Author's Notes: See chapter one for disclaimer and explanation.

Separate Destinies By Annie-chan Chapter Seventeen: Safety Gained, Beauty Lost

"Mmnnngh…"

Riku groaned softly as he awoke. His sleep had been sound and dreamless, or perhaps he could not remember his dreams. Whatever the matter, he was well rested.

Leiya lay half on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest, one hand resting serenely by her face. Carefully rolling onto his side, Riku laid her down next to him so he could get up. Her eyes cracked open briefly, but closed again after a second. She was not really awake yet. He got up and let her be, allowing her to sleep some more. Vaguely, Riku wondered if Tanis was awake yet.

Probably not, he reminded himself. He tired himself out yesterday. Yesterday was a very important day for Tanis. He had faced his end-of-training trial and prevailed. As Riku and Leiya had expected, he did better with magic skills than physical skills, though he did well in all areas. Riku was proud of his son.

He bathed and dressed, and when he was finished and returned to the bedroom proper, he found Leiya awake.

"Good morning, Love," he smiled softly. She had been very anxious about her son facing the trial, and had gone to bed almost as tired as Tanis.

Leiya yawned and stretched, leaning over backwards until Riku thought her back would break. "Good morning, Riku," she replied when she straightened up again.

Riku sat down near her on the edge of the bed. A thought had been chattering at the edge of his mind for some weeks now, but he had not told anyone about it yet. He had wanted to wait until Tanis no longer needed training before he mentioned it.

"Is something on your mind, Riku?" Leiya asked, sensing his thoughtfulness.

"Yes," Riku nodded. "I haven't been back to the Many Worlds for a very long time…"

"Not since your two friends died," Leiya said softly, nodding slowly.

Riku sighed and stood up, moving over to a small table near the bed. On it rested the wooden display case Sora and Kairi had made to hold the keychains for the Keyblade. Riku made absolutely sure that the keychains were kept in mint condition. To let them wear would be like he was letting go of his memory of his two dearest friends. He stared at the keychains silently for several minutes.

"I didn't want to go back," he finally said, very quiet. "After they died, I had no desire to see that world again. Just the thought of going back brought tears to my eyes. I didn't want to face the memories of my early life there. I knew they would only make me break down again, like when I felt Sora and Kairi die. I think I was really frightened of seeing the Destiny Islands again, as well as all the other worlds I've been to. I visited them during the struggle over the Princesses of Heart and the Keyholes, and that time nearly tore us all apart permanently. I didn't want to go back to them, either, for that reason, and any world that I hadn't been to held no interest for me. I was really ready to leave the Many Worlds behind for good."

Leiya was silent, letting her lifemate speak unhindered.

"I begged Father to purge my human blood," he continued. "He probably could have done it, and I wanted to sever all ties from my human life. I think I was bordering on hysterics at the time, and I wasn't thinking straight. I remember myself shaking, my fingers cold and numb. Indeed, I felt like even the core of my soul was quaking. Father refused to change me, telling me I must be proud of my human side, not throw it away in a fit of grief. Since then, I have been. At the least, I've tried." He paused for a long moment. "I can't say why, but I've still never gone back, though I wanted to keep my human self." He finally looked back at his mate. "I want to go back now, Leiya."

Leiya didn't immediately reply. "I want to go with you, then," she said.

Riku again nodded. "If you wish, Leiya."

"We can't leave Tanis behind," she continued. "He's only fifteen, and he just now finished his training. We can't run out on him just as our responsibility to train him has ended."

"I know," Riku agreed. "In fact, even if you did not want to come, I would have asked him, anyway. One-quarter of his heritage comes from the Many Worlds, and I think he deserves to see it with his own eyes." He at last turned away from the keychains. "I will ask him after breakfast. We will leave in three days."


It was a sunny day in the Destiny Islands. Just like ninety-nine out of every hundred days for this small island chain. It was warm and humid, the slightly cooler sea lapping at the white sand beaches as the tide went in and out. Day after day, the natural cycle of the tides and seasons pressed on with their slow, unwavering routine.

Nothing could be heard but the lapping waves and the occasional call of a bird or animal, when a white flash suddenly came from the sky, and three figures appeared out of that flash, hovering several feet above the ground. The one in the middle was supporting the other two.

