Mikau: Hello everyone! I'm especially pleased with this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, wish me luck because I'm trying out for "A Doll's House" tomorrow. I know I won't get a part because there are only five female roles, and as usual Juniors and Seniors are cast first. Oh well. It will be fun anyway just to go and see who all tries out. Anyway, back to the story. I think there will only be a couple more chapters. We may be down to the last 10…or 5…or 20…As we've been over numerous times before, I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to guessing the number of chapters left. We could have another 30 to go and I wouldn't know it. I know exactly what I want to happen from now to the end (I made a little check list back in August or so when I started TBT of all the things I wanted to happen and in what order, and now I'm down to the final 10 or so items), but I don't know how many chapters it will take to finish off my list. Who knows, I could add some things—scratch that—I will add some things, but I don't know how long it will take me to finish. Okay, I've talked long enough. Thanks to those who always read my babble before and after the fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.

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Reunited

I looked down at the baby in my arms and tried to smile. All that came were tears, yet the baby never cried.

Hoshi never cried. She reminded me of myself in a way. She was calm and collected, never making a fuss, never complaining, yet she seemed to be plotting something. You could tell by looking in her eyes. There was hidden genius in there along with a glimmer of mischief.

Thorn, on the other hand, was the moodiest child I had ever met. She would cry for absolutely no reason at all, and then she'd suddenly stop. I believe she did it purely to annoy me. Her eyes were filled with innocence though, so I couldn't stay mad at her for long. I had a feeling that she hated me. She didn't like it when I held her, and she'd always cry when I tried to do anything for her.

Kanna always fed Thorn, but of course Kanna wasn't home at that moment. In fact, no one was. It was New Year's Day, so I couldn't ask the staff to work. Everyone had the day off to spend with his or her family, and I was alone in my ridiculously huge mansion with my twin daughters. I cursed the size of my house. It was awfully lonely being so rich.

I finished feeding Hoshi and attempted to pick up Thorn. She, of course, screeched and wailed, not accepting the bottle I offered her. The struggle went on for a while until I heard the doorbell ring.

I didn't think much of it, thinking that one of the servants would get it. A minute or so later it rung again. Again I didn't think anything of it, and returned to WWIII with my younger daughter.

When the bell rung a third time, I decided to do something about it. I shouted to anyone near enough to hear me, "Hey, could someone get the door?" Then it donned on me that there was no one else in the house to get the door. "Hold on a minute; I'm coming!"

I set Thorn down and made a move toward the door. The child screeched at me to pick her back up. I complied with her demand and made another attempt at the door. This time Hoshi called me back. She didn't exactly cry, but instead made her little 'I am very displeased with your course of action.' noise. I went back and picked her up as well.

With both children in my arms, I finally reached the door. I used my shaman powers to open it since both hands were full.

"Hao!" In stepped my own younger twin.

"Yoh? What are you doing here? I thought you and Anna were out of the country." Thorn was crying again, so I bounced her softly as best as I could with Hoshi in my other arm.

Yoh looked me over carefully. "Yeah, uh, we were, but…—God you look awful."

I raised an eyebrow at him curiously. "Uh…thanks?... Feel free to come in." I started walking back to the living room where I had been before and motioned for him to follow.

Yoh looked inquisitively at the building as we walked back to the living room, in awe of everything that he saw. "You've got a beautiful house…. I wish the Inn were this gorgeous, then there would be a lot of patrons."

"Thanks. I—" I hesitated before continuing. "Ivy decorated the whole place." I set Hoshi back down and tried to get Thorn to take a bottle from me.

"I'm sorry." Yoh sat down in an armchair across from me and looked me over again nervously.

"So what are you doing here?" Hoshi started fussing again, and I made a move to pick her back up.

Yoh beat me to it, picking up his niece and rocking her gently. "Which one is this?" He smiled his contagious grin, but I couldn't return the smile.

"She's Hoshi. This one is Thorn." Thorn finally took the bottle and sucked on it contently.

"They're beautiful." His smile grew as he looked both twins over. "Hoshi looks a lot like you."

"And Thorn looks like Ivy." I set the bottle down and laid Thorn down for her nap. A heavy sigh escaped my throat.

Yoh set Hoshi down next to Thorn, and rested a worried hand on my shoulder. "You really do look your age. I mean you look horrible."

