Welcome To Adulthood

by GetReadyForAwesome

Slowly, her love for the unachievable Fang the Sniper waned "Oh my gosh." Espio gulped sickeningly, covering his eyes with hands."I want his kids! I want his house! I want his friends! I want his everything!" I will not waste my last breath on a miserable whelp like you No lemons, no limes, guaranteed

2. He Deserves Her

I DO NOT OWN ANY SONIC CHARACTER. THEY ARE PROPERTY OF SEGA AND ARCHIE, ONLY THE OCs ARE MINE.
Welcome to Chapter 2, and thanks for all reviews. Enjoy.

Also: It will take me a long time to upload around 29 chapters, especially since the timeline I have for me is very busy, so I will try to get it in. So piece by piece, when I get the chance to, you guys will slowly get your reading entertainment. Some mature content, that's not sex, is in here.

Chapter 2: He Deserves Her

The news came swiftly inside the little hut deep within the jungle. Two sets of feet pounded across the lush grass as they pushed their way across the village, hand in hand. Eventually, they made their way to the biggest hut in the village, where three men sat vigil.

The first man was a king, adorned in red and white cloth, a red headband with a black jewel on top of his head. Red paint adorned his arms, white paint circled around his beak. His face spoke that he was obviously not from anywhere around there, and that he was diligent in many affairs. His old eyes gleamed with clarity and wisdom.

The second man was dressed in a gray and blue kimono, his eyes beaming with calmness and collectfulness as he watched the youngsters approach. He may be old school, but it was obvious that he had concealed weapons within the sleeves and flaps of his outfit. He wore blue flip flops and a gray and black cap on his head.

The third man was covered in scars, but dressed loosely. He wore gray shorts and a periwinkle, open jacket with no shirt on underneath. His golden hair flowed, and he wore a cloth headband around his head as well as his white scarf. He wore gray moccassins on his feet. His eyes glew with sanity, clarity, and sureness.
They turned around to see the young couple running in there, panting, ready to spill the best song for the ear.

"I am pregnant!" shouted the woman. She was a stout looking gorilla dressed in a green crop top, a green headwrap and skirt, and a big, red jewel embellished on her bellybutton. She was a very calm and proud woman, carrying her father's wisdom on her shoulders, and in her heart, and she was a wise and kind ruler, like her father before her, and many looked up to her as they did he.

The man was a green crocodile with yellow eyes, who wore black, open robes, black pants, a red sash for a belt, a gold necklace, and black sandals. He had evolved to be a better man than when he was younger, becoming more skilled in the process. A smile graced his lips as he pressed his hand upon the brown gorilla's stomach. Two of the men smiled, but the other decided that he had something to say about this outburst.

"Why must you make racket in this sacred place?" snapped the man with the scars. "Farris, easy." stated the man in the blue kimono, placing his hand on the other man's shoulders.

Farris was a man carved in scars from head to toe from previous battles with familiar victims. He used to be a mad serial killer named Flying Frog, who had changed his ways for one woman. Not his teammates, not his wife, not his children, Fiona.

Fiona and Flying Frog had shared so much together that it was damning for her to leave him for Scourge, but he took some things that he wouldn't allow Scourge to ever have-her love and her virginity.

Their love, which was stronger than that a thousand braided ropes, became Tamara's inspiration, but the scar her father had placed was a reminder on how quickly things can change.

Flying had gained the first scar, a slash from his forehead down to his chest, from her father, Sergeant Simian. Flying had challenged Simian's authority, attacking his own comrades, nearly killing them all because he felt like they were of no use to him anymore. Until one day, he made a fatal mistake. He had attacked Simian with a knife, cutting the man a scar across the cheeks and nose of his face out of audacity Simian, fed up with Flying Frog's antics, decided to fight him, man on man. Now Flying knew that this was betrayal to the Destructix, and he knew that the ultimate price for his mutiny was death, but he didn't care. He still fought Simian, and lost, terribly.

He knew that he was going to die, but Simian spared him, stating that he had been loyal to the Destructix since the beginning, and asked him why he had gone rogue and attacked them. Flying only spit in his eye. Simian, enraged, picked up Flying Frog, ready to strike him dead, but instead, gave him a reminder he shall soon not forget, a scar. The only thing that saved him from certain death was faithfulness when he was younger, Simian's mercy, and the fact that it would be mutiny for Lightning and Predator Hawk to react themselves against him.

