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CHAPTER NINE : Seeking Justice
There were things he remembered about nights like this. Things he had once done without a second thought, tracking his assignment like a hunter after one too many calls. Going through the motions like it'd become ingrained at some point in his life. Always too much like second nature for him to have spared a second thought . . . Even now, he hardly paid it any heed.
The police were just behind him; Hamada was missing and now, with the disappearance of those other three; he could little afford to put this off. His involvement was necessary if no longer voluntary. He had to find out what was going on. People didn't just disappear out of the blue, not from a secured cell and certainly not by themselves. They had to have had some help but as to who—
"How much longer?"
He was uncertain. His companion's ki's spiked ten different degrees out here in the dark.
"Himura-dono?"
"Not much farther," he replied, motioning to the tracks on the road before looking up, senses caught on something like the scent of dried molding copper before registering the faintest trace of blood. "It looks like your men took a walk."
"A walk?"
"Aa," he replied, eyes hidden behind his bangs as he cast a look around. "That is odd," he murmured, "for anyone escaping . . . You would think they'd run."
"Himura-dono?"
"These tracks . . ." They should have headed to the river, the dogs would have easily lost their scent . . . But instead; "They run in—" away from the town but not from the road. "They're headed into the forest." He whispered; eyes a light shade of gold that disappeared with the first of someone's gasp.
"Himura-dono?"
"Aa?" He murmured. Following the tracks with his eyes as the others moved restlessly behind him.
"Are they alone?"
That was the question wasn't it? "It's hard to tell." Though from the tracks, it seemed almost like who ever had helped them out, knew they might be followed. And had taken the proper care not to make more than one set of prints they had all followed.
"Are you going to follow them?"
What a silly question. "Isn't that what you'd planned on doing?" Kenshin asked; voice less than amused as he glanced at his companions.
"Well . . ."
"You have torches, you have back up and even if they had rifles," he paused, sensing a different type of ki not too far from his own.
"Stay. Here." He commanded, running off into the dark as the chief shouted something like what happened from the dimming group.
Ways away it seemed as Kenshin reached the outskirts of the forest, eyes alight on a shadowy figure turning towards him with slow drowsy movements.
"You," Kenshin spat, gripping the hilt of his blade with something like an unconscious twitch running through his arm.
"Battousai . . ." Saitou smirked, swatting a few bits of dirt and leaves off his coat before reaching for a cigar. "What are you doing here?"
"Sessha's helping with a case. Why are you here?"
"I don't think that's any of your concern." Saitou murmured eyes bright in dark-amusement as Kenshin's hand tightened on his blade.
"Not my concern . . . there's blood here."
"Oh so you can still smell that, can you?"
"Saitou." Kenshin warned, voice a steady rhythmic flow that made the Mibu's brow raise ever so slow.
"It's nothing to concern yourself with," he murmured, blowing a cloud of smoke in Kenshin direction almost like provocation.
"What did you find?"
"Nothing. Go home Battousai before your woman comes to fetch you." He mocked, smirk ever widening as Kenshin's anger began to spike.
"Chief Uramura—"
"Will not need your help anymore." Saitou interrupted. "I will see to that myself."
"Saitou."
"It's not a discussion." Saitou snapped, watching Kenshin stiffen as the other officers began to close around them. "Do you need an escort," he taunted eyes ablaze as Kenshin turned to glare at him, his hand moving in silent warning like the real rurouni would have never so much as thought . . . let alone begin to promise.
"No," Kenshin growled. Eyes and voice like shards of ice, he meant to use to cut.
"Then off you go." Saitou murmured, catching a paling shade of violet tainting Kenshin eyes before he turned and left. Back stiff as Saitou watched him disappear into the distant darkness.
"Fugita-sama?" The chief called, cautiously taking a step back as Saitou's attention returned to the thing at hand. "Is it wise to provoke him like that?"
"Aa." He replied, inhaling the last of his cigar before extinguishing the bud. "Battousai needs to be ready for what's to come."
"To come?" Uramura echoed; looking slightly baffled as Saitou turned towards his men.
"You," Saitou snapped pointing towards a torch bearer. "Light the way into the forest, the rest of us will get the bodies back to the station."
