Dum, dumm, dadum. *grins* I bet you all want to know what happens to Meva, don't you? Well…you'll just have to find out. And by the way, something here is intentionally off …just saying…which shall be explained next chapter, 'cause really, what fun would it be the other way around? MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! *grins wider* Again, if I was a bit unclear last chapter, here's what I WAS gunning for. Major and Doc and all them, want Meva for experimental purposes, most especially her wings. They were going to start by hacking them off, and then trying to force her to re-grow them, and if she couldn't, they would experiment to the point where she could. Clear? The fact of her surviving this is obviously very low… *cackles and falls off desk* I'm sorry, I seem to have a case of the ebiles today…I need to outlet it with a May and Jay, but I can't because my little sister's on a trip with our grandpa in Yellowstone National Park. FOR. A. WEEK. *sighs* So now I have to wait for our May and Jay Hellsing-Soul Eater crossover…*pouts* Although we did manage to get the very LAST Soul Eater one out…meh, who cares. I still have a case of the ebiles. (Is the lolcats version of evil. Replace v with a b and its so much cuter) *Sighs again* Better get on this…gonna finish off that last scene, because again, SOME PROGRAMS weren't working on my computer and it was cut off.
Integra's POV:
"Thus do we move to meet Hell's legions!" The Iscariots shouted, drawing their guns. "As a mighty army, and form our squared ranks against Hell's gates! And prepare to meet the 7 million 35 thousand and 522 demons of hell!" Heinkel and Yumie were ploughing their way through the vampires, Heinkel's guns blazing and Yumie barely avoiding bullet after bullet as she streaked from one enemy to the next. They were back to back for one split second, slashing a leaping vampire in two and blasting another's head off before they were moving again. The Iscariots were not avoiding the gunfire, and some were being cut down, but the rest kept on shooting. Anderson was happily cutting down vampire after vampire, and grin on his face. Some bullets pinged, inches from my face, but I didn't even flinch, cigar smoke wafting around me.
Alucard's POV:
I walked the halls, my boots tapping on hard concrete, blood spattering the walls. "My nemesis…" I passed Rip Van Winkle's glasses and gun, my thoughts anywhere but our battle. "My master…" I chuckled, stopping at the very brink of the ship's prow. "I am being drawn closer, and I shall continue the journey within my dream as well." I caught sight of something small and metal falling toward me, and caught it. It was another TV transmitter, and as I turned it on, I saw the burning streets of London. The Major's voice echoed at me from the device. "Ah, Alucard, you seemed to have lost track of a pet of yours." He teased, and my blood went cold. "What are you talking about?' I growled, and he chuckled. "Oh, nothing much. Doc has a new plaything we've been waiting many, many years to acquire. Vhat a specimen! Two hundred Nazi vampires with bullets and blades, and untold number of ghouls, that is what we needed to bring her to her knees! AND STILL SHE FIGHTS! Vell, don't take my word for it, see for yourself."
It changed, and I saw a close up of a crowd of vampires. The insane Doc was holding something down, blood spattering his face. He seemed to be sawing back and forth, angry shrieks piercing the air around him. My heart froze, and I forced myself to remain calm as the shrieks turned from angry to terrified, to agonized. Meva screamed, and I saw blood fountain up, mimicking the spray pounding against she sides of the ship I was on. She screamed in agony, her shrill cries echoing across the microphone, and Doc finally stepped back. My heart wasn't frozen anymore, it was pounding, desperately hoping Meva was alright. I saw a flash of her feathers, and temporarily relaxed, but then tensed again.
She was tossed out of the crowd, her face to me. The feathers were still in the crowd of vampires. I was dizzy, frantically thinking over and over again "please let her have her wings, please let her have her wings, please let her have her wings, please-" Doc stood, moving over, and kicked her, turning her so her back was to the camera, and I gritted my teeth. Her back had two jagged stumps, little stubs of what once had been magnificent wings, leaking blood, white gleams of bone showing through the ruined flesh and ragged, blood-soaked feathers that still clung to the base. "I'm so sorry, Herr Major, but she vould not stop wiggling. This was the cleanest cut I could make." He said, bowing to the camera and holding Meva's folded wings in his hands. The Major chuckled, and the screen went dark. "I vould think you'd be happy. We clipped your pet's wings so she couldn't fly away from you again. I look forward to seeing her re-grow them." He said warmly, and without a further word I hurled the infernal device off the ship, hearing the tiny plunk as it hit the sea. "ONWARD! TO THE BATTLEFIELD!" I roared, rage coursing through me. They will pay dearly for this.
