Sensou Tenshi Usagi (War Angel Usagi) ~ IV


Midnight of Shadows

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Disclaimer: Nappa and Radditzu drag a hand cuffed Shorty down a hallway full of angry lawyers and nosy reporters. A few feet later, they throw her in the courtroom. Shorty glares at the retreating backs of the saiyajins and turns her attention to the judge, only to gape in shock.

Shorty: Piccolo -san?!!?
Piccolo fixing white wig: Nani? I'm the judge. Don't even bother to ask how I got here. blinks in disbelief Egads! You're tiny!!! Not even five foot!! *cough* Ahem....On to business....

Piccolo opens a folder and several papers fall out. He puts on a pair of glasses as he reads one in particular.

Piccolo: Midnight of Shadows aka Shorty, you have been charged on three counts of writer's misconduct, each time a failure to add a disclaimer to your fanfic series "Sensou Tenshi Usagi" How do you plead?
Shorty shamefully: Yuzai no. (Guilty)

*SLAM* Shorty jumps as he slams his pendulum down.

Piccolo: Shorty, do you own Sailor Moon, it affiliates, and any merchandise companies associated with this anime?
Shorty: No.
Piccolo: Do you own Gundam Wing, it affiliates, and any merchandise companies associated with this anime?
Shorty: No.

Piccolo leaves the room and comes back ten minutes later.

Piccolo: The court has reached a verdict. Holds paper up for all to see GUILTY in big red letters on the page. Puts it down to read from it.
Piccolo: Shorty, for failing to put disclaimers in the first three chapters of this fanfic and thereby unintentionally assuming ownership of Sailor Moon and Gundam Wing, this court of anime sentences you to one night in a prison cell with Chiba Mamoru, Relena Peacecraft, and the dubbers of the SMS season.

*SLAM*

Shorty: IIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!
Piccolo: Guards take her away.


Radditzu and Nappa grab a struggling Shorty.

Shorty: MATTE!! They stop.
Piccolo: Nande?
Shorty: Can I say one thing before I go?
Piccolo: What is it?
Shorty grinning: Piccolo-san...DAI DAI DAI DAI DAIIIII SSSUUUUKKKKKIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!
Piccolo: AAAHHH!!! I HATE THAT SONG! GET HER OUT OF HERE NOW!!

Guards drag a still singing Shorty away.

Piccolo mumbling: Damn Gohan and his songs.

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Had to get that out! *grinz* On with the story....
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            ::Stop::

            Surprisingly Heero did, the voice in his head gentle and kind. Something soft and warm settled on his wrists and pulled his hands away from the destructive button. Rational thought left his mind as the person restraining him moved his hands towards the weapon controls of the gundam. It was when he felt steel in his palms that he came back to reality. Angrily he tried to turn around and attack his captor. He couldn't move. His head was free and he craned it around to glare at...

            "Tenshi?!" the statement left his mouth and his jaw hung open as he gaped at her. Sure enough, Tenshi stood behind him, soft blue eyes full of benevolence as a smile lit up her face.

            ::Let me help you:: he knew now who was in his mind, the tone pleading with him to accept, a voice he'd heard only too often of late. He started to rebuke her but stopped as something bizarre occurred. Her eyes...they were glowing. The blue irises were all that remained, white and blue eyes, the black gone from them. (AN: like 1st time she became Prin. Serenity)

            "What are you doing," he stated, his voice toneless once more. Tenshi's smile fell as the corners of her lips tilted down. Two crystalline tears escaped from her depthless eyes as she closed her hands around his on the controls. The crescent moon on her forehead began to glow, the golden color radiating to spread over her whole body. Heero watched in morbid fascination as the golden glow crawled along her arms, over her hands, and onto him. Surprisingly, he felt a tingle of something, energy.

            *BEEP BEEP*

            Heero's head whipped around to look at the monitor. The energy level, it was rising! 15%....20%....35%.. and so on. It reached 50 but didn't stop there. 75%....85%.....95%.....100%. His gundam was now at 100% operation level.

            What the? Just a few seconds ago he had used the last bit of energy to fire that cannon, and now he was 100% operational?

