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Finally! An attempt at the next chapter! Angsty! Sorry for long delay, I wasn't in the mood. I plan at least three chapters more, that being total of 10 chapters, and of course, a happy end. That means nobody dies. Not even Ren.
() indicates lyrics. "" indicates speech. // indicates thoughts.
-What's Wrong With Being a Blonde?-
Chapter 7
Ogata Teishiro had a nasty feeling that something bad was happening. First, it was Taichi's disappearance at the end of school (the teachers reported him as skipping his detention), and no one knew where his was. His parents were worried sick. Second, his brother, a bartender at Hakada's club, phoned him in the middle of the night to say something was up.
Teishiro couldn't sleep. He stared out in the street, locked in the darkness of his room, and chewed his nails praying that Taichi was clever enough to stay away from yakuza.
It was hopeless.
Teishiro started at the movement at the end of the street. He jumped up to the window, opened it wide and climbed out, fervently hoping the he didn't mistake the mop of wild hair. The dark figure collapsed on the sidewalk. Teishiro ran up to the fragile beaten form and his eyes went round. He hauled the unconscious boy up by his shoulders and shook him.
"Taichi!!!" he cried fearfully. "Taichi, are you alive?!"
Blood covered Teishiro's fingers. He gasped. What he took for a dark shirt was actually a school white shirt soaked with blood. For a moment Teishiro felt nauseated.
The boy on his hands groaned.
"Taichi!" Teishiro picked him up and dragged him to his window.
"Ko...ro...mon..." the brunet muttered.
Teishiro noticed with a start something pink and long-eared jump inside his room and dash under his bed from where a cautious eye blinked at him.
"Yamato..." Taichi moaned.
"I'll take care of you," Teishiro promised. "And then we'll find your Yamato."
He dragged the boy through the window and lowered on his bed with caution. Taichi didn't respond to it, and Teishiro checked his pulse for upteenth time to see if there remained any life in this limp body. Picking up the phone with his bloodstained hands, he shakingly dialed his brother's cell number.
"Sorry, I'm busy at the moment." A rough voice and an avalanche of music erupted from the receiver.
"A-Akiji!" Teishiro sobbed. "He's hurt... he's bleeding! They beat him! They stabbed him!" Panic soaked his voice. Any minute his parents would wake up from his racket and would come to check. Teishiro willed himself to keep his voice down.
"Teishiro.. touto... keep cool. Who is *he*?"
"T-T-Taichi..." he dashed to the door and checked if it was locked. "Should I call up ..am-ambulance or ppo-police?"
"No!" Akiji said. "Take him to hospital in the morning... trust me, you don't want to see his parents' reaction if the doctors call them in the middle of the night about his awful condition.. Now, call his parents, tell them he's sleeping over... Now, you describe his wounds to me.. Take off his shirt. Where did Gozoku stab him?"
Teishiro dropped the receiver on the bed and freed Taichi from his shirt.
"L-l-left arm, upper right arm... God, he's soo bruised! Akiji, I'm sure he's got ribs broken, it looks awful..."
"Trust me, Ren's yakuza are careful about this stuff... They usually carefully beat someone making it look like a usual fight between friends and then let Gozoku finish the victim... Check his head."
"It seems okay," Teishiro wiped his tears. "But there is so much blood... My hands... Akiji!"
"Oh hell," said his brother. "Look, I can't go home now - Ren is up to something... Teishiro, listen carefully. You will have to do everything I say. Now. Fetch water, antiseptic, bandages and a towel. Be quick."
Teishiro went pale. "Okay."
He gave sincere thanks to God that Akiji had a first aid certificate.
Time went and Teishiro cleaned Taichi's wounds and presently was bandaging him like a mummy tentatively listening to every breath his friend took. Akiji instructed him what to do.
"Wait a sec, touto.. Gozoku's coming," Akiji warned him. He placed the receiver down with a mild thud and Teishiro held his breath. He could hear every word exchanged between them and his hands shook as he followed the conversation. His fingers clenched in fists. Sickening feeling of despair downed at him. He heard enough before Akiji pressed down the end button and spared his younger brother the details.
"Oh no, Ren raped Yamato.." Teishiro gasped in shock. The receiver slipped his fingers.
