Disclaimer: I don't own Sain and Kent…if I did, they would be "riding into town" A LOT more often in the game. ^_~

Notes: Same warnings, yeah…too lazy to type them over again. Basically, there's just some drinking, tiny hints (heh) of shounen ai, and something else which I won't mention, since I'll ruin it for you guys if I do.  Oh and guys…please don't kill me…^____^;;;; It's been a couple…months. Fear the ellipsis!

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~Kent~

It was rather humiliating, really. Standing amongst the busy crowd of people all gathered in Bulgar, walking by everyone and receiving curious glances…glances down there. But even worse was when we reached the tailor's house and stepped inside, immediately silencing the entire room and calling all attention to us. Heads turned in our direction; eyes wandered, fingers pointed, voices whispered, and my cheeks burned.

A slightly plump young woman looked up from her sewing to stare at us. "Honey," she said to the tailor. She paused for a minute, placing her needle on the table as she eyed us curiously. "We have…customers."

Sain and I made our way through the shop, our armor clinking and clanging, stopping once we had reached the counter. An older man, who looked to be about thirty-two, stepped up to us from behind the counter and began to fiddle nervously with his moustache.

Sain cleared his throat and began to speak. "I-"

Not wanting to know what he was about to say (since he was bound to make even more of a fool out of himself, and of me), I elbowed him in the side and cut him off.

"We need pants."

Currently, the tailor was most likely thinking of various ways to avoid staring down at us, and settled with staring both of us directly in the eyes and replying rudely to my previous statement.

"I can…see that."

Upon hearing this, Sain broke out into a fit of childish stomach-clutching giggles, which eventually ended with a nervous cough and him staring down at his feet.

Somebody kill me now.

I restrained from slapping my palm to my forehead. Three ugly bruises would just make my day worse than it already is.

"Excuse my friend, he's just-" Trying to make the tailor believe that we were just your average people (even though average people don't walk around half-naked) I tried to apologize for Sain, but naturally, he cut me off.

Sain flashed one of his sheepish grins at the tailor. "I don't believe we've properly introduced ourselves as of yet. I am Sain, Green Knight of Caelin, and this is my traveling companion, Kent." Sain gestured toward me with his hand as he spoke my name.

The tailor's wife murmured something from the back of the room, which sounded like, "Just companions, huh?"

"Really? From Caelin?" The tailor inquired.

Sain smirked. "Yes, you know, Caelin. Where the men are full of passion and fi-"

I clapped my hand down on his shoulder, not realizing how it would look to the rest of the townsfolk in the shop. "Sain, I think he's heard enough." I ignored the small glare that was aimed at me seconds later.

I took a quick bow. "Good sir, is it too much trouble to ask for two pairs of pants sewn by the town's greatest tailor?"

The tailor gave me a look. "I'm this town's only tailor," he spat.

Sain chuckled and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Nice one, my friend." His breath tickled my ear as he enunciated each word.

At that moment, I was sure that we did not look like an ordinary pair of traveling cavaliers.

The poor tailor sighed, obviously wishing he never had to deal with us. "Okay, fine. I need to measure you two, so come into the back room." He nodded at us, indicating for us to follow him.

The "back room" was really just the same room separated by a cheap red curtain. After we stripped of our armor, the tailor forced Sain to stand still and then pulled out his measuring tape and pulled it up Sain's leg. The faces Sain was making were priceless; from my point of view, it seemed like he had never been to a tailor before.

I let out a chuckle or two and Sain stared me in the eye, signaling for me to shut up. I think it was probably the first time I had seen him so embarrassed.

After a minute or two the tailor was done, and he walked over to me. Sain looked somewhat relieved.

All of a sudden, the tailor unexpectedly grabbed my heel, pushing me forward and into a straighter position.

"Stand up straight, sir."

Unfortunately, this new "position" had forced me to stand exactly across from Sain, my face only inches away from his smirking one. The strange thing, however, was the fact that he hadn't moved or tried to separate the space between us yet.

Sain looked me in the eye, and I began to feel slightly uncomfortable. My shirt felt tighter, and I felt like the whole room was growing unusually warm. I tried to move, but the tailor just pulled on my leg, urging me to freeze.

"So, Kent. How are things?" Sain asked, teasing me as he spotted my nervousness. He winked one chocolate brown eye at me.

I pulled on the hem of my shirt and glanced timidly at the ground. "They could be better."

