A/N... I still don't own Death Note. Just saying.

L was not happy when I told him that I had revealed myself to Light. I didn't tell him all of it, though. I hadn't told him that I flat out accused Light of being Kira. I hadn't really been bluffing. Oh, I knew he was Kira, but, in all honesty, I wasn't sure how I knew. Sure there were the little reactions, but they were barely there. L wanted physical proof. Something he could see and feel that would condemn Light. I, on the other hand, wasn't so fixated on gaining tangible evidence.

When I left the hotel for school the next day, L had given me the silent treatment. Since I had already admitted to being associated with L, I no longer had to ride separately from him on the way to school. The ride to the campus had been unnervingly soundless. L wasn't the only one cross with me. Light had made an effort to stay away from me.

Light would ignore me, but he wouldn't let me drift too far from him for too long. Now that he knew how close I was to L, I was sure that he would try to use me against the detective. It was a golden opportunity, but it was also a gamble. Regardless, he would take the chance and try to win me over, like how I aimed to win him over.

I hadn't been lying to him when I said I hated them. All three of them, a part of me even hated myself for participating in all of it.

I hated Beyond because he had become so competitive, so focused on surpassing L, that he had gone so far to kill innocents just to prove a point. It was his own fault that Kira had killed him. He was a danger to everyone around him. He had been ill, mentally, and I hadn't seen it. I had noticed the changes, of course, but I didn't see it, or maybe I had and chose to ignore it. I hated Beyond for getting so wrapped up in L that he had forgotten that he had me.

I hated Kira, Light, for killing him. After everything he did. Despite how far he had fallen, Beyond was one of the only people I truly cared about. He may have been in prison, and there was a very good chance that I never would have seen him again, but at least I knew he was alive. At least I knew that I wasn't entirely alone.

I hated L for existing. If there was no L, if there was no Wammy's, this never would have happened. We wouldn't have been brought into that outrageous competition to decide L's successor, and Beyond would never have aimed to be like L. He never would have aimed to be better than L. L and Naomi Misora were the ones to put an end to Beyond's madness. In a way, I was grateful to them. Because of them, I hadn't needed to get involved.

I felt the bitterness like I had that night I confronted Light. It was sharp, biting, painful, and I hadn't felt it since his incarceration. Somehow, during my act that night, all of those feelings of hatred and resentment had found their way to the surface. I had buried them long ago and moved past the incident, choosing it best not to blame L for what happened, but accept it as it had happened.

It continued like this for a few days. L did not address me within the Task Force and left me to do my own work away from the men. Light had eyed me cautiously, suspiciously, but he hadn't made any effort to speak to me. I hate to admit it, but it was rather lonely without interaction with either of them.

"Ryuzaki," Watari's stylized initial appeared on L's laptop screen, "we have a reply from the second Kira."

"What?" Mr. Yagami breathed in surprise as both Yagamis and L turned from their conversation to the laptop.

"Really?" Matsuda leaned forward excitedly on the couch.

"I'll be bringing over the envelope and tape that we received, but in the meantime, I'm streaming you a copy of the video so you can view it on your end," Watari was always so thoughtful. The screen cut to the image of Kira's name in stylized letters.

"Kira, thank you for your reply," the second Kira sounded…almost stars truck. "Please do not worry, I will follow orders and do as you say."

"Whoa," Matsuda reacted in awe.

"It worked," Mr. Yagami sounded both relieved and surprised.

"I really want to meet you," the second Kira continued.

What is this? I questioned silently, It isn't some sort of meet and greet. This Kira had no idea what he or she was doing. It was completely amateur.

"I don't think you have the eyes," the second Kira stated. I heard Light's sharp intake of breath. Only another indication that he is Kira, despite his ardent denials. "But you don't have to worry, I would never try to kill you. That's a promise." Light quickly looked to the two officers flanking him.

"What's this having the eyes supposed to mean? Is it a code?" Aizawa wondered.

"Yeah," Matsuda agreed.

The way this second Kira talks about them, it sounds like the eyes are the means of killing the victims. So, was I right in thinking that there is another person supplying the Kiras with these eyes? And what were the eyes? An image of glowing red eyes manifested in my mind. No, they couldn't be actualeyes, could they? I couldn't see L's eyes from where I stood, but I heard his shaky breathing. I felt a twinge of concern for L. What is going on with him?