Despite the severe injuries, the boy on the bed wasn't unconscious. Taichi watched his lips with wary determined eyes.
(Yamato's POV)
Yamato didn't wake up rather floated up to reality.
He was blissfully alone. Yamato wrapped the blanket over his naked body, briefly wondering why he was naked, and began to drift off to sleep when the thought like a bullet pierced his brain: Ren. Raped. Him.
He found himself in the world of shock and pain. He howled into the pillow seeking to ease his pain. A welcoming thought occurred to him: it couldn't have been more than a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare.
Pain was quite physical. Terror gripped his stomach again and spread to the ends of his fingers and toes, immobilizing him, drowning him in dark waters of despair.
//He raped me... and I let him.//
"I see you woke up..."
Soft footsteps, additional weight on the bed, calm voice. Yamato opened his eyes in panic. He tried to crawl away but shaking too much he couldn't do anything. Ren placed a kiss on his forehead.
"You was very sweet, Yamato," he informed him. "Still sleepy, huh? I'll come back in the evening after you rested well."
Yamato held back tears that stung his eyes. //So what if he raped me?.. I'll live... So that he does it again?//
"If you're hungry there are some sandwiches in the fridge, you know."
Ren's hand landed on his tense shoulders, walked up to his head and stroked his disordered hair. Slowly the hand raised his blonde strands and let them lifelessly fall back. //Go away... don't violate me.//
"Your clothes will be ready in half an hour. Then you can walk around the club."
Dirty, he felt dirty. If only he could be clean again. Clothes could be washed, body could be healed. And his mind, would stay the way it is, scarred, broken, terrified and going mad. //Why did I do it? It wasn't me...//
"It's nearly midday, you're such a sleepyhead."
//Taichi... where is he?//
Ren finally turned to Yamato and saw that the boy's eyes were shut tightly. The young yakuza leant over the boy and tucked the blanket around him accidentally shaking him. Yamato moaned in pain. Ren rose quickly and patted his shoulder - more like a squeeze - and exited the room without a word. Yamato watched him from the roll of his blanket. He drew up his knees and howled himself miserably back to uneasy sleep.
Music from the dance floor reached his ears. In a kind of emotional haze, he presumed people in the club were gobbling down their lunch in limited intervals between their work. His father must be at the Fuji TV station. Fuji TV station was the place they defeated Vamdemon. Students were eating the snacks their mothers made them in the morning. It was another school day. Takeru must be having a meal with his friends, laughing.
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
It was a nightmare, this fog-like substance he was floating in. In this fog every thought became a reality and Yamato couldn't tell a truth from a lie. He was... dying. He thought about Ren using him. The fog was cold, ruthless. It had a distinct sticking smell of fear... Then everything sloped down in an abyss and Yamato mentally balanced himself on the edge, staring down in the darkness. //It is repeating itself... The dark cave... Taichi.//
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
Taichi.
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
Taichi. Then suddenly warmth. As if the sun went up in the sky and the foggy nightmare vanished in the thin air. This name⦠He could bask in it like he basked in the sunlight. Beautiful.
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
What warmth that name radiated... Good. //I'll never see him again.//
(I'm walking away)
Cold, freezing. Yamato shivered and rolled in the bed. It brought pain that was associated immediately with... Ren. Right.
(Sometimes some people get me wrong)
Impossible. Slowly his mind accepted what had happened and his conscientious self screamed in disgust. It argued and beat him, telling him he couldn't be thinking about Taichi. He knew. He was... infested.
(When it's something I've said or done)
He wanted to die. He needed to die. His mind was stripped off all arguments against. Something in him, some instinct stirred but it was the only one. There were too many voices telling him.. That he was not worthy walking the face of the earth. That he was... a virus.
(Sometimes you feel there is no fun)
Than he brought pain and misery to Earth.
(That's why you turn and run)
The worst part was that he didn't even feel anymore that he belonged to himself. He was.. invented for a purpose. He was owned.
(But now I truly realise)
A slave.
(Some people don't wanna compromise)
To Ren.
(Well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies)
He wasn't supposed to have feelings. Yes, it was better that way and he couldn't feel that pain he couldn't grasp the awfulness of the situation. He could be Ren's pet. Why not? It made life easy. No love. Only hatred. Only pain tearing him apart.
