Chapter 03: Has Fled

Rating: T
Pairing(s): Hitsugaya Toushiro and Kurosaki Ichigo, Hitsugaya Toushiro and OC (Zhou)
Notes: Greetings! It's actually easier to type this story out as it's loosely based on my real life experience. Even the words that Zhou first said in this story and Toushiro's response afterwards were the same with what happened then. Some sad smut inside, haha. Enjoy! Ah right, Zidane ended his career in style! Is that awesome or what?
No one's interested to become my beta reader? Lol.
Disclaimer: Bleach is awesome and all, so it certainly can't be mine. I'm not making any money for this story.

Chapter 03: Has Fled

"If I look at you closer, you actually look very good," said Zhou eagerly, walking alongside Toushiro in an alleyway, his left arm around the smaller boy's shoulders, and glancing every now and then at the door numbers.

"Otherwise I look ugly?" responded Toushiro quickly.

"No—I really—"

"It's fine," said Toushiro—so much as he wanted Zhou to rephrase it, he did not want to sound ungrateful or malign.

"Well, alright then. Anyway, here we are," said Zhou as he slid his card key through the sensor on the door three-oh-one. He stepped inside and inserted the card in the card key light switch to turn on the light. "Dekko—isn't it pretty?"

"Smart," said Toushiro upon entering the room and having a look of everything around. He was quite impressed with the design.

Inside was a spacious room with aesthetically elegant Bauhaus furniture intensified by the placement of filtered halogen lamps. Across the room was a view of the noonday town visible through partially curtained glass windows and a door of the same material that led to the balcony.

"So, do you want to cut to the chase or should we do it the old-fashioned, intrinsic way over some wine?" asked Zhou, embracing Toushiro from behind.

Toushiro did not mind the gesture, despite not exactly knowing whereto this was supposed to lead him, nor did he know what Zhou meant. He liked the sensation of being touched, the endearing smell of the taller guy, and the thrill that he had been feeling since he had his first kiss, that kept his heartbeat rapid and caused him to sweat quite a little. Tense and absorbed into the flow at the same time.

"I think I prefer the old-fashioned one," said Toushiro nervously.

"Excellent choice," said Zhou, peering into the kitchen and putting away his suit. "I myself have always preferred it."

"Can I sit?" asked Toushiro.

"Yeah—sure, but could you turn on the hi-fi over there for me?" asked Zhou, turning his face in the general direction of the hi-fi in front of the couch. "Just to get you relaxed."

Toushiro went to said hi-fi while Zhou took two glasses from a dresser and a bottle of wine from the refrigerator, which then he placed on the glass table at the couch. Toushiro did not bother changing the disc inside the slot and just pressed the necessary buttons to play it. Clearly, he was not familiar with this contraption; but being the prodigy that he was, he somehow always found his way to utilise such things.

A sensual yet refined female voice and deep but mellow beats started filling the room.

"I like this country, but I generally dislike the popular music that comes from this country," said Zhou, pouring the wine into the glasses. "I hope you don't mind listening to this one."

"I don't mind," said Toushiro. "Who's the singer? I might actually like it."

"It's Anggun," said Zhou, raising his glass. "And the song title's Still Reminds Me."

Toushiro was glad that at least he knew a bit of these drinking gestures. He toasted Zhou and had a sip of the wine.

"I'm surprised," said Zhou, grinning. "I was hoping to see some reaction when you had your sip. You seem used to drinking."

"There was, even if it's just a bit," said Toushiro nonchalantly. "I'd never had wine before. It's nice."

"So, tell me more about yourself," said Zhou, placing his left arm around Toushiro's shoulders.

"I-I'm not sure," said Toushiro, quickly pondering lies. "Well, my name's Toushiro. I'm thirteen years old. What else?"

"Cut or uncut?"

"What?" Toushiro choked with wine inside his mouth, almost sprayed it in the general direction.

"Just kidding," said Zhou, laughing at the expression in Toushiro's face. "Look at your green eyes."

"I can't see my own eyes," said Toushiro.

"There's a tinge of rage and caution that reflect a great deal amount of experience beyond your age," said Zhou. "You're not an ordinary boy, are you?"

"If I tell you that I have a hundred ways to kill you quickly without leaving a single trace, will you believe it?" Toushiro asked with what was almost a simper and a fake stern glare.

