Chapter 9 - The Institute
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Yugi woke up with a start, he struggled to move around, but his hands and legs were tied up with painfully tight ropes. The terror and horror of it all came back to him, and he felt a single tear slide down his face. His throat hurt, and was very dry. He was sooo thirsty. He longed for something to drink. No, he longed for his Yami. At the thought of his Yami, he curled up into a ball on the hard cold concrete ground. Things around him became clearer, and he blinked a few times before he noticed where he really was. It was something like a basement or a cellar. The walls and floors were concrete, and the ceiling looked like it was a bunch of wood nailed up on top of each other like the person was pressed for time when they did it.
Yugi gasped and panicked when he noticed piles of human bones and skulls scattered all around him, rats encircling them, squeaking in a high pitched manner. Yugi shivered slightly as a cool wind passed by him. He could see small cracks in the concrete below and beside him, causing drafts from wherever to keep the basement/cellar cool. There was a single light hanging from the ceiling, and it was hardly bright at all.
"So the little runt's awake after all." A voice spoke harshly from the shadows, and Yugi tried to squirm away from the terrifyingly cold voice.
"Who - Who's there?" Yugi whispered, his voice hoarse from his screaming he had done all night for what had seemed like an eternity or two.
"Your worst nightmare?" The voice laughed for a few minutes, and finally the dark figure emerged from the shadows. When the dim light lit up it's body, Yugi gasped. The man had old dirty, ripped clothes, and scars all along his face, neck and hands, the only skin visible from where Yugi lay. He laughed, and kneeled down beside Yugi's small body, Yugi tried his best to move over, far from the man, but he didn't want to be too close to the bones and skulls. "Be afraid, be very afraid." The man smiled, and Yugi could see he had many teeth missing, and the rest of them were tinged with brown or black, Yugi shuddered. The man's eyes seemed to dance oddly in the dimly lit cellar.
"What d-do you want???" Yugi stuttered, and brought his knees up to his face, where he buried his face, so that he didn't have to see everything around him.
"Nothing." The man said simply, and crawled so close to the young boy that his mouth was beside his ear. "But death." He whispered slowly, and laughed like a maniac, and Yugi shivered, and felt his hands behind his back trembling. He propped himself up as best as he could, and decided to ignore the man.
"Why am I here?" He thought out loud.
"Because they have chosen you for unknown reasons, like the people before you. I'm dying, I can't wait for it to come and swallow me whole. It beats staying here and enduring a life of torture. You are their new guinea pig, as soon as I die. Kill yourself while you have the chance." He said in a tone full of determination. "I will die before they kill me. I MUST die before they get the chance!" The man got up, and spoke to himself quietly, while pacing back and forth. Yugi backed up against the wall.
"Why aren't you bound and tied up like me?" Yugi asked, trying to keep his mind off of the rats running around him, like small vultures without wings, waiting for the chance to pounce and get the prey.
"Because they know that I understand that escape is not an option, oh no, it sure isn't. They beat me and tortured me for days on end every time I tried. I think I've been their best test subject, they always tell me I've been the one to struggle the most. But you - " The man stopped, and stared down at Yugi. "You are much younger, you will probably struggle more than me at first. Please, please, stupid little kid, Kill me. Kill me now!" The man grabbed Yugi's shirt, and pulled him to his feet by holding his shirt. Yugi stared at him, his eyes wide with horror and shock.
"I could never do that." Yugi felt himself being dropped to the ground, and he moaned in pain as his head hit the ground.
"Fine, then I can tell you will endure the torture until they kill you. What a foolish decision." The man went back to his dark corner, and melted back into the shadows. Yugi could only listen to his own breathing for comfort, and finally he cried himself to sleep.
"Foolish child." The man whispered over and over, staring at the small boy, knowing that soon the end would come for them both. He would certainly not last another torturing session, and the child would never be able to endure what they used on himself.
"Maybe. Just maybe, if we tried. One of us could escape, my plan has always needed two. It should work, I've been working on it for twenty years." The man curled up into a small ball, and scratched his unshaven face, feeling where all of the dry blood was. He sighed, and looked down at the innocent boy, maybe fear would help the child through the tortures.
