Emotions

Chapter 6: A Rave, a Kiss, and a Vicious Confession

Disclaimer: Starwars: KOTOR II: TSL belongs to Lucas Arts, Bio-ware, and Obsidian.

Atton's POV

"What do you mean you won't let us in!" I yelled in annoyance. I glared at the huge, ugly, green Gamorrean bouncer in front of me. The giant oversized pig snorted and squealed. I growled in frustartion. I didn't understand a 'word' this overgrown nerf-herder said, but I could sense it was along the lines of 'You're not getting in this club, Human.'

A small gentle hand found it's place on my shoulder. I glanced back and looked down to Alanah. She glanced up at me, "Let me handle this." she said with a hint of mischievousness and impatience in her voice and walked in front of the Gamorrean.

I smirked, 'That sly little minx...'. I knew exactly what she was going to do. I've seen her do this a thousand times by now and I've seen this done from 'previous' past experiences. 'The Jedi and their mind tricks.' I frowned a little and stared at the ground when I started to reminisce about my past experiences with other Jedi. I started to feel sick to my stomach. I didn't want to think about back then. EVER. But, lately, those memories stirred in my mind. Then, I made the mistake of letting Kreia find out about my past. The old witch crawled her way into my subconscious and discovered my secret, and eventually used it to her advantage. I growled when I thought about the old hag. 'Damn old schutta...'

"Atton?" I looked up and saw Alanah with a worried expression on her face, "I got us in... are you okay?"

I grinned sheepishly, mentally placing my mask back on. "Nah... I'm fine... spaced out a little, y'know?" She simply nodded. "Let's get inside, shall we?" I grinned idiotically, grabbing her hand and leading her to the entrance. As we passed the Gamorrean bouncer, he waved and smiled stupidly. I raised an eyebrow and Alanah waved back at him. I looked back at her, "What did you do?"

Alanah smiled softly and winked, "Force Persuade has its 'after effects' on certain species."

"You're a sly one, Babe..."

In the club...

The fast music blared loudly, multicolored likes flashed, commotion of all languages were everywhere as we entered. To the far right, there was a long bar with lots of neon signs and lights everywhere. There booths and tables for groups to sit and drink, bar droids roaming around taking orders, and twi'lek waitresses too. The huge dance was covered with humans and aliens, alike; all danceing to the fast beat of the music the DJ played. There were even hovering platforms where Twi'lek dancers were dancing as spectators watched or danced along.

I looked down at Alanah, hoping she wasn't too overwhelmed by everything. She was looking around; her expression mixed with amazement and anxiety. She looked very cute. She noticed my stare and I grinned, "Wanna dance?" I offered, she blushed slightly, "And don't say you can't dance, 'cause I asked Bao-Dur about the dancer outfit you were wearing earlier. He told me everything." I laughed when she blushed heavily and muttered 'I'm going th force choke that Zabrak when I back to the ship...'

First we walked over to the personal item drop off. We handed our stuff to the Duro; which consisted of my two blasters, my ribbed jacket, Alanah's outer robe, and her light saber. He placed them in a locker for safe keeping, gave us some type of release form, and told Alanah to come back before we leave to retrieve our stuff.

We walked over to the middle of the dance floor. I grinned over to her. She looked embarrassed and just stood there. "I didn't think Jedi were scared to dance," She frowned and I grinned, "Or maybe you would prefer to dance in front of a Hutt instead of me." I teased. She finally gave in and started dancing when another fast beat song was played in the background. I watched her dance as I did. She moved perfectly to the beat of the music. She danced gracefully, yet seductive in the same time. It was like I was memorized. I watched her every movement and became hypnotized. 'She's a hell of a lot better than any Cantina dancer I've ever seen... and I've seen a lot...' I thought to myself.

We danced for what seemed like an hour or more. Our bodies were hot and sweaty from dancing and from the lights that beamed down on us. Even Alanah's hair wrap had become undone. Somewhere during the fifth song was playing, she had unwrapped it by herself. She then tied the ribbon around her left wrist. All that while still dancing gracefully. This was the side of Alanah anybody rarely saw. The side that let her guard down; simply living her life with worrying about the Jedi, the Sith, or saving the galaxy. For the first time, I saw her actually having fun, or laughing uncontrollably, or even smiling without a hint of sadness behind that smile. I smiled, 'And to think... I was the one that gave her this moment.' That made me feel great inside.

