Chapter 7:

Morning never seemed easy for Anju Cross. Despite how the other prefects were doing their best to take the load off each other, it was always a chore to at least respond to the alarm clock. Still, it was a Saturday, which meant the evil blaring of her clock would go unnoticed. Anju smiled as she relished the softness of her pillow, letting all her cares and worries now drift away back into the realm of dreams.

She took in a deep breath, her nose picking up the scent of the lilac shampoo she frequently used, a scent that now caused her to sink back into sleep.

Then, she picked up another scent, one of something charred and oily.

Anju's eyes snapped open as her brain finally registered what the smell was. She leapt out of bed, not bothering to change out of her pyjamas. She dashed to the kitchen, where she found the predictable source of the smell.

"Oh good morning my dear Anju!" Chairman Cross smiled as his hands worked over a frying pan. If there was anything Anju knew about her adoptive father, is that he must never cook new dishes without supervision. The last time he tried, he had nearly burned their summer house down. Since then, Anju had taken it upon herself to at least know a few basic cooking techniques and then teach him. Even if he wasn't about to improve anytime soon, he at least wouldn't be starting an inferno.

"What was that supposed to be?" Anju frowned, staring at the catastrophe on the hob which expelled enough smoke to rival a train.

"It was supposed to be some Belgian waffles." Chairman Cross replied. "It seems I had burnt it." At this, he ended off with a loud chuckle. Anju merely shot him a deadpanned look, unamused at the whole affair.

"Why don't you wash up first." Anju replied in monotone as she walked away. "I'll go get myself sorted and then come make breakfast."

"Ah! But Anju-!" He never finished before she closed the door. Anju now walked toward the bathroom, hoping that at the very least, her adoptive father would do as he was told.

To think he is an expert Vampire hunter. She thought as she got herself undressed. Guess weirdness runs in this whole house.

As the chairman of the academy, her adoptive father was allowed to live in the school grounds so as to allow the maximum amount of supervision on the school. Conveniently, it also allowed him to be on hand in case students or staff required it. As his 'family', these privileges were, for her, an extension.

Unfortunately, so was the peculiarity of the house's residents. Anju barely had a warning as the door opened and Ichigo walked in.

"HEY!" Anju shrieked at him. "I AM IN HERE!"

"So?" Ichigo replied.

"So respect some privacy dimwit!" Anju screamed again as Ichigo removed his shirt.

"What's the point?" He said. "Your body has no sex appeal anyway."

"What?!" Anju snapped. "Take that back!"

Ichigo looked at her with devilish eyes. "Make me…"

And once more, the familiar squabbling continued. Anju had pretty much lost count of how many times this has happened. Sure, they lived in the same house, but Ichigo had never at any time respected the boundaries that should be commonplace in the world. Usually, the squabbling would end with Anju hurriedly putting on her choice of clothes for the day before finishing her business.

"Good grief…" Anju sighed as she put her pants on. "When will you learn?"

However, this time around, things were slightly different.

"Anju…" Ichigo spoke sternly.

"What?" Anju growled in response. "I'm busy."

"Don't you think you're a little too lax?" Ichigo asked.

"Huh?" Anju stared back in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Ichigo looked into her eyes for a few seconds before he started to remove his shirt.

"Woah!" Anju cried out, averting her eyes immediately. "Hey, you're indecent enough! No need to add more on!"

"Look." Ichigo said, pointing to the spot on his neck where the cross-shaped seal was. It didn't seem like it, but Anju could swear it was pulsing slightly, the red-coloured mark seeming to be alive.

"Remember why I have this?" Ichigo asked. It was then that Anju realised that this was the very first week that she would have to see him not just as a person or a boy. He was also a vampire.

And one that could very well attack her at any given time.

"You do." Ichigo nodded, seeing the realization in her eyes. "Knowing that, don't you think you should be more careful around me? The next time I attack someone, I don't know if I'll be able to reign myself in. Knowing that, that I could very well kill you, shouldn't you at least take some precautions?"

Anju stared back, knowing that she possibly couldn't fathom the kind of anxiety he was feeling. As someone from a family of vampire hunters, Anju was sure that Ichigo himself was more aware of how dangerous vampires could be. And a Level E such as himself was even more so than any of the other Night class students. Sure, maybe some would attack out of anger or just as a terrible joke, but if ever a time came that Ichigo would, there wasn't going to be raw emotion behind it.

