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Metamorphosis of the Mariposa

Chapter 21

Three Sixty Nine

Expecting to see a certain brunet, Isis was shocked to see a mop of blonde almost white hair. "Marik?"

"The one and only baby," Marik closed the window back and turned giving Isis a winning smile. "What are you doing in here?"

"It is my room Marik," Isis reminded him as a mother would her child. Sometimes the blonde could be so kooky she worried for his mental health.

Smacking himself in the forehead he grunted, "Dammit! I thought this was the window to Malik's room."

"Why would you be climbing through his window? I thought you two went out?"

"Oh we did. But we decided to fuck in his room tonight." He went and sat down on her bed next to her, "In-fact, we're supposed to role-playing. I'm supposed to be a mysterious man coming through his window and when I find him I—"

"I can only guess Marik," Isis quickly cut him off. "Why don't you just head down the hall to his room? You know how impatient Malik can become."

"Oh, I truly do." A certain glint showed in his eyes and she didn't want to know what he was thinking. Standing up, he petted the top of her head like a dog and exited her room.

Shaking her head she moved into her closet and removed her clothing. After she was dressed for bed she sat down at her vanity and combed her hair before placing it into a ponytail. She lay down in her bed staring up at the ceiling; all she could think about was Shadi and the next day.

All day she would be with the older man. She wasn't sure where she would show him, but she was knew where she wouldn't. Thinking of all the places Kaiba took her she quickly made a route that would only require them to pass a few of the locations. Mainly the ones that didn't hold any inspiring memories; a blush stained her cheeks.

Closing her eyes, Isis finally fell asleep.

The Next Day

"Binti…jameel Binti…wake for you Abi," Mr. Ishtar crooned in the ear of his daughter as he gently shook her.

Immediately caramel lids slid off of sapphire in a panic; she nearly fell out of the bed with the force of her roll away from her father. Clinging to her sheets she looked at him, almost panting from the awakening and fear that now pumped through her veins. She was so shocked and shook by the tenderness she couldn't even speak.

"Sabah El-Khair Binti…your iftar is almost ready."

"Iftar?" Isis nearly whispered.

"Yes Isis, your iftar. You need a good first meal so you do not become weary while on your outing with Shadi." He spoke to her like he use to when she was a child and she had asked a silly question. "Come down once you're dressed. I'll keep things warm for you." Turning back to the door he exited leaving Isis utterly confused.

She sat in her bed a while longer, wondering if she woke up in an alternate reality. When she looked around and found nothing odd, besides her father's behavior, she cautiously left her bed. After a long shower she blow dried her hair and headed back into her room. There she found clothes were already picked out. She eyed the pink turtleneck, ankle length white skirt, and pink flats.

Since her father was already scaring her, she decided to put on the cloths. She pulled her hair back into a lower ponytail than usual and headed downstairs. The smell of something familiar tickled her nostrils and in the kitchen she found it was. There sat a Spanish style breakfast just for her. She wasn't the type to eat a lot for breakfast. The brief time she spent in Spain, she truly enjoyed and adapted to the smallest meal of the day and the items that came with it.

The café con leche was more than good accompanied with the churros and who knew her father knew how to prepare torrijas. Once her mug of drink was drained and the food was reduced to crumbs, she turned to her father who was collected her plate and cup.

"Shukran Abi," Isis thanked a bit uneasily. She hadn't told her father thank you in a long time and actually meant it.

Glancing at the clock he motioned to her, "Go into the living room, Shadi will be here soon."

"But I didn't call him and—"

"I handled everything Binti, he'll be here."

Slowly moving from her chair she entered into the living room just as the door bell rang. Answering the door she gave a polite smile, "Shadi, won't you come in?"

"Thank you Isis." Shadi entered into their home. He wore a pair of dark khakis, a white button down, and a gray suit coat. The business man looked around uninterestedly in the small living room before Mr. Ishtar came into view. "Mr. Ishtar."

The older man gave a nod, "Shadi; I hope that your outing is most enjoyable and that Isis is on her best behavior."

Isis frowned at the statement but grabbed her sweater from the coat rack by the door. When she had opened the door she had found why her father set out the turtleneck. The weather in Domino had finally dropped.

"She will Mr. Ishtar, I'll make sure of it." Shadi shook her father's hand and led Isis out to his car.