It was around the ninth song, we were dancing quiet close to each other. Then, some schutta ass wasn't paying attention and bumped into Alanah, which caused her to fall into my arms as I caught her. I glared over to who ever bumped into her, "Watch where you're going, Hutt-smut!" I looked down at her, "You okay?"

"I'm fine." she said as she slowly brought her head up to look up at me, while still clinging onto my arms.

Then it was like everything went slow motion and everything around us seemed to fade until their was only us. Her eyes met mine and we stared into each other's eyes, like we were both searching for something in the depths of them. Unknown to me, I had brought my right hand up and resting it on her cheek. I don't know if it was the force or something else, but whatever it was, it was slowly bringing Alanah and my face closer and closer until it was mere centimeters apart. Until... until our lips finally met each others. We were kissing. We kissed softly, but passionately- it was like all the tension that had formed between us lately had seemed to disappear in a snap. Her hands gripped onto the cloth of my sleeves, as if she was desperately trying to cling onto me. My right hand stayed on her cheek, while my left hand found its way around her slim waist and rested on her back. I wanted to stay this way forever with her, but I knew we both needed air soon. About a minute later, we slowly broke apart, breathing heavily from the lack of oxygen. All that was on my mind at that point was how much I wanted to crush my lips onto hers again- to feel her soft warm lips on mine once more. I couldn't describe the kiss. It just felt incredible- it felt so... so right. Our eyes stayed locked to each other's and there was a long silence.

"W-we..." Alanah breathed, "we should get back to the ship..." she whispered, breaking her gaze and started walking through crowd. I was left dumb founded, 'Wasn't that suppose to be the part where we were suppose to confess our feelings and start making out?' I sighed and followed her.

Alanah's POV

We walked out of the club in awkward silence after retrieving our possessions. I attached my light saber back into its original place on my belt and slipped into my robe. In the corner of my eye, I saw Atton put on his jacket and place his blasters onto their holsters. We walked in silence back to the direction of the Ebon Hawk.

The kiss was still fresh on my mind. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't help it. The warmth of his lips... the taste... the softness... the emotion emitted from both of us. I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time... love. I had almost forgotten how it felt like... to be kissed... to be loved and love in return. I had sworn myself after what happened during my exile, I wouldn't love again. I just didn't want to experience the pain from love again. But, here I was... falling in love with Atton... no... I'm not falling in love... I was already in love him. I should have realized that back on Dantooine... that night on the Enclave Ruins...

"Do not trust him... he is a murderer."

I stopped dead in my tracks when I remembered what that Twi'lek back in the Refugee Center said. "Something up?" I looked over at Atton, who looked at me with concern.

'What did that refugee mean? Atton... what are you hiding from me?' I avoided his gaze. We were standing near the center pit of Nar Shaddaa, near the entrance of the Refugee Center. I walked over to the center and leaned on the railing. "Atton... I need to know something..."

I felt his gaze on me, "All right," he walked over and leaned on the railing beside me, "what did you need to know?"

I kept my gaze down the center pit, "I met someone here on Nar Shaddaa, who say he knows you."

"Yeah? That's a surprise. Did he say I owed him credits too?" he chuckled. Something told me he was avoiding something... hiding...

"He says you're not 'Atton' at all. That you showed up on Nar Shaddaa during the Jedi Civil War."

"I'm as 'Atton' as 'Atton' will ever be!" he snapped, "And whoever your trusted informant is, he's right, I did show up on Nar Shaddaa during the Jedi Civil War... along with a lot of other refugees."

I turned to face him, keeping my right hand on the railing, and looked up at him, "Is there something you want to tell me?" I asked seriously.

"No, because you're asking about it," he sneered, facing me and shoving his gloved hands into his pockets, "If I wanted to tell you anything, I would have come and told you. Anything else?"

"Will you clam down? I just wanted to know. No harm meant." I said crossing my arms.

He looked at me disbelievingly, "Is this an interrogation?" he laughed, "If so, you're terrible at it, especially for an Ex-Jedi... or whatever you are." He looked at me coldly, "Why don't you just crawl in my head and try to dig out whatever you're looking for rather than asking about it?"

"Atton, you know I wouldn't do that." I tried to reassure him, "Anyways, if you got a problem, let's settle this right now."

