Why, Hello and welcome to my little world of weirdness!

I state for the record that, while I really, really wish I did, I don't own any of the wonderful characters that will grace this story . . . they are all CLAMP's, always have been, always will be! However I do lay claim to a few of the original characters, for example . . . I own Hei-ying, and his false form, Tomodachi Yukito, I own Mystrasa Kyree, and Carolyn and Amanda Reed, I don't own The Dragon, Saurian because he is on loan from my very good friend, the ever intangible Blue Goo.

In This Tainted Soul . . . There Lies Hope . . .

By Dr Megalomania

Part Twenty: We All Fall . . .

Today was the day.

Kyree announced this fact over breakfast, a fragrant buffet with a pitcher of orange juice, a pot of brewing English tea and an array of meats, breads and cheeses. She smiled as she observed Yue's eager expression, he was ready. She felt Clow smile over this, his most perfect angel was fully entered into his most perfectly organised insanity, she felt her dark side of Clow smirk, //What a perfect achievement . . .// She looked to the next seat, the one closest to her, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in Hei-ying's saddened eye. He was regretting something. Saurian snickered as he also noticed this, "What's wrong, little moonbeam?"

Hei-ying glared at him, Yue blinked and glanced at Hei-ying.

"Didn't get enough last night?" Saurian taunted, his crimson tongue slipping out to lick his lips mockingly lustful, "Rather than assisting the mistress, you'd rather be upstairs romping with your little uke?"

Hei-ying snapped, he grabbed the tiny dragon, and shoved his head into the pitcher of orange juice. Kyree sat back and arched her fingers, watching Saurian struggle for air as Hei-ying held him under. She frowned, when she noticed it was only Yue's amused giggle that made Hei-ying relent and let go. He shook the dragon hard once, "Shut up!" He growled, "Or you'll never live to see another meal!" Hei-ying straightened and turned to stalk off.

"Hei-ying."

The jade-eyed being stopped, and turned, "Yes, mistress?"

"Kiss your mistress good morning." Kyree ordered quietly.

Hei-ying rolled his eye, but stalked back to her. He stared at her for a long moment before leaning over, and hissing. "I hate you."

Kyree smirked, "I know." She looked at him, and quickly waved her hand. The illusion card worked quickly, and as soon as she lowered the card, Clow Reed sat in her place. His brow clear of the hateful amusement Kyree displayed, his deep blue eyes so sincere as he murmured longingly, "Kiss me anyway."

"No . . ." Hei-ying groaned quietly, "Clow . . ." He dropped to his knees instantly, and faced upward as Clow leant over and kissed him. He broke the kiss, and stood, Clow's normally sweet smile was tinged with the eager pride that tainted his soul. A sweet giggle drew his attention, Yue stared at Clow, "Can I kiss you good morning too, Clow? Please, may I kiss you too?"

Clow's smile disappeared in the face of feigned sincerity, "Of course, Yue . . ." Clow opened his arms, and Yue ran over like an eager puppy. Hei-ying turned away as Yue slipped into Clow's lap easily, and started to noisily kiss the being he thought was Clow Reed.

Sighing, Hei-ying started to walk out the room, he had to . . .

"Oh, and Hei-ying?" Clow's voice floated over, above Yue's mewling protests, "Please prepare to receive the card mistress . . ." Clow kissed Yue quickly, sliding a groping hand up the inside of the younger angel's leg, Clow smirked as Yue giggled and whispered into his ear. Clow peered at Hei-ying over the rim of his spectacles, "Do show her she's our welcomed guest . . ."

"Yes . . . Master Clow . . ." Hei-ying stood motionless as he watched them; Clow was now sucking at Yue's neck, his roaming hands squeezing tightly. Yue's eyes were half lidded, and a small, small smile, the kind reserved only for the purest of innocence . . . or the deepest of insanity, such a small smile graced Yue's pale lips. The sight of his brother like this brought, not arousal to Hei-ying this time . . . but something else, a deep . . . he tilted his head, naming the instinct, a deep sadness reigned as he watched this 'Clow Reed' molest his youngest brother unrestrained. Hei-ying blinked as the realisation came to him, he had to . . . he had to get Yue away from here. He glanced at his ankle, the silver scissors coldly glinting . . . he knew exactly how to save his brother.

