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The Rose Prince: Chapter Eight
It was warm.
Sere gingerly opened her eyes, letting the moonbeams fall softly into her unsteady vision.
It was night.
Propping herself up lightly on her elbows, she glanced around for any signs of Endy. She found none. Sere sat up fully, taking in her surroundings; it was dark as night would have it but the moon and stars above provided sufficient light to see.
"Selene where am I?" she whispered, half frightened and half curious, wondering if her goddess could hear her prayers even in this new place...at least she was unhurt.
Endy...
Thoughtlessly she sprang to her feet, ignoring the protesting and creaking in her sore limbs, and began to run without direction in worried haste.
"Endy!" she called, cupping her mouth with both of her hands as she ran through what seemed to be a forest, open above but thickly provided for in greenery.
"Endy!" she cried frantically; was he harmed? Would she make it to him in time if he was? What in Selene's name could she do even if she did find him? Her best friend just returned to her after nine years; she couldn't lose him again.
There was no replacement.
Only Endy...
"Endy!" her voice rang in sorrowful sweetness through the strange land she was in... unfortunately Sere did not heed any of her past lessons, discarding the fact that even if Endymion did not hear her...someone else might.
And someone else did.
Sere's hair had come down some time ago, now in disheveled waves of pearl white and as she glanced from side to side in her harried state, she did not notice the shadow creeping up on her in practiced stealth.
It took one second for her to feel its presence.
It took shorter a time for the shadow to bring its hand over Sere's mouth, silencing the impending yelp of fright.
"Shh, I'll not harm you Serenity."
Sere did not know exactly how, but she was certain all the same that she knew this voice...And then as if the shadow could read her thoughts, which was not a settling thought in any case:
"Do you remember my voice Serenity?" the shadow asked, almost wistfully. Sere did her best to nod.
"So you'll not scream if I take my hand away?" the shadow also asked this. And Sere shook her head.
"Alright, I'm trusting you Serenity, there's more danger here than you know. It'll be best for both of us if you keep to that promise, ne?" and the hand left Sere's mouth and Sere spun around, not wildly but still well miffed.
Her imperially renowned eyes met those of a familiar deep garnet framed by deeply tanned skin and blackish green hair...
"Setsuna?" she whispered, briefly pondering how she had remembered that name all these years.
"Yes," she bowed and Sere gestured for her not to.
"That's unnecessary I think," Sere smiled.
"Perhaps, but I thought we might as well keep things cordial until his royal highness shows up," Setsuna scowled flippantly.
"Do you mean Endy?" Sere asked, her eyes lighting with her innocent hope so many found attractive and valuable.
"Certainly, sir Prince of the Roses himself, Endymion of this world...and yours," Setsuna offered as a half-answer before frowning.
"I was positive I pulled you two in together...and in any case he shouldn't have strayed THAT far...foolish man, even when we were children," she muttered to herself and Sere was befuddled. What was Setsuna talking about? SHE was the one who had done this? Sere was confused and felt she deserved some answers, even if she was only a tagalong of sorts.
"Um, pardon me but, why did you bring us here? He," she paused sadly, "he only just came home." Here Setsuna gave her a look of pity that Sere was not altogether certain she liked and shook her head of lengthy green hair as she stared at the misbegotten princess.
"His...fate is not done with him," Setsuna said slowly, carefully choosing her words.
"Why?" Sere asked unhappily, her mouth turning down slightly.
"It's never done, it seems," was the vague answer and Sere left it at that. Instead she ventured into other territory.
"Why does Endy speak unkindly to you?" Sere asked.
"Because he has a past with me he would rather not," Setsuna said and added, scowling, "Not like I asked for it either of course." Sere edged closer to Setsuna, like the child she was at heart.
"Would you tell me the story behind it? I know there must be one," Sere implored and Setsuna, even though she was Setsuna, was mortal to a certain extent and could deny Sere nothing.
"Certainly Serenity, but get comfortable," she advised and did so herself, situating herself on the lushly grassy ground in a loose sitting position.
"I'm ready," Sere smiled brightly.
"Alright," Setsuna could not repress the reciprocating smile.
"Does this story have a name?" Sere inquired.
