HEXATIONS, VEXATIONS

"Victory!" Fuuko exclaimed, tossed the Play Station 4 controller to her side. She pumped her fists into the air before turning Tokiya who was sitting beside her on the floor Indian style.

On the couch, Kaoru Koganei jerked a little from his sleeping position, then slowly relaxed.

Fuuko kissed Tokiya on the cheek. "Your hitten mitsurugi ryu has gotten deadly, Battousai."

Mikagami smirked. "Not bad yourself, Sanosuke. You have more control of your zanbatou now than I've seen before."

Fuuko narrowed her eyes and reached for her controller again. "Ready for the next round? I wanna put this sick arsonist out of business." She nodded at the image of game's villain, Shishio, which was glaring back evilly from the screen.

Tokiya groaned and stopped her by snatching her hand in mid-air. "We have an hour before your dorm curfew. Don't you think we should put it to good use?" He started pressing kisses on her finger tips, on her palm, the back of her wrist, then up her arm.

Fuuko chuckled as the familiar bolts of electricity raced up her arm. She placed her hand on one side of his head and let it rest against her shoulder, putting a quick stop to his ministrations. "Tempting, but Kaoru's right here, asleep on the couch."

When Kaoru got admitted as a freshman Game Theory major at Tokyo University last semester, Tokiya decided to leave the dorm and share an apartment with him, as part of the unspoken big brother pledge to watch over the younger boy.

Tokiya started to say Kaoru wouldn't mind, but Fuuko pointed at Tokiya's laptop lying on top of one many books scattered on the floor. Both of them had been knee deep in reading assignments and writing papers for their respective classes when Fuuko insisted that they take a break by playing a level or two of Ruruoni Kenshin Unlimited. "Your essay for Intro to Political Philosophy is begging for attention. It's due first thing in the morning, remember?"

Tokiya groaned. "Why do you suddenly care about deadlines? What happened to your YOLO battlecry? "

Fuuko adjusted her sitting position into Indian style. "In case you haven't noticed, babe, I HAVE changed my ways since high school. I only party when all the work's done. Ownership, Responsibility, Accountability…" She started singing the Tokyo University hymn.

Tokiya's back straightened as he remembered a requirement for one of his general education classes this semester, musical studies. He placed an arm around Fuuko's shoulder and pulled her against his chest. "I have a favor to ask, Kirisawa. Don't you dare say no if you want me to show up at your next sorority function."

Fuuko raised a brow at him. "That's not asking for a favor. That's blackmail."

The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "What I need is a singer for my practicum in musical studies."

Fuuko nodded thoughtfully. "There are a few people I know from the conservatory. I think I can ask Mikara or Satsuki, depending on the genre though."

"No," Tokiya replied dismissively. "I want you."

Fuuko did a double take. "Me? Sing for you?"

"Yes, while I accompany you on the piano. I'm not a virtuoso, but I can play the required piece without any mistakes. Do you want to see it?" He reached for his backpack lying on the chair behind him and pulled out a clearbook. He showed her the music sheet. "This was my professor's first composition. It's called Odoru Nami."

Fuuko barely glanced at it. She threw him a look that was questioning his sanity. "But why me? You hate my singing." She huffed.

"Well, you have gotten better." He admitted, putting the clearbook down.

"Excuse me, I had it in me to begin with." She shot back defensively.

"If you insist." Tokiya backed down. He needed to be on her good side right now.

Back in March, two months after they had gotten together, Fuuko had been asked to be the vocalist of her sorority's all-girl band, a band that was formed in order to join the annual Tokyo University student organizations' battle of the bands competition which was part of the week-long celebration of the campus' 116th founding anniversary. Tokiya's reaction had been, "But in order to actually join a band, aren't you required to have … talent?" That comment cost him dearly. The price was waking up the next morning with globs of girly make up on his face while Kaoru laughed like a hyena.

Banishing the horrible memory from mind, he continued. "I want to skip the inconvenience of working with a stranger and paying them. The recital is in three weeks and this practicum makes up two-thirds of my final grade."

"Three wishes." She folded her arms and smiled cheekily. "T.v. marathon, all episodes of Giri/Haji."

He nodded. Easy. Crime mysteries were right up his alley. "Done."

Her smile stretched. "Cook me whatever I want for a week."

