Author Notes: First of all, I'd like to express my biggest apologies to all the readers of this fic. I know I haven't updated in 10 months – or at least that's what I've been told. But here's the fifth installment to Dulce, so please put your pitchforks down. ^^;; I tried to make this a lot longer than the previous four chapters on account that I feel really guilty for not updating this in a while. Hopefully, this will satiate you all enough. ^^;;

Oh, by the way, the last four chapters have had very minor revisions. I scratched out all of the Japanese in it including titles such as –chan and -kun. I understand that there are people that aren't familiar with the few Japanese phrases I used so I decided that it'd be better to just stick with constant English. Just pretend they're speaking Japanese. ^^;; Besides, I'm too lazy to translate the phrases. *sweatdrop* Plus, I'd have to keep translating for the upcoming chapters, and I don't feel like it. Admittedly, your author is a lazy shit. :P Nothing to be proud of there.

Anyhoo, this rant is getting long. Phew! Well, enjoy! Comments, reviews, random criticisms, and flames are welcome.

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"Mm… lemme… more sleep… kept me… too late… night…please…"

Botan waved her hand in the direction of the distant resonance of a pup barking excitedly, clutching her blanket tighter and digging her face deeper into her comforters. Strangely, her blanket seemed quite thin and restricted and her comforters sure felt about as hard as a rock, not to mention that it had a certain type of masculine scent to it.

Lilac eyes shot open when the notion hit her.

Since when did my comforters get sprayed with men's cologne? … And when did I get a dog?

Her eyes having adjusted to the morning light and her vision now clear, her dreaded questions were answered and she suddenly felt her cheeks growing warmer at the awkward position that she found herself in.

There she was, one petite hand clutching onto Shuuichi's shirt and her face buried in his chest, while he had one firm but gentle arm held her protectively by the waist, his other hand entangled in her baby-blue tresses and her delicate fingers.

Botan could feel her heartbeat suddenly pounding madly and her body temperature rising rapidly. Shingo's excited barking continued and the noise only caused the boy to tighten his hold on her waist, bringing her even closer towards his body. This small action immediately resulted in the girl fidgeting and trying desperately to wriggle free from the boy's hold. Then, as if it were a chain reaction, Shuuichi began to stir before emerald eyes groggily opened.

Botan froze as Shuuichi took a moment to take in a deep breath of fresh air before looking down at the girl who had suddenly decided to play the statue dance. His lips instantly curled into a fond smile.

"Mornin' sweet-stuff."

Botan didn't answer and, without thinking, buried her head deeper into his chest from embarrassment. She immediately regretted that move, and it came in the form of her conscience verbally beating the sense out of her.

"Oh," he began teasingly. "So you wanna be like that, huh?" He sniggered. "I always knew you had your kinky sides."

Botan groaned and quickly pulled away. "Oh, don't even start. It's too early in the morning, Shuuichi."

"You're right." He looked at her for a while before resuming speech. "So…sleep well?"

Before she was given any real time to delve through that question, Shuuichi's eyes had already flickered with delight and a grin tugged at his morning cherry lips. Licking them, he cried out like a child.

"I know I did! Last night was great, B. The earth moved."

For a brief moment, the girl's expression was sheer befuddlement, but after realizing the hidden meaning behind his statement, her face contorted into disgust and she wasted no time in grabbing a pillow and using it to suffocate the poor singer.

"What are you trying to do? Kill me?" Shuuichi's voice came out muffled as it mixed with his jovial laughter and the pillow on his face.

"No one would miss you, Shuuichi!!"

Picking up the pillow, she proceeded to smack him with it before dropping it and turning her head the other way ending it with an indignant hmph.

"Aww," Shuuichi started guiltily, though the mile-wide smile was still visible on his features, "Botan, babe, don't be like that. It's well, how you say," he paused and looked as if he were thinking and started again, "too early in the morning."

Botan's head whipped towards him and her usual wide eyes were thin slits.

"Are you mocking me?"

Shuuichi merely batted his eyes and tried to look as innocent as possible and shook his head. He immediately found himself flying off the bed. And Shingo, upon seeing the spectacle, ran to the edge of the bed and jumped onto the boy's chest eliciting a grunt.

Botan peeked at him from the top of the bed, one side of the shirt falling off of one shoulder.