Mutiny was one of the laws of the Destructix, in which Tamara had erased the harsh sentence, and replaced it with banishment instead. She never could understand why the Destructix had set up such laws until Draco.

Draco was the son of Drago the Wolf, the worst traitor Mobius had ever seen. Drago had had several illegitamate children by several other women, and all of his kids were out for her and the Destructix's heads. All of them, but one-Nakaru.

Nakaru was a decent wolf, helping them in the time of need, even when his own half-brother killed him for it. Now they are safe, and now Tamara could share her love with Argyle, and now she could share something more with him-A child.

The three men in front of her, who were her godfathers that raised her after her father's passing, looked at her before smiling deeply.

The painted man stepped up to her and took her hand in his and spoke, "Your father would've been proud to hear this Tamara." Tamara bowed her head and smiled.

"I know." she said.

"And we know that the baby will grow up strong just like you, just like it's father, and just like it's grandfather." the kimonoed one smiled. He took her chin in his hand and smiled again. "Smile Darling, your child will be as beautiful and as strong as you." he said. "Thanks Lightning," Tamara replied. "May I tell the others?" "You may." Lightning replied.

Soon, Nikai, Cinnomin, Valiance, Nectarine, Jessica, and Lake had arrived at Tamara and Argyle's house to hear the great news.
When they had heard the news, they all jumped up and cheered for her, and then they began to speak.
"So, the new baby, will it be a girl or a boy?" asked Nikai the Bird, or Speedy's only son. He had a sister, but not even Nikai knows her whereabouts, and Valiance is his only other sibling. A half-sibling in fact.

"It's too early to tell yet." Tamara giggled. "How do you know?" asked Valiance in paranoia. "I haven't had a period in two months." Tamara replied blandly. "But how do I know that you didn't just will your period to stop?" Valiance asked again.

Valiance had might as well of just shaved off his own feathers in front of everybody from the looks they gave him. Yep, that was Valiance alright.

Valiance the Canary was something else. He was a creation, just like Shadow, but given far less sense than most. Well, when you do create somebody, they tend to grow their own personality, for you can only will their physical appearance, not their mentality.

His personality was usually calm, but since he had been employed to be Nectarine's eternal, never-aging guardian, he's paranoid of even the smallest things, and a strong believer in conspiracies (He one time smashed a butterfly that landed on Nectarine, believing that it was conspiring to poison her in her sleep), and he's a tad bit of a handful when fought.

He was made with Techna the Canary's, Predator Hawk's, and Speedy's genes. Reason: Predator Hawk was heartbroken when Techna fell in love with someone else, so he stole blood from her and made "their child" mainly in her image.

"Women cannot will these things to stop." Cinnomin added. "But how do I know that she's not just trying to kill Princess Nectarine?" Valiance sweated.
"If I wanted to kill Nectarine, don't you think that I would've done it by now?" Tamara chided. "No," Valiance answered. "You may have been using this as a way to get close enough to kill her."

Tamara and the rest sighed, as they knew that this was no use. Eventually, Valiance would have a panic attack, and Nectarine, his wife, would have to calm him down.

"Have you heard from the Chaotix?" Lake asked, breaking the silence. "Uh, no, and frankly, why should I care?" Argyle glared. "I don't know, I was just trying to break the ice." Lake answered. "Well that was some way to break it." Flying hummed in annoyance.

Everybody knew that the Chaotix were evil. Argyle was Butter, Belinda, and Gavin's bitch. He was humiliated countless times by them. They would make him streak naked across the street for fun, beat him bloody, or make him wear girl clothes to the next fight. The Chaotix made sure Argyle's life was hell for him every day until someone (Namely Team Adventure (Treetrunks and Scar)) put their foot down hard and screamed, "Enough!"

Now he was in better care-Tamara's. Argyle deserved someone as kind and caring as Tamara. She was nothing like Butter, a shitsmear to Cream's good name, who forced intercourse on Argyle, who cheated on him, in front of his very own eyes, with Gavin, who was just the complete opposite of Tamara. And Tamara worked her damndest to erase some of the scars Butter, Gavin, and Belinda had given him.

