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A/N: I have a bone to pick with you people. How come no one wanted to tell me that lose was not spelled 'loose' I mean, hello. What good are you if you don't correct a mistake I kept making over and over (I know the difference, but when I type my fingers forget that there is one…)? If I make anymore mistakes repeatedly like that, you know, you could tell me. It wouldn't hurt my feelings - it'd only help me not to look like an idiot…
Rivers in Egypt
"Two." His voice dropped so that he was barely even speaking now. The 'one' never came, their lips were pressed together before he got the word out. He wasn't sure if he moved into her or if she moved closer to him, but either way, here they were. And the reaction was immediate. It hadn't dulled, it hadn't faded away. In fact, if it were possible, the electricity of the kiss was greater than the first they'd shared.
He moved closer still, and she tilted her head back so he would have better access. Their lips played with each other for a second before her mouth opened, allowing him, without coherence, to enter hers completely. But he didn't take the opportunity - he pulled away instead. Quickly. Recoiling as if she'd burnt his skin. His eyes danced between disbelief and nervous understanding for a second as he stared at her, neither of them speaking.
Finally her voice broke the tension in the air, filled with venom and a slight bit of confusion. "What?" It was airy, as if she'd just exerted herself physically, and her eyes were lit as if waiting for him to trip and make just one mistake with his words.
"What do you mean, what?" He asked, trying to draw more air into his system. In all honesty, the room was spinning slightly and he was fighting to keep his balance. Which was silly because he was sitting down.
"Trunks, don't toy with me." She crossed her arms, lips still curved downward as she stared at him, studying his movements with hawk-like eyes. Analyzing him.
Her hair was pulled back into one of the looses buns he'd ever seen her wear. Pieces were falling out of it in all directions. Her eyes were still dark around the outside of the lids and there were bags there. Her lips were their normal pink, but it looked pinker because of how pale her cheeks were. Or was it because he'd just kissed her? He didn't know but he did know she looked good like that. Too good. Arms crossed over her chest, tightening the wife beater that she was wearing so that it squeezed her curves pleasantly. Where his thoughts were heading wasn't exactly good at this particular time and place.
Had they been anywhere else - in public or somewhere easily disrupted - he wouldn't have minded at all. But they weren't anywhere else. They were alone. In his house. With no one about to drop by. No one about to call. Because Bulma had arranged it that way, he was sure of it. And the thought made him swallow hard. He was just a man, after all, and if he had let that kiss continue it might not have stopped.
"I'm trying not to, Pan." He answered thickly, closing his eyes to fight off the line of thoughts invading him. Thoughts that were still lingering in his head, dancing around him in tempting circles of heat and desire.
"Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" She was on the brink of tears. And this was exactly why she said it wouldn't work. This very moment right here. He couldn't even stand to look at her! How was she supposed to marry a man that couldn't kiss her without wanting to retch? It was all fine and dandy when they were in his office and he was mourning over Marron. He could use her then. Sure. He could shut his eyes and pretend she was blonde with blue eyes. But now, when he knew who she was, he couldn't even kiss her without being sick to the stomach. He'd pulled away so fast she thought she might have hurt him.
And it hurt to admit this to herself. Because she didn't know that much about kissing and she didn't have all that much experience with it. But how could someone make her feel like that - so jittery and weak - and not feel it back? Why was it that she was dizzy and at a lost for any semblance of self-control and he was completely unaffected by it? Except for the fact that kissing her seemed to be brutally painful and annoyingly hard to cope with…
She couldn't stand the tortured look in his eyes. The pain that was there. Drawing in his features and painting him in ways she never could imagine. Never wanted to imagine. She didn't want him to feel this way. And she definitely didn't want it to be because of her. Because of anything she'd done to him. Or didn't do. Why was he pushing himself to feel things for her that he never could? Why didn't he just give it up and leave her alone?
When he didn't respond she let out an exasperated breath of air and uncrossed her arms, a defeated look taking over her face. "Well I'm sorry I'm such a bad kisser," She was on the verge of a very loud torrent when she felt a rush of nausea wash over her that couldn't be ignored. Her face paled as she hopped off the couch and ran down the hall.
"Pan," Trunks called after her, throwing his head into his hands with annoyance. Was that what she thought? He wanted to argue his point but he heard a splattering sound and knew instinctively that she didn't make it to the bathroom. He winced, wondering if maybe he was the bad kisser, and got off the couch to follow her.