"I feel sorry for your future boyfriend already, Botan." He gazed at her from his lying position on the floor. "You won't be a very pleasant partner in bed."

"I can hardly believe that. In fact, I think you're lying," she cried rather confidently.

"What makes you think so?"

"You just said that the earth moved," she replied absently.

He was speechless for a moment as he blinked up at the girl who was on her stomach on the bed looking into his eyes, smiling.

Shuuichi grinned.

**

Upon entrance, the once dark room was illuminated with light on its own accord. The large room was rich in decoration; hundreds of exotic plants strewn about and framed pictures embellished the plain, white walls.  There were a couple of crème-colored sofas with a matching loveseat and small table. There was even a day bed by the large window that served as one whole wall overlooking the vast green beyond the cliff that the house stood.

Against various walls, many different electronic apparatuses stood of which Botan knew nothing about, and wires lay on the ground, neatly shoved against the wall so as not to cause accidents.

"Shuuichi…"

"We're in my private studio," he replied, already knowing what she was going to ask. "I thought it was sensible to have this place built so that I wouldn't have to go home when I ended up, uhh, shall we say working overtime. Too lazy to drive home sometimes."

After breakfast, Shuuichi immediately got straight to the point and asked Botan where she was going to take him for their date. It had caught her completely off guard, and she could not think of a decent answer. Shuuichi only smiled reassuringly at her and offered to take her somewhere first, and then maybe that would help her sort things out, but he still wanted to be taken on a date, a place of her choice.

"Why didn't you just have a studio built at your house then?"

"And have my managers come harass me at the one place where I believe I have some sort of privacy?" He made a face.

"Oh…" An understanding expression crossed Botan's features as she looked over her shoulder at Shuuichi. "So why are we here?"

Shuuichi shrugged. "No special reason really. I didn't know exactly where to go. I guess habit brought me here."

"I guess." She grinned. "You sure you don't have any tricks up your sleeve? Not planning to serenade me to death?"

"Why?" Shuuichi equally matched her grin, maybe even surpassed the impish side of it. "Do you want me to?"

Botan flushed. "N…no."

"You sure? You sounded kind of nervous there." He purposely leaned in close to her so that the tips of their noses brushed against each other, and this intimacy between them was beginning to make Botan feel uncomfortable.

"I'm sure!" Botan shrieked trying to push him away.

Shuuichi tried to suppress his laughter, failing when a small chuckle escaped his throat. "I don't about that, B. You sounded kind of excited to me."

"Jerk," Botan reached over to pinch him.

"Now you can't keep your hands off of me," Shuuichi burst out laughing. "Am I really that irresistible to you, babe?"

"You are absolutely difficult, Shuuichi," came her exasperated sigh. "I feel like I'm having a conversation with a child."

"Mm, is that so? Then would you be willing to baby-sit me?"

But his words fell on deaf ears as his companion walked to the giant glass window and took in the scenery.

"You know, for all of the fame that you have, you sure do like seclusion. It surprises me that you don't like the suburbs and the city much." Her hand brushed lightly against the windowpane before her gaze found his eyes.

"Huh?" He raised a hand to cradle his neck and rubbed it gingerly.

He was at a loss for words.

She didn't answer.

Has it really been that long since I've had a real relationship with anyone?

Yeah…

I completely forgot what it felt like to have someone read into me like that.

Yeah…

I couldn't even tell.

Yeah…

I really need to take a break from this…

Yeah…

Stop agreeing with me.

I'm your conscience. What the hell do you expect from me?

Tell me to shut up, and then give me your input.

I would, but you already know them.

Mm… it must be because you're me.

Scary, isn't it?

"It's funny. You've only known me for about a day, and you already know more about me than what you see on commercials and ads and other propaganda that the markets use to try and…sell me."

"Uhh…" Now it was Botan's turn to look deadpanned.

Saving her from doing any reflecting, he grabbed her cuffed wrist with his and dragged her to the other side of the room where there was a wide glass partition that overlooked another room. It was slightly smaller and dimmer in lighting compared to the one that they were presently occupying, and it contained a single stool, a few booths, more wires, a microphone, and a headset.

"Can you sing?"

Botan looked up at him. The question posed was serious. She fidgeted and then nodded.

"Mm-hm…well, a little. I'm not great though." Her brows creased. "Why?"

"Not great, huh?" He wasn't paying attention to her question. "But good enough, right?"