I looked into the wall mirror at my messy crimson hair pulled up in a lopsided ponytail. I looked over my torn blue jeans, and worn black tank top. My face was pale and my eyes were red. I looked thinner since I had lost a lot of weight from not eating. "I do look old." I smiled spitefully at my reflection, laughing at my pathetic state.

"Hao?" Our eyes met in the mirror. He was worried about me.

"Hm?" The smile drained from my face. I didn't have the energy to sustain it.

"How are you?" His voice was filled with concern.

"Miserable." I sunk into the nearby couch and let my head hang, resting in my hands.

My twin sat next to me and put an arm around my shoulders. "I came as soon as I heard. It took forever to get here. There was a huge snowstorm over in the U.S.A., and all planes were grounded. Opacho called me on the 27th, but I couldn't get a flight until yesterday morning. Anna was completely devastated, and she decided to stay in the states with the Patch until I came back. I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault." I fought back tears as they threatened to fall.

Yoh was near tears as well. "But isn't there something we can do? Can't we bring her back or get the angels to or something? We're the Shaman Kings after all, what good is this power unless we use it?"

"We can't use our powers for ourselves, and the angels can't do anything for her this time. There's no grand plan this time, so they can't bring her back again." I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

"I'm sorry Hao…. So, so sorry." Yoh hugged me tightly and we both cried.

"Thanks." I mumbled. "I still can't believe you came all this way just for me."

"That's what brothers are for." He wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to smile.

"Hao!" I could feel someone shaking me. "Hao! Wake up! Hey Hao!"

I sat straight up in bed and whacked my head on something incredibly thick. Twin "Ow!"s resounded. I rubbed the sore spot gingerly and looked up into two dark eyes, identical to my own.

"Oh. You're up." My lazy twin brother hovered over me, a worried look in his eye. "You were crying in your sleep."

I reached up to my eyes, and sure enough, there were tears. I wiped them away and smiled reassuringly at Yoh. "Just having a depressing dream. But it was only a dream, and what harm can dreams do?"

"Hmm." He looked at me intently. "I guess so. Anna sent me to wake you up and tell you to 'get your ass out on the dance floor now or else she'll have to drag you out there herself.'"

"I'll be out in a minute." I pulled myself out of bed and got my costume out of the closet.

"Okay. See ya." Yoh still looked worried, or if not worried, distracted. That was so unlike my brother. I decided not to question him. He looked as if he had enough to deal with already, and I didn't want to bother him.

I slipped on a pair of navy blue pants, a fairly dressy burgundy shirt, and a loose sienna colored jacket. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail, and put on a pair of glasses without lens in them. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, and tucking a ring case into my pants pocket, I exited the room.

Loud music and the mixed hum of voices met my ears, almost deafening me. I waded into the crowd, looking for Valerie, but I couldn't discern her face among the sea of others. What I did see, however, shocked me speechless. My eldest daughter and one of my enemies making out on the dance floor.

There was Hoshi in the arms of the devil himself. It was obvious what was going on; the way she looked at him and blushed as he lovingly stroked her cheek. Hoshi's actions weren't so surprising; I had more or less figured out that she was madly in love with someone. She had been acting so strangely for a few weeks beforehand, and I could guess from her behavior that she had fallen for somebody. She had been floating around on air, off in her own little world for days, so it was only natural to assume she was in love.

The surprising thing about it was the way Lucifer looked. The gleam in his eye as he looked into her crystal blue orbs, the way he held her, the way he kissed her. It was all so familiar. It took me a minute to realize where I had seen it before, but before long it all came rushing back to me. He looked at Hoshi the way that I looked at Ivy. He loved her. He cared for her more than anything else in the world. She was his world, his life, his reason to live. She was everything to him.

And somehow, when I saw them there together, she with her arms around his neck, and willingly submitting to him, and he with his tongue down her throat, and hands freely roaming her body, I wasn't angry like I had been when Ivy and I had walked in on them earlier with him on top of her in bed. I didn't hate him; I wasn't mad. They seemed so right together.