(And well I don't wanna live my life too many sleepless nights)
//But I loved Taichi.// Yamato shuddered. Out of all people, Taichi cared. He loved him back and recklessly plunged into the middle of gutter that Yamato was in. //I made Taichi suffer. I will forget him.//
(Not mentioning the fights I'm sorry to say lady)
There was only Ren and Ren was here in this room.
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
Ren was here in this room. It was like a bomb explosion. Yamato slowly resurfaced, the delirium let go of him. He, like a wary animal, was following with his eyes every move Ren made.
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
"Sleepy still, Yamato?"
Yamato moved away weakly as the young boy approached the bed. Ren's words pinned him down, helpless, generated sheen of cold sweat on his forehead. //What if he wants to rape me again?//
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
"Please..." Yamato whispered.
"It's okay. I brought you lunch, sleepyhead."
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
He tried to crawl to the wall. Ren placed a small tray on the bedside table and then selected a knife from its place by the plate.
"You'll be alright, sweetheart," he smiled down on him and put the knife carefully away into his pocket. "You'll be fine."
(I'm walking away)
Yamato's eyes stopped at Ren's pocket. It was very important.
"Do you want anything?" Ren spoke softly and Yamato shuddered at the almost imperceptible guilt in his voice. //He knows what he has done. He keeps the knife away so that I wouldn't kill myself. He is afraid I might kill myself because of what he had done.// The boy's mind quickly assessed this new development. If Ren didn't want him to suffer, then Yamato was free and Ren's power couldn't affect him. It meant that everything about Ren was madness and a lie. A rebel in Yamato stirred and stood up. //I don't belong to Ren. There is Taichi.//
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Ren repeated uncomfortably under Yamato's fixed stare. "I brought your clothes. You can go around the club, it's safer here. And I told your father not to worry about you. I even called your brother but he didn't want to talk to me.."
(So just be cool and don't lose to yourself...)
"Taichi?" Yamato asked. It was a challenge. A dangerous thing to discuss with Ren but Ren's weakness was in his guilt and Yamato knew it. He had power over Ren and it was no wonder that Ren averted his gaze and studied the wall. A grimace of rage fleeted his face but he couldn't look in the steady blue eyes now. And his fear was like a swift recovery for Yamato...
(Naifu no ue darou ga aruite yaru)
"Him?" Ren confirmed coldly. "He's fine."
Yamato smiled at the simple thought that came to him: there was no need to go mad. Yes, what happened, happened. There is no denying it. Pain, misery and hatred - he had fought these feelings once, it would be easier to fight them now. He willed his shaking to stop, he willed his body to reduce the physical pain. And he would win, like back then when he and Taichi won. The sensation of his friend's slightly sweaty, slightly shaking hand in his own came back. 'I'll hold onto you to make sure you don't chicken out'. The memory steadied Yamato's unstable mind. He propped himself up on his elbows, seeking no refuge in the blanket. He didn't need refuge any more.
(Possible impossible but if we are the Chosen Children we can do it)
"Can I see him?" //I love him, you know.//
"Not yet."
Ren stiff and angry walked away from the room. Yamato smiled at his back. //You must understand that I don't love you, Ren. Even if I slept with you...//
He winced from pain but got up and started to pull his clothes on telling himself over and over again to stop shaking. //I did it to help Taichi.//
He looked into the mirror, saw a scrawny blonde boy with a grimace of fear. He schooled his face, his eyes, his hands. //You deceived me and used me but I will go on with my life even if you are still here.//
(I'll even walk the edge of the knife)
//Because Taichi is here as well.//
a/n
Naifu no ue darou ga aruite yaru = I'll even walk the edge of the knife. from 'Walk on the Edge'!!!!!!!!! Yamato's song!!!!!
I don't believe I wrote this chapter, sure, I think it needs some corrections... *sigh* Taito will be in the next chapter.
Sorry, can't think now... Gotta do my French FAST!!! (if I don't want to explain my teacher that I didn't do my homework because I was writing a Taito...^_^) Isn't this chapter just hectic?
