Chapter Fourteen: We're Even!

"Megumi-sama?"

The girl sitting at the edge of her bed glowered sourly at the servant peeking nervously at her from the doorway. Around the age of maybe seventeen, the tall girl was as eye-catching as any royal beauty; with long, sleek raven hair and a tiny but complete figure, dressed in pale skin that made her scarlet lips and maroon eyes glint obviously, like ruby against silk. A dark green kimono adorned her body, golden vines and leaves winding themselves down the skirt and sleeves, the collar speckled as though the bullion flora had shattered into thousands of grains of sand. The scarlet obi, rent by strokes of black, encircled her waist, the knot tied complexly with white.

The maid stepped inside, bowing respectfully before saying, "Megumi-sama, company will be here very soon; it's best that you get dressed now."

"I do not want to," replied the girl, rebelliously crossing her arms. Takani Megumi was the daughter of a powerful Japanese daimyo, a strictly loyal man named Takani Ryusei. Usually, Megumi was a very serene and accepting person, but her calm attitude had been recently ruined when her father proclaimed he planned to marry her away quite soon, to some boy Megumi didn't even know.

Sighing, the patient maid named Anzu came to Megumi's bedside. She studied the stressed girl for a moment, before asking, "Megumi-sama doesn't want to meet her suitor, does she?"

"With due and utter respect," Megumi replied, though she didn't seem to want to pay any due and utter respect to the fact, "…no, I do not. I don't even know his name, much less of what he looks like!"

"Ryusei-sama announced that you'd be married to the son of Sagara Souzou-sama," Anzu said, turning and rummaging through Megumi's accessories, picking out a few items and setting them upon the end table for future use. "Ryusei-sama and Sagara-sama are very good friends, so it doesn't come as much a surprise that they'd want their families to intermarry, if I'm not being too bold."

Megumi scowled, getting to her feet. "I bet he's ugly," she growled, folding her arms and walking up behind Anzu to see what she was picking out. "And I bet he's rude, and greedy, too. Things like these always end up a mess."

"Your mother and father were married like so, and yet they love one another quite happily," reminded Anzu, "but I'm in no place to defy your words."

"Don't mind that," Megumi said, when Anzu reached to pick out a new kimono. "I don't feel like completely changing; this kimono is fine on its own."

Anzu smiled and nodded, as Megumi sat on a stool, facing away from the maid. "Hai, Megumi-sama looks lovely in dark green," said she, as she began brushing out the girl's hair. Using the comb and a black ornament, Anzu pulled back Megumi's hair into a bun, placing the black iris comb in the crevice where the bun met the sleek black hair. The flower was of course fake, with small, glittering streaks of white bordering the petals like icing.

"Kirei," exclaimed Anzu cheerfully, as she moved the full-length mirror for Megumi to examine herself in. "Ryusei-sama is so blessed to have such a beautiful daughter like Megumi-sama, ne?"

Megumi smiled tightly, as her reflection did the same, looking into one another's identical eyes. But her thoughts were elsewhere.

-

Gazing miserably down at her feet, Megumi unclasped and clasped her hands, entangling her fingers and untangling them as she nervously waited outside the shoji screen. She could see lamplight flickering behind the light designs of plants and an elaborate golden and blue river, and soft male voices exchanging conversation within.

They were here. Megumi shivered in fright; she could hear her father chuckling happily, and a softer gentler man's voice laughing as well. She wondered of who the other could be; Megumi rarely attended her father's meetings, so she only knew a few of his colleagues. She had never heard this man's voice before… Megumi wondered if it was the voice of her suitor, and she almost smiled; he certainly sounded well-behaved, gentle, and polite.

Wondering if they might be talking about her, Megumi stole a quick look about before placing her long fingers against the shoji, about to pull it a bit away so she could peek inside.

Suddenly, a strong hand grasped her wrist from behind. Megumi nearly screamed; jumping like a startled fox she whirled about, magenta eyes wide. A young man, taller than she, grinned down at her. "It's not ladylike t'eavesdrop, missy," the boy said, letting her go. "Especially on the Ryusei-sama's company…you could get your pretty self into some serious trouble."

