Knowing the Stranger
Part II of Stranger
Ryoko laid in her bed. She was currently looking up at the wooden ceiling of the Masaki house, where she was currently a guest. True, she had been living there for quite a while and planed to stay indefinitely, but she was still a guest. Her eyes traveled to a corner of the ceiling, where the wooden pattern was different. That was where she kept her treasures.
Her treasures.
She smiled just thinking about it. Not jewels, gold, or money, as most expected a pirate's treasures to be, but another, more important kind of treasure. Her memories. A journal of some sort and photographs among other things.
She frowned as she decided that she would have to move her little book somewhere else, for her hiding place had been found. She knew, of course, that Tenchi had found her book and read it. It was actually quite obvious. Tenchi might have been a skilled swordsman but he was inexperienced and naive when it came to covering his tracks. He had been careless. He had moved the box from it's original place, left footprints on the dust, and placed the wooden trapdoor in a different pattern. Ryoko knew it had been Tenchi who had found the journal, she knew her other house mates quite well and was sure it couldn't have been anyone else.
Ayeka would have used the journal to mock her (if she actually felt it was worth reading.) Mihoshi was just too simple-minded to find the hiding place, Kiyone would respect her privacy, as would sweet, little Sasami. Washu was much too busy on her experiments, and she had been the one to give Ryoko the book in the first place. Katsuhito was not that kind of person, and if Noboyuki ever found it he would get bored as soon as he realized there wasn't anything interesting in it (i.e. Hentai.) Tenchi was the one and only suspect.
Ryoko wasn't upset, well maybe a tad bit, but she loved Tenchi too much to stay angry at him for long. He had been curious, nothing more. She herself suffered from a severe case of curiosity and couldn't blame him for trying to find out what was written in the book. Still, she didn't want him to read more. She might have been a space pirate but whoever had said that space pirates didn't need privacy? Certainly not her. She treasured it to no end.
Tenchi had acted differently towards her since he had read the journal. Slightly different, true, but different. His eyes seemed much more gentle when he looked at her, and there seemed to be an unspoken question in them. He wouldn't approach her, she knew, for it would be admitting he had defiled the privacy of her thoughts, when he always scolded her for not respecting his privacy. She herself didn't want to have an all out talk with him about what was written in the journal. It meant opening her heart and rendering it defenseless, even if it was for Tenchi.
She didn't want to have to stand in front of him and explain what she had been feeling as she wrote those poems. The entries themselves were heartbreaking, and although a very sweet boy, Tenchi was not exactly the most thoughtful guy in the world. Sakuya had been a good enough proof of that. Ryoko knew he hadn't meant to hurt her or anyone else, but he could be thoughtless at times.
Ryoko stood up. no point in dawdling. She had to face him and tell him she knew what he had been up to. She didn't have to be emotional about it, just stand, talk, and ask him not to go through her stuff again without her consent. That was it.
"I am a strong and proud warrior. I will not fear anything." She told herself sternly. If she said it enough times she might actually believe it. With her back straight and her shoulders set she walked out of the room.
~0~
Tenchi Masaki was sweeping the shrine floors. He was about half-way done.
"Grandpa is a slave driver..." Tenchi muttered dully as he swept. At least it was a beautiful day. He took in the wonderful scenery before him and smiled. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, letting his lungs intake as much fresh air as possible.
That was when he felt a sudden presence behind him. He immediately opened his eyes and he turned around, holding his broom as though it were a sword. His opponent merely arched a delicate eyebrow, her hands on her hips.
"Ryoko." Tenchi breathed. He looked at his "sword" for a second and then lowered the broom to the floor, blushing slightly. "Don't do that, you startled me!" he said.
Ryoko's golden eyes held a smile as she responded. "I know, I was at the receiving end of your formidable weapon. I must say, truly a worrisome sight." she laughed teasingly.
Tenchi blushed much more deeply but didn't utter a word.
"Really, one would think that you would be used to me teleporting by now." she said as she folded her arms in front of her chest.
Tenchi responded something inaudible. He was actually very surprised at Ryoko's teasing. She usually would have clung to him and flirted shamelessly, but not today. Or actually not for a while.
A long while.
That was why he had been startled by her sudden appearance. It was the fact that she hadn't teleported with her arms around his neck that had done the trick. She had been more reserved lately and Tenchi didn't know why, or he didn't want to believe why. He had the nagging suspicion that she knew he had read her journal, but that couldn't be, could it? She would have told him something about it, right? Right?
