DIS: Wahh, a bit of a slow update...but at least not as slow as last time! :P I started getting back into classical music and instrumental/piano music. Right now my current obsession is Jia Peng Fang's "Water Lily." It's gorgeous. In any case, thanks to every single person who reviewed, I love each and every one of you. To the person who asked me to delete it, umm, I'd like some more details as to why you hate it so much, what's wrong with it, etc. With that said, enjoy the next chapter!

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Chapter Twenty-Five, Soft, blooming petals

Anzu heard her phone ring, but ignored it. Her eyes closed, she spun around in slow turns, feeling the escaped strands of hair hitting her face. There was a pause in which the room was silent save for the music coming from her stereo and then her phone began to ring again. And, as she had the past four times, she ignored it, letting the calm music sink into her chest, spreading its comforting tendrils out in her body, relaxing her tense emotions and wiping them from her mind. She could no longer even feel her body moving, was no longer thinking of anything but the music that seemed to be the only sound in her ears. Her body moved gracefully with it, bending and twisting into elegant shapes. At times she would remain still as the music trailed away in a decrescendo, pulling her with it as the notes drifted away. Not even the jangling of her phone truly registered in her mind. It was a faraway sound that she could not recognize in her state of passion.

"Anzu?" Rather than tripping as most did, she whipped around quickly in surprise, her arms outstretched. Ryou was standing in the doorway, a small smile formed on his lips. "I hope I am not interrupting."

"No...I was just...Well..." Anzu looked sheepishly at him. He smiled and set down the viola he had in his hand.

"I understand," he assured her. "It music be good to be able to use the dance studio here now that you have keys to the theater." She nodded a bit shyly. She had never spoken much with Ryou, who had always been the quieter of the two. He was reserved and where Anzu had gotten close to Yami, she had never gotten close enough to Ryou to truly understand his reserved nature. "I know that you were somewhat upset this morning by what Yami said," he added, stepping next to her, drawing his body into a familiar position. She hesitated and then allowed him to take her hands as they fell into step with the music. It was not a song they had ever practiced together, yet they naturally glided with each other, never fumbling nor ever misunderstanding the other's steps.

"You agreed with him, too," she added as they stepped quickly to the Carezza waltz. "You think that I should focus on myself, but how can when Mai is hurting so much and needs to be cared for? I'm worried that Malik is going to hurt her, make something bad happen between her and Jounouchi. She doesn't need that right now."

For a long while, Ryou was silent as they danced, spinning around each other, their hands brushing against the others fleetingly at times, the music swelling in the empty room. "Malik isn't the best of guys," he admitted at last, "and I wouldn't trust him with an inexperienced girl, but that is entirely different. He likes to corrupt them, almost as a way of saying that they aren't so perfect after all, as though they are a challenge. He doesn't respect them if they succumb to him. If they ignore him, like you have, they gain a lot of his respect. As for women like Mai...he knows better than to mess with women like that. Mai is vulnerable right now, but not with other men. Just with Jounouchi. If Malik tried to manipulate her, I'd bet she'd have a sharp way of turning it to her advantage. She seems to be a clever woman."

"You seem to know so much about these things, Ryou," she told him when she was just in front of him, his hands on her waist. "I wish I knew better about relationships...My parents relationship and my mother's love for Hanazawa. None of it makes any sense and I guess I wish I just knew how to comfort people. I can't give any real meaningful advice it seems. I wish that I could."

Ryou paused and she twirled around to face him in puzzlement. "You know, it's strange that you say that. I feel that way when Malik is always having problems." She blinked. He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "He's my best friend, even though he drives me crazy most of the time...I can't stand the way he treats many of the women he is with and I don't really care for the things he gets involved in. He doesn't like the advice I give him – it's not what he wants to do or hear, but I don't know any other type of advice to give. It seems that he always ends up figuring it out himself or, when he's really desperate and asks Yami, he seems to be able to find an even better plan." He smiled slightly. "It's all about experience, Anzu."

"Do you think so?" she queried interestedly as Pietro Mascagni's Cavalleria Rusticana poured from the stereo.

"I cannot think what else it could be," he said with a tiny shrug. "I, too, cannot tell you much about relationships, Anzu. The most I can say is the experiences I've seen from Malik."

"But why not? Haven't you ever fallen in love?"