Megumi stared at him, halfway between embarrassment and curiosity. The man appeared to be a soldier or a samurai of some sort, though he had no sword; he surely looked far too casual to be of importance. His big, cavalier grin revealed handsome white teeth, and his tan features proved that he spent a lot of time outside, in the sun. The young man wore a white outfit, a red haori hanging loosely around his shoulders; the tie undone. His pallor gi had been ruffled as well, revealing some of his brown collarbone and the beginnings of his sun kissed chest. Wild brunette hair hung in his smiling chocolate eyes.

"Let go of me," Megumi hissed, slapping the careless man's hand away from hers. "Who do you think you are!"

He shrugged, holding up both hands as though to protect himself. "I'm Sanosuke," the young man said, grinning still. Megumi began to wonder if his mouth was stuck that way, though it moved perfectly fine when he talked.

"You have no business touching me like that," Megumi snapped, wiggling her wrist as though to rid it of the man's fingerprints. "I could have you confined… commit seppuku…"

Seemingly amused by her threats, the young man shrugged again, pulling up his collar a bit. "I'm very well sure you could, missy," said he, smirking. "But I do believe you are the one who was breaking the rules in the first place."

"Mou," Megumi muttered, irritated. Who was this pest! "I don't need someone watching over me like a mother hen, I'll have you know. I don't even know you, so you can go off on your merry way."

Raising his eyebrows, Sanosuke pointed to his feet. "I beg your pardon, but my merry way leads me right here, so I have no place to go merrily to."

Narrowing her eyes, Megumi turned fully about to give the obnoxious young man her best glare. Scrutinizing him as though he were a new kimono, Megumi looked him up and down, as though to intimidate him with the flash of her red eyes…and then, something caught her eye.

Frowning slightly, Megumi looked up arrogantly into the young man's brown eyes. "Hey," she growled, pointing at a bulge in the man's haori. "What's that, in your pocket?"

"Nothin'," was his innocent reply, but that huge grin on his face hadn't disappeared.

Clenching her fists menacingly at her sides, Megumi demanded, "Take it out! Now!"

"Hai, hai…" Rolling his eyes, he fished in his pocket, pulling out a small biscuit, in which was still hot. He grinned some more, cheekily taking a bit out of it and winking at Megumi.

"You took that from the kitchen!" Megumi yelped, flustered. "How in the world did you—"

Quirking a suggestive brow, the young man said, after taking another nibble of the treat, "The maids gave it to me. I didn't take it."

Megumi bristled, reading in-between the lines of his speech. Obviously this—Sanosuke person, whoever he was, had used his charm to fruitfully beg food from the kitchen girls. Megumi never liked them. They were just a bunch of flirts, anyways. This proved her point.

"Despicable," said Megumi, snapping her fingers and holding out her hand. When Sanosuke gave her a clueless gaze, she said, "Whatever you have left, give it to me. If you're really so starving as to have to beg for food, then you should go out and use the money that bought you those clothes instead of mooching off my father."

Shoving the rest of the biscuit into his mouth, Sanosuke swallowed and smiled, though a look of wonder crossed his features. "Mooch? Beg? Iiya, Jou-chan…I don't mooch, and I don't beg—I don't need to, when I'm this handsome."

"Handsome, my foot!" Megumi snarled, infuriated at his arrogant talk.

Looking down at her shoes, Sanosuke nodded, agreeing. "Hai, I'd say your shoes are very handsome; expensive, too. But I don't recall talking about your feet, in the first place, missy."

Megumi had never wanted to kill someone. She had never felt the urge to wrap her pretty fingers about someone's throat and throttle them, never, until she met this bigheaded brat. "I'm so sick of this! Who are you?"

"Sanosuke-sama? Megumi-sama?"

The bickering couple looked over at the parted shoji, to find a samurai holding it open. Blinking, the swordsman said, "Takani-sama and Sagara-sama will see you now."

Megumi tossed a murderous look over her shoulder to Sanosuke, who simply smirked; though questions were obviously plastered over the faces of the both of them. Megumi took a step forward, about to follow the samurai into the room, when it hit her like a wave.

Her breathing snagged in her chest, and her eyes went wide in horror as she looked again over her shoulder in terror; to find Sanosuke leaning over from behind to whisper into her ear. "Don't get sick of me just yet, Megumi. It looks like I'll be around for a very long time."

-

Megumi lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling in a sort of shocked trance. After a few minutes, she blinked…and went back to motionlessly staring at the ceiling. It was official; Takani Megumi was to be married away in less than three weeks…

…to the biggest prick on the planet.