A creaking of a metal gate made him jump, and he started to shiver. "No, not again.. Please, no. Not now, please, Oh God, please. Not again." He felt hot tears splash down his face, and looked up as he saw a lantern carried by the guards finding its way down the flight of stairs, into the cellar.
"Not tonight, Old Man, it's the boy's turn to feel the pain." A soft voice full of amusement laughed as the man cried in the dark corner. Two guards went over to Yugi, and grabbed him by his shoulders, roughly shaking him awake. "It's time for your daily punishment." The voice spoke again, and laughed mockingly, as it made its way up the stairs, the two guards still dragging Yugi by his shirt, and shoulders. The old man sighed with relief, and lay down on the cold rock floor.
"Poor kid." He said slowly. "I hope they don't go too rough on him for his first time." The man shuddered as visions of all of his tortures and punishments replayed in his mind, over and over.
"Stupid kid!" The man clad all in odd blue garments shouted down to the small boy, who's name was Yugi Motou. "Get up!" He kicked Yugi hard in the stomach a few times, and Yugi finally understood that if he did what they wanted, they wouldn't hurt him. He stood up, and massaged his wrists where they had been tied together. "You will call em Master at all times, is that clear? And you will not speak unless I demand a question from you. All of your actions will be punished, and nothing will go unpunished. Is that clear as well?" Yugi nodded slowly. The man glared down at him. "You'd had better last longer than our last victim. Only twenty three years, how pathetic." He spat the words, and Yugi understood that he was talking about the man who had scared him half to death in the cellar.
"Yes, Master." Yugi tried out the words, but was immediately slapped, and punched in his stomach.
"You were not asked to speak. I thought we had it all cleared up. I guess not. Your actions will not go unpunished." The man repeated, and Yugi took a few steps back, what a big mistake. Two large men with huge muscles grabbed hold of him, and he was slapped and punched and kicked until he could no longer feel the pain, which was somewhat of a relief. But he didn't like that he couldn't feel certain areas of himself anymore, and he shivered. He was glad they didn't notice, or they might beat him again. They left him on the ground with a pool of blood streaming around him from his side. He didn't notice it, and lay there, the world spinning around him.
"Yami." Yugi whispered as softly as possible, and wished with all his heart that he would be reunited with his Yami. "Save me, Yami, please." Yugi whispered even softer through gasps of breath. "I - I love you." Yugi said with his last breath of air, and he passed out. His 'Master' kicked him a few times for falling unconscious, and then the two Guards returned, and literally threw him down into the cellar.
"If I had lasted for a few more years, you wouldn't be here." The 'Old Man' whispered from the shadows, completely understanding the pain the boy must be going through. He left him lying there, as he contemplated of how he would escape, and which plan was better. "I'm sorry." He said simply, and leaned against the wall, Yugi lying the middle of the Cellar.
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Yami ran through a dark forest, sensing something familiar the whole way. He could feel hot tears splashing down his face, and he ignored them. He ran with all of his might, he had been running for maybe minutes or hours, but he couldn't tell. His love for Yugi was overpowering, and that's what kept him going.
He stopped as he noticed something on a bush nearby. A piece of torn clothing was stuck to a bush, and he picked it up. He smelled it, and stared at it sadly. It had Yugi's sweet innocent smell in the material. He stared up at the sky, and noticed that the sky was turning a light orange and red colour, the sun was coming up, but very slowly. Yami kept going, until he found a funny looking path with dragging marks, someone had been dragged across that path. Yami followed it curiously. It led him all the way to a huge, huge building, hidden cleverly on the side of large mountain. There were a few ways in to the building, but there were no windows or anything. He could swear that every few seconds there were screams of pain. He shivered, and shrugged off the idea.
The air around the building was cool, and disturbing. Yami rubbed his arms in a way so that he would warm up faster. He tiptoed to one door, and pushed it open. Surprisingly, not alarms went off or anything, and the inside reminded him of a hospital, he hated hospitals. Shivering again, he walked inside, and closed the door as quietly as possible. He jumped at a clearly disturbing sound, cries of pain echoed throughout the hallway he was in, and then laughter followed close behind. He walked along the hallway, and found himself walking down a dimly lit hall, more like a caver, with rock walls. There were dozens of metal doors and gates on either side, and when he peered through the bars, the could he ragged breathing and people talking to themselves in an odd way.