He sighed. She had the appetite of an elephant and the caprice of a prima donna, but he needed to pass this subject. "Done."

"Lastly, take me to the H20 concert next Friday. And pay for the tickets." She held out a hand. "Is it a deal?"

He didn't have a choice. "Deal, Kirisawa." He shook her hand firmly.

Tokiya and Fuuko got to work immediately. They met in between or after classes at one of the many practice rooms in the music department building, which was a fifteen minute walk for Fuuko who was coming from the Earth Sciences building. Tokiya, whose classes were mostly at the Political Science building next door, never went in without her. He would wait for her at the lobby or the sandwich bar with a hot tea bottle or if he wasn't coming from a class, he would make the trip to her building just to pick her up. If they weren't rehearsing at the university, they were at a small, quiet, obscure coffee shop a block away from the campus. The owner was the sister of Aoi, the lead guitarist in Fuuko's band and one of her sorority sisters. The café would not open till 11 in the morning, but Fuuko and Tokiya were given a free pass after they had gotten a go-signal from Aoi's sister. She kept a piano in a corner, and the couple would usually rehearse there an hour or so before it opened.

On their first rehearsal, Tokiya played the song's intro while Fuuko watched and listened, mesmerized.

She embraced his shoulders from behind as he sat on the piano stool. "Wow, Mi-chan."

His eyes twinkled. "You like it?"

She nodded and let out a sigh. "Honestly? It's very romantic. Where'd you learn to play like that?"

He wrapped an arm around her waist. "Some from my classes, and some through personal discovery."

"You're like a…. a prodigy. An inspired one at that."

"I could use more from my muse." Then he pulled her into his lap and kissed her.

Except for two modulations in the piece, Fuuko found the song relatively easy, but rehearsing with Tokiya wasn't. What did she expect? Her boyfriend was the textbook definition of a perfectionist. He was able to detect the smallest deviations whenever her artistic flair took over. "We have to stick to the piece." He'd remind her gently. She usually didn't mind corrections, it was all professional, but because she was naturally a free spirit, constant repetitions would eventually either bore or annoy her. One time, both of them got into a small argument about whether Fuuko should use falsetto or chest voice in hitting a particular note. Even though she had finally seen things his way, Tokiya still had to appease her with a massage (and a couple of kisses).

There were also fun days. Once, when Tokiya was explaining some measures in the score to her, he caught her lip syncing him and mimicking his gestures from her reflection on the wood of the piano. She gave him a sugary smile, but he grabbed her, sat her down on the piano bench and tickled her till she begged for mercy. Another time while he was resting, Fuuko tapped random rhythms on his back as she sang out loud.

A week later, they were wrapping up another rehearsal at the coffee shop. "I was thinking, you know, Mr. Nakamuro should have placed the crescendo here," Fuuko pointed to one portion of her music sheet. "instead of here." Her fingers drifted to a few measures before.

"I never thought of that. Quite interesting." Tokiya replied, looking over her shoulder.

Aoi then burst into the café, a huge grin on her face. "Fuuko! We got a gig!" she called out. Then, minding her manners, she bowed hastily. "Oh, excuse me. You were in the middle of rehearsing."

"We're actually done. Go on." Fuuko prodded.

"Twentieth Scholars' Convention at the Lotus Hotel. We play during the afternoon socials. You can bring Mikagami-sempai with you, of course." Aoi winked at her.

"When is this?" Fuuko asked.

"October 10, 2 p.m. Please say you're available." Aoi clasped her hands together as if she were praying for Fuuko's favor.

Fuuko thought for a second. "I'm not. That's Mi-chan's recital."

Aoi looked crestfallen.

Tokiya touched Fuuko's elbow. "The recital is at five o'clock. You can still attend this gig if you want."

Aoi pouted. "Please, Fuuko? My crush will be there. Please support me here."

After one hesitant look at Tokiya which was reciprocated with a nod of approval, Fuuko gave in. "Fine. But I need to be at the conservatory auditorium at 4 p.m. for Mi-chan's recital."

"Awesome! I'll make sure you get there right on time." Aoi clapped her hands. "Arigatou, Fuuko, and Mikagami-sempai. Please excuse me. I have to call the rest of the band. I hope they'll be available too."

