Warning: this chapter, especially at the end, is more dark and disturbing then the previous ones. I wrote it this way to show how sadistic Akito really is. There are hints of him having some strange powers here, which I think is perfectly conceivable. I think the Zodiac God is more then just a figurehead, and ruling over people that turn into animals, and giving life to them is certainly more esoteric then normal, don't ya think?

That said about the dark and disturbing stuff, any side remarks made about blood and bleeding will become clear by the end of the chapter.

Dr. Kiro Minekura lay awake in the small hours of the morning.

The small sleeping form at his side trembled every now and then, coughing. If he strained his right eye, he could see a dark spill of hair on his shoulder: the boy-god. He couldn't see anything out of his left eye because of the bandage.

He wanted to get up and take some Tylenol, because the left side of his face was beginning to throb, his wound was seeping. But Akito had one hand clutching pathetically at his shirt, and Kiro really hadn't the heart to move him.

The doctor reflected on his greatest mistake: underestimating this seemingly powerless boy.

Is this what it's like…Hari?

No wonder you're so cold. You had to steel yourself against him.

Akito was psychotic. This Kiro had long realised. If he had one memory that would forever be burned into his cortex it would be Akito's expression as he lifted the flower vase. In that tiny sliver of time before he was struck, Kiro had seen real derangement in the god's black eyes. Something in there capered and gibbered.

Mood-swings that bordered on bi-polar, odd mental complexes (manipulation and superiority to name but two), hissing despair…Akito was a psychoanalyst's dream. One moment he was vicious and cruel, the next melting in Kiro's arms because he was so afraid, so lonely, so sick.

Kiro stared at Akito's face, illuminated by a splash of moonlight.

Despite what you've done, I can't bring myself to hate you. Because it's not your fault…is it?

It is the curse.

He wondered what sort of circumstances Akito grew up in to become this way. It was too sad.

And he remembered Akito's sentence on him, and sadness more then fear wormed into his heart. He laid his head back.

You can hurt my face, my innards, my spine…simply because you can.

Does hurting people…bring you relief…Akito?

The doctor absently stroked the boy's head.

If hurting me brings you a tiny bit of Paradise…then I guess I don't mind. If it rights all you think is wrong.

He raised a hand to his bleeding head.

Maybe I'm the crazy one.

---

Akito was awake.

He had been awake for an hour.

He could tell the warm Ox beside him was not asleep: his breathing wasn't that of the sleep-drugged. Akito kept his own breath deep and regular as he leaned his head against Kiro's shoulder, eyelids closed.

When the doctor had almost tenderly stroked him with his fingers, he had felt like sobbing.

That passed. Now, under the cover of night, he schemed. Of new and different ways of pain he would inflict on the well-mannered doctor beside him, who was not afraid of him.

I will make him afraid of me.

Perhaps he could cage the bull in Yuki's special room. But Akito wanted to preserve that for his Rat and continued along another train of thought running along splintered tracks.

Perhaps the ironic and most delightful way was giving him disease. Hatori had been more or less immune to Akito's long line of parading illnesses because he took care of himself and was the Dragon besides. Kiro was normal, if healthy, and Akito had infections bouncing off him like so many swollen fleas. That would certainly sully the doctor's mood.

Akito fondled this idea for a few minutes before dismissing it as too unlikely. Kiro was, after all, strong as an ox. Even if he did catch something it would take too long for the symptoms to manifest for the god's pleasure.

He'd already done something quite horrible. It involved blood, and lots of it. He could tell the doctor was confused…

Abuse, he decided, was the best. And the doctor couldn't do anything about it: for all his strength Akito suspected he no heart to lay his hands on the younger man.

Unless…unless…

The cracking feeling of his wrist as it snapped tingled in his sensitive nerves. No…he wouldn't…

Akito mentally searched the Ox beside him. No, he wouldn't.

Another idea surfaced from his mind's murky depths.

He smiled inwardly.

He liked it. He liked it a lot. And the doctor, awake beside him suspected nothing! Akito's thoughts were so loud he thought Kiro would hear them pounding through his skull.

As long as you live, Minekura, you will bear the mark of the curse. And I will do it. As the grand finale.

All I need is a way to hold you still.

---

Hatori woke as Kyo's alarm went off at 8:00 am. He flailed, sat up, leaned automatically over for his medical supplies and fell out of the bed.