"You know what? I helped you get off Peragus. If I hadn't been there, you wouldn't have gotten of the administration level." he gave out an aggravated sigh, "I'm trying to help you. I don't know why I'm bothering." he turned to leave, but I stopped him by softly grabbing his arm.

"Why are you trying to protect me?" I asked softly. 'Why did you stay? You could have left after Telos, but you decided to stay. Atton...' I thought to myself.

He sighed heavily, "I don't know, I'm not sure. I even don't understand it half the time."

I stared at him, "Atton... I just want to know where you were before you arrived on Nar Shaddaa."

"You know what?" he shrugged my hand off his arm, "Not once did I ask you about the Mandalorian Wars. Not once." He glared at me harshly, "I heard about Dxun. Everyone has. I heard about Serroco, and I sure as hell know about Malachor V. What makes you think you've got the right to interrogate me on anything? You've got plenty of lives to answer for- all you Jedi do."

I looked at him sadly, "I did a lot of things I wasn't proud of- and I am sorry for the lives that were lost, on both sides." Did he think I didn't regret what I did back in the War? Every day I regret... and guilt has not disappeared... I have lived with it for ten years now.

"How could you even live with yourself after Malachor? Is that why you went back to the Jedi Council? Hoping they'd kill you?"

I looked up at him, my eyes widened in disbelief, "It wasn't like that!" I yelled, defensively.

"Wasn't it? Maybe you thought they'd forgive you," he sneered, "Sure, you might have thought they'd execute you. But Jedi don't kill, do they? At least not their prisoners. Maybe you were counting on it when you went back in chains." he stepped forward, "So you got off easy- you were exiled, brushed under the cargo ramp, another dirty little Jedi secret." he walked only a few inches in front of me, leaned in so his mouth was next to my ear and said in a deadly and poisonous like whisper, "I'll tell you- all those Jedi at Malachor? They deserved it. Every last one of them."

He lifted his face and took a step away from me. My eyes were wide from shock as I looked at him. How could he say that! I stared at him, looking for any sign of remorse for what he said. There were none. He was emotionless. No regret. No pain. No nothing... I felt anger boil inside me.

SLAP!

I felt a single tear cascade down my cheek after I slapped him. My right hand tingled from slapping him so hard. I let my right had fall to my side and I balled my hands into fists. "How could you?" I whispered, "They did not deserve it!" my voice rose, clear with anger, "How you say something like that! Why would you say something like that!" I screamed.

SLAP!

My left hand tingled this time. Atton now had a sore red hand print on each cheek. I glared him angrily, but my vision was slightly blurred by tears threatening to fall. Atton hadn't moved from his spot. His face turned to the right(his right) from the impact of my slap. There was a deadly silence, in which the only thing that could be heard was the regular city commotion and our heavy breathing.

"Because," Atton said, turning his face to me, "Jedi lie. And they manipulate. And every act of charity or kindness they do. You can drag it out squirming into the light and see it for what it really is." he said, deathly clam, while rubbing one sore cheek., "The galaxy doesn't need Jedi arroganceor Jedi hypocrisy anymore."

"The Jedi are guardians of peace. They are not as you describe!" I argued back.

"The Jedi... The Sith... you don't get it, do you? To the galaxy, they're the same thing; just men and women with too much power, squabbling over religion, while the rest of us burn." he looked at me square in the eye, "At least the Sith are honest about what they're killing for. The Jedi are pacifists... except in times of war. They're teachers... except when it comes to telling their students the truth. And when they save you, it's only so you can suffer more."

I shook my head, disagreeing, "You're wrong, Atton. That is not the way of the Jedi."

He scoffed, "Whatever- just leave me alone. I don't know why I'm wasting time with you anyway." He turned to leave, to go back to the Ebon Hawk. I didn't stop him. I stood there, not moving an inch. I let the tears I held previously, finally fall. I stood there for a few minutes or more, until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the kind eyes of Master Zez-Kai Ell.

"Master Zez-Kai Ell! What are you doing here? I thought you were well on your way to Dantooine." I gasped, but not bothering to wipe my tears away.

"I was, but I sensed a great disturbance in you. So I came to investigate." he answered, "There is much confusion and distress in you. Come, we will meditate on this." he suggested, leading me to a different direction from my ship. I followed behind him.

