Under the Rabbit Moon
Recap:
The eldest Uchiha laughed once before producing another two jugs from under the table. "I think the night is late enough. Let no more talk of politics take place. For now, my friends, drink and know that you have places to sleep once you can not drink any more. We can talk more of this in the morning."
"Or the afternoon," Kawarama chuckled.
"Or the afternoon," Madara agreed with a laugh as he raised his cup. "To peace."
Sakura and the others all raised their cups. Their cheer was one before throwing back their cups and drinking down the sake.
"Peace."
Sakura felt the heat in her belly from the drink and hoped it was enough to drown the worries swimming down there as well. With drink it was a little easier to forget about the rabbit goddess and her warnings. After all, no one had mentioned the Hyuga clan or the moon army. There really would be peace this time.
'Think that if you need to, child. Drink for now and worry about the days to come once those days come.'
The days ran blissfully into each other and Sakura doubted herself each morning because it seemed so unbelievable that she could be so happy just to wake up and not have an enemy looming in the future.
With the death of the Gold and Silver brothers the promise of a military upheaval that would become The First Shinobi World War was no longer assured. Izuna, Itama, and Kawarama were all alive in this time line, and Kawarama had a partnership with Kurama. War wouldn't erupt with the Senju and Uchiha clans solidifying their alliance. No one could challenge them now. They would have peace. They would all live, and maybe this time Sakura would get to see her family survive. She was going to-
Madara killed Kakashi, ran him through with a sword after her sensei had been too slow to save himself, but not too slow to push her out of the way. She had been run through once and Kakashi had said it with a look, that he wasn't going to let her be struck a second time by the Uchiha.
Kakashi tried to turn towards her and see her with the one good eye left, but he was limp before his face could find her's. He heard her screaming though-she knew that much.
Sakura woke in a cold sweat with the sun still deep behind the horizon and darkness in the sky. It was cold in the middle of the night and she was shivering from more than just the temperature. Her body was sticky with dread and sweat.
"Why did you show me that?" Sakura demanded, running her hands through her hair again and again until her nails scratched her scalp to a red rawness.
The dream had shaken her more so because of how unexpected it was than for the actual horror. She had healed somewhat from the trauma and loss of her closest people. It still hurt, but it didn't debilitate her like it used to.
Kaguya rose to the surface and answered in her mind.
"Because you forgot."
The anger made her a little braver as Sakura growled low in her heart and then her throat. "I never forgot. There's no way I would be able to forget what I lost. Just because I was happy for a while doesn't mean I forgot."
"It is good to remember the lessons that bear repeating. You are not safe as you wish. Yes, you are strong, and yes, you are feared, but that does not mean safe. The world hungers to tear down what it does not understand and you are in just as much danger as the day you ate my heart, young Sakura."
In her own way Sakura felt herself still. It was rare the at Kaguya call her by name and address her so formally. It felt wrong, out of place, and did nothing but sow unease in Sakura's heart.
"What are you talking about?" Sakura asked, anger and fear melting out of her tone to be replaced with caution. "And why did you show me that memory in particular?"
Kaguya's voice was low and melodious, drifting through the darkness like it was meant for it. "Madara is one half of the puzzle, one half of the key. You need to remember him for what he may become should we fail in this."
"Now you're just trying to freak me out. I know well enough without the reminder how powerful Madara can be. You didn't need to show me how he killed Kakashi."
"Not how powerful." It wasn't annoyance but Kaguya's words turned curt and clipped at the ends. "How dedicated and desperate he was. Power is a thing existing inside anyone and everyone, but only the truly depraved can draw it so far out. Madara is one half of the puzzle. Hashirama is the other half. Bring them both to the cave. They're nearly ready."
Sakura's memories traveled back to when Kaguya had her sleepwalk leagues from the garden to a cave where the histories of the world were painted on the walls. Sakura remembered feeling the sense of deep, old and forbidden chakra leached into the stone and in her heart, balked at the idea of bringing the boys there.
"Why? What are you going to do to them there?" Sakura asked. "And what do you mean about them being 'nearly' ready?"
When Kaguya didn't answer, but slipped further into Sakura's consciousness without reply Sakura scoffed.