"Please tell me how I could meet you," the second Kira pleaded, "without the police knowing. You'll think of something. When we meet, we can confirm our identities by showing our Shinigami to each other."

I heard L gasp. Actually gasp, as in a full on gulp of air. L never gasped. Not in the time I've known him. "Shinigami?" Aizawa and Matsuda noted together.

Gods of death, my knowledge of folklore answered my unspoken question. I drew in a shaky breath.

E? Did you know? Gods of death love laughter.

It's more of what I see that you don't.

Beyond's words replayed in my mind. Beyond? I thought darkly, What do you have to do with all this? What is it that you know that I don't? What is it that you see? I clenched my fists in frustration. It wasn't making sense. These dreams I've been having, why was Beyond in them, and why do I get the feeling they tied into this somehow?

Shinigami. Eyes. Kira. Second Kira. Was I wrong and the eyes were the means of using the weapon? And were the Shinigami the weapon? If so, this second Kira was even more foolish than I originally thought, to even propose that they should show each other their weapons. But…what if they weren't weapons? What if this second Kira was like me? What if he or she thought that the best lie was the truth? The most outrageous truth?

L threw his arms out and screamed. He panted heavily after screaming and fell to the side, the chair toppling over from the weight of his body. I watched in shock. I had never seen L behave like this. I chanced a look at Light. He had that look in his eyes again. Cold, calculating, sharp… "Ryuzaki!" Aizawa and Matsuda rushed to his side.

"Sh-shinigami?" L spoke shakily, "Am I supposed to believe that?" he wasn't addressing anyone in particular. The new information had thrown him off. It hadn't just opened a new theory, or thrown us off the trail of a previous lead. This Second Kira had used myth and fable against L. "Could Shinigami actually exist?" L was second-guessing himself now. I knew he was. He had been presented with a possibility that he would have written off as completely impossible under normal circumstances. I slipped away from the rest of them and into the kitchen. I grasped the counter with both hands and took a shaky breath myself.

What the hell is this? I scowled. I got a teacup and filled it with tea, sweetening it with sugar and honey. What had we gotten ourselves into? Something dangerous, I thought, repeating Beyond's words to me. Beyond…what is going on? I took a deep breath before heading back out with the warm mug in my hands.

"Yes, of course that's right," Light said with firm ridicule. "Listen to yourself, Ryuzaki, of course Shinigami don't exist."

L turned shakily to face the rest of the Task Force, "You're probably right, but I remember that Kira had those prisoners write something suggesting the existence of Shinigami." He sounded more collected than his previous actions would imply, but you could never tell. L, after all, was a proficient actor.

"So based on that fact," Mr. Yagami concluded slowly, "we're dealing with the same person after all. That would definitely explain why we're hearing the same words."

"I don't think so," Light refuted to his father's suggestion, "because if this was the same person, it's highly unlikely he would have responded to our video in the first place. And why would he agree to let L live after going through all the trouble of getting him to appear on TV. The real Kira wants him dead, so it doesn't make sense."

I saw the frantic light leave L's eyes and knew that Light's words had brought him back from his episode. I put my hand on his shoulder and handed him the cup. He took the peace offering and trained his eyes on Light.

"Then maybe there's some kind of connection between Kira and this new guy," Aizawa pitched. "They could have already met and decided to use the word 'shinigami' to confuse us."

"No, I'd say that's unlikely," L repudiated while returning the chair to an upright position. "It's as Light says. If the two Kiras were connected, I don't think the imposter would be so willing to give up on his plan to kill me. All of this suggests to me that the copycat has his own agenda and is acting independently of the first. I believe his actual motivation is to meet the original."

I wondered what tipped him off. The fan-like behavior, or the second Kira's request to meet the original in the first place? "I think you're right. He's acting out of an interest in Kira. The word 'shinigami' could very well be a reference to their killing power. Saying 'we can confirm our identities by showing our Shinigami to each other' probably means they confirm their identities to each other by somehow demonstrating their ability to kill," Light theorized. Light and L had completely taken over, and the rest of us were left to jump in or simply observe the two geniuses.

"Yes, that's it," L agreed. "Based on their messages, we can assume that the word 'shinigami' must hold some other meaning that only the real Kira and the second Kira are aware of. Now we just need to convince that copycat to tell us what that is."