"You have pretty eyes," said Zhou, placing his right hand on Toushiro's head, his left hand on the smaller boy's left hand, and grinning. "And look at your palms. They look like they've been used extensively for holding a sword. Only swordsmen have this kind of palms. I have no choice but to believe that you can do that."

Toushiro agilely freed his left hand from Zhou's hold. He was never happy about the rough skin of his palm; but as it was the price that he had to pay to be a powerful Death God, he never complained about it.

"Those are nice hands," said Zhou, holding Toushiro's hand again.

"You don't seem to be Japanese, but you're proficient with the language," said Toushiro in an attempt to avert the topic as he was forbidden from revealing his identity as a Death God.

"You reckon," said Zhou, sipping his wine; and in his eyes was a glint of sadness. "My old man's Chinese and my mother's English and I was born in Hongkong; but I spent my childhood in this town for about six years before we moved to Manchester, which is my current home. I'm here to meet my father's old friend to negotiate for some business; so, I'm going back to Manchester in a week. Despite my looks, I'm actually still seventeen years old."

"A week?" asked Toushiro who was then unsure about his own feeling.

"Yes—a week. And hereby I'll state it clearly that our relationship is not going any further than sex," said Zhou, grinning at Toushiro. "I have a girlfriend. Her name's Emma. She's waiting for me in Manchester."

"W-what?"

"You're too young for any serious relationships either," said Zhou, pulling Toushiro. "Let's just enjoy it."

Toushiro knew about it; yet it felt rather painful to hear such blatant words, knowing well this was the guy he gave his first kiss and was about to give his body then. He could not be very sure about it; but his instinct told him so. That aside, he was uncertain about being gay himself.

Zhou pulled Toushiro even closer and kissed him lasciviously while slipping his right hand inside the smaller boy's tee and caressing the firm skin on the lower rib cage. Zhou could feel Toushiro twitch at the touch, although it did not stop him from caressing more.

Toushiro felt every bit of his body stiffen at every gesture Zhou made. He clasped his arms around the taller guy's back tightly and replied the kiss.

Placidly, without stopping the kissing, he grabbed the lower edge of Toushiro's edge and pulled it up his torso to reveal the slight body. Zhou moved his palm up and down the skin on the rib cage firmly and stopped occasionally to tease the nipple, upon which, at first Toushiro jolted backwards, and felt the entirety of the smaller boy's thermal torso at leisure.

Toushiro instinctively removed his tee completely and tossed it on the carpet. He was nervous; but he deemed it natural to do it at that point in time.

Zhou could see that Toushiro began to grow a flush all over his body up to his cheek, which he found pretty nonetheless.

His hand crept down to the smaller boy's shorts and undid the button. He slid his hand into the shorts and past what little amount of smooth white pubic hair it went down to the rigid penis.

Toushiro was at once shocked and embarrassed. He had never seen another guy's penis before; thus he felt insecure about his own's size and whatnot. He knew it was too late then to warn Zhou about it. However, before he could think any further, the touch of Zhou's fingers on his penis caused him to moan loudly and halt his thoughts from forming any gestalt. He felt ecstatic; and that was what he could think about now.

"So it's uncut," whispered Zhou, nibbling on the side of Toushiro's neck and pulling down the shorts' zipper and afterwards the briefs beneath. "Isn't that lovely?"

Toushiro was too embarrassed to do anything but grab the back of Zhou's tee even tighter. His face was red and he did not have the courage to see the tower that erected in its glory above the briefs that cradled the pouches straightaway under or Zhou's face.

Zhou lowered himself in order that his face met Toushiro's groin head-on. He lightly ran his tongue across the back shaft of the smaller boy's at-the-right-size penis, and occasionally stopped at the tip of the glans that was exposed, uncovered by the foreskin. As he did that, Toushiro could not hold himself from groaning loudly and grabbing the couch violently.

He opened his mouth widely and slid it throughout the whole penis. He kept it inside for a while as he increased the suction; then released it and bounced up till the glans. Toushiro felt the tension reduce and was about to sigh in relief before Zhou started bouncing up and down on then his slippery shaft and tightened his grasp on the smaller boy's toned bottom's opposite sides.

"Zhou," muttered Toushiro, his left hand now barely grabbing Zhou's blond hair.

