*sighs* I don't own yet… here I don't 'ave Santa but Magic Kings… maybe they feel generous an' gimme Esca… let's cross fingers -_-U
III. Wild Rose
~ Romance
Even though the day had started as a sunny one, ominous rain clouds were gathering in the sky, threads of fluffy cotton obscuring the sun now and then.
When she was a child, her grandmother had told her how to predict when it was going to rain, among many other things; Yuri had lived with gypsies for more than twenty years, and the old ways of the roaming people, along with some of their best kept secrets, were still fresh in her memory. She knew how to read human fortunes by simply looking at their hands, or into some tarot cards that the most ancient gypsy of the group she'd lived with had given to her as a present.
Hitomi adored her grandmother, who had told her nearly all of those secrets; but, while as Yuri brought some money home with her fortune-telling, the green-eyed girl had preferred to work with flowers. Maybe it was because her mother had liked them so much, she didn't know for certain. Soon after her parents had died, Yuri had told her that her ma and da would always look after her from Heaven. Back then she had raised her tear-filled eyes to her grandmother's identical emerald orbs and sniffed.
Now she was starting to believe that the words of the old woman were true.
"Hey, beautiful, good morning!" greeted a well-known man's voice, and Hitomi spun around to smile at the tall and elegant frame of Dryden; his eyes held that mischievous spark she had grown to like so much, his jaw showing the light shadow of stubble that made him look so familiar in her eyes.
"G'morning, Mr. Fassa," she smiled widely, rummaging around the flowers in her stand with knowing hands, looking for a particular flower she'd left aside that morning.
"Ooow, after two weeks of seeing me here every day you could very well start calling me Dryden, couldn't you?" he said with an easy grin, absently arranging a few flowers that were in a bucket full of water. When he saw the immediate protest that bloomed in her eyes he stopped her with a gesture of his head. "No, no, don't give me the same reason you give me every morning, m'dear. And before you make up another one, think of it this way: I hate being called Mr. Fassa, gods, that's what my father is called! When I go into a room and they greet me like that, it makes me feel old," he confessed with a shrug, his lop-sided grin making him look like a little boy. "And oh, it's even worse being called Mr. Fassa Jr." he groaned, making Hitomi laugh. He always made her laugh. "One name makes me feel like my father, and the other one, like a dog. Only beautiful ladies call me by my name," he winked at her.
The green-eyed girl blushed lightly, shaking her head. "You're a flatterer, sir."
He laughed, at what a few heads turned to take a look at them, the strange picture they made: a handsome gentleman with a flower girl, talking together as the best of friends. "If I get you to call me by my name, I will accept that compliment with pleasure," his eyes sparkled humorously. Now, now, I see you were looking for something… you won't have something for me, I presume?"
Hitomi bit her lip, producing a beautiful yellow rose from behind her slender body, its long stem full of sharp thorns. She saw the turmoil and confusion in Dryden's eyes when he stared at it, who then turned to her, a hurt expression on his face.
"Are… are you sure this is what she wants to tell me?" he asked in a low voice, and she nodded, biting her lip again while he clenched and unclenched his hands intermittently. "Jealousy? She's jealous?" he whispered. "But why?" he turned to Hitomi with a scowl. "Did she tell you?"
The flower girl fidgeted as she slowly nodded; Dryden took her arm and tried to drag her along with him, but she wriggled and resisted. "Sir, I can't leave the stand!" she reasoned, but he solved it in a second: stopping a little boy who was chasing a stray cat, he offered him two silver coins to stay and look after the flower stall, though warning him that if something happened to the small pile of boxes and buckets, he would make him the direct responsible for any damage done.
"Now, we can go into that café over there and you'll tell me what she said," he declared firmly.
"But, sir, what will they say if they see me with you? I don't think it'll be good for your reputation to be seen with a flower girl," the green-eyed girl argued, but he snorted, evidently not giving much importance to such a thing.
"For a start, I have no reputation to take care of," he sneered, cocking his eyebrow upwards. "Let them talk. I need to know why she gave me this."
