Shadow Dancer
Part Two
Soul's Shadow
Disclaimer: You all have some serious problems if you think I own.
Ms. Videl Son: Of course he had to wear Goth Colors! He's not really goth, but he looks so hot in dark clothes! It's not MY fault! Hee hee
Dark-Child: Not at all! All of people have called me LF or LF-chan. ^_^ And here's your update!
THE MIGHTY CORRECTOR: I was surprised to get so many reviews! I won't quite but updates may take a while with all the stories I have.
Veggie-chan: thankies!
Keylendra: Thanks!
ENJOY!
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"Krillian?" Gohan muttered to himself, groaning. "Why am I not surprised? Could this day get any worse? I don't want to listen to him."
The short noseless ex-monk walked slowly to the front of the gym and bowed slightly for greeting. "I'm guessing you're my first class of the day?" He half-asked. "The teacher told me to call roll so I know who you all are. I'll do my best to remember. When I call your name, I want you to stand up and tell me how much training you've had in martial arts. I'll divide you into groups and we'll go from there." Krillian took a deep breath and laughed at his own folly. He'd have to remember not to talk so much without breathing!
He picked up the list of names and calmly began to call them off, getting different answers, but most people had a little bit of training inside of school. No big surprises since this was the school Hurcule endorsed and in the man's hometown. Krillian shook his head and continued to read off names. Now was not the time to think of the man, he didn't want to collapse in a laughing fit.
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Gohan sat near the back of the gym muttering death threats to whomever was out to get him that particular day. Dende, on a short vacation to Namek couldn't do it, and Piccolo, though still at Kami's lookout, would not, which left Mr. Popo. Gohan gave a feral grin. Popo kabobs sounded very tasty.
"Son G-gohan?!" Krillian had just called the boy's name.
"Here, bro." Gohan called, rising to his feet.
"Oh man! I had nothing to do with this! Wait-since when do YOU go to a public school?" Krillian looked confused for a moment.
"Since today and if you don't continue RIGHT NOW I will blast you." Gohan snarled. "I'm also assuming you know how long I've been training?"
"Hai, hai! I know!" Krillian gulped. "G-go stand over there with Videl and Sharpner."
Gohan nodded and walked towards them with a sigh. There goes any secrets he THOUGHT of having. Well, at least there'd be some one to act as a warm up in any case! He smirked at the thought of beating the former monk senseless and decided that it would do quite nicely for retribution of ruining his life. Krillian, noticing the look, gulp when he reached the end of the list.
"I'm going to pair you up...the more experienced ones will be helping the others once I know what you can do. Gohan, you and Sharpner first, winner against Videl. Same rules as the Budokai, and Gohan? Don't send anyone through the floor. Ring is marked on the gym floor."
"Don't be too upset when you lose, Gohan. I trained with the master himself." Sharpner bragged sticking his nose into the air in what he thought to be a dignified manner.
"You forget yourself." Gohan told him in a whisper that could be heard across the gym. A superior smirk crossed his features. "I trained under Ma Junior, my father, and other masters that make Hurcule look like an amateur."
"They use useless light tricks." Sharpner told him, rolling his eyes. Gohan bit back a growl and tried to get his rage under control. No one called his friends weak, and NO ONE insulted his father.
"Take him in the ring, Gohan. Not out here where I'll have to give you detention." Krillian told him quickly.
"Of course. Can't kill him on accident out here." Gohan agreed. Before the shocked class could blink, Gohan had thrown Sharpner into the ring by his collar and leapt in gracefully himself.
"So let's settle this, Sharpner." Gohan bared his teeth. "You wanted to win? Bring it on."
Sharpner leapt at the Demi Saiya-Jin shouting out "Megaton Punch!" Only to have the attack stop by Gohan's finger.
"Come now, surely you can do better?" Gohan asked not even taking a stance.
"That's not all I've got!" Sharpner attacked again, Gohan not even bothering to block. A rain of blows fell one after another and Gohan sighed, lifting a hand to stop the last on before it hit.
"Are you going to hit me in a way I can feel anytime soon?" Gohan questioned. "Or do I have to finish this now?"