Integra's POV:
I watched as Anderson shot, sliced, and then hacked a vampire to pieces. The battle was over, and corpses, dust, lined the streets. "So, how many of us remain?" he asked, and Heinkel answered "Half of us have fallen. Those Nazis are fierce." She* ejected her cartridges as she whirled, shouting orders at her men. "Get the thermit! Burn this tainted demon meat! Burn 'em all to ashes." I started to walk away. She turned, and I heard the hurried click of a gun being loaded. "Enjoy your fire." I said calmly, and the pistol was cocked next to my head. "Vhere are you going?" she snarled. "To my mansion, obviously. My forces are under attack, as the commanding officer I need to be there. So lower the gun, Papist." She didn't. "I don't think so. You're in Vatican custody Mrs. Leftlegger." She hissed, and I smirked. "Light me." She blinked, pulling the gun back slightly. "Light my cigar Mrs. Burn-'em-all. Well?" I turned, and she gritted her teeth. "I've got a gun and you want me to light your damn cigar-" I wiggled it slightly in my mouth. "Light. Do it." She gaped, poking the gun at me slightly. "You do…realize…I'm the one holding a gun on you, yes?"
"Light me." I said, and she growled, holding a lighter to my cancer stick with a wavering hand, looking furious as she turned her face away and lit it. I took a deep breath and blew the smoke out as they all glared at me, furious. "Now then, I'm going home. If the thought of it vexes you, go ahead and shoot." I said, seeing Yumie start to creep forward. "Cut it out Yumie!" Heinkel growled, and she stopped. "Vhy can't I deal with her! She's just one woman, vhat the Hell?!" she snarled, smacking her forehead. "Hey! How about we tie her up and take her away with us, that would work!" Yumie said excitedly, and Heinkel growled, waving her gun in her face. "I wanna shoot her!" she shouted, and I sighed. "I can hear you, you know." I smirked to myself. "They want to tie me up or shoot me. What is it that you want, Anderson?"
His eyes were unreadable behind the gleam of his glasses. "What do you think? Teaming up against an unarmed woman to do god knows what to her? We're Paladins, not rapists." Heinkel and Yumie gaped at him, mouths working as they tried to express their indignity. "I'm glad we're of one mind. But I really shouldn't walk home alone. Come on." I said, starting to move again. "Aye. We'll protect your maiden virtue." He said, and all the Iscariots straightened. "HUH?!" I hid a grin. "Step lively Papists." Heinkel and Yumie both screeched "YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS!" at my back, and I chuckled as I continued walking. "Vhat are we doing? How did she rope us all into this?" Heinkel muttered as they fell into step behind me, and Yumie nodded. "Bishop Maxwell's gonna be so angry." Heinkel shrugged. "You know, we have sort of taken her into custody. Figuratively speaking?" she said, and Yumie snorted. "Please, he's not gonna buy it." Heinkel gritted her teeth. "SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!"
"Heinkel, see if you can't find us an automobile. We're a bunch of sitting ducks on foot." Anderson said, and Heinkel nodded. "Right!" Another priest stepped forward. "Father Anderson, do you think this is wise? Your obedience will be called into doubt." Anderson shrugged. "Let them call it into doubt, if they dare. There's something about Maxwell's methods that just don't sit right with me." He said, and they all looked at each other. "Hurry up. The way you're moving, you'll all get burned to ashes before you even look at Hell." I said, and they gritted their teeth, resuming the pace.
Beklop's POV:
I gulped, seeing the V1s that would crumple my shield- and the people here- into smithereens. Suddenly, cannon fire roared and they began bursting apart. "Go Mrs. Victoria!" Alle squealed, and Alex nodded, bouncing in his seat. Searchlights began waving around the Mansion, and I squinted up, trying to see the ships like Seras seemed to be able to. "24 for 24 ma chère. " (My dear) "Your new equipment iz nothing to scoff at." Pip said, leaning back in his chair. "The Harkonnen 2, thirty millimeters, semi-automatic cannon, maximum range, four kilometers, gross weight, 345 kilos. We're pulling out all ze stops against zis crowd, aren't we ma chère ? " He asked, and I heard Seras's voice come in through the speaker. "Mr. Bernadette, would you please stop calling me ma chère. I have a name and its Seras."
