Chapter Two: Stepping into the Light

~ Now that the war is through with me

I'm waking up I can not see

That there is not much left of me

Nothing is real but pain now ~

"Ohayo minna! We have two new students in our class! They've come from America so please try to be kind to them." Turning to the door, the teacher beckoned for them to enter. At that moment, two teens at the age of seventeen walked in side by side. "Please introduce yourselves."

Looking rather uncomfortable in the uniform she was wearing, Siân bowed to the class in an almost masculine way. "Ano… Konnichiwa! Atashi wa Tsukikage Siân." Looking to the teacher, he smiled and pointed to a seat behind a girl with sandy blonde hair and blue green eyes.

"Please take a seat behind Hongo Yui. She'll help you if you need anything." Turning to Shawn he gave him a quizzical look before smiling. "Well, you strikingly resemble a student that already attends this school. Please introduce yourself."

Shawn arched a brow at the teacher to show his lack of amusement before turning to the class. "Ore wa Tsukikage Shawn Shunkaku. Call me what you like." Looking back at the teacher, the man shrugged and indicated for him to sit behind Miaka next to his sister.

Passing between Miaka and Yui, he saw that both of them were staring at him a little too much for his liking. Turning to Yui he glared at her mildly while arching a questioning eyebrow. As she shrank back into her seat, he gave an amused smirk and took his seat. Siân merely sighed and shook her head. Shawn would always be Shawn.

Watching Shawn take his seat, Miaka felt her friend tense up beside her. If she was correct, and she knew Yui was thinking the same thing, this was indeed Suboshi. And if her memory served her correctly, Yui had had quite a heart breaking experience last time she and the boy had met. Peering at Yui from the corner of her eyes she wondered what was going through her head and how she was reacting to this shocking occurrence, but the only thing she saw was a stoic look and rigid repose. This wasn't going to be pretty.

Giving a long sigh, Miaka gave a quick glance to the girl beside Shawn and observed her quietly. She looked extremely uncomfortable in the skirt she wore that was part of the uniform. This interested her. Did not the American's wear uniforms as well in their schools? It was pretty much tradition that girls wore their selected uniform and guys did the same. Shrugging her shoulders she turned back to face the teacher only to pause in mid action. There was something about Siân that didn't seem quite right.

She acted so much like… Like Amiboshi. Smiling warmly and yet quiet and reserved. People like her and the older twin were the hardest of all to read. Their emotions were locked deep inside of their hearts in an attempt to hide all the pain and suffering they felt. Miaka was used to seeing this in Koutoku, but this girl… why did she see it in her as well? Giving a look of frustration, the girl with buns in her hair decided it was best not to think about it at this point in time.

That's when it hit her. She just HAD to tell Koutoku, and what better way than dragging Shawn to him to see for himself. After all, Koutoku had his memories, why wouldn't Shunkaku? Smiling in a pleased manner she nodded her head. This would prove to be entertaining.

Yui gazed at Miaka calmly and felt a shiver run up her spine. From the smile on her face it was obvious that her best friend had a plan, and from past events, she wasn't too sure she wanted to see how this one turned out. Groaning inwardly she looked away praying that she wouldn't have to regret her friend's actions. She just didn't want to deal with it. Just like she didn't want to deal with the memories that had just walked in the classroom door.

Suboshi… The boy that had claimed to love her and died for her was now sitting somewhere behind her. It had shocked her. But what hurt the most was the cold unfeeling look he gave to her before proceeding to his desk. That couldn't be the same Suboshi. Not HER Suboshi. He had hung on her every word and melted at the mere sight of her smile, but now, it seemed like he didn't want anything to do with her. That hurt. More than words could ever explain.

Shawn felt their eyes on him. He felt their stares. It wasn't like he'd never had someone stare at him before; it was his classmates' hobby back in America. It wasn't everyday that you got to see a possessed child. Smirking mildly to himself, he closed his eyes and listened to the lecture. He was sure he'd find out what they were staring at him about later, but in all truth he didn't really care at the moment. The only thing that mattered to him was sitting beside him shifting about nervously trying to get accustom to the uniform skirt she was forced to wear. He knew that wouldn't last. And somehow his sister would find a way to steal his uniforms and talk her way out of the girls' uniform.