Hitomi sighed, feeling sorry for him. A yellow rose, sign of jealousy and distrust; aye, she could understand the look of hurt in his eyes as he shove her into a café, ordered two cups of coffee ignoring the surprised look of the owner when he saw the green-eyed girl, and walked to the a table behind a big flowerpot. She smiled absently when she saw the beautiful orchids that bloomed there, thinking of how lucky she was; one of her dreams had been getting her hands on those rare species that came from the other side of the ocean, and that wish had been fulfilled in Aston Manor.
She would never be able to thank Millerna enough for what she'd given her: a place where to work, a garden to look after, food when she was hungry, even a new dress and a coat, and some clothes for her grandmother too. If someone had told her that the young Aston was an angel sent from heaven to help her, she would've believed it immediately.
"All right, Hitomi, now could you tell me why she is jealous?" he whispered, scratching his head as they waited for the coffees to arrive. She sighed.
"Well, she hadn't had a good day… she told me her father had insisted on her going out with Allen to the theatre, and she'd wanted to go there on her own, or with Eries or Marlene, to try to catch a glimpse of you…"
Dryden groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I think I know the rest… so she did catch a glimpse of me," he grunted with a snort. Hitomi frowned at him, not sure if she was to take that expression as a guilty or an innocent one. She had wanted to believe that Millerna had been wrong, that the man she'd seen was not Dryden, but the young noble has rebated her timid suggestions saying that she could recognize him anywhere.
"So… ?" she asked cautiously.
"That woman she saw me with is my cousin," he explained, running a hand through his hair; after a first moment of silence, he burst out laughing. "By the gods, how could she think I would cheat on her?"
Hitomi's lips curved into a small smile. "She didn't, really. This is also for you," she said, taking a dry myosotis from a pocket of her dress.
Dryden looked at her with a bewildered expression, that then turned into a mischievous one, and ruffled her hair with his left hand. "You little devil, you wanted to prove my innocence!" he chuckled.
"Of course, sir!" she grinned with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. The coffees arrived just then, and Hitomi observed the hot dark liquid with deeply interested eyes, taking in the intense aromatic scent that floated in the air.
"Is it the first time you drink coffee?" asked Dryden with a smile. She nodded in response, and he took a quiet sip of his mug. "Well, then we'll have to make sure it's not the last," he winked at her grinning widely. The green-eyed girl felt a wave of gratitude towards the chocolate-brown-haired man. How she envied Millerna for having such a kind and generous lover, and very fun to be with too, she added mentally. "This one also has some chocolate in it… go on and try it, it's delicious."
"I wonder… Mr. Fassa, how did Miss Millerna and you meet for the first time?" she asked quietly; she imagined it must have been something very romantic, like in the fairytales her grandmother used to tell her before going to bed. If she came to think of it, every time she now thought of those bed-time stories, now the prince's face bore Dryden's features.
"All right, here's a deal: you stop calling me Mr. Fassa and I'll tell you the story. You agree?" he leaned onto the table and offered her his hand in a friendly manner. She stared at him wide-eyed; no one had ever wanted to shake hands with her before.
She took it shakily as he beamed at her. "Deal! All right…" he took another sip of coffee, and Hitomi fixed her stare into the hot mug, stirring the dark brown liquid with a silver teaspoon. Her hands were always cold and callous, and the warmth that irradiated the delicate china cup was a soothing balm to them. She hesitantly brought the mug to her lips and let a small sip of coffee trickle down her throat. It was heaven. Grandma would love this, she thought immediately. Dryden's voice then started unraveling their story.
"I first saw Millerna at the opera. Her family's box is one of the best ones of the opera house, and that night there were late. Mmm, I think it's the only time they'd ever beet late," he chuckled. "So, all the lights were out, the overture was about to start and suddenly a door opens; I had been queuing outside for hours to get my seat, a fairly good one I must say, and it has always annoyed me, these people who can come in late and will have their perfect little box waiting for them," he said with a frown. "Can you think that the half of them are empty for nearly the whole year? And there are so many people who would kill to have such good places…" he drowned his anger in coffee, after what he left the mug again on the table surface and smiled. "One day we must bring you to the opera."
She raised her head quickly, surprised; the smile on her face was mischievous. "Maybe you think I could find another one like you there, sir?" she asked impishly, making him laugh.
"Oh dear, I'm afraid they broke the mould after me," he winked. "But, in fact, I wasn't that thrilled when I met Millerna, and she wasn't in the best of moods either…"
"What happened?" she asked curiously.