"Will you come?" Fuuko asked Tokiya when Aoi left.

He kissed the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, but I have a meeting with the debate varsity. I'll just see you at the auditorium."

The audience burst into enthusiastic applause as Chiharu wrapped up the last song of the set with a series of complicated drum rolls. Despite getting off to a late start because the sound tech guy was meticulous with the technical rehearsal, the crowd was loving the ladies' performance. Of course it was a bonus that aside from being talented, all members of Adrenaline Rush were gorgeous.

Mizuki Hajime, president ofthe Sorority Circle of Tokyo University and a student of chemical engineering walked discretely to the stage and called their attention. "They want more, including my dean. He's asking you guys to play Valerie."

"Hold on. What time is it?" Fuuko asked, a little breathless. Because she was rushing to get to the event on time, she had forgotten to wear her watch.

Rumiko, the drummer, shrugged nonchalantly. "Early."

"You sure?" Fuuko frowned.

"Yes. Let's keep rocking this party!" Rumiko exclaimed. Without waiting for a reply, she started clicking her drumsticks together to start of the next song.

She'll have to take Rumiko's word for it. With a resigned sigh, Fuuko turned back to mic and the cheering crowd.

Forty minutes past five in the afternoon, Sayoko, the stage manager, looked at Mikagami worriedly while a student played the clarinet on stage. "You're up next, Tokiya. Any word from your singer yet?"

"I've called her phone a couple of times, but she's not picking up." Tokiya replied, a sigh torn on his lips. After countless hours spent rehearsing, it was highly unlikely that she would forget the recital, besides, she was just asking him if she could use the conservatory dressing room to change when they spoke on the phone this morning. "She's just late. Can you move us to the last performance?"

Sayoko nodded sympathetically. "Hai. I'll inform Matsumura-sensei and get his directive."

He won't be pleased. Mikagami thought, knowing that his professor who also happened to be the dean of the music department was a stickler for following the recital program to the last detail. Tokiya folded his arms and leaned against one of the posts backstage, feeling mixed emotions of worry and a tinge of exasperation. He was in a Catch 22 situation. His grade was on the line, and his girlfriend was nowhere to be found.

She'll make it. He consoled himself.

And failed. At 6 p.m., the program had ended but she had yet to show up.

"You are well aware that this practicum has a significant impact on your final grade." A displeased Mr. Matsumura told him as the audience filed for the auditorium exits.

Tokiya nodded. "I apologize, Matsumura-sama, but there must be a perfectly acceptable reason why she's not here. We have been working hard on your piece."

"I know. I heard you rehearsing when I was doing my rounds." The fifty year old man sighed resignedly. "But you have a point. Things happen that are beyond our control. Go find your girlfriend. I want to see you two in my office on Monday. We'll talk remedial then."

Mikagami left the building immediatgely and flagged down the first cab he saw, directing its driver to the Lotus Hotel. He tried her phone again but it was now out of coverage. Either her battery was drained,

Or she's in trouble. A voice said at the back of his head. Tokiya tried not to worry, after all, it was Fuuko Kirisawa we're talking about. She was a threat to offenders, not the other way around. The only plausible explanation that could account for her absence was that she left her phone somewhere and she was still performing on stage, having lost track of time.

Confirmed. He thought as he strode through the doors of the hotel's function hall and saw her on stage, belting out a rock song and whipping her head to the beat of the music. Except for the stage lights, the venue was dim. The carpeted floor was pounding from the audience gathered in front of the stage, jumping and screaming the lyrics with the band. The hall reeked of sweat, electricity, and energy.

At the back of the room, almost all of the tables were empty. Mikagami's sharp eye caught the glint of a chandelier swinging dangerously from seven meters away by the buffet table, and a mousy looking girl standing unsuspectingly under it. As the rock song reached a climax, the chandelier shook dangerously, and the laws of physics told him that any second now, it would fall on the girl.

With the skill and grace he had acquired in the past, he sprinted in her direction, jumped to the air and tackled her to the floor, covering her with her body with his and shielding her from the chandelier that crash landed on top of him instead. The loud sound of shattering glass pierced the air, commanding the attention of the hyped-up crowd and sending a wave of alarm and terror through the air. The band stopped playing abruptly and a sharp feedback from the mic cut through the speakers.

