Disclaimer: My eldestbrother (who is taking up law) doesn't want to be bothered so please don't sue me. He admits (and tells the world) that I do not own CCS!

A/N: as you can see... there's still no ExT... so sorry.. but you know the saying, the more you hate, the more you love (ack! i just told them!) no matter. anyway... thank you very much for my lovely reviewers who kept reading my first crappy fic! (yes, onii-chan, you've told me a lot of times!) I just remembered my third older brother in this chappie (I have 4 older brothers and i'm the youngest sigh) He, well, stayed under the rain, wading in the lake to look for my lost bracelet... sigh... he's really a noble person (unlike my other onii-chan who keeps bugging me i'm not a good writer just because he's another writer! Meanie!)

Gurla-aya: pilipino ka din? OMG!

Momo-chan: hai, hai! arigato gozaimasu!

Akizuki Sai: so sorry if I update fast (is that a crime?) sometimes, i really have to get the ideas out of my head or else i'll get writer's block for days...

Derynyka and Izura: i just realized how difficult to spell out your name (gomen ne...) yes, thank you for not freaking out.

Elvirna: Yes, i know it's kinda weird for me to write that since i practically love Eriol-kun. But you see, you know how much Li-kun hates (loathes, probably) him, ryt? The line is like a... a... (grr! need a dictionary) an afterthough (is that the right term?)... of Li-kun's thoughts. If you read it, you'll see that Li was hoping Eriol wouldn't call, right? And when the phone rang, well, it's just an expression anyway...

I love Eriol-kun with all my heart (nah! Oujirou-kun occupies a large space as well! my evil conscience says) and as much as I don't want him to look like a patient for an anger management doctor... I have to. Well, it's kinda difficult to explain, but my brother said my characters must have flaws in them or else the reader would be bored trying to read something about a perfect character (Tomoyo is an orphan/adopted person and Eriol needs to,well, control his temper.) I know that many of you are disappointed to see a perfect, gentlemanly and cool Eriol-kun but please understand... (Yes, onii-chan, they're slightly OOC) But don't worry, I promise that Eriol-kun would become one in the future...

Let's get it on, shall we?

CHAPTER 4: FIRST DAY, CONVERSATIONS AND MUD BATHS

"That girl is the most annoying I've ever met! More annoying than Nakuru! And to think she's a Daidouji!"

Syaoran listened amusedly as Eriol continued to rant about the new heir, Tomoyo Daidouji, the next morning in his office, while trying to read the new documents laid on his table. He was just supposed to give the young CEO a few more papers to sign when he started bursting out like a dormant volcano gone active. "You know, she's not so bad. She's really nice once you get to know her."

"Nice? Hah! That's a joke!" Eriol scoffed, slamming a hand on his desk. "She wasn't nice enough when she made me look like an idiot last night, was she?"

"Well, that's her way of saying 'hi'," Syaoran said patiently, still waiting for his papers. "She did the same to me back in Japan but did I complain? No!"

"Why didn't you warn me about this?" the dark-haired man hissed.

Li shrugged his shoulders. "I thought you didn't need to know," he replied matter-of-factly. "Besides, so what if you find out? You're not going to declare that she's an illegitimate heir just because he made you look like an idiot the first time you met."

"Just shut up!" he snapped tetchily then scowled darkly at the window. Syaoran sighed, afraid that the drapes might suddenly ignite with the intensity of his glare. "What time is it?"

"Hey! You've got your own watch!" the amber-eyed Vice President said, annoyed. "I'm not your time-keeper! And will you just hurry up with my papers."

Eriol glanced at his watch and growled, ignoring his last comment, much to Syaoran's annoyance. "It's already 8! Where the bloody hell is she?" He whipped out his cell phone and speed-dialed her number. "Was she actually serious in saying that she'd drive herself over here?"

"Hello?" A still sleepy voice answered him and it startled him. Was she still asleep?

He frowned. "Are you still asleep, Daidouji-san?"

"No, I had just woken up!" she shot back, failing to stifle a wide yawn. "Why did you call anyway? I didn't ask you to be my wake-up call. And I though I should be the one who should be calling you."

"It's already 8 o'clock, Daidouji-san," he replied, gritting his teeth. He could hear Syaoran trying to suppress his laughter and he made a motion for him to shut up. "You should be here already!"

