To LottieRaven: First, I want to tell you that I will never grow tired of your compliments.
I am very proud to have managed to make you like the characters I imagined, and somehow I suppose it is even better if you can relate Dusk with one of your friends. It makes this character even more real, if I can say so.
Also, please do not worry, Mello and Near, as conflictual as they may appear, will end up realizing hate does not suit them so much.
I admit my plan was to include children gifted in arts, because I think we often forget that art is genius, and I wanted to remember that.
I will not say much, but indeed, Eve's description of the moon is very metaphorical and you are right in thinking that it matches L and Ray's relationship as much as it matches Mello and Near's. I put much thought into that metaphor, and I like it very much too.
I also think that you are right about L's way of thinking about prison. Sometimes it looks like L's mere body is prison to him. Everything could be considered prison to him, for he does not fit in this world. He does not fit in the world of emotions. What I like most about that character is that he is rotten to the core in some way, but remains perfectly innocent at the same time. That is why, I think, he cannot express his emotions correctly, because he knows what emotions are made of, and still he is not feeling them like any other person would. But maybe in this story, he will learn what it is to let his emotions show?
I am very glad you like the way I portrayed him because it is always a challenge to respect every character but I hope I did a great job with him. I also think he has a tragic story, probably similar to what you just mentioned, but I feel like trying to write his past in this story would be like 'violating' the mystery and appeal of this character (I know this is not very clear, but I hope you get my point), so I will not.
And once again, I promise your comments are never boring and it is always a feat to see that you left a review to share your thoughts, which are always very interesting. So please, indulge me and continue!

To nearlymellodramattic: I am very glad you like my OCs. I wanted to thank you for your fidelity, I must say I am happy to see that you stick with me through all of my stories.
As for my project of a Sebaciel fanfiction, I admit it is very far from accomplished, so you have time to get accustomed to the idea. Also, you are not obliged to like all my stories, you know? But deep down, I hope I can make you change your mind about this pairing, that would be a great achievement for me.
Once again, thank you for sticking with me, and I hope you will like what is to come.

Chapter 6: B

If Ray were to say which year of his life was the strangest of them all, he would definitely answer his fifth year in the Wammy's House. And this could be explained by three reasons.

First of all, after five years spent among the same twenty-five children, he had learnt to socialize and bare with them. And yet, as much as he tried, he had come to the conclusion that he could only remember twenty-four children out of twenty-five. Thus, there he was, investigating to try and find the twenty-fifth kid he had yet to meet.

Second of all, his fifth year was the year he finally had the chance — or rather the misfortune — to meet the mysterious unknown twenty-fifth child... and he wished he never did.

Third of all, after learning the feeling of friendliness and attachment, he discovered the most cruel feeling. Longing.

Indeed, L was never so absent than during Ray's fifth year. He would stay for one week and a half, and then vanish for two whole months.

While he would never admit it to anyone nor to himself for that matter, without those conversations in the kiosk, without those intent stares, without those cryptic words and those lingering touches...

...Without L, he felt uncomplete.

But one day, he was condemned to face his feelings in the most unexpected way.

For once, he was sitting in one of the loveseats of the common room, desperately trying to read his famous piece of Stendhal, when he was interrupted by a loud, sniffling noise right above him, that caused him to look up in annoyance.

The sly remark never left his lips when he saw who stood in front of him. A small, dark brown-haired boy was glancing down at him, with glassy eyes, filled with unleashed tears. He sighed deeply as he rested his book on his lap.

"Ache, what is it?" He asked sternly, his eyelids fluttering shut in an obvious display of weariness. He never really talked with A, but he knew him by reputation, and he knew that for that particular child, crying was something awfully common.

"T-This is... so s-sad." The fourteen-year-old child sputtered between sobs. "Y-You miss... someone, but... they... can't b-be... with you, and... you're... all... alone." He raised a hand to wipe at his nose.

Ray only frowned in confusion. "What are you talking about, Ache? I don't miss anyone."

And the child only gulped louder. "Y-Yes, you do! You're... lonely without... L."

R froze, his eyes slowly widening in bewilderment, unable to avert his gaze from the distraught kid.

"B-But you can't... do anything... about it." Ache's khaki eyes met his, and Ray was obliged to recognize that he never saw such emotional eyes. Those two orbs seemed to glow with compassion and sorrow, and R felt himself drowning into this abyss of the purest sincerity. "I-I'm so... s-sorry for you."

