Well, here's another chapter for you all. I seriously didn't think I would get this sucker out, but hey, I was inspired. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The characters within this work of fiction are not mine. They belong to their respective owners. However, this does not apply to Sorako, Sahirah, or Ayashige (and any other little minor characters). They belong to me, so please do not steal them.
Chapter 10
Disoriented.
Sorako blinked. Her eyes felt heavy, and something wasn't right. Sitting up, she scanned the area. Everywhere she looked, a vast sea of white panned out. And she was alone.
What's going on? She wondered, bitting her nails worriedly. Where am I? Is this a dream?
"Don't be afraid." A soft celestial voice said, coming from behind her.
She spun around and nearly choked on a gasp. Before her a woman with skin as pale as moonlight and eyes the same bloody crimson as her own stood, her pale hair fanning out and falling to her hips. The woman from my dreams. She's Sahirah. She was gorgeous, and somehow Sorako felt lacking.
Yet, the young human knew she was being silly. This majestic woman was clearly not human, so of course she wouldn't possess the flaws that bound the red-head to her fate. Even the pale blue oval twinkling on the beautiful woman's forehead was unearthly in design. I-is she a demon?
"W-who are you?" She managed to say, still in awe of the mystical woman. Everything about her made Sorako painfully aware of her shortcomings. Just a human woman, She thought bitterly, gazing at the angelic being.
"You know who I am, Sorako." She began, a small smile drifting across her pallid face. Stooping beside the red-head, she took her hand, threading their fingers together. The young human was amazed at how perfectly they intertwined. Almost as if they belong together.
"You are Sorako. I am Sahirah." The woman whispered, looking into identical crimson eyes. "And we are the same."
"What?!" The young woman gapped, pulling from Sahirah's grasp. "How can we be the same? I . . you're beautiful, and I'm human." She mumbled, ashamed of herself, of her humanity.
"But we are the same, Sorako." The woman reaffirmed, raising Sorako's chin with one long delicate finger. "I am what you should be. What you were before." She murmured sadly. "You must remember me, Sorako. It is very important that you find me." The woman stood, eyes gazing off into the whiteness.
"What? Why?" The oblivious human asked, still stunned by what the woman said. Could I have possibly been so . . . so beautiful?
Crimson eyes turned back, meeting hers. "If you don't find me, you'll die." Sahirah's eyes turned soft, melancholy draped around her small frame. "Don't you see? You're dying, Sorako. Without the piece of your soul that makes you immortal, you can't survive."
"B-but what kept me alive all this time?" She asked, confused. "I've been human for nearly 50 years." Standing, she moved to the other woman's side.
"Ayashige." The woman whispered, bitterness creeping into her tone. Her pale fingers clenched, hate burning in her eyes. Hate Sorako knew and felt all too well. The mere mention of that demon's name made her shudder with it. Then, just as it appeared, the hate vanished, replaced by an emotion Sorako couldn't quite place. "Tell me, do you remember him?" Sahirah asked, turning her gaze to the overwhelmed human.
Twirling her thumbs nervously, Sorako turned her eyes to the bright floor. "If you mean Kuronue, I never forgot him. Not completely."
Happiness traced across Sahirah's face at the mention of his name. "I'm glad. I had hoped you wouldn't. I know I never could." She whispered softly.
Sorako mirrored the woman's smile. Then, a thought dawned on her. "Sahirah, what are you . . . exactly? Are you immortal?"
"Yes, I am immortal." She answered, turning back to Sorako. "As to what I am, there are many names, but I believe you would know me best as a unicorn. The last to exist in Makai." She stated, a dour tone seeping into her voice, and it startled Sorako.
Her brows furrowed, watching the mood swing in her other self. "A unicorn? That's what I am?"
A nod came in response, yet it was followed by its own question. "If I may ask, why are you so taken with that fire demon? The forbidden one? What binds you to him?" Sahirah asked, eyes filled with question. And better yet, what binds him to you? Why does he bother to care so much about you? Us?
"I, uh . . . he rescued me, protected me." She said, fumbling for the correct words. She herself didn't even understand it. It just was.
"You know better." Sahirah stated, eyes boring into twin crimson, searching Sorako's heart. "He reminds you of him, doesn't he? The demon thief we loved?"
