The Puppy Dog
Summary: Awww! The title basically tells y'all the whole story, but
oh well... I guess I could spare y'all too much suspense.. Tis all about
the adventures of having a puppy dog around...IN THE GUNDAM WING WORLD!!
*maniacal laughter*
Authoress' note: Okay, so I KNOW that y'all are tired of my existance
at FF.Net, and I don't even have one fic up yet. But what I was doing was
trying to come up with a good story plot to insert some madeups in, but,
knowing my luck, it never came.. ^^; So, I'll just post a fic for YOUR
sake, instead, and be happy and go on a caffiene high! ^__________^
Disclaimer: Um..Lessee.... *blink, blink* I own nuthin'... Not even a
car..yet... So, you should know by now, curious baka, that I don't own
Gundam Wing, right??? Right. So, you have no justified right to sue me, and
if ya do, be prepared to receive nuthin' but cat fur, 3-month-old potatoe
chips, and five evil possessed squirrels.
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Chapter ONE: Grocery Day
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"Duo, isn't it your day to buy groceries?"
"Yeah, isn't it?"
"C'mon, you guys! Gimme a break! I JUST got back from work, and THIS
is how you welcome me? You're hurting my feelings.." the American pilot
exclaimed, semi-sarcastically.
"Well, isn't it true, though..?" Quatre pointed out." I really hate
the fact that it seems like we're forcing this on you, but, it's already
five o'clock in the evening..and we're quite starved.." The Arabian's
stomach growled for the seventh time in one minute.
"Already?!" Duo blinked." You can't be serious! I just got to the
third level of this new game!" he replied enthusiastically, gesturing
towards the dim screen."And I started playing at 11:00 this morning!"
"The point is that we're starving, and you need to buy us food
because you're the only one with money left, so go ahead and accomplish
you're mission which really is a simple task, coming from my point of
view.." Heero stated quickly, breaking a personal record of five words in
one hour.
"Alright, alright.." Deathscythe's pilot sighed, waving his right had
carelessly around in the air."You don't have to tell me again.. I
understand.." He stood, grinnng, as usual, and grabbed for the keys laying
on the counter." I'll be right back!" A loud slam coming from the back door
signaled the fact that he had exited the house for sure.
"Has Maxwell left, yet?" Wufei walked in, half slouching, half trying
to maintain his "I'm-superior-to-onnas-and-thus-stating-all-by-itself-I-
must-not-walk-any-other-way-than-with-my-head-in-the-air-because-I'm-strong-
and-they're-weak" stance.
"Yes, Wufei.." Sandrock's pilot replied, a sigh of relief escaping
his lungs."We'll have dinner, soon."
"...If I have to wait much longer, I'll have to consume the remainder
of the coffee in order for me to survive.." Trowa stated flatly, attracting
the attention of his fellow comrades."..Just to let you know.." He added
quickly, before returning his gaze towards the book he was reading.
"In that case, Duo had better hurry. The last thing we need right now
is Trowa in a caffiene high.." Heero grunted, then un-paused Duo's game
before playing it. The Chinese pilot, who had just recently entered the
room, placed his hands on his hips and watched 01's pilot play the game
with an unsure bit of amusement.
***
"Man! If I'd have known that they wanted so much, I'd have brought at least five credit cards!" Duo growled, glaring at the list in his right hand, while driving the truck he shared with the other four pilots using his left hand. Then, he let out a quiet chuckle, realizing the funny coincedence that each and every one of the gundam pilots he lived with had a credit card, and that totaled four plus the one he owned equaled five credit cards, which was just the minimum amount of cards he needed. "Heh, they've always made me laugh, and they think of it as vice versa!" He laughed loudly, not bothering to notice the odd stares passersby were giving him because they heard him through the opened window that Shinigami had seemed to forget about. But that caught his attention shortly after someone called him an "escaped prisoner from the mental asylum." Duo immediately hit the breaks, saw the opened window, and grinnned sheepishly at all the people he was driving by. A cold sweatdrop trickled down his right cheek, then he hit the gas, calling back and apology to everyone he drove past, catching more attention.