"Oh… Yeah! Now I remember!" she said brightly and he rolled his eyes. "Thanks for reminding me, Hiiragizawa-kun!"

"Wait, are you—" Eriol stopped when a busy tone answered him back. She hung up on him. He stared at his cell phone as if it bit him then glared at Li who was still doing a bad job of stifling his hilarity. "For God's sake, it's not a bit funny, Li! Don't you have work to do?"

Syaoran snorted. "Never thought I'd live the day see you get angry early in the morning! And yes, I have work to do except you're delaying it!"

"She just woke up, for crying out loud, when she should be already here!" he cried in exasperation, again ignoring Syaoran's last comment. "And the fact that she just hung up on me without a warning or whatever is really getting on my nerves!"

"Did you expect her to say goodbye?" the chocolate-haired lad asked wryly.

"No, but I was expecting something similar, like 'See you later' or just plain 'Later'! At least, I would've known that she'd hung up!"

"Don't complain to me, I'm not your psychiatrist!" Syaoran retorted, snatching his folder from under Eriol's elbow. "Anyway, just give it a rest. It's her first day. Why don't you cut her some slack?"

"Why should I?" Eriol threw him a lethal glare.

"Weren't you the one who wanted to find her in the first place?" Li replied dryly. "She's under you now but that doesn't mean you could do anything to her. If word comes up to me that you were being mean to her, I'd…"

"You'd what, Li?" Eriol asked acidly.

"I'd throw you into the Thames, I swear," Li deadpanned. He then snapped the folder on the table impatiently, rolling his eyes. "Now will you please sign this already, Hiiragizawa? I need it right now!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Eriol muttered, moving his hand across the paper hurriedly. He never thought he'd never see that kind of look once more in Li's eyes. The same look he had when he was trying to protect his cousin, Meilin, from bullies back in college.

Tomoyo hummed a soft cheerful tune inside the limousine, brushing her long ebony hair, as Cyrus, her personal chauffeur, drove her to the Daidouji Tower. Eriol didn't mention what type of clothes she should be wearing, did he, so she decided to wear something light and casual, not too dressy but still stylish. When they arrived at the skyscraper, she brightly went out, stretching her arms in the air.

"Will you pick me up later, Cyrus-san?" she asked adorably, peering into the open window of the passenger seat.

The older man nodded slightly, smiling at his young Mistress. "Yes, Miss."

Tomoyo smiled at him sweetly then strolled through the automatic glass doors, ignoring the stares she was receiving from the men and women dressed in business suits. She looked really out of place with her knee-length lavender silk sleeveless dress and a pair of white ankle-strap sandals. She stood out like a sore thumb. Anyway, she proceeded to the reception desk, smiling perfectly.

"May I help you?" The girl at the reception eyed her critically.

"Yup! Can you call and tell Hiiragizawa-kun that I'm here already?" she said, not missing a beat.

"And you are?" the receptionist asked her coldly.

"Just tell me Tomoyo's looking for him," she answered in the same bubbly tone. "I'm pretty sure he knows me so don't worry."

The girl narrowed her brown eyes at her. What would a bimbo-looking girl like her want with one of the most eligible men in London? "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Hiiragizawa?"

"No, but actually—"

"I'm sorry then but the CEO is quite busy right now. He can't entertain you right now." The girl then went back to her work.

Annoyed, Tomoyo pulled out her cell phone and called Eriol's number. "Hello? Hiiragizawa-kun? … Hai! I'm already here! … I don't know how! … Demo the girl here wouldn't tell me! … Can't you just come here and pick me up? … Mou, Hiiragizawa-kun! … Honto?… Hai! Arigato! … I'll wait for you, okay?"

The receptionist raised an eyebrow at her. "Do you really think I'd believe that?"

Tomoyo shrugged and stood at the lobby, waiting and humming the same tune earlier. After a few minutes, one of the elevators opened and out stepped Eriol Hiiragizawa, looking extremely irritated. He cast the receptionist a death glare, who immediately apologized, before taking Tomoyo's hand and pulling her away, not paying attention to the questioning looks thrown by the other employees.

"No wonder the receptionist didn't believe you," he said flatly as they stepped in an empty elevator. "Just look at your clothes."

She glanced down at herself. "So? What's wrong with my clothes?" she asked innocently. "I always wear this back at home and nobody complains."