It was amusing. Very. Had he been able to smile he would have, but it always turned out the same. A sadistic smirk crossed his features that would have creeped out the bravest of people. This made him wince internally. What kind of person was he that he couldn't even smile for the sake of his beloved sister? She had tried so hard for years to get him to crack even the tiniest of smiles, but nothing worked. And he would as always, return to being the boy that never smiled.

~*~

Siân stepped out into the welcoming sunlight of the afternoon. Pausing she tilted her face upward with her eyes closed. It felt so good to be outside again. The only thing that would make it even better is if she could get out of the uniform she had been forced to wear. With irritation she brushed off the khaki pleated skirt and frowned. It was at that moment that she recalled Shawn looking at her that morning and nearly falling out of his chair cackling at the sight of her.

The frown grew all the more when her eyes finally scanned the school grounds in search of the boy. As she was about to give up she met up with a sight that made her feel as though she were going to pass out. Beneath a tree closer to the street, Shawn stood with the look of unbridled disgust as the girl with auburn hair clung to his arm and stared up at him with a pout securely placed on her face. This she had to see, and definitely had to hear.

Running toward them she heard the whining female voice addressing her brother in desperation that was borderline melodramatic. "DEMO! SHUNKAKU!!! You really need to meet him! ONEGAI!?!?!" Miaka stared up at Shawn with wide pools of gold as she tugged on his arm gently. No matter what, he WAS going to meet Koutoku like it or not.

Turning the glare onto the petite girl, it was obvious that he was growing severely impatient. "Listen you princess Leia wannabe… I'm not going to let you drag me anywhere. If you aren't on drugs you must be on a sugar high and I want nothing to do with you."

Siân had to cover her mouth in order to keep from laughing. Stepping forward she gently rested a hand on the now teary eyed Miaka. "Sumimasen Yuuki-san, Shun-kun isn't used to being treated like this. He's typically a loner." Normally she wouldn't talk about him like that, but she was hoping she could provoke him into agreeing. She wanted so much for him to make friends.

Miaka looked up at Siân sniffling softly before giving her a bright smile. "Ah… Could you help me get him to agree? I'd really like him to meet Koutoku-kun…"

Blinking a few times, Siân felt a familiarity in that name. Hadn't Shawn called her that once when they were little? No, he called her that a few times actually. "Well… If he doesn't want to meet the guy, could you still introduce me to him?" Siân gave a warm smile and closed her eyes in an amiable manner.

Catching on quickly for a change, Miaka nodded vigorously and let go of Shawn in order to cling onto Siân's arm instead. "Hai! He'd like you I think! Aren't you in concert band? He's really good with the flute!" At her words and actions, Shawn looked at her angrily not wanting anyone to touch his sister.

"Sounds great! Hai, I'm going to play piano. I'm not that great though." Smiling she continued to chat with the girl carefully observing the anger in Shawn's eyes as it started to show rather obviously in the pools of dark sapphire.

"Fine… I'm going with you." Yanking Siân away from Miaka he gave her a cold look that spoke of a horrid death if she ever dared to cling to his sister again. "Where is this loser?"

At his actions, Miaka began to giggle inanely before pointing to the opposite corner of the school where a solitaire figure sat beneath a tree gently cleaning a flute. From the distance they stood from the figure, it was hard to make out the looks, but it was painfully obvious that he had the same color hair and build as Shawn. "Koutoku is over there! Why don't you go say hello to him?"

Deep green eyes gazed at the boy beneath the tree silently wondering if meeting this boy was such a good idea. Turning to Shawn she gave him a worried look that he just ignored. He seemed stunned for some reason, and as if not on his own accord, his feet started to carry him toward the lonely boy. "Yo! Koutoku! How's it going?"

Looking up sharply, both Siân and Shawn looked at the new boy wandering over with two others present. He had bright red orange hair that was styled almost as tousled as Shawn's. Nearly tackling Shawn, the older boy rubbed his knuckles over his head and chuckled. "WHAT THE…?!?!?"

Siân nearly fainted at the sight. No one had ever showed so much affection or friendship to her brother whether it were an accident or not. Miaka on the other hand looked extremely worried. "Tasuki! That's not Kou-kun!" The boy instantly released Shawn and looked up at Miaka blankly. "That's… Shunkaku… you know…"

At her words, the boy's eyes widened in anger and fear all at once. "SUBOSHI?! What the heck is HE doing here?" Turning his glare to meet Shawn's, the two faced off with painful intentions in their eyes.

