(Tsumina: I'm hoping this chapter will be more entertaining. I don't have much of a funniness motivation right now. I'm listening to "Tomo e". If you haven't heard it, it's very beautiful and you should try to find a midi file of it or something. I think it translates to "To My Friend". Tomoyo sings it, I don't know when though. Ah well, I always enjoy nice songs like that so if you have time, try to find it! Have any of you found out what Yue's been feeling yet? Chibi Cherry Spirit made a guess at love. What do you think?)
Clow gathered Yue into his arms and Yue cried into Clow's sleeve. Oh, how he loathed this 'crying'. He felt too weak and helpless.
"I'm sorry for my weakness," Yue mumbled, "I will not cry anymore." He got up, turned away, and rubbed a fist over the tears.
"No," Clow said sternly, "Accept emotion. Give in to it. If you avoid it, it will only become worse. And if you do not show that you have it around others, they might not show it for you."
"I don't care. I do not need others to show me their emotions."
"There will be a time," Clow said sagely, "when that's just what you'll want."
He woke, but kept his eyes closed. He was slightly frustrated. Why did the dream continue? Was it even a dream? It seemed too real. He noticed that his regular clothes were laying bloodstained at the foot of the bed. He was now donned in a long, plain, and white shirt.
Click click.
A tapping noise from across the room. The sound of someone straining. A cry of anguish. Yue sat up quickly and painfully, wincing as he moved his mangled wing. It was all for an unnecessary cause.
"Why can't I beat this level?!" Kero almost yelled, throwing the controller down and stomping on it in a fit.
"Keroberos, is there nothing more important to you than video games and meals?" Yue growled.
"Yeah, dessert." Kero automatically answered, snatching up the controller and walking towards the reset button. "How're your wings?"
"I think I will hide them now. They are very painful and look ridiculous."
"Naw, don't do that," Kero said. The word 'Konami' appeared on the screen. "They won't heal good and the bandaids might get absorbed into you too. Tomoyo doesn't want us to take any risks."
"We are in Miss Daidouji's house?" He looked around at the unfamiliar bedroom. In a way, it resembled Sakura's. The same yellow walls, many of the same stuffed animals, and, of course, the idiotic video game system to which the Great Keroberos was so thoroughly attached. Some Guardian of the Seal, he thought sarcastically.
Tomoyo walked in, dressed in a modest, white dress with a light blue bow in the back. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, which was also laced in a pretty sky blue cloth. In her hands, she very carefully held a first aid kit.
"Good morning, Yue. You're up early." she said cheerfully. Yue looked up at the clock. It was seven in the morning.
"Who bandaged my wings?" he inquired.
"I did," Tomoyo admitted, opening the kit and withdrawing antibacterial items and gauze, "Sorry if it seems a little awkwardly done. I've never treated wounds before and I couldn't ask someone else to do it-"
"Thank you very much." Yue said suddenly.
A little thrown off, Tomoyo nodded. "You're welcome."
She carefully undid Yue's bandages. The inside of them was a grotesque sight of dried crimson blood. Yue looked away, but Tomoyo went about her work skillfully, as if she were an experienced nurse. And as always, that smile…
"A question."
She looked at his face, "Yes?"
"How is it…that no matter what happens, you are always smiling?"
"Always smiling?" It was news to her.
"Yes. Even now, while you are dressing my wing. You are smiling. Why do you do that?"
She thought about it for a while. "I am smiling now because you're alright and Kero's alright.
That feeling. The good sort of feeling from deep within me…I feel it now…
She finished her work, and he felt somewhat fresher. The pain was dull and he could move a little more freely. Tomoyo walked over to where Kero sat, playing video games.
"Kero, your pain medicine?"
"No!!" he complained, standing up authoritatively. "I hate that icky stuff! Blech! What's it called again? Children's Tylenol? I am no child! I am the mighty Keroberos and I don't need- OW!" He landed on his bum. He had been fluttering his wings in protest.
Tomoyo gave him a cookie. "Here's your medicine."
"Eh?"
"I baked the Tylenol in there, and trust me, you'll like it."
He ate half of the large cookie in one bite and munched thoughtfully. "Hey, not bad. It tastes like strawberry shortbread! I like it! Yue, you should try this!"
"Keep in mind: I'm not longer eating," Yue replied bluntly.
