NOTE: Alright people, there is something that has been brought up that I wish for you to remember. The point of this story is that it is a KAIBA BROS.xAnzu story. This means that there will be romance, fluff and scenes with EVERY SINGLE DANG KAIBA! There will be SetoxAnzu scenes! NoaxAnzu scenes! And even MokubaxAnzu scenes! If you don't like a certain couple, be it SxA, NxA, or MxA, and they happen to be devoted to in a certain chapter, DON'T GET ANGRY WITH ME AND/OR FLAME ME! The love "triangle" is the purpose for the story. You are free to mentally disagree with the shown couple, however, frankly, until the votes end (and they haven't started yet), I don't give a…a…dang. And people, if I wasn't so hard-core bent against cussing, I'd say something else. But that's just what I wanted to stress. Not every chapter will be a couple you like. Or maybe you'll be tolerant with ALL of them. This would be my wish, so that in a review, you might say, "Aww, that was cute," or "That was awesome!" I dunno. I know you are entitled to your own opinions but don't blame me for them. Can I stress that enough?

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 4: Score a Date

Anzu woke up, and stared at the ceiling. Where was she again? Oh, that's right. She was back in Domino…in her new penthouse. She smiled. This was going to be such a great year. She could feel it.

Anzu hopped out of bed, and retrieved her silk robe. A short trip to that garden up top would start the day nicely. She passed by the kitchen and noticed her purse on the table. Something registered in her mind.

"Oh! I totally forgot to turn my cellphone on. Larry's gonna kill me," Anzu said, running over to her purse. She switched on her cellphone. As if on cue, it immediately rang. She looked at the number.

Anzu sighed. As if she hadn't been expecting this.

She flipped up the phone, "Hello? Anzu speaking."

"Anzu, darling! Where have you been? I've been trying to call you for two days now!" Larry Marnar's voice called from the other line.

"Sorry Lar, I forgot to turn the phone on after the plane ride. You know, you can't really call from the plane. It messes up the electronics-"

"I know, I know. Tell me, Anzu, are you alright? Do I need to send over a bodyguard or two? Did you make it safely? Was that Devlin man there to pick you up? Did you get into your new home-"

"Lar, calm down!" Anzu retorted, back into the phone. She sighed. Her manager was way too protective of her. She pitied Mrs. Marnar. She wondered how much Larry protected her. And their son, too. Laurence Jr., or, again, Larry. He was the one that people called Larry most times. Everyone else called his father Lar.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. The trip went well, Duke was there to pick me up, and I got into my new penthouse. I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. No body guards are needed here."

Lar sighed in relief, "Oh, that's good. Why didn't' you turn your phone on, after you got off the plane? You were supposed to have landed around three o' clock there, weren't you?"

"Yes, and I did. I just met some old, unexpected friends. And then, Duke took me over to one of my other friend's houses, and they had planned a little Welcome home Surprise Party for me. It was really sweet," Anzu smiled.

"How nice," Lar said, sincerely. "Well, I believe that's over with. I just wanted to check up on our little famous Anzu," he replied.

"I know," Anzu replied, smiling into the phone.

"Remember, contact me every day. I need to know how you are. If you have any trouble, call me, or someone else near you for help," Lar explained.

"Yes, Lar, I know," Anzu replied. Honestly, the guy was like a second father to her.

"And…might you, well, send some pictures of Domino, or your new home back here? I'd like to see the sights and everything," Lar asked.

"Sure! After all, I owe you for getting me off of a year of work," Anzu answered.

"Yes…" Lar sounded slightly unsure at the moment. Anzu furrowed her brows.

"Is something wrong? I…am off of work for the year…right?" Anzu inquired, suspiciously.

"What? Oh, yes, of course! Well, I must go now," Lar ended.

"Alright. Bye Lar," Anzu said.

"Bye dear. Oh, and…Larry wishes to speak with you," Lar added.

"Oh…sure," Anzu replied. She mentally groaned. The kid was soooooo annoying! He tried asking her out; going out for "friendly" dinners, and sometimes, Anzu swore he tried to lay the moves on her. Yeah, he was a nice kid, but Anzu didn't feel for him in that way.

"Anzu, my dear! How are you?" Larry Jr.'s voice suddenly appeared on the other end of the line.

"I'm fine," she replied simply.