Zhou kept the pace of his suction constant, leaving no gap for Toushiro to relieve the tension. At this rate, he knew that it would no take long for the smaller boy to reach his orgasm.

Toushiro was then adamant to release something from inside his groin; but as it was not time yet, the only thing he could do to at least suppress the urge was pull his stomach's muscles, grabbed the sofa tightly, and turn his head around and moan in frustration.

Zhou felt Toushiro's erection become even harder and knew that it was about time for him to ejaculate. The sign came; and Zhou quickened his pace and kept his lips shut tight around the shaft.

"Aaah," Toushiro yelped and exploded. He pumped into Zhou's willing mouth spurts of sperm repeatedly for what seemed would be forever. It was the first time Toushiro had ejaculated after his first wet dream. He panted. Half of him could not comprehend what had just happened.

Zhou swallowed almost all of it easily, only choked on the few remnants. It was a lot. He could then smell the scent of sex that was all over the place on the air.

"That's sweet," said Zhou after recollecting himself and turned towards the smaller boy. He could feel Toushiro's rapid heartbeat from the chest his own chest was placed against.

Toushiro pulled his right hand and covered his eyes with the lower arm, unsure of how to face the taller, charming guy in front of him who had just sucked his penis, witnessed him ejaculate, and swallowed the semen.

Zhou patted Toushiro in the head before pulling himself and started to take his clothes off. Toushiro himself still could not pull himself together to face Zhou, let alone his fair, silky, naked body.

Once he had finished stripping himself, he bent slightly towards Toushiro again, held the smaller boy's right hand, and placed it on his own chest. There was slight blond hair on his chest and Toushiro could feel it.

"Open your eyes already," said Zhou, chuckling.

Toushiro removed his arm from his sight and then in his sight was a beautiful blond guy that he was well-aware had been mesmerizing him from the beginning, whose body he never expected would be within a slight reach before him to savour.

"You're beautiful," said Toushiro, quickly regretting ever telling someone something so flirtatious.

"Thank you kindly," Zhou said and gave Toushiro a big grin.

Toushiro moved towards Zhou, still enjoying the sensation of touching the smooth hair on the taller guy's chest. Soon enough his tongue was lightly licking the nipple, sending shrills to the taller guy's entire body. Still with the tongue he ran across the slight hair in the middle of his chest down through the abdomen to the erect penis.

Toushiro gazed the plushy mass of blond pubic hair and the lengthy shaft as if they were the most amazing things he had ever seen. Secretly he had a smell of it and quickly felt intoxicated and aroused. He knew it was time for him to at last sample the taste of a man's penis and the feel of sucking it.

He licked the shaft and was then surprised by the taste. He thought, 'Well, of course, though disappointing, it tastes like skin.'

He immediately bobbed his head down and attempted to suck it the way Zhou did, except now he had his right hand grasp the bottom of the shaft to keep its position still. 'Friction.'

"Aah," muttered Zhou. "Don't use your teeth."

Toushiro faced upwards in surprise. Nonetheless, he gave it another attempt with his jaw pulled further to prevent the teeth from reaching the shaft. He gagged.

"I've been wondering about this for a while now," said Zhou, surprised by the horrible suction skill of Toushiro. "I thought it couldn't be possible; but the more we did it the more apparent it became. Is this your first time?"

Toushiro let go of Zhou's softening penis and blushed in shame.

"Yes," he said. "Even the kiss was my first kiss."

"Crikey!" exclaimed Zhou in surprise. "Have I just stolen a boy's first kiss! I'm not supposed to do all this to you."

"I-it's alright," said Toushiro, completely flushed. "I'm sorry... I guess I'm not good with it."

"Oh boy," said Zhou, still in disbelief. "I thought you would at least have done this with someone else before to be so willingly accepting my offer. You needn't be sorry! It's me who's supposed to apologise."

"I—" Toushiro was not sure anymore about it. "Give me one more chance."

"One more chance? What for?" asked Zhou. "No—you're not supposed to waste your body for someone like me, nor are you supposed to just surrender your virginity like that. It has to be with someone you truly like—someone you know you won't regret doing so. We've only known each other for about three hours."

Zhou saw the glum in Toushiro's face. He himself felt resentful of himself for having had somehow violated someone else's purity.