"Security! Get over here! We have an emergency." One of the professors standing nearby cried.

"Call an ambulance!" Another voice ordered.

Someone flipped the lights on as three more faculty members ran to Tokiya and the girl's aid. One of the political science scholars at the back recognized him. "Hey, it's Tokiya Mikagami, debate varsity captain!"

His name was whispered through the crowd till it reached Fuuko on stage. Seized with panic, she jumped off stage and made her way through the crowd. "Please let me through, he's my boyfriend." She pushed past several people until she reached his side. There was broken glass everywhere, but she didn't care. Some students had lifted up the big, broken chandelier and moved it away while the professors extracted Tokiya and the crying mousy girl from underneath. The girl was okay, still in a state of shock, but the same can't be said of the hero. Two students were holding a barely conscious Tokiya up, his arms draped around their shoulders. Blood was spilling from one side of his head.

"Mi-chan?!" She took the place of one the guys holding him up. "It's okay, I'm his girlfriend." She hastily explained. "Mi-chan, can you hear me? Talk to me." She placed a hand on his cheek and gave him a little shake.

"I can't move my leg." He forced the words out.

One of the professors approached them. "There's an ambulance waiting outside."

"Get him a stretcher!" One of the deans ordered.

In the ambulance, Fuuko held his hand as tears poured down her cheeks. "I'm so so sorry, babe. This is all my fault. I was caught up in the music and I just track of time. I am a very very bad girlfriend." She began bawling out loud.

"Fuuko? Just please shut up. I'm pissed at you." He said weakly.

She wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "Yeah, I know. I'm just so sorry, Mi-chan."

He shut his eyes as a fresh wave of pain shot up his leg.

The nurses at the hospital patched up the wound on Tokiya's head. By the time the doctor at the E.R. examined him, Tokiya was fully conscious. Kaoru had arrived and was trying to comfort a guilty Fuuko. The doctor said Tokiya had suffered a minor concussion and a sprained ankle. The concussion would leave in a day, but it would take two to three weeks for his sprained ankle to heal. After giving instructions on how to nurse the injuries, the doctor allowed him to go home and rest.

"Sorry, nee-chan. He said you should go back to your dorm. He wants to be alone." Kaoru told her as he joined her in the living room of their apartment. She had offered to watch over Tokiya that night.

"Okay." Fuuko sniffled, blowing her nose gently on a tissue. "Please tell him to call me when he's not mad anymore." She stood up from the couch.

"Just give him time to cool down, nee-chan. I don't think he'll stay mad at you for long. You want me to walk you to the dorm?" Kaoru offered.

"No. Keep him company. I'll be okay." She replied.

"Keep your spirits up, nee-chan." Kaoru gave her a warm hug and closed the door behind her.

Hey. How are you? Still mad? She texted him the next day.

We have an appointment with Mr. Matsumura tomorrow at 9. He replied.

Then we'll talk after? she texted back.

And received no answer.

Her heart almost jumped to her throat when he arrived at Mr. Matsumura's office. Fuuko was the first to arrive and when Mr. Matsumura walked in, he had his secretary send her in right away. Fuuko had just finished apologizing and explaining her side to the professor when his secretary notified him that Tokiya had arrived.

Mr. Matsumura acknowledged him as he entered. "Ah, Tokiya. I heard what happened from the other professors. You saved a life last weekend. Have a seat, young man."

Fuuko bit her lip. She was afraid to look at him, scared of what she would see.

Tokiya wordlessly limped to the seat across hers, on one crutch, his right foot covered in bandages, and she felt a pinch in her heart. He still somehow managed to fold himself gracefully into the chair.

"I already heard Ms. Kirisawa's side of the story, and I understand that she didn't do it on purpose. Personally, Mr. Mikagami, I'd like to give you your grade on a silver platter, but you know I'm a man of principles." Mr. Matsumura said. "The student handbook has certain by-laws I must implement as the dean. I have been contemplating on the situation and have reached a decision." He leaned forward from his seat. "As you know, all undergraduate classes will wrap up in three days. However, the graduate school, where I teach Composition, will cap off the semester next month. My composition class has another recital coming up. I want you and Ms. Kirisawa to perform there, in addition to a solo piano performance from you from any of the works of Chopin."