"It's not proper for someone like you to be wearing clothes like that to work."

"Are we talking about decency here? Because if we are, there's nothing indecent about my clothes." Tomoyo studied her reflection. "You should see the clothes of Paris Hilton. Besides, let me remind you that I'm not here to work, but to study."

The elevator stopped on the 37th floor and they stepped out into the carpeted and well-lit hallway.

"Are we going to your office?" she asked innocently.

"No."

"To my mother's office then?"

"No."

Tomoyo frowned at him. "Aren't you even going to tell me where we're headed?" she asked impatiently. "Shouldn't you be warning me of the impending danger I might be facing in that room?"

Eriol rolled his deep blue eyes at her, his hand on the large double doors. "There is no impending danger!" he snapped before pushing the door open.

The raven-haired young lady blinked as she stepped inside an Oriental-styled office, larger than her classroom in Japan. It was in a color scheme of red, black and gold, complete with a sofa set, espresso maker, a small ref and a water dispenser. The room was also decorated with Ming vases and Chinese brush paintings. A couple of Chinese bamboo plants were on either side of the doors. On a raised dais was a handsome oak desk where a busy Li Syaoran was seated behind and writing something. Behind him was a 20-foot glass window, overlooking the City of London.

"Hiiragizawa, you've got one hell of a room upstairs! Why don't you just stay and rot there for all I care!" the chocolate-haired Vice President snapped, not even looking up from his work.

"Is that the way to greet the President!" Eriol asked wryly.

Syaoran looked up at the smiling President, gazing at her clothes. He then smiled as well. "Sorry…"

"It's okay!" Tomoyo said cheerfully. "You've got a nice office here! Reminds me of home!" She winked at him conspiratorially. "I bet the Cherry Blossom would like this!"

Syaoran slid off his chair, blushing darkly. "Daidouji-san!" he cried.

Tomoyo laughingly went to him and pulled him to his feet. Eriol, a dark eyebrow raised, cleared his throat. She then turned to him. "Do you have a cold, Hiiragizawa-kun?"

Eriol gave her an annoyed look. "Do I look like someone who has a cold?" he stated and she shrugged. "Anyway, Li, can you tell Mizuki to come up to my office right now?"

Syaoran glared at him squarely and was about to retort, "Why don't you do it yourself!" or "Don't tell me you went all the way here just to say that!" when he saw his expression. He immediately voted against it. This was one of the days when one should not taunt or try the CEO's temper. That person might find himself sitting on a crater of a volcano that is about to explode.

"Uh, sure," he replied uncertainly. "I'll tell her right away."

"Come now, Daidouji-san," Eriol said imperiously, waving a hand at Tomoyo, who jogged after him, waving at Syaoran.

"Who's Mizuki? Your girlfriend?" she asked casually as they stepped into an elevator once more and rode to the floor above.

"Not quite," he replied as they stepped into another office, this time, larger than Syaoran's. Tomoyo simply looked impressed at the cobalt blue tones and contemporary style of the room, also completely furnished. "This is my office." He gently closed the doors behind them, proceeding behind his desk.

"Oh!" Tomoyo sat down on the dark blue leather couch. "It's very well-suited to your personality."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, nothing! Nothing at all…"

Eriol gave him a penetrating gaze then sat down, checking his computer for anything. "Do you want coffee, juice or tea?"

"Milk tea but no sugar."

Eriol buzzed to his secretary and after a few minutes, Tomoyo's tea arrived with complimentary buttered crumpets. Tomoyo raised one perfectly-shaped eyebrow. "I didn't know you have room service here! It's like a hotel!"

The young man ignored her and shuffled a few papers on his desk. "There's someone I'd like you to talk with," he said, not looking up at her.

"Oh?" Tomoyo looked mildly impressed, raising the cup to her lips. "Mizuki?"

"Yes, Kaho Mizuki, your mother's trusted lawyer. She's been working here longer than us and she was the one entrusted with the last will and testament of your mother—"

" Sir Hiiragizawa, Ms. Kaho Mizuki is here to see you," the speaker interrupted them.

"Let her in."

The double doors opened and a woman with long reddish-brown hair stepped inside, looking just as regal and elegant as the man behind the desk was. "Syaoran told me you wanted to see me."

