Mentor Demented
A/N: Yay! Death Threats! I feel so loved. And I also love 'Courage, the Cowardly Dog' and 'The Grim tales of Billy and Mandy', though I do miss 'Grim and Evil' (same thing, but different in so many ways). I don't know why, but I've been so addicted to TV lately even my mother has to pry me away from the screen, though my main reasons for watching are the music and ideas.
Disclaimer: Dang, man. I will never own anything associated with 'Gravitation' in my entire life, so let's talk about what I do own. Well, I own the plot, and the title, and the mood, and the Porsche (though my mother won't let me drive it) 170m/ph baby, yeah! I mean, ehem. I got a little carried away. Anyhoo, not mine, so don't sue. And leave my Porsche out of it!
Creepy announcer: Abandoned as a teen, he was found by. . . Ryuichi! Who lives in the middle of Tokyo with his brother-in-law, Yuki the Author grr But disturbing stuff happens in Tokyo and it's up to Shuichi to save his new home!
Yuki: Stupid brat; you make me look bad! (gets creepy mask) Booga-boogabooga!
Shuichi: AAAH!!
I'm feeling much better! And I thank you guys so much for reviewing! I love you all! Phwee! (There's a lot of love in this room; can you tell?)
Explanatories!
Bold-Shuichi's thoughts
Italics/bold-Creepy voice in Shuichi's head thoughts, or speech. However you wish to name it. But he's not crazy!
2nd Night- Our House (in the middle of Nowhere)
"Crap!" Yuki slammed his fist against the dashboard of his Porsche, trying to remember what time this Shindou lad was to arrive at his house. He had shoved the picture into his wallet, but not thinking it possible to forget what he would look like. Something about that face seemed so familiar, this strange feeling in the back of his head wanting to protect the owner of that face. But the recognition never came.
'How many pink-haired boys did you see these days?' he asked himself sarcastically, paying no heed to some numerous red lights he ran through, though people were muttering and calling after him. Something along the lines of "Darn Yahoos!" "Bozo!" and "Freaking boob of society."
Yuki turned at the next light, much to the relief of some school children on their bikes, having some difficulty keeping the contraption under control. He pushed a green button near the clock in his car, automatically signaling the iron gate that surrounded the property to open without him having to stop and do it manually.
The manor was quite magnificent, a combination of granite and marble. It was fashioned tall, narrow, and elegant in every way, even complete with little turrets around back, resembling a small castle combined with modern taste. There was even a pool and a hot spring concealed in the largest garden. In short, this would be a paradise for vacation and a dream-come-true to live here. Only Yuki rarely did take time for the little fineries in the vicinity.
The red of the evening sun reflecting off the marble pillars reminded him he hadn't fed in a while and it was causing his stomach to rumble. And reminding him of his soon-to-be housemate. Housemate; Yuki hated the feeling of that word on his tongue. It made him feel like. . . he wouldn't be living alone anymore and was just parading that very fact. Locking the car, still with that same realization, he also noticed he had forgotten to ask what the boy's name was.
"Double Crap!"
"You know who I'm going to be staying with?!"
Hiro was still standing outside, waiting for Shuichi to finally decide to shut his yap and get into the car so they could leave and be on their way. "Sure I do", he said, raising his left brow. "I'll tell you all about him, if we could just please be on our way now."
Shuichi felt like a man on the edge. . . about to lose any kind of understanding about the justice in the world. "How do you know?" he asked miserably, confused as to why his best friend should know something concealed from him, the person who was actually affected by anything and everything of this.
Hiro sneezed as if to respond, Shuichi jumping back and immediately looking for a tissue. "Uh, here you go," Shuichi said warily, thinking he had been around Ryuichi too long and was turning into a hygiene-freak.
He looked up, taking the tissue and nodding his thanks. "Anyway," he mumbled after having properly cleaned out any remaining snot, "as you can see I'm really not doing too well. So, do you think we could be going now, or is there something else you need?"
Shuichi looked towards the brazen sun changing into its tinted shade of flaming orange before it seemed as if it were bleeding. "I need to go write something really quick, alright? Then I'll be out in a jiffy." He allowed himself to slide in his socks on the wooden floor along the hall and into the kitchen, tearing off a piece of paper from the counter and scribbled a quick note, doing his best to print it as smooth as possible.
