Part III | Chapter 7
They sat on a small restaurant in one of the old streets of Kiku. On this side of town, the modern steel buildings hadn't invaded the traditional wooden houses. Gohama continued to look out the window, her gaze following the line of machiya running down the street. They reminded her of one of Buki's neighbourhoods, the one where the clan Ashikaga had had their shops full of crafted sharp weapons. The famous weapons of Bukigakure that had given its name to the village. Kyura –the ones who moulded chakra–, Minake –the ones who moulded snow– and Ashikaga –the ones who moulded metal– had formed an alliance and created the hidden village.
The food arrived and Gohama pulled herself back to the table. She had to entertain herself with something and the only thing was the Copy-nin in front of her. He had forced her out of her pillow's embrace that morning, he now had the duty to at least acknowledge her.
Her hand reached for his book and lowered it away from his eye's view. It followed the movement of her hand as if it that had offended him
"It's rude to force a girl on a date and spend it reading porn." He just looked at her with an unimpressed expression. "It's my first date." She pouted.
"I very much doubt that."
Gohama let him pull his book back to its rightful place in front of his face. "Oh, you think I'm that popular with men?"
Kakashi's eye gained that subtle impish gleam it always did, even during battles, when he had people exactly where he wanted them. "Not really, this just isn't a date." And then the self-satisfied expression.
Gohama kicked him under the table. "Well, we know of at least a man who I'm very popular with." She commented with a careless movement of her chopsticks as she ate a piece of her sushi.
That was enough to rip that smirk oof his face. Maybe she had been a little cruel, Kakashi had only been harmlessly bantering. They settled for eating, Gohama turned slightly to the side so he could have his privacy. When she saw his cleaned plate, she straightened back to look at him.
"You're looking at me like a cat looks at its chewing toy." He narrowed his eye. "I don't like cats."
"So you're that type of dog person." He shrugged. "The Yellow Flash" His shoulders hesitated mid movement, he had definitely tensed "what was he to you?"
"He was my Hokage."
"He was more than that. I saw the way your eyes sparkled when I talked about him."
The two had passed next to a stand of weapons, a mixture of nin and civilian ones. One was the signature tool of Namizake Minato, the three-pointed kunai. It was a common counterfeited weapon. He had been a hero of the Third Shinobi War, every kid in Buki had wanted one of those icons to play with.
Gohama had been one of them and she still had a fake one somewhere in her bedroom at the Arms. A birthday gift from one of her distant uncles that had wanted to cajole Father. At four or five years old, she had loved the present, exhibited it to the jealous and awed kids at the park where they used to play ninja. The realisation of what intentions those presents had behind them had come later, when she was around six years old. Then, she started giving them to kids who couldn't buy them.
When she had thrown a comment about the kunai, Kakashi had actually asked more questions. And she had answered them, careful in scrutinizing the small inflections of his eye.
"Who was he to you? A cousin? A friend?" He continued to read. "You know, you're supposed to tell something about yourself to your date. That's the whole point of a date. Unless…" her lips spread into a smirk. "he was a lover."
This time he sent her a threatening glare. "He was my sensei." Her comment had worked.
"Really? The Yellow Flash was your sensei?" she asked with genuine surprise and a little bit of wonder too. "Who would have thought, that's actually cool."
He dropped his book and laid it on the table. "I'm very cool, Gohama."
"Of course you are," she said with playful patronising "but the Yellow Flash was cooler, even if you're probably a better shinobi now than he used to be."
Kakashi scoffed. "You say that because you've never seen the Yellow Flash in action."
"No, I haven't, but I can imagine how it was like. It's true, blinding speed is useful but it becomes completely powerless if you can never hit the target. The Flash wouldn't be able to win against a master of the Kyura bloodline limit."
He quirked an eyebrow at this. "And are you that master?"
"Not yet." She answer truthful and brought a piece of sushi into her mouth. "But you're still the only one that doesn't see my potential. I have to admit that it is annoying."
"The problem with potential is that it means nothing in the field." Hadn't she proven her worth in the missions she had taken for Konoha?
Gohama ate another piece of her sushi. It wasn't half bad but still nothing compared to the freshness of Snow's fish. Definitely a hundred times better than Konoha's though, a Village right in the middle of the Land called Fire. She was surprised it didn't arrive rotten.
"Well, I have found another type of power to compensate."
