Alone
Shadow Knight
Chapter 10: Smokeless Embers
Note: POV's get switched just a bit. First is Rogue's, and then it switches to some members from her past.see if you can find out.
Some important info at bottom.
Enjoy. ^_^
~
"Don't forget..
Rogue.
Don't forget your famil-"
My eyes snapped open, the soft whisper caressing my mind. I pushed my hands against the steel wall beside me. Sitting up, I brought my hands up to my face and scrubbed roughly, trying to rid myself of the hazy effects sleep had on the mind. Then I remembered. Cracking open my fingers, I stared deftly through the veil of my pale hands.
What. who was that?
My body jerked involuntarily as we went over a bump. I turned around and combed my hair back into my hood. Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead against the cool pane of glass. As the pleasant numbness bit into my flesh, I tried to concentrate.
"Don't forget."
Blink.
As the voice flickered in my memory, my carefully composed concentration was shattered. It was strange. Usually, when I heard voices in my dreams, I didn't think twice about it, but something was different about this one. I knew that I never heard that voice before, yet.. it sounded familiar somehow.
It sounded caring.
I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from thinking about the voice. What was I thinking? I had a mission to complete. I didn't have time to squander time and thoughts over simple dreams.
But.
I hesitated. What if. what if it was someone who cared about me? I knew from the loneliness that tainted the voice that whoever it was was sad. I felt my mind slip deeper into the mystery. It enclosed my mind as if a perfect fitting glove. What if it was someone who love-"
"Ouch!"
I backed away from the window and raised my cold fingers to my head. I let my body sink deeply into the chair as I massaged my temples delicately. I knew that buses were bumpy, but this wasn't what caused the pain to scorch in my head now.
Damn migraines.
They had been getting worse lately. I couldn't stand it when I would be just sitting around and suddenly a migraine would come on to attack me. I couldn't even begin to describe to a person what it felt like when people would stare at me oddly, wondering why I would hunch over in my seat, seething and cursing through my teeth. No. they didn't exactly understand how painful it felt.
I sighed and let my head loll slightly about the crooks of my shoulders. Reaching deftly into my pocket I pulled out the familiar bottle of aspirin and let a few tumble into my hand. Chomping down on the chewable medicine, I pulled out a map and a red pen from my bag. Spreading out the map before me, my eyes flickered briefly over the title of the map: Bayville.
Scanning the map, I subconsciously pulled out my mission file, my eyes never leaving the map. Taking one quick peep at my papers, I quickly found my target's main place of residence and circled it. It was located in the thicker part of the city. Suddenly, by a strange impulse, my eyes flicked over to another spot on the map. A blank green sheet of land stared back at me.
That's strange. I thought. There's something supposed to be there. isn't there?
An unexpected image fluttered into my mind's eye. A mansion.filled with kids.
Suddenly, an angry pulse of pain busted through my head. I clenched my teeth and tried to calm the pounding. I quickly stuffed the map back into my bag and laid down onto the plush seats. Slowly, the pain seemed to fade away.
As a stinging tear slipped down my cheek, I tried to remember where I was stopping to get off the bus. My thoughts flew rapidly. Somewhere.. somewhere near some school. The School for Gifted Youngsters.
Or something like that.
~
".Miss.please.wake.wake up."
I felt warm hands clasping around my arm, gently nudging me. My body took pleasure in the warmth, and for a moment, I didn't want to stir. But then I remembered it was someone I didn't know.
Someone who could identify me to the authorities.
Jerking away from the warm grasp, I leaped up from my seat and quickly grabbed my things. When I turned and looked to the person who was trying to wake me, I found myself staring into a pair of dark eyes. With his hair dyed a bright blond, I thought it somewhat strange. His darkly toned skin did match well with it somewhat, I mused. He smiled crookedly as I gave him an appraising glare.
He quickly moved out of my way and allowed me to move. He looked like he was fresh out of college. Or at least from his first year. Wearing a college sweatshirt, I supposed as much. I quickly made my way up to the front, the man's thumping footsteps sounding behind me.
As I passed by the front, my eyes screwed to my left for a moment where the bus driver sat. With long locks of black hair tapping his chin, it gave him sort of a punk look, but how couldn't it with him being so young? He wore similar attire to that of the other man. He wasn't wearing a sweatshirt or anything, but the slight glimmer of a graduation ring smiled at me.