Ryoko regarded him calmly, studying him. She had noticed how suddenly his attitude had changed. Soooooo..... He was afraid she knew about the journal.... Ryoko let her eyes roam around for a moment and her gaze fell on the cave where Yugi slept. Her golden eyes hardened for a moment, but the emotion flickered away instantly.
'Sorry Tenchi, but we have to discuss this.' she thought. She then turned to him and spoke, her voice calm and collected. "Tenchi, I know you read it."
Tenchi looked at her ashamed and slightly afraid, not of her, but of her words. He didn't pretend to not know what she was talking about, it wouldn't do to keep playing innocent.
Ryoko regarded him, her face unreadable. "Why?" she asked.
Tenchi thought about it only for a minute. "I-I was curious. I found it and I just wanted to know what was in it."
"That's it?" she asked while he merely nodded. She looked away, her face still a mystery.
"Ryoko?" he asked nervously. He continued when she turned to face him. "Are you angry?"
She seemed to think about it for a while, then she responded. "No, not really. I was for a little while. I mean, it was private, you know?" she saw Tenchi wince slightly and resumed talking. "But I had guessed you had been curious, and I probably would have done the same thing." she smiled wanly. "I can't blame you for something I would have done, it would make me a hypocrite and it just wouldn't be right."
Tenchi sighed in relief. She wasn't angry. That put his mind and conscience at ease. He looked at Ryoko, who was still studying him. It made him slightly uncomfortable.
She spoke again. "However Tenchi, I would appreciate it if you would refrain from reading my book again without my permission."
Tenchi nodded quickly. "I will." he assured her.
Ryoko smiled. "Thank you." she said quietly. "Well, you seem to be busy, so I'll leave you now." She turned as if to leave.
As he saw Ryoko's retreating back he remembered the questions that had been plaguing him since he had found the journal. "Ryoko?"
"Yeah?" she was looking at him again.
"Do you mind if I asked you some questions?" he asked.
"What kind of questions?" she asked carefully.
"Well, I was wondering... Why do you have that picture of that Hotsuma guy?" he asked the question as though it had hung on his mind heavily. It had, in fact. Not that he was willing to admit just how much the question had plagued him.
Ryoko's mind seemed to drift for a while, but then she turned back to him. "Why do you want to know?"
"Uhh..."
Now what exactly was Tenchi supposed to say?
"Well, I was curious. I mean, didn't he try to kill you?"
For a second, Tenchi could have sworn that he saw a painful look in Ryoko's eyes, however it disappeared almost instantly, and he wasn't as sure anymore.
Ryoko took a deep breath before talking again, carefully arranging her thoughts before she spoke. "Hotsuma.... He was special to me, still is, in a way. Even after all that's happened, after his betrayal, after our battle, after... after his death. I just can't bring myself to hate him. I think that deep inside, there's a part of me that considers him a friend and mourns his loss." she examined her hands, as though she could see the blood that once covered them. His blood.
"He was my friend. At least that's how I like to deceive myself, or so I'm told." she gave a short, humorless laugh, but her tone did soften as she continued.
"I know it might just be wishful thinking, but I believe that he did think of me as a friend, once. He was everything I wished for in a friend. He would look at me and see Ryoko, not the bloodthirsty pirate everyone else saw. He did not judge me, not once. He wouldn't question me, or try to change me. He accepted me as I truly am, and that in itself was unbelievable."
Her voice suddenly dropped, and she was whispering so low that Tenchi could barely hear her, but he did. " I've never met someone who wouldn't look at me at least once with a look of horror, of reproach for my past crimes. No one, except for him."
She continued, her voice gaining strength as she talked. "I don't regret killing him, it couldn't be helped. One of us was going to die that day, after all we were warriors, trained to fight until death. The moment the battle began we both knew that there was no turning back, one of us would be lifeless at the end. It was a very simple choice, his life or mine. I chose. If I hadn't, I would be the one in a frozen grave in some unknown planet. No, I don't regret killing him, I only regret that it had to come to that."
Ryoko's voice began to waver slightly and she stopped, taking a moment to compose herself. Then she was talking again.