Seeing the black luxury car her mind couldn't help but wonder to a certain black Jaguar she knew someone drove. After she was settled into the Lincoln MKZ, she couldn't help but notice the glamorous details and leather seating. Truly Shadi's job had been good to him. But it didn't smell as good as another black luxury car she had ridden in. While this one smelled of expensive cologne and leather, the other smelled like…just something better.

A small smile crinkled the edges of her lips.

Shadi started the engine and took out through the streets. She pointed out places such as her school, the arcade, library, even the ice-cream parlor. He stayed quiet most of the way, listening to her. Every once in a while he would comment on a place or ask a question but he was mainly observant. That's the type of person Shadi was and would always be. When he was around his father he was more social and talkative but the man was of few words.

After sometime they found themselves downtown and Shadi parked against the curb outside a small café. They got out and went into the cozy lunch spot. They sat down and he ordered for both of them. Isis didn't even get to see a menu or order a drink. They sat the water before her and she thanked them before sipping from her straw.

"I'm quite sure you're tired of wasting time Isis."

"Time is not being wasted Shadi. It's been nice catching up with you." She really meant that but judging by the still stern face he didn't buy it.

"Catching up has been pleasant, I will not deny that."

"I'm glad you haven't felt your time has been wasted."

"I would never waste our time."

'Our?' Before she could verbalize the thought, the food arrived. They ate quietly and Isis was almost dreading the silence. She could feel the growing tension and she wasn't sure if she was sending out the vibes or Shadi.

After another bite or two he finally spoke, "Isis, I must admit I was astounded by the proffer."

She wasn't sure what he was talking about but her intuition told her not to ask. Instead she played along, "Why is that?"

"Your father is overprotective of you from what I've observed. I assumed he would never give you away."

"Give me away…"

He set his plate aside and reached across the table taking her hand in his, "We may have not seen one another in quite some time, but your father assured me you're willing to make this work." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Opening it he revealed an impressive round cut diamond sitting atop of a silver band laden with smaller diamonds.

Isis' breath hitched in her throat; everyone around her paused. The waiter dropping a bowl of soup suspended in midair; the contents slowly spilling onto his lap. The waitress's speech behind them slowly in speed and deepened as she asked did her table want dessert. Shadi's lips moved at levels that they couldn't read. The girl's jaw clenched to keep her mouth from gaping. Her mind throbbed with all of the realizations shooting to her at once.

"Isis?"

She knew there had to be a reason to why her father allowed Shadi to take her out alone, why he allowed him to touch her at the restaurant, and why he had been so nice to Isis this particular morning. Her brothers…why they had said she was playing with fire with her involvement in the fellow pupil. They knew all along and they kept it from her. She could feel her chest growing tight and she wasn't sure whether she would pass out, vomit, or cry.

"Isis?"

Did they not understand she was only sixteen years old, still in high school, and still unsure about herself and other things. Marriage was a big deal and for it to be forced made it even more difficult than those who chose it. She wasn't ready to settle down and have children. She wanted to go off to school and become an archeologist. How could her father not consult her first? How could her brothers not tell her? How could her mother not be here to help her?

"Isis."

Her thoughts came to a screeching halt as the finally acknowledged pain traveled through her hand. She looked down to find Shadi squeezing it in his hand. "Yes?" She almost sounded breathless. Searching around the room everything had taken its usual speed.

"You seem stunned."

"The ring was a surprise."

"I know it's a bit much, but I wanted to prove how real this is to me." He took the piece of jewelry out and slipped around her ring finger.

She looked down at the diamonds as they gleamed in the light and fit her finger like a dream, "How did you know my ring size?"

"Your father."

"Of course," she stared down at the ring feeling utterly sick. "This could not be happening."

"But it is Isis."

She looked up to find Shadi giving her a small smile. She searched his eyes for the key to this companionship and didn't find it. Could they really learn to love one another? They made good friends and she often heard friends made the best lovers. But was that true? They didn't know anything about one another and hadn't even seen one another in so long. They couldn't even consider themselves friends anymore but old acquaintances. She didn't find him unattractive but he was twenty-six. He was at a good age to get married. She wasn't.

"I have left you speechless?"

"Very much so."

"Good." Shadi removed his hand from hers and went back to eating.