"I . . . ." The words died before they even formed. How was she supposed to deny something she hadn't even thought about? It could very well be true. "I don't know." She replied, finally settling on an indefinite answer.
The serene woman merely smiled, placing a delicate hand on the human's shoulder. "But you will." An expression of worry flitted across her face. "Tread carefully, Sorako, for there are many hearts in the balance. Do not hurt those who would love you in your haste to fill voids the past has left."
Then, in a flurry, pale arms wrapped around her shoulders in a tight hug. "You must hurry or there will be nothing left of either of us." Then, Sahirah backed away, her body fading into the white. "Search for that dearest to you." Came her final words.
"Wait! I need to ask you something!" But Sahirah was gone, leaving Sorako to wonder where she might find the part of her missing soul. Something dearest to me? But what could that be?
Kurama shifted, the edges of sleep faded from his mind as he became fully aware of his surroundings. What happened? He wondered, as the sensation of touch once again filled his body. He was startled to find that something was pressed against his left side. Something warm and very soft.
What in the world? Opening one bleary emerald eye, he turned his head and came face to face with a long, red . . . something. Blinking again, he found that something to be hair. Lifting his head, which seemed to be overly heavy to his weakened muscles, he found that his charge, Sorako, was resting peacefully beside him, her arms tangled about him.
This is odd, He thought, laying his head back down. The last thing I remember is fighting along side Hiei and the others in Makai, then a blank. Though, I see we were successful in our mission, He sighed thankfully, a smile creeping onto his face.
The mere thought of his failing the already traumatized girl was more than he could bare, even now. More than anything, he hated failing those closest to him. And somehow the slip of a human girl had found her way into his heart. It seems odd, though. I feel almost as if I know her . . . and why . . . did I sense that energy in the castle and think of her? I don't understand what's happening.
He then heard the door open, its hinges squeaking softly. Turning, he found Botan staring down at him with tears in her eyes. "Oh, Kurama! I'm so glad you're back! I was so worried." She gushed, the tears streaking down her cheeks as she impulsively hugged him. "I was so scared you wouldn't wake up."
"Botan." He murmured, awestruck that she was so stricken. Sure, he knew she cared, for she loved all the members of the team equally in her own way, but to see her cry for him . . . it blew him away. Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around her, careful not to awaken Sorako. "Please, don't cry. I'm alright. I won't leave you again." He cooed, trying to calm her down. She was flat out balling now.
"But," She began, sniffling against his shirt front. "I thought for the longest you wouldn't wake up, and then Youko started running amuck and . . . ." Botan hesitated when she felt the red-head stiffen in her arms.
"Youko?" Kurama interrupted, puzzled. "He gained control? When?"
The deity pulled away, staring into his calming eyes. How much I missed those eyes. "Y-you mean you didn't know? When I went to visit you in the hospital yesterday, he . . . he came out right in front of me." She whispered, her tone hesitant and nervous. Kurama didn't fail to pick up on that.
"Did he hurt you?" He asked urgently, eyeing the deity. His strong yet gentle hands ran down her shoulders, stopping at the elbows. "Please, you must tell me." An emotion Botan had never seen coming from him shined in his brilliant eyes: fear.
At first she didn't understand why he was so fearful, being as he and Youko were connected and basically the same. Until she realized Kurama admitted to having had no knowledge of the fox even coming out, much less what he actually did. I guess they're not as bonded as I thought.
"No, I'm fine. He didn't hurt me. He . . . ." Here, she hesitated, unsure if she should actually tell the red-head, but as he gazed into her eyes, she couldn't keep it from him. "He kissed me." She murmured softly, averting her gaze. A deep blush sprang to her cheeks as she remembered it. With all the excitement, I'd forgotten about it.
Green eyes widened marginally, then narrowed in thought. So it wasn't just a dream. I actually did that. "Did he, then?" She nodded. "Is that all he did while in control?"
Botan sighed, regaining herself. "No, he . . . he came after Sorako."
"What?" He exclaimed, grabbing Botan's shoulders. "It's very important you tell me what he did to her." His voice was sharp, tense. Nothing at all like the Kurama she knew.
"I-I don't know! Hiei was here with her!" She explained, trying to pull away from him. His grip on her arms was really starting to hurt. "Kurama, stop. You're hurting me."