***
"Was Duo being serious when he said it took him until 5:00 to get to the third level of this game??" Heero mused, easily defeating the level's boss."..I had better not save.. or else he'll be quite ashamed of the fact that I've already reached the fifteenth level of his video game.." "..What was the last level you saved at, Yuy?" Wufei asked, just to know how busted Heero was going to be when Duo got back. "The third level, right where Duo left off," The Japanese teenager answered casually, proceeding on with his successful game. "...Something tells me that you haven't forgotten one detail about a usually complicated situation, thus giving you the advantage and also leaving no proof of your presence at the scene of the situation.." Shenlong's pilot muttered. "There have been precisley seven times when I hadn't considered all of the facts thrown at me, and I had messed up big time," Heero stated simply. "I'm just trying to avoid the humiliation of those times by not repeating the mistakes I had made.." He paused the game, and walked into the kitchen to fetch himself a soda. "...Right.. Now that something tells me he's too perfect.." Wufei lowered his eyebrows, then took a seat on the floor, beginning to meditate and clarify his thoughts. "Nataku, please lend me some of your wisdom so that I can overcome my state of bewilderment."
***
"Man, I'm screwed.." Duo muttered, occasionally taking his gaze off the road and looking off to his left to see if the people from the downtown area were still following him and staring. Fortunately, it seemed as though they'd given up on his somewhat odd outburst of laughter. He always found a way to get screwed like this, and never found out why. But one thing was for sure, it happened every time he was out in the town, driving. That's why he wanted to avoid buying the food and stuff everyone needed. "Yeah, but they always make it imperative that I buy the groceries.. So I end up getting screwed all the time.." He sighed, then noticed a small figure carelessly prancing right into the middle of the road. "HOLY-!!!" Duo slammed his foot on the break, and stared at the now terrified creature, shivering in the middle of the road. "What in the...??" The American pilot slowly opened the door to the huge truck he was in, hopped down to the ground, and ran up to the animal to see if it was hurt or anything. Much to Duo's relief, then animal was merely roughed up abit from wandering around the streets all alone, and not hurt too seriously. He smiled sweetly at the small thing, that he now noticed was a puppy. It had roughed up black fur and bright blue eyes that had sorrow filling them completely. No doubt this poor puppy had been abandoned.. he figured, pitying the young dog. "Ya feeling okay, little buddy?" the pilot from the L2 cluster asked, smiling down at the puppy dog. It let out a high-pitched bark, seemingly saying,"Yes." "Well, I'm glad!" the cobalt blue eyed teenager placed his hands on his hips, and grinned, before heading off to the truck. The puppy barked again, then limped after Duo, but being too slow due to its sprained leg. "..Huh...?" the 15 year old turned around, and saw the dog limping towards him. "No, little buddy, I can't take care of you.. Maybe we could find you a better place to live in than mine." Despite what Duo said, the puppy proceeded forward as if that didn't matter. It's blue eyes sparkled, and focused on him as if nothing else existed but them. Nothing. Not even its sprained leg. "Did you even pay attention to what I was saying?" The God of Death blurted. "Listen, I'm poor and irresponsible. I can't take care of you, at least not forever. I'd eventually just become too lazy to even feed you, then I'll get too lazy too feed myself and that's when I'll die.. That's how it is..!" Boy, how much Heero and Wufei would've loved to hear me confess that.. The puppy tilted its fluffy head sideways, staring at Duo for a couple of seconds, then pawed at Duo's legs playfully. Its togue was hanging out the side of its mouth, and it seemed satisfied enough to just be there with him. "..Something tells me that you aren't going to give up, nomatter what excuse I throw at you.." The brown haired boy sighed, smiling sweetly down at the puppy.
