Silver On The Wind
by: Raven110
Yami raven: Raven just realized that she made Fluffy say Please in the last chappy
Raven: Dear Lord, Fluffy Said PLEASE. That is SO Scary. But hey. It's a funny moment
Amaya: YES it is. Now what will my new kimono look like. And how soon will I get it
blushing beet red
Yami Raven: Some one doesn't like being with out a top.............technically.
Raven: as soon as some one says the disclaimer
Amaya: sighs fine....raven does NOT own inuyasha. Not no way. Not no how.
Raven.: well that will have to do. On with the long awaited chapter 6.
(Also. The title is just something refering to Amaya's kimono....okies)
As sesshoumaru, Amaya and the rest of the motley crew walked down a semi-warn path
in the forest, Amaya took the time to notice how warm it was. Oh sure, it was early morning, not
yet past 7-o-clock, but getting close to it. Rin was well awake. Having awoken during the
beginnings of the battle the night prior. Sitting up top ah-un looking around curiously, for kata.
Sesshoumaru occasionally looked at her out of the corner of his eye, knowing it was a futile
search, kata would never return. Oh sure, it had crossed his mind, to use tensaiga, but she was
Amaya's problem, and one she was willing to leave behind, it seemed. Amaya, was healing, and
though he would have used tensaiga on her, she would not have let him. Sesshoumaru's thoughts
trailed to the mystery of the white wolf demoness walking slightly behind him. She was listless,
holding his shirt tightly around her body. He would have to delay them further to give her time
to actually rest. He gave her a once over, noting the shirt partially open in the front, due to the
weird hold she had on it, causing a dipping v-neck to happen. He quickly looked away from that,
and glanced at her hair, it was growing back at an amazing speed. The white tresses no flowing
down below her shoulder blades. One slim arm was riddled with burns, and she moved with
pained steps.
That was an other thing, sesshoumaru realized. Had she actually tried to protect him from
that bloody tiger demon. Sesshoumaru continued to regard her curiously, until her head rose to
meet his gaze. A singed ear flicked back, while a more tattered ear merely flicked. He diverted
his gaze from her and turned it upon the trail. It would take them all day to get to the weaver's, if
they did not stop. But sesshoumaru knew that Amaya would need a rest period, to recover from
the many burns and wounds she had sustained. He heard rin call to Amaya, and Amaya's nearly
silent steps move back to where rin rode upon ah-un. Sesshoumaru glanced out of the corner of
his eye, and saw ah-un pausing, letting Amaya slip upon his back (sorry, I KNOW I put she
before), and rin climbing into her lap. Amaya had an annoyed look on her face, but seemed to
relax to the point of toleration. Sesshoumaru felt a tinge of jealously, until now, rin would only
sit next to him, or on certain occasions in his lap. Now she was settling into Amaya's lap like a
child would their mother. Sesshoumaru diverted his gaze again, grumbling to himself. The sound
out pattering paws on the ground signaled azize coming to bound in front of him. Azize slowed
and walked beside him. After a moment, azize glanced up at sesshoumaru, before saying softly.
"If your curious. Ask Amaya for answers. But not now. She's tired, and that makes her
irritable."
With that the white wolf turned and bounded off into the forest, presumably after some
sort of prey. Sesshoumaru glanced after the wolf. Truth be told, he was curious about Amaya.
She was a mystery and a half. Her cold demeanor almost put HIS to shame. She seemed
carefully molded to be the demoness she was. He glanced at her, and saw her 'dozing' upon ah-
un's back. He noted she had let the hold on her shirt go slack some, most defiantly
unintentionally. For now, it had slipped open a bit more, revealing ivory skin, and after a
moment, he realized he would have to request new under things for her as well. It took
sesshoumaru several minuets to realize he was staring at her chest, and looked away, but watched
enough to see rin suddenly sit up, and straighten the shirt, so that it stayed closed. Mentally, he
thanked rin 100 times over.
Sesshoumaru looked around the soft meadowy area they had arrived at, there was a brook
near by. And azize would help her catch some fish, knowing that mental case wolf. So he glanced
back at rin, who was still sitting upon ah-un, in Amaya's lap. Rin was awake, braiding a long
lock of Amaya's white hair. Said demoness was asleep, how she could sleep sitting up like that
alluded sesshoumaru, he had NO idea. But there was shade for him to sit under, and rin could
get food. So he spoke up.