"I'm not taking anyone anywhere for any reason until I know more. I don't think you want to do anything terrible to them, but I'm not going to trust you so blindly, Kaguya." Sakura felt a purr when the moon goddess heard her own name, but didn't falter in her short lecture. "I need to know more of what it is you want from me. What are you trying to do or hoping to do with the help of those two?"
"There will be a time for explaining these things," Kaguya hummed before slipping even further away. "But that time is not now. You need only remember the truth of their natures. Don't lose your path in the midst of your bliss and never remember the fear and blood of men in the face of gods. In the coming weeks you will see it among the people and you will remember my words."
Sakura felt cold once more as silence stretched long and thick throughout her own mind. She called out to the woman multiple times but heard nothing in reply, which was typical as of late.
It was almost too early to rise from bed, but Sakura didn't think she would be able to fall back asleep with her heart and her head as awake as they both were. She felt like both had been sent running. Stopping to lay down and sleep felt so unnatural after a sprint that woke and invigorated.
She got up from the bed and went to where a basin and pitcher rested. She poured for herself some water and dipped a cloth in until it became damp, though not wet. It was still cold, but Sakura felt the need to wipe the sweat from her face and neck while she contemplated the woods of Kaguya. What was it the Rabbit Goddess wanted in the end. What was her end goal that she was working towards? She was too keen to be merely reacting to the world and events around her, so there had to be some sort of motivation there.
Stories about Kaguya were few and far in-between. Most were content to leave her to the angels of myth and legend. Her sons and grandsons were studied with vigor and it was these boys who were credited with much of what shinobi knew of chakra and how it worked. There were even stories about their motivations and thoughts about how chakra should be used in the world, but when it came to their mother or grandmother, Kaguya was a forgotten figure.
"Because men write the stories, and they're horrible writers. Look at that pervert!" Tsunade once roared at a younger Sakura who had asked why the medical texts were all by male authors when the demographic for medical practitioners were so harshly skewed in the female's favor.
Thinking about Tsunade made Sakura wonder if her old mentor would get along better with Kaguya if their situation was something different. Both were strong woman Sakura had learned from and, admittedly, been helped by. Even if she didn't like admitting it, Kaguya looked out for Sakura like Tsunade had. Kaguya even seemed to care for Sakura beyond self survival.
But Kaguya wanted more than self survival, which brought Sakura's musings to their first loop in the circle.
"I'm thinking about you and what you want. Feel free to tell me if you want," she said aloud, knowing the woman could hear thoughts as well as what was spoken aloud. "Do you want to be free of me, independent and alive once more?"
There was no answer and Sakura wasn't surprised. Kaguya rarely answered unless it was something she wanted all on her own and normally that was fine. There wasn't a lot of opportunity for Sakura to badger the woman on issues. Most of the time Sakura was content to let those metaphorical sleeping dogs lie.
But Madara killing Kakashi… There were some sleeping dogs that wouldn't stay down and were content to wait until she was asleep and easy to bite. She couldn't run from what happened in her dreams, it seemed. She'd have to see Kakashi die and Madara stand over the corpse more than just once.
The thought made her swallow and taste bile she hadn't known was there. Seeing her family die was the hardest thing to live thought, and it hurt even more knowing that one of the chief murders of her happiness was a boy she was just as devoted to as her sensei. Funny how the other grand murderess was also someone she had fallen into a strong relationship with. How had that happened?
Sakura hated how she had to fight the urge to flinch when she saw Madara because the first thoughts that rushed back were ones that made her ashamed to call him her friend. She knew this Madara and that Madara were not the same person, but it was hard when they had the same face and even the same voice, more or less.
And to make matters worse, his brother looked painfully similar to how she remembered Sasuke in his youth. Izuna was made up well and polished more than Sasuke ever had been, but the bone structure was nearly the same and the hair could be fixed the same way and then it would be like staring at a ghost.
Sakura hadn't realized how much the Uchiha brothers would make her think about her past. She hadn't been this bad when she was with the Senju, thought Naruto's smile hid in Hashirama's lips every now and then.
Sakura returned to the covers of her bed and tried to lay down again. Sleep was far from her brain but she persisted.
She must have fallen back asleep because the next thing she knew she was waking up, blinking away the new light falling over her face as sunbeams slipped bast the frames of the rice screen door. There were voices too, of people in the main house starting their daily chores. Someone laughed and Sakura thought she recognized the voice as belonging to one of the older Uchiha maids but couldn't be sure.