"Of course," he answered, a somewhat surprised look on his face. "I fell in love with the arts, Anzu. I fell in love with music, the feel of dancing, the grace and elegance of this beauty...No woman could compare to art. Even the arts I don't understand – painting, sculpting – it all is so beautiful to me and I could not imagine anything more magnificent in its beauty." Suddenly aware of how he had been speaking ,Ryou blushed and chuckled, mumbling, "But I suppose you think that is stupid."

"No," she hurried to say, "not at all. I envy you for being so loyal, Ryou. When it was just me and papa, I was just as dedicated. But I was distracted from it by friends and family, too."

"But that is where I envy you, Anzu," Ryou said to her. "You have the ability to be distracted. Nothing can distract me from art...I'm not even as good as Malik and yet I still am so absorbed in it."

"At least art can't betray you," she said mildly. He looked at her curiously, but she merely shook her head. As another song came from the stereo, she gave a perfect curtsy and then held her hand out to him. He looked at it for a moment and then he took it, the two of them continuing their intricate dancing, caught in the web of notes the music was creating.

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Yami took a slow drink of his wine, staring at the sheet music on his piano. After a pause, he made a few more marks and then played the music up until that point. He paused, cocking his head as if listening to it and then sighed, throwing his pencil onto the paper irritably. It was hard to come up with any soothing melody when all he could think about was Anzu, who he had not had practice with that day. After breakfast, it was hardly surprising that she did not bother contacting him, either. As for the others, Otogi and Shizuka had enjoyed a day together and it appeared that Malik was relaxing with Mai still. Where Ryou was happened to be was none of his business, but if Yami knew him well enough, he was probably enjoying his time without his new roommate. Yami had hoped to get some of his new composition written up, but it was working very poorly given his mood. He had been trying all day and the sunset was approaching and he still had not gotten much done. He simply could not focus on an enjoyable tune whilst in such an angered and somewhat aggravated mood. He turned his head and stared sullenly at the glass of wine.

I can understand why she wants to be there for her friends, he thought to himself, staring at the dark liquid. As a connoisseur of wine, he had searched around for an excellent – and expensive – bottle of Chateau Margaux and while he admitted that it was delicious, he questioned whether it was truly worth the $7,000 he had spent on it. I admire that she can remain by their side, no matter how she is feeling, but I cannot accept that whenever it is time for her to focus on herself, she still allows other people's problems to overshadow her own. He drummed his fingers on his piano and then leaned over to make a few more notes and did a quick play on the keys. But why am I so mad at the way she was acting earlier? he wondered to himself, frowning.

His phone rang and he stared at his sheet music for a moment before sighing and reaching over, answering his phone a bit rudely, "Yes, hello, Kaiba."

"Sounds as if you are having a lovely night," Kaiba drawled in his usual careless manner. Yami frowned harder at his sheet music, but did not respond, waiting for Kaiba to continue. As he expected, Kaiba did as such, saying, "I have a slight issue to take with you."

"Then make sure to be fast about it," he said to him. "I'm busy at the moment."

"Are you now?" came Kaiba's mild voice from behind him. Yami turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. Kaiba smirked, pressing a button on his phone and tucking it away in his pocket. "The door was left unlocked. You apparently were too engrossed in your thoughts to hear me enter." Yami scowled at him and began to raise himself to his feet. Kaiba made a gesture with his hand, indicating that it wasn't necessary. "Don't bother, I have no intention of being here for an extended amount of time." He tucked a hand in one of his pockets, drawing attention to the fact that his usually immaculate dress was somewhat disheveled. His tie was loose and he was not wearing his blazer and even his hair was somewhat mussed. Yami wondered idly whether Kaiba had been out doing some inappropriate activities with random women. Kaiba seemed to know that he was thinking this because he said, "I don't smell like sex, do I?"

"No, why?"

"Then stop thinking that I was out doing that."

Yami smiled in spite of his mood. "Well, then, if you weren't doing that, I suppose that must mean that something has gone awry in the business world. Am I correct?" Kaiba glanced at him through the corner of his eye, nonplussed by this assessment. Yami took a drink of his wine, surveying his companion carefully.

