Eureka! I got it!
Chapter V: Dinner Plans
Author's Note: Wow I'm already up to Chapter V. Thanks you guys! It's great motivation to write when everyone wants to read more. I was surprised that before this one I haven't seen any Mackwell and Misty Lear fics. Ah, well now that People read my fic I hope it motivates some of you as well. XD I'm still deciding when to end this fic… maybe the next chapter will be the last.
Act I: Daddy and I
Aqua was worried… this was the first time she ever felt this way. Her father, Evia, was now paler and more timid than usual. This was probably the first time Aqua ever worried about her father… Usually it was the other way around. Evia ate very little during the meals, he also worked very little and he spent most of his time cooped up in his room at home. Sometimes Aqua would hear him crying till he fell asleep from exhaustion. It's been almost 4 days… He was thin, he was pale, he was always crying. Aqua was pretty lonely nowadays. His father hasn't been making any money recently, and his ranking in the Inventor's guild was faltering as well. Sooner or later Aqua began to get into depression as well…
Hey, 5 days of watching your father being depressed and starving himself while drowning in tears will do that to you. Aqua not only felt lonely... but it began to hurt. Guilt does that to you, I suppose.
"Is it my fault?" Aqua asked, "Is this all my fault?"
Aqua was on her small bed in her room. She was surrounded by toys and gifts that her father showered her with. She held her arms over her legs and in her hand was a small baby tiger doll that her father made. She liked to dress up the tiger as a princess and its name was Muna. She began to cry… to herself. The tears flowing down her cheeks. Her silent sobs could barely be heard but sure enough, Little Aqua was crying her eyes out.
Evia quietly got out of his room. It was time for Aqua's dinner… he didn't want his only daughter to starve. She was still his most precious treasure in the world. But what he saw that day… it tore him apart. His Aqua, His little Princess was with a boy! She's too young! Evia wanted her all to himself, she was his daughter. He loved it when he made her laugh; he enjoyed spending time with her and giving her anything in the world. He wanted her to feel like a princess, he wanted her to feel loved, feel special. He didn't want to lose her like he did with his wife… Evia was about to enter Aqua's room with a tray of food but he paused. He could hear her quiet sobs and whispers… He listened.
"It's my fault isn't it?" Aqua hugged the doll, "Just like with Mommy… was that my fault too? Is it my fault she's gone and daddy's all alone?"
The doll of course didn't answer. It was made of soft polyester and velvet. It had a small crown on its fuzzy head and a smile. It was orange with small black stripes and patches.
"My Daddy hates me…" Aqua cried, "But…I want my daddy! I miss my Daddy! I don't want to see him cry!"
Evia froze… she was blaming herself. Evia couldn't help but have tears stream down his eyes. His princess, his special daughter was crying… Evia never heard her cry like this before… She was always so rebellious, independent and defiant. Just like how her mother was before her.
"Like… when Daddy lost his job…" Aqua whispered to her doll, "Muna, Daddy lost his job for me, remember? … Am I a bad girl?"
The Doll once again didn't reply.
"Aqua…" Evia whispered to himself as he sunk down. His back to the wall, the door to his daughter's room was right beside him. Evia is making his poor daughter cry just because he was overprotective. Because he was selfish and didn't want to share his intelligent, precious daughter, but now here she was… crying. The tray of food in Evia's hands was trembling slightly.
Suddenly, the Small Inventor's Compact Communicator began to Ring. The loud familiar beeping echoed in the house. Aqua quickly got up and crawled out of bed. Her daddy's communicator was going off… She hurriedly walked out of the room. She didn't notice her father was there. He was pale, his hair hung loosely around his thin face. He watched as his daughter quickly removed her tears and answered the Signal.
"Hello?" Aqua picked up the communicator.
"Aqua?" The voice was that of a girl's.
"Oh, Hi Welch." Aqua gave a small smile as she saw the Host of the Inventor's guild.
"How are you doing, Aqua? Where's your father today?" Welch asked.
"My papa?" Aqua asked.
"Yes, I'm here to report that the Peterny Workshop is as good as new with repair and you and your father are set to go back to work." Welch announced.
"Umm… Papa is sick right now." Aqua lied quickly, "He has a fever."
"Aww… that's too bad." Welch shook her head, "Tell him I said, to feel better, ok?"
"Ok." Aqua replied.
"His Inventor's ranking is falling behind greatly… you should warn him."