"Grouch," Kero mumbled, picking up the controller again. Tomoyo watched as Kero grunted and yelled at the video game. A celebration tune began to play, and Kero did a dance.
"Woohoo! I did it! Who's the game master? I'm the game master!" He jumped on Tomoyo's shoulder and gave her a joyful kiss on the cheek, "I'm sooo happy!" Tomoyo giggled and danced around with him. He jumped back into her arms after a while and gave her a big hug.
"I'm happy," she said. "I'm proud of you!"
Pretty. Graceful. Peaceful. Caring. Patient. All she lacked were angel wings like his own and a halo. She already wore the angelic clothing. Speaking of clothing…
"Miss Daidouji," Yue ventured to ask, "How did I get into these clothes?"
She turned, blushing slightly. "Oh, I made them. None of my dolls are quite your size, or I could have given you some of their clothes to wear. But, your clothes were bloodstained, and needed to be changed. I…er…" her sentence fumbled. "…I had to dress you."
Yue felt no shame at all. He didn't mind at all, oddly enough. He wouldn't have trusted anyone as much as Tomoyo.
"Miss Daidouji," he mumbled, "You have a very kind heart. Thank you."
**
The Real Mistress of the Cards' eyes were bloodshot and droopy. She had not gotten any sleep last night. Eriol had ended up spending the night in a sleeping bag in her room to keep her company through her misery, and he too felt his eyes were scratchy. The twins were finally asleep. It was seven o'clock in the morning, and they had gone to bed three hours ago.
"Eriol, you didn't have to-" Sakura began.
"I chose to," he interrupted, though you couldn't clearly see that now he wished he hadn't. Two straight hours of 'Eriol the Pony's Pony Rides' were enough to oust him to the brink of insanity. All night long Sakura and Eriol wondered how long the twins could hold out. And that was a very long time.
"Thank you so much, Eriol!" Sakura said gratefully. He nodded, and she returned to her sleep. Now that the two troublemakers were knocked out, she and Eriol could have a little more sleep. Or, so they thought!
Toya opened the door. "Hey…MONSTER!!" he yelled. She jumped up, screaming bloody murder. Eriol too sat up suddenly. The twins, however, didn't stir.
"Toya, I'm too tired to deal with you today!" Sakura growled.
"Well, you don't have to, but you're gonna have to deal with my room! You let the kids into it last night and they messed it up! Pens and paper all over…clothes scattered…models broken…you're fixing all of it!" he said.
"If I may say," Eriol said, cutting in, "Perhaps we should all clean it up because it wasn't really Sakura's fault. She required two seconds of time to herself and they took the opportunity to raid your room. And if neither of you will clean it up, I will be more than happy to do it for you."
Toya gave Eriol a long stare, as if instead of the Hiiragizawa boy, he were a multicolored platypus. But, deciding to ignore him, he turned back and hissed into Sakura's face: "I'm NOT pickin' it up, squirt. You know, I didn't need time to myself last night, and I was working like a DOG. Cooking, sweeping, serving- That's all I did last night. And you played with little children. Of course I'll hold you responsible for slacking and letting them into my room!"
"It wasn't for me, TOYA." Sakura countered angrily, "It was for…Yue and Kero. The kids got to them last night and fiddled with them so violently that they were injured."
Toya's face instantly showed extreme concern. "Does that mean Yuki's hurt too?!"
She hung her head. "I don't know. Yue was too weak to do anything last night. He couldn't speak."
"Where's he now?"
"At Tomoyo's house. She's taking care of him."
"I'm gonna go visit later on today. You phone Daidouji up and tell her I'll be there at around two o'clock." He stormed out the door. And Sakura sighed with relief, as though a great burden were lifted from her shoulders. She noticed that Eriol was not in the room anymore. "Eriol?" she called as she wandered out of her room. She caught sight of a movement in Toya's room. There he was, folding clothes and laying them on the bed. The room was almost spotless.
"Sakura, you should get some sleep," he said, looking up from the laundry.
"But what about you, Eriol?"
"I'll be there in a minute. If this mess is cleaned up, I'm sure we'll be able to sleep soundly for a while longer without someone coming in to yell at us." He flashed her a weak smile and began picking up school papers. With another grateful grin, Sakura turned and as she walked back into her room, tripped on one of the twins' shoes and went sprawling across their sleeping bag. Toki stirred, and in turn, Satoshi woke as well.