R was about to lay a soothing hand on the disturbed child's shoulder, but he was interrupted in his motion by the sight of a far-off black head. Hand frozen in mid-air, he startled, and without further warning, he circled A and rushed in the steps of the black disheveled hair. He followed the lean silhouette until the dormitories, but when he entered the corridor, it was empty.

Furrowing his eyebrows, the fourteen-year-old teenager walked towards L's door.

That's odd. L's door is not so close to the entry, so how the hell did he make it to his room so quickly?

He knocked ever so quietly, but no answer came out. He pushed the wooden door and restrained a gasp when he was faced with a blank, empty, dark bedroom.

I'm sure it was L. So, if he didn't go to his room, then...

Where is he?

This evening, Ray never found L. It was as if he had never been there in the first place.

It was only three months later that he finally uncovered this mystery.

It was a dull, white morning of winter, as the courtyard and the gardens were covered in a thick layer of snow, that he finally spotted L in the school cafeteria, sitting in the farthest corner of the room, at the opposite of his usual place.

Without further ado, Ray walked towards him with his breakfast plate and settled in front of the dark-haired boy.

"L," he began in a neutral tone, looking up at him from his scrambled eggs, "it's been quite some time. Where have you been?" He asked, yet without a single hope of getting an answer.

"Here and there, I suppose." The older student replied with an empty voice, not bothering to avert his gaze from what looked like a glass jar of some red jam.

R lowered his gaze to the strange item, arching a dubious eyebrow. "What's that?"

Then, the black head lifted and Ray could not help the frown that twisted his forehead when he met dark, but unexpected, disturbing eyes.

What's wrong with his eyes? Usually, they're more black, more hollow, more... soothing. But now, they look almost red.

"Strawberry jam," he answered, then reaching towards him, he added, "do you want some?"

"No, thank you." Ray denied the offer, his brows furrowing even deeper.

And the other man only shrugged at his refusal, instead diving his lean fingers into the jar, cupping some jam into his palm, and raised his red-pink fingers to his mouth, licking and chewing on the jelly substance loudly.

That odd display only raised more interrogations in Ray's mind.

L never eats with his hands, he always uses a spoon or a fork. What the hell is wrong with him?

As the last piece of strawberry was engulfed in the pale lips, the dark-haired pupil locked his gaze with his, and his mouth stretched into a toothy grin.

And that crossed the line Ray had mentally drawn. The fourteen-year-old boy reported his focus on his plate and attended to eat the last remnants of his breakfast in silence. A few minutes later, his plates, cups, and glass were all empty, and he stood, retrieving his platter.

"I've got to go." He said sternly without even sparing a glance at the white-dressed man in front of him. "I guess I'll see you in Psychology."

The man only smiled eerily in response.

Ray, shaking his head in disbelief, turned on his heels and headed towards the exit, lost in thought.

Something is wrong with L. I don't know where he had been lately, but something happened. And it certainly isn't something good.

With those morose ideas in mind, he went back to his dormitory to fetch his schoolbag and textbooks.

As he entered the Psychology class, though, he did not expect to witness such an odd sight.

L's chair was once again empty.

After a few words exchanged with K, the always overly-informed girl of the school, Ray was told that, as far as the other pupils knew, L was not present in the Wammy's House at the moment.

But R had not said his last word yet.

When the last class was finally over, he did not wait to go to the second floor, heading directly towards L's dormitory. He knocked on the door with a firm fist.

"L, I know you're here," he called, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Open the door."

"Enter," came the low, mechanical answer.

Without a second thought, Ray complied and pulled the door open. His eyebrows twitched imperceptibly when he was faced with a crouched figure on a wheel chair, fingers digging into a jam jar, a cup of black tea resting on the desk to the side.

"Ah, there you are, Ray." The dark-haired student acknowledged his presence, shooting a glance at the younger. "Perhaps you would care for some tea?" He reached to his cup, raising it in R's direction.

"Er, no, thank you." R frowned as he eyed the beverage suspiciously. "L, you look strange. Are you alright? Where have you been those last few weeks?"

He scanned the room with piercing, attentive chestnut eyes. Something was off with that bland bedroom, but he could not quite put his finger on it.

"I am quite alright." The detective replied emotionlessly, putting his cup down on the wooden table before him. "However, I would be even more alright should you accept to share a cup of tea with me."