"Rin."
Rin looked up at him.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama."
"We're stopping for a bit, go find something to eat."
Rin nodded, with a smile, and slipped off ah-un's back. The two headed dragon moved slowly to
a heavily shaded area, and lied down very carefully, not disturbing the sleeping passenger he still
carried. Sesshoumaru shook his head. Azize bounded after rin, yipping happily as she bounded
into the water. Rin's laughter and azize's ecstatic yip were pushed to the back of sesshoumaru's
mind. He walked up to ah-un, and moved to lift Amaya from his back. But he found himself
hesitant to move her. Her body was still on the mend, and he could reopen the wounds. He
grumbled to himself, and proceeded to pick Amaya up, with the gentleness of holding a baby,
and placed her on a soft spot in the grass near Ahun. He stood up straight and made to leave,
when he stopped dead in his tracks. Amaya's soft white ears, which had been lying back as she
slept, were not pricked forward, towards him. Weather she had felt herself being moved, or heard
something of interest, sesshoumaru had a bad feeling she KNEW he had picked her up. Though
she did not wake, her ears remained trained on him, listening to him. He eyed Amaya a moment,
before his short conversation with azize ran through his head. He had questions, and he could
get answers, when ever he wanted, just by asking. Sesshoumaru pondered over this for several
moments, when Amaya moved, and looked up at him, with a steely glare, as if asking why the
heck he was annoying her with his presence. He returned her glare with a stead fast emotionless
look, and after a moment, the two broke the gaze. Like always, at the same time, never once,
when a trial of wills erupted between them, did one look away, and not the other. Both were to
evenly matched to degrade themselves to such a thing. So, instead, they resigned to a truce, an
shared admittance of power. Sesshoumaru walked over and sat down upon Ahun's back. Her
eyes were unnerving, never blinking, just watching him coldly. sesshoumaru got up and moved to
the other side of the clearing, aware of Amaya's gaze on his back. Sesshoumaru turned to look at
her, only to find her gaze upon azize now, watching the wolf play. She had switched to totally
ignoring him.
many hours later, sesshoumaru and his companions were walking again. They had been
for a couple hours now. Amaya was walking now, seeming more alert, and aware of her
surroundings. She didn't look at sesshoumaru, nor ask any more questions, she was silent. That
was okay with sesshoumaru, for he preferred silence. Even rin was quiet, happily sitting upon
Ahun's back. Azize was off in the forest, never more than 300 feet away, but even she was quiet.
It was sort of eyrie. The sun was setting slowly upon the horizon, but sesshoumaru had no
intention of stopping. A messenger from the Weaver-Spider, had crossed their paths shortly after
their rest period, and informed sesshoumaru that the weaver was running disastrously behind that
day, and she would have the dye done for the fabric shortly after night fall. So sesshoumaru kept
them moving, it wasn't much farther anyways.
Everything was so quiet that sesshoumaru lapsed into an old past time of his. He listened,
not to just his surroundings, but his companions. This was how he learned to identify them, how
he learned to tell when something was amiss. Azize was moving at a steady, powerful stride, a
stead patpatpat was how he identified her movements, along with the stead pantpantpant,
which was her breathing. Azize smelled of fish, she must have caught some recently. She was
walking beside Ahun. Ahun had a blatant dragon scent to him, and walked with a steady
thudthudthudthud. Rin was on ahun's back. Humming to herself in her soft voice, and
looking at the sky, she sounded sleepy, and she smelt distinctly like wild flowers, spice and
human smells. Jakken was leading Ahun, walking with out complaint, and was only a patpat to
the sense of hearing, and was only a toad demon in scent, nothing special. Amaya was the last
one he switched his attention to. Her footsteps were to light to hear, though he strained hard to
hear them. The main thing he could pick up, was his shirt ruffling every so often, her long hair,
now down to her waist, sighing in the wind and the skirt of her kimono fluttering every so often.