They were silent for a while before Toushiro decided to put on back some clothes as he was now completely conscious of himself and still was not able to not feel embarrassed for being naked in front of someone else.

"You wanna go home?" asked Zhou. "I'll drive you home."

"No," contradicted Toushiro in surprise. "No—please. Let me stay here... if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Zhou sighed, pulled his clothes that were scattered at the couch, and put them in a container for used clothes. He then went to the small wardrobe and took a pale green shirt, a white thong, a pair of khaki baggy knee-length pants, and a pair of black/white briefs. "Are you hungry? I'm a little hungry myself."

"I'm... sorry," muttered Toushiro, both hands grasping the couch's cushion.

"Hey—it's me to be sorry," said Zhou, grinning. "It's alright. So, what do you fancy to eat?"

"I don't know," Toushiro stated matter-of-factual, turning on his mobile phone only to receive so many messages from Ichigo. "What about you?"

"Let's have a settling at the café downstairs and have some coffee and pastry."

"Sounds hard to beat that," said Toushiro.

Two hours later saw both of them in Zhou's car as he was driving Toushiro home. Toushiro had asked Ichigo via sms the address of his house and told him that he would tell him why he suddenly left later at home.

"I forgot to ask," said Zhou. "Is that guy you were with your boyfriend?"

"Um—no," Toushiro answered, blushing. He had never thought about it and decided to do so later.

"Fellow swordsman?" asked Zhou taking a turn to which would soon enough reach Ichigo's house. "I'm curious about your identity; but you don't seem to be willing to tell me about it."

"As much as I want to tell you about it, it's a secret and remaining secret," said Toushiro, smiling. "By the way, how do I contact you?"

"By phone is fine," said Zhou, fishing into his pants' pocket his wallet and handed it to Toushiro. "Look for my business card."

Toushiro pulled a business card off one of the wallet's pockets and put it in his own tee's pocket before returning the wallet to Zhou.

"That one," said Toushiro, pointing at a small clinic.

Zhou stopped his car in front of the clinic and honked twice.

"Well, here we are," said Zhou, grinning at the smaller boy who looked as if he had just gone astray. "I'll see you again tomorrow if possible—depending on my schedule."

"Cool," said Toushiro, unbelting himself. He opened the door and stepped out. "See you then."

"Cheerio," said Zhou, waving his left hand.

Toushiro hesitantly waved his right hand and closed the door. Afterwards, Zhou left.

Sighing, he turned to Ichigo's house, in front of which was Ichigo himself.

'I thought I was determined to face all this. Where's it—my determination? Shattered? Was there any to begin with? Ichigo, in front of you is a sad, filthy person undeserving your attention, so much as I want it badly. How beautiful the sunset is, as opposed to the one thinking about it now,' thought Toushiro as he glanced upwards at the sky.

"Toushiro," said Ichigo, approaching the smaller boy.

Toushiro felt too ashamed to face Ichigo; but he had to, and part of him convinced him that it would be wiser to act casually.

"I've bought some clothes for you—and some books that you might like to keep yourself busy. How was your day?" asked Ichigo, grinning at Toushiro.

Toushiro grabbed Ichigo's tee with both hands and buried his face in the taller boy's chest. Ichigo could hear Toushiro let out slight hiccups. The taller boy wondered about whatever it was that could sadden the tough tenth division's captain this much; but he knew that it was not the right time to ask, so he simply embraced him round his shoulders, hoping that he could at least comfort the crying boy.

"It's alright," said Ichigo softly.

The Kurosaki girls had finished sorting out the meal and was ready to call the males for dinner when Ichigo received a call on his mobile phone from Renji.

"Ichigo?" called Renji.

"Yeah? Dinner's ready so if it's another hollow, you can just finish it yourself," said Ichigo, actually only felt the urge to stay by Toushiro's side.

"There's four huge ones heading your way," said Renji. "I can probably make it there just in time; but since it's near your house, it might be best if you stay alert."

"Right," said Ichigo. "Thanks for informing."

The call terminated then and Ichigo placed his mobile phone on his study desk next to Toushiro's.

"Was it Renji?" asked Toushiro, still sitting on the bed, doing nothing but staring at the wooden floor glumly.

"Yeah—four huge hollows and Renji are heading this way," Ichigo said, patting Toushiro's head lightly. "See, that tee looks good on you. Wanna join me slaughtering hollows?"

