There are all kinds of analogies in the world, and metaphors to be used, created to suit the needs required by the philosophers who made them to spur determination in those chosen to fulfill a prophecy made by their ancestors. The referees, reporters, announcers, and journalists of the supernatural world all work as the great philosophers of the tournament. Each and every one of them all has decided, though, that participants of the tournament work like mirrors to each other. The participants saw another warrior just like themselves who were merely their enemy, just as left is the opposite of right. They were the same, yet different—just like a reflection of the mirror. One can easily break a mirror if they don't approve of the image they see, and the only draw back would be the seven years of bad luck.

However, there's a deeper meaning to this analogy than the obvious. A creature's mindset oftentimes will alter the image they really see, distorting what truly appears in the mirror. A teenager whom believes freckles are 'ugly' and sees them in their reflection, may see themselves are a repulsive person, despite how their red hair may fall shimmering to their shoulders, or the large green eyes that are filled with intelligence. Just as opponents may see each other as the same, but opposites—they may believe that because their opponent is naturally a predator, he or she is evil and only care about feeding its gluttonous stomach. Meanwhile, this opponent might see the other as a paranoid and stuck-up creature, just because they happen to be an omnivore. Reflections may show the truth, but very few ever choose to see it for what it really is.

It was a dark night, the stars obscured from view. The moon shone brightly, just enough for a large, glowing ring to show through the clouds. Stargazers would be disappointed seeing the clouds gathering like a crowd to view this final match. Yes, the final match… the long-awaited one: Sponsor Yamaki against Sponsor Kisei. There would be six matches in total, pitting every last member of the two groups against one another, including the Spare member. Had either group not kept all their participants to this final match, it meant one member would have been forced to fight twice without time to recuperate. Thankfully, each side did not have to deal with such an issue. After all, who wants to see an uneven battle? A cold chill would blow by every now and then, causing the audience filling in the stands surrounding the arena to shiver. The scent of death reeked and rose from the ground like a lighted stick of incense. Curling, flickering… taunting the senses with a mild threat The barriers could fall. They could die. These were powerful fighters each trying to complete a goal. Sacrifices would be made.

Emerging from within the building where the referee and Angelics stayed before the match, came Serlio and Cursed. The Reaper of Souls glanced over at the referee, who stared ahead blankly. The fox spirit wore a black oriental dress, with the kanji for 'forget' running along the sides and wilted petals appearing as if they were being blown in the wind on the bottom. Serlio still wore her outfit from when she first met Takuya with Yamaki, and her scythe remained grasped tightly in her skeletal fingers. Small bits of flesh were still wedged between the digits' tendons. The zombie-looking woman shifted her glance, and looked ahead. "After zis match I have an awfully big job to do. Feels as if eetz not as big as eet should be," she commented, voice rasping.

"Turned out, Saga was just a sword with a soul, so her team got kicked out. The others… let's just say they had a few accidents." Cursed replied, and began to walk again.
"Oh yes… I know of zat. Such a mess, ah… what a mess eet was," Serlio sighed. The referee looked over her shoulder at the other. It sounded as if her accent was heavier. Cursed was unsure as to where Serlio got such a peculiar accent; in all her years of life she had never heard it. The fact that this came from an immortal that existed during the first centuries of the universe's life told a great deal of the very age Serlio possessed. Perhaps the accent was that of where all beings originated from? The referee shook her head, clearing it of those thoughts.

"Why are you following me?" Cursed asked, avoiding conversation. She had a job to do, and even if Serlio could with one swipe erase her from existence… now was not the time.

"Someune… someune in zis tournament." Was all Serlio answered, turned and left. The referee stared.

"What… the hell?" Cursed asked, giving the departing Reaper a funny look. "Even if she's the Grim Reaper's wife…" she grumbled, and continued to the center of the arena. As the disgruntled fox spirit made her way, the 'lucky contestants' prepared. Both Sponsor Yamaki and Kisei had an uncanny knowledge of the other, but each of his own members dared not ask. Trivial questions could wait. If they died… there's an old saying that all knowledge is given to one once they die. Either way, they'd obtain the information they searched for; a few hours of fighting wouldn't kill them. Scratch that—those few hours could kill them.

