PART 4
It was the last day of the competition and Akira was perpending whether or not to go now that the prince had discovered that he had been cross-dressing. Rumours spread like wildfire and he would not be surprised if he went to find himself the laughing stock of the palace guests. It was also probably a bad idea to see the prince after what had happened yesterday. He absently reached up to touch his collarbone, sliding his eyes shut; the prince had kissed him there yesterday. He could still remember the feel of the prince's lips on his skin, the taste of the other's tongue as they had kissed. Akira had never been touched that way before and he could almost see the other's fingerprints on his own pale skin.
He shook his head violently to clear such thoughts. What was he thinking? Shindou Hikaru was the Crown Prince of The Kingdom of Kyu-Dan; why would he even want him? When he could pick anyone in the Kingdom to be with, would Akira even stand a chance? Besides, he was Heir Apparent to the Throne and that meant that he needed heirs. Akira's gender was probably a disadvantage. Not to mention that the other had immediately stopped what he was doing upon discovering that he was a boy the night before; that probably meant that he was straight. He looked at the Go game forming in his mind and pondered his next move. To go or not to go? But he wanted to see the outcome of the competition and watch the prince's game with the winner. Finally, he decided that it was worth the risk and he placed the last stone down with a resounding pachi. He was going; perhaps he'd just work at avoiding the prince.
Crown Prince Shindou Hikaru silently berated himself for being stupid as he sat through the long and fancy ceremony of announcing the competition's winner. He hated all the frills of the lengthy ceremony and wished they could just get the hell down to business, but the Master of Ceremonies, Ochi, was a stickler for protocol and he was good at all this occasionally necessary crap anyway, so they couldn't quite get someone less anal-retentive about the concept. A certain Kiyoharu Yashiro –or soon to be Duke Yashiro Tengen, if things went well- had come out on top of the rest and he was to play against him later. Aki most probably wasn't coming today after what he had done last night. However, he had arranged for supper for two in his chambers that night anyway, thinking that he could always eat with Yashiro or perhaps Duke Waya anyway, in case Aki really didn't show up. He stood and walked to the table at the centre of the dais and bowed politely to Yashiro, a tall boy around his age with spiky white hair and intense black eyes, before taking his place. Intense... He thought of deep fiery emerald green orbs looking back at him across the Goban. It wasn't the same. It just wasn't. There was just something missing. Intensity or no, Yashiro wasn't Aki. Great Go skills or no, the feeling was just different.
He went through the proper formalities and proceeded to nigiri. Yashiro won; he would be white this time then. He waited for his opponent to make the first move. For a few moments, Yashiro simply stared at the board. Then, he lifted a stone and placed it right smack in the middle of the board before looking back up challengingly at him. Tengen. Just the duchy he wanted to hand over. Hikaru grinned smugly in reply and placed his stone a 5-5, deciding to see if his opponent had what it took to play this way. At least, even if it wasn't Aki, this game was going to be interesting. Yashiro went to the next 5-5 and he then decided to attack first. He attached his stone to the black one on the Tengen and Yashiro played a hane. He cut, the other extended. He did likewise and Yashiro did the same again. He finished the sequence with another extension and then Yashiro played on the third 5-5 and he played on the last. Yashiro's next hand attacked his upper right corner, but he decided to ignore it and attacked his lower right corner instead. If Yashiro continued the attack on his corner... Well, then they could always exchange corners.
The game progressed, the audience held enraptured by the intense fighting and sheer risk of the moves they were playing. No place on the board was safe. With every stone that landed on the Goban, one would land on the huge magnetic board for the audience and they would move closer to the edge of their seats. The moves they played were breathtaking, sometimes even defying all sense of shape and yet still so efficient at handling each other's attacks. On and on they played, fighting fiercely for every last moku with each stone they placed. Yashiro was definitely strong enough for a duke, Hikaru decided, and he himself was more than fed-up of being Regent of Tengen. Perhaps they could have a trial period. If he proved capable of managing the duchy well enough during the probation period, he'd make Kiyoharu Yashiro the new Duke of Tengen. Long ago, they decided that having more than one duchy under the same duke was too many and hindered proper management. Thus, they banned the nobility from having more than one title. Great Go skills or no, if you were Duke of Kisei, you were Duke of Kisei; you couldn't be Duke of Gosei at the same time. No one could have everything in life anyway.