"I was right under their box, and I really don't know what they were doing, but the fact is that in the middle of the third act something fell onto my head," he explained. "Just imagine the dramatic point of the story, when the heroine is going to be killed by a jealous lover, and a fan falls down from the sky on top of me. Needless to say that I was quite irritated, so after the opera had finished I walked up to the box to give them back the fan."
Hitomi sighed; the voice of Dryden was warm and deep, reminding her of the coffee she was holding in her hands. "And you were struck by true love's arrows when you saw her?" she asked dreamily. He let out a laugh.
"Eh, not quite like that," he laughed, shaking his head. "She was with Eries, and didn't look pleased at all. I knew later on that they'd been arguing about the possibilities of Millerna debuting as an opera singer, a dream she's harboured since she was a kid. Those sisters love each other like mad, but arguments tend to end up in things flying in all directions. Fiery girls they are… one would never say so if you saw them, don't you think?"
The flower girl smiled, her eyes drawn again by the orchids next to their table. "In two weeks in Aston Manor, I've seen flying things other than fans, Mr.F- Dryden, I mean…" she smiled.
"True, true… I ought to consider rather seriously if I should marry Millerna, her aim is deadly," he mimicked a frightened face, conjuring all sorts of situations that ended all the same: Dryden on the floor after being hit right in the face. "But well, the thing is that I gave her back the fan with a sarcastic comment, expecting her to blush and walk away, but she answered me back. And quite quickly," he chuckled. "She exactly said 'Thanks for your extremely kind effort to give it back to us, sir, and I'm terribly sorry that the knock deprived you of good manners'."
Hitomi laughed. "Aye, I can imagine her saying that."
Dryden looked a little bit embarrassed. "It was true that I hadn't been really polite… Millerna really is a cunning little one when she wants to, and after plainly stating I had been terribly rude, she offered to drive me where I live in their carriage. And that was where it all began," he finished with a grin. "Since that moment, nearly six months ago, we've been seeing each other at the operas, at the theatre… we couldn't meet anywhere else as her father would never permit it, and Eries, her sister, has been always there, but she's on our side too… she's helped us many times," Dryden explained.
The flower girl took the last sip of her coffee and wiped her lips with her sleeve. She had been in here with him for too long, and she feared for her stand and that boy the green-eyed man had paid to guard it. "Miss Millerna should be really grateful to have found her Prince," the honey-blonde said with a dreamy grin that provoked a low chuckle from Dryden.
"Sure, beautiful, a Prince who's got no money and not real title. I'm just the son of a merchant, dear," he shrugged. "That's why Mr. Aston will never hear of me marrying his daughter."
She closed her eyes for a second, wishing for her Prince to come. A man who would love her with all his heart, who would give it all up for her, to whom class differences wouldn't matter. "What message do I give her this afternoon?" she asked, and Dryden smiled.
"A flower of undying, passionate and endless love. Tell her that I will endure whatever it takes to be with her."
The flower girl felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Those were the words she'd been waiting to hear for all her life. Oh, if only it was her Prince saying them to her, instead of Dryden saying them to Millerna through her…
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Van chewed on the straw between his teeth, his hands hurting like hell from the rough reigns he gripped, expertly guiding the horses pulling the cart down Jichia Road towards the little microcosms he called home. A giddy feeling flooded him, and he knew what provoked it. It was the flower girl.
He could've never predicted what havoc a girl like her would create in his life, shattering the carefully labeled categories he had designed in his mind.
Category 1: 'To look from afar', where nearly all the nobles fell into. He had discovered that there were exceptions, as he lived with a family that was a huge exception itself, but the rest of the world with some aristocratic title lived very much to his idea of them. It was amazing, how many people had a 'God complex' and thought they lived for the sole purpose of being worshipped…
Category 2: 'Talk little, keep the distances', that in the real world meant all maids and house staff. The first part of the label went for the men, and the second, mainly for the women, basically because if he didn't, he was in serious danger of being stalked, cornered, tied to a bedpost and… heavens, he definitely didn't want to finish that thought… who the heck had defined women as 'weak-willed and fragile'?
Category 3: 'To consider as potential friends', where human beings were seldom included. Only small kids, and stray homeless animals who stirred the sensitive fibre inside him, reminding him of the time he had roamed with his family, looking for a place to call home.
