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STORY IS IN NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH THE HARRY POTTER SERIES BY JK ROWLING,
IT IS A PURE FORM OF FANFICTION!!!!
Alexei Noire xXx :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Eight : James' Fear~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And it's ten-zero to Ravenclaw!" Lestrange cried.
It was the Quidditch Semi Finals between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and twenty minutes in, Ravenclaw had already scored. Rodolphus Lestrange had been chosen to commentate and was relishing in Gryffindor's loss so early in the game.
"Now it's Gryffindor in possession, and OUCH!" a bludger had just pelted out of nowhere and knocked the Quaffle out of the Chaser's arm, all the while making a sickening crunch as it broke her bones.
"And she's being taken off to be replaced by a sub, and who do we have here?" Lestrange said with a hint of derision in his voice. People from the stands looked down and saw a minute figure in scarlet Quidditch robes mounting a broom and kicking off.
Lestrange laughed loudly, "It seems that we have a TINY change in the Gryffindor line up."
Some stood up to get a good look at what on earth Lestrange was going on about.
"Oh my God," Lily cried from beside Sirius, "It's that kid!"
Sirius grabbed her binoculars and saw that the replacement Chaser was none other than little Martyn Mitochondria. With his bright blonde hair, and small size it seemed he wouldn't last more than a few minutes in the game.
"We resume play," Lestrange boomed, "Ravenclaw in possession, the Chaser's gone past the hurl of Bludgers at him and... HE SCORES! TWENTY ZERO TO RAVENCLAW!"
There were enormous cheers coming from the Ravenclaw end, where a mass of blue rose high in the air.
"There's Jay," Sirius told Lily, pointing up at a scarlet figure high in the sky hovering above the Ravenclaw goals.
Lily grabbed her binoculars back and giggled.
"What is it?" Sirius asked.
"Oh nothing," she laughed, "It's just he looks pretty cute up there, with his hair windswept and his face all angry and determined."
Sirius gave a weak laugh, and sat back down next to her to watch the game.
"I wonder where Ray and Pete are," Sirius muttered, watching yet another goal by Ravenclaw.
"They won't have forgotten?" Lily asked, without taking her eyes off the game.
"I certainly hope not, we've been cheering Jay on since we were ickle nippers!"
Lily laughed, and staring through her binoculars said, "Well, looks like your mate is coming into good use after all."
Sirius grabbed her binoculars off her, dragging her into him.
Martyn had possession of the Quaffle, and his tiny size came in very handy, as he slipped through a scrum of attacking Chasers. He swerved with marvellous precision as a Bludger came pelting his way, he dove straight down and came back up to evade yet another Chaser. He was at the goal, he was almost there...
"SAVED!" Lestrange cried, "SAVED BY THE RAVENCLAW KEEPER! So the score remains -."
Lestrange froze, Martyn had caught the Quaffle as soon as the Keeper had thrown it off course, and was making his way back to the goals.
"And so, Mitochondria in possession of the Quaffle," Lestrange continued, "And he's almost there, and I don't believe it - HE SCORES!"
There was an eruption of cheers from the Gryffindor end, and Lily and Sirius could barely hear each other cheer as they hugged, jumping up and down all the while.
"Ravenclaw back in possession, and Chaser Horatio Murkus is nearing the goals... and it's SAVED!" Lestrange called through the loudspeaker.
"What's this?" Lestrange asked curiously, looking to the middle of the pitch, "It seems the Gryffindor Seeker has spotted the Snitch!"
People stood up again in the stands to get a better look at the streak of scarlet darting towards the Gryffindor goalposts. The Ravenclaw Seeker, Adrianna Bell, had also seen it and was making her way quickly towards where James was looking - but she could not see the Snitch herself.
"You don't think he's feinting do you?" Sirius asked Lily, who was gripping her face with white knuckles.
"Even if I knew what you were talking about, I wouldn't know," she replied, now taking hold of Sirius' hand and crunching the bones horribly in anxiety, "I'm Muggle Born, remember."
James was nearing the edge of the goalposts, and it seemed he was about to hit the posts if he didn't swerve away in time. He leant forward and closed his hand around the tiny snitch, crushing its silver wings inside his fist.