"Bodies?" Someone echoed.
"Aa. Bodies. Now move." He barked heading into the forest with Uramura trailing behind.
"But my prisoners . . ."
"They're dead. You can stop your search."
"My search . . . Fugita-sama?"
"Uramura," Saitou exhaled, turning briefly in the low light as they caught sight of the bodies he'd been cutting down when he'd been attacked. "I think it's better for all of us, if you simply stop asking questions."
"But this is murder."
"No. What this is, is beyond your control. It's a government problem now, do you understand?"
"Aa."
"Good. Now that we understand each other," Saitou murmured, unsheathing his sword. "You are to tell no one—" He emphasized, cutting the last few ropes binding a set of bodies. "About what we found tonight. Am I clear?"
"As the day is bright Fugita-sama."
"Good. Now fetch me that thing that man is holding in his hand." He motioned, indicating one of the older bodies clinging to a strip of cloth.
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It was blue much like her new kimono but the ends were tainted red. Splashed with a dark crimson design, he didn't like very much. Flowers, he had assumed, were these dark-tangible patterns easily visible to any eye. Not splashes of red, one might interpret as something else.
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The color was ill suited.
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She should be dressed in soft shades that compliment her complexion.
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He hated her ribbon, he thought, slowly releasing it as Yahiko moved in front of him, eyes dark and concerned as they ran over his wet attire.
"What happened to you?"
"Saitou." Kenshin murmured, as if that were enough of an explanation for anyone who knew him.
"He . . . What? Did you guys get in a fight?"
"No," though he rather wished they had. Saitou was fast but he was angry enough to have done away with him immediately. One blow to the back of the skull and even Saitou would have had a hard time standing up.
"Kenshin?" Yahiko called, sounding exasperated as Kenshin's attention seemed to drift off. "Kenshin!"
"Where's Dr. Genzai?"
"He's gone. Kaoru was asleep when I got home but he said not to wake her up. Its better she didn't know you were, since you were probably going to be gone all night."
"She didn't eat?"
"Not as far as I can tell. I got a little bit earlier but it's all mostly there. Kenshin . . . What happened? Dr. Genzai wouldn't say."
"Nothing," Kenshin hedged, turning slightly away as Yahiko began to frown. "He just wanted help finding Hamada."
"And?"
"Sessha thinks Saitou might have found him."
"Saitou . . ."
"Aa," He replied, carefully picking up her kimono and putting it beneath his arm. "For the time being . . . It would simply be wise not to tell here he's even here though, all right?"
"Sure," Yahiko murmured, looking slightly troubled at what his lie might insinuate.
"Good night," he murmured, watching Yahiko nod before bidding him the same. "Night Kenshin, I'll see you tomorrow." He heard him whisper, dragging his feet a little as he went off to bed, leaving Kenshin alone in the dark kitchen to think over his thoughts.
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In the morning light, hair like the dying sun, spilled over strong, muscled shoulders, as the small piece of fabric fastening the deep-crimson locks, loosened and fell. Allowing a waterfall of tresses to tumble back, eagerly coiling around the edges of a breeze. Before they were caught once again and tucked into place, arranged in that hazardous manner, she had all but come to long for; to touch and feel.
And she so wanted to do both, as she stood by, idly watching him from afar. She couldn't help but notice the stiffness in his frame. As though he knew she was there but was determined not to turn—to see her, watching him as he hung up the wash, he'd finished not so long ago.
Moving like always, only differently, if that made any sense at all. He moved automatically, smiled automatically and if she admitted, acted more and more courteous everyday like the rurouni but not quite. It was subtle, oh-so very subtle, she might've never have picked upon it, had her concern not already been so peaked. It wasn't difficult from there to see, he was in a mood again, hardly eating and with shadows beneath his eyes. Hinting at the problems she knew were lurking just beneath the surface of his eyes.
Sighing, for what she could only assume was the tenth time within a fifteen minute span, she went back to sweeping the floors; her mind, drifting back to earlier that morning and his reaction to Dr. Genzai's unexpected visit. Wondering for the millionth time, just what he had said to him when he'd pulled him aside.