What was this sneaky fox up to? Botan scrunched up her face.

"You wanna try?"

Botan blinked. It was innocent enough, she decided.

**

"You lied to me," Shuuichi said absently as they walked into the mall.

"Excuse me?"

"You said you weren't that great. I would have begged to differ had I known you had a voice."

Finding herself in an awkward situation, Botan immediately diverted the direction of the conversation, asking Shuuichi if he were afraid that someone would recognize and mob him. It was the mall after all.

"Worried?" Shuuichi asked, his mind elsewhere.

"It's not polite to answer a question with a question you know."

He stopped in mid-stride and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Don't worry so much, Botan. What's the worst that could happen?"

The look on her face suggested that she was not entertained. "Oh, I don't know, Shuuichi. Maybe the paparazzi'll mob us and I'll find myself looking like a deer caught in headlights on the front of Japan Entertainment and Arena 37c with Japan's biggest teen heart-throb and, undeniably, also Japan's biggest idiot."

Botan pursed her lips and pressed on. "You know, I don't really wanna end up on the wrong end of your fans' pitchforks once they see me like this with you." She took her cuffed wrist and jangled it in front of his face.

He opened his mouth to speak, but she invited herself to interrupt him.

"And I was making a generalization about the whole heart-throb thing. So don't even comment on it."

He nodded goofily.

"Well, I don't know about the biggest idiot thing, but overall, that doesn't sound too bad. If I were in your shoes, I'd love the attention." He paused to think. "Mm, maybe with the exception of the most recent part of your statement, but you leave those fan-girls to me, babe. I'll make sure…"

"Shuuichi!" she screeched. "Be realistic."

He chortled at her defensiveness. Tapping her nose playfully and raising his head in an angle so that she was able to see his eyes sparkle under the visor of his cap, he ventured to argue, "I think you're underestimating the genius of Shuuichi Minamino, Botan." He winked at her and continued walking. "No one's gonna recognize me."

The expression that the girl conveyed a few minutes later told him that she was not impressed.

They had passed by a small independent booth, and the two young females buying from it whispered between themselves how much the young man looked so much like Kurama. Then they began giggling madly, trying to catch glimpses of him, and then turning away shyly after he had caught their gazes.

Shuuichi laughed nervously.

"Okay, so maybe my plan isn't completely fool-proof, but they only thought I looked like Kurama." He shrugged. "We're still playing on safe grounds, B-chan."

She was about to give him another disapproving glance and retaliate with Murphy's Law stating that if the possibility that everything can go wrong, it will, but a different booth in the middle of the mall suddenly caught her interest.

"Hey, look!" Her free arm stretched out and her index finger extended, she pointed to a booth in the middle of the mall.

Shuuichi followed her hand and looked at the girl oddly. "So?"

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I'm supposed to take you to any place of my choice, right?"

"You cannot be serious."

She continued to smile.

"But Botan," he whined, "they're not even real. What's the use of getting one?"

"Well, we're getting one anyway. Besides, it stays on for a few weeks. You can give your mom a good scare."

"We? I thought you were just talking about yourself."

She giggled and grabbed onto his wrist dragging him to the booth.

"Excuse me." Botan smiled and greeted the middle-aged woman hosting the temporary shop, "We'd like to get one please."

"Of course, dear. Please wait a moment." Turning her head over her shoulder, she called to her husband who was busy taking care of a payment. "Honey, when you're done, could you please bring the album with the samples over here for this couple?"

"C…couple?" Botan croaked, trying to hide her surprise with laughter. "I'm sorry, miss, but we're not…"

"Oh, don't be embarrassed dear. When you work in a place that most teenagers call their haven, you get used to these things." She winked.

"No, but you don't…" the words died when she felt Shuuichi's hand clasp hers. Her head flipped towards him, her eyes narrow, and her lips full as she pouted. He didn't look at her. Instead, he had his gaze on the woman with a silly expression playing on his features.

"My girlfriend's very shy around people that she just meets, ma'am. She's rarely like this though."

The woman laughed as her husband came around to the front of the booth. "That must explain the cuffs. Supervision, I presume?" She laughed even more.

Botan was red to the core, and if plotting murder really were a sin, she'd surely be a candidate for Hell.