"And what is this new found power?" He asked with both amusement and interest. Was he that oblivious to the tone of her words? The man had Icha Icha as his sacred book.
Gohama leaned in towards him, her voice low and conspiratorial. "There's a moment when men are the most vulnerable." She looked at him and Kakashi finally caught up to her line of conversation. He shifted his gaze to his cup of tea and drank it through the mask. That would never stop disgusting her. "Men are most vulnerable when they come." Kakashi just looked at her blankly, tensely. "And some of them like to throw their heads back and expose their throats;"
Hansuke hadn't thrown his head back. Gohama had, her neck following the arc of her back, and he had watched her. When he couldn't hold any longer, he had buried his face in her neck and shoulder. Gohama had held on onto his shoulders and hair and Hansuke had held on onto her back and waist.
"perfect for me…" Her hand reached for his neck and Kakashi caught her wrist before it could touch him. Still, she had seen the late reaction, she was getting to him. Her fingers stretched and she brushed one over his carotid, too fast to take in his heartbeat. "…to slice them."
Gohama pulled her hand back to her chopsticks and continued with her lunch. She really didn't know why she had given him that little act, he seemed to be taking it seriously. If she could, Gohama would never take a seduction mission again.
"That's probably why you're celibate. Better not to risk it, right?"
"I'm not celibate." He mumbled, "There's other ways to make sure you won't get your throat sliced."
Gohama raised her eyebrows at the implication. "Kinky."
"Very." He entertained himself with looking at his tea. "Is that your plan with Dazai?"
"You've seen the guy yesterday. He's an S-rank nin with jonin bodyguards. I've never met anyone more paranoid than him. There's no way it'll be that simple."
"You're one to talk," he joked "I've seen the seals around your apartment."
"You should have them too." She answered seriously. "Homes give a fake sense of safety. No Villages' security is unbreakable." The one that served as proof went unsaid.
All the teasing vanished from his expression. His eyelid dropped even further over his eye. In its darkness there was only one shade, one Gohama had learned to read effortlessly in him. Guilt.
The evening settled with a numb cloak over Gohama. She could change into flirtatious excitement, that was all she needed to continue the mission. Gohama chose a crimson tight dress that ended on her mid-thigh. It was provocative. The ideal choice to let Dazai know she was going to have sex with him that night. Kakashi dressed the same as the night before.
The missing nin was already waiting for them at the casino bar. Two body guards beside him. Gohama could sense their strong chakra, lightning and water, fire and earth.
"Gohama, you look stunning." Dazai said, his eyes always with the same violent hunger. She thanked while slipping her hand onto his arm. "I have something prepared for us tonight. How do you like to dance, my Kyura?"
"Very much."
"Then, I'm taking you to a club I help run. One of the best in all Five Nations."
She squeezed his arm, showing her excitement. He settled his hand on her waist and they all walked away, towards a limousine. He sat her flush against him. She couldn't be indifferent to his touches and his glances. It disgusted her and it drowned her in shame. Gohama hadn't felt such deep killing intent on a mission before.
Usually she killed out of duty and obligation, sometimes survival. But on this mission, her blood revolted against his lechery over it, desired nothing more than to have his own spilling out of his throat onto the hands that had made the cut. Gohama had imagined the various ways she would kill him. Dazai had awakened the sadistic beast in her. She knew it was there, latent and dormant inside of her, reserved only for the ones that had destroyed the Arms. It had shocked her to see glimpses of it over Dazai, from when he touched her or looked at her. A sadistic rage and wildness as it whispered "Kill him. Kill him." Once it was time, she would let it free.
Dazai leaned over her shoulder and she could feel his moist breath on her ear. She forced down a retch.
"You're eyes remind me of your father."
She didn't let the jerk of her stomach show through her muscles. She couldn't push a pleased or teasing reaction. Her body tensed up and she remembered how differently it had felt when Kakashi had commented on it. Dazai's tone was aggressive and hateful. She glanced over at the silver haired teammate, searching for the same comfort and distraction he had given her when they had danced, when he had said those same words. But his eyes were lost on his book. She should be glad someone else saw her father in her, she had always wished to be like him. However, the malice in Dazai's remark made her desire for his spilled blood burn. "Kill him. Kill him."
"Don't worry. I hated him, it's true. But I like you." his voice became low and heated, always the same latent violence. "I want you."