Hey Ryu-kun!
Sorry I didn't wake you.
There's some breakfast in the foil on the counter.
Thanks again,
Peace!
Shuichi
Satisfied that it was legible, he halted only once by the front door, taking one last look at what used to be his home. 'Please don't crumble', he begged the house silently, 'please don't crumble, or be burnt down, or demolished, or-'
"Shuichi, are you coming or what? Step your lazy bum up a notch!" Hiro was having a serious sneezing fit, not enjoying himself at having to stand out there so long while the night-time shadows were starting to grow.
Shuichi groaned as he lifted the heavy bag, shifting it from his shoulder to hand him, taking of the guitar-case to lie across the backseat at the same time. "Ryuichi's still dr-sleeping, so I left him a message and told him I'd call when I arrived." He suddenly recalled how they had started a game of strip poker, having to fight to keep his boxers on as Ryuichi tugged continuously, both of them having fallen into heaps of laughter.
"Why the scary grin?" Hiro asked, closing the trunk and going around on the driver's side. "You were just choking me moments before. Or are you laughing at my near-death experience?"
Shuichi shook his head as he closed the door to the passenger side, looking for the seat belt that seemed not to exist, finally finding he had sat down upon it. "Weird memories I wish to forget", he admitted, then burst out laughing as they drove off, Hiro raising an eyebrow at him as if he'd lost it.
"Did Ryuichi look too far down the Sake or beer bottle?" he asked, a grin slowly spreading across his face as well. He was unfortunate enough to have accepted an invitation for a Friday get-together once as well, before his current relationship.
Shuichi stared at him, wondering how he'd known, but answered him instead. "A little of both."
"Ah," his eyes widened, as if he now understood, "dang."
Both laughed as they drove along the road, turning on various streets.
"So, what's this manor like?" Shuichi asked, going back to the previous subject at hand.
"Big."
Shuichi gave Hiro a blank stare, "Very funny. I mean, what's this guy all about? Why am I supposed to go to him?"
"You mean you don't know?" Hiro asked surprised, turning to him with wide brown eyes.
"What do you mean 'I mean I don't know'?" Shuichi asked, absolutely confused. Was he supposed to know something? He also silently prayed that they wouldn't hit anything.
"I thought you already knew!"
"What was I supposed to know already?" 'Ah, look out for that granny!' he thought fervently, his own eyes going wide with panic.
"Why don't you know?"
"I don't know!" 'No! Watch for the puppy!'
"You're supposed to know!"
"What do I not know?!" 'The mailman!'
"You should know!"
"How should I know what I'm supposed to know, if I don't even know what there is to know about knowing what I should already know?!" it felt like he had just spoken a tongue-twister, only he himself became more confused once he finished his sentence.
Hiro stared at him a little longer, blinked a few times, then shrugged. "I don't know."
"WHAT?!" Shuichi hated it when Hiro always played these mind-games with him.
"We're here; good grief, must you always yell?" Hiro held his left ear, acting like he was in pain.
Stepping out into the evening sun, Shuichi silently thanked them for not having hit anything, but he had a sense of foreboding growing restlessly inside him. Something about this place was eerie. Besides the fact it was in the style of an old castle, with real stone turrets on either side, he felt like he was standing in the middle of the most active graveyard. Active?
"Well, Shu-kun," Hiro said, coming back from standing his bag next to the column by the door, "it's Saturday and that means poker for me." He raked his hand through his dark hair, making it seem unruly though tied together, "I should warn you about a couple of things, though", he said thoughtfully, "so pay attention if you like being here."
"But I don't like being here", Shuichi said in a trembling voice, "I would rather go with you to poker. This place gives me the creeps."
"No, I mean about living in general, when I am here and when I'm not." He looked around, as if to see if anyone was spying. "I should make you write this down, but it's getting late, so pay attention." He made sure he had Shuichi's full attention before continuing his warning, "lock all your doors and windows at night, no matter what your guardian says or what you hear, got that? Good," he left no room for comments, pressing forward, "go to the church tomorrow after sunrise and ask for a bottle of holy water. Don't ask what for, just do it. Next, once I leave, go to the first garden on the right and pick some cloves of garlic. Or else get them out of the vase standing on the bench, but make sure to eat a piece every night before you go to bed."