*
Gohan was beyond mad. He was absolutely, positively livid. He crossed his arms in a disgruntled stance and glared down at his plate filled with rice, pork, beef, and noodles, absolutely refusing to eat. His glasses slid down his face but he refused to move to push them back up, continuing to glare at his plate as if it were the one to offend him instead of his company.
A hand landed softly, yet firmly, on his arm and squeezed. Reluctantly he pulled his eyes away from the food and looked at the woman next to him, showing a little less malice. He tilted his head to the side and let his dark eyes stare into her, silently asking what she wanted from him.
"Would you stop behaving so childishly?" She whispered, looking cautiously across from her to see if her husband was offending anyone.
"I'm not being childish." He didn't bother to whisper or even pretend like he cared if anyone else was offended by his behavior. Videl sighed heavily and shook her head, looking back down at her plate before controlling her temper.
"Yes, Gohan, you are." She stated firmly, giving him a piercing look with her eyes. By now no one was eating - with the exception of Vegita - all their chopsticks had been put down and everyone was watching quietly.
"Videl," His tone was just as strong, though neither of them were yelling or even close to it. "I don't appreciate being lied to or toyed with. And I don't think I'm over reacting or being childish." He sat his napkin on the table and got up, not taking the liberty of excusing himself before he walked away. Videl dropped her shoulders and looked at the people around her, giving Bulma a more piercing gaze than any of the others.
Trunks cleared his throat nervously and cast a glance at Pan that told her she needed to do something. She sighed and lifted her eyebrows, silently asking him what he expected her to do. Her father was right - he had been toyed with. And so had she for that matter. Bulma had manipulated the situation - Pan's health - to take advantage and allow her son the opportunity to 'get some'. Well, that wasn't fair, Trunks had been handled as well. Really this was all Bulma's fault.
Okay, a part of her realized that that wasn't fair either. But she would rather be childish about this because she was still sore about the fact that she agreed to consider marrying a man who couldn't kiss her without the desire to hurl. So she didn't move, only lowered her eyes so that Trunks could no longer look into them and urge, and resumed eating her food as if she didn't notice anything was amiss. She could feel Trunks' frustration as he glowered at the top of her hair but she didn't look up at him. It wasn't until she realized most of the people at the table, including her mother, were glaring in her direction, that she dropped her chopsticks and rolled her eyes.
"Well, what do you expect me to say? He wasn't lied to? That he is overreacting? Or that I enjoyed the fact that when I couldn't make out my fingers from my toes the only person there to comfort me was this baboon?" She shot a pointed look at Trunks and then stood up, not waiting for any of them to answer, and followed her father back towards Capsule.
Trunks winced as she walked away, picking up on the fact that she was still angry about the other night at his house. When he kissed her and she assumed - all on her own, without any encouragement from him, mind you - that he thought she was a horrible kisser. He hadn't ever had time to clear that rumor up; that night, after she lost the remaining contents of her lunch on his floor, she'd passed out again and then Gohan had called, asking about how Pan was feeling. And Trunks found that he didn't have the heart to lie to the man. Before he knew what was happening, Trunks had one of the strongest men in the world standing in his house wearing the meanest scowl he'd ever seen in his life and madder than any time Trunks could recall while using his half-functioning, half-threatened brain.
And Trunks was mortally afraid. For his soul, for the very breath he was breathing. That this might be the last breath he ever took in. Because Gohan never smiled at him that night, never relented in his gaze. His voice was a deadly calm as he asked where Pan was and when Trunks told him and Gohan walked out of the room, he still didn't feel relieved. Gohan had picked his daughter up and carried her out of the house without so much as a second glance and Trunks had been too afraid to call Pan for two days after. And she certainly wasn't going to call him.
So when Bulma announced that she was having a welcome back party for Goten and Marron - who were back from their extended honeymoon - to make up for what she put the Sons through, he jumped on the chance to be there. Not because he wanted to face Gohan again - that thought made him shiver to even consider - but because he was afraid that if he didn't clear things up with Pan she'd change her mind about him. But so far, they hadn't had the chance to really talk. And now she was calling him a baboon. This didn't look promising.