"So will you respond and force him to be more specific? We have to be careful how we handle this. We can't make it too obvious that we're asking, otherwise he'll realize we're not Kira."

"Hmm, no. From now on, it's best that we leave it up to the two Kiras," L stated.

"What d'you mean?" Aizawa asked.

"I imagine that the second Kira is probably quite satisfied with the current situation now that he's received a televised response. He sent a message to get Kira's attention, and, as far as he knows, he now has it. Also there's that word he used that only the two of them would understand. We'll request to have this reply broadcast today on Sakura's night news. Naturally, this will be of interest to Kira, and he'll be following this exchange between the copycat and the one we have invented. Now, if I were Kira himself, my first priority would be to prevent this imposter from coming into contact with the police," L elaborated. "This is good for us, because it means the real Kira will feel pressured to respond this time."

"Okay," Aizawa didn't seem to completely understand, but he went with it anyway, "but let's say that he doesn't respond. Then what do we do?"

"Yes," L said thoughtfully, "I've been thinking about what the second Kira would do if he gets no response. For one, he might reveal that he knows Kira's secret, to pressure him into a meeting, of course, that would make Kira nervous. It could be interesting." That excited look returned to L's eyes, "And what would be more interesting is if Kira sends a message of his own to prevent this from happening. Ideally, this could provide us with the physical evidence we need to build a case against him. In the meantime, let's gather all the information we can on this copycat."

"Yes, well, you can get on that," I said brusquely. I turned towards the hall leading to the bedrooms.

"Oh, you won't be joining us, Endo?" Matsuda asked politely, not put down by the roughness of my tone.

I shook my head and forced a smile, "I'm not feeling very well, you'll have to excuse me. Goodnight, gentlemen." I bid them goodnight and walked into my room. I picked out my pajamas, removed the red wig that I had continued to wear since Light had joined the Task Force, and headed towards the bathroom. I froze in the hallway when I saw something frightfully disturbing.

Hovering over Light was a dark shadow, but unlike what I had seen before. Flashes of a dark mass and glimpses of red eyes. This time…the shadow had a face. It was the same figure, the one that seemed to hang over Light. The eyes were the same, large and possessing a permanently crazed expression. What was new, however, was its grin. The grin seemed to be horribly broad with small, sharp teeth bordered by thin blue lips.

I stood to the spot, unable to move. It looked like the figure from the first dream, the one Beyond morphed into. I blinked, trying to get rid of the image, but it was there. It wasn't gone in a flash like it had been before, and the eyes were watching me. I could feel them on me, and I could see them staring unblinkingly. I brought my eyes to meet the yellowed eyes with their blood red irises. Then, I felt the pounding in my head again. The brain-splitting headache that seemed to be brought on every time I saw the damned thing. I quickly entered the bathroom and shut the door behind me, fumbling with the lock until it clicked.

I started the shower and put my hands on both sides of the sink, holding on to it for support while I waited for the water to warm up. What the hell is wrong with me? I thought frantically, looking at my reflection in the mirror. I don't understand. I've been so careful. Is it the stress of the investigation getting to me? The dreams? Have they gotten so bad that I'm seeing things? I scrutinized my reflection in the slightly foggy mirror.

A thin, delicate face framed by wild, loose strands of brown hair. Full, pink lips and a button nose. Unusually vivid aquamarine blue eyes that give the slight indication of a mixed Asian and European ethnicity by the contrasting shape and color.

When I stepped into the shower, I savored the hot droplets as my skin had risen with small bumps. What's happening to me? I finished with the shower and changed into the pajamas. I picked up my worn clothes and returned to my bedroom with my towel around my shoulders. I was going to put an end to it tonight, that I was sure of.

"Beyond!" I called out. I stood in front of Wammy's House on the path that cut through the freshly mown lawn, just behind the gates that led to the street. "Beyond, I know you're here!" I shouted.

"Alright, I'm here," he appeared behind me with his little finger in his ear, "there's no need to shout."

"What the hell is going on?" I demanded immediately, storming up to him, "Shinigami? Eyes? Numbers? Shadows? What does it all mean, and what the bloody hell do you have to do with it?" I couldn't take it anymore. I felt like I was slowly unraveling. I had to know. I couldn't stand being in the dark like this.

Beyond grinned, showing off his perfectly white teeth, "You haven't put it together yet, Ever? If you can't see, then there really isn't much I can tell you."

