Amethyst: Heya! I come in peace to bring you yet another chapter of my multi, Devil's Advocates. Yes, I'm on a high right now. Dunno why, dun wanna know why, just am.

Floramon: Heh, just another cause to celebrate!

A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter! You guys are great. Anyway, I feel like doing the disclaimer today, surprisingly. I do not own Digimon. There.

Devil's Advocates

Chapter 15: Breaking Point

-Everything you say to me

Takes me one step closer to the edge

And I'm about to break…- - "One Step Closer" - Linkin Park

Kyubimon snarled. Her glorious victory had gone unnoticed by her graceless Tamer, and on top of that, another Digimon had captured the young girl's frivolous attention. A Digimon so far-gone that it had taken a psychopathic creature's dangerous desires to bring it out from the grave, where it had once rested for a reason; waiting for something to awaken it. The fox-like creature snarled once more before snapping her head around to face her defeated opponents: an over-sized bunny, that which lay unconscious with a look of pleading engraved on its face; a red saurian overturned onto its belly with a defeated air about it; and a small purple dragon that stumbled on its unstable feet, a look of pure determination present on its saurian features. With what little emotion she possessed, Kyubimon grinned at the persistent creature. Oh what pure trouble honour had become nowadays…

Her attention once again turned to her Tamer; the reserved girl who had once cared nothing for these abhorred creatures. But she became a monster in the face of guilt. The two had held such power within their bonds that nothing could ever defeat them, or come between them. Her newly black fur rippled with such apprehension that the Champion could not understand what had happened to the two of them. They had shone so much in the gloriousness of their effortless defeats and yet something had happened to cause a rift in between their perfect bond.

"We're not going to…give up…you know. We're going to fight this…and end it…"

Kyubimon's thoughts were quickly interrupted as the broken, indistinct voice of the purple dragon pierced into her perked ears. "I don't think you have a choice but to admit defeat," she snarled back with unnecessary ferocity.

Monodramon glanced about him before coughing, almost unwittingly. "Doesn't look like your Tamer's too interested."

Kyubimon snarled and pounced forward, swiping Monodramon away effortlessly with a single paw. Landing with a soft thud some distance away, the Rookie coughed once before his body relaxed limply. Kyubimon's crimson optics blazed with fury while she looked away, disgusted. Was there nobody who could challenge such a powerful creature?

Jeri stared with horror at Alice, whose eyes were glued to the glowing computer screen in front of her. Unconsciously, Alice's chair was swaying slightly as she impulsively shifted her body weight. With every half-turn the chair made; there was a soft creak, which actually became quite loud in the unintentional silence between them. Jeri's soft brown eyes narrowed at the annoying sound and without thinking she pulled out a hand and grabbed the chair, making in stop moving at once. Alice just turned around and glanced sheepishly at her friend.

"Sorry…"

"Are you two going to tell me why you're here, now?"

The two turned slowly around at the recognition of the smooth voice. Yamaki stood at the top of the stairs with an accusing look, mostly appointed at Alice, since she was the one who initially worked at Hypnos. Noticing the look of annoyance Yamaki was giving her, Alice stood from her chair and stepped past Jeri. "Yamaki, we have a problem," she glanced around nervously, not sure of how to say what she needed to.

Yamaki shifted impatiently. With glaring eyes, he walked over to the computer screen and skimmed it lightly. No shock or even emotion was recognisable on his features and Alice became even more nervous. Finally, Yamaki took his eyes off the screen and turned to Jeri. "Where are the others?"

Jeri shifted, not sure whether or not she should answer. But what else could she do? Just stare at the suddenly very interesting black and red patterned carpet? She sighed softly and resigned to the question. "In the Digital World, Mr. Yamaki."

Yamaki closed his eyes and his repressed rage was pervasive suddenly. Through gritted teeth, he chose his words carefully. "Do they know that as long as they're there, they are extremely vulnerable to whatever this creature is?"

Alice groaned and slapped herself back down on the desk chair. "Great, this just keeps getting better and better."

Jeri shifted her eyes to and from the other two occupants in the room. "Uh…what do you guys mean? They're not going to…"

Alice flew her hands up in the air at Jeri's ignorance. "Jeri! They're in the Digital World, right? With a creature so big that it takes up the entire Digital World just to fit. Don't you think that they're going to be in some kind of danger?"