He could hear another one with two voices, one old and one younger. But he could tell that it was not Yugi. Both voices were deep, and not innocent at all.
"Why me." A voice echoed throughout the hall, and he tried to find the door leading the voice. It wasn't familiar, but he could feel that there was someone familiar there, too. Maybe Yugi, maybe not.
"You've been chosen. Because I can not last any longer." Another voice whispered, and Yami found the door.
"But my parents were right there when they took me! And they didn't stop them! I hate my parents." Yami heard the younger voice shout, and he knew at once it wasn't Yugi, for sure.
"Are there others? Like us?" Another voice came from the end of the hall, and Yami was drawn to it.
"Of course. All in cells like this one. Look. I have a plan, but it's not going to be easy. I'm willing to let you escape so you can live, like you want. But only if you'll let me die. It's what I want, child." Yami peeked through the bars of the cell, and squinted to see two people sitting on the ground.
"A - a plan? Like to escape?" The voice whispered, obviously shocked. Yami needed to understand what went on here, why people were kept here against their will. The voice gasped.
"What is it?" The first, gruff voice spoke again, demanding an answer.
"I - I don't know.. It's something. Something Familiar to me." The younger voice said in hardly more than a whisper. "It r-reminds me of him."
"Who?"
"My - My friend." The voice said, and Yami could tell that they were blushing.
"Well, child, people here go insane, maybe you're starting now." The man said with amusement in his voice.
"I'm not going insane. And I have a name, you know. It's not 'child'!" He half shouted half whispered.
"I do, too. My name is not sir. My name is not Old Man. My name is Ohjirou." He said quietly. "What's yours, small one."
"Yugi. My name's Yugi Motou." Yami gasped, and opened the gate as quietly as he could. He needed to get to his Hikari. "Do they beatings get any worse?"
"Of course, why would they get any better?" The man laughed at the silly question. "For my plan to work, we need to get out of here first. The doors can only be opened from the outside or with a key from the inside. What do you say we give it a try."
"I'll help." A mysterious, deep voice made Yugi jump, and then he remembered the pain, that came back full blast at that moment.
"Who's there?" The old man cried out into the darkness.
"A friend. I'll help you." He said again, whispering so that no one else would hear. Yugi frowned. It was so familiar to him, he knew the voice, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"This isn't a trick? To see if we'll try and escape so that you can beat and torture us both?" Ohjirou spoke in a suspicious voice.
"Not a trick. Yugi knows it isn't. I'd never hurt you, Aibou, you know that."
"Yami!" Yugi gasped, and jumped up, and limped over to his Yami, and threw his arms around his waist. "Yami."
"Alright then. Let's get going." Ohjirou said simply, and they all went up to the hall. They were all shocked to see how many other cells there were. "There must he thousands all over this place." He whispered slowly.
"What is this place?" Yami asked uncertainly.
"An institute of some kind of research. And who knows where it is." Ohjirou whispered, and limped along side Yami and Yugi. Yugi was holding Yami's arm for both support and comfort.
"Well now I do." Yami growled. "I know the way out. It's not too, too far from here, but there certainly are a lot of workers here." He growled again, he was really angry. Yami remembered something, and pulled the Millennium Puzzle out of his jacket pocket, and slipped it around Yugi's neck. Yugi felt comfort wash over him, and held one hand over the puzzle.
"Now to actually escape. The hard part." The old man whispered as they hid behind a plant, and watched a few people wearing masks walk by. Yugi frowned sadly, and clutched his side, it was still bleeding. Yami held him closer, and they both shivered.
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Man, I'm so mean to Yugi. -_-' Sorry! This chapter wasn't so long because it's already past midnight! I feel sorta sick now, and I'm too tired, so I can't concentrate on writing right now. Sorry! Hope you liked this chapter, and YAY the weekend starts now, so except more and more and more chapters for this story! ^-^ Thanks again to all the reviewers, I absolutely LOVE the reviews! And if you post a review, I sometimes go and visit your stories if you have them posted! ^-^ I love your stories! Thanks again, and thanks for reading this fanfic! Sorry for the short chapter, and sorry that nothing much happened, more will happen soon! I love weekends! No school! ^- ^
*Hugs Everyone* Love you all! Good Night. or Good morning! ^-^
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Yugi woke up with a start, he struggled to move around, but his hands and legs were tied up with painfully tight ropes. The terror and horror of it all came back to him, and he felt a single tear slide down his face. His throat hurt, and was very dry. He was sooo thirsty. He longed for something to drink. No, he longed for his Yami. At the thought of his Yami, he curled up into a ball on the hard cold concrete ground. Things around him became clearer, and he blinked a few times before he noticed where he really was. It was something like a basement or a cellar. The walls and floors were concrete, and the ceiling looked like it was a bunch of wood nailed up on top of each other like the person was pressed for time when they did it.