I grabbed the front of his white shirt roughly, "I've had enough with it! Just tell me what's going on! Am I going insane? Is that why I'm seeing things?"

"Well, I wouldn't call us insane," he drawled in such an L-like manner that I almost thought it was the super detective. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Don't look at me like that, E. We aren't very different."

"Don't you dare," I pushed him away from me. "I am not like you. You were a killer, obsessed with surpassing L." Beyond was insane, I wasn't. At least, I don't think I was.

"You are like me," Beyond said sharply. I recoiled at the statement and the force behind it.

"No, I'm not," I insisted. "You were a killer! You left everything you had! You left me behind at Wammy's!"

"And I regretted it!" Beyond snapped angrily, his eyes flashing dangerously.

I scowled at him and sighed tiredly, "This is besides the point. Tell me what all of this is. Why you've been haunting my dreams? What do you have to do with Kira? What is it you know?"

He rolled his eyes, "I've already told you. If you can't see, then there isn't much I can tell you."

"What is it I can't see?" I demanded, "I've looked at everything. The evidence, the people, the victims. What is it I can't…" I trailed off and seemingly felt my heart stop beating in my chest. What if I literally wasn't seeing something? What if there was something there that I should have been able to see, but I couldn't?

Beyond seemed to notice this small revelation of mine. He smirked knowingly, "Are you getting it now, E?"

"The shadow," I started, "what is it? The one I keep seeing here, is it the same as the one I'm seeing in reality?"

"But, E, how do you know that this isn't reality?" he had that look, the same one L got. Mischievous and excited.

"Because you're dead," I stated. Even in my dreams, Beyond wanted to mislead me. Typical. "Anyway, the shadow. Why does it appear in reality? It isn't real."

"Or is it?"

I ignored him and continued, "Am I losing my mind? Just answer me that, Beyond. I can't stand it." I couldn't handle the thought. He was right. I was like him, but I didn't want to be like him. I didn't want to lose my mind. I didn't want to be a murderer.

"If I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me," Beyond stated. He was right. I probably wouldn't believe him.

"Then tell me something I can believe." I hated the sound of my voice. I sounded weak, lost, broken. Like a little girl who needed someone to give her something to hold on to.

Beyond didn't answer immediately. Instead he looked up at the sky. It had gone from a pale blue of early morning to various grays. "Oh, look," he mumbled. I did. I watched as the grass around us died and the earth itself splintered. Wammy's house crumbled to ruins. The gate rusted and bent in on itself. I watched as everything around me died. I turned back to Beyond. He was changing again, morphing into that damned shadow. His eyes glowed red and his mouth twisted into a gruesome grin, "You're almost there, Essie. Just look closer." Then the laughter. "E! Everest!"

I shot up, screaming, my forehead collided with something painfully, and I hissed. I looked up and saw what, or rather who, I had butted heads with. My breath hitched and I scrambled away from him out of fear. My breathing hadn't slowed yet, and my hair was plastered to my face with sweat. "I always knew were hard headed, but that actually hurt," I ignored the poor joke. "Everest?" the voice was clearly L's, not Beyond's. I forced myself to relax. I drew my knees to my body and wrapped my arms around myself, burying my face in them.

"Turn the lights on," I ordered with a rough voice. I had screamed my throat raw again.

"Uh?" he started uncertainly. It was an odd demand, and he wasn't sure what to do.

"Turn the lights on," I snapped. I heard the click of the switch and saw the yellow lights go on. I looked up slowly. My eyes darted around the room, searching irrationally for a large humanoid shadow. There was nothing there; I felt my shoulders sag in relief. I put my face in my hands and pushed my hair back.

"You were having a night terror," L stated.

"Yeah," I didn't bother denying it. They were getting worse. Every time, they would start off fine, but they would end with that shadow or the laughter or the eyes. They were getting worse, more vivid.

"I take it you've been having these for a while now," L's question sounded more like a statement.

"Yeah," I repeated.

"How long?"

"Since the first one," I answered, "every time I sleep. Needless to say, I haven't gotten much sleep lately."

L made a sound of disapproval, "Have you told Watari?"

"No."

"Well, I think it would be best to tell one of us what happens in these dreams," he tried to sound certain, but he didn't know how to handle the situation. He wasn't good at comforting others, not if he didn't have data or facts or evidence to fall back on.

