Whoa, look who's back from Hiatus! ME! Whee!
coughcough Anyway, yes, I am back. It hasn't really been all that long, has it? It was less a hiatus and more a regular update. But it felt like a hiatus! I could actually go days without having time to write and not feel guilty! It was so nice. But now my schedule is far easier to deal with, so hopefully no more of those.
Also, to address the random smutfest, I'm thinking I'll take it down for a bit and repost it after I'm done with the story and have it at the end. Why? Well because now the numbers are off! When I post this chapter – chapter twenty three – it'll be under the chapter twenty four thingie. …I know, I get a little obsessive about things. So, I'll leave it for about a week before taking it down. If you would rather it stay though, just nicely let me know and I'll leave it there.
Finally, what's Nintendo's is Nintendo's and what's mine is mine.
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"Yuki! Yuki where are you!" Rikuo yelled, trying to be heard over the music. He knew that he'd seen his lover go this way, but now he was no where to be seen. Where had he gone to? And why? We stalked about the club, checking every corner, every group of partiers; he even went as far as to check all the bathrooms, but still nothing.
Deciding this wasn't working, he asked some of the other clubbers about his missing lover. Some had seen the man, but hadn't paid much more attention then noticing he had a nice ass. None knew where he'd gone or why. Rikuo could feel his anxiety grow by the second. Where the hell was he!
He simply couldn't find Yuki alone and needed backup. He went back to the dance floor, searching desperately to find the others. It was no easy task though due to the large crowd. Rikuo slowly made his way through, pushing people out of his way without much thought. He might be blowing things out of proportion, but something just didn't seem right and he couldn't relax until he knew what it was.
After about five minutes – which felt like five hours – he managed to spot Zelda. She was dancing enthusiastically, a smile plastered on her face. She seemed to be dancing with yet another dance partner. Not that Rikuo really cared as he rolled his eyes stalked up to her, grabbing her gently by the arm.
"Hey girlie, have you seen Yuki?" he asked loudly over the sound of the music. She stared at him blankly and shook her head.
"No, I haven't. I thought he was with you."
"He was, but then he left and I haven't seen him since," Rikuo explained. Zelda's smile fell and she looked at the man with worry forming on her face. She bit her lip and shoed her dance partner away. He looked annoyed, obviously hoping that he was going to get more out of the girl, but one look at Rikuo and he knew he didn't have a chance.
"Did he say why he left? Where he was going?" Zelda questioned. Rikuo shook his head slightly and her brows furrowed as her stomach started to knot. This definitely didn't feel right. She looked up suddenly and said, "Let's go find Link and Sheik. If we all look, we might be able to find him."
"Right, let's get going," the man replied, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her through the crowd. Zelda had to jog to keep up with Rikuo, his face hard, but his eyes giving away his worry. He was obviously shaken and it only made her worry more as the two sped through the crowd, zigzagging this way and that.
Just when they thought it was a hopeless search, they spotted Sheik. But he certainly wasn't alone, and he wasn't where Rikuo had left him. Oh no, he was dancing. With a boy. Fast dancing. Zelda's eyes were wide as saucers and Rikuo felt his jaw drop.
"…Sheik!" Zelda suddenly yelled, storming her way up to her brother. Rikuo put a hand to her shoulder, trying to tell her they could come back for him, but she wouldn't hear it. She walked right up to her brother, pulling on his shoulder and shouting, "Sheik!"
"What the… Zelda!" Sheik said surprised. He backed up a bit, feeling rather intimidated as commonly pretty blue eyes took a darker turn, seemingly striking him right where he stood. There was dead silence as the siblings eyed each other, Rikuo and Ranmaru awkwardly standing to the side to stay out of the line of fire.
Finally, Zelda cried at Sheik, "You're gay aren't you!" He stared at her, blinking as he tried to find the right words. But oh no, she wasn't willing to wait. Not anymore she wasn't. She pointed at Ranmaru and said, "You were dancing with him, a guy, right! So then you're gay, right! Right!"
"Zelda, please, don't make a scene…" Sheik said weakly but she merely shook her head and glared angrily at him.
"Why shouldn't I! I mean, my God Sheik, you're gay and I didn't even know it! Why didn't you tell me!"