"Well, at least I brought us here over an island instead of the middle of the ocean," Riku said, letting go of Leiya and Tanis. His voice was cheerful, but his insides were substantially gloomier. How many thousands of years has it been? he asked himself. How long has it been since I've set foot on these sands? These islands may not even be inhabited anymore. A pang of guilt over not visiting his birthplace jabbed him in the heart. I don't…remember.

When they landed and he looked around, he realized with a start that he had brought them straight to the Party Island. In the past three days, Riku had told them all he could remember of his childhood here. He told them about Sora and Kairi, about his other friends, about the lifestyle in Fate, and how kids came to the Party Island all the time to play. He even told them the ancient superstition that sharing a paopu fruit with someone bound you to them forever. The only thing he didn't touch upon was his mother. He didn't volunteer the information, and neither Leiya nor Tanis asked, somehow knowing that it was not a subject he wished to discuss.

"Where are we?" Tanis asked, looking around.

"We're in the Destiny Islands," Riku replied, looking around the small cove. It looked like no one had been here for a long time. He remembered wooden structures here and there for kids to play on, but there was no sign of human influence anywhere. The hole in the rock wall between the other side of the small island and this cove was there, but much bigger than he remembered, the wooden door nowhere to be found. Even the metal hinges drilled into the stone were gone. How long had it been since people were here? "This is the Party Island I told you about, but…it doesn't look like anyone has come here in a long while."

Without another word, he went through the hole in the wall, half-running toward the larger side of the island. He stumbled as he passed through. Long-buried memories of this place's layout were rising, and he remembered a wooden dais built on the other side of this doorway to make it easier to get to from the other side. It wasn't there anymore, and when he stepped through, he almost fell, not expecting the few extra inches to solid ground.

This side of the island was the same. No docks, no causeways, no anything to indicate that people had been here. In the back of his mind, he had known that this may be the case when he got here, but his heart still ached. So many childhood memories were made here for so many youngsters. Now, it stood abandoned, like no one had ever set foot on it before.

He looked up, and his eyes widened. A tall, conical rock formation still stood in the middle of the island, but wind and time had eroded much of it away. From this side of the island, a gaping hole yawned out, exposing the once enclosed interior to the elements.

"Oh…" Riku said softly, too quiet for the others to hear. He took to the air, going up to the hole, looking in. There was much rock on the ground, as a lot that had not eroded had fallen inward. He was not crying, but he felt a deep sense of nostalgia as he descended into the secret place and landed. This had been his, Sora's, and Kairi's "hideout" for a good chunk of their childhood. Many of their memories together were made in this place. This was also where he had witnessed Sora and Kairi share their first kiss, brutally skewering his heart. He had loved Kairi so much that it had hurt, and seeing her with Sora had almost cast him into despair. If Sephiroth hadn't been there, he may have sunk into depression, and who knows what he would have done then?

Since the sunlight could now reach this place, plantlife had taken over much of it. Rain had washed away the chalk drawings the three of them had scribbled on the walls, and he saw evidence of many more animals living in here than he remembered. Only one thing remained the same.

In the back of the chamber was a door. It was slightly oval, and it looked like it was made of brown wood. Despite the countless years that had gone by, the door looked exactly as he remembered it. It had no doorknob or hinges, and the surface was perfectly smooth. No scratches or holes could be found in it.

"This is the secret place, isn't it?" Tanis asked.

Riku nodded.

"So, that must be—" Leiya began.

"This is where the Keyhole once was," Riku finished. "This is where the heart of this world was once accessible to the outside. The Keyholes weren't usually visible until the Keyblade came near, and Sora never sealed this one personally. When Kingdom Hearts was sealed, all the Keyholes in the Many Worlds closed."

"If it wasn't visible, and Sora never personally sealed it, how do you know it was here?" Tanis asked.

Riku didn't answer right away. "I can feel it. The Keyhole is closed forever, but I can still feel this world's heart beating steadily through this door. It's very faint, but…it is unmistakably there." His voice was soft, sad. The Keyholes were a direct link between the worlds and their lifeblood, but they were also what put the worlds in such dire peril. Ansem's infernal creations were drawn to the Keyholes and the world hearts, and the only way to stop them and save everything and everyone in this dimension was to seal off all access to the world hearts. Even the heart of all worlds, Kingdom Hearts, the birthplace of the Many Worlds, had to be closed. It was a shame, really.

