A/N: …I don't think I have much to say. I love you all, my lovely, lovely reviewers. Look how many review this fic has! Close to fifty! I only got three for the first chapter, and I never expected to get this many reviews! Or for this fic to end up on the naf list-y thing! It's come so far… (Sniff) I'm so proud… (Sob)

…Alright, alright, I'll get on with the fic already! Yeesh…

Disclaimer: As much as I wish, I do not own Fire Emblem. Of course, if some one were to give me Fire Emblem, I wouldn't refuse. Hint Nudge Wink.

(Note: ARRGHH! isn't saving my dashes when I upload! (Is very mad about this) I miss my dashes....Hmph.)

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Something Wicked

Chapter Six

By Amethyst Bubble

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"WHAT?" Nino shrieked, abandoning the piece of toast she'd been nibbling on moments ago.

Wil looked up from his own breakfast, blinking questioning brown eyes at the younger girl's outburst. He hadn't really been listening to the conversation. He'd been too involved in other things. Nino's shouts had distracted him from his 'Rath Watching' activities.

Fiora took a sip of her tea, smoothing back her hair, "Well, yes, Legault got back last night…I take it you didn't know then, Nino?" Just a hint of annoyance could be heard in her voice. Legault's rather irresponsible behavior (disappearing for three days, bringing back some man none of the rest of them had ever seen before, and then expecting her to inform everyone? The nerve!) was obviously ticking her off a bit.

"Uncle Legault got back last night?" Nino pushed her chair back, leaning forward across the table until she was nearly nose to nose with Fiora.

Fiora blinked, looking up from her tea and into the bright blue eyes of the young water witch. "…Yes."

In the time it would take to say 'abra cadabra', Nino was gone, leaving only a piece of half eaten toast and a empty glass with traces of orange juice to prove that she was ever there at all.

Wil blinked again, then shrugged. He was beginning to get used to the sudden appearances and disappearances, whether they be magic or not. Taking a bite of his own toast, he chewed and swallowed before turning to look at the occupant of the seat next to him. Who so happened to his teacher. Who happened to look a little ruffled (he had obviously yet to comb his hair, and had temporarily abandoned the bandana) but still very, very handsome. Wil blushed, mentally smacking himself. He would not think like that! Repeat, would not!

Rath, finally noticing that his student was staring at him, raised an eyebrow, "…Wil?"

The auburn haired boy yelped, turning an even brighter shade of red, "N-nothing! I just wanted to thank you for all your help with my room last night! It got done a lot faster because of you, and you probably had all sorts of different, more important type things to do with your time, but you helped us anyway! So, well, thanks! That all I wanted to say, really!" He finished, laughing nervously.

"…Ah," Rath said with a nod, going back to his breakfast.

Wil blinked again. Rath was being quiet, even more so then usual. Maybe he wasn't a morning person? Going back to his toast, a thought crossed Wil's mind. He really didn't know much about Rath. Maybe he'd ask him some things later on, if Rath didn't mind, of course.

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Second floor, first hallway to the right, fifth door to the left. Nino had the location of Legault's room memorized. Quickly finding her way to the right room, she quietly turned the doorknob.

She took a step inside, shutting the door behind her as quietly as she had opened it. She could be quite stealthy when she wanted to be.

Creeping forward another few steps, she suddenly paused. Something wasn't quite right. The drapes over the windows were the same, the furniture hadn't changed, and the mirror was exactly where it always was. So what was it?

Blue eyes fell upon the bed and Nino realized exactly what it was that was out of place. Instead of one figure on the bed, there were two. Luckily, both figures were clothed. She didn't know what she would do if they weren't. Scream like hell, she supposed.

Her uncle Legault was one of the figures; she'd recognize that lavender hair any day. She'd never seen the other person before, though. She'd remember if she'd ever seen someone with hair quite like that. Dark green hair with a streak of white. How unusual.

She wondered if she should leave. It would be rude to wake up the other person just because she wanted to lecture her uncle. Maybe she could get Legault up without waking the other? No, Legault slept like a log. She usually had to yell in his ear to get him up on the best of days.

