Miroku and the Magical Coco Beans
Chapter 5 – An Early Morning Dare
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Grimm's Fairytales; I do however have the right to call this story plot my own.
Sango woke early the next morning intending to go for a ride to clear her head. She was halfway through putting her Robin Hood disguise on when she decided she just couldn't risk it. Not while Miroku was alive.
Reluctantly, Sango donned a dove grey ridding dress and a green cloak, for the first time in a long time she would go for a ride as Princess Sango. Looking at herself in the mirror Sango was amazed to see traces of circles under her eyes. Grabbing her brush, she ran it through her thick brown hair and then tied it back with a white ribbon. Silently, for the rest of the castle had yet to awaken, Sango descended the many stairs of her tower.
As she saddled Gypsy, Sango was able to see the sun just beginning to poke its sleepy head above the horizon. Leaping up upon Gypsy, Sango set off. The guards posted at the gate were momentarily startled by her appearance but they soon snapped smartly to attention and saluted her.
"Good morning princess," the first said.
Sango was about to ride past without saying anything but decided there really was no point not speaking now.
"Hello," she replied softly and inclined her head to both and rode off before either of the guards could recover from the shock
After allowing Gypsy some time to warm up, Sango put her into a gallop and allowed the crisp morning air to hit her face waking her up more effectively than any wash.
It seemed that they rode for hours before Sango sensed her horse's exhaustion and allowed her to settle back into a walk.
Breathing heavily from the exhilaration of the ride Sango looked up happily at the sunrise, a breathtaking pink.
"Red sky at night sailors delight, red sky in the morning sailors take warning," Sango said recalling the old adage.
"Do you believe that?" a voice asked curiously, startling her so horribly Sango nearly fell off Gypsy.
Catching herself, Sango whirled Gypsy around so that she could see Miroku eye to eye.
"What are you doing here," she demanded furiously. "Didn't your mother teach you it's rude to sneak up on people?"
"Oh Sango," he sighed walking his horse closer to hers. "You're not still mad about last night, are you?"
Sango merely glared her response and turned Gypsy around and began to walk off.
"I'll take that as a yes. Oh well," Miroku sighed and trotted up next to her. "I'm sorry but you're going to have to hear me out. I did get up extra early just so I could catch you."
"How did you know I was going out riding?" Sango asked. "I didn't until I woke up."
"I sensed you'd want to clear your head after everything that happened last night. And if you ask me nothing helps clear the head better than an early morning ride."
"I see," Sango said coldly, wondering once again if he was able to read her mind.
"Well, at least you're talking to me," Miroku winked at her. "That's an unexpected perk."
"If you keep bugging me, I won't," Sango growled.
"Would you call apologizing a bother?" Miroku asked innocently.
"I've only met you twice and yet even I can comprehend that you have no remorse over groping me in public. So, listening to someone prattle on about something they don't feel sorry about, I guess my answer would have to be yes. Not that I've heard much apologizing so far."
"For groping you, no," Miroku sighed, reluctantly. "You're not wrong; I do feel no remorse for that act, if it made you talk. For making you cry, Sango, yes I do."
"I didn't cry," Sango said in a matter of fact voice.
"You didn't?" Miroku echoed surprised.
"I don't cry over stupid things like that," Sango replied keeping her gaze straight ahead.
"Oh, I'm mistaken then," Miroku said. "You see when you fled the ballroom last night I thought I saw tears in your eyes."
"You're eyes must have been deceiving you," Sango murmured.
"Yes, you're right they must have been," Miroku agreed and said nothing more.
Sango looked over at him after a few seconds wondering if he was going to say anything or just sit there.
Miroku caught her looking at him and grinned and then looked back at the sunrise.
"It certainly is pretty, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes," Sango acknowledged, suspicious of what he was getting at.
"You know," Miroku said slowly, "my father passed away on a morning just like this. I was only seven at the time but I can remember looking up after I had finished crying and seeing a brilliant pink sunrise. To me it promised better things were to come."
"Why are you telling me this," Sango asked. "If you're looking for pity, you're going about winning me the wrong way."
"I'm not looking for pity," Miroku murmured softly. "I was just saying what was on my mind."
Sango looked away for lack of a response. He always said the weirdest things, Sango wasn't sure if he was trying to win her hand or simply doing as he said, looking up at the sunrise.