Belinda was the team hellion beside Gavin. Belinda the Bee was Charmy's daughter, and Gavin was Espio's son. Like Butter, they were the worst of the worst. Belinda was a spoiled brat who threw tantrums and snuck out if she didn't get her way, and Gavin was more of an aggrivation than anything. It didn't help that he was a ninja either. He favored beating Argyle, and Belinda loved to dish out demeaning tasks to the crocodile. That was their favorite pasttime alongside robbing banks and aging their parents prematurely. And let's not forget how Gavin says Chi-yah after every sentence either. Annoying.

"The Chaotix have really let themselves go," Argyle explained, regaining his calm composure. "With our own father's at each others necks and Cream death, there's nobody to keep Butter, Gavin, and Belinda in line." "They have tried, but failed." Flying stated. "I know, and I know everybody else had tried to stop them too, shifting the Chaotix and Destructix back into hatred with each other." Argyle almost sobbed. "No you didn't," Nikai stated. "What the Chaotix does interests me about as much as dogshit on the side of the road. The Destructix only got involved because of you. Everybody knew that you were their little ass-licker servant. You were too nice for them. They never deserved you."

"True," Argyle nodded. "But what about my dad?" "Forgive me," Predator added. "But he doesn't deserve you either." "The Chaotix can't be all that bad," Lake blinked. "If it wasn't for Espio, dad would be dead."

Lightning nodded and said, "That was a different time though son, things are a whole lot different now. People are not as they used to be when you were younger." "But still, maybe there was some genuine good in them afterall." Lake replied.

Lightning patted him on the back of the head and said, "Yes, there was. And there was a time when your father was the most despicable man on Mobius. Things have changed drastically since I was younger. Tables have turned."

"I just don't understand how someone so good can become so despisable." Lake stated. "Sometimes good eggs go bad." Predator replied. "And sometimes you have to throw out the old eggs to get new ones." Flying added. "Like Nack did?" Nectarine signed. Valiance translated for her. "Like Nack did." Lightning repeated with a sigh. Everybody knew the story of Nack.

When Nack was younger, he was a member of the I'm A Traitorous Dick Squad. Eventually he fell in love with Ayana the Polar Bear, Bark the Polar Bear's identical twin sister, who helped set him on the right path. When she left, Nack, although heartbroken, decided to honor the memory of their love by personally seeking out Sonic, but he made it to the point he could get Sonic alone.

He pretended to hunt him down for the Winner Lives To Tell All showdown (It's not like Nack could walk up to Freedom Fighters HQ, knock on the door, and politely ask, "Is Sonic home?" without getting his face beat in by the others), and managed to get Sonic out in the wilderness, where Nack revealed his true intentions.
From there, Nack's life got better and Sonic's life went to hell in a handbasket. Tails left him, then came back, the two made up. He had to arrest Antoine, Sally turned into King Bitch, I mean, King Max, Rotor left the team, Espio got his sister pregnant, and then he caught Tails making love to his wife and divorced her, but lost the kids in a custody battle. That only scratched the surface. The same had applied with Jet, who Nack begged to come with him.

The story is, that eventually, after his teammates got fed up with his shit, Jet was on Sonic's doorstep begging him for help with Nack in tote behind him, asking Sonic to take on another "lost cause," like Sonic did for him. And so, the new Team Hero formed, but is now called, Team Recovery. The name fit perfectly for all three of them.

"But what about you guys," Argyle added. "What about the truce? Surely dad was reasonable enough to-" "No, he wasn't," Flying stated, cutting Argyle off. "We had to personally kick in the door and kick his ass before he would listen to us. We made a truce, and Espio was really the only one who honored it. He left Vector and joined the Destructix before he died, and now his son Gavin shames his name. At least his daughter Blink became a nurse and did something with herself. The other son was found dead in a ditch from overdose. But enough of us, we must continue our vigil for Chief Simian. Goodbye."

He left through the curtained door. "Goodbye Chieftess Tamara, Chief Argyle, take care." Lightning bowed before he dissappeared to sit vigil. "I guess I must leave abruptly then," Predator stated as if he was being mindcontrolled. "You take care of yourselves now, and Nectarine, watch her. Kill whoever tries to kill them and bring the perpetrator's heads to me. Make us proud. Bye." And he too, dissappeared.

Seven months later...

"I'm getting too old to play these games with you Vector." Flying Frog huffed. This was his sixth fight with Vector this week, and it wasn't like he had killed anybody. Yet.