Dr. Genzai wouldn't say and he had quickly left the dojo with the excuse he was late. But how much work could he really have to get to so early in the morning, she wondered, when she-herself had only just gotten up. It was like they were up to something.
"Kenshin," she suddenly called, watching him as he heaved a silent sigh before turning around, dark purples eyes, a vision of weary trepidation as he gazed at her intently, ever silent as her eyes began to narrow.
"I was thinking," she began, wondering at the thoughts racing through his head. "That it'd be nice to have lunch in town today, don't you think. It's been a while since I've seen Tae and since it looks like no chance of rain today . . ." She let the though trail off, knowing he understood when a small frown began to mar his face.
"That is not a good idea, Kaoru-dono."
"No?"
"No . . . Sessha's . . . Sessha can't go with you today, Kaoru-dono."
"Kenshin," she smiled, putting the broom against the house before taking a few steps down. Standing a distance away still, as she moved around the yard, face upturned towards the bit of sun shinning down on her yard. "You may not believe this but I have had lunch alone before." She murmured, smiling distantly as he crossed his arms. Frown deepening, as she turned to gaze at him.
"It would not be wise to venture on your own . . . Kaoru- dono. Those men from yesterday could have friends."
"Kenshin," she sighed, feeling like they'd had this conversation a million times already. "They're in jail," she emphasized. "Honestly, what's the bid deal? You let Yahiko walk there alone."
"Aa, but he's a . . ."
"What? A man, please . . . That better've not been what you were about to say." She warned, suddenly glaring at him as he turned his face away.
"I'm his teacher. And . . . What? Are you saying he can take care of himself, where I can't?"
"No . . . Kaoru-dono, sessha isn't saying that. It's just . . . You attract attention." He softened, voice becoming low and gentle beneath the weight of her mounting anger. "It would not be wise, that's all."
"Not be wise," Kaoru echoed, becoming disturbingly annoyed by the double meaning behind his words. She had thought that Kenshin of all people would refrain from ever speaking to her in such a way. She wasn't a child and if there was something going, she had a right to know. They had lived together for years now, you would think he would give her that much—but no, she thought, silently fuming as he turned around again, dismissing her ever so, silently.
Fine, she thought, heading back into the house without so much as a huff—just fine, Yahiko will be home soon anyways. And he trusted her more than anyone alive, so, she would just have to make him find out what was going on for her, she thought. Slamming his shoji aside as she began to look for the article he had yet to show her.
Though seeing as how one could never be too careful—she remained silent for a moment, making sure he wasn't on his way inside before continuing her search.
Kenshin no baka.
How else was she to help him, when she didn't even understand what the problem was, she thought, clucking her tongue in annoyance, when the firsts of her search's came to bear no fruit.
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It was hours later between an early breakfast and even later lunch that she finally came across the damn article, safely tucked away with a few of the things Sano had left behind in his room. Hazardously folded into a pile, Kenshin wouldn't have given a second thought to fold over.
He was a smart boy when he wanted to be, she thought, extending the newspaper straight with her palms before she began to read: Kunii House Fire, extends beyond control.Large amber flames engulfed the entire block upon which the most famous newspaper house in our city had once stood, unsettling Yokohama residents from a false sense of safety we'd developed since our Secretary of State Yamagata decided to increase the army's presence by more than a few hundred men since before last May when an unknown party threatened to blow up Tokyo and Yokohama if his demands weren't met.
Rumors involving an undercover official, acting as a government spy aren't so far fetched as one might think, considering the article the newspaper had recently printed about this nations most infamous shadow assassin.
Takomoyo Senishi, age 36, known author and most famous news man for The Yokohama Times (otherwise known to belong to the Kunii House publishing House), died of what authorities are calling an arsonist's fire. Though inside sources have revealed, the deceased's cause of death to have been by that of a long sharp object, most believed to be of a strong-sturdy metal otherwise known as a samurai sword. Authorities have been quick to dismiss this rumor, obstinately articulating there is no proof to support this claim.
Challenge to let the people decide for themselves has gone unrecognized by the city's police who refuse to let the media have a look at the deceased's remains.