The look on the blonde's face gave the answer. Those had been hard punches. Gohan sighed. This generation was so weak and gullible. He punched the air stopping before Sharpner's face, the force of the punch hitting him out of the ring.
"Pathetic." Gohan spat, crossing his arms.
Krillian sighed. "Control yourself. You sound like Vegita."
"And your point?"
"Gohan, that's not something to be proud of."
"Krillian, are you going to start the next match of not? Videl is much stronger than him. No CHALLANGE, certainly, but a warm-up, at least."
"Fine. Videl? Ready?"
"To take him down a peg or two? Yes." The girl jumped into the ring. Krillian gave the shout to begin the match and she rushed him. Gohan sidestepped.
"She has potential." Gohan muttered to himself and smirked. He could play with her, if nothing else. He pretended to be worried, as though he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Videl, growing confident, tried to end the match, giving him a hard kick to the mid-section.
"Not bad." Gohan complemented. "I might have almost felt that if you were a few hundred times stronger."
"You're losing. Or haven't you noticed?" Videl replied, giving the demi Saiya-Jin another kick.
"Am I? Or am I toying with you?" Gohan asked softly, tackling her and pinning her to the floor.
"You're toying..." She struggled to get away to no avail. "What?" She exclaimed, confused. "This isn't possible!"
"What is possible, then? Because this is happening." Gohan smirked.
"I don't understand..." Gohan lifted her into the air and dropped her outside the ring calmly.
"Then maybe you should learn." He turned away.
"Gohan wins." Krillian announced tiredly. As though that would be a surprise to him...in a few million years. The class gaped openly in surprise, no one thought he'd win! Krillian called them quickly back to attention.
"I noticed, Krillian." Gohan told him dryly.
"They were too shell shocked." The former monk pointed out.
Gohan made a small sound of annoyance and held his hand out to Videl. "You didn't to bad for not having decent training." He told her. The girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but took his hand anyway. To her immense surprise, he pulled her lightly to her feet and made sure she was steady before he let go.
He was like an opposite of himself. A walking paradox, Videl decided then. He had not hesitation to hurt someone, but he was also a decent sport about it. To her in any case. Was his true motive to be friends or was he trying to get famous too? There was no answer at that point and Videl didn't want to ask, fearing the answer. He seemed to want to be a true friend, not getting closer to her father, he hadn't even ASKED about her father, and she didn't have many friends like that.
Krillian caught her confusion and shook his head. "You didn't do to badly against Gohan. But don't try to figure him out. His nickname's the walking paradox." He informed the girl with a sigh. "We all gave up on figuring him out a while ago."
"I was too smart for them to get anywhere." Gohan grinned, the first real smile Videl had seen on him today, and punched Krillian lightly on the shoulder. Krillian grinned in relief- he wasn't going to die after all- and nodded in agreement.
"So, how do you tow know each other?" Videl looked back and forth between the two.
"Later. I have a class to teach. Gohan, you and Videl take the more advanced student, Sharpner...is he still out? I take that back. Gohan, take the most advanced, Videl, take the intermediate and I'll take the beginners. When Sharpner wakes up, he'll be in your class, Gohan."
"Whatever you say, Krillian-Sensei." Videl bowed slightly and headed toward the middle group.
"What do you want me to teach them?" Gohan asked.
"You're simplest kata. And do is slowly. You simplest is still harder than most." Krillian said, turning away to face his class.
"Right." Gohan jogged slowly towards his group of students.
"Hey, Krillian-sensei? What was I teaching?"
"Um...teach the more advanced kicks and punches...and watch their forms. I was watching them earlier while you warmed up and some seemed like they'd probably be off-balance."
"Okay, Krillian-sensei." Videl bowed again and the trio got to work.
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It was fun, teaching, Gohan thought as he showed his class the kata and corrected their forms for it. He didn't get to do it much, he had helped teach Goten and Trunks and enjoyed it a lot. He and Vegita would take turns training them, and then do it alone. If Goku had lived, he would be training his youngest son right now. Gohan bit his lip until he'd lost the urge to cry. His father had stayed dead for the planet. For Gohan. For everyone. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.