"You want me even when I remind you of someone you hate?"
"It only makes me want you more."
Fuck, he was sick. Gohama couldn't rule the shiver of disgust and fear that shook through her skin. She passed it as excitement as she gasped his thigh. Turning herself towards him, she played with his collar.
"What makes you want me so much?" she asked seductively.
Again, he neared his mouth to her ear. "Your eyes." he said as he stared at them and went back to whisper to her neck "your skin" he bit her throat "your hair" he gripped it strongly and sniffed it "Your name and blood. The daughter of the Yukikage. The last of the Kyura."
She pushed him away slightly, forcing herself not to run away or stab him. Even if that killed him in an instant, the other jonin inside the car would finish them off, or at least seriously injure them, before they could escape.
"What did my father do to you?" she asked with amusement.
"He ruined some businesses of mine in Snow." he explained with a dismissive tone. "Almost killed me." he chuckled dangerously, victoriously. "But now he's the one who's dead. And you're here, soaking for me."
It was more than she had suspected. His fetish came both from the idea of ruling a Kyura and of revenging on her father. He had been too powerful for Dazai to threaten him in life. Now dead, Dazai could have his revenge by taking his daughter. The fact that she was the last of one of the most powerful clans only incinerated his vicious desire. If they had sex she would have to find a way of taking the lead. If he were to gain it, he would beat her up. A cold hand wrapped around her. Fear. She was, for the first time, scared of him.
The club was packed, hot and loud. The VIP area was slightly bearable. Gohama had never been keen of nightclubs. She automatically moved towards the bar and Dazai followed her. He obviously bought her every drink. He had ordered the staff to put her drinks on his tab. After some more flirting, he asked her to dance. She had to accept.
She watched as Kakashi walked away from them. She couldn't understand him. He had been there that morning but now that she needed him he was somewhere else. He wouldn't leave her side, protecting her was his mission, but he seemed far away. Gohama needed his reassuring presence. After all his attempts to push her away from this mission, when it actually came to helping her, he just didn't care. What a maddening man.
The throbbing beat of the music thrust into her chest. Dazai took her waist, luckily he chose to leave some distance between them, and moved her at the rhythm of the music. The noise and thrusting beat was excruciating. It made her dizzy above the drinks she had had. The scotch had numbed her thoughts. She let her body flow with Dazai's moves. She closed her eyes, pretending to enjoy the music, while trying to escape from what was happening. Still, her nerves were over sensitive to his preying touches. She fought the impulse of pushing him away, as he slid her onto him. His pulsating desire pressed onto her stomach. It was too overwhelming. The moistness of his sweat on her chest. The smell of his drunken breath and dizzying cologne. His chakra, engulfing her with its threatening energy and crushing force. His grinding movements against her body. The possessive grip on her waist, sliding onto her butt. All a prelude to what was coming next.
"No. No. Not here." she said playfully, as she pushed his hands back to her waist.
Gohama controlled her urge to break his wrist. If she did it, he would kill her in an instant. She would fail the mission. The mission, her first S-rank. She felt renewed strength, she would take this with compliant acting. This was good. Her numbness was coming back.
Too soon, it was cut through by a guttural groan as he rubbed himself on her. She gave in to her impulse and tried to push away slightly, but his tight grip jailed her. All that was left was to endure.
She let her gaze roam above his shoulder through the club, trying to distract herself. Everyone was drunk and horny. She couldn't understand the appeal of it all. Being horny for a random person on a club was foreign to her. Only the drunkenness made sense. She really needed another drink. There were some lonely people at the bar. And Kakashi. He was watching them. He was finally there. This was a mission, why did she still fucking needed him to be there?
Her dancing became more provocative. Dazai seemed to appreciate it. She turned them around. Now, her back was towards her teammate. She swayed her hips and they flowed at the bit of the music. She glanced over her shoulder. He was still watching.
Now it was time to turn back to face him. Kakashi hadn't turned his gaze away, Gohama thought he would out of embarrassment, but she could see by his tense stance that he was uncomfortable. So, he wasn't backing down from her challenge. The pants and groans on her ear became more eager, the friction of their fabrics making Dazai harder. She ignored him and kept looking at the Copy-nin.