'She must have been the one he was telling me about. A week ago when he told me he was in love and wanted to marry. He's completely serious about her.' My entire body had gone numb as I stood there. Thoughts raced through my head. Should I stop them? Should I walk away and leave them be? Should I corner her later and forbid her from seeing him? Should I take it up with him afterwards? Should I talk to her after the party and give her my blessing? Was I really accepting this or was I just numb to the thought of my daughter being in love with the Devil? I don't know how long I stood there, as time seemed to me to be standing still, but they broke their kiss, and he went off in the direction of the refreshments table. Now was my chance to talk to either of them alone. What would I do? Should I take the opportunity that had been laid at my feet, or should I walk away?

Walk I did. I walked up behind Hoshi, but hesitated before saying anything. I looked at her for a moment, but that moment was long enough to tell me what I had to do. "So, who was he?"

She jumped. She hadn't sensed me behind her, but in that crowd of people, who would? "Dad! Uh, what are you doing here!" 'Damn! Did he see us? Oh my god, if he did it's all over.'

I lifted an eyebrow at her, ignoring her thoughts. "It is my Birthday party after all. Now, are you going to answer my question or not?"

'I can't lose Lucifer now. What do I do? Lie! That's the only way.' "That guy? Oh, he's no one. I just met him. He hasn't even told me his name yet. He's nice though, don't you think?"

I smirked knowingly at her. "Yes, he must have been nice for you to have just met him, but already let him kiss you like that. Or maybe it's that you make a practice of heavily making out with men you just meet?"

'I am so dead. Well…maybe I can run away with Lucifer or something. Yeah, we can elope. That would be nice. Then we could be happy.' She looked down at the floor, ashamed at being caught. "So you saw that did you? Then I guess you recognize him?"

I nodded. "What's he done to you Hoshi, and don't bother lying." I felt that to be a good father I had to ask even though I could make outlandish assumptions and still come close to the truth.

She immediately denied everything. "Nothing! He hasn't done anything to me!" 'Well it's sort of true…he's never forced anything on me.'

"I told you not to lie. You've slept with him haven't you?"

She looked down at her feet and mumbled back, "Y-yes." I could hear the tears in her voice. She thought that she was going to lose him forever.

"And you love him?" I continued with my ruthless questioning.

Another meeped 'yes' was barely heard over the crowd's roar.

"And you'd never forgive me if I told you that you could never see him again?"

This time she nodded, too choked up for words.

"And he makes you happy?" I bit my lip, telling myself not to comfort her just yet.

"M-more than anything. He's the one thing in my life that gives me any sort of joy whatsoever. P-please don't take him away from me." She bit back her tears to beg me not to destroy her. She had never cried as a baby, but now…

Now was the time I stepped in and comforted her, hugging her, rubbing her back, and fishing for the most soothing words I could find. "Shhhhh. I'm not here to take anything away from you. I haven't been much of a father to you your whole life, so why should I start trying to control you now? I figure after a few hundred years, you should be able to take care of yourself. As long as you're happy, I'm happy for you, but if he ever hurts you, tell me and I'll rip his guts out."

Two big, bright, tear-stained, sapphire eyes glowed up at me. "You mean…?"

I nodded.

Her hold on me got tighter, and she cried even harder, what I expect were tears of joy. She seemed breathless as she weakly breathed the words "Thank you so much."

Lucifer returned with punch just in time to see Hoshi break away from me. She laughed merrily as she hugged her boyfriend tightly. The demon king just looked stupidly between me and my daughter, a lost look on his face. "Uh…Hoshi?"

She only smiled happily at him. He turned to me, looking puzzled.

I smirked half-heartedly. "So she's the one you were telling me about."

A charming blush painted his cheeks. He nodded. "Yeah. She's the one."

I nodded back, an understanding between men. "Hurt her and you're dead."

Lucifer laughed nervously and nodded again. "Yes sir."

I smiled and walked away, happy that I could make one of my daughters happy, but I had a foreboding feeling that I was making a grave error, trusting Lucifer with my daughter's heart.

I shook off the feeling and returned to my search, finding the thing I was looking for disguised as a bride with a knife through her heart. I approached the veiled beauty sitting on the benches. "Hey."

"Hey." Valerie returned the greeting, and I sat down next to her. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dancing with all the pretty women out there? I thought I saw Mari and Macchi looking for you. They're dressed as strippers."

"Why would I want to dance with all the other women when I could just sit here and stare at you. You're far more beautiful than the rest all put together." I lifted her veil. "May I kiss the bride?"