It felt like hours before the tailor was done with my measurements, before we were allowed to leave the sad excuse for a back room and put our heavy armor back on.

"Come back tomorrow," The tailor said. "I'll have your pants ready by then."

"I…have to wait a whole day for a pair of pants?" Sain asked in disbelief. "B-but-"

"Yes." The tailor confirmed.

I turned my back on him, anxious to leave the shop. "That's fine, sir. Now, Sain, let's get the hell out of here."

We raced out of the store, slamming the door behind us before the little bell above it had a chance to ring.

Well that certainly was an interesting experience.

Sain turned to look at me. "Hah!" He exclaimed. "My measurements were smaller than yours!" He ended his sentence by sticking his tongue out like a child would, perhaps to emphasize his point. At times, I really did not understand him.

I tried to think of something to say back to him to shut him up. "That's because I'm more muscular."

Sain stopped walking for a second. "Not true!"

"Your measurements were smaller," I reminded him.

"But I bet I handle my lance better than you do!" Sain fumed. "Kent, I challenge you!"

This silly exclamation made me feel like falling over with laugher. But, being the calm and collected person that I was, I resisted every urge to do so.

"Sain."

Sain, looking slightly annoyed, inquired, "Yes, Kent?"

"Be quiet."

Sain pouted; he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. "Fine."

Less than five seconds later, he began to speak again. Why was it that he could never be quiet? Was it really that hard to shut your mouth?

It's surprising that I'm not used to his crazy antics by now. One would think that I'd be accustomed to traveling with him after all these years we've known each other.

Before I had begun to reminisce, my thoughts were interrupted with Sain's loud babbling. "Was it just me, or was there a lot of unnecessary cupping going on in there?"

I raised an eyebrow, slightly amused and very annoyed. "It was just you."

"That tailor…he…"

Did he ever listen? "Sain, what did I say before?"

"Kent, it's getting late and-ooh, look! A pub!" Sain pointed out as we walked down the town's cobblestone path, the air becoming chilly over time.

I felt a little uneasy about this. Sain and alcohol was NOT a good combination. "Well, Sain, I don't know…we need to find Lady Lyndis and-"

"Aw, Kent! Don't be so…so…Kent-ish. The night is young! We'll sit down, enjoy some good music and good drinks; it's all in good fun. What could go wrong? Imagine all of the beautiful women! What do you say?" Sain interjected, almost pleading me to let him go, and for me to tag along.

"Ah, but of course! The women! Sain, you despicable-"

Sain grinned. "I'll take that as a yes. Now stop rambling and let's go!" He pulled me towards the pub, almost dragging me the whole way there. The only thing I could do was let him guide me there, my feet stumbling clumsily over the cobblestone pathway leading up to the pub.

There was a fairly large wooden sign hanging out in front of the pub that read "Harry's." I was afraid already.

Sain and I had not had very good previous experiences with bars and pubs. Usually, whenever we went inside, we always seemed to cause some sort of a disturbance. I had the feeling that tonight would be another one of those nights.

Standing in front of the doors to the pub, I could hear the loud music and partying coming from inside. I had to admit, a nice glass of whiskey did sound rather good, especially after this particular day.

Sain pushed the western-style swinging doors open, and my nose was greeted with the smell of sweat, rum, and other filthy things that cheap pubs like these seemed to always be filled with.

The large wooden room was complete with a large bar with seven stools, a very small kitchen, what seemed like thousands of tables lined up in five not-quite-so-neat rows, and a bunch of very VERY happy people. There was everyone from dirty old men to young women wearing skimpy little outfits while they pranced around, some serving drinks, some there for the liquor and the social opportunities.

Sain was going to enjoy this, it seemed.

We made our way through the packed room, pushing filthy townspeople aside, finally making it to the bar to order some drinks. I immediately sat down on one of the badly furnished leather stools and rested my elbow on the bar.

"Tired already?" Sain laughed. "But we've barely started yet!"

I sighed. "Go on, go do whatever it is you do here, I'll just…wait here."

Sain looked disappointed. "Kent, you're no fun! You do this every time!"

All of a sudden, his eyes lit up mischievously, and he summoned a barmaid over. She came prancing over in her short dress and gave Sain a flirtatious look; Sain took a moment to scan her over a couple times and drool like the lecher that he is. "My if those aren't the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen! Would you, fair maiden, be ever so kind to favor me with your name?"

I scratched the back of my neck irritably; I really don't know why I bother to put up with him.

