Okay- let me just let you all get this straight so you understand this: I
DON'T LIKE THIS SECTION. There- I said it- I SAID IT! . I hate how it
turned out, and frankly, I have no idea what its point is. ((This is where
I agree with ryoubakurafan013 and say that there NEEDS to be some shonen
ai.. [cries] damn it!)) Actually- there is a point: going through the next
song on the CD. Um. but- there are only 2 more tracks left- the two where
feelings come out, and it'll probably take me a week to write "City"
because 1) I like that song. a lot. And 2) it's important. So please hang
on people! Um. yeah. responses!:
Anubis: Interesting poem! [laughs lightly] but thanks for letting me take that "name" for Anzu- I'm gonna either try and put it in the next 2 chapters- and if it doesn't show up in one of those two, I guarantee it'll show up in "Just Let Me Be in Love" ^_^. Thank you! ((and again- kudos for the poem))
St djahskahl: [stares] Tea/Bakura/Ryou? [eyes go all wide] WTF ARE THOSE PEOPLE THINKING?!?!?! [falls over]
Bunnychan: Gomen nasai. the bitch ain't dead.
Phoenixfeather: Aren't Ryou/Bakura fics just a LITTLE predictable as is? [taps her chin]
Ryoubakurafan013: Well- apology accepted- I felt a little offended at first- but it's a review after all and I've gotta be ready! [huggles her all lovingly] thanks for being honest, though! And my "blahness"- you're too nice to me saying that my stories are good! . no one ever believes me when I think I did a horrible job! And Tea out of the picture? Well- just make sure to read the general note after all the responses are over.And before I forget- HOW CAN YOU JOKE AT RELENA/QUATRE?!?! [screams like Godzilla in rage] roooaaaaaarrrrrr!!!!
Renee the Rabid Squirrel: Yeah- the "Left of the Middle" CD is pretty damn good. -_-. Too bad she was like. a 2 hit wonder, man. Just when she's coming back- she dies! .
Okay- ANZU IS *NOT* DEAD! A few people assumed she was- and she is NOT. Um. some of you also get mad because of something Ryou decides to do for Anzu- but don't get angry. Ryou doesn't seem the type to hold a grudge- so yeah. ^_^. Anyway- onto this STUPID part of the story that sucks!
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*.*: song lyrics '.': thoughts
Left of the Middle: Intuition
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*Everybody's been in my face-
Tellin' me I gotta make a change.
All I ever hear day and night is- "You better hurry up and get a life".
I need some direction- 'cause the clock is ticking away.*
The falling blossoms slid across the clean pavement as they strolled through the park- oddly enough, it had been Malik's idea to take a walk that night. His purple eyes were gazing at the plentiful sakura that littered the trees around the two.
"This is something we always missed in Egypt." He mumbled as a slight breeze swirled his sand-colored hair across his back and onto his shoulder. Then out of nowhere, his suggestion came. "Maybe you should bring Ryou out here." Bakura's eyes shifted to the teenager who had his hands in his pockets, eyes studying the stars and cherry blossoms alike. "He'd like this sort of thing."
"Can you really picture me even out here with Ryou?" the yami intended the question to be rhetorical, but Malik ignored that.
"You came out here with me- why should Ryou be any different?" He sighed. "If you ever intend to tell Ryou how you feel, you better get on with it. Knowing you, you'll blow it off till it conveniences you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bakura snapped. His friend's words seemed to poke at what he'd been going over in his mind for the 2 weeks after the party involving the "unfortunate" deaths of Ryou's attackers. That night Ryou had hugged him with no fear for his safety at all- only wanting the yami to listen. When they went home, the hikari had merely given him a thankful look for not killing Anzu before going to bed.
"It means stop fuckin' putting it off because Ryou is starting to think you're going soft for someone else." Malik snapped back as if his response was the only obvious one.
"Going soft- that's a new way of putting it." Bakura tried to ignore the message of the last remark.
"Yeah- going soft. Even the pharaoh sees it." This earned a glare from the silver-haired male.
"I'm not."
"Oh stop fuckin' denying it. You know you are and don't keep trying to lie to me." Malik looked back towards the sky. Although their words seemed to always have a harsh tone to them, neither took the attitude seriously. "Ever since you left Ryou, you started changing. And frankly, I think it was for the better." Bakura flinched. He knew he was changing- but was it THAT obvious? He hated the thought.