A cold wind swirled around and caressed his cheeks icily, and R noticed that the window was wide open, on a Thursday evening, in the middle of winter. His brows furrowed madly.

Something is definitely wrong with him. Yet, I can't deny what's just before my eyes. This is L talking to me. But his insistence about me drinking tea... That's weird.
But I want to talk to him, so I don't have much of a choice, do I? It seems like he will not say a word before I've accepted to drink with him.
Anyway, if it's a trap of some kind, Wammy's buildings and grounds are monitored closely. Nothing can happen to me.

He sighed wearily, closing his eyes briefly, before looking straight at the man's dark eyes.

Well then, so be it.

"Fine, I'll have a cup of tea."

And the mad, blinding smile he received only confirmed his worries, but he took the cup he was given nonetheless, and sipped his tea warily. Sensing nothing unusual, he took another swig and gasped quietly when he felt a sting in the hollow of his neck. Ever so slowly, he looked down and his eyes widened in understanding.

A tiny dart was planted in his neck, in the skin right above his collarbone, a thin trail of blood flowing down on his shirt.

Soon enough, a deep fog overwhelmed his mind, his limbs became numb, the cup escaped from his grasp and shattered on the ground. As he managed to rise his hand half-way to his neck, his knees buckled under his weight and his eyelids fell shut just when his knees and elbows met the floor.

An high-pitched laugh reached his ears.

"Sleep well, Raito Yagami."

Eventually, black and blood were the only remainders of his previous conscious state, for after those, he felt nothing.

His eyes fluttered open, and consciousness assaulted him with a mighty headache and a chilling breeze.

When his vision finally cleared, he took no more than three seconds to fathom what situation he was currently in. Just a few feet away from him, a slouched figure he knew all too well, and yet completely different from what he was accustomed to, was bending over him, a wide grin plattered on a glowing white face.

He did not need to look down at himself to know that his wrists as well as his ankles were bound together with a tight, rough rope.

Restraining a groan, he lifted his head to peer at his attacker.

"I knew it." He rasped through gritted teeth just as he managed to prop himself up, leaning his back against what felt like a bedside. "You're not L."

The corners of the black-haired man's mouth stretched even more.

"I don't know how this is even possible, you look exactly like him. Same body, same clothes, same voice, but..." He hissed when he was pierced with a sharp pain in his neck, remembering of the tiny needle that picked him there. "There's something wrong with you." He said, his voice now devoid of any hesitation as his determined hazel eyes locked with dark orbs. "Those things," he pointed the jam jars with a disdainful tilt of his chin, "L would never eat that. And your eyes... they look almost red. They're black, but not like L's." And his own eyes narrowed at the foreign gleam that lighted the other student's onyx eyes. "Who are you?"

All the answer he got was a high-pitched cackle.

"So clever he is, little Raito Yagami, isn't he?" The voice that was posed and calm was now croaky and hushed. "No wonder L likes you so much." Venom was sipping from his every word.

"Who are you?" Ray repeated fiercely, his tone wary and cold.

"Never heard of me, did you?" The mad man beamed at him as he bent his head sideways, a long bony finger coming to rest on his lower lip. "I'd thought L would have told you about me. It would have served you well. Yet he didn't. I wonder why he didn't." He rambled, as if for himself, and then reporting his attention to R, "Do you know why he didn't?"

"I've no idea." Ray spat in response, his patience growing thin as well as his resistance to this particularly thick headache. "But please, humour me. Do tell me. Who the hell are you?"

"B."

The letter was latched out at him as if it were mere garbage, and something seemed to click in R's mind.

The twenty-fifth pupil. I couldn't manage to set my eyes on them.

I know all the others. Ache, Coal, Dusk, Eve...

All of them. Almost. I was so obsessed with finding L, that I didn't even think there could be someone else.

And I simply forgot the B. Of course.

Everything makes sense now.

I always seemed to see L. But that was not him, well not every time at least. I tend to see him quite often, but that's because he has a doppelgänger!

Damn it. How could I have been so blind?

"B?"

"Actually, I prefer B.B." B answered neutrally. "But that is merely personal consideration."

"Alright, B." Ray fought to keep his voice level, while hiding the slur and drowsiness that menaced to seep from it. "Why am I here? What do you want?"