"You may be correct," Kaiba told him, "but not in the way that you are speaking about. Mazaki's hellcat of a mother called me today and is apparently getting angry that she hasn't yet had a meeting with Anzu. I suppose that agreement must be one that was promised sooner than now or else she would not be threatening me. Unfortunately, given her power in Hanazawa's old inner circle, she threw ought some rather unsettling threats that I did not much appreciate." Yami raised an eyebrow in question. "Something along the lines of killing me, ruining my corporation, and other things that I am not quite as sure that she would be able to succeed in, but I am not willing to take that risk." He paused and turning, folding his arms over his chest. "There was also one such threat involving you." Yami's hand stuttered a bit as he moved his wine glass to his lips again, but he continued to take a drink to avoid appearing to shaken. "She seems to know that your parents are looking for you and is willing to reveal your location."

Damn! he thought, feeling a bit anxious at this. In his usual fashion, his mind was darting through ways in which to escape Domino quickly. Wait, hold on, calm down, he told himself hastily. I can't leave yet. I still have a few days to work with Anzu before the auditions. I have to make it these couple days and then I can flee for awhile. I can manage that.

"We need to get in contact with her so as to set up a meeting with Sakura as quickly as possible," Kaiba said bluntly. Yami was staring down into his wine glass thoughtfully, wondering if he ought to get himself another cup. As he thought that, he wondered whether he ought to have offered Kaiba a cup. He sighed, his eyebrows knitting together. He set the glass aside and rubbed his forehead to cease the beginning of the headache that was forming in his temple.

"Yes, well, that isn't exactly possible at the moment, Kaiba," he said with another sigh. Kaiba raised an eyebrow in a questioning manner. "I'm afraid I offended her this morning, so she isn't feeling all that inclined to speaking with me. I'm sure my telling her that she needs to see her mother - who she very much does not want to see - would only make things worse."

"I don't give a shit," Kaiba told him in a calm tone. "She could be suicidal and slitting her wrists for all I care, but she is going to see her mother if she gives so much as a damn for you or her career, for that matter."

"Don't be morbid," Yami snapped.

"It's merely an example," Kaiba returned.

Yami noticed that Kaiba's fingers were tapping agitatedly against his thigh and at first he thought perhaps he was keeping something from him, but as he considered it more closely, he conclude that could not be true. Kaiba had been still for the most part when he arrived, but now that he had stayed likely longer than intended, he was getting irritable and restless from his lack of nicotine. It was strange to think of Kaiba as one who could be controlled by an addiction, but then that was the interesting thing about him. He had always been controlled by only one thing in his entire life; it used to be Mokuba, but in order to replace that void, he had nicotine as his faithful friend. "Go ahead and smoke, Kaiba, I don't care," Yami told him. "But let us not go to the kitchen. I don't want my piano damaged by your cigarettes."

"It would hardly be damaged, Yami," he said, but had removed his pack of cigarettes and his lighter as they walked from the room. Once they had gotten to the kitchen, Yami refilled his glass with wine and when he looked to his companion in question, Kaiba shook his head, lighting his cigarette and taking a deep drag from it. "You'll never get over being the classically pitied pianist if you don't drinking wine."

"What?" Yami blinked at him. " 'Classically pitied pianist'? What is that supposed to mean, Kaiba?"

"The alcoholism, the depression, your secrets about your past, the tragic romance – it could all be taken out of a Harlequin novel."

Yami scowled at him, while Kaiba merely smirked. "I don't appreciate your sarcastic view of my life, Kaiba, but I appreciate the attempt at analyzing it."

"It wasn't sarcastic, it was the reality of your life," Kaiba told him frankly. "In any case...back to the matter at hand, what exactly did you do to piss off your woman?"

"She's not my – "

"Whatever, I don't care what she is, what'd you do?" he cut in rudely, clearly not interested in correct terminology.

Yami frowned at him, showing his displeasure, before saying, "I told her that she needed to focus on herself." He paused and Kaiba made a gesture with his hand, as if to say, 'And...?' He cleared his throat, continuing, "And I suppose I may have said it in a way that made it seem like she was being a busy-body." As he considered over the conversation again, Yami felt rather apologetic for the way he had spoken to Anzu that morning. He had tried to be nice about it, but he supposed that, given Anzu's nature, she would take it poorly, especially when her intentions had been honest. Nonetheless, he still did not find it a good enough reason for her to act that way. He, too, had honest intentions, as well, after all.