Hikaru filled the last of the Dames and the game was over. It had been a great and satisfying game even if Yashiro wasn't as strong as Aki. Yashiro was at about Duke Waya's level, good enough for duke alright; that made Aki strong enough to be a queen. He imagined his beautiful Aki turning into his mother and quickly squished the thought for the simply horrendous images it evoked in his mind. They quickly proceeded with Seichi and the verdict was announced. With the komi, Hikaru beat Yashiro by 16.5 moku. The prince stood and bowed to his opponent, thanking him for the game. The white-haired boy did the same and they then turned and bowed to the audience who applauded their beautiful and exciting game play enthusiastically. As the Crown Prince of Kyu-Dan straightened, he caught sight of something –or rather, someone- in the audience. Even at that distance, there was no mistaking his gorgeous Aki.
/Looks like dinner for two was a feasible move after all,/ he thought as he descended the stairs of the dais.
The game was fantastic. He had never seen a more riveting match. Truly impressive strength and game play. Akira didn't regret coming; he would have been terribly disappointed to miss such a great display. He turned and made towards the refreshments counter to get a drink before leaving. Now that the game was over, he didn't see any reason to stay around and wait for trouble. He had been thankful when he came in today and nobody had started laughing at him for cross-dressing; evidently, the prince hadn't told anyone about his discovery. Well, at least even if he wasn't interested, he had been kind. Truth was, he wanted to see Prince Hikaru again. That burning touch, that sweet taste... He quickly shook his head to clear the thoughts that were beginning to torment him. When it didn't work, he did it again. The want, the desire, the longing was still there, as strong and powerful as ever. Akira downed the entire glass of juice resolutely as if to take his mind of the two-toned-haired boy.
/I really should leave now,/ he decided and turned to leave.
"Lady Aki."
That voice. He knew that voice. He would never forget it as long as he lived. Prince Hikaru. Against his better judgement, he turned around. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the prince dressed in a tight long-sleeved velvet waistcoat fastened with golden buckles and rather tight-fitting pants all in navy blue walking briskly towards him. The memories of how he had been touched by the other the night before came whirling back full force and his body responded almost instantaneously to the images. He groaned softly just as the prince reached him and offered him a sunny smile.
"Lady Aki, I thought you weren't coming."
"So did I," he muttered back.
Prince Hikaru chuckled quietly. "You're rude, Lady. You always are," he remarked in amusement.
Akira blushed at that. "I beg Your Highness's pardon," he said, curtseying.
"Join me for dinner and I'll forgive you."
He looked up at the prince in shock. He couldn't have heard right. "W-Wh-What?" he stammered barely above a whisper.
"I asked you to join me for dinner, Lady Aki," the other repeated calmly.
He didn't think he could possibly have heard right. And yet, he had. The prince stood before him still awaiting his reply, smiling a beautiful smile at him. Could he...? No, Akira swiftly squished the thought. He was silly to think things like that. It was probably just dinner and then a Go game. But, then... Did that mean he didn't mind what he found out last night? Then...
"I insist, Lady," he pressed, still smiling.
"I..." Akira began.
"For just this once, I am going to take advantage of my rank here and make that a royal order."
Directly disobeying a royal order warranted execution; it was considered treason. Well, there was probably nothing to be done about it then. He lowered his eyes. "As you wish, Your Highness."
"Come with me," the other commanded, turning and leading the way.
Akira followed the young prince wordlessly back behind the curtains, thinking perhaps that they were going to the past two days' game chamber. However, instead of turning left and climbing up the steps, Prince Hikaru led him to the right and then through a set of double doors on the left into a beautiful and spacious dining hall. The smooth stone floor was made in the likeness of a Goban, with every hoshi and line in place and wooden tiles. Beautifully crafted oil lamps hung from the ceiling and an elegant stone staircase circled up on either side of the small hall. A long wooden table stood in the middle of the hall with ten chairs on either side and one on either end of it. Akira decided that the extra chairs were probably for guests or other courtiers, seeing as the royal family consisted of about five people. Just when he thought they were eating there, the prince turned and led him up the left staircase. As if knowing that Akira still wasn't too comfortable with the high-heeled shoes he was wearing, Prince Hikaru took his arm and helped him up the stairs. He smiled and let himself be aided as he teetered slowly up one step after another.