Atton's POV

An hour later...

"Atton, where is she?" Mical asked.

I looked at him, annoyed, "I told you already- I don't know."

"But you were the last one seen with her! You and her go off to only the force knows where for hours, then you come back... without her!" Mical said, obviously worried to death.

I rolled my eyes, "Listen, we had a fight and I left. I don't know where she is now." And frankly, I don't gives a rat's ass right now.

Mical frowned, "Atton, if you don't remember, she had just been kidnaped a few hours ago. How could you just leave her?"

"Listen to yourself, you're like a lost little puppy without her? Pathetic." I sneered, "She's a big girl, she can take care of herself."

Mical was about to say something else when a loud and very angry voice yelled that literally shook the ship, itself. "WHERE IN THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT SCHUTTA ASSHOLE?"

Mical and I glanced at each other and headed for the main hold. As we entered, we encountered a frightened T3-M4, a displeased Kreia, an emotionless Visas, a worried Bao-Dur and Mira, and two annoyed droids; GO-TO and HK-47. Then, there was Alanah, with her back facing us, while she herself was facing the crew.

"Alanah!" I heard Mical gasp, relieved to see his master well and unharmed.

Alanah looked over her shoulder and reached for something in her robe- her silver single bladed light saber. She ignited it and ran over to me. I was knocked flat down on the ground, and the end of her light saber was very close to my throat, so close, I could feel the heat generating from it. I looked up at her, shocked. She glared down at me. She was clearly very mad and I... I was a dead man.

"Wow... he must've made her really mad." I heard Mira remark.

"Alanah what are you doing?" Mical asked, careful not to anger her even more.

"Interjection: Master if I must interfere for a moment, before you decimate the shaggy meatbag. Suggestion: Might I suggest the use of my services, as my assassination protocols would clearly be of use. Observation: And, this meatbag is clearly unworthy to be killed by the likes of you, Master. I would gladly do away with him, since he seems to displease you so much." HK suggested.

Alanah moved the blade away from my throat and took a step back, "Get up." she ordered clamly.

Hell, I may not have been the smartest person in the galaxy, but I'm smart enough to know when to follow orders from a enraged woman... an enraged female Jedi none the less. I staggered up, obediently. Alanah glanced over to HK-47, "HK," the droid walked over to his master, "While I deal with this schutta, I want you to guard the entranced to the cockpit and the security room. Shoot anybody who comes within one foot of you." she ordered, keeping her glare on me. The others looked at her shocked or frightened. She was dead serious about this.

"Proud Statement: Master, I am honored to be in your services." he said in a battle-ready voice, while quickly equipping his blaster rifle.

She glared coldly at me, "You. Me. Cockpit. Now." she ordered as she pointed her light saber straight at my chest.

I obeyed. I walked to the cockpit with her following me close behind, with her light saber still ignited and pointing to my back. We arrived at the cockpit, Alanah shut off her light saber, and turned to lock the cockpit door.

I leaned back to a wall and crossed my arms, "You didn't have to threaten me with a light saber, y'know?"

She turned around and crossed her arms, "Yeah, but I find I'm more persuasive with a light saber in my hand." she looked at me seriously, "Atton... I would like to know more about your past, especially if we're traveling together."

I knew this conversation would pop up eventually- it was inevitable. I sighed, "Well, don't get attached to me- I don't like it."

"I don't think we've done one thing you've liked since Peragus." she chuckled lightly.

"Well, you haven't seen anything yet." I combed through my hair with my hand, "I have this habit... I'm a deserter. It's what I do."

I saw her straighten, "Ok, now we're getting somewhere... So... you served in the war?"

I took a seat in the passenger seat that was behind the pilot's seat. "Served in both of them. Against the Mandalorians, before and after Revan, and again... when Revan declared war on the Jedi."

"You were a Sith?" she asked, disbelief in her voice.

"That's just a name- it's what we did that was important." I looked at her, seriously, "But, it was more than that- You were there, you knew how easy it was to hate the Jedi who sat back in the Republic 'evaluating' the threat... and watched us die against the Mandalorians."

She frowned, "Why did you desert?"

I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, "Because, you can't believe in the Republic anymore after the Mandalorian Wars. After Revan, nothing was the same. Right after that final battle at Malachor, I was right there with the rest of the defector, because it was the right thing to do."