"You have to pay for what you did!" Vector shouted, slamming Flying Frog into a tree. Flying grunted in pain, Vector had cracked a rib.

"What? What did I do?" Flying panted as he jumped out of the way, mailing seering pain throughout his body. "You know what you did!" Vector replied before groaning at the throbbing pain in his jaw from Flying's kick.

Flying then grabbed Vector with his tongue and yanked the brute down. "Honest to Spirits, I have no idea what I did wrong!" Flying lashed.
"Your son Fire and your other one, Melon, they were glaring at me today!" Vector shouted. Flying looked at Vector, almost ready to yank his own hair out. Was that all?

Vector punched Flying in the nose, breaking it, and then placed his foot on his throat, ending the fight. Flying glared and held his nose in pain.

"Why is it that you shit yourself everytime someone breathes the wrong way near you?" Flying spat both narratively and literally. "I know how this thing goes," Vector explained. "It starts out as something small and then gets bigger. And given the fact that you're a fucking serial killer, I won't take no chances with your sons."

"I put that life behind me," Flying glared. "So fuck off about that. Fredrick's in jail, so he can't harm you. And maybe my sons wouldn't glare at you if you were trying to find a fucking reason to accuse them of something everytime you cross eyes with each other."

"I'm not taking any chances with you." Vector hissed. "Be that way," Flying argued. "But leave me alone. I'm now gonna have to miss my godchild's babyshower because you decided to break my fucking nose!"

"You deserved it." was Vector's only response as he crossed his arms. "You know what," Flying yelled. "Fuck you! And stay the fuck away from my kids! You don't like 'em, don't get near 'em." "Well you stay the fuck away from Argyle you cuntfucker!" Vector sneered.

Flying Frog flipped off Vector and walked to the hospital, calling his teammates and telling them the news.

"I should beat his fucking ass!" cried Predator Hawk.
"I hope he dies in a car wreck!" screamed Lightning.
"Why is Vector so keen of fucking with my dad?" asked an outraged Cinnomin.
"Why dad? Why?" sobbed Argyle, audibly crying in the background.
"No! Fuck! Why should Vector be allowed to walk away scott-free? If I wasn't pregnant I'd break his fucking legs!" blazed Tamara.

Many more statements were made before Flying's cellphone died on him unexpectantly. "Shit!" he cursed. He smashed the phone against the hospital bedside, shattering it in two.

"Damn! Fuck!" raged Flying Frog.

When the nurse had arrived, his face was already pouring with blood that soaked his face and his clothes. She knew that he was angry and said, "Sir, you're going to need to calm down so that way we can fix you up for surgery."

Flying looked up at the nurse, which was a light blue chameleon with green eyes and a familiar face. Espio's face. "Espio?" asked Flying towards the nurse. The nurse blinked at him and replied, "I am Nurse Blink. I remember you from somewhere?" "Farris Hawanya," Flying replied, immediately grasping ahold of his temper. "I knew your father once."

"I remember," she replied. "You were that crazy guy with the smile and goggles." Flying blushed and replied, "Oh, well, now I have that problem fixed. You have nothing to fear now child, if you are afraid."

"I am the daughter of a ninja. I have nothing to fear, but you do me, as I hold your life in my hands." Blink stated as calm as her father would. "Perhaps I do," Flying rubbed his chin. "But I have to ask of you, would you really cut my life short on my godchild's baby shower?"

Blink's eyes lit up as she squealed, "Ooh! Babies! I love little babies! I'll get you in the operating room fast if you promise to send me a picture!" "It's a deal!" Flying shouted, and immediately, he was in the operating room.

When he had made a recovery hours later, he asked Blink for her phone, which she gave him. "Thank you." he replied to her as he dialed his friends and told them the news. He handed her back her phone and said, "You better stick true to your word, I put your surgery ahead of a dying heart patient in case you didn't know, or else I'll lose my job and live in your house with my kids." Flying giggled thinking that she was just joking, but the seriousness on her face said otherwise.

After a moment of awkward silence, Flying nodded, and then was off. He called in for a rental car, which was delivered, and he decided to drive it, despite the nurses warnings. He drove and drove, but soon he found himself floating off to sleep, then with the jerk of the wheel he- Screech!

Meanwhile...