"Riku," Leiya asked, breaking the silence, "does the One World have a Keyhole?"

The silver-haired man blinked, not sure what to say. "Well," he said, searching for an answer. "I…I don't really know, truthfully. The One World has a heart, obviously, but I don't know about a Keyhole."

"If it did have one, wouldn't it have been sealed with all the rest?" Tanis asked.

"I don't think so," Riku shook his head. "Kingdom Hearts was the heart of all worlds, but only in this dimension, I think. The One World was formed independently, and had no link to it. That's what I think, anyway."

They remained there for several minutes, all silent.

"Well," Riku finally said, turning from the sealed door, "I think it's about time we found civilization. I think you two will find humans interesting."


Fate was gone. The city had been gone for countless years, and no trace of it remained. On the other side of the big island was another city, and its name was Kismet. Riku now knew why the Party Island was abandoned. From this city, it was too far a distance to go back and forth.

Now, he was sitting on a large chunk of driftwood on the beach outside Kismet. He had half expected Fate to be gone—more than half, actually—but it pained him to see his childhood home reduced to nothing. There weren't even ruins to see, since the structures in Fate had been mainly built out of wood. The huge tree his and a few other houses had been perched on was still there, but it was long dead, the core rotted out and the top half fallen to the ground. It was little more than a big, petrified stump now. Who knows how long it's been since Fate was what he remembered it to be?

The people in Kismet were strange to him. They spoke a different language, their alphabet and words unfamiliar to him. He knew they were the evolved forms of what he used to speak and read, but he couldn't understand until he pulled that trick his father had to help him learn the ylfe language. He only artificially understood what they were saying and what the letters meant. From what he could gather, Fate was just a legend now in the cumulative mind of the people. It was known that a settlement of that name—a name few people knew the meaning of—existed, but almost nothing else was known. It had faded into the memory of the land, only the dustiest of books presented much detail about it.

I never visited, Riku thought sullenly. Father told me to be proud of my human side, and I told him I would, but I abandoned my human home like I didn't care about it any more. All because I was afraid of being hurt again. He was more hurt now that he ignored it for so long than he would have been if he had befriended more humans and watched them die. The pain was not the sharp, agonizing burst of grief he had encountered when Sora and Kairi had died, but a throbbing, persistent burning in the depths of his heart. He knew very well that this sorrow would last much longer, perhaps for the rest of his life. A shallower, more superficial regret was also present, but it was there all the same. He was still fascinated with evolution, biological and societal, and he had missed out on the past few thousand years of the Destiny Islands' evolution. If he wasn't currently dwelling on the deeper regret, he'd be kicking himself over the missed opportunity.

"Riku?" Leiya asked tentatively beside him. She and their son had sat silently on either side of Riku as he brooded, unsure of what to say, but he had been mute now for too long. "Riku, what's troubling you?"

Her mate sighed slowly, and just as slowly told them his thoughts and feelings.

"I'm sorry, Riku," Leiya said quietly, touching his hand. He nodded a bit, but his eyes stayed veiled, looking off into the distance, focusing on nothing.

"Maybe we should leave this place," Tanis suggested, a little cautious of inciting his father's wrath. He knew Riku's temper was less explosive and slower to arousal than Sephiroth's had been, but he also knew that this was a potentially volatile subject for Riku. "You can start visiting every once in a while now, but I think you need to get away from here for the time being. Let your feelings settle and all." He swallowed when his father's vivid green stare fell upon him.

"Yes," Riku nodded after what felt like an eternity to Tanis. "Yes, I think you're right. I need time to think, and this isn't the place."

"Should we go back home, then?" Tanis asked.

"No," Riku said, standing up. "No, there is another place I want to see. I only saw it before when Ansem had me, and I want to see it now with my own eyes."

"Only when Ansem had you?" Leiya asked. "The Hallowed Bastion?"

"Hollow Bastion," Riku corrected. "Yes, that's the place. If I remember correctly, its magical concentration is almost as high as the One World's. The humans aren't magically gifted, usually, but they know how to harness the magic through artificial means."

"How do you mean?" Leiya wondered.

"Well, for one thing," Riku answered, "in the central castle, where that world's governmental seat is, they have a network of lifts that travel to all places of the castle, and they operate through magic, not any mechanical means. I'm not sure how, but I heard that Ansem had greatly improved the lift system early in his adulthood, before he began studying the secrets of the heart. Ansem was a genius, and I don't doubt that he could have done it."