***
"...............Is Maxwell back yet................?" Wufei groaned, laying limply on the couch, staring at the ceiling with bubbles spinning around his head and eventually popping. One arm was holding his roaring stomach, the other was dangling from the edge of the couch he was on. "...No... He isn't...unfortunately....." Quatre whimpered, rolling around on the floor and looking slightly irritated.
"..............Must.........................have..................food...... ........coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..............................." Trowa droned. "......THIRTIETH LEVEL!!!!!" Heero announced, though he knew nobody was paying any attention to him. Now I understand why Duo is so easily entertained by graphics and pointless fiction plots.. Because they're pointless and you don't have to worry about the troubles that life presents you with..
".................Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee allow me to have some coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....!!!" Trowa had already dropped the book he was absorbed into just a minute ago, and was now drooling. "No, Trowa.. Not yet.. He'll be back soon enough..." The Japanese pilot persuaded, trying to keep at least one of his starving comrades sane. "But that's what you told him an hour ago.....!!" The blonde haired Arabian pilot wailed, followed by a rather loud grumble coming from his stomach. "Face it, Yuy... He probably got sidetracked by some onna...." Now Wufei had the droned voice. "..We're going to starve to our end..." "QUATRE, WUFEI, WILL YOU TWO JUST HUSH UP AND HAVE SOME FAITH IN DUO???!? HE'S PULLED THROUGH FOR US BEFORE, AND HE WON'T LET US DOWN, NOW!" Heero yelled, losing all patience."He's right. Sometimes you guys are way too pessimistic."
***
"Ya know, the guys I live with.... They aren't going to be all too satisfied to see you. I'll fill you in with that much.." Duo rolled his eyes over in the puppy's direction, sitting in the seat next to him. "So don't go expecting a warm welcome, because I live with two guys who aren't exactly the deeply emotional and caring type, and add to that a tender- hearted guy who loves nearly every aspect of life, a really quiet guy, and you've got yourself the wierdest combo you'll ever find living out in space!" he laughed, and the puppy sat up happily. It barked cheerfully, then layed back down in the seat. The puppy began to lick its sprained paw, that was now bleeding, with absolute care. It didn't want to harm itself, yet it didn't want to have its blood all over its fur. So, it just licked its paw as carefully as possible. Duo just-so-happened to notice this, and pulled the truck over. "Oh, I never noticed your paw was bleeding..." he quickly grabbed a medical kit that was located behind his seat, took out a roll of bandage, and began wrapping it around the puppy's arm gently. "Now, I know it's probably gonna be hard on ya, but try not to move your paw a lot.. That'll just increase the bleeding." The puppy seemed to notice this, and barked in a way that seemed as if it agreed with Duo. After that, they continued to the store, and neither of them made a sound until Duo got out of the car to buy groceries. Then, then puppy began to bark wildly, as if arguing with Duo, and telling him not to leave. "..What..? It's just gonna be for a couple of minutes, little buddy." But this didn't satisfy the doggy. Deathscythe's pilot blinked a couple of times, then got an idea. He grabbed an old bookbag that he kept in the truck for some odd reason, gently placed the puppy in it, and slipped the bag onto his back. Now, he could carry his pal around while shopping, and the puppy wouldn't have to worry about Duo leaving. "Now ya satisfied?" he laughed as walked into the store.
***
"..I'm starving........." Quatre complained again."..Please tell me that there's something....to eat..." "Sorry, but I ate the last piece of bread, yesterday.." Trowa sweatdropped, seeing Quatre's look of anger. Suddenly, the blonde haired boy pounced Trowa, grabbed him by the neck,and started shaking him up and down. "Why!? Why??! WHY???!!!??" Sandrock's pilot demanded. "How could you??!!"