            'Did... did she do that?' his mind stuttered. Inside he was a wreck, his brains scrambled. Outside he was a statue, not letting on that he was indeed freaked out, as Duo would say. He didn't have time to ponder as an even more bizarre thing occurred.

            'BEAM CANNON ACTIVATED' the words blared in his mind even as he looked at the screen. Tenshi was still holding onto him, her face a mask such as his own. Her eyes were still glowing as were the rest of her body. The gundam's arm lifted as it positioned the cannon. The Mobil dolls were still massed together, obviously preparing to blast the gundam pilots away. With one last squeeze of her hand, the cannon fired.

            *BWOOM*

            Instead of being a controlled beam of power, it all came out in one huge continuous blast. This time it didn't miss, blowing up dolls left and right. Some of the dolls managed to escape from the pack, but as if it had a mind of it's own, the gundam followed them with the massive blast, incinerating them with the beam of pure energy. Heero felt the strain of exerting so much energy, felt as the girl shook in concentration behind him. With one final burst of energy, the canon stopped firing.

            Silence.

            Not a single doll was left, not even a single part of them floating in space. It was as empty as space could be. Heero looked around in wonder, then turned his head to look at Tenshi.

            "How did you-" he never got to finish as she slumped forward and fell, her skin pale. Heero caught her before she bumped her head on the controls. He stared at her face, the crescent moon now gone. Now what?

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            "Nice work Mr. Yuy," Heero's head snapped up as a face appeared on the screen. His arms tightened around the lax girl in his lap as he glared at the woman in the vid link, her face deep in shadow.

            "Who are you," he demanded, his monotone voice making it sound like a threat. The woman chuckled, her blue eyes, the only part of her he could see, shining with mirth.

            "Straight to the point aren't we Mr. Yuy?" he said nothing. The woman cleared her throat in embarrassment.

            "Anyway, Mr. Yuy, you'll find out soon enough. For now I suggest you and you're fellow pilots return to the Sanq kingdom. All will be explained then. See ya," and she blinked out. Heero only stared at the blank screen for a while before returning his attention to the girl. She had fallen unconscious again, her breath slow and irregular. Whatever she had done a moment ago, she had exerted most of her energy. He set her upright in his lap so her head rested on his shoulder. If he moved from his seat to put her back where she was earlier, he would lose control of the now fully powered gundam. This would have to do for now. He unstrapped his seatbelt and rewrapped it around the two of them.

            Heero grimaced as he maneuvered his arms around her to reach the control. This was going to be a long trip. His gundam seemed to agree with him as it lurched forward, the metal joints creaking.

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            Heero sat in the dark room, the only sound coming from the sleeping form on the bed, her gentle snores filling the room. He sat away from her on a chair, hand resting on his gun while the other propped up his chin. Lost in thought, his mind raced back to the events of the day and what had brought him here.

            Shortly after the woman had blinked out, Duo had popped up, seemingly awake now. Heero unblocked his vid link from Quatre and the blond pilot's face appeared on the screen also, worry and awe etched into his blue eyes. Duo had awoken right before Heero destroyed the mobile dolls, Trowa also from what Quatre told him, and wanted to know the deal. Quatre wanted to know why Heero blocked him out. After getting a glimpse of the girl though, all previous questions left their minds to be replaced with new ones, like who she was and how she got there. Heero glared at them and told them to report back to base, then blasted off, leaving Quatre to help Trowa and Duo to help Wufei. It would take them a long time to gather their missing pieces and get back. After arriving on Earth, he came to the Winner mansion and put his gundam away. Now he was in his room, waiting for the girl to wake up and answer his questions. Who was she really? And what was she up to? He needed answers. He didn't like being left in the dark.

            So caught up in his thoughts, he never noticed his eyelids drooping. In a matter of minutes, he was asleep.

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            Darkness surrounded her everywhere as a harsh wind whipped the dainty wings around her naked form. Her golden hair fell from the buns and cascaded down her back, the waves of hair tangling with the white feathers. Her eyes wept eternal tears, ones that would never go away. She shivered and hugged herself tighter, the tears on her cheeks freezing in place. With another blast of wind, the frozen tears disintegrated and floated away, the small particles twinkling. A sob escaped her throat and she collapsed in the black void, shuddering in emotion as she rocked back and forth. She wished someone could hold her now, hug her and tell her she did a good job. Tell her everything was going to be all right, but that was impossible. No one could be there to comfort her; no one would come to her rescue this time. Cries of torment escaped her throat as she buried her face in her hands.