"Well, then, let's go," Tanis grinned. "I wanna see this for myself."


"Man, this is cold!"

Riku blinked, the physical shock of the cold water and the indignant tone in his son's voice bringing him up short. He had meant to bring them to the Rising Falls, a natural wonder that he thought they'd enjoy seeing. Instead, he brought them to this world waist-deep on the edge of a rather chilly lake.

"Um, Riku," Leiya asked, "are you sure you have the right place?"

"This is the right world, but our entry point is off," Riku explained. "I guess I miscalculated."

"Well, recalculate, please!" Tanis said, sloshing out of the water to the lakeshore. "Now, I'm half-soaked and freezing!"

Riku ignored his son's grousing and waded out of the water as well, Leiya a little before him. He put his hand over his eyes to shield them from the sun's glare as he scanned the horizon, looking for something he recognized. If he didn't find anything, he'd have to just pick a direction that he sensed civilization in and go there.

He had turned almost one hundred eighty degrees when his heart stopped. The central castle was less than a mile away, looming huge and foreboding up into the sky. What confused him more was that this was the exact same view of it that he remembered getting from the Rising Falls.

Snakes alive, Riku thought, a sudden realization coming to him. The Rising Falls are gone! They're just a lake now! But…but how?! The Rising Falls, he knew, had been fueled by the magic generated by this world's massively powerful heart, and they were not subject to weathering or wear. He had read so in Ansem's extensive library. For hundreds of generations, the Rising Falls had stayed the same, the only things needing repair being the platforms near the top, which were used as observatory decks accessible from the castle's lift system.

"Father?" Tanis asked, seeing the shocked look on Riku's face.

"Gone," Riku said, his voice slightly thin. "The Rising Falls…they're all gone. The magic that kept them running has dried up."

"The magic dried up?" Leiya repeated, disconcerted. "But, magic flows from the world's heart. It will only begin to die when the heart begins to die, and will only stop when the world itself ceases to live. This world is still living, so how can the magic stop coming?"

Riku merely shook his head, unable at the moment to say that he didn't know. Something was wrong. Things were definitely not right around here. He took off toward the castle, Tanis and Leiya following.

The castle was built, seemingly precariously, on a huge spire of rock, its foundations well above the general surface of the planet. It used to be accessible from the ground via the lift system, and Riku received a second shock when he saw massive elevator towers instead. These were strictly mechanical contraptions, not a trace of magic anywhere in their operation. Not only that, but the many balconies and suspended porches were connected by walkways and what looked like more elevators that went horizontally as well as vertically. Everything was fenced, clearly to keep people from falling off. The network of walkways and elevator cables and motors crisscrossed the outside of the castle, making it look cluttered and ugly to him. The castle he remembered, with the shimmering "ropes" that guided the lifts hanging here and there like spider's silk, was so much more beautiful, so much more aesthetic. He didn't like this one bit. Ansem's family crest could still be seen, half of it seemingly broken away to show huge clockworks behind, but it was overshadowed by the mechanical means used to get around now.

"This is wrong," Riku said, landing on the long balcony that led to the main entrance. No one was there at the moment, so no one saw the three strange people arrive. He looked to his right. The lift that went down to the waterway was gone, along with the crystalloid statue that acted like a control panel. In their place was a boxy black elevator, suspended on cold, metal cables and wheels. Looking at the large gate that led to the entrance hall, he saw that the doors were mechanically operated as well. This whole castle, once so awe-inspiring and alive by its many magical things, now seemed dead and rotting, unsightly machines blotting out its natural beauty.

"Riku?" Leiya asked, sensing her mate's dismay. "What do we do?"

"Make yourself look human," he told her and Tanis. "Retract your wing and suppress the glow in your eyes. I don't think we will be welcome here if we don't look human."

They spent hours exploring. To Riku's immense relief, the inside of the castle looked much like he remembered. It was not exactly the same, but no significant changes were made. In the large hollow shaft that once housed the lift center were now elevators and such, but he expected that. The building was much older than when he last saw it, and everywhere he saw signs of repair and renewal to keep it from falling apart with age. Still, as much as the inside still looked as he remembered it, he could not shake the feeling of wrongness that seemed to permeate everything. Something had changed drastically and irreversibly, and he couldn't figure out what. It was like all the magic had been sucked out of the world known as Hollow Bastion.