"I will." Aqua replied once again.
"Well, if you're bored and your father says its okay, then you can come down to the Inventor's guild." Welch suggested, "We got some new candy."
"Umm…" Aqua began to think.
Evia watched his daughter. She seemed almost grown up. He knew that his daughter loved to play with Welch and the Old Guild master all the time. They were nice to her and gave her free candies and chocolates. Would she really go to them today?
"I think I'll pass…" Aqua replied, Evia was surprised by his daughter's answer. "I don't want to leave my sick Daddy."
"Ah, Ok then." Welch smiled, "I hope your daddy feels better and we'll wait for him to come back to work."
Evia slowly got up. There was no point in being depressed. If he was depressed his daughter would be too. He gently placed the tray of food on the table and walked over to his daughter. Evia put his hand on Aqua's shoulder. Aqua looked up and smiled at her father. Evia picked up the compact communicator and put a small smile on his face. Before Welch could end her call Evia picked up.
"Don't wait too long." Evia replied. Welch almost jumped in surprise, "I'll be back to work, first thing tomorrow."
"Mr. Evia, Sir!" Welch almost jumped. "Are you feeling better?"
Evia gave his daughter a hug and smiled, "Yes, I feel great, never better."
"Well, I hope to see you bright and happy tomorrow!" Welch replied, "Have a good night."
"Good night." They both replied. The Screen on the small Communicator turned off. The house was once again silent. Aqua took her Dad's hand.
"Daddy, your not mad are you?" Aqua asked.
"Of course not…" Evia crouched down and hugged his daughter, "I could never be mad at you, my most precious Aqua."
"Ok…" Aqua hugged her Dad back, "By the way, Papa."
"Hmm?" Evia asked.
"Mind feeding me now? I'm kind of hungry."
Aqua asked. Both Evia and Aqua's stomach growled.
"Of course…" Evia smiled as he put on an apron and got to work on dinner. Evia happily watched and helped around in the kitchen. Evia began to cook Aqua's favorite meal, Some Sweet Curry, Biscuits and Pasta, and finally, Sweet Potatoes for Dessert. Aqua quickly set the table as Evia let the food cool they were almost ready for a nice relaxing dinner.
Ring Ring Ring
Evia looked up, "Visitors? At this hour?"
"Who is it Daddy?" Aqua asked.
"I have no idea…" Evia walked up to the door and quickly unlatched the locks. Both Evia and Aqua were quite surprised who it was. Standing outside of their door at 8:00 at night was a small boy. He had glasses, light colored hair and in his hands were a basket of flowers. The boy was Mishell from the Inventor's guild.
"Good evening…" Mishell bowed. "Err… I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Evia…"
"Oh, it's you…" Evia looked down at the short boy.
"I'm sorry to come unannounced…" Mishell replied, "I just wanted to give you these flowers… to tell you I'm sorry…" He nervously scratched his eyes under his thick glasses.
"Mishell, what are you doing here?" Aqua asked.
"Oh, just to say sorry to your dad…" Mishell handed the basket of flowers over. "It really wasn't what it looked like, sir… She wanted my apple so I err…"
"I see…" Evia nodded, "Well thank you for the gifts…"
"Daddy, Mishell isn't bad! I was hungry so I ate his apple, that's all." Aqua grabbed her father's hand and began to swing it back and forth.
"I understand." Evia replied. "I'm sorry for overreacting you two."
"Well then, I should go on my way." Mishell bowed, "Good night."
Mishell turned around as he began to walk away. Evia looked down at the flower basket in his hand and began to think…
"Hey wait!" Evia called. Mishell quickly turned around.
"Yes?" Mishell asked.
"How about you have dinner with us?" Evia asked, "If you haven't eaten Supper that is…"
"Really?" Mishell asked. His face brightened and for the first time in a while he felt like being a kid.
"Yeah…" Evia smiled, "We have plenty of dinner to go around."
"He can really eat with us, Daddy?" Aqua asked, surprised at the answer of her father.
"Of course, that is… unless Mishell has any objections?" Evia smiled.
"Of course not! I mean… I'd be happy to join you for dinner!" Mishell replied.
"Well then," Evia walked in holding hands with the two children, "Let's get to eating then…"
"Daddy, are you feeling alright?" Aqua asked as they sat themselves around the small table.