"Wow!" Videl watched him in amazement. "He's really good!"
"Thanks!" Gohan grinned at her, to her amazement.
"You heard me? I didn't think I was talking that loudly."
Gohan shrugged. "Like I said, I have good hearing. How is your class?"
"Better, I suppose. So, how do you know Krillian?"
"Friend of the family's." Gohan obviously didn't want to talk about it. Videl, looking a little confused at his lack of reply, got the hint and didn't make any further comments.
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The bell rang to signal the end of class sometime later. Gohan, happy to leave the boring class, rushed out and sighed. "Thank you Dende!" He looked to the sky. "But, Popo, you better watch your back!"
"Who's Popo?" Videl met up with him just outside the room. "We have literature next." She added as an afterthought.
"Right. Where's that at?"
"Not to far from the room we were in for math. But who's Popo?"
"A friend of Dende's."
"Who's Dende?"
"Kami."
"Who's Kami? Was he named after the god of earth?"
"No. He IS the god of earth." Gohan rolled his eyes. "If you're quite finished asking me incredibly stupid questions?"
"YOU KNOW GOD?!" Videl shrieked.
"Yes." Gohan barked in reply. "Now shut up! You're hurting my ears!"
"Sorry." The rest of the trip was made in silence.
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Videl walked into the class leaving Gohan standing outside, per orders. "I want to tell you who you are first, then someone'll come get you." She'd told him, giving him a glare. He had to admit, she was pretty scary looking with that glare. Kind of like his mother...
So Gohan stood there, like a fool, in the middle of the hallway, while Videl told the teacher about him. With a scowl directed in the general direction of the door, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway form the door, waiting for some one to fetch him.
The door opened several moments later and Videl motioned for him to come inside, before running to take her seat in the back of the room. The teacher, a woman with graying black hair and an expression between a glare and a grimace, nodded to him. "Tell us something about yourself."
Her voice was nasal and rather unpleasant by any standards, but was murder to Gohan, with his sharper-than human senses. He sighed and thanked everything holy his hearing wasn't as good as Piccolo's.
"I am Son Gohan, son of Son Goku and Son Chichi." The other teens blanched. They'd heard of him. Good. "I like martial arts, and take no crap. All earlier threats you may have heard from me still apply."
Videl snickered a little at that, his attitude was defiantly one to be reckoned with but nothing like hers, and he had a gleam in his eye that stated he was dead serious. The teacher, having missed most of the speech, nodded and told Gohan to sit in the front. Gohan gave a polite little bow and sat down, groaning inwardly. There was no Videl to keep him awake now!
Videl was having similar thoughts as she sank down in her seat, trying not to fall asleep before the class even began.
The teacher began the lesson and Gohan's head slowly began to droop towards his desk. The teacher, noticing his vegetative state, scowled. "Son Gohan!" She screeched.
Gohan shot up, clasping his hands over his ears in pain. "Hai?" He asked, muttering several choice words shortly after. "May I help you?"
"Yes. Why don't you tell me who wrote the Book "Hurcule's Life?" Since you seem to know what were talking about well enough to sleep." She smirked. No one ever answered the question correctly, thinking Hurcule was too busy to write a book about himself.
"Judging from the bad grammar alone, it had to be Hurcule." Gohan rolled his eyes. "How stupid are you people?"
"I will not tolerate disrespect, young man! Go stand out in the hall with these buckets for the rest of the period."
"Give them here. And I want the homework. I may as well do something constructive while I'm out there." Gohan shrugged. "It has to beat your class."
The teacher smirked. "Just for that, you get the BIG buckets." She pointed to them and Gohan raised an eyebrow. They were only the big buckets that tar was kept it. What was so bad about that? He shrugged, picked them both up in one hand and grabbed his books with the other.
The students gaped and their eyes widened. This kid could not possibly be human.
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(A/N) Hope you all liked! I was kinda hard put to figure out what to do in this chapter. It'll go faster after the first day, honest, but I want everyone to get to know this form of his character better. review, please!
Later!
