Hello AGAIN! For those who *don't* know, this is a revised version of chapters 1-9. :D I went through and fine-tuned them A LOT. And for those who are just now reading, you can disregard what I just said and enjoy my fic! :D
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Fanfic: "To go, please."
Author: Adrial
Rating: PG
E-mail: adrial_06@yahoo.com
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CHAPTER 1: ENDURANCE
Beyond the transparent glass of the bay window, rays of seeking sunshine passed into the room, adding a glow to the desolate mood within the it as shadows danced mournfully across the walls.
My azure eyes deceived me with their cheery blue depths as I viewed my reflection in the mirror--pleading with it to dissipate before me so I could view some semblance of the tortured soul hidden beneath my calm exterior.
I longed to extinguish the vibrant glow of my hair so I rumpled it with my fingers leaving it in a mass of tangles.
Partly satisfied, I ventured across the cool wooden floor and reached for my robe, which lay wrinkled on my timeless dresser. My hand brushed against a smooth picture frame and longingly traced the image it held. Angrily, my other hand swatted its partner as if chastising a child and my gaze was torn away from the object and onto the navy fabric of my robe. I shouldn't dwell on the past.
Sighing bitterly, I shook my self of any signs of remorse and placed on my trusty mask of coolness.
Ah, yes, another day as me. I coudln't help but fantasize about waking up one day in the body of another person...someone other than myself. But let's not get into my daydreams. They couldn't comfort me now, anyway.
Subconsciously, my hands felt for the toothpaste and I scrubbed my pearly teeth. After cleansing my face, my feet led me to my closet where I picked out a simple outfit and exited the room to eat a breakfast I was sure I wouldn't taste.
My eyes wandered over my half-eaten bowl of cereal and lingered over my mother's coffee pot, still warm from previous use. She was gone, I knew. She always left before I got up, but left a scribbled note consisting of instructions for dinner and such. I rarely saw her. Part of myself resented that, but the half that was relieved at not having to explain my desolate moods rejoiced.
Softly shutting the apartment door, I entered the elevator and mechanically pushed the ground floor button. Like a robot, I weaved through the condensed morning traffic on foot and approached the bus-stop. I ignored the freezing breeze biting at my ears and nose. A small lady rose to allow me to sit in her spot on the wooden bench and I politely refused the offer.
She eyed my strained smile curiously and quirked a silver eyebrow as she returned to the novel she'd been previously reading.
Seated on the dreary bus, my mind drifted to the day which lay before me. Classes from 10 to 2, swim-team meeting at 2:30, a late lunch with Usagi afterwards, senshi meeting at the temple following that, and then...another night alone. Lovely.
Finally, after 4 hard years of studying in high school, I barged through college's front doors and hungrily devoured any scholastic opportunities available. The challenges of college expectations forced me to push myself to the limit and the feeling of accomplishment I received after a hard day of educational studies made it all worth while.
But even that feeling could not smother the immense cloud of loneliness aching in my heart.
Pushing those thoughts to the farthest corner of my mind, I exited the bus at my stop and trudged into my morning class. Throughout the day my classes went as usual. Stay alert for any vital information. Scribble notes as they came. Smile at the compliments given to me by my professors. Be satisfied. But what is satisfaction without someone to be satisfied with you other than yourself? The paper didn't hug you and tell you "Good job, Ami." No amount of wishful thinking would achieve that impossibility.
Not to say that my fellow senshi were anything short of supportive. They were my best friends, my sisters. I loved them, yet that sisterly love just didn't quench my thirst for more.
At the end of my final class, my anatomy professor hoarsely informed us that we were free to depart and returned to his desk to grade our tests. On his table-top sat pictures of his wife and two children. Even he had a life. Sometimes school could be so depressing.
About an hour later, as I mentally reviewed the information my swim-team coach rattled off to our team at our final meeting of the season, my senses notified me of the presence of anther person.
I pasted on a cheery smile at the bubbly face of Usagi. She looped her arm through mine and animatedly rambled about her day. My thoughts trailed elsewhere as she babbled, but her abrupt silence ceased their travels. She'd stopped mid-sentence when she realized I wasn't paying attention.