Instantly, he released her, ashamed. "Forgive me, Botan. It's just . . . if he had hurt either of you, I don't think I would be able to forgive myself." Then, meeting her startled gaze, he ran one hand up, cupping her cheek. "You're very special to me, and I couldn't bare anything to happen to you. Even by my own hand." He said, gently stroking her cheek and wiping her tears away.
"I missed you." She murmured, eyes closing contentedly. "There's a lot that I need to tell you."
His brows furrowed, pulling her down to sit beside him on the bed. "Tell me then." He smiled softly, making her heart skip a beat. Oh, if I'd lost you . . . I wouldn't have been able to bear it.
"Kurama, I . . . I don't know what I'd do without you." She said, deliberately avoiding his calm face. She couldn't bring herself to do this if she were looking at him. "And I . . . ." But she couldn't do it, even staring at her fingers.
"You can tell me, Botan. I don't bite." He whispered, pulling her to him in a gentle hug. A small chuckle escaped his lips. "At least, not often."
"Oh!" She exclaimed, hitting him playfully in the chest. "That wasn't funny!" Yet, she was smiling brightly all the while.
"But in all seriousness, you can tell me anything. I won't judge you." He reassured, clasping her hand in his.
Maybe it was the warmth of his embrace, or the reassuring smile on his face, but Botan suddenly felt she could tell him anything. And tell him she did. "I . . . ." Yet, she still hesitated. So many different emotions and thoughts swam in her mind, frightening her. If he turns me down, I could never look at him again! So, instead of a declaration of undying love, she asked him about another thought plaguing her mind. "Do you know the name Kuronue?" She asked, a blush still creeping into her complection.
It's a name I know all too well. "Kuronue? Why are you asking me this? Do you know someone by that name?" He asked, a subtle sort of urgency in his voice. Could it possibly be . . ? Is he truly still alive?
"Oh, no! I don't," Came the embarrassed reply. Her eyes shifted over to the slumbering girl with copper hair. "But Sorako does. I . . I think she fell in love with him." Her voice softened to barely a whisper, memories of the broken girl flooding her mind.
Kurama's eyes widened, taking in all the information. There's no way it could be him . . . and yet . . . . "Did she tell you what he looked like? Is he still alive?" His voice was tight, and he felt livid. If this Kuronue was truly his old partner . . . well he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Why is he getting so worked up? It's almost like he knows him or something. "No, he's dead. That demon lord, Ayashige, killed him before her eyes." Deity death murmured, reflexively gripping Kurama's arm. I don't know what I'd do if I had seen something like that happen to you, She thought, tears forming in her eyes. "It was so sad, the way she broke down. She told me that all she could remember about him was his dark blue eyes."
Botan met her would-be lover's gaze, tears streaking down her face. "That monster made her forget, Kurama! He took all her memories from her life before captivity. The only thing she did remember was Kuronue. She must have loved him so." Then, noticing the look of, dare she say, horror on her friend's face, she asked him what was wrong.
Kurama didn't answer at first, his mind whizzing around facts too fast for him to coherently speak. All he could think about was his old partner. He had blue eyes. "I was just thinking about my old partner. His name was Kuronue . . . and he possessed blue eyes." He answered solemnly, his mind still humming frantically. Could she truly have known him? Am I getting my hopes up over nothing?
The ferry girl's eyes widened, the sudden realization of everything clicking into place. She tightened her grip on his arms, hoping to offer some small bit of comfort. "Do you think her Kuronue is the same person?"
"I honestly haven't the slightest idea, but being as we know very little about her, it could be entirely possible." He sighed, emerald eyes fogging over in forgotten pain and regret. "I didn't see him die. He could have been alive." Then, a thought seemed to come to mind. "Botan, did she say anything else that might have led you to believe the man she knew was my old friend?"
Botan stopped a moment, retracing everything that had been said and done during that time. Suddenly, she remembered a very crucial piece of the puzzle. "After Hiei brought Sorako back, I remember hearing her say something about a demon in her dream." Cotton candy orbs once again met emerald. "That demon was Youko Kurama."
Again, the fox's eyes widened, momentarily flashing gold. It startled Botan out of his arms, but Kurama was in too deep a thought to actually notice. So she knew me then? Something isn't adding up. The question is, what?
Turning back to the deity, he spoke. "Botan, I need you to tell me everything."