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~
Part Two
Soul's Shadow
Disclaimer: You all have some serious problems if you think I own.
Ms. Videl Son: Of course he had to wear Goth Colors! He's not really goth, but he looks so hot in dark clothes! It's not MY fault! Hee hee
Dark-Child: Not at all! All of people have called me LF or LF-chan. ^_^ And here's your update!
THE MIGHTY CORRECTOR: I was surprised to get so many reviews! I won't quite but updates may take a while with all the stories I have.
Veggie-chan: thankies!
Keylendra: Thanks!
ENJOY!
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"Krillian?" Gohan muttered to himself, groaning. "Why am I not surprised? Could this day get any worse? I don't want to listen to him."
The short noseless ex-monk walked slowly to the front of the gym and bowed slightly for greeting. "I'm guessing you're my first class of the day?" He half-asked. "The teacher told me to call roll so I know who you all are. I'll do my best to remember. When I call your name, I want you to stand up and tell me how much training you've had in martial arts. I'll divide you into groups and we'll go from there." Krillian took a deep breath and laughed at his own folly. He'd have to remember not to talk so much without breathing!
He picked up the list of names and calmly began to call them off, getting different answers, but most people had a little bit of training inside of school. No big surprises since this was the school Hurcule endorsed and in the man's hometown. Krillian shook his head and continued to read off names. Now was not the time to think of the man, he didn't want to collapse in a laughing fit.
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Gohan sat near the back of the gym muttering death threats to whomever was out to get him that particular day. Dende, on a short vacation to Namek couldn't do it, and Piccolo, though still at Kami's lookout, would not, which left Mr. Popo. Gohan gave a feral grin. Popo kabobs sounded very tasty.
"Son G-gohan?!" Krillian had just called the boy's name.
"Here, bro." Gohan called, rising to his feet.
"Oh man! I had nothing to do with this! Wait-since when do YOU go to a public school?" Krillian looked confused for a moment.
"Since today and if you don't continue RIGHT NOW I will blast you." Gohan snarled. "I'm also assuming you know how long I've been training?"
"Hai, hai! I know!" Krillian gulped. "G-go stand over there with Videl and Sharpner."
Gohan nodded and walked towards them with a sigh. There goes any secrets he THOUGHT of having. Well, at least there'd be some one to act as a warm up in any case! He smirked at the thought of beating the former monk senseless and decided that it would do quite nicely for retribution of ruining his life. Krillian, noticing the look, gulp when he reached the end of the list.
"I'm going to pair you up...the more experienced ones will be helping the others once I know what you can do. Gohan, you and Sharpner first, winner against Videl. Same rules as the Budokai, and Gohan? Don't send anyone through the floor. Ring is marked on the gym floor."
"Don't be too upset when you lose, Gohan. I trained with the master himself." Sharpner bragged sticking his nose into the air in what he thought to be a dignified manner.
"You forget yourself." Gohan told him in a whisper that could be heard across the gym. A superior smirk crossed his features. "I trained under Ma Junior, my father, and other masters that make Hurcule look like an amateur."
"They use useless light tricks." Sharpner told him, rolling his eyes. Gohan bit back a growl and tried to get his rage under control. No one called his friends weak, and NO ONE insulted his father.
"Take him in the ring, Gohan. Not out here where I'll have to give you detention." Krillian told him quickly.
"Of course. Can't kill him on accident out here." Gohan agreed. Before the shocked class could blink, Gohan had thrown Sharpner into the ring by his collar and leapt in gracefully himself.
"So let's settle this, Sharpner." Gohan bared his teeth. "You wanted to win? Bring it on."
Sharpner leapt at the Demi Saiya-Jin shouting out "Megaton Punch!" Only to have the attack stop by Gohan's finger.
"Come now, surely you can do better?" Gohan asked not even taking a stance.
"That's not all I've got!" Sharpner attacked again, Gohan not even bothering to block. A rain of blows fell one after another and Gohan sighed, lifting a hand to stop the last on before it hit.
"Are you going to hit me in a way I can feel anytime soon?" Gohan questioned. "Or do I have to finish this now?"