The day seemed to pass so slowly; Kyree had loosened every card into the house, allowing each to prepare a booby trap for the card mistress and her friends. Saurian 'cleaned' his room; singing in awful mismatched notes every grotesque thing he wanted to do to the child reincarnation's concubine and to the butterfly girl guardian. Hei-ying sighed, as he walked to Clow Reed's old study, Yue's voice quieter, and much sweeter. Yue was singing again.

"Ring a ring a roses . . ."

Hei-ying walked in, and found Yue sitting in the window seat, his white robes were gone, in favour of the same sharp black as Hei-ying's own clothes. Kyree had presented them to Yue, and Yue eagerly slipped into them, proud that he and Hei-ying were wearing matching robes now. The only difference was that Yue's purple stones and blue gloves and foot stirrups remained. It chilled Hei-ying to see this complete inversion of his own robes.

"Ring a ring a roses . . ."

Yue breathed out and wiped the glass again, the storm still raged, and raged more violently, with the aid of the storm card.

"Ring a ring a roses . . ."

Hei-ying's jade eye crimped slightly, Yue was singing the same line over and over again. It was because he could feel them, his former friends. Hei-ying could feel them too, and could feel the card mistress Yue was so convinced he killed, and knew it only added to Yue's descent. He sighed and shook his head, "Little Moonbeam, I have something to show you . . ."

"Ring a ring . . ." Yue trailed off, and looked at him, "A present for me, Oniisan?" He slid his legs off, allowing Hei-ying to sit, "I'm sure it will be beautiful . . ."

"It's not a present . . ." Hei-ying lifted his hand, the white plait dangled from it, "Do you remember this?"

Yue stared at his own white hair with a distracted smile, "Must be yours . . ." he twirled the black plait in his fingers, "I've already got mine . . ." He took the white hair from Hei-ying's pale hands and leant forward. "Here let me fix it for you . . ."

Hei-ying closed his eye as he felt Yue's soft breathe on his face, and his attempt to stick the white plait on to the same place where his old plait had once lain. "Do you remember?" He whispered almost pleadingly, "Do you remember . . . what really happened between us?"

"Ring a ring a roses . . ." The same line, the same notes, over and over.

"Yue . . . please . . . do you remember . . .?"

"Ring a ring . . ." Yue sighed; "It isn't working . . ." The plait fell back useless. Hei-ying opened his eye, to see Yue sit back and play with the plait slowly. "I guess . . ." he laughed quietly, "I guess my hair is too bad to be a part of you . . ." Hei-ying's heart took a lurch, as Yue drifted from the seat slowly, and knelt by Hei-ying's knee. The angel lowered his head into Hei-ying's lap, and he resumed his singing. Hei-ying's lip curled, Yue's voice echoed full of his child's voice, if Hei-ying closed his eye . . . he could see Yue, the child he once tried to kill, screaming, pleading for his little life . . .

"Ring a ring a roses . . . ring a ring a roses . . . ring a ring a roses . . ."

"Yue . . ." Hei-ying stared at him, "You're singing the same line . . ."

"Am I?" Yue murmured softly, his dark purple eyes staring out the window, "I'll get it right, I promise . . ."

"Yue . . ."

"I can feel them . . . they are getting closer . . ." The angel laughed again, soft and distracted, "I'll bake for them, and we'll have tea and cakes . . . ring a ring a roses . . ." He raised the plait and stared at it, before coiling carefully on Hei-ying's knee, murmuring disappointedly, "I'm too bad to be a part of you . . ."

"Oh, Yue . . . don't you remember? Sometimes it's so much easier to taint white, than to turn black pure . . ." Hei-ying raised his hand and started to stroke Yue's now black hair, "What have I done?" His hand slipped down to his pocket, and pulled out the scissors, "I should help you . . ." Yue giggled slightly, as Hei-ying's hand stilled on his hair, and grasped it tighter. Holding Yue still. "I can help you . . . and soon, you'll be free . . . like a little bird . . ."

"Ring a ring a roses . . ."

"You can fly away . . ." He brushed the hair away from Yue's neck, and dipped the scissors down, stroking the blades against his brother's neck. "I'll save you from this . . ."

A soft giggle sounded again, "Oniisan . . . that tickles . . ."