"Matsumura-sensei, I can barely play Chopin." Tokiya objected.

"You'll have a private tutor, some of the members of the elite Hokkaido Orchestra are here as visiting lecturers, and I've already arranged your lessons with the pianist. Ms. Kirisawa, I'm extending an invitation to you as well, if you want to further develop your skills, some of our voice teachers still have open slots in their schedule. Make the most of this opportunity."

"Thank you, Matsumura-sensei. I'll think about it." She replied.

"Very well. That's all. Can you two drop by Room 208 now? Introduce yourself to your tutor, Tokiya, and get a copy of your schedule from her. Miss Kirisawa, I would appreciate it if you gave her this." He handed her a heavy book with Mendelson scrawled in huge letters on the cover.

They said their goodbyes to the dean and left his office.

"Mi-chan, would you like to grab some dimsum later?" Fuuko started as they walked down the corridor, side by side.

They stopped outside Room 208. Piano music was playing from inside.

Tokiya finally met her gaze. She didn't do it on purpose. Mr. Matsumura's words came to mind. "Sure, babe." He said, allowing his defenses to fall.

Fuuko felt shivers rising on her arm. At least you know he still likes you.

Mikagami turned back to the door and knocked. The piano music stopped, followed by light footsteps heading towards them. The door opened, revealing –

"Miki?" Fuuko gasped, her eyes widening. "Miki of the Uruha. You're the tutor?"

Miki merely nodded at Fuuko. She was wearing an immaculate white dress with a plunging neckline, her red hair flowing seductively over her shoulders. Her eyes rested on Tokiya, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. "Come in. I've been expecting you, Tokiya Mikagami. Ohhh, what happened to your leg, though?"

"Hello, Miki." Tokiya said cordially, ignoring her question. If he was surprised, it didn't show.

"I need to find your copy of our schedule," Miki started, "then I'm all yours, Tokiya."

Fuuko felt a flash of jealousy, remembering that the redhead had the biggest crush on her boyfriend some four years ago.

"I'm sure my girlfriend would object." Tokiya placed an arm around her shoulder.

Ha! Take that, Miki. Fuuko felt like gloating.

Miki found out from a conversation with Joker after her concert in Switzerland that Tokiya and Fuuko were seeing each other, but that didn't stop her from continuing to flirt with the handsome ex-ensui wielder. As she chattered away about her concerts and tours, she picked up subtle signs of awkwardness emanating from the heartthrob and his girlfriend.

Time to stir trouble. Miki thought happily, reaching for her tote bag and taking out a small golden orb. As she handed Tokiya his schedule, she intentionally touched his hand, pressing the orb tighter and chanting silently, You are now bound to this irascibility you feel towards its cause.

Then, smiling inwardly, she let go.

Her boyfriend was cranky all week, but Fuuko chalked it up to his injury and him still not getting over her big blunder from last weekend. She was impressed by the amount of patience and self-control she had exercised in his presence and whenever she knew he and Miki were together. By the end of the week, she was determined to make amends once and for all.

"How's your ankle?" Fuuko asked, when she dropped by his apartment. Kaoru was out having dinner with friends.

"It's fine." He said, a little edge in his voice. He no longer used a crutch, but he still walked with a limp. He had been feeling edgy around her all week for some reason, but something else was keeping him from pushing her away completely.

Fuuko didn't miss the sharpness in his tone, but chose to ignore it. She took some bandages and oil out of her shoulder bag and pulled a floor pillow towards him. She sat down on the pillow, directly in front of him, where he was frowning on the couch. Then she reached for his injured leg and placed it gently on her lap.

"I said it's fine." He repeated, but did not move away.

"Let me work my magic and you'll feel better, trust me." She rolled one leg of his jeans up to his knee bone and carefully removed the bandages wrapped around his ankle. She rubbed her thumb soothingly over his ankle and when he didn't react, she added a little pressure to her touch. "Does that hurt?"

He tensed a little. "Tolerable."

"Okay, at least I know your pain threshold." She tied her hair in a loose ponytail and pushed it over one shoulder, leaving her nape exposed.

Tokiya felt a lump in his throat.

She then rubbed oil on her hands and then ran deep, gentle strokes up and down the length of his leg. He was unable to suppress a moan.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips.