"And Gryffindor win one hundred and fifty points! Gryffindor win!" Lestrange boomed, even he seemed amazed at James' capture.
The Gryffindor stands emptied quickly and people began to rush madly over to the pitch to meet the players.
Sirius and Lily stayed behind - they decided they'd talk to James in the safety of the Gryffindor Common Room. Behind them, a sly voice came.
"Cosy little couple aren't you?"
Sirius and Lily spun round and saw Severus Snape sat with his hands in his lap, a wicked grin across his face.
"What d'you want, Snivellus?" Sirius growled, getting up off his seat and making his way towards Snape.
"I was just admiring the way you and Evans here look like Romeo and Juliet," he replied, unflinching.
"Why you little!" Sirius began to charge forwards but Lily caught him by his muscular shoulders and pulled him back.
"Leave it, Si," she muttered, "It's not worth it."
Sirius glared menacingly at Snape, who looked as if Christmas had come early.
On their way to the Common Room, Sirius continued to talk angrily about Snape.
"He's just SUCH a little squirt!" he cried, "The way he thinks he's so much better than everyone because he knows so many curses."
Lily was looking away, distraught and annoyed. Sirius noticed this, and abruptly stopped ranting.
"You QUITE finished?" she asked in an irked tone.
Sirius nodded gravely, "Sorry, Lil, but you know I can't control my temper sometimes."
"Well you'd better learn to in the future or I'll castrate you where you stand!" she said threateningly.
"I-I...wha.?" Sirius gagged.
"I'm only messing!" she laughed, a huge smile forming on her pretty face, "Come on!"
She grabbed hold on Sirius' hand and ran with him to the Portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked, looking as if she had nothing better to do than guard a secret entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Cumulonimbus," Lily said, and the picture swung forward to admit them.
As soon as Lily and Sirius walked in, there was a rush of sound greeting them. Martyn was sat in a soft leather armchair by the fire, with whole host of new admirers, many female - he did look pretty sweet sat there in his Quidditch Robes and a huge grin on his face.
Sirius noticed he had a lot of lipstick marked kisses upon his cheeks, and even one on his lips. He also noticed that he was still holding Lily's hand, and abruptly let go, after giving her an embarrassed smile.
"Hey!" Sirius cried, walking over to Martyn, "Well done, kid!"
He bent down and shook little Martyn's hand.
"Thanks, Padfoot," he said in a small voice.
Sirius stared - how had he known he was called that? His other acquaintances apart from his Gryffindor lads never called him that. But then again, Lily HAD called him Padfoot last week on Valentine's Day.
Smiling, Sirius got back up and made his way over to Remus, who was yelling at a few Third Year girls for doing handstands on the chairs. Lily had sat down with her own group of girls and was looking at her nails, bored.
"Hey Moony," Sirius said, coming over to his friend, "You know where Prongs has got to?"
"TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Remus roared, causing the entire Common Room to go deadly silent.
All eyes were on him, and not a person spoke.
"Th-That's what I'd be saying to you next time!" he yelled back at the girls who were doing handstands.
The chatter immediately picked up again, and a few people laughed.
"Damn girls," Remus muttered, "Padfoot! Umm, James went up early - he was knackered... I'm warning you!"
Remus walked back over to the girls and began to scold them angrily.
Sirius sighed, and with a final wave to Martyn, who was getting a whole attack of kisses yet again, made his way up to the boy's dormitory.
He pushed open the door which had upon it written 'Sixth Years' and gasped at the sight that met him.
James was sobbing, with his back to the door; he was upon his bed and still in his Quidditch robes.
"Jay?" Sirius asked tentatively.
James spun round, and quickly wiped the tears away - his eyes were swollen red and his entire face glowed scarlet.
"How...COULD you?" he asked with suppressed anger.
Sirius walked closer to his friend, who had gotten up off the bed and was shaking with rage.
"Prongs, what?" Sirius asked, utterly bemused.
James snarled angrily, and pointed a shaking finger at Sirius, "How could you, eh? I thought you were my best friend?"
"Jay, if you tell me what I'm meant to have done, it would help a great deal," Sirius said in a calm voice.