Jeri sighed and lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I just thought that they'd be alright…"

Alice seemed not to hear her. "It's all her fault. Alicia. She's the one who led them there in the first place. She's probably the one behind everything. If only she'd kept her mouth shut about Ryo…"

Yamaki stared at the two. "I think it's time you two told me everything…"

Alice grunted and stood quickly from the chair. "Ok, but first give me some coffee."

Yamaki hesitated, and glanced another warning look towards the computer screen. With much care, he brushed past Jeri until he found himself seated in the swivel desk chair. He typed rapidly, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, like he was searching frantically for something he just could not find. Surely it was not Alice's coffee. At last he stopped and a completely different angle of the Digital World appeared on the screen. This time, it was a three-dimensional diagram that showed areas of light and darkness, the latter being the most present. A look of shock realisation and the bead of sweat that dripped down Yamaki's cheek inclined Alice to ask what was wrong.

Yamaki stiffened and turned to face the two teenagers. He sighed and, resigning, stood up from the chair. "The Digimon you said was covering the entire Digital World is only really covering a small portion, in a sense."

Alice frowned. "In a sense," she prompted.

Yamaki sighed once again. Was what he saw even possible? After all, peace had been restored, hadn't it? "The areas of shadows you saw were not areas of where the Digimon had covered; they were parts of the Digital World that are missing. Non-existent."

"So, why exactly are you guys called the 'Devil's Advocates', anyway?" Kazu pulled out a random modify card from his pocket and began observing it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. The question was aimed mostly at Alicia, but she turned her head away from the boy, concentrating instead on the silent battle that had occurred between the Digimon a few yards away. As much as she wished she could be out there, Henry had specifically ordered them to stay put in the castle…or…what was left of it. Brad took her silence as a prompt for him to explain.

"Well…Alicia kind of had this idea that our music would reflect that of mainly darkness. I didn't really like that idea since sometimes darkness can reflect despair, and the last thing we wanted was to do that. So we came up with this insane idea that our music would be that of what the devil might listen to," he shrugged, taking it rather lightly. Could he not see the connection? The very devil himself was only a few yards away, manipulating their friends' minds while at the same time resurrecting a monster in all its glory.

Kenta looked out towards the battle that had seemed to subside. MarineAngemon snuffled beside him and he looked down at his Digimon. The Mega's eyes were tightly shut and he was whimpering, as if he had a headache. Kenta's concern quickly turned into panic as Guardromon began doing the exact same thing. Standing up quickly, Kenta reached out to grab MarineAngemon and hugged him tightly. "What's going on here?"

Kazu stared at Guardromon helplessly, resisting the urge to kick his partner rapaciously. "Guardromon…what's happening?"

Guardromon managed to open his eyes and stare at his Tamer. "Kazu…I feel…alive…"

Kazu stared incredulously. "Wha…?"

Alicia stood suddenly, her auburn hair spraying slightly in the movement. "The Phoenixmon…it calls…"

Kazu, Kenta and Brad all turned to her and simultaneously, their eyes widened. "Wha…?!"

Ryo knelt beside his unconscious partner, sweat dripping readily down his forehead and chin. "Monodramon…come on…"

"Forget it, Ryo. You can't win. Not against me," Rika walked up to him, D-Power in one hand, the other being clenched tightly.

Ryo stared pleadingly at her, desperation entering into his veins, and seeping steadily into his every bone. He had to do something, and now was the only time. It was now or never. "Remember that time you gave your power to me?" He watched as her monotonous eyes suddenly gave way to but a flash of emotion and remembrance. "You were so desperate that you were willing enough to trust in me to save you, and everyone else in the world. You didn't care about your vendetta against me; instead you just let everything go and gave yourself up. You became a part of me, and I guess that's the reason we became so close after that. We used to be able to talk to each other, tell each other our secrets. Rika, what happened to that?"

Rika's eyes watered, if not from tears then from the dusty mist that had enveloped them both. The mist carried with it a violet and sapphire hue. Nothing else could be seen in it; just them.