She looked away, pulling the veil down before I could get a good look at her face. "Ha. Very funny. Thank you for the compliment, but flattery will get you nowhere. And just what are you supposed to be? A journalist or something?"

"Close." I pushed my glasses back up on my nose. "Try Clark Kent."

I could just see her smile beneath the cloth covering her face. "Oh really? Then are you wearing a Superman costume under that?" I thought I could make out a wink.

"Take me back to your bedroom, and you can find out." I smiled suggestively, but the smile faded as she turned away from me again.

"Not tonight Hao. I'm not up to it." There was a tired and sad tone in her voice.

"Are you okay?" My expression changed to a worried one as I tilted her chin to face me. "Maybe you should go lie down in your room?"

"I suppose you want to tag along then?" I could imagine her rolling her eyes at me under the veil.

"I'm serious, you don't seem to be well." I smiled softly at her.

"Maybe you're right…" She got to her feet, but fell back down as soon as she stood up. I caught her and helped her to stand steadily.

"You okay?" I gently stroked her cheek as she leaned heavily on me, I supporting most of her weight.

"Mmhmm." She nodded, but I could tell she was weak.

"Maybe I should go with you. Is that okay?" I picked her up and started off towards her room.

Again she nodded, laying her head on my shoulder and not struggling. I took her back to her room and lay her gently on her bed. "Thanks." She softly murmured.

"What's up with you? You were fine yesterday, but now…. Are you getting a flu bug or something?" I sat down next to her and reached to take off her veil.

"Don't!" She swatted my hands away yet again. "I'll be fine tomorrow. I just don't feel well right this minute. You don't have to worry so much about me."

Something was wrong. Even if she denied it, I knew there was something that she wasn't telling me. That something made me uneasy about going forward with my plan. "You sure?"

"Mmhmm. Positive. You don't have to stay with me, you should go enjoy your party." She smiled, but I could see through it.

"I told you that I'd rather stay with you." I paused, unsure of how I should go about this. "I have something to ask you."

"Something like what?" She sat up in bed and raised an eyebrow at me, unsure if this 'something' was a good 'something' or a bad 'something'.

"Close your eyes and you'll see." I smirked at her skeptical look.

"That makes no sense at all." And yet she closed them anyway.

I did as Hao asked, closing my eyes, but not seeing the point to all of it. I felt somewhat apprehensive about what he had planned. I could tell he was scheming something, but I couldn't tell what. What the hell did he want to ask me?

"Okay. You can open them." I knew he was smiling by the tone of his voice, but I still felt uneasy.

I opened my eyes anyway. The spectacle before me shocked me. There was my X-husband down on one knee with an open ring case in his outstretched hand. The ring was absolutely gorgeous. A blood red phoenix with sapphire eyes, and a topaz beak was mounted on a gold band. One would have to be an idiot not to be able to tell it was an engagement ring. A very expensive one at that.

My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped into a perfect "O". My mind was wiped blank as I stared. All I could do was stare and gape. I lifted my veil to get a better look at the ring, no longer caring if he saw how deathly pale my face was, but then again, he probably couldn't tell because of the dim lighting in my room.

I stared and he smiled, clearly all to pleased with himself for getting that type of a reaction from me. Our eyes met. And it was then that my brain started functioning again. "Hao, this is…I mean…Oh. My. GOD. It's gorgeous." I pieced together broken fragments of sentences.

His smile widened. "You're gorgeous." He got up and sat on the bed beside me. "So I guess you can figure out what I wanted to ask you, ne?"

I looked from his eyes to the ring, then back to him. I let my gaze drop back to the ring so that I wouldn't have to look him in the eye when I told him I was dying.

I was about to open my mouth to tell him, but words came out of his mouth faster than mine. "I guess this is sort of unexpected since I don't believe that I've even told you before that I loved you. But I do love you Valerie…more than anything."

I wanted to jump in right there and tell him who I really was. I hated Valerie, and hearing those words from his mouth addressed to her made my blood boil. He was supposed to be in love with me! I was his wife after all.

But he continued speaking. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I made a mistake when I married your cousin instead of you. I can't believe I wasted so many years of my life with Ivy when I could have had you. Please, let my fix that mistake now. Will you marry me?"

"What?" I prayed that he hadn't really said what I thought he had. My already numb body lost even more feeling. I felt my nonexistent heart cracking as piece by piece he broke my heart.

