Interesting tidbit: Red hair does occur naturally in Asian genetics (for those who might wonder how Kurama and Kuwabara keep up with their roots). There is a documented case of a girl taking her ex-school teacher to court because the teacher would constantly harass them to dye their naturally reddish hair black. If you do a search, you will find this article.

Disclaimer:Yu Yu Hakusho © Yoshihiro Togashi

Sketch Me

By Zelia Theb

Act IV: Deluge

Two nights of tumultuous storm had passed, giving permission for the sun to shine and bless Japan with fair weather for good day of baseball. Kuwabara, sensing that something was amiss with his friend, invited Yusuke to accompany him to the park. His neighbor's son was playing a little league game, and the young Saiki adored Kazuma to no end.

So Kuwabara came to the game willingly, sporting jeans and a red tee. Resting upon his ruffled rings of hair was a cap; carefully crafted by young Saiki to include the team's logo; a wing for the Falcons. Yusuke had a bit of trouble finding something red to wear, so opted for a white shirt with red lettering on the chest. It wasn't much, but inwardly Yusuke adored children, and found it rather 'kick-ass' that there was a baseball game to watch that day.

The field was dusty and littered with youth. The two boys were seated at the top of the bleachers behind the fence guarding home-plate, eating hot dogs and drinking caramel colored carbonation in support of the league. Saiki had just been up to the plate, and with an amazing hit managed to make it to second base, sending the previous batter around home. And this was just in the first five minutes of play!

"Man, that kid's amazing for his age," Yusuke remarked, sipping at his pop. The fizzling liquid licked at his nose recklessly, causing it to ripen with wrinkles. Hiei would look so cute drinking pop, he thought. It was too bad that he wasn't there.

"YEAH! Saiki!" Kuwabara yelled, standing with his treats elevated in the air, "You can make it!" Moments later, Saiki; followed by a fellow Falcon; rounded home-plate. The ball was thrown to fourth a second too late.

"Safe!" called the umpire.

After a moment of cheering with his team mates, the young boys settled down to support their next member at plate. Saiki turned around, hoping to see the hoarse voice that he had heard earlier, and smiled as he caught Kazuma's eye. Kuwabara gave him an energetic thumbs up before sitting back down, only to get the most unusual of feelings again.

"Urameshi…" he muttered with paranoia, "I think somethin' is behind us."

An expression of confusion fell to teen's face; freely erased when he turned to discover that Hiei was watching them from afar. Yusuke waved to him, beckoning the cloaked apparition to join them, and soon Hiei did; much against his inner temptations to ignore him and keep walking.

The fire demon was still upset with Yusuke, but with much coaxing on Kurama's behalf, was able to admit that perhaps the boy really meant no harm with his work. He had questioned his feelings for the detective during the stormy nights in the fox's bed, wondering why someone such as himself needed no love to survive; yet desired so much to care for others. Was it in his nature? He was certain that his mother; while she was careless and irresponsible for allowing him to be born; did hold this trait to nurture. His father was an unknown and hereby non-existent creature; but surely to bestow such a great beauty as Yukina upon the Koorime; he must be giving by nature. Then again; suppose that he was still alive? He was just another dead-beat father.

"Hiei! Ever see a baseball game before?"

"No."

"Sit with us," Yusuke requested. Pointing to Hiei's dark cloak, he suggested, "You might wanna take that off." Hiei complied with ease, surprising Kuwabara on more than one tier.

"What is this," stated the demon with curiosity. To him, it appeared as if it was just a large scale game of 'keep away', much like the game of fetch played between dog and master. He supposed that he could see how it would be entertaining, but these were young children. His comrades really were idiots.

"Well, we're rootin' for the red team, the Falcons," Kuwabara started, pointing to the 'dug-out' bench, "That kid's my neighbor and he's pretty good so don't make him feel bad!"

Yusuke's nose scrunched again; "Want some, Hiei?"

"Hn?"

The boy held out the aluminum can like a peace offering, and explained, "It's pop. It's good. You'll like it."

"How do you know that I'll like it, Detective?" Hiei inquired, inferring that Yusuke in fact, did not know much about Hiei's tastes. Yusuke did not waiver; deciding to delicately hand the demon the drink in hopes of obtaining the predetermined and adorable reaction.