From the top of the stairs, they walked on down a beautiful long corridor and finally, the prince opened one of a set of double doors for him to enter. He stepped past the prince. There was a thick velvet curtain before him, hiding the chamber beyond from his view. Everything in the palace was luxurious, right down to the golden hooks the curtains were hanging from. Suddenly, he heard a latch slide into place and he spun swiftly in alarm. The prince had locked the door behind them. What... But then he came over to stand behind Akira and place his hands gently on the longhaired boy's shoulders before guiding him forward and pushing the curtains aside for him. Akira felt his heart stop beating at the sight of the four-poster king-sized canopy bed. This was a bedroom, not a dining hall! Did the other mean to...
"Ah, dinner is served already. Exactly the time I requested," Hikaru remarked suddenly, walking towards a small table laden with covered dishes.
Akira calmed himself down, walking towards the table. It was just dinner after all. Yet, there was something –disappointment, was it?- nagging at the back of his head. Did he really want that? Hikaru removed the steel covers and set them aside before pulling out the chair for him. He sat down obediently. The food looked delicious. There was a large plate of avocados in the centre; he didn't know how they cooked them, they just looked very appetizing. Then, there were two bowls of herbal soup, some sushi, some ramen, as well as apple crumble with vanilla ice cream for dessert. Everything looked positively mouth-watering. Of course, he rarely ever got nice food at home, but even when his father was around and he did get nice food, it never looked quite as delicious. The royal chef obviously wasn't the royal chef for nothing.
Hikaru sat himself down opposite the slender cross-dresser. Even if he was a boy, he was still the most beautiful person the prince had ever laid eyes on. Tonight he was wearing a peach coloured dress with puffed sleeves and a ball skirt. Too bad the Go competition didn't involve dancing; he thought Aki would have made a good partner tonight, assuming he did know how to dance, that is. The dress had pastel coloured rosettes sewn on to it, complete with green satin ribbon pieces as leaves. The light pink lace lining on the sleeves and cleavage really accentuated the other's soft silky-smooth skin and the matching wide-brim hat with rosettes and ribbon leaves like the dress totally completed the picture. He painted such a pretty picture. His Aki. Then, a thought struck him out of the blue.
"Is your name really Aki?" he asked.
The longhaired boy's eyes widened. "Yes. Yes, you can still call me that," he answered softly finally, lowering his eyes. "Your Highness," he added hastily, remembering his manners.
Hikaru smiled at that. "Let's start eating before the food gets cold and the ice cream melts," he suggested, lifting a golden spoon and beginning on the soup.
"You're generous, my prince. Thank you, Your Highness." He too began drinking the soup.
Perhaps it was just him but the more often he heard it, the more Hikaru thought that the way the other said the words 'my prince' really implied much more than just a matter of vassalage. There was a certain inflection to it that was simply... possessive. As he ate, he watched the longhaired cross-dresser do the same. He was eating the avocados now, scooping the creamy flesh into his mouth with a small golden spoon. Hikaru watched as the other's lips parted and then closed softly over the spoonful of avocado. Just the very sight of it made heated blood rush right down. He resolutely looked away and purposefully concentrated on eating his food. God, he wanted to touch him. Even if he was a boy, he still looked ravishing and Hikaru still wanted him as badly as ever he did want him. That longing, that desire was still there, strong and burning. And now that Aki was eating the apple crumble, lips closing softly around a piece of the sweet dessert topped with vanilla ice cream, the feeling was more intense than ever.
"Did you enjoy the food?" he asked conversationally, attempting to take his mind off the uncomfortable subject it seemed to be spinning around.
The other looked up. "Yes, of course, Your Highness. It was most delectable. Thank you," he replied, his manners perfect. Perhaps he had been wrong in saying that Aki was rude; he wasn't rude all the time, only when he was angry or annoyed. At any other time, he seemed a lot more polite than even Hikaru himself with all the court training the prince had received.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh?" Had the prince just apologised? Akira didn't know why he was apologising, but he hadn't imagined the two-toned-haired boy to be capable of that. Perhaps Prince Hikaru wasn't really as much an arrogant jerk as he had initially thought. Funny, though; although he had always perceived the other to be a jerk, Akira still craved him so passionately. He was chasing an unreachable goal, he knew, and yet he didn't want to stop running after it.