Then he remembered where he was, and dropped his head in shame. The Dragon struggled into some clothes and went downstairs. He wasn't hungry and decided make his way to the table to sit down and clear his head.

There was a screech as if, well, someone had trodden on a cat's tail.

"Ow! I'm friggin' sleeping here, you moron! I –" Kyo looked up into Hatori's face. "…Oh, you. Well, look where you're putting your big feet, ok?" The Cat curled back into his sleeping bag.

"I'm sorry, Kyo." Hatori side-stepped him and sat. "I forgot I'd taken your bedroom. If you want, you can have it back."

"Nah," came Kyo's muffled voice. "I'm more or less comfy. When I was at Shishou's dojo, I just slept on a rice mat. Training, you know? So this feels like the freaking Four Seasons compared to that."

"Is anyone else up?"

"Nope. Tohru should be here soon though. You know how she is. That Dog gets up in the middle of the afternoon and Prince Yuki only wakes when it suits him."

"I see."

Hatori looked out the window. He could see the lawn, and the grass, and a few trees buffeted gently by the spring breeze, as if painting the blue sky above them. A look at his watch told him it was 8:15. Akito liked to get up right about now and lay on the porch, watching the sun appear above the trees. The Dragon could see him now, so clearly…propped on one elbow, carelessly rubbing one ankle against his calf…his bare, soft-soled boyfeet. One shoulder bare, as always, revealing the fragile curve of his spine, his lily nape visiblebelow his raven hair…

"You look sad." Kyo poked his head out of his sleeping bag. "Didn't I tell you it's not the end of the world? Huh? Geesh."

"Since when were you the optimist, Kyo?" Hatori put a hand under his chin and looked at the Cat amusedly.

Kyo went red. "I'm not! It's just…uh…well, I dunno! I'm tired. You stepped on me and woke me up. I'm going back to bed." He dove back under the sleeping bag.

The Dragon went back to looking out the window. He could feel an ache in his chest, a tugging he usually was too busy to notice.

Can you feel me…Akito?

I'm starting to feel something. Something that was there all along; and I never really noticed it until now. My love for you only intensifies it.

He sucked in his breath.

You must feel all of us, all the time. You must want all of us, all the time. But you'd never admit it.

Just as we would never admit to wanting you. Hatori gritted his teeth at the terrible swell of longing in his heart.

I would. I do. I want to be near you, Akito…even if you hurt me and push me away, if I could hold you once in my arms I could die happy.

His eyes misted in thought. After a while, he said, "Kyo?"

"Hmmpph?"

"Do you feel it, Kyo?"

"Huh?" The Cat surfaced, blinking drowsily.

"Just tell me," Hatori said quietly, "Just tell me that, sometimes, you long to be near him."

"Near who?" Kyo stared.

"Him."

"…Oh." A shadow passed over the boy's face. He glanced around, then leaned forward. "Yeah," he hissed, "Yeah, sometimes I do. It's weird. Sometimes I only feel it for a couple seconds. Sometimes, a couple minutes. But when I do, it's very faint." He looked uncomfortable, angry.

"I hate it."

"Do you?"

"Yeah." Kyo gritted his teeth. "I hate…I hate wanting to be with that evil little shit. It makes me wanna puke. But sometimes I feel, like…if I WAS there, even if I hated him, I would be…happy." He turned away.

"It's the Zodiac bond, Kyo. When we wish to be with our God."

"He's not a God, and no way is he my fucking God." Kyo flopped back down. "The Cat's an outcast."

"Hmm." Hatori was far away.

I'm feeling your life…streaming from you to me.

---

12:00

Shigure stopped lolling in his chair when the phone on his desk rang. Thinking it to be Aya, he snatched it up.

"You called me! I don't believe it, to be so honoured as to receive a call from the most wonderful person in the world, who –"

"Be quiet, Shigure," came a hoarse voice.

The Dog cringed. Oh no, oh no. "Akito-san! I'm sorry, I was expecting –"

"I don't care who you were expecting, Shigure. I want you over here. Now."

"Uh…" Shigure fiddled nervously with a pen. "Ok." He paused.

"Don't worry," Akito said softly, "I'm not asking you to bring Hatori with you. It's you I want to see, Shigure. Live and in the flesh. We need to have a little talk."