The detective received said reaction, and stifled the need to giggle like a girl while Hiei swallowed. The demon was pleased with the taste; it was sweet, smooth, and suave; while at the same time jagged and tear-jerking. He wanted more, but sharing the boy's beverage would be more than just a bright flag waved in Kuwabara's direction.

"Was I right?" the delinquent teen asked.

"Yes," Hiei replied, much to the eavesdropping oaf's surprise, "You were, Yusuke."

"I got some money left," Yusuke remarked, standing from his place on the bleachers, "Let's go get ya one." He leapt down from the metal risers to the earth below, waving Hiei down and announcing, "We'll be right back, Kuwabara!"

"'Kay!" he shouted mid-cheer, happy that he wasn't going to be stuck with Hiei.

The snack stand was small and slim; spanning no more than the length of a luxury bed. The queue was relatively short; as the quiet yet physically enthusiastic girls running the stand had an efficient system and worked with diligence.

"Hi ladies!" Yusuke announced as they stepped to the front of the line. The girls melted as he beamed them a mischievous smile; obviously unaware of his reputation at school.

"Oh! He wasn't with you earlier!" the shorter of the two exclaimed, "What's his name?"

Hiei flinched as Yusuke introduced him; "Him? That's Hiei."

"Oh!" she said again, "Look, Rei!" The shorter retrieved the taller and whispered something that sent them into tiny giggles, then came back to the counter slowly; since the boy had no one behind him in line.

"Nice to meet you, Hiei!" Rei smiled with a nervous wave, "What can Ami and I get for you today?"

Unfortunately, Hiei had no idea just what he had been drinking, and only realized this as he opened his mouth to answer. Thankfully Yusuke covered for him, otherwise he would have to sleep on the fact that he nearly spoke to a harmless human.

The stands were in an uproar as they meandered back, and Hiei wasn't really up to surrounding himself by the stench of sweat-soaked humans. Instead he directed himself behind the bleachers; out of sight from those who cared about the game; and rested against the bark of a tree. Yusuke quickly caught up to him, caring not for Kuwabara for instead for the thoughts of Hiei.

As he approached the demon; whose ankles were standing in strands of grass, he remembered the night that had angered him so. He truly had no right to depict the estranged siblings in such a manner, but he had no explanation for mysterious muse that coaxed him to create the work. The only notion that he had come up with was that he genuinely wanted to see Hiei happy.

With an awkward opening, Yusuke broke into the matter with, "Didn't think I'd see ya 'till the next mission."

Hiei's response was delayed as he pondered the many ways of opening the can. It wasn't until Yusuke showed him the lever mechanics of the aluminum tab that he spoke.

"Hn," said Hiei, sipping the soda, "The fox is a persuasive bastard."

The fox…the words recovered the tantalizing image of leather and lust. But what was Kurama up to? Was he backing down, allowing Yusuke and Hiei to pursue something far more meaningful than a few sensuous eruptions? Maybe the redhead felt guilty from his come-ons.

On the other hand, Hiei still had no idea of the affair between the school boys. He knew of just one obstacle; Keiko; and also knew through his peerings with the Jagan Eye that she and Yusuke neglected to speak of their trivial relationship.

Saiki was up to bat again. Kazuma could no longer stay in his seat from the sheer excitement of his 'little buddy' doing so well, but was growing rather lonely in the fan-stands. He could swear that the line had died down, but he checked up on it anyway.

Rei and her petite friend were lazily watching the game; their chins propped up by elbows on the counter. Random unseated supporters stood steadily near the shack, cheering for their children and friends. However, Urameshi and Hamster Legs were no where to be found. A quick scan of the empty park behind him proved to be successful; and as his sights adjusted to just what they were doing he soon discovered their treasured secret.

In one hand Yusuke held his pop, and in the other the tough skin of the tree next to Hiei's ear. They were muttering to each other, glancing away and avoiding the other's gaze like it was an argument. It fell short when Hiei roughly ran his hand to Yusuke's collar, and pulled him so close that Kuwabara could barely register the occurrence between the comrades. Their eyes were closed, their heads were tilted, and their lips were touching.

Impossible!

In public?

Absolutely.

But who had initiated the kiss? It was Hiei, that was apparent. Maybe he was just seeing things, as a result of his over-excitement for the little league game.

So when Yusuke finally returned, he didn't speak at all about what he had seen, merely relying on the question, "Where did Hiei go?"