There was awkward silence then, masked by the music but still very much so there. It was then that Ranmaru cleared his throat and asked, "I hate to be nosy, but you're not Sheik's girlfriend or something are you…?"
"NO!" the siblings cried loudly in unison, disgust evident in their voices. He looked sheepishly at the two and shrank back a little. They must be siblings he decided. There was no way he was going to get involved in this squabble.
"God, ew… but, still, why didn't you tell me? I'm your sister right!" Zelda asked. Sheik sighed heavily, pushing his hair from his eyes.
"Because I didn't know how you'd react. Besides, it's not like I really want to talk to my sister about my sex life."
"But still, you could have told me!" Sheik groaned, running both hands through his head before looking her straight in the eye and nodding.
"Alright, fine, you win. I should have told you. Sorry." Zelda contemplated this before nodding, deciding that that was enough for her. She hugged him briefly, smiling up at him.
"No problem. Just tell me next time, 'kay?" He nodded, softly pushing her away as he noticed the people around looking at them. It was about then that Rikuo's patience ran out.
"Yeah, yeah, ok, family bonding time is over now. We need to go look for Yuki, remember?" Rikuo asked irritably. Zelda slapped her forehead and Sheik looked at him oddly.
"Look for Yuki? Why, what happened to him?"
"He disappeared," Rikuo replied. "When we were dancing he suddenly stopped and said that he had to go somewhere. I tried to follow him, but lost him pretty quick in the crowd. I haven't seen him since."
"He's really worried about him," Zelda added. "And I am too. I don't think Yuki'd disappear like that unless it was something important. We were hoping that if we all looked for him, or asked around, we could figure something out."
"Have you checked the bar, or the bathroom?" Sheik asked. Rikuo nodded sullenly and the three gave each other worried glances.
Now, isn't it about time that Link joined the scene?
Link walked up behind Sheik, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Hey, Sheik, I was wondering if--" he started, stopping as he realized that Sheik wasn't alone. He looked around at the three others, noticing the oddness of the barkeep being there and the obvious lack of Yuki. He blinked curiously, temporarily forgetting what he had come to say as he asked, "Hey, where's Yuki?"
"I was hoping you knew," Rikuo replied, sighing irritably as he realized he have to explain yet again. "We've been looking for him for ages, but we haven't seen hide nor tail of him."
"You're kidding," Link said, shocked. It certainly didn't seem like Yuki to just off and disappear. Where could he have gone…?
"Maybe I can help," Ranmaru offered. They looked at him curiously – especially Link who hadn't the slightest why he was there – and he gave them a sheepish smile. "I could go talk with the other barkeeps and see if any of them saw anything. If they didn't see it themselves, they probably heard a patron talking about it. What's the guy look like?"
"He's five foot ten, with blond hair and violet eyes," Rikuo described. "He's wearing a purple long sleeved shirt with the Japanese symbol for 'uke' on it and black pants." The Asian couldn't help giggling about the uke part, nodding and heading towards the bar to tell the others. But, before going, he leaned up and left a quick kiss on Sheik's cheek. The group stared at them – Link in slight horror because, again, he didn't know who the hell Ranmaru was – and Sheik had the decency to let a light pink tinge his face.
"Call me sometime handsome," Ranmaru said, practically skipping through the crowd. Link looked curiously from the barkeep to Sheik, obviously looking for an answer. But, it seemed that now was not the time, because within moments Rikuo was ready and rearing to go.
"Alright, enough chitchat. Sheik, Link, you two are in charge of searching the dance floor. The girlie and I will check out the bar area again, and hear if your boyfriend gets any info. Understood?" Rikuo asked, looking like the picture image of a New York detective. The three couldn't help but nod silently, blown away by how serious he was. He was obviously really worried, and it didn't make any of them feel any better about the situation.
So the Yuki Search Party went underway, Rikuo and Zelda looking around the bar, the lounge, anywhere that wasn't part of the dance floor. Every couple of minutes they would ask one of the bartenders if they'd heard anything, but still nothing.