"I said, I'm sorry."
"What for, Your Highness?" Akira asked, puzzled.
"I said you were rude. I was wrong."
"Oh. It's alright. I did make such an impression, I guess." Akira smiled.
Hikaru was glad he decided to apologise to his cross-dresser. The smile he gave him in return was so beautiful. There were few better rewards. He finished his dessert and waited for Aki to finish his. The longhaired boy savoured every last mouthful of what was, to the prince, relatively simple fare compared to what was usually served during dinners with his parents. Obviously, Aki only got to enjoy such fine cuisine once in a blue moon. When he had finally finished his last mouthful of apple crumble, Aki looked up at the prince. "Play a game with me?" Hikaru offered. He had wanted to play Aki all evening, really. The game with Yashiro, while exciting and intense, was still no match for a game with his favourite cross-dresser.
Akira nodded. "Yes, please." He rose and walked over to where a Goban stood on a thick soft rug with a cushion on either side of it. "Your game with Yashiro-san was breathtaking. You were both so strong and the fighting was intense until the very end. It was such a risky game." He knelt down on the soft cushion. "I've never seen or played a game like that before today."
"You're stronger than him, Aki," the prince responded as he sat down on the other cushion.
/He likes playing with me better? Is that what he is saying?/ Akira wondered to himself. "Thank you. I'm glad you think so, Your Highness. You are kind."
"No, it's true. You would have defeated him. And if you want to make it more interesting, why don't we start like this?" And the prince arranged four ponnukis around the Tengen in the middle of the board, two each for black and white.
Akira's eyes widened first, then lit up with a steely determination to rise to the challenging and interesting twist to the game that represented. The ponnuki was a very good shape to have and having it in the middle of the board was a great advantage that didn't usually occur during the natural course of a game. To have two for each player already in the middle of the board at the beginning would make it that much harder to win, given that both players had such a huge advantage. In the end, it would come down to who was better at utilising the shape to his advantage. They decided to nigiri as usual and Akira won black.
Instead of trying to build up territory first as he usually did, Akira began attacking with the very first move. Hikaru smirked at that and responded accordingly, beginning a very long and complicated battle that began in the middle and spread to the rest of the board. No one area was safe. Stone after stone was placed on the board and territory was obtained painstakingly in small chunks of at the most, twenty moku. Whole clusters of stones died and even a small Ko fight considerably uncharacteristic of high-level games occurred. By the time they started on Seichi, they were both panting from the sheer excitement and intensity of the game they had played. Stones were moved into squares and rectangles anxiously; the game had been close and the victor unclear. Finally, they calculated the total with the dead stones and komi. With the komi, Prince Hikaru won by 1.5 moku. Akira sighed. He still couldn't beat the prince. Still, Hikaru was Heir Apparent after all; he was expected to be the best player in the land.
Akira began sweeping the stones back into their tsubos. "Can we reconstruct the game and discuss it, please?" he requested timidly.
"Certainly," the other replied, rearranging the four ponnukis in the centre.
They placed the stones again from memory. The game was etched deeply in their minds and they reconstructed it flawlessly. Finally, Hikaru slid the last stone into place with a conclusive pachi and the discussion began.
"This move over here was a bad hand from the beginning. You made the mistake of assuming that I would fall for the trap you laid and played this hand that was almost completely useless otherwise," Hikaru began.
"I realized that the instant you played your next hand, Your Highness. But here, you lost this chunk of territory because you dug yourself in too deep over here and my attack caused your stones to become heavy."
"True," the prince conceded. "However, in attacking those stones, you left this side weak and lost nearly thirty moku in the process. The thirteen moku you gained here hardly justifies it."
For some strange obscure reason he couldn't place a finger on, Akira found himself getting angry all over again. "Are you trying to say I'm bad at prioritising, Your Highness?" the beginnings of fury edging his voice dangerously.
Perhaps Hikaru noticed the angry undertone of the cross-dresser's voice. But then again, let it never be said that tact was his best subject; he had only recently acquired it anyway. "I'm not saying anything, Aki," he replied evenly. "The stones speak for themselves."
"Will you just stop being so God damned arrogant?!!" Akira yelled, his control on his temper splintering.
