OK, I was NOT expecting for my first chapter to actually
get loaded on ASMR, b/c I've tried so many times and failed
that it seemed impossible. But...as you can see, I've finally
gotten it up here! I'm soooooooooooo happy, it's like
winning a war or something.
Well for those reading now, I've had this story posted in
FF.net for a while time and the notes are a little dated. But
you get it easy b/c now you KNOW that i'll have a new ch.
every week since I'm practically finished w/ the fic as we speak.
Anyway, I hope you like it as much as the FF.net readers and I do, ja!
-Adrial
TO GO PLEASE
Author : Adrial
Rating : PG13
E-mail : adrial06yahoo.com
CHAPTER 2: RELEASE
Within my skull, my brain pounded wildly, pleading
for the relentless torture to cease. My breaths left my
lips in short, fleeting gasps. The clammy perspiration
coating the palms of hands caused them to slip in their
death grip on the table.
Suffocation...need air, sweet wonderful air...
I had to get out of here, but there was no exit...
no escape from this constant torment.
"What happened?"
"Was he hot?"
"Did you talk to him?"
"How was he from behind?"
"MINAKO!"
"What?"
I placed a hand over my forehead and let an exasperated
sigh flow out. At this rate they'd never stop their infinite
barrage of questions. Thanks a lot, Usagi-chan. I sent
a heated glare towards the giggling blonde and if she
registered it at all, her only reaction was to join in
their interrogation.
"Come ON, Ami-chan! If there hadn't been a counter
between the two of you, you would have pounced on him in two
seconds flat!"
Ugh, that stupid "knowing" look again. I longed for
nothing more then to smack it right off that smug little face.
The minute we entered the temple she dropped the drinks on the
table and proceeded to blab the entire--extremely uncomfortable
on my part--scene to our friends. Not to mention the fact that
she completely EXAGGERATED the better part of the story.
"You guys, please. Nothing happened. Let's just get down
to business."
Minako wasted no time in extinguishing my last attempt
at escape.
"What business? There haven't been any attacks for weeks
now. Now, tell us allll about it."
She got me. Damn it all.
I stubbornly clamped my mouth closed and pretended to
read the writing on my paper cup filled with a now lukewarm
espresso while trying desperately to smother the feelings
that arose when they mentioned the waiter who'd been invading
my thoughts for the past hour.
It had been so long since I'd gotten that 'mushy-gushy'
feeling in my stomach--not since...
Besides, it was far too soon to start any beginning of
a relationship. My heart was too raw. It couldn't handle
another blow.
"OK, guys, give it up. You know how stubborn Ami can be.
How about some brownies?"
Thank you, Makoto
At the sight of the decadent treats, Usagi pounced upon
the table with a low growl, launching two mochas into mid-air.
Sputtering beneath the avalanche of steaming liquid,
Rei's face turned a shade of crimson that would have made a
wonderful camouflage--if she was standing in front of a fire
engine.
"Usagi-baka!"
Usagi sheepishly mumbled an apology to our fire-breathing
companion while munching on a half-eaten brownie.
Pillow in hand, Rei swatted at her full-force, missing by
a mile and knocking the tray of brownies to the wooden floor.
Usagi could barely suppress her tears at the loss of the
sweets.
"Rei-chan, you have crossed the line this time! You can
call me names, make fun of my eating habits, rant and rave at
me allll you want, but when you harm-my-brownies," her voice
faded to a low whisper, "it-gets-PERSONAL."
With that, she leaped over the table, landing atop her
raven-haired friend and beginning an intense pillow-fight,
her passionate rage dissolving into a fit of giggles.
I was relieved to have the attention drawn away from me,
and the rest of us didn't waste any time in joining in the fight.
It was quite fun, actually, and left my spirits lifted a notch
or two.
Usagi glared at her chemistry book as we
departed Rei's temple, mumbling incoherently about how
she'd hate to be related to someone who had the "free-time"
to sit down and write 2000 pages of chemical equations.
Minako fervently nodded her compliance, gesturing
towards her arm load of physics reference material and
cringed.
"I don't even remember buying this one..." They
waved as they headed off in the opposite direction, Makoto
in tow.
I sighed, breathing in the cool night air that
soothed my lungs and sent comforting chills down my spine.