"Oh," Yusuke half-lied, not desiring to describe the events that had just occurred, "He didn't feel like coming back, so decided to nap in a tree somewhere in the park."

"I see," said Kuwabara, scratching at his chin. Between hits and the change of players from the dug-out and field, he pondered the peculiar action further.

The kiss was indeed an indication of emotion with regards to Hiei, but the inquiry remained; how did Yusuke feel about it all? The detective was seemingly unaware that his friend had seen them, and sat stoically, eyes striding with the players on the home-stretch.

By no means would Kuwabara respect his friend any less if what happened truly did happen, but it undeniably would reconfigure his outlook of him. He had only known Yusuke to be a perverted person; a rebellious loud-mouth with an itch to cause problems and procreate with mischief and madness. However; the boy would never in his right mind cheat on Keiko, correct? Coincidentally, the two were engrossed in a collaborative clash; caused by their ability to constantly misunderstand each other.

In a corner of his mind, where the orange curls planted their roots and the whimsical thoughts of Yukina ran amok, lay the doubt of Yusuke's sexuality in his mind. While outwardly heterosexual, the boy had been known to flirt between he and the others on missions and random get-togethers. Not only that, but he was certain by no misjudgement that Yusuke had kissed him before; and despite the fact that it was because he most likely was desperate to live again…

…Well. In the dream, Yusuke had no resolve. He got to the point, and went through with the lip-lock. There was no hesitation, no serious apology, and no uncomfortable feelings or awkwardness.

A maelstrom of curiosity swelled deep within that corner; drowning the tree's roots and destroying the doubts with its dangerous undertow. Kuwabara had to know! And he would enlist the expertise of Kurama to assist him.

Kurama just about had it with school. Why on Earth had he decided to maintain the polite-boy façade? It was clear that these taunting boys were only jealous; perhaps even liked him; but enough was enough.

"Eh, Minamino! Why don't you cut that hair of yours?" a blonde taunter teased.

"Yeah!" chimed in his followers, encircling their leader and Kurama. It was well placed in the shadows of a rather unsupervised section of the fields behind the academy. Thankfully enough, or so Kurama thought, because he could not bare the thought of his mother raising a ruffian.

"Perhaps you shouldn't concern yourself with my head as much as you should concern yourself with yours, Kino," replied Shuichi. The blonde boy twitched his face with anger, irritated that such a dweeb had the gall to challenge him.

"Concern yourself with this!" declared Kino, lunging forward with a right hook. The redhead needed no demonic dexterity to dodge the daring punch, merely a pair of emerald clad eyes and the urgency not to feel pain.

"Damn it!" the bully cursed, lunging again. Shuichi quickly caught the fist in a clamp of his fingers, then used to grip to his advantage; bringing Kino downward and his own knee upwards into the blonde's solarplex(1).

After a fit of coughing to recover his air, Kino stood with the help of his mates, and exclaimed, "You just got lucky, Minamino!"

Much to his surprise, a familiar voice pervaded the air, and a friendly outstretched hand from said voice stopped Kino mid-attack, and announced, "You think so, huh punk?"

The maroon-clad gang turned one-eighty to clobber their newest victims; the intruders.

"Hey! That's Kuwabara! I wouldn't mess with him, man!"

"Look who's next to him! Ain't that Urameshi?"

"What the fuck, Minamino?" the vulgar Kino yelled, "Is this some sort of joke?"

"'Fraid not, assholes!" decreed the top-dog, easily flattening the high-class gang with Kazuma's assistance before they could make another step toward Kurama. When all was said and done, and the quintet had fled, Kurama stepped forward to scold them.

"You best hope that my mother hears no word of this."

Yusuke smiled and assured him, "No worries! They know what happens to tattlers anyway." The two dusted off their hands as Kuwabara explained the real reason for their visit.

"Urameshi's mom's not home so we're gonna go over there and watch some movies during dinner. Wanna come?" Kurama easily took the invitation, falling right into Kazuma's hands. His devious scheme to decipher Yusuke was working wonderfully.

After a pit-stop at the Minamino residence for a change of clothes and a request for permission, the trio trekked to the Urameshi home; which wasn't entirely tidy but luckily devoid of the scent of sake, brewed barley, and harsh hops.

"I'm starving," Yusuke whined after they removed their shoes. He made quick movements towards his bedroom, and called out, "So what does everyone wanna eat?"