"I'm not sure," muttered Toushiro; but he shrugged his indecision immediately. "I guess I'll join you."

"Good," said Ichigo, grinning. "Karin, Yuzu! I'll go down in fifteen minutes. Don't you dare go upstairs!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" yelled Karin in return.

Ichigo used his Death God Representative Battle Certificate on both Toushiro and himself to immediately become Death Gods. Toushiro immediately felt extremely featherlight again once he was out of the Faux Body and his mind was now clearly set on slaughtering Hollows.

"They're near," said Toushiro, feeling the spirit force of the hollows.

Both jumped out the window and used Flash Steps to arrive an avenue away from the house in the direction of the hollows merely to prevent them from reaching Ichigo's sisters. Moreover, there wasn't any human round there, making it easier for them to move freely.

"Woah," uttered Ichigo. "Really huge ones."

"Are you afraid?" asked Toushiro, giving Ichigo a slight smirk.

"Piece of cake," said Ichigo, jumping at one of the hollows, ready to slash it into two with his Soul Slayer, Zangetsu.

"The sixty fourth Art of Destruction, Diamond Dust!" exclaimed Toushiro, his right hand focused at two of the hollows in front of him. From the globe of compressed power on his right hand jets of enormous ice needles discharged, instantaneously creating innumerable holes in the body of the hollows who disappeared immediately.

Such was the offspring of Toushiro's intelligence. He knew that casting his Shikai would affect the weather drastically and using his basic shape of Soul Slayer would mean that he had to put more effort to eliminating them; thus he chose what he viewed was the easiest way to kill many hollows at once; although he did make sure to not violate the killing ratio that he shared with Ichigo.

"W-woah!" cried Ichigo after successfully finishing his first hollow. He knew that not understanding Demon Magic was his main weakness; and often was he glad that until that point in time the only captain that used Demon Magic to damage him was Captai Kuchiki, who happened to only use one of the basic, less detrimental spells. "That's freaking powerful."

Ichigo was on his way to do the same to the last hollow when Zabimaru's lengthened Shikai form appeared and slashed it into two.

"My apologies for my tardiness, Captain Hitsugaya," spoke Renji, approaching from behind him and sheathing his Soul Slayer.

"It's fine," said Toushiro. "Your tardiness gave me the chance to relieve my burden."

Toushiro's words caused Renji to be uncertain whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.

"Oi Renji," called Ichigo, grinning. "Think we cooked more than usual tonight. Wanna join us for dinner?"

"Um... yeah," Renji affirmed without even thinking if there was any ulterior motive behind the offer, in spite of the fact that there was not any. "Sure. I'll just go back to Urahara shop to get back in my Faux Body first. "

They were all soon seated at the dining table. The only one missing was Ichigo's father, whose presence was suddenly sent for by the hospital to help with a certain type of surgery which was his speciality.

"Where's your old man?" asked Renji, having a bite of the stewed beef.

"You're not supposed to talk while eating," said Ichigo, smirking. "He's out—sudden late night duty."

"Fine," retorted Renji, giving Ichigo a smirk of the same amount of insolence. "I'm mannerless, and staying mannerless."

"Here's a captain you're sharing this table with," said Ichigo, turning his head in the direction of Toushiro.

"My apologies," said Renji. He felt uneasy about it; but quickly recalled the presence of Ichigo's sisters. "Wait, you're not supposed to say that... here."

"Oops!" muttered Ichigo.

They were glad that Karin and Yuzu were oblivious of their conversation.

"I bet you don't know how to address Toushiro now," said Ichigo, smirking, knowing that Renji knew that it would sound funny if he addressed Toushiro as Captain Hitsugaya in front of Ichigo's sisters and yet unsure if he could call the captain by just his first name.

"Uh," was all Renji could utter.

"You can call me Toushiro in this kind of circumstance," said Toushiro, placing his chopsticks neatly on the small bowl. He then stood up and said, "Thanks for the meal."

"Where are you going?" asked Ichigo.

"Wash up," said Toushiro.

Once Toushiro was inside the loo nearest from the dining room, Renji whispered to Ichigo, "You're having it rough, eh? Having to put up with the kid prodigy."