"What did you do?" Bra hissed at him, mashing her heel down hard on his foot from under the table. "You big idiot." She narrowed her eyes and then looked away from him, plainly disgusted with whatever it was that she assumed he had 'done'.
"Would someone like to explain what exactly is going on here, to me?" Videl asked, anger appearing again as she glared directly into Trunks' soul. Uh-oh, he thought silently cursing himself. He knew that voice - that was Videl's angry voice. He was more afraid of her anger than his own mother's and that said something.
Bulma was always ranting and raving about something or other - and while it was scary, it had it's limits. But Videl's anger only appeared once every three to five years, and when it showed up it was because you had really done something and the guilt was already corroding your soul. And then she'd set those eyes on you. Those cold, piercing dark blue eyes, that looked right through you and saw all of your faults. Trunks swallowed hard, tugging on the collar of his shirt though it wasn't tight around his neck.
He could feel the tiny droplets of perspiration collect in his hands and he wiped them on his pants before looking back up at Videl. Her eyes were still holding that angry glint and she was still boring them into the core of his being. No one moved, no one even breathed loudly, and Trunks had no option but to answer.
He chuckled lightly, nervously, and then straightened his shoulders, looking her back directly in the eyes. "I believe…" He stopped, wiping his hands again because the sweat had acquired with lightning speed. "You see…There is a possibility that..."
"Oh, Trunks, just spit it out!" This was Bulma who was glaring at him as well.
"If you're about to tell me that my only child is pregnant, so help me Dende I'm going to jump across this table and rip your intestines out. And then I'm going to use them as rope to tie around your neck and hang you off your own roof." Videl's voice was even as she relayed the threat, eyes never lifting off Trunks and he had no doubt in his mind that she could pull it off. His eyes widened in horror and his brow wrinkled in a pleading way that reminded one of a puppy who just got fussed at for messing in the house. He drew in a deep, horror stricken breath and shook his head.
"There won't be any need for that…" He trailed off, looking about him for any form of help. There really was none to be sought. Bra had this very amused look conquering her face and Ubuu, who was sitting next to her, couldn't say anything even if he wanted to. He was under the blue-haired girl's love spell. Then there was Marron who was too afraid of Videl at this moment to rescue him even if she gave a damn, and in all honesty, he suspected she thought it was funny. Beside her, of course, was Goten but he was Pan's uncle and he was giving Trunks the same murderous glare as Videl. Then Krillen and Eighteen, but Eighteen made sure she stayed out of other's business and she made sure Krillen followed suite.
Of course his mother wasn't offering any form of assistance, and she had gotten him into this mess. Instead she was giving him just as mean a stare - obviously annoyed because he and Pan seemed to be on worse terms than before she risked everything to have them alone in the same house. He wasn't even willing to look at his father, he could feel the smirk that was plastered on that man's face. Chi-Chi hadn't come because she was 'feeling under the weather' (but really she just used the first excuse she could jump on to avoid spending a few hours with Bulma) and Trunks doubted if she would have been of any help or not - she seemed to hate him more than anyone else. And if Pan would have done anything at all he'd just sent her after her father. But, he guessed, there was one good thing about this situation: Gohan wasn't at the table. So he cleared his throat and tried again, wanting desperately to catch his breath but all the air had left his body.
"What I'm trying to say is…" He didn't know how to word this. He couldn't tell the woman that and Pan were getting married. Pan had told him not to announce that, and whether they were or weren't wasn't even final yet. He couldn't say that he was impeccably attracted to her daughter and thought he 'cared' about her enough to offer a real future - that would make him sound like slime. But he didn't want to lie. And he didn't know how to explain. What he needed was for Pan to come and get her mother off of him. He needed Pan to tell him what to do - and he was supposed to be a man. "I think that maybe …"
Bra sighed loudly and rolled her eyes. "Trunks is in love with Pan and he wants to date her." She took up the tone of voice that was used in that Sandra Bullock movie that he hated her watching all the time. What was it again? Miss America or something? Anyway, it annoyed him to no end and he hated that she had just said that out loud. A blush quickly washed over his face, spreading from his neck and then expanding until it covered everything, as he quickly looked down at his plate. He shut his eyes in complete mortification and thanked Dende once again because Gohan was no longer at the table.