Isis simply stared at her diamonds not sure what to do. This was all happening so fast her mind was in a jumble. What if she declined? She risked hurting Shadi, her father's wrath, and maybe even threats against her siblings. However, was this worth her freedom to love, to her own life?

Was it worth losing Kaiba?

After the waitress wrapped up her leftovers and congratulated them, much to Isis' distress, they moved back to his car. "I have to cut this outing short." He didn't say why but she was grateful. The car moved efficiently through the streets and they were back at her house in no time. He walked her to the door and after an awkward brief goodbye, he placed a small kiss to her ringed hand and left. She watched him go and once he was out of sight she slowly entered her home.

Malik and Odion were sitting on the couch and nearly jumped out of their skin when she entered. Malik turned off the TV and Odion asked, "How was your lunch—"

"Why did you keep this from me?"

Malik and Odion froze at the quiet pained voice she asked them in. "K-Keep w-what?"Odion returned.

"This." She whispered as she held up her hand.

"Holy fucking Ra!" Malik gasped at the piece around her finger. "How many carats is that?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Isis asked again ignoring her brother and the heavy stone on her finger.

"We weren't supposed to know," Odion admitted. "Shadi e-mailed us with the information along with Abi, but when Malik asked Abi about it, he denied it telling him to never bring it up again. Isis…I…we—"

"We really are sorry Isis," Malik sincerely confessed. "We didn't think he'd come on so strong so quick."

"It's too late now."

Slowly she walked past them up the stairs to her room. She closed the door and locked it before falling onto her bed in a heap of tears. She was engaged to someone she barely knew and didn't even love, at sixteen. Everything she had thought out was now thrown out. She would never explore the valley of the Pharaohs or dig up an ancient Mongolian weapon. She was distraught about Shadi and furious with her father.

She gripped her pillow and cried her harder. 'Umm…why aren't you here…why aren't you here to help me?'

The Next Day

Isis dressed for school and left the ring in her jewelry box. It felt freezing around her finger and too heavy. Not to mention, the last thing she wanted as people noticing the outsized stone. She didn't speak to her brothers, even when Odion offered to take her to school or when Malik said something obscene to get her to talk. Her father had spoken to her the night before, demanding he see the ring. His greedy smile didn't go unnoticed. When she stepped outside she found Shadi's car waiting.

"Isis, I'm here to take you to school."

She nodded and climbed into the car, "This is very kind of you Shadi." She really didn't want to ride with him but at the same time the weather had gotten colder. The thought of walking past the ice covered grass and through the frozen breeze in her thin uniform didn't sound appealing, even with her winter coat on.

"No need to thank me."

The car ride was silent and Isis was more than relieved when they arrived outside the front gates of her school. She let herself out and waved to him as he pulled away. Turning back around she found a few people looking at her, some whispering, others trying to catch what type of car had dropped her off. She didn't even hear Ryou greet her when she walked past him and Bakura; she was too spaced out.

She walked across the courtyard as if no one was there and headed for her locker. After retrieving her books she entered in her History room and found him leaning against her desk, waiting.

"Who was that?"

"Who Seto Kaiba?" How had he seen her? Perhaps she didn't notice him in the courtyard?

"Let's not play stupid." He knew she knew what he was talking about. It hadn't been hard to spot the expensive car and the girl climbing out of it. The man looked to be older, perhaps one of her father's associates giving her ride to school on a particularly cold day, but he still had to know.

"A friend of the family Kaiba," she set her things down and placed her backpack around the back of her chair.

Her body language was off and he didn't think she was telling the whole truth, "I'm sure."

She caught the disbelief in his tone and didn't say anything else. She sat down and started pulling out her notebook, pen, book, and highlighters. She started to read over the chapter they were going to go over that day to distract her. Kaiba was still standing there, watching her with those calculating eyes. Instead of acknowledging him, she ignored his presence all together.

The bell rang soon enough and Kaiba took his seat as others filed in. He couldn't help but allow his vision to linger to the back of Isis' head. She was acting off and he didn't like it. He had…plans for her and just because she was in a foul mood didn't mean he wasn't going to get what he wanted. He had thought about this particular deed a while and he was going to do it.

"Mr. Kaiba?"

"What?" He looked past his computer to find his teacher with her hands on her hips simply glaring at him. "What do you want? You're wasting my time."