Trying to get a positive outlook, Megumi counted the things she liked about Sagara Sanosuke, from what little—agitating—conversation they shared, and from what he said to her father. What frustrated Megumi even more was that the young man's attitude changed completely once he had stepped into Ryusei's presence. He had gone from a careless, biscuit-munching brat to a cool, calm and collected, dignified man in less than three seconds!

Wait. She was supposed to be thinking of the positive effects of this situation. Megumi took a deep breath, calming the storm of her mind, and tried her best to think go what exactly she did like about Sanosuke. Well, thought Megumi, struggling to keep calm. He's… got nice eyes.

Indeed, Megumi could agree with that. Despite the fact the owner was a frustrating miscreant, the shining pools of dark auburn were definitely enough to make even the most determined woman melt. Megumi closed her eyes and thought hard about those eyes; she figured that if she could not love any part of this man, she could love his beautiful brown eyes. Yes, that was it. She'd have to pretend she liked him.

When Megumi reopened her eyes, she was shocked to find them brimmed with tears. She…couldn't really be upset about being married to someone she hated, could she? No. No, she was stronger than this…she had simply closed her eyes too tightly—yes, that was it. Megumi nodded to herself. She wasn't crying.

Suddenly, she heard the clang of metal against metal outside her window. Curious, Megumi sat up, wiping her eyes carefully before getting to her feet and creeping to the window.

Looking down in the courtyard, Megumi found that Sanosuke and one of the samurai that had accompanied Souzou-sama and his son were sparring. The samurai had shoulder blade length, brown hair, and sad brown eyes beneath a green headband…Megumi wouldn't exactly call him handsome, but he was better than most men.

Sanosuke wielded a long spear, the weapon making shrill whooshing noises as he viciously struck at the samurai, who was taken by surprise and nearly cut. "Damn, Katsu," Sanosuke huffed. "You're slow!"

"No, I'm not," the swordsman, Katsu, replied. "I'm thinking more of you than our sparring. You just seemed so… ticked off. What's your problem?"

"My problem? My problem?" Sanosuke rolled his eyes. "Who said I had a problem! It's that woman's problem that frustrates me, and now I have to marry her, when she obviously hates me. She's gonna poison my food, Katsu. Or, kill me in my sleep. I don't know…"

Katsu sighed. "Sanosuke-san, with all due respect… you're being a blockhead."

Sanosuke shot him a sadistic glower. "Am I?"

"Yeah," Katsu said, grinning. "When I opened the shoji door and found you two, it was kind of obvious you didn't try all that had to make a good first impression on her. And don't think your little shenanigan concerning those biscuits was overlooked; you should have seen the fit the maid threw when she discovered all those crumbs in your pocket…"

Smirking, Sanosuke initiated the battle once more, tossing his spear into an obvious attack so Katsu the samurai would know to begin again. "Yare, yare…. I don't think Megumi appreciated my bravery, either…"

"I wouldn't call it bravery," replied Katsu, "more like pig-headed food-mongering." Ignoring Sanosuke's glower and blocking his irritated strike, Katsu continued, "Anyhow, Sanosuke-san, are you really going to go on calling her just Megumi? I mean, isn't there something a little more respectful that even a brute like you can call her?"

Swishing his spear over Katsu's head, Sanosuke growled, "You are so damned lucky you're my friend, Katsu; otherwise I would have split you in half for that."

Katsu rolled his eyes, jabbing at Sanosuke so that the latter would parry. "Back to the topic, Tori Atama-sama…and, that rhymed…"

Huffing indignantly, Sanosuke pushed aside his friend's insulting rhyme and said, "So what do you propose I call her? Megumi-sama? Too formal; she'll think I'm a prick—"

"Correction; she already thinks you're a prick," corrected Katsu.

Sanosuke continued, doing his best to keep emotionally indifferent, and transferring his irritation into his attacks. "I can't call her Megumi-san; that's too casual—"

"You're a casual kind of guy," Katsu drawled.

Grunting in agitation, Sanosuke made a swift attack at Katsu's right shoulder, infuriated that it was once again blocked. "And if I call her Megumi-chan, she'll most likely slap me—"

"Most likely she's going to slap you eventually, anyways," said Katsu. Sanosuke growled, jabbing his weapon near Katsu's abdomen, but he was quickly apprehended when Katsu dodged past the attack, throwing Sanosuke off balance and promptly onto his bottom.