Hei-ying sighed, and glanced out the window. The card mistress was outside the gates now. //a pocket full of poses, we all fall . . . down . . .// his hand lifted from Yue's hair and went to his own neck, "I know . . . I've done it often enough . . ."

His pale hand snapped away from the gate as if burnt.

"How dare she!" Eriol growled, "Deny *me* entrance to my own home!"

"Then we will find another way in." Sakura held up her hand, the pink glove extended all the way up her arm. She was dressed in the costume Tomoyo had been making for the last few days. And she was thankful for it; she knew how much it meant to Tomoyo that Sakura wore he costumes. The costume was very practical, a deep grown up pink, nothing that drew too much attention to her. The boots were strong and reached over her knees, kneecaps to protect, rubber to protect from water and electricity. The skirt was short in the front, so running was easy to manage, but long in the back to protect against fire attacks, it was also split and webbed with a durable clear plastic to make it spread. The top was tight, no ribbons that would easily catch, with a easily buttoned front, to make it easy to get out of. It was almost like the costume that she had used in her fight against the Void card, but was stronger. The hat was simple, and very like her brother's and Syaoran's, except where Syaoran had a jewel; Sakura had a light silver star.

Tomoyo glanced it over one more time, her expression worried. She prayed that her adjustments to Sakura's clothes would keep Sakura safe. "What are we going to do?"

"I will not beg for entrance into my own home!" Ruby growled, and threw back her hand; she was about to blow the gates apart, when they swung open, protesting hard with loud creaks. "What the---?!"

The group stepped back uncertainly as a coach, with two black horses and a coach appeared half way down the drive from nowhere. The horses' hair fell in unnatural waves; they had been groomed patiently for this meeting, their hooves sounded like rain on the gravel, a cheerful clip-clop-clip-clop. The coach driver clicked quietly, pulling on the rein and the two horses came to a stop. Eriol and Touya stepped back, horror clear in their eyes.

"What is it, master?" Spinel growled quietly, his hackles raised as the two horses pawed the ground. They reeked of black magic, and the coach was covered by the same dark magic. The coach driver smiled gently, his pale lips thinning. His head was tipped so that the narrow rim of the hat fell over his eyes, only the pale sharpness of his chin up to the tip of his nose could be seen, his lips were suppressed; hiding a smile perhaps, or fighting a sneer. Keroberos growled as he recognised the horses, they were the same horses Clow used to use when he travelled around. "Hei-ying . . ." The lion glared at the silent coach driver, "You *bastard*! I should of known you would never let the dead be . . ."

The coach driver chuckled childishly as if he was playing a game.

"Bastard!" Keroberos swore again, incensed by the driver's mocking, "What have you done with my little one?!"

Sakura stepped forward, placing her hand on Keroberos' head, calming him, "Hei-ying . . . that's your name, isn't it?"

". . . No. . ." the coach driver mewled in a child's voice.

"Hei-ying . . . get down here!" Keroberos barked, "Let me sort you out properly. You BASTARD!!!"

The coach driver giggled, and raised his head. Wide dark purple eyes stared unblinking, making Keroberos step back.

"No. . . YUE!!"

Yue giggled again, and tipped back his head, his hair was as black as the night, and face as pale as in death.

"Little one . . ." Keroberos moaned, "Oh, my little one . . ."

Touya felt his heart scream, his love for Yue cry out in pain. Yue was one of them. "Yue . . ." He whispered as the door swung open and a tall dark figure stepped out, his clothes the same as Yue's except for the jade stones and the green gloves and foot stirrups. Keroberos ran forward, "You bastard! I'll *kill* you!!"

Hei-ying blinked and raised his hand, a jade dagger span into existence. "I wouldn't just yet, Keroberos . . ." His voice was dull, he had been expecting this reaction. He paused and glanced up at Yue, the jade eye seemed calmed against Yue's glassy child's gaze, "You'll never reclaim Yue if you do . . ."

Sakura stepped forward, and looked up at him. The jade eyed being stared at her, the picture of serenity, she looked at him, trying to see the frenzied mass murderer Keroberos described. She carefully kept her expression non-judgmental, "You are Hei-ying."

He dipped his head respectfully, and stepped down from the coach, offering his hand as he helped her into the stagecoach.

Kyree smiled as she watched the coach rumble closer, Yue and Hei-ying indistinguishable from each other as they rode on the driver's seat together. "Saurian . . ."

