Chapter Seventeen:
Half Pain
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Robin stepped out of the shower; her hair damp from the water. Wrapping a towel around her thin body, she stepped up to the foggy mirror and used her hand to wipe away some of the moisture.
Gazing at her image, she grimaced at a dark bruise above her right eye. This was one of the many injuries she recieved the day she was attacked outside of the clothing store.
Raising up her left arm, she traced the scratches that resulted from her rough landing on to the pavement on the sidewalk.
Robin sighed and brought down her arm. It had already been at least three days since the attack and Rain still hadn't allowed the young witch to even step outside the hotel. Something about taking precautions and waiting until the 'heat' blows over.
But how long does it take for the heat to blow over. Andy once said that it could take weeks, especially if the story keeps making the news. And all of them had seen it on T.V. at least twice.
Thankfully Rain and Ian booked their hotel rooms for at least one week longer than all of them had intended.
Robin cursed her bad luck as she wrapped another towel around her wet hair and stepped out of the bathroom. The room was empty, as everyone had gone down to the indoor swimming pool for a bit of relaxation. Robin had decided to stay behind for some alone time.
Walking over to the window, she looked out over the congested street in front of the hotel. She watched all of the people filling up the sidewalks, trying to make their way to and from work. Just like it always had been.
Raising her emerald gaze slightly, Robin stared with increasing guilt at the store across the street from the Holiday Inn that she and her friends were staying at. A bookstore by the name of Barns and Noble.
Robin sighed as she gazed at the store. Sure, she had seen a bunch of these stores back in the states. Hell, it was her favorite place to go besides Scorch's Diner.
But somehow, this one just seemed to be more special than the one she went to all the time back in San Francisco...
It only took a few minutes for the young witch to realize that this was the same store that she and Amon had been standing in front of when she had come to say good-bye. She was sure of it.
Sighing out of frustration, Robin stripped off the towel that was wrapped around her body and shook the one bound around her hair to the floor.
After slipping on some undergarments and getting into a pair of flannel pajamas that Kitten leant to her, the young girl sluggishly climbed into the bed nearest to the window. After getting comfortable, she adjusted herself so that she was facing the window.
Tears suddenly sprang to Robin's green eyes.
"Amon..." She breathed, drawing the covers up to her chin. "I'm sorry."
It wasn't long before Robin was asleep and lightly snoring.
Amon stared glassy-eyed at Michael's computer, which was what he had been doing for the past five hours. The hacker had already gone home, along with Misha and Eri. The girl, Shitari, had been taken to the hospital for the night to get her wound treated.
Amon sighed as his eyelids drooped for the umpteenth time, causing him to shake his head rapidly to keep himself awake. He grunted to show his annoyance.
The little ritual had been going on since everyone had left. Amon's eyelids would drop, he would shake his head, then he'd grunt out of pure frustration. Same old, same old.
Sighing a second time, Amon sat back and rubbed at his eyes, which were probably blood-shot by now.
"How does Michael do this all day?" The dark-haired man asked himself as he yawned and uncharacteristically streched his arms high above his head. The slightly painfull pull of his muscles elongating felt rather good.
After cracking his knuckles and back a couple of times, Amon slumped forward and placed his elbow on Michael's desk. When he had situated himself into a more comfortable position, he then liesurely placed his chin into his open hand.
I'll just rest my eyes for a second... He told himself as he slowly let his eyelids slide shut.
It wasn't even five minutes later before he slipped into dreamland.
He was standing in the middle of the conference room at Raven's Flat. Everything was on and the lights above were unnaturally blinding.
Raising an arm above his head to block the lights glaring into his eyes, Amon looked around the room. It was empty and felt rather lonely.
"What am I doing here?" He asked himself, his voice sounding almost distant. No one answered his question.
He could hear voices. One sounded almost like his. He could hear past statments he had said to his employees as they went over their previous hunt. He could hear Karasuma's voice at one point.
But there was one voice in there that stood out from everyone else's. It was soft, quiet, and timid. It sounded like...Robin's voice...
The sound of footsteps suddenly caught the ex-hunter's attention and he immdiately turned to face the entrance of the conference room; whipping out his gun in the process.
As he stood there with his weapon pointing at the doorway, Amon waited. He was almost nervous with the anxaity of wanting to know who was coming through that door.