Where is he? wondered Cinnomin. He said he was on his way, but where was he? Even Lightning and Predator Hawk looked worried themselves. She could hear thier voices flittering urgently to one another. Lake had told her that it was nighttime.

"Maybe the hospital is keeping him overnight?" Nikai consoled. Cinnomin wished he was correct, but deep in her heart, she felt that something was wrong. Very wrong.

Then suddenly, it happened. There was a pool of fluid right where Tamara was standing. She clutched her stomach and whimpered. "It's time." she panted. "It's time!" Argyle wailed. Everybody jumped to their feet, Predator and Lightning were scuffling in. "Take her to the hospital!" Predator commanded. And they did, as Tamara moaned and grunted in pain.

When they had arrived at the hospital, Tamara had already dialated enough to push.

"Daddy! Argyle!" she screamed as the contractions got harder and harder. Eventually, it came time to push.

Cinnomin and Nectarine could hear her yells of agony as she gave birth. Those two were thankful that they were not mammals.

After what seemed like an eternity of listening to Tamara's screams of agony, she gave out one final squal, and then, Awah! Awah!

Her son was born! Tamara nestled the little gorilla in her arms, marveling at his yellow eyes. She brushed the dampness from his face with her gigantic thumb as Argyle kissed his forehead. He was proud.

But, Cinnomin could not rejoice, and neither could Nectarine, as they had recieved the grave news: Flying Frog was dead.

Chapter Epilogue:

The funeral was somber and long. All of Flying Frog's children, family, and friends lined up with white roses to adorn his casket. Even Vector, his killer, was there.
You could look at him and tell that there was remorse in his eyes, but he hid the hollow feeling with a scowl. Charlotte the Frog, Flying Frog's wife, couldn't even look at him. The others either ignored or threatened him.

Vector knew that it was an accident. He was just humming along to the despicable thoughts in his head, thinking of how good it would be if Flying Frog just croaked, and then he saw the headlights. He had no idea that Flying was in that car. No idea.

Many people murmered to each other when he got there, and he was lucky they all didn't just kill him on the spot from all the dirty looks he was recieving.
He sat beside Flying Frog's mother and his uncle, and he knew very well that Flying's father was not allowed within a million feet of this place, but he never knew why. Tough life he guessed.

Then, he heard a Ukranian shout from Flying's uncle and Spanish from his mother. Everyone turned around and glared at him. Silas, Flying's younger brother, had a look of poison on his face.

Vector shouted a couple of sorries and begged for his life and everybody shot him one last glare and went back to grimacing. He didn't mean to kill Flying. Really, he didn't. His son deserved Tamara because the Destructix were the better men in the end.

What was the Chaotix? A bunch of dumb fucks that formed a team because they didn't wanna live with their parents? Afterall this time he thought that this would be his funeral with Flying being the remorseful one.

What a way to switch things up on him Fate. Vector, although, had to admit that he liked Flying way better than he did Espio. Espio was the sexaholicrex that never stopped screwing long enough to know what was going on around him, and he learned why Lightning hated him so much.

Espio had openly admitted that he tried to kill Lightning, just to see if he could do it. When Vector asked Espio why that thought would even cross his mind, he replied, and he quoted, "I caught wind that Sleuth was kidnapping foreign people to form a gang. In Japan, they have so many people, I could just cut his throat, drop him in the woods, and nobody'd ever miss him."

Well, Lightning managed to be a ninja himself, and that's what saved his life. Not entirely, as Espio had stabbed Lightning multiple times, but just enough ninja willpower coursed through Lightning's veins he would live.

Espio was trash. Espio was psychotic. Espio needed killed a long time ago, and Silver just did that job for them all. And then it dawned on him on why he hated Flying so much.

He didn't.

He may not have like what Flying did in his spare time, but when he did talk to Flying like they were friends, he was crazy, but wise. He was fun to be around and he should've became a standup comedian for all that his Engineering Degree was worth.

He just assumed that he had to hate the Destructix because they were bad guys and Espio had had a bad run in with Lightning. But still, now that he looks at Flying's body, it dawned on him that the real psychopath was sleeping down the hall of their old house, right next to Charmy. The friend he needed the most was laying dead in a coffin, probably spatting every curse he could think of right now in the afterlife.