It would only be thirst. A terrible thirst that just screamed to be quenched lest the fire burning in his throat threatened to destroy him. Something so primal such as that was, to Anju's knowledge, far more fearsome. Just like the vampire that attacked her eight years before.

"You won't." Anju shook her head. "I know you won't."

"How can you be so sure?" Ichigo asked, as if wanting confirmation of her beliefs.

"We've been together for so long Ichigo." Anju said. "Sure, we may not be siblings, but I know you well enough. And I know you won't attack me so suddenly. If anything, you'd probably kill yourself before that happened."

"No." Ichigo replied. "You don't know me. I never opened up to you at any time in our life together. I never told you who I was, I never told you what I've been through and what I was turning into. You didn't know a single thing until just a few days ago."

"I know enough." Anju answered again. "Remember the first night you came into my life? I do. You were a horrible mess. You had eyes that belonged to someone that went to Hell and back."

"And you also remember when Akira visited us?" She continued, despite the subtle tightening of his jaw. "You actually drew a kitchen knife on him. I was so shocked at what you did that by the time I could react, you had been thoroughly disarmed. But you didn't seem fazed at all, even going so far as to say that vampires and humans could never co-exist. And then you said that you'd never let a vampire hurt me, didn't you?"

"I don't recall saying that." Ichigo sighed. "What I recall saying was that if he ever tried to hurt anyone, I'd kill him."

"Details aside…" Anju said. "Even if you say I don't know you, I know you won't let a vampire hurt me, even if that vampire was you."

"You don't know that." Ichigo replied. "You don't know whether or not I'll be overcome by my thirst."

"You won't." Anju replied, shaking her head. "Because you're that stubborn after all."

Ichigo turned to look at her eyes. As usual, they were filled with the gleam of absolute faith in him. Whether or not that was due to her innocence or naivety, Ichigo couldn't tell. She had been like that since they had met. Always seeing the good in someone. That's why all those monsters of the night come for you, like moths to the light. He thought to himself as he remembered the first exchange between him and Akira. After Akira had disarmed him, he had decided to reach for another weapon, only to stop when Anju had stepped between the both of them, arms outstretched as if to stop him.

He couldn't understand why a human would go so far as to protect a vampire. Even after she had explained it all, how she had owed her life to the Pureblood youth, he still couldn't accept it. Perhaps she did get one thing about him right, he was pretty stubborn.

"Your clothes are still off by the way." Ichigo said in monotone. This one sentence now caused Anju to look at herself. Everything was still in place, save for the fact her shirt was off.

Anju's face immediately flushed red as a cherry. "GAAAH! GET OUT! OUT! AND DON'T COME BACK TILL I'M DONE!" At once, she shoved Ichigo out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut. Ichigo turned as he heard the audible 'click' of the lock.

Still the same as usual… Chairman Cross mulled to himself from the kitchen.

4 hours later:

Anju looked at the white shawl that was hung around the mannequin, wondering if she should buy it. Her wardrobe was pretty mundane after all, but she didn't have a lot of pocket money to begin with. Additionally, she too wondered if Akira would get one for her.

"Just buy it already…" Ichigo grumbled from behind her. "We've done nothing but look at that thing for the past three minutes."

"It's just so hard to choose…" Anju frowned. "Besides, I want to be prepared for this coming winter. Have you seen the state of my winter-wear?" The shopkeeper sighed as she stared at it even more. Just like Ichigo, he wondered whether this girl would buy his merchandise and end the torturous waiting.

"Ah, fine!" Anju exclaimed as she took out her wallet. "I'll get it. How much for it sir?"

Ichigo scoffed internally as the transaction occurred. He turned to see the opposite side of the street, where other street vendors were displaying their wares ranging from vintage clothing, hand-made jewellery and other more exotic merchandise such as gemstones, native American amulets and wood carvings.

Ichigo had no idea how long this Victorian-style town had been here, but according to Chairman Cross, it had been there since Cross academy started up. Originally, it served as the headquarters for the Hunters Association. However, with the new agreements between the vampire monarchy and the association, the functionality as a base of operations had shifted to being a regular town for both humans and vampires to comingle. According to some vampires, the town had a less menacing atmosphere than it had long ago, but Ichigo still couldn't feel a peaceful aura around. Then again, he wasn't born all that time ago, so he was in no position to argue.