He laughed, sticking a cigar in his mouth. "Apologies ma chère." He lit it, and took a deep breath. "Tell me…can you see London right now?" he asked. "Of course." She said softly, and he nodded. "Piccadilly Circus, Soho, and Covent Garden are nothing but ashes. The London we knew is gone, replaced by this…hell. I can't stand London, never could." He said, leaning back and looking at the screens. "It always seemed like such a stuffy town. We never saw eye to eye, old London and me." He bowed his head, and I bit my lip. "But the boys would always drag me out to this one cabaret. The beer was cold, and tasty, which was good, because the only thing dumber than that bartender were those jokes of his. Or we'd go whoring, at this cathouse filled with the ugliest girls you've ever seen. But you know, they were all nice to us. And they had the saddest eyes."
"Then there was the lady with the place on Versailles Road. I never ordered fish and chips, but it's all she served me. She'd say " 'Ere love, have a taste of some right proper British fare." Every time. I wanted to tell her it was too greasy, I couldn't eat it, but I didn't want to offend her. So I choked it down, bite by bite." He sighed, slumping in his chair. "I'm not really going to miss this London. But the people who lived here, that bartender, and the whores, and fish and chips lady…this pissing match was never theirs to lose. That little Major, and Section 13, the Last Battalion, even Hellsing itself meant nothing to them. But now, they're all dead. Corpses feasting on each other. And that is something I just cannot abide. Let's avenge them, you and me Seras. Do it. Blast them clean out of the sky." Alle and Alex sniffed, looking heartbroken, and I nodded grimly. And here we go.
"Yes sir. For those who've died tonight, and for London." Seras said, and I gritted my teeth, releasing the shields again so she could fire. "NOW MA CHERE! TARGET THE ENEMY DREADNOUGHT! Fire upon my mark!" Pip shouted, and I took a deep breath, frantically hoping Meva would show up soon. Preferably now. "FIRE!" Cannon fire roared above us, shaking the roof, and Alle and Alex whined, clutching each other desperately. "Hit those Nazis! Send them down into the pits of hell!" Pip shouted into the mic, and I looked around, seeing the ship taking on heavy fire from the Harkonnen 2. It dipped, clearly losing all flight capacity, aiming straight for the roof, probably Seras. Her blasting stopped, and I heard a clank. "Seras, get out of there!" Pip shouted, but she didn't listen. The cannon flipped a little, and Pip's cigar dropped from his mouth. "Those are the Harkonnen's incendiary grenades?! Mon diue… They are so big!" (My god…) he whispered, and I whistled. Seras roared, aiming them directly for the nose of her approaching death.
They hit it dead on, and the ship crashed, unable to even hold a downward course, crumpling and exploding on the grounds, a few miles away. The others began cheering, but she cut them off. "We're not done." Kuro stuck his head in, shaking. I remembered it was the night before the full moon. "You heard her ladies, don't call it a night yet. They're still coming." Pip said before he could interrupt, and he walked over to me. "Is Meva-sempai here yet?" he whispered, and I shook my head. He glanced at the twins worriedly before he walked out again, and I indulged in a moment of fantasy after his handsome back. I snapped myself out of it and returned to my calm breathing, bracing myself for the magic use I would soon entail. "What did you expect? Those aren't people, they're monsters." Pip said as dark figures began peeling themselves from the wreckage, walking towards us with grim purpose.
"What now?" Seras asked, and Pip stuck another cigar in his mouth. "Fall back and reload ma chère." She nodded. "Right!" She jumped off the roof, heading inside. "Alright Wild Geese. It's time for us to take the stage. No more foreplay, these Nazis want it rough and I'm feeling generous. Let's give them a wild night! Lock and load men!" he shouted, and they complied as I stood, rapidly sketching a design on both Alle and her brother's foreheads. "These creatures…" Pip said as they began blurring, streaking towards us at the speed of sound. "They are now vampires, n'est-ce pas?" (Is that right?) "They're stronger and faster than any man alive. And they'd storm Heaven itself for a juicy goose dinner. To them we are marionettes, wobbling on strings. They know the moves we make before we do, they'll dodge our bullets and take off our heads before we even realize we missed. Ma chère, does that about sum it up?" Suddenly there was a blast on the grounds, and the lines darting toward us paused. More blast followed, and more, and I heard a faint shot of "Mines! They've put up mines!"