Hiro glanced at his watch, his expression becoming anxious. "I'm not here Saturdays or Wednesdays or when there's a full moon about, and I'm afraid you can't come with me, but you've got to keep your holy water with you at all times and don't forget the garlic. Oh, and take this," he pulled out his rosary made of olivewood, immediately hanging it around Shuichi's neck. "Keep that under your shirt, out of sight, and always wear it, alright?"
Shuichi had managed five nods through everything he said, his mind slowly developing a headache at the struggle of remembering all he had been told. 'Curse my goldfish memory', he swore. "But Hiro, why-?"
"Can't talk to you about it now, maybe later, but anyway. Just so you don't feel bad, I'm courageous, but around here I'm chicken-shit. " Hiro ruffled Shuichi's rose-colored mop of hair and moved to get back into his car, both of them still sharing their momentary laughter.
"And another thing," Hiro called out from the window he rolled down as he started backing up, "whatever you do, do not say his name! Don't ever say it!"
Shuichi nodded again, his head feeling like it would fall off if he continued to bob it any longer.
Watching the car retreat, he looked around at his new home for mercy knew how long. 'Garlic, holy water, don't say his name; I've got to remember that'. Sighing, he strapped his guitar case across his back, leaving the bag behind and looking for the garden and the vase.
But through it all, a sense of excitement slowly filled him; maybe this is the place he should have been all along. He did mourn his parents' death, but he didn't feel deeply saddened if not somewhat relieved that he wouldn't have to study over the summer. Yes, Shuichi actually compared his parents' unexpected demise to the unpleasant nuisance of studying for school. If they were dead, then who really would care what kind of grades he got?
Grinning from ear to ear now and feeling relatively better, he secretly hoped that his new guardian liked music just as much as Hiro did. After all, together they formed 'Bad Luck'.
He tightened the strings from his hood to be tied underneath his chin, helping contain what little internal heat remained from sitting in the car. Looking over his shoulder one last time to where Hiro drove off, he made his way around back, wondering if it's possible to develop an allergy towards garlic.
Yuki was still seething by the time he reached the door, ignoring the strange bag leaning against the marble column, trying to figure out why it had to be him they chose? It couldn't be because he was rich, they had money as well; definitely not because of his intellect, for he had learned his sarcastic ways from Mrs. Shindou.
Maybe his looks? He grimaced at the vanity, for even the author's descriptions barely did him justice, 'blonde, handsome, twenty-three. . .twenty-three?!' Yuki froze as the door opened, a resonant 'crash' echoing from one of the gardens. 'Robbers?' But Hiro, the young caretaker would have noticed if any strangers were lurking about the house.
Then he remembered today was Saturday, and that was his day for poker.
"Damn this crap!" This could not be happening.
Grabbing a wooden bat, which was used for god only knows what, from inside the umbrella stand next to the coat racks, he left the door standing open as he slunk around to look in the little secluded tree garden he used to sleep in. Lucky it was already evening, or the sun would be hell on his sensitive skin.
A hooded form with a case strapped to its back was kneeling over the remains of the porcelain vase he had given Hiro to throw out, constantly muttering to itself. Wait, why was the vase still here?
"Oh dear, oh no, oh jeez," Shuichi was fervently repeating any kind of plea that he could think of, wishing this to be an illusion. Having freaked out once he saw a spider scuttle by, he dropped the vase, which had contained the garlic Hiro labored to gather for hours. 'I'm gone, I'm dead, I'm doomed, I'm screwed. . .' He mentally already saw the light at the end of the tunnel, wishing time would speed up so Hiro wouldn't find out about what he had done. 'Damn it! Stupid light; quit taunting me!' The light he saw on the bench where the vase had stood was actually the reflection of the sun off his watch, but he was too paranoid to notice that.
Shuichi looked over the shards, picking up the unopened clovers and stuffing them into his pockets, trying to be careful about not cutting himself. The last thing he needed right now was another injury.
The smell of garlic was thick in the air, Yuki having to continuously swallow so as not to heave his insides out. The odor was nauseating, his consciousness wavering as he silently glided closer and raised the bat above his head. 'Say your prayers,' he smiled, his incisors already lengthening for the tips to protrude from under his lip. Reaching out to turn the person around, he was startled to see wide cerise eyes stare back at him.