"No, it is better left to the Fates, that name," Setsuna admitted and then told her story, hers and Endy's, from long, long ago:
"Endy was a broken prince when his parents were, in most senses, killed; either way, they were taken from him. A child, he did not know what to do, instead only wept for those two who had been his strongholds, his keepers, his loved ones, the two irreplacables, mother and father. Blindly, he took care of the roses, until the gardens grew as vast as they are now in your world, and as many. And he stumbled upon his magic, his inheritance, to be prince of the roses. He found he could become apart of them, encourage them, enchant, and to a certain extent, understand. Eventually though, as he realized that a very slow aging process was apart of his gift, or curse as one might call it, his mind began to warp. On his fifty-fourth year, still only the body of a boy a little younger than you, he began to feel emotions that were impure and damaging, not only to himself, but to his connection with the roses.
They began to die.
It took him nearly too late to discover this, but as he did, he put aside his personal feelings of bitterness for the man who had wronged him in so many ways. He put it aside for his love of the roses, and as a symbol of his loyalty to the remains of his beloved parents who he could never see again.
Then he met me.
I was, a black rose, and he found it strange as anyone might. All the roses in his garden, before your time anyway, were either the purest white or the most evoking crimson. Black was an ominous sign and though in his heart he was uncertain, he felt the best thing to do was something he had never done before:
Cut it.
So he did. And when he did, as the stem broke from the vines, he tells me that a black and red light resonated around it, causing him to release the flora. And that in a moment, when the light was a dull glow, he saw me, balled up in a fetus like position, sleeping.
When I opened my eyes, the first things I saw were his blue, troubled ones. Even in his worry, I saw a regal and important bearing in him though, and as I floated slowly to the ground in front of him, I had the sense to kneel.
After all, he was royalty.
Then he groaned and muttered something about awful fortune and I began to know the prince and boy as Endymion, or as you so aptly nicknamed him, Endy.
Stubborn to a fault and sometimes arrogantly certain of his actions, I never failed to point out when he was wrong. Because he was, in a sense my master, I called him that until one day he said to me:
"Look, I am forever apologetic that I released you in such a manner into a world you do not know, but one thing above all you must understand: I am not your master. You are free to do whatever you like."
After he said that, I simply called him Endymion, or Prince. Of course I could not leave him, he was becoming at that point, more and more the only family I could ever hope to have and since my aging process was as slow as his, I would only have him it seemed.
But he still resents me I think, because I am a reminder, an eternal reminder, of what he cannot escape, because as much as he loves his roses, there are times I know, when he wishes nothing more than to be an ordinary mortal.
However, I helped him on the quest that took him away from you those nine years past, and he respects me now at least, I think. We are on mutually cordial terms, even grudgingly friendly.
So, even if he doesn't show it, I know he trusts me."
Setsuna smiled and added:
"And I trust him."
Sere stared, wide-eyed at the woman beside her, obviously more near Endy's age, and suddenly with a beautiful mystique that Sere had previously mistaken for an imposing nature. To her, Setsuna was another legend come true, another impossible made possible, and companion.
"I see," Sere smiled and continued, "I'm sure deep down, you both love each other very much. Time does that for people, my friend Minako told me." Here her smile faded a bit as she was distracted by a sudden pang in her heart, already missing those she knew she was parted from for an indeterminable amount of time. This was lucky for Setsuna who had taken the mention of 'love' to blush so furiously, that it showed even on her deeply tanned skin, and she looked down, trying to cover her face with her lengthy green hair.
"Well, I'm not so certain of that Serenity, but your friend is the Princess of the kingdom of love and adoration, so I shan't argue with you," Setsuna replied suddenly, flashing her a quirky smile. Sere's smile returned when Setsuna grinned at her and was about to reply when...
"SERE!" A rather frazzled Prince Endymion came tumbling...no, hurling out of the other side of the forest edge before the clearing she and Setsuna now sat in. His hair was thoroughly tousled, his breath fast, and eyes bright...and Sere thought he was the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes upon, but this she kept to herself, hiding it even from her own senses, deep in her heart. Instead she waved to him, then changing her mind, stood and embraced him.
"I wondered when you might arrive," she smiled up at him in her always angelic fashion.
"You knew I was here?" he asked, surprised.
"No, but I knew you would come to find me," she replied simply.
"I always will," he nodded, returning her kind smile with one of his own, not fully recognizing the stirring in his own heart, ignoring it instead.