With no other place to go, my thoughts drifted
to the image in my bedroom--the prisoner of the picture
frame. I had to let him go. Tonight I would take him out
and throw him away...forever. The thought of ridding
myself of him made my heart contract with pain.
In the still night air, visions of that day surrounded
me, forcing me to remember...the day he left me.
"Aishiteru, Ami-chan." His lips released the words in
a soft whisper--they acting like a protective blanket to smother
another hidden message beneath them, and I let them hang in the
air for a few moments before I replied.
"Aishiteru, Urawa-chan."
And I did. I thought so, anyway.
Never had I opened my heart to a man before. I believed I
would never love a man again because there would be no need--he
would always be there.
But I was wrong. I was a fool. I was so na‹ve to love.
That same night, the drizzling rain that fell around us
morphed into a horrendous hurricane of despair in my mind in an
instant. I felt as if I were drowning in the turbulence of the
raw emotions of grief I was feeling and there was no life-raft
to save me. He was my life-raft and he turned away.
"Ami-chan..." He paused for a thoughtful second and began
again. "Ami-chan, I-I can't be with you anymore." The words lingered
over my heart for a while before plunging into it with daggers,
ripping deep to the center. I'll never forget the pain as each
word cut into my being.
I was dumbfounded--completely unaware of what was happening.
"Urawa? Wh-what do you mean?" My eyes held the innocence
of a child, pleading for him to tell me he was only joking.
I begged the heavens above to shed their light on the moment,
but they turned on me as well.
"I mean...I can't be with you. I...don't love you."
He didn't love me? But didn't he just say...
Those were my thoughts as he continued to spout flimsy
sentences to try to explain away the pain he was inflicting on me.
"Listen to me...please." He pleaded with me. I could no
longer speak so if I wished to decline his wishes I could not do so.
"If I love you...eventually we will both get hurt. I'm not
who you think I am," He sighed.
"But I know about your powers...what do you mean?" I
argued futilely with him.
"If I could tell you, I would, Ami-chan. If I could
change my past, I would. But the fact is that I can't," His
face was contorted with frustration, "I would give anything
not to do what I'm doing. I can't bear to see you in pain."
I found my voice again and spoke harshly, "Urawa...if
you think that leaving me--"
"I have to go...Ami-san,"
Were these the same eyes I'd grown to love? Were they
staring blankly through my own? They couldn't possibly be, but....
Ami-san
Before my nerves could transmit instructions to my vocal
chords to speak again, he was gone. His shadow lingered beneath
a street lamp, and slowly melted away in the night.
That was the day that Urawa left me. Were the fates that
cruel? I had thought as I stood there alone.
Unlike Usagi and Mamoru's break ups there would be no rejoining
after realizing it was some trick of the mind. He had truly left
me--never to return. I could feel it in my soul.
My locked knees gave in to the reeling pain that gripped my
insides, and I collapsed, shaking with sobs only a wounded
soul could weep.
I felt my heart crack and litter my soul with shards
of red--shards of love...the love I had given so completely
to him.
Lying there, broken and sobbing uncontrollably,
was where Usagi found me. She gathered me in her
protective arms and rocked me like a child. I could
not feel anything anymore. A place where I would
have once found warmth now seemed hollow and cold.
She let me cry for a while before helping me stand
and leading me into her home, not too far from the place
where I lay.
As we passed her foyer and trudged heavily up the
stairs, I gazed at the carpeted floor as my mind replayed
the events that took place minutes before.
Usagi opened her door and guided me to her bed.
As she moved to close it again, my eyes fell upon a picture
of Mamoru and her. They looked so happy--so in love.
I had to restrain myself from throwing it out the open window.
My heart screamed deafeningly with pain and I doubled over
on her bed.
I felt her warm hands soothe back my hair gently, as a
mother would do, softly hushing me with her fluid movements.
Moisture that did not stem from my rapidly filling eyes
dampened my shoulders. My hair was sopping wet. Had it been raining?
Usagi handed me a warm towel, gesturing to her bathroom.
I blankly stared at the door, suddenly forgetting how to approach it.
With a shake of my head, I gathered myself and disappeared behind it.
Avoiding the mirror, I dried my damp hair and neck.
Usagi knocked and slipped a pair of her pajamas in to me.
Once I emerged, she had already changed and was sitting
at her desk. She patted her bed. As soon as my head, heavy with
jumbled thoughts, landed deftly on her pillow, I fell prisoner
to an uneasy sleep filled with amorphous images that I couldn't depict.