It was reason enough for Sakura to get up and dress herself in a simple yukata, the least ornate of all the ones she had been leant by the Uchiha clan. Her hair was long but she tied it up high and let it trail down her back like the tail of a wild animal, swaying on it's own with each step.
Her face was still damp from washing it in the basin when she stepped out of her room into the hallway. She followed the voices until she found the kitchen and smiled at the first person to notice her.
"Sakura same, we were going to bring you your meal! What are you doing up so soon?" A The maid with pretty gray eyes blustered. She wasn't as young as some of the others and her eyes were too light to boast a sharingan, but she was a highly capable helper in plenty of other ways.
"I thought about taking care of myself this morning. I was actually on my way out to train a little and then I'll be back to clean up and make my rounds. It's still early, isn't it?"
She laughed behind her hand, the crows feet at her eyes crinkling warmly. "Only a few are awake this early hour. Our proud Uchiha men are enjoying the banquets at night too much to be up so early. Not many can hold their drink and look as well as you the next morning, Sakura same."
Sakura rolled her eyes at the backhanded compliment, since she knew well and good that ladies weren't supposed to drink grown men under the table when they were trying to impress other clan heads. The Senju had left several weeks ago, but others had come in their place at the invitation of the Uchiha head to discuss these 'talks of peace' that seemed so intriguing.
So far Madara wasn't actually asking anyone to join him and the Senju on a village founding, but was simply negotiating peace accords for the period of time in which they would need to establish the village. At the end of such accords they could ask the trustworthy clans if they would like to be a part of the village.
Sakura tried to remember who it was that had come late last night and then mentally smacked herself for being so absent minded. The Aburame was one of the four noble clans of her village, after all. Odd as they may seem-in any period of time- they were wealthy, respected, and loyal to their word.
Sakura felt something pressed into her hands and looked down to see recitals wrapped in paper. "For breakfast," the Uchiha woman said with a smile. "Come back for something more filling when you're done training."
Sakura walked out and saw that there were a few faces she recognized already up and about for the day, but not too many. It was still early after all. She helped herself to a single recital filled with plum bean paste and followed a crude trail to a patch of land just outside the clan's boundaries. There were a few trees there, but mostly open field and plenty of room to move.
She stopped walking once she heard the grunts of effort and paused to sense for the chakra she knew she would feel. Her shoulders slipped a bit as she realized she had already been sensed in return and wouldn't be able to walk away without making it awkward later.
"You're up early," she teased, coming out from behind a cluster of trees with half a rice ball in hand. She licked a handful of sticky grains off her lips back into her mouth and smiled. "How's the hangover?"
"I could say the same to you. You were the one putting us to shame," Madara quipped back. He grinned and let the huge fan lower as his body abandoned the defensive stance. "What are you doing here?"
Sakura shook her rice ball before stuffing into her mouth and sucking the last of the sticky rice off her thumb. Chewing behind her hand she took a few steps and stopped. "I was planning on warming up, but I doubt the fields would survive if the two of us decided to spar."
"I don't think I would survive if the two of us decided to spar," Madara joked, looking her over. "Unless you wanted to limit yourself to just taijutsu and weapons."
"You want to kill me?" Sakura scoffed. "You think too much of me."
"I've seen you raise the dead."
"That was only partially me. Since you know there's no sense in avoiding it, but I'm really not that impressive at all. I was always the weakest of my teams and before I consumed Kaguya and absorbed many of her powers I was really no one that could stand next to you, much less provide you with a challenge." Sakura chuckled darkly before scraping her teeth over the pad of her thumb and tasting the rice there.
Madara watched her closely before speaking. "And yet you're here now. I don't think that could have been accomplished if you were as pathetic as you believed yourself to be."
Sakura bit back the shiver that wanted to shake her body when she remembered why and how she was the one-the only one- to survive the battle at the end. She wasn't worth it. That Madara hadn't spared her a second glance after running her through with his sword and Kaguya had invested all her attentions into combating the two boys who sealed her with their lives.
She flinched when she felt his hand on her shoulder and blinked wide, looking up at how close he suddenly was. "Hey," he said, leaning into her personal space. "How about a wager then?"
"What are you talking about?" Sakura asked, suddenly suspicious of the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You can use that impressive strength in our spar."