"Ichigo, I'm done." Anju said as she held the small bag that contained the new shawl. "Where should we go next?"

As soon as Ichigo looked back, he was suddenly overcome by a burning sensation in his throat. He could now feel the pulsing of Anju's blood in her jugular, hear it flowing thickly through her body as his mind was simultaneously bombarded with its taste. She was this close. All he just had to do was lune and his pain could be extinguished

"Ichigo?" Anju frowned. "Are you alright?"

Her voice caused him to snap out of the haze that had descended into by pure instinct. Ichigo relaxed, noticing now how tense he had become. "I'm fine. Maybe we should go to a café or something. We've been out for a while now, so it'd be good to have a break."

"Sounds like a good idea." Anju nodded. "I feel famished. I know! There's this great place that sells a delicious cheesecake! C'mon!" At this, Anju grabbed his hand. It took all of Ichigo's will to follow whilst ignoring the thirst that flared through his very being like a raging inferno.

Finally, they had reached the famous café Anju had talked of. It appeared to be quite the establishment, able to provide for all the major needs of its customers. Even if the café was crowded, there were ample seats outside that allowed patrons to not only dine out in the open, but each exterior table came fitted with an umbrella should the need for it arise. Additionally, the owner appeared to be quite conscious with the surroundings, go so far as to set a few pots for tulips, daisies and different shrubs.

Anju and Ichigo now found themselves seated at the corner table outside. They had thought it for the best since attracting too much attention on the way wasn't a smart idea considering Ichigo's status as a vampire. Already when they were waiting on the table, the waiting staff had turned out to be a vampire. He had effectively noticed Ichigo's thirst, much to the shock of Anju and proceeded to supply an immediate glass of water which Ichigo used for his subsequent blood tablet infusion. Since then, Ichigo was given a wider berth by some of the human patrons.

"You could have just said something." Anju told him as their cheesecakes came.

"I was worried that I'd lose it." Ichigo mumbled in response. "Like I said before, it's not something I can easily ignore. And it's just going to get worse from here."

Anju stayed silent, her only response to pick up her fork and cut off a portion of her cake to be eaten. Ichigo merely stared silently at the pastry before him, his eyes hard. As of now, the rage within his throat had died down thanks to the blood tablets, but he knew it was but a momentary reprieve. The next time, would he be able to resist the urge to quench his thirst? Would he be able to hold himself in check?

"Quit thinking of all that hullabaloo." Came a voice beside him. Ichigo and Anju now turned to see Misaki grinning at them from the street.

"Misaki?" Anju exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

"You think you guys are the only ones that come shopping out in town?" Misaki chuckled. "I have a street life too, though I doubt it is anything like yours. Having fun you two?" It appeared to be normal classmate banter, but Misaki's sly tone and mischievous look said otherwise.

"The hell are you implying?" Ichigo growled. "In case you haven't noticed, it'd be a wonder for any guy to end up with her."

"What's that mean?!" Anju yelled at him, almost shooting up to her feet.

"Need I remind you about our conversation earlier this morning?" Ichigo continued mercilessly. "You've got no sex appeal at all."

"Shut it!" Anju cried, her face going red in embarrassment. "I'm still growing, so give me a chance!"

Wow, he is horrible. Misaki thought as the two of them suddenly descended into a heated debacle that now attracted hordes of onlookers. Having the tact to realize they would probably get booted from the café for disrupting other guests, Misaki knew she had to stop this now.

"Anyways…" Misaki said, leaning over the small bush between her and them. "Just need to let you know, don't stay out too late."

Anju and Ichigo finally stopped their argument and turned to her, a questioning look upon their faces. Misaki's eyes darted left and right, as if to make sure no one was closely looking. Upon confirming that there was no one scrutinising the trio, she opened her jacket slightly to reveal her knife.

"Misaki?" Anju frowned. "What's going on?"

"Hunter business I'm afraid." Misaki answered. "Apparently there's a rogue vampire going around these parts. Didn't get much, but all I know is, he's dangerous. If you see him, get away as fast as possible, alright?"