Finally! An attempt at the next chapter! Angsty! Sorry for long delay, I wasn't in the mood. I plan at least three chapters more, that being total of 10 chapters, and of course, a happy end. That means nobody dies. Not even Ren.
() indicates lyrics. "" indicates speech. // indicates thoughts.
-What's Wrong With Being a Blonde?-
Chapter 7
Ogata Teishiro had a nasty feeling that something bad was happening. First, it was Taichi's disappearance at the end of school (the teachers reported him as skipping his detention), and no one knew where his was. His parents were worried sick. Second, his brother, a bartender at Hakada's club, phoned him in the middle of the night to say something was up.
Teishiro couldn't sleep. He stared out in the street, locked in the darkness of his room, and chewed his nails praying that Taichi was clever enough to stay away from yakuza.
It was hopeless.
Teishiro started at the movement at the end of the street. He jumped up to the window, opened it wide and climbed out, fervently hoping the he didn't mistake the mop of wild hair. The dark figure collapsed on the sidewalk. Teishiro ran up to the fragile beaten form and his eyes went round. He hauled the unconscious boy up by his shoulders and shook him.
"Taichi!!!" he cried fearfully. "Taichi, are you alive?!"
Blood covered Teishiro's fingers. He gasped. What he took for a dark shirt was actually a school white shirt soaked with blood. For a moment Teishiro felt nauseated.
The boy on his hands groaned.
"Taichi!" Teishiro picked him up and dragged him to his window.
"Ko...ro...mon..." the brunet muttered.
Teishiro noticed with a start something pink and long-eared jump inside his room and dash under his bed from where a cautious eye blinked at him.
"Yamato..." Taichi moaned.
"I'll take care of you," Teishiro promised. "And then we'll find your Yamato."
He dragged the boy through the window and lowered on his bed with caution. Taichi didn't respond to it, and Teishiro checked his pulse for upteenth time to see if there remained any life in this limp body. Picking up the phone with his bloodstained hands, he shakingly dialed his brother's cell number.
"Sorry, I'm busy at the moment." A rough voice and an avalanche of music erupted from the receiver.
"A-Akiji!" Teishiro sobbed. "He's hurt... he's bleeding! They beat him! They stabbed him!" Panic soaked his voice. Any minute his parents would wake up from his racket and would come to check. Teishiro willed himself to keep his voice down.
"Teishiro.. touto... keep cool. Who is *he*?"
"T-T-Taichi..." he dashed to the door and checked if it was locked. "Should I call up ..am-ambulance or ppo-police?"
"No!" Akiji said. "Take him to hospital in the morning... trust me, you don't want to see his parents' reaction if the doctors call them in the middle of the night about his awful condition.. Now, call his parents, tell them he's sleeping over... Now, you describe his wounds to me.. Take off his shirt. Where did Gozoku stab him?"
Teishiro dropped the receiver on the bed and freed Taichi from his shirt.
"L-l-left arm, upper right arm... God, he's soo bruised! Akiji, I'm sure he's got ribs broken, it looks awful..."
"Trust me, Ren's yakuza are careful about this stuff... They usually carefully beat someone making it look like a usual fight between friends and then let Gozoku finish the victim... Check his head."
"It seems okay," Teishiro wiped his tears. "But there is so much blood... My hands... Akiji!"
"Oh hell," said his brother. "Look, I can't go home now - Ren is up to something... Teishiro, listen carefully. You will have to do everything I say. Now. Fetch water, antiseptic, bandages and a towel. Be quick."
Teishiro went pale. "Okay."
He gave sincere thanks to God that Akiji had a first aid certificate.
Time went and Teishiro cleaned Taichi's wounds and presently was bandaging him like a mummy tentatively listening to every breath his friend took. Akiji instructed him what to do.
"Wait a sec, touto.. Gozoku's coming," Akiji warned him. He placed the receiver down with a mild thud and Teishiro held his breath. He could hear every word exchanged between them and his hands shook as he followed the conversation. His fingers clenched in fists. Sickening feeling of despair downed at him. He heard enough before Akiji pressed down the end button and spared his younger brother the details.
"Oh no, Ren raped Yamato.." Teishiro gasped in shock. The receiver slipped his fingers.