The way he spoke somehow made her think of a memory so far back, of when he found her breaking rocks and clearing rubble with her own bare hands. He had asked her years later, after knowing about Kaguya, if that was something the rabbit goddess had given her as well. Madara knew that her strength was hers through and through, owing none of it to the other entity that lived inside her. So far he was the only one who knew about that distinction.
"…And no weapons?"
Madara's grain stretched thin and a little panic showed in his eyes. "S-sure."
Sakura watched as he set the giant red fan aside and jogged over to the opposite end of the clearing. Sakura followed him there and the two took their positions opposite each other.
"Let's just try not to destroy too much of the field, okay? I don't want the whole of the Uchiha force coming out here to see me getting my butt kicked."
"Of course," Sakura chuckled. "I'm sure that's not what they want to see when they go looking for the clean head, eh?"
"Don't tease me."
"Then start!"
At Sakura's cry the two lunged for each other and it was blur after that. It wasn't a long spar, but they were blurs of arms and bodies and smeared motions that hit and dodged and wove together a dance of pain and struggle. Sakura felt herself take a bit of a beating because she wasn't as fast as the Uchiha, but his skill was not what it was when she fought him in her world, this Madara and that Madara were two completely different entities, and the one in front of her was only eighteen and just a little bit better than her with all her training and experience.
Sakura's hits counted for a lot more though, even with her filtering barely any chakra into each hit. She didn't want to blow his arm clean off, but she did make it a point to scare him by kicking at the ground under his feet and splitting it open to send him off balance. She saw real fear in his eyes and even though he had been winning, she charged bravely forward into that opening.
For a span of time Madara was on the defensive and it made Sakura's heart soar to see that he was trying and seriously putting in the effort to beat her, but she was able to hold her own. She wasn't folding over after the first punch or having to rely on Kaguya's powers this time. She move with the training and speed she had personally honed over the years and it was Tsunade's fighting style she slipped into when she could.
But it wasn't a fight to the death and neither of them were desperate enough to pour that much of themselves into it, so before the half hour was up they were collapsing together in the midst of their rubble. Madara's hand was wrapped around her throat but her heel was on his chest, ready to kick him off.
"I think…" he panted, "you broke one of my ribs."
Sakura coughed and winced. "I can fix that."
"Please," he asked on a tired note, dropping his hand from her throat and moving back.
Sakura chuckled and followed him to a jutting hunk of earth he leaned against. She instructed him to pull down the folds of his yukata and show her where it hurt. There was an ugly bruise already forming around his ribs that made her wince. Her chakra was quick to respond though and she didn't hesitate to pour it into the injury.
"That actually feels really nice. You ever have anyone just come to you asking for some of that for no reason?" Madara murmured, closing his eyes and letting her chakra wash over his wounds.
"The opposite, actually. I had to hunt down some of my teammates when they were in need. Some of them were really stubborn about it too. A lot of men don't like being vulnerable."
"I can understand that in general," Madara grunted. He looked down at where her hands hovered just over his flesh, changing the color from ugly blue and purple to soft tan. "But this…this is nice. Maybe because it's you."
Sakura chuckled. "You're trying to flatter me because you don't want this happening again, is that it?"
He spared her a look over his arm as she worked on his ribs. "Can it be flattery if you mean it? Like yes, I don't want it happening again, but I mean it. I can feel your chakra in my bones and it's…warm."
"Usually people don't like other's chakra in their systems. I've been told it unnerves them too much to see me for these sorts of things. That or it's itchy. You should have seen some of the people I treat. You would think I'm torturing them."
He huffed loudly. "They're spoiled. Who the hell would complain about having their injuries erased?"
Sakura was holding back a chuckle when she heard the footsteps behind her. Madara didn't stiffen when he heard the approaching bodies but she knew the moment he saw them, because his body relaxed a little more.
"Oi, what are you doing out so early, your majesty?" Madara teased. "I thought you needed more beauty sleep."
"Shut up," hissed Izuna. He walked with a slight hunch and his eyes were nearly shut as he clung to the shadowed parts of the trail. "You're too loud and it's too bright."
Madara snickered. "The prince should learn to hold his drink better."
Sakura glanced back over her shoulder and winced at the sight of the younger Uchiha brother in his infamous hungover state. He really needed to stop trying to keep up with his brother. They were siblings, but Madara was the only one with an inhuman tolerance for drink.