Pip glared at the screen. "They got wise. Hit it!" More explosions, larger, stronger ones, roared and Pip smirked. "Like that? It's what you get for underestimating me." I glimpsed Seras by a window. "Your men…booby-trapped the yard?" Pip shrugged. "Booby-trapped? You make it sound so sneaky. Serves them right for charging in." He leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head. "If foes are going to play dirty by going vampire, the least we can do is try to even the odds. Sixty claymores packed with blessed ball bearings detonated at once. Let's see them try to dodge that." He said smugly, grinning at the screens. "We are not the greatest fighting force. Engaging the enemy in the open is such a messy affair. This is more our speed. Third floor grenadiers, fire!" I glanced at the screen, and grinned. "Constant bombardment men! Keep those leeches pinned to the dirt! That's it! Tear their perimeter to shreds!" he shouted, and I sighed as the lawn was lit up with explosions. If she survives this Integra is going to be pissed at us.
"Rifle squads, concentrate all of your fire into one spot at a time! Anything twitches you shoot!" The door was slammed open. "Captain! We've halted the enemy's advance. They're pinned down just behind those hills. Fuckers aren't moving an inch." Pip's second said, standing behind him. "Oh, they'll come out eventually. But for now this will do. If we keep out of range, we win by default." Pip said, getting out a lighter. "We play a high stakes game, but the rules are simple. If those musty old crouts get inside, it's over. We don't stand a chance in close combat." He said, touching it to his cigarette. "So, you don't think they'll retreat?" his second asked, and he smirked. "One would expect. Any other night I'd say "without a doubt, they will run". But these things aren't afraid of death." He snapped the lighter closed, smoke drifting around him. "They are death."
The gunfire slowed, and I twitched. That was...illusion magic I was feeling?! Oh no. A giant female vampire with tattoos all over one side of her body and a massive scythe rose above the hills, grinning. "Talk to me! Explain, what the hell's going on! Godamnit!" Pip slammed the receiver down and was out the door before I could warn him about it all not being real. Kuro charged in, eyes blazing. "We're getting torn to pieces by a giant!" he yelped, and I grabbed his shoulder. "Verum visu!" (True sight!) I snarled, and he blinked, looking stunned as he saw the others. "What the…" I quickly did the same for Alle and Alex. "It's an illusion." I murmured, closing my eyes and beginning to try and unravel it. Pain sparked through me and I dropped my mental connection like a hot brick, crumpling to the ground. "Beklop-chan! Are you alright?' he asked, picking me up. I had a dreamy moment of content, then I was all business. "That illusion…she's too strong, I can't break it." I gasped, sitting up and rubbing my aching head.
Kuro helped me up, and I saw Seras aiming out the window. Thank god…she broke through. She began firing rapidly, and soon I felt the spell snap, then fade. She immediately ran over to Pip, who was still gaping. "Snap out of it! It was just an illusion! Witchcraft or something!" she said, shaking him. "An illusion?! That gigantic whore wasn't real?!" I nodded. "Yeah. Pretty damn strong one too, if it caught a vampire and all those people at once." I said, and she beamed for a second. "That's right!" Kuro's head whipped around, nostril's flaring. "Guys what about the-" Every window in the hallway burst open, and Kuro whirled away, snarling and unsheathing his katana. The vampires attacked, slicing and hacking people open with their bare hands, but Kuro and Seras stepped in. He was dancing from wall to wall, blade flashing, and every vamp he went near disintegrated in a splash of blood. Seras merely fired, gunshots tracing the walls as the vampires tried to dodge, catching one leaping in the mouth with her cannon and firing, exploding his head in a shower of tissue and fluids.
"Ah, defer des put, we've lost the front of the estate!" Pip swore, and I growled. "Captain, we've got trouble." Someone said, putting down his binoculars. "They've figured out the land mines." Kuro and the twins moved closer to me, and I put my arms around Alle and her brother. "We're getting hammered!" Pip nodded, putting his mic to his mouth. "Let's gather the flock. Whoever's alive to hear this, fall back to my position. Keep shooting though. Make the crouts work for it. Bring all the grenades and plastic you can." He grinned, turning to Seras. "Ma chère?" She straightened, hopping forward a little. "Yes?" she said eagerly. "We're going to set up barricades here, to keep digging in as best we can and fend them off. While YOU, mademoiselle, go make their acquaintance. Reduce them to nothing but Nazi carrion."