"I can't help but think that there could have been some way around it. If I had not been so cold to him, if I had not taken my anger and pain out on him, if I had allowed him to become closer to me... Maybe he wouldn't have tired of trying to get closer, maybe we would have beat Yugi together, maybe he would still be alive, standing next to me, goading me into robbing yet another bank. So many ifs and maybes. But I did not, he did not, and he's not standing next to me." she paused for a second before continuing.
"Who knows? Maybe I could have let him in and he could have still betrayed me, but I will never know that. It's the lack of that knowledge that hurts the most. That simple not knowing, and all the ifs and maybes in the universe will not answer that, not ever."
She turned to look at him. "I keep that picture to remind myself of what could have been but wasn't. It's a painful, but truthful reminder to not let my emotions take control of me, to not blame those who are innocent of crimes they did not commit. I owe that much to Hotsuma, at the very least."
Ryoko turned away from him and regarded the peaceful scenery, her arms crossed over her chest. Tenchi was at a loss. He had no idea what to say. He had not though much of Hotsuma, or what he had meant to Ryoko, but he certainly had never believed it to run that deep. It was obviously a touchy subject for Ryoko, judging from her tense shoulders and slightly glistening eyes. She was trying to contain the tears that were threatening to fall. It dawned on him that she did not want him to see her cry.
That hurt him deeply, more than he would have expected it to. She had always been a bit secretive of her emotions, but not with him. She had allowed him to read her unveiled emotions at a time, the undeniable proof that he had her complete trust. But now... he had somehow fallen out of that position. He no longer was allowed to see her cry. In her eyes, he was untrustworthy very much like in the beginning.
He tried to force himself out of that train of thought. He did not want to think of that right now. There was another question that he had wanted to ask. He looked back at Ryoko, who seemed in control of her emotions again. "Ryoko?" he tried again, his voice no longer as sure as before.
"Hm?" was her reply. She still wouldn't look at him.
"Why did you stop writing?" he asked, not really knowing what to expect.
She faced him again, a strange expression on her face. She seemed to think something through and then her eyes found his again.
"What is there to write about?" she asked in a calm, sincere voice.
His face fell and his mouth opened slightly in shock. A simple question. A maddeningly simple question. Yet he had understood what her mind was thinking but her voice would not say. All of her poems had an overwhelming depth of emotion. It was clear that she had written each poem after experiencing an incredibly potent feeling.
With that last statement she was admitting she no longer felt an emotion capable of inspiration. She no longer had anything to base her poems on. She was... empty, in a strange but crucial way.
And somehow, Tenchi knew that he had caused this.
She searched deep into his eyes and she knew he had understood what she had meant. 'Maybe he's not that dense little boy anymore.' came the unbidden thought. Noticing his expression, her mouth formed a tiny, slightly regretful smile, but she would not take back her words. She had meant each one of them.
She lifted her hand and manage a small wave of some sorts, the regretful smile still on her lips, and then she diapered.
Tenchi just stared at the place where she had once been, deep in thought. He then closed his eyes tightly, as though in pain.
'What have I done?'
~0~
Ayeka stared at the Pirate in the rafters. Nowdays, Ryoko seemed so dull, as though the fire that resided in her had burnt out.
'More like someone killed it....' she thought ruefully. She couldn't blame her, Ayeka felt just like that. Sometimes it felt as cold and cruel as tough someone had poured iced water over a blazing bonfire. But then there were those times when it was much more painfully slow, like the fire had been denied oxygen, and it blazed brightly for a moment only to wither away into nothingness.
'What happened to us? When did we begin to have to act?' she wondered as she walked towards her room. They had been so happy- a strange, hectic family that passed of as dysfunctional, but that, in reality, was highly functional. After Sakuya, though, everything changed.
Ayeka did not know why, but it wasn't that Tenchi had fallen in love with another girl that bothered her. Well yes, it did bother her at one time, but the pain went beyond than that. It was the mistrust, she realized, that had really killed it all. You could get over the fact that you weren't his Oh-so-special one. Granted it would hurt like hell, but you could actually crawl away from that, even if badly wounded. You could make yourself believe that he hadn't meant that much, that you didn't love him as deeply after all, even tough your heart would wrench painfully at the mere thought of him kissing someone else. It would certainly hurt like hell.
But you would eventually get over it, your heart scarred, but much stronger. Your emotions a jumbled, pitiful mass that would eventually straighten out, and you would be able to remember that love you professed to him as nothing more than a bittersweet memory. You would smile and wish him the best, and perhaps even go as far as being his friend. Yes, that would have happened, had this been only an amorous disappointment.