Sheik and Link exited the dance floor too, keeping their eyes open from the side railings, trying to spot the man. However, only few minutes into the search and Link could feel his strength dying down again. Yuki's sudden disappearance put him in a tough position; he had really wanted to leave, to get out of the club and go back to his apartment. He was strained both physically and emotionally. His body hurt all over – especially his lower back and ass – and his emotions were spiraling further and further, threatening to overtake him whether he's at the club or not.
"Hey, Link," Sheik said. The detective looked up, noting the concern in the other man's eyes. "You wanted to talk to me earlier right? Is something wrong?"
"Uh, oh, right. No, I'm fine, really," Link lied, trying to fake a smile. It didn't work though as a particularly strong jolt of pain struck him, causing him to grimace and loose his balance as a dizzy spell hit him. Sheik raced forward, catching the dazed detective and leading him over to a nearby couch.
"Link! Are you alright?" Sheik asked worriedly. Link smiled weakly, shaking his head.
"No, not really. Sorry I lied," Link admitted. "I was actually hoping you could take me home, but I can't do that now, not with Yuki missing." The young detective sighed and leaned his pounding head back. Sheik frowned, gently placing a hand on Link's shoulder and squeezing reassuringly.
"I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you want to go home, are you?"
"…No," Link said, "I don't think so. Sorry."
"It's alright," Sheik replied, standing up straight and looking back out towards the dance floor. "I think I have a pretty good idea what it was anyway…"
"What?" Link asked, startled. Sheik shook his head and smiled at him, if not a little smugly.
"Forget it. You rest here for a bit. If we don't find Yuki in the next half hour, I'll take you home," Sheik said. "I'll look for him from here, so you can get some sleep if you want." Link nodded, smiling lightly before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could wait half an hour. He wasn't so sure he could sleep here though. The music was so loud and there were so many people…
Mere minutes later he was out like a light. Sheik smiled down at him before looking back out at the dance floor. He really hoped that Yuki would show up soon. Link had enough on his plate as it was. He didn't need to add this on top of it all.
But, despite their wishes, time flew by and still no Yuki. Half an hour came and went, and Sheik told Rikuo and Zelda that he was taking Link home, but that he'd be back. He didn't answer their questions as he picked Link up, carrying him back to his apartment.
About another half hour later, he was back, and still no progress. The threesome stayed in the dance club, searching until almost daybreak without success. Even with Ranmaru joining in the search, they didn't have any luck. None of the bartenders had heard anything out of the ordinary, suggesting that perhaps he had gone home without telling them. Sheik and Zelda contemplated this thought, but Rikuo wouldn't hear it. Yuki wouldn't just leave like that. He knew how much his lover would worry. He had to be in trouble or something!
And finally the sun rose past the horizon, casting long shadows of skyscrapers along the city, attempting to bring warmth to the cool that the night left. But it didn't help our heroes, chilled to the bone with worry about their companion. With much yelling and shouting, Zelda and Sheik managed to convince Rikuo to return home. It was obvious that Yuki wasn't at the club anymore, and most likely hadn't been for some time. Rikuo was scarily quiet after they left, a scowl plastered on his face. The look on his face was enough to scare not only small children, but grown men as well. Reaching the police station they went their separate ways; Zelda and Sheik headed to their hotel and Rikuo to his apartment.
And Link merely stirred under his sheets, deep in a blissfully dreamless sleep. For sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss.
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"Hmm… to ask or not to ask; that is the question," Ranmaru mused softly to himself as he stepped into the not-so-abandoned hotel. After spending hours looking for this Yuki fellow, he was finally allowed to leave the bar, and where was his first stop? Why, Dark's place of course! He couldn't wait to tell him all about the gorgeous man he met. He knew he absolutely had to. But that left him with one question; should he ask about the blonde? It was hard to say, since he hadn't seen how the dance had gone. Then again, there was little doubt in his mind; it more then likely ended poorly.
So it was decided. He would go in and spill all the details about his own night, and if Dark felt like telling him about their little affair, then he would gladly listen. Easy, right?
"Oi, D! It's Ranmaru! You up?" Ranmaru called through the door as he knocked. He couldn't help but hear curses said and desperate fumbling around from inside. What on earth? "D? Can I come it?"
"No!" Dark yelped. Ranmaru blinked in surprise, staring at the door as if looking for an explanation. "Uh, er, I mean, just a second!"