Anju swallowed. Knowing that there was a potentially dangerous vampire around was something that would definitely cause a panic. No wonder Misaki was being careful with how she was talking. Then it hit her…

"Are you aware of this?" Anju leaned in to whisper to Ichigo. Since finding out about his own affiliations with the Hunter's Association, she had wondered if there would come a time where he would have to fulfil his role as a hunter.

As if to confirm her suspicions, Ichigo's face twisted into a grim look. It appeared he had wanted to keep her in the dark about all this.

"Why?" Anju asked him, though deep down, she felt he wouldn't give her an answer. That wasn't going to stop her from trying though. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"There was nothing to say." Ichigo said. "I was told to come down here and help look just for a while. I didn't want it to have anything to do with you."

A strained silence now hung over the air as Anju took all this in. Ichigo averted his eyes from her whilst Misaki stood on the side-lines, afraid of intervening due to the tense situation before her.

Seeming to have had enough of the strain, Ichigo got up. "Thanks for the day. But as you can see, I have things to do…"

"Y-yeah." Anju replied. "I'm sure you do."

"Well, bummer." Misaki said. With Ichigo's abrupt leave, it now fell to her to accompany Anju on her walk through the town.

"He could have at least said something." Anju said as she walked beside Misaki.

"Well, think about it, I doubt you'd have such a great time if you knew he intended to come out here just to hunt down a vampire." Misaki stated. "I mean, the mood kind of sucks right now doesn't it?"

"Yeah." Anju nodded glumly. "I suppose so. Besides, he's always been like that."

"Really?" Misaki arched an eyebrow as they continued walking. "Well, I suppose you'd know more about that than I do."

Anju chuckled. "He was never good at being honest with himself or in trusting other people. I reckon it's because if he lets out too much, he'd be endangering other people in his affairs."

"Keeping it close to the vest it seems." Misaki nodded. "But I suppose that's how he was trained as a hunter. You never know how good vampires are at sniffing out your deepest, darkest emotions. Some hunters believe in culling the weak, because that's what vampires go for. So certain families make it a point in seeing that they don't raise hunters who could be seen as a liability. It can be really harsh and brutal for some of them."

"I see…" Anju replied. She had never heard of this story regarding Ichigo before. Did the chairman know? And was Ichigo's current stance all the more amplified by the attack on his family years ago?

"Well, whatever the reason, I doubt we'll ever know." Misaki said. "I've known Emi for years and even I don't know what always going on in her head." As she said so, Misaki remembered all the times of waiting on her vampire friend to finish all manner of sweet treats. Every single time it seemed Emi's brain had overloaded itself on the sugar, the result being a hyperactive vampire that did a variety of nonsense after which.

"Haha, I'll bet." Anju grinned. "It must be great to have a friend like her."

"You never get bored at the very least." Misaki laughed before returning to a more sombre expression. "I'm not saying that Ichigo's a bad guy. What I think is that it takes time for some people to get used to another. For him and you, I suppose it'll be a lot longer than usual. I just hope it happens one day."

"I guess you're right." Anju nodded. "Well, what should we do next?"

Before Misaki could answer, a scream punctured the very air.

"What was that?" Anju blinked.

Misaki didn't answer, instead running off immediately to find the source. Anju followed her as best she could, though Misaki's training meant she was a far faster runner.

By the time Anju had caught up, Misaki was kneeling on the ground next to a woman. "What happened?" Misaki asked. The woman appeared to have been scared out of her wits, as it was a few seconds before she answered.

"S-someone…" The woman sobbed, struggling to find the words. "Someone just ran up and took my son!"

"Your son?" Misaki asked. "Which way did her go? How did he look like?"

"He went down that way…" The woman said frantically, pointing toward a small alleyway. "I couldn't see his face." At this exchange, an icy pit formed in Anju's stomach. Misaki and Ichigo were already aware of a rogue vampire going around. Was it possible that the current situation was connected? If it was, then this was much more terrible than a case of kidnapping.

"I'll go look!" Anju said as she rushed down the alley. "He couldn't have gotten far."

"Anju! Wait!" But Misaki's warning was pointless. Anju had already sprinted down the dark alley.

Anju darted through the shadowy corners of the alleyway, keeping alert for any form of movement within the shadows. Despite not knowing much about Ichigo's background, she was well versed on the history of vampire hunters and was consequently trained by the chairman. Due to her role as a prefect, it was only sensible to have some combat skills when having to deal with unruly vampire students.