Stepping forward, a boy with dark blue hair grasped Tasuki's shoulder and yanked him back while snorting softly. "Baka… Lay off. If anything is started, let the brat start it." Looking up with cobalt blue eyes, they tauntingly met Shawn's.

"I don't know who the heck you people are or why the heck you keep calling me Suboshi! You people are nuts! And I thought 'I' was weird!" Taking a few steps back away from the group, he gave Siân a confused look before returning his glare to the others.

"Taka! Don't tease him! I don't want you guys fighting again! Besides! It would upset Yui-chan!" Miaka cried out while clinging to the blue haired boy's arm tightly.

Taka looked down at her and gave her a warm smile before leaning downward and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Hai… gomen ne."

At that moment the other boy present stepped forward with a hand outstretched to Siân politely with a smile. Long brown hair framed his face then was tied up in a soft ponytail just over his shoulder. "Konnichiwa, my name is Hotohori."

Blushing, Siân placed her hand in his and turned an even darker shade as he pressed a kiss lightly to it in a gentile manner. "Ano… ano ne… I'm… I'm Siân…" Pleased with the reaction his action caused, he stepped back and merely smiled at the now fuming Shawn.

Snarling at the group, Shawn reached out and grabbed Siân's wrist in a surprisingly gentle manner and drug her after him. At the moment she didn't notice because she was still blushing brightly from Hotohori's tiny gesture that no one had ever instilled on her before. "We're leaving…"

Blinking in surprise, Taka watched the two walk away quickly. "Is it just me, or does Suboshi not remember anything?"

"Hai… The more I'm around him; the more I suspect that to be true." Miaka frowned thoughtfully before exhaling in frustration. "Mou! This is not working out!"

Patting her shoulder lightly, Tasuki gave her a big grin along with a 'thumbs up'. "Hey! Don't look so glum! It's probably better that he doesn't remember his past as Suboshi! Besides, yo-yo boy was scary and I don't want to have to face that again."

Nodding slowly, Miaka knew that he had a point, but she also knew that him not remembering was going to break not only Yui's heart, but Koutoku's as well. Giving a labored sigh she sank against Taka seeking the comfort she needed so desperately. Hopefully, Shunkaku would remember at least SOME of his past life.

Shawn walked angrily away from the four not paying attention to where he was going until he heard a loud gasp from off to the side. Stopping in mid stride, he turned his cold blue eyes in the direction of the sound only to meet the mirror image of his own face. Blinking in surprise, Shawn let go of Siân's hand and turned to fully face the boy sitting beneath the tree. After a long moment of staring, Shawn blinked and groaned out in anguish. "GREAT! MY LIFE GET'S SCREWIER BY THE SECOND!"

Standing up instantly at the complaint, the boy reached out to Shawn and rested a hand on his shoulder in hidden excitement. "Is that you Shunkaku? Is it really you Shun-chan?"

Pausing in mid rant, Shawn gazed at the boy before him before arching a brow. "Yes I am Shunkaku, but I don't know where you get off addressing me as 'chan' kid. I don't know you, and I don't want to. You're just some freak that looks like me!"

The boy retracted his hand as if a snake had bitten it and blinked in shock. "Shunkaku…" Wide pools of deep blue gazed at Shawn in agony wondering why his brother was acting so coldly.

Coming back to the present, Siân looked around her brother in order to see whom he was speaking to. When her eyes met the sight of the boy before them her jaw dropped. "Oh my… lord…"

Jumping at her words, Shawn looked down at her and gave a slight sigh. "Hn… At least now I know I'm not seeing things or talking to myself."

Clutching his hands over his chest, the boy stepped back and bit his lower lip trying to cap off the emotions he was now feeling. "You don't remember do you? I'm Koutoku… You're twin!"

She couldn't take it anymore. With a loud thud, Siân hit the ground and twitched slightly. All those times he'd called her Koutoku, he'd been thinking of his twin? Was that all she was? Someone that was temporarily filling the void of his lost twin? Frowning deeply she sat up unaware of Koutoku kneeling down beside her in worry. "Genki da na?"