The look on the blonde's face gave the answer. Those had been hard punches. Gohan sighed. This generation was so weak and gullible. He punched the air stopping before Sharpner's face, the force of the punch hitting him out of the ring.
"Pathetic." Gohan spat, crossing his arms.
Krillian sighed. "Control yourself. You sound like Vegita."
"And your point?"
"Gohan, that's not something to be proud of."
"Krillian, are you going to start the next match of not? Videl is much stronger than him. No CHALLANGE, certainly, but a warm-up, at least."
"Fine. Videl? Ready?"
"To take him down a peg or two? Yes." The girl jumped into the ring. Krillian gave the shout to begin the match and she rushed him. Gohan sidestepped.
"She has potential." Gohan muttered to himself and smirked. He could play with her, if nothing else. He pretended to be worried, as though he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Videl, growing confident, tried to end the match, giving him a hard kick to the mid-section.
"Not bad." Gohan complemented. "I might have almost felt that if you were a few hundred times stronger."
"You're losing. Or haven't you noticed?" Videl replied, giving the demi Saiya-Jin another kick.
"Am I? Or am I toying with you?" Gohan asked softly, tackling her and pinning her to the floor.
"You're toying..." She struggled to get away to no avail. "What?" She exclaimed, confused. "This isn't possible!"
"What is possible, then? Because this is happening." Gohan smirked.
"I don't understand..." Gohan lifted her into the air and dropped her outside the ring calmly.
"Then maybe you should learn." He turned away.
"Gohan wins." Krillian announced tiredly. As though that would be a surprise to him...in a few million years. The class gaped openly in surprise, no one thought he'd win! Krillian called them quickly back to attention.
"I noticed, Krillian." Gohan told him dryly.
"They were too shell shocked." The former monk pointed out.
Gohan made a small sound of annoyance and held his hand out to Videl. "You didn't to bad for not having decent training." He told her. The girl narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but took his hand anyway. To her immense surprise, he pulled her lightly to her feet and made sure she was steady before he let go.
He was like an opposite of himself. A walking paradox, Videl decided then. He had not hesitation to hurt someone, but he was also a decent sport about it. To her in any case. Was his true motive to be friends or was he trying to get famous too? There was no answer at that point and Videl didn't want to ask, fearing the answer. He seemed to want to be a true friend, not getting closer to her father, he hadn't even ASKED about her father, and she didn't have many friends like that.
Krillian caught her confusion and shook his head. "You didn't do to badly against Gohan. But don't try to figure him out. His nickname's the walking paradox." He informed the girl with a sigh. "We all gave up on figuring him out a while ago."
"I was too smart for them to get anywhere." Gohan grinned, the first real smile Videl had seen on him today, and punched Krillian lightly on the shoulder. Krillian grinned in relief- he wasn't going to die after all- and nodded in agreement.
"So, how do you tow know each other?" Videl looked back and forth between the two.
"Later. I have a class to teach. Gohan, you and Videl take the more advanced student, Sharpner...is he still out? I take that back. Gohan, take the most advanced, Videl, take the intermediate and I'll take the beginners. When Sharpner wakes up, he'll be in your class, Gohan."
"Whatever you say, Krillian-Sensei." Videl bowed slightly and headed toward the middle group.
"What do you want me to teach them?" Gohan asked.
"You're simplest kata. And do is slowly. You simplest is still harder than most." Krillian said, turning away to face his class.
"Right." Gohan jogged slowly towards his group of students.
"Hey, Krillian-sensei? What was I teaching?"
"Um...teach the more advanced kicks and punches...and watch their forms. I was watching them earlier while you warmed up and some seemed like they'd probably be off-balance."
"Okay, Krillian-sensei." Videl bowed again and the trio got to work.
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It was fun, teaching, Gohan thought as he showed his class the kata and corrected their forms for it. He didn't get to do it much, he had helped teach Goten and Trunks and enjoyed it a lot. He and Vegita would take turns training them, and then do it alone. If Goku had lived, he would be training his youngest son right now. Gohan bit his lip until he'd lost the urge to cry. His father had stayed dead for the planet. For Gohan. For everyone. That didn't mean it didn't hurt.