After several breaths, Sango looked back over at him and asked "why are you doing this? Why? You know I can't let you win, right? Are you purposely trying to kill yourself?"
"You certainly are full of questions this morning, Sango," Miroku grinned. "Why the sudden curiosity, I thought you hated me?"
"I never said that," Sango said defensively.
"Oh, then my sister must have been mistaken, she mentioned that when she visited you last night you were having a little tantrum throwing pillows and whatnot all around your room crying out, "I hate him!" repeatedly."
Sango blushed, embarrassed that Kagome had mentioned that to her brother. "Alright fine," Sango said. "I do hate you. I'm just wondering, why you're being so stupid."
"A pretty face can make men do stupid things," Miroku winked at her knowingly. "A face as beautiful as yours, Sango can make men suicidal."
"If I were you, I would go home Miroku," Sango said, trying to sound calm and composed, which was difficult to do since her heart was beating extremely fast.
"Ok," Miroku grinned. "I'll race you."
"Race me?" Sango echoed confused.
"You said to go home, correct?" Miroku said.
"Yes," Sango said slowly.
"Well, my new home is Tristania, so I offered to race you," Miroku replied, knowing full well he had managed to confuse her. "Well, that is if you think you're up to it."
"Of course I am, but I meant that-" Sango snapped but was cut off as he galloped past her towards the towers of the castle which were visible in the distance. "Idiot," she grumbled.
"You're loosing Sango!" Miroku called back mockingly. "Is it too late to say winner gets to choose the prize?"
"Not at all," Sango called back and put Gypsy into a gallop. She would teach him, ignorant male, thinking he could beat the best horse woman in the kingdom. And true to her reputation, Sango soon caught up with Miroku and flashed him a brief smirk before she passed him.
Miroku's smile brightened as he watched Sango surpass him. "Perfect, she's falling for my trap," he thought delightedly.
By the time Miroku arrived back at the stables, Sango was halfway through bushing Gypsy down.
"Well, my darling, Sango," Miroku sighed dramatically upon entering the stables. "I see now that your horseman ship is much better than mine."
"So, you admit you loose?" Sango asked startled. Every time she had raced someone, they had always had plenty of excuses for why she had beaten them.
"Well, of course," Miroku grinned. "You quite clearly beat me. I have no qualms about admitting defeat to one as skilled as you."
"So, I guess I get to choose the prize," Sango replied thoughtfully.
"Yes, you may dare me to do anything you please," Miroku said, throwing his hand to his forehead. "Inflict your worst on me, Sango; I am prepared to take any blow."
"A dare you say?" Sango said evilly.
"Yes, well, short of quitting the competition for your hand that is," Miroku agreed.
"Darn," Sango swore. "You said anything!"
"I apologize for the misunderstanding, however there are plenty of other horrors you could inflict upon me, if you so choose."
"Why not money?" Sango asked curious. "That's what most people claim as a prize."
"Where is the fun in money to people like us, Sango?" Miroku asked. "We have everything we could possibly desire. Dares are far more entertaining, my sister has inflicted many horrible ones upon me. If you want some good ideas, I suggest you go to her. She will be more than willing to help you think of something."
"And you're willingly telling me this?" Sango scoffed. "You and your sister probably have cooked something up. No, I know exactly what I'm going to dare you to do."
"And what is that?" Miroku smiled. If he could do the most horrible thing Sango could imagine without breaking his word, it would be bound to increase her trust in him. Though now that he caught the evil glint in Sango's pretty eyes, maybe he should be more afraid…
"Miroku," Sango said slowly, revelling in her cruelty. "I dare you to dress as a woman at tonight's ball."
Miroku recoiled in surprise and in horror. Him! A Woman! Never! Who ever knew Sango was so malicious.
"Sango," he said gravely. "You wound my pride, but I will do as you dare. I've never turned one down yet. I have no intention of letting this be the first. So, for you, my dove, my pearl, I shall be a woman for the night."
"Good," Sango said. "Oh and one more thing when I say woman, I mean no one must know your true identity, you must dress, act and even speak like a lady."
"May I make one request?" Miroku gulped, daunted by the horror.
"Why certainly," Sango smiled sweetly.
"Can my sister help me?" Miroku asked. "I don't think I could pull off a very realistic woman without her."