"Excellent job," Kaiba said in dry amusement, his lips curling upward. "As always, you manage to win your way with the ladies."

"I do fine with women," Yami said somewhat moodily. "It's simply with Anzu...I just don't know how to act with her. She's not like the women I am used to. She's sweeter, whereas they were bitter, all of them with hard edges. It's hard to know what to do with someone when you've never been with someone or tried to be with someone like her. I feel like I'm a virgin again, stumbling my way across the room, not quite sure what to do." He pushed his bangs from his face. "I like her a lot."

"Obviously," Kaiba said in a sarcastic tone. "I don't really care for her one way or another."

"I'm relieved."

Noting the attitude in his tone, Kaiba smirked and then took another drag from his cigarette. "Listen, I don't care how you do it, Yami, but I would suggest you talk to her and apologize. Or at least get on some even ground with her so you can figure out this thing with Sakura. I'm not interested in being the middle man and, in fact, will not be the middle man in these matters. You need to deal with it. I don't want to get any more involved in your issues than possible. My only responsibility is to resolve Sakura and her daughter's issues. As it happens, you just happen to be here, in the midst of it."

"Right, right," Yam said dismissively, waving a hand. He took a drink of his wine and savored the flavor in his mouth for a moment before swallowing. "I'll see what I can do. Let Sakura know that Anzu is considering a time to meet since her auditions are coming close and that you're waiting for her to get back to you about it. Does that sound believable?"

"Believable enough," Kaiba said agreeably. "But hurry up, I don't need her realizing that I'm stalling for time for you."

"I'll try and handle it tonight."

Once Kaiba had left and Yami had determined he was not, in fact, anywhere near intoxicated, he collected his keys and phone to head out to Anzu's apartment. He had originally intended on merely calling her, but she could hang up on him far too easily if she was still upset about the ordeal. At least if she slammed the door in his face, she could still hear him. In spite of considering that possibility, though, Yami doubted that she would really do that to him. The problem was that she was too nice and he was expecting things that the more unpleasant spectrum of the gender would deliver to him.

He locked his doors and headed out of his house, jingling his keys as he walked to his car. He stepped inside and closed the door, starting it up. He waited a moment, considering whether he ought not to have called to tell her he was coming over. But, again, he could not help but think that she may leave if she were aware of his coming. So, rather than pausing as he might have liked, he shifted his car into reverse to leave.

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"I hate this part," Shizuka said, taking a drink of her iced tea. Her and Anzu were settled in Anzu's apartment, watching a Chinese action film. While there were several different Japanese films that they could watched, they did not quite compare to the films that the Chinese tended to produce. "Like, really, how could he do that to him? Just because he was jealous?"

"It really is stupid," Anzu agreed, taking a bite out of one of the chocolate treats they had bought earlier that day. Contrary to what Yami suspected, Anzu had quite forgotten that she had ever been upset with him that morning. Granted, she still did not want to talk about him or think about him at the moment, but she was not feeling spiteful or mean in any way. In fact, she was in quite a good mood. After work, and then dancing with Ryou, she had called up Shizuka, who immediately agreed to meet up for some girl time. They had tried to call Mai, but it was clear that she was still occupied, as she did not answer her phone. Whether she was occupied by Malik or Rena had yet to be seen. "But you know, I can understand it kind of. He was the commander and one of his men bested him. Like, how could you not be envious of that? And it's hard to hate him because he's so cute and you can tell that he was really regretting it."

"Still!" Shizuka said with a sigh. She, too, began to nibble on their chocolate treats and for a while the two females were silent as they watched anxiously as Ping-An helped Zhao Zilong remove his armor. "Anzu?" Shizuka suddenly spoke. Anzu turned her head slightly, but her eyes were still on the movie. "Do you think Mai and Jounouchi will ever work things out?" Anzu blinked and focused on Shizuka, a surprised look crossing her face. Shizuka smiled somewhat sheepishly. "I don't want to ruin our night together, so if you'd rather not talk about it, just tell me and I'll shut up."

"No, it's fine, but...why do you ask?"