"I'll be right with you Izuna. Just hang on a second longer while I finish fusing the bones back together in your brother." She turned back to look up at Madara. "It's not bad, just a hairline fracture."
"But it feels like I'm dying," he mockingly whined. "You need to heal me all the way!"
Sakura rolled her eyes. "That would take too long. I'm stimulating the natural healing process so your body does it for you over the next few days. I'll check on it in the morning." She stood and turned to the younger brother who was leaning against a tree with the saddest expression on his face. "Let me see your head, Izuna."
He perked up at the sounds of her voice and reached for her when she was close, laying his hands over hers as she pouring more of her chakra into his irritated brain. His hangover started to abate right away and in a few moments it would be gone completely. Hangovers and broken bones were not the same thing.
"What were you doing out here?" Izuna asked around a yawn. "It's a mess."
"Training, just the regular kind."
Izuna snorted and then looked over her shoulder at his brother who was pulling the fronts of his robes closed again. "If this is what it looks like when it's just regular, then I would hate to see it when you two get serious."
Sakura chuckled. "You've seen me serious, and you've seen your brother serious far more often I bet. I'm sure you could imagine the rest. You're nearly done."
"You should invite me next time," Izuna said, sighing into the last dregs of her chakra as she pulled her hands from his head.
Sakura snorted. "Not if you're as hungover as you were. Honestly, you should be more careful about that. One day you might get real sick from alcohol poisoning."
"Ah, but you'll be there, right?"
"Don't jinx it," she scolded, flicking his nose as she turned to head back to Madara.
When she looked back she saw he was frowning and holding his nose where she had flicked him. She mouthed the words 'big baby' over her shoulder at him and then hid her smile when she saw his flush spread further and darker across his face. He was so easy to tease, even after all these years.
Madara grinned at his younger brother but hid his smile by bowing his head and letting his hair obscure the details of his features. Sakura didn't miss this though. "We should be getting back. There are still talks to have and we will be seeing the Aburame clan off this afternoon. Izuna, I'll need your help with that. Kami knows how you managed to charm your way into their hearts with all those layers."
"As if that had anything to do with being charming," Izuna shot back. "You're just gruff and stupid, not to mention dense. I would hate to see what you would do if I wasn't there to fix everything up for you. You'd be a mess."
Sakura remembered in that moment that the other Madara, the one that nearly killed her, hadn't had an Izuna to help and support him. Maybe Izuna was the difference that changed the fate of history's most powerful Uchiha after all. She had seen an Uchiha who had lost all his brothers and had to build and lead a clan without that support. Hashirama always had Tobirama, but in this world he had two more siblings.
"I have duties to see to as well," Sakura said, walking off ahead of them.
With a backwards wave she dismissed herself while allowing the brothers to trek back to the clan houses on their own, apart from her. If they arrived together there would be more talk than there was already. She didn't mind it much, but she knew both males still had their reputations they needed to worry about. Izuna was pretty enough that any girl would break their neck just to get a second look at him (same as with Sasuke) and Madara was clan head, so it wasn't a serious concern, but still a concern she held onto.
Izuna waiting beside his brother while Madara adjusted his yukata again after noticing he had done it sloppily the first time. He grumbled about it too, complaining about having to wear it in the first place when it was still so hot out.
"You're just hot because you were running around out here playing with Sakura," Izuna grumbled. His lids were partly lowered as he stared over at his brother's messy efforts with a look of princely disgust.
"You're just jealous because it wasn't you out here. If you weren't such a lightweight or a sissy you might have actually been here too. Don't give me that look."
"What look?" Izuna mocked, still staring at Madara like he was a piece of dirt on his sandal.
"That look." Madara reached up to poke his brother's forehead but Izuna bat his hand away easily and glared.
"Don't tease me." Izuna huffed and started to walk off ahead of his brother but went slowly enough so that Madara could easily catch up. "If you're mean to me I won't tell you what we got from the Senju."
Madara jogged up alongside his brother. "Summons?"
Izuna snorted in a manner that was atypical for his manners. "Guess for who."
Madara couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Please tell me we got this today and not last week. If they're asking for Sakura she deserves to know. It's likely about the infrastructure of the village. She's one of three people who can produce the Moukon. They'll need that for the buildings and homes."