"Of course, honey." Evia smiled, "I'm always happy when I'm with you."
For the first time in a long time Aqua actually smiled at her father's somewhat overly loved talk. Mishell who watched them smiled as well... it was nice to see such a strong relationship between father and daughter. He reached over for some Pasta.
"Dibs on the Noodles!" Mishell laughed as he swiped the pasta before Aqua could get her fork in some.
"Hey, that's mine!" Aqua complained.
"I don't see your name on it!" Mishell replied eating the pasta.
"Fine then." Aqua stuck her tongue out at Mishell, "I get all the biscuits and curry. Nyah!"
"That's not fair!" Mishell snapped.
"Now, now, children." Evia tried to calm the two children down, "Let's share like good boys and girls."
The two children stared at each other... then they both looked up at Evia. A small mischievous smile appeared on their faces.
"You like Biscuits, daddy?" Aqua asked.
"Do you like Pasta, Mr. Evia?" Mishell asked.
"Why of course." Evia replied.
"Then let's EAT!" They both tossed food at each other then at Evia not long after. Food was tossed back and forth through the room and laughter could be heard. Evia learned that his daughter really does love him... and Aqua learned that his father loved her as well. And Mishell... well let's just say dinner is much more fun with friends. (Psychodog cries... No... Not the Food... Spare the food! so hungry...)
Act II: Mackwell's Feelings
Even when you deny it, the truth still hides somewhere in the heart... deep down inside.
The Night sky was dark. The Air was cold and heavy. Mackwell ran through the streets of Aquios... the Dark Streets looked somewhat eerie at night. The only light were the dim glows from the residents of Aquios and some lamp posts outside. Mackwell breathed deep, he was running through the main street at night. Not only was it very dangerous... but he could catch a cold in such a weather. These didn't matter to him. He needed to find someone, fast. Misty Lear was gone... Mackwell didn't understand. He didn't understand why he was running through the streets in such a frantic state in the first place. He couldn't understand why the fact that Misty Lear being missing was making him so upset... he never felt this way before. Something about that last letter infuriated him.
You will Never see her...
This Beauty will never again see the light of day
She will remain with us...
My apologies for being the bearers of bad news
We won't allow it... Never...
You are ours... and ours alone.
Mackwell wasn't stupid. He knew who wrote that note... It was one of those rabid suitors. They were raving with jealousy ever since Janice Janine spread the news, ever since they saw her enter and leave his house so freely, and ever since he made Misty Lear and Eliza lunch. His biggest guess was that it was Janice Jeanine...She was wealthy, one of the last noblewomen. Her grandfather was extremely wealthy... He lived in Peterny and traveled the country for a while. Mackwell met this elderly man a few years ago... Janice Janine was probably the ring-leader of this kidnapping operation. Well, Mackwell was not only disturbed rather, he was angry. Never before was he this upset... Mackwell was always so calm and collected. This was the last time... they went too far.
He knew where Janice Janine lived. She lived on the other side of Aquios. Mackwell already went there to find the place empty. The House maid told him that she was in the Palace. So here he is now, Mackwell was out of breath. The Aquios palace looming above him. Mackwell pulled his askew cloak over his shoulders as he silently walked his way up to the palace. Surprisingly, the palace wasn't empty... He immediately walked his way towards the library. Once again, he came to Miss Leila, the Librarian.
"Good evening, Mackwell sir... how can I help you?" Leila asked.
"I was wondering... Miss Leila, have you seen Miss Janice Janine?" Mackwell asked.
"Janice Janine...? You mean the noble lady Janine?" Leila began to think hard, "I do believe she was here..."
"How long ago?" Mackwell jumped, "Where? And when?"
"Well... she dropped by a few hours ago... I'm not sure if she's still here..." Leila replied, slightly startled.
"A few hours ago..." Mackwell once again was deep in thought... He dropped by the Workshop Earlier... but Eliza already informed him that she left at 7:00 Sharp... It was 8:30 now... Mackwell closed his eyes.
"I see...Thank you for your assistance, Miss Leila..." Mackwell replied dully. He was about to make his way out of the room. Leila watched, concerned with the grief stricken Mackwell. She nervously pushed up her small glasses between her eyes.
"Umm... I..." Leila began, "Mister Mackwell...sir... I'm not quite sure... If this would be of any use to you but... She was here, I mean Miss Janine was here... with a group of other girls."