They spent more time in the large library than elsewhere. Here Riku learned, through reading older books that looked like they hadn't been touched in years, that the magic had indeed slowed and died many generations back, rendering the lifts and other magical features of the castle useless. This only troubled Riku more. All the magic gone? How? Why?

How could this happen? Riku asked internally. This was once such a beautiful and wondrous world. What made it so…so normal like this? On the library walls was a very long series of paintings. They were portraits of the many leaders Hollow Bastion had known since this castle had been constructed many ages ago. Looking at the labels below them, he saw how the letters had evolved. What was under the most recent was not the same at all as what was under the first.

About halfway through, he found Ansem's portrait. He looked a little different than Riku remembered. When they had met and merged, Ansem had been consumed by darkness and madness, his mind eroded and eaten away by the ever-present torment afforded to those who were foolish enough to try to harness the evilest of forces. The malevolent power was so potent, that even though Ansem had meant to understand, not own, he had still fallen prey to it, broken and twisted into something he would have been horrified to look upon, had his mind still been his own. His body had been destroyed, leaving his soul homeless, and he had needed to possess Riku's body to further his plans for the darkness. This portrait Riku was looking at must have been done before he had started his research. His eyes were not orange, instead hazel, and a genuine kindness shone out of them. His look was overall softer and gentler, closer to what Riku would expect from a sage than what he had seen of him before.

Ansem, Riku sighed to himself. What happened to you in Kingdom Hearts? Where did your soul flee? Are you in the afterlife now, or are you a wandering ghost, doomed to torture until your unfinished business is resolved? Ever since regaining control of himself in Kingdom Hearts, Riku had harbored a deep regret concerning Ansem. It was not something he could help, but he still regretted it. Ansem had been greatly loved and respected by his people, despite his youth as a leader—he couldn't have been more than thirty when he fell to the darkness—and he had destroyed the world he had cherished so much, driven to insanity merely by his thirst for knowledge, his quest to understand the evil that threatened his people and his home. If Riku could go back in time and fix just one thing, he knew that saving Ansem's heart and preventing the holocaust that he had caused would probably be it. He had never told anyone, but one night soon after returning to the Destiny Islands with Sora, he had thought about all that that man had gone through and all that it had caused, and he had wept for the injustice of it all.

Leiya and Tanis were not far away, sitting at a small table and looking at maps of the world, some very old and some newly made. Riku looked at them, a deep love for them in his heart, but also a guilty feeling of jealousy. Ylfen had strong emotions, but he was suspicious of the strength of his own emotions. He had a feeling that his mixed blood blessed and cursed him with stronger than normal feelings. The ambitious, brash human within him combined with the direct contact with his own soul that his ylfe side allowed him, and the result was something wholly unique. His father had told him to be proud of his unusual heritage, but he often found himself wishing he was more like everyone else. He seemed to feel nostalgia and regret for things lost more than true ylfen, and it troubled him, making it harder for him to rest.

"There you are," a familiar yet entirely unexpected voice said from behind him. He whipped around.

"Cloud!" he gasped. "What are you doing here?!"

"Oh, I've been here for several days," he said, nodding hello to Tanis and Leiya. "I heard a little while ago that three strange visitors had come to the castle, one with silver hair and the others with red hair, and I knew it had to be you three. I came looking for you to say hello."

The two of them sat down at the table with Leiya and Tanis, and they discussed the changes made in the Many Worlds. Cloud had visited this dimension many times since Riku had last, and he could fill his younger cousin in about what was happening elsewhere. It was the same everywhere as in Hollow Bastion. The magic slowly faded after the upheaval concerning the Keyblade, and one by one, the worlds became completely unmagicked. It and other supernatural forces were now only legend to the Many Worlds' inhabitants, and few still believed that it had ever really existed. The walls between the worlds were still very much in place, and science had not yet found a way to pass them. Indeed, the existence of other worlds was now a rare belief. It had been so long since the very brief period of time that the knowledge of other worlds had been widespread, that very few people even thought of the possibility anymore. The points of light in the night sky were once again just that: Tiny dots of white and color that accompanied the moon—or moons—in the nightly trek from horizon to horizon.