Another humorless chuckle filled the empty room as the lean figure crouched before him, pale lips wide open on shining white teeth.

"That would be because you knocked on the door," the other boy retorted slyly.

"Yes, right," R managed to restrain a tired sigh, "let me rephrase my question. What do you want?"

"Oh, not much, really. Not much." The dark head raised to allow the bottomless eyes to wander over the ceiling as a livid thumb rose to rest on thin pursed lips. "I was merely wondering..." And the black eyes focused on him once more, an odd, threatening gleam akin to madness inhabited those deep orbs. "You seem to be quite different. And thus, I wonder..." A hand reached down into jeans pocket, returning with a sharp razor which blade reflected the moonlight gloomily, and Ray startled, inching backward almost imperceptibly.

"Is your blood different too?"

Before he had even time to register what was about to befall him, he felt an icy bit on the nape of his neck as the blade slid against his skin almost adoringly.

"I'm afraid..." He managed to utter between groans of pain. "My blood is... pretty much..." He could not help the growl that slipped through his lips as the razor pierced his flesh right above his collarbone. "Ordinary." He finished, exhausted by the effort he provided just to whisper those miserable words.

"Ah, but surely L would not settle for a genius boy within whom flow simple 'ordinary blood', now would he?" B purred into his ear, and the sound caused him to shiver in dread. "And so I will assure that your blood, as well as the rest of you, is special." As if to illustrate his statement, he leant forward and, tilting his head to the side in a rather catlike fashion, reached up to brush a lean finger across his neck, collecting the drops of blood that lay there.

Ray watched in horror as the blurred white figure raised his finger to his mouth and licked the dark substance.

"What in the hell are you doing?" He rasped, struggling to curl away from the deranged teenager in front of him.

"I told you already," B admonished him, offering a stern look as he kept on sucking on his fingertips. "I am assuring that your blood is special." Then, his black eyebrows drew together in a deep frown and he looked up pensively. "Bitter. Very bitter, indeed. Strange, for such a young blood. Yes, very, very strange." He flashed him a brilliant grin.

"However, perhaps..." The madman mused aloud, crimson eyes twinkling with an insane, fickle glow, before he looked down, caressing the spine of his razor blade with his index and middle fingers. "If I cut in other places..."

R's chestnut eyes widened in understanding, and unconsciously crept backwards, even though he knew he could not get further as he was already pushing against the bedside.

"The chest, maybe... No. The back." The ebony head shook frenetically. "No, no, no. Not the back. The thighs, perhaps... And what of the wrists?"

"What?" Ray croaked desperately. "Alright, you had your fun. You scared me, I admit it, now your little trick doesn't work anymore." He paused as he stared at the man, who was lost in the contemplation of his razor. "B? Do you hear me? Stop it. Now."

His words acted as a trigger, causing the older student to meet his gaze, thin lips curling up into a large, mad smirk. "Of course. The eyes..."

"What?" But R did not have time to ponder the other's intentions as the latter lunged at him, and he did not suppress the frightened cry that escaped his lips. "NO! Stop it, B! Stop—"

He closed his eyes in a desperate attempt at shielding them, and just as the blade was about to crush into his lids, a loud bang echoed in the blank room. Ray did not open his eyes right away, still unsure of the position of the razor, but as soon as a deep, monotone voice filled his ears, he let out a breath he did not know he was holding.

"B." The voice was rich, yet icy. "You will get away from Ray. This instant."

"Ah. L, the great and powerful, finally decided to make an appearance for the sake of his little, precious protégé. You arrive just on time. Very convenient." He heard the giggling voice of B, and at that precise moment, he realized it was nothing like L's low and steady voice that never failed to appease and bewitch him. B's voice, on the other hand, if he put enough attention to it, had an erratic, inconsistency to it which make it all the more estranged from L's posed and calm tone.

That realization was all he needed to make sure he was safe, and his lids fluttered open, looking up and locking with familiar onyx orbs that glowered in an eerie, dangerous way. Yet, as soon as his brown eyes met L's dark ones, the obsidian orbs softened and seem to wrap him in a reassuring cloak of peace and serenity.

"Indeed, like always, I appear to be right on time," L responded casually, as if talking to a mere waitress and not to a psychopath that had just been about to kill his fellow student, even though his black penetrating gaze never once left R's. "For that very reason, I expect you to move away from Ray and stand, very slowly."