Stepping off, I turned slightly and saw the dark toned man talking to the bus driver. But, before I could read off their lips, they were gone in a huff of black, curling smoke. I slipped the hood of my sweatshirt around my head. It was going to take a long time to find the place I was staying at.
I breathed out a long sigh, my breath causing a cloud to form in the air. Yes, it was going to take a long, long time.
~
(Different P.O.V.)
Slam!
"Geeze, why are we stuck with these kind of jobs? Couldn't we have found something just a bit better? I mean bus drivers?! How lame is that?"
Even as I heard my friend's disappointed voice after leaving the large bus, I couldn't help but block it out. My mind was in a haze of fog and confusion. As we slowly walked over to my car, I pulled out my keys slowly and mechanically. Why was I feeling so. numb? It was as if something phenomenal had just happened.and I missed it. Something was wrong I knew that much.
"Buddy? You okay?"
I felt my eyes flicker momentarily as the voice slipped through my reverie. Facing the boy staring at me, I smiled briefly and opened one of the doors to the car. "Yeah," I replied curtly, "I'm okay. Let's get going, Evan."
As one slim eyebrow rose archly, I knew that he doubted me. Soon, we were off in the car, roaring down the road. I rolled down my window and let my hand droop into my backpack. My thin fingers searched desperately for a slim, narrow box, but stopped as soon as I realized what I was doing. I quickly jerked my hand from the bag and grabbed my gum that sat on the dashboard.
I tore open a piece and quickly began chewing on it. Soon, I felt a sense of relief flow over me slightly, making my eyes slightly droopy.
"So. you're still dealing with that, Kurt?"
Brushing back a long strand of my black hair, I curled it behind my ear. I breathed out a long and tired sigh. Then, without facing him, I kept my eyes trained on the road and simply nodded. Yes. I was still dealing with it.
After all, smoking becomes quite a strong addiction after a bit.
Even as the wind from the highway scrubbed at my cheeks, I knew that it would never wash the filthy smoke that layered deep within my furry skin. When I first picked up a box, I didn't think about using them. they were just Logan's after all. I just found them. My smoking habit didn't come from the want to try one.
No. I needed them.
When Rogue. my sister. left, I felt cold, hollow inside for so long. I had. failed everyone from saving her, from getting her back. I had failed her. I tried to convince the others that I was happy still. That it didn't hurt me too bad.
But I knew I was lying.
And soon, they started to know that I was too. I knew that before my mask of smiles crumbled before me, I had to find something. something to help me get over it. I was afraid of talking to someone, because I was afraid I'd just break down. That's when I found them on the floor one day.
A pack of cigarettes.
I intended to return them to Logan, but. maybe. if I had just one. they'd calm my nerves and help me return to normal. Somehow. So I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, washing away all the pain that burned inside of me. I put all the pain away behind a layer of grit and guiltiness.
As the gum slowly lost its flavor, I stuffed in another one. It took me a while to realize that Rogue wouldn't be coming back. I looked for her for a long time, but I never found her. She was always good at avoiding people after all. Now, I had admitted to myself that smoking wasn't going to solve my problems. So, with a heavy heart, I threw away my cigarettes and tried everything to get away from them.
They still haunted me like relentless ghosts of the past, but I've changed. Now, I'm seeing a girl I'm quite happy with, a pretty one named Amanda. She even knows of my mutation and still loves me. She just wants to be with me for me.
She won't leave me.
Suddenly, I realized that the silence of the car was startling. Turning to Evan, I glanced at him and found him staring aimlessly out the window, caught up in his thoughts. His eyes clouded slightly. Curiosity bit at me fiercely, making me anxious to know what was on his mind. Evan usually wasn't this quiet, so I knew it must be something important.
I licked my dry lips and asked hesitantly.
"What's up Evan?"
He suddenly blinked and turned to me, startled to see me staring at him. Almost as if he had forgotten I was there. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. I stared at him expectantly, my tail rapping slightly against the door. "Well," I sighed patiently.
"There was. a girl."