"Yes, Akito-san."

"Then why are you still there?" Click.

The Dog stared out the window for a while. He went into his room and cleaned himself up a little, making sure his hair was slicked back. Flattery might calm Akito. He was easing his way through the kitchen when Hatori's voice spoke up.

"Where are you going, Shigure?"

"Me?" Shigure turned, beaming. "Out for a little drive, Ha-san! To help my creative processes! And I might pick up some groceries, too."

Hatori put down the medical journal he was reading. "You're lying."

"Ehh? How can you say that! When we've been friends for so long, Ha-san –

"You look suspiciously well-groomed to be going for a drive."

"I'm vain. We know that." He paused. "I'm just…going to the Main House."

The Dragon's head snapped up. "Whose decision was that?"

"Oh, Hari…"

"What are you going to do?" Hatori stood in front of his friend. His voice was quiet and panicky. "What are you going to tell him, Shigure?"

The Dog stared back. "Your secrets are safe with me, Ha-san." He squeezed past Hatori and bounded out the door. "I've got to go – you know I can't keep him waiting!"

Hatori leaned on the doorframe as the headlights disappeared. He realised he felt dizzy. There was a slight tugging feeling where his heart was, and he raised a shaking hand to his chest.

The bond…

He closed his eyes.

The insane hidden tumour of passion that is buried in my blood…

That longing…

To be with my God.

He slumped.

I can't fight it much longer.

---

Shigure knelt in the darkness.

Akito was on his bed, back to him. He appeared to be asleep but the Dog knew better. His God would keep him waiting as long as he wanted.

As much as Shigure didn't like to admit it, a small part of him was relieved to be in the presence of his lord. The hidden connection of the Zodiac flared between them. He lowered his head, pathetically grateful.

Every Dog needs his Master. If he tells me to fetch something, I will do it.

Akito stirred. He turned over and lay down on his front, arms supporting his chin. He faced Shigure.

The Dog saw bruises on his knuckles.

Akito's voice shocked him out of his palsied state. "How is my Dragon, Shigure?"

Shigure's eyes flickered. "He's still ill, Akito-san. Very tired and pale. He doesn't seem…to be improving…but," he continued as the god's eyes darkened, "he is better then when he first arrived."

"I see." Akito shifted his injured wrist into a more comfortable position. Shigure couldn't take his eyes off the bound limb.

Oh Hatori…

"How long would you expect him to remain at your house, Shigure?"

"I…" The Dog paused. "I'm not a doctor, Akito-san. But perhaps…a week."

To his surprise, a smile dawned on those cracked lips. Shigure tried to shrink inside his yukata. When he smiles, it can mean nothing good.

"That's good," Akito said softly. "That's…very good."

"Yes."

Akito extended a lazy finger. "Come here, Shigure."

He did so, kneeling at the side of the bed. The god placed a cool palm against Shigure's cheek, moving it upward to stroke his hair.

"My faithful Dog…yes. You would tell me everything I asked of you, wouldn't you." That boyish hand scratched Shigure as child would a pet. Shigure felt like rolling over on his back. That touch…so soothing…so nice…

"Yes…Akito-san." Shigure laid his head on the bed and Akito stroked it.

"You know what happened to my wrist, don't you. I expect Hatori told you."

"Ye-es…" He was a doggy puddle under his Master's soothing touch.

"I haven't punished Hatori for what he did to me. I haven't touched him. Do you know why?"

"No." Something wormed its way under Shigure's blissful canine glow and tried to tell him something. He tried to mentally scratch it as he would a flea.

"Why do you think that is, Shigure?"

"Uhh…"

"Because," came Akito's floating tones, "if you want to hurt some really badly, it's better to take it out on those that are closest to them. There is no pain like seeing a dear friend wounded because of you."

Shigure didn't hear this. The dog in him was panting, lolling, beating its leg against the floor.

"I'd like to show you something, Shigure."

The god sat up. He took Shigure by the chin and lifted it.

"Heed this as a warning, Shigure. A sublime and wonderful warning. You haven't met my replacement doctor, have you? Hatori's friend?"

The Dog shook his head. He almost whined as Akito removed his hand.

"Come here, Minekura. Come and show my loyal Dog what happens when people go against my will…"

Shigure blinked. Where there were shifting shadows there was a man, in the corner of the room. It was too dark to see him clearly. The man came and stood by the bed. There was a flare as light sputtered, then threw him into sudden, solid form.