"Ah, that's good, that's good. Say listen, I was thinking-"

"It was great to chat with you, Larry, but I've really got to go," Anzu suddenly said, not wanting to talk anymore with him. He bothered the heck out of her in America; she wanted him out of her life in Japan.

"What? Where are you going?"

"I…have to meet someone," Anzu retorted.

"Who?"

"No one…just a friend," she answered. Lord, why was he such a pest? Digging into people's lives like that.

"Which friend?"

"Uh…" Anzu looked around quickly. In her lie, she was briefly having a brain lapse over the names of her friends. She looked out one of the windows she had opened, seeing a large mansion across the fields. "Kaiba…Mokuba Kaiba." It was true; Mokuba was a friend. But, she had lied about meeting him, of course. She just wanted Larry off the phone.

"Mokuba…Kaiba!" Larry's voice sounded completely shocked.

"Yeah, gotta go, bye!"

"But Anzu-" and with that, Anzu shut her phone off. She slumped into a chair. Sometimes, she really hated Alexander Graham Bell for inventing the phone.

She looked out the window again, and then down at the phone.

"Tch, yeah right. I'm meeting Mokuba Kaiba today. Only an idiot would believe that." Sure, this year, she was bound to run into him sometime, but not today, most definitely. Not today….

Anzu stood at the edge of the railing up on the roof garden, peering over to the city and surrounding fields. A light breeze ran through the air, running through Anzu's hair. She closed her eyes and took it all in.

This was it. She had surely picked the perfect spot to live in. She looked back over at the Kaiba Mansion. Those three really had the right idea….

She then turned back to face the city. She saw cars running around, building glistening off the sun, and barely heard the hustle and bustle of the now busy city.

Anzu smiled. Nine years ago, Domino had been a quiet little city. Sure, there had been a few rumblings here and there, but nothing that major. Now, it reminded her a lot of Dallas, Texas in the United States, or maybe Nashville Tennessee, though considerably smaller than both cities.

Suddenly, this made Anzu remember something. She needed a load of stuff for her home. Not only that, but how was she supposed to get it without transportation?

Her face fell. In the midst of last night's activities and festivities, she had completely forgotten about these necessities.

Anzu sat on a plush chair near an opened "wall" window, which overlooked the street below her, out towards the direction of the mansion. She was chewing on a granola bar, while flipping through a phone book. Let's see…she could either hire a limo for the year, or buy her own car.

Anzu sighed. She hated making decisions. Maybe she should call up Lar and ask him….

The limo, darling! Of course, you are riding in a limousine! She could just hear him say that. Anzu sweat-dropped. Okay, so maybe she didn't need to call him.

She was staring out the window, trying to make her first decision, when she saw something sleek and black out in the distance. Anzu stood up, and walked out the front door, that was stationed near her. She walked out onto the rim of her penthouse, and leaned on the railing, squinting in the distance.

The black thing moved closer. Her eyes softened as she realized what it was. Okay, scratch the limo idea. Seto Kaiba made it seem like the city was overpopulated with limousines. She'd go with a car. Also, she could save money by not hiring a chauffeur. Duh. Why hadn't the cost idea come to her in the first place? Another duh. She hadn't really considered the cost of things in years. She was becoming just as bad as Seto Kaiba himself.

Anzu shivered at the thought. Sure, Kaiba had changed, but nothing could erase the cruelness and cold-heartedness he had shown her and her friends those many years ago. Nothing.

So one decision was settled.

That left a computer (a necessity to life, as many of us know), home touch-ups (which could be scavenged for throughout the year), movies, or DVDs and whatnot, just for some home entertainment when she had some down time, and other things that would make the place homier: maybe a few plants to spruce up the place. Not that she needed any: she had a full roof garden up top! Of course, this belonged to the apartment facility; however, it seemed just as much theirs as hers. Besides, would they ever say "no" to Anzu Mazaki?

Anzu looked over her railing to the rim of her penthouse, and saw her limousine (for the day) pull up. She had rented it just for today, so that she could get around town and buy some things. Plus, it had plenty of space for the many possessions she intended on buying.

Anzu stood in the elevator, going down the levels of the apartment building. She saw the meter stop at "four." The doors opened. Anzu figured that someone must have been waiting for the elevator, and what better way to get it than to have it come down to you, instead of fulfilling her trip first, and then coming back up? Common sense.