James sat down on Sirius' bed with a thump.
"Wormtail told me, you know," he continued, "Told me all about it, he did."
Sirius made his way to where James sat and kneeled down before him.
"WHAT, did Wormtail tell you, Prongs?" he enquired.
James made peculiar noise that sounded a lot like a cross between a wheeze and a whimper.
"Wormtail," he went on, "Saw you...and Lily Evan kissing in the Library."
Sirius froze - his heart did the Tango beneath his ribs. He was sure this had never happened; of course he'd been hanging out with her a lot but he couldn't seriously remember KISSING her.
James looked down at Sirius with livid bloodshot eyes.
"I didn't kiss her, James," Sirius said without looking up at his friend, "I didn't."
James made that unusual sound again, that sounded clearly like a scoff now.
"Don't try and lie your way out of this one, Black!" he croaked, "You've been caught! And don't think I didn't see you two holding hands at the match earlier."
"Jay, I DID... NOT...kiss Lily Evans," Sirius repeated firmly.
"You know I wish you could face up to the truth once in a while, Sirius because you suck at lying."
Sirius had had enough; he stood up and shook James hard by the shoulders.
"If you're ready to believe the second hand misinterpretation of a part time RAT, rather than your best friend - then I'm telling you now, it's over between us."
James sat frozen - he wasn't expecting THIS.
"How long have you known me, Prongs, how long?"
"Years," he replied croakily.
"Yeah, you have," he continued, "And we've always told each other secrets right? And trusted each other, and gotten through years of school together - are you going to throw that all away because of something that Pete says he thinks he saw? I'm telling you I did NOT kiss Evans."
James choked on his own phlegm, and paused, looking up at his friend. Slowly, he got to his feet and stared straight into Sirius' eyes.
"Sorry, mate," he croaked, putting his arms around him and embracing him in a tight hug, "It's just I'm afraid I'll end up all alone an-and, I was so scared you'd stolen Lily off me. I'm so sorry for taking his word over yours Padfoot, but you know how I get."
"Yeah," Sirius laughed, putting his fingers through James' messy black hair.
James detached himself from Sirius' arms and stared back at his friend, he grinned fondly.
What was he doing accusing Sirius of stealing his crush, he thought.
The boys stood for a few seconds staring at each other, smiling at the absurdity of the whole situation, when James slipped his arms back round Sirius' waist and drew him closer.
Sirius leant in, wondering if this was yet another rare hug, but James just continued to stare at him with his hazel eyes, and before either of the boys knew what happened, their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues began snaking in and out of one another's mouth, and they both held one another closer.
James fell back onto Sirius' bed behind him, with his friend still kissing him from above.
The boys finally detached themselves from the other's lips, and stared at each other. James smiled, and put a hand to Sirius' cheek affectionately.
Sirius stared down at his best friend whom he was lying on top of, and like a hammer to his skull, the frightening truth hit him.
His blood turned to ice; his heart sank deeper than the Titanic and upon his hands cold sweat formed.
Sirius got up off James and began to back away slowly to the door - his eyes wide in horror. What the hell was going on? Did he just kiss his best friend on the lips?
He had seldom time to think, and ran out of the dormitory and into the Common Room.
"Hey Sirius, you back?" Lily asked, smiling at him.
Sirius just gave her an expressionless glance and ran out of the Portrait hole. He skulked around the school, careful not to run into Pringle, plus he was without any form of forewarning of the Marauder's Map or of any concealment of the Invisibility Cloak.
He pushed open the oaken front doors and ran outside, quickly changing into a dog.
Padfoot scampered into the woods, and ran deep inside. He wasn't sure where he was going, but it was a relief not to be thinking so many of Sirius' human thoughts.
When the night sky was barely visible overhead, and the undergrowth became thick, Padfoot stopped.
He sat down and panted. Although he could still remember what had just happened, it was more of a distant memory now that he was Padfoot.
Padfoot stayed in the Forest for a good few hours, and eventually fell asleep.
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Now, I want to make it clear that I AM NOT WRITING SLASH. This incident between James and Sirius was due to hormones, not homosexual urges. Okay?
If you have any suggestions or queries about this story, feel free to email me.