Nino decided she could wait a while until they woke up, and then she would get her chance to yell at her uncle for his disappearance.

She took a step backwards, before cringing. The creaking floorboard! She had forgotten all about that one!

The stranger's eyes flew open and he sat up, looking shocked and more then a little frightened as he looked around the room and then finally, at Nino.

Well, so much for not waking him up, Nino thought as she quickly put on a wide grin, "Hi! I'm Nino, Legault's niece! I'm sorry for waking you up, I honestly hadn't meant to!" She apologized, walking around the bed to the side where her uncle slept. Seeing as she'd accidentally woken the stranger, she had no reason not to wake Legault up as well.

Relaxing a bit, the green haired man gave her a tiny smile, "Legault told me about you. I'm Heath," He introduced himself, relinquishing the tight grip he'd had on the sheets a moment ago.

Grinning impishly, Nino loomed over her uncle, "You don't mind if I wake him up, do you?" She shot a questioning glance at Heath.

Shaking his head, Heath watched with mild curiosity as the girl's grin widened.

"Uncle Legault," She called, tugging none too gently on a strand of lavender hair. "Uncle Legault, it's time to get up."

Legault reply was to roll onto his side, grab a pillow and place it over his head.

Heath blinked, "I think you might have trouble getting him up." He said, leaning over, gently shoving the sleeping witch, "Legault…"

Nino scowled, crossing her arms across her chest. There was one sure way to wake Legault up, but was she feeling malicious enough to do it? Remembering that he'd left and hadn't told her a thing, she decided that yes, yes she was feeling malicious enough to use it.

"Can you take that pillow away from him?" She asked Heath, gesturing to the fluffy object covering Legault's head.

"…Sure," Heath said after a moment's hesitation. He didn't know what the little girl was planning, but his curiosity had been sparked.

Getting the pillow away from Legault turned out to be quite a struggle. The witch had a pretty strong grip, even in his unconscious state. Finally, Heath managed to tug the object out of Legault's grasp.

Nino nodded her thanks before closing her eyes and concentrating. When she opened her eyes, she found a small orb of water in her hand. She would have clapped her hands together in delight, but that would have completely ruined her plan. So she settled for a slightly wicked grin instead.

She leaned over Legault and promptly dropped the water orb.

The result was a soaked, annoyed, but, most importantly, awake Legault.

"Nino," He brushed a few strands of soaked lavender hair out of his eyes. "What have I said about doing that?" He asked, his voice containing slight hints of annoyance.

"That it makes you want to toss me off of the roof," The girl replied, still smiling brightly. "But that doesn't matter, because I know you wouldn't do it. Good morning, Uncle Legault!" She hopped on to the bed, folding her legs under her.

Legault let out a long sigh, grabbing another pillow and throwing it at Heath, who was desperately trying to stifle the fit of laughter that had been brought on when Nino had dropped the water orb. "I wish I could say the same."

Suddenly, Nino's bright smile turned into a threatening look, "Care to tell me where you've been for the past couple days, dearest uncle?" She asked in an all too innocent tone, drawing circles on the sheets with her forefinger.

Sighing again, Legault grabbed Heath's arm, dragging the other closer to him. "With him," He replied curtly, nodding at Heath.

Heath turned bright red as Legault wrapped an arm around his shoulders, "Legault…" He said warningly, shooting a glare at the lavender haired man.

"And what were you doing?" Nino asked, raising one eyebrow.

Raising a hand to stroke Heath's sleep-mussed hair and ignoring the glare it earned him from the other, Legault casually replied, "I was on a rescue mission of sorts."

"But Ninian didn't have a clue as to where you were!" Nino glared. She wished Legault wouldn't be so secretive. It made it so much harder to get information out of him.

"Ninian didn't give me this mission."

Heath looked from Legault, to Nino, slightly confused. Legault hadn't told Nino where he had been over the past few days? And who was Ninian? He was glad that Legault wasn't giving Nino the full story, but his vague answers were obviously annoying the girl.

Suddenly, Heath found a pair of bright blue eyes staring at him intently, "What kind of witch are you, anyway?"