"Ames...You there? HellOOOO..Moon to Mercury!" Her high-pitched screech left my ears ringing, and as I snapped back to reality I couldn't help but giggle at her puffed out face and red cheeks from her outburst.
"Oh, sorry Usa, I'm--a little out of it today."
Releasing the hold on her inhaled air, her faced deflated slowly as she grinned sympathetically. "I'll say. What's up, girl? You've been really down lately. Anything I can do?"
Her sincerity dented the wall of sadness that barred my heart and my lips curved reluctantly into a genuine grin directed to her.
"Maybe we can talk later, Usagi-chan. Right now I just need to think about it myself."
Her mouth moved to protest but after seeing my pleading eyes, she relented and opted to give me a sisterly hug and assured me that it would be OK.
Her smile was now empathetic, for she probably could sense the cause of my melancholy state.
I know I must sound depressing...I'm normally not, though. A few things have gone on lately that have left my once "cheery disposition" a little...weathered.
This was due partially to the harsh realization of my identity no longer belonging to myself colliding with me earlier in the week.
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My father suddenly popped up at my doorstep one night out of God-knows-where begging to talk to me. He left my mother and me when I was 10, and 9 years of pain attacked my soul with a vengeance at the sight of his long-forgotten face. Letting my emotions do the talking for me, I basically informed him that neither I, nor my mother needed any more emotional trouble from him in our hectic lives.
My eyes did not fail to see the look of sorrow flash in his shimmering gray orbs and in that brief moment my body screamed at my heart to let it jump at him and lash him to pieces for the pain he caused, but my heart did not relent.
After he eventually left, my mother arrived home to find my broken body racked with sobs and lying crinkled on the doorstep. She rushed to my side and immediately asked what happened to me. Through tears and a throbbing heart, I told her of my father's visit and she comforted me with hugs and dry kisses against my head. I felt quite content at that moment. That was until she decided to drop the bomb.
"Ami-chan, what else has been troubling you lately? You never talk to me anymore...I feel like you're avoiding me. I miss you, sweetie," She cast her eyes downwards, "You know...you keep going off all the time, and I worry about you."
I stared into her eyes at that moment and wished so badly to tell her of the turbulent whirlpool of emotions that clouded my mind--to tell her how much I longed for someone to love me--how much I wished I could be normal with no responsibilities. I almost did. And that scares me. But, it made me realize that I would never be able to tell her about all my troubles because my identity as a senshi could not be revealed.
I wanted to mend the broken bond between us, but all I could do was let out a painful sob and flee to my bedroom...away from her pain-stricken face.
I know she cried. I cried. I cried for my mother whom I had lost my bond with, my father whom I never knew and probably never would know...and my eyes left pools of moisture on my red face for the image in the picture frame--he left me, too--and as much as I'm ashamed to admit it, I cried for me.
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I never asked for any of this. It was chosen for me before in a life that I can hardly remember. I am the pretty sailor suited soldier, Mercury, destined to protect Princess Serenity. I know it sounds horrible, but sometimes I wish I never found that black feline that fateful day. Ever since, I've been battling malicious youmas and evil witches knowing that they'd never cease in their thirst for destruction.
But, if my wish did come true and I was stripped of Mercury's power, who would I be? After all the smoke lifted and I was able to inhale the sweet air of peacefulness knowing that I wouldn't have to become Sailor Mercury again, what else would be left? Without Mercury I'd be nothing but plain old book-worm Ami. I wanted more than that! I wanted to *be* more than that.
Part of me screamed to be set free from this prison of predictability. I wanted to have someone who was able to unleash the sweet, affectionate, spontaneous side of me. In truth...
I wanted what Usagi and Mamoru have.
Well, who doesn't? Wouldn't you? Imagine...a love you didn't even have to work to get? It just popped up like a rabbit out of a hat and you were blissfully happy together.
Oh, but who am I kidding here? Of COURSE they worked for it. They died countless times for each other and waited a millennia to be rejoined. I am happy for them--it's just...God, I envy their love so much. At least the others are dating. I can't even get a second glance from most guys--probably because I don't stay around long enough to see if I will.