Fueling further rumor of the government's involvement in quieting the deceased has been the appearance of a witness, whose name was recently released by the authority's to be one, Hamada Shouko. A forty-two year old part-time worker and full-time drunk, authorities believe got a good look at the man, many suspect to be the infamous hitokiri of our younger days.
This shadowed-figure, as was described by Hamada when coming out of the police station earlier today, never turned his face but he had a long sword and long hair, that obscured his features as he left the building shortly after it began to burn.
A vague description, if at that, describing only what some men in our political society can prove true of the hitokiri's features.
Kunii House Fire continued on pages 6-7 . . . Ended the page abruptly, continuing, on the next few pages were their interpretation of old rumors as well as the reason for the recent fire, which unsurprisingly took a completely biased view. No wonder Yahiko had worried, she thought, closing the paper carefully before putting it back among the rest of Sano's things, more at ease, if a lot concerned over Kenshin's most recent display. Wondering, if it were at all possible, to sneak a look at another paper without having Kenshin drag her home.
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Initially, a look or word or even violence itself could at times be overcome. Mostly, by that part of him which preferred the warmth of the sun, the laughter of children and the ever present scent of jasmine within the bounds of his life. Always there to comfort and call him back, when the anger and despair of the hitokiri, threatened to break the restraints he'd so carefully constructed. Such a fragile balance, he sometimes wondered, how it'd ever come to exist at all. Kami only knew. It would ever take but one push, that one final provocation to finally break the seal once and for all.
It was a despairing thought but one he could ill afford to ignore, no matter how much he'd wanted to, he knew better than to mask this as anything but the truth. A truth, he recognized, he was ill prepared to handle when—
Kaoru's sudden scream echoed with such panic and horror through his heart, that for a moment, it ceased to beat at all. The world withdrew alarmingly and for a split second, turned a disquieting shade of black and white—before something else entirely steadied his racing pulse. As fear, guilt and panic; were all momentarily forgotten, his body sprang into movement. Dropping all he'd been carrying as he rushed out the dojo's gate, down the street and past a corner before abruptly coming to a stop.
As anger fueled his heart, amber engulfed the violent in his eyes, driving him to move without warning as he drew the blade from his side, striking four consecutive blows, in the time it took for Kaoru to let another blood curling scream. But by then, it was all over. And she realized belatedly, that the strong unyielding grip around her waist belonged to her rurouni and not to the men, who'd tried—
"Shh," was all she heard, as he repeatedly stroked her hair. Whispering words, she couldn't quite hear above the sudden torrent of emotions; brimming her eyes with tears, she could little control. Clinging to him so desperately, he ached for her distraught. Worried beyond his limit but angrier, even more, though he was careful not to show her that as he gently picked her up, carrying her away from possible prying eyes as he got them home; barely managing to close the door behind him, before he headed straight for her room, more than oblivious to the others presence as he maneuvered through the halls. Keen only on being left alone with her did little to hide the anger pulling his skin so taut. That cold distant hatred, still visible in his gaze wore all the menacing shadows of death, the hitokiri had always had to repress whenever his ki had spiked this high.
And yet, all this disappeared, the moment he tried to set her down, because Kaoru suddenly became like a frightened child. Wordlessly, tugging him down with her, eyes brimming as he shook his head, silently refusing her the comfort he knew she needed, not because he didn't want to but because it was making him so dangerously angry.
Of all the things—he'd never forgive himself for almost letting harm come to her. As it very well could have—and all because he'd been preoccupied with his thoughts, trying so damn hard to ensure that she was some distance away that . . . He didn't even want to think of what could've happened.
"Kenshin . . . Please . . ."
And he tried; really, he tried to ignore the pain the sound of her broken voice brought him, as he reaffirmed the rurouni mask, sliding it over his features so that only concern peeked from behind his gaze, eyes dark and violet now, so that she didn't become alarmed. But even then; "Kaoru-dono . . ." his voice, he realized was still much too deep. A sign, at his failing attempt to rein his anger back into place so soon after the incident.
"Will you stay?"
He nodded, fairly suspicious that if he uttered even one more word it'd be the hitokiri speaking and not him.