She stepped forward, her hands balled into fists, "The right thing to do?" she questioned, "How was that the right thing to do? You took an oath to the Republic- what you did was betrayal! Not only that, but you answered war with war... What you did was wrong!"

I looked at her and stood up from my seat, "No, it wasn't. We needed the Jedi during the Mandalorian Wars, more than anything. The Mandalorians were slaughtering us by the millions. The millions. You were there at Serroco, when they turned the stereb cities into glass craters. At Duro, when basilisk war droids rained like Meteors onto the orbiting cities and when the Mandalorians set fire to the Xoxin plains on Eres III- the fires that still burn. Without the Jedi who turned on the Council- without you, the Republic would have lost the war, and we would all be Mandalorian slaves or corpses."

"That was no reason to start another war against the Republic and end more lives." she said quietly, while walking over to the other side of the cockpit, opposite of me, and keeping her back facing me. "Instead... you all became Sith..."

"If that's what you call knowing when to fight and when to kill, then yes, but you can't really break down people into Sith and Jedi and expect everything to make sense. We were loyal to Revan. That was enough. She save us."

She glanced back, "What happened next?"

"After Malachor, after the Mandlorian Wars, that's when the Sith teachings started spreading through the ranks. We knew where our loyalties lay- to the Jedi who came to help us, not the ones who sat back on Dantooine and Coruscant, watching us die. So when those Jedi who watched us die decided to fight us during the Jedi Civil War, we fought back. I fought back."

"You fought Jedi?" she said in disbelief, finally facing me.

"I didn't fight Jedi, I killed them. A lot of them." I saw her tense up, "People say killing Jedi is hard. It's not, you just have to be smart about it. No blasters, no getting close to them, no attacking them directly when you can gun down their allies instead. There's ways of gassing them, drugging them making them lose control, torturing them. I was really good at it." I stared straight into her eyes, "What's worse, is that killing them wasn't the best thing. Making them fall... making them see our side of it, that was the best." My voice was cold and vicious as I said that. It was the truth. Seeing those Jedi crumble and succumb to our side.

"How could you have killed Jedi?" she asked, her voice shaking as it tried to keep in control. I know she probably wanted to yell and scream at me right now. I saw her hands trembling slightly, I bet she was just itching to slap me again.

"I taught myself... techniques. It's hard for Jedi to sense what you're really thinking if you throw up walls of strong emotions and feelings. Lust, impatience, cowardice... most Jedi awareness doesn't cruise beyond the surface feelings, to see what's deeper. And I was good at that, throwing up walls, and my superiors knew it. Sometimes the Jedi on our side wouldn't even realize I was there." I knew she knew what I was talking about. She probably felt those emotions from me.

"Is that why you act the way you do?" she softly, avoiding my distant gaze.

"Part of it. Maybe it was always me. It had to tell sometimes. I haven't known who I am years." I chuckled lightly. I pitied and hated myself so much, sometimes. I've been lost all these years and I haven't come close to find out who I really am. "I wasn't the only one. I know you left at the Mandalorian Wars, so you don't know about what went on behind the scenes in the Jedi Civil War. But Revan understood one thing- the battle was going to be fought between the Jedi on both sides. That was the only battle that mattered."

"What do you mean?" she asked, slightly curious I guess.

"Whoever had the most, the strongest Jedi were going to win the Civil War. If Revan couldn't convert Jedi, then Reven would kill them. So Revan trained elite Sith Units into assassination squads, whose duty was to go out and capture enemy Jedi." I looked over to her, "I was in one of the special units trained to do this."

Her gaze remained onto the floor, "Capture Jedi? Not kill them?"

"Yeah, Revan had plans for all Jedi. I think it was important that the Jedi see her side of things, the Sith teachings. Revan wanted to break them. And have them join her."

She finally looked up to my face, but I avoided her eyes, "That doesn't sound like something one can just simply walk away from."

"It isn't, but one day... I decided not to do it anymore, so I left. Ended up on Nar Shaddaa, became some else." I admitted, finally allowing myself to meet her gaze.

She frowned slightly, "Why are you tell me this? You're telling a Jedi you kill Jedi?"