Anzu looked up and saw a guy dressed in black enter. He hadn't taken more than a step inside, when his eyes landed on Anzu, and the toothpick he had been chewing, dropped from his mouth. The elevator doors closed behind him…just barely.

"A-Anzu Mazaki?" the man inquired.

"Yes," she replied.

"So, the rumors about her moving in where true," he muttered.

"Excuse me?" Anzu asked.

"Oh, nothing," he responded. Then, a smirk lit up his features, as he moved a little closer to her, letting his eyes roam, "I was just admiring your…beautiful exterior."

"Oh…thanks," Anzu replied, shortly. She was used to people complimenting her like that, but still, she was more uncomfortable than pleased, or embarrassed. Just who did this guy think he was? Larry? Honestly, he was just like that flirtatious snob.

The guy loomed closer to her, liking the way they were confined in a small elevator…alone. He actually might be able to "get to know her" in a way….

He backed her up into a corner, "I'm sorry. I forgot to mention my name. I'm…Jared."

"Oh…nice to meet you…Jared. Um…you mind backing up a little? You're a little close…for comfort," Anzu requested.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he played, keeping her in the corner of the elevator. He leaned closer into her.

Suddenly, to Anzu's relief, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. She ducked a passed through the gap beside him before running off. Of course, not before slapping him round the face, that is. Anzu had a way with men….

Anzu climbed into her limousine rental, and the door shut behind her (the chauffeur had shut it). She sighed, and relaxed back into the plush, black, leather seats. She closed her eyes. She felt like she was back in New York….

"See ya, Seto, we've got some things to do," Mokuba waved from the front door. Seto acknowledged his wave with a slight nod. He was more obsessed in the laptop in front of him, and being comfortable in his recliner, than really saying goodbye. Heck, it wasn't like he wasn't ever going to see them again.

"Bye!" Noa waved and shut the door.

Once he had heard the limousine outside drive away, Seto shut down his laptop, and sighed. Finally…he had the house to himself. No brothers…no "Anzu this, and Anzu that…" no anything.

It was just him…

Seto quickly went to the kitchen and returned a couple minutes later, dumping his trench-coat on the nearest couch, to make reclining in his favorite chair even more comfortable.

Just him, his popcorn, and…

He switched on the television to ESPN.

And the football game.

Who knew?

"So, where do you need to venture off to, Mokie?" Noa inquired, running through a list of stores and office places he needed to run to.

"Huh? Oh, nowhere. I just need some down time," he stretched and slouched against the seats.

"Why didn't you stay home then?"

"I got the feeling Seto wanted us out for once," Mokuba replied.

"Ah. I sort of felt the vibes too," Noa returned.

"Vibes?" Mokuba looked at his brother.

Noa sighed, "Forget it. I'm weird, just admit it, okay?"

"I admitted that a long time ago," Mokuba smirked.

Noa scowled at him, "Ha, ha, very funny."

"Isn't it?"

Noa rolled his eyes. "So, where am I dropping you off, then?"

"I dunno…. Maybe I'll go for some fresh air…. Domino Park sounds good. I haven't been there in a while."

"True. Alright." Noa buzzed to the chauffeur, "Domino Park."

"Right, Master Noa," he replied.

"How long are you going to take?" Mokuba interrogated.

"Depends."

"On?"

"If the stores have the right stuff I need, if they're open, all the regulars. Just call me if you want to get picked up. We'll work it out from there. Otherwise, if I'm done before you call, I'll just fetch you then."

"Kay," Mokuba closed his eyes, and rested back onto the chair. This afternoon, it would just be him and his thoughts…mainly the thoughts on the new Anzu Mazaki.

Now, these feelings of attraction hadn't just sprung up from one lousy picture. No. Mokuba had always at least admired Tea, even when he was just a little twelve year old. He had always thought her pretty, and maybe had thought he might have some sort of feeling towards her, but had never really elaborated on it. And after she had left, Mokuba had felt that it was probably time to just give up on the notion.

However, she had returned, and Mokuba was slowly returning to his former way of thinking…yet with a giant PLUS in there.

There had been almost nonstop talking about her between the two since yesterday. And Mokuba was up for the challenge of beating Noa to the girl. So, he needed to think up a few plans to worm his way into her heart before Noa did, or even got a chance to.