Forced to release my thoughts into the crowded space in my mind, I watched Usagi pull open a set of glass doors and allowed the strong aroma of hazelnut and vanilla to waft into my nostrils. A few students sat at various tables throughout the room sipping mocha chinos while reading books or chatting sociably with friends.
When the newly constructed Starbucks opened, Usagi practically dragged us all into it, stating that on her visit to America to see family, the mochas and cafe lates had hooked her. Needless to say, she saw little of her family that summer and a lot more of the inside of a steaming cup of caffine.
It didn't take long for Rei and Minako and fall in love with their hazelnut mochas or Makoto to order five vanilla frappachinos, and so began our daily Starbucks ritual.
I eyed the menu while Usagi rattled off the orders of our friends. Momentarily distracted from the menu by the yelp of laughter sounding from a nearby table, my eyes ventured over the counter at our waiter for the first time and pulled to an abrupt halt. As his full lips stretched into a polite smile towards Usagi as she tried to sort out the orders, my heart sped up wildly, beating as if I were running a 50-mile marathon.
Now keep in mind, I never give men a good looking-over, but...this man was...amazing.
His honey-blonde hair fell sexily across his forehead to accentuate his sea-green eyes. My spine tingled and I pleaded with my eyes to stop their travel, but they would not oblige. His chiseled chest could be seen under his uniform shirt and I almost began fantasizing him without it on, but my thoughts were interrupted by Usagi's voice, yet again.
"Ami, you spacing out again?"
I felt my cheeks flush crimson and I straightened myself to look at her.
"Um..n-no, sorry. Just...trying to decide what I want."
That shouldn't be too hard...
My excuse seemed to satisfy her--at least for now--and forcing my hungry eyes to gaze at something other than the attractive male taking my order, I pretended to be reading the menu over his head and mumbled my order of a vanilla espresso.
His rather inviting lips curved into another smile. "Will that be for here, or to go, miss?"
"For here." The words left my mouth before I could put a leash on them and restrain them and I quickly squashed the urge to sit at a table and just watch him work all afternoon.
"I-I mean, t-to go." I managed to stretch my lips into some semblance of a smile and retrieved my cup from his hands. I could not ignore the sensation of total bliss that soared through my veins as his long fingers brushed my own.
Did he just call me 'Miss'? The first male I'm attracted to in forever and he thinks I'm OLD.
I shook the thought off and,turning abruptly, walked briskly to the door snatching up a few napkins as I went.
"Hey, Ames! Wait for me!" Poor Usagi was carrying a crowded tray of four beverages, and I stopped to help her out before she and the drinks both toppled over.
I didn't know what came over me. I had seen attractive men all over campus...why was I suddenly acting like a little school girl? I almost wanted to giggle and skip down the sidewalk and would have if it had not been for that blasted voice again, interrupting my thoughts.
I think I'm going insane.
"So, Ami-chan. You wanna explain what just happened in there?" Her sapphire orbs searched my own and she had the look of knowingness that I soon came to fear.
"Usagi-chan? What do you mean?" I played innocent and sipped my espresso.
"You know what I mean! The customers in there were about to whip out their row boats so they wouldn't drown in your sea of drool! Not to mention the babbling and intense blushing. If I was crazy, I'd say you just got bit but the LuuUUUUv Bug." She laughed at the look of pure stupor that appeared on my face.
"You *are* crazy, for one. And for two, I did not get bitten by any "Luv Bug" as you call it. There is no such thing. I just...couldn't decide what I wanted," The creamy liquid in my cup seemed much more inviting then her smug smirks at the moment.
I reached up to tuck some hair behind my ears like I always do in awkward situations.
"Uh huuh...reeeaalllly..." She placed an arm around my shoulder,"Don't worry about it!" She wriggled her eyebrows and leaned closer towards my ear, "His eyes were doing a little 'wandering' of their own, too."
With that she took off giggling madly and managed to almost run over a pedestrian. I stood stupefied for a few seconds before chasing after her.
"Usagi! What do you mean, 'wandering'?! Come back here! USAGI!"
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Well? How'd you like so far? I really am enjoying writing it and if you have any comments PLEASE e-mail me! I really want to hear from you! Flames or compliments... all are welcome!
adrial_06@yahoo.com
UNTIL NEXT TIME! ja ne!