"There's someone I'd like you to meet, Mizuki," Eriol said evenly, gesturing at Tomoyo. Kaho looked at her, puzzled. "Mizuki, meet Tomoyo Amamiya Daidouji. She's the daughter of Madam Daidouji, the one you told us to find."

Kaho looked amazed and walked over to Tomoyo who stood up. Her smile was unbelievably gentle and warm and she looked very much relieved at the sight of her. "You found her, Eriol," she said softly, taking the younger lady's hands. "I'm so glad to meet you at last…"

"Yes, well, it's nice to meet you too…" Tomoyo smiled at her shyly.

Kaho brushed a few dark locks from Tomoyo's face and gazed at her intently. "Your eyes are as beautiful as your mother's, but you have your father's chin and hair."

"Th-thank you…"

Eriol coughed, clearing his throat again. "Li told me that Miss Daidouji asked him a few questions during their flight here. Of course, there were some things Li could not answer." He glanced at Tomoyo who nodded deeply. "So, I thought that you might have those answers she need."

"I see…" Kaho nodded and sat down with Tomoyo. Colleen then came in with a cup of coffee for her and Eriol. "You can ask me anything you want and I'll try to answer them." She gazed at the girl who was looking down at her lap.

"Ah, well, I had asked Li about this…" Tomoyo started hesitantly. "Did my mother ever tell you why she had me adopted?"

Kaho gazed at her carefully then opened her mouth to speak. "Your mother had a very unpleasant childhood," she started. "She belonged to the wealthy and influential Amamiya family. Her mother had died giving birth to her so she was left to her father, a CEO of the Amamiya Corporation. And that's why she grew up very sheltered and pampered all her life.

"Your grandfather worked day and night though. He would leave the manor early in the morning and would arrive late in the evening and Sonomi was always alone. Her maids and bodyguards were her constant companion but not even they could provide, obviously, the comfort of a father or mother or even sibling. Even in school, she was alone. Many thought that she was unapproachable since she was the daughter of a powerful man.

"She had been bitter and angry all her life because she felt her father had abandoned her. Because she felt she was unloved and everyone left her. That's why, when you were born, she had to give you away to her cousin and best friend, Nadeshiko, who just had a daughter as well.

"She didn't want you to grow up experiencing the same thing that happened to her, not knowing how to experience parental care or love. She didn't want you to feel the same thing she felt during childhood. She wanted you to grow up happy and cheerful and full of life, and, she knew, the only way that would happen is if she gives you to Nadeshiko. She knew Nadeshiko would care and nurture you like a real child…"

"But she still abandoned me, didn't she?" Tomoyo said quietly. "She still left me… I never knew her… I never saw her… Not even once…"

"Yes, she did but—"

"All those excuses she made… She just didn't want me. Period. I don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure it out," Tomoyo continued, ignoring the growing bitterness in her voice. She bit her lower lip, her hands clenching around her cup of tea. "She had to give me to Aunt Nadeshiko because she didn't want me. She must've hated me… She must've been thinking how repulsive I am…"

Eriol scowled at her. "You shouldn't speak like that about someone you don't know!"

"But I'm right, am I not? She just left me like that… Without a letter, no warnings, notification or anything. She didn't even leave me something I could hold, like a necklace or anything…" The raven-haired girl glared back at him defiantly.

"She loved you very much, Tomoyo, but she was afraid that you might hate her," Kaho explained patiently as ever. "I was there when she gave you to Nadeshiko. I saw the pain in her eyes as Nadeshiko took you in her arms. She never gave up loving you. And on her dying bed, your name was the last word she spoke."

Tomoyo shook her head. "You're just lying so I wouldn't be hurt…"

But she was hurt. Deep down inside her, the pain she hid for a long time has finally risen. The pain she had felt when she had first found out she was adopted, the pain she had felt whenever she would see kids like her being driven to school by their parents, the pain she had felt whenever she would see Sakura and Touya greet their mother and father… She had often asked herself why she never had parents like them. Soon, she felt angry at them, for leaving her, but there was always sadness in her heart, a wish that she may see them again, even just one more time.

Tomoyo suddenly snapped out of her reverie when she felt someone's arms around her neck. She looked up and found Kaho, clasping a silver necklace around her neck. She glanced down at its pendant, a crystal teardrop almost an inch big.