And she did.
"Where is he, Urameshi?" The tall orange-top asked, scanning the area for any traces of demonic energy. Yet, there was none to be found. Did Koenma tell us the wrong place or something? "I don't see him."
"I know." Yusuke mumbled rather annoyed. He knew that this was the correct location, but there wasn't anything there. No demons and not even any humans. "Something about this isn't right."
"Hey, Urameshi, I'm pickin' up on something. It's coming from that way." Kuwabara bellowed, pointing to the north. "Something evil."
Slipping into a fighting stance, Yusuke focused on that direction. "Well, when they come, we'll be ready for 'em."
Mimicking his friend, the tall teen slipped into his own stance, ready to draw his spirit sword when the time came. "Right." Yet, there was a part of him deep inside whispering something was wrong, that the demons headed for them should have already passed this way. However, he chose to ignore the voice, concentrating on the battle about to begin. Something feels wrong . . . .
Then, the horde broke through the tree line, wielding weapons high, hoping to smash in the young men's heads before they could attack. Both boys began their defense, punching and kicking and slashing at the demons, decimating their numbers quickly. Too quickly.
"Hey, Kuwabara! Does something about this feel wrong to you?" Yusuke shouted, blasting yet another demon with a right hook. He didn't get back up.
"Yeah," He began, beheading the demon that charged at him. "They just seem . . . weak." Then, it dawned on both boys what was wrong.
"Ayashige isn't here!" They both yelled.
A wicked chuckle from the trees drew their attention as the last of the horde was cut down. "You are correct, Detectives. My lord had other plans he needed to tend to here, and we couldn't have you getting in the way, now could we?" The voice said, its owner still locked in shadow.
However, that didn't keep Yusuke from knowing him. He vaguely remembered the demon from his fight before. "What the hell are you talking about?"
The demon stepped out smugly, his orange eyes boring into the detective's own. "I expected better from Koenma's spirit detectives. Do you truly not realize what my lord is after?" Receiving a blank stare, he continued. "Why, he's come to reclaim his property of course. He's come to take the girl . . . and to kill that meddling fox for always spoiling his plans." A sinister grin played on Hebi's face.
Yusuke's eyes widened. "Kurama." He murmured, recalling that his cunning friend had been out cold when he left.
"He'll be killed." Kuwabara said, turning back to look in that direction. A chill ran down his spine as a blast of malevolent demon energy shot out, tingling his senses. "He . . . he's here!" He bellowed. How'd I miss so much energy? Turning back to Yusuke, he spoke in a frantic tone. "He's here, Urameshi! Ayashige's gonna hurt Kurama and Sorako!" No matter what, he couldn't bring himself to say kill. The thought of the red-head dying was too much for him. Kurama can't die.
"Take care of him, Kuwabara!" Yusuke yelled, running back toward the fox's home. I'll never make it . . . but I have to try! Even with his weaker spiritual awareness, the detective felt the demonic energy Kuwabara had earlier mentioned. Why didn't I see it was a trap earlier? How could I be so stupid?! Running as hard as his leg muscles would allow, he only hoped nothing would happen. Maybe Hiei's still around.
Yet, it was a fool's hope.
After telling him everything, Botan sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly. It had been quite a long few days, and it showed no signs of letting up.
"So, that's all you know?" Kurama asked, more to himself than anyone. Thinking through the memories he had as Youko, he couldn't find a single thing that even remotely reminded him of her. And by the looks of things, it didn't seem the fox would help any, either. Youko's quiet. Too quiet.
"Yeah," Botan murmured sadly, leaning against him wearily. "It's awful, isn't it? All the pain she'd had to live with."
Kurama nodded, wrapping an arm around the petite deity. "I agree, but we still need to find out all we can. I'm not sure what, but something has been nagging at me ever since I met her." He gestured to Sorako. "And the fact that I can't find any traces of her in Youko's memories confirms my suspicions."
"About what, Kurama?" The oblivious ferry girl asked, looking up into his intelligent face.
"Sorako hasn't always been human." He murmured, cupping his chin between his forefinger and thumb.
"What are you suggesting? That Ayashige made her human?" Death asked incredulously, her cotton candy eyes narrowing. Maybe he had more than just a bump on the head.