"Well it's about time he admitted it." Marron snorted, throwing a piece of chicken into her mouth with some form of elation written on her face. If possible, Trunks' face flushed a little more but, surprisingly, he wasn't angry with her for assuming the statement to be true. He almost wanted to smile in her direction. And that emotion bothered him more than the embarrassment he was feeling.
"Is that so, Trunks?" Videl asked, the same cold anger in her voice as she continued to look at him.
"Um…You could say that." He allotted, swallowing hard as he looked back up at the woman that, Dende willing, would be his mother-in-law one day.
"And how does my daughter feel about this?" She questioned, her face softening slightly into what could almost be called a friendly expression.
"Uh…Well, you'd have to ask her about that one…" All the words ran out of his brain before he could shove them out of his mouth and that was the best response he could come up with, considering.
"What he means is, she's delighted but she just needs time to absorb it all." Bra intervened again. Videl slowly turned her head, raising a curious eyebrow at the girl which successfully shut her up.
"I would like to hear Trunks answer my questions." She explained, giving Bra a sizing look. She turned back to Trunks and then, "You're in love with my daughter?" She questioned, not easing her gaze again. He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes.
"I love your daughter." He responded after opening his eyes again, not nodding or saying 'yes' to her question. He didn't have the heart to lie to her, and that way he wasn't lying. But she picked up on his avoidance and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Are you in love with my daughter?" She challenged, everyone waiting intently. There was silence for a long time and Trunks made no move to answer her question. His heart was pounding too fast and just when he opened his mouth to respond he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.
"Mother, please." The voice that belonged to that hand spoke, simple annoyance and pleading could be heard clearly. Not bothering to wait for a response, she changed the subject. "I talked to father and he's okay now, but he still doesn't want to be here. And he's afraid he might hurt Trunks," She squeezed his shoulder as she said this but he could hear the delight in her voice at the thought of her father beating the crap out of him. "So he said you might make his excuses and accompany him home."
"All right Pan." Videl nodded, still holding Trunks' gaze as she stood from the table. "Bulma, we appreciate the thought but you can understand how we're not in the best of moods with you right now. I'm afraid my stubborn husband is going to need some time before he gets over this. And in the meantime, I don't want my daughter alone with your son. So would you try not to arrange it again?"
Bulma didn't respond, simply shot her son another dirty look and watched as Videl made her way back into Capsule as well. It wasn't the first time her and Videl had been at odds and she was sure it wouldn't be the last - that the woman was upset right now was the least of Bulma's issues. She was more concerned with why Pan seemed to be thoroughly annoyed with Trunks at the moment and with the lingering threat of Gohan's anger. She hadn't meant to undermine the man, she'd thought that he would understand the budding relationship between his daughter and her son. And that he would be glad Trunks was finally showing some initiative and that Trunks and Pan were heading towards something more than maybes and thin ice. But apparently she had been wrong. And the fact that Pan was incredibly annoyed with Trunks only helped to shove salt on an open wound.
"So…were you going to answer her question?" Goten narrowed his eyes at Trunks, easing back into his chair and gazing with curiosity.
"Who's question?" Trunks asked, sure that he didn't want Goten to say what he knew he was going to say.
"Videl's question." The younger boy tilted his head to the side in a menacing way, daring Trunks to give him the silent treatment as well. "Are you in love with her or not?"
"Yes, Goten." Was all he said, but the air in his voice made it sound like there was a catch to it. Pan narrowed her eyes at him, glaring into the back of his head. He could feel her displeasure and that was the only thing that made him open his mouth again. "I was going to answer her question."
"And what were you going to say." He continued his challenge.
"That if I were going to tell anyone whether or not I was in love with Pan it would be her first - and not the entire rest of the world." That wasn't the answer that was about to fall off of his tongue before Pan interrupted the interrogation but it was the only answer Goten deserved. As well as the rest of the busy-bodies at that table. It was really none of their business what went on with him and Pan - that was a private affair.
"Trunks, it's more than just a river in Egypt, you know?" That, surprisingly, was Eighteen, who sat her napkin on the table and got up before he could ask her what in the world she was talking about. Krillen followed his wife who was soon accompanied by Marron. Goten gave Trunks a look that let him know he was disgusted and then followed his wife, who was waiting at the edge of the table for him.
"Thank you for having us, Bulma." Marron muttered, looking displeased and uneasy with the situation at hand. "It was a lovely party, really." Bulma frowned, looking as if she wanted to cry, and nodded, also getting up from the table.