The barmaid giggled. "What would you like, sir knight?" Strangely enough, most people hadn't noticed our lack of pants, and hopefully, no one would. Everyone was too busy obsessing over our finely polished armor to give a damn about our abundance of exposed skin.

"Ah yes, a jug of whiskey for me and my companion here!" Sain commanded, flashing the barmaid a sly look before turning his attention to me and clapping me on the back. "Maybe a couple of drinks will cheer you up, my friend!"

"Highly unlikely," I replied, resting my head the palm of my hand.

Moments later, the barmaid returned with our drinks. Sain downed his in all of two seconds, and I took mine and kindly thanked the barmaid before returning to my previous position while swallowing the strong beverage. The bitter taste was quite addictive, and I found myself ordering another drink. One more drink resulted in about three more, and I was becoming slightly light headed. My current state was no comparison to Sain's; he was prancing about, singing some strange sort of drinking song that I didn't recognize.

"Oh we're goin' to drink ourselves silly, we're goin' to drink 'till we spew!"

I shook my head in pity. A drunk Sain was far worse than a sober one.

After a while, the whole atmosphere of the place was becoming more comfortable. Although I still felt out of place, being pant-less and everything, it seemed to attract women left and right. Sain and I were surrounded by mobs of quite attractive women, each one swooning over both of us like we were a pair of famous knights, which, of course, we were far from.

Sain, obviously, was very excited about this. He looked over at me and grinned a silly grin, being drunk as he was.

"You seem pleased, Sain," I noted.

"And how couldn't I be, my fellow gallant knight, in the presence of such striking beauty?" Sain said hastily before getting back to playing with the long golden locks of some woman who was hanging all over him.

Gallant knights? Who was he kidding?

Suddenly, a young woman with long brown braids of hair made herself comfortable in my lap and began to stroke my chest with one of her long slim fingers.

"Where are you from, sir knight? I don't believe I've ever met anyone with such striking orange hair!" She spoke through red-lacquered lips as her eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously.

I was choking up. Even after the many trips to pubs that Sain had dragged me along on, I was still not very comfortable dealing with the many women who approached me.

"Uh…I hail from Caelin…the land with…m-men of passion and-"

I blanched when I came to my senses and realized that I had just used one of Sain's famous pick up lines.

Well, what else was I supposed to say in such a situation?

Luckily, Sain saved me from saying the rest of his overused pick up line by wrapping his arm around the girl's waist and lifting her off of me, tugging her away somewhere to most likely use similar lines on her.

However, this sudden change in weight surprised me and I found myself slipping off of my barstool and into the lap of none other than the tailor from hours before. He looked up at me through narrowed eyes, obviously not pleased with the amount of weight I had brought with me.

I raised my hand in greeting. "Good sir! I was just-"

"Kent, what are you doing giving lap dances to the elderly with all these women around?"

Oh thank God.

Who thought I'd ever be saying that about Sain?

"I'm…not sure," I replied, blushing slightly at my misfortune. Sain grasped my hand, lifting me off of the very annoyed tailor.

"Sorry…about that," I said hastily as I edged away from the infuriated man.

Sain put his arm around my shoulders. "Let's find you a fine lass!" He proclaimed, clapping his hands together in an excited manner as he gazed around the room.

This couldn't be good; it was just one thing after another tonight.

"Ooh!"

I glared at Sain. "'Ooh' what?" I said in a mocking tone; whatever Sain was trying to get me into, I was surely not going to do it.

Sain pointed in the direction of a woman with her back turned, quite curvy with long black tresses of hair dangling just above her waist; it was obvious why Sain pointed her out. Even I would admit she was beautiful, but I would never approach her, especially not with Sain around.

Sain slammed his empty mug down on the bar and demanded another drink. It was brought to him right away, especially since he had made quite a star of himself tonight. Not to much alarm, he swallowed the whole drink in one gulp, wiping away the fizzy remains from his lips.

He slung his arm around my shoulders once again, looking back in the direction of the girl. "Sheeeeshh's a preeetty one, ehhh?" Sain questioned, his speech slurred. One too many drinks, I presumed.

I tried to ignore him and stole a look at the tailor, who was still glaring furiously at me. I promptly turned around and found that Sain had placed both of his hands behind my back, slowly pushing me forward and towards the girl.

"Sain, what are you doing?"

Sain grinned, slightly drooling out of the side of his mouth. "Easy Kent, relax yourself. Just go up to her and try to act coy, like you haven't been staring at her for the past few minutes."