Despite the severe injuries, the boy on the bed wasn't unconscious. Taichi watched his lips with wary determined eyes.
(Yamato's POV)
Yamato didn't wake up rather floated up to reality.
He was blissfully alone. Yamato wrapped the blanket over his naked body, briefly wondering why he was naked, and began to drift off to sleep when the thought like a bullet pierced his brain: Ren. Raped. Him.
He found himself in the world of shock and pain. He howled into the pillow seeking to ease his pain. A welcoming thought occurred to him: it couldn't have been more than a nightmare. Yes, a nightmare.
Pain was quite physical. Terror gripped his stomach again and spread to the ends of his fingers and toes, immobilizing him, drowning him in dark waters of despair.
//He raped me... and I let him.//
"I see you woke up..."
Soft footsteps, additional weight on the bed, calm voice. Yamato opened his eyes in panic. He tried to crawl away but shaking too much he couldn't do anything. Ren placed a kiss on his forehead.
"You was very sweet, Yamato," he informed him. "Still sleepy, huh? I'll come back in the evening after you rested well."
Yamato held back tears that stung his eyes. //So what if he raped me?.. I'll live... So that he does it again?//
"If you're hungry there are some sandwiches in the fridge, you know."
Ren's hand landed on his tense shoulders, walked up to his head and stroked his disordered hair. Slowly the hand raised his blonde strands and let them lifelessly fall back. //Go away... don't violate me.//
"Your clothes will be ready in half an hour. Then you can walk around the club."
Dirty, he felt dirty. If only he could be clean again. Clothes could be washed, body could be healed. And his mind, would stay the way it is, scarred, broken, terrified and going mad. //Why did I do it? It wasn't me...//
"It's nearly midday, you're such a sleepyhead."
//Taichi... where is he?//
Ren finally turned to Yamato and saw that the boy's eyes were shut tightly. The young yakuza leant over the boy and tucked the blanket around him accidentally shaking him. Yamato moaned in pain. Ren rose quickly and patted his shoulder - more like a squeeze - and exited the room without a word. Yamato watched him from the roll of his blanket. He drew up his knees and howled himself miserably back to uneasy sleep.
Music from the dance floor reached his ears. In a kind of emotional haze, he presumed people in the club were gobbling down their lunch in limited intervals between their work. His father must be at the Fuji TV station. Fuji TV station was the place they defeated Vamdemon. Students were eating the snacks their mothers made them in the morning. It was another school day. Takeru must be having a meal with his friends, laughing.
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
It was a nightmare, this fog-like substance he was floating in. In this fog every thought became a reality and Yamato couldn't tell a truth from a lie. He was... dying. He thought about Ren using him. The fog was cold, ruthless. It had a distinct sticking smell of fear... Then everything sloped down in an abyss and Yamato mentally balanced himself on the edge, staring down in the darkness. //It is repeating itself... The dark cave... Taichi.//
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
Taichi.
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
Taichi. Then suddenly warmth. As if the sun went up in the sky and the foggy nightmare vanished in the thin air. This name⦠He could bask in it like he basked in the sunlight. Beautiful.
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
What warmth that name radiated... Good. //I'll never see him again.//
(I'm walking away)
Cold, freezing. Yamato shivered and rolled in the bed. It brought pain that was associated immediately with... Ren. Right.
(Sometimes some people get me wrong)
Impossible. Slowly his mind accepted what had happened and his conscientious self screamed in disgust. It argued and beat him, telling him he couldn't be thinking about Taichi. He knew. He was... infested.
(When it's something I've said or done)
He wanted to die. He needed to die. His mind was stripped off all arguments against. Something in him, some instinct stirred but it was the only one. There were too many voices telling him.. That he was not worthy walking the face of the earth. That he was... a virus.
(Sometimes you feel there is no fun)
Than he brought pain and misery to Earth.
(That's why you turn and run)
The worst part was that he didn't even feel anymore that he belonged to himself. He was.. invented for a purpose. He was owned.
(But now I truly realise)
A slave.
(Some people don't wanna compromise)
To Ren.
(Well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies)
He wasn't supposed to have feelings. Yes, it was better that way and he couldn't feel that pain he couldn't grasp the awfulness of the situation. He could be Ren's pet. Why not? It made life easy. No love. Only hatred. Only pain tearing him apart.