But whether or not it would help against rogue vampires, now that was a completely different story. Trained she might be, but not sufficient to confidently hunt a vampire.

"Hello?" Anju cried, hoping for some sort of response. "Anyone here?" Nothing but silence permeated the musty alleyways. Anju herself wondered if there really was anyone here. She also wondered how intricately constructed these alleys were, as the next corner she turned into ended up as an unfamiliar street. There was very little light here, as the walls of the buildings flanking each side blocked out most of the sun.

I need to explore the place more. She thought to herself as she ran down the street she had found herself on. However, the dimness of the street impaired her vision greatly. Which is why she didn't notice the broken metal pipe that jutted out dangerously till the last minute.

Anju toppled over as her elbow brushed against the rusted metal. Her body ached as she landed painfully on the floor, the paper bag containing her newly purchased shawl getting flung out of her hands, landing with a slight rustle on the cobblestone pavement.

"Ow ow ow…" Anju groaned as she sat up. Turning her attention to the flaring sensation on her hand, she saw that a small cut had formed, fresh blood trickling out of the wound.

"Ah crap." Anju grumbled as the pain dulled to an itch. She knew better than to touch the wound and risk an infection, so she fumbled about for her handkerchief. That's when the voice sounded.

"Are you alright?" Anju looked up to see a middle-aged man walking toward her.

"Ah, y-yes. I'm okay." Why did she sound so hesitant when talking to him? "Just a scratch is all…"

"Just a scratch huh?" The man replied. "You might want me to check it out. That pipe was quite rusty wasn't it?"

"Umm…" Anju began just as she got up. "It's okay. I'll get someone else to look at it."

"Why not me?" He replied. It was only then that Anju froze. Now that she had realized, he had been walking to her very slowly. Were it anyone else, they would have been a little more frantic about it. So why did this man appear to be taking his time?

"Well, uh…" Anju tried to answer, but her voice stopped short as she caught the man's eyes. They were red, the colour of blood.

"You know," The man continued walking towards her. "You should be very careful around these parts. You never know when some vampire could be around…"

Barely a second later, the man lunged forward, letting out an inhumane scream. Anju tilted to avoid him whilst reaching for the folded staff she kept on hand. With the click of a button, the staff extended to its full range and, with a twirl, she clocked the man at the base of his skull. With her initial strike able to disorient him, Anju leapt backward, keeping her staff extended toward him.

"Hehehe…" The man chuckled, a guttural cackle that chilled Anju to the bone. "Not bad. Are you a hunter? The Association must be desperate to send a kid out here." The way he talked, the way he smiled, the very sound of his voice. It all reminded Anju of the man that tried to kill her years ago.

"You're the one…" Anju breathed. "You're the rogue vampire. What did you do to the kid?"

"Oh? That piece of trash?" He replied. "I was about to eat till I smelled something even more fragrant and tasty. I just dumped him somewhere considering he was probably a tasteless waste of time…"

Anju gripped her staff tightly. Were rogue vampires all like this? Never before did Anju realize how monstrously atrocious they could become.

"And what did I find?" He droned on, his eyes devoured by a feverish fervour. "A much cuter, much tastier looking little girl. But I didn't think you'd put up a fight though. Still, go ahead and resist. It makes the blood taste sweeter…"

Anju braced herself as he charged again, fingers curled into claws. Judging from his stance, it seemed his objective was to pin both her arms, thus getting her staff out of the way. Anju lowered her stance, getting ready for the initial hit.

Then, a gunshot sounded. Within the confines of the street, it was further amplified, forcing Anju to cover her ears in an attempt to stop the ringing. Once she recovered, she could hear another sound, one of agonised screaming. Anju looked up to see the vampire crumpled on the ground, blood seeping out of the wound in his shoulder.

"What'd I tell you?" Came a familiar voice behind. "You're too naïve." Anju turned to see Ichigo, his right hand grasping his pistol firmly. A trail of smoke could be seen rising from the hollow of the weapon's barrel.

"Ichigo!" Anju exclaimed as she stood up.

"I found the kid." Ichigo replied. "I was about to get back to his parents when I smelled your blood in the air. So I followed the scent and, as I expected…" Ichigo now gestured to the wounded vampire in front of him. "My mark is right here as well."

"Damned kids!" The main growled, sounding more and more animalistic by the second. He opened his lips to howl, but only to be cut short as someone flipped out from behind him, smacking him in the face before rolling and coming to a stop before the two of them.

"Misaki!" Anju gasped as her friend drew out the knife.

"Hi all." Misaki greeted as she crouched. "Did I interrupt?"

"Not at all." Ichigo said. "I can always lecture Anju again on how to not be an idiot."

"What?!" Anju shrieked. "I am not!"

"Only an idiot lets themselves get cornered by a vampire." Ichigo stated matter-of-factly. "When you see one, don't hesitate, strike him down right where he stands."

"Wow…" Misaki gulped. "He is merciless."

"How was I supposed to know?" Anju said in her defence. "I'm not trained to notice what vampires look like! For your information, they look like us in almost every way!"

"So a guy, a complete stranger at that, just walks up to you in an alley and asks if you are okay is completely normal?" Ichigo yelled, grinding his fist painfully into her cranium simultaneously. "See, this is what I mean! You're too naïve you damn brat!"

"Hey guys?" Misaki called out, stopping their comical argument. "In case you've forgotten, we have a pissed off vampire here." Anju and Ichigo turned to see that the vampire was indeed pissed off. He stared at them as his eyes burned more and more ferociously.

"Arguing whilst I'm here…" He breathed, every exhale becoming more and more ragged. "You three must be really confident to be able to do that in front of me. Hehe… I'll kill you, I'll kill you all!"

"You can try…" Ichigo said, aiming the pistol again. The man snarled and once more prepared to charge.

Then, he stiffened, his snarl ending in a muted scream. Anju, Ichigo and Misaki blinked as a pained expression crossed over him face. Looking down, they could now spot the faint glimmer of a rapier impaled through his chest.

A second later, the man exploded into a cloud of dust. As the dust fell to the earth, they could now spot the familiar outlines of two people.

"Emi! And Gabriella too?" Anju gasped in surprise. Sure enough, the two vampire prefects were stood behind the pile of ash that was once a vampire. Although they were familiar faces, Anju could tell something was different. They weren't clad in their uniforms, rather, they had taken a more casual choice in their clothing.

Gabriella wore a grey blouse with a slight green cardigan over it. A floral print skirt hid most of her legs while her head was covered by a beige sun hat. Emi on the other hand wore a long sleeved white shirt and black jeans. She then reached into the left pocket to pull out a small cloth, which she used to wipe the slender blade.

"Hello all." Emi greeted as she sheathed her weapon. "Out for a stroll?"

"Speak for yourself." Ichigo growled. "Why'd you go after our kill?"

"It was Akira's order." Emi replied nonchalantly, shrugging as she did. "Even if he's reserved about his status as a Pureblood, we still have to obey certain requests. Then again, he probably doesn't need to ask."

Ichigo put the gun away, though his expression still remained hostile. Misaki on the other hand waked up to Emi. "How'd you figure out where we were?"

"Trust me, it wasn't easy." Gabriella answered this time as a small bat flew down. "I had my bats scour the entire town. If not for you, I would have gotten a blinder of a headache right now."

"So I guess we owe you our thanks." Emi smiled. "I have to hand it to you Misaki, you've gotten way better than last time."

Anju ignored the conversation, instead looking at the remains of the vampire. She had wondered what kind he was. Never before had she met a vampire that seemed less of a man than this one.

"Anju?" At the sound of her name, Anju looked up to see Emi glancing at her arm. "You might want to get that checked out. Even if I'm able to resist, some others won't. And as you know, even we can't contain our excitation for long."

"Emi, can we go back soon?" Gabriella moaned. "You know I'm not good with sunlight. Plus, I need my sleep…"

"Alright, alright." Emi smiled, bowing to Gabriella. "I suppose we'll take our leave for now." Anju still stared, unsure of what to do besides nod.

Just as Emi walked away, she glanced back with a wink. "Come down to the Moon dorm later tonight. We'll explain all this then."

The trio watched as the two vampire nobles walked away, vanishing into the dark of the alley.

Author's Note:

Finally done with Chapter 7. Took a while, but I hope it delivers well.

On a side note, soon enough I will be starting my student internship, so I will have less time to commit to writing this story out. I will be writing as much as possible whenever I can, but do bear with me for any long episodes where no updates occur on this

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