"But I haven't!" I cried, getting more nervous with every forced step I took.

Sain chuckled and replied slyly, "Well, that will make it easier for you, then!"

I figured it would be best to go pathetically try to court the girl rather then to turn around and land on top of Sain.

That had happened far too many times already.

Sain gave me one final push before spinning around twice and returning to the crowd of women by the bar who had taken a liking to both of us.

I bashfully approached the young woman, and just as I was about to speak to her, I heard a shriek come from behind me.

It could only mean one thing:

That Sain, "Gallant Knight of Lycia," had let his hormones get out of hand.

I spun around instantly to find that Sain had, in his hands, the dress of one of the women he had been flirting with recently. He fingered the scarlet garment in his hands for all of two seconds before the sound of the owner of the dress's hand slapping his face resounded through the pub.

It looked like it was time for us to take our leave of this place. It seemed the town of Bulgar was not ready for our usual antics.

I scrambled through the mob of people that were now reprimanding Sain and gathering around him, trying desperately to get to him before everyone else did. The heat of the whole room was getting to me and the effect of the many drinks I had was starting to set in as I tried to pry through the rows of enraged people. 

When I finally did get to him, feeling dizzy and quite lightheaded, I made sure that I raised my voice above the many others and began to scold him. "Sain, you lout! What were you thinking?!"

Sain smiled lopsidedly and promptly burped obnoxiously. He then raised his hands up in defense. "Kent, I swear, the buttons undid themselves!"

I narrowed my eyes. "I demand you give that dress back to-"

However my voice was cut off by a sudden "thunk," indicating that Sain, most probably the drunkest person in the room, had passed out with the dress still in his hands.

I stood there like an idiot, just blinking at his limp form with no real plan of action. Everyone turned their attention to me, and they did not look like very merry drunk people. A couple barmaids grabbed frying pans from the kitchens and raised them in the air threateningly. I smiled awkwardly and ran forward, hauling Sain up onto my back, and dashed out of the pub and down the street, eventually hiding behind the town inn.

I carefully lifted Sain off of my back and into my arms, then laying his body out on the cool cobblestone path and resting his head in my lap. It was quite an awkward position, and I had no idea what to do with my hands. Finally, after a long inner monologue, I decided to prop them up on either side of me. What I failed to realize was that, unconsciously, my right hand had made its way into Sain's hair and had begun to finger through the silky strands of greenish-brown.

Tonight had been quite crazy. Everyone in the pub was obnoxiously loud and rowdy, the drinks were served in quite a disorderly manner, the whiskey was a little bit too sour for my tastes, and Sain had stolen the dress of an innocent women and still clutched it possessively in his right hand.

I sighed to myself; some people just never learn.

Although I had to admit, the whole experience, although quite wild, was mildly entertaining. Surprisingly enough, these past few weeks spent alone with Sain had made me grow to…appreciate his curious antics…well, somewhat at least.

This sudden silence that had come over my surroundings was welcomed entirely as I leaned up against the cool brick wall of the inn, feeling the weight of Sain's head in my lap, and letting my cares just wash away as my mind drifted off to thoughts of the past.

Thinking about the past, I realized that Sain and I have known each other for quite a while. Ever since we were young boys, we had worked hard everyday to become extraordinary cavaliers. Our ambitions brought us closer together, but at the same time, brought us apart due to our ongoing rivalry.

On the battlefield, Sain and I always wanted to best one another. Perhaps that is why living alone together on the plains these past couple weeks has been quite an adventure by itself.

I took a deep breath, relieving my earlier anxiousness and replacing it with thoughts of how the next few weeks would be. How Lady Lyndis would turn out to be like, what sort of clumsy things I would do next, what Sain and I would be like when we woke up in the morning. I cringed at the thought of the massive headaches we would have to experience the coming day.

The frightening thing was; Sain and I had only just begun our journey; who knew what would happen next. Just the thought itself of having to spend at least a month more alone with Sain made me shudder.

"Kenthhh? Izzat yooou?"

Translation:

"Kent? Is that you?"

I looked down to see Sain glancing up at me through heavy lidded eyes, speaking in a dazed way as he lounged lackadaisically across my legs.

I groaned in despair. Why did he have to wake up so soon?

"Yes, Sain, it's me."

I took a minute to rub my temples and breathe in the night air, a quick distraction from the lecherous cavalier that was currently using me as a headrest.