A girl walked into the room, her overly-layered, black, pilgrim dress flowing around her legs. Her hair was pulled back in an odd style, with two strange-looking pigtails tied above her ears. Her green eyes looked troubled as she gazed around. It was almost as if she were lost.
Amon let his jaw drop, along with his gun, when he realized who he was pointing it at.
"Robin..." He breathed, visably shaking from head to toe.
Hearing her name being said, accompained by the clatter of the gun hitting the floor, Robin jerked her gaze up to his. Her eyes were wide with question.
The two of them stared at each for quite a time; the only movement being Amon's shaking limbs.
It was Robin who spoke first.
"Amon..." She whispered, letting her feet carry her over to him. Tears brimmed at the edges of her emerald orbs as she embraced him tightly around his middle.
Amon welcomed her with open arms, wrapping them firmly around her thin shoulders. Little streams of his own tears were falling down his cheeks and into her hair.
They held one another like that for who knows how long. Amon could have cared less who found them like that. For the first time in two years, he was actually happy.
It took a few minutes before either one spoke.
"The girl was right. You did come back." Amon said softly, feeling Robin nod into his chest. Her fingers were clutching at the back of his trench coat, as if for dear life.
"I was afraid you might be in danger." She told him truthfully, her voice muffled from being shoved up against his kimono-vest. "I thought that maybe the SOLOMON had tracked you down and had sent a hunter after you." She added after a couple of seconds.
Amon chuckled, catching Robin's attention and getting her to bring her face out of his shirt to look up at him. Tears were still flowing down her pale cheeks in torents.
Gazing down at her tenderly, Amon brought up a gloved hand and placed it gently on the side of her head. He felt her lean into it and he smiled when she sighed in content.
"You look beautiful when you cry, Little Bird." He breathed, leaning down and kissing her on the lips.
Robin squeaked nervously, her eyes becoming wide again. She had never been in this type of situation and it frightened her.
It a took while, but she did finally manage to get her eyes to flutter close.
Amon pulled away first, the maniacal grin apparent on his face.
"You know, you don't have to be so tense. You can relax. I'm not going to hurt you, Robin." He said to her as he held her face gently in his hands.
Robin nodded slowly, her eyes opening to look up at him hesitantly. The word 'fear' was written all of her soft features.
"Yes, I-I know. It's just that --" She trailed off, a blush creeping into her cheeks as she removed her gaze from his and looked down to her feet.
Amon stared down at her thoughtfully, all the while mentally berating himself. He had kissed many women in his life time. It sort of sickened him to know that he hadn't thought about all of this properly. Robin may have never even held hands with a man; much less actually kissed one.
He really hated himself right now.
"Hey, if you feel uncomfortable about this, then I'll stop. No sense in pushing you to do something you might regret." He told her with all of the love he could muster. Though it was hard to to hide the disappointed tone in his voice.
However, just as he had removed his hands from her face, he swore he could hear her laughing. In fact, she was laughing. Softly, if not sardonically.
"Jesus, Amon. You can be such an idiot sometimes." She purred as she raised her thin hands to grab on to the collar of his jacket. "You can't even tell when someone is playing hard-to-get." She added before kissing him hard on the mouth and forcefully bringing him down to her level.
Amon grunted with surprise as he was pulled forward on to the floor. It became even more awkward when he realized he was on top of the young witch. She was smiling, however. And not very pleasantly.
"Don't tell me the Great Witch Hunter is afraid, now." She said, lifting a small hand to brush some black strands of hair away from said hunter's face.
Amon stared down at her for a few moments before pulling one corner of his lip into a pathetic grin.
"I'm not if you aren't." He said as he straightened himself to slide his trench coat off of his broad shoulders.
Tatoeba dokomade modorebe ii?
Oshiete
Subete wa itami wo tomonau hodo
Azayaka
Michael lounged lazily on his couch in his small apartment; the remote in right hand. His thumb was clicking away as if it were typing on a keyboard. Television stations flicked by in the blink of an eye.
The hacker yawned, bored out of his mind.
"I'm deffinately going to have to make a complaint about the cable I get here." He said to himself irritabley as he turned the television off and stood up from the uncomfortable piece of furniture he had been sitting on.