On the left side, the area reserved for Sponsor Yamaki, the group prepared. Kouji wore just a tight-fitting navy blue shirt, and black chaps over dark gray jeans. Izumi had on a lavender tank top, bracelets along her arms, and shorts. Grabbing a pair of scissors, she cut her hair… she wasn't going to risk her opponent grabbing her ponytail; best to just swallow and cut it all off. 'Might as well spike it,' she thought with a roll of her eyes. Junpei sighed as he put on just a pair of sweatpants, and a golden yellow shirt with a large green tattoo-like symbol embroidered on it. Being a Lightning Demon, he usually worn the appropriately adorned kimono… but it was too easy to snag and get grabbed by his enemy. Something simple would be appropriate. Tomoki wasn't concerning himself about his clothes too much; he only had one defense. If that didn't protect him, he knew there was no use in worrying if his clothes would make him trip.
"Tomoki…" Yamaki called. The young boy glanced up, and tilted his head. The elder motioned him over, and Tomoki followed. "Most illusionists have the potential to become great mages…" he began, and reached into a bag. "I know what you're thinking – your outfit, it doesn't matter if it's too baggy. If it doesn't, then why not go in style?" He grinned, and pulled something out. It was an ice-blue cloak with strange pentagonal designs on the sleeves and at its bottom, and a large hood. Symbols could be seen everywhere within it, most being kanji for 'protect'. Dark jeans came with it, shimmering somewhat as the young boy viewed it from different angels attempting to find what material was weaved with it to yield such an unusual appearance.

"…Is this… is that for me?" Tomoki asked, at first unsure how to formulate his question. The man gave a swift nod, and jumped when Tomoki glomped him. "Thank you…" the young boy sighed, and then rushed off with it to put it on.

"May that protect you better than it protected her…" Yamaki sighed, and turned to check on the others. Ruki watched the conversation between the two, before resuming her adjustments to her outfit. Wearing a black shirt with an hourglass in the center donned with dark haunting colours, it was encircled by a ring that gave the sensation of darkness enveloping ones heart over time. Perhaps it stood for something else. It was short-sleeved, yet it may have been long-sleeve at some point for halfway at the elbow shreds of cloth swayed with her arms movements. She had on dark gray shorts, a leather belt with silver embroideries on it tightened around her waist through the loopholes of the rough material she wore to cover her lower half. Wearing knee-high black socks and cleaves, she had to take a moment to bend down and fasten them.

On the opposite end, inside their area, Kisei's team prepared. Zanshi removed her leather wrap around her shoulders, and tossed it away. It would get in the way of her arm movements, and she didn't need that; it would render her unable to use wind magic. Taking off her high heels, she replaced them with a strange fabric that would protect her feet but stretch and move with the motions of her foot as if she were barefoot. Grabbing her daggers, she slipped them into their respectful scabbards. Her wings fluttered wildly, and she whirled around. Kaishi had entered the room, and she relaxed slightly.

"You shouldn't have warned them," Zanshi said. He grabbed a strange pistol-looking device and put it in his pocket.

"Aren't you going to remove all unnecessary garments?" she asked him, trying to make eye contact.

"Worry about yourself," Kaishi told her, and then left the room. The young female demon stamped her foot in annoyance. The older brother of the two siblings walked into a different room, and looked around.

"Hinshi?" he called out. A presence surrounded him, and something responded. "Let me see you," he ordered. Mist coiled up, formed at first nothing more than water vapor gathering, but then, oh-so slowly, it became something more. Finally, with a bright flash, there stood Hinshi. "Ready?" She nodded.

Meanwhile, Villiyan discussed plans with Kisei, and Eimin fiddled with electronics. After a short discussion with Kaishi, Hinshi walked into the room where the hanyou worked.

"…Hinshi? What are you doing in here?" He asked, blinking at her with innocent curiosity.

"Ask Kisei if it's all right if I fight first. Please." She hadn't spoken but, from some force that Eimin never came to understand, he heard her. Nodding, he got up to speak with Kisei.

"Yes?" Kisei asked, shushing Villiyan when he walked into the room.

"Hinshi would like to battle first, is that all right?" Eimin queried.

"No problem. That was the original idea." Kisei gave him a reassuring smile, patted him on the head and watched the hanyou leave.

"Tell me again why you recruited him? He has human blood…" Villiyan asked, a distasteful expression apparent.

"He may have human blood, but he has the lizard-demon blood of his father. If you remember correctly, that clan he specifically came from is renowned for it's power. Not to mention, have you seen that boy? He understands things in three minutes that have taken me three centuries." Kisei chuckled, and moved to leave.