The woman looked at the tense girl, her eyes glued to her shoes as if they were the most fascinating things in the whole world. "Oh, come off it, young one. My husband and I were once young too." She pushed the album towards them. "Here you are, dears. Just pick out a design, and tell us where you want them."

Botan shook her hand free from Shuuichi's grip and opened the album. Not finding anything particularly interesting in the first few pages, she flipped to the back where something finally appealed to her eye.

"This one," she tapped at the picture and looked expectantly at the woman.

"Nice choice. That one's usually overlooked by the other kids, but I think it's very pretty." She looked at Shuuichi, who was staring at a completely unaware Botan with a fond smile. The woman was touched but kept her comment to herself and lightly touched his shoulder. "How about you, young man? Find anything particularly interesting?"

"Uhh…" Shuuichi shook his head and flipped the album back to the front and indicated at a large dragon with his index finger. "That."

The woman's husband nodded and motioned with his head to come around to the other side of the booth.

"Okay, who wants to go first?"

"Me!" Botan cried and hopped into the chair. "I want it right here." She pulled her shirt up a little and pointed to the lower corner of her back.

"Do you want this in color, miss?"

Botan nodded and the man immediately set to work with the stencil and the Henna paint.

"I can't believe you were actually serious," Shuuichi commented, looking around the mall.

Botan didn't answer, and he noticed right away.

"Don't tell me that you're irritated at me again."

She still didn't answer.

"Okay, all finished," said the man. "You make sure to let that dry so you might wanna tie your shirt in a knot just above that design."

Botan hopped off and tied her shirt into a knot as she was suggested to do exposing a bit of her stomach and waist. Shuuichi involuntarily frowned as he slid his jacket off and sat on the seat, but was halted from making any remarks when the man suddenly spoke.

"Any preferences, young man?"

"Uhh…" he tore his eyes away from Botan to show him where he wanted his tattoo. "I want it on my right arm, and do you think you can make it a dark red tint instead of the traditional black?"

"Will do."

**

"You didn't have to pay for me, you know."

"Yeah, well." He walked a few steps quicker so that he would be walking beside her. "I felt guilty for what I did earlier."

"I'm the one taking you out on the date, Shuuichi. Not the other way around." She blatantly ignored the last part of his comment.

"So does this mean that you're not mad at me anymore?" he asked hopefully.

"Nope." She stopped long enough to look him in the eye. "I'm still quite irritated."

Shuuichi pouted and decided to switch tactics. "But you're my girlfriend."

Botan was more than prepared for a statement like that. "If that's so, then we're having one of our moments."

"Moments?"

"Yes. Moments. Y'know, those rare but significant times in a relationship when a couple completely and utterly misunderstand each other and therefore can't stand to be within a 1 inch radius."

Shuuichi gaped. Either she had played him for a fool from the moment they first met, or he really did rub off on her. She was getting mighty sharp; he beamed at the thought.

"Aww, babe. I know you wanted me to get a tattoo that said I love Botan, but the dragon was cooler. Besides, I already love you."

The other teenager couldn't believe her ears. It was now her turn to do the gaping at her companion, who was wearing an impish grin and acting as if what he said had no impact on her whatsoever.

She wanted to strangle him so bad, but another part of her, try as she might to deny it, became too fond of him during the short course of their escapade to do such a thing, and as it turned out, the latter part of her was dominant over the other.

"You are unbelievable, Shuuichi."

"Does that mean you forgive me?"

"No. The fact that you chose a dragon over your girlfriend still stands," she reiterated for him and began walking again, completely aware of the girls looking in their direction, and more specifically, at Shuuichi who was only sporting his sleeveless white undershirt. She immediately chastised herself after discovering that she, herself, was irritated that the girls were casting such glances.

Admit it

Admit what?

You're jealous.

Jealous? They can devour him for lunch for all I care.

Liar…

…

I'm right.

Shut up.

"Well, tell me then, just how do I get my girlfriend to like me again?"

"Huh?" Botan's thoughts were cut short, much to her relief.

"What should I do to get my girlfriend back?"

"Mm, you could definitely start by…"  once again, she was cut short by her own thoughts when at that moment, something, or rather someone, caught her attention.

Choppy, chestnut-colored tresses and hazel eyes tinted with specs of gold – they belonged to only one person.

He laughed.

Her heart skipped a beat and she could feel her lips mouthing his name; breathing it…

"Koenma…"

His head suddenly whipped in her direction.