The Dog jerked back.

"Yes." His Master's voice slithered out from dancing shadows. "Uncanny coincidence, isn't it? Can you imagine what Hatori will feel when he sees this?"

But there's more, Shigure thought in horror, there's more then that bandaged, damaged eye…Oh Kami…those bruises on his neck, they look like finger-marks, and his right cheek…it looks like the skin has been scraped away…bruises…and… (he felt his breath stop)…that eye wound…is…still…bleeding…

But what scared the Dog the most was not those horrible injuries but the placid, eerily empty look in that tawny right eye. As if the person behind it had locked himself away in a corner of his mind where pain could not breach.

Akito tugged on Kiro's sleeve and the Ox knelt. He cradled Kiro's head in one hand, purring.

"My experiment. My best one so far. Don't you think so, Shigure?"

Shigure couldn't speak.

"I'm not done, of course. He's an outsider…not a Sohma…not even Japanese, by the looks of it. He deserves to be punished."

Kiro didn't look at Shigure.

"But," Akito went on, "better him then Tohru, eh? I was merciful with her, don't you think? She fits in with my plans so neatly…and so does he."

"Akito-san…" Shigure whispered.

"Every day Hatori is gone, I will experiment a little more. Little. By. Little. And Shigure…you're not to tell him of this. If you do…" He let the threat hang.

"Yes, Akito-san," the Dog croaked.

"Good."

Akito sat back. "Minekura, escort Shigure out. Then when you come back, change my bandage…it's coming loose."

Shigure and the doctor walked to the Main House entrance. The Dog felt like he was walking alongside a ghost.

When he reached out for the large entrance gates, a hand grabbed him. Shigure found himself looking into a tawny eye.

"Please," the doctor said. Shigure's eyes widened at the deep, lowing sounds issuing from the man. Kiro continued, "Do what Akito says and don't tell Hatori about this. He can't come back…until he's ready."

"What are you saying?" Shigure stared. "I knew Akito was violent… but look at you…" He tried not to look at the horrible red stain blotching through the bandage.

"There are worse pains. Believe me."

The Dog barked a laugh, a little hysterically. "You like being treated this way?"

"Of course not. I'm enduring this for Hatori…until he and Akito both admit it."

"It?" Shigure's ears pricked. "You know…you know, don't you…oh Kami…"

"Yes. All we have to do is wait."

"Why?" Shigure fumbled for a cigarette. "Why? I mean, why are you doing this?"

"I have my reasons." Kiro touched his face.

"You are…" Shigure lit up. "Either disturbed or stupidly loyal. You're not an Ox, by any chance?"

"Yes. I am."

"Hm. You must really love Ha-san." The Dog scuffed a foot. "That's good. He needs love right now. But not the kind of love only friends can provide."

"I know."

They watched leaves skip across the path.

"When Ha-san realises…"

"I'll talk to him. When the time comes."

If there's anything left of you. Shigure sighed.

"I'm sorry you got mixed up in Sohma business. We bring our curse to people around us." Kiro said nothing in response, and the Dog looked at him out of the corner of his eye. He waited.

The doctor looked at him, and Shigure saw he was smiling.

"I don't regret meeting Ha-san."

With that, he turned and walked away.

---

Hatori put down the newspaper he was pretending to read when he heard Shigure come through the door. The Dragon had been a bundle of nerves ever since his friend had left.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Shigure looked at him steadily.

"What did Akito want?"

"He was just checking up on things. Really, Ha-san, you worry too much." Shigure tried to sidle off but Hatori's voice stopped him. "Shigure."

The Dog looked round. Something flickered across his face.

"Ha-san…I wouldn't lie to you."

"Tell me something," Hatori said. "Did you happen to meet Akito's other doctor? My friend, Kiro? Did you meet him?"

"I did. Strong-looking man, sounds like a bull?"

"Yes." Hatori kept his bluegreen stare on Shigure's face.

"He was nice. What about him? I really need to go back to work, Ha-san."

"What's going on at the Main House, Shigure?"

"Oh, Akito's just being grumpy." Shigure avoided Hatori's eyes. "Though…for your sake, Ha-san…I hope you get better really soon." He fled to the study before Hatori could respond.