I rested my chin on my knees and hugged them closer to my body, "It's Beyond. Every time, he's there. The conversations are different, but it's always the same thing. He either tries to warn me away from the case, or he gives me cryptic messages, or he argues with me. And every time, he turns into this shadow with glowing red eyes, and he's laughing. The laughter…it's…unnatural."

"E," L started, "Beyond is…"

"Dead, I know," I snapped. "You don't have to remind me. Believe me, I know."

L was silent for a moment, "It was just a dream, Everest."

I shook my head, "It's not just a dream. I…I've been seeing things. The shadow, I've seen it, and it has the eyes and laugh. I've heard it laughing."

"It seems to me that you're suffering symptoms of sleep deprivation," L stated rationally. I reached out and grabbed his arm, holding on to the white fabric of his sleeve as if it was anchoring me to reality…which it very well could have been.

"But…what if I'm not?" fear had wormed its way into my already weak, scratchy voice. "What if I'm losing my mind?"

"Yes, I suppose that is a possibility," L mused. I flinched, that was not what I wanted to hear, but maybe it was the truth. "However, the possibility of that being true is only seventeen percent."

"It happened to Beyond," I said shakily, "it could happen to me."

"B was consumed by his desire to surpass me," L stated. "He was unable to do so as a detective, therefore he resolved to do so as a criminal. BB was of perfectly sound mind and body."

He was also a very convincing actor, I thought to myself. In fact, when it came to Wammy's kids, you could never tell. We were unorthodox in our methods, odd in our behavior, and capable as actors. We could have all been insane…I could have been mad from the very start. "You can't be sure of that." I barked out a humorless laugh, "Beyond's dead and he's still making my life difficult."

L didn't respond to this, but I'm sure he had thought of one. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, I kept talking, "He was nineteen when he left. Do you think he was seeing things too?" Again, I didn't wait for his response, "He said something about seeing something I couldn't. Numbers."

"Everest, I think you're forgetting that these are just dreams," L pointed out.

"And what if they're not?" I snapped.

"Don't tell me you actually believe that the ghost of your deceased…"

I cut off his belittling sharply, "Don't you dare say it, and it's much better than the alternative of my sanity slipping away."

"Your sanity isn't going anywhere," L stated tiredly. It was the same tone he used with Aizawa when the older man questioned what L saw as obvious.

I drew my knees closer to my torso and tightened my arms around them, burying my face in my knees. "L, do you think I'm like Beyond?" I asked quietly. Because I think I am, I added silently. And wasn't I? I was competitive and jealous. I couldn't stand being second best, not to my own…not to Beyond. I never left things unfinished. I was too stubborn to leave a case incomplete, just like Beyond. Even when he had killed those people, he had planned to finish things…to go all the way through with it.

"No," L droned. He drew the word out, and I could hear the musing behind it. For someone who sounded so thoughtful, he also sounded too certain. I wondered what kind of evidence did he have to support his response? He was mentally comparing us. Me and Beyond. "You're much too straightforward. BB had always been deceitful, not unlike me, honestly. You aren't as playful as BB. You're much too serious, Everest." I could hear the pout in his voice and a small smile formed on my lips. "BB was a…what was it you called me? A sick bastard?"

"Hm, that's right. I believe I had called you that," I looked up, reminiscing those days at Wammy's.

"That was mean of you."

"Yes, I suppose it was," I mused, slowly letting the tension leave my body as my legs slipped down and my hands fell to sit in my lap.

"I would like an apology," L stated.

I looked at him with false surprise, "Why would I do that? I wasn't wrong." I actually saw L pout childishly, and he walked towards the door, seeing that I was much more stable than when he had entered. "L," I called out. The porcupine haired detective stopped and turned with the pad of his thumb in his mouth. "Thank you." He nodded before exiting my room.

Once he was gone, I sighed. L hadn't succeeded in soothing my fears. He had managed to calm me down, but I couldn't stop wondering if I was slowly losing my mind. Even if I was, that was irrelevant. These dreams were more than what L made them out to be. There was some kind of strange truth in them, I was sure of that.

You're almost there, Essie. Just look closer.