"Yes," he nodded, a determined look on his face. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting. He is powerful enough to do so, given the correct spell." He explained, emerald eyes staring off into nothing. "I'm certain that's what he did, especially being that Sorako has no spirit energy."
"And every human has at least a little." Botan finished, awed by Kurama's quick wit and intellect. "I never actually thought of it that way, but you could be right, Kurama. I know there are spells like that, which I'm sure the demon lord could easily get if he wanted." She stopped, looking over at the pale, nearly lifeless girl. "But why would anyone want to do something like that?" She murmured aloud, thinking.
"To gain control." Came a deep sinister voice from the window. Both turned sharply toward it, and Botan gasped when she saw the demon lord himself standing there. "Creatures like her have a very nasty habit of bitting their masters."
Botan screamed, grabbing hold of Kurama who was already reaching for a rose in his hair.
"I wouldn't do that, Fox." The lord hissed, then he vanished, only to reappear by Sorako's side. "Unless you want her to die." Ayashige then scooped up the girl, cradling her in his arms almost lovingly. His onyx orbs shifted to her face briefly, a strange distant look harbored in their depths.
Kurama backed down slightly, but he still held the rose in his hand. "Let her go. I won't allow you to take her again." He growled, pushing Botan back. He snarled when the lord's eyes roved over the ferry girl's body hungrily. "If you touch her, I will kill you."
The lord lazily met his emerald gaze, drawing his sword. "On the contrary, my cunning little fox. The only one dying today . . . will be you." Then, he lashed out, nearly decapitating the startled red-head. "Next time, I won't miss."
"Oh, Kurama! Be careful!" Botan exclaimed, biting her nails worriedly. He's still not well . . . how can he defeat a demon when he's sick? She screamed when the demon lord appeared at her side, his long clawed fingers sliding up the side of her neck seductively.
"You're a pretty one, aren't you?" He cooed, his voice repulsively sultry. "I think I'll have you, as well." Then, with one flick of the wrist, Botan lay beside Sorako.
"Botan." Kurama whispered, watching her slump down in pain. "You'll regret that." He hissed, slashing at the demon with his whip. However, he missed, hitting only air.
A look of enlightenment crossed the dark demon's face. "Oh, now I understand. You love her, don't you? How the mighty have fallen." He mused, lashing out with his blade. This time, as said, he did not miss. The blade hit Kurama in the side, slicing a large gash there. He winced as the blood began to bubble out, staining his shirt. His vision blurred, and he felt himself falling against his will.
Botan screamed, rushing to the fallen fox's side. "Kurama! Don't die on me, please. Kurama, please," He voice was hoarse, tears dripping from her eyes. "I love you." She whispered, holding the near unconscious man in her arms. It was all she could do to keep him on his feet. Please, don't die here!
Annoyed, Ayashige pushed the deity away, knocking her unconscious and raised his sword above the red-head's swaying form. Then, just as the lord's sword began its downward swing to cleanly decapitate the ailing fox, it clanged with metal. Another sword had darted into his path.
Hazy emerald eyes rose and were greeted with a figure in black. "Hiei . . . ." Kurama whispered, dropping to his knees.
"Don't strain yourself, Kurama. I'll take it from here." The small demon replied, yet as he was turned away, though barely, the lord took his leave. Grabbing both the girls, he disappeared out the window and back into Makai.
"Damn." The fire apparition muttered. Bending down, he laid Kurama on his back and checked his injuries. "You're one lucky bastard." He murmured. Just a little deeper . . . and he wouldn't be here.
"So . . . it appears." The fox murmured, pressing his hand weakly against his injured side. "Hiei . . . did he t-take them?" He asked, his voice languid. His fingers tangled loosely in his shorter friend's shirtfront.
Hiei nodded, a sour look scrawling across his face. "He ran like a coward." He hissed. Averting his eyes, he began to see to his friend's injury. Kurama startled him, however, when he started to stand. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked irately, pushing the fox down.
"Let go of me, Hiei. I have to go after her." His voice was tight from pain, but still held an edge of malice. It was a tone Hiei'd never heard from Kurama before. The demon released him, backing up.
"This isn't a good idea. What do you plan on doing in your condition?" The fire demon asked, eyeing the kitsune closely.