Unfortunately, this went beyond that. They had been a family, they had trusted each other, willing to die for another member without so much as a second thought. They had all muttered silent oaths of loyalty to each other in their hearts at one time or another, and as silent as those oaths were, they were as strong. They had bound each other's souls around them, creating an impenetrable shield. Or so they had though.
As much as everyone could fight, they always knew there was more than that. Kiyone could complain all she wanted about Mihoshi, but should the blond havoc personified need her, she would be there in half a second. Everyone could be weary of any of the frightening red-haired scientist's creations, but they knew their lives were safe with her. Even the two unyielding rivals: Ayeka and Ryoko.
Ayeka would have died for Ryoko, and she knew the pirate would have done the same for her. More so, she knew that she could trust the pirate with her greatest treasure: Her little sister. Sweet, lovable little Sasami. There was not a thing Ayeka would not do for her. Ayeka would never allow anyone who she didn't trust to be around the little blue haired princess for too long. She loved Sasami as though she were her soul, and never in a million years would she let harm come to her. She knew that should Sasami's life be in danger and she not able to defend her, she would trustingly give her to the pirate she had once despised so. And she also knew the pirate would not rest until the girl was safe. She knew. They knew. Every single one of them knew.
'Well, no that isn't true, is it?' she though sadly. HE hadn't known, apparently, and if he had, he was a damned good actor. She was so... disappointed, so utterly disappointed in him. She had believed that even if he never loved her like she wished he did, he would at least love her as family. And he did, she was certain, but that love had not been enough when compared to the love he had felt for Sakuya.
She could have forgiven that, they all could have, but not the mistrust. How could he have blinded himself so, even in the name of love? Ayeka had loved him too, but she had seen what was happening. She could see that she did not hold his heart, and although she could have tried to lie to herself she knew the undeniable truth. But he hadn't. He had trusted his love more than he had trusted his family. That realization had been a hard slap they had all received. They had felt the cold, empty and unbelieving feeling in the pits of their stomachs. They tried to hold on, they really had. They tried to make themselves think that he didn't mean it, that he believed in them like they believed in him. That he had not just tossed their shared concern for their family out the window. They fought so hard to believe in him, to hold on to the belief that he would wake up and see the truth. But he hadn't, at least until the truth blew up right in front of him. He had forsaken all of them.
All of them.
He had forsaken Sasami.
Ayeka could still feel anger emanating from her being at that thought. Sasami... What would have happened to her if they hadn't succeeded? What would have been of her little girl?
Ayeka shook those thoughts out of her mind and breathed deeply. Sasami was fine, nothing had happened to her. She was as cheerful as ever, cooking away mammoth quantities of food. She was fine. She really was. Just try to ignore that little, barely perceptive shadow that passed across her features every now and then. Or that sad expression that appeared when something reminded her of Yugi or Sakuya. And while you are at it, why just not ignore the fact that their lives on Earth were no longer as fulfilling as they had once been, that this mockery of a family they were trying so hard to keep alive was dying?
Ayeka breathed deeply. Now she was being melodramatic. She still loved Tenchi, she didn't think it would be possible for her to not love him. It wasn't the sweet, fluttery heart kind of love anymore, it was more of a deep fondness. And perhaps it was for the best. She loved him, but after seeing what "love" had made of him, well... She wasn't so sure she wanted to weaken herself so. To her, love wasn't worth her mind, body and soul. If she was to be a great ruler, she mustn't make the same mistake Tenchi had made. Her people could not afford a weak ruler, and she was not about to disappoint them.
She wouldn't lose herself in someone else.
~0~
Kiyone walked past Ayeka, informing her that dinner would soon be ready. The princess only responded with a curt nod, still deep in though. 'Wonder what's up with her...' Kiyone grimaced. She knew what was wrong with Ayeka. The same thing that was in everyone's minds.
Tenchi.
The sweet, young earthling that had changed all their lives. She herself had been incredibly angry at him for a while, but it had passed. The boy was young and in love, what had everyone expected of him? Certainly not for him to act with his head rather than his heart. They couldn't understand that. They were all grown women, with more than a couple of centuries to their names. Him? He was just a boy.