"The better, ne?"
"Yeah- the better. Bakura, everyone is all ready getting disappointed that you haven't even made a move yet. "
"Everyone?" The yami wasn't particularly shocked- but it sounded as if this would be something Malik was making up on the spot. He didn't think want that other people were forming an opinion on something that was only his concern.
"Well." Malik frowned, he knew that Bakura automatically caught his bluff. "Well- me. I'M disappointed that you haven't made any effort to finally tell Ryou how you feel."
"How would you know how I feel about that weakling?" His comment seemed only an effort to recover the old him that he knew he'd lost over the months.
"Urusai, Bakura." Malik frowned, waving his comment off. "I've known you long enough to tell- alright? Just- do something- ANYTHING. I'm sick of watching Ryou get his hopes up and constantly having to wait. It's like I'm going through this fuckin' roller coaster too!"
*Then a friend of a friend of mine says I've really been on his mind-
And wants to go out and check out what this feelin's about.
Says we have a deep connection- well it sure is news to me.
And all I can say-*
"Bakura?" Ryou asked a bit cautiously as the yami and hikari walked towards Domino High.
"Yes, Ryou?" The man was starring at a cloud that drifted wistfully across the pale blue sky. The hikari looked at his face, he seemed very self absorbed into his thoughts.
"Um. would you mind coming into class with me before you leave? It'll only take a minute." Bakura glanced down at his light, nodding before looking back up to the sky once again.
Soon their movement led them to the school; Ryou was leading the way through the halls of the building- there weren't that many people that early before classes even started. He stopped at a door in the main hall, opening it and showing his yami inside.
"Hey, Ryou!" A female voice called- Emiru. The teenage girl smiled lightly at the young man as she walked up to the pair. "I hadn't expected you this early!"
The hikari smiled, bowing in greeting. "I figured it would be better if you guys got more time together." He stood upright, smiling at her. The boy turned to his yami, motioning to the young woman. "Bakura- this is Emiru, Emiru- Bakura." Bakura's dark eyes looked up and down the young woman- he'd seen her kissing Ryou. She had a smile on her face as she reached out to shake his hand- which the yami reluctantly did.
//Why did you introduce me to this woman?// Bakura shoved his hands back into his pockets, looking around the classroom where several small groups of people were scattered about over books and paper.
/Because, Bakura./ The hikari smiled up at Bakura. /She wants to go on a date with you./
*Is intuition tells me- how to live my day-
Intuition tells me- when to walk away.
Could have turned left- could have turned right-
But I ended up here bang
In the middle of real life.*
Her light hand gripped his as they made their way through the darkened city of Domino- the shopping district illuminating their faces. Bakura was starring straight ahead- it wasn't that he didn't like the teenager's company- it just was that she was too much like Ryou. He couldn't seem to get over the fact that the two of them acted EXTREMELY similar. Same conversational topics, stance, attitude- if he hadn't been used to the personality, he would have all ready assumed weakness; Ryou's mock presence was taunting.
'This doesn't feel right.' Bakura sighed; the young woman had stopped in order to look at the window display of a dress store. Her eyes were shimmering in the light as she examined the manikins. 'She only reminds me of Ryou.' Emiru turned with a smile on her face, motioning to a white, knee- length sun dress with pale green flowers stitched along the borders.
"Can I try it on?" The shorter girl asked pleadingly, Bakura nodding somewhat in acknowledgement. He followed her in but remained silent as she went to the register where the lady behind the counter directed her to a rack of similar dresses. Emiru smiled in his direction, pulling out a dress and going to the fitting room.
'She's nice. I guess. But-' He looked back outside. The only reason he'd accepted her date was at his hikari's request.
*Then another one says she'd do anything to get ahead.
She doesn't care if she has to scratch and claw to get to the door.
She wants her 15 minutes of fame- and 20 would be nice.
But I guess it's her life-*
Ryou sighed lightly, placing a "Get Well" card and single light blue rose on the nightstand besides the sleeping body. His face looked sadly at the calm expression on Anzu's face- she hadn't seemed to make any progress since the incident- all she did was sleep.