"Pray tell what's so arrogant about pointing out your mistakes in a discussion!" Hikaru challenged loudly.
So Prince Hikaru was right. But that didn't mean he was going to take it lying down. "It's not what you said! It's the intonation that counts!!" God, that sounded ridiculous, even to himself.
"Oh, so now you're being pedantic! Just what the hell is your fucking problem, Lady?!" The bleached-blonde rolled his eyes.
"You're the one that has a problem!!"
"Oh yeah?! Why don't you just get that forest out of your ass, so we can debate this again?!!"
Here they were going at it again.
"I didn't know it was a custom of royalty to insult people to their faces!!"
"Oh yeah?!! Well, I didn't know you could fault someone for returning a favour!!" he riposted snidely.
"I beg your pardon?!!"
"Note that you were the one that started insulting me!!"
True, but Akira wasn't about to let the other win. "You implied that I was bad at prioritising first!!!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, aren't you?!!"
"What?! You..." The longhaired boy was aghast.
"Look at the board. It speaks for itself," Hikaru said smugly.
"Arrogant jerk!!"
"I should have you hanged for your insolence!! Stupid!!"
"I am not stupid!!"
"Oh yeah?! Could have fooled me!!"
"Oh, quit with the 'oh yeah?'s, will you?!!"
And so they returned to a hundred and sixty decibels.
"MY SPEECH PATTERNS ARE SO ABSOLUTELY NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!!"
"RIGHT! AND MY PRIORITIES ARE NONE OF YOURS!!"
"THAT'S IRRELEVANT!!" the prince bellowed, standing up abruptly to glare down at the cross-dresser.
"IS IT?!!"
"FOR JUST THIS ONCE, QUIT BEING UNREASONABLE!!!"
"I AM NOT BEING UNREASONABLE!!!" Akira screeched back, rising as well.
"YES, YOU ARE!!!"
"NO, I'M NOT!!!"
And once again, it degenerated into a childish yes-no argument reminiscent of their last few encounters.
"ARE TO!!!"
"AM NOT!!!"
"ARE TO!!!"
"AM NOT!!!"
"YES!!!"
"NO!!!"
"YES!!!"
"NO!!!"
"YES!!!"
"NO!!!"
"YES!!!"
"NO!!!"
"OH, GEEZ MAN!! THAT'S IT!! I'M LEAVING!!!" And so Hikaru stormed out of his own room in a huff, leaving Akira, dumbfounded and confused, staring at the velvet curtains that hid the doors in the large and suddenly vacant bedchamber.
A few moments later, the door opened again and the prince stepped through the curtains. "In retrospect, this is my room. You should be the one leaving," he informed Akira tartly, holding the curtains apart for him.
The cross-dresser's eyes narrowed just slightly as he lifted his skirt slightly and strode towards the door. "Heh, you're just escaping because you know that you're going to lose the argument," he threw at the Crown Prince of Kyu-Dan as he passed, voice tinged lightly with bitterness.
In response, the bleached-blonde dropped the curtain and shoved the longhaired boy against the wall before the doorway. Hikaru placed his other hand on Akira's other shoulder and held his gaze. Emerald met jade and locked. "Am I? Aki." Akira found the inflection to his voice anything but safe.
For all his eloquence from a few minutes ago, Akira couldn't really seem to find his tongue right now. He was more trapped by the intensity of the prince's gaze than the hands on his shoulders, more undone by the way the other said his name than the way he had been shoved against the wall. And so he remained silent, staring back up into those murky green depths at currents more powerful than a waterfall even as Hikaru leaned forward to capture his lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. Akira returned the kiss desperately; tonight was the last they would be together, since it was the last night of the tournament and tomorrow life would go back to the way it had always been before. The bleached-blonde broke off to kiss and nuzzle his neck and Akira arched closer to the prince. And yet, they shouldn't. Akira was probably making it worse for himself by succumbing to this, but he really couldn't help himself. Besides, didn't the prince already know that he was a boy? He touched his fingertips to the other's lips even as Hikaru trailed kisses along his collarbone. The Crown Prince looked up at him questioningly.
"We shouldn't," he whispered softly, looking away.
"But you want to?" It was a statement of the obvious, not a question.
"I... That's not the point," he replied, still avoiding the prince's gaze.