Stretching his arms a couple of times, Michael walked into his little kitchen that adjoined to his tiny living room and headed straight for his refridgerator. Instantly after opening the door, he knew he would have to go grocery shopping some time tomorrow. All that was left in there was a week old pizza and a half empty coke can. And maybe some mold that was growing on the wall.
Sighing in frustration, Michael tried ignore the rumbling in his stomach and closed the fridge door. No way was he going to eat week old pizza. No matter how hungry he was.
Might as well head off to bed. The boy thought to himself as he yawned a second time.
Just as he was heading down the hallway, however, a soft pounding sounded on the door leading outside.
Michael stopped half way down the hallway and listened. After about two seconds, another knock came. This time, the pounding sound was little bit harder and a little bit louder.
The hacker sighed heavily and turned around to head for the door. He must have taken longer than expected, for the knock came again. This time, the person outside really tried to beat the hell out of the poor, flimsy door.
"Alright, I'm coming! Keep your boxers on." Michael called to the rather rude knocker. Jeez, you think this guy could have at least taken a chill pill.
Taking hold of the doorknob, Michael quickly turned it and jerked the door open. He was not very happy.
"Listen, buddy, you really do have a lot of nerve asking me for a cup of sugar at this time of --" The young boy trailed off, blushing when he actually realized who was standing in front of him.
"Oh, ahem. Uh, hi...Eri." He stuttered, gazing with embarrassment at the auburn-haired girl standing right outside his door.
Eri smiled and nodded a greeting. "Hi, Michael." She added timidly.
The two of them stood there for a couple of seconds; both of them shifting their feet around uncomfortabley. How awkward...
"Um, may I come in? Please?" Eri asked softly, a blush similar to Michael's creeping up into her cheeks.
Michael gazed at her for a second before shaking himself out of a daze.
"Oh, I'm sorry! God, I'm such a rude asshole. Come in." He said, stepping aside from the door's enterence to allow her passage inside.
Eri smiled as she tried to keep from laughing and stepped quietly inside the tiny apartment where Michael lived.
"It's not much to look at, but it works. I would offer you something to eat, but I'm completely devoid of any food. So..." The hacker paused, his blush still as apparent as it had been before.
Damn it, I'm blabbering! He thought to himself grumpily as he tried to recover his courage. Sadly, he lost any grip he had on it.
"Uh, would you like to sit down?" He inquired hesitantly after a couple of minutes, noticing that her knees were beginning to bend from standing up for so long.
Eri looked at him for a moment before shaking her head no. Michael nodded and shoved his hands into his pockets.
More awkward tension filled the air between them and it was almost beginning to feel nausiating. After what seemed like an eternity, Eri finally cleared her throat to get the young hacker's attention. Once she had it, she shyly began speaking.
"Uh, Michael...about today. I really didn't mean to hurt you like that. I hope I can make it up to you. Buy you a new set of glasses, maybe?" She questioned, gesturing to his cracked lenses.
Michael crossed his eyes from a moment to get a good look at his damaged specticles. After studying them for a second, he then shook his head.
"Nah, they're not that bad. Don't blame anything on yourself --" He tried to say before she abruptly cut him off.
"Are you sure? I mean, I really could have hurt you or worse. Please, let me do something for you to let you know I'm sorry." She insisted, rattling on about all of the favors she could do for him.
Michael stared at her in disbelief. How could she just stand there, making him offers to make up for the pain she had accedentally inflicted on him, when it was him who had caused her to do so in the first place? He had a good feeling her actions were do to self defense.
And yet, she was still trying to shove all of these kind offers into his face. Why? Was there some other reason behind it?
At this last thought, Michael looked at Eri, who was currently pacing from where he stood to over to the couch and back. She was still naming out favors.
After a couple of seconds of watching her do this, Michael then grasped firmly on to her left arm on her return trip from the couch.
Clearly startled, Eri gazed up at him. Her brown eyes were wide in question.
"Michael? Are you alright?" She asked timidly.
The hacker stared down at her, his own eyes wide. Only his were wide with realization.
W-why does her voice do this to me? Why does it make me feel so powerless and yet, full of courage at the same time? I wonder if this is how Amon feels around Robin. He wondered helplessly.
Before he could stop himself, Michael had jerked Eri by her arm and into closer proximity. His eyes were searching her fearfull ones.
He then suddenly smiled. Or rather, he leered.