Yugi gasped and panicked when he noticed piles of human bones and skulls scattered all around him, rats encircling them, squeaking in a high pitched manner. Yugi shivered slightly as a cool wind passed by him. He could see small cracks in the concrete below and beside him, causing drafts from wherever to keep the basement/cellar cool. There was a single light hanging from the ceiling, and it was hardly bright at all.
"So the little runt's awake after all." A voice spoke harshly from the shadows, and Yugi tried to squirm away from the terrifyingly cold voice.
"Who - Who's there?" Yugi whispered, his voice hoarse from his screaming he had done all night for what had seemed like an eternity or two.
"Your worst nightmare?" The voice laughed for a few minutes, and finally the dark figure emerged from the shadows. When the dim light lit up it's body, Yugi gasped. The man had old dirty, ripped clothes, and scars all along his face, neck and hands, the only skin visible from where Yugi lay. He laughed, and kneeled down beside Yugi's small body, Yugi tried his best to move over, far from the man, but he didn't want to be too close to the bones and skulls. "Be afraid, be very afraid." The man smiled, and Yugi could see he had many teeth missing, and the rest of them were tinged with brown or black, Yugi shuddered. The man's eyes seemed to dance oddly in the dimly lit cellar.
"What d-do you want???" Yugi stuttered, and brought his knees up to his face, where he buried his face, so that he didn't have to see everything around him.
"Nothing." The man said simply, and crawled so close to the young boy that his mouth was beside his ear. "But death." He whispered slowly, and laughed like a maniac, and Yugi shivered, and felt his hands behind his back trembling. He propped himself up as best as he could, and decided to ignore the man.
"Why am I here?" He thought out loud.
"Because they have chosen you for unknown reasons, like the people before you. I'm dying, I can't wait for it to come and swallow me whole. It beats staying here and enduring a life of torture. You are their new guinea pig, as soon as I die. Kill yourself while you have the chance." He said in a tone full of determination. "I will die before they kill me. I MUST die before they get the chance!" The man got up, and spoke to himself quietly, while pacing back and forth. Yugi backed up against the wall.
"Why aren't you bound and tied up like me?" Yugi asked, trying to keep his mind off of the rats running around him, like small vultures without wings, waiting for the chance to pounce and get the prey.
"Because they know that I understand that escape is not an option, oh no, it sure isn't. They beat me and tortured me for days on end every time I tried. I think I've been their best test subject, they always tell me I've been the one to struggle the most. But you - " The man stopped, and stared down at Yugi. "You are much younger, you will probably struggle more than me at first. Please, please, stupid little kid, Kill me. Kill me now!" The man grabbed Yugi's shirt, and pulled him to his feet by holding his shirt. Yugi stared at him, his eyes wide with horror and shock.
"I could never do that." Yugi felt himself being dropped to the ground, and he moaned in pain as his head hit the ground.
"Fine, then I can tell you will endure the torture until they kill you. What a foolish decision." The man went back to his dark corner, and melted back into the shadows. Yugi could only listen to his own breathing for comfort, and finally he cried himself to sleep.
"Foolish child." The man whispered over and over, staring at the small boy, knowing that soon the end would come for them both. He would certainly not last another torturing session, and the child would never be able to endure what they used on himself.
"Maybe. Just maybe, if we tried. One of us could escape, my plan has always needed two. It should work, I've been working on it for twenty years." The man curled up into a small ball, and scratched his unshaven face, feeling where all of the dry blood was. He sighed, and looked down at the innocent boy, maybe fear would help the child through the tortures.