"If he's so quick, then I hope he doesn't understand what's going on at the improper time," Villiyan snapped.

"I'm old, Villiyan dear. With age, comes greater power." Kisei made a threatening motion at the other vampire who flinched backwards. "Don't doubt me," he growled, and exited. Scornful, she followed soon after.

"Welcome, ladies and gents!" Cursed hollered upon reached the arena. "Remember, if you forgot the rules, too bad! I'm not here to remind you of the past, but to inform you of the present. Our tournament has gone by fast, lasting only six months so far. In the beginning, four famous names appeared, but only two have made it to the finals. Déjà vu, eh? For those who don't know what I'm talking about, take a history lesson already. Firstly, we have Sponsor Yamaki!" she yelled, and motioned over at the specified area for them. Most the crowd made a low grumbling, and some laughed. Kouichi (with the rather peculiar group they managed to get, such as Ame, Angst, Void, Akabane…) looked around, and scowled. As the official cheerleader, he would not stand for this!
"Bitch, yeah! Go take them down like the pwners you are! OH CHECK THAT! L33t! w00t! Uhm… web lingo… web lingo… right! I11 637 )(0u m)( 9r377135!" Kouichi cheered. Angst stared at him; Void said nothing; Akabane understood what he said perfectly; Azumo tilted his head; Kita raised an inquisitive brow; Lucien wondered 'what the hell?'; Saga was trying to peek under Kouichi's ghostly cheerleader's outfit but got smacked by the pony demon with the cat; Miyako, sitting next to Ken, also wondered 'What the hell?'; Yamato thought they were all on something; Gennai ignored this; Kyuusei asked Whisper for a translation that he happily gave her ('I'll get you, my pretties,' was the translation). Seeing such a large group of previous participants, the creatures around them shifted uneasily. Best make the stronger ones happy, or else their anger from losing may cause said ones to hurt them… half the coliseum cheered. "I feel so appreciated…" the poltergeist sniffled.

Walking into the dark outside, Yamaki led the way. Half of the stadium greeted them with cheers, and the other half with insults. The group spotted Kouichi on the side of the cheers, and found their answer. Their Sponsor stopped near the edge of the arena where Cursed nodded to acknowledge she saw them.

"Just so you guys know… whatever happens… they were asking to die when they joined. Because I'm not an idiot—I'm a crazy man who knows the strongest people in here." He grinned, and the teens stared at him. "What? You expect me to give you some motivating speech…?"

"Actually, we kind of were," Takuya said sheepishly.

"That's a human thing. I'm not human. You want a motivating speech, do it yourself," Yamaki snorted.

"All right, I will. Let's kick some ass!" Takuya proclaimed, and got high-fives from the others.

"Very inspirational, Kanbara…" Ruki grumbled.

"Hey, it got a reaction," The brunette said with a grin.

"Over here, we shall re-introduce Sponsor Kisei! Winner of our previous tournament! Let's see if he can make himself the top for the second year…" Cursed announced, and with wild hand movements pointed in the opposite direction of Yamaki's team. Leading the way, Kisei had his group follow behind him and they stopped reaching the edge of the arena. Cursed gave them the same courtesy, and turned to the crowd once more. "All right, Sponsor Kisei, do us the honor of sending in your first contestant!" she called. His head jerked at Hinshi, who obediently walked up to the center. "You two don't fight until I say you can, got it? Good. Sponsor Yamaki, send in your contestant." The blonde man shrugged, getting a quizzical look from the onlookers.

"Who's fighting the shape-shifter?" he asked nonchalantly. Tomoki stepped forward and walked up to the center. "Guess our youngest is."

"Okay…" Cursed blinked, before shrugging it off. "Round One of the Final Match! Hinshi of Sponsor Kisei against Tomoki of Sponsor Yamaki; a shape-shifter against an illusionist! A fight to the death... GO!" She sprung from her place onto the sidelines. The Angelics did their chant, a large barrier forming and pushing those near the arena back and away from harm. Tomoki looked up at his opponent with the same shape as when he first walked onto the platform. He tuned out the crowd and the angry vibrations Kisei was sending off to Yamaki, who seem unaffected.