He cried and whimpered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take back everything I've ever done to you." Vector wiped his eyes, and then he had a Blink-And-You'll-Miss-It moment. He could've swore that Flying had smiled at him.

Not a smile smile, but just a turn of the corners of his lips that was enough to tell that he did. He blinked back at the body, and then it looked as gloomy as the moment they had pulled him out of the car.

Flying had been crying when they pulled his corpse out of his vehicle; He didn't die immediately on impact. He probably suffered knowing that this was the end and that he'd never see his family again before he drew his last breath.

Vector cried some more and went to talk to Charlotte, when he found her whispering to Breath the Hawk, Predator Hawk's wife. He didn't want to know what they were saying about him.

"Vector says it was an accident," Charlotte stated. "But I say that Vector knew that he had broken Flying's nose, so he knew what would happen when Flying left." "I don't think that's what really happened." Breath replied. "Well, what do you think happened?" Charlotte replied defensively. "I think Flying fell asleep from the anastetics while driving and veered over into Vector's lane." Breath answered.

Charlotte gave deep thought to it, and then asked, as Lightning walked up to them, "Why didn't Flying ask any of us to pick him up?" "Nobody knows how to drive here." Lightning answered. "Well, you do have a point," Charlotte sniffed. "But it still pains me that Vector is here, silently mocking us all in the back of his head."
"I don't think he's doing that," Lightning answered. "He looks too hollow inside. Like dead hollow. I hate him as much as you do for what he did, but the bell is rung and he will be in my hell-, I mean, jail tomorrow. So let him feel guilty, it'll help with the torture for the next 30 years." Both women nodded.

Over on the other side of the room, Cinnomin was talking to her husband. "I feel so vulnurable now." Cinnomin stated. "Why?" Lake asked. "Dad was always protecting us, and now, he's gone." she explained. "I know, but-" Lake was cut off by the preacher who chimed, "In 5 minutes we will begin the service." Lake looked at Cinnomin, took her hand in his, and led them to their reserved seats.

Predator sat beside Lightning. "People were all the time saying, 'Your kids are dangerous because they're a product of you,' or something along the lines. At least he can get peace for that." Predator whispered to Lightning. "But who's there to give his kids peace?" Lightning replied.

Predator thought for a moment before he realized that his kids would never be left alone. Now all they'll hear is, "I'm happy your dad's dead," or, "I wish I could've been the one who ran over that monster," to, "Since that psycho's been removed as the problem, we'll rape his wife and daughter and murder his sons!"

Predator feared that last thought. And he knew that Flying was molested by his own father, who is still alive and actively trying to participate in his grankid's lives, so who's there to stop someone, namely him, from actually acting on the thought? He and Lightning can't be there to watch over them, and Cinnomin's a grown woman now.

Lake is strong and capable, afterall, he is the son of Lightning Byers, but he won't be there all the time around Cinnomin. Nectarine has to stay on Babylon with him, it wouldn't be long before he retired as king and gave the crown to her. Tamara's just had a new baby, and he doubted Cinnomin wanted to move back in with her mom.

Flying busted his own ass by the hour trying to protect his children and now he's dead. Because of Vector. All of his life's work not wasted in vain, but incomplete. Predator remembered when Flying looked upon the tadpoled body of Fredrick, his firstborn son, and declared, "I will protect you. I will protect all my children till the day I die!"

Well, he did, but Predator knew Flying meant old age, not car accident. But he did say that one day somebody would kill him. He said that it was inevitable for him. He saw this fulfilled phrophecy was inevitable, and boy was he right.

Lightning layed his hand on Predator's, jerking the hawk back into the real world. Predator flinched a little and looked into Lightning's eyes. Lightning said nothing, but that long, hard, lost look in his eyes meant that he had been listening, and he understood too. All they could do now was sit through the funeral, honor Flying Frog's memory, and try to get on with life.

End of Chapter 2

I am so sorry this chapter is so long. I try not to make it hard on y'all to read, and I know I lost some of your interest, but I'll try to make a better chapter next time. Thank you for reading and hanging on. See you next chapter.
Please note that next chapter will be a tad bit long, I'm adding an adventure into it.
And I know I demonized Espio and the line with the Japanese might be harrowing for some viewers, but I have all respects towards the Japanese culture (Who wouldn't, they gave us anime) and its people. If anyone is too offended I will take down the line.