"Whiiy dd ooh did sshat?"

Translation:

"Why did you do that?"

I sighed in annoyance. "Do what, Sain? Rescue you from the hoards of women that you decided to feel up just moments ago?"

I laughed inwardly. Wouldn't that be something if he didn't remember?!

"…You didn't have to do that; I've been beat up before…" Sain mumbled, offering me an awkward smile before his eyes slipped closed and he began to snore; and he said I snore loudly!

My hand still fiddled nervously with his hair as I contemplated what to do next. I settled with staring down at him and observing his odd sleeping patterns, thinking to myself about how much he reminded me of a child. But essentially, that was what Sain was and always would be, a child at heart. I smiled to myself before I let a wave of fatigue wash over me; sleep taking over my tired form.

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Ow.

Something was touching my face…

…repeatedly.

I opened my eyes, slowly adjusting to the darkness of the night. I must have not slept for very long, because the starry sky still looked the same as it had before I had fallen asleep.

Sain was prodding me in the cheek with his finger.

Great, he was energetic again.

"Kent~! I'm tired of sleeping in weird places! I need a nice, comfortable bed to soothe my aching bones!" Sain whined, looking up at me with a demanding gaze.

For the first time in a while, I actually agreed with him.

"Fine, we'll actually go inside the inn this time instead of sleeping against it, okay?" I answered irritably, pushing his head out of my lap so I could stand up. I began to walk towards the entrance of the inn, and Sain quickly got up and followed behind me.

"So, how much money do you have with you, Kent?"

I stopped walking. "None at all. I gave it to you, remember?"

Sain looked extremely worried. "I…don't have any more, either…"

I froze completely. "WHAT?! Do you mean to tell me that you spent all of our money on drinks tonight?!" I yelled, scaring some women who had been passing by and making Sain cringe and take a step back from me.

"S-sorry?" He offered, lifting his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"Well, where are we going to sleep, then? What will buy our next meal? How are they going to let us into the inn?" I questioned Sain, sending him a glare.

Just then, two young women walked by us, chatting about something that I barely managed to catch.

One woman, a brunette, turned to the other. "Did you hear about what the inn master said?"

The other looked at her curiously. "No, why? What did he say?"

"Tonight, any 'happy couple' that comes by gets a free room!" The brunette answered, giggling in her high-pitched voice, her brown curls bouncing around.

Sain grinned wickedly at me, taking a step forward. "That's how."

"What?" This was confusing me. I had somewhat of an idea of what he was proposing, but if it was what I thought it was, then we needed…

Sain lifted up the dress that he had "stolen."

"I already have a dress!" He exclaimed, strangely proud of himself and what he was getting us into.

Horror washed over my face. "Oh no."

Sain's grin widened. "Oh yes."

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Additional Notes: Heh, a cliffhanger!!! Oh how I love them!!!

"…lifting his hands up as if he was surrendering." Oh but he is surrendering, Kent! Surrendering to the power of loooooooooooooove!

Again, I apologize for the lack of this chapter for a few…months. Okay, so it's been a while. The sad thing is; I wrote almost all of this (all the way past the bar scene) a couple weeks after I posted the second chapter, and I just neglected to finish it. The extra hours of play practice I have to attend didn't really help with that, either. But I promise you, I will have the fourth chapter out A LOT sooner. ^^;; I'm really sorry about that. Surprisingly enough, I have still gotten reviews for this during the past few months, and I'd like to thank everyone whose stories I read for reading mine! I really appreciate it, and am glad to know that you enjoyed "Can't Complain" so far.

By the way, Sain's horrendous grammar during the sentences in which he's "under the influence" (one too many health classes this week) was written purposefully, in case any of you were thinking that I couldn't distinguish between my past and present tenses, for instance, in this sentence: "'Whiiy dd ooh did sshat?'" I'm not quite sure if that really counts as a sentence, but you get what I mean. I understand that it should be "do" instead of "did." Sain is just stupid when he's drunk, but aren't we all?

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Yay! Here's my favorite part (aside from writing the actual story); replying to all of those lovely reviews that you guys sent me ^^!!!

Lugiamania: Hehe, glad you liked it. I hope this chapter will humor you as much as the last one, if not more. ^^

Sarah aka Celebi: Get those support conversations soon! I'd love to read a Kent/Sain fic by you! LOL I can see the whole conversation between Lyn and Kent happening, too. (I laughed pretty hard when I read that) But I already have something planned out ^____^ heeheehee…

Bladegryphon: Yay! I'm not the only one! ::dances:: I had so much fun writing this, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the story.