As she continued to massage him, he relished her touch, and the bolts of electricity that shot through his body along with it. Sh*t. He thought, feeling himself hardening. It did not help that she was wearing a sexy black blouse under her denim jacket that showed some of her cleavage.

She started talking about the benefits of shiatsu massage and he forced his mind off the gutter. He leaned back into the couch, watching her intently. He barely heard a word, silently tracing the shape and details of her face in his mind as if he was seeing her for the first time.

After half an hour, she wrapped his ankle in new bandages. It was over too soon; he was more than a little disappointed.

"There. All done. How was my service?" She gave him an intimate smile that lit up her face and brought out the blueness in her eyes. His heart skipped a beat. He had not seen her smile so openly all week.

Reaching for her arm, he pulled her up to sit beside him. "You've never done this before. I appreciate it. Thank you."

"Of course you're welcome. But all things for the right price." She winked.

"How typical of you." He remarked.

She reached over and pinched his cheek, still laughing.

He moved closer to her on the couch, drawn by her voice. She linked her hands around his neck.

"I've missed you." She said, looking deeply into his eyes. She took one of his hands and pressed it against her cheek. "Even if we spend time together, it's not the same anymore. You're there but you're not really there, you know what I mean?"

As she leaned deeper into his touch, he felt something within him melting. The last remnant of annoyance that he had been wrestling with all week faded like a dying ember.

"I made a horrible mistake, but I didn't think it would take this long for you to forgive me completely. You don't know what it feels like, watching you slip through my fingers." A tear rolled down her cheek. "I miss you, I miss your sarcastic sense of humor, the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching, your subtle kindness, all of you."

He felt the rise of another emotion, the one fighting alongside the black mood binding him all week. The new emotion started building.

He used his free hand to brush away her tears. He hated that he was the cause of her tears, but from now on, he was going to make it right.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much pain." He said sincerely, pressing his forehead against hers. All of a sudden, whatever it was building inside of him washed over him like a strong tide.

Fuuko sniffled. "I forgive you, but you don't know what I went through the last two weeks, feeling like I've lost my best friend."

Then he knew exactly in that moment that he was certain of what he felt.

"All I know," He said, tucking away purple strands behind one ear. "is that I love you, Fuuko."

Her eyes widened. This was the first time he said it!

He closed the gap between their faces with a kiss, pouring out all of his remorse and longing into it. Tears of relief started to flow freely as she kissed him back.

"Please stop crying. It's quite pathetic." He teased as he pulled back slightly.

She smacked him on the arm. "I'm allowed to be sappy. You just said you loved me."

"What about you? Aren't you going to say anything?" He taunted.

"I love you, you son of a b*tch." She shot back.

He laughed. "Not how I imagined you would say it, but I deserved that."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Because you were an ogre all week."

He embraced her. "Sorry again. I don't know why I wasn't myself."

"Maybe Miki had you under a spell." She joked.

He rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead. "Anyway, it just shows that you really meant what you said. That you love me. It was all I needed to break the darkness."

She smiled at him. "Welcome back, babe."

"It's nice to be back." He said, pulling her back into his arms and resting his chin on top of her head.

Somewhere in the distance, a golden orb shattered to pieces.

Author's Notes:

And thus, this Phantom of the Opera-ish chapter comes to an end. Not as funny as the previous chapters, but still worth your while, I hope. This is as close as I can get to adding a supernatural element to the story.

Okay, so this chapter should've been longer. I planned to write Miki flirting with Mi-chan during private lessons and him pushing Fuuko away but I cannot stand that kind of torture. I love Tokiya to bits and I absolutely hate how I made him suffer and morph into an ogre in this chapter. I also hate making him and Fuuko fight, even if conflicts are a part of any relationship. I hate writing about third parties so I skipped a lot of Miki parts altogether. Haha.

By the way, just a random comment. I've been playing the piano since I was nine, that's why my pen name is G-cleft (just added the t for Tokiya, hahaha). I just rolled with it, let the musical side of me get inserted into this chapter.

It would be nice to be get a review though, even if my traffic stats show this fic has a good number of readers. Why so quiet, yo? Haha.

Take care y'all! See you in the next chapter. Oh, and this story might wrap up after the 9th chapter, not the 10th . Depends on if I decide to split the next chapter into two parts or not.

Bye!