It was her scent that intrigued him. It was a soft blend of cold winter nights, and mountains,
which he bet was her mother's scent, then of bloodshed and death, that was defiantly kitaro's
scent, that was very weak on her, very very weak. the last bit had to be her own scent, the scent
that made her her, it was of forests, flowers freedom, and the wolf furry scent of her kind then the
demon scents that were basic to all breeds of demon. Though reluctant to admit it, sesshoumaru
liked Amaya's scent. It was such a sharp contrast to what he had to deal with from day to day. It
was soft and sweet, not to strong, and it didn't hold a disgusting flavor to it. Then again, there
was just something about Amaya that kept drawing sesshoumaru's thoughts back to her, even
though he could not pin point it.
After some time. The weavers hut loomed over head. Sesshoumaru sensed Amaya
pausing to give it a once over. He heard her softly command azize to sit, and stay sat.
sesshoumaru mentally thought about this action, then turned to rin.
"Stay out here. With the wolf."
Rin looked a little put out. She liked talking to the large demon spider. The lady demon spider
was very friendly with rin, and kept her mouth shut about sesshoumaru traveling with human.
Sesshoumaru gave the weaver credit for brains. The weaver, known as arania (SEE
CREATIVITY!! Yami raven looks at her oddly), was well known for her fabric, mostly due to
the spells and enchantments she could weave into the fabric. Shielding against stains, dirtying,
fading and most other common, problems humans had could be prevented with her silken
weaves. Sesshoumaru glanced at Amaya, then strode forward.
"Come."
He could almost see Amaya glowering at him. Though he heard her following him quietly. The
entered the hut, and paused, waiting.
"AH! Lord sesshoumaru, so good to see you," a voice called.
"I trust you have the fabric ready Arania," sesshoumaru replied.
"Yes of coarse, who's the young lady with you."
The spider demon moved to get a good look at Amaya. Amaya growled at her, her fuzzy ears
flying back in indigence.
"And do pardon me. She is not as young as I first took her for."
Amaya relaxed and nodded to the spider. She could allow a slight mix up. She had to admit, she
did look younger than she was. Arania and sesshoumaru spoke quietly for several minuets before
arania turned towards Amaya.
"Follow me dear."
She tapped Amaya on her shoulder blade with one of her long, prickly legs. Amaya flicked her
ears back, but walked away with the spider, she didn't like the feel of that hair. It then occurred
to Amaya that she was being a little to irritable, and softly chastised herself for it. She realized
she was just not used to the attention, so instead of fighting it, chose to go along with it.
The spider proved to be a rapid worker, the dye having been finished about an hour ago,
and sesshoumaru finding it to his liking. Now the weaver was fitting it to Amaya, fixing her a
kimono that felt like water against her skin, smooth and flowing. Her sleeves were long and
flowing, like sesshoumaru's. The pattern's upon the white fabric consisted of pale blues and
shimmering silvers, dancing to form delicate flowers. As the weaver fixed a blue ribbon around
her waist, with white and silver for the s of the flowers, Amaya felt extremely odd. This, to
be truthful, was the first time she had ever worn such fine clothes. Never going through the
troubles before, and never given such finery at her father's home. She gazed down at the kimono
as the weaver made some finishing touches, and she felt like smiling, she could get used to this
kind of clothing. After Arania finished, she tapped Amaya on her shoulder, coaxing her back
outside of her hut. Sesshoumaru was standing some distance away, watching rin and azize play
in a patch of flowers. He must have heard them, cause he turned slowly. Amaya swore that his
jaw would have dropped if he wasn't all pride. But she did catch his eyes widening. Her hair, in
the last hour, had regrown to it's full length, if not to it's former density (or thickness for those
who think that's a wrong word to use). Her ivory skin was shining softly, and the new kimono
glistened in the night time light. She stood out almost as much as sesshoumaru did, a white
ghost against a black canvas. Sesshoumaru gulp softly, maybe traveling with a demoness wasn't
the smartest thing to do. He watched as Amaya walked past him, moving away to check on her
wolf companion. His eyes trailed down her frame a couple times before he looked away, with
yet an other gulp.
They stayed the night near Arania's hut. Sesshoumaru occasionally watching Amaya out
of the corner of his eye. And Amaya occasionally watching sesshoumaru as well. Curious as to
why he found her so fascinating this night, totally oblivious to how beautiful she looked in her
new kimono.(can you say dense.................I knew ya could )
Raven: there ya go. Anyways......if it seems a bit off. tell me. I rewrote parts of it in a matter of a
half hour. And I might of missed deleting things that go back to the parts I deleted.