How is it that we always knew Mokuba as this sweet, little, innocent, never-do-anything-to-hurt-others-in-any-way kid, and now, he's up against Noa? Well, years do a lot of things to a person. It's something called change. And Mokuba had changed quite a bit. He was someone that would do many things to get what he wanted, though usually it happened to be a girl. That's where he and Seto drew the line between their newfound/grown similarities.

But, the kid was still nice, fun and great to hang around with. He was just dead set on getting Anzu, that no one was going to stop him from doing so. No one. Not even Noa.

Anzu smiled as she stepped into her new, red, Lamborghini. Why have money if you couldn't spend it? Honestly, she really was beginning to get more of Seto Kaiba's attitude. It wasn't helping her self-concept, that's for sure.

Anzu drove out of the car dealer's and looked at the sky. It was still a young afternoon. She didn't really feel like going back to her apartment yet. The day was young: she needed to do something: explore the new city; relax: ANYTHING.

As Anzu was driving she noticed a sign up ahead, and smiled. That place would be perfect. It had always been one of her most favorite places in ALL of Domino. The scenery was breathtaking; the place had an air of cleanliness and happiness. It was crisp and fresh. Anzu desperately wanted to revisit Domino Park.

Anzu parked her new car, and stepped out, closing the door and making sure to lock it. Not only was it her new car, but it had many of her new possessions in it, and personally, though she could afford it, Anzu really didn't feel like spending more money on the same things.

She walked up the main pathway that led directly to a circle near the entrance of the park, which yielded a great fountain, spurting off water magnificently. Anzu ran up to the fountain. She had always adored this feature of the park. It was one of her favorite structures.

The fountain wasn't just an ordinary one. It had carvings set about the rim of stone. Small statues of dolphins squirted water into the center of the formation, while flowered vines were also carved on the base from which they stood. In the middle of the fountain was a formation that just emitted water and let it run down freely, in soft patterns, like any other fountain.

But, Anzu had long ago decided that this fountain was special. It sort was a trademark of Domino: proud, like a dolphin, yet simple, like the common design atop it; yet running freely like the carved flowers and vines, and the flowing water. Domino was home. New York could never change that.

Anzu walked around the fountain, and found the man-made lake directly down the path in front of her. It sparkled in the sunlight, and the small waves danced merrily.

Anzu ran down the path. She had absolutely loved the lake nine years ago, and she still did. She had loved standing at it's edge and letting the breeze run through her hair, and watching the many geese, and sometimes herons and swans flying around. Cherry Blossom trees dotted the rim of the lake. It was indeed a beautiful sight, especially when the trees were in bloom in the spring.

Of course, being that it was March, the trees weren't exactly in bloom yet. They wouldn't be so for another month. Yet, they still left their impression in Anzu's mind.

She ran up to the edge of the water and looked over it. Everything was just as she had remembered. Time hadn't touched the park…her park. The red bridge that crossed through the middle of the lake was still there, as was everything else. She closed her eyes as a breeze ran through the air. She breathed out and slowly opened her eyes. It was all so peaceful.

Anzu looked around elsewhere and saw someone relaxing against the base of a tree. The man looked relaxed and had a slight smile upon his lips; his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be asleep, though Anzu was pretty sure he was only relaxing: something that was very easy to do here.

He had a very handsome face, in that sleep-like position, and the wind blew at his almost shoulder-length, raven hair. His legs were stretched out before him, crossed, and his arms were crossed in a calmed position, one of them holding something reflective…. Anzu squinted and then realized that they were a pair of glasses.

He looked so peaceful, and at ease. Anzu felt her face heating up. My, she hadn't had that sensation for a while…nearly nine years.

However, something looked quite familiar about him. She swore she had seen him somewhere…or at least a picture of him….

Something clicked in the girl's head. She spun around looking in the distance for looming objects…. And there it was. Out near one of the highways she could see from here, she saw one of the Kaiba Corp. billboards…with Mokuba Kaiba's face plastered onto it. That was him. She turned to look back at the figure. She was sure of it.

Anzu took a few steps closer to him. She didn't wish to wake him, seeing that he was greatly at ease, yet, she had the greatest urge to speak with him, just to see how he was doing. After all, he was a friend….