"Yeah, but they just invited her. And we already discussed this together, how we agreed that building all the houses for all the people would defeat the purpose and take away construction jobs that we would want to foster. They're not supposed to do everything overnight so they can make do with just the two of them for another day." Izuna reached into his robes and pulled out the small roll of paper. "It came yesterday, by the way."
"You're a brat when it comes to Sakura, you know that?" Madara laughed, reaching for the summons. "It's not like they're going to keep her forever. Plus she's been with us for weeks already."
"And she's been missing for years, so I'm allowed to complain as much as I please."
"No one could stop you from complaining, brat," Madara laughed.
It hurt to see the lands of her childhood once more. It was her village hidden in the leaves even if the monuments weren't there and the faces weren't carved into the mountains. The Homage tower hadn't been built yet either, but she could see where it would go once they started to dig in.
"This all used to be an empty field," Kawarama told her when he caught her staring. "We've been growing a forest for lumber and we started with a few buildings already, like where we want different boundaries to be. Ah, and Tobirama said he would help us divert the river a bit better because it's too wide at the mouth. But what do you think?"
"We're really doing this?" Sakura breathed, feeling tears in her eyes.
"Yeah," Kawarama said, watching her oddly. "You okay?"
Sakura laughed and it sounded wet. "You know how big of a deal this is?"
"I guess? There are villages though. It's not like we're the first or anything."
"There are villages, but not like this. There are merchant villages and cities around the daimyos, but this is a village we built for peace using hands that have been bleeding and breaking bones for generations. This is the first step away from a cycle of death and war. People from different creeds and clans and families will come together not for the sake of blood, but because of something greater than themselves."
"Hashirama said something like that but I didn't get it."
Sakura looked down at the youngest Senju brother and knelt down beside him to tug him closer. He fell into he hug easily and kissed the side of her head. She felt his hand patting down her hair a moment later and hummed in appreciation.
"This is going to be our village where we come together for the sake of peace, for the sake of our children and the future. We will grow and become stronger together, not nearly to survive in this world, but because we will have something to protect. It'll change the way all those babies in the Uchiha clan are raised."
"Is that what the will of fire is?"
Sakura looked up at Kawarama and blinked when he reached down to push away the stray hairs that had fallen in front of her face. "It's a will that doesn't break, but burns brightly in our hearts. It's the will to deviate from surviving to thriving. It's the will to fight once more, but not because we have to in order to make it, but because we have something to protect. You're something I want to protect."
"Am I your will of fire?"
Sakura laughed and reached up to kiss his nose. "Yes, and so are your brothers and the Uchiha and the people in the garden. They're all my will of fire. I will protect you no matter what."
Kawarama hummed and a small smile spread across his face. "I like you better when you're happy like this. It's better than when you let the monsters eat you in your dreams."
Sakura remembered what he was talking about, right after she had pulled him back out of the void and cocooned him in the tree where she slept for a month afterwards. He had seen the nightmare where the monsters came to eat her each night, the nightmare where she let them because she hadn't cared in that moment if she lived or died.
It was sad to admit it, but back then her will of fire hadn't been anything more than an ember. What would Naruto have said if he had seen her then.
"I like myself better when I'm like this too. Thank you for helping me and being patient with me." Sakura stood and then flicked his forehead before turning to look back at the unmade village. "So, where do you want another forest?"
Two months later and five additional clans later, the Village Hidden in the Leaves was given her name by Madara Uchiha. The Ino-Shika-Cho trio of clans came in along with the Aburame, and the Uzamaki.
Sakura knew that the invitations to the other clans wouldn't be lost though. With what they had going for them she doubted anything short of a god could stop them. For those months Kaguya was unusually silent and Sakura almost forgot about the goddess.
Almost.
The Hyuga clan, for example, was not what Sakura thought it would be.
AN:I know it's been a while since the last update, but what can I say? I actually hadn't realized it had been so long until I looked at the calendar and saw for myself. Yikes. That went fast.
I'm trying to get a better idea of how to move and progress this narrative from point A to point B, and so this is a chapter that might feel a little sparse. I'm not entirely happy with it myself, but I know I'm moving in the right direction...just...eh.
Life is busy and that's not new, but here you go. Can't promise I'll update next week or the week after that. I'm trying my best guys, thank you for the encouragement. I'll get to this story when I get to it.
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