Author's Note: *sniff* Not much to say here, except. . . *sniff* enjoy. . . *sniff*
This last chapter is dedicated to Yumei, one of the better Xenofic author's out there and one of the sweetest people! Hope you like this mushy chapter, Yumei! ^_^
*Disclaimer*: Xenogears belongs to Squaresoft, although that is in question right now. I heard something about Namco. . .
Chapter Fifteen
Bart watched absentmindedly as the crew packed all the stuff back into the Yggdrassil. He wasn't paying much attention as he stood there with his arms crossed and the snow flakes falling around him in a feathery rain. All he could think about was that Peace Treaty Ramsus had talked about. They had already made the decision last night to ask for the Treaty to cover all the nations before signing it. That had been the smartest thing to do. Even Ramsus had agreed. Now, it was time to head back home. . .
Not until someone cleared their throat near him did he finally blink and shake his head, getting his mind back on track. He glanced over and saw no one there. Scowling, he was about to go back to his brooding (he'd been doing a lot of that lately), when he heard another "ahem". Below him.
He glanced down to see the little pink furball that was Chu-Chu frowning up at him with her annoyingly cute green eyes. He still couldn't figure out how Margie had confused this little thing with a stuffed animal. She showed her emotions so clearly. Like right now. Annoyance was clearly written on her furry face.
"What's up, Chu-Chu?" he asked absently, turning back to the cargo.
"Bart, have chu not noticed?" she demanded in an irritated little voice.
"No. What are you talking about?"
"Margie's missing."
"She is? Since when?" Bart asked, not really alarmed.
"Since after breakfast this morning. She didn't show up to the get-chugether Elly planned for the girls to say goodbye to Queen Zephyr. We've looked, but we can't find her. Have you seen her?"
"Not since last night," Bart murmured. Taking a wild guess, Bart glanced up to his left at the balcony they had spent yesterday morning in.
"Well, what should we do, Bart? What do you want me chu do?" Chu-Chu asked, staring up at him hopefully. "I don't want chu leave her behind. Sister Agnes would kill us!"
"Don't worry 'bout it, furball," Bart reassured. "I'll find her. I think I know where she's at."
As he began heading for the entrance to Shevat, he reached into his coat and fingered his inner vest pocket. Something told him he might as well do it now.
With his heart pounding harder than he'd like to admit, he hurried inside and began heading down the corridor to the balcony.
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"Too lazy to go help?"
He had the satisfaction of watching her jump in her seat on an old piece of concrete.
"Oh!" Turning, she glared at him with her sapphire eyes. "Bart, I wish you wouldn't do that! You startled me!"
He grinned cheekily and made his way toward her. "Heh, you're such an easy target. Scoot over, would you. Hey, remember that time in the Masoleum? I think you must've jumped five feet when I tapped you on the shoulder."
Close by, her glare was a lot more potent, he noticed with a slight smile. Luckily, he was immune to it.
"It was dark, you oaf! And besides, you're not supposed to sneak up on people like that. You'd think that living around such gentlemen as Maison and Sigurd would teach you some manners. . ."
"Nah, they can be bigger jerks than I am if they wanted to. Where do you think I learned all my pranks from as a kid?"
"I thought you were just naturally born a jerk. . ." she quipped, smiling as he reached down and tucked her hand in his casually.
"Funny, O' Great Mother. So, what where you doing here all alone? We're supposed to leave soon, you know."
She turned back to look at the falling flakes. "Yeah. . . I know. I just wanted to enjoy the snow a little longer."
"You could've done that while helping us pack. . ." he suggested in a serious voice. But the mischievous smile wouldn't fade from his face.
She didn't even bother to look at him. "Oh, shut up. It's not like you were helping either."
"Hey, I'm the Captain. My job is to supervise."
"Lazy bum. . ."
"At least I get the job done. I'd like to see you handle my crew."
She turned back to him and with raised eyebrows. "I bet you I could handle them a lot better than you can."
He smirked. "Wanna bet?"
"No need to. I already know they like me a whole lot better than they like you."
"Says who?"
"I've seen the results of the poll they had last month. Sig won first place and I got second."
"You're lying." But he was frowning slightly.
"Afraid not, Captain. Wanna ask Franz or Bingo?"
". . . No. And stop giggling."
She did, but the laughter was still in her voice. "Sorry. But that'll teach you to sneak up on me."
"Tch. Fine." He looked away.