"Ah." B sighed dramatically, a ghost of an amused smile on his blood-tainted lips. "You are such a kill-joy, L, do you know that?"

"So I have been told."

B burst out laughing under the bewildered eyes of L and Roger — whose presence R had not noticed yet — before he raised his hand high above his head and lowered it in one same movement. Ray blinked as the grim light reflected on the blade that descended upon him, and once again, he had no time to do anything but shut his eyes and curl up on himself.

"H!" L howled, his voice never so loud, so full of emotion that Ray had not the strength to try and decipher.

A few thumping and bumping noises echoed all around him, and eventually, everything stilled, and he dared open one eye. The sight that awaited him was surprising to say the least. The world's detective was glaring down at him, aghast, black eyes as big as saucers, hands clenched into fists. On his left, B was crushed, face to the ground as a blond, black-clad girl was straddling his hips, twisting his arms behind his back. Yet, the madman was still smiling.

"I should have known you would have called upon your little army." B drawled, his voice muffled by the parquet. "So well surrounded you are, L."

That seemed to pull L out of his torpor, and he relaxed his shoulders, his voice returning to its neutral, inhuman tone.

"Thank you, H." He said while still not averting his eyes from R. "Now Roger will take care that B is brought to an isolation cell, from which he will not be able to escape nor purchase the other students."

Roger threw an inquisitive glance at the oldest student, but he nodded nonetheless. "I suppose it's best that B is kept away from the other pupils for quite some time. H," the old man turned towards the blond girl, "will you please help me escort B to his room?"

In response, the girl straightened and stood on her feet in one swift motion, without releasing her grip on her prisoner, who she dragged with her towards the door unceremoniously, without a word nor a look at the other people in the room.

"Very well," Roger approved and as he was about to follow her steps, he glared at L from above his spectacles. "I shall go and make sure B is well taken care of. You will accompany R back to his dormitory and then go back to yours. Is that clear?"

"Strikingly clear." Came L's bland answer.

And two pairs of eyes watched as the tall, old man exited the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the clicking noise resounded, L turned to R, closing the distance between them. He reached out a hand, his face showing no trace whatsoever of any emotion he might have felt and that his voice had betrayed a few seconds earlier. Ray took the offered hand and let himself be drawn to his feet.

"Ray," L began solemnly, "I am afraid all my apologies would never be enough to make up for what you had to endure because of my over-confidence."

"It's all right, L," Ray shook his head, his eyes wandering on their intertwined hands, which he did not try to entangle. "I reckon B is the unstable type. You couldn't foresee what he was about to do."

L lowered his gaze to their still enlaced hands, so much it looked as if his eyelids had closed. "Actually, I could." He said quietly as he gave R's hand a small squeeze, before he let his fingers slowly slide from Ray's. "B was right. I should have warned you about those psychotic habits of his, for I knew that if he chose to assault someone in particular, he would choose you."

Ray frowned slightly as he watched L turn around, facing the moon, his silhouette looming in the window frame, the black of his disheveled hair and the white of his long-sleeved shirt merging to form one single hunched figure.

"Me? Why would he choose me of all people?"

L's shoulders dropped slightly. "Because B makes a point of targeting people most close to me."

The younger was glad they were both plunged in the dark, with L's back at him, for he would not appreciate the other man to see the undignified way his eyes had widened, nor how his hands were crossed by a light tremor.

"I see. So I am the closest person to you here, am I not?" He asked, even though his question sounded more like an assertion.

"Up to now, B never missed his target. Not once." L's voice was monotone, hollow. The dark-haired boy whirled on his heels, finally looking at Ray, his hands dug into his jeans pockets. "However, I will ensure this is the last time he hits the target. He will never win." His voice was now hard as marble, an ounce of finality and determination attached to it.

The detective took a few steps forward, standing just mere inches away from Ray, his black pools boring into him.

"It is time for you to go back to your dormitory, Ray," L said gently. "Once again, I want you to know that I am sorry for what befell upon you tonight. Unfortunately, B waited for me to be abroad, for he knew that getting to you would be easier then. I was not here to protect you, but from now on, I will make sure there is always someone here to look out for you."

"You will leave again?" R inquired, managing to keep the disappointment in his voice at bay.

"Yes."

"When?" He flinched at hearing the resentment and desperation in his own voice. "I mean, do you have another case to deal with?"