Alexei Noire xXx :D
Alexei Noire xXx :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Eight : James' Fear~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And it's ten-zero to Ravenclaw!" Lestrange cried.
It was the Quidditch Semi Finals between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor and twenty minutes in, Ravenclaw had already scored. Rodolphus Lestrange had been chosen to commentate and was relishing in Gryffindor's loss so early in the game.
"Now it's Gryffindor in possession, and OUCH!" a bludger had just pelted out of nowhere and knocked the Quaffle out of the Chaser's arm, all the while making a sickening crunch as it broke her bones.
"And she's being taken off to be replaced by a sub, and who do we have here?" Lestrange said with a hint of derision in his voice. People from the stands looked down and saw a minute figure in scarlet Quidditch robes mounting a broom and kicking off.
Lestrange laughed loudly, "It seems that we have a TINY change in the Gryffindor line up."
Some stood up to get a good look at what on earth Lestrange was going on about.
"Oh my God," Lily cried from beside Sirius, "It's that kid!"
Sirius grabbed her binoculars and saw that the replacement Chaser was none other than little Martyn Mitochondria. With his bright blonde hair, and small size it seemed he wouldn't last more than a few minutes in the game.
"We resume play," Lestrange boomed, "Ravenclaw in possession, the Chaser's gone past the hurl of Bludgers at him and... HE SCORES! TWENTY ZERO TO RAVENCLAW!"
There were enormous cheers coming from the Ravenclaw end, where a mass of blue rose high in the air.
"There's Jay," Sirius told Lily, pointing up at a scarlet figure high in the sky hovering above the Ravenclaw goals.
Lily grabbed her binoculars back and giggled.
"What is it?" Sirius asked.
"Oh nothing," she laughed, "It's just he looks pretty cute up there, with his hair windswept and his face all angry and determined."
Sirius gave a weak laugh, and sat back down next to her to watch the game.
"I wonder where Ray and Pete are," Sirius muttered, watching yet another goal by Ravenclaw.
"They won't have forgotten?" Lily asked, without taking her eyes off the game.
"I certainly hope not, we've been cheering Jay on since we were ickle nippers!"
Lily laughed, and staring through her binoculars said, "Well, looks like your mate is coming into good use after all."
Sirius grabbed her binoculars off her, dragging her into him.
Martyn had possession of the Quaffle, and his tiny size came in very handy, as he slipped through a scrum of attacking Chasers. He swerved with marvellous precision as a Bludger came pelting his way, he dove straight down and came back up to evade yet another Chaser. He was at the goal, he was almost there...
"SAVED!" Lestrange cried, "SAVED BY THE RAVENCLAW KEEPER! So the score remains -."
Lestrange froze, Martyn had caught the Quaffle as soon as the Keeper had thrown it off course, and was making his way back to the goals.
"And so, Mitochondria in possession of the Quaffle," Lestrange continued, "And he's almost there, and I don't believe it - HE SCORES!"
There was an eruption of cheers from the Gryffindor end, and Lily and Sirius could barely hear each other cheer as they hugged, jumping up and down all the while.
"Ravenclaw back in possession, and Chaser Horatio Murkus is nearing the goals... and it's SAVED!" Lestrange called through the loudspeaker.
"What's this?" Lestrange asked curiously, looking to the middle of the pitch, "It seems the Gryffindor Seeker has spotted the Snitch!"
People stood up again in the stands to get a better look at the streak of scarlet darting towards the Gryffindor goalposts. The Ravenclaw Seeker, Adrianna Bell, had also seen it and was making her way quickly towards where James was looking - but she could not see the Snitch herself.
"You don't think he's feinting do you?" Sirius asked Lily, who was gripping her face with white knuckles.
"Even if I knew what you were talking about, I wouldn't know," she replied, now taking hold of Sirius' hand and crunching the bones horribly in anxiety, "I'm Muggle Born, remember."
James was nearing the edge of the goalposts, and it seemed he was about to hit the posts if he didn't swerve away in time. He leant forward and closed his hand around the tiny snitch, crushing its silver wings inside his fist.
"And Gryffindor win one hundred and fifty points! Gryffindor win!" Lestrange boomed, even he seemed amazed at James' capture.