Kuwabara offered, "I'll make us somethin' that my sister taught me how to make!"

Yusuke's head popped out from behind his door frame, taking a moment to eyeball Kurama and then quickly diverting back to Kuwabara; "Really?"

"Yup!" stated the tallest, "That is if ya guys don't mind chillin' without me for like fifteen or twenty minutes?"

"That's very thoughtful, Kuwabara," Kurama said, preparing to seat himself upon the sofa.

"I've got some movies in here, Kurama," Yusuke announced, directing the fox-demon to his bedroom. Yes! It was perfect! There was no doubt that Kurama would be able to discern what was occurring with Yusuke. Kuwabara would be able to pry on them with the reflective surface of a well-placed mirror; angled just perfectly so that it beamed straight through the boy's bedroom door. He straightened the counter a bit, setting aside a dying flower, and then wiped the surface down in preparation.

"We'll just watch this one," Yusuke said, tossing a dark covered cassette on his mattress, "It's "The Seibu Project", and it's good. Trust me."

"Yes," Kurama smirked, "I will. Now what is it that you want?"

The boy recalled what Hiei had said. That Kurama was a persuasive bastard. He inched closer to the beauty, and asked, "Why'd ya start up if ya didn't want to keep going?"

"Hmm?" was the smooth retort, "I had figured it best to keep Hiei at bay."

"But…" the detective protested. He was confused; vexed; tumultuous. As selfish as it was, he wanted to keep this experiment going. He desired to feel that touch he only dreamt of; to see that sexual gaze he only knew how to draw. Why was it that Kurama decided to control the situation? It was in his Minamino nature to conform, and much to Yusuke's dismay this was not how this situation needed to be handled. It needed to spin out of control until all those involved were disillusioned enough to do drastically devilish things. If this was just the cracked concrete of a dam waiting to burst, then that would be feasible. It could be repaired with simple masonry. However, this was a tumor; an insidious parasite that burrowed deep into Yusuke's body and refused to be cured with a deluge of medicine.

"No…" muttered the confused teen, grappling thin strands of hair between his fingers and placing uncertain lips onto Kurama. This was all that Kurama feared; all that Kurama had tried to avoid once the guilt had set in. It was his knowledge that he could so casually throw away the empty emotion with pure indifference, and quickly indulge in Yusuke's flesh at any given moment if given the opportunity.

If there was a term for being both confused and settled, then Kuwabara would have used it. What the hell was Urameshi up to? And what was he going to do? With Hiei, he would expect death…but with Kurama…?

So he resorted to the only thing he could think of at that moment, and announced, "It's done, guys! Hope you got a good movie!" He waited for them to pull apart, observing every moment of shock on their face through the mirror as they composed themselves into the lie that it had never happened, and walked out of the bedroom carrying that confidence to fool Kuwabara once again.

How long had Kazuma been in the dark? Why was he always the odd-man out? Damn it if he knew. Oh, the angst. So his plan was a complete and utter failure. He would have to confront the callous boy himself if he wanted any answers; but really it was none of his business; and Urameshi would most definitely tell him to butt out of the situation all together.

The trio watched the movie, enjoying the recipe of the elder Kuwabara as the entrails of Hollywood demons eloped on screen. There was this dead tension that Kuwabara swore up and down in his mind that he was the only one hearing; it was like some sort of telepathic message from the others to leave the apartment and let them have their way with each other.

And then the incredibly novel idea of spending the night crept into his head with air-tight lifesavers. His brain would be saved from this savage deluge, no doubt! So he suggested, "Urameshi, should we spend the night?"

Yusuke was more than delighted with the idea…minus Kuwabara. It wasn't that he detested him, it was more so because of Kurama. He wanted to ravage him; to find reason in the portraits he was always compelled to draw. He had this carnal desire to lap at the sweat-sequined skin of the redhead; to see those sparkling liquid globes turn up in orgasmic pleasure…

"Kurama," Yusuke purred, "Would you stay too?"

Kurama replied quicker than a good boy should have; settling the threesome into the fact that they would be spending the night in Yusuke Urameshi's apartment.

It had grown warm; more like unbearably humid; since they had started dinner. Neglecting to be mindful of his mother's bills; assuming that the yakuza would 'pay' for it anyway; Atsuko's son quickly cranked on the air conditioning. It swept through the living area like a wintry frost, leaving it in a lake of tranquil chill, and giving them a comfortable place to sleep.