"Well...there is one thing you could do for me --" He trailed off as he bent down and kissed her.
Eri gasped, trembling as if she were frightened. She wouldn't even close her eyes.
After about two seconds, Michael pulled away. His eyes were still closed, as if he were still trying to recall the moment.
"What did I just do?" He asked so quietly, Eri almost didn't think that the question was aimed at her.
"Uh, I --well, I think you just --" She tried to stutter out, but failed quite miserablely.
Michael opened his eyes and looked down at her. His blue orbs were once again searching hers.
"You're going to run, now Aren't you?" He asked just as calmly as if he had asked her the time or the weather.
After having a couple of seconds to consider this question, Eri nodded vigorously and instantly bolted out of the still open door. The sound of screeching, car tires could be heard down in the parking lot minutes later.
Michael gazed at the doorway; a little perplexed over what just happened.
Then, finally getting his feet to move, the hacker walked slowly over to the door and closed it. After locking it securely, he trudged down the hallway to his bedroom and flopped down on to his clunky bed. He didn't even bother to get his pajamas on.
"I really am a rude and insensitive asshole." He said to himself as he let his eyes slowly close.
Hontou wa
Wakeaeru mono
Nante nai kara,
furikaeranakatta
Amon gazed contently at the chestnet-haired girl wrapped comfortabley in his strong arms. Her eyes were closed in sleep and her breathing was deep.
The ex-hunter smiled as he thought about what happened only thiry minutes ago...and almost laughed when he actually realized that it was Robin that he was sleeping with at this moment. It was kind of strange, especially when he recalled how horribley he used to treat her.
Amon frowned at this last part. How could he have treated her that way? How could he have been so rotten? Acting as if she were a child that only got in his way. What kind of person was he?
"A no good one, that's what..." He said to himself, pitifully answering his own stupid question. It kind of startled him when he heard someone else speak.
"A no good what?" Robin whispered from somewhere in his chest area, raising her head sleepily. Her green eyes were bright and she was smiling; her hair tousled.
Amoin gazed down at her, his frown still plastered to his face. After a couple of minutes, he couldn't bring himself to look at her anymore and he turned away.
"I am, Robin. I'm a terrible person. I'm such a hypocret and I didn't even realize it until just now." He said bitterly as he adjusted himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around his knees. This was an unnatural way for him to sit.
Robin cocked her head slightly to the left, the questioning expression on her face showing clearly. She, too, then sat up in a sitting position; making sure she drew Amon large jacket up to her chest.
"What are you talking about? You're not a hypocret --" She tried to reassure him, but he cut her off with a stern glare that he threw her way.
And you would know this, how? If you remember correctly, it was me that tried to hunt you. Even after I told you that I didn't think of you as a witch, I went against my heart and bloody about killed you." He told her snappishly as he stubbornly turned away from her to look at the doorway out of the conference room.
He was acting like a child and he knew it. How stupid can one person get?
Robin stared at the back of his head, slightly shocked. It took a minute, but she finally regained her composure.
"Yes, you did." She said quietly, trying to get Amon's attention to turn back to her. He, however, just grunted as if to say, "See, I told you." and continued to stare at the door.
Robin smiled and shook her head as she chuckled. She then scooted as close as she could to Amon's backside and wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. The dark-haired man stiffened, as if he thought she was going to blast him with a shot a of fire.
"But if you also remember, the gun you used was empty. You believed in me, even when the odds were against me. You trusted in me, even when no one else was willing to. I'm thankful for that, Amon. I'm thankful for you." She whisped as she layed a small kiss on the spot where his spine met his shoulder blades.
Amon's features softened as he brought a large hand up to grasp on to hers, which were currently clasped together near his throat. She really did have no idea...
"Still, that doesn't make me less of a monster." He said softly as he closed his eyes. Pain was gripping at his heart and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Robin's smile turned into a frown. Sighing in slight frustration, she placed her head delicately in between his shoulder blades.
"Amon..." She breathed as she closed her eyes and cuddled up against his back.
Amon heard her say his name and lowered his head.
He really didn't deserve her...
"You're not a monster."
Falling into a light sleep,
Watashi ni michiru
I don't carry out,
Yakusoko wa yagate
It didn't take Amon long to figure out that it had all been a dream. Especially when he opened his eyes and gazed downward to find that he was fully clothed.