"Wait a… Dorobou? Is that you Dorobou?" he asked. There was dead silence.
"No…"
"Dorobou, what are you hiding!" Ranmaru shouted, reaching out for the doorknob. There was the sound of feet rustling and the doorknob ceased to move. Sensing the challenge Ranmaru continued to try to twist the knob, trying to overpower the hold that the Thief had on the other side. "Dorobou! Open this door right now!"
"I can't! Just wait a goddamn second would you!"
"No… I… Won't!" Ranmaru gritted through his teeth, putting all his weight against the door. The Thief's hand slipped and the door swung open suddenly. Ranmaru yelped, flailing through the door and landing face first against the carpet. "Ouch! Damn it Dorobou…" he cursed as he rubbed his head gingerly and looked up, his words frozen on his lips. There, right there on Dark's bed, lay a cute blonde, dressed in a long sleeved purple shirt and black hipsters. Ranmaru's eyes were wide with shock, unable to do much more then point weakly and stammer, "D-Dorobou… He's… he's…"
"Look, I can explain!" the Thief exclaimed. Ranmaru looked at him dumbfounded and the thief said, "It's not like that, I swear! I didn't do anything to him, nothing at all!"
"Oh my god Dorobou… what the hell did you do!"
"I didn't do anything!" the Thief cried again. "He must have followed me from the club. The suits found him, and The Boss threatened to make him a prostitute, and I, I couldn't just leave him there! And then the other self went and grabbed him and brought him here and I… Fuck it, I don't know what the hell to do with him!"
"Well obviously we have to tell his friends!" Ranmaru said, digging out a cell phone and a piece of paper. The Thief looked at him fearfully.
"What do you mean! Do you know this cutie?" he asked. Ranmaru nodded.
"Yes… well, I mean, not personally, but I was helping his friends look for him. They've been looking for him since last night! I have to let them know he's ok--"
"No!" the Thief shouted. "You can't! If The Boss finds out, he'll have both our heads. He already told me that if Yuki leaves this building, he'll have no choice but to take him back, and who knows what that bastard'll do to him." Ranmaru blinked at him blankly, gulping slightly.
"…Shit Dorobou, what have you gotten yourself into?"
"You're telling me… fuck, I'm so sick of this shit," the Thief cursed. "Why do I have to be the one to deal with it? Can't I ever be the one to hide, to leave all the bull to one of the others? Damn it…" Ranmaru sighed softly, reaching up and lightly running his fingers through the Thief's hair. The man let out a shaky breath, looking up with pain filled eyes.
"You know what's really scary?" he asked. The Asian shook his head and the Thief let out a humorless laugh. "At this point, I think I'd actually be ok with going back to the way we once were; to being one with the old man. Then he'd have to be the one to deal with this shit."
"Dorobou…"
"I've actually thought about it a lot lately," the Thief admitted. "I mean, before the old man and I were so different that I couldn't even think about being one with him. But now, I can't help be see we're not that different. We're both cowards in our own right…"
"You're not a coward," Ranmaru reassured him. The Thief merely shook his head.
"No, I am. I always just took the blows for him, never saying no, never standing up for myself. I was fucked by so many men that I've lost count, but not once did I try to fight back. I always just go with it. Dark's kind of the same… The Boss tells him what to do, he'll do it. He may put up more fight then I do, but he still does it. But…" the Thief dragged off, pulling his knees closer to himself. "Maybe if we were one, maybe we would be strong enough to stand up. To actually try to keep what we love."
"And what is it you love…?" Ranmaru asked. The Thief looked at him softly, smiling weakly.
"We love Link. We love him…"
"Uhnn…" The two stiffened, the direction of their attention shifting to the form on the bed. Yuki groaned, stirring as he opened his eyes groggily. There was dead silence as the Thief and the Asian stared wide eyed at the detective, hardly breathing as Yuki blinked at them blankly. His brows knitted in confusion, his eyes blinking wider until they were completely open, his face emotionless as the three stared at one another. The silence was only broken by the ear piercing shriek as Yuki suddenly sat up. He shuffled backwards against the wall, crying, "Wh-who are you? Where am I! Where's Rikuo! Rikuo! Rikuo!"