             'Minna, why did you leave me,' the darkness gave her no answers, only continued to taunt her with its menacing emptiness. Devoid of life, no soul survived here. She was alone.

            Alone. The word rang in her head like a hammer striking metal. Alone. Alone to die.

            She squeezed her eyes shut as the implications came forth. She didn't want to die alone. She didn't want to be alone the rest of her life either. Never again would she see their faces, hear they're laughter, or hug them when they needed comfort as she did now. Never again would they spend hours together just enjoying one another's company, enjoying the power of love. Never again would they be there for her.

            'I don't want to be alone for eternity,' She buried her face in her hands as she cried once again. Her anguished sobs echoed in the void, the sound alone expressing the desolation of the place.

            *:*Hahaha*:* Her head snapped up as the gentle laughter sounded. Who was there? She stood to her feet, her legs shaky. Her wings spread out and exposed her naked body; her never noticing the wind had stopped blowing. A light shone in the distance, the warmth it radiated a promise of something. Slowly the light grew until it encompassed her completely, bathing her in it's warmth and purity.

            *:*You won't be alone for eternity. We'll see you again*:* the voice...it sounded so familiar, and yet again, it didn't. Still it filled her with hope, caused tears of joy to spring to her eyes.

            'A promise?'

            *:*Yes*:*

            Yes. More tears chorused down her cheeks as the promise was made. A promise. Her lips curved into a smile of pure bliss, the tears still falling. With a sigh of happiness she took a final breath and gave up the ghost.

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            Usagi awoke with a start, her heat racing as she struggled for a breath. With shaking hands she reached up to her cheeks and pulled her fingers away, her eyes widening in shock as the wetness glistened in the dim light. Had she been crying in her sleep? A drop landed on her open palm and confirmed her answer. She wiped them away furiously, trying her best to remain in control of her emotions.

            Why would such a dream make her cry? Who's voice was that? She lay in the bed awhile, her mind still reeling from the vivid dream. It had all seemed so real. The wind, her tears, the laughter, it all seemed only a memory. 'Nonsense,' she chided herself, 'I'm not dead, I'm alive.'

            She suddenly froze as a thought struck her. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was....kami! Her hands clutched her stomach in panic, fully expecting to find bullet wounds there. A sigh of relief escaped as her fears were calmed. She was fine...at least for now.

            She needed to figure out where she was. She rolled and sat up on the edge of the bed. How did she get here? She looked down at herself and discovered that she was still fully clothed, her armor smudged with dirt and her boots still on. Was she back at Treize's compound?

            A second later she renounced the notion. She wouldn't be in bed if she was back with Treize, she would be dead. Bed? How did she get in a bed, and whose bed was it? Her sharp eyes looked around the small room she was in and locked onto the sleeping boy in the chair.

            It was him...Again.

            Usagi rose from the bed slowly, not wanting to wake him up. Was he going to kill her? He certainly looked the part, his hand resting on the gun as if waiting for her arousal. She approached him slowly. If she could get his gun and get out of there, she wouldn't have to worry about him.

            Her eyes studied him awhile, his normally harsh face relaxed in sleep. He was still in the black sweats and green tank she remembered seeing him in. His breath came in slow, measured paces. Even though he was in the most awkward position, he still managed to be in a deep sleep. He must have been as exhausted as her. Slowly she brushed the chocolate colored bangs from his forehead, the motion natural, as if she'd done it before. He stirred slightly, his fingers loosening the grip on the gun. With practiced fingers, Usagi reached for the gun and wrapped her hand around it while watching him for any movements.

            The light flicked on.

            "Who are you?!"

            Usagi glanced back to see who had spoken and when she found she couldn't, turned her attention back to the boy. Prussian and sapphire blue clashed, their gazes locking as his hand tightened the grip on the gun. Usagi backed away in surprise as Heero rose to his feet.