"I asked if you would marry me." He smiled sweetly, slicing away at me slowly with paper cuts.

"No." My voice wavered as I fought to keep it under control. "I mean about Ivy."

"Forget Ivy." And that was the decisive blow that was meant to take off my head. Too bad he missed the first time and had to take several more whacks at me before he completely severed my head.

"I don't need her now that I have you. I love you so much more than I ever could her. She was just a naïve child; you're a woman. I need you. I've wasted enough of my life mourning over her." Silent tears flowed down my face. I turned away, unable to look at him. Just hearing his voice was enough torture; I didn't need to see the loving look on his face too. That look was meant for Valerie, not me.

"Now it's time to move on and forget her. Leave Ivy in the past. Now it's just you and me, the way it should have been from the beginning. I never should have met Ivy; it should have been you Valerie. I love you." The tears came even faster up until the point where I couldn't stand it.

"Stop! Please stop! I can't take anymore!" I buried my face in my hands and sobbed. "Hao, I'm not—That is to say…. I'm…. I'm really…" I couldn't get the words out. They were like sharp knives coming up my throat, cutting my mouth and tongue and insides and leaving me bleeding until all that was left was a pile of blood and a broken woman.

I wanted to die then and there until two arms enveloped me, holding me tightly and soothing me. "Shhhh. Ivy, it's okay. I already know."

Tears still falling, I looked up at him and a weight seemed to be lifted from my heart. I reached up and cupped his cheek, looking him straight in the eye. I buried my face in his chest and sobbed some more. "Why didn't you tell me you knew?"

"Why didn't you tell me first?" He held me as if I would fade away at any moment. Hao's fingers ran slowly through my hair.

"I don't know." I honestly answered. "Sure Anna told me not to at first in order for us to make a completed body so I could come back to you. There were so many times that I wanted to tell, but I was afraid." My tears receded some, and I rested my head on his shoulder, against the nape of his neck.

"Afraid of what?" He continued smoothing my hair then running his fingers through it.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't want me anymore." Those harsh words that haunted my nightmares cut me even then coming out of my mouth.

He chuckled softly, and I could feel his smile on me as he held me even tighter. It was as if he was trying to reassure me. "You know, sometimes you can be so stupid. Why on earth would you ever think that?"

I blushed slightly and dried my tears. "Well, I thought that you would rather have a living, breathing, bleeding wife. Now that I hear it out loud, it sounds so stupid, so foolish. I suppose I was afraid you wouldn't accept me the way I was. I was so afraid to lose you. I love you too much to lose you. That's why I didn't go on to Heaven when I first died. I didn't want to leave you. I wanted to find a way to be reunited with you. I love you too much and it blinds my common sense. It makes me do stupid things."

He tilted my chin upwards and smirked happily. "But that's what I love about you. You're so cute when you get wrapped up in things and lose yourself in them. It just shows that you really care. That, and that you have a big heart." I blushed and smiled back at him. And then he kissed me. A long and passionate kiss. One like we hadn't shared in years. It had been so long, and each had missed the other exponentially. Soon time found us with my dress off and him on top of me.

Hao broke the kiss long enough to get in a few words edge-wise. "I'm sorry for making you cry before." As soon as he was done, our lips flew back to each other. "I really just wanted to hear it from your lips."

"It's okay." Oh how I had missed him. "Really. I don't blame you." I had felt so alone and depressed, but then in that moment, all of that left me. "I love you."

"I love you more." He smirked down at me. A challenge.

"I really don't think so." I smiled my own treacherous grin.

He took off his own shirt. "Marry me Ivy?"

"Yes, oh yes." How I had longed for that word. My name on his tongue was pure ecstasy. He slipped the ring on my finger. "Hao, should we really be doing this before we're married?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes and trailed kisses up and down my neck. "We were married once, so I don't see anything wrong with it."

A thought distracted me from the present moment. "You know Hao, Anna's bound to wonder where I am if I'm gone from the party too long."

He looked down at me like I was crazy. "Ivy, it's been sixteen years, I plan to keep you here all night no matter what Anna says." His lips clamped back over mind and I didn't dare make any other arguments. I finally felt like myself again. The person I was when I was alive. Ivy Kyôyama-Asakura was back, and Valerie was washed far from the shores of my mind.

A small sound made my heart jump and drew my attention away from my husband-to-be. "Did you hear that?"