"Aw, come on, Bart," she began, leaning forward in her seat to look at his averted face. "No need to get sulky."
"I don't sulk," he muttered.
"No," she agreed, "you just pout."
"I don't do that either!" His glare was just as sharp as hers had been a moment before.
"Actually, you don't, but I do love to get you annoyed."
He snorted and shook his head rufully, a smile tugging at his lips stubbornly. ". . . You're a rare one, Margie."
"Yeah, I know." She grinned. Then she closed her eyes when he drapped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. "Hmm, that feels good. . . So, why are you getting all soft on me? Admit defeat, do you?"
"Margie, you do realize that with my arm around you the way it is, I could choke you if I wanted to, right?"
"You wouldn't dare," she yawned, leaning against him and pulling her feet off the snow covered ground to rest beside her on the bench.
He looked down at her and studied her carefully. Her eyes were blinking sleepily at the snow and her hair so close to his face smelled like. . . rasberries today. He felt his heart trip once again like it had that time weeks ago that he'd been carrying her to the tub and she had murmured his name in her sleep. Just like the time he'd seen her unconscious and bandaged on that hospital bed that first time after her attack. He could _never_ lose her. Not ever. When he spoke, his voice didn't sound as playful as he wanted it to.
". . . Nah, I guess not. The who would I tease unmercifully?"
But she didn't notice. She just closed her eyes and snuggled closer to his warmth. "One of the things I love about you is how sweet you can be sometimes. . ."
". . . Thanks. . . I think. . ."
For a while after that, they remained quiet, just watching as the snow continued falling around them and on them.
~Now's the time~ his mind urged. ~Do it now, or you never will!~
Nervous, Bart ran a gloved hand through his hair and scattered the feathery flakes that clung to his golden locks. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt this nervous. . . but he couldn't. Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and forced himself to start talking.
"Hey, Margie," he murmured.
"Hmm." She didn't look up at him.
"Um, remember that time a few weeks ago in Nisan when told us that you were coming to Shevat with Ramsus, and then you asked if you could have a ride on the Yggdrassil?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, um, after you came back from your little walk, you found me in your house and then you made me fall from my chair. . ."
"Oh no, you fell on your own. You were the one leaning your chair back and. . ." Suddenly, her grin faded and she sat up, turning to stare at him. Her eyes narrowed on him and he squirmed in his seat. "Yeah, and if I remember correctly, you were hiding something from me, weren't you? You promised you'd show it to me later. . . and you never did. . ."
He cleared his throat. "Yes, well, that's what I want--"
"It's later now, Bart," she interrupted him. With a sly grin, she leaned over and kissed him lightly. "And I hardly think you should be hiding things from me now."
He fidgeted and looked away from her direct look. Deus, she had to make this harder than it already was, didn't she? "Margie, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. . ."
"So, let's talk," she urged. She turned on the bench so she could sit crosslegged on it and face him directly.
With a sigh, he faced her too, stradling the bench and reaching into his coat to take it out of his vest pocket. She took the small box out of his hands before he could open it.
With an impish grin (he'd rubbed off on her), she opened the small little white marble box and looked inside curiously. Then he saw the grin fade, replaced by genuine surprise.
"Like it?" he asked quietly.
She looked up and stared at him with wide eyes. "Bart, it's beautiful," she breathed, looking down at the ring in the box. It was simple, yet beautiful. A gold band crowned by a sapphire teardrop and two tiny diamond teardrops on either side of it, their pointed tips facing outward. The sapphire gave a quiet shimmer, while the diamonds looked like white fire against the black velvet the ring was resting on. She looked up at him again. "Where did you get this. . .?"
He smiled a little. "From the Palace vault. After we got rid of Shakhan, there were a lot of things that needed sorting, including the family jewels." He grinned a little at that. But then he grew sober again. "I found that with my Mother's personal stuff. It was. . . the ring my Father gave her on their engagement ball."
Margie licked her dry lips and held the box with even more reverance. "Bart, this must be. . . priceless for you. . ." She looked up and studied his serious face. "So, you've been carrying this around with you?"
"Yeah." He looked down at the bench. "When I found it, it got me thinking. . ."
"About your parents?" she asked softly.
"Yeah. But about other stuff, too."