"What did I do to deserve this?" She muttered as she made her way back inside as well. That only left Bra and Ubuu as well as Pan, Trunks, and Vegita. Silently Trunks wondered why his father was still at the table and there was no food to be eaten. Just sitting. He let his eyes travel over to the man, curiosity solely, and immediately regretted it. Vegita was just waiting for the opportune moment that their eyes locked, that was all he wanted.
The second it happened Trunks could see what he'd been looking at his whole life; whenever he didn't do something the way he was supposed to, whenever he worked instead of trained, whenever he lost a spar. Those eyes would look down on him and tell him exactly what kind of failure he was. Only these held something greater than annoyance, greater than disgust. And it made Trunks want to leave as well - because he didn't know what it was but he felt like the ultimate disappointment. He felt as if he couldn't seep any lower. Then Vegita snorted and got up from the table as well.
As he left, Trunks thought that he would finally be able to get a moment of peace. A moment where someone wasn't looking at him as if he were the grinch that stole Christmas, but then Pan opened her mouth and from her tone he could tell things weren't going to be pretty.
"We need to talk." She spoke stubbornly, quickly taking in Bra's overly pleased face at the prospect of getting a juicy bit of gossip. At that, she added, "Alone." In a threatening tone that let Bra know she needed to leave the table. The younger girl sighed and shrugged her shoulders, grabbing her boyfriend's hand and leaving the same way as the others.
"Man, I sure know how to kill a party." Trunks murmured, resting his head in his hands with a disgruntled sigh.
"Yeah," Pan agreed, coming around his chair and taking a seat at the table. "Did you take some kind of class for that?"
"Please, I taught the class." He smiled lightly at her through the breaks in his fingers but the saddened look on her face made him straighten in his seat. He rolled his eyes inwardly and then stood up out of his chair, taking her hands in his he pulled her to her feet. "Pan,"
"Trunks, I don't think-" Her sentence was silenced by his lips as he gave her a kiss that could be considered everything but chaste. He fought the urge to move his hands to her waist and pull her body closer to his, only stood there for a long moment, telling her without words that she was nowhere near a bad kisser.
When they broke apart he didn't move away from her, he continued to hold her hands in his, and waited for her to speak. The smirk, without his permission, had found it's way onto his lips as she seemed to be utterly without words.
"What were you saying, Pan?" He asked pleasantly, smiling deviously.
"You can't do that every time I want to talk to you." She stated sternly, finally able to regain her bearings.
"Why not? There's no rule against it." He teased, lavishing in the completely lost look on his face.
"There should be." She pouted, sticking her bottom lip out in a frown that would make the smartest man forget his name. He couldn't help it, couldn't fight the urge, he leant his head down and captured her lips again.
*
"I know you're upset, Gohan, but you've got to try and calm down." Videl was telling her husband on their way home. It had taken every bit of coercing that she had in her to get him to leave without Pan and now she was trying to get him to relax a little.
"Did you see them?" He challenged, not liking the fact that his wife wasn't on his side in this. "Sitting at the table as if they hadn't done anything underhanded. Bulma went too far this time - I've had enough of everyone trying to push my daughter into the hands of that…that…" He couldn't think of a nasty enough word.
"It wouldn't take pushing to get those two together. And from what I saw today, no one need to even bother interfering anymore - they did it on their own."
"No, Bulma did it, you can be sure of that. I didn't tell you Videl, but when I picked her up from Trunks' house do you know where she was? Lying in his bed! His bed, Videl!" The woman sighed, quite loudly, and ran her finger through her dark strands of hair. She had let it grow again and it reached the beginning of her neck before cutting off.
"Yes, well, Trunks doesn't have all that much furniture from what I'm told-"
"She had an engagement ring hanging around her neck." This last part was said quietly, as though he hated admitting it, and both parties fell silent in the car. For a long pause both of them thought on what this could mean, both of them seeming to know exactly what was happening.
Then, "Well, did you ask her about it?"
"Did I ask her…! No, Videl, I didn't ask her about it." He drew in a deep breath that made his shoulders rise and then let it out quickly, closing his eyes and opening them quickly, trying very hard to concentrate on the road. "The girl had just been through the worse ordeal of her entire life and no one had bothered to tell me about it. She was sick and without either of her parents - only that boy to help her - and you think I brought up a ring around her neck?"