"Well yeah, Evan," I replied, almost exasperated to know that he was going all weird on me because of a girl. I mean sure, I had been stunned about girls like Amanda and such, but with him, he spoke as if he were dead serious about the matter, "I see a lot of girls too, but-"
"No. she was different. There was something about her that really struck a chord. And it wasn't a friendly one, but. it was familiar."
Even as his voice slowly trailed off, I could tell what his thoughts were. I turned back to the road. Although he began to start up again, I knew what he was going to ask. As his baritone voice whipped slightly in the air, I clenched my teeth firmly.
"Do you think. it could be Rogue?"
I forced myself to stare straightforward. I bit my bottom lip roughly, trying not to scream at Evan for being such a fool. For being such a cruel person. How could he? How could he bring up a topic like that? To me of all people?
.. But, I knew it wasn't his fault, he didn't know exactly how I felt. He was simply like the others and me. Desperately hoping that we would wake up. Wake from a dark, nightmarish, land. That Rogue would still be with us. That she never ran away, and maybe.there was a chance we'd find her again.
But I knew just as the others did that we were stuck in a hopeless dream.
Biting on my lips roughly, I felt the sweet, sickly flavor of blood taint my lips. I licked at them quickly and simply shrugged my shoulders to Evan's question. I knew that the hopeful light in his eyes had faded; I knew that I had crushed another one of his hopes. But even as I forced back the bitter tears that threatened to spill over my eyes, I knew he was thinking the same thing as I.
Mutants never had wonderful lives. Including Rogue and us.
~
(Rogue's P.O.V.)
A huff of vapor curled from my lips. It was becoming colder, I mused. I pulled my clothes tighter to my body as the wind tumbled down the street. Briskly, I walked down the sidewalk, my boots thudding soundly. Suddenly, I felt a pull. Looking up, I watched as I steadily approached a pair of gates.
Thud.
I pulled back my hood slightly from my eyes and let my eyes travel up the length of the gates. Black iron grinned back at me with a cold, metal grin. I peered between the bars and saw a tall mansion standing. I felt a spark behind my eyes.
There was something familiar about this place.
Unconsciously, I raised a hand up to the gates and touched them. For my curiosity, I received a small electric shock. I jumped back in surprise of the static electricity that bit back at me and taking one last glance at the mansion's shadowed windows, I began walking down the street. I soon found the apartment where I was to stay. After filing under a false name, I quickly undressed and got a warm shower.
As the steaming water hit me, I tried to scrub away the jitters I felt shaking my system. There was something different about this mission. There was something that was scaring me. And the worst thing was.
I didn't know what it was.
~
(Different P.O.V.)
Darkness.
I sensed it this afternoon.
A malicious and cold heart. I felt it as if I had been stung by a bee. When I first felt the coldness, I was skeptical. After all.
What ever happens in Bayville anymore?
But, now. yes, after feeling it so close, I knew it was real. We had a new foe in our comely little city. There was a new enemy we were to face. I would have to alert my X-Men soon that we would have to watch out for this new arrival. This one may just stir up enough trouble to turn our humble city into a world of chaos.
I arched my fingers before me, trying to concentrate as the flames of the fire before me flickered about wildly like dancing figures. Yet, I couldn't find the location of the dark hearted one. No, they had their mind guarded. But soon, soon they would let their guard down and they're feelings would be laid out before me like a hand of cards.
I had no doubt that we would have an. interesting acquaintance when we finally met. I raised my hand up to my head, brushing my fingers along my temples. I knew I shouldn't, but I felt worried about it now. meeting with the new arrival.
Somewhere, if just in my gut, I sensed that there was going to be something different about this fight. Something altogether disturbing and familiar.
And I feared, that our encounter was going to be all too soon.
~
Phew! ^_^ Done! I'm so glad too! I hope that you enjoyed that chapter. I know it wasn't as long or action filled as the other one's, but I wanted to get some facts and stuff down.
Oh, and if you were confused, the first and second P.O.V.'s are Rogue, and the third is Kurt's while with Evan. Fourth was Rogue's, and The last was our familiar telepathic: Xavier. Hope you understand it now. ^_^
In the next chapter: Rogue goes to see her target at a large party.a masquerade ball. Who's her target? Find out in the next exciting chapter!!!! :o)
Gee, now I'm starting to sound like a show announcer. Ah well. PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE.well, I'll write anyway, but it would be nice. ^_~ Ciao.