"Yes sir!" she said, sounding excited. "You are the ace up our sleeve. Remember, the life of every man in this room is in your hands." The soldier behind her swatted her bum, and she eeped, jumping away. "In case I die." He explained, and Kuro rolled his eyes at me. The others chuckled, and she flushed and gave them a tiny little smile. "Well…good luck." She said, and Pip raised his hand. "Ah! I almost forgot the most important part." She turned, and he shouted "SERAS!" she saluted nervously. "Sir!" Kuro and I looked on curiously, and Pip ordered "You must close your eyes!" she obeyed, and we both gaped as he leaned forward, about to kiss her. She cracked an eye open and squealed, hopping away. "You…kissing fiend! What the- WHY?!" she squeaked, making a face and waving her hands in front of her face. "No fair Captain!" his second said, and the others joined in. "Yeah no fair!" He waved them off. "Well, enough lollygagging! Let's go!"
"God you're a cad." His second grumbled, turning away. "I want one too!" someone yelled, and they all started. "Me too!"ing. "BUGGER OFF!" she yelled, and they chuckled. "Alright." Someone said, and they all backed away, grinning at her teasingly. Pip chuckled as she bared her teeth at them, growling, and said "Seras ma chère…" she turned, and he tugged the brim of his hat down a little. "Come back to me. That's an order." He said, and she blinked. "Yes sir! Give 'em hell." She said, hoisting her gun. "Right. Go!" Pip said, chuckling, and she nodded. "Moving out!" she said, running back, towards the vampires and the others. "That is a hell of a girl." Pip's second said, and he nodded. "Indeed. Far too good for the likes of us. If she dies this night, we are no longer men, we are cowards, meant for hell." They all nodded. "Yeah." "Ain't that the truth." "Well said Captain."
"Seras isn't going to die, not on the Wild Geese's watch. Make peace with your God ladies, you're dying with your boots on, here, tonight." I gulped, and Kuro patted my shoulder soothingly. "Jeez Captain, do we gotta? If this was some war movie, the guy playing you would be all "if you're gonna run, now's the time", or you'd sacrifice yourself to let us get away." someone asked, and he shrugged. "Fetagir, mon amie. We are all nothing more than prodigal sons who kill for pocket change. Hell, for the fun of it!" he said, clicking a cartridge into his gun and shouldering it. There was a chorus of agreement, and someone said "Fair enough." He turned, seeing me and Kuro. "C'mon ladies, We have a date with death, going out guns blazing, screaming "fuck!", bellies full of lead, hearts full of steel." Then others turned and began following him. "What the hell." "Fuck, why not?" "I'm in." "Old age is for pussies." They all chuckled, and Kuro stood, helping Alle and Alex up as well.
"If you're coming, we need that werewolf to go and make sure nothing sneaks in while we're building up. Take those kids and tuck them in the safest corner you can find in this hellhole." Pip said, and we nodded. Kuro squeezed my shoulder once and went off, and I shoved Alle and Alex into a very tucked away spot of the Round Table room, soothing them in whispers as the others began building up a barricade.
Meva's POV:
I hurt. All over. I couldn't move, and part of me said this was a bad thing. I tried to sit up, but the air around me was thick. Oh. It wasn't air. My hand reach up, breaking through the earthy layer that covered me and feeling warmth on my palm. I wrenched myself free of my dusty prison, gasping and coughing. I was somewhere different. A clearing, with a few trees and the sun shining down on my face. I looked down at myself, seeing bare, dirty skin. I was suddenly covered by fabric, a dress of some sort with a hole in the back. I felt the warm air against my skin, and something else…I half turned, and gasped when I saw feathers. I flexed a few muscles, and suddenly I was lifted up, giggling a little. I dropped, and no matter how I tried I couldn't get back up. I didn't know how. 'Child, stop that.' I looked around, seeing nothing but more trees. I walked over, something calling me to rest my head against the tough old bark. 'Little one, what do you know?'