When he didn't look up at her, she turned back to study the ring in her hands. "Well, I can honestly say that this is one of the most precious jewels in Aveh. Somewhere up there in the ranks of the Fatima Jasper." She smiled, but when he finally looked up, his gaze was serious. "What is it, Bart?" she asked gently. She knew how hard it was to get reminded that your parents weren't with you anymore.
"After I found it, I. . . kept on thinking about you." He tried to gauge her reaction, but all he could see was her eyes widen a little. He continued quietly. "I thought about you so much, and at the time I couldn't figure out how you were tied with the ring. But when I saw you in Nisan again, I think I got an idea of what you meant to me. Nothing really revealing, or I would've told you then that I wanted us to be more than friends. But it wasn't until you kissed me on the Yggdrassil that it really hit me. I denied it at first. Not because I didn't want to be with you, but because you made me feel things so much stronger than I expected them to be. And then you got hurt when we arrived here in Shevat, and I realized that if I kept denying it, I would lose you. Not to some monster, but just to my plain stubborness. . . I knew that I finally needed to tell you how deep my feelings went. . ."
Margie forced herself to breathe. It was hard at first, but eventually, she got her body to function normally again. She swallowed and looked down at her hands. Her eyes focused on the ring there and she was forced to swallow again.
"And you already told me yesterday that you loved me," she murmured, looking back up at him. But he frowned.
"But that isn't enough," he muttered.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, uncrossing her legs.
"Don't you see, Margie?" he asked, scooting closer to her and taking the box from her hands. He set it down carefully between them, then took her hand and began pulling off her glove. "I don't just love you, I want to stay with you forever. I want us to always be together. . ." When he began taking the ring out of the box, she felt a sob escape her. When he slipped the ring on her finger, she felt the warmth of her tears run down her face. She could barely see him through her blurred vision, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was completely serious. "Margie, I want us to get married."
She couldn't believe it. He had just told her that. . . he wanted to marry her! Bart, the man she had thought would never settle!
She wiped her tears away with her gloved hand and looked down at the ring on her finger. Then she looked up at him, her eyebrows raised incredously, but her voice extremely happy. "You do know that I'm not going to marry you anytime soon? We're both too--"
"I know we're both too young," he interrupted, grinning at her response. "But I want it to happen someday." He reached out and cupped her flushed face in his gloved hands gently. "Margie, you're the most precious person in my life. I think we've always had a connection, a bond that we've only recently realized was there. This ring will just help strengthen that tie between us."
She smiled as he kissed her cold lips, warming them with his own. Then she began laughing as he pulled away. A combination of laughter and sobs as she stared at the ring again. When she looked up at him, she stood up and went over to him to settle down on his lap and hold him tightly.
"Happy, Margie?" he whispered, his fingers playing with her loose hair.
"Yes, Bart. Happier than I've been in a long time. There's just one problem," she murmured against his scarf.
With a frown, he pulled her away to look at her face. "What?"
She smiled at him adoringly. "You forgot to get down on your knees, love."
He groaned and looked up at the sky helplessly as she giggled and pulled his face down so she could kiss him fully.
THE END ^_^
*sniffle* So, that was it, people. Hope you all enjoyed reading the very first fic I wrote. It turned out to be longer than expected, but I had fun! Hope you all did also in reading it. ^_^ But I swear, I couldn't have done it without all of you out there who read this and reviewed it and kept me going! I love you all! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and special thanks to:
Yen and Yumei: You two gave me great inspiration in your own ways, which I'm sure you're not aware of. ^_^ People out there, read these two author's Xenofics! They're GOOD!
Justin Asselstine: My best reviewer. Thanks for all of your nice commentaries! And keep on the lookout for the sequel! All of you keep an eye out for it!
Aaron, LunarBlade, and Janis: The people who urged me to at least take a second look over my chapters and see if I could correct a few mistakes. Although, mistakes still run rampant in them. . . ^_^
Romantica, Kari Kamiya, and invisible girl: You three fellow women sure know how to make a writer feel good about what she's writing, even if my fic was all mushy and didn't fit the dark mood of the actual game.
And last, but not least! Thanks to all my other reviewers: Una, m, Leena Aki, kenisha, Kate Barancik, Kay, RaichuTec, Marina, Jefcat, Cythen, Miyu, ragemaiden, yuuki, URUQuai15, A-chan, Guardian Kysra, Azrel, Kuroi Engel, and Bulma 4 Veggie! You guys are the best!!