Shadow Knight
Chapter 10: Smokeless Embers
Note: POV's get switched just a bit. First is Rogue's, and then it switches to some members from her past.see if you can find out.
Some important info at bottom.
Enjoy. ^_^
~
"Don't forget..
Rogue.
Don't forget your famil-"
My eyes snapped open, the soft whisper caressing my mind. I pushed my hands against the steel wall beside me. Sitting up, I brought my hands up to my face and scrubbed roughly, trying to rid myself of the hazy effects sleep had on the mind. Then I remembered. Cracking open my fingers, I stared deftly through the veil of my pale hands.
What. who was that?
My body jerked involuntarily as we went over a bump. I turned around and combed my hair back into my hood. Leaning forward, I pressed my forehead against the cool pane of glass. As the pleasant numbness bit into my flesh, I tried to concentrate.
"Don't forget."
Blink.
As the voice flickered in my memory, my carefully composed concentration was shattered. It was strange. Usually, when I heard voices in my dreams, I didn't think twice about it, but something was different about this one. I knew that I never heard that voice before, yet.. it sounded familiar somehow.
It sounded caring.
I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from thinking about the voice. What was I thinking? I had a mission to complete. I didn't have time to squander time and thoughts over simple dreams.
But.
I hesitated. What if. what if it was someone who cared about me? I knew from the loneliness that tainted the voice that whoever it was was sad. I felt my mind slip deeper into the mystery. It enclosed my mind as if a perfect fitting glove. What if it was someone who love-"
"Ouch!"
I backed away from the window and raised my cold fingers to my head. I let my body sink deeply into the chair as I massaged my temples delicately. I knew that buses were bumpy, but this wasn't what caused the pain to scorch in my head now.
Damn migraines.
They had been getting worse lately. I couldn't stand it when I would be just sitting around and suddenly a migraine would come on to attack me. I couldn't even begin to describe to a person what it felt like when people would stare at me oddly, wondering why I would hunch over in my seat, seething and cursing through my teeth. No. they didn't exactly understand how painful it felt.
I sighed and let my head loll slightly about the crooks of my shoulders. Reaching deftly into my pocket I pulled out the familiar bottle of aspirin and let a few tumble into my hand. Chomping down on the chewable medicine, I pulled out a map and a red pen from my bag. Spreading out the map before me, my eyes flickered briefly over the title of the map: Bayville.
Scanning the map, I subconsciously pulled out my mission file, my eyes never leaving the map. Taking one quick peep at my papers, I quickly found my target's main place of residence and circled it. It was located in the thicker part of the city. Suddenly, by a strange impulse, my eyes flicked over to another spot on the map. A blank green sheet of land stared back at me.
That's strange. I thought. There's something supposed to be there. isn't there?
An unexpected image fluttered into my mind's eye. A mansion.filled with kids.
Suddenly, an angry pulse of pain busted through my head. I clenched my teeth and tried to calm the pounding. I quickly stuffed the map back into my bag and laid down onto the plush seats. Slowly, the pain seemed to fade away.
As a stinging tear slipped down my cheek, I tried to remember where I was stopping to get off the bus. My thoughts flew rapidly. Somewhere.. somewhere near some school. The School for Gifted Youngsters.
Or something like that.
~
".Miss.please.wake.wake up."
I felt warm hands clasping around my arm, gently nudging me. My body took pleasure in the warmth, and for a moment, I didn't want to stir. But then I remembered it was someone I didn't know.
Someone who could identify me to the authorities.
Jerking away from the warm grasp, I leaped up from my seat and quickly grabbed my things. When I turned and looked to the person who was trying to wake me, I found myself staring into a pair of dark eyes. With his hair dyed a bright blond, I thought it somewhat strange. His darkly toned skin did match well with it somewhat, I mused. He smiled crookedly as I gave him an appraising glare.
He quickly moved out of my way and allowed me to move. He looked like he was fresh out of college. Or at least from his first year. Wearing a college sweatshirt, I supposed as much. I quickly made my way up to the front, the man's thumping footsteps sounding behind me.
As I passed by the front, my eyes screwed to my left for a moment where the bus driver sat. With long locks of black hair tapping his chin, it gave him sort of a punk look, but how couldn't it with him being so young? He wore similar attire to that of the other man. He wasn't wearing a sweatshirt or anything, but the slight glimmer of a graduation ring smiled at me.