(And well I don't wanna live my life too many sleepless nights)
//But I loved Taichi.// Yamato shuddered. Out of all people, Taichi cared. He loved him back and recklessly plunged into the middle of gutter that Yamato was in. //I made Taichi suffer. I will forget him.//
(Not mentioning the fights I'm sorry to say lady)
There was only Ren and Ren was here in this room.
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
Ren was here in this room. It was like a bomb explosion. Yamato slowly resurfaced, the delirium let go of him. He, like a wary animal, was following with his eyes every move Ren made.
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
"Sleepy still, Yamato?"
Yamato moved away weakly as the young boy approached the bed. Ren's words pinned him down, helpless, generated sheen of cold sweat on his forehead. //What if he wants to rape me again?//
(I'm walking away from the troubles in my life)
"Please..." Yamato whispered.
"It's okay. I brought you lunch, sleepyhead."
(I'm walking away oh to find a better day)
He tried to crawl to the wall. Ren placed a small tray on the bedside table and then selected a knife from its place by the plate.
"You'll be alright, sweetheart," he smiled down on him and put the knife carefully away into his pocket. "You'll be fine."
(I'm walking away)
Yamato's eyes stopped at Ren's pocket. It was very important.
"Do you want anything?" Ren spoke softly and Yamato shuddered at the almost imperceptible guilt in his voice. //He knows what he has done. He keeps the knife away so that I wouldn't kill myself. He is afraid I might kill myself because of what he had done.// The boy's mind quickly assessed this new development. If Ren didn't want him to suffer, then Yamato was free and Ren's power couldn't affect him. It meant that everything about Ren was madness and a lie. A rebel in Yamato stirred and stood up. //I don't belong to Ren. There is Taichi.//
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" Ren repeated uncomfortably under Yamato's fixed stare. "I brought your clothes. You can go around the club, it's safer here. And I told your father not to worry about you. I even called your brother but he didn't want to talk to me.."
(So just be cool and don't lose to yourself...)
"Taichi?" Yamato asked. It was a challenge. A dangerous thing to discuss with Ren but Ren's weakness was in his guilt and Yamato knew it. He had power over Ren and it was no wonder that Ren averted his gaze and studied the wall. A grimace of rage fleeted his face but he couldn't look in the steady blue eyes now. And his fear was like a swift recovery for Yamato...
(Naifu no ue darou ga aruite yaru)
"Him?" Ren confirmed coldly. "He's fine."
Yamato smiled at the simple thought that came to him: there was no need to go mad. Yes, what happened, happened. There is no denying it. Pain, misery and hatred - he had fought these feelings once, it would be easier to fight them now. He willed his shaking to stop, he willed his body to reduce the physical pain. And he would win, like back then when he and Taichi won. The sensation of his friend's slightly sweaty, slightly shaking hand in his own came back. 'I'll hold onto you to make sure you don't chicken out'. The memory steadied Yamato's unstable mind. He propped himself up on his elbows, seeking no refuge in the blanket. He didn't need refuge any more.
(Possible impossible but if we are the Chosen Children we can do it)
"Can I see him?" //I love him, you know.//
"Not yet."
Ren stiff and angry walked away from the room. Yamato smiled at his back. //You must understand that I don't love you, Ren. Even if I slept with you...//
He winced from pain but got up and started to pull his clothes on telling himself over and over again to stop shaking. //I did it to help Taichi.//
He looked into the mirror, saw a scrawny blonde boy with a grimace of fear. He schooled his face, his eyes, his hands. //You deceived me and used me but I will go on with my life even if you are still here.//
(I'll even walk the edge of the knife)
//Because Taichi is here as well.//
a/n
Naifu no ue darou ga aruite yaru = I'll even walk the edge of the knife. from 'Walk on the Edge'!!!!!!!!! Yamato's song!!!!!
I don't believe I wrote this chapter, sure, I think it needs some corrections... *sigh* Taito will be in the next chapter.
Sorry, can't think now... Gotta do my French FAST!!! (if I don't want to explain my teacher that I didn't do my homework because I was writing a Taito...^_^) Isn't this chapter just hectic?