"Promise?" she grinned like a child dealing with a stuffy adult.
"I promise," he responded, slowly releasing Sere from the pleasant embrace, acknowledging that in the world they now stood in, a promise was something more than sacred.
Then turned to face Setsuna.
"What is the meaning of this Princess?" he scowled darkly, blue eyes turning darker by the second.
"Princess?" Sere exclaimed loudly, very un-princess like and then blushed duly. Setsuna looked slightly miffed, shrugged and nodded to Sere, speaking to her as she might about the daily agenda, or the weather, or anything else that was normal:
"Oh yes, did I forget? It turns out, I'm the Princess of the Roses."
"Oh," Sere replied softly. This was something unexpected...of course Endy and Setsuna were not related, but, then...well, she was born of the roses, so maybe that was the trick...Sere's head was spinning inside so she paid only half attentively to the next conversation.
"Prince, you should know by now," Setsuna returned with equal frowning and arrogance to match.
Well, if they weren't related by blood, you could definitely see the similarities rubbed off over the years...their scowls were relatively identical.
"Forgive my incompetence and indulge me. What, I repeat, is the meaning of this?" he reiterated.
"Prince Endymion of the Roses, He who stowed away his dark feelings for the man who ended and began your life, you are getting a chance to amend things," she smiled that mysterious smile of hers that Sere was beginning to wonder whether it was something to foretell light or dark.
"Amend what?" Endy asked hotly.
"The retribution you once sought, well, you can have it now," Setsuna clarified.
"How?" he questioned, his throat going a bit dry.
"All we have to do is reverse the curse. As you know, this world is not the same as Serenity's. They are connected by a bridge, much like Heaven and Hell have a bridge. The only difference is, they are meant to be one. If we find the curse, we can reverse it more than likely and the worlds will be one once more and if all goes well, you may have two parents, just as you left them," Setsuna finished in a hurry. Sere wondered if she had rehearsed that speech.
"How did you do this?" Endy finally managed to choke out, bitten between bitter pleasure at this new information and disbelieving debt he knew he would owe to Setsuna.
"I have my ways. Being Rose Princess isn't all it's cracked up to be you know, but it does have its...advantages," and she would say no more.
"Why did you pull Serenity into this?" Endy asked suddenly, his face darkening once more.
"It's okay Endy, I don't mind," Sere began but he waved his hand sharply. She quieted.
"Well, she is the Hikari no Tenshi and needed for the reverse of the curse and, well, you know," Setsuna replied, as though this explained everything. Sere sent a sharply inquisitive glance Setsuna's way. And then turned to Endy who was groaning, running his hand through his hair in a very perturbed manner. Then he turned to her, some sadness she found to her bewilderment, in his eyes, along with resignation. He glared at Setsuna and she glared right back but stepped next to him and bowed her head slightly. What happened next startled Sere to the core and let her know right away, she wasn't just a princess in this world.
The Rose Prince and Princess faced her with a solemnity of imperial deference.
And knelt before her.
"We pledge to you on our honor as the masters of the roses, our loyalty. It is our promise to protect you always from harm, for it is you who will save our world from eternal damnation and exile," they paused and then finished with a resolute ending that Sere had no intention of arguing with...yet:
"For you, Princess Serenity, are the Angel of Light."
Sere gaped at them.
This was too strange, too unlikely to be real. There was no way in her world that this could be true. But they weren't in her world anymore.
And apparently if they didn't succeed she never would be.
Endy stood slowly, as did Setsuna, each looking for some kind of affirmation on Sere's part, no matter how reluctant.
She gulped tentatively, unsure of her voice at that moment and...
Nodded.
This was apart of her Fate apparently.
And she was no one to argue with Fate.
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OKAY, THIS CHAPTER IS UP! YAY LET'S CELEBRATE!
I shall NEVER give up on this story NEVER. So don't you worry at all. It just takes me longer because this story I am planning to actually try and get published, and with school and work and other stories in the works, it's often difficult.
But don't worry. I am glad you all like it enough to review.
REVIEW again to get the next chapter and please, I beg you all, I love you for you reading my story and appreciate at it immensely, but please, be patient with me and be faithful, this story will continue until the very end!
So then, where was I?
Oh yes, please REVIEW. ^_~
-Kaji Hikage
The Rose Prince: Chapter Eight
It was warm.