Stepping off, I turned slightly and saw the dark toned man talking to the bus driver. But, before I could read off their lips, they were gone in a huff of black, curling smoke. I slipped the hood of my sweatshirt around my head. It was going to take a long time to find the place I was staying at.
I breathed out a long sigh, my breath causing a cloud to form in the air. Yes, it was going to take a long, long time.
~
(Different P.O.V.)
Slam!
"Geeze, why are we stuck with these kind of jobs? Couldn't we have found something just a bit better? I mean bus drivers?! How lame is that?"
Even as I heard my friend's disappointed voice after leaving the large bus, I couldn't help but block it out. My mind was in a haze of fog and confusion. As we slowly walked over to my car, I pulled out my keys slowly and mechanically. Why was I feeling so. numb? It was as if something phenomenal had just happened.and I missed it. Something was wrong I knew that much.
"Buddy? You okay?"
I felt my eyes flicker momentarily as the voice slipped through my reverie. Facing the boy staring at me, I smiled briefly and opened one of the doors to the car. "Yeah," I replied curtly, "I'm okay. Let's get going, Evan."
As one slim eyebrow rose archly, I knew that he doubted me. Soon, we were off in the car, roaring down the road. I rolled down my window and let my hand droop into my backpack. My thin fingers searched desperately for a slim, narrow box, but stopped as soon as I realized what I was doing. I quickly jerked my hand from the bag and grabbed my gum that sat on the dashboard.
I tore open a piece and quickly began chewing on it. Soon, I felt a sense of relief flow over me slightly, making my eyes slightly droopy.
"So. you're still dealing with that, Kurt?"
Brushing back a long strand of my black hair, I curled it behind my ear. I breathed out a long and tired sigh. Then, without facing him, I kept my eyes trained on the road and simply nodded. Yes. I was still dealing with it.
After all, smoking becomes quite a strong addiction after a bit.
Even as the wind from the highway scrubbed at my cheeks, I knew that it would never wash the filthy smoke that layered deep within my furry skin. When I first picked up a box, I didn't think about using them. they were just Logan's after all. I just found them. My smoking habit didn't come from the want to try one.
No. I needed them.
When Rogue. my sister. left, I felt cold, hollow inside for so long. I had. failed everyone from saving her, from getting her back. I had failed her. I tried to convince the others that I was happy still. That it didn't hurt me too bad.
But I knew I was lying.
And soon, they started to know that I was too. I knew that before my mask of smiles crumbled before me, I had to find something. something to help me get over it. I was afraid of talking to someone, because I was afraid I'd just break down. That's when I found them on the floor one day.
A pack of cigarettes.
I intended to return them to Logan, but. maybe. if I had just one. they'd calm my nerves and help me return to normal. Somehow. So I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, washing away all the pain that burned inside of me. I put all the pain away behind a layer of grit and guiltiness.
As the gum slowly lost its flavor, I stuffed in another one. It took me a while to realize that Rogue wouldn't be coming back. I looked for her for a long time, but I never found her. She was always good at avoiding people after all. Now, I had admitted to myself that smoking wasn't going to solve my problems. So, with a heavy heart, I threw away my cigarettes and tried everything to get away from them.
They still haunted me like relentless ghosts of the past, but I've changed. Now, I'm seeing a girl I'm quite happy with, a pretty one named Amanda. She even knows of my mutation and still loves me. She just wants to be with me for me.
She won't leave me.
Suddenly, I realized that the silence of the car was startling. Turning to Evan, I glanced at him and found him staring aimlessly out the window, caught up in his thoughts. His eyes clouded slightly. Curiosity bit at me fiercely, making me anxious to know what was on his mind. Evan usually wasn't this quiet, so I knew it must be something important.
I licked my dry lips and asked hesitantly.
"What's up Evan?"
He suddenly blinked and turned to me, startled to see me staring at him. Almost as if he had forgotten I was there. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. I stared at him expectantly, my tail rapping slightly against the door. "Well," I sighed patiently.
"There was. a girl."