A creaking of a metal gate made him jump, and he started to shiver. "No, not again.. Please, no. Not now, please, Oh God, please. Not again." He felt hot tears splash down his face, and looked up as he saw a lantern carried by the guards finding its way down the flight of stairs, into the cellar.
"Not tonight, Old Man, it's the boy's turn to feel the pain." A soft voice full of amusement laughed as the man cried in the dark corner. Two guards went over to Yugi, and grabbed him by his shoulders, roughly shaking him awake. "It's time for your daily punishment." The voice spoke again, and laughed mockingly, as it made its way up the stairs, the two guards still dragging Yugi by his shirt, and shoulders. The old man sighed with relief, and lay down on the cold rock floor.
"Poor kid." He said slowly. "I hope they don't go too rough on him for his first time." The man shuddered as visions of all of his tortures and punishments replayed in his mind, over and over.
"Stupid kid!" The man clad all in odd blue garments shouted down to the small boy, who's name was Yugi Motou. "Get up!" He kicked Yugi hard in the stomach a few times, and Yugi finally understood that if he did what they wanted, they wouldn't hurt him. He stood up, and massaged his wrists where they had been tied together. "You will call em Master at all times, is that clear? And you will not speak unless I demand a question from you. All of your actions will be punished, and nothing will go unpunished. Is that clear as well?" Yugi nodded slowly. The man glared down at him. "You'd had better last longer than our last victim. Only twenty three years, how pathetic." He spat the words, and Yugi understood that he was talking about the man who had scared him half to death in the cellar.
"Yes, Master." Yugi tried out the words, but was immediately slapped, and punched in his stomach.
"You were not asked to speak. I thought we had it all cleared up. I guess not. Your actions will not go unpunished." The man repeated, and Yugi took a few steps back, what a big mistake. Two large men with huge muscles grabbed hold of him, and he was slapped and punched and kicked until he could no longer feel the pain, which was somewhat of a relief. But he didn't like that he couldn't feel certain areas of himself anymore, and he shivered. He was glad they didn't notice, or they might beat him again. They left him on the ground with a pool of blood streaming around him from his side. He didn't notice it, and lay there, the world spinning around him.
"Yami." Yugi whispered as softly as possible, and wished with all his heart that he would be reunited with his Yami. "Save me, Yami, please." Yugi whispered even softer through gasps of breath. "I - I love you." Yugi said with his last breath of air, and he passed out. His 'Master' kicked him a few times for falling unconscious, and then the two Guards returned, and literally threw him down into the cellar.
"If I had lasted for a few more years, you wouldn't be here." The 'Old Man' whispered from the shadows, completely understanding the pain the boy must be going through. He left him lying there, as he contemplated of how he would escape, and which plan was better. "I'm sorry." He said simply, and leaned against the wall, Yugi lying the middle of the Cellar.
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Yami ran through a dark forest, sensing something familiar the whole way. He could feel hot tears splashing down his face, and he ignored them. He ran with all of his might, he had been running for maybe minutes or hours, but he couldn't tell. His love for Yugi was overpowering, and that's what kept him going.
He stopped as he noticed something on a bush nearby. A piece of torn clothing was stuck to a bush, and he picked it up. He smelled it, and stared at it sadly. It had Yugi's sweet innocent smell in the material. He stared up at the sky, and noticed that the sky was turning a light orange and red colour, the sun was coming up, but very slowly. Yami kept going, until he found a funny looking path with dragging marks, someone had been dragged across that path. Yami followed it curiously. It led him all the way to a huge, huge building, hidden cleverly on the side of large mountain. There were a few ways in to the building, but there were no windows or anything. He could swear that every few seconds there were screams of pain. He shivered, and shrugged off the idea.
The air around the building was cool, and disturbing. Yami rubbed his arms in a way so that he would warm up faster. He tiptoed to one door, and pushed it open. Surprisingly, not alarms went off or anything, and the inside reminded him of a hospital, he hated hospitals. Shivering again, he walked inside, and closed the door as quietly as possible. He jumped at a clearly disturbing sound, cries of pain echoed throughout the hallway he was in, and then laughter followed close behind. He walked along the hallway, and found himself walking down a dimly lit hall, more like a caver, with rock walls. There were dozens of metal doors and gates on either side, and when he peered through the bars, the could he ragged breathing and people talking to themselves in an odd way.