"Shut up would you!" the Thief ordered, standing up and stalking over to the bed. Yuki grew quiet, taking in the man's features before yelping again.
"It's you! Dark Link!" The Thief groaned, rubbing his temples and eyeing the detective.
"No shit Sherlock." It was then that Ranmaru decided that perhaps the Thief wasn't in the right mindset to talk to the hysteric man. He put a hand on the Thief's shoulder, motioning for him to sit on the chair in the corner. Muttering bitterly, he turned around and sat. That done, the Asian moved to sit on the bed, smiling warmly at the detective.
"Shh, it's alright Yuki-san. We're not going to hurt you. Just calm down…" Ranmaru soothed, trying to put his hand on the man's shoulder. Immediately Yuki flinched and pulled away.
"How do you know my name?" he ordered. Ranmaru looked at him, surprised that such a pretty man could be so stern. He sighed and settled his hand on the sheets.
"You're friends and lover were looking for you last night. They asked me to help, so I knew what you looked like and your name." Yuki eyed him warily, unsure of whether to believe him or not.
"Then where are they? Where's Rikuo?" he asked pointedly. Ranmaru closed his eyes for a moment, trying to decide the best way to explain.
"Well, you see Yuki-san, I didn't know at the time that you were here. I was actually just coming to see D, and found you here…"
"Where's Rikuo?" Yuki asked again. Ranmaru pursed his lips.
"It's alright; he's not in trouble, if that's what you're worried about. You're the only one who's currently… well…"
"In trouble?" the Thief offered, receiving a dirty look from Ranmaru. Yuki let out a breath, whether for his lover's safety or his trouble, he wasn't sure. He pulled up further within himself, glaring at the Thief.
"You," he said. The Thief looked at him, smiling smugly. Yuki felt a shiver run down his back as he asked, "You're Dark Link, right?"
"Well… I suppose it depends on your definition of Dark Link. If you mean part of him, then yes, I am. If you mean am I the Dark Link, then no, you'll have to schedule an appointment," he said lightly. The detective stared at him blankly and the Thief chuckled. "Alright, I get it, a little too complicated right? No problem, I'll just make things a little easier for the both of us." And then, just like that, the Thief was replaced with Dark.
It was then that all hell broke loose.
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"Look, would you rather be here or in some bum's bed!" Dark asked irritably. Yuki glared back, his eyes like daggers.
"I would rather not be involved with you people at all!"
"Well, it's a little too late for that, isn't it!" Dark yelled back. He had thought he'd a least get a little gratitude for saving Yuki from certain rape, but no. Instead he got to feel the wrath of one seriously pissed off detective. Even after explaining again and again that he had saved him, he was still angry and upset. This, in retrospect, was understandable but still bothersome to say the least.
Dead silence fell on the two as the deadly glaring contest started again. The first time it had happened, Ranmaru decided it was best to get out of the line of fire and went back to his own place. He would have to save his story about the handsome man for some other time when Dark didn't have guests over.
So, that left the two to bicker and yell and curse all they pleased.
The glowering went on for some time before Yuki looked away with a humph. Dark couldn't help twitching ever so slightly. "You know what, fine. I'm sorry, ok? I'm sorry for saving your ungrateful ass, so get off my back. There's nothing to be done about it now, unless you want to go talk with The Boss. Careful though, he gets slightly masochistic when he's pissed."
"I… look, just let me go!" Yuki said. Dark cocked a brow at him; did he just hear the detective beg? Well, this was interesting. He sighed deeply, leaning against a wall and looked at Yuki.
"I can't, haven't you been listening? If I let you go he'll find you and make sure you never see the light of day again. Trust me," Dark stated. Yuki looked worried, if for only a moment, before looking away again. And yet, after a moment of thought, he looked back up at the man.
"What do you care? I don't know you well, and you certainly don't know me."
"I did meet you at that museum," Dark muttered, regretting the words as soon as they were out. Yuki narrowed his eyes.
"Yes, and I'm fairly certain every word out of your mouth had been a lie," Yuki quipped. "I don't know anything about you other then all the stuff you've pulled on Link, and that's not really very favorable on your behalf at the moment." Dark stiffened, looking a bit taken aback by the comment. Yuki looked at him pointed as he added, "You are 'Derrick' aren't you?"