"G'morning, Toki!"
"G'morning, Satoshi!"
They both looked at her, their eyes gleaming brightly with a renewed energy. "G'morning, Tita-Sakura!"
Sakura was on the verge of tears. Her reddened eyes watered in agony.
"Nooohooo…." she mourned. She buried her face into the sleeping bag and muttered things that, thankfully, were muffled by the polyester.
"Tita-Sakura, we're hungry. What's for breakfast?" they asked instantly.
"Ask Tito-Toya," she replied groggily, "He's downstairs in the kitchen."
"Tito-Toya! TITO-TOYA!" they yelled, almost as if it were a battle cry. They charged downstairs, and Toya's sigh of dread echoed through the house. Them and their bottomless stomachs.
"Sakura!" he called from downstairs. She didn't answer. "SAKURA!"
"OH MY GOD, TOYA! WHAT?!"
"I've gotta get to my part time job! Cook the kids some pancakes!"
She gave the wall a look that seemed to say "Why me?!" and she stumbled down the stairs with her fuzzy slippers half on her feet. The twins were dancing around the kitchen in anticipation.
"Tita! Tita! Can we have waffles?" they cried.
"I can only make pancakes," she grunted.
"Okay!" they said, just as cheerfully, "Can we help make them?"
Sakura unceremoniously dumped the instant pancake mix on the counter along with everything they needed. "By all means!" she said, throwing her hands in the air, "Cook away!" They tackled the egg carton and Sakura was too tired to hear the egg-splitting crack.
Eriol trudged down the stairs. Sakura wished so badly that he hadn't come and shared the horrific misery, but at the same time, she could have kissed him for being so kind to her.
"You want some cereal?" she groaned, reaching for two bowls and a box of Frosted Flakes.
Eriol nodded wearily and opened the refrigerator. No milk. He pointed it out to Sakura.
"No…milk?" she echoed despondently, "Well then, we have no other choice. There will not be any pancakes today, and unless you'd rather starve, we can have cereal with water or orange juice. Whichever you want."
"Tough choice," he replied with a sigh, "I think I'll take Frosted Flakes with orange juice."
Sakura handed him the orange juice and he served himself and waited at the table for her. She finished frying the twins' pancakes and providing them with knives and forks. After a moment's consideration, she took the knives away. In fact, she also took the forks away and gave them spoons. Taking her place beside Eriol, she took a bite of her cereal. She cringed as the mix of orange juice and wheat flowed down her throat.
**
Yue was walking around the bed by noontime. He had come a long way in recovery. He paced the bed sheets while Kero continued to play video games and Tomoyo tidied up the room. As she did, she sang. However, Yue noticed it wasn't the type of singing one would do when they were enjoying themselves. It seemed somewhat forced.
"Miss Daidouji?"
She turned around with a slight jerk. "Yes?" a smile. A forced smile.
"Are you alright?"
She turned back to her work, dusting the furniture. Her eyes were hidden under her bangs.
"Yes. I'm fine."
He looked hard at her. "Miss Daidouji…?"
"Hn?"
"I'll ask again: Are you alright?"
[Kero now leaves the room: he knows when he shouldn't be around]
She giggled softly…and bitterly. A little hesitantly, she turned to him. Her face was still happy. A forced sort of happy. "Yue, how is it that Miss Mizuki…and…Eriol…?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Miss Daidouji, what's wrong?"
"Ah, never mind," she scrubbed windex into a nearby window.
"Tell me what's wrong. I will listen."
"I…" she said slowly, "I was wondering if you knew what Eriol sees in Miss Mizuki?"
He sighed. She too was drawn to Clow. "He told me that she seems to be the only one who understands him."
"Is that it?"
"Well, that's a pretty big thing for him, Miss Daidouji. Not many people can do such a thing, but Ms. Mizuki also knows what strong magic is like. She knows when not to bother him. When he needs his time and space."
"How much does she love him, Yue?"
"Hm?"
"Does…she love him?"
He looked at her with a confused expression. What did she mean, did she love him? She understood him, right? Then again, how could that prove she loved him?
"I can't answer that question for him."