"Well yeah, Evan," I replied, almost exasperated to know that he was going all weird on me because of a girl. I mean sure, I had been stunned about girls like Amanda and such, but with him, he spoke as if he were dead serious about the matter, "I see a lot of girls too, but-"
"No. she was different. There was something about her that really struck a chord. And it wasn't a friendly one, but. it was familiar."
Even as his voice slowly trailed off, I could tell what his thoughts were. I turned back to the road. Although he began to start up again, I knew what he was going to ask. As his baritone voice whipped slightly in the air, I clenched my teeth firmly.
"Do you think. it could be Rogue?"
I forced myself to stare straightforward. I bit my bottom lip roughly, trying not to scream at Evan for being such a fool. For being such a cruel person. How could he? How could he bring up a topic like that? To me of all people?
.. But, I knew it wasn't his fault, he didn't know exactly how I felt. He was simply like the others and me. Desperately hoping that we would wake up. Wake from a dark, nightmarish, land. That Rogue would still be with us. That she never ran away, and maybe.there was a chance we'd find her again.
But I knew just as the others did that we were stuck in a hopeless dream.
Biting on my lips roughly, I felt the sweet, sickly flavor of blood taint my lips. I licked at them quickly and simply shrugged my shoulders to Evan's question. I knew that the hopeful light in his eyes had faded; I knew that I had crushed another one of his hopes. But even as I forced back the bitter tears that threatened to spill over my eyes, I knew he was thinking the same thing as I.
Mutants never had wonderful lives. Including Rogue and us.
~
(Rogue's P.O.V.)
A huff of vapor curled from my lips. It was becoming colder, I mused. I pulled my clothes tighter to my body as the wind tumbled down the street. Briskly, I walked down the sidewalk, my boots thudding soundly. Suddenly, I felt a pull. Looking up, I watched as I steadily approached a pair of gates.
Thud.
I pulled back my hood slightly from my eyes and let my eyes travel up the length of the gates. Black iron grinned back at me with a cold, metal grin. I peered between the bars and saw a tall mansion standing. I felt a spark behind my eyes.
There was something familiar about this place.
Unconsciously, I raised a hand up to the gates and touched them. For my curiosity, I received a small electric shock. I jumped back in surprise of the static electricity that bit back at me and taking one last glance at the mansion's shadowed windows, I began walking down the street. I soon found the apartment where I was to stay. After filing under a false name, I quickly undressed and got a warm shower.
As the steaming water hit me, I tried to scrub away the jitters I felt shaking my system. There was something different about this mission. There was something that was scaring me. And the worst thing was.
I didn't know what it was.
~
(Different P.O.V.)
Darkness.
I sensed it this afternoon.
A malicious and cold heart. I felt it as if I had been stung by a bee. When I first felt the coldness, I was skeptical. After all.
What ever happens in Bayville anymore?
But, now. yes, after feeling it so close, I knew it was real. We had a new foe in our comely little city. There was a new enemy we were to face. I would have to alert my X-Men soon that we would have to watch out for this new arrival. This one may just stir up enough trouble to turn our humble city into a world of chaos.
I arched my fingers before me, trying to concentrate as the flames of the fire before me flickered about wildly like dancing figures. Yet, I couldn't find the location of the dark hearted one. No, they had their mind guarded. But soon, soon they would let their guard down and they're feelings would be laid out before me like a hand of cards.
I had no doubt that we would have an. interesting acquaintance when we finally met. I raised my hand up to my head, brushing my fingers along my temples. I knew I shouldn't, but I felt worried about it now. meeting with the new arrival.
Somewhere, if just in my gut, I sensed that there was going to be something different about this fight. Something altogether disturbing and familiar.
And I feared, that our encounter was going to be all too soon.
~
Phew! ^_^ Done! I'm so glad too! I hope that you enjoyed that chapter. I know it wasn't as long or action filled as the other one's, but I wanted to get some facts and stuff down.
Oh, and if you were confused, the first and second P.O.V.'s are Rogue, and the third is Kurt's while with Evan. Fourth was Rogue's, and The last was our familiar telepathic: Xavier. Hope you understand it now. ^_^
In the next chapter: Rogue goes to see her target at a large party.a masquerade ball. Who's her target? Find out in the next exciting chapter!!!! :o)
Gee, now I'm starting to sound like a show announcer. Ah well. PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE.well, I'll write anyway, but it would be nice. ^_~ Ciao.