Shawn watched in horror as the boy called Koutoku cradled his sister against him gently with a worried look. Who did this kid think he was? Twin? He didn't know of a twin… Except… in those visions. Could there be something he wasn't seeing? After all, he had been adopted. "Could you please stay away from Siân-chan?" Possessively he knelt down and pulled her away from Koutoku while glaring at him.

"I… I just wanted to help…" Koutoku once more bit his lip in surprise. The sadness in his eyes grew by the second as Shawn clung to the girl that was looking more than confused at that moment. "You really don't remember anything? Tell me… you were adopted weren't you?"

Shawn gazed up at Koutoku a moment before giving a curt nod. "I was adopted by a family in America. I know nothing of my family nor do I care to know. They abandoned me!"

Koutoku blinked at the cry from his beloved twin and cringed. "Hai… I don't know our parents either… demo… I wouldn't have left you if I could have prevented it!"

A twin… Siân sat in total perplexity wondering how that could be. When her mother talked about adopting Shun, she said that the parents claimed they wanted nothing to do with the boy because of mark on his shoulder. Never once had they mentioned that Shunkaku had a twin. Shaking her head she looked at the sadness in Koutoku's eyes. It was easy enough to believe. They were completely identical aside from personalities. As Shawn opened his mouth to retort angrily, Siân put a hand gently over his lips and shook her head. "Koutoku-san… Would you like to walk home with us? I think we should talk this over rationally before some one gets severely hurt… And I don't want that…"

Both of the twins nodded slowly not really wanting to argue with the girl that was now struggling to her feet. Koutoku gave her a thankful smile that she nearly melted over. It wasn't her Shunkaku, but he looked just like him. She'd always wanted to see a smile on his face, and this was the closest thing she'd ever seen. Instantly she hugged him and gave a dry sob of surprise. In shock, Koutoku looked at her wide-eyed before gently patting her back comfortingly. "Ano… Daijoubu yo?"

Where did this guy get off? First he shatters what's left of his world and now he was stealing his precious sister away from him. No, Siân was more than just a sister even though he refused to admit it. But what he hated the most was that he gave her something he was incapable of giving her. A smile.

~*~

He'd been civil. Wasn't that enough? Siân gave a sigh and stared up at the ceiling feeling her heart pound in her chest. She could tell Shawn didn't care much for Koutoku. Shawn… Mom gave him that name. He had already been named Shunkaku, and their father liked the idea of him having a Japanese name. Thus, he kept both names. Before, only close family had referred to him as Shunkaku, now it seemed everyone wanted to call him that. In a way, she thought he preferred that. Unbidden memories were dug up whenever someone called him Shawn. Memories of her mother. Their mother.

Tears began to spill from her eyes as she allowed her form to curl into the fetal position. Always in the middle of the night, she unleashed her heart and allowed herself to sob herself to sleep. It had been a whole year since she passed away. But it seemed the pain only got deeper. In a soft whimper she called out for her mother knowing that she wouldn't come. "Mommy…"

Silently she chastised her self for the pathetic display she now put on. Her mother would have just giggled and called her a silly girl. That was just her mother. She was so kind and loving. She brought out even the gentle side of Shawn. Shawn was her baby boy. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved it when she called him that. Siân gave a soft sigh and sobbed again. "Oh momma…"

Suddenly the door creaked open to her room causing her to face the door quickly while swiping away her tears on the sleeve of her long sleeved shirt. Poking his head in slowly, Shawn winced at the sight of her tears in the moonlight. It wasn't often that he saw her cry. In fact it was hardly ever at all. "Daijoubu yo? I heard you and was just curious…"

It was meant to sound detached and nonchalant, but Siân could hear the soft caring tone that under laid the notes of his true intent. Giving a weak smile she managed to nod her head. "Daijoubu, Shun-kun…"

Shifting slightly, he knew she was lying. He could hear it in her quivering voice and see it in the faltering smile she tried so hard to show him. "May I come in?" Upon her nod he entered and cautiously sat upon the bed. He wasn't doing this solely for her; the flood of memories that were attacking his mind as well was keeping him awake. All the memories that revolved around the kind and solemn Koutoku. Reaching out to her he carefully swept a hand over her cheek and sighed feeling the moisture there.