Sere gingerly opened her eyes, letting the moonbeams fall softly into her unsteady vision.
It was night.
Propping herself up lightly on her elbows, she glanced around for any signs of Endy. She found none. Sere sat up fully, taking in her surroundings; it was dark as night would have it but the moon and stars above provided sufficient light to see.
"Selene where am I?" she whispered, half frightened and half curious, wondering if her goddess could hear her prayers even in this new place...at least she was unhurt.
Endy...
Thoughtlessly she sprang to her feet, ignoring the protesting and creaking in her sore limbs, and began to run without direction in worried haste.
"Endy!" she called, cupping her mouth with both of her hands as she ran through what seemed to be a forest, open above but thickly provided for in greenery.
"Endy!" she cried frantically; was he harmed? Would she make it to him in time if he was? What in Selene's name could she do even if she did find him? Her best friend just returned to her after nine years; she couldn't lose him again.
There was no replacement.
Only Endy...
"Endy!" her voice rang in sorrowful sweetness through the strange land she was in... unfortunately Sere did not heed any of her past lessons, discarding the fact that even if Endymion did not hear her...someone else might.
And someone else did.
Sere's hair had come down some time ago, now in disheveled waves of pearl white and as she glanced from side to side in her harried state, she did not notice the shadow creeping up on her in practiced stealth.
It took one second for her to feel its presence.
It took shorter a time for the shadow to bring its hand over Sere's mouth, silencing the impending yelp of fright.
"Shh, I'll not harm you Serenity."
Sere did not know exactly how, but she was certain all the same that she knew this voice...And then as if the shadow could read her thoughts, which was not a settling thought in any case:
"Do you remember my voice Serenity?" the shadow asked, almost wistfully. Sere did her best to nod.
"So you'll not scream if I take my hand away?" the shadow also asked this. And Sere shook her head.
"Alright, I'm trusting you Serenity, there's more danger here than you know. It'll be best for both of us if you keep to that promise, ne?" and the hand left Sere's mouth and Sere spun around, not wildly but still well miffed.
Her imperially renowned eyes met those of a familiar deep garnet framed by deeply tanned skin and blackish green hair...
"Setsuna?" she whispered, briefly pondering how she had remembered that name all these years.
"Yes," she bowed and Sere gestured for her not to.
"That's unnecessary I think," Sere smiled.
"Perhaps, but I thought we might as well keep things cordial until his royal highness shows up," Setsuna scowled flippantly.
"Do you mean Endy?" Sere asked, her eyes lighting with her innocent hope so many found attractive and valuable.
"Certainly, sir Prince of the Roses himself, Endymion of this world...and yours," Setsuna offered as a half-answer before frowning.
"I was positive I pulled you two in together...and in any case he shouldn't have strayed THAT far...foolish man, even when we were children," she muttered to herself and Sere was befuddled. What was Setsuna talking about? SHE was the one who had done this? Sere was confused and felt she deserved some answers, even if she was only a tagalong of sorts.
"Um, pardon me but, why did you bring us here? He," she paused sadly, "he only just came home." Here Setsuna gave her a look of pity that Sere was not altogether certain she liked and shook her head of lengthy green hair as she stared at the misbegotten princess.
"His...fate is not done with him," Setsuna said slowly, carefully choosing her words.
"Why?" Sere asked unhappily, her mouth turning down slightly.
"It's never done, it seems," was the vague answer and Sere left it at that. Instead she ventured into other territory.
"Why does Endy speak unkindly to you?" Sere asked.
"Because he has a past with me he would rather not," Setsuna said and added, scowling, "Not like I asked for it either of course." Sere edged closer to Setsuna, like the child she was at heart.
"Would you tell me the story behind it? I know there must be one," Sere implored and Setsuna, even though she was Setsuna, was mortal to a certain extent and could deny Sere nothing.
"Certainly Serenity, but get comfortable," she advised and did so herself, situating herself on the lushly grassy ground in a loose sitting position.
"I'm ready," Sere smiled brightly.
"Alright," Setsuna could not repress the reciprocating smile.
"Does this story have a name?" Sere inquired.