Smirking down at his unfortunate friend, Katsu gave Sanosuke a light rap on the head with the hilt of his sword, announcing, "You're too thickheaded, young monk, to understand the deep and melancholy depths of this mysterious virtue unexplainably called love."

"Hai, sensei," replied Sanosuke sarcastically, folding his arms. "So, what should this young monk do?"

Katsu put his hands upon his hips, grinning widely down at Sanosuke. "Why, of course! Young monk, listen carefully to what your experienced, wise old teacher must say unto you. In order to fully grasp the sword hilt of true love, young monk, you must first begin with the shield of true friendship."

-

Megumi walked down the hall, silent and emotionless on the outside, while on the inside she was practically bubbling with feeling. After overhearing and watching Katsu and Sanosuke's conversation, she was both more enlightened and confused about this Sanosuke man than before.

He's definitely got a sense of humor, Megumi thought, which is something I can usually do without. And yet he's got a good family. He can't be all bad; though he seems to be a little spoiled…

Megumi sighed, sliding open a shoji that lead to the front room, leading to the courtyard. It had been well after a half hour, so Megumi was certain Sanosuke and Katsu had gone. Stepping out onto the veranda, Megumi called to the passing maid that she was going to take a walk in the courtyard.

Taking light, silent steps, Megumi walked the familiar path down the garden, passing over a small bridge overseeing a shallow creek. Letting her eyes rove over the flowers and statues of various sizes, Megumi shivered when the crisp spring air chilled the back of her neck.

"Did anyone ever tell you that pretty girls with long, pretty necks are bound to get sick if they walk around exposing their long, pretty necks to the cold?"

Turning about with dread, Megumi's fears were confirmed when she spotted Sanosuke himself sitting on the banister of the small bridge Megumi had just passed over. He looked at her curiously, cocking his head to one side as his chocolate eyes studied her from head to toe.

Determined to keep herself distinguished, Megumi replied in a very offhand tone, "I appreciate your compliments concerning my neck, Sagara-san, but I really don't see the need of a coat when it's actually quite warm for spring."

"Is it?" Sanosuke asked, pushing off the handrail of the little red bridge and coming to stand beside her. Neither looked at the other, and continued their conversation as though they were shy strangers. "In Hakodate, it's extremely cold…"

"Probably because it is so far north," replied Megumi, struggling inside not to add, 'Dunce!' to the end of the remark.

The mysterious light sprang back into Sanosuke's eyes, as he turned his cheek to look at her with a smirk. "Excellent observation, my lady."

Megumi felt the heat of infuriation rise to her cheeks, as she clenched her teeth and flat out scowled at the boy. While Megumi had kept herself polite, Sanosuke had to ruin everything and use the sarcasm Megumi had refrained from using! Megumi looked down at her feet, mentally reciting every foul word she had ever heard in her life at light speed in her mind. This man was really irritating her!

"Hey," Sanosuke growled, rudely poking her in the arm. "You ever been horseback riding?"

Megumi gave him a startled look. "Y-You mean… a… no!" Frowning at him, Megumi chided, "Of course I haven't! What kind of lady would ride such a beast?"

"My friend Kaoru back home does," Sanosuke informed her. "She kicks some serious ass in swordsmanship, too."

Scowling, Megumi spat, "Then why don't you go back home and marry her, if you're so pleased with her manliness?"

Smirking, Sanosuke purred, "Because both your father and mine, and my friend Kenshin who's completely smitten by her, would seriously kick my ass. Though I'm sure you'd be especially happy if I did, wouldn't you?"

"I'm in no place to answer that," Megumi muttered, folding her arms crossly.

"Great answer, 'cause technically, I wasn't in any place to ask you it," he replied.

Exasperated, Megumi sighed and turned to Sanosuke, giving him a tired but irritated look. "Sanosuke… what do you want from me? Why do you bother me? I'm tired already of you! Can't you try to act a little bit more like an actual human being, rather than a sadistic three-year-old?"