"...I...ack...said.......gah...that....hic....I..ack...was......hicgah...... SORRY!!!" Trowa gasped. Wufei was drooling, zoning out and watching as little Snickers bars swirled around his head in various incomplete circles."Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood..........................." he droned, occasionally grabbing for the dream Snickers and always missing. "............Weak chocolate..........." the Chinese pilot finally concluded, giving up on the Snickers. But now, Nerds came into the rotation..... "..Hn............." Heero crushed the soda can he was holding, eye- ing his insane comrades sympathetically. "Get ahold of yourselves...Bakas................"
"Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!!!!!" the starved three whined.
"Stooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooop......!" Heero groaned, rubbing his head in pain. "If you guys continue to whine like that, I'm going to lose my sanity!" Suddenly, the back door burst open, Duo strolling in casually with his arms full of groceries. "Hey! Sorry for the wait, but I made a new pal on my way to the store!" "...............Cheese.........................." Wufei moaned from the couch, then automatically jumped up, pointed at Duo and exclaimed. "Ha! I knew Maxwell met another onna!"
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ryo: *wacks Wufei upside the head for an unsure reason* Wufei: *rubs the back of his head, grimacing* What in Nataku's name did you do that for, onna? Ryo: *holds up her idex finger* One: The name's Ryo, which'd be Miss Ryo to you... Or even the accursed full name James Ruri Yamashi Ovaki IV! And two: I'm the one who drones over cheese and chocolate and candy and tea and sugar and you always take over what I say. So please, next time you say cheese, gimme credit, baka shonen! Quatre: *sweatdrop* You guys! Please stop fighting! Ryo: Li'l Quat, we ain't fighting; we're negotiating. Heero: T_T The muse is always responsible for the continuing of the fic, isn't it? *pathetic sigh* On with the fic... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
***
"Man! If I'd have known that they wanted so much, I'd have brought at least five credit cards!" Duo growled, glaring at the list in his right hand, while driving the truck he shared with the other four pilots using his left hand. Then, he let out a quiet chuckle, realizing the funny coincedence that each and every one of the gundam pilots he lived with had a credit card, and that totaled four plus the one he owned equaled five credit cards, which was just the minimum amount of cards he needed. "Heh, they've always made me laugh, and they think of it as vice versa!" He laughed loudly, not bothering to notice the odd stares passersby were giving him because they heard him through the opened window that Shinigami had seemed to forget about. But that caught his attention shortly after someone called him an "escaped prisoner from the mental asylum." Duo immediately hit the breaks, saw the opened window, and grinnned sheepishly at all the people he was driving by. A cold sweatdrop trickled down his right cheek, then he hit the gas, calling back and apology to everyone he drove past, catching more attention.
***
"Was Duo being serious when he said it took him until 5:00 to get to the third level of this game??" Heero mused, easily defeating the level's boss."..I had better not save.. or else he'll be quite ashamed of the fact that I've already reached the fifteenth level of his video game.." "..What was the last level you saved at, Yuy?" Wufei asked, just to know how busted Heero was going to be when Duo got back. "The third level, right where Duo left off," The Japanese teenager answered casually, proceeding on with his successful game. "...Something tells me that you haven't forgotten one detail about a usually complicated situation, thus giving you the advantage and also leaving no proof of your presence at the scene of the situation.." Shenlong's pilot muttered. "There have been precisley seven times when I hadn't considered all of the facts thrown at me, and I had messed up big time," Heero stated simply. "I'm just trying to avoid the humiliation of those times by not repeating the mistakes I had made.." He paused the game, and walked into the kitchen to fetch himself a soda. "...Right.. Now that something tells me he's too perfect.." Wufei lowered his eyebrows, then took a seat on the floor, beginning to meditate and clarify his thoughts. "Nataku, please lend me some of your wisdom so that I can overcome my state of bewilderment."