Y.R. : but other than that..............Please leave a contribution in the little review box
by: Raven110
Yami raven: Raven just realized that she made Fluffy say Please in the last chappy
Raven: Dear Lord, Fluffy Said PLEASE. That is SO Scary. But hey. It's a funny moment
Amaya: YES it is. Now what will my new kimono look like. And how soon will I get it
blushing beet red
Yami Raven: Some one doesn't like being with out a top.............technically.
Raven: as soon as some one says the disclaimer
Amaya: sighs fine....raven does NOT own inuyasha. Not no way. Not no how.
Raven.: well that will have to do. On with the long awaited chapter 6.
(Also. The title is just something refering to Amaya's kimono....okies)
As sesshoumaru, Amaya and the rest of the motley crew walked down a semi-warn path
in the forest, Amaya took the time to notice how warm it was. Oh sure, it was early morning, not
yet past 7-o-clock, but getting close to it. Rin was well awake. Having awoken during the
beginnings of the battle the night prior. Sitting up top ah-un looking around curiously, for kata.
Sesshoumaru occasionally looked at her out of the corner of his eye, knowing it was a futile
search, kata would never return. Oh sure, it had crossed his mind, to use tensaiga, but she was
Amaya's problem, and one she was willing to leave behind, it seemed. Amaya, was healing, and
though he would have used tensaiga on her, she would not have let him. Sesshoumaru's thoughts
trailed to the mystery of the white wolf demoness walking slightly behind him. She was listless,
holding his shirt tightly around her body. He would have to delay them further to give her time
to actually rest. He gave her a once over, noting the shirt partially open in the front, due to the
weird hold she had on it, causing a dipping v-neck to happen. He quickly looked away from that,
and glanced at her hair, it was growing back at an amazing speed. The white tresses no flowing
down below her shoulder blades. One slim arm was riddled with burns, and she moved with
pained steps.
That was an other thing, sesshoumaru realized. Had she actually tried to protect him from
that bloody tiger demon. Sesshoumaru continued to regard her curiously, until her head rose to
meet his gaze. A singed ear flicked back, while a more tattered ear merely flicked. He diverted
his gaze from her and turned it upon the trail. It would take them all day to get to the weaver's, if
they did not stop. But sesshoumaru knew that Amaya would need a rest period, to recover from
the many burns and wounds she had sustained. He heard rin call to Amaya, and Amaya's nearly
silent steps move back to where rin rode upon ah-un. Sesshoumaru glanced out of the corner of
his eye, and saw ah-un pausing, letting Amaya slip upon his back (sorry, I KNOW I put she
before), and rin climbing into her lap. Amaya had an annoyed look on her face, but seemed to
relax to the point of toleration. Sesshoumaru felt a tinge of jealously, until now, rin would only
sit next to him, or on certain occasions in his lap. Now she was settling into Amaya's lap like a
child would their mother. Sesshoumaru diverted his gaze again, grumbling to himself. The sound
out pattering paws on the ground signaled azize coming to bound in front of him. Azize slowed
and walked beside him. After a moment, azize glanced up at sesshoumaru, before saying softly.
"If your curious. Ask Amaya for answers. But not now. She's tired, and that makes her
irritable."
With that the white wolf turned and bounded off into the forest, presumably after some
sort of prey. Sesshoumaru glanced after the wolf. Truth be told, he was curious about Amaya.
She was a mystery and a half. Her cold demeanor almost put HIS to shame. She seemed
carefully molded to be the demoness she was. He glanced at her, and saw her 'dozing' upon ah-
un's back. He noted she had let the hold on her shirt go slack some, most defiantly
unintentionally. For now, it had slipped open a bit more, revealing ivory skin, and after a
moment, he realized he would have to request new under things for her as well. It took
sesshoumaru several minuets to realize he was staring at her chest, and looked away, but watched
enough to see rin suddenly sit up, and straighten the shirt, so that it stayed closed. Mentally, he
thanked rin 100 times over.
Sesshoumaru looked around the soft meadowy area they had arrived at, there was a brook
near by. And azize would help her catch some fish, knowing that mental case wolf. So he glanced
back at rin, who was still sitting upon ah-un, in Amaya's lap. Rin was awake, braiding a long
lock of Amaya's white hair. Said demoness was asleep, how she could sleep sitting up like that
alluded sesshoumaru, he had NO idea. But there was shade for him to sit under, and rin could
get food. So he spoke up.