When I awoke it was midnight and I was wrapped in her bed
linens. Despite the warmth of my position, my insides were frozen
and I shivered uncontrollably.
My ears registered the soft snoring of Usagi on the floor
beneath me and I decided to enter the land of slumber once again...
where I could no longer feel the pain.
Astonishingly, I slept dreamlessly for the remainder of that night.
As my eyes cracked open the following morning they strained from
the incoming sun's rays. Maybe it was all a dream.
But it wasn't. I was still in the her bed sheets.
I could hear Usagi in the bathroom washing. I gazed at the clock.
It was about noon now and I was startled that I slept so deeply.
The bathroom door opened and Usagi entered the room
some-what cautiously.
"Good-morning, Ami-chan. How do you feel?"
I found my voice and muttered a weak 'I'm fine.'
"Do you want to talk about it?" She sat gently beside me.
As much as my mind pled with me not to make it remember his
stinging words, I felt the need to vent to someone who would
understand the pain of losing a love.
"H-he...left me." The words seemed so foreign...like they
didn't belong to me.
Her silence urged me to go on and I hugged a pillow to my chest.
"Last night...he told me he didn't love me and he left...Urawa."
I felt the tears slip down my cheeks and didn't bother
to wipe them away.
"Oh, Ami." I felt her arms wrap around my body tightly
and I hugged her back, weeping openly into her embrace.
After I calmed myself again I let the scene flow out of
my mouth without pause for tears. There were none left to cry
at the moment.
She was empathetic to my pain and did the best she could
to comfort me with words.
"You will get through this, Ami-chan. I know you will. You are
one of the most emotionally strong people I know. Time will heal
your pain." She cupped her hands on my face as she spoke.
Something in her cerulean eyes made me believe her.
I would heal. Time would heal my broken heart.
I had never been more grateful for Usagi coming into my
life than at that very moment.
It's been a few months since that fateful day and
I can feel the bandages of time still tending to the wounds
of my soul.
Please, hurry. I don't want this pain anymore.
I urged it each time I felt a twist from remembering
his voice...his face...his laugh.
I pushed the door open and walked into my mother's and
my apartment. She wasn't home yet, thankfully. It would be a
lot harder to complete the task at hand if she was here to
inquire about it.
Taking my time, I let my feet guide me to my room.
Not bothering to take off my coat, I lifted the frame from
it's resting place on my dresser--the prisoner...Urawa.
He looked so handsome in the summer sun. I remembered
taking that photo on one of our dates to the mountains.
We had curled up under the shade of a massive tree and he
held me in his arms as if I were the most fragile thing
in the universe. I longed for his touch...his love.
Shaking myself of the memory, I ripped out his
picture and walked out of my room to the living room.
My hand struck a match and released it into the fireplace,
its flames hungrily devouring the wood.
I watched with steady eyes as the wood was engulfed
in flames before picking up his picture once again.
I glanced from it to the now roaring fire and stopped
my arm in mid-toss.
I couldn't do it. I just couldn't let him go.
As much as I thought of all the pain he inflicted on me,
I couldn't forget his words telling me that he had to do it...
for my protection. He had loved me.
I would move on from him, but I could never forget
his love and my love for him. He would always stay in my
heart, beneath the busy reconstruction.
My body curled up in a tight ball and I just rocked
back-and-forth. Not one tear shed as I let him go from myself.
Good luck in life, Urawa...I will never forget you.
Now that I've let him go I feel relieved of a heavy weight.
I can move on with my life. I will move on with my life.
I thought these words as I tucked his photo into a corner of my
closet along with an old set of books and a pair of battered ice
skates from ages before. Soon, I would remove them from their
places to be forgotten forever--when I was ready.
I heard the front door slide open and sighed.
My mother's glowing, yet tired, face popped through my
doorway a few moments later. She held up a rented video
and nodded to the living room. I rose and silently ignored
her raised hand holding the tape.
As I enveloped her in a tight embrace,
I could feel her shaky hand come to rest lightly upon my back,
and a wave of released air blew over the top of my bent
head softly.
Wow...I think that chapter was, well...less than stellar,
but I had to get past the cause of the pain. Now it's
smooth sailing from here!
....or maybe not. ;-D
chapter 3's coming soon!
ja ne!