/I'm starting to feel a little sorry for her./ The teenager crossed his arms as he watched her breathing in and out using a respirator.
//Don't.// Bakura stood beside him, hands in his pockets, starring down at the young woman's face. Again that feeling of how she could have actually turned out- resurfaced. It seemed she had potential to be a better person- or as best a person that a sex- starved woman could be. But did he actually really want to think that? The yami frowned- she had tried to trick his hikari into being attacked- his sympathy instantly disappeared. She'd been rightfully punished.
/Thank you for coming with me to see her- I know you wouldn't have if I hadn't asked./ Ryou turned to the door, opening it and stepping into the hospital's clean hallway.
//You asked me to.// Bakura cast one last glance at the female before following him into the hall. She'd probably hate him when she woke up.
/Yeah, but./ The two of them headed for the exit- Ryou hugging his light cream colored sweater to him and starring at the ground, Bakura with hands in his pants pockets, starring straight ahead.
//Shut up, Ryou.// He didn't want to think about her anymore; when she woke up, he didn't even want to celebrate her arrival once again.
*Cuz intuition tells me that I'm doing fine. Intuition tells me- when to draw the line. Could have turned left- could have turned right- But I ended up here bang- In the middle of real life.*
The smaller male smiled at him from the door, shutting it behind him as he walked away- going to school. Bakura merely starred after the door as Ryou left; he went to the living room soon afterward. Ryou had started walking to school on his own once again; he seemed very confident when trying to convince Bakura that he wouldn't be in any danger- but the yami couldn't help but question the hikari's judgment. As it was, Bakura had to make sure his concern was at least somewhat hidden. Asking saying things like "How will I know that group of friends of yours won't trade you off to be attacked again?" and "Do you know how long it takes to get from place to place? You're to keep a tight schedule and never break it", the yami had managed to use his old affirmative and commanding power over the young man to at least keep his freedom on a tight leash.
But Bakura didn't mind how concerned he was for the young man- if anything- he was somewhat comfortable with it; it seemed that Malik's words were starting to sink in. His friend had continued to try to encourage but to no avail, yet somehow, Bakura was coming to the realization on his own. He actually appreciated the situation he was in.
Ryou would come home at 4 after he'd been to school and Yuugi's house- the young man would cook for the two- taking a shower afterwards as Bakura cleaned the kitchen. He'd do his homework into the night, going to bed as soon as he was done. Their lives consisted of the unchanging schedule, and it pleased the yami. No longer did anger and threats continue to pour from his lips and fill the hikari's ears- the two were somehow working together.
And as it was, Ryou seemed happy with it. He didn't question Bakura though- and it pleased the yami that he wasn't plagued by his new actions. The man was content- to some extent.
*Should have turned left, but I turned right-
And I ended up here- and I feel alright.
You're making it hard for me- can't find the real you-
You think that I can't see- what it is- that you're trying to do.?*
The two sat in silence- Ryou eating a salad, Bakura drinking hot tomato soup. Their meals were always in silence which were much to the yami's appreciation. As it was, he viewed eating as only a reminder of his mortal origins and he rarely found something he actually enjoyed. But he didn't mind- the company of his hikari was comforting. They wouldn't see each other for the rest of the evening.
"Emiru wants to go out with you again." Ryou finally spoke as he neatly put his fork atop his small almost empty bowl of salad.
"Why?" Bakura swirled the liquids inside his own bowl, being reminded of the girl.
"She likes you a lot." The hikari looked up at him- Bakura couldn't ignore the blank expression. He could sense that there was something being hidden from him instantly. "She'd like for you to call her tonight."
'Why does he want me to.?' Bakura looked back at the red juices in the bowl in his hands. 'I don't want to go out with her- anywhere.' The idea of turning her down was now rolling through his mind- which would be the easiest way to do it?
"She's. nice." The yami couldn't help but pause at his "appraisal" of the girl. Ryou's eyes widened, then he looked back down at his bowl, picking it up. He looked somewhat hurt- but the emotion vanished from his face.
"She is. Her phone number is on the fridge." Then in a hurried way, he stood, dropping his plate into the sink and disappearing from the kitchen.
'Why did he.?' Bakura starred across the table to where his hikari had been sitting. 'I should have just told him that I didn't want her like that.' He sighed- Ryou seemed to be trying extremely hard lately to get the two together- almost as hard as Malik was trying to get him to tell Ryou how he felt. 'Why's he trying to shove her in my face.?'