"I'll have to think about that," Sango replied. "I will help you, if you need it."
"Where am I to get a dress though?" Miroku protested.
"I'll find one," Sango promised. "I dared Kohaku to do this once, it's fairly easy."
"But um…Sango," Miroku said blushing furiously.
"Why Miroku, are you feeling alright?" Sango asked innocently.
"What will I do about my…manly figure?" Miroku asked embarrassed. "There's no way I'm going to be able to pull this off convincing people that my ever so manly figure belongs to a woman."
"Well, we'll just have to try, won't we," Sango replied winking.
Miroku had been about to ask whether make-up was part of the dare when Sango winked. That simple wink nearly stopped his heart. He suddenly became aware of how beautiful Sango looked there, with slightly fly-away hair and the soft glow of the rising sun reflecting off of her face. She couldn't have looked more like an angel if she had tried, and Miroku knew he was in love.
Miroku slowly nodded and Sango grinning, more evilly than a sprite, pushed a strand of her hair out of her face. "I'll see you later then Miroku," Sango teased. "Or should I say Mira?"
Gulping, Miroku remembered his manners and bowed politely and said, "Princess Mira it is."
"Perfect, well, I'm off to train," Sango grinned and mockingly saluted him.
"Oh, are you going to train right now as well?" Miroku asked innocently.
"Don't tell me you are too?" Sango asked, raising an eyebrow
"Yes, do you really think I'd pass up on the opportunity to see you train, even if I hadn't been?" Miroku countered.
"Good point," Sango said.
"Maybe after you warm up we could have a little fight," Miroku suggested.
"What type of weapon?" Sango asked.
"How about swords," Miroku said.
"Sounds good, same prize as last time?" Sango asked.
"Most defiantly," Miroku assured her.
"Looking forward to choosing the dare again," Sango teased.
"I wouldn't count on it," warned Miroku wagging a finger at her. "I'm a much better swordsman than I am horseman."
"I would hope so, or I would win in less than a heartbeat."
"That you would," Miroku agreed finishing brushing Shadow down. "Are you finished?"
"Yes," Sango said, eying Gypsy thoughtfully. "Give me half an hour to prepare before meeting me in the ring.
"Certainly," Miroku bowed. "Half an hour it is. That should give me ample time to eat a hearty breakfast."
"Suit yourself," Sango replied and walked past him. "I might use the time to change if I were you. But then again that's just me"
Miroku looked down at his riding clothes and realised the truth of her words. They were suitable for riding definitely; for fighting not a hope. "Oh dear," Miroku sighed. "I better hurry." Breaking into a jog he thought to himself, just think of it as a warm-up, just thinking of having to run to your room a warm-up.
As she started to stretch Sango smiled wickedly, "serves him right, challenging me to a fight in his princely clothes."
As she stretched her hamstrings she noticed what appeared to be a hunched over animal scurrying across the grounds, this was no animal Sango was familiar with however. Squinting, she recognized the fur of a fox on the left shoulder and the skin of a white rabbit on the bottom fringe. It must be a person, Sango thought.
"Excuse me," Sango called and the person froze.
"Yes, milady?" asked a voice that was most defiantly feminine. She sounds about my age, Sango thought. But if she's so young, why does she wear that cloak? Is she perhaps horribly disfigured?
"Come here a moment," Sango said kindly positive now that this person was female. The body under the cloak had to be a woman for it was too small to be a man. "I've never seen you before. Do you work at the palace?"
"Yes, milady," the girl said. "In the kitchens."
"Please, call me Sango. What is your name?" Sango asked.
"Most call me Many-furred creature," the girl murmured.
"What is your real name?" Sango asked kindly.
"Ayame," the girl replied.
"How old are you?" Sango asked.
"Eighteen," Ayame replied.
"Same as myself," Sango said thoughtfully. "You're not simply a peasant are you?"
"Milady!" Ayame exclaimed shocked. "Why do you say that?"
"Because you're too cultured, that's why," Sango replied trying to catch a glimpse of the girl under the hood. All she was able to see was a single lock of fiery red hair. "Who are you really?"
"I have no use except to have boots thrown at my head," the girl said miserably.
"Ayame," Sango said. "Is there a reason, why you hide under that cloak?"
"I don't want anyone to see me," the girl replied.
"Why?" Sango asked.
"Because I'm cursed," she said coldly.