-Adrial
Adrial06yahoo.com
get loaded on ASMR, b/c I've tried so many times and failed
that it seemed impossible. But...as you can see, I've finally
gotten it up here! I'm soooooooooooo happy, it's like
winning a war or something.
Well for those reading now, I've had this story posted in
FF.net for a while time and the notes are a little dated. But
you get it easy b/c now you KNOW that i'll have a new ch.
every week since I'm practically finished w/ the fic as we speak.
Anyway, I hope you like it as much as the FF.net readers and I do, ja!
-Adrial
TO GO PLEASE
Author : Adrial
Rating : PG13
E-mail : adrial06yahoo.com
CHAPTER 2: RELEASE
Within my skull, my brain pounded wildly, pleading
for the relentless torture to cease. My breaths left my
lips in short, fleeting gasps. The clammy perspiration
coating the palms of hands caused them to slip in their
death grip on the table.
Suffocation...need air, sweet wonderful air...
I had to get out of here, but there was no exit...
no escape from this constant torment.
"What happened?"
"Was he hot?"
"Did you talk to him?"
"How was he from behind?"
"MINAKO!"
"What?"
I placed a hand over my forehead and let an exasperated
sigh flow out. At this rate they'd never stop their infinite
barrage of questions. Thanks a lot, Usagi-chan. I sent
a heated glare towards the giggling blonde and if she
registered it at all, her only reaction was to join in
their interrogation.
"Come ON, Ami-chan! If there hadn't been a counter
between the two of you, you would have pounced on him in two
seconds flat!"
Ugh, that stupid "knowing" look again. I longed for
nothing more then to smack it right off that smug little face.
The minute we entered the temple she dropped the drinks on the
table and proceeded to blab the entire--extremely uncomfortable
on my part--scene to our friends. Not to mention the fact that
she completely EXAGGERATED the better part of the story.
"You guys, please. Nothing happened. Let's just get down
to business."
Minako wasted no time in extinguishing my last attempt
at escape.
"What business? There haven't been any attacks for weeks
now. Now, tell us allll about it."
She got me. Damn it all.
I stubbornly clamped my mouth closed and pretended to
read the writing on my paper cup filled with a now lukewarm
espresso while trying desperately to smother the feelings
that arose when they mentioned the waiter who'd been invading
my thoughts for the past hour.
It had been so long since I'd gotten that 'mushy-gushy'
feeling in my stomach--not since...
Besides, it was far too soon to start any beginning of
a relationship. My heart was too raw. It couldn't handle
another blow.
"OK, guys, give it up. You know how stubborn Ami can be.
How about some brownies?"
Thank you, Makoto
At the sight of the decadent treats, Usagi pounced upon
the table with a low growl, launching two mochas into mid-air.
Sputtering beneath the avalanche of steaming liquid,
Rei's face turned a shade of crimson that would have made a
wonderful camouflage--if she was standing in front of a fire
engine.
"Usagi-baka!"
Usagi sheepishly mumbled an apology to our fire-breathing
companion while munching on a half-eaten brownie.
Pillow in hand, Rei swatted at her full-force, missing by
a mile and knocking the tray of brownies to the wooden floor.
Usagi could barely suppress her tears at the loss of the
sweets.
"Rei-chan, you have crossed the line this time! You can
call me names, make fun of my eating habits, rant and rave at
me allll you want, but when you harm-my-brownies," her voice
faded to a low whisper, "it-gets-PERSONAL."
With that, she leaped over the table, landing atop her
raven-haired friend and beginning an intense pillow-fight,
her passionate rage dissolving into a fit of giggles.
I was relieved to have the attention drawn away from me,
and the rest of us didn't waste any time in joining in the fight.
It was quite fun, actually, and left my spirits lifted a notch
or two.
Usagi glared at her chemistry book as we
departed Rei's temple, mumbling incoherently about how
she'd hate to be related to someone who had the "free-time"
to sit down and write 2000 pages of chemical equations.
Minako fervently nodded her compliance, gesturing
towards her arm load of physics reference material and
cringed.
"I don't even remember buying this one..." They
waved as they headed off in the opposite direction, Makoto
in tow.
I sighed, breathing in the cool night air that
soothed my lungs and sent comforting chills down my spine.