"Oh, that's alright," Tomoyo said, walking out the door and taking off the apron she was wearing. Once again, she revealed that beautiful dress he was very fond of. But the angelic smile was not there to match. Kero eventually wandered back inside.
"Is she okay?" he asked. He too was concerned.
"Certain…affections…" was all Yue could muster as an answer. Kero felt over his own wings with his tiny paws for a while, deep in thought.
"She's in love with Clow…but she's finding it hard to admit."
"Sh," Kero whispered, "She's coming back in."
And indeed, she walked in, and, seeing the expressions on their faces, realized they had been talking about her. She didn't say anything about it, though.
"You two should rest," she said, pulling back to the covers for them to come in. Like children listening to a mother, they complied and she gently rustled the covers over their bodies. Once more, she left the room.
About two hours later, there was a loud and angry knock at the great doors of the Daidouji estate. Tomoyo, being the only one home at the time, opened the doors, with an expression of great annoyance on her face.
It was Toya Kinomoto. He looked very…was steamy the right word?
"Where's Yuki?" he asked roughly, "Is he alright?"
She frowned. "Yes, he AND Yue are fine."
"Let me see him," he demanded.
She brought him up to her own room, where Yue and Kero were still asleep. Toya looked harshly at Yue's worn self. Inside him was his best friend.
"I want to talk to Yuki." he said to Tomoyo. She looked at him defiantly.
"Yue's too weak to do much of anything, much less transform."
"He can do it," he replied, "He's always been able to."
"Toya, I cannot force him."
"Tomoyo, I want to see Yuki."
"You'll have to wait, then."
"You don't get it. I've been missing him more than anything over the last few days. I need to talk to him! I need to get past Yue…I gotta talk to him! I wanna see if he's alright too!"
She kept an even tone. "Toya…"
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of the front of Yue's shirt. Yue woke and looked up at the angry teenager. He was threatening him. He was scared, and began to once again radiate the blue light.
"This is all your fault!!" he bellowed.
"TOYA, STOP IT!" Tomoyo yelled angrily.
Kero, who had definitely woken up, stood up and tried to rebuke Toya, but he was unstoppable. And who wouldn't be? Tomoyo thought in the back of her mind, I would do the same for Sakura if she was hidden from me like that. Not knowing how SHE was, and not some other half of her who was blunt and passive. Still…
"I SAID STOP IT!" she shrilled.
"YO, KID! CHILL!" Kero roared [Tsumi-chan: Meh, Kero roaring?]
Then, it happened all in a second. Tomoyo drew her hand back, and delivered a sharp slap to his face. He let Yue go and stared in surprise. She stared at her own hand, shocked that she'd have to go through such extremes. But, there was no remorse on her part. She turned back to Toya and said, with her eyes fixed like a cat's on a mouse, "Please leave my house."
**
Sakura, Eriol, Satoshi, and Toki stood at a crosswalk. Sakura was seething in her grouchiness and clutching her fists so tight, her nails bit into her palms. It was a good thing Eriol was holding the twins' hands, or they might not have had hands. They were on their way to Tomoyo's house and since Satoshi and Toki's house was on the same block, they brought them along too.
"Stupid…crosswalk sign…" she mumbled. Her hair was noticeably atrocious, and Eriol would have pointed it out in a polite way, had she not been quite scary. So this was one of her "Off Days".
"Sakura, you are incredibly good at functioning after almost no sleep at all!" he remarked. It was a white lie, or course. She tried to smile at him, but it came out in a twisted, non-Sakura-ish, toothy grin. It looked maniacal. The twins whimpered and hid behind Eriol.
"Tito…" they whispered uneasily.
"I am NOT waiting for that crosswalk sign to change!" she huffed, and stepped out into the street.
BEEEEEEP! A car was two feet from her, but slammed on the brakes, jousting her about two feet. Still, she was left standing.
"What is your PROBLEM?!" she shouted at the tinted windshield. Giving it a well deserved punch, she stormed across the street, with Eriol and the twins at her heels, timidly keeping their eyes down. The person in the car got out.
"Sakura?" he called.
She whirled around. "Yus?!" [Tsumi: That meant 'yes' for all you people who have never talked to a sugar high, no-sleep-last-night-person.]
"Sakura, what's wrong with you?!"