The man behind her started running his hands onto her chest and the inside of her thighs. That was probably something Kakashi wouldn't bear to watch, but she also couldn't, no matter how sweet a victory tasted. "If you're a good boy and wait, I'll make it up to you."
"But I'm fucking bad." the husky and trembling tone crept into her spine.
His hands, however, moved towards her hips, so he could grind her better against himself. He became more avid and clumsy. He was going to come. A shiver made her jerk away from his contact. She played it as teasing. "You're not allowed to come yet. I'm going to get a drink."
She left the man and went towards Kakashi. She didn't look at him, standing by his side and ordering a scotch. She could feel him twitch as she grazed him.
"Do you want a drink?" she casually asked him.
"What the hell was that?" he hissed, closer to her so she could hear.
"Me doing my mission."
"Does your mission involve picking on me?"
"No, but it's entertaining."
"Then find another way to entertain yourself." His tone was cold with a slight pinch of irritation. She scoffed at him, behind her drink. "What?"
She was leaning her back onto the bar, looking at the dance floor, and he was staring at her. She downed her drink. "I don't get you."
"There's no need to."
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Copy-nin. It's perfectly normal to be turned on by people dancing provocatively."
He pressed his hand onto his eyes and let it brush through his face. "I'm not turned on." She laughed mockingly and he shot her a glare. "Well, if it's perfectly normal then why weren't you turned on by Dazai?"
"How could you possibly know if I'm not?" He tapped his nose. "That's disgusting!" she gasped and shoved his shoulder harshly.
"I can't help it."
"Is your sense of smell that good?"
"Mm."
"That has to be awkward sometimes. And we're ninja, everyone sweats a lot." She looked over at his face with a new perspective. "Is that what the mask is for?" Kakashi nodded. "Definitely not. You wouldn't just give that information away so freely." She took her whiskey to her lips when realisation dawned on her. "Aah. So, that's why you always know when I try to sneak up on you. Even with perfectly masked chakra." A mischievous smile twisted her lips. "That's useful information."
"There goes my peace and quiet." He mumbled.
"So, what do I smell like?"
"I will ignore the inappropriate question."
"Why? It's just smell. And I do remember telling you what your chakra like felt like to me, so you owe me."
"Well, Go-chan, you should have thought better before giving the information away freely."
She shrugged. "I'll just ask Pak—shit, he's coming back. Come dance." she pulled his hand, but he fought it.
"No."
"It's not like we haven't danced before."
"It's different."
"Kakashi, I don't care. Danzai was practically masturbating against my butt just now."
"Don't say things like that."
"Like what?"
"So blatantly."
"Since when are you so sensitive? Just stop being twitchy and bring me another drink."
He complied with a grunt and allowed himself to be led onto the dance floor. Gohama suddenly bumped into a hard chest. Dazai. Still, she didn't let go of Kakashi's wrist. The man neared her neck and whispered, "Come with me, Kyura." his tone hostile and demanding.
It had finally come. She couldn't say no. It would only anger him and make him more violent. She didn't want to go. She started to feel dizzy, her feet were heavy but she needed to leave that place. She needed to follow the heat and chakra of the man in front of her, now grasping her arm roughly, breathing onto her cheek. She forgot about the mission. All her being was set on running away.
A soft squeeze of her hand made her come back. She looked at Kakashi. His eye was saying what he had been saying since that day in Tsunade's office. His hold tightened. He was trying to stop her from leaping past the point of no return, that cliff of uncertainty she had been sure she could leap without falling. She was not sure anymore. She would fall and she had to fall. Like Kakashi had done before her and Hansuke. Hansuke… Her heart tightened. Gohama smiled softly, squeezing his hand back. She took the drink he had brought for her and downed it. Her hand let go of Kakashi's.
"I thought you'd never ask." she flirted with Danzai.
He grabbed her waist and pushed her away onto the sea of people.
Kakashi just saw her leave. He stood there, his hand still where she had left it, watching her leave. It had finally come, the point of no return, and she leaped through it. She would fall. Everyone fell.
That mission was going to tear on him. He had thoroughly listen to the disgusting whispers of Dazai in the limousine. But he couldn't look at them, nor at her. Every time he glanced at the way she had dressed for her target, his gut clutched onto itself. She was beautiful and she had to waste that beauty on a vicious sick man. Every time he saw his violent touches on her skin, his heart tightened. She was giving herself to a vicious sick man. But he couldn't turn his eyes away when she had danced with Dazai. The rage that had burned through his nerves, bones, and blood. The wild side of him that ripped through people's hearts demanded, "Kill him."