"…So what if I am?" Dark asked.
"Well, how on earth did you and, and Link… Goddamn it, what did you do to him!" Yuki cried, anger dissipating into despair. However the raging fire in his eyes didn't cease; behind those eyes were pure hatred. Dark swallowed hard, yet didn't even bother to look away. He was used to being hated; no one's hatred for him could match his own. No one's.
"I loved him. That's what I did," Dark replied flatly.
Yuki blinked at him confused before suddenly shouting, "Don't give me that bull! You never loved him! You used him for your own pleasure, manipulating him to believe that shit you gave him! Don't lie to me!"
"I'm not lying."
"Yes you are!" Yuki continued to cry. "If you loved him then why did you leave him! Why did you play with his heart!"
"I left him because I had too," Dark growled warningly. Yuki didn't seem to hear him though, his eyes engulfed with anger and frustration as his fists slammed against the mattress.
"He loved you, you bastard! He loved you so much! And what did you do! You went and led him on before dumping him like yesterday's trash! He's in serious pain because of you! He tries to hide it, but one look in his eyes and you can see it! He cries out for you, even in his sleep! And yet he still loves you! Goddamn it if that's love!" Yuki continued, just about screaming at this point. Tears threatened to escape as he snapped his head up, hoping to look the man straight in the eye as he continued to yell – but the words escaped him as he took in the sight.
His shoulders slumped and arms limp, the man gazed blankly at the floor, a single, shimmering tear rested lightly on his cheek. Yuki held his breath, the hairs on the back of his neck rising as Dark looked up, his eyes dark, almost as if without life. But then, there, a spark as he smirk darkly at the detective.
"Why yes, I do believe it was damned from the start. But did that stop me? Heh, I'd be damned if I tried to lie. I knew deep down it wouldn't work, but it didn't stop me. I couldn't stop," Dark said in an overly casual way. Yuki gulped heavily as the man took steps towards him, that frightful sneer mocking him.
"There was just something about the darling detective," Dark continued, stepping up to the side of the bed. "He was different from all the rest. He hated me as a thief, but not as a person. He knew what I was and I knew what he was, but that didn't stop us. Slowly, but surely, he fell for me, and I for him…"
"Stop it!" Yuki cried, his eyes clamped shut and his body shaking slightly. "Stop lying! You did something to him; you had to have! He wouldn't have gone into it willingly!"
"Oh, but he did," he mocked, leaning over the bed and taking Yuki's chin in his hand, forcing him to make eye contact. "You should have heard the way he moaned my name as I made love to him…"
"SHUT UP!" Yuki screeched, violently pushing Dark away with all his might as angry tears raced down his cheeks. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!"
As the last words echoed softly off the walls, all that was left was Yuki's shallow breathing as the room grew quiet. Dark sat where he fell, looking at his hands as if they were alien to him. What was that? Who had said all those things? It wasn't him, and it couldn't be the Thief; he was in just as much confusion. The other self? No, he would never admit such things. But, he was the most likely…
It slowly dawned on Dark as the other self stayed silent and merely muttered he hadn't said those things, sounding rather guilty. Had… had the other self created a new self? But how? Why?
Finding the thought too disturbing to contemplate, he looked up at the shuddering mess that was Yuki. He sighed audibly. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to say those things."
"How… how could he love you?" Yuki murmured bitterly. Dark shrugged and looked away.
"I wish I knew."
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…Meh, not one of my favorite chapters. Oh well, nothing to be done about it I suppose. At least I got to write about Yuki being all pissy. And this new personality-thingie. He actually wasn't part of the plot; mister scary DL was originally just a very angry DL, but then I sat there going, "nah, that's not like him at all," but yet I couldn't bring myself to get rid of the dialogue. I mean, psychopath DL is just way to much fun to write! So, tadaa! New persona. But I already have his character all sketched out, so no problems!
Anyway, hope it didn't suck too badly. Comment please! Oh, and while I'm here, you all must see afsfoxfyre's wonderful fanart for the fic! Omg it's so purty! Go look at it at:
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Ok, that was rather annoying. Sorry, but is a pain in the arse when it comes to writing sites without it screwing it up. Now you guys can actually see it. Anywho, love you all and comment!