***
"Man, I'm screwed.." Duo muttered, occasionally taking his gaze off the road and looking off to his left to see if the people from the downtown area were still following him and staring. Fortunately, it seemed as though they'd given up on his somewhat odd outburst of laughter. He always found a way to get screwed like this, and never found out why. But one thing was for sure, it happened every time he was out in the town, driving. That's why he wanted to avoid buying the food and stuff everyone needed. "Yeah, but they always make it imperative that I buy the groceries.. So I end up getting screwed all the time.." He sighed, then noticed a small figure carelessly prancing right into the middle of the road. "HOLY-!!!" Duo slammed his foot on the break, and stared at the now terrified creature, shivering in the middle of the road. "What in the...??" The American pilot slowly opened the door to the huge truck he was in, hopped down to the ground, and ran up to the animal to see if it was hurt or anything. Much to Duo's relief, then animal was merely roughed up abit from wandering around the streets all alone, and not hurt too seriously. He smiled sweetly at the small thing, that he now noticed was a puppy. It had roughed up black fur and bright blue eyes that had sorrow filling them completely. No doubt this poor puppy had been abandoned.. he figured, pitying the young dog. "Ya feeling okay, little buddy?" the pilot from the L2 cluster asked, smiling down at the puppy dog. It let out a high-pitched bark, seemingly saying,"Yes." "Well, I'm glad!" the cobalt blue eyed teenager placed his hands on his hips, and grinned, before heading off to the truck. The puppy barked again, then limped after Duo, but being too slow due to its sprained leg. "..Huh...?" the 15 year old turned around, and saw the dog limping towards him. "No, little buddy, I can't take care of you.. Maybe we could find you a better place to live in than mine." Despite what Duo said, the puppy proceeded forward as if that didn't matter. It's blue eyes sparkled, and focused on him as if nothing else existed but them. Nothing. Not even its sprained leg. "Did you even pay attention to what I was saying?" The God of Death blurted. "Listen, I'm poor and irresponsible. I can't take care of you, at least not forever. I'd eventually just become too lazy to even feed you, then I'll get too lazy too feed myself and that's when I'll die.. That's how it is..!" Boy, how much Heero and Wufei would've loved to hear me confess that.. The puppy tilted its fluffy head sideways, staring at Duo for a couple of seconds, then pawed at Duo's legs playfully. Its togue was hanging out the side of its mouth, and it seemed satisfied enough to just be there with him. "..Something tells me that you aren't going to give up, nomatter what excuse I throw at you.." The brown haired boy sighed, smiling sweetly down at the puppy.
***
"...............Is Maxwell back yet................?" Wufei groaned, laying limply on the couch, staring at the ceiling with bubbles spinning around his head and eventually popping. One arm was holding his roaring stomach, the other was dangling from the edge of the couch he was on. "...No... He isn't...unfortunately....." Quatre whimpered, rolling around on the floor and looking slightly irritated.
"..............Must.........................have..................food...... ........coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..............................." Trowa droned. "......THIRTIETH LEVEL!!!!!" Heero announced, though he knew nobody was paying any attention to him. Now I understand why Duo is so easily entertained by graphics and pointless fiction plots.. Because they're pointless and you don't have to worry about the troubles that life presents you with..
".................Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeeeeeeeee allow me to have some coffeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....!!!" Trowa had already dropped the book he was absorbed into just a minute ago, and was now drooling. "No, Trowa.. Not yet.. He'll be back soon enough..." The Japanese pilot persuaded, trying to keep at least one of his starving comrades sane. "But that's what you told him an hour ago.....!!" The blonde haired Arabian pilot wailed, followed by a rather loud grumble coming from his stomach. "Face it, Yuy... He probably got sidetracked by some onna...." Now Wufei had the droned voice. "..We're going to starve to our end..." "QUATRE, WUFEI, WILL YOU TWO JUST HUSH UP AND HAVE SOME FAITH IN DUO???!? HE'S PULLED THROUGH FOR US BEFORE, AND HE WON'T LET US DOWN, NOW!" Heero yelled, losing all patience."He's right. Sometimes you guys are way too pessimistic."