Ryo watched as Rika took a step forward…towards him. She stopped suddenly, and her eyes glazed over once more and became emotionless. What he was doing was slowly working. Slowly. "What happened to that, Rika? Why did you shut off when I told you my most-treasured secret? Were you afraid? Afraid that I were hurt and mistreat you like your father did? Was that it? Because if it was, I cannot believe you compared me to him. We both know I'm nothing like him; he's a liar and a dictator. And I am what I am, Rika," he paused, hesitant to say what he was thinking. "I can't change that for you, no matter how much you have changed for me."

A tear fell slowly, almost reluctantly, down Rika's cheek. A stained streak on flawless pale skin seemed to penetrate the utmost concentration of darkness and pain, as Rika's eyes seemed to clear of monotone, and became orbs of pure beauty. Emotion returned in a flood of flashes in those eyes; memories of good and memories of bad, memories of pain and memories of happiness, memories of neglect and memories of love. The blue device in her hand sparkled with glittered stars and a blast of light shot suddenly from it and surrounded the girl in a shroud of multi-coloured swirls.

Simultaneously, Ryo's D-Power shot out a dark energy and enveloped him in a cloak of darkness. Pain and darkness filtered his head and Ryo was reduced to his knees in a matter of seconds. There was only pain, and memories of a failed experiment entailing the greatest creature ever created. A flash of a computer screen flooded into Ryo's mind, and it suddenly vanished as quickly as it had appeared…but these were remnants of someone else's memory. A heavy presence entered the boy's mind, and a dark wind whispered into his head through his ear. A wild screech sounded within his mind; that of which resonated remarkably like a bird burning in liquid fire.

Rika stared in horror, her fear immobilising her completely, thus she was unable to help the hapless boy in front of her, kneeling in pain and screaming writhingly. The sphere of colour that had before surrounded both of them dissipated into the dark atmosphere, only to reveal the crimson dust that had resurfaced, more concentrated than before. And there was Mephismon, smirking maliciously, not even registering the fact that Rika was no longer under his control. Either that or he didn't care.

Ryo's sapphire eyes suddenly turned the most gut-wrenching shade of crimson and the ground around him seemed to quake under the intense power he was emitting…but it was not his power. There was no way a mere boy could immerse in such power…or could he? This boy had spent years in the Digital Plain that anything was possible given the right circumstance, all that had to be done was justification of his plight. But the power did not feel right. It was as if someone had forced a metal stick into Ryo's hands and they were controlling his every move, his power.

Ryo's D-Power suddenly transformed itself into a larger, more circular shape, and remoulded itself to look exactly like a sphere with a screen in the middle. The colour morphed into that of a blood red crimson and a digital whip suddenly shot out from it, latching onto Rika's right arm and wrenching her forward. She stumbled, then found her wits and resisted with as much physical power she could muster.

Shock registered in Rika's amethyst eyes when she realised she could not resist Ryo's hold on her, even as he pulled her ever more forward. "Ryo! What are you doing?!"

The boy himself answered her, but he was not Ryo. Instead of the usual smooth, teasing voice, a growling hiss came out of his mouth. "It is not the one you call Ryo, girl."

Rika's eyes widened at the voice and she became truthfully scared. Nothing was going right and all hope seemed to be lost as she was drawn ever more closer to the creature inside of Ryo's body. Closing her eyes, she prayed fervently that something would bail her our of this situation. Suddenly, she felt no pull and opened her eyes…to find Kyubimon latched on to the whip with her mouth, crunching down and splitting it right in the middle. Her usual yellow fur stood on end as she turned her attention to Ryo…or what once was Ryo, anyway. Crouching on her haunches, she launched herself off the ground and pounced viciously down on the boy, gripping his D-Power in her sharp teeth and biting down on it, crushing it in her powerful jaws.

{…a computer screen was centred in the middle while empty and overturned boxes filled the remainder of the small room. Four young men crowded around the screen, murmuring to each other excitedly and pointing at the screen. Two young women, whose arms were crossed impatiently, stood leaning against the far wall of the room. Suddenly, one of the men lifted his finger in the air and let out an excited shout.

"The first one is now complete!"…}

Everything seemed to fade a shade of white and the landscape was quickly enveloped in the mist, or lack thereof. Nothing was left, except for the resounded echo of a bird screeching, and wings flapping slowly, almost as if it took all the power in the world to muster enough strength to even do so. The bird swooped, and a whooshing sound was heard in the immense nothingness of the white atmosphere. A flash of crimson was all too quickly seen through the white, contrasting wonderfully as the deep red swirled into the white, the two colours becoming a whirlpool of wild swirls. Gold wings descended into the rapidly swirling pool, the tips gently brushing the edge of what once was a cliff. Perching low on its pedestal of crimson swirls, the creature shook wildly, ruffling its feathers and stretching its muscles.