Category 4: 'Friends'. Horses. Plain and simple, oh, and the Aston's dogs too, as well as a little kitten that now lived in the stables, whom he had called Merle.
And all that had happened in the two past weeks was making his classification stagger dangerously. Now the flower girl and Miss Aston were placed in the thin line that separated categories 3 and 4. Heavens, he'd never let any human beings there, and it made him nervous. How attached he was getting to them.
This complot thing had changed his life entirely; from dawn to dusk he was now finding himself smiling without any specific motive, wanting to go back to the stables and catch a glimpse of the green-eyed girl to ask her how were things between Millerna and Dryden going.
Yeah, he knew the guy from all the times he'd gone with them on their way back from the opera and the theatres, a clever man with a witty sense of humour and a quick mind. Had he been more than the mere horse boy, he might have considered having him included in Category 3.
This afternoon he'd had to drive Marlene and Eries to a party that had finished for them a little bit sooner than expected; Eries hadn't been feeling well since the start of the social event, and after nearly blacking out in the middle of the ballroom, Marlene had tucked her firmly into the carriage and had ordered Van home.
So there they were, the hoofs of the two horses harnessed to the carriage echoing in the dimly lit road while the barks of a dog broke the hazy silence of the arzaean night. He was quite sure he would find Hitomi in the kitchens eating her dinner as she did every evening, or with a bit of luck she might even be at the stables, sitting on his mattress, her green gaze roaming around the place in permanent wonder.
It was a mystery for him, why the flower girl never ceased to find sources of amazement in Aston Manor. She was nothing like he had seen before, no bitterness in her, no malice or evil intentions as he'd been told all beggars and tramps had.
But picture his surprise when he saw her outside the house, standing by the back gates she now crossed at least twice a day, with another person. His maroon gaze darkened unconsciously, looking at the stranger as a possible threat to her. The mysterious person was covered from head to toes in an oversized black coat, a cap quite similar to his own one crowning the other's head, though failing to completely cover some red strands that fell wildly down the stranger's shoulders.
Hitomi was talking to the person with a broad smile on her lips, and Van relaxed; it wasn't going to harm her. Good God, why do I feel so protective over her?
Think, Fanel. She's about to fall straight into the 'friends' pack.
Oh, right.
"Hi, Van!" the flower girl's voice took him off-guard and he nearly dropped the reigns in his lap, but he got a grip on himself in time and flashed her an easy grin. Right then the stranger in the black coat turned around and he recognized the redhead girl whom he'd seen many times at dusk with Hitomi; the tension that had built up inside him, even though he hadn't noticed it at the time, disappeared at once.
The contrast between the two girls was amazing: while as the flower girl had an angelical look, presenting a strange mixture of maturity and innocence of the ways of the world, her friend was the exact opposite. A bubbly roguish redhead whose eyes held a pinch of cunning mischievousness; nothing about her made Van think of naivety. One was surely never to be bored with the puckish girl of the matches.
"Whohooa!! Hey there, horse boy!" Yukari greeted waving her hand like mad. "Wanna join us?" she cried out as the carriage approached them, the stallions trotting at a brisk pace. His eyes shone under the brim of his cap, and his lips actually curved a little bit upwards in what could've been the shadow of a smile.
"Must get the carriage in," he told them with a shrug. "Are you going home already, Hitomi?" the dark-haired boy asked, telling himself repeatedly that it was not disappointment what he had felt when he had considered the possibility of the flower girl leaving the house so soon.
"No, I might come back in for a while when Yukari goes back… see you then!" she shouted placing her hands around her mouth when the cart passed them by and headed for the main entrance. The green-eyed girl saw the two faces of both Eries and Marlene peeking between the curtains and waving their hands to her in a recognition gesture that she returned eagerly.
Van then realized he was smiling widely, praying for the minutes to fly by like split seconds to meet the green-eyed girl in the stables and talk a little with her. Life for him had certainly changed in two weeks: from being endurable, to become definitely enjoyable.
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When the cloud of dust the cart had aroused faded away the redhead poked her friend in the ribs with a sly grin. "Soowhoooaaa, I now know why ya like bein' in this house soo much! I was complainin' that we didn't get t'see ya 'nymore, hon, but I can f'rgive ya now," she cackled, making Hitomi shake her head with a sigh.