"For your lack of focus and outright rude behavior, I'm giving you detention." With a switch of her hips, she went back to the board continuing her lecture.

Kaiba rolled his eyes. This wasn't the first time he had received detention and it would be the last. As long as Joey challenged him to the point of fists and his teachers continued to feed him mediocre dribble, he would always find himself in whatever room detention was assigned to that day. But this particular day, detention affected his plans. He went back to typing when a thought occurred to him. Quickly he hacked into the school's database and put his plan into motion.

Entomology Class

"What do you mean I have detention Mr. Yamamoto?" Isis was beyond perplexed that she had detention. She had never gotten detention before in her schooling history and idea of it going on her permanent record once would have scared her, but why would it matter now? Her future was already planned out. All she wanted to know was when this happened. She had been quiet all day, even ate her lunch alone; who would have written her up?

"I'm not sure Miss. Ishtar but someone wrote you up and I was told to tell you to report to this room." Mr. Yamamoto handed her a slip with the room number and other information on it, "I've already signed it so you'll just have to get whoever is in charge there, to sign it as well."

Looking down she shrugged. Maybe it was better this way. She wouldn't have to see her father or Shadi for a few more hours depending on her chaperone. "Okay Mr. Yamamoto, thank you."

He patted her shoulder, "No problem Miss. Ishtar."

She left the room and headed in the direction of the Computer Science hall. She went up the stairs and came to a series of numbered doors. Since she wasn't taking any computer classes this particular semester, she wasn't really familiar with the room. But luckily she had come up on the correct side by the way the numbers were already counted close to her room. Once she found it she came inside to find Kaiba already sitting there reading a book.

No one else was inside.

Slowly she made her way in and set the piece of paper on the desk. She moved to the front row and sat down beginning her homework. The room was completely silent; not even the sound of a ticking clock was heard. Just silence. His turning pages seemed louder than what they were and she even took time turning hers, afraid to disturb the silence.

Thirty minutes later of infinite quiet later, her homework was completed. She put the books away and found no one had yet to come into the room. The sound of a book closing almost made her jump if she hadn't have remembered Kaiba had been reading. She heard the brunet shuffle behind her before he came into view through the small aisle ways of the desks. He went over to the door, closed it, and locked it.

Isis' stomach hit the floor.

"There is no teacher, is there?"

"No there isn't."

"We really don't have detention do we?"

"I did but as usual I got out of it, but you, you never did anything." A smirk crossed his face as her eyes showed visibly guarded excitement and her body tensed.

"This was not fair of you to do to me Seto Kaiba."

"Why? Can't stand a spot on your records?"

"If you wanted my attentions you should have asked for them."

"You've been spaced out all day Isis. At some moments I was waiting you to start drooling like the Mutt." He moved before the desk and crossed his arms, "Where were you at lunchtime?"

"This-this isn't r-right Seto Kaiba." She shook as she reached for her stuff. She was engaged now. Things were different. She couldn't very well cheat on Shadi even if they hadn't really been together for real thought. But it was the principle of the matter. If she was going to go through with this, she had to commit all of herself. "I-I sh-should go."

She stood up and was going to grab her backpack when he grabbed her arms and pulled her body into his. The warm strong structure made her body slowly relax and his usual smell made her head fuzzy. One of his hands trailed down her back and immediately went under her skirt, grasping her bottom. She couldn't hold back the moan that came from her throat and slowly her eyes landed into his.

"I can't…I—" Those navy hues nearly left her speechless. They wanted her when they looked at her. They wanted her. Shadi had yet to look at her in the same way and to actually be wanted based upon someone's own choice, rather than business details sound rather appealing at the moment.

"Don't resist it Isis. You want it just as bad as I do."

"No…I…" His tongue trailed down behind her ear settling on her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. Her body began to wriggle more in his grasp. It felt so good but wouldn't she be cheating on Shadi if this happened? Then again she never asked for the engagement and technically she never verbalized her acceptance. And was it really fair to decline Kaiba without giving him a reason? A reason she never planned to tell him? Isis knew if she was rationalizing her actions they were wrong, but it was too late.

She was too angry, too hurt, too vulnerable, and too hot.

Her eyes burned against his and she couldn't speak or move. She wanted this, needed this and he knew that. "Isis…?"