"You helped in hurting Takuya-oniisan," Tomoki reminded her. She said nothing, her bangs covering her eyes. He momentarily wondered if that as how she changed shape, but brushed it aside and spoke louder. "You're helping an evil man." She still gave no reaction, except a single step forward. "I won't lose, and the closest I'll ever let myself to loss is a tie." His eyes hardened, and she took three steps closer. She must've been preparing for an attack. "I have no more memories locked away for me to react to, and I won't care if I have any regrets." His voice shook. He didn't know why he was telling her this; she didn't care. She was just edging closer, trying to get near enough to use one final attack. 'Let her,' Tomoki thought. 'The closer she is, the stronger my power over her is.' She was now five feet away from him, and took no more steps. She looked up, eyes glazed and her bangs covering her face.

"I'm not here to kill you." A voice in the air spoke, a cloud sighed, and his vibrating ears heard. Tomoki took a step back. "I can't tell you why I'm here, or what it is my plan is. But do not fear dying, nor regretting. I committed suicide the moment I entered." The young illusionist wasn't sure how he heard her exactly, but he doubted he could trust her. "Heh… good. This'll make it look real." She said beneath her breath. She charged. Narrowing his eyes, Tomoki sent a mind blast towards the shape-shifter. When she was a half-foot away from him, her body jerked wildly and she flinched over and over again until she fell a short distance away. Tomoki wasn't sure if a human's body could twist and turn in such a mechanical way that she did, but it was a disturbing sight. He moved from his area, and braced himself.

The redhead stood up, and clasped her fingers together. Whispering soft words, her feet melted into the ground, and released a bright light to where the feet were again separate from the ground they stood on. The illusionist was confused, but asked no questions.

"Behind you," a panicked voice called, and he jumped away to the left. No sooner had he done so than a thin, slimy red thread shot past and crashed into the ground. It lowered itself and was swallowed by the ground, nothing but a red stain left. Blood. Horrified, he backed away. Hinshi made her way towards him, and he glanced down. Every time her foot lifted, he could see strange cords disconnecting, and when she put her foot down, they reconnected. 'Oh, God, she shape-shifted into a part of the arena…' he thought, his face paling.

"Yes, I did. My veins pump my blood through the ground beneath you. Hold still… you can feel my heartbeat. You use you illusionist tactics to play with my mind, so now I'll use a different breed of psychological warfare," Hinshi's strange voice called from the barriers. It was as if when she spoke it was through other objects, ones without their own lives. "Can you guess where my heart is? Certainly not in my body…" she stated.

"That's…" Tomoki was shaking, afraid to move. He could feel a heartbeat beneath his feet, proof that Hinshi had not lied to him. The beats were soft, and almost comforting… but in his given situation, they were more terrifying than calming. His mind groped around for some idea, but he found none—she was a shape-shifter. She knew what was real and not real, because she could make a physical manifestation of herself to be dream or reality.

'Your illusions can be real, even if they aren't seen by the naked eye. Yamaki had said illusionists always have great potential to be mages. Do you know why? Mages require great mental strength and ability to manipulate the matter around them… illusionists require the same mental strength, and the ability to manipulate another's thoughts. So, you see, you just haven't learned the next step,' the voice assured him.

"That's what?" the unusual voice of Hinshi asked him. More vein-cords emerged from the ground and wrapped around Tomoki. The young Himi shrieked, and tripped as he tried to squirm free. This was a living nightmare… a horrible, horrible living nightmare… like when his father…

He was free. The cords were gone, retreating afraid into the ground. Blood was smeared on the clothes Yamaki had given him, but it was not his own. Sitting up to see what had transpired, he froze: a large Gensui Demon hovered above Hinshi. Her eyes had widened, backing slowly away from it. It watched her movements with a predatory gaze. Tomoki blinked, and it was gone. But Hinshi still looked afraid, cornered. Concentrating, he soon saw the hazy image of the Gensui Demon again; his abilities must've gone haywire again, summoning Hinshi's greatest fear. Why would she fear a Gensui Demon though? Couldn't she shift into it? Peering closer, he saw that something was in its mouth…

"Okay… one shot…" Tomoki mumbled to himself. When you're little, you read in books and stories about how the very force of someone's thoughts is capable of hurting others. Over the years, some people have claimed this was what a 'poltergeist' truly was—someone's emotions getting out of control and affecting the person's surrounding environment (if they met Kouichi, they'd soon know how wrong they were). Throughout history, however, this was known as 'telekinesis'—using one's mind as a weapon, and not in a battle of wits. He concentrated his energies, guiding his mind in an attempt to try something he never even considered himself to be capable of. He heard Hinshi cry out, and snapped his eyes open to see if he had succeeded. She was holding her stomach, but there was no sign of actual physical damage. He still could only manipulate the messages the nerves sent and how the brain decoded and understood.