Then, she had started teasing him. That Gohama… She didn't flirt, she teased. Flirting was meant to please and Kakashi had never seen her try to please anyone. Teasing was meant… Kakashi honestly didn't know why she teased him. Usually he was entertained by her slightly inappropriate comments, throwing some of his own back at her. This time it had been different. The coiling of his stomach… He should have just turned away and it confused him that he hadn't.
Gohama was pretty, he had noticed that long before, but he had never felt any type of attraction. It had been always an innocent appreciation of beauty.
This moment could open a whole other perceptions of her he wasn't ready for. She was Gohama. He had promised her uncle to keep an eye on her. He couldn't deny he had actually gained a bit of fondness for her, but it was mingled in guilt and sympathy and other things he could never understand. He didn't actually want her. She had said so herself, it was perfectly normal for his stomach to stir – thankfully, it had only been his stomach – by a pretty girl dancing and teasing him. He was a man after all.
Kakashi had left the club and was now on the balcony of their hotel room. He would wait for her there. That was all he could do. It was impossible for him to keep tracks on them. His mission was to protect her life, but deep down him, Tsunade and Gohama knew he was there more for support. The most vulnerable Gohama would be was in Dazai's room and he couldn't near it, he couldn't know what was happening, even if his mind ran with the most disturbing scenarios. If he killed her, he wouldn't know until she didn't come back.
He knew she was strong, but he couldn't stop himself from being afraid for her. It would crush her and she would endure it. Still, he didn't want this for her, this fucking mission. He would stay awake even if his thoughts were gnawing on him, even if his concern was breaking him from inside.
His hand moved to his pouch and he took a kunai from it. His grip tight around the leader handle, his muscles ready to drive the blade into flesh. Deep down he knew there was no need for a ready kunai, no need to prepare for anything. Kakashi was just to stay there, inside the room or on the balcony, there was no difference, and do nothing.
He would wait for her. She would come back.
"I should go." Gohama whispered in Dazai's ear, as he was starting to drift asleep.
"Stay the night."
She rolled herself out of the bed, ignoring his clear order. They weren't at a level where he could make demands. Maybe tomorrow the power would slide to him, now it was still dangling between the two. In the end, she would win it back.
Her naked image scorned her with the signs of his fucking. Gohama was sure the wide mirror wall beside the bed was meant for the aftermath. Dazai's own twisted pleasure at seeing the marks he had left, but mostly the woman's reaction to them. For what other reason was he staring at her reflection with those robbing gaze? His touch had already taken enough.
"My teammate is probably worrying and I don't want him being a pain in the ass." She explained while putting back the dress.
"Why would he worry? Are you two fucking?"
Gohama rolled her eyes at his assumption and frowned when she saw the rip on the fabric that rose to her hip. "We're not, but the fact that you're a missing nin he has fought before…"
"…and almost lost…"
"makes him jumpy."
"You two better not be fucking." With a grunt he rose from the bed and walked towards the door "Tomorrow I'll get even for you making me get up." His attempt at what Gohama supposed was teasing only sounded perverted.
"Do you mind if I leave through the window?"
"Why?"
"So he won't wake up. It's less of a pain this way, for me and you."
He made sure to show his displeasure at changing such insignificant thing.
"The chakra shackles will open when you get out. Leave them on the balcony."
Gohama followed him to the window. She could feel Dazai's sperm dripping onto her thigh. Thoroughly, Gohama examined the combination to open the seal in the window. It was a complex one. She would need more than one time to get it. The window was her only way out. The seal on the door required one person from the outside to open. The window only required Dazai's chakra. He opened it and before she slipped out her back hit the wall with a loud thud. He slid his coarse hands across her body and his demanding lips slammed onto her mouth. His harsh tongue ran against hers. When the invasive touch disappeared, Gohama breathed again.
"See you tomorrow night, Kyura."
When she stood onto the balcony, the shackles opened. She tossed them onto the table. Her room was five floors down. She dropped onto the balcony under Dazai's and crouched on the railing, trying to absorb the feel of the night air. But there came no refreshing breeze. Still, she let herself watch the busy city, the metal and lit horizon and the people and cars on the streets.