Love-
Shadow Angel (aww, sniffle)
This last chapter is dedicated to Yumei, one of the better Xenofic author's out there and one of the sweetest people! Hope you like this mushy chapter, Yumei! ^_^
*Disclaimer*: Xenogears belongs to Squaresoft, although that is in question right now. I heard something about Namco. . .
Chapter Fifteen
Bart watched absentmindedly as the crew packed all the stuff back into the Yggdrassil. He wasn't paying much attention as he stood there with his arms crossed and the snow flakes falling around him in a feathery rain. All he could think about was that Peace Treaty Ramsus had talked about. They had already made the decision last night to ask for the Treaty to cover all the nations before signing it. That had been the smartest thing to do. Even Ramsus had agreed. Now, it was time to head back home. . .
Not until someone cleared their throat near him did he finally blink and shake his head, getting his mind back on track. He glanced over and saw no one there. Scowling, he was about to go back to his brooding (he'd been doing a lot of that lately), when he heard another "ahem". Below him.
He glanced down to see the little pink furball that was Chu-Chu frowning up at him with her annoyingly cute green eyes. He still couldn't figure out how Margie had confused this little thing with a stuffed animal. She showed her emotions so clearly. Like right now. Annoyance was clearly written on her furry face.
"What's up, Chu-Chu?" he asked absently, turning back to the cargo.
"Bart, have chu not noticed?" she demanded in an irritated little voice.
"No. What are you talking about?"
"Margie's missing."
"She is? Since when?" Bart asked, not really alarmed.
"Since after breakfast this morning. She didn't show up to the get-chugether Elly planned for the girls to say goodbye to Queen Zephyr. We've looked, but we can't find her. Have you seen her?"
"Not since last night," Bart murmured. Taking a wild guess, Bart glanced up to his left at the balcony they had spent yesterday morning in.
"Well, what should we do, Bart? What do you want me chu do?" Chu-Chu asked, staring up at him hopefully. "I don't want chu leave her behind. Sister Agnes would kill us!"
"Don't worry 'bout it, furball," Bart reassured. "I'll find her. I think I know where she's at."
As he began heading for the entrance to Shevat, he reached into his coat and fingered his inner vest pocket. Something told him he might as well do it now.
With his heart pounding harder than he'd like to admit, he hurried inside and began heading down the corridor to the balcony.
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"Too lazy to go help?"
He had the satisfaction of watching her jump in her seat on an old piece of concrete.
"Oh!" Turning, she glared at him with her sapphire eyes. "Bart, I wish you wouldn't do that! You startled me!"
He grinned cheekily and made his way toward her. "Heh, you're such an easy target. Scoot over, would you. Hey, remember that time in the Masoleum? I think you must've jumped five feet when I tapped you on the shoulder."
Close by, her glare was a lot more potent, he noticed with a slight smile. Luckily, he was immune to it.
"It was dark, you oaf! And besides, you're not supposed to sneak up on people like that. You'd think that living around such gentlemen as Maison and Sigurd would teach you some manners. . ."
"Nah, they can be bigger jerks than I am if they wanted to. Where do you think I learned all my pranks from as a kid?"
"I thought you were just naturally born a jerk. . ." she quipped, smiling as he reached down and tucked her hand in his casually.
"Funny, O' Great Mother. So, what where you doing here all alone? We're supposed to leave soon, you know."
She turned back to look at the falling flakes. "Yeah. . . I know. I just wanted to enjoy the snow a little longer."
"You could've done that while helping us pack. . ." he suggested in a serious voice. But the mischievous smile wouldn't fade from his face.
She didn't even bother to look at him. "Oh, shut up. It's not like you were helping either."
"Hey, I'm the Captain. My job is to supervise."
"Lazy bum. . ."
"At least I get the job done. I'd like to see you handle my crew."
She turned back to him and with raised eyebrows. "I bet you I could handle them a lot better than you can."
He smirked. "Wanna bet?"
"No need to. I already know they like me a whole lot better than they like you."
"Says who?"
"I've seen the results of the poll they had last month. Sig won first place and I got second."
"You're lying." But he was frowning slightly.
"Afraid not, Captain. Wanna ask Franz or Bingo?"
". . . No. And stop giggling."
She did, but the laughter was still in her voice. "Sorry. But that'll teach you to sneak up on me."
"Tch. Fine." He looked away.
"Aw, come on, Bart," she began, leaning forward in her seat to look at his averted face. "No need to get sulky."