"Because you killed Jedi, too." she flinched slightly, "Different circumstances, but you have a bigger body count than I ever did. And I've been with you for only a short time, enough to know that as soon as someone signs on with you, they haven't have long to live. You've got history, and anyone who travels with you doesn't. And maybe... I wanted somebody to know who I was in case a story needs to be set straight. Maybe you understand..." Or at least, I hope you did...

There was a long silence between us. The only thing that could be heard was a random beeping from the controls or computers. The silence was driving me mad inside. I wanted her to say something... anything.

"...I," she said in a soft whisper, "... I need some time to think about this..." she said, she made her way over to the cockpit door and unlocked it.

I stared solemnly at her, "... Take your time- I have..."

She gave one last look at me before leaving- her expression haunting me to my very soul. Her expression was a mixture of emotions; confusion, hatred, uncertainty... and one emotion that was the most dominant... sadness.

And knowing I had caused that pain- that sadness... it made me hate myself even more...

Author's Note: TEN PAGES THIS TOOK! TEN! And, that's without the Reviewer Responses or Author's Notes... Well, I hoped you all liked it. This is the hardest I have ever worked on a chapter. I made sure I had Atton's dialog just right for his confessions. That means going back to the game and writing his dialog by hand. Did that sound confusing, because that did to me. Ok, let me elaborate. I have a save file from just before Atton's confession in my X Box, so I went back to it played through it again. I took three breaks during the middle of his confession, so I could go to the 'journal' and copy it his dialog into paper. Yup, hand written... anyways... it took about three days to hand write everything, because my brother keeps kicking me off the X Box and I was still writing the beginning of this chapter. Good thing school is finally out. I could have very well searched on the internet for Atton's dialog, but I needed to see the Exile's dialog options during his confession. Which was very important, because I changed some of her dialog to display some strong emotions- anger, hate, etc, etc, you know the deal, so she doesn't sound boring, like, "Oh wow... what happened next?". Like it did in the game. Spiced it up a bit you could say. I'm very proud of this chapter I must say. Though Atton's confession isn't complete just yet, it's going to be in the next chapter. I purposely left out the part where Atton tells the Exile about the Jedi who saved him and saw the error of his ways. It's a very important part in the next chapter. As for the beginning of this chapter. I had fun writing it. Especially about the Rave and Atton&Alanah's first kiss. The rave scene was inspired by a picture from this EXTREMELY talented artist, who draws ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT KOTOR fanart. Her name is Aimo, BTW. Some of you probably heard about her if you visited the Obsidian forums or the Unofficial KOTOR FanMedia forums. And, the kissing scene was totally last minute and thought up from the top of my head. I wasn't planning on having a kissing scene so early for this story, but I thought it fit in quiet nicely. Let's say, it was like getting desert before dinner or a romantic light hearted moment, before the drama and chaos. Also, a little hint of something happening during Alanah's exile. It'll be confronted in a future chapter. And if you didn't notice, I let Alanah slap Atton... TWICE. Don't look at me weirdly, you can't say you didn't feel like bitch slapping him after his most vicious confession. :pout: Atton got off lucky, I intended for more Atton slapping, but I'm not that evil. Well, maybe I am, but... oh just leave me alone and leave a review already!
Reviewer Responses

Melanie K. Schultz- Thank you for reading my story and reviewing. I'm glad you like it!

N. Snicket- Another Asian w/ the wrapped bun and braids avatar user, hazzah! Thanks for the review! And thank you very much for leaving a review for almost all of my chapters so far. You don't know how much I truly appreciate it.

Nini N.Snicket's Sis- Thank you for reviewing, much appreciated! Yes, I don't think Lucas Arts likes us fangirls very much. Seeing as they didn't give us a blank kissing scene with Carth back in KOTOR 1 and gave us a sucky romance plot in KOTOR 2. Seriously, would it kill them to give us fangirls some appreciation. At least the lack of a romance plot in KOTOR 2 gave me inspiration for this fic.

Kuramas Girl Angel- Reading your reviews always gives me motivation to keep writing. Your friggin' full of awesome-ness! Thanks for reviewing. :huggles: Loved your story, BTW!

ApatheticSoul- Thank you for reviewing and I'm so happy you liked my story!

lala land- Thanks for the review. The Dark side must be taking over me or something. I feel so evil after the sixth chapter.

THANK YOU TO ALL MY WONDERFUL REVIEWERS AND READERS AS WELL! You guys rock!