"Damn it..." He sighed as he closed his eyes and took his elbow off of Michael's desk. His arm was pretty sore, which probably indicated that he been leaning on it for quite awhile.
His suspicions were confirmed when he heard the little bell on the door upstairs ringing, signaling that it was undoubtingly Misha coming in for work.
With a huge yawn, the ex-hunter brought up his arm to look at his watch. It showed that it was six o' clock in the morning.
"Double damn. I've been out for too long." He said to himself as he pushed his chair away from the computer and stood up.
Just as he was putting on his trench coat, he stopped when he remembered how he and Robin had used it for a blanket. He unknowningly smiled at the thought.
Enough of that, now. That was a dream, remember? We have to go out and find the real Robin. His conscience snobbishly reminded him. The dark-haired man never even realized how arrogent his inner voice of reason was.
Shaking his head, Amon quickly pulled his jacket on and ran up the stairs of the basement three at a time.
Itsuka no
Kagayaki suteta
Kaerarenai
Asa no hikari no you
Robin bolted up in her bed, panting as if she had just ran the hundred-meter dash. Sweat was making her pajamas stick to her skin.
Did -- did I really just do that with...Amon? She thought to herself as she rubbed at her forehead. It was throbbing painfully.
"Did you have another nightmare?" A deep voice asked from in the direction of the door.
Robin raised her head to gaze up at Bree. She was dressed in a black bikini that showed off her sickeningly pale stomach. Her black towel was wrapped around her waist, concealing her equally pale legs. Her hair was damp from the pool and was dripping water excessently.
The young witch blushed, a little embarrassed to be seen this way.
"No. N-not really." She said softly as she brought her knees to her chest and encircled her arms around them. She was still blushing a vibrant pink color.
Bree gazed down at the younger girl for a second; her expression hard. After a couple of moments, however, her features suddenly softened. Letting out a sigh, the black-haired girl walked over to Robin's bed and sat down on the end of it.
"Robin. If there's anything you want to tell me, you can. I know I haven't been the friendliest of people, but you can talk to me. I won't bite." She said softly. Her face was unnatural gentle.
Robin gazed up at Bree, rather startled at this affectionate side that she was not used to seeing. Bree was one of those people who would rather be alone. Sort of like Amon in a way.
And yet, here she was, being almost like an older sister.
The chestnut-haired girl sighed, raising her emerald gaze to Bree's darker one. A sad smile was plastered on her lips as if someone had stuck it there.
"I -- I dreamed about Amon again." She whispered, the smile turning into a frown as she hugged her knees closer to her breast.
Bree stared at her, her head slowly leaning to the right. She looked almost adorable in a way.
"What happened?" She asked quietly, her manlike voice sounding almost femanin.
Robin closed her eyes as she tried to recall the dream. It had been so real...and yet, she couldn't seem to remember all of it. It was like someone had just plucked it out of her mind.
"I...can't remember. I remember Amon hugging me. He had said a girl told him that I was back in Japan." She paused here, her face screwed up painfully in thought.
"But it all goes blank right there. I can't remember anything after that." She explained. Of course, she only told half the truth. She could remember up to the part where Amon had removed his kimono-vest. She didn't need to remember anything to know what had happened next.
Bree continued to stare. Her usual glare had returned, but it wasn't as hard as it normally was.
"Try." She encouraged her as best as she could; making sure that she didn't push the young witch too hard.
Robin nodded and closed her eyes tightly. After a couple of minutes, she reopened them and raised her head to Bree's eye level.
"I do remember some of the ending. Amon was -- angry with himself over something that he did to me...he was calling himself monster..." She trailed off, feeling surprised when she felt tears in her eyes.
"Bree, Amon's not a monster. Why would he call himself that?" Robin sobbed as she buried her face in her knees. She could feel the moisture from her tears wetting her face.
"Please, tell me, Bree. Why would Amon call himself a monster? He knows I would never see him like that in my eyes. Oh, Amon..." She broke down right there; her tears rushing out in rivers.
An arm suddenly snaked around Robin's shoulder and she tensed for a moment before realizing it was only Bree trying to comfort her.
"Hey, come on. Don't cry." The older girl pleaded soothingly as she rubbed her hand on Robin's arm. "Come now. Shhh."