I blinked. 'Are you the tree?' The voice chuckled, an old, earthy rumble. 'I am the tree, in a way. It is my host. Pay attention. Do you know or remember anything?' I shook my head. 'That is how it should be. Speech will not come to you yet, at least, not speech the way most of your appearance do. Do you have a name yet?' Another head shake. 'Then I am the first to see you. Very well. Your name shall be Meva. You are an Avem, a bird. Yet not. So you are the backwards bird. Do you like this name?' I nodded. 'Good. Look up. Do you see something with feathers?' I looked, and saw a tiny creature, so much smaller than me, but with the same things, feathers, covering its wings. It did not seem to have the same body either, and I looked down, confused. 'You are part human. Your body is a human one. That is why you look different.' The tree said gently, and I nodded.
'Your education will begin now. Fold your wings in, you will not need them for a while.' With difficulty, I managed to somehow hide my wings, and twisted, feeling nothing but air against my skin. 'Walk until you find another that looks as you do. That body, not your dress or age. Look sad and lost. They will teach you how to tell in your voice, not your mind. We will take care of the rest.' Before I could protest I found myself walking, and shrugged it off, admiring the forest. It felt comforting, like an old blanket. That comfort and warmth surrounded me, and I heard the tree again. 'Time to awaken, backwards bird. Your freedom is calling.'
I opened my eyes, body aching. I dully glanced around, seeing nothing but dirty brick and waving flames. Prince was perched on the ground, watching me with his coal-black eyes. "Did we make it…" I whispered, and he hooted comfortingly, running his beak through my hair. Moving like this while so exhausted had almost literally drained me dry. 'They seemed completely fooled. I must admit, it was a good one. We barely made it even still.' He added, looking pointedly at my bleeding back. I nodded, then gasped as a surge of energy rocketed through me, bringing me to my feet with another gasp. "Right…let's get going." I said, and he nodded, opening his wings and flapping off into the night.
***Time skip***
The Hellsing Manor was in ruins. Screams and gunshots echoed off the walls. I charged right in, gritting my teeth against the onslaught of blood, the foul reek stinging my nose. I hissed, blindly slicing through the walls of vampires, not even glancing at the humans, my sense urging me on. Vampire. Kill. Humans. Avoid. Werewolf? I skidded to a stop, seeing Kuro puppy-guarding a hallway. "Meva-sempai! What took you so long?" he said, jerking his head and ushering me past him. "A little squabble among countrymen…" I murmured, darting past him and knocking on the barricade that had been built up. "It's Meva! Open up!" I shouted, and the pile was shifted to one side. "Meva! Get your feathered rear in here!" Beklop growled, yanking me past the tables and shoving me past the Wild Geese. They all gaped at me, and I waved tiredly as I passed. The energy surge was fading again. Alle and Alex were huddled in a corner, and they brightened when they saw me. "I assume it's someone I know?" I asked, and she nodded. "Not you?" I asked in concern, and she rolled her eyes. "Calm down ya spaz! I'm…oh god, what happened to you?!" I flinched, looking at my feet. "Nazis happened." I whispered, a tear sliding down my cheek.
*Frick, I don't care about cohesiveness anymore. Heinkel's a girl.
I officially hate Maxwell's guts now. He and his people were all just hanging around, waiting to invade n' stuff, and then someone's like "oh, by the way, did you know a vampire just killed the President and the White House is on fire?" That was annoying enough, but then a CERTAIN SNOTTY PRIEST said "Bah, who cares? Our people are standing by. They'll interfere if it spreads. If not, then they will just have to handle it on their own." If there has ever been a moment when I want to get into an anime more than then, I've seriously forgotten. I WANT TO HIT THAT SMUG LITTLE BASTARD SO HARD HIS STUPID HEAD FALLS OFF! Serves him right, getting impaled by Alucard's familiars. I love that though. "I wanna shoot her!" It's like my favorite line from Heinkel. Yeah, I know they're swearing, but I do have to keep them in character. *sighs* Dang, I fit in most of the OVA 6 into this chapter…how time flies…I just wanted to get all of Pip's speeches (cause he makes a lot of them in this one) in, and I just kept going "oh wait, there's that one, I want to write that one too…" Yeah, so I actually fit in the whole damn thing. Who knew? Yeah…how you all must hate me…again, next chapter I'll explain the whole thing. Probably. *grins* But reviews prompt me to not do cliffies, so…yeah. Review, request, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien.