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(plops down in the growing puddle of tears)
Summary: Heero and Duo were experimented on. Now they want their revenge, but first they have to take care of some things. 1+2. 3+4. Language. Sap. TWT. (hammers a sign to a post that reads: ) Wanted: Comments of all shapes and sizes, flavors and types! ^__^
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Chapter Five, Confusion
Heero softly opened the door to his shared room, ready to retire since he had exhausted himself that day, refusing to let his comrades do all the work. They'd been busy locating each of the people on the list, and also trying to find Doctor J and the others. Heero knew Doctor J to be very well versed in genetics, as he had played guinea pig for him many times before. He should be able to help them with their . . . predicament.
He halted inside the doorframe as he looked over to the bed where Duo lay sprawled out on his side, breathing deep and regularly in his sleep. Heero watched transfixed as his chest gently rose and fell with his quiet breathing, then silently padded over to him and stood beside his bed to gaze down at his sleeping face. His eyes traced the sweep of his eyebrow, the curve of his cheekbone, the swell of his slightly parted lips. He let his gaze wander over the expanse of his well-toned chest, uncovered by the slipping sheets. //Damn, what's wrong with me?// He shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the sight before him, and tried to turn away, but his glance snagged upon Duo's wings. The velvety black folds were stretched languidly out behind him, and even though he knew they didn't belong there they looked completely natural, like they had always been a part of him. Strangely enough it added to the allure of Duo's beauty.
Tentatively he reached a hand out, wanting to feel Duo's soft skin under his callused fingers, then hesitated a few inches from his cheek in uncertainty. //No. I don't have any right to touch him. It's not . . . I'm not . . .// Finally he gave up trying to explain his reluctance and sighed heavily, deeply confused by what he was feeling. He reached down to take hold of the sheet that had slipped to Duo's waist and pulled it gently back up to his shoulders.
He eventually turned around from his vigil and went to his own bed. Moving carefully so as not to cause himself any more pain than was necessary, he leaned over to pull of his socks, then unzipped his pants and kicked them off, leaving him naked. He pulled the white sheets aside, laid on his stomach, and unfolded the wings that had cramped up from staying in the same position all day. He gritted his teeth as sore, stiff muscles protested. When they were spread to either side of him, he worked to pull the sheet up to his waist, then sighed in surrender as he slowly relaxed his muscles, and finally turned his face towards Duo, watching it by the dim light that streamed in through the open door.
It didn't take long for him to fall into an exhausted slumber, and his dreams were of a certain braided pilot and himself. And of all the strangest things, they were happy.
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Duo awoke with barely more than a hitch in his breathing as he heard a door opening and feigned sleep while he waited for something to happen, thinking that it might be an enemy. When he heard the soft padding of feet over carpet, he opened his eyes just enough to see the glimmer of light through the doorway silhouetting a winged male figure in the dark of the room. He struggled to maintain his breathing pattern as he realized with a start that it was Heero. But why was he just staring at him like that? He didn't dare to open his eyes any further and alert him that he was awake. Not when Heero was in something that could be a compromising position for him. Then he started reaching for his face. //Oh shit, is he gonna touch me?// he thought as a jolt of electricity ran through him, a mix of fear and eager anticipation. He was slightly relieved yet disappointed that Heero's hand never completed its journey, and he puzzled at the strange mix of emotions. Surely Heero could tell that he wasn't asleep, since his heart was pounding so hard, but apparently his inhuman hearing didn't pick up the sound. He felt the sheet being pulled softly back up his body, then watched as Heero turned toward his own bed and started stripping in the dim lighting.
Duo found himself transfixed as Heero bent down to pull the socks off his feet with his back turned to him. This gave him a very nice view of his butt, only slightly obstructed by the angelic wings protruding from his shoulders. He couldn't help but widen his eyes just a bit as he heard the unzipping of a fly. Heero's hands slid to the waist of his pants and gave a push, slipping the jeans down around his hips, then his rear, down his thighs, till they puddled at his feet and were kicked off. Duo's mouth dried. //Hot damn, I should have known he goes commando. Oh, wow.// He was hypnotized as he watched the muscles flex in Heero's firm backside as he climbed into bed, and found himself wishing that he'd turn around. He caught himself just in time to shut his eyes most of the way as Heero settled himself in and turned his head toward him. It was in no time at all that his breathing deepened and he was asleep.
//Yep, you've got it bad, Duo Maxwell. I wonder if this is just physical. I mean, sure, all of the guys a pretty good looking. But then, if that's the case then why aren't I attracted to Trowa? He's just as quiet as Heero, and taller, too.// He paused at this and ran it through his head again. //Huh. I must really be gay.// He thought that maybe he should be disturbed by this, but then he found himself asking, //Is that really so bad?// He couldn't think of any answer to this, so he let the question slip from his mind.
When he was certain that Heero was as deeply asleep as the trained assassin ever got, he moved the covers off of himself and sat up. His first thought was that he wanted a shower, but that idea was very quickly dismissed when he tried to stretch his arms. Uh uh, no way was he going to be able to wash out his long hair when he could barely rotate his shoulders. He smirked, thinking that maybe he'd wait till Heero was awake to help him, then sobered as he thought about that, gazing over at Heero's peaceful face. //Maybe he feels something for me, too. Maybe, just maybe.// Duo grinned wickedly and his mood lightened as he formulated a plan to get the two of them in the shower together. //Gotta take the initiative and sort things out. And it gives me an excuse to see the front side of him naked.// He risked waking Heero and chuckled softly to himself.
He decided that since he couldn't shower, he would eat, 'cause damn, he was starving. With an inaudible moan he stood up, using muscles in his legs and back that hadn't been moved in too long. Curious, he looked over his shoulder at the wings folded behind his back, and very slowly tried stretching them out. He clenched his teeth and held his elbows tightly, bracing himself against the pain from sore muscles that had never before been used. His wings shook from the effort, but he kept pushing himself, spreading them as wide as he could, and finally stopped when he could bear it no more. Through the haze of pain he stared in wonderment at the expanse of velvet-covered leather that blocked the light coming in through the half- open door. Almost without thinking about it he reached out to touch one. One arm wrapped itself around his waist as the other trembling hand tried to touch the wingtip. It was too long a stretch; his hand only came halfway at best.
With a shuddering sigh Duo let his hand fall back to his side and his wings collapse. He looked over at Heero, whose wings were sprawled out over the sides of the bed. The weak light dimly framed his face, and his white wings seemed to glow. //Damn,// he thought. //This is just too strange.// As Duo stood there, he hung his head in resignation. //Ah, shit.//
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"First these creepy things on my back, then _him_, could things get any weirder?" Duo muttered to himself as he lumbered into the kitchen in nothing but his black boxers. It hurt just to think about putting on any more clothes.
Duo put a hand on the doorframe of the kitchen and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. When he looked up he froze at the familiar face that greeted him. "Trowa," he said dumbfounded. "What are you doing up so late?"
The tall brunette made no move to get up from his seat at the kitchen table and set down his mug of coffee as he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Duo frowned, but nodded. "Yeah, I'm starving."
The corners of Trowa's lips lifted slightly in a small smile. He stood up and went to open the fridge, bending at the waist as he rummaged through the shelves. "What do you want?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Anything that's not fuzzy and green," Duo called. He stumbled over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for himself, sighing in relief as he sat and let his wings fall limply. It felt so good to just let his face lay on the table, his arms dangling loosely at his sides and his braid tickling down his back. The hardwood floor was cold under his bare feet, and with a slight shock he realized that the parts of his wings that rested on the floor were cold, too. Ah well. It felt good on the burning pain of his new muscles. He listened to Trowa shuffling around the kitchen, slamming cupboards, clanking dishes, pushing buttons on the microwave, and finally resuming his seat at the table opposite the injured pilot.
Duo looked up groggily, meeting Trowa's gaze. He groaned as he rested his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. "So, what happened to my Gundam?"
"Wufei, Quatre and I recovered Deathscythe and Wing Zero from the OZ base where you were held," he responded quietly.
Duo waited for more. "Well?" he prompted. "Where is it? What condition is it in? Answers here, Trowa, answers." He snapped his fingers as he said this, trying to get Trowa to respond.
"No, I don't think so. If I were to tell you, you'd only worry about your mobile suit and try to get to it. You need to concentrate on yourself, not your Gundam."
Duo growled in aggravation and tugged on his braid, his wings giving a weak flutter. "Urrrgh, you are so frustrating sometimes."
Trowa gave a small, affectionate smile and stood to retrieve Duo's food as the microwave beeped. Duo's stomach grumbled and his nose perked up at the delicious smell that wafted from Trowa's direction. When the unibanged pilot turned around, he presented a plate of fried chicken to him, along with several napkins in the other hand. Duo immediately grabbed a leg of chicken as soon as the plate was set down and all thoughts of his Gundam were erased as he reveled in the taste of grease, salt and poultry.
Trowa looked on in amusement as he sat back down and folded his hands in his lap. After a while he said, "We've been locating all of the people involved in the experiment that was performed on you and Heero." Duo's eating slowed and his eyes gleamed dangerously as he received this bit of information. "We've also been trying to find the scientists that trained us, particularly Doctor J, Heero's instructor. He's highly skilled in genetic manipulation."
Duo grunted thoughtfully, then wiped at the grease that was dribbling down his chin with a napkin. "Any luck yet?"
"No. I was taking a break from searching for them when you woke up. Do you need anything else?"
The braided pilot licked his fingers as he finished cleaning off the bones of his chicken. "Yeah, a glass of milk would be nice." Trowa stood to comply and retrieved a carton from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, setting it on the table with a clank and pouring the last drop of milk into it.
Duo took a deep swallow, then paused, trying to decide whether to ask his next question or not. //Oh, hell, who better to ask than Trowa? At least I know he won't blab to anyone.// "Um, Tro'? Uhh, what's it like to be gay?" he rushed out. He closed his eyes and braced for the derision he was sure would be flung at him.
When he didn't hear the expected laugh or angry shout, he peeped an eye open to see Trowa seriously considering his question. Finally the other boy responded, "I don't understand what it is you're asking."
"Um, well, you know, like why you're attracted to Quatre and what . . . what the, uh, sex is like?" He blushed furiously and broke eye contact as he asked this.
When he looked back up he found Trowa silently watching him, as though somehow reading what was in his mind. He tilted his head to one side thoughtfully. "I love Quatre because of his personality, and . . . because of the way that he makes me feel. The fact that he's male is only secondary."
"You mean that you don't care about the packaging?" Duo asked incredulously.
"No, that's not it at all. What I'm trying to say is that I love him for who he is, and the fact that I like his body is just the icing on the cake."
"Oh. Okay. So, umm, how _does_ Quatre makes you feel?"
Trowa considered for a minute. "He makes me feel . . . complete, happy to be alive, like there is no war. I . . ." His hands fluttered uselessly, trying to grasp onto some intangible idea. "I don't know how else to put it. Sorry."
Duo was just glad that Trowa didn't ask why he wanted to know. "No problem, but thanks anyway." He stared at his hands lying on the table, trying to digest this and apply it to himself. Well, how did he even know if he was gay or not? If he wasn't, then he'd just embarrassed himself for no good reason; but if he was . . . Hell, he was so confused he couldn't even begin to piece together his feelings for Heero.
Trowa respectfully waited for a few minutes while Duo thought. He understood why Duo was asking, but he didn't say anything about it. "Duo." The braided boy looked up from his reverie. "You wanted to know about the mechanics of gay sex?"
Duo's mouth dropped and his eyes bugged out. //Why don't I just keel over and die right now to get it over with?// What had he gotten himself into this time?
End Chapter Five.
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Author's Note: Well, what'dya think? Don't feel too disappointed, there are more awkward moments coming up next chapter! (grins evilly) Oh, how I love being cruel and unusual. ^__^ Be sure to send in your comments, even if they're not very nice.
Post Script: A special thanks to my beta readers, guardiankrystal26 and fallenangel1816, who have stuck with me and given me death threats to finish this story. ^__^ And, to everyone who has reviewed, I really do appreciate it, and I can't tell you how good it is to know that what I'm writing is actually being read. (throws kisses to everybody)
Summary: Heero and Duo were experimented on. Now they want their revenge, but first they have to take care of some things. 1+2. 3+4. Language. Sap. TWT. (hammers a sign to a post that reads: ) Wanted: Comments of all shapes and sizes, flavors and types! ^__^
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Chapter Five, Confusion
Heero softly opened the door to his shared room, ready to retire since he had exhausted himself that day, refusing to let his comrades do all the work. They'd been busy locating each of the people on the list, and also trying to find Doctor J and the others. Heero knew Doctor J to be very well versed in genetics, as he had played guinea pig for him many times before. He should be able to help them with their . . . predicament.
He halted inside the doorframe as he looked over to the bed where Duo lay sprawled out on his side, breathing deep and regularly in his sleep. Heero watched transfixed as his chest gently rose and fell with his quiet breathing, then silently padded over to him and stood beside his bed to gaze down at his sleeping face. His eyes traced the sweep of his eyebrow, the curve of his cheekbone, the swell of his slightly parted lips. He let his gaze wander over the expanse of his well-toned chest, uncovered by the slipping sheets. //Damn, what's wrong with me?// He shook his head, tearing his eyes away from the sight before him, and tried to turn away, but his glance snagged upon Duo's wings. The velvety black folds were stretched languidly out behind him, and even though he knew they didn't belong there they looked completely natural, like they had always been a part of him. Strangely enough it added to the allure of Duo's beauty.
Tentatively he reached a hand out, wanting to feel Duo's soft skin under his callused fingers, then hesitated a few inches from his cheek in uncertainty. //No. I don't have any right to touch him. It's not . . . I'm not . . .// Finally he gave up trying to explain his reluctance and sighed heavily, deeply confused by what he was feeling. He reached down to take hold of the sheet that had slipped to Duo's waist and pulled it gently back up to his shoulders.
He eventually turned around from his vigil and went to his own bed. Moving carefully so as not to cause himself any more pain than was necessary, he leaned over to pull of his socks, then unzipped his pants and kicked them off, leaving him naked. He pulled the white sheets aside, laid on his stomach, and unfolded the wings that had cramped up from staying in the same position all day. He gritted his teeth as sore, stiff muscles protested. When they were spread to either side of him, he worked to pull the sheet up to his waist, then sighed in surrender as he slowly relaxed his muscles, and finally turned his face towards Duo, watching it by the dim light that streamed in through the open door.
It didn't take long for him to fall into an exhausted slumber, and his dreams were of a certain braided pilot and himself. And of all the strangest things, they were happy.
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Duo awoke with barely more than a hitch in his breathing as he heard a door opening and feigned sleep while he waited for something to happen, thinking that it might be an enemy. When he heard the soft padding of feet over carpet, he opened his eyes just enough to see the glimmer of light through the doorway silhouetting a winged male figure in the dark of the room. He struggled to maintain his breathing pattern as he realized with a start that it was Heero. But why was he just staring at him like that? He didn't dare to open his eyes any further and alert him that he was awake. Not when Heero was in something that could be a compromising position for him. Then he started reaching for his face. //Oh shit, is he gonna touch me?// he thought as a jolt of electricity ran through him, a mix of fear and eager anticipation. He was slightly relieved yet disappointed that Heero's hand never completed its journey, and he puzzled at the strange mix of emotions. Surely Heero could tell that he wasn't asleep, since his heart was pounding so hard, but apparently his inhuman hearing didn't pick up the sound. He felt the sheet being pulled softly back up his body, then watched as Heero turned toward his own bed and started stripping in the dim lighting.
Duo found himself transfixed as Heero bent down to pull the socks off his feet with his back turned to him. This gave him a very nice view of his butt, only slightly obstructed by the angelic wings protruding from his shoulders. He couldn't help but widen his eyes just a bit as he heard the unzipping of a fly. Heero's hands slid to the waist of his pants and gave a push, slipping the jeans down around his hips, then his rear, down his thighs, till they puddled at his feet and were kicked off. Duo's mouth dried. //Hot damn, I should have known he goes commando. Oh, wow.// He was hypnotized as he watched the muscles flex in Heero's firm backside as he climbed into bed, and found himself wishing that he'd turn around. He caught himself just in time to shut his eyes most of the way as Heero settled himself in and turned his head toward him. It was in no time at all that his breathing deepened and he was asleep.
//Yep, you've got it bad, Duo Maxwell. I wonder if this is just physical. I mean, sure, all of the guys a pretty good looking. But then, if that's the case then why aren't I attracted to Trowa? He's just as quiet as Heero, and taller, too.// He paused at this and ran it through his head again. //Huh. I must really be gay.// He thought that maybe he should be disturbed by this, but then he found himself asking, //Is that really so bad?// He couldn't think of any answer to this, so he let the question slip from his mind.
When he was certain that Heero was as deeply asleep as the trained assassin ever got, he moved the covers off of himself and sat up. His first thought was that he wanted a shower, but that idea was very quickly dismissed when he tried to stretch his arms. Uh uh, no way was he going to be able to wash out his long hair when he could barely rotate his shoulders. He smirked, thinking that maybe he'd wait till Heero was awake to help him, then sobered as he thought about that, gazing over at Heero's peaceful face. //Maybe he feels something for me, too. Maybe, just maybe.// Duo grinned wickedly and his mood lightened as he formulated a plan to get the two of them in the shower together. //Gotta take the initiative and sort things out. And it gives me an excuse to see the front side of him naked.// He risked waking Heero and chuckled softly to himself.
He decided that since he couldn't shower, he would eat, 'cause damn, he was starving. With an inaudible moan he stood up, using muscles in his legs and back that hadn't been moved in too long. Curious, he looked over his shoulder at the wings folded behind his back, and very slowly tried stretching them out. He clenched his teeth and held his elbows tightly, bracing himself against the pain from sore muscles that had never before been used. His wings shook from the effort, but he kept pushing himself, spreading them as wide as he could, and finally stopped when he could bear it no more. Through the haze of pain he stared in wonderment at the expanse of velvet-covered leather that blocked the light coming in through the half- open door. Almost without thinking about it he reached out to touch one. One arm wrapped itself around his waist as the other trembling hand tried to touch the wingtip. It was too long a stretch; his hand only came halfway at best.
With a shuddering sigh Duo let his hand fall back to his side and his wings collapse. He looked over at Heero, whose wings were sprawled out over the sides of the bed. The weak light dimly framed his face, and his white wings seemed to glow. //Damn,// he thought. //This is just too strange.// As Duo stood there, he hung his head in resignation. //Ah, shit.//
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"First these creepy things on my back, then _him_, could things get any weirder?" Duo muttered to himself as he lumbered into the kitchen in nothing but his black boxers. It hurt just to think about putting on any more clothes.
Duo put a hand on the doorframe of the kitchen and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath. When he looked up he froze at the familiar face that greeted him. "Trowa," he said dumbfounded. "What are you doing up so late?"
The tall brunette made no move to get up from his seat at the kitchen table and set down his mug of coffee as he asked, "Are you hungry?"
Duo frowned, but nodded. "Yeah, I'm starving."
The corners of Trowa's lips lifted slightly in a small smile. He stood up and went to open the fridge, bending at the waist as he rummaged through the shelves. "What do you want?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Anything that's not fuzzy and green," Duo called. He stumbled over to the kitchen table and pulled out a chair for himself, sighing in relief as he sat and let his wings fall limply. It felt so good to just let his face lay on the table, his arms dangling loosely at his sides and his braid tickling down his back. The hardwood floor was cold under his bare feet, and with a slight shock he realized that the parts of his wings that rested on the floor were cold, too. Ah well. It felt good on the burning pain of his new muscles. He listened to Trowa shuffling around the kitchen, slamming cupboards, clanking dishes, pushing buttons on the microwave, and finally resuming his seat at the table opposite the injured pilot.
Duo looked up groggily, meeting Trowa's gaze. He groaned as he rested his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands. "So, what happened to my Gundam?"
"Wufei, Quatre and I recovered Deathscythe and Wing Zero from the OZ base where you were held," he responded quietly.
Duo waited for more. "Well?" he prompted. "Where is it? What condition is it in? Answers here, Trowa, answers." He snapped his fingers as he said this, trying to get Trowa to respond.
"No, I don't think so. If I were to tell you, you'd only worry about your mobile suit and try to get to it. You need to concentrate on yourself, not your Gundam."
Duo growled in aggravation and tugged on his braid, his wings giving a weak flutter. "Urrrgh, you are so frustrating sometimes."
Trowa gave a small, affectionate smile and stood to retrieve Duo's food as the microwave beeped. Duo's stomach grumbled and his nose perked up at the delicious smell that wafted from Trowa's direction. When the unibanged pilot turned around, he presented a plate of fried chicken to him, along with several napkins in the other hand. Duo immediately grabbed a leg of chicken as soon as the plate was set down and all thoughts of his Gundam were erased as he reveled in the taste of grease, salt and poultry.
Trowa looked on in amusement as he sat back down and folded his hands in his lap. After a while he said, "We've been locating all of the people involved in the experiment that was performed on you and Heero." Duo's eating slowed and his eyes gleamed dangerously as he received this bit of information. "We've also been trying to find the scientists that trained us, particularly Doctor J, Heero's instructor. He's highly skilled in genetic manipulation."
Duo grunted thoughtfully, then wiped at the grease that was dribbling down his chin with a napkin. "Any luck yet?"
"No. I was taking a break from searching for them when you woke up. Do you need anything else?"
The braided pilot licked his fingers as he finished cleaning off the bones of his chicken. "Yeah, a glass of milk would be nice." Trowa stood to comply and retrieved a carton from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, setting it on the table with a clank and pouring the last drop of milk into it.
Duo took a deep swallow, then paused, trying to decide whether to ask his next question or not. //Oh, hell, who better to ask than Trowa? At least I know he won't blab to anyone.// "Um, Tro'? Uhh, what's it like to be gay?" he rushed out. He closed his eyes and braced for the derision he was sure would be flung at him.
When he didn't hear the expected laugh or angry shout, he peeped an eye open to see Trowa seriously considering his question. Finally the other boy responded, "I don't understand what it is you're asking."
"Um, well, you know, like why you're attracted to Quatre and what . . . what the, uh, sex is like?" He blushed furiously and broke eye contact as he asked this.
When he looked back up he found Trowa silently watching him, as though somehow reading what was in his mind. He tilted his head to one side thoughtfully. "I love Quatre because of his personality, and . . . because of the way that he makes me feel. The fact that he's male is only secondary."
"You mean that you don't care about the packaging?" Duo asked incredulously.
"No, that's not it at all. What I'm trying to say is that I love him for who he is, and the fact that I like his body is just the icing on the cake."
"Oh. Okay. So, umm, how _does_ Quatre makes you feel?"
Trowa considered for a minute. "He makes me feel . . . complete, happy to be alive, like there is no war. I . . ." His hands fluttered uselessly, trying to grasp onto some intangible idea. "I don't know how else to put it. Sorry."
Duo was just glad that Trowa didn't ask why he wanted to know. "No problem, but thanks anyway." He stared at his hands lying on the table, trying to digest this and apply it to himself. Well, how did he even know if he was gay or not? If he wasn't, then he'd just embarrassed himself for no good reason; but if he was . . . Hell, he was so confused he couldn't even begin to piece together his feelings for Heero.
Trowa respectfully waited for a few minutes while Duo thought. He understood why Duo was asking, but he didn't say anything about it. "Duo." The braided boy looked up from his reverie. "You wanted to know about the mechanics of gay sex?"
Duo's mouth dropped and his eyes bugged out. //Why don't I just keel over and die right now to get it over with?// What had he gotten himself into this time?
End Chapter Five.
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Author's Note: Well, what'dya think? Don't feel too disappointed, there are more awkward moments coming up next chapter! (grins evilly) Oh, how I love being cruel and unusual. ^__^ Be sure to send in your comments, even if they're not very nice.
Post Script: A special thanks to my beta readers, guardiankrystal26 and fallenangel1816, who have stuck with me and given me death threats to finish this story. ^__^ And, to everyone who has reviewed, I really do appreciate it, and I can't tell you how good it is to know that what I'm writing is actually being read. (throws kisses to everybody)