            "Going somewhere," if it was meant to be sarcastic, it certainly didn't sound that way. Usagi glanced to the doorway again, but a black haired boy blocked it, his black almond shaped eyes somewhat bewildered. A movement caught her eye and she looked at the other boy again, him motioning with his gun for her to sit back on the bed. Seeing no other alternative, she complied, flopping on the bed and crossing her arms over her chest. She looked at her *captor* expectantly, no doubt he wanted answers. His face remained calm even as his eyes bored into her own.

            "Who are you," she frowned in annoyance.

            "I already told you, my name is Tenshi," he glared at her.

            "Your real name,"

            "I said-"

            *CLICK*

            "Tell me or I'll shoot you," Tenshi looked at him coolly.

            "Go ahead, I've been shot before," Heero was quiet as he thought a moment. Obviously the threat of being shot had no effect on her. An idea suddenly popped into his mind and he lowered the gun.

            "Tell me...or I'll turn you into Treize."

            *gasp* Her eyes widened as her mouth hung open.

            "You...you..."she stammered, then took a moment to calm herself, "You wouldn't!" Another glance at him told her he would indeed do it.

            "Try me," he threatened, "Now who are you," She took a deep breath, debating whether to answer. Her eyes darted from the boy, to the gun, to the boy in the doorway, and finally she relented. Anything was better than Treize.

            "Alright already, my name is Usagi," Heero placed the gun in his waistband. It was then that Wufei butted in.

            "What's going on Yuy?" he asked, his eyebrow cocked. Heero ignored him.

            "What were you doing with the disk," Usagi stared at him blankly.

            "What disk?" Heero looked unamused. Usagi looked down at the ground in shame, a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks. This wasn't Treize; this boy wouldn't overreact like the older man might have.

            "I don't know," she whispered, the reply sounding sincere. For some reason Heero didn't believe that. People don't risk death to get something for no reason.

            "Yuy, who is she!?" Wufei was getting tired of being ignored. Heero gave him the death glare but Wufei didn't care.

            "A prisoner," he answered finally, one eye on Wufei and the other on the girl, an odd talent of his. Duo thought it was creepy. Speaking of the braided wonder, he just so happened to pick that time to burst in the room.

            "Hey Heero there's some woman at the door for yo-" he stopped as he came upon the awkward scene. Heero and Wufei were glaring at each other and a blond girl was sitting on the bed, her cheeks slightly flushed. Duo grinned.

            "If you're a *cough* busy, I can come back later," Duo grinned at the girl mischievously, winking and causing her to blush even more. Heero as usual was unaffected.

            "What woman?" Duo's attention came back to his original mission.

            "Some chick with these really weird eyes. She came to the front door asking for you. Quatre tried to tell her he never heard of you, but then she named you by your first and last name, plus your gundam! Then she named every single one of us and our gundams!" Duo was quiet as Heero took in the new info. Finally Heero motioned to the girl to stand up and stand next to him, and then turned back to Duo.

            "We're coming," he turned to the girl, "You're coming too."

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            Duo bounded into the room ahead of the others and sat in the chair next to Quatre at the large dining table. The woman sat opposite them, her head covered in a hood as she bowed it over a steaming cup of tea. She evidently hadn't said a thing since he'd left. Quatre looked at Duo expectantly.

            Well?" he asked when Duo didn't take the hint. Duo sat back in his chair, teetering it on two legs as he put his feet on the table and arms behind his head.

            "They're coming," he said, his mind elsewhere. Something was clearly bothering him.

            "Duo what's wrong?" Duo stared at the blond pilot for a moment before answering him.

            "You ever notice people with blue eyes have a thing for Heero?" Quatre blinked.

            "What do mean?" Duo looked up at the ceiling.

            "Well there's Relena, and we all know what her deal is, then there's Zechs, he's always trying to kill Heero, that other blond chick he's got upstairs, what a looker, and finally there's me," Quatre frowned.

            "You have a thing for Heero?"

            *BAM* Duo jumped up from the floor, rubbing his head in embarrassment as his cheeks turned red.

            "N..no...I mean he's my best friend and all...well sort of and he's always threatening to kill me!" He picked up his chair and sat in it again, this time properly. Quatre thought on it a moment and frowned in puzzlement.

            "But you don't have blue eyes, they're violet," Duo shook his head while chuckling.