"Ite-na…" She whimpered. Tomoki was startled; it was the first time she had spoken with her own mouth with her own words. Her arm clutching at her stomach from the imaginary pain slowly began altering its form – shifting its shape. Her brows furrowed, her gaze no longer on the false image before her. Now she was concerned with her body changing against her will, with how her arm no longer received it's orders from her. The young illusionist squeezed his eyes together, not wanting to see. His stomach flip-flopped, and he began to feel queasy. It was like playing a game of 'cops and robbers'; cutting to the standoff scene, only to soon realize it's a real standoff. You'd really have to shoot and kill the other, kill the person who had been harming the innocents around them. Was that real justice? Was Hinshi really to be put to death because Tomoki saw her as 'evil'? Was she even part of Kisei's team by choice?

'Yes,' the voice stated bluntly, and the illusionist shook his head.

"Why am I having doubts now…?" he asked softly, trying to quell the tears wanting to spill. He didn't want to hurt another living creature, and most certainly not to kill. He couldn't do it, he just couldn't…

'You have to.' The voice rang in his head.

"No I don't!" he cried, grabbing his head and feeling his control over his abilities starting to slip.

'Shh, calm down… you'll do more damage if you don't,' it reminded him. Sniffling, he settled down, but everything was still shaky. His eyes were still closed tightly, and he remained unaware of Hinshi's situation.

While he was lost in his tormented thoughts from a life of innocence thrust into this world of death, she fought her own special battle. Her left arm was restraining the right one, now a large spear coated in venom, while trying to not back up and tumble off the edge of the arena. To the spectators, it appeared as though the two combatants were fighting themselves, rather than each other.

"Just… do it…" Hinshi ground out, grabbing Tomoki's attention.

"You… you…" He couldn't grasp the words.

"I'm the voice?" She asked, and then laughed lightly. "Yes, they can't hear me that way…" she explained. 'I'm a shape-shifter, little child, and I shifted into an illusionist… just like you,' the voice, now understood to be Hinshi's, explained. His eyes widened, and he looked over at owner's body still fighting with her arm.

"Demo… nande?"Tomoki asked in an aching voice. Why would someone want to die so much?

'After you win, you'll see. Trust me, the outcome of this battle will determine the course of the rest of this match. Don't be afraid… you're doing the right thing. I know in your human world that killing another is considered a sin. But is it really so wrong to kill someone to protect others? It is really so wrong when they want you to kill them, in order to help someone they wish to protect? Your world is filled with so many who have put themselves in danger's way, sacrificed themselves… yet for some reason, you think all reformations of our world can be achieved through letting them live. Don't be sad… after all, you're not really killing me if I do a bit of this… and a bit of that…'

Tomoki's mind shut down after those words. His now empty blue eyes narrowed, and despite the strength Hinshi had in holding back her arm, it jerked away before plowing right through her lower abdomen. The real Tomoki broke himself free of the mind-seal Hinshi had put him in, and he shook his head, dazed; she cringed when she noticed that he was free. If he wasn't willing to kill her, she was going to be forced to make it appear as though he killed her rather than she manipulated him to. Her hazy mind worked fervently to lock Tomoki's mind in the seal once more, and after completing the task she moved to the next stage. It would leave the poor child exhausted, but it was the only way she could make any of this work. Her mind forced the young brunette's ice blue eyes closed, and gathered his mental energies. Becoming dismayed at the amount (it wasn't enough), she tried to gather enough of his body's energy reserves without doing him any permanent damage.

After it was all gathered, she opened her eyes that in turn caused the 'possessed' Tomoki to open his own. The air vibrated with the gathered energy focused at the center of the air outside of Tomoki's skull, and a flash reverberated all throughout the coliseum. A sort of white arrow pierced the air, through Hinshi, and right through the barrier, smashing a hole in it and finally crashing into the stone walls holding up the stands. Screams erupted from it, as the onlookers noticed the action becoming far too real and ran as fast as they could to escape being pulled into the wreckage. Cursed rushed over to try and prevent as many casualties as she could, temporarily unconcerned with the proceedings of the match.