Precious moments passed as they gazed at each other, the darkness already creeping through the bushes, soon consuming the entire back of the house. Shuichi found it harder to breathe as the air chilled around him, having not expected anyone to be around. Fear clenched around his heart as he looked up into the dark Prussian glare of the stranger, the platinum of his hair seeming intensified in the shadows, his wooden bat held high.
Yuki blinked a few times before he attempted to speak, his voice seeming to have vanished with the unexpected appearance of a certain someone. "You . . . are you," he mentally chastised himself for sounding like a complete buffoon, lowering the bat some. But there was something about the boy that made Yuki feel. . . different. Regretfully, Yuki had no time to try and rephrase his sentence.
"Madonna!" Shuichi's eyes went wide and pointed past Yuki, luckily catching the stranger off guard as he turned around. "You homicidal bastard of a thief! Take this!" Shuichi had grabbed his guitar case off his back and swung it with all his might against the person's stomach, praying that the cords wouldn't get seriously damaged.
Screw damage, Hiro would just owe him a new one. It was his fault that he was here all alone in the first place anyway, wasn't it?
Yuki doubled over with the sudden impact, having not expected this young person to attack him, dropping the bat on the ground to hold his throbbing stomach. It seemed that the closer he was to him, the stronger the scent of garlic was. 'Great', he thought, trying to hold on to dear vigilance and consciousness as he landed in the grass, 'I'm going to be living with a walking clover of garlic.' To his survival's luck, though, Yuki's stomach decided it wanted to see the outside world as if on queue.
Shuichi paled as the stranger attempted to retch his insides onto the ground. 'Oh, sweet mother of mercy what have I done?' "Mister? Oh jeez, mister, are you alright?" he knelt down next to him, setting his guitar down near the shards and rubbing his hand on his back in a soothing motion.
It seemed that Yuki's fortune was slowly turning, for the young lad had pulled off the garlic-scent infested coat and laid it down with his other belonging, though that didn't quite kill off the odor yet. The boy was concerned for him, immensely in fact. Yuki could feel the unease stir inside the child's soul, making his heart beat faster, speeding the flow of blood. He could almost taste the sweet youth on his tongue, his gut finally choosing to stay inside his being and wait for that delicious warmth to fill him.
"Blood," he let slip through his pale lips, only spit having come up.
"Excuse me?" Shuichi didn't know what to think anymore. Why holy water, garlic, and a rosary to live in a house? He wasn't even catholic! And now creepy and mysterious pretty-boys stalking the place? Not really a positive sign saying Welcome to our home, Shuichi!
"I need b-" Yuki cut himself off, didn't dare say 'blood' in case of scaring the adolescent away. He tried to clear his head and looked up at the child, his eyes full of innocence and warmth. A tempting flame flickering behind the carmine irises gazing at him warily. "I need booze."
The fire in Shuichi's eyes that reflected his vivid spirit seemed to warm Yuki immensely, allowing the evening shadows to completely consume him. It didn't matter.
There would be a light to guide him through.
Something was burning.
It was a distant scent, yet Yuki could clearly smell something burning.
"No! Damn it! What happened to the wine? Where's the wine?" A shrill voice seemed to be rampaging through the kitchen, throwing open every cabinet door it touched.
Though he had a slight headache, Yuki disregarded it and shifted his weight to sit up, his mind still spinning.
He sighed, closing his eyes again to take in his surroundings. He was inside his house, in the living room, on the couch. Good, he got that much registered. Now he could turn his full attention at the walking chaos that had invaded his private home.
"Agh! The light! Where's the light?! What's this? Ooh, a lighter. Oh no. . ."
'Oh, my head' Yuki grimaced, hoping that whatever preternatural strength he had wouldn't fail him now as he groggily made his way to the kitchen, not needing the disturbing glare of electricity rain down upon his humble darkness. Yet somehow, someone, or something rather, had found their way to the kitchen and had attempted to cook something, which has obviously been turned into a serious blunder.
"Water! Ah, here we go." A precious silence followed the last comment and Yuki sighed in content. Maybe he could spare this insolent- "No! Not the towels, not the-oops."