To say that Shuuichi was surprised to have Botan push him roughly into a photo booth would have been quite the understatement.

In her rush, she clumsily tripped over the single platform that led into the booth. And with the grace that only Botan could possibly pull off, she managed to topple over him.

"Gee, Botan. If you wanted to make out that bad, you could have just told me. I would have said yes." He rubbed the back of his slightly throbbing head and chuckled, but when he saw that by this time, he was only talking to Botan's rear end, he became curious and poked his head out of the curtain as well.

"So, tell me, what creature is so much more interesting than me to have sidetracked your attention?"

Caught off guard, Botan nearly fell out. Catching herself, she let her eyes roam towards the spot where Koenma had stood and finding him to be walking in the other direction, drew back into the booth and sat on the little bench with an exasperated sigh.

Koenma…

What was he doing here?

Finally realizing where they were, she dug into her mini backpack for some coins and then carelessly slid them into the slot in front of her. Seizing Shuuichi's arm, she pulled his head back inside.

"Botan?"

"Shuuichi, let's take pictures. It'll be cute."

Managing to have said that with so little enthusiasm, Shuuichi looked only half convinced, if he were convinced at all, but she didn't really give him much time to ponder upon that thought for she invited herself to bring her hands upon his face. Shuuichi stared, too surprised and confused to speak.

"Wow," he finally managed to whisper. "You really do want me, don't you?"

Instead of a reply, he felt an odd, stinging sensation upon his cheek before a flash nearly blinded him. After the spots before his eyes subsided, he averted his attention to Botan who had her back to him, mumbling curses.

"Botan?"

"Jerk-face. Is there ever a time when your mouth is actually connected to your brain and not your hormones?"

"I guess I deserved that." The words came tumbling out of his lips while he cradled his reddened cheek.

Botan suspiciously glanced over her shoulder. "You're actually admitting that?"

"Why not? I did deserve it, didn't I?"

By now, she had turned around fully so that she was facing him again.

"Well, it's hard to believe that you, being as overconfident as you are, could ever admit to deserving a cold…"

The camera flashed again, and this time both teenagers mumbled curses as they spots before their eyes. They paused long enough to look at each other and then burst out laughing.

Botan pointed to the little monitor indicating how many more poses they were allowed.

"Three."

When her eyes met his, she could sense a smile in them.

"That was your money's worth, so shall we?"

Botan blinked and then nodded as a small giggle barely escaped.

She put a finger to her cheek, looked up with a smile, and Shuuichi leaned in to kiss her cheek.

The camera flashed again, and before Shuuichi even had time to think, he felt her hands fly once more to his face, this time pinching his cheeks and pulled them into a smile. She laughed as the camera took a picture of them, Shuuichi with his wide smile but very startled eyes.

"First the slap and now you pinch. You girls really are cruel." He pouted, his lower lip jutting out slightly more than his upper lip for emphasis.

She found herself laughing even more.

"Only to boys."

"I know," he commented dryly, more to himself than to her.

"Hey, we only have one pose left."

"Yeah."

"Let's make this a nice one."

He shrugged.

"How about…" The rest of her suggestion never left her lips as she felt Shuuichi's arms grab her. "Shuuichi…?"

"You said you wanted a nice picture."

He pressed her body to his and lifted the back of her shirt a little more to give a better view of her tattoo. She gasped.

"I'm not stripping you, Botan," he snickered. "Chill out."

Linking his cuffed hand with hers, he used his free and tattooed arm to wrap around Botan's waist.

"How's this for memories? Now you won't forget the day you got your first generic tattoo."

"The camera can't see me," she said trying to hide her blush by looking down.

"Just turn your head over your shoulder."

The camera flashed, and just a second too soon for Botan. She didn't move from her position for a while, and it was only when Shuuichi cleared his throat deliberately did she notice. She could feel her cheeks getting hot as she lightly pushed herself from her embrace.

His eyes wandered over her, trying to catch her eyes, but she kept her line of vision towards the ground.

"Aww, and I really liked holding you too."

"I… uhh… well, I wanna see how the pictures came out." She exited the curtained booth and then moved to the side where the pictures came out.