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When she awoke sometime later, it was to realize that somewhere along the way, she must have fallen asleep. It was fairly dark, now. Not quite nighttime, but no longer afternoon either. In any case, she still felt tired and with so very little light coming into the room, she was fairly tempted to stay put. And after a moments hesitation, she decided, that yeah, after the morning she'd just had that's exactly what she needed to do. Yawning softly, as she let her gaze begin to travel, moving slowly among the things in her room before abruptly pausing, caught by the now-calm purple gaze she hadn't yet intended to encounter. And yet, she felt both relieved and slightly flustered, as she smiled almost shyly. A bit embarrassed now, by her earlier reaction when . . . just earlier, she thought, before purposely ignoring the rest.
"I—" She began, a little awkwardly before just blurting out— "Please, don't tell the others." And from the way his eyes suddenly narrowed, all she wanted to do was cover her face. "I mean, Thank you. But—"
"Don't tell."
And something in the way he said it, the tenor of his voice, made her look at him again. Wondering what it was about him today, that made him seem so different, so out of place.
Casually, almost, he turned away, breaking the scrutiny of her gaze before heaving a soundless sigh. "Sessha," he said, carefully edging around his form of phrase. "Sessha won't say a thing." He promised, smiling reassuringly at her, before slowly standing. Heading for the door where he paused just as he reached the wooden frame. "Later," he whispered, "You can tell sessha what happened."
But from the way, he gently said it. They both knew, he wasn't really asking, He was telling her, that whether or not she was ready, she would tell him what'd had happened. And so, sighing, Kaoru turned away, mumbling "All right Kenshin," before closing her eyes and falling into a dreamless slumber almost immediately after he left.
Hours later, when she awoke, for the third time that day; she sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of her eyes, before barely managing to stand. Her back was killing her but she dared not tell him that. Kami only knew what he'd do if she told him the full extent of her injuries.
Wobbling a bit, still, Kaoru decided it'd best to take a moment to stretch. It wouldn't do much for her back but at least she'd manage to get the kinks out of her legs.
Arms stretched fully over her head, she bent at the waist from side to side, wondering, how in the world they'd ever managed to over power her. Yes, there'd been four of them and true, they'd had some knowledge of kempo but even so, she knew they weren't up to her skill. She should have been able to handle them but . . . she'd been so distracted. Thinking about Kenshin and those damn newspaper hounds, that when they'd jumped from over the wall of Naishinno's house. She'd been too surprised, reacting almost once it was too late.
Sighing, Kaoru stopped her stretches and slowly began to rub her lower back. Frankly, surprised that she could still be so stupid, thinking they weren't going to fight dirty, ha! She groaned as she touched a rather tender spot. Fleetingly, she wondered what Kenshin would say if she showed him her back, by now, with how sensitive her skin was, she knew it would probably look like a mass of purple and blue patches.
"What a miserable day," she thought. From the moment she'd woken up . . . she should have just stayed in bed. "And avoided all sorts of problems," she grumbled, easing carefully back onto the futon before glancing uneasily towards the door, wondering if he'd come get her or if he expected for her to seek him out. And if the later, could she hide out a bit longer, still.
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I guess not, she thought. Rising from her spot as quickly as possible before trying to smooth out her hair and on realizing she still hadn't changed, attempted to smooth the wrinkles out of her kimono as well, though that, she realized proved rather pointless in the end.
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She looked up just in time to see the shoji slide aside and while a part of her fumed at the audacity of his behavior, the other part of her mind seemed unable to comprehend much more than he'd just opened the door and let himself in.
"Kenshin," she began, unable to help the beginnings of a frown forming on her face. "You can't just—" come in, she trailed off, falling silent as soon as she caught sight of his face.
The seriousness in his expression made her feel terribly guilty for what she'd done, she had known sneaking off wasn't the best of ideas but nothing like this had ever happened before. She couldn't have known what would happen . . . He couldn't blame her for that, could he? Looking at him closely, she was sure he didn't. He didn't think like that but . . . she had to wonder, why he suddenly seemed so frightening?
He's acting like—Kaoru felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach, a nasty-inkling coiling around her thoughts. "Kenshin," she said slowly. "What happened to the men . . . who . . . attacked me?"