"Seto…"

He smirked and leaned forward taking her lips in a hot messy kiss. His tongue hungrily sought out her mouth and his other hand joined its brother on her butt giving firm squeezes. She squirmed against his body whining in the kiss. It was so good, beyond good. Better than she could remember for some odd reason. Her hands gripped the fabric of his uniform and her hips shifted rhythmically as that familiar burn began to form.

The genius maneuvered them over to the desk and turned so that his back was against it. He pushed himself up onto it and pulled her with him so she straddled him. Slowly he laid back and got comfortable; luckily he had cleaned it off before she came in. After a few more moments of kissing and petting he pulled back and watched as she panted, thoroughly caught up.

"Isis?"

"Hmm?"

"Turn your back to me." Hesitantly she sat back and reversed her position.

He reached a hand down and lifted up the back of skirt. All that was discovered as a simple pair of pink panties; despite their simplicity, her panties always seemed to arouse him further. He reached both of hands down and around her and undid his pants. He took her wrist and thrust her hand into his pants.

Kaiba groaned low in his throat when Isis immediately grabbed the hardening flesh. "Do something with it."

Getting the idea she went to scoot back and blushed hard when she realized her moistening core was now over his face as she brought his head into her mouth. He hissed quietly and wiggled a bit as she brought more of his flesh into her mouth. Remembering what she learned the last time, she hallowed her cheeks from the strong suction and bobbed her head.

He grasped the top of the panties and pulled then down. Surprisingly the elastic stretched just enough for him to access her sex. He leaned forward and swiped his tongue against the wet slit. She yelped before giving a whine as his tongue started fucking her. Her hips began to rock and she moaned around his cock making him groan in response.

"Ahh! Seto!" She all but cried when his tongue's rough tip swirled around her swollen clit before diving back into her passageway as deep as it could wiggle. He brought her closer to his face and pressed his lips against her lower lips, sucking on her. One of his hands gripped her bare bottom and smacked it, while the other one came down and slipped two fingers into her, while his mouth sucked on her nub.

"Ah…" He breathed trying to stay silent. She moaned louder around his dick as his tongue continued to fuck her. Her tongue teased his dribbling tip before taking the appendage down her throat, moaning around it as the sensations from between her legs continued to drive her on. She soon slipped it from her throat and worked her head up and down, sucking harder.

At the rate their panting was getting louder, neither one was going to last long. There was just too much going on. Between their bodies pressed close to one another, the deep sounds of passion, different tastes and sensation, their thighs were already quivering.

Isis reached forward and accidently brushed his sac. A loud hiss breathed against her wetness so she reached into his pants and cupped it. That's all it took for the brunet and he growled coming; spurt after spurt of essence sprayed down her throat and the taste of him made her body finally give out. She gave a long moan and emptied herself into his mouth, shivering as if she was outside in the dropping weather.

They stayed on the desk for sometime before Kaiba forced himself up and Isis' back rested against his chest. He fixed her panties and was somehow able to put himself away even though she was on top of him. She soon felt strong enough to get up and she stumbled over to her backpack on rubbery legs.

Isis realized this was the last time they could be together like this. Shadi had her now. She and Kaiba's relationship had been based off of experimentation. It had to end now. "Seto…we have to—"

His lips forced themselves against hers and his tongue darted in mingling their tastes together. The smell and taste made her head spin rather than her stomach pain and he wanted more. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and he pulled her closer, indulging in her taste even more.

Finally he pulled back allowing her to breath and he looked deep into her eyes, "It tastes better together."

In that moment Isis blushed. Not the way a lewd comment such as that one deserved, but in a way a girl would respond…to a boy she liked. A crush buried under sexual events reared its ugly head and throttled itself through her body. The idea of leaving him seemed unfair and idea of ending things with him now felt even worse. She had liked Kaiba first. Why should number one have to hand over their trophy to second place do to an unknown technicality?

Isis wanted Kaiba, not Shadi.

Kaiba wasn't sure what Isis was thinking but he knew she was battling with something. The man who had dropped her off must mean more to her than she let on. He appeared as some sort of successful high cultured male, but he knew he didn't have a hold on Isis like he did. And even if he tried he wouldn't be able to have her.

Kaiba would not have it.