"But you want to?" the other repeated.
Yes; yes, he wanted to, but that didn't change anything. He closed his eyes briefly. "Why?" he asked, finally turning back to face the prince.
"What?"
"You already know, I'm not... what I claim to be. So why?" he elaborated.
"Does it matter?"
"What?"
"Does it matter? I thought everyone knew about my flexible preferences anyway."
So he truly didn't mind. "But..."
"Forget it, Aki. We want to and that's all that matters."
Before the longhaired boy could protest, he had claimed his lips again, unzipping the gown and then unfastening the clasps of the corset before that of the filler-bra. He explored the sweet recesses of the cross-dresser's mouth, sliding the dress down and rubbing his knee against the heated flesh of the other's inner thighs. Akira moaned into the kiss, helping the prince by shrugging off the restrictive clothing before wrapping slender arms around his neck. The bleached-blonde slid his fingers into the other's silken hair, tossing the hat carelessly to the ground as slender fingers found the buckles of his coat and began undoing them. The other gasped, kicking off high-heeled shoes as he tugged the rest of the dress off and lifted him easily.
Hikaru deposited his cross-dresser on the bed before removing his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt, when Akira suddenly groped for the buckle of his belt, brushing sensitive flesh hard in the process. The breath caught in his throat as Akira got to his knees on the bed and began to swiftly unbuckle the belt before working on his pants. He reached out and slid the remaining piece of clothing on the other down slender hips, exposing throbbing, heated flesh as the rest of the buttons on his shirt were quickly undone and discarded with the rest of his clothing before he climbed onto his bed, pressing his lover into the sheets beneath him.
Hands wandered and heated kisses were exchanged as moved against each other, immersed in the heat and pleasure of intimacy, wanting release and yet not wanting it to end. Akira let himself drown in the sensation, just forgetting about the future for once and held on desperately to the moments and emotions as the prince entered his pliant body to take him.
"Hikaru..." he whispered hoarsely, hauling himself closer to the prince.
"My Aki..." came the murmured reply, even as he felt ecstasy breaking over him in waves, drowning him in that myriad of feeling and sensation that was almost sinful in its bliss and beauty. And he lost himself in it, because he knew it would end, because he knew it was forbidden, because he couldn't help himself. He would deal with tomorrow when it came.
The grandfather clock in a corner of the room chimed half past eleven as Akira rose silently from the four-poster bed after what was probably always going to be the best night of his life. He pulled his undergarments back on and donned the dress, not bothering with the corset or the zip. Putting the hat back on, he gathered his things and slipped out into the balcony. It was a full moon that night. The stars were glimmering brightly in the sky as he summoned the Magic Goban softly. It came and landed silently before him on the granite surface of the balcony floor. He hesitated, turning back to give his sleeping lover one last look. He slid his eyes shut with regret.
"Goodbye, my prince," he whispered softly to the sleeping prince on the bed. "I'm sorry I can't stay. We were never meant to be. Perhaps it's better for us this way. I'm not the one that you need." He got onto the Goban, tears beginning to fall. "I love you, Crown Prince Shindou Hikaru, but that doesn't change anything. I'm sorry." He filed the memory among the ones he cherished most and turned away before he could change his mind. "Magic Goban fly with me; to the attic of Komi Mansion carry me."
As the Goban rose swiftly to the sky, one of the peach-coloured shoes Akira was carrying fell from his arms and landed on the balcony floor with a resounding clack. Akira stared down at it in alarm, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Sai never taught him how to stop the Goban in mid-flight and besides, he didn't want to risk getting caught by the prince in case he had woken up at the sound. Well, he didn't need the shoe anyway, so the prince could have it as a memoir perhaps. He arrived at the window of the attic just as his parent's carriage drove up to the front door of the mansion. Akira quickly stashed the dress and everything that came with it into the old oak cupboard and donned his old grey tunic. By the time his stepmother came up to check on him, he was already pretending to be asleep on the sleeping pallet that was so much harder and colder than the bed he had slept on earlier that night. Yes, it was probably better this way, but that didn't make it any easier. Who could tell the heart what to feel? And feel he did, even as he finally drifted off to thankfully dreamless sleep.
A/N: Yeah, one last chapter before my exam hiatus. Hope it is enjoyed and pray for reviews. Fujiko-chan!