He blinked or she blinked, she couldn't tell but in the next moment, whom she thought she'd seen wasn't there at all. Only Kenshin's purple gaze reflecting a stricken look she couldn't erase as he backed away.
And though she quickly shook her head, feeling the hot sting of tears prickling behind her eyes; "I'm sorry." She felt came a little too late but— "I didn't mean . . . Of course you wouldn't." But she was afraid the damage had already been done. And as she took a step towards him, he backed another step away. Halting her movements, as tears now freely flowed down her paling face.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, wishing the earth would open and swallow her whole. How she could ever think, Kenshin would do such a thing. She shook her head, so miserable and guilty, her head bowed down in shame.
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"What happened earlier?"
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But that, she realized was all it took; her head snapped up, eyes wide in shock, at how quickly he'd jumped the subject. "I—I was coming home," she stuttered. "I guess . . . I didn't realize something could happen so close to home." She murmured, sighing under her breath as she turned away, still not quite able to stand the way he looked at her. "I was looking down, I think. I didn't really see them until they'd jumped over the wall. But I didn't have my bokken and with my wrist—"
It had been hard to defend herself. They'd just grabbed her and had started dragging her back along with them when she'd begun to kick and scream. Struggling against one of them as another had tried to touch her legs. But even then, she'd had enough peace of mind, she realized to bite her captor's hand, allowing the scream Kenshin probably heard to get across her mouth. Even if she had been slapped for it . . .
"Kaoru-dono?"
Though how did she even begin to tell him that without crying, she wondered, blinking back a stream of tears she was able to keep at bay.
"Did they touch you?"
"Kenshin . . ." She couldn't tell him, she realized, she hadn't even said anything and already his tone of voice was changing, dark eyes turning a lighter hue as her tears began to flow. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. Please, I'm tired."
"Kaoru-dono," he murmured, as though he were trying to measure his words carefully. "This is important to me, do you understand. You have to be able to tell me so that I can tell the police."
"No," she interrupted, abruptly cutting him off as she leapt into his space. "Kenshin you promised you wouldn't say anything. You promised," she whispered, beginning to cry anew as he shook his head. "You promised."
"What would you have me do . . ." He whispered, suddenly grasping her by the shoulders as he pulled her far enough away from him to look into her brimming eyes. "Tell me what you want me to and it'll get done."
"I don't . . . I don't want you to tell anybody, you promised. I just . . . You have to stay near, ok."
"All right," he agreed, petting her hair softly as she continued to tremble in his arms. "Just tell me . . . Did they hurt you?"
"No," she hedged, looking away from him as pulled her close again. "You got there before they could . . . Before they could do more than slap me," she lied, aware if he knew the extent of her bruises, he would go out looking to kill them. It wouldn't matter that they hadn't actually hurt her like he was asking. That was simply a technicality, if he suspected there was anymore to her story, the extent of her bruises would be nothing compared to what Kenshin would do to those men. It was simply easier to lie, she reasoned. There was no reason for him to do anything they might all regret simply because she'd been too dumb to pay attention to her surroundings. She just had to coax him, she realized or they would never get through this. He would always blame himself for something that was really neither of their faults. These things happened. She just had to get past it. It was only a scare after all, she reasoned, trying to get her tears under control as Kenshin slowly rocked them. Eventually falling asleep clinging to his hair, ever grateful for his comfort even as he pulled away.
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Hey everyone, not so long since the last post, right. Almost with a three week span, aren't you proud of me. Can you imagine how much more you'd get to read if I didn't have this killer ache in my wrist. Oh, the possibilities of a ghost-writer, are just flying through my head. It's nearly three you know and I just finished the chapter. Can you say, hooray for 23 pages. I imagine so.
There's a lot of things covered in this chapter but since we're nearly at the end, I don't know if I should be posting up the small notes. I think it was pretty self explanatory. So I will post it as is for this weekend and later on when I have time I'll come back and post the small notes. I think this way, you get a chance to read. Just drop me a line if there's something you don't understand or feel you must absolutely discuss, all right. I'll be a while longer on chapter ten but it'll be out soon enough, so don't panic, you will see it before back to school.
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