The dragon lifted his head.

"Greet them in the main hall, ensure that the Illusion and the Maze do their jobs."

Saurian smirked and zipped out of the room quickly.

Kyree glanced at her reflection; Clow's face peered back. "Let this be our last battle . . ."

//This our last fight . . .// Eriol's eyes narrowed as he watched his reflection, Clow Reed's face stared back, anger and sorrow fought over the pale features. The coach swayed side to side as they rumbled along the road, the rain driving down on them all.

Kyree smiled, "the fairness in war . . ."

Touya blinked once, his reflection showing his dark blue eyes encased behind Clow's wire rim glasses, // . . . is as the fairness in love//

"Let this be our last battle . . ." She turned away from the window, and stormed towards the door, to storm to her position in this game. "This our last fight, to live again . . ."

//One more time// Touya and Eriol glanced at each other, as the coach came to a stop. Pulling up along the Mansion's steps. The door opened of it's own accord, and the group filed out slowly. Sakura tipped her head back; careful not to let her hood slip off, the rain drove down, fresh and pure. The house was imposing, all six floors of it, and, under different circumstances she would have been impressed by Clow's taste but now . . .

She glanced at the driver's seat; the two warped angels were gone, vanished in the air. Sakura stepped up the stairs, and glanced out across the grounds, there was at least half a mile between the gates and mansion, and beyond the gates lay a deep forestland. The mansion was obscured from prying eyes. She nodded, and glanced at her friends. "Come on . . ."

"It was like playing hide and seek . . ." Yue babbled excitedly, "why did we have to leave so suddenly?" Hei-ying was silent as he dragged Yue to the fourth floor. Yue giggled again, "Are we going to play hide and seek now?"

Hei-ying stopped outside a room, the door was dark, and dusty, this was one room that had never been opened, it's snowflake and moon shape lovingly carved into the hard wood. He held Yue's hand tightly, and glanced down the corridor. Kyree was watching them, she wasn't here, but she was aware of them. He growled and cursed her. Reaching into his deep pocket, he touched the scissors again; he was going to save Yue from her, from Saurian . . . from Hei-ying himself.

"What's wrong, Oniisan?"

Hei-ying blinked, irritation boiling up in his broken mind, something about Yue calling him '-san'. Why did it have to be this way. . . he called Keroberos by Oniichan, Keroberos was loved. . . Hei-ying was not.

"Don't call me that."

"What do you mean, Oniisan?"

"Cease saying Oniisan!" Hei-ying spat, then reeled in his anger at Yue's miscomprehension. The violet-eyed angel blinked at him, as Hei-ying murmured, "I mean, don't call me it!" He growled and pushed his fingers past the scissor. Kyree had created a key, a special key she had called it. For use when ever Hei-ying felt like visiting the past. It would open Yue's bedroom, the first bedroom Yue had ever had, the one Hei-ying had left stained with both Keroberos' and Yue's blood. Clow had sealed it, and now Hei-ying had the power to unseal it. He had never used it.

"Why not?" Yue was clueless as to the inner battle Hei-ying was having. "Can't we go play?" He leant closer and started to kiss Hei-ying's neck, "You taught me such fun games last night, come and play with me, Oniisan . . ."

"Not now, Yue . . ." Hei-ying shrugged him off, then forced a smile on his face, falsely promising, "Maybe later?"

"Really?" Yue giggled, "Oniisan . . . When will be later?"

Hei-ying shook his head, and rolled his eye as Yue dipped his hand into his pocket, "Yue . . . don't . . ." Yue's fingers traced the scissors briefly before grabbing what he was looking for. He pulled out the white plait triumphantly, and peered at it.

"Do you think if I lick it . . . it'll stick?" Yue chuckled as he held the plait to Hei-ying's head, he giggled, "Maybe we should get some glue . . ."

Hei-ying sighed and pushed Yue's hand away, "I want to give you something, Yue . . . A *real* present . . ."

Yue started to clap, "Lookit! I made it stay this time!!"

Hei-ying's eyes dipped to his shoulder, true . . . the white plait lay gently on his shoulder, a striking shimmering white against his black uniform. He glanced up, and stared at the moon and snowflake, just as Yue had a part of him, he now had a part of Yue . . . his eye narrowed, he had to get Yue away from here . . .