He fell quiet, averting his eyes, casting them both into a moment of tense silence. Feelings and thoughts flew behind the no longer smiling, cavernous brown eyes; instead they seemed rather solemn. "Megumi," said he, at last. He looked up and met her burgundy orbs, and continued, "I never wanted to hurt or ruin your little princess life here. But did it really ever occur to you that I was just as forced as you into this situation? That I had no choice of whether or not I was going to marry you?"

Putting his hands into his pockets, Sanosuke said, "You know, sometimes I really envy those poorer people, 'cause whether they realize it or not, even if they don't got that much money, they're pretty lucky. For the most part, they're freer in choice than I am. They can decide who they wanna marry—usually, anyway; and they can pretty much choose their lives for themselves. They can up'n'leave if they wanna. But I can't do that, and neither can you, Megumi. We're stuck here, and we're gonna be married whether we like it or not."

"So…" Taking his hands out of his pockets and looking over at Megumi's somber expression, Sanosuke asked, "Since we're obviously off on the wrong shoe…foot, toe, whatever; do you just wanna start off as friends? I know I'm a bit of a selfish jerk sometimes, but that's just the way I am. And from what I noticed, you're a bit of a prissy little girl. So we're even, ne?"

Megumi stared at the man next to her in wonder. No one had ever spoken to Megumi in such a plain, honest way; with no strings attached. Then again, no one had dared to call her a prissy little girl before, either. Finally, under Sanosuke's intent stare, Megumi smiled lightly and nodded. "Hai, Sanosuke….being friends, I can handle."

"If you're gonna be my friend, you can call me Sano," replied he, with a laid-back grin. Excitement sparkled into his eyes once more, and suddenly Sano gently took Megumi's wrist, leading her off into the courtyard. "C'mon! I wanna show ya somethin'!"

"H-Hey!" Megumi yelled, but had no choice as Sanosuke eagerly lead her across the garden, into the courtyard near the thick forest. He led her further, down a small stone path until they reached a small range of stalls with horses in them. Licking his lips, Sanosuke lead Megumi to a cell that held a beautiful, brown and black creature with the biggest brown eyes Megumi had ever seen.

"This is my horse," Sano announced with pride, grinning at the startled Megumi. "Her name is Nayoko." Pausing, Sanosuke grinned wide when he glanced back at Megumi, who was looking rather frightened but intrigued. "You've never been this close to one before, right? …Here."

Megumi blinked when she felt Sanosuke's large, tanned hand drift down to clasp over her smaller, white one, lifting it so that her long fingers rested atop Nayoko the horse's nose. Megumi winced, frightened, but was ultimately surprised when she found that Nayoko's pelt was incredibly soft.

Observing Megumi's slight apprehension, Sanosuke softly controlled her movements by helping her hand along, using his own hand to assist Megumi in petting the horse. "She likes you," Sanosuke said with another smile. "Do you want to ride her?"

Looking once more shocked, Megumi stammered, "I… I don't think it's very ladylike for someone like me t-to—"

"Hmph, just like it's not ladylike to eavesdrop, ne?" he teased, sidestepping and undoing the gate so that he could lead Nayoko out of her stall. The animal seemed so big now to Megumi; she looked up into its large brown eyes with fear and wonder as Sanosuke easily climbed atop Nayoko's back.

Megumi scarcely had time to contemplate what was happening before Sanosuke seized her by the waist, lifting her off the ground with a single arm and plopping her down in front of him sidesaddle. "H-Hey!" Megumi cried, instinctively latching right onto Sanosuke like a leech, gripping the sides of his gi.

As much as he enjoyed having one as beautiful as Megumi embracing him, Sano would much rather have the enjoyment of actually being able to breathe while doing so. "You're kind of killing me, Missy," he chuckled, prying her shaking hands off of him and helping her into a more comfortable position. "There ya go. Now, hang on tight…just, not too tight."

Before Megumi could reply, Sanosuke nudged Nayoko's sides and set the horse trotting at a steady pace from her stall, out into the field. They weren't going fast at all, but Sano was concerned to find Megumi quivering like a leaf against him.

"Hey, it's okay," he promised with a sure-fire smile. "Nayoko's been doin' this sort of thing for longer than we were born. Calm down, I'm gonna get her to go faster. Try to enjoy it; you're not going t'fall off."

Pressing his heels a big harder into Nayoko's sides, Sanosuke smiled when the horse immediately responded, conveying into a run. Megumi tensed, but reluctantly tried to take Sano's advice. She straightened her back, forcing herself not to cling to Sanosuke's gi quite as tightly, lifting her head.