She smiled. So, she hadn't really lied to Larry after all. Awesome….

"Mokuba? Is that you?" Anzu suddenly inquired.

The guy opened his left eyes slightly. He saw a blurry figure not to far away. He put his glasses up to his eyes, and they widened in shock.

"A-Anzu!" he blundered, shooting up, and fumbling with his glasses. He quickly hid them behind his back. Lord, they were so embarrassing to him…especially the fact that Anzu hadn't seen him in nine years…and he had those cursed things on. He had always hated glasses, but for some reason, was unable to wear contacts. They really irritated his eyes, for one reason….

"Hey there!" Anzu walked up closer to him, "You actually…recognized me? That's a first!" she laughed.

"Well, actually…I kinda saw you in the newspaper yesterday morning," he said sheepishly.

"Ah, I see," she said, not showing much emotion. "Rats…stupid printers…they actually got enough for a story?" she mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing!" Anzu replied. "So, how are you doing?" she asked enthusiastically, "It's been years…literally!"

"Yeah," Mokuba replied. "I'm good, I'm good. What about you? A…famous dancer, worldwide, I should add. And…you look…absolutely stunning!" Mokuba added, reddening at the end.

"Oh! Well, thank you," she returned, blushing slightly at the compliment. She casually touched her cheeks. What the heck? She hadn't blushed at that compliment since she had started off her career much earlier. What was suddenly going on with her? She walked a tad closer to him, "You've changed too, I see."

"Oh…hehe…not much, you know…I don't think," Mokuba prodded.

"Really, now?" Anzu reached behind him and grabbed his wrist. Shocked by the fact that she was even touching him, Mokuba wasn't exactly one to fight her grip. She turned over his hand, and pried his fingers open, taking his glasses. She unfolded them and slid them onto his eyes. "There, that's better, I'm sure. Besides, I think it makes you more…handsome," she added.

"H-Handsome?" The statement took Mokuba aback. He was still trying to get over the fact that she had grabbed his wrist. His adrenalin still hadn't calmed down yet. And it probably wouldn't for a while.

"Well of course!" She tapped his nose a couple times with her index finger, "You yourself have become much more attractive over the years, and the glasses add to it. I'm not joking." She stepped back once after finishing her statement.

Mokuba didn't know quite what to say. He wasn't used to really getting those kinds of remarks and contacts. Especially being the fact that it was Anzu doing the talking and touching.

It was sort of embarrassing to receive the respects, "Do you…are you comfortable saying those things to people?"

"Why? Does it bother you?" Anzu looked slightly concerned.

"No... not really…I guess I just don't find it too normal," Mokuba smiled slightly.

"Ah, well, in America, you get used to different things. I've said a lot of that sort of stuff over the years. I'm used to it. And here I though you would be used to that sort of "taking in" as well."

"I see. Well, it's not too often I receive that, I'll just leave it there."

"Okay, I understand!" Anzu smiled brilliantly at him. Mokuba felt his knees beginning to buckle. To make up for practically falling to the ground, he said:

"Here, why don't we sit and talk, or something, unless you've got place to be," he replied.

"No! Talking is just fine with me!" she sat down next to him under the tree.

So, the two talked back and forth for a good hour. They had quite a lot to say to each other, catching up on the past nine years. Anzu spoke about her career, and Mokuba did as well. He added in that his brothers were doing well, after Anzu had asked, of course.

All in all, the two were getting along quite well, even though they hadn't seen each other for the longest time. Truth be told, Anzu felt closer to him now, than she had back in Battle City and such.

And Mokuba wasn't about to argue with that feeling either. Of course, he had other feelings running through him at the same time. And the more he learned about and talked with Anzu, the more these feelings grew. And soon, an idea clicked in his head. Boy, would this make Noa jealous….

Mokuba relaxed a little more against the tree, "So, Anzu…I was wondering…I dunno…maybe you'd like to, say… go out for dinner tomorrow night, or something, and just…continue to revisit the years, you know?" the boy blundered, and colored slightly saying all this. He wasn't really trying to ask her on a date, yet at the same time, that's exactly what he wanted to do.

Anzu smirked a bit, "What, are you trying to ask me out on a date or something? Or just a little friendly get-together?"