That's it. He was going to skewer the head of the thing that continued to disquiet the place. Yuki had made up his mind then and there that the streets would be running with a certain someone's blood. Tonight.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled, having successfully made it to the kitchen without collapsing, his golden eyes taking in the damage that had been caused so far. Luckily it was nothing too serious. Cabinet door blackened slightly, which could be painted over; the smell of burnt food resided there, and that could be removed with air-freshener. The only permanent damages were some burnt kitchen towels he had been meaning to throw away long ago and some oven mitts that would never be the same again.
Amazing how a few shouts in the dark can magnify the situation into something too chaotic.
"Eep." Shuichi slowly turned around, his cheeks tingeing a pale scarlet, though he wouldn't have known in this darkness. "You must be the owner of this house?" he asked, his voice trembling with the effort of making it sound natural. He laughed nervously, his whole being shaking as if afraid to be struck.
Yuki nodded slowly, the moonlight enhancing his sight as it filtered into the kitchen through giant windows. His eyes never left the shape of the boy who was tense with anxiety. He took a deep breath and counted to ten, wondering if he should have continued on till twenty. "And you are-?"
Shuichi let out another nervous laugh; his voice rising an octave as he unsuccessfully tried to mask his panic. "Well, um, I'm the Shindou's kid."
Smart choice of words.
Thank you. Wait, what the-
"The Shindou's kid?" he asked skeptically, grasping a memory that he had been trying to reach all afternoon.
"And you're my new guardian?" Shuichi looked at him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wondering if he would chase him down with a kitchen-knife like Maiko. That was one reason why he avoided cooking as often as possible; it used to be hazardous to his health. Turning to look at the stove, he guessed it still was. "Um, sorry about earlier. I didn't know until, well, yeah."
Yuki only nodded again, the throbbing slightly increasing, his need to feed growing, seeing the open vulnerability of this boy exposed to him completely and at his mercy. But he was too irked to try and bother with him. "It's late", he said, looking out the window and at the new moon creeping into the skies among many stars, positioning to be above all just as the sun is during the day. He estimated it to be something around eleven. "I'll show you to your room, then you can go to sleep."
Shuichi attempted a smile, managing a grimace that really didn't suit him, Yuki noted. Why he noticed these little things he truly didn't know and why he cared was an even greater mystery to him. 'Maybe I should get out my bubble-wrap again', he thought, walking through the corridor as he decided which room to give this brat. 'No, bubble-wrap is too cheap. I need some honest, serious therapy. But that means I have to go during the day and pay them; damn, that sucks.'
"Snake!"
"What?" Yuki turned around to stare at the boy that had miraculously managed to huddle under the little table in the hallway where on top a vase rested. "What is your problem?" he asked, exasperation clear in his tone.
"Snake!" Shuichi wailed in response, pointing to a slithering shadow on the opposite side.
Yuki sighed in resignation, pleading for patience with this boy. He took two lengthy strides over to where Shuichi was pointing, only to pick up a discarded old tie that was sewn with some shimmering thread and truly was oddly shaped. "Yes," he said, his eyebrows raised as he looked pointedly at the strip of material, "a snake. Very scary." He rolled his eyes and laid it next to the vase, turning to continue the walk up the stairs.
Shuichi gaped at it, could have sworn to himself it had been moving and if not that much then at least hissing at him. He reddened in embarrassment, slinking from underneath the table himself so as not to disturb the vase. "Sorry", he mumbled, looking down at the dark floor as he continued to follow his mentor.
Why aren't there any lights here?
Funny you should ask. I've been wondering the same thing.
Shuichi bit back a shriek, not wanting to upset the blonde anymore. 'Not again', he thought miserably, 'am I losing my sanity?'
The problem is, is that you never had anything to lose in the first place.
Who are you?
A curious stranger in the back of your mind, that's all. Consider me a harmless parasite that will help advise you during your stay here.
"What?!" Shuichi accidentally asked the question out loud, clapping his hands to his mouth and looking at the man ahead of him.
Yuki stopped, took a deep breath, wondering if patience was all he should be begging for as he turned around for the second time. 'Maybe I should make him stay in the dungeons' the thought bitterly, wishing his room was closer and not on the second floor. 'Or maybe in one of the towers; Nah, that won't work. Hiro walks by there too many times and would eventually notice if this boy continues to scream the way he does now.'
Before he could say anything, Shuichi immediately shook his head, talking before he could give him a chance. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! I was, um, talking to, uh, my invisible friend!"
Nice one.