-Adrial
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Fanfic: "To go, please."
Author: Adrial
Rating: PG
E-mail: adrial_06@yahoo.com
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CHAPTER 1: ENDURANCE
Beyond the transparent glass of the bay window, rays of seeking sunshine passed into the room, adding a glow to the desolate mood within the it as shadows danced mournfully across the walls.
My azure eyes deceived me with their cheery blue depths as I viewed my reflection in the mirror--pleading with it to dissipate before me so I could view some semblance of the tortured soul hidden beneath my calm exterior.
I longed to extinguish the vibrant glow of my hair so I rumpled it with my fingers leaving it in a mass of tangles.
Partly satisfied, I ventured across the cool wooden floor and reached for my robe, which lay wrinkled on my timeless dresser. My hand brushed against a smooth picture frame and longingly traced the image it held. Angrily, my other hand swatted its partner as if chastising a child and my gaze was torn away from the object and onto the navy fabric of my robe. I shouldn't dwell on the past.
Sighing bitterly, I shook my self of any signs of remorse and placed on my trusty mask of coolness.
Ah, yes, another day as me. I coudln't help but fantasize about waking up one day in the body of another person...someone other than myself. But let's not get into my daydreams. They couldn't comfort me now, anyway.
Subconsciously, my hands felt for the toothpaste and I scrubbed my pearly teeth. After cleansing my face, my feet led me to my closet where I picked out a simple outfit and exited the room to eat a breakfast I was sure I wouldn't taste.
My eyes wandered over my half-eaten bowl of cereal and lingered over my mother's coffee pot, still warm from previous use. She was gone, I knew. She always left before I got up, but left a scribbled note consisting of instructions for dinner and such. I rarely saw her. Part of myself resented that, but the half that was relieved at not having to explain my desolate moods rejoiced.
Softly shutting the apartment door, I entered the elevator and mechanically pushed the ground floor button. Like a robot, I weaved through the condensed morning traffic on foot and approached the bus-stop. I ignored the freezing breeze biting at my ears and nose. A small lady rose to allow me to sit in her spot on the wooden bench and I politely refused the offer.
She eyed my strained smile curiously and quirked a silver eyebrow as she returned to the novel she'd been previously reading.
Seated on the dreary bus, my mind drifted to the day which lay before me. Classes from 10 to 2, swim-team meeting at 2:30, a late lunch with Usagi afterwards, senshi meeting at the temple following that, and then...another night alone. Lovely.
Finally, after 4 hard years of studying in high school, I barged through college's front doors and hungrily devoured any scholastic opportunities available. The challenges of college expectations forced me to push myself to the limit and the feeling of accomplishment I received after a hard day of educational studies made it all worth while.
But even that feeling could not smother the immense cloud of loneliness aching in my heart.
Pushing those thoughts to the farthest corner of my mind, I exited the bus at my stop and trudged into my morning class. Throughout the day my classes went as usual. Stay alert for any vital information. Scribble notes as they came. Smile at the compliments given to me by my professors. Be satisfied. But what is satisfaction without someone to be satisfied with you other than yourself? The paper didn't hug you and tell you "Good job, Ami." No amount of wishful thinking would achieve that impossibility.
Not to say that my fellow senshi were anything short of supportive. They were my best friends, my sisters. I loved them, yet that sisterly love just didn't quench my thirst for more.
At the end of my final class, my anatomy professor hoarsely informed us that we were free to depart and returned to his desk to grade our tests. On his table-top sat pictures of his wife and two children. Even he had a life. Sometimes school could be so depressing.
About an hour later, as I mentally reviewed the information my swim-team coach rattled off to our team at our final meeting of the season, my senses notified me of the presence of anther person.
I pasted on a cheery smile at the bubbly face of Usagi. She looped her arm through mine and animatedly rambled about her day. My thoughts trailed elsewhere as she babbled, but her abrupt silence ceased their travels. She'd stopped mid-sentence when she realized I wasn't paying attention.
"Ames...You there? HellOOOO..Moon to Mercury!" Her high-pitched screech left my ears ringing, and as I snapped back to reality I couldn't help but giggle at her puffed out face and red cheeks from her outburst.