The Gryffindor stands emptied quickly and people began to rush madly over to the pitch to meet the players.
Sirius and Lily stayed behind - they decided they'd talk to James in the safety of the Gryffindor Common Room. Behind them, a sly voice came.
"Cosy little couple aren't you?"
Sirius and Lily spun round and saw Severus Snape sat with his hands in his lap, a wicked grin across his face.
"What d'you want, Snivellus?" Sirius growled, getting up off his seat and making his way towards Snape.
"I was just admiring the way you and Evans here look like Romeo and Juliet," he replied, unflinching.
"Why you little!" Sirius began to charge forwards but Lily caught him by his muscular shoulders and pulled him back.
"Leave it, Si," she muttered, "It's not worth it."
Sirius glared menacingly at Snape, who looked as if Christmas had come early.
On their way to the Common Room, Sirius continued to talk angrily about Snape.
"He's just SUCH a little squirt!" he cried, "The way he thinks he's so much better than everyone because he knows so many curses."
Lily was looking away, distraught and annoyed. Sirius noticed this, and abruptly stopped ranting.
"You QUITE finished?" she asked in an irked tone.
Sirius nodded gravely, "Sorry, Lil, but you know I can't control my temper sometimes."
"Well you'd better learn to in the future or I'll castrate you where you stand!" she said threateningly.
"I-I...wha.?" Sirius gagged.
"I'm only messing!" she laughed, a huge smile forming on her pretty face, "Come on!"
She grabbed hold on Sirius' hand and ran with him to the Portrait of the Fat Lady.
"Password?" she asked, looking as if she had nothing better to do than guard a secret entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"Cumulonimbus," Lily said, and the picture swung forward to admit them.
As soon as Lily and Sirius walked in, there was a rush of sound greeting them. Martyn was sat in a soft leather armchair by the fire, with whole host of new admirers, many female - he did look pretty sweet sat there in his Quidditch Robes and a huge grin on his face.
Sirius noticed he had a lot of lipstick marked kisses upon his cheeks, and even one on his lips. He also noticed that he was still holding Lily's hand, and abruptly let go, after giving her an embarrassed smile.
"Hey!" Sirius cried, walking over to Martyn, "Well done, kid!"
He bent down and shook little Martyn's hand.
"Thanks, Padfoot," he said in a small voice.
Sirius stared - how had he known he was called that? His other acquaintances apart from his Gryffindor lads never called him that. But then again, Lily HAD called him Padfoot last week on Valentine's Day.
Smiling, Sirius got back up and made his way over to Remus, who was yelling at a few Third Year girls for doing handstands on the chairs. Lily had sat down with her own group of girls and was looking at her nails, bored.
"Hey Moony," Sirius said, coming over to his friend, "You know where Prongs has got to?"
"TEN POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Remus roared, causing the entire Common Room to go deadly silent.
All eyes were on him, and not a person spoke.
"Th-That's what I'd be saying to you next time!" he yelled back at the girls who were doing handstands.
The chatter immediately picked up again, and a few people laughed.
"Damn girls," Remus muttered, "Padfoot! Umm, James went up early - he was knackered... I'm warning you!"
Remus walked back over to the girls and began to scold them angrily.
Sirius sighed, and with a final wave to Martyn, who was getting a whole attack of kisses yet again, made his way up to the boy's dormitory.
He pushed open the door which had upon it written 'Sixth Years' and gasped at the sight that met him.
James was sobbing, with his back to the door; he was upon his bed and still in his Quidditch robes.
"Jay?" Sirius asked tentatively.
James spun round, and quickly wiped the tears away - his eyes were swollen red and his entire face glowed scarlet.
"How...COULD you?" he asked with suppressed anger.
Sirius walked closer to his friend, who had gotten up off the bed and was shaking with rage.
"Prongs, what?" Sirius asked, utterly bemused.
James snarled angrily, and pointed a shaking finger at Sirius, "How could you, eh? I thought you were my best friend?"
"Jay, if you tell me what I'm meant to have done, it would help a great deal," Sirius said in a calm voice.
James sat down on Sirius' bed with a thump.