He kissed the lobe of my ear and whispered a soft "No."

I smiled as he went back to kissing my lips. "No, seriously." I laughed as I tried to talk while he kissed me. "I swear I heard someone at the door."

"And I swear I didn't hear anything at all, just you trying to get out of sleeping with me." He repositioned himself on top of me and started unhooking my bra with his teeth.

"I was doing nothing of the sort." I couldn't help but smile and laugh as I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling it out of its ponytail.

But then I heard the sound again, and he, apparently, heard it too, for he jumped, surprised. It was louder this time; unmistakably it was a knock at the door. A timid knock, to be sure, but a knock all the same. We stopped what we were doing and looked at each other, sitting up in bed.

"Valerie?" A meek, tear-strained voice called for me.

I glanced at Hao, a 'What should I do?' look on my face.

"Valerie? Are you in there?" The girl's voice called again.

"Is that Thorn?" I whispered.

Hao murmured back. "I think so. Go ahead and answer."

"Yes? I'm here. Thorn, is that you?" I bit my lip. It would be so awkward if she walked in on us.

"Y-yes. It's me." It was obvious from her shaking, wavering voice that she was crying her heart out. "Can I come in?"

Hao and I exchanged panicked looks. "Uh…why exactly? I'm sort of sick, and I don't want you to catch anything."

"Lying to your daughter?" Hao teased me under his breath.

I shot an 'Oh shut up.' look his way.

"I just really need to talk to someone, and Hoshi is sort of…busy…with Lucifer at the minute, and I-I…I just really need to talk to you, p-please?" She was really crying by now.

I cast a fleeting look at Hao. "Go ahead and talk to her, but you're having brunch with me tomorrow at the café."

"I'd love to." I whispered back, kissing him quickly on the cheek before scrambling to put on a bathrobe. "Just a minute, Thorn!"

Hao rushed to pick up his clothes, and kissed me one last time before poofing out of the room in a small burst of flames.

I sat on my bed and tried to look sick. It didn't take much seeing as I was practically on my deathbed. "Okay, come in!"

The door slowly creaked open, just a bit at first, and then just enough for Thorn to step into the room. The bedraggled teenager quickly shut the door after she got all the way in the room.

It was all too obvious that something was drastically wrong. The way she carried herself, her appearance, and of course her tears were enough to prove that point. I patted the spot on the bed next to me, motioning for her to sit. She did, but very slowly, very labored. It was as if every step she took pained her.

I tilted her chin upward in order to see her face better, but she pulled away. "What's the matter?" My voice sounded so odd even to my own ears. I found that I sounded awkward when I tried to be a comforting mother.

Thorn unexpectedly attached herself to my torso and launched into an uncontrollable fit of sobs. At first I didn't know what to do, but soon my arms naturally found my way around her, and with my head rested on hers, I rubbed her back and gently hushed her. "It can't possibly be that bad."

"Oh yes it can! The only man I've ever loved has deceived me and broken my heart. It can't possibly get any worse than this." She bawled some more into my bathrobe, and I could see her heartbreak in her tears.

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To Black Butterfly: A bit dramatic? Hmm. I don't think so. My style is dramatic and descriptive, so I don't think I can do less of either for fear that my writing would lose quality. I find it helpful to write in lengthy detail as long as it stays interesting because to me it seems if you are given more details then you have an easier time getting inside a character's head. For me that is what it's all about: making others understand how I character thinks and why they behave the way they do. For me if a reader understands or identifies with a character, then all the weeks and months of writing and sleep deprivation are worth it. Sorry, didn't mean to go into a lengthy speech, but sometimes when I really feel about and issue I tend to do that. Also, I would be honored if you named yourself ThornAsakura4ever.

To Hannah: Hello! It's been awhile. I showed my friend, Serena who is also reading TBT at the moment, your TBT and I,SR pictures, and she said they were amazing. Just wanted to let you know. Anyway, back to your question about Lucy. Yes it was him. There's a reason he's acting weird, but that will be revealed in later chapters.

Thanks To: Lady Valandario, isa18, Shamanbabe, Sonseray, Ishimaru Miwa, thoughtless dreamer, MaiValentinefan, Andrea Nefisto, Black Butterfly, HAO-Addictive, Hannah, and KaZuYa MiNeKuRa.

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