The mind seal broke, and Tomoki came out, only to fall to his knees due to a great fatigue overcoming him. Ever so slowly, the barrier began disintegrating, and Hinshi with her injuries crawled pitifully over to her side of the arena.

'…Please… break the spell… I can't…' her rasping voice begged him. Wearily, he looked up at the utterly confused and lost expression of Eimin's and the almost satisfied expression of Kaishi's. Eyes half-lidded, the young teen tried his hardest and with a very weak, but still effective mind attack felt his skull break through a wall of some sort, smashing it. That's when everything made sudden sense… Kouji asking Yamaki all those questions, Takuya mentioning that Kaishi had actually warned them before they reached where Kisei and Zanshi attacked them, and why Eimin immediately ran over to Hinshi, and got held back by Kaishi before he jumped into the arena and got them disqualified.

"Hinshi-san!" The hanyou yelled, clawing at Kaishi, trying to reach her. The barrier continued going away, disappearing… Tomoki could no longer feel a pulse in the arena. Cursed, seeing what was going on, swore beneath her breath and ran over to the life-support machines that told her who was alive and who was dead. Her brows furrowed, and she looked at the crawling form of Hinshi with horror.

"This says she's dead… but…" Cursed whispered, and turned to Serlio, who said nothing. Blank blue eyes looked at Eimin, who still attempted to reach the redhead.

"You're back," Hinshi said. "I'm glad…"

"Don't die, Hinshi-san…" Eimin whimpered, continuing to try and reach what they would not let him. She had cared for him as long as he could even remember, she had always been there for him. He had developed an unhealthy attachment to her, one that had reached the extreme where if he even thought she was leaving his physical health would deteriorate.

"It's okay, you can fix me…" she told him, and chuckled as he shook his head, eyes terrified. He already felt his insides twisting, squeezing. It wasn't just a feeling, his organs were truly wringing themselves like towels as his unhealthy dependence on her existence was forcing an emotional as well as physical breakdown.

"You can't fix people, you can't, you can't, you can't, Hinshi-san!" Eimin cried, and Tomoki immediately felt the guilt. The young boy could be wrong, but judging from the lizard hanyou's reaction… it was possible there was a strange sort of love between the two.

'Don't,' her voice ordered. 'You did what you had to do, and the only consequence is your own misery,' she told him.

"So nice to hear you talking like yourself…" she said to Eimin, smiling. The barrier was near the top, almost completely gone.

"Why…?" Eimin asked hopelessly, now held up limply in Kaishi's arms. He couldn't support himself, his bodies natural painkillers had kicked in and left him numb; unable to support himself.

"You told me you'd rather suffer all the levels of hell than to live in ignorance. If such a life caused you so much pain, I wished to free you of it," Hinshi explained, a soft smile on her cold lips.

"…I'd rather live in ignorance than to ever lose you…" Eimin's aching voice whimpered, and gazed at her with a lost expression.

"I'm sorry, then," Hinshi gave him an apologetic smile. "Aishi—" The last of the barrier was gone, and formed something. Hinshi's sentence remained unfinished, and Cursed jumped up on the arena and began running across to see what the hell was going on. An object fell from the sky, and she stopped short right when it splattered right before her. She stared at it, and slowly turned away. Her heart…

"That's where she put it…" Tomoki whispered. Hinshi had put her heart in the barrier, which protected it and gave her enough time to say a final farewell to Eimin. Her intention wasn't to make it through the match alive, and this was a decision she made long before the actual tournament even took place. She decided this from the very moment Kisei bit Eimin, and pulled the hanyou into his manipulative control. The illusionist got up shakily. Innocents were dying… and the initial 'innocents' were the ones who were doing it.

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A/N: Heya everyone! Eheh… what's with the chainsaws…? Eep! It wasn't my fault for once! –Shock- I kind of can't get to this site from my computer, not quite sure why. Using school computers, so give my school a biiig thank you! Also, give Solange MacLeod a GIGANTIC thank you for proofreading! If this has any mistakes, it means I screwed up and deleted the wrong file. –Sweat drop- In which case tell me, so I may profusedly apologize to my almighty beta-reader. Anyway, regarding updates and my problem reaching the site, just go to my profile page here. That has all the info you guys need. I'd reply to reviews, but I kind of need to do homework. Sorry, no time. Oh, and if this chapter looks royally effeced up, thank my school's computers.