With no other place to go, my thoughts drifted
to the image in my bedroom--the prisoner of the picture
frame. I had to let him go. Tonight I would take him out
and throw him away...forever. The thought of ridding
myself of him made my heart contract with pain.
In the still night air, visions of that day surrounded
me, forcing me to remember...the day he left me.
"Aishiteru, Ami-chan." His lips released the words in
a soft whisper--they acting like a protective blanket to smother
another hidden message beneath them, and I let them hang in the
air for a few moments before I replied.
"Aishiteru, Urawa-chan."
And I did. I thought so, anyway.
Never had I opened my heart to a man before. I believed I
would never love a man again because there would be no need--he
would always be there.
But I was wrong. I was a fool. I was so na‹ve to love.
That same night, the drizzling rain that fell around us
morphed into a horrendous hurricane of despair in my mind in an
instant. I felt as if I were drowning in the turbulence of the
raw emotions of grief I was feeling and there was no life-raft
to save me. He was my life-raft and he turned away.
"Ami-chan..." He paused for a thoughtful second and began
again. "Ami-chan, I-I can't be with you anymore." The words lingered
over my heart for a while before plunging into it with daggers,
ripping deep to the center. I'll never forget the pain as each
word cut into my being.
I was dumbfounded--completely unaware of what was happening.
"Urawa? Wh-what do you mean?" My eyes held the innocence
of a child, pleading for him to tell me he was only joking.
I begged the heavens above to shed their light on the moment,
but they turned on me as well.
"I mean...I can't be with you. I...don't love you."
He didn't love me? But didn't he just say...
Those were my thoughts as he continued to spout flimsy
sentences to try to explain away the pain he was inflicting on me.
"Listen to me...please." He pleaded with me. I could no
longer speak so if I wished to decline his wishes I could not do so.
"If I love you...eventually we will both get hurt. I'm not
who you think I am," He sighed.
"But I know about your powers...what do you mean?" I
argued futilely with him.
"If I could tell you, I would, Ami-chan. If I could
change my past, I would. But the fact is that I can't," His
face was contorted with frustration, "I would give anything
not to do what I'm doing. I can't bear to see you in pain."
I found my voice again and spoke harshly, "Urawa...if
you think that leaving me--"
"I have to go...Ami-san,"
Were these the same eyes I'd grown to love? Were they
staring blankly through my own? They couldn't possibly be, but....
Ami-san
Before my nerves could transmit instructions to my vocal
chords to speak again, he was gone. His shadow lingered beneath
a street lamp, and slowly melted away in the night.
That was the day that Urawa left me. Were the fates that
cruel? I had thought as I stood there alone.
Unlike Usagi and Mamoru's break ups there would be no rejoining
after realizing it was some trick of the mind. He had truly left
me--never to return. I could feel it in my soul.
My locked knees gave in to the reeling pain that gripped my
insides, and I collapsed, shaking with sobs only a wounded
soul could weep.
I felt my heart crack and litter my soul with shards
of red--shards of love...the love I had given so completely
to him.
Lying there, broken and sobbing uncontrollably,
was where Usagi found me. She gathered me in her
protective arms and rocked me like a child. I could
not feel anything anymore. A place where I would
have once found warmth now seemed hollow and cold.
She let me cry for a while before helping me stand
and leading me into her home, not too far from the place
where I lay.
As we passed her foyer and trudged heavily up the
stairs, I gazed at the carpeted floor as my mind replayed
the events that took place minutes before.
Usagi opened her door and guided me to her bed.
As she moved to close it again, my eyes fell upon a picture
of Mamoru and her. They looked so happy--so in love.
I had to restrain myself from throwing it out the open window.
My heart screamed deafeningly with pain and I doubled over
on her bed.
I felt her warm hands soothe back my hair gently, as a
mother would do, softly hushing me with her fluid movements.
Moisture that did not stem from my rapidly filling eyes
dampened my shoulders. My hair was sopping wet. Had it been raining?
Usagi handed me a warm towel, gesturing to her bathroom.
I blankly stared at the door, suddenly forgetting how to approach it.
With a shake of my head, I gathered myself and disappeared behind it.
Avoiding the mirror, I dried my damp hair and neck.
Usagi knocked and slipped a pair of her pajamas in to me.
Once I emerged, she had already changed and was sitting
at her desk. She patted her bed. As soon as my head, heavy with
jumbled thoughts, landed deftly on her pillow, I fell prisoner
to an uneasy sleep filled with amorphous images that I couldn't depict.