She felt like filth and dirt. Her body was sticky and moist from the mixture of his sweat and his fluids and her sweat and her fluids. Even his nauseating cologne that made her nose sting had entrenched under her skin. She had been the one leading in the beginning. Dazai hadn't let that last long. His hunger was always violent, his rough grips leeching and his thrusts selfish and stabbing. His skin and mouth and tongue stealing her body.
She should have showed excitement all the way through. However, after the highest point on a jump to the sea, after the adrenaline of the fall had faded and it was just the water pressing heavier and heavier to the bottom, she had let herself drown. The overwhelming disgust over the man and herself made her give in. She stood still and bouncing. Her eyes saw nothing but the wall and her insides took his length with resignation. The body Gohama had spent her whole life training, toning, ruling had betrayed her.
She inhaled the cold air of the grey and flashing city. She had made it through. She now knew what needed to be done to complete the mission. Tomorrow she would let him have her again and, as he would growl into her ear, she would take in every movement of his body, studying his weaknesses and flaws. She had him in her hand, she was winning. He would never see it coming once she killed him. Yes. She sighed, trying to calm herself. It wasn't so bad as long as she would manage to kill him. Her first S-rank mission, her first Jonin mission. She had dreamed of this day. She couldn't be weak now.
His sperm slipping from her underwear down her legs made her shiver. She needed a shower, she needed to clean herself from that night. She dropped four more floors onto her balcony. Fuck. Kakashi was waiting for her. She couldn't face him now. She wanted to be alone.
"Gohama."
She walked inside, ignoring him. She was sure he could smell Dazai on her, so Gohama, lowering her head and wrapping her arms around herself, sped for the bathroom. She was sore and the boiling water comforted her as it fell down her back. Trying to rub the filth away from her skin, she felt she would never be clean again. She eagerly scrubbed until her paleness had turned red. As she tried to wash her dirty flesh, even if she knew the marks wouldn't heal with water and soap, her eyes stung and she scoffed at herself. Pathetic. She threw her clothes onto the garbage. Out of the shower, she just wanted to hide under the covers and left her sinking heart fall asleep.
"We should talk." Kakashi said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Can't you wait for the debriefing tomorrow?"
"Yes, the briefing can be tomorrow. What I'm trying to say is you can talk to me… I'm not good with advice but I can listen." the tenderness of his voice contrasted with what her night had been. It both irritated her pride and made her eyes prickle.
"I'm good." she casually said, pulling the covers over herself.
"I can sleep on the couch if you want."
There it was again. What angered her more was herself for not actually wanting him to sleep in the bed with her. She had let him be right. But in the end, she didn't really care as long as he would leave her alone.
"You can sleep on the bed. Just let me sleep myself."
"I'll be at the balcony."
She felt the mattress's end lift and the window open. Her body unclenched and she blanked her mind. After a while, she couldn't know how long, she sensed another chakra signature and heard small paws clicking on the floor.
"Yo. Kakashi sent me to check on you. You can touch my paws, like the other night."
"Hi, Pakkun. I'm sorry, but no."
"Why? Don't you want to touch them?"
"It's not that. I'm trying to prove a point."
"I don't see why that matters if you want to touch my paws."
"Just some stupid human things… I'm sorry, Pakkun. Maybe some other day. Just go back to Kakashi. And don't tell him what I said, okay? I'll give you some treats."
"I guess so. Are you okay? You smell different."
Gohama cringed at the ninken's innocent words. The shower had not been enough to take Dazai's smell out of her.
"I'm fine." she said cheerfully while petting his head. "See you around."
"Goodnight, Gohama."
She herd the paws click away and pulled the covers over her head, bringing her knees onto her chest.
Gohama came out a little crazy in the first parts of this chapter. She just found a whole side of being a kunoichi and that's messing with her.
About the Land of Snow, if you search Naruto's world map, there's a peninsula between Waterfall and Sound that I had decided to make the Snow country (it doesn't have any name but I think that's probably Iron, the country with samurai). Bukigakure is more or less mid way through the land on the east, not right beside the sea, but still close and the Monastery northwest.
We're at 25 followers! That's pretty cool. This is very OC based, so it's great to see that people are interested. I had my reservations about publishing it in FF because of that. I'm glad I decided to share this story with you. Thank you for reading it!
Have a safe quarantine.
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