***
"Ya know, the guys I live with.... They aren't going to be all too satisfied to see you. I'll fill you in with that much.." Duo rolled his eyes over in the puppy's direction, sitting in the seat next to him. "So don't go expecting a warm welcome, because I live with two guys who aren't exactly the deeply emotional and caring type, and add to that a tender- hearted guy who loves nearly every aspect of life, a really quiet guy, and you've got yourself the wierdest combo you'll ever find living out in space!" he laughed, and the puppy sat up happily. It barked cheerfully, then layed back down in the seat. The puppy began to lick its sprained paw, that was now bleeding, with absolute care. It didn't want to harm itself, yet it didn't want to have its blood all over its fur. So, it just licked its paw as carefully as possible. Duo just-so-happened to notice this, and pulled the truck over. "Oh, I never noticed your paw was bleeding..." he quickly grabbed a medical kit that was located behind his seat, took out a roll of bandage, and began wrapping it around the puppy's arm gently. "Now, I know it's probably gonna be hard on ya, but try not to move your paw a lot.. That'll just increase the bleeding." The puppy seemed to notice this, and barked in a way that seemed as if it agreed with Duo. After that, they continued to the store, and neither of them made a sound until Duo got out of the car to buy groceries. Then, then puppy began to bark wildly, as if arguing with Duo, and telling him not to leave. "..What..? It's just gonna be for a couple of minutes, little buddy." But this didn't satisfy the doggy. Deathscythe's pilot blinked a couple of times, then got an idea. He grabbed an old bookbag that he kept in the truck for some odd reason, gently placed the puppy in it, and slipped the bag onto his back. Now, he could carry his pal around while shopping, and the puppy wouldn't have to worry about Duo leaving. "Now ya satisfied?" he laughed as walked into the store.
***
"..I'm starving........." Quatre complained again."..Please tell me that there's something....to eat..." "Sorry, but I ate the last piece of bread, yesterday.." Trowa sweatdropped, seeing Quatre's look of anger. Suddenly, the blonde haired boy pounced Trowa, grabbed him by the neck,and started shaking him up and down. "Why!? Why??! WHY???!!!??" Sandrock's pilot demanded. "How could you??!!"
"...I...ack...said.......gah...that....hic....I..ack...was......hicgah...... SORRY!!!" Trowa gasped. Wufei was drooling, zoning out and watching as little Snickers bars swirled around his head in various incomplete circles."Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood..........................." he droned, occasionally grabbing for the dream Snickers and always missing. "............Weak chocolate..........." the Chinese pilot finally concluded, giving up on the Snickers. But now, Nerds came into the rotation..... "..Hn............." Heero crushed the soda can he was holding, eye- ing his insane comrades sympathetically. "Get ahold of yourselves...Bakas................"
"Foooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!!!!!" the starved three whined.
"Stooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooop......!" Heero groaned, rubbing his head in pain. "If you guys continue to whine like that, I'm going to lose my sanity!" Suddenly, the back door burst open, Duo strolling in casually with his arms full of groceries. "Hey! Sorry for the wait, but I made a new pal on my way to the store!" "...............Cheese.........................." Wufei moaned from the couch, then automatically jumped up, pointed at Duo and exclaimed. "Ha! I knew Maxwell met another onna!"
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Ryo: *wacks Wufei upside the head for an unsure reason* Wufei: *rubs the back of his head, grimacing* What in Nataku's name did you do that for, onna? Ryo: *holds up her idex finger* One: The name's Ryo, which'd be Miss Ryo to you... Or even the accursed full name James Ruri Yamashi Ovaki IV! And two: I'm the one who drones over cheese and chocolate and candy and tea and sugar and you always take over what I say. So please, next time you say cheese, gimme credit, baka shonen! Quatre: *sweatdrop* You guys! Please stop fighting! Ryo: Li'l Quat, we ain't fighting; we're negotiating. Heero: T_T The muse is always responsible for the continuing of the fic, isn't it? *pathetic sigh* On with the fic... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++