"Somehow I don't believe you," Sango said. "Your story sounds convincing but there's something that you're not telling me. I grew up in a court where everything that comes out of someone's mouth is both lies and the truth at the same time. Believe me, I can sense these things." Sango paused waiting for the girl to respond. When she didn't Sango said softly. "You can trust me, I have no one to tell."
"Very well, this is why I'm cursed" the girl replied straightening under the cloak and flinging the hood back. Sango gasped as fiery locks, similar to the one she had glimpsed, cascaded down the girl's shoulders, she lifted her emerald green eyes and looked Sango square in the eyes. As Sango looked at her, she realised that this girl was absolutely beautiful.
"Now, do you understand?" Ayame asked. "My beauty is my curse. No one but you, I think, could ever comprehend why I hide my beauty." Slowly, she drew the hood back up covering her hair but not her face. "Ever since coming to this castle, I've never let another soul look at me. For the first time in my life, my beauty hasn't blinded those who meet me, and influenced how they treat me."
Sango nodded very slowly and then smiled, "I knew I would like you."
Ayame took a step back surprised. "What?"
"I really don't know how I knew," Sango smiled. "I just knew there was something more to you."
"If it means anything," Ayame murmured. "I respected you and that's why I came to this castle."
"Let me guess," Sango joked. "You heard of the fierce warrior princess stories."
Ayame blushed and looked at the ground. "Yes," she admitted.
"Do you know how to fight?" Sango asked.
"A little," Ayame said.
"Do you want to learn?" Sango asked.
"Are you kidding!" Ayame exclaimed. "I'd love to!"
"Hmm," Sango replied thoughtfully. So, here was another woman who simply didn't want to sit back and let life pass her by. "How about I meet you tonight at the ball, it would be a perfect time to talk about something important. No one will think twice about me talking to another noble, and it will also give me an excuse to not dance. Do you have a dress?"
"Yes," Ayame said slowly. "I brought some with me. I'm responsible for cooking part of this evening's supper though. How will I sneak away?"
"Beg the head cook to let you go watch the ball," Sango said. "Most servants are excused to go and watch, so long as none of them can be seen by the guests. Most dishes have to be finished before the supper even starts, so once you finish cooking, beg the head cook to let you go. He's a real softy, so he'll probably say you can go for an hour or so as long as you're back before the remaining dishes need to be done. Quickly clean up once you've got the ok and enter the ball room with a false name. I'll have the page add you to the list so there's no need to worry. You can stay for some dancing and then disappear. Sound like a plan?"
Ayame smiled. "Have you done this before?" she asked.
"No," Sango grinned. "That's what makes this so exciting."
"Should I wear a mask?" Ayame asked.
"Why?" Sango asked. "No one will recognise you, if you continue to wear your cloak while you work."
"I guess," Ayame said.
"You better hurry back before my newest suitor spots you," Sango said.
"I'll see you tonight then," Ayame smiled.
"Sounds good," Sango replied returning to her stretches as Ayame hurried off in the direction of the kitchens. Once she had finished, she thought, better go get changed, fighting in a skirt won't be much fun. When she returned she was wearing her fighting costume that she had designed herself. The outfit consisted of a stretchy black fabric and flexible armour across her stomach, lower legs, elbows and shoulders. It covered everything as not to be indecent, yet it was flexible so it didn't restrict her movement.
If only it wasn't so skin tight, Sango thought biting her lower lip. The pervert is gonna die of happiness. Sure enough, just as Sango was debating changing, Miroku appeared in the arena wearing a simple pair of black breaches and a loose white shirt. As much as Sango hated to admit it he looked good, and practical. She saw him smile at her outfit, and that only made her angry. No wonder Ayame had chosen to hide her beauty, what with lecherous men like Miroku leering at you all the time.
"Love the outfit Sango," Miroku grinned. "Did you design it yourself?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did," Sango snapped.
"No need to get angry," Miroku said soothingly. "I was just going to say you look very nice."
"Thank you," Sango said through gritted teeth. She defiantly wasn't going to hold back, she was going to make him wish he had never challenged her to a fight.
"If you just give me a few minutes to warm up, I'll be ready," Miroku said, plopping himself down on the ground and reaching over with ease to touch his toes.
"Who taught you how to fight?" Sango asked trying to fill the silence.