"Wormtail told me, you know," he continued, "Told me all about it, he did."
Sirius made his way to where James sat and kneeled down before him.
"WHAT, did Wormtail tell you, Prongs?" he enquired.
James made peculiar noise that sounded a lot like a cross between a wheeze and a whimper.
"Wormtail," he went on, "Saw you...and Lily Evan kissing in the Library."
Sirius froze - his heart did the Tango beneath his ribs. He was sure this had never happened; of course he'd been hanging out with her a lot but he couldn't seriously remember KISSING her.
James looked down at Sirius with livid bloodshot eyes.
"I didn't kiss her, James," Sirius said without looking up at his friend, "I didn't."
James made that unusual sound again, that sounded clearly like a scoff now.
"Don't try and lie your way out of this one, Black!" he croaked, "You've been caught! And don't think I didn't see you two holding hands at the match earlier."
"Jay, I DID... NOT...kiss Lily Evans," Sirius repeated firmly.
"You know I wish you could face up to the truth once in a while, Sirius because you suck at lying."
Sirius had had enough; he stood up and shook James hard by the shoulders.
"If you're ready to believe the second hand misinterpretation of a part time RAT, rather than your best friend - then I'm telling you now, it's over between us."
James sat frozen - he wasn't expecting THIS.
"How long have you known me, Prongs, how long?"
"Years," he replied croakily.
"Yeah, you have," he continued, "And we've always told each other secrets right? And trusted each other, and gotten through years of school together - are you going to throw that all away because of something that Pete says he thinks he saw? I'm telling you I did NOT kiss Evans."
James choked on his own phlegm, and paused, looking up at his friend. Slowly, he got to his feet and stared straight into Sirius' eyes.
"Sorry, mate," he croaked, putting his arms around him and embracing him in a tight hug, "It's just I'm afraid I'll end up all alone an-and, I was so scared you'd stolen Lily off me. I'm so sorry for taking his word over yours Padfoot, but you know how I get."
"Yeah," Sirius laughed, putting his fingers through James' messy black hair.
James detached himself from Sirius' arms and stared back at his friend, he grinned fondly.
What was he doing accusing Sirius of stealing his crush, he thought.
The boys stood for a few seconds staring at each other, smiling at the absurdity of the whole situation, when James slipped his arms back round Sirius' waist and drew him closer.
Sirius leant in, wondering if this was yet another rare hug, but James just continued to stare at him with his hazel eyes, and before either of the boys knew what happened, their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Their tongues began snaking in and out of one another's mouth, and they both held one another closer.
James fell back onto Sirius' bed behind him, with his friend still kissing him from above.
The boys finally detached themselves from the other's lips, and stared at each other. James smiled, and put a hand to Sirius' cheek affectionately.
Sirius stared down at his best friend whom he was lying on top of, and like a hammer to his skull, the frightening truth hit him.
His blood turned to ice; his heart sank deeper than the Titanic and upon his hands cold sweat formed.
Sirius got up off James and began to back away slowly to the door - his eyes wide in horror. What the hell was going on? Did he just kiss his best friend on the lips?
He had seldom time to think, and ran out of the dormitory and into the Common Room.
"Hey Sirius, you back?" Lily asked, smiling at him.
Sirius just gave her an expressionless glance and ran out of the Portrait hole. He skulked around the school, careful not to run into Pringle, plus he was without any form of forewarning of the Marauder's Map or of any concealment of the Invisibility Cloak.
He pushed open the oaken front doors and ran outside, quickly changing into a dog.
Padfoot scampered into the woods, and ran deep inside. He wasn't sure where he was going, but it was a relief not to be thinking so many of Sirius' human thoughts.
When the night sky was barely visible overhead, and the undergrowth became thick, Padfoot stopped.
He sat down and panted. Although he could still remember what had just happened, it was more of a distant memory now that he was Padfoot.
Padfoot stayed in the Forest for a good few hours, and eventually fell asleep.
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Now, I want to make it clear that I AM NOT WRITING SLASH. This incident between James and Sirius was due to hormones, not homosexual urges. Okay?
If you have any suggestions or queries about this story, feel free to email me.
Alexei Noire xXx :D