            "Why does everyone think that! They're not violet, they're cobalt blue....see," and he zoomed his face up close so Quatre could indeed look. Quatre's eyes bugged.

            "Hai, you're right, they are blue," then he frowned again as a new thought struck, "But I have blue eyes and I don't have a thing for Heero," Duo threw back his head and laughed.

            "Ya, Quatre, but you're normal, everyone else is weird!" They both looked up as they heard the woman chuckling. She looked up from her cup of tea, her ruby red eyes shining with mirth.

            "Speak for yourself Mr. Maxwell," she said while smiling. Trowa, who sat on the opposite side of Quatre, spoke up then. His injured head had been wrapped in a white bandage, half of it disappearing beneath his long bang.

            "They're here, lets get started," indicating with his head towards the three others entering the room. Heero took a seat next to Duo. The girl was about to take a seat on the opposite side of the table, but Heero grabbed her arm and forced her onto the seat next to him. She slouched in her chair and pouted, her arms crossed, as he whispered something in her ear. Duo raised an eyebrow.

            "A little possessive aren't we?" Heero gave him the patented death glare and Duo backed off. Wufei took a seat next to the ever silent but observant Trowa. Surprisingly, it was Trowa who sprang the first question.

            "Now Miss, would you care to explain yourself? What are your reasons for being here?" The woman cocked an eyebrow in amusement, though they couldn't see it.

            "My my Mr. Barton, and here I thought you were the silent one," her tone one of mild amusement. Trowa's stone expression never faltered.

            "I'm only silent when I need to be," It was obvious he would say no more. The woman sat straighter in her chair and put her teacup aside.

            "Well it's only right I introduce myself first," and with steady hands she pushed her hood backed. Usagi gasped.

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            "Juniper!" she cried and sprang up from her chair. She would have bolted through the door if Heero hadn't tackled her and pinned her to the ground. She struggled to get free but he was much stronger, not to mention heavier, than her. She finally stopped writhing when he glared at her, his cold blue eyes freezing her in place.

            "You will sit here and listen and refrain from any more escape attempts....Do I make myself clear?!" He trembled slightly with controlled emotion, his jaw clenched in anger. Usagi gazed up at him with hard eyes, her own glare a match for him.

            "That woman," she hissed venomously, "That woman works for Treize!" Heero was silent a moment as he stared at her. In one swift movement he was on his feet, pulling Usagi up with him, his hands on here wrists. He pulled her up against him, twisting her wrists up to his chest as he lowered his mouth to her ear.

            "I don't give a damn who she works for. She is going to give us some information and when she's done, I'm going to kill her," he whispered heatedly in her ear. He watched as her shoulders untensed and she visibly relaxed, the desire to fight gone for now. Heero released one of her wrists, using the other to pull her back to the table and take a seat. He ignored the questioning looks Duo gave him and nodded to the woman.

            "Continue," he ordered. The woman nodded in acknowledgement, her lips curving into a slight smile. She unsnapped the cloak from her shoulders and neatly set it in her lap, giving them a full view of her. Her hair was a beautiful wave of gold silk, the ends fading into a vibrant scarlet. It flowed freely down her back. The bangs were split style, wavy as the rest of her hair and left a clear view of her ruby red eyes. They held the look of someone who had seen many things. With a gracefulness acquired with patience, she folded her hands in her lap, her green dress contrasting greatly with her pale skin. She stared Usagi right in the eye, never averting her gaze as the younger woman glared at her.

            "Usagi is right in a sense, I am known as Juniper to many, but my real name is Galaxia." She waited for a reaction from Usagi, but there was none. 'Her memories are locked away better than I thought,' she turned her head to look at the assembled boys one by one.

            "I'm here for a reason, sent by my associate to do a favor and fulfill a mission. Mr. Yuy has already met her, the woman with the blue eyes. I can't tell you her name right now, and I'm doubtful if you will ever find out," she waited for them to say something, anything. Finally Duo reached behind him and pulled a gun from his waistband. With a thud he set it on the table, the item alone voicing his thoughts.

            "Continue," he said icily, all playfulness gone from him. Galaxia cleared her throat. She deliberately looked at Usagi, her eyes suddenly brimming with tears.