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Anubis: Interesting poem! [laughs lightly] but thanks for letting me take that "name" for Anzu- I'm gonna either try and put it in the next 2 chapters- and if it doesn't show up in one of those two, I guarantee it'll show up in "Just Let Me Be in Love" ^_^. Thank you! ((and again- kudos for the poem))
St djahskahl: [stares] Tea/Bakura/Ryou? [eyes go all wide] WTF ARE THOSE PEOPLE THINKING?!?!?! [falls over]
Bunnychan: Gomen nasai. the bitch ain't dead.
Phoenixfeather: Aren't Ryou/Bakura fics just a LITTLE predictable as is? [taps her chin]
Ryoubakurafan013: Well- apology accepted- I felt a little offended at first- but it's a review after all and I've gotta be ready! [huggles her all lovingly] thanks for being honest, though! And my "blahness"- you're too nice to me saying that my stories are good! . no one ever believes me when I think I did a horrible job! And Tea out of the picture? Well- just make sure to read the general note after all the responses are over.And before I forget- HOW CAN YOU JOKE AT RELENA/QUATRE?!?! [screams like Godzilla in rage] roooaaaaaarrrrrr!!!!
Renee the Rabid Squirrel: Yeah- the "Left of the Middle" CD is pretty damn good. -_-. Too bad she was like. a 2 hit wonder, man. Just when she's coming back- she dies! .
Okay- ANZU IS *NOT* DEAD! A few people assumed she was- and she is NOT. Um. some of you also get mad because of something Ryou decides to do for Anzu- but don't get angry. Ryou doesn't seem the type to hold a grudge- so yeah. ^_^. Anyway- onto this STUPID part of the story that sucks!
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*.*: song lyrics '.': thoughts
Left of the Middle: Intuition
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*Everybody's been in my face-
Tellin' me I gotta make a change.
All I ever hear day and night is- "You better hurry up and get a life".
I need some direction- 'cause the clock is ticking away.*
The falling blossoms slid across the clean pavement as they strolled through the park- oddly enough, it had been Malik's idea to take a walk that night. His purple eyes were gazing at the plentiful sakura that littered the trees around the two.
"This is something we always missed in Egypt." He mumbled as a slight breeze swirled his sand-colored hair across his back and onto his shoulder. Then out of nowhere, his suggestion came. "Maybe you should bring Ryou out here." Bakura's eyes shifted to the teenager who had his hands in his pockets, eyes studying the stars and cherry blossoms alike. "He'd like this sort of thing."
"Can you really picture me even out here with Ryou?" the yami intended the question to be rhetorical, but Malik ignored that.
"You came out here with me- why should Ryou be any different?" He sighed. "If you ever intend to tell Ryou how you feel, you better get on with it. Knowing you, you'll blow it off till it conveniences you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Bakura snapped. His friend's words seemed to poke at what he'd been going over in his mind for the 2 weeks after the party involving the "unfortunate" deaths of Ryou's attackers. That night Ryou had hugged him with no fear for his safety at all- only wanting the yami to listen. When they went home, the hikari had merely given him a thankful look for not killing Anzu before going to bed.
"It means stop fuckin' putting it off because Ryou is starting to think you're going soft for someone else." Malik snapped back as if his response was the only obvious one.
"Going soft- that's a new way of putting it." Bakura tried to ignore the message of the last remark.
"Yeah- going soft. Even the pharaoh sees it." This earned a glare from the silver-haired male.
"I'm not."
"Oh stop fuckin' denying it. You know you are and don't keep trying to lie to me." Malik looked back towards the sky. Although their words seemed to always have a harsh tone to them, neither took the attitude seriously. "Ever since you left Ryou, you started changing. And frankly, I think it was for the better." Bakura flinched. He knew he was changing- but was it THAT obvious? He hated the thought.
"The better, ne?"
"Yeah- the better. Bakura, everyone is all ready getting disappointed that you haven't even made a move yet. "
"Everyone?" The yami wasn't particularly shocked- but it sounded as if this would be something Malik was making up on the spot. He didn't think want that other people were forming an opinion on something that was only his concern.