Mokuba's blush deepened, "I dunno…both, I guess…maybe I was leaning toward the…uh…date…but it doesn't have to be that way!" Mokuba sat up, adding it in quickly. Anything to make her accept the invite. He didn't care if it was a date. The more time he spent with Anzu, the better.

Anzu laughed slightly, "Not much of an answer, but…. Hmm, let's see…. You know, I usually decline all those date offers from all those other idiotic men," she glanced over at him, and had seen the slightest, smallest hint of disappointment reflecting in his eyes, "However…. Since you are a friend, and you're just too incredibly handsome to resist-" Mokuba was really reddening now. Tea giggled, "I'll accept the invitation this time."

"Score!" Mokuba cried out in a whispered voice, though a little too loudly. He glanced up at Anzu, and then recovered, "I mean, that's great! That'll be superb! Yeah."

Anzu laughed slightly, "Alright then." Wow, a "date" already...and with Mokuba Kaiba!

"What time?" Anzu inquired.

"Um…how does six-thirty sound?" Mokuba interrogated.

"That's perfect," Anzu smiled.

"Great! I'll…I'll pick you up, if you want…" he let the offer dangle.

"If you really want to," Anzu in turn offered him.

"Sure! I mean, it'd be my pleasure," Mokuba returned the smile. Then, a though came to him, "Um…where do you live now…or, where are you staying?" He had no earthly idea.

Anzu's smile widened, "Glad you asked that. You won't believe it," she said. Mokuba waited patiently for an answer. "I'm sure you know that apartment complex on the edge of town. If I'm not mistaken, it's only about a mile or so from your place."

"Really? You live there? That's so close!" Mokuba was getting excited now. She really was close. This made things easier. And right now, he was the only brother that knew this. It gave him all the advantages.

"Yep! I'm that close! It's kinda funny. See, I'm the penthouse on top, so, naturally, I get a great view of the surroundings, and guess what happens to be outside my front door…or even my living room windows? I could even go up to the garden and gaze at it."

"Let me guess…the mansion?"

"Bingo."

"Awesome."

"Totally." And then, for some reason, the two just erupted into laughter. There was just something funny about the briefness of their past few sentences.

Suddenly, a ringing filled the air around them. Mokuba recognized the tone, and flipped out his phone, putting it up to his ear, "Mokuba Kaiba speaking."

"Hey Mokie."

"Hey, Noa," Mokuba replied, lying back against the tree. Mokuba smirked. If Noa could see him now….

"I just wanted to say that I might be awhile, by the looks of this stupid store, so I sent the limo back for you, so that you can go home whenever you want."

"What about you?"

"I'll call home when I need a pick-up. Later."

"See ya," Mokuba ended clicked off the phone.

"I've got to go," Mokuba said, slightly guilty.

"That's okay. For some reason, I have this feeling that we're going to be seeing each other again really soon," Anzu quipped.

"Yeah…I have the notion too." The two laughed again. Mokuba listened to Anzu's laugh. It was so pretty for her…. Lord, he really was falling fast for the girl.

"So, see you tomorrow at six-thirty," Anzu said, as Mokuba stood up.

"Yep. You staying here?" Mokuba gestured slightly to the park.

"Yeah, for a little while."

"Kay. See ya!" Mokuba waved and walked off.

"Bye!" Anzu waved back. Once Mokuba had made it past the park gates, Anzu turned back around to face the lake.

Her cheeks colored, and she sighed lying back against the body of the tree. She revisited the past hours events. They had sped by so quickly, that Anzu was trying to recap on all that had happened.

He had practically asked her on a date. Sure, it wasn't really a "date" but one might be able to call it that. She couldn't help but to think, What's up with that? What was up with her sudden change of heart? And Mokuba too! He had asked her out (well, sort of). Where did that notion come from? Oh well, she smiled. It didn't mean anything, really. Just a friendly "get-together." However, she still had the word "date" running through her head. She smirked. In your face, Larry.

Well? Was it okay? Or was it trash? I know some of you might think we're speeding ahead of the game a little, with a "date" already, but heck, I had no other ideas, and the action had to be brought up early, for my reasons. Anywho, now, I'm not sure if I'll be asking for a vote. However! Don't fret. I know this might spoil it, but…I was thinking of doing a vote for the…sequel. Yes, if all goes well, there's going to be a sequel! But don't think about that now! We've only just begun this story!