They sat there for a few minutes, with Robin crying her eyes out. After a good while, however, she was finally able to stop and raise her to head to look around at Bree.
"Thank-you. I really needed that." She said softly, wiping at her emerald orbs.
Bree smiled and nodded. Somehow, this time her smile didn't look as scary.
"No problem. I'm going to go get changed. You just sit here and we'll talk when I get out." She said as she stood up and headed for the restroom.
Robin watched her walk around the bed, her eyes almost sympathetic. She then realized something that had been bothering her ever since she met the dark witch.
"Hey, Bree." She called out just as the older girl was about to close the door to the bathroom.
Bree stuck her head through the doorway, a confused expression covering her facial features.
"Yeah?" She answered.
Robin stayed silent for a moment. For some reason, she was a little embarrassed to ask the question she was thinking of. It took all of her courage, but she finally managed to open her mouth.
"Um, what is your power? I mean, Rain said you were a witch, but she never said anything about what you did." She said tentively, her blush returning.
Bree blinked as if she were confused. She then, however, smiled.
"Would you believe I have the power of light." She sad with a chuckle. A small blush had appeared in her own cheeks.
Robin stared at the other girl, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Are -- are you serious?" She asked, grinning when Bree nodded and quickly shut the bathroom door to preserve her dignity.
Robin listened to the silence for a few moments; her smile still apparent.
Perhaps being cooped up in this crummy hotel wasn't as bad as she had originally thought.
Falling into a light sleep
Watashi ni michiru
I don't carry out
Yakusoko wa yagate
Itsuka no
Kagayaki suteta
Kaerarenai
Asa no hikari no you
Andy tossed and turned in his bed later that night. He was sweating profusely and he was muttering strange nonsense.
"No. No. Stay away. Get-get away from me!" He was saying, as if something were chasing him. After a couple of minutes of rolling around and getting tangled up in his sheets, he suddenly bolted up right into a sitting position.
"STAY AWAY!!!" He shouted, causing Ian, whom was sleeping in the bed nearest to the door, to jump up and turn on the lamp on the bedside table.
"What is it! What's going on!" The blonde-haired man questioned, his silver eyes widened in shock.
Andy turned to look at him, his own eyes just as wide. He then smiled sheepishly and he blushed as he twirled some of his long, brown hair around his finger.
"Uh, killer bunnies and squirrels with razor-sharp teeth were chasing after me...." He said, his blush becoming redder.
Ian glared hard at the young boy for a second before groaning and turning off the lamp.
"Andy, go back to sleep and pretend like those killer bunnies are getting eaten by rapid dogs in tutus." He said bitterly as he settled down under his sheets and was soon fast asleep.
Andy thought about this for a second before shrugging and snuggling under his own covers. The room was soon filled with loud snores.
Me: Well...that was an extremely awkward chapter to write. If any one is offended by the content in this chapter, please forgive me. As for the ending, it was just something silly that I had in mind.
Solaria735: Yes, Amon is once again OOC. Oh, well. Sometimes it's a little hard not to make him that way.
As for Ian, his motivation for his weird attitude will be revealed in a much later chapter. I'm sorry if that upsets you in any way. :(
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Angel452: Yes, Michael does eventually find out that Robin is alive and back in Japan, but that happens a little bit later. Keep checking back, if you want to see. :)
Amon's Angel of the Darkness: Yes, that one little detail is very important. Ian and Amon are exactly alike, except for the hair. Get that in your head, people!! :) I'm J/K. Any way, you find out later why they look so much alike.
Yes, send me chapter 8 's peom! I would love to read it. You're much better at making peoms than I am.
Ah, yes, Doujima. Can't have a story without her. She plays a big role in my next WHR story (Well, not exactly a big role, but a bigger role than she has in "It Ends Here").
Yes, Ian was rather giddy that Robin had to stay indoors. I can't tell you what happens between them, though. I might end up giving away something that I don't want to... I'm sorry.
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AnimeReviewer790: Yes, I had to use that song in this story. Don't know why, just had to. :) School is the most boring place on earth. I'd rather be in Hell, sometimes. That doesn't mean that I don't want an education, of course, but oh, well. Thanks for reviewing! Peace. :)
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I must go have my daily dose of TNBC music, now. I hope you guys enjoy the chapter.