Shizuka released a long sigh, her eyes turning to the movie in thought. "It's just...when I approached Mai this morning, she just seemed so angry. I always heard of her temper from Jounouchi and I know that they tend to get in huge fights with each other, but she and I had always been pretty cordial with each other. I just wanted to offer my help to her, but she took it as though I were personally insulting her. And I promise, Anzu, I never meant it that way! I want to be there for her, while being there for Jounouchi. She thinks that I'd go and talk to him about everything, but I don't see how it's any different than yours and her relationship."

"Because you're closer to him, Shizuka," she said quietly. "I mean, yes, Jounouchi is my friend, but you're his sister and by the sounds of it, it doesn't sound like you guys were all that connected in the first place."

"Well, no," Shizuka admitted, "we never were. I never really knew how to connect with her. I always admired her, I guess, in my own way. Jounouchi told me, after I said this to him one day, that I should never admire or want to be another person, that I should always want to be myself and be with myself. I always looked up to her, though. She's beautiful and even after everything she seemed to hold herself together so well. I always wanted to be closer, but I never knew how. And now that I know how full of...hate she is, I want to help her even more and be even closer."

"Mai is a hard person," Anzu admitted, "but I think you just really need to wait for her to come to you. She's smart enough that I think she'll realize that she should accept your friendship as it is. But Shizuka, why did you let me call her if she had lashed out at you this morning?"

"I thought that maybe you would be a good mediator and things might go better. I promise I wasn't trying to use you, I just figured she might not react as violently."

"Maybe," Anzu said, nodding. "If nothing else, Malik will make her see the error of her ways."

"Yeah..." Shizuka's frowned thoughtfully and then tucked her legs beneath her, leaning forward on the couch, asking, "What is that, anyway? Her and Malik?"

"I don't really know what she's doing, but I think as far as Malik is concerned, it's just to pass time. And...well, I think he might actually know where she is as far as her state of emotions goes. Maybe he wants to help. And maybe...maybe Mai is accepting that help for what it is, even if it is from someone she barely knows." In the time that she had with Ryou, sinking into the bliss known as dancing, she had come to a realization. If Malik had been truly interested in messing around and having some real fun, he would have gone after Shizuka. She was the usual girl that, by Ryou's definition, Malik would be going after; yet, he had gone after Mai instead, who was a woman that Ryou had said Malik would know he could not manipulate. By this, she suspected that something was going on behind Malik's outward intentions that she was unaware of and that she likely would not discover through either Mai or Malik.

"Sometimes it's someone you barely know who makes things work out," Shizuka remarked, smiling at Anzu. "You helped me and Otogi."

"No, I just helped you guys stand up for yourselves against Jounouchi," Anzu replied, returning the smile with her own. The two girls giggled and then returned to their snacks and treats.

Once the movie had ended, the girls turned on the lights and began to clean up the room, chattering about how sad it was that Zhao Zilong had been betrayed and was never given a chance to return to his love. During the middle of this conversation, Anzu's doorbell rang. She paused in putting away the tea, looking at Shizuka questioningly. "Did you tell Otogi to come pick you up?" she asked.

"No, I haven't."

With a puzzled look on her face, Anzu approached the door and unlocked it, swinging it open. She blinked back at Yami, who cleared his throat, looking somewhat uncomfortable. Shizuka snuck up behind Anzu and her lips formed a tiny 'oh' when she saw him in the hallway. "Yami," Anzu finally said in a small, shocked tone. "What are you doing here?"

"I, ah...wanted to speak with you," he told her awkwardly, his eyes flickering to Shizuka uneasily.

"Well, I'm kind of occupied..."

"Oh, don't worry about me, I was just leaving!" Shizuka chirped hastily. "I'll just call Otogi to let him know I'm done. He was going to spend the night at my house since Jounouchi is out with Honda." A corner of Yami's mouth tilted upward as he nodded.

"Are you sure, Shizuka?" Anzu asked, concerned.

"I'm sure it's no problem at all," she assured. "I'll go get my purse and call him, okay?"

Anzu let Yami in, who remained quiet throughout this exchange. He stood in the kitchen while Shizuka talked to Otogi and after saying her farewell to Anzu, still on the phone with her boyfriend, the two of them were left alone. Anzu's apartment seemed looming with silence after Shizuka's bright voice had disappeared. Anzu was in the living area, standing by the couch, watching Yami through the corner of her eye. The counter was all that separated her small kitchen from the living area.

"So...," Yami began and then cleared his throat, "I came over to apologize."