And once Yusuke was sure that the others were; in fact; sleeping, he crept into his silent sanctuary to sketch. The air had managed to cool the room off; dissipating Yusuke's anticipated fears of sweating all over his drawings.

Kurama had appeared just the opposite as Hiei had to him. He did not look innocent; but instead like a virgin just waiting to be violated. The moon had cloaked the fox under the guise of a gem. Like coal giving birth to a diamond; the redhead's skin was a pallid crystalline slate, covered in dark charcoal shadows.

Yusuke had barely made a scratch with his pencil when Kurama soon joined him in the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. The boy smirked; thinking that it would be wasteful to draw when his muse wanted to play.

"And if Hiei's watching?" Kurama asked, having invaded much more than just Yusuke's space.

"Mmm…" Yusuke moaned, desiring not to dignify that with an answer.

Seconds sauntered by as they slipped their shirts off of their skin. The contact of their flesh was immediate, almost so fast that Yusuke forgot to take a look at just who he was about to be intimate with.

"Gosh, Kurama," Yusuke murmured in his soon-to-be lover's ear, "I don't think I've ever seen you without a shirt on." He took a moment to gaze at the taut chest, tracing trails with his finger and then landing on a perfectly sculpted pectoral. It was as if Kurama's chest was made just to fit Yusuke's palms.

A slender alabaster scar stretched from the bottom loops of the fox's ribs to just left of his naval. It shined with a strangely pearlescent gleam, but where had it come from? Surely, it was a well known fact that Kurama had an affinity for getting injured in the stomach; whether it was a result of poor martial arts training or bad luck. Deep sienna lay there for far too long, leading Kurama to question, "What is it?"

"The scar," voiced Yusuke, fingering the satin texture of the marking. Goodness...if he were to trail just an inch or two lower...

"Hiei," Kurama explained, arching his back as Yusuke did just as he had thought, "It's a result of the sword's...effect..."

"Ahh." Yusuke began to nuzzle at the nape of the beau's neck, all the while pressing his fingers just below the waistline of his clothing. Anxious claws clasped tightly to the curves of Kurama's posterior; pulling them close enough to grind.

At first Kurama moved with the dance, mimicking each of Yusuke's steps with grace and accuracy, but then it dwindled when he realized that the very good son was about to become a very naughty boy. Before Yusuke's libido fell, he clung to the chance that he could procure some sort of reason for the teen's infidelity and queried, "And who will you eventually choose?"

"Uh, what?" said a somewhat stifled Yusuke.

"Yusuke," Shuichi remarked, bringing a soft and effeminate hand around the features of the boy's face, "Should we do...anything...I would wish no regrets."

"That's just it," replied Yusuke with a kiss to his earlobe, "I'm not sure who...and this is the only way I know of to find out..."

Kurama returned to their three-step with a grin; "Then we shall think of the regrets later." His pants became loose as a result of Yusuke's devilish maneuvers, and he let out a moan, followed by, "Should we be quiet?"

"Mm..." thought the other boy aloud, "I think I'd be insulted." The insinuation of their positions made Kurama gasp, and Yusuke replied with an ambitious chuckle, "But no. Kuwabara's probably the deepest sleeper I know. As long as he doesn't get any sort of psychic vision dream thingies..then damn...we're in the cle-"

"Urameshi!" yelled a hoarse whisper; its sound followed by the sliding of a door, "What the hell are you two doing!"

"It's. Um. DA-" Kurama cut him off with a clamp to the mouth.

"We gotta hide!" the frantic Kuwabara announced, running his hands along the door and then locking it, "There's some guys here!"

"What?" inquired the half-dressed Urameshi, "What do you mean?"

"Like I think they're the yakuza and they're lookin' for something or someone or whatever!"

"That lock broke yesterday!" Yusuke remarked as he help Kurama button his pants, "Get in the closet. It locks from inside."

"Okay!" Kuwabara agreed, huddling into the small space with his two allies. Cradling Yusuke for comfort and to save space, Kurama glanced at Kuwabara with worry, trying to communicate with him some sort of plan for escape.