"Well." Malik frowned, he knew that Bakura automatically caught his bluff. "Well- me. I'M disappointed that you haven't made any effort to finally tell Ryou how you feel."
"How would you know how I feel about that weakling?" His comment seemed only an effort to recover the old him that he knew he'd lost over the months.
"Urusai, Bakura." Malik frowned, waving his comment off. "I've known you long enough to tell- alright? Just- do something- ANYTHING. I'm sick of watching Ryou get his hopes up and constantly having to wait. It's like I'm going through this fuckin' roller coaster too!"
*Then a friend of a friend of mine says I've really been on his mind-
And wants to go out and check out what this feelin's about.
Says we have a deep connection- well it sure is news to me.
And all I can say-*
"Bakura?" Ryou asked a bit cautiously as the yami and hikari walked towards Domino High.
"Yes, Ryou?" The man was starring at a cloud that drifted wistfully across the pale blue sky. The hikari looked at his face, he seemed very self absorbed into his thoughts.
"Um. would you mind coming into class with me before you leave? It'll only take a minute." Bakura glanced down at his light, nodding before looking back up to the sky once again.
Soon their movement led them to the school; Ryou was leading the way through the halls of the building- there weren't that many people that early before classes even started. He stopped at a door in the main hall, opening it and showing his yami inside.
"Hey, Ryou!" A female voice called- Emiru. The teenage girl smiled lightly at the young man as she walked up to the pair. "I hadn't expected you this early!"
The hikari smiled, bowing in greeting. "I figured it would be better if you guys got more time together." He stood upright, smiling at her. The boy turned to his yami, motioning to the young woman. "Bakura- this is Emiru, Emiru- Bakura." Bakura's dark eyes looked up and down the young woman- he'd seen her kissing Ryou. She had a smile on her face as she reached out to shake his hand- which the yami reluctantly did.
//Why did you introduce me to this woman?// Bakura shoved his hands back into his pockets, looking around the classroom where several small groups of people were scattered about over books and paper.
/Because, Bakura./ The hikari smiled up at Bakura. /She wants to go on a date with you./
*Is intuition tells me- how to live my day-
Intuition tells me- when to walk away.
Could have turned left- could have turned right-
But I ended up here bang
In the middle of real life.*
Her light hand gripped his as they made their way through the darkened city of Domino- the shopping district illuminating their faces. Bakura was starring straight ahead- it wasn't that he didn't like the teenager's company- it just was that she was too much like Ryou. He couldn't seem to get over the fact that the two of them acted EXTREMELY similar. Same conversational topics, stance, attitude- if he hadn't been used to the personality, he would have all ready assumed weakness; Ryou's mock presence was taunting.
'This doesn't feel right.' Bakura sighed; the young woman had stopped in order to look at the window display of a dress store. Her eyes were shimmering in the light as she examined the manikins. 'She only reminds me of Ryou.' Emiru turned with a smile on her face, motioning to a white, knee- length sun dress with pale green flowers stitched along the borders.
"Can I try it on?" The shorter girl asked pleadingly, Bakura nodding somewhat in acknowledgement. He followed her in but remained silent as she went to the register where the lady behind the counter directed her to a rack of similar dresses. Emiru smiled in his direction, pulling out a dress and going to the fitting room.
'She's nice. I guess. But-' He looked back outside. The only reason he'd accepted her date was at his hikari's request.
*Then another one says she'd do anything to get ahead.
She doesn't care if she has to scratch and claw to get to the door.
She wants her 15 minutes of fame- and 20 would be nice.
But I guess it's her life-*
Ryou sighed lightly, placing a "Get Well" card and single light blue rose on the nightstand besides the sleeping body. His face looked sadly at the calm expression on Anzu's face- she hadn't seemed to make any progress since the incident- all she did was sleep.
/I'm starting to feel a little sorry for her./ The teenager crossed his arms as he watched her breathing in and out using a respirator.
//Don't.// Bakura stood beside him, hands in his pockets, starring down at the young woman's face. Again that feeling of how she could have actually turned out- resurfaced. It seemed she had potential to be a better person- or as best a person that a sex- starved woman could be. But did he actually really want to think that? The yami frowned- she had tried to trick his hikari into being attacked- his sympathy instantly disappeared. She'd been rightfully punished.