A whirlwind picked up underneath the creature and swooped down among the Tamers and their Digimon, picking them up from the ground and throwing them aimlessly into the air. The whiteness faded with the wind and colour was restored…or the coloured dust, that is. The crimson dust still remained, and set a beautiful silhouette around the creature's perched stance.

Rika was thrown into the air and she resigned to the thrill of falling through the air. Without resistance, she was immersed in the thrill…until something soft caught her in mid-air. With her back resting against what she knew to be Kyubimon's curved hide, she relaxed and caught her breath, recollecting what had just happened, though to no avail as nothing seemed clear in her mind. What had happened? Why had everything faded to white? What was that wild cry she had heard? Why had Ryo suddenly turned half a circle? And why was he talking in a deep hiss?

Kyubimon landed gracefully near the castle and Rika stole herself away from the bombarding thoughts, slipping down off her partner's silky back. Kazu came running, while Kenta, Alicia and Brad lingered behind in the rubble of the destroyed castle. Cautiously approaching Rika, Kazu caught a glance at Kyubimon and noticed she was back to her normal hue, and he relaxed, slightly.

"What happened out there, Rika?" he paused and ran a hand smoothly over Guardromon's figure. "And…why did everything turn white?"

Rika just stared. Stared at the ignorant way Kazu had posed his question, and stared at Guardromon's pulsing body. "What happened to him?"

Growling at being ignored, Kazu glanced at his partner, then back at Kenta. Shrugging, Kazu ran a hand through his hair and hesitated. "That's what we're hoping you'll tell us."

Annoyed, Rika grunted and turned to face Kyubimon's graceful and quiet statue. "There's no time for that. Just follow us," motioning to Kyubimon, she slid herself over her partner's back, grabbing onto a lock of her mane. Looking back at Kazu and Kenta's dumbfounded looks, Rika flicked her wrist. "Now!"

Yamaki sighed, and it took him such effort just to do so. Rubbing his hand over his forehead, things seemed to be rearranging themselves in his head, and making a turn for the worst. Why were kids so headstrong? And why didn't they ever back down? Glancing at the computer screen in front of him, he made a grunting sound and once again buried his head in his hand. And just why didn't they stay in one reality like everyone else?!

"Hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of making myself a cup of coffee. Hope you two didn't want any, because there's none left," Alice carelessly trudged up the stairs, her mood gradually deteriorating into an angry, dismembered one. Without taking any heed to the two other members in the room, she plonked herself down on a swivel chair and started shifting. And yes, consequently, the chair shifted with her, making creaking noises every time it turned around.

Jeri glanced a warning look at her friend before turning back to the computer screen. Without another word, she resigned herself to the digital matter emanating from the screen.

Alice stared, confused at the sight of the two just sitting there, staring at a screen that was showing nothing but angles…the same angles over and over again. Irritated, she turned around and took a sip of her coffee, lightly burning her tongue, albeit hardly noticing. "Who died?"

Absorbing the sarcastic remark, Jeri gave her friend a disgusted look before Yamaki finally turned around.

"No one…yet." His remark sobered Alice's foul mood but a little and caused yet another uncomfortable silence to rift in between the three companions. There was a bleep that sounded from the computer and Yamaki turned around, transfixed as usual.

"And so ends another episode of uncomfortable silences with your boss…" Alice muttered under her breath, careful not to let Yamaki hear.

Abruptly standing from his chair, Yamaki cursed under his breath, resulting in Jeri asking what was wrong. Sighing, Yamaki stared hard at the screen, discerning whether or not he was seeing things. When he was sure he wasn't, he responded. "Another anomaly has breeched the barrier between the worlds. It's now entering the Digital World."

Monodramon struggled to free himself from the grasp of untouchable evil. It was suffocating him, disallowing him the chance to breathe freely, and cutting off any chances of his fighting back. It was a great evil…too great to even want to embrace. This evil was unlike Millenniummon in that this evil was a grasping one; it held on and wouldn't let go until you had resigned yourself to it. Millenniummon was different; he was a merging evil, one that would seep into your skin so it would become a part of you, and take over you. However, this evil was choking him, suffocating him until he could not fight back anymore. Resigning, Monodramon felt the life in him dissipate and turn cold…the coldest stone.