Mackwell nodded, "Thank you very much, Miss Leila."
Mackwell didn't know what to do. He leaned by the Library door. His arms crossed and his eyes closed. He couldn't concentrate, everything was a blur, everything was moving too fast! Well he knew one thing, those girls are deffinitely behind all of this. But to track them down would be impossible... they could be anywhere on this Continent by now! He rested his head in his arms, a headache was returning... his breath was once again heavy. Running around all night in such a hurry was probably bad for him. He was never the strongest man... beyond anything he preffered his mind over might.
"You don't look so good, hon'." A voice appeared.
"It's because I've been looking for you." Mackwell replied. His head was still in his arms, he didn't have to see to know who he was talking to. The Woman's voice was too familiar to forget. Standing above him was Miss Janice Janine.
"Really? Mind if I sit next to you?" Janice asked. "You're not going to scare me off with another explosion are you?"
"No." Mackwell replied. His voice was becoming raspy, his chest was plagued by sharp pains.
"So why do you look so gloomy, Mackwell honey?" Janice asked.
"I'm not quite sure..." Mackwell responded. His voice was becoming more strained.
"You're probably wondering where that girl is..." Janice whispered,
"... Yeah probably..." Mackwell spoke with a dull tone.
"Just to let you know, hon' I have no idea where she is either..." Janice replied. She pushed the long hair back. "Scary isn't it?"
"You weren't involved in her kidnapping?" Mackwell asked.
"Nope," Janice looked concerned at Mackwell. Her brown amber hair was no longer in any wild curls and her face was no longer covered in Make-up. She wore simple clothes too. She looked exactly the same as when they first met. Mackwell didn't know why she changed back then... "Look, I wouldn't do that. I would never want you to be unhappy..." She looked down at her hands, "If Mackwell is happy, I'm happy too. If I made Mackwell honey unhappy then... well you know."
"Is that so...?" Mackwell's face was still hidden in his arms. His pale face was slowly reddening, the illness was slowly returning. It was stress... too much stress at once was bad.
"They wanted me to help in their schemes but..." Janice put her arms over Mackwell's shoulders. "I don't want to see my poor, Mackwell all sad and hurt."
"I'm not a child, Janice Janine." Mackwell pulled away quickly. His face was flushed and red. Janice smiled softly as she saw his sickened red face.
She looked down. "I have a question... Mackwell." Janice Janine whispered. "Do you mind answering it?"
"What is it?" Mackwell asked.
"Do you promise to answer the question?" Janice asked.
"What is it?" Mackwell repeated his first question.
"Do you... well... Do you love that woman? That Miss Lear?" Janice asked.
"W-why do you ask something like that?" Mackwell asked. Janice bore such a serious and shy expression. It was very unlike her...
"I understand if you do," Janice smiled, "I mean, she's lovely, polite and very attractive... you two looked so perfect."
"..." Mackwell stared. She was silently crying... Her small tears streamed from her crystal-like eyes.
"How silly," Janice brushed her tears away, "Look at me crying, and I'm suppose to be a lady? When I saw you two... it was so perfect, I couldn't help but feel so envious."
"I really want to know." Janice replied. "So, Mackwell... I'll repeat my question. Do you love her? Do you love that Miss Lear?"
"Well..." Mackwell stared in the pleading eyes of Janice, He paused. "Yes... I believe I do... I just don't... understand yet."
"Well, thank you for an honest answer." Janice placed her Hand on Mackwell's, "I'll step aside then... By the way... Good luck and take care of yourself, alright?"
"Thank you..." Mackwell replied. He was mildly surprised at her new change in attitude.
"Hey Mackwell... I don't know much but... I think I know a way I can help." Janice replied.
"How so?" Mackwell asked.
"Hmm... well... let's just say you have to tune in on some recent news." Janice answered. "It's a bad clue but you'll find her eventually."
"Well, it's not much." Mackwell slowly got up. "But it's something, thank you... Miss Janice."
"Anything, for you hon'." She waved as she walked down the hall. "By the way, you should always look up on the brighter side of these things! Jealousy is the evil in women, remember that!"