Hei-ying turned away from the door, it's symbols reminding him too much of the past. He grasped the key and pulled it out, "Yue . . . give me your hand . . ." Yue's pale hand came up instantly, and stroked the side of Hei-ying's face, Hei-ying peeled it off, and pressed the key into his younger brother's hand hurriedly, "You wanted to know the *truth* . . ." He murmured, "You came to me for the *truth* . . . take this now . . ." He let go and started to walk away, Yue's distracted look becoming too much. He paused before the stairs, "Yue . . . tell me you love me . . ." He smiled faintly and shook his head, Hei-ying looked at Yue, hope in his eye, "No. Why don't you tell me the truth . . .?" Hei-ying smiled at Yue's confusion, "When *you* find it, tell me the truth . . ."

Kyree growled as she heard Hei-ying's request, so . . . he wanted forgiveness from his darling Yue. She frowned, Hei-ying had never forgiven Clow. Even when Clow had asked for it, Hei-ying had never given his heartfelt forgiveness. She shook her head out of the feelings of self-pity, and returned her attention to the room. She knew that Hei-ying was too far gone to ever truly find his haven, and that Yue was too far gone in his mind to ever come back to his senses.

She smiled, and glanced around the large hall room, it was on the sixth floor. The flower card was decking it with festive blossom; here would be her last battle with the Cardcaptor, and the site of her long desired victory.

"Let the party begin!"

Kyree lifted her arms, Clow Reed's old cloak flapping as her power increased suddenly, lights everywhere in the house powered up, the song and the voice started to sing, music filling the halls. Somewhere in the old mansion, the glow bobbed in a million pretty lights.

Surrounded by the Glow's soft luminosity, Yue looked around, "So pretty . . ." The key in his hand dropped to the floor, and landed with a dulled thud. "So *very* pretty . . ."

"Yue . . . please don't cry . . ." Yue paused as he heard Clow's soft voice drift, muffled, in the corridor. "Don't you like it . . .?"

"Yes . . ." Yue frowned as he heard a child's voice answer, he turned and walked back. One of the rooms, one of them had Clow Reed in it. Yue swallowed, and called out, "Clow?"

"Yue, please . . . I know you're scared . . ."

"I wanted to say goodnight to my brothers!! Keroberos said he can't sleep unless I say goodnight!!" The child wailed again, Yue frowned he recognised Clow, and the conversation . . . he walked up to the room Hei-ying had stopped in front of before. Staring hard at craved snowflake and the moon, the room . . . was so . . .

"Take from it only your most prized possession . . ." Yue spun as Clow Reed spoke from behind him. Clow smiled slightly, and press his hand against Yue's cheek, "Please Yue . . ." The deep blue eyes were so sad, Clow looked tired and as if he would cry, "Take from it only . . . your most prized possession . . ."

Clow's hand slipped off, and his head dipped to look at the small white haired child beside him. Yue gasped as he recognised himself, "What is this?"

The child hobbled forward, and paused, his pale amethyst eyes were racked with pain, pain from serious injuries. He closed his eyes and dashed forward. Running through the door as if he was a ghost. Yue glanced back at Clow, and saw Keroberos, a younger, leaner, and also injured Keroberos hobble up, and glance at Clow. Clow looked even sadder as Yue's ghost-child self ran out of the room again his two hands clutched around a ribbon, and something else. Yue frowned as he watched himself tie the ribbon tight around his bow arm.

The gift from Clow, his bow and arrow.

The little boy lifted his hand and quickly secured his earring to his ear. Clow didn't look down as he murmured, "is that all you wish from this room?"

Yue felt a stab of pain as he watched the boy nod; he knew that his younger self was lying.

"Yes, that's all I want . . ."

"Keroberos . . ." Clow moved his hand a little, "Please . . . take Yue to your room . . ."

The lion nodded silently, and followed the younger Yue as they walked away. They faded instantly, as if they had been wiped from existence. A sob drew Yue's attention back; Clow was staring at the door, tears rolling down his pale, ashen cheeks unchecked. Yue ran forward, and hugged Clow tightly, he felt tears well up. "It's not true, I lied to you . . . I want everything in there . . ." Clow wrapped his arms around Yue, as the angel shouted, muffled, into his deep robes' cloak, "*Everything* . . . I know you made everything for me, and I want it still . . . I'm sorry!"