From day one of their sessions he had claimed her. Whatever he spent extra time on was automatically his possession. Duel Monsters was his, the business world as his, Mokuba was his, and Isis had been added to this pile. He knew he was selfish but he didn't care. He always got what he wanted.

"Whatever that guy wants, tell him forget it and that Seto Kaiba does not share under any circumstances." With that he gave her bottom a smack and left the room.

Utterly shocked and aroused by the possessiveness, she shuffled out of the room. She moved down the halls and exited through the front doors to find the familiar black car sitting outside the fence. She moved over to it and opened the door to be greeted by Shadi's small smile. He went to pull out when a white car whizzed past him, briefly halting his exit.

"Seems rude drivers transcend through every culture."

"Surely." Kaiba was serious and if it came down to it, she was sure he would convince her otherwise if she chose Shadi.

They ride home was quiet and upon arriving Shadi didn't say anything but allowed to get out before he drove away. She couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't even said goodbye but all she could worry about was getting to her room for alone time. She opened the front door to find Odion and Malik in the living room, except with their father.

"Did Shadi pick you up after your meeting?" Mr. Ishtar asked turning his head towards her.

'Meeting?' Isis looked at Odion's pleading eyes and Malik mouthed 'go with it' so she did, "Yes Abi, he was right on time."

"Wonderful."

Turning Isis headed up her stairs, quickly locked the door, and collapsed on her bed. Kaiba wanted her and showed her that he did at every opportunity he got. Shadi chose her and was willing to make a commitment despite the situation. However, one question stood out to her the most: who could actually love her?

And could she love them back?

PLEASE READ:

New twists to our tale and to make up for the lack of Kaiba, I put in a nice tasty sixty-nine session. Oh yeauh. Anyway, hoped you enjoyed it and I'm not sure when I'll be able to post since I have finals next week. So if I'm taking a while, I'm still here, just trying not to fail. Ha ha.

Arabic Words:

Binti – Daughter

Jameel – Beautiful

Abi – Father

Sabah El-Khair – Good morning

Iftar – Breakfast

Shukran – Thank you

Umm – Mother

Okhti – Sister

Spanish Words:

Café con leche – a large cup containing a small amount of very strong espresso coffee with a lot of very hot, frothy milk.

Churros – lightly fried dough similar to a doughnut; sprinkled with sugar or honey.

Torrijas – Spanish Bread Pudding topped with sugar and cinnamon or rich honey.

This was posted especially for:

Zoelle – Glad you didn't see it coming. I've been planning for Shadi for some time.

Esie – Yes…Linux is nice but I am stuck with FREAKING VISTA. (Dies a horrible Vista induced death) XP is so much better. Anyway, yes, I knew I couldn't close the story from the beginning without outside help, so I've been planning for Shadi for some time. My grammar and spelling errors annoy me, especially since I'm an English Major (ashamed), but I'm going to try to improve. But I'm still glad my point gets across still. YAY!

Alda MN – I LOVE the abridge series. Makes me like the show so much better. Glad you like the story!

Ruby-Knight – Well, you guessed right. Shadi is going to be her husband…maybe. LOL about your computer! I often talk to Mocha Latte too. She's a good person. Ha ha. I hope this update was faster for you.

Lace Kyoko – Yes my friend, it has indeed! I feel all old English. LOL. Yes, Kaiba was cut short, so I had to make up for it in this chapter. Yes, Shadi has been quite the challenge but I've enjoyed it. I'm glad so far, no one has said he's out of character. So I must be on the right track. And yes, Miss. Ishtar is a dirty girl. HA HA HA.

Leh Star – Got you! No Kaiba through her window but a lost yami. LOL. But yes, arranged marriage. I had the idea since about chapter five so don't blame yourself on the angst soon coming. LOL.

Tru Mel Meiko Mei Ling – High quality? (Dances a jig) Yea, the dinner was random but I'm glad it came out well. I did give Shadi more of a personality since I need him to say more than a few words. But if it gets bad, let me know! Also good deducing; I won't say everything but you'll find out in later chapters. Ha ha, the po-po statement…at times I do like to divulge in my culture's slang and use a word or two, but most of the time I refer to them as the cops. Why do you ask?

Still Stands: If I don't get one measly review, no new chapter, however if I do get one measly review, new chapter.

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