"I'm sorry I woke you…" The only response was a soft 'hn' that he often used for his universal answer. Observing his tousled hair and lack of shirt she gave a small smile and sat up in bed in order to see him eye to eye. Leaning forward, she gently brushed a hand through his hair and pulled him into a hug. Tucking his head beneath her chin she kept one arm about his shoulders and the other in his silken dark blonde hair. "Tell me what's wrong…"

He knew she would see it. She could always tell when he was in pain. And what made it all the more intense was that the way she held him now was so intimate and loving, unlike anything he'd experienced. Huffing very softly he knew this was a total role reversal. He had come in here to comfort her, and now she was turning it around on him. The funny thing was, it didn't surprise him. "I'm… scared… mom… Koutoku… those weird kids always calling me Suboshi… those dreams…"

The dreams… Yes, he'd told her of the dreams before. Shaking her head she held him close to her and slipped her fingers lightly through his hair in a soothing manner. "I know… it's so much… I miss momma too. I'll ask dad about Koutoku tomorrow… I'm sorry this is hurting you…"

Closing his eyes he reveled in the warmth she put off solely for him. It was so relaxing and it made him feel so at peace. "Arigauto…"

"Hai… anything for you… my dear Shun-kun…"

Breathing in deeply he memorized the scent that ebbed off of her in waves. It was like the scent of the fresh spring rain for the first time on a sunny day. It was at that moment he realized that it was true. She was far more than just a sister. "Siân… tell me why you were crying… were you missing mom?"

The girl nodded slowly and closed her eyes tightly trying to stop the tears that were now streaming down her cheeks again. "H-hai…" She hadn't meant for it to happen, but the tears soon seeped into his hair causing a jolt to run down his spine. Looking up into her eyes, he wished that he could do something, anything, to ease the pain he saw there. "Gomen… gomen ne…"

Shaking his head lightly he raised a shaking hand to wipe the tears off of her cheeks gently. "It's understandable Siân… It's ok to cry…" Timidly she leaned into his touch closing her eyes. People were wrong about her Shunkaku. He wasn't a demon, and he was beautiful at heart. And the scariest part was, she was falling for him, and that meant that her father would start to be even more defensive around him. And he didn't need that.

"Aren't… aren't you even a little excited about meeting your twin?" Half of her was happy that he had found him, while the other burned with a strong jealousy. She didn't want to lose him. Not ever.

"I don't know what to think… I'd rather not think about it right now…" With a sad expression he gazed down at her studying her bright green eyes as they shimmered in the dim night-light filtering in through the window.

Giving a tired nod she pulled away from him then slid out of bed. Walking over to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony she stopped in order to press her palm against the cool glass. Looking into her transparent reflection she noted how mussed up her short brown hair was. It looked horrible. Making a face she raised her eyes to meet the pools of blue now peering over her shoulder to stare at the door as well. "It's different here… ne? People seem to like you. You may even make a few good friends."

Meeting her strained smile in the translucent reflection, he noted the worry in her eyes. "I may… demo… none would be as good a friend as you." Watching carefully he was gifted with a true smile that he loved to see on her pale features. Averting his eyes to the outside of the pane of glass, he saw the bright shine of the moon set into the velvet backdrop of midnight blue and tiny white sparkling stars. Dark gray clouds passed over it quickly allowing the light to filter through their feathery structure revealing the network of spider webs that formed their bodies. It was so simple and yet so extravagant.

"It's beautiful…"

"Hn…"

A soft giggle escaped her as she unconsciously allowed herself to fall against his chest. At first he gazed down at her in surprise, but in time he felt his arms slowly rise to wrap lightly around her shoulders drawing her close. He didn't want to let her go. Not now and he was sure he would never want to. Closing her eyes she couldn't help but pray that this was anything but a dream. Drifting in and out of sleep, she felt a euphoric feeling pass over her body causing her to shiver. Whispering softly to him, she no longer knew or cared what she was saying. "Wo ai ni… Shun-kun…"

Arching a brow as he stared down at her seemingly frail frame he felt a slight tug on his lips. Unfortunately he still didn't allow it to become anymore than that. She wasn't totally coherent and therefore he couldn't take her seriously. Giving a light sigh he finally rested his chin on her shoulder pressing his cheek to hers. "I love you too… Siân…"

~*~

Pressing the cold silver of the mouthpiece to his soft lips he could feel the moisture from his breath staining the precious metal with condensation. It was dreadfully late. Even for him this was beyond late especially for something as silly as thinking. Well, it wasn't that thinking was silly; it was just the way he had to think. His thoughts were always clearer when he was playing soft notes on his flute. Tonight he pulled out his concert flute because it matched his mood.