"My father," Miroku replied. "He was one of the best swordsmen in the land."
"Well, that's not too uncommon," Sango replied.
"What do you mean," Miroku asked, momentarily forgetting he was pretending to be royalty.
"I'm not sure about your kingdom but here and in the surrounding kingdoms, it's common for the sons of wealthy parents to be taught from a young age how to wield a sword, by the best teachers their money can afford. My brother was the best in our kingdom, and when I expressed a desire to learn how to wield a sword, he was the only one willing to teach me, even though my parents could have afforded anyone."
"Oh," Miroku said. "You're lucky to have had such a wonderful brother."
"I didn't have one," Sango corrected. "I have."
"My apologies, I didn't mean it in the way I think you think I did," Miroku said. "I was simply saying that you're lucky to have a caring sibling, I never had that opportunity."
"What about Kagome," Sango asked. "She seems to care about you."
I really should just shut my mouth, Miroku thought wistfully. All I seem to do is keep digging myself deeper into this hole.
"Kagome is from my father's second marriage," Miroku said, creating a lie on the spot. "We're half-siblings."
"That would explain why you look so different," Sango observed.
"Yes," Miroku said getting to his feet and beginning to stretch his arms. "It certainly would, wouldn't it?"
"You almost finished stretching?" Sango asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not quite yet," Miroku smiled. He really hated lying to Sango, it made his insides wither and shrink. "I'd hate to pull a muscle before this evening."
"I can't wait to see how people treat you," Sango smiled. I wonder just how ugly he'll look.
"Any bets on how many men ask me to dance?" Miroku joked.
"My bet is none," Sango said, pursing her lips in anticipation.
"Oh, I'm betting at least ten," Miroku smiled.
"Someone's certainly cocky, aren't they," Sango scowled, wondering if Miroku had any manly pride whatsoever.
"No, not cocky, optimistic," Miroku corrected. "There's a difference."
"Sure," Sango sighed rolling her eyes. "Whatever you say."
"Ok," Miroku replied after a moment. "I think I'm ready to go."
"About time," Sango muttered. "I can only fight for half an hour now."
"I didn't take that long," Miroku pouted.
Looking at the adorable expression on his face, Sango nearly giggled. "You're right, you actually didn't," she conceded.
"Thank you," Miroku said gallantly. "So, what are the rules?"
"You have to stay in the ring or you forfeit," Sango said indicating to the perimeters of the sand pit. We fight till third blood, someone forfeits or, in today's case, time runs out. Everything else is fair game, even hand to hand combat if we both loose our swords."
"Sounds simple enough," Miroku sighed. "I just regret that you're expecting me to cut you all up to win. Question, do you have a sword I could use mine was stolen."
"You don't fight that way back home?" Sango asked sceptically, crossing to the weapon's rack and tossing him a sword. Where she had travelled it had always been until third blood.
"Well normally, yes," Miroku said and much to Sango's admiration tested the quality of the blade by testing the balance. "Very good quality, by the way, but as I was saying, normally I wouldn't ever fight a girl, so the idea of having to mar a vision of loveliness like yourself goes against everything I believe in."
"Well, that's too bad for you then," Sango said loosing patience and sinking into fighting stance. "I fight just as well as any man, so if you hold back you're going to get hurt." Tired of talking Sango launched herself into an attack, intended to cut your opponents upper thigh.
In the very nick of time, Miroku managed to block her attack. Finding her sword blocked, Sango quickly shifted to attack Miroku's left arm and he neatly sidestepped. And that is how it went for a while, Sango would attack and Miroku would either block or sidestep.
"You can't ever hope to win if you never attack," Sango growled.
"I'm still trying to decide the best way to disarm you," Miroku smiled.
"Good luck," Sango scoffed. "Kohaku was the only one ever able to disarm me and even he only managed it twice!"
"We'll see," Miroku said, thoughtfully studying her every attack. "We'll see. I figured I'd give you a chance to actually get a workout."
Annoyed by his confidence and the fact he hardly seemed to be exhausted even though she had been attacking him with some of her best moves, Sango attacked with more energy than she had previously. Stupid, conceited jerk, she thought angrily clashing swords with him once more.
"Attack me damn it!" Sango yelled.