---

"What took you so long?"

Kiro set a softly steaming bowl of hot, soapy water onto Akito's bedside table. "I don't know what you mean, Akito-sama."

"Yes you do." Deep, dark eyes regarded the doctor. "It takes five minutes there and back to walk to the main gate from here. You took fifteen, Minekura."

"My eye was hurting me."

Akito ignored this. "Talking with my Dog? Gossiping? Conspiring?"

"Never, Akito-sama."

"To which?" The god plucked at his loose bandage. His wrist was throbbing coldly and it made him irritable. It made him remember Hatori.

"I was just saying goodbye to Shigure. I repeated your orders and told him not to tell anyone else about what's happening here."

"Hm." Akito studied the gentle, ruined face and could see that the Ox was not lying. "All right, I believe you. Now…" he held up his wrist, "take care of this abomination."

Kiro did so. The bandages were unwrapped, discarded, revealing pale, mottled flesh. The bruises once so deep in colour had faded to a series of ugly greens and yellows. The broken skin had not been washed and gave off a faint smell. Akito was disgusted.

Oh my Dragon…I will find it very hard to forgive you.

The doctor carefully, tenderly cleaned the broken limb with the soapy water, wiping away any excess dirt and impurities the soft flesh had exuded. Some sort of fragrance had been added to the cleansing water, it smelled of water lilies.

Akito had tensed at the hot roughness of the cloth, but the doctor's fingers were deft and gentle and he experienced little discomfort while his wrist was cleaned. The bruises shone wetly and he looked away.

"Bind it up. Cover it. I don't want to look at it anymore."

Kiro bent his head obediently and Akito regarded his servile Ox. The raw scrape down his right cheek and bruised neck excited him in a way he couldn't understand. He looked at Kiro, giddy.

My experiment. My wonderful piece of art. You look so beautiful damaged. Abuse suits you.

I will make you even more beautiful. Day by day.

He casually flexed his bruised knuckles. And smirked.

"Put some salve on my left knuckles, Minekura. I'm afraid I found your hard, thick Ox head rather jarring against them."

Oh, that look. That white, caged look that flashed quick as a fish across the doctor's face. Akito wanted to preserve that look forever.

"Yes, Akito-sama."

The god studied him some more. He thought he could hear the doctor's thoughts buzzing, panicked beneath that tender scalp. He must be feeling trapped.

Trapped like the rest of us, in this cage.

A hot pain in his chest made his eye clench. Coughing erupted from him, his hands flying out of Kiro's paws to his mouth.

He couldn't stop. He couldn't breath. Something was crushing his lungs in an iron vice and he choked and heaved until bile drooled from his lips. Akito clawed at his chest. He saw white flutter out of the corner of his streaming eyes and he snatched blindly and clamped Kiro by the wrist, digging his fingers into that clinical coat.

Don't leave. You can't leave me.

He heard Kiro say something about an oxygen mask and suddenly his fingers gripped air.

NO!

His ears were ringing, he was sure his head would explode. Pretty soon he would start hacking his guts up unless he got some air.

No guts: just the meagre contents of his stomach onto the sheets. Oh, and blood. And bile. And probably some other things, Akito wouldn't be surprised if he found a boot there. His weak body couldn't keep this up. He going to pass out or die, whatever came first…

Plastic, gummy jaws clamped onto his face. A strong hand caught him as he fell backward and made him sit up for easier breathing. Akito didn't want to sit up, he wanted lie back down sink into wonderful grey oblivion. He could dimly hear someone say breathe…breathe, Akito…

breathe?

He sucked in a lungful of oxygen, so much his head spun. He coughed it back up again.

Breathe

Too much blood and phlegm in his mouth. The mask was removed, and there was a sucking sound like a dentist's tool. Akito made a rattling noise.

Plastic lips kissing him now, sending more oxygen into his deflated lungs. He inhaled.

And breathed.

He was gently laid back down: pale, sweaty, helpless. The rising stink from the rejected mess on the sheets made him want to gag. He was too weak to gag. His ribs hurt.

Akito was floating now. Kiro had injected something into his arm (relaxant?) and he was somewhere in la-la land. He was on his back floating in a calm, mercurial, medicinal sea. The ache in lungs was washed away by the tides.