'His what?' "Aha," Yuki said, nodding his head slowly as his eyebrows disappeared under his bangs. 'Not only is he talkative and highly imaginative, he just had to be deranged as well. Heaven's to Betsy, doesn't he have any friends? No, better yet, WHY ME?'
"Aren't you," he coughed delicately, "a little old for," he cleared his throat, trying to choose his words carefully, "one of those?"
Shuichi's mind had to work faster than it normally would; lying was not his strongpoint. "Uh, yeah I am," he laughed nervously. "I told him the same thing, but, um, he just wouldn't listen. See?"
Yuki kept his gaze steady for another minute, then immediately turned and hurried forward.
"Hey, hey wait a minute! Hey! Wait for me!" Shuichi hadn't expected him to walk off like that without warning, catching him completely off guard. "Hey! Wait up!"
The corners of Yuki's mouth had threatening to rise into a smile, which would ruin his 'so evil- can't touch this' reputation. This was so strange, so. . . weird. Of course, there was barely anything normal about himself, but still. Since when did his heart feel elated by such little dispositions? This wasn't right; he shouldn't feel this way- he shouldn't feel anything at all as a matter of fact!
What was that about?
Who are you? Shuichi had to take the stairs at a slower step, not wanting to fall upwards and make his guardian think him a complete incompetent pest.
You already asked me that once, as I recall.
Fine, how do you know I'm here?
You know, I sort of overheard everything that you've all been talking about. Duh.
Shuichi sighed, restating his question yet again. Do you know who he is?
Yes.
"Damn it! How can a voice, supposedly my voice know where I'm going if I don't know? Why does everybody else know what I'm supposed to know if I don't even know? What is wrong with me?!"
"Do you want me to make a list? Because in this short time of my having met you, I could almost write a book about what is wrong with you." Yuki had stopped in front of a large, oak door, resting his back against the wall next to it. "And this is your room, for your information."
Shuichi stared the size of the door, then looked back at him with dubious eyes. "You sure?"
'Oh, how I wish I could make him rot in the dungeons! Curse my re-awoken conscience!' Yuki nodded again in reply. "You found your way to the kitchen last time. I'll have to buy more food tomorrow." Pushing himself off the wall, he whispered when he passed, "Don't come looking for me." It's hunting time.
Shuichi turned around, wanting to ask him what that was supposed to mean, only to find himself alone in the corridor. He sighed, wondering why he expected anything else. Turning the knob of the door, it opened in an eerie creak that sounded endless, slow, and groaning. A shiver ran through his small frame as he allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Stepping into the room he barely made out the shape of the bed, a king-size probably from looking at how big the sheets looked. He was sure that a closet was on the opposite side of the wall, or else a really large mirror. He looked at his wristwatch, stunned that it was already past midnight. 'Oh well', he thought, regretting not having brought up his pajamas, but not wanting to sleep in his clothes either. Only pulling of his sweatshirt and jeans, Shuichi settled under the chilled covers in his boxers and T-shirt, inhaling sharply at how cold the sheets were to the touch.
Laying his head against the pillow, he allowed the darkness, the silence to settle around him and accompany him to sleep.
At the beginning of a dream he was running, forever running through the woods, piercing golden eyes chasing him. Finally caught up they captivated him, seduced him, promised him things unheard of. Gently running their tongue over his neck, kissing the soft skin, they dug their teeth in deep and fast, drinking all of him until he is but a shadow of himself.
And as soon as the moan escaped his lips, a real scream was heard from within these castle walls.
And Shuichi is no longer dreaming.
A/N: I guess I'm parading too much what Yuki is, but since Shuichi hasn't figured it out, I'm hip! And what is it that everyone else knows that he doesn't know, you ask? It's the same thing that you now know, unless you haven't figured it out, then you're in the same boat as Shu-chan right now! .
OKAY- Quick Vote for the next chapter!
1)Should Shuichi wake up to find himself. . . somewhere, and with. . . someone
or
2)Should he still be in his room, get seriously spooked and hunt down the strange noise that leads him to Yuki, whose. . . doing something. . . that's. . . yeah, open to fantasy. But keep your heads out of the gutter, please! (evil snicker)
Until Next time! Remember, Nachos will rule the world! And call me naive, but what is it about the ear/earlobe that makes it such an aphrodisiac? Can someone please explain that to me?
C.S.