"Rin."
Rin looked up at him.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama."
"We're stopping for a bit, go find something to eat."
Rin nodded, with a smile, and slipped off ah-un's back. The two headed dragon moved slowly to
a heavily shaded area, and lied down very carefully, not disturbing the sleeping passenger he still
carried. Sesshoumaru shook his head. Azize bounded after rin, yipping happily as she bounded
into the water. Rin's laughter and azize's ecstatic yip were pushed to the back of sesshoumaru's
mind. He walked up to ah-un, and moved to lift Amaya from his back. But he found himself
hesitant to move her. Her body was still on the mend, and he could reopen the wounds. He
grumbled to himself, and proceeded to pick Amaya up, with the gentleness of holding a baby,
and placed her on a soft spot in the grass near Ahun. He stood up straight and made to leave,
when he stopped dead in his tracks. Amaya's soft white ears, which had been lying back as she
slept, were not pricked forward, towards him. Weather she had felt herself being moved, or heard
something of interest, sesshoumaru had a bad feeling she KNEW he had picked her up. Though
she did not wake, her ears remained trained on him, listening to him. He eyed Amaya a moment,
before his short conversation with azize ran through his head. He had questions, and he could
get answers, when ever he wanted, just by asking. Sesshoumaru pondered over this for several
moments, when Amaya moved, and looked up at him, with a steely glare, as if asking why the
heck he was annoying her with his presence. He returned her glare with a stead fast emotionless
look, and after a moment, the two broke the gaze. Like always, at the same time, never once,
when a trial of wills erupted between them, did one look away, and not the other. Both were to
evenly matched to degrade themselves to such a thing. So, instead, they resigned to a truce, an
shared admittance of power. Sesshoumaru walked over and sat down upon Ahun's back. Her
eyes were unnerving, never blinking, just watching him coldly. sesshoumaru got up and moved to
the other side of the clearing, aware of Amaya's gaze on his back. Sesshoumaru turned to look at
her, only to find her gaze upon azize now, watching the wolf play. She had switched to totally
ignoring him.
many hours later, sesshoumaru and his companions were walking again. They had been
for a couple hours now. Amaya was walking now, seeming more alert, and aware of her
surroundings. She didn't look at sesshoumaru, nor ask any more questions, she was silent. That
was okay with sesshoumaru, for he preferred silence. Even rin was quiet, happily sitting upon
Ahun's back. Azize was off in the forest, never more than 300 feet away, but even she was quiet.
It was sort of eyrie. The sun was setting slowly upon the horizon, but sesshoumaru had no
intention of stopping. A messenger from the Weaver-Spider, had crossed their paths shortly after
their rest period, and informed sesshoumaru that the weaver was running disastrously behind that
day, and she would have the dye done for the fabric shortly after night fall. So sesshoumaru kept
them moving, it wasn't much farther anyways.
Everything was so quiet that sesshoumaru lapsed into an old past time of his. He listened,
not to just his surroundings, but his companions. This was how he learned to identify them, how
he learned to tell when something was amiss. Azize was moving at a steady, powerful stride, a
stead patpatpat was how he identified her movements, along with the stead pantpantpant,
which was her breathing. Azize smelled of fish, she must have caught some recently. She was
walking beside Ahun. Ahun had a blatant dragon scent to him, and walked with a steady
thudthudthudthud. Rin was on ahun's back. Humming to herself in her soft voice, and
looking at the sky, she sounded sleepy, and she smelt distinctly like wild flowers, spice and
human smells. Jakken was leading Ahun, walking with out complaint, and was only a patpat to
the sense of hearing, and was only a toad demon in scent, nothing special. Amaya was the last
one he switched his attention to. Her footsteps were to light to hear, though he strained hard to
hear them. The main thing he could pick up, was his shirt ruffling every so often, her long hair,
now down to her waist, sighing in the wind and the skirt of her kimono fluttering every so often.
It was her scent that intrigued him. It was a soft blend of cold winter nights, and mountains,
which he bet was her mother's scent, then of bloodshed and death, that was defiantly kitaro's
scent, that was very weak on her, very very weak. the last bit had to be her own scent, the scent
that made her her, it was of forests, flowers freedom, and the wolf furry scent of her kind then the
demon scents that were basic to all breeds of demon. Though reluctant to admit it, sesshoumaru
liked Amaya's scent. It was such a sharp contrast to what he had to deal with from day to day. It
was soft and sweet, not to strong, and it didn't hold a disgusting flavor to it. Then again, there
was just something about Amaya that kept drawing sesshoumaru's thoughts back to her, even
though he could not pin point it.