"I don't know! But there has to be something I can do. I won't let him hurt either of them!" He growled, pushing himself to his feet. The red- head swayed, but stood firm. He turned from Hiei, walking toward the door. Blood oozed from the wound, and Hiei knew it would attract every beast within miles once he entered Makai. In his condition, Kurama would be dead before he got anywhere near the castle.
"You do realize you'll be dead before you reach the castle?" Hiei asked, watching his friend with barely hidden worry. I'm letting emotions get the better of me. That weak human girl . . .
He turned back, emerald eyes gazing into ruby. A small bittersweet smile graced his face. "I know, but I can't allow that demon to hurt those I care about anymore." He said, a dedication to his voice Hiei understood all too well. He was going to save them, or die trying. It was that simple.
"Don't follow me, Hiei. I can do this on my own." Then, Kurama disappeared out the door into the falling night.
Moments later, Yusuke burst through the window. "Where is he? Where is that bastard!?" He yelled, turning frantically.
Hiei sighed, sheathing his sword. "You're late. He's been and gone."
"What about Kurama? Is he ok?" He asked frantically, searching the room. Hiei would have found his actions funny if not for the circumstances.
"He's gone after him." The slip of shadow said, moving to the window. "He took Botan along with the girl."
"Botan!?" Brown eyes wide with disdain met Hiei's own. "We have to go after them."
"We will." Hiei said. Yet, just as they were about to leave, Kuwabara came running down the road. A horde of demons followed him.
His eyes wide, the tall orange-top came screaming down the road. "Urameshi! HELP!"
Yusuke sighed, turning back to the small demon at his side. "Wanna take care of these guys first?"
A malicious smirk played across Hiei's face. "Just what I had in mind."
Kurama panted, gripping his side tighter. I can't take much more of this . . . I won't be able to rescue them, He thought, his run slowing to a mere jogging walk. I can't . . . but I must!
I can help you, y'know, A jaunty voice rang out, startling Kurama. It didn't seem to matter how much time passed, he could never fully get used to hearing another person inside of his head.
Why does the girl interest you so, Youko? The red-head asked, ignoring his offer for now.
His voice was strained, bitter almost. She's a memory of the past. The only living one I have left. Then, regaining his bouncy air, he again offered to help. Do you want to save them or not? You know as well as I, that is something you cannot do in your present state.
He stopped to think for a moment. It was true he could barely stand up as it was, let alone infiltrate a demon palace and rescue two women. Very well, Youko. But if you hurt either of them, I-
Would you ever hurt Botan? The woman you love? The fox asked, throwing Kurama off.
Never . . . .
Then you have your answer, Youko growled as Kurama closed his eyes.
Moments later, copper hair faded along with emerald eyes, replaced by silver and gold. Spunky half-smile in place, Youko ripped a hole into Makai and jumped through.
I'll save you . . . Sahirah.
Deep inside, Kurama was puzzled by the fox's words. Who is . . . Sahirah?
Finally, the true idenitity of Sahirah is revealed. That probably surprised some of you, though someone did guess it (cna't remember who at the moment, sorry). Anyway, the plot is slowly coming into focus (very slowly). Especially so, since I'm getting rather lost in all the little sub plots. I seriously didn't plan for this to be so very complex.
Now, please review.
Lady of Roses: Why, hello! I'm happy to see another person stumbled onto my lil story! I'm also happy that you like it. And about the pairings, yes I know they're all over the place, but there's actually only two major pairings. One is canon (kinda), that being Kurama and Botan, and the other is . . . well, I'm not a liberty to say at this moment, but it shouldn't be too difficult to figure out. I've left plenty of clues. The others, are kinda just . . . I dunno. Hiei and Sorako was the original main pairing when I thought up this lil gem way back when. Been nearly a year. Then, it disappeared, now it's back, though it's really not a romantic thing. I don't think I made it very clear (bad, bad Darache), but Sorako reminds Hiei of his sister, Yukina. That reminds me, I need to actually include her in the story . . . . And the Youko and Sorako one will be explained all in good time.
Animegirl417: Ah, thank you, thank you! But seriously, I really don't think I'm that great in terms of writing. But then again, I'm my own worst critic. If you really wanna read some good YYH fiction, go check out Volpone's stories. Doubly so if you're a fan of Kurama and Botan. Hope you enjoy this chapter just as much as the others!
Well, until next time, Later!