When I awoke it was midnight and I was wrapped in her bed
linens. Despite the warmth of my position, my insides were frozen
and I shivered uncontrollably.
My ears registered the soft snoring of Usagi on the floor
beneath me and I decided to enter the land of slumber once again...
where I could no longer feel the pain.
Astonishingly, I slept dreamlessly for the remainder of that night.
As my eyes cracked open the following morning they strained from
the incoming sun's rays. Maybe it was all a dream.
But it wasn't. I was still in the her bed sheets.
I could hear Usagi in the bathroom washing. I gazed at the clock.
It was about noon now and I was startled that I slept so deeply.
The bathroom door opened and Usagi entered the room
some-what cautiously.
"Good-morning, Ami-chan. How do you feel?"
I found my voice and muttered a weak 'I'm fine.'
"Do you want to talk about it?" She sat gently beside me.
As much as my mind pled with me not to make it remember his
stinging words, I felt the need to vent to someone who would
understand the pain of losing a love.
"H-he...left me." The words seemed so foreign...like they
didn't belong to me.
Her silence urged me to go on and I hugged a pillow to my chest.
"Last night...he told me he didn't love me and he left...Urawa."
I felt the tears slip down my cheeks and didn't bother
to wipe them away.
"Oh, Ami." I felt her arms wrap around my body tightly
and I hugged her back, weeping openly into her embrace.
After I calmed myself again I let the scene flow out of
my mouth without pause for tears. There were none left to cry
at the moment.
She was empathetic to my pain and did the best she could
to comfort me with words.
"You will get through this, Ami-chan. I know you will. You are
one of the most emotionally strong people I know. Time will heal
your pain." She cupped her hands on my face as she spoke.
Something in her cerulean eyes made me believe her.
I would heal. Time would heal my broken heart.
I had never been more grateful for Usagi coming into my
life than at that very moment.
It's been a few months since that fateful day and
I can feel the bandages of time still tending to the wounds
of my soul.
Please, hurry. I don't want this pain anymore.
I urged it each time I felt a twist from remembering
his voice...his face...his laugh.
I pushed the door open and walked into my mother's and
my apartment. She wasn't home yet, thankfully. It would be a
lot harder to complete the task at hand if she was here to
inquire about it.
Taking my time, I let my feet guide me to my room.
Not bothering to take off my coat, I lifted the frame from
it's resting place on my dresser--the prisoner...Urawa.
He looked so handsome in the summer sun. I remembered
taking that photo on one of our dates to the mountains.
We had curled up under the shade of a massive tree and he
held me in his arms as if I were the most fragile thing
in the universe. I longed for his touch...his love.
Shaking myself of the memory, I ripped out his
picture and walked out of my room to the living room.
My hand struck a match and released it into the fireplace,
its flames hungrily devouring the wood.
I watched with steady eyes as the wood was engulfed
in flames before picking up his picture once again.
I glanced from it to the now roaring fire and stopped
my arm in mid-toss.
I couldn't do it. I just couldn't let him go.
As much as I thought of all the pain he inflicted on me,
I couldn't forget his words telling me that he had to do it...
for my protection. He had loved me.
I would move on from him, but I could never forget
his love and my love for him. He would always stay in my
heart, beneath the busy reconstruction.
My body curled up in a tight ball and I just rocked
back-and-forth. Not one tear shed as I let him go from myself.
Good luck in life, Urawa...I will never forget you.
Now that I've let him go I feel relieved of a heavy weight.
I can move on with my life. I will move on with my life.
I thought these words as I tucked his photo into a corner of my
closet along with an old set of books and a pair of battered ice
skates from ages before. Soon, I would remove them from their
places to be forgotten forever--when I was ready.
I heard the front door slide open and sighed.
My mother's glowing, yet tired, face popped through my
doorway a few moments later. She held up a rented video
and nodded to the living room. I rose and silently ignored
her raised hand holding the tape.
As I enveloped her in a tight embrace,
I could feel her shaky hand come to rest lightly upon my back,
and a wave of released air blew over the top of my bent
head softly.
Wow...I think that chapter was, well...less than stellar,
but I had to get past the cause of the pain. Now it's
smooth sailing from here!
....or maybe not. ;-D
chapter 3's coming soon!
ja ne!
-Adrial
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