Mackwell watched as what was one of his most Rabid and greatest admirers disappear around the Corner. Mackwell's hand was placed over his chest, the pain was slowly relieving... He could feel his heartbeat. The Clock in the Library struck 9:00... It was late. Mackwell stood up, he brushed his silver hair back. Coversing with Janice was new... But it gave him confidence... Mackwell's pain slowly eased. His head was still overflowing with thoughts but he can still think somewhat clearly. It seemed... getting Misty Lear back and fixing up his dinner plans was going to be harder than he thought. It was time to think clearly... no one messes with Mackwell's dinner plan and gets away with it!
Act III Part 1: Dark and Lonely Places
Misty Lear slowly stirred awake. She could smell the heavy scent of smoke... It was dark, it was cold and it was lonely. Her hands were bounded behind her with what looked like a thick rope. They cut into her wrists and were heavily knotted... It was impossible for her to release herself. Her mouth was covered and she could see nothing. Wherever she was, it was dark and secluded. She would panic and worry... but that wouldn't get her anywhere at all. So there she was, calmly sitting in what looked like a confined space. There was a small barred window and beyond it she could see the dark night sky. She must be in some kind of wagon... The Forest was moving past her.
She could see the dark trees all around. In the Night sky she could hear the howling of wolves. A lonely howl. The wolf was probably seperated from its pack, its family and friends. Misty Lear couldn't help but feel the same way. She was alone as well. The floor was clean enough... but some musty smell was lingering in this place. She couldn't really tell what it was... it smelled bitter. She remembered well what happened... and how she happened to be here. Though, she really didn't know where "here" is.
She was working in the Aquios workshop. For most of the day she spent her time helping Eliza with another project. Carefully keeping an eye out on the clock. Misty Lear couldn't wait for it to be 7:00... To display her grattitude she attempted to do some crafting. After many hours of hard work she created a glass cat... Sadly, when she left... she was ambushed. Everything was a blur, all she knew was that she smelled an expensive and very strong perfume before she blacked out. Expensive perfume... somehow, she knew that didn't bode well at all. Now here she is... she doesn't even know where. Let alone, where her glass cat was.
It was those women... Misty Lear thought, How troubling...
From outside she could hear a loud clatter as the wagon stopped in a halt. She peered out of the window... She could just see the trees that surrounded the area. There weren't many but it was chilly... Cliffs surrounding all over. She must be near Airyglyph... That would explain the abnormally cold temperature as well as the Mountains... Whoever was driving the wagon was walking over. She quickly sat back and inched toward the opposite wall. A great deal of distance between herself and the door.
"Did you hear something?" A Deep voice asked.
"Hear what?" Another asked.
"I heard something moving... maybe the cargo is awake." The voice was that of a man.
"It doesn't matter... what can she do? Scream? HAH!" The second voice replied.
"Did you see that broad's face? She's a real looker! The only one for tonight's shipping!"
"Heh, she may be the only one for tonight's shipping but we picked up plenty this morning..." The second man gruffed.
"Atleast we get paid for this shit job." The Second man spat.
Who were these men? Misty Lear thought. She couldn't help but feel afraid... The Man peered into the window of the Wagon. He was a big man, he sure didn't look very clean. His eyes gleamed in glee and hunger as he eyed Misty Lear. Misty Lear desperately hid her fear as she stared defiantly at her current kidnappers... The Last thing she wanted to do was show that she was afraid...
"Well, well." The Man replied with a greedy smile, "Looks like the sleepin' beauty is awake and kickin'!"
"Sal, will you hurry the hell up? We gotta get the girl to the place, right now!"
"Alright ya, Bastard! I'm coming!" The Man yelled. He then grabbed the bars and peered through. "You be a good wench and just maybe we won't hurt ya too badly." He blew what seemed to be a kiss. Misty lear gave a disgusted expression. Obviously the man didn't notice. It was too dark and her mouth was covered. He banged on the Bars and the Wagon made a sharp bump.
"Boo! HAhaha!" The Man laughed.
What have I gotten into? Misty Lear sighed to herself. She couldn't help but feel bad... She probably kept Mackwell waiting for a long time... She found a clean spot on the floor and rested her head. She was coming down with a headache from all the moving and rocking of the wagon. I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Mackwell... She could only guess what was going to happen to her. And all of her options seemed terrible... all far worse than the last. She wished it was just a nightmare...
Act III Part 2: Time is of the Essence
What did Janice Janine tell him? Mackwell was once again in the Library. His arm clutching the book that once belonged to Professor Elena. In it was also his schedule... Janice Janine... she told him to tune in on Recent news. Other than the fact that his jealous admirers has done this terrible deed this was the only clue he had. He walked over to the Library and requested that Leila would gather all the information she had on recent news. Leila ran around the Library hunting for articles and Newpaper clippings. There were alot... Mackwell skimmed through the articles. Janice Janine's clue was very vague... but it matters not.