L tilted his head to the side, gnawing on his thumb nail as he peered at R curiously. "Not at the moment, no. But I can never predict when I will be called to solve another case. It could be tomorrow, next week, or in three months. For now, though, I am staying at Wammy's, so you can rest assured that no harm will come to you for the time being."

"I'm not afraid."

"Really?" He could see a dark brow arching in questioning.

"Yes. As long as I'm at Wammy's, he can't hurt me. There's always someone around. If it's not you, then it'll be the other students, or Roger and Watari. In any case, he can't do whatever he wants with all those people around, he's not free of his movements. He won't take the risk." Ray crossed his arms around his chest, as if to emphasise his speech. "He's nothing but a pale copy of you. I don't fear him."

L's hand fell from his mouth to return to its place in the pocket as the older boy averted his eyes to the floor.

"If I were you, I would be more wary." He objected, his voice suddenly grim and somber. "I will not underestimate B. He proved to me today that he is able to reach you, despite all the school guards and safeties. Thus I will not give him another opportunity to try and hurt you, Ray." He raised his head, his onyx eyes locking with brown, and they glinted with a powerful, foreign glow. "I will not take the risk."

Before the gravity of L's profound statement, Ray found himself at loss for words, so he settled for a simple, curt "All right."

Nodding in agreement, L started forward and brushed past him, his forearm caressing R's on its wake.

"Now come, Ray. I have to escort you back to your dormitory."

R followed L to the door without another word, yet daring a glance at the black-haired man as the latter stood aside to let him pass. The two treaded towards Room 18, their steps echoing loudly in the empty hallway. They came to a halt before the white bland door. Ray retrieved the little grey key he kept in his pants pocket and unlocked the door as silently as possible, letting the door creak open.

Then, he turned around.

"You didn't need to accompany me, you know," he whispered as he searched L's dark eyes. "I could have returned on my own."

"It has been quite a long time since I have last seen you," L answered even more quietly, his black orbs twinkling in a rather endearing way.

"Yes, but... What does it have to do with you accompanying me?" His brows quirked upwards, the only physical proof of his confusion.

"Nothing, nothing." L's voice was so low it almost sounded like a sigh. "Goodnight, Ray." He was about to turn away when Ray's hand shot up, seizing his in a fierce grip.

"Wait." Ray glanced down at his hand securely wrapped around L's, as if afraid it would slip away again. "Did you accompany me only to spend some time with me?"

"Why else would I bother crossing a dark corridor at midnight, I wonder?" L asked, and if Ray did not know him better, he would have swore he heard a hint of amusement in the baritone voice.

Ray could not suppress the genuine, discrete smile that tugged at his lips at this very moment. "Then perhaps in turn, I should lead you back to your room too." He teased, his fingers closing around L's almost possessively.

"That would be endless, not to mention completely foolish." L retorted emotionlessly, all trace of humour vanished.

"It's not the words you ought to consider, L," Ray explained quietly as his thumb traced circles on L's palm unconsciously, "but the meaning hiding behind." Sighing slightly, he let go of L's hand to rest his on the older's shoulder. Then his free hand reached up to lay on L's livid cheek, caressing the smooth skin tenderly, deadly slow, from top to bottom.

"Thanks for your time, L." His lips stretched into a satisfied smile as he heard L drew in a sharp breath. "I hope you'll have more time to lend me in the near future."

"It seems I will have to find some, now doesn't it?" L replied in a strange, velvet voice that spread warmth throughout R's whole body. "Goodnight, Ray."

"Goodnight." He murmured in return, and he entered his room under L's scrutinising gaze.

As he lay in his bed restlessly, an odd, disturbing thought was plaguing his mind, preventing him from giving in to slumber.

When I held his hand, when I touched his cheek, it was as if L wasn't cold anymore.

I wish he would never be cold anymore.

Author's Note:

Yes, I know this is a very late update, and I apologize for that. To be honest with you, even after my exams, I have been quite busy here and there, and I did not have time nor inspiration to write.

But here it is, so I hope you enjoyed this 6th chapter!

I don't know when I will update, but I can assure you it will be as soon as possible, and just know that no matter what, I will never give up on any of my stories.

Here was introduced yet another character, who will be familiar to many of you, I suppose.

Please follow this story and leave a review, that would mean a lot to me.

Bye bye, humans!

C.