Takato and Henry, who had been thrown back violently in the flurry of blinding white, could only watch on in horror, abandoning their own fears for their own Digimon. Monodramon had been screaming in pain, but now, all he was doing was standing there…not fighting, and turning a darker shade of purple. A sickly dark purple that merged with the seeping crimson that broke free in his eyes.

A sick thought entered Henry's mind and suddenly he realised that the choking evil was coming from Ryo. Or what had possessed Ryo, anyway. Either way, Ryo was winning. Glancing back to look at Gargomon, who had landed a little further away from him, Henry gathered what strength remained in him and staggered over to his partner, who seemed to still be unconscious. But what confused him most was that Gargomon was still at the Champion level, and that meant he still had strength left. But how? He was unconscious, wasn't he?

There was a whisper of wind behind him and Henry turned around. He was met with a long-faced devil, with horns to match. Mephismon. Straightening, Henry glared up at the Digimon, unable to take his eyes off his opponent's in front of him. "What did you do to him?" Henry asked through gritted teeth, motioning towards Ryo. The older boy stood still, shivers running up and down his spine. Power was overcoming him, evil power.

Mephismon grinned, unable to see or care about what effect this was having on Ryo himself. "He is Ryo Akiyama no more; he is the almighty Phoenixmon, the one who will be your world's undoing. The one who's power tremors with unspeakable rage!" He threw his hands in the air and a dark wind swirled around the surrounding area, tearing up dust and dirt from the cracked and barren ground. Mephismon's features twisted uneasily, for the power that loomed within the Phoenixmon was slowly leaking through into him, as well as the other Digimon. Soon, each and every Digimon in what was left of the Digital World would feel the immense power brewing inside of them and would reach their full potentials. And that went for the Tamers' Digimon, as well; they would once again be conscious and awaiting a good fight. And were they going to get one…

Ryo growled and lifted his hands to the sky, as if worshipping his Master, the Phoenixmon. Monodramon stalked to where his Tamer was standing, crimson eyes glaring at the bland sight before him. Not one of these children were powerful enough to destroy them, not now. Ryo and himself were not the perfect pain, filled with the power and presence of the legendary Phoenixmon. The pair of heads were lifted toward the sky, and in unison, their voices rang out toward the heavens. "Arise, Master!"

A wild cry was heard from the high cliff tops, a cry that resounded throughout the Digital World, a cry that merged with the crimson dust and swirled around the setting blood-red sun. Everything became a shade of sickly red and the dust suddenly picked up rapidly, spreading forward and becoming more concentrated in the intoxicating air. Perched on a cliff stood a magnificent firebird, its features playing with fire in the dusky setting. Golden ribbons descended from the folded wings and touched gently along the cliff face, simmering a crimson hue in the silhouette of the sun. A sharp beak pierced through the edge of the sun's background, creating a large pointed gap within the shadow.

Ryo dropped his hands, a small smirk playing at his lips. Monodramon dramatically did the same, a low growl escaping his small mouth. Turning his newly crimson orbs to stare at the two other Tamers, a glint of irritation spread across his features for a mere second, before morphing into a look of absolute malice.

Riding high upon Kyubimon's curved back, Rika glared at the boy with glowering rage. However, she wasn't really angry with Ryo; it was more the creature possessing him that her fury was directed at. Slowing to a graceful halt, Kyubimon growled at the evil presence surrounding the area while Rika marvelled at the sudden turn of events…and positions. It had taken Ryo's persistence to both turn her into a monster and purify her, and she wondered idly if she could do the same for him. Snatching a glance at Mephismon, her eyes glazed over with hatred and both entities growled, hardly audibly. Nothing could describe the hatred Rika felt for this monster; he had turned her into something she had hardly recognised and had turned her completely against the people she loved. While under Mephismon's control, she had been blind…blind in the face of all that encompasses hate. But now she wondered if it really was all Mephismon's doing…after all, he had mentioned the Phoenixmon's role in all of this. So what if in fact the Phoenixmon was really the one controlling Mephismon…and in theory, had been the one controlling her.