Everlasting peace was created between Two Countries...
"No, that's not it..." Mackwell tossed that article aside.
Greeton's Latest Technology update!
"no, not that either..." He put that article aways as well.
Noble woman has finally given birth to TRIPLETS!
"What the heck does that have to do with anything?" Mackwell tossed that one aside as well.
The Reopening of the Bequerel Mines...
"Irrelevant." Mackwell placed it on the ever-growing useless information pile.
New Pirate Paves the Way to Mischief and Fortune!
"Slightly amusing but not that important either..." Mackwell added more to the growing pile.
Current Weather Update
"I have no need to know the weather at the moment..." Mackwell sighed. Nothing was interesting...
"Mr. Mackwell..." Leila appeared, "We have no more articles available, sir."
"Are you sure?" Mackwell asked.
"Well... the Peterny Newspaper only started a few weeks ago..." Leila replied nervously, "It's a new test project..."
"Are you sure there are no new articles?" Mackwell asked. "I desperately need it..."
"Well..." Leila walked over to her desk, "We do have this morning's newspaper..." She handed over the sheets of paper. "Though, I'm not quite sure if you want that recent a date..."
"Let me have it, please." Mackwell asked. Leila handed him the paper. He skimmed through the pages and paused... His eyes widened. He found it... On the third page of the Peterny Newsletter was a very interesting... yet terrible information. He shook his head... no this can't be it... but... It's the only thing he could think of...
"Where did you get this?" Mackwell asked Leila.
"Well, I found it on my desk earlier today..." Leila replied, "Someone might've left it. I thought it was interesting and read the papers."
"This is it!" Mackwell took the articles and placed it in his book. "May I borrow this?"
"Yes... of course." Leila replied nervously.
"It's a clue... Miss Janice must have left it..." Mackwell walked out of the door and made his way down the halls of Aquios Palace. He was absorbed in the information that was printed on the sheets of paper. But... the more he read the article the more serious it became. And the more serious it became, the more concerned he was. If this was what miss Janine was talking about... then Miss Lear was in big trouble...
30 Young Girls Kidnapped and Disappeared
Recently many disappearances of young women have been reported throughout the Country.
So far 6 women have disappeared throughout the trading town of Peterny, 4 from Waterfront City, Arias, 7 from the Mining town of Kirlsa, 3 from Sacred City of Aquios as well as 10 women from Airyglyph.
"This was no ordinary disappearance case," Crimson Blade Agent Nel states, "They were all reported missing at the same time the night before... It is highly likely that someone is rounding up young woman for who knows what."
"Keep all security locked tightly and keep the women at home," King Arzei of Airyglyph warned, "We the Military of Aquaria and Airyglyph will handle this case and discover who is behind such a misdeed."
If Such Disappearances continue then the military will have no choice but to take action...
"Young women... rounded up..." Mackwell muttered. "All disappeared at night for unknown reasons."
Mackwell was putting two and two together... The rabid admirers had to try and get rid of Miss Lear... Plus, Miss Janine's Clue... The operation is being conducted at night... Miss Lear disappeared that evening. This was bad... If she was kidnapped like these reported women... then...
"I'm running out of time." Mackwell groaned.
"Ok..." Mackwell sighed, "This is a good first step," He got up and made his way out of Aquios Palace.
Mackwell knew what happened. The only thing he doesn't know is where she is...
"I need help." Mackwell stared down at the article in his hand. Next to the text was a small photo of a young Aquarian Warrior. She had Short Crimson hair and Violet eyes. In her hands were a pair of daggers. He gave a small smile, The Crimson Blade, Nel Zelpher of Aquaria. Ever since her return she was busy keeping order in the kingdom. Believe me... she's been doing a darn good job at it too. Mackwell crumpled the article and put it in his robe pocket. "And I know just where to get some."
Ok, first off... I AM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG! I've been crazy busy lately. My deepest apologies also, this chapter wasn't that great... hopefully it added some suspense to the story. XD Anyway, hopefully I'll do well on my exams tomorrow and I'll be free to type some more fics for everyone. Stay in touch! Thanks!
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GOMENESAI!