"But…why?" Riku finally asked. "Why has the magic drained from the Many Worlds like this? Why did it stop coming from the world hearts? Do you know?"

Cloud was silent for several minutes. "I think I might know," he said finally. "I've thought about it for a long time, and I have a theory. It's the only thing that makes sense to me."

"What is it?" Riku asked.

"Come with me," Cloud said, standing up. "I should show you something first."

He led them through the winding hallways and corridors of the castle, steadily going up the whole time. Finally, they emerged into a large, ornate chamber. Riku recognized this place. There was a raised area at the back where he and Sora had dueled with their Keyblades, Ansem's thoughts overshadowing his own. Above that raised area was the sage's family crest—which Riku had realized by now wasn't just a family crest, but the symbol of the sovereignty of Hollow Bastion's leader—and before it was a narrower portion of the room that served as a sort of entrance area.

Cloud led them up the steps on one side of the room to the raised area. The room was deserted except for them.

"Look there," Cloud said, pointing to the large heart-like shape.

Riku did look, but he also felt himself drawn toward it. It was a beautiful relief, looking like it was made of fine white marble, the details done in polished gold. He touched the stem of it, feeling the coolness through his thin leather gloves. Laying his forehead against it, he breathed in deeply.

"Yes, I remember," he said softly. "The Keyhole was here. I can faintly feel the world's heart beating. It is still as strong as it ever was."

"If that's true," Cloud said, "and you can feel the heart through the sealed Keyhole, then you're unique in that. I can't feel it, and I don't think anyone else can."

"I am the true Keyblade Master," Riku reminded him. "That's probably why I can."

"Yeah," Cloud nodded slowly. "Now, think for a moment, Riku. Magic comes from a world's heart, and the strength and concentration of that magic have to do with the strength and concentration of the world's heart. The Keyholes led to those world hearts, and Hollow Bastion's Keyhole was one of several that Sora sealed with the Keyblade. When he and the mouse king sealed Kingdom Hearts, all the Keyholes that were still open sealed themselves as tightly as if Sora had sealed them individually. The outlets for the worlds' magic were closed."

Realization dawned on Riku, and he almost collapsed to his knees from the bitterness. Kingdom Hearts, and all the Keyholes, had to be sealed to save the Many Worlds from the Heartless, to keep them safe. However, in the process, the sources of the Many Worlds' magic were forever confined, unable to emit magic to their worlds anymore. The magic in each world had slowly faded, and eventually disappeared, never to be replaced or replenished. Much that was bright and beautiful in the Many Worlds was gone forever. It was a heavy price to pay to keep the Heartless from taking over.

"I'm sorry, Riku," Cloud said softly, touching Riku's shoulder. "There was nothing anyone could do about it."

Riku nodded slowly, but a strange tingling sensation went through him at Cloud's touch. He looked back at his blond companion and realized that the glow in his eyes was not suppressed due to trying to appear human. It was not suppressed at all. It was failing. Riku grew cold as he realized what it meant.

Cloud's soul was fading. He was dying.

To be continued…

Author's Notes: Yay, finally done with this chapter. I've been working on it for around a week, and only just now got a chance to finish it. I do, however, have an excuse better than depression or unkind circumstances this time. I've been busy lately, because I got a job! I was really feeling down about the results of my job-hunting, when I got a call from the veterinary clinic my aunt works at, asking if I was still interested in a job I had interviewed for a month or so before but was not chosen for. I guess their first pick didn't turn out as good as they had hoped, so I got it now. I work in the kennel area, feeding, cleaning, and taking care of the animals. It's not the most glamorous job, but I really like it. I get to work with animals, my coworkers are great people, and the pay is good. I think it's the best job I could hope for with my interests and education level (I've yet to get into college…something I hope to remedy soon). I think there's no more pathetic sight than a sick, miserable animal, and I like to think I help them feel a little better as they get healthy again. I especially like working with the kitties.

Anyway, enough about me. I hope this chapter doesn't seem a little…disconnected? I dunno, but I could have connected scenes a little better, I think. Or, maybe that's just me. The ending was also a little abrupt. Did that detract from it, or did I do it well? Man, some parts seem wordy. I'd like to know if you think the wordiness was a good thing or a bad thing. Let me know what you think in a review or email to mangareaderhotmail.com, onegai shimasu!