Eriol approached Fujitaka. "She is practicing an angry act for a possible school play. We might be portraying the 'Three Little Pigs', and she has been quite enthusiastic about the part of the wolf. Sir, do you mind taking the twins for a while? It would seem that Sakura is very embedded in her superb acting skills and cannot watch over them entirely, and I'd have to say: I am a terrible babysitter myself."
"Well, I'll be glad to take them home," Fujitaka said. Satoshi and Toki clambered into the back of the car without a second look at Sakura. Soon, Mr. Kinomoto was disappearing down the street.
"ERIOL! THAT CROSSWALK SIGN IS TELLING US TO GO! LET'S NOT MISS IT!" Sakura exclaimed, grabbing poor Eriol's hand and hauling him to the next sidewalk.
"Sakura, I need to tell you something," he said
"And what's that, my magical friend??" She was walking at a very fast pace and Eriol was struggling to keep up.
"You seem a little grouchy today, to put it bluntly. Perhaps we should turn back and you could get some sleep? You seem to really need it."
"Sleep? I need no sleep!" she declared. She wobbled as the sidewalk hazed in front of her. "YOU are the o-one who needs sleep, Hii-Hiiragizawa! You…you are in love with Mitsuki…Mitsurugi…Mizuki! Yes, with Ms. Mizuki, and she is of twice your age!"
"So it would seem," Eriol said.
"And …she is too OLD!" Sakura howled hysterically. She was attracting looks from other pedestrians, "…for you…yes, too old! She is…fifty?"
"Twenty, dear Sakura."
"Yes, twenty! And you…" she pointed a dizzied finger in his face, her eyes half closed and a hard pant escaping her lips, "You are…are…"
"Your age."
"Yeah, and Syaoran's age."
"You're proposing that I ask SYAORAN to marry me, Sakura?"
"That would be the opposite of good, Hiiragizawa. It would be BAD. I would…kill you. Ask Tomoyo to marry you. You see, Tomoyo is a GIRL, and you are a BOY, and she's had a crush… do the Spanish!"
"Math, you mean?"
"Mmm…" she nodded, and suddenly collapsed with fatigue. Eriol was surprised that missing one night's sleep would take such an effect. He hoisted her onto his back and continued on to Tomoyo's house. His mind was bustling with the question: Did Tomoyo really feel that way?
[Tsumi-chan: I think I overdid that part!! It was too much fun, though]
**
Yue and Kero both felt Clow's presence become stronger and stronger. They had already devised a plan while she was out of the room.
DING DONG.
Tomoyo looked up from her cross stitch activity. There were too many people coming to her house. She opened the door.
"Eriol and…" she gasped, "SAKURA!"
"She's fine," Eriol said, trying to soothe her. "She's just had no sleep last night, the poor girl."
Tomoyo calmed down a bit. "Ah, it's a little bit of a disorder she has. She'll be fine in a few hours. I hope she didn't blurt something stupid out."
"Eh heh…" Eriol said quietly.
"Well, come in. You may put her in the room with all the other patients."
Eriol was soon inside Tomoyo's room. Her scent lingered in it. There was classical music playing (Yue had turned it on: it was part of his plan. Clow loved dancing), and the room was very neat.
"Hello Yue. Keroberos." He nodded to them, and they averted their eyes and nodded back. He settled Sakura on the bed next to Yue.
Several minutes passed, and Kero and Yue fell asleep, tired from their injuries. Eriol leaned his head back. "Ah, Fur Elise," he purred, listening to the stereo, "Written by Beethoven, a fine pianist. It would make one want to dance." And indeed, he got up and acted as if he were waltzing with an imaginary princess. His steps on the creaky floor woke Yue, but the Guardian barely stirred. He kept one eye half closed to watch what they were doing.
Tomoyo smiled, amused. "You look very silly, Mister Hiiragizawa."
"I do, do I?" he said pleasantly, "How would I put a stop to that?"
"Dance with a partner."
"Well, in that case…" he stopped his ridiculous dancing and, with one hand behind his back, offered his right to her. "May I have this dance?"
She looked at the hand, then him. "What," he asked, "Do you not dance? Should I find another partner? Kero? Yue, perhaps?"
She frowned. "I've known how to dance since I was five."
"Then may I test you?"
She placed her hand in his and he led her in a perfect waltz. She kept up with perfect timing. "See," she said, "I can dance."