"Apologize?" Anzu repeated.

"Yes, that's right, for my rude words this morning." She stared at him blankly. "Anzu...I swear that I did not mean to offend you, I only want the best for you and I only said it in hope that you might pay more attention to your health. That's all."

There was a pregnant pause in which Yami stared across at Anzu anxiously, trying to determine whether she was still upset. She simply stood by the couch, gazing back at him with no real expression. He had never had any trouble with Anzu before, as her temper has always been turned towards people other than himself. The rare times that it had begun to be pointed towards him, he was redirected it. However... She's had all day to fume over my comment to her this morning, he thought. But surely she doesn't have that type of temperament, right?

Suddenly, she sighed, pushing her hair from her face and approaching him in the kitchen. She put a hand on her hip as she paused beside him, surveying him with a narrow-eyed stare. He stared back at her nervously, preparing himself to move to the other end of the counter if need by. She raised her hand and flicked his forehead, causing him to blink. "Silly," she said softly, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I'm not mad about it anymore." She lowered her hand. "I mean, I guess I should be given that it was pretty rude, but after some thinking about it, I realize that I had overreacted as far as Malik and Mai goes. I have a habit of jumping without thinking when it comes to people I care about being threatened. I know it's stupid and I feel dumb about it, but that's how I am."

"Oh, I see," Yami said, nodding, relieved that she was no longer angry. "Well, I am glad to see that you understand now my feelings about those two. Don't worry, Mai can take care of herself."

"I know she can. So! Is that all you came over here for or was there something else?"

He opened his mouth and while Shizuka was on his mind, instead he said, "I missed you today." At first he did not register what it was that he had said and then, when it did, he wondered vaguely what type of response she would give to that. Yami was not a shy man and if his honest feelings were to be rejected, then he would be hurt, but he would also be relieved that they had been told. And so, rather than be horrified and wishing he could take them back like most people would, he simply waited to see her reaction. Her lips parted slightly, likely in surprise, but she did not immediately form any words.

"I missed you, too," Anzu told him at last, a shy look coming to her face. His face lit up a fraction and he closed the distance between them, smoothing her hair from her face as he peered down at her. He could not recall the last time they had had time together. He knew, given how hectic the next few days would be, that he would not have the chance to do this again for awhile.

"I'm glad," he whispered before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers. They warm and soft, tasting sweetly of chocolate. And when he took a breath in, he could smell the subtle scent of her soap. While his day had been full of irritated feelings, he could feel nothing but contentment in this moment, as she slid her arms around his waist, pulling him closer to her smaller body. His tongue slipped past her lips as she opened them for him, with yet another taste of chocolate coming to his tongue, this time blended with tea. Her scent mixed with the taste of her night was intoxicating. Her soft hair and curving body, her fingers splayed out on his back was all so perfect. And even as he withdrew to meet her hazy gaze, he could not regret it. He smiled as she licked her lips, a pleasant blush painting itself onto her cheeks. He ran his thumb across her lips and then very gently kissed her, only barely drawing away so as to meet her eyes.

"Thank you for coming over," she murmured.

"You're very welcome."

"Yami..." She drew away from him, licking her lips again. He watched in amusement and perhaps she knew what the cause of his expression was, for she blushed a bit pinker before coughing slightly and continuing, "Would you like to stay the night?" He blinked, startled.

"Ah...I don't think..."

"No, no," she was quick to interrupt before he could finish his thought, "it's not like that. I just know that you'll be leaving for a bit after the auditions and I'd like to spend a night with you, sleeping." She smiled at him, just as shy and nervous as ever when it came to their timid relationship. He scanned her face and relaxed. Anzu was truly an innocent, with such pure intentions. It was amazing that such a girl would be remotely interested in someone as monstrous as him.

Dashing that morbid thought from his mind, he smoothed her hair from her face again and kissed her forehead. "Of course, Anzu. I'd like that."

TBC

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DIS: I decided to take my laptop with me on my way to class today, just so I could work on this and another story while on the bus. Shockingly, I managed to get the last six pages of this done while one the bus, with the exception of the last bit which I finished when I got home. I'm rather proud of my renewed updating skills. Maybe my class essays won't suck so much, too, now that my writer's block is gone...? In any case, please leave a review telling me how you liked it, or what you didn't like about it, etc. Ciao!