Elfin girl: Yay! You reviewed my story! ::glomp:: That's what best friends are for! I still have to add your funny alternate ending part of our MSN conversation into my ff.net profile…that was just hilarious!!! We get waaaaay too hyper together ^^;; I hope everything goes well with the Gravitation RPG! It's so much fun RP-ing as Tatsuha and Ma-kun! Make your Ken-chan journal soon! :P

FE_obsessed: Yes, I can relate. Perverted thoughts are what inspired me to write this fic.

Amethyst Bubble: Isn't scaring brothers fun? I do that all the time ^_^

Rosalyn Angel: Glad to hear that you enjoyed it. ^^ I love logging on to fanfiction.net during my third period class and reading stories…fun fun fun. 

Imperfect_Girl002: Thanks so much for the support conversations! I can't wait to get started!!! I already have some ideas!

Ishigami.Kamuro: Yes, yes, I know there's no real plot yet, but I'm trying to work that in there in this chapter. However, the plot really starts to develop in chapter four…Thank you for your concern about all the stuff I have to deal with -.-;; it's nice to know someone cares.

Delicatamente: O.O I like the way you think! By the way, what does your screenname mean? It vaguely familiar, like a musical term of some sort. It is Italian, right?

Vyctori: Really? I remind you of her? I'll have to go read some of her fics…and thank you for the long review, it was fun to read ^^ Hm, a fan of Kent/Lyn, are you? You won't be disappointed, then ^_~. Oh yeah, and Word replaced most of my semi-colons with commas. It's kind of unusual, since I tend to overuse semi-colons…oh well…stupid Word.

Melfice: Yay! You don't know how hard it is to find another Grandia 2 fan, such as yourself. Melfice!!!! Yes, he is the greatest. LOL I went to your site…I have a fanart, but it gets messed up when I try to send it in emails, since it's an oekaki…hmmm. Except it's Ryudo, so I dunno…^^;;

The Red: I'm glad you enjoyed it. Raven/Lucius is fine by me ^^. I'm actually thinking of writing a fic with that pairing. I also have a Lucius picture in the works…heehee, I'll send it to you (if you want) when I'm done.

Killing Edge: I tend to do that a lot, too. I'm happy that I introduced you to the pairing…I'm a…trend-setter…I guess? -.-;; I dunno.

Millennium Slinky: Good, good, good; I'm glad he's in character. Yes, the pants incident made me squeal with fangirl-ish delight while I was writing it…I'm such a pervert -.-;; No wonder my friends have to whack me with the nearest object almost every time I say something.

x_SHaDoW_BLaDE_x: Aw, that's too bad. Well, whenever you feel like writing, please please PLEASE write a Kent/Sain or Sain/Kent…there just aren't enough fics out there.

Dark Siren: Write that story sometime soon! I'd love to read something written by you! Sorry about the formatting. It was fine before, but when fanfiction.net was being repaired, it screwed the whole thing up -.-;; I was very annoyed by that. Oh well.

The Dark Dragoness: Wow, I'm amazed that people are still reviewing this. I haven't updated in a while…well, I can't complain! Hahahaha…ha. Yay for corny jokes.

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I know there were a lot of other new reviewers, I'm sorry I couldn't respond to you guys in this chapter but I'll be sure to in the next installment of "Can't Complain," and I also promise that will be around much sooner than this one was! ^^;;

I'm really sorry about the format, everyone. Chapters one and two were in html format, and while ff.net was being repaired, they got really screwed up. I hope the future chapters are okay…if they keep getting screwed up, I'm going to replace them, but I don't know what happens if you do, so I'm kind of anxious about it.

Just curious; if you replace the text of a chapter, does it affect anything? Do your reviews for that chapter disappear? Does anything weird happen? I've never tried it before, please enlighten me (somebody)! I'm afraid to do anything!

Thanks for reading more, everyone! I'm working on about seven different stories as of now, but this one is currently my main priority, so look our for chapter four in the next few weeks. God I love writing this. I get way too much amusement out of SainxKent ^^.

In case you were wondering, yes, I do have a strange obsession with Sain's line about "Caelin men being full of passion and fire." It cracked me up in the beginning of the game and attracted me to Sain's unique personality.

Well, that's it for now. Hope you all come back to read the next chapter!

Ciao.