            "Usagi, for my role as Juniper, I am truly sorry. Please forgive me. I had to make sure you were strong enough this time, I had to prepare you."

            "What do mean *this time*? Prepare me for what?" Galaxia's eyes gazed at her fearfully.

            "For the second coming," she whispered, "He has awoken once more, and this time he is twice as powerful. He wants you," Usagi leaned forward in her chair.

            "Who wants me?" she asked, a hard edge to her voice.

            "Chaos." Duo suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. Galaxia looked at him bewildered, wondering what he thought was so funny. Smiling widely he spoke.

            "You're kidding right? Everybody knows Chaos ain't a thing. It's everywhere!" Galaxia shook her head sadly. Poor uneducated fools.

            "You are true in a sense Mr. Maxwell, Chaos ensues everywhere. It's in the air we breathe, the food we eat and in the hearts of everyone. But there comes a time when the balance is disturbed. Too much Chaos can lead to catastrophe. When there is so much chaos in the world, it is able to take shape, escape from the bonds set upon it by the laws of heaven. It's power grows and as it does, so does Chaos's grip on reality. It is able to define what it is......in this case, a he."

            Duo was completely lost, and by the look on Wufei's face, so was he.

            "I don't get it," said Duo. The woman was about to answer him but Quatre beat her to it.

            "In other words Duo, when things get out of hand, this thing called Chaos becomes real and takes on the role it believes is strongest in this world, or in other words, man," A light of understanding flicked on in Duo's head and a smile twitched at Wufei's lips.

            "Thank you Mr. Winner." Quatre nodded politely while smiling. Heero interrupted the friendly exchange.

            "You still didn't answer Usagi's question. What do you mean by *this time*? I take it this has occurred before?" He didn't believe a word she had said yet, but he was curious to hear what she had to tell before he killed her.

            "Yes, it has. The first time it happened, Usagi was able to put it in it's place, in the process healing me and restoring balance to the world," All eyes turned to look at the girl, but she was as lost as them.

            "What are you talking about? I've never met anything, let alone fight something, like this Chaos. Have you lost your mind?" Galaxia sighed and sat back in her chair.

            "You remember nothing then? Sailor Moon? The Sailor Senshi? The Moon Kingdom? You remember none of it?" Usagi stared at her incredulously. This woman was completely nuts! Her blue eyes narrowed to slits, filled with hate and anger.

            "I have no idea what you are talking about *Juniper*, or whatever you call yourself and quite frankly I don't care. I hate you and everything you represent, and anything you have to say is irrelevant because I don't give a damn!" Galaxia suddenly sat forward, her ruby red eyes glaring with such venom Usagi actually shrank back a little. Galaxia bared her teeth.

            "Do you know how much I despise you?!" she hissed, "Do you know how long I've had to suffer because of you?!" Heero cast her a warning glance and Galaxia suddenly calmed, sinking wearily into her chair. Tears brimmed in her eyes and one ran down her cheek.

            "Forgive me Princess. I didn't mean it," Usagi could only stare at her wide eyed, still in shock from the woman's sudden outburst.

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CLIFFHANGER!!! EEEIIIII!!!

Wufei: Woman! Must you always announce the obvious!
Shorty: *cheez* Of course! It wouldn't be right if I didn't!
Nappa: Hey you!! No conversing with the prisoner!! Leave now!
Shorty: Wu-chan please don't leave me with......THEM!! *sob*
Wufei: Did you just call me Wu-chan?
Shorty: *blink* Ya....why?
Wufei: Bye. leaves
Shorty: NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to take the time to thank all those who emailed me about the Author's Expressions. I emailed anyone back who left their email address and anyone who emailed me personally. To those I didn't get, thanks for your support! You guys make me feel really good about expressing my opinion. At first I wasn't going to write this chapter for a long time cuz I was feeling low, due to that review, and I had writers block. Thanks to Traci for helping me on the WB bit. I used one of her ideas, not completely, but part of it. As for the feeling low part, I read all those wonderful reviews and it gave such an inspiration to keep going! I hope yall like this chapter.

Midnight of Shadows ~ email me Quimon7@hotmail.com if you don't feel like reviewing and instead want to say sumthin personal.
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