"I don't sulk," he muttered.
"No," she agreed, "you just pout."
"I don't do that either!" His glare was just as sharp as hers had been a moment before.
"Actually, you don't, but I do love to get you annoyed."
He snorted and shook his head rufully, a smile tugging at his lips stubbornly. ". . . You're a rare one, Margie."
"Yeah, I know." She grinned. Then she closed her eyes when he drapped his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close. "Hmm, that feels good. . . So, why are you getting all soft on me? Admit defeat, do you?"
"Margie, you do realize that with my arm around you the way it is, I could choke you if I wanted to, right?"
"You wouldn't dare," she yawned, leaning against him and pulling her feet off the snow covered ground to rest beside her on the bench.
He looked down at her and studied her carefully. Her eyes were blinking sleepily at the snow and her hair so close to his face smelled like. . . rasberries today. He felt his heart trip once again like it had that time weeks ago that he'd been carrying her to the tub and she had murmured his name in her sleep. Just like the time he'd seen her unconscious and bandaged on that hospital bed that first time after her attack. He could _never_ lose her. Not ever. When he spoke, his voice didn't sound as playful as he wanted it to.
". . . Nah, I guess not. The who would I tease unmercifully?"
But she didn't notice. She just closed her eyes and snuggled closer to his warmth. "One of the things I love about you is how sweet you can be sometimes. . ."
". . . Thanks. . . I think. . ."
For a while after that, they remained quiet, just watching as the snow continued falling around them and on them.
~Now's the time~ his mind urged. ~Do it now, or you never will!~
Nervous, Bart ran a gloved hand through his hair and scattered the feathery flakes that clung to his golden locks. He tried to remember the last time he'd felt this nervous. . . but he couldn't. Shaking his head, he took a deep breath and forced himself to start talking.
"Hey, Margie," he murmured.
"Hmm." She didn't look up at him.
"Um, remember that time a few weeks ago in Nisan when told us that you were coming to Shevat with Ramsus, and then you asked if you could have a ride on the Yggdrassil?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Well, um, after you came back from your little walk, you found me in your house and then you made me fall from my chair. . ."
"Oh no, you fell on your own. You were the one leaning your chair back and. . ." Suddenly, her grin faded and she sat up, turning to stare at him. Her eyes narrowed on him and he squirmed in his seat. "Yeah, and if I remember correctly, you were hiding something from me, weren't you? You promised you'd show it to me later. . . and you never did. . ."
He cleared his throat. "Yes, well, that's what I want--"
"It's later now, Bart," she interrupted him. With a sly grin, she leaned over and kissed him lightly. "And I hardly think you should be hiding things from me now."
He fidgeted and looked away from her direct look. Deus, she had to make this harder than it already was, didn't she? "Margie, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. . ."
"So, let's talk," she urged. She turned on the bench so she could sit crosslegged on it and face him directly.
With a sigh, he faced her too, stradling the bench and reaching into his coat to take it out of his vest pocket. She took the small box out of his hands before he could open it.
With an impish grin (he'd rubbed off on her), she opened the small little white marble box and looked inside curiously. Then he saw the grin fade, replaced by genuine surprise.
"Like it?" he asked quietly.
She looked up and stared at him with wide eyes. "Bart, it's beautiful," she breathed, looking down at the ring in the box. It was simple, yet beautiful. A gold band crowned by a sapphire teardrop and two tiny diamond teardrops on either side of it, their pointed tips facing outward. The sapphire gave a quiet shimmer, while the diamonds looked like white fire against the black velvet the ring was resting on. She looked up at him again. "Where did you get this. . .?"
He smiled a little. "From the Palace vault. After we got rid of Shakhan, there were a lot of things that needed sorting, including the family jewels." He grinned a little at that. But then he grew sober again. "I found that with my Mother's personal stuff. It was. . . the ring my Father gave her on their engagement ball."
Margie licked her dry lips and held the box with even more reverance. "Bart, this must be. . . priceless for you. . ." She looked up and studied his serious face. "So, you've been carrying this around with you?"
"Yeah." He looked down at the bench. "When I found it, it got me thinking. . ."
"About your parents?" she asked softly.
"Yeah. But about other stuff, too."
When he didn't look up at her, she turned back to study the ring in her hands. "Well, I can honestly say that this is one of the most precious jewels in Aveh. Somewhere up there in the ranks of the Fatima Jasper." She smiled, but when he finally looked up, his gaze was serious. "What is it, Bart?" she asked gently. She knew how hard it was to get reminded that your parents weren't with you anymore.