Yusuke...he felt himself trembling; shuddering in Kurama's strong embrace. What could they be looking for? His mother clearly wasn't home; so what was it that they were after? He couldn't just barge in and find out; for all he knew they were after him to use as a leverage, or possibly as a sexual slave. On the other hand, if he appeared and defended the Urameshi honor, they may very well just come after his mother time and time again.

But if they were looking for him...could he not just go willingly and then bust them up later?

"Aiyee!"

"Mom!" Yusuke let out suddenly. That was not a scream of excitement.

"Shh!" hushed a consoling Kurama. He touched a caring palm to the son's neck. This was an all-too-serious matter. Kazuma observed with curious eyes as Yusuke took comfort in the fox's hold, wondering how he hadn't noticed such comradery and compassion before.

"The kitchen, Kurama," the tallest pointed out. Their relationship...was amazing; however; Yusuke was still wrong for having become such a promiscuous playboy. He made more than a mental note to scold him later.

Ivy perked up with charismatic interest at Kuwabara's mention; "Yusuke, tell me..."

"What..." he replied through abrasive and grinding teeth.

"Is that plant by your sink real?"

"Yeah...but can't you sense it?"

"It has a very small life force...perhaps it is dying..."

Atsuko yelled again between extremely verbal and drunken curse words; "I've got to go out there, Kurama!"

"Shh...no," commanded the demon, "Please, allow me to return the favor." Having uttered those words, he went to work, using his senses to guide him towards the biological aura of the withering perennial. Yes...Yusuke was correct. It was crying but a weakened cry that no one could hear; not even between the notes and noises of the wind. It needed to be saved; it had grown dependant within its pottered cage.

Don't cry, the spirit within him assured it, just live. He felt the petaled leaves of its stem wave to him, beckoning him to stretch out his hand so that they might connect; so that he could rescue it from the valley of death. His aura answered the call, feeding and poisoning the flower with narcotic energies. It became addicted, hungrily begging for more as it grew; mutating at a rate so unbelievably fast that it could no longer be a slave to its cage.

You see them, do you not? The teachings of a gentle captor flowed between the beings like electricity; and soon Kurama had naught else to pass on. Now...go! And suddenly, before the men knew what was going on, constricting vines of enormous girth unfurled like a deluge from the kitchenette.

It was done. With a heavy sigh, Kurama unhanded Yusuke, who escaped from the claustrophobia of the closet to sloppily dress himself before bounding out his bedroom door.

"Mom?" he yelled, racing over to the woman on the couch. He took care not to stumble over the thick roots of the child Youko raised; which curled around the limbs of two unconscious and brawny thugs.

"Yusuke?" she exclaimed with fright. She reached up as he lifted her into a protective hold, and asked, "What the hell happened here?"

"I don't know," he lied as he stroked her hair, "It's okay, though. I'll clean up and everything is gonna be fine."

She sobbed, "I don't get it! How did that dead little flower get so big?" Peering into her son's own misted eyes, she asked, "Is it because of you? Is it the same way you came back to life even though there was no way that you could have!"

"N-no..."

Kurama, now dressed and composed, stood upon his toes and peeked over his friend's shoulder. He listened as Yusuke explained that she was only dreaming, instructing her to return to bed.

"So then why are you crying?" she asked him, voice baked with a concerned innocence.

"I'm not, Mom," he sniffled, "That's why it's a dream. That's why there's a giant plant in the kitchen, that's why..." He looked behind him, his eyes asking Kurama to come up with something to make it seem like a dream; "...That's why you're actin' this way. Come on, let's get you back in your room."

To Be Continued...

(1) The solarplex is that area right beneath the arc of a person's ribs, on the diaphragm of the abdomen, where one can be hit and have the wind knocked out of them. This is why the "shout of spirit" (aka, the hi-yahs, Kyas, and other grunts/shouts you hear during fights) is essential in martial arts; it not only helps the fighter tense their muscles up for easier defense, but releases that air so in the event that a hit to stomach occurs; they can easily recover.

Author's Note

I absolutely adore this chapter to no end. Probably because this is the second version of Act IV, or possibly because it's a parody, advertisement, and satire on bad fan-fiction all rolled into one giant conglomerate piece of writing.

If anyone wants to read the 3.3k worth of words from the original Act IV (which I can assure you, is completely different), then please visit my bravejournal, where I will post it up in its uneditted entirety.

Thanks for all of the reviews, hits, faves, alerts, and other neat stuff!

Zelia