"Heavens, you really can't think 'bout anything else now can you?" she smiled. "He's a friend of mine, and aye, he is one o' the reasons that make me feel so at home in Aston Manor, but it's also thanks to Miss Millerna and her sisters… they're all very nice to me."
Yukari scowled lightly, a worried frown creasing her forehead. "Hey, hon, I really wouldn't like ya t'be disencharmed with that family…"
"Disenchanted, love."
"Oh, whatever… just listen, Hitomi, I'm not sayin' that they ain't nice te ya an' all that but just… take care, okay? Ya know what 'appened te Amano an' te good ol' Eriya… they think they can trust a noble an' count on their generosity, but deep down they despise us," she said with a fiery gleam in her brown eyes.
Hitomi smiled meekly. "I think I quite preferred the other conversation topic…" she attempted to murmur faintly. "Don't worry 'bout me, 'Kari, I know what the world's like."
The redhead groaned and messed up the honey blond tresses that, unlike her own ginger red ones, were now always clean and brushed in silky strands that fell like a cascade down the flower girl's shoulders. "That's what I fear, hon, that ya think ya know but sometimes behave as if ya ain't got a clue…" she sighed, her hands diving in her pockets to look for something Hitomi couldn't guess.
"I'll be fine," she insisted reassuringly. "I have Miss Millerna, and Dryde-Mr. Fassa ,I mean… and there's Van too," the honey-blonde finished, then turning to her long-time friend: the one who had introduced her in the suburbs of Arzas when she'd arrived at the city more than ten years ago with her grandmother, with so little money they would've starved if Yukari hadn't been there.
"Ohh, yesss, Vaan, the lollipop ya ain't interested in, right? Swuush… ya're nuts, knew that?" the young rascal smirked naughtily, and the flower girl chuckled.
"Look, it's not like that… Van is just… Van."
Yukari shook her head, an unfathomable look in her deep brown eyes. "Oh, o'course… does not live t' the ideal o' Prince Charmin', huh? But what 'bout those other guys around ye? They could both be… well, ya know…" she encouraged her friend to talk with a wink.
"Aye, I know, I know… Dryden is really great, he's funny, kind and very nice, and doesn't give a damn about social barriers, money or background differences," she explained with a long reflexive sigh.
"I see… so the guy does sound like a prince, ain't he?"
"A prince helplessly in love with his princess, Yukari," Hitomi smiled as she shook her head. "And what a princess she is… so kind and generous, but at the same time has a very strong character, and loves him so much… as much as to give it all up for him."
"Well she obviously doesn't," remarked the redhead caustically. "Ain't livin' with'im, still at daddy's home…"
"It's not easy for her, Yukari…" Hitomi said gently, but her friend waved her hand, clearly indicating that she wasn't going to give it a second thought.
"Well well, so tell me 'bout the other prince-material stuff ya 'ave up there… the 5.5 with the spectacular behind," she winked. "If his sweetheart's gonna go with the other one, that means he's free fer ya!"
The green-eyed girl sighed quietly. "Actually, I haven't gotten to speak to him, even though he comes to the house nearly ev'ry day. He seems nice, but I don't know… I don't think he's the kind of man to leave it all behind for true love… and it will certainly have to be that what moves my prince to come for me," she joked humourlessly, at what Yukari cupped the flower girl's face in her hands and snorted.
"Nonsense! Ya're a very pretty lass, with those huge green eyes o' yers, an' are sweeter than honey. Who wouldn't like t' drag ya on a horse an' run away with ya like in the stories?" she grinned at her, trying to raise a smile in those full rosy lips of her friend.
"Aye, maybe it's true, 'Kari, but princes don't usually care about these things… I must find the one who will fight for me even though I have no money and no title. And I haven't found a single man like that yet… or worse, it was already in love with someone else!" she said, her face slightly ashen.
"That's coz they weren't the right one, hon," the redhead hugged the flower girl gently, patting her back. "Don't worry 'bout it… he'll come fer ya."