"After I found it, I. . . kept on thinking about you." He tried to gauge her reaction, but all he could see was her eyes widen a little. He continued quietly. "I thought about you so much, and at the time I couldn't figure out how you were tied with the ring. But when I saw you in Nisan again, I think I got an idea of what you meant to me. Nothing really revealing, or I would've told you then that I wanted us to be more than friends. But it wasn't until you kissed me on the Yggdrassil that it really hit me. I denied it at first. Not because I didn't want to be with you, but because you made me feel things so much stronger than I expected them to be. And then you got hurt when we arrived here in Shevat, and I realized that if I kept denying it, I would lose you. Not to some monster, but just to my plain stubborness. . . I knew that I finally needed to tell you how deep my feelings went. . ."
Margie forced herself to breathe. It was hard at first, but eventually, she got her body to function normally again. She swallowed and looked down at her hands. Her eyes focused on the ring there and she was forced to swallow again.
"And you already told me yesterday that you loved me," she murmured, looking back up at him. But he frowned.
"But that isn't enough," he muttered.
"What do you mean?" she whispered, uncrossing her legs.
"Don't you see, Margie?" he asked, scooting closer to her and taking the box from her hands. He set it down carefully between them, then took her hand and began pulling off her glove. "I don't just love you, I want to stay with you forever. I want us to always be together. . ." When he began taking the ring out of the box, she felt a sob escape her. When he slipped the ring on her finger, she felt the warmth of her tears run down her face. She could barely see him through her blurred vision, but she could tell by the tone of his voice that he was completely serious. "Margie, I want us to get married."
She couldn't believe it. He had just told her that. . . he wanted to marry her! Bart, the man she had thought would never settle!
She wiped her tears away with her gloved hand and looked down at the ring on her finger. Then she looked up at him, her eyebrows raised incredously, but her voice extremely happy. "You do know that I'm not going to marry you anytime soon? We're both too--"
"I know we're both too young," he interrupted, grinning at her response. "But I want it to happen someday." He reached out and cupped her flushed face in his gloved hands gently. "Margie, you're the most precious person in my life. I think we've always had a connection, a bond that we've only recently realized was there. This ring will just help strengthen that tie between us."
She smiled as he kissed her cold lips, warming them with his own. Then she began laughing as he pulled away. A combination of laughter and sobs as she stared at the ring again. When she looked up at him, she stood up and went over to him to settle down on his lap and hold him tightly.
"Happy, Margie?" he whispered, his fingers playing with her loose hair.
"Yes, Bart. Happier than I've been in a long time. There's just one problem," she murmured against his scarf.
With a frown, he pulled her away to look at her face. "What?"
She smiled at him adoringly. "You forgot to get down on your knees, love."
He groaned and looked up at the sky helplessly as she giggled and pulled his face down so she could kiss him fully.
THE END ^_^
*sniffle* So, that was it, people. Hope you all enjoyed reading the very first fic I wrote. It turned out to be longer than expected, but I had fun! Hope you all did also in reading it. ^_^ But I swear, I couldn't have done it without all of you out there who read this and reviewed it and kept me going! I love you all! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, and special thanks to:
Yen and Yumei: You two gave me great inspiration in your own ways, which I'm sure you're not aware of. ^_^ People out there, read these two author's Xenofics! They're GOOD!
Justin Asselstine: My best reviewer. Thanks for all of your nice commentaries! And keep on the lookout for the sequel! All of you keep an eye out for it!
Aaron, LunarBlade, and Janis: The people who urged me to at least take a second look over my chapters and see if I could correct a few mistakes. Although, mistakes still run rampant in them. . . ^_^
Romantica, Kari Kamiya, and invisible girl: You three fellow women sure know how to make a writer feel good about what she's writing, even if my fic was all mushy and didn't fit the dark mood of the actual game.
And last, but not least! Thanks to all my other reviewers: Una, m, Leena Aki, kenisha, Kate Barancik, Kay, RaichuTec, Marina, Jefcat, Cythen, Miyu, ragemaiden, yuuki, URUQuai15, A-chan, Guardian Kysra, Azrel, Kuroi Engel, and Bulma 4 Veggie! You guys are the best!!
Love-
Shadow Angel (aww, sniffle)