"So you can," he said. Her eyes sparkled brightly, reflecting the sun that drifted in warmly from outside. Her hair rustled at her forehead. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. How had he not seen it before? Of course, he said to himself, I've never been this close. I've admired from afar.
She noticed the kind look in his eyes. Always…such a loving look. And he always held himself upright. Very handsome. And kind and understanding. Yes, these were the reasons she loved him so much.
"Tomoyo," he whispered, "Sakura…said some things…"
"Things?"
"About you…"
She blushed. What had Sakura let out?!
"And do not blush like that. It is nothing to be ashamed of. But, I had to find out myself, to see if it was true. Do you like me?"
"You said it was nothing to be ashamed of…" Tomoyo murmured, stopping the dance.
"Would you be ashamed if I said I liked you too?"
She said nothing.
"But Tomoyo, my life is with Kaho. She's the only one who seems to understand me--"
"You don't have to say it." she whispered, "I know."
"Please do not show hostility to Kaho for this. It is not her fault. I saw you stray from your normal temper very slightly when we came yesterday, Tomoyo. So slightly, there was a tinge of hostility in your voice. Please understand…"
"I do. I did not ask that I cut into your life, Eriol. I do not want to separate you two when there is so much love between you." It was her small test. Was there really love?
"Love…" he repeated. "Love…love…"
"You say it like you've never heard it before. Hasn't she ever mentioned she loves you?" she pretended surprise. She caught herself. She was being rude, by her standards. "But whether she has or not isn't the issue." A fake smile. "She most likely does."
Yue closed his eyes. He wanted to cry for her. It wasn't fair that such a beautiful angel would be in such a state.
Tomoyo broke away. Eriol looked to the window, his eyes sad. "I think it would be best if I left." He started for the door, but turned and walked back to Tomoyo and held her hands in his. He placed a delicate kiss on her cheek. "I hope there are no hard feelings."
Her lip trembled, and she lied. "None." A sad grin barely glanced his face, and he went to meet Kaho outside. She had known to pick him up around this time. It was a type of magic telepathy they shared. He could have communicated with Sakura if he wanted. Had she not said such scary words before she dozed, he would have looked into her mind to see if she as alright. Alas, the creepy smile she attempted would make him shiver at her name for many days to come.
Yue was still in bed, curled up and very deep into his thoughts. He had never wanted to cry for someone before. And here he was, about to break down for Tomoyo.
"Tomoyo…" he whispered. Her keen ears heard him.
"Y-yes…" she said, trembling. Her eyes were watering, but she did not reach up to wipe them.
"I…" He didn't have to finish his sentence. Just the fact that he had said something translated the big paragraph of words he could have said. He was feeling the unpleasant pang deep within him.
Wandering into his own mind, he seemed to see a light. He was almost touching it. Just a little further…he could almost tell what it was…
**
Eriol was quiet on the way to the hotel. Kaho couldn't help but notice.
"Eriol, are you alright?"
"Hm…" he said blankly.
"There is something troubling you…"
"I love you, Kaho." he said abruptly.
She pulled back a little, surprised that he had suddenly said it. But, she then smiled and gave a small giggle.
She didn't return it. Did this mean something? Eriol wondered. Perhaps, as Tomoyo said, she didn't need to say it. But she hadn't expressed it either. She had never given him a lover's hug or a lover's kiss. Clow was never really good when it came to love. After all, the incident with Su-yun, his first lover, had been a complete disaster. And he, Eriol, being only this many years old, didn't feel like he had much more experience. He listened to the radio all the way home, trying to push the thought to the back of his mind.
(Tsumina: MEH! I'm done with that chapter! Ah, I just couldn't resist an Eriol/Tomoyo scene. They are my favorite CCS couple. And I'll have to say: I detest the Yuki/Toya pairing, though I deal with it. Yuki would go great with Nakuru, and Toya…saaaah! I know! I know! Shut up, and don't ask me what I'm talking about! You'll see! You'll see!
I feel that in the last chapter, I relied too much on the cousins for comic relief. What do you think? I hope that this chapter was a little more enjoyable. I'm not too good at romance scenes. How was the Eriol/Tomoyo? I'm hoping it'll get better…
I've got some good, juicy things in store for the next chapter, so stay tuned! Like a TV show! And reviews! Don't forget those!)