And even if they could understand, they would still feel a bit bitter towards him. Hell, SHE was a bit bitter. Why were they so hurt? The answer was simple, really.
They had expected too much of him.
~0~
The red head scientist acknowledged the teal haired Galaxy police officer's message with a small nod before shutting the door to her lab. She walked back to her computer and began typing quickly and efficiently. Her movements weren't thoughtful, rather automatic and almost mechanical. She was just inputting the data from the results of her latest invention. She seemed to be doing very often nowdays. One of these days she would run out of experiment data to load into her computer. Hell, she didn't even really have to do it, her computer could do it in a matter of seconds, but she liked doing it as it took her mind off everything else. How long had it been since she had been out of her lab since the last time? Not more than a couple of days, she was sure. Still, it felt like infinity had rolled over and made it's presence known.
It was becoming annoyingly common for her to come out for a meal every now and then before returning to the divine privacy of her lab. She only did it to please Sasami and show the rest of the inhabitants of the Masaki household that she was still alive and that there really was no need for them to presume her legally dead yet.
She stopped her typing for a second to stretch her sore arms before resuming her typing full force.
She knew that they were worried about her. It was evident on their faces, especially Sasami's and Tenchi's. 'Now he worries? Isn't he a tad bit late for that? He may be cute, powerful, etcetera, etcetera, but he is a little on the slow side.' Washu sighed. She really had to get over it. Really, it wasn't healthy. She was a grown woman (albeit in the body of a child) and the number one scientific genius to boot, she should be able to get over whatever life dished out at her. For some reason, though, she did not feel like confronting the feelings the recent events had roused. She knew it was pointless, regardless of what she tried to ignore she still knew she had been hurt very deeply. That a mere earthling had dismissed her carefully studied observations really had stung her pride, but that it had been one of the few beings she had trusted completely... She didn't want to go there.
She steered her mind away from such traitorous thoughts and finished typing the last set of data from that particular report. She glanced warily and the data reports from another of her inventions. She wondered for a second if she could get away with going into another typing fit and missing dinner altogether. She slowly dismissed the idea. It was about that time when she was supposed to get out of the lab and state to anyone who cared to listen that yes, she was alive; yes, she was fine and no, she didn't need anything save for the salt shaker. Better get over with it already.
She dismissed her computer and stood up and headed towards the door.
~0~
Mihoshi sat on the sofa and watched the inane, overplayed soap opera that tried to fool it's viewers onto thinking it was romance and intrigue they were witnessing. It was a particularly lame show that came from some tiny planet whose name she had difficulty remembering, and even more pronouncing. It was very bad. Granted, most soap operas weren't what one would call brain food, but at least they were more entertaining that this particular one. Oh well, nothing good on T.V. anyway.
She looked over to her left at her partner who appeared to be watching the show, although that obviously wasn't the case, as she continued staring at the screen when the commercials came out without so much as noticing the change. She knew Kiyone's mind was somewhere else. So was Ryoko's, judging from her position on the rafter. And Ayeka's, she noted, as the princess sat down on the sofa and engaged in the same action as Kiyone. She added Washu to her list when the petite scientist sat down to her right and picked up a copy of some fashion magazine from the low table.
She knew exactly what they were all thinking. She didn't know why they bothered with it, it wasn't as though they could do anything about it. Well, maybe Washu could actually go back in time and change everything, but she doubted Washu would be willing to do that. As psychotic as she could seem sometimes, Washu was a true believer that everyone's life was what they made of it. She respected everyone's decisions, and expected others to do the same for her.
Mihoshi looked at the preoccupied girls and frowned. Everyone though she was a total air head. With due reason, of course, she did act like one. It wasn't true, for although she wasn't anywhere close to Washu's level, she had been intelligent enough to join the Galaxy Police.
But it was just so much easier to carry around like she was truly a lost cause. No one expected anything out of her, and therefore she didn't disappoint anyone. It was nice to just worry about the simple things, and not well onto anything uncomfortable. She was at peace with herself most of the time, since she contented herself with the simplest things and allowed her emotions to be shown freely. She was perhaps the only person in the house, with the exception of Sasami, who had absolutely no problem with crying in front of people or laughing like a maniac. She liked simplicity.