Beyond's parting words echoed in my head. What exactly was I supposed to look at closer? The Kira Case? My dreams? Both? The shadow that I… My eyes widened in realization. The shadow that I only seemed to see around Light Yagami? I immediately jumped out of the bed and sat in my usual position on the chair with my right foot on the ground and the left tucked under me. I turned on the computer screens and started searching for the connection. There was something else here, something that had less and less to do with the Kira case but more to do with myself and Beyond. Something that connected the two.

I could practically hear the proud laughter of Beyond's familiar raspy laugh, That' a girl, Essie.

I smirked at the thought of Beyond's praise, That's right, Beyond. Whatever it is you're hiding, I'll find it. Because, just like you, I always find out in the end. This time, when I heard his laugh in my head, I wasn't afraid.

Ever since L had woken me from my nightmare, he had instructed Watari to keep a closer watch on me in case I had another nightmare. It was annoying to know that L had assigned Mr. Wammy to be my baby sitter, but it was also comforting in a way to have someone responsible for me again. A few days have passed and we haven't spoken of it since, and I was determined to leave it that way. L had quit giving me the cold shoulder, and things were back to normal in our odd little household. Of course, he was still upset with me for telling Light the truth.

Speaking of Light, he was still avoiding me. In class, he would make quite the show of making small talk with Takada. I would be lying if I said it wasn't beginning to annoy me. He was going to wait until the opportune moment before approaching me again. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't going to let that happen.

"Is this the one, Ever?" Watari asked, pulling up to the parlor he knew full well was the one, but asked out of politeness' sake.

I nodded from where I sat in the passenger seat. Unlike L, I felt rather uncomfortable with treating Watari as a servant rather than our caretaker. Not that the old man minded at all. He was still closer to L than any other person. "Thank you, Watari," I said gratefully. "I'll call you as soon as I'm done here." I got out of the car and headed turned towards the door, holding it open for a blond girl who dressed in a Lolita-style fashion that I found cute.

"Thank you," she chirped politely without even looking at me. I followed her up the stairs and to the second floor of the shop that I had grown accustomed to. I found Light sitting in a booth against the far wall, narrowed eyes glaring at his coffee with that pointed look in them. He was wearing the same white jacket and black dress shirt with jeans as he had the day L and I spoke after my nightmare.

"That expression suits you," I commented lightly, taking the seat across from him.

As soon as he heard my voice, the look in his eyes vanished, replaced with surprise and a mild politeness to conceal the cautious guard in them, "Oh, Reika..."

I held one hand up, stopping him there, "Ignorance doesn't suit you, Light. So please, go back to your glowering if you must. Look, I'm not here to talk to you about playing dress up." I noticed the annoyed twitch of his eye at my choice in words. Of course I meant him being Kira, but the way I had phrased it made him sound like a little girl trying on her mother's dresses. I had meant it to sound like that. I could do much better than 'playing dress up'. I was also aware that in this secluded part of the café, code wasn't necessary.

"So why are you here?" Light asked curiously.

I scoffed, "I'm sick of you ignoring me. It's childish, and in all honesty, you're being stupid."

Light sighed, "You understand why I can't really trust you after what you said about who you really are."

"I broke your trust," I stated knowingly, "and for that I'm sorry. But, you know, it's not like I've been pretending to be someone I'm not." He looked at me disbelievingly, as if he couldn't believe I had just said that. "I had used an alias, yes, but everything Reika Endo was, is everything I am."

I'm sure Light understood this, but there was no way of convincing him that I wasn't lying. He'd have to figure that out on his own. Or I'd have to prove to him that I trusted him on some level. "You lied to me," Light said with a sigh, crossing his arms, "I can't forgive that easily."

As usual, I wasn't one to let an opportunity pass me by. "But you can forgive it," I pressed.

He exhaled heavily, "Yeah. I can't stay mad at you forever. Besides, now that we're working together, we'll have to get along."

I offered him a small smile, "And I'm sure you were beginning to miss my company." Light chuckled, and I smiled contentedly. Light probably wouldn't forgive me, and he might never trust me, but knowing Light, he would try to use me. I know this, because it's exactly what Beyond, L, or even I would do.

However, I was perfectly fine with this, because I would use Light Yagami too.

A/N...I hope everyone's doing well ^.^

So, I noticed that E's character is kind of difficult to pinpoint, but she is an erratic character. Feedback is always welcome ^.^

Also, I've decided that I'm going to keep working with this story for a while, but I'll have to juggle with a bunch of other stories I'm writing. Please bear with me. Thanks. You're all lovely.