"As you wish," Miroku replied and instantly Sango felt the shift in his blocks. Everything in his demeanour changed. No longer was he smiling, everything about him radiated concentration. Not realizing she had left herself open at the last attack, Sango was surprised when she was forced to take a step back. The shift of power was almost visible, no longer was it Miroku blocking, now all Sango could do was block as he attacked again and again using his superior strength to overpower her.
Gulping, Sango realized that he hadn't been kidding when he said he was a much better swordsman that horse rider, no matter what she tried she couldn't seem to attack all she could do was block and parry. Risking a glance over her shoulder Sango calculated the distance to the boarder of the ring to only be about 5 meters. So, that's his plan, Sango thought her brow furrowing in annoyance; he plans on forcing me out of the ring.
"It's not going to work," she snarled, blocking his attack and spinning around and dashing back to the center of the ring. "I won't let you force me out of the ring."
"Whoever said that that was my plan?" Miroku asked wiping sweat from his forehead. "I was simply trying to tire you out. But now that we've paused for breath I think I should point out that we might want to call it quits."
"Why?" Sango demanded, raising her sword.
"Because we've been fighting for just short of half an hour," Miroku replied wiping a trickle of sweat off his brow. "I'm flattered that you lost track of time because of me."
"Are you serious!" Sango exclaimed, looking to the clock tower. "You're right! Shoot I've got to go and get dressed."
"Maybe we could continue the fight tomorrow morning?" Miroku asked, sheathing his sword and following Sango to the weapon's rack.
"Only, if you're prepared to wake up this early," Sango said, breathing heavily as she brushed her bangs out of her eyes. Throwing Miroku a smile that nearly stopped his heart she added, "regardless of how horrible your hangover is."
Sango nearly laughed at how he winced. But after a moments consideration he sighed and nodded his head. Turning to her, he leaned his arm up against the wall and said, "if it gives me the opportunity to spend quality time with you, Sango I'm willing to do anything. Even wake up with a hangover, which will probably be the worst one I've had in a while."
"And why is that?" Sango asked, splashing cold water of her face from the pump.
"Because I'm planning on getting very, very drunk tonight," Miroku explained, trying to keep his face straight. "I'm going to need to if you expect me to dance with other men."
Sango raised her hand to her mouth to cover her smile. "I'll drop a dress off at your rooms later," Sango said once she was sure she wouldn't laugh. "I also decided that you can ask your sister for help. But no one else, got that?"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you," Miroku said sinking to his knees and kissing her hand as he poured out his profuse thanks.
Sango hastily pulled her hand away and wiped it on her outfit, "oh, get up you ninny."
"Thank you, Sango," Miroku said, bowing deeply as he rose to his feet. "Without Kagome I would have no idea how to apply any make-up or style my hair or even get dressed for that matter!"
"I would hope you wouldn't know how," Sango said dryly walking past him to return to her rooms. "I'll see you this evening then."
"Oh and Sango by the way," Miroku called after her forcing her to turn.
"Yes?" she asked.
"May I request a pink dress?" Miroku called out.
Sango had to remind herself repeatedly that ladies didn't snort. Pursing her lips, she forced herself not to laugh as she asked, "any particular reason why?"
"Yes, actually there is," Miroku smiled. "I've always wondered what I'd look like in pink."
"I'm sure you'll look lovely," Sango assured him.
"Does that mean you'll get me a pink dress?" Miroku asked hopefully waggling his eyebrows.
"I'll see what I can do," Sango called out. "But only because I'm dying to know the exact same thing now."
Watching her walk off, Miroku decided that telling her about his suspicion of Kohaku still being alive would be better if put off until another day. Tomorrow, he promised himself, after our early morning exercise, I'll go investigate my theory.
To be continued…
Author's Note:
Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out. I had a touch of tragedy and a touch of writers block going on. I hope you can forgive me, I'm almost finished my story A Bride's Request a Bridesmaid's Promise so soon I'll be able to work on this one more. I promise to have the next chapter out by the end of November and that is a promise. Ciao for now and please review. I value your opinions and if you have any fairytales you hope for me to incorporate please say so in your lovely reviews cuz I'm always looking for new twists and I'm still trying to figure out the ending soooooo yeah. Please review…really deep down I'm nothing more than a review monster … and by that I don't mean I'm gonna come track you down if you don't review simply I'm a sort of monster like the ever adorable cookie-monster. I absolutely love reviews I can never get enough.
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