That didn't mean that she had no cares, however. She cared for her friends, very, very much. Which was really why she was upset. She wasn't upset with Tenchi for his decisions, he did what he wanted to do and that was fine. She was upset, however, because apparently those decisions had hurt her friends. She hated to see people upset, and she tried to lighten their moods whenever she could, but this went beyond her. She couldn't do anything to make everyone happy, no matter how much she wanted to.
She turned her attention back to the T.V. set and saw that the commercials were over. She really didn't want to think about this, it wasn't like she could do anything about it, and really, it wasn't up to her to clean Tenchi's mess. He could do that by himself.
She had been trying to immerse herself in the story line of the soap opera without much success when she heard Sasami call out that dinner was ready. She looked at the girls and saw them slowly come out of their respective stupor and then glance back at Sasami. The girl had a frown on her normally cheerful face, but when she saw everyone look back at her she planted a smile that was much too wide to be sincere. Mihoshi felt a sudden wave of anger wash over her.
That a child had to pretend! The little girl should be playing around with her pet cabbit and dreaming of beautiful fairy tales. She should be truly happy, not act like she was when it was obvious she felt sad.
Mihoshi turned picked the remote and shut off the T.V. before letting the remote fall on the table carelessly. She ignored the other's surprised stares when they heard the violent sound the remote made as it collided with the hard wood surface. They made no comment on it, seeing she really was not in the mood to listen to anything.
She walked back to the worried child and smiled a large goofy smile while she praised her cooking. "Hey Sasami, that looks really good!"
She picked up a steaming cup of tea and let it slip a bit so that she was splashed with it's hot contents. It really didn't hurt very much since her skin was quite hardy, but she began flailing her arms around with a loud howl of pain, only to get more tea on herself. She saw Sasami giggle quietly in amusement and internally smiled.
As long as she could still hear that angelical giggle there was hope for them all.
~0~
Ryoko smiled at Mihoshi's antics. That girl was smarter that she let others think she was. She shook her head and looked back at the book in front of her. She was writing again. It wasn't like her other poems, but it was a beginning. She closed the book and left it on the rafter. It was unlikely that anyone would come up here, and it would be in plain sight for her to see. She floated towards the dinner table and took a seat and watched Kiyone reprimand Mihoshi for her carelessness, the poem drifting through her mind.
I will not fall in love again.
It is totally pointless,
For the first time I gave my heart
I was mistaken.
I will not fall in love again.
This disappointment
has left a sour taste,
has taken away my courage
to fall in love again.
I will not fall again,
I won't notice anyone,
I will not fall in love again.
~0~
Well, lets see, it took me exactly 1 year, 2 months and 19 days to finish and post this part, when I originally planned it to be a couple of months. *Sigh* I could give u a thousand reasons as to why I hadn't finished but the truth is that this was supposed to be a one-shot. I wrote it in a moment of inspiration. I was listening to the Panchos and I just began to translate the songs for no apparent reason, and when I was finished the story came up to me. This second part came from the reviews the first part got. However, this took longer 'cause my muse would leave unexpectedly.
Originally I wanted this story to be lighter and not quite so deep, but this is what came out. I have no idea why I did this sudden change of mood and made all the girls be completely pissed at Tenchi. Okay I do know, here come my reasons:
1) I'm pissed at Tenchi myself (aren't you?)
2) I think that the whole Sakuya-Yugi deal would make all the girls
lose their usual carefree nature.
3) I am in a REALLY bad mood. I got mugged and my purse was stolen
friday and I lost about a $1000 Pesos (more or less $100 US. Dlls.) my
cell phone, school notes, my cell phone, all my personal ID's, my cell
phone, my bank cards, my cell phone, my personal agenda and MY FREAKING
BRAND NEW CELL PHONE!!!!!! Granted I lost more money in cash that in my
cell phone, but I had gotten it as a birthday gift not 3 weeks ago. Sorry
for being so bitchy, but I'm still venting out my anger. U'll have to forgive
me.
Back to the story, I hope u liked it and if u did please review b/c that really motivates me to do better. I'm still a bit sad b/c "For a Boy" didn't do very well and only got 3 reviews. I don't know how long it will take me to write the next part and I'm not about to give an aproximate time b/c I will most likely not accomplish it. And if I don't get reviews I will most likely not continue (not to threaten u guys, but if I'm not motivated I don't write.) If u liked it I'm glad, and if u wanted a happier, sappier story just read the first part and pretend that it had a nice, big, happy ending.
Ciao for now.
Meztli