"No, it is better left to the Fates, that name," Setsuna admitted and then told her story, hers and Endy's, from long, long ago:
"Endy was a broken prince when his parents were, in most senses, killed; either way, they were taken from him. A child, he did not know what to do, instead only wept for those two who had been his strongholds, his keepers, his loved ones, the two irreplacables, mother and father. Blindly, he took care of the roses, until the gardens grew as vast as they are now in your world, and as many. And he stumbled upon his magic, his inheritance, to be prince of the roses. He found he could become apart of them, encourage them, enchant, and to a certain extent, understand. Eventually though, as he realized that a very slow aging process was apart of his gift, or curse as one might call it, his mind began to warp. On his fifty-fourth year, still only the body of a boy a little younger than you, he began to feel emotions that were impure and damaging, not only to himself, but to his connection with the roses.
They began to die.
It took him nearly too late to discover this, but as he did, he put aside his personal feelings of bitterness for the man who had wronged him in so many ways. He put it aside for his love of the roses, and as a symbol of his loyalty to the remains of his beloved parents who he could never see again.
Then he met me.
I was, a black rose, and he found it strange as anyone might. All the roses in his garden, before your time anyway, were either the purest white or the most evoking crimson. Black was an ominous sign and though in his heart he was uncertain, he felt the best thing to do was something he had never done before:
Cut it.
So he did. And when he did, as the stem broke from the vines, he tells me that a black and red light resonated around it, causing him to release the flora. And that in a moment, when the light was a dull glow, he saw me, balled up in a fetus like position, sleeping.
When I opened my eyes, the first things I saw were his blue, troubled ones. Even in his worry, I saw a regal and important bearing in him though, and as I floated slowly to the ground in front of him, I had the sense to kneel.
After all, he was royalty.
Then he groaned and muttered something about awful fortune and I began to know the prince and boy as Endymion, or as you so aptly nicknamed him, Endy.
Stubborn to a fault and sometimes arrogantly certain of his actions, I never failed to point out when he was wrong. Because he was, in a sense my master, I called him that until one day he said to me:
"Look, I am forever apologetic that I released you in such a manner into a world you do not know, but one thing above all you must understand: I am not your master. You are free to do whatever you like."
After he said that, I simply called him Endymion, or Prince. Of course I could not leave him, he was becoming at that point, more and more the only family I could ever hope to have and since my aging process was as slow as his, I would only have him it seemed.
But he still resents me I think, because I am a reminder, an eternal reminder, of what he cannot escape, because as much as he loves his roses, there are times I know, when he wishes nothing more than to be an ordinary mortal.
However, I helped him on the quest that took him away from you those nine years past, and he respects me now at least, I think. We are on mutually cordial terms, even grudgingly friendly.
So, even if he doesn't show it, I know he trusts me."
Setsuna smiled and added:
"And I trust him."
Sere stared, wide-eyed at the woman beside her, obviously more near Endy's age, and suddenly with a beautiful mystique that Sere had previously mistaken for an imposing nature. To her, Setsuna was another legend come true, another impossible made possible, and companion.
"I see," Sere smiled and continued, "I'm sure deep down, you both love each other very much. Time does that for people, my friend Minako told me." Here her smile faded a bit as she was distracted by a sudden pang in her heart, already missing those she knew she was parted from for an indeterminable amount of time. This was lucky for Setsuna who had taken the mention of 'love' to blush so furiously, that it showed even on her deeply tanned skin, and she looked down, trying to cover her face with her lengthy green hair.
"Well, I'm not so certain of that Serenity, but your friend is the Princess of the kingdom of love and adoration, so I shan't argue with you," Setsuna replied suddenly, flashing her a quirky smile. Sere's smile returned when Setsuna grinned at her and was about to reply when...
"SERE!" A rather frazzled Prince Endymion came tumbling...no, hurling out of the other side of the forest edge before the clearing she and Setsuna now sat in. His hair was thoroughly tousled, his breath fast, and eyes bright...and Sere thought he was the most beautiful person she had ever laid eyes upon, but this she kept to herself, hiding it even from her own senses, deep in her heart. Instead she waved to him, then changing her mind, stood and embraced him.
"I wondered when you might arrive," she smiled up at him in her always angelic fashion.
"You knew I was here?" he asked, surprised.
"No, but I knew you would come to find me," she replied simply.
"I always will," he nodded, returning her kind smile with one of his own, not fully recognizing the stirring in his own heart, ignoring it instead.