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THanks ppl!!!!!!!!!!!!! Love ye all *hugglez*
SabineballZ: *grins* mwehehe... Well, they're gonna stay poor, the two things, at least that's how I wrote it… but *looks sorrowful* I didn't put any Allen bashin'… not in this fic at least ^^U… I tried te write somethin' that wasn't quite cliché, though I dunno if I succeeded or not, ye'll see in next chapters *grins impishly* 'nywhoo, thanks fer yer review!!!!! ^___^
dreamingofflyingaway: ^__^ Aye, the Aston girls are quite sneaky *cackles* oh, Hitomi is 17 an' Van is 19 I think… 'bout Van's age, I think I never decided it exactly ^^U an' I don't remember if I wrote it in any chapter… *shakes head* oh well, that means he can be as old as ye want him te be *sweatdrops* lol! Me own internet also bein' retarded *sighs*… but I managed te update 'nyway ^^ hope ye liked it!
Starry Eyed Wonder: LOL!!! He's a darn infinity *bursts out laughin'* an' heey now I bet ye also like him bein' the horse boy, me dear horse freak ^_~ but *rolls on the floor laughin' like mad* omg!!! The straw bed!! I think I already told ye but blimey I was laughin' the whole mornin' at yer comment, I agree completely!!!!! *wink wink* so there that scene will be dedicated *grins goofily* aye aye aye!! I also want sisters!! *sobs* or brothers!! *sobs harder* only that I doona [*grins goofily*] want te be the conversation theme at the table, nono U_U… but as ye said, we 'ave each other sis! *hugs* Shiddles!! *laughs so hard she falls off chair* omg, I should really e-mail the [mmm… whaddaye call the ppl who include new words in the dictionary? Well, those ppl 'nyway ^^] suggestin' they include it ^_~ hehe… I also love Van's categories *grins impishly* an' the straw bed too xDD
Tevrah: *blushes* Thank ye!!!!! ^____^ Ah, well, no, Allen isn't gonna be specially bad… one gets te understand his reasons, even though at first he's the main problem *sighs* 'nyway, thanks so much again!!!!!!!!
tamuril telrunye: *grins widely* thankiez!! An' may I say, love yer name ^^ it sounds so much like Elvish… is it? ^__^
Dreamboat Annie: ^_________^ horses!! *giggles* I bet ye did *wink wink* how's Annie btw? Hope all well, an' don't worry 'bout the e-mail girl!! *grins* I know what's like, bein' stressed!! *shakes head* I'm stressed even durin' holidays, so don't ye worry ^^ I'll wait, hehe. Oh, well, Hitomi is in fact bein' payed fer what she does… an' she really wants te help Milly an' Dry, if it weren't fer her, their relationship would be doomed *sighs*… 'nyway, as ye see, Dry invites her te coffee too *chuckles* so they really take care o' the poor girl…
farhancharizard: ^^ nay, Van's not a noble… but Hitomi does want a noble… well, that's the story… here's more 'nyway hehe
sqeekers: Aaayee! *bows te floor* story really begins ^^ an' it continues *grins*… happy holidays te ye too ^___^ an' thanks fer reviewin'!
AN/ Ahhhh!!!!!! *hugs Van until
he's out o' air* as 'Kari would say he's a walkin' lolly!! *drowns in her
pool o' drool* an' Dry *hugs Dry as well* I love him too!!!!! I really
like it there, though this was one o' the chapters that came out slightly
twisted from what the original prevision was… oh well who cares *grins*
I love Van's categories *grins* an' his cap… aah, I 'ave one same as his
at home *sweatdrops* well, okay, I'd better say, his cap is inspired in
me big sis' one, but the result ends up bein' the same *shrugs*…
Oh, 'bout what 'appened te Amano
an' Eriya… I mean, I 'ave no idea ^^U that thing Yukari mentions could
be a whole story on its own, but I didn't develop it, an' it's never mentioned
again, so ye can imagine whatever ye want…
Ever 'appened the same te ye?
Not consider a guy as "prince material", when in fact it could very well
be the one ye're lookin' for? Ugh! *kicks herself* I'm givin' away the
plot! Oh well, ye already expected her te end up with Van, aft all this
is labelled as a V+H so why bother ^^U…
Next chapter is one o' me favs
*grins widely* it'll be here in other three days, aye! Til then *waves
pirate hat* Happy Holidays te ye all ^____^ an' plz review!! They keep
me goin' when I'm down *sighs*… now I'm plannin' on postin' the next chapter
o' Natsu no E quite soon [hey Chelsey ^_~ goes fer ye!]…