/Thank you for coming with me to see her- I know you wouldn't have if I hadn't asked./ Ryou turned to the door, opening it and stepping into the hospital's clean hallway.
//You asked me to.// Bakura cast one last glance at the female before following him into the hall. She'd probably hate him when she woke up.
/Yeah, but./ The two of them headed for the exit- Ryou hugging his light cream colored sweater to him and starring at the ground, Bakura with hands in his pants pockets, starring straight ahead.
//Shut up, Ryou.// He didn't want to think about her anymore; when she woke up, he didn't even want to celebrate her arrival once again.
*Cuz intuition tells me that I'm doing fine. Intuition tells me- when to draw the line. Could have turned left- could have turned right- But I ended up here bang- In the middle of real life.*
The smaller male smiled at him from the door, shutting it behind him as he walked away- going to school. Bakura merely starred after the door as Ryou left; he went to the living room soon afterward. Ryou had started walking to school on his own once again; he seemed very confident when trying to convince Bakura that he wouldn't be in any danger- but the yami couldn't help but question the hikari's judgment. As it was, Bakura had to make sure his concern was at least somewhat hidden. Asking saying things like "How will I know that group of friends of yours won't trade you off to be attacked again?" and "Do you know how long it takes to get from place to place? You're to keep a tight schedule and never break it", the yami had managed to use his old affirmative and commanding power over the young man to at least keep his freedom on a tight leash.
But Bakura didn't mind how concerned he was for the young man- if anything- he was somewhat comfortable with it; it seemed that Malik's words were starting to sink in. His friend had continued to try to encourage but to no avail, yet somehow, Bakura was coming to the realization on his own. He actually appreciated the situation he was in.
Ryou would come home at 4 after he'd been to school and Yuugi's house- the young man would cook for the two- taking a shower afterwards as Bakura cleaned the kitchen. He'd do his homework into the night, going to bed as soon as he was done. Their lives consisted of the unchanging schedule, and it pleased the yami. No longer did anger and threats continue to pour from his lips and fill the hikari's ears- the two were somehow working together.
And as it was, Ryou seemed happy with it. He didn't question Bakura though- and it pleased the yami that he wasn't plagued by his new actions. The man was content- to some extent.
*Should have turned left, but I turned right-
And I ended up here- and I feel alright.
You're making it hard for me- can't find the real you-
You think that I can't see- what it is- that you're trying to do.?*
The two sat in silence- Ryou eating a salad, Bakura drinking hot tomato soup. Their meals were always in silence which were much to the yami's appreciation. As it was, he viewed eating as only a reminder of his mortal origins and he rarely found something he actually enjoyed. But he didn't mind- the company of his hikari was comforting. They wouldn't see each other for the rest of the evening.
"Emiru wants to go out with you again." Ryou finally spoke as he neatly put his fork atop his small almost empty bowl of salad.
"Why?" Bakura swirled the liquids inside his own bowl, being reminded of the girl.
"She likes you a lot." The hikari looked up at him- Bakura couldn't ignore the blank expression. He could sense that there was something being hidden from him instantly. "She'd like for you to call her tonight."
'Why does he want me to.?' Bakura looked back at the red juices in the bowl in his hands. 'I don't want to go out with her- anywhere.' The idea of turning her down was now rolling through his mind- which would be the easiest way to do it?
"She's. nice." The yami couldn't help but pause at his "appraisal" of the girl. Ryou's eyes widened, then he looked back down at his bowl, picking it up. He looked somewhat hurt- but the emotion vanished from his face.
"She is. Her phone number is on the fridge." Then in a hurried way, he stood, dropping his plate into the sink and disappearing from the kitchen.
'Why did he.?' Bakura starred across the table to where his hikari had been sitting. 'I should have just told him that I didn't want her like that.' He sighed- Ryou seemed to be trying extremely hard lately to get the two together- almost as hard as Malik was trying to get him to tell Ryou how he felt. 'Why's he trying to shove her in my face.?'
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Oh- and before I forget- I'm providing a free e-mail service ((if anyone's interested.))! Anyway- you can get your own malik-mail.zzn.com address- and the zzn.com service ain't that bad ((of course- I have it!)). Um. here's the sign up page if you'd like to look into it:
http://www.malik-mail.zzn.com