It was pleasant, in this little bay of tranquillity. Occasional sandbars of pain or discomfort appeared, but he was swept away by those healing waters.

There was a warm, benign presence close to him. He turned his head as something surfaced: he couldn't see it properly but he sensed a large, water-sleeked form, hooves, horns, a fish's tail.

"How are you feeling, Akito-sama?" it lowed.

"Uhhnnh." His head was full of the sea. He paddled toward its comforting voice, wanting to rest his head on that seal-shiny back. He reached toward it, it offered a dripping hoof. Akito pulled it to him, reaching over its bovine head and gripping those hard horns.

"Keep me afloat," he mumbled. "Whatever you do, don't let me sink."

"I won't," lowed the beast. It had tawny eyes, sad eyes.

Akito snuggled against its Capricorn-bulk.

Don't let me sink…

---

Midnight.

Kiro Minekura stands in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his bandaged face. His raw red cheek doesn't bother him. It's merely a graze. But now something is happening, something the doctor with all his medical knowledge doesn't understand, something that he's never seen before.

That wound, that vicious cut Akito gouged into his eye is bleeding.

It's been bleeding for two days.

It won't stop.

Kiro's tried everything: more pressure, special blood coagulants. Nothing works. It keeps on bleeding.

Not fast. It doesn't pour out, it seeps, slow and dark and thick, oozing ever so slowly from his eye socket. He's had to change his bandages as much as seven times a day. When he's panicked or exerts himself too much it comes thicker, faster, to beat of his heart.

The doctor is afraid. That boy has done something to his system. He doesn't know why, or how. But Akito has done it.

Kiro's starting to feel it: that tiny white-hot sliver in his chest. He's starting to fear Akito.

When he wakes, in the morning or at night, he finds his pillowcase dark and stinking, his face caked in blood. The servants are afraid of washing these blood-soaked linens. He lies, telling them it's some temporary infection from his wound.

Awake or asleep, he feels it seeping from him: hot, metallic tears that won't stop.

But the strange thing is that no matter how much his poor ruined eye weeps, he never suffers from blood loss. Kiro experiences no dizziness or mobility loss, except when he's tired. He's terrified: in the last 48 hours he's lost pints of blood, but he is alive.

Someone is keeping him alive.

The same someone who is causing his wound to seep endlessly.

The doctor is helpless.

It is the power of the Zodiac God.

He's becoming exhausted, and sickened: by waking up every morning to caked hair and filthy pillows, his round-the-clock caretaking of Akito, whose bronchial infection is growing more demanding by the day. But most of all he's tired of watching wine-thick water swirl in the sink when he washes his face, all those washcloths he's had to throw away, that virgin soap now tainted pink with his blood…

And the stink. The low, pungent, tangible meaty smell that emanates from his eye. Kiro is starting to reek of his own blood.

There is worse: like the dark triumph in Akito's eyes whenever he looks at him.

No wonder they fear you, Akito. No wonder they worship you.

Watch him now, as he slowly unravels the clinging bandage from his head, unwinding and un-tucking in mesmerising circles. It falls away, and he lets it float from his shoulders to the white tiles.

He barely recognises himself.

Something warm slides down his cheek. Kiro swipes it, leaving a red smear on his knuckles.

The doctor gets to work, cleaning his eye. He's terrified of bacterial infection and wipes at the wound with special gauzes soaked in clear fluids. It stings horribly and he grips the countertop hard until he can stand it.

The other day he found a sliver of ceramic still buried in his eyelid. He had to breathe deeply and evenly to prevent himself from gibbering.

Kiro can't assess the full scale of the damage until he gets to a hospital. He thinks by the time he leaves the Sohma estate (will he leave will he ever leave) it may be too late. The doctor thinks it's too late already. His left eye looks like the eye of some monstrous sea creature from the deeps, almost all black from burst blood vessels, reddishly tinted, and utterly horrible.

Red beads lie glinting in the sink basin, on the spotless tiles. Little red eyes that wink up at him mercilessly.

Oh Hari

the blood seeps it keeps on seeping it won't stop

Another warm trickle. Tears, pink-tinted and salty, fall from him to join the blood below.

Oh Aki-san! You're being so mean! Oh wait, I made him do that. Whoops. Anyway now that my wireless internet works on my laptop, I can update from my house without logging onto university computers! Yay! Which means…updates! Now review!