"Oh, sorry Usa, I'm--a little out of it today."
Releasing the hold on her inhaled air, her faced deflated slowly as she grinned sympathetically. "I'll say. What's up, girl? You've been really down lately. Anything I can do?"
Her sincerity dented the wall of sadness that barred my heart and my lips curved reluctantly into a genuine grin directed to her.
"Maybe we can talk later, Usagi-chan. Right now I just need to think about it myself."
Her mouth moved to protest but after seeing my pleading eyes, she relented and opted to give me a sisterly hug and assured me that it would be OK.
Her smile was now empathetic, for she probably could sense the cause of my melancholy state.
I know I must sound depressing...I'm normally not, though. A few things have gone on lately that have left my once "cheery disposition" a little...weathered.
This was due partially to the harsh realization of my identity no longer belonging to myself colliding with me earlier in the week.
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My father suddenly popped up at my doorstep one night out of God-knows-where begging to talk to me. He left my mother and me when I was 10, and 9 years of pain attacked my soul with a vengeance at the sight of his long-forgotten face. Letting my emotions do the talking for me, I basically informed him that neither I, nor my mother needed any more emotional trouble from him in our hectic lives.
My eyes did not fail to see the look of sorrow flash in his shimmering gray orbs and in that brief moment my body screamed at my heart to let it jump at him and lash him to pieces for the pain he caused, but my heart did not relent.
After he eventually left, my mother arrived home to find my broken body racked with sobs and lying crinkled on the doorstep. She rushed to my side and immediately asked what happened to me. Through tears and a throbbing heart, I told her of my father's visit and she comforted me with hugs and dry kisses against my head. I felt quite content at that moment. That was until she decided to drop the bomb.
"Ami-chan, what else has been troubling you lately? You never talk to me anymore...I feel like you're avoiding me. I miss you, sweetie," She cast her eyes downwards, "You know...you keep going off all the time, and I worry about you."
I stared into her eyes at that moment and wished so badly to tell her of the turbulent whirlpool of emotions that clouded my mind--to tell her how much I longed for someone to love me--how much I wished I could be normal with no responsibilities. I almost did. And that scares me. But, it made me realize that I would never be able to tell her about all my troubles because my identity as a senshi could not be revealed.
I wanted to mend the broken bond between us, but all I could do was let out a painful sob and flee to my bedroom...away from her pain-stricken face.
I know she cried. I cried. I cried for my mother whom I had lost my bond with, my father whom I never knew and probably never would know...and my eyes left pools of moisture on my red face for the image in the picture frame--he left me, too--and as much as I'm ashamed to admit it, I cried for me.
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I never asked for any of this. It was chosen for me before in a life that I can hardly remember. I am the pretty sailor suited soldier, Mercury, destined to protect Princess Serenity. I know it sounds horrible, but sometimes I wish I never found that black feline that fateful day. Ever since, I've been battling malicious youmas and evil witches knowing that they'd never cease in their thirst for destruction.
But, if my wish did come true and I was stripped of Mercury's power, who would I be? After all the smoke lifted and I was able to inhale the sweet air of peacefulness knowing that I wouldn't have to become Sailor Mercury again, what else would be left? Without Mercury I'd be nothing but plain old book-worm Ami. I wanted more than that! I wanted to *be* more than that.
Part of me screamed to be set free from this prison of predictability. I wanted to have someone who was able to unleash the sweet, affectionate, spontaneous side of me. In truth...
I wanted what Usagi and Mamoru have.
Well, who doesn't? Wouldn't you? Imagine...a love you didn't even have to work to get? It just popped up like a rabbit out of a hat and you were blissfully happy together.
Oh, but who am I kidding here? Of COURSE they worked for it. They died countless times for each other and waited a millennia to be rejoined. I am happy for them--it's just...God, I envy their love so much. At least the others are dating. I can't even get a second glance from most guys--probably because I don't stay around long enough to see if I will.
Forced to release my thoughts into the crowded space in my mind, I watched Usagi pull open a set of glass doors and allowed the strong aroma of hazelnut and vanilla to waft into my nostrils. A few students sat at various tables throughout the room sipping mocha chinos while reading books or chatting sociably with friends.