"Okay, first off Gohan, I'm not liking the tone you're taking with me. I don't know what's got you so riled up but will you keep in mind that I am your wife and I control where you sleep and what you eat? And secondly, you have to understand that our daughter is not a teenager anymore. She'll be twenty-two in a few months and I'm pretty sure that if that boy has anything to say about it he's going to be there a lot more than either of us in the future. And lastly, you shouldn't speculate about things that you haven't talked over. You're a grown man and you know better. So I don't care if she came home wearing a tattoo with 'Trunks' girl' on it, if you didn't ask her about it, don't jump to conclusions."
"You're right." The man nodded, looking slightly defeated. "You're usually right. I just can't get over what Pan said to me. She's so lost and confused." And then, as if the words just registered in his head, "What do you mean by saying he's going to be there more than us? Did he tell you something?" Suspicion laced his voice as he questioned.
"What did Pan say to you?" She asked before she heard his question.
"What did Trunks say to you?" Gohan challenged.
"Well, he didn't say it in words - in fact, he'd probably dance around the entire dictionary before he settled on those words - but that boy is in love with our daughter. His eyes told me more than anything else."
"I was about to say the same thing about Pan." Gohan shook his head, amazed.
"You're kidding me?" Videl questioned, sounding her disbelief. Not because she couldn't imagine her daughter in love with Trunks - but because she couldn't imagine her daughter trying to deny she was when it was clear that Trunks was coming around and now they were trying to pave a relationship together.
"Only, reverse what you said. She'd probably do everything in her power to convince us that she's in love with the boy - she probably believes she is too." His voice trailed off as he concentrated harder on the road, a somewhat glazed look coming over his eyes. Videl's eyebrows drew together and her head snapped to attention.
"Gohan…" She left the questioned unasked, knowing he would understand what she was wondering.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to say, Videl." He nodded his head. "Our daughter's not half as in love with that boy as she thinks she is. It's going to be interesting to see how they work this one out."
"But, Gohan, she's been after him her entire life." Videl argued in disbelief.
"Exactly, Videl. It was puppy love in the beginning and it's never changed. That was always what I was waiting for - for her feelings to change. But they haven't. And now is the opportune time that everyone wants to start pushing Trunks and Pan together. But it's going to end in catastrophe, she's not ready."
"Well, let's give them a chance. Maybe she'll come around."
"Not once he starts pledging his undying emotion for her. She'll be so afraid she'll be gone faster than a deer caught in headlights. I'm telling you, Videl, we need to make them separate. Pan has no idea how much he means to her yet."
"So, let me get this straight, Trunks is hopelessly in love with our daughter. And our daughter is only half way there? This is going to be the hardest year of our parenting career, isn't it?"
"That's what it looks like."
A/N: This chapter's shorter than the others. Hmm. What …? Oh, you're confused about that little 'twist' I put at the end/ Doubting Pan's love and all…-innocent look- I don't know what your problem is.
Now you see why I don't have Trunks just open his mouth and say: "Pan, I'll love you forever and always. You're my entire world." if he did that then they would start dating under normal pretences. And Pan would know Trunks loved her only to discover that she didn't truly return the emotion. And red lights would go off in her head and she'd leave him. And when she was ready to come back he'd be too crushed to forgive her and I'd have this big huge mess. So, they'll fall in love with each other under the pretense of a lie. See, isn't my way so much funner? ^_~ I knew you'd see things my way.
Okay, there's been a lot of question as to the length of this story. x_x Let me tell you, I actually considered just stopping. I know, what a sin. But you don't understand! It's not that I was inspiration lacking (actually I think I'm out of my dry spell) but it's the fact that I'm on page 160 and I still have a lot to do. It's like this story just started and I want to cry. I'm expecting that I'll go to chapter 30 and that means 300 pages for me. And that's just using the outline that I typed up in the beginning - which originally was only supposed to take me to chapter 23. But when I write other things come into my head that I can't fight back and I have to write them the way they come at me. And so it's longer. And this is going to be long. It'd be nice if you stuck with me through it but if you just stopped reading, boy I wouldn't blame you. After all, I wanted to just stop writing it. And it's my baby.
Thanks for your lovely reviews that always keep coming even when I take forever to update (which I didn't do this time ^_^) and please don't stop. I love you guys!