The duo studied all of them and laughed. When Botan reached the final picture, she stopped, and she could feel her heart beat wildly again. Her expressionless, barely melancholy expression, actually looked decent in contrast to his arrogant grin. She was simultaneously perplexed and thrilled at that concept, though she would never admit to the latter.

She immediately stuffed them into the mini-backpack that she was carrying around.

"So why the sudden urge to take pictures? Before the slap, I mean."

"Well," Botan fumbled for the right words, simultaneously looking down one side of the mall and then the other, anticipating someone she knew, or worse yet, someone she was avoiding, to pop up behind her.

"Yes?" he urged.

"Well, it's not really everyday that I can tell my friends that Kurama was my boyfriend for a whole day." She was afraid to look at him, afraid that he'd see through her little lie because if he did, she might have to bring him up. She had never been to keen at lying.

But to her surprise, he had a smirk on his face.

"I'll buy that, B." He put his arm around her shoulder. "So I take it you're not mad at me anymore? We've finally resolved our misunderstandings?"

Botan blushed and nodded; a deep chortle escaped his throat at that.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starved! European dish slash dessert sound good to you, lovely?"

"I…" She looked over her shoulder at where he had been standing. Again no longer finding him there replied simply, "Sure."

**

Botan poked at her so-called dessert with a fork. "Is this… err… thing… you know, edible?"

"Take the edge off and just try it, Botan." When she didn't make a move for the square piece of pancake with the brown goop and white fluff topped with ice cream, Shuuichi made a move with his fork for it.

"Well, if you're not gonna eat it…" His fork hit the table.

Botan snatched the plate as soon as she saw that arm dart from his end of the table.

"I thought you weren't planning on digesting that."

"I'm still thinking about it."

"Well, think faster. I can't eat that if it's too cold, you know."

"Who said I wouldn't like it after I try it?"

"Did I every say I was going to wait until after you tried it?"

Botan snorted and dug her fork past the brown syrup and cut through the pancake. Bringing it close to her face for inspection, she reluctantly placed it in her mouth.

Shuuichi eyed her secretly from behind the visor of his cap and smiled when he saw her fork go back to the plate to cut another piece of the dessert crepe.

"What kind of a flower is it? It's nice. I don't really think I've seen that kind before."

"Mm?"

"Your tattoo."

"Oh," she gulped down the remnants of her crepe and paused to think about her answer. "Botan."

Confusion written all over his face, he looked at Botan to confirm what he had heard. "Botan?"

"Yup."

"But that isn't…" he stopped, recalling what she had told him earlier. "Peony?"

Botan's face lit up. He tilted his head at the girl, trying, in his mind, to figure her out before the words, barely above a whisper, left his mouth, "Peony… Botan… clever way of putting it." A thoughtful pause followed.

"By the way…" he stopped short, his eyes wandering around the restaurant for nothing in particular.

"By the way what?" She was paying more attention to her food than at him and placed another piece of the tooth-achingly sweet piece of pastry in her mouth.

"Who's Koenma?" He wasn't looking at her either. Instead he was looking at one of the waitresses with the skimpy skirts with his chin resting on the palm of his free hand.

Botan's gaze went right through him, and she didn't answer for a long time. By the time Shuuichi's eyes stopped roaming on the long legs of the woman, Botan had gone back to nibbling on her crepe.

"The ice cream was the best part. Too bad there was so little of it."

**

Final Notes: Okay, that part where Shuuichi remembers Botan telling him something about a peony is nowhere in this chapter. It's in chapter 3 just before Shuuichi and Botan's shower antics. It wasn't there before, so that's really the only plot revision done in the entire four chapters. Everything else that was revised all had to do with language, so that doesn't really matter much, unless you didn't understand the phrases before. ^^;;

And I just had to bring Koenma into this, didn't I? ^^ He plays a really small and innocent role though, so put down those burning torches down, you avid Kurama/Botan fans. Koenma will not whisk Botan away, not in my fic anyway. x)

Uhh, what else? Oh yeah, the scene in Shuuichi's studio that ended too abruptly with no explanation, therefore seeming particularly pointless, actually does have a point, but you'll have to wait until the end of the fic to find out its purpose. =] At least you know for sure that this fic will end. :D

Hmm, sorry that this chapter is kind of retarded in comparison to the other four. :P This was kind of rushed, not to mention long, and when it gets long, my brain has a tendency to stop functioning therefore you have a weird flow of things. ^^;;

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