"Promise?" she grinned like a child dealing with a stuffy adult.
"I promise," he responded, slowly releasing Sere from the pleasant embrace, acknowledging that in the world they now stood in, a promise was something more than sacred.
Then turned to face Setsuna.
"What is the meaning of this Princess?" he scowled darkly, blue eyes turning darker by the second.
"Princess?" Sere exclaimed loudly, very un-princess like and then blushed duly. Setsuna looked slightly miffed, shrugged and nodded to Sere, speaking to her as she might about the daily agenda, or the weather, or anything else that was normal:
"Oh yes, did I forget? It turns out, I'm the Princess of the Roses."
"Oh," Sere replied softly. This was something unexpected...of course Endy and Setsuna were not related, but, then...well, she was born of the roses, so maybe that was the trick...Sere's head was spinning inside so she paid only half attentively to the next conversation.
"Prince, you should know by now," Setsuna returned with equal frowning and arrogance to match.
Well, if they weren't related by blood, you could definitely see the similarities rubbed off over the years...their scowls were relatively identical.
"Forgive my incompetence and indulge me. What, I repeat, is the meaning of this?" he reiterated.
"Prince Endymion of the Roses, He who stowed away his dark feelings for the man who ended and began your life, you are getting a chance to amend things," she smiled that mysterious smile of hers that Sere was beginning to wonder whether it was something to foretell light or dark.
"Amend what?" Endy asked hotly.
"The retribution you once sought, well, you can have it now," Setsuna clarified.
"How?" he questioned, his throat going a bit dry.
"All we have to do is reverse the curse. As you know, this world is not the same as Serenity's. They are connected by a bridge, much like Heaven and Hell have a bridge. The only difference is, they are meant to be one. If we find the curse, we can reverse it more than likely and the worlds will be one once more and if all goes well, you may have two parents, just as you left them," Setsuna finished in a hurry. Sere wondered if she had rehearsed that speech.
"How did you do this?" Endy finally managed to choke out, bitten between bitter pleasure at this new information and disbelieving debt he knew he would owe to Setsuna.
"I have my ways. Being Rose Princess isn't all it's cracked up to be you know, but it does have its...advantages," and she would say no more.
"Why did you pull Serenity into this?" Endy asked suddenly, his face darkening once more.
"It's okay Endy, I don't mind," Sere began but he waved his hand sharply. She quieted.
"Well, she is the Hikari no Tenshi and needed for the reverse of the curse and, well, you know," Setsuna replied, as though this explained everything. Sere sent a sharply inquisitive glance Setsuna's way. And then turned to Endy who was groaning, running his hand through his hair in a very perturbed manner. Then he turned to her, some sadness she found to her bewilderment, in his eyes, along with resignation. He glared at Setsuna and she glared right back but stepped next to him and bowed her head slightly. What happened next startled Sere to the core and let her know right away, she wasn't just a princess in this world.
The Rose Prince and Princess faced her with a solemnity of imperial deference.
And knelt before her.
"We pledge to you on our honor as the masters of the roses, our loyalty. It is our promise to protect you always from harm, for it is you who will save our world from eternal damnation and exile," they paused and then finished with a resolute ending that Sere had no intention of arguing with...yet:
"For you, Princess Serenity, are the Angel of Light."
Sere gaped at them.
This was too strange, too unlikely to be real. There was no way in her world that this could be true. But they weren't in her world anymore.
And apparently if they didn't succeed she never would be.
Endy stood slowly, as did Setsuna, each looking for some kind of affirmation on Sere's part, no matter how reluctant.
She gulped tentatively, unsure of her voice at that moment and...
Nodded.
This was apart of her Fate apparently.
And she was no one to argue with Fate.
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OKAY, THIS CHAPTER IS UP! YAY LET'S CELEBRATE!
I shall NEVER give up on this story NEVER. So don't you worry at all. It just takes me longer because this story I am planning to actually try and get published, and with school and work and other stories in the works, it's often difficult.
But don't worry. I am glad you all like it enough to review.
REVIEW again to get the next chapter and please, I beg you all, I love you for you reading my story and appreciate at it immensely, but please, be patient with me and be faithful, this story will continue until the very end!
So then, where was I?
Oh yes, please REVIEW. ^_~
-Kaji Hikage