He could hear another one with two voices, one old and one younger. But he could tell that it was not Yugi. Both voices were deep, and not innocent at all.
"Why me." A voice echoed throughout the hall, and he tried to find the door leading the voice. It wasn't familiar, but he could feel that there was someone familiar there, too. Maybe Yugi, maybe not.
"You've been chosen. Because I can not last any longer." Another voice whispered, and Yami found the door.
"But my parents were right there when they took me! And they didn't stop them! I hate my parents." Yami heard the younger voice shout, and he knew at once it wasn't Yugi, for sure.
"Are there others? Like us?" Another voice came from the end of the hall, and Yami was drawn to it.
"Of course. All in cells like this one. Look. I have a plan, but it's not going to be easy. I'm willing to let you escape so you can live, like you want. But only if you'll let me die. It's what I want, child." Yami peeked through the bars of the cell, and squinted to see two people sitting on the ground.
"A - a plan? Like to escape?" The voice whispered, obviously shocked. Yami needed to understand what went on here, why people were kept here against their will. The voice gasped.
"What is it?" The first, gruff voice spoke again, demanding an answer.
"I - I don't know.. It's something. Something Familiar to me." The younger voice said in hardly more than a whisper. "It r-reminds me of him."
"Who?"
"My - My friend." The voice said, and Yami could tell that they were blushing.
"Well, child, people here go insane, maybe you're starting now." The man said with amusement in his voice.
"I'm not going insane. And I have a name, you know. It's not 'child'!" He half shouted half whispered.
"I do, too. My name is not sir. My name is not Old Man. My name is Ohjirou." He said quietly. "What's yours, small one."
"Yugi. My name's Yugi Motou." Yami gasped, and opened the gate as quietly as he could. He needed to get to his Hikari. "Do they beatings get any worse?"
"Of course, why would they get any better?" The man laughed at the silly question. "For my plan to work, we need to get out of here first. The doors can only be opened from the outside or with a key from the inside. What do you say we give it a try."
"I'll help." A mysterious, deep voice made Yugi jump, and then he remembered the pain, that came back full blast at that moment.
"Who's there?" The old man cried out into the darkness.
"A friend. I'll help you." He said again, whispering so that no one else would hear. Yugi frowned. It was so familiar to him, he knew the voice, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"This isn't a trick? To see if we'll try and escape so that you can beat and torture us both?" Ohjirou spoke in a suspicious voice.
"Not a trick. Yugi knows it isn't. I'd never hurt you, Aibou, you know that."
"Yami!" Yugi gasped, and jumped up, and limped over to his Yami, and threw his arms around his waist. "Yami."
"Alright then. Let's get going." Ohjirou said simply, and they all went up to the hall. They were all shocked to see how many other cells there were. "There must he thousands all over this place." He whispered slowly.
"What is this place?" Yami asked uncertainly.
"An institute of some kind of research. And who knows where it is." Ohjirou whispered, and limped along side Yami and Yugi. Yugi was holding Yami's arm for both support and comfort.
"Well now I do." Yami growled. "I know the way out. It's not too, too far from here, but there certainly are a lot of workers here." He growled again, he was really angry. Yami remembered something, and pulled the Millennium Puzzle out of his jacket pocket, and slipped it around Yugi's neck. Yugi felt comfort wash over him, and held one hand over the puzzle.
"Now to actually escape. The hard part." The old man whispered as they hid behind a plant, and watched a few people wearing masks walk by. Yugi frowned sadly, and clutched his side, it was still bleeding. Yami held him closer, and they both shivered.
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Man, I'm so mean to Yugi. -_-' Sorry! This chapter wasn't so long because it's already past midnight! I feel sorta sick now, and I'm too tired, so I can't concentrate on writing right now. Sorry! Hope you liked this chapter, and YAY the weekend starts now, so except more and more and more chapters for this story! ^-^ Thanks again to all the reviewers, I absolutely LOVE the reviews! And if you post a review, I sometimes go and visit your stories if you have them posted! ^-^ I love your stories! Thanks again, and thanks for reading this fanfic! Sorry for the short chapter, and sorry that nothing much happened, more will happen soon! I love weekends! No school! ^- ^
*Hugs Everyone* Love you all! Good Night. or Good morning! ^-^