Megumi was surprised at how nice it felt, to feel the wind run its invisible fingers through her hair, washing over her features and wakening a smile on her lips. She glanced back at Sanosuke, who smiled back at her delight.

"I told you," he growled, evidently quite proud of himself for banishing Megumi's fear of riding. Megumi slapped the arm about her lightly, but said nothing as she turned her face against the wind again, the soft smile still upon her painted lips.

Megumi gasped, as her hair came undone. Sanosuke seemed rather surprised as well, his mouth forming the perfect O-shape when the black flower holding Megumi's hair up landed in his lap. Megumi blushed as her hair tumbled back, brushing softly against Sanosuke's neck and chest.

Nayoko was slowed to a halt, and for a moment Sanosuke and Megumi simply stared at one another in slight awkwardness. Then, licking his lips nervously, Sanosuke picked up the black flower and tilted Megumi's chin upwards with his other hand, so he could see her face completely.

He smiled, blushing slightly. "You look beautiful with your hair down," he said softly, pushing the raven flower back into the side of her thick, midnight locks. "You look less like a doll and more like a woman."

Megumi blushed back, mumbling his name and tilting her head aside so Sano couldn't see her eyes. Realizing what he had just said, Sanosuke reddened a bit more and told her, "I'm sorry… I just meant…"

"I know," Megumi muttered, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "And I appreciate it. Thank you."

Sanosuke smiled in relief, turning his horse about to return to the stall. "I think I'm a little less concerned about being married to you, Megumi. I like being around you."

"I think I like being around you, too, Sano," Megumi replied, smiling. Then, to Sanosuke's astonishment, her lips quirked in the most wicked smile Sano had ever witnessed a woman with. "But of course, that still means you're going to be sleeping on the floor for a good while."

"On the floor?" he whined.

"Yes. I'm not comfortable sharing a futon with you just yet, Sagara-san," Megumi growled.

Defeated, Sanosuke nodded sheepishly. "Someday, though, right?"

"I suppose."

Softly, so Megumi would not hear, he muttered, "Yatta!"

Megumi cast him a look. "I heard that."

"Hear what?" he asked innocently.

"Baka Tori-Atama."

"You've been talking to Katsu!"

"Have not. I have never spoken a word to him."

"I can't believe you...Kitsune."

"Excuse me!"

"I guess we're even, then!" And he began laughing. "Fox Lady! Kitsune-onna!"

Megumi shook her head in amusement, noticing the way Sanosuke's eyes followed the shimmer of her hair when she did so. Maybe, Megumi thought, smiling at Sano and watching her reflection do the same in his bright toffee eyes, that Katsu man is right. In order to find true love, I must find true friendship…and maybe, Sanosuke will be the one to give it to me. We're not in love, but I'm beginning to think that maybe we're both undergoing some confusion in that area; but like children learning to walk, we'll find ourselves out. We really are even, aren't we, Rooster-Head?

OWARI.

MadiSano: I enjoyed writing this fiction. :P It was suggested by Lara; thank you very much! I know I didn't spend much time on the whole process of Japanese betrothal; I did some research and decided it was too -blah- to include. I decided to do a sweet, more friendship-based fiction; since Sano and Megumi indeed have only known one another for a day. :) The beginnings of a cute crush and soon love! Yay! LOL I had fun with this...but I know it was a bit OOC to make Katsu a samurai, and Sano's love-advisor for that matter. Oh well! LOL!

I'd like to draw you SanoMeg fan's attention to a newly posted fiction of mine:D I told you about it last chapter, but I'd like to remind you again...it's called "Do You Believe In Me?" And it's an AU SanoMeg fiction, where Megumi is a new teacher at Sano's high school! Sano has a tough homelife; his parents divided and yet his mother has died, his father has taken up alcohol and the habit of abuse, and Sanosuke's grades have totally died. And then, of course, Sanosuke developes a crush on his teacher, Megumi herself:D Megumi offers to tutor Sanosuke, so to help out his grades; and partially because she's worried about Sano's home life. I haven't posted the next chapter yet, but I will tell you that our Kitsune-onna won't let our baby rooster fly on his own. ;) I hope you all like this post, and my newest fiction! I love you all, and thank you for your reviews! Bye!