"Wow!" Videl watched him in amazement. "He's really good!"
"Thanks!" Gohan grinned at her, to her amazement.
"You heard me? I didn't think I was talking that loudly."
Gohan shrugged. "Like I said, I have good hearing. How is your class?"
"Better, I suppose. So, how do you know Krillian?"
"Friend of the family's." Gohan obviously didn't want to talk about it. Videl, looking a little confused at his lack of reply, got the hint and didn't make any further comments.
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The bell rang to signal the end of class sometime later. Gohan, happy to leave the boring class, rushed out and sighed. "Thank you Dende!" He looked to the sky. "But, Popo, you better watch your back!"
"Who's Popo?" Videl met up with him just outside the room. "We have literature next." She added as an afterthought.
"Right. Where's that at?"
"Not to far from the room we were in for math. But who's Popo?"
"A friend of Dende's."
"Who's Dende?"
"Kami."
"Who's Kami? Was he named after the god of earth?"
"No. He IS the god of earth." Gohan rolled his eyes. "If you're quite finished asking me incredibly stupid questions?"
"YOU KNOW GOD?!" Videl shrieked.
"Yes." Gohan barked in reply. "Now shut up! You're hurting my ears!"
"Sorry." The rest of the trip was made in silence.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Videl walked into the class leaving Gohan standing outside, per orders. "I want to tell you who you are first, then someone'll come get you." She'd told him, giving him a glare. He had to admit, she was pretty scary looking with that glare. Kind of like his mother...
So Gohan stood there, like a fool, in the middle of the hallway, while Videl told the teacher about him. With a scowl directed in the general direction of the door, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway form the door, waiting for some one to fetch him.
The door opened several moments later and Videl motioned for him to come inside, before running to take her seat in the back of the room. The teacher, a woman with graying black hair and an expression between a glare and a grimace, nodded to him. "Tell us something about yourself."
Her voice was nasal and rather unpleasant by any standards, but was murder to Gohan, with his sharper-than human senses. He sighed and thanked everything holy his hearing wasn't as good as Piccolo's.
"I am Son Gohan, son of Son Goku and Son Chichi." The other teens blanched. They'd heard of him. Good. "I like martial arts, and take no crap. All earlier threats you may have heard from me still apply."
Videl snickered a little at that, his attitude was defiantly one to be reckoned with but nothing like hers, and he had a gleam in his eye that stated he was dead serious. The teacher, having missed most of the speech, nodded and told Gohan to sit in the front. Gohan gave a polite little bow and sat down, groaning inwardly. There was no Videl to keep him awake now!
Videl was having similar thoughts as she sank down in her seat, trying not to fall asleep before the class even began.
The teacher began the lesson and Gohan's head slowly began to droop towards his desk. The teacher, noticing his vegetative state, scowled. "Son Gohan!" She screeched.
Gohan shot up, clasping his hands over his ears in pain. "Hai?" He asked, muttering several choice words shortly after. "May I help you?"
"Yes. Why don't you tell me who wrote the Book "Hurcule's Life?" Since you seem to know what were talking about well enough to sleep." She smirked. No one ever answered the question correctly, thinking Hurcule was too busy to write a book about himself.
"Judging from the bad grammar alone, it had to be Hurcule." Gohan rolled his eyes. "How stupid are you people?"
"I will not tolerate disrespect, young man! Go stand out in the hall with these buckets for the rest of the period."
"Give them here. And I want the homework. I may as well do something constructive while I'm out there." Gohan shrugged. "It has to beat your class."
The teacher smirked. "Just for that, you get the BIG buckets." She pointed to them and Gohan raised an eyebrow. They were only the big buckets that tar was kept it. What was so bad about that? He shrugged, picked them both up in one hand and grabbed his books with the other.
The students gaped and their eyes widened. This kid could not possibly be human.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
(A/N) Hope you all liked! I was kinda hard put to figure out what to do in this chapter. It'll go faster after the first day, honest, but I want everyone to get to know this form of his character better. review, please!
Later!
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~