His normal wooden flute didn't seem to fit him tonight. Not after he'd seen his twin after so many years. His dear sweet Shunkaku. It was like a dream come true seeing the mirror image of him self. Giving a soft sigh he finally allowed his breath to travel over the instrument as his slender fingers deftly worked over the keys that dressed its sparkling body.

Yes, the cold of the metal against his lips and fingers definitely matched his heart. It was cold and frozen to the feelings that were clawing at him and screaming in pain. And scarily, they matched Shunkaku the best. The boy he had loved so dearly was now treating him like a total stranger and a nuisance that he wanted nothing to do with. Had he forgotten everything so easily? Did he not remember the prayer they had whispered together the night they gave their lives to save Lady Yui?

Soon a melancholic tune sifted through the night air falling onto the breeze that softly brushed through his deep blonde hair and over his loose pajamas. Time always seemed to stand still whenever he sat on his balcony playing his flute. And with the sad thoughts of his twin echoing in his mind and heart, it seemed all the worse. So many years he'd been all alone and now that Shunkaku was right in front of him, he wasn't even allowed to touch him.

The small boy sat on a bench with a book in his lap. Wide orbs of indigo blue scanned the pages of the book that was beyond his age. Yet, he understood everything he read. He was always like that. Pausing in his studying he looked up to see some kids his age playing on the playground nearby. Laughter filled the air as they showed their carefree nature in everyway possible.

Biting his lower lip he dropped his eyes to the book again dreading what he knew was to come. He wasn't allowed to play like the other kids; he had to stay calm and quiet or pay for his actions. Solid footsteps caught his attention bringing fearful eyes upward to meet the man standing before him with a look of impatience in his eyes. "All right you little brat let's go…"

The strong hand gripped his arm yanking the poor child with brutal force leaving deep purple marks on his pale skin. Part of him wanted to whimper in pain, but he knew better. Suffering quietly meant that he wouldn't have to deal with more pain later.

Shuddering at the memories, Koutoku lowered his flute and opened his eyes to dispel the visions that filled his thoughts. The wide eyes of blue traveled to the moon as it hung in the sky with its normal cold and detached feel. It reminded him of Shunkaku. The clouds were growing thicker and soon blocked out the pale light completely. It would rain soon, if not that night, definitely in the morning. The wind picked up as he sank into the chair he sat upon with his knees pressed tightly to his chest.

Gently he sat the instrument down on the small table beside the chair and then rested his chin upon his knees. He was so tired and so lonely. He'd been adopted as well, and he hadn't been nearly as lucky as Shunkaku. The couple that took him in was an aristocratic pair that was high in society. This brought about many taunts to the 'spoiled rich kid'. In truth he didn't think he was spoiled. He wasn't allowed to have anything, and he had only been adopted in order to make the couple look better to the public eye.

It was just politics. Because it was just that, his so-called father treated him like nothing more than a rag doll. When no one was looking, he was beaten and neglected, but when the camera's and public watched, he was treated like royalty. All his life, he was alone. He envied Shunkaku for that.

Sighing softly, Koutoku looked up at the sky once more straining to see the moon behind the network of clouds. His thoughts were racing in his head fighting to figure out why his life had to be so painful. He wanted his brother… He needed him… But the only person Shunkaku even acknowledged was the girl Siân. Siân… She was very pretty and gentle. At first glance you didn't see that in her, but he did. He truly envied his twin for getting a sister that loved him that much.

Shaking his head he looked at the cold tile of the balcony before placing his bare feet on it. The cold was nearly painful as it shot up his legs and into his lower back. Yelping very softly he bit his tongue casting a worried glance at the house he lived in. The last thing he needed was for them to wake up and 'put him in his place'.

Hanging his head sadly he walked back into his room and silently closed the balcony door. Putting his flute away, he finally fell onto his bed curling into the covers seeking some sort of warmth and protection he had never had. Finally falling asleep he found solace in the dreams that sprang from the times he and his brother were together and were never apart…

~ TBC… I wanted to get more of the plot going, that's why I posted the first two chapters. I hope it's ok so far. Please tell me what you think. I'm open to suggestions. See chapter one for disclaimers and other information. Thanks for reading!