"This," Kaho said softly. "Was entrusted to me by your mother. She told me, that if ever I found you, I should give this to you."

"To me," Tomoyo said firmly, a hand clasping over the crystal.

"That's right. To you." Kaho smiled. "She knew you'd be bitter also so she wanted you to have this. She told me in it is a key that belongs to you and only you."

"A key… In it?" The girl looked confused as she raised the crystal to her eyelevel. "But I couldn't see it… Does that mean I have to break it?"

Kaho only smiled at her. Slowly and gracefully, she stood up. "I know you need time to think so I'd leave you for now. If you need anything, just call me. Don't hesitate to ask for help, okay?" She glanced at Eriol who was gazing thoughtfully out his window. Rain had started to fall.

"Kaho-san… I just… I have…" Tomoyo bit her lower lip. "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Kaho glanced again at Eriol. "I shall take my leave now, Eriol." The young man nodded deeply and she left through the wooden oak doors.

Silence prevailed inside the room and it was suffocating Tomoyo. She fiddled with her necklace then sighed, not knowing what she should do. She still felt confused. Part of her wanted to believe Kaho but another part of her kept saying 'no'. She just didn't know where she should go from there, now that she'd heard about her mother's part.

"Hiiragizawa-kun…"

"Hmm?"

"Can I see them?"

"See who?"

Tomoyo winced and sighed. Maybe she shouldn't push it… She didn't need to know anyway… But then… If she didn't… She'd be bothered by her parents' memories for eternity. She'd be haunted day and night by Kaho's story. She'd be more confused. She wouldn't know which side to believe: her heart, whose grief for the loss of her parents prevail, or her mind, who kept blaming them for leaving her.

"See who, Daidouji-san?"

"My parents…" she mumbled and Eriol almost didn't get it. She said nothing for a minute, her eyes cast downwards. "Can you bring me to them?"

"It's raining. You might catch a cold." He kept his eyes on the window.

She only shook her head. "I'll be okay. Anyway, you just have to drive me there," she told him, not missing a beat. "You don't need to get out of the car and get yourself wet."

Eriol turned to look at her, waiting for a sarcastic comeback, but none came. Even in her last statement, it was perfectly clear of any intended sarcasm. Li might be half-right. She wasn't that bad… If only she'd stay that way forever and she wouldn't bother him again.

"All right. I'll drive you there."

Eriol's midnight blue Jaguar XK8 drove through the rainy streets of London to the London Memorial Gardens. Tomoyo sat on the passenger seat, staring at the sliding water droplets on the smooth surface of the window. They were about to turn left at an intersection when Tomoyo suddenly shouted, startling the wits out of her driver.

"Wait! Stop! Stop!"

Eriol slammed on the brakes and thanked his seatbelt for preventing him from getting an intimate contact with the steering wheel. "What!" He turned to the lilac-eyed young lady, going to demand an explanation for her recklessness, when he found her clambering out of the car. "Hey! Where are you—"

"Just wait right here! I'll be back in a few minutes!" she called before disappearing under the sheet of pouring rain.

After a few minutes, she did return, now with a bouquet of white roses and lilies. "Well, I can't just go there without a gift, right?" she said chirpily. Her hair and blouse were quite damp and specks of water covered her face and arms. It was obvious she ran through the rain without any protection whatsoever. She didn't even bother to wait under a shade and let the rain pour for a while.

"You should've told me," he said, pulling out his handkerchief and handing it to her. "You completely soaked."

Tomoyo smiled at him gratefully. "I though you might not listen to me."

He said nothing and started to drive once more. In a few minutes, they arrived at the place and Tomoyo felt a shiver ran down her back. It was quite large for a memorial park, having several mausoleums, and very quiet too, almost creepy. They drove around for a while then stopped at an area of land where there were several marble tombstones.

"C'mon, I'll go with you—"

"I'll be fine, really," she assured him, glancing up at the dark clouds looming overhead. Eriol stared at her and she laughed softly, patting his shoulder. "Don't worry, I doubt the dead would try to pull me down. If they do, I promise I'll scream."

Eriol rolled his eyes at her as Tomoyo stepped out carefully on the pavement. The rain had stopped but the sky was still slate gray. Not a good sign. "Your parents' tombstones are those black granites over there."

"Thanks!" She closed the door and walked away. And, oddly, after she had left, the car fell very quiet.