Panting and sweating, Kazu and Kenta came staggering up behind Kyubimon, and when they reached her, leaned against her soft silky figure, exhausted. Walking at a relatively slow pace, Alicia and Brad made up the back line, though they were still some distance away from the rest of the group. Kazu let out a loud sigh of relief and leaned further into Kyubimon, resulting in an irritated flinch from the Champion.

"Hey, get off! Watch the upholstery, would you?" This was Rika. An angry Rika, though not intentionally irritated with the boy.

"Sorry, but not everyone has a furry Digimon, like you," Kazu retorted indignantly, glancing sideways at Guardromon, who wasn't paying any attention to the bickering conversation. Instead, he was staring up at the cliff, where a proud creature was perched, awaiting the chance to spread its wings…

Piercing through the thick glaze that had fallen down upon the entire Digital World was a sound, a sound of pure determination and somewhat ignorance of the current situation. And then there were the childish sounds of running feet and panting voices, whispering. Black wings suddenly intruded in on the scene, followed dramatically by clawed arms, and a devilish face. Beelzemon. Grunting unnecessarily, the Mega glided through the air and sneered up at Mephismon, unwittingly knowing that this was his enemy.

"Someone forget to invite us to this little party."

Takato smiled, relief settling on his features, while he glanced down at Growlmon. Henry frowned upon what Beelzemon had said and stood upright, righting himself impulsively when his knees spontaneously buckled under him.

Grunting, Henry stumbled two steps forward and clutched onto his arm when he heard it click. "What do you mean 'us'?"

Beelzemon twirled his gun in his hand and pointed it towards Mephismon. "I meant us," flicking his head downwards towards the ground a little farther away, the Tamers followed his gaze. Ai and Mako were running tiredly towards the wayward ground, panting and struggling to keep their legs running. And noticing something out of the ordinary, Rika looked closer at Ai's crossed arms. In the small pouch she had created with her arms and chest, Ai held within her grasp the very power of Digivolution; Calumon!

Beelzemon chuckled carelessly at the exclamations made by the group, then suddenly his expression turned sober and one of pure determination. Pointing the gun more forcefully at Mephismon, power brewed up inside it, making it hard for Beelzemon to control it within his extreme grasp. Billowing in supremacy, Beelzemon let out a growl. "Corona Blaster!" The gun opened slightly, revealing a brewing pink energy ball and circuiting electricity. The orb was released with a slight grunt from Beezelmon and swirled its way directly to Mephismon, connecting forcefully with his goat-like head. An explosion of extreme power short-circuited, and dissipated within the seconds of the aftermath. And there remaining as calm as the unbroken waters, was Mephismon, trademark smirk showing cleared than ever before.

Kazu grunted and pushed himself harder against Kyubimon, consequently causing the kitsune to lash out her head and glare at Kazu with hard, bionic eyes. Kazu quickly scooted out of the way, and clashed with the slowing Maki, Ai at his side. Calumon's eyes turned wide and he jumped out of Ai's grasp and floated instead into Rika's. The girl returned the greeting gratefully, though not much happiness was on her mind.

Sensing Rika's discomfort, Calumon's ears retracted back into his head and he whimpered sulkily. "You don't want me, Rika?"

Reassuring him with a gentle stroke across his head, Rika glanced up at Beelzemon, forcibly aware of his futile effort. Calumon snuggled deep into Rika's chest and simply ignored all worried thoughts.

"You forgot about me, didn't you Rika?" Calumon teased Rika with as little malice as possible, but something hit Rika like a blow to her temple. Forgot about Calumon! They had forgotten about Calumon when they had entered the Digital World…and yet they were still about to Digivolve with ease. It wasn't impossible to Digivolve without the little Digimon's help, but not as frequently as they had before. The partners' bonds had not been strong enough for such an energy rush, and yet they had still been able to Digivovle. Then another thought hit her, and she turned her attention to Takato and Henry, who had been standing there the entire time.

"Where's Stacie?"

A/N: Ooh…sugar! Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme…{runs to her stack of sugar} Y'know, it's always great to have a bag of sugar lying around…

Floramon: Super duper! We're all high on sugar right now in this crazy place called the world, where we live in, if you didn't know…

A/N: {starry eyed} Have some sugar, and don't forget to drop off a review or two!

Peace