"Na uh—he's cool," said Ichigo. "Easier to deal than you, Vice Captain weird eyebrows-dono."

"What?" cried Renji. "You're making fun of me! Shite—if your sisters weren't here I would've beaten you into a pulp."

"You sure you can do that?" asked Ichigo, snickering.

"Clearly sure," affirmed Renji.

"What are you arguing about?" asked Toushiro who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Um—nothing," said Ichigo, placing his chopsticks. "Up for a stroll about the park?"

"Thanks for the meal," said Renji, also placing his chopsticks. "I'll accompany you to the park."

"I don't mind," said Toushiro, despite feeling rather tired.

A while later Renji and Toushiro were waiting at the porch outside the house when Ichigo rushed back inside to get some apparels that he had bought earlier for Toushiro. He came back with a slight long sleeve dark grey jacket, a pair of corduroy gloves of the same colour, and a brown woolen scarf which he tenderly put around Toushiro's neck, somehow causing Renji to feel that the slight captain actually had his soft moments.

"Um—Toushiro," muttered Ichigo. "Feel like talking?"

"Hmm," muttered Toushiro. "Renji."

"Yes—um—Toushiro?"

"Have you ever had sex?" asked Toushiro blatantly, expectant about to whatever consequence this question might lead.

Renji's reaction was that of what someone had when he choked while drinking, although he had nothing in his mouth. "What?"

Ichigo himself was shocked; but he knew when to stay shut.

"Well, have you?" insisted Toushiro.

"Uh... yes," answered Renji. "Why?"

"Was your first time good?" asked Toushiro. "Did you know what to do then?"

"Um—yeah—I guess," said Renji, flushed.

"Renji had probably fantasized too much before he had his first, enough to master it," said Ichigo, smirking.

Renji knew that it was true; but he was not to affirm it for all fear of embarrassment.

"With whom was it?" asked Toushiro, slightly disappointed upon knowing that someone else's first sex was good. "You don't have to answer it if you don't want to."

"Shin'ichirou, an officer of my division's seventh seat," said Renji, completely flushed. He knew he could have refused to mention the name; but he trusted both Ichigo and Toushiro.

"That's a guy's name," said Toushiro without thinking.

"Um—yeah—I'm... gay," said Renji. "Well just because I'm gay, it doesn't mean I prey on guys or anything; so you don't need to be alert or anything. I'll appreciate it if you don't tell a soul about it though."

"Well, now I guess I have no choice but to admit that I'm also gay," said Ichigo, looking upwards at the stars. "Anyway, of all these questions, why, Toushiro?"

All the three of them were surprised to learn the fact.

"I think I'm also gay," said Toushiro, only to add to both Ichigo and Renji's surprise. "It's funny that I'm feeling really cold now, in spite of the fact that my Soul Slayer is of ice-type. I had my first earlier today. Safe to say that it ended up horribly."

Renji and Ichigo were too awestruck to know how to respond. They felt pity for the young captain—especially Ichigo who had witnessed the smaller boy cry earlier and had the more complete picture of of his circumstance on which it happened.

In their eyes was the quiet park with no one to be seen around. Only trees, spirit lamps, empty benches, and a beverage vending machine.

"I'll get some hot drinks," said Ichigo, patting Toushiro on the head, and then left in the direction of the vending machine.

Renji and Toushiro settled themselves on one of the benches; both feeling awkward about the silence. They were never close with each other to begin with.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," said Renji as he felt that it was most appropriate of him to offer so. "There's always the second time, the third time, and so on; and it can only get better."

"I know," said Toushiro. "That's right; but it still hurts to find out that my first time ended up so."

"I suppose the problem's you didn't know what to do?" asked Renji.

"More or less," answered Toushiro. "I still don't."

"You want to give it another attempt?" asked Renji.

"I guess," said Toushiro.

"Do you really like the guy?" Renji asked again. "Love?"

"I don't know," said Toushiro, asking himself whether he actually liked Zhou. "He said he wouldn't be here for more than a week. But maybe I do like him."

He was not sure about it. What he knew was that he would not just end it sideways like that with him not being able to reciprocate what Zhou had given him. He knew he would need to think about it more.

"I'm not flaunting, and I don't know about Ichigo, but I'll teach you the basics," said Renji, flushed. "If you don't mind, that is."

TO BE CONTINUED