Tomoyo crouched down in front of the polished black granite, laying the flowers on the ground. Beside Sonomi Daidouji's grave was Kotarou Daidouji's grave. Her father.

"Ohayo tou-san, kaa-san!" she greeted, ignoring the cool wind slicing her bare skin. "I didn't know what flowers you liked so I just brought you these. Many people like roses, ne?" She didn't expect the tombstone to reply but she continued otherwise. "Ne, kaa-san, Kaho-san told me everything… Is it true?"

She raised her gaze at the steel overcast and sighed. The rain would fall again soon.

"I don't know if I should believe her… Part of me wants to but another part of me doesn't want to…" she continued in a bright tone. "Ne, kaa-san, why did you leave me anyway? Didn't you love me? If you did, then why did you give me to Aunt Nadeshiko and Uncle Fujitaka?"

She sighed yet again, promising not to cry. She wouldn't cry, especially not in front of her mother's grave. As she crouched there, pondering about what she should say next, a drizzle started to sprinkle from the sky.

" Aunt Nadeshiko and Uncle Fujitaka are very nice. They treat me like their own daughter. And Sakura-chan and Touya-kun are like my real siblings," she said lightly, taking no notice of the rain. She sighed heavily, holding her knees tightly to her chest. "I wish I had real siblings… You know, I don't know if I should be mad with you. After all, maybe, what you did was right. But I'm still angry at you. You shouldn't have left me alone, you know. Maybe I did want to be with you and tou-san even though you'd be very busy with work. Maybe I wouldn't mind that. As long as we're together, ne?" She sniffed, leaning her head to once side. "If that's the case, then maybe, this wouldn't have happened."

She closed her eyes for a few moments and breathed the fresh air. After a while, she felt the rain stop again and she opened her eyes, raising her gaze above.

"It's not good for your health to stay under the rain." Eriol now stood beside her, holding his jacket above her head. "You'll catch a cold."

Tomoyo smiled at him slightly then gazed back at the black stone with gold letterings. "You shouldn't have… Now you're getting wet as well…"

"This is nothing…" He helped her stand up then placed the jacket over her head. "Just tell me if you want to leave." He was about to walk away when he sensed something soft hit his back. He looked around and saw Tomoyo, unsheltered from the rain. She had thrown his jacket back at him.

"Don't you think it's nice to stay under the rain once in a while?" she asked him lightly.

"Don't you think you're too old for mud baths?" he asked dryly.

She pouted at him and they returned to the car. They got there in time, just as the rain started to pour harder. Eriol slid back his jacket around his shoulders and felt for his keys in his pocket. He fumbled for a while when he realized it was gone.

"Daidouji-san, where are my keys?" he asked, looking at her.

"Your keys? How should I know?" she replied casually, tossing her long hair over her shoulders. Then, she pretended to think for a while. "Oh, yeah, I think I heard something tinkling that fell on the ground."

Eriol gaped at her. "Where exactly did it fall?"

"Hmm… I don't remember…"

Li Syaoran was drinking his coffee as he stood at the lobby when he saw Eriol and Tomoyo stepped through the automatic glass doors. He blinked as if to confirm if everything he was seeing was real. The girl was wiping a handkerchief on her arms but she looked dry enough. Eriol, on the other hand, was…

"Did you fall into the river, Hiiragizawa? I thought you'd let me throw you."

Eriol threw him a lethal glare as he pushed away his sodden hair from his face. He had searched the whole area for his keys, letting himself get drenched by the pouring rain, only to find it inside his car, on Tomoyo's palm, glinting at him innocently.

"Shut up!"

Reviews, reviews, reviews... I know you want to push that cute little button! ... It's a bit confusing, ne? My second older brother (the laconic, walking snowman) was frowning when he read it and uttered a single phrase "I didn't get it". Well, so did I! I wish some of you would... I'm not really much of a dramatic person... I hate drama! No, really, i really hate it!

Anyway, the 6th chappie is still under construction (as my brothers put it that way) i already have a draft of it but i'm not sure if i'll edit that and post it or i'll make another. (sigh... need mentos... need mentos...) but i already have 7th and 8th. the 6th is kinda my problem right now... Actually, it's the title... but who cares? i can finish this (i'll show you, kuya leander!) Ja ne, for now.

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