After some time. The weavers hut loomed over head. Sesshoumaru sensed Amaya
pausing to give it a once over. He heard her softly command azize to sit, and stay sat.
sesshoumaru mentally thought about this action, then turned to rin.
"Stay out here. With the wolf."
Rin looked a little put out. She liked talking to the large demon spider. The lady demon spider
was very friendly with rin, and kept her mouth shut about sesshoumaru traveling with human.
Sesshoumaru gave the weaver credit for brains. The weaver, known as arania (SEE
CREATIVITY!! Yami raven looks at her oddly), was well known for her fabric, mostly due to
the spells and enchantments she could weave into the fabric. Shielding against stains, dirtying,
fading and most other common, problems humans had could be prevented with her silken
weaves. Sesshoumaru glanced at Amaya, then strode forward.
"Come."
He could almost see Amaya glowering at him. Though he heard her following him quietly. The
entered the hut, and paused, waiting.
"AH! Lord sesshoumaru, so good to see you," a voice called.
"I trust you have the fabric ready Arania," sesshoumaru replied.
"Yes of coarse, who's the young lady with you."
The spider demon moved to get a good look at Amaya. Amaya growled at her, her fuzzy ears
flying back in indigence.
"And do pardon me. She is not as young as I first took her for."
Amaya relaxed and nodded to the spider. She could allow a slight mix up. She had to admit, she
did look younger than she was. Arania and sesshoumaru spoke quietly for several minuets before
arania turned towards Amaya.
"Follow me dear."
She tapped Amaya on her shoulder blade with one of her long, prickly legs. Amaya flicked her
ears back, but walked away with the spider, she didn't like the feel of that hair. It then occurred
to Amaya that she was being a little to irritable, and softly chastised herself for it. She realized
she was just not used to the attention, so instead of fighting it, chose to go along with it.
The spider proved to be a rapid worker, the dye having been finished about an hour ago,
and sesshoumaru finding it to his liking. Now the weaver was fitting it to Amaya, fixing her a
kimono that felt like water against her skin, smooth and flowing. Her sleeves were long and
flowing, like sesshoumaru's. The pattern's upon the white fabric consisted of pale blues and
shimmering silvers, dancing to form delicate flowers. As the weaver fixed a blue ribbon around
her waist, with white and silver for the s of the flowers, Amaya felt extremely odd. This, to
be truthful, was the first time she had ever worn such fine clothes. Never going through the
troubles before, and never given such finery at her father's home. She gazed down at the kimono
as the weaver made some finishing touches, and she felt like smiling, she could get used to this
kind of clothing. After Arania finished, she tapped Amaya on her shoulder, coaxing her back
outside of her hut. Sesshoumaru was standing some distance away, watching rin and azize play
in a patch of flowers. He must have heard them, cause he turned slowly. Amaya swore that his
jaw would have dropped if he wasn't all pride. But she did catch his eyes widening. Her hair, in
the last hour, had regrown to it's full length, if not to it's former density (or thickness for those
who think that's a wrong word to use). Her ivory skin was shining softly, and the new kimono
glistened in the night time light. She stood out almost as much as sesshoumaru did, a white
ghost against a black canvas. Sesshoumaru gulp softly, maybe traveling with a demoness wasn't
the smartest thing to do. He watched as Amaya walked past him, moving away to check on her
wolf companion. His eyes trailed down her frame a couple times before he looked away, with
yet an other gulp.
They stayed the night near Arania's hut. Sesshoumaru occasionally watching Amaya out
of the corner of his eye. And Amaya occasionally watching sesshoumaru as well. Curious as to
why he found her so fascinating this night, totally oblivious to how beautiful she looked in her
new kimono.(can you say dense.................I knew ya could )
Raven: there ya go. Anyways......if it seems a bit off. tell me. I rewrote parts of it in a matter of a
half hour. And I might of missed deleting things that go back to the parts I deleted.
Y.R. : but other than that..............Please leave a contribution in the little review box