When the newly constructed Starbucks opened, Usagi practically dragged us all into it, stating that on her visit to America to see family, the mochas and cafe lates had hooked her. Needless to say, she saw little of her family that summer and a lot more of the inside of a steaming cup of caffine.
It didn't take long for Rei and Minako and fall in love with their hazelnut mochas or Makoto to order five vanilla frappachinos, and so began our daily Starbucks ritual.
I eyed the menu while Usagi rattled off the orders of our friends. Momentarily distracted from the menu by the yelp of laughter sounding from a nearby table, my eyes ventured over the counter at our waiter for the first time and pulled to an abrupt halt. As his full lips stretched into a polite smile towards Usagi as she tried to sort out the orders, my heart sped up wildly, beating as if I were running a 50-mile marathon.
Now keep in mind, I never give men a good looking-over, but...this man was...amazing.
His honey-blonde hair fell sexily across his forehead to accentuate his sea-green eyes. My spine tingled and I pleaded with my eyes to stop their travel, but they would not oblige. His chiseled chest could be seen under his uniform shirt and I almost began fantasizing him without it on, but my thoughts were interrupted by Usagi's voice, yet again.
"Ami, you spacing out again?"
I felt my cheeks flush crimson and I straightened myself to look at her.
"Um..n-no, sorry. Just...trying to decide what I want."
That shouldn't be too hard...
My excuse seemed to satisfy her--at least for now--and forcing my hungry eyes to gaze at something other than the attractive male taking my order, I pretended to be reading the menu over his head and mumbled my order of a vanilla espresso.
His rather inviting lips curved into another smile. "Will that be for here, or to go, miss?"
"For here." The words left my mouth before I could put a leash on them and restrain them and I quickly squashed the urge to sit at a table and just watch him work all afternoon.
"I-I mean, t-to go." I managed to stretch my lips into some semblance of a smile and retrieved my cup from his hands. I could not ignore the sensation of total bliss that soared through my veins as his long fingers brushed my own.
Did he just call me 'Miss'? The first male I'm attracted to in forever and he thinks I'm OLD.
I shook the thought off and,turning abruptly, walked briskly to the door snatching up a few napkins as I went.
"Hey, Ames! Wait for me!" Poor Usagi was carrying a crowded tray of four beverages, and I stopped to help her out before she and the drinks both toppled over.
I didn't know what came over me. I had seen attractive men all over campus...why was I suddenly acting like a little school girl? I almost wanted to giggle and skip down the sidewalk and would have if it had not been for that blasted voice again, interrupting my thoughts.
I think I'm going insane.
"So, Ami-chan. You wanna explain what just happened in there?" Her sapphire orbs searched my own and she had the look of knowingness that I soon came to fear.
"Usagi-chan? What do you mean?" I played innocent and sipped my espresso.
"You know what I mean! The customers in there were about to whip out their row boats so they wouldn't drown in your sea of drool! Not to mention the babbling and intense blushing. If I was crazy, I'd say you just got bit but the LuuUUUUv Bug." She laughed at the look of pure stupor that appeared on my face.
"You *are* crazy, for one. And for two, I did not get bitten by any "Luv Bug" as you call it. There is no such thing. I just...couldn't decide what I wanted," The creamy liquid in my cup seemed much more inviting then her smug smirks at the moment.
I reached up to tuck some hair behind my ears like I always do in awkward situations.
"Uh huuh...reeeaalllly..." She placed an arm around my shoulder,"Don't worry about it!" She wriggled her eyebrows and leaned closer towards my ear, "His eyes were doing a little 'wandering' of their own, too."
With that she took off giggling madly and managed to almost run over a pedestrian. I stood stupefied for a few seconds before chasing after her.
"Usagi! What do you mean, 'wandering'?! Come back here! USAGI!"
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Well? How'd you like so far? I really am enjoying writing it and if you have any comments PLEASE e-mail me! I really want to hear from you! Flames or compliments... all are welcome!
adrial_06@yahoo.com
UNTIL NEXT TIME! ja ne!
-Adrial