Clow pushed Yue back, and Yue blinked miserably at him, his eyes focusing on him. Touya stared back. "To-ya . . ."

"Yue . . ." Touya moved Yue away, and started to walk towards the door. "Come with me . . . catch me, my angel . . ."

"To-ya!"

Touya stopped and turned, "When the time comes, Yue . . ." he smiled and press a finger against the angel's lips, "when the time comes . . ." Touya leant closer, brushing his lips over Yue's with a sweet promise, whispering, ". . . Believe me . . ."

The taller boy suddenly straightened and swiftly turned to walk away, leaving Yue blinking. The angel recovered quickly and ran after Touya as the taller boy walked through the door. Yue gasped painfully as he realised the door was locked and he couldn't run through it. He pulled at the handle, "Matte, Touya!" He rattled it desperately, "Tell me the truth!!"

//Yue . . . you are needed . . .// Kyree's cold voice dripped into his mind. Yue frowned, and walked away from the door. He had to leave, he knew it, but the door . . . he put a hand out and traced the snowflake, he had to open the door . . .

//Yue!!// Kyree started to sound angry. Yue sighed, and turned away from the door. The door could wait, couldn't it? He frowned, feeling cold as he walked away. It had to wait.

He swore quietly as he stubbed his toe on something and a dull black key went spinning along the floor. The key. The key to the door . . . the key . . . was the key to the truth . . .

Saurian growled as he watched Hei-ying walk down the stairs. "What's that thing attached to your head?!"

Hei-ying twirled the white plait, tugging on it gently, "Nothing but a gift . . ."

"Come here and I'll burn it off for you . . ." Saurian smirked, he growled and looked around, "Where's the Illusion card?"

Hei-ying smiled again and pulled the card from his pocket, "Here."

"Where did you . . .?" Saurian broke off and shook his head, and turned away.

Just as the card was floating away, Hei-ying leant over the railing and whispered, "Illusion!"

The card stopped and hovered, half turned to him as if listening.

"Thank you . . ." he smiled gently, "I think you may have just saved Yue . . ." The card bobbed once, and floated off to join the Maze as they created their trap. Hei-ying stared up the stairs, and smiled, now the wait for Yue to act on his 'visions' remained. The black haired angel was unaware a portion of hair, surrounding the plait, and the roots on the scalp of his head were bleaching a pure white. // I'll get you out of here, Yue// Hei-ying blinked, and glanced at the door, // and I won't fail my mistress . . .//

The door swung open.

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And Now It's Time To Leave It To Doctor Megalomania!!!

DrM: Hell—

Real Life: [sneaks up behind DrM and kicks her]

DrM: OW!! [Growls] Excuse me . . . a certain Real Life needs to be kicked back in shape!! [Grabs the first few people she can lay her hands on]

Sakura: [looks up at Saurian] erm . . . gulp. . .

Saurian: [looks down at Sakura] Mwha ha ha ha!!

DrM: [wipes hands, and looks up just as Saurian goes to pounce on Sakura] OI!! [kicks Saurian] CUT THAT OUT!!

Sakura: Yeah!

DrM: you ain't killin' her until I say so!!

Sakura: Yeah!

DrM: which might be soon!

Sakura: Yea—matte!! That's bad!

DrM: no . . . it's good, good for tension!! [laughs evilly to self]

Sakura: [turns big watery eyes on readers] you wouldn't let her kill me. . . would you? Leave review, keep her in a good mood, and ensure my ability to continue to live . . . [bites finger nails] I dread to think what would happen if I die. . .

DrM: [shrugs] simple. I'd replace you.

Sakura: [blinks] with who?

Sah-KOO-rah from Cardcraptors: Did anyone say replacement?

Sakura: ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [launches self at Sah-KOO-rah]

DrM: [shrugs and pulls out the real replacement – Heero Yuy from Gundam Wing] I was gonna say you. . .

Heero: [growls] I do NOT wear pink, skirts, or giggle cutely. Why in the hell would you chose me?!

DrM: [giggles and leans head on shoulder] because in my Gundam-Yaoi-lovin' mind, Duo would so drool over it!

Heero: [growls] I'll Kill You . . . [points at readers] and then I'll kill you if you don't review!!