"I-I…" Heath stuttered, not really sure how to answer.

Luckily, Legault came to his rescue once again, "That's none of your concern Nino."

"Awww!" The green-haired girl folded her arms over her chest, pouting, "No one ever tells me anything! It's so unfair!"

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"Hey, Rath?"

The earth witch looked up to find his student staring at him intently. Closing the book he had been looking at, Rath locked his eyes with Wil's warm brown ones. "…What is it?"

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions about you before we start our lesson?" Wil grinned, propping his chin up on his palms.

Rath blinked. Wil sure was an odd one…a cute, odd one. He shook his head in a mad attempt to clear those thoughts out of his head.

"Err, Rath?" Wil blinked, looking at his teacher with a confused look. "Rath? Are you okay? Earth to Raaaath?"

"It's…nothing," Rath said, brushing a few of his bangs out of his eyes. "It's fine to ask me questions, if you want."

Wil grinned, "Yay! Umm, okay then…" He tapped a finger to his lips, thinking. "…What's you favorite color?"

"…Color?" Rath raised an eyebrow. Why would Wil ask him such an insignificant question?

"Yep, what's your favorite one?" Wil asked, staring at his teacher intently, "Unless, of course, you don't want to answer. Because that's perfectly all right! If you don't want to tell me, you don't have! I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything like that, but I was just curious to learn some things about you, and you said I could ask, so I did! But you don't have to answer or anything like-"

"Brown."

"-That so it's…Err, umm…brown?"

Rath nodded, "Yes."

Wil frowned, "Why would you pick brown? It's such a dull color! I mean, there are about a gazillion other colors that out shine it, like blue, or indigo, or yellow or…" He eyed his teacher's hair, "Green." He paused, he'd never really appreciated green before. It was just…there. Grass was green, trees were green, but green didn't mean anything. But now…green was fast becoming his favorite color. That beautiful shade of forest green. "But brown's just so dull!" Wil finished, tearing his eyes away from his teacher.

Smiling slightly, Rath slipped his fingers under Wil's chin, forcing the younger to look at him, "Brown is anything but dull." He whispered, gazing into Wil's warm chocolate eyes.

"Ehh?" Wil blinked, blushing slightly at how close his teacher was to him.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Rath removed his hand from Wil's face, "Shall we get started?"

"Uh…umm…Oh, yeah! Right, right!" Wil nodded, "Yeah, let's."

"We're…going to have our lesson outside today," Rath said, getting up and quickly crossing the room.

"Outside?" Wil echoed, following Rath closely. "Why would we have it outside? I mean, it's a nice day and all, and I don't have any problems with having it outside, I'm just wondering why is all."

"Why do you think?" Rath asked, glancing down at Wil. He was curious to see if Wil could guess the reason. It was a simple one, really.

Wil blinked, "Umm…I don't know." He bit his bottom lip, searching for an answer. "Is it because of my elements? 'Cause you can find both wind and earth outside? Is that the reason? Because if it isn't, I really can't figure out why and-"

Rath shook his head, cutting Wil off mid-rant, "No. You are correct."

"…I am?" Wil blinked. He hadn't expected to answer that question correctly. "Really, Rath?"

In spite of himself, Rath smiled slightly, "Yes."

"Yay! I got something right! Does this mean I'm doing better, Rath? Because I totally failed at that pendulum thing! I just don't see what it's supposed to do! I mean, I keep swinging back and forth like you told me to, but nothing happens. Just swing, swing, swing…over and over again."

"Did you bring it with you?" Rath asked abruptly, stopping and looking down at Wil.

"…Huh?"

"…The pendulum, Wil."

Wil blinked, before a look of horror crossed over his normally cheerful face, "Oh, no, I completely forgot about it! It's still in my room! Wait right here, I'll go get it!"

Rath opened his mouth to ask Wil if he was sure he wouldn't get lost, but the brunette was already gone disappeared down the hallway.

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"Legault, are we lost?" Heath glanced over at his companion, raising one eyebrow.

Legault sighed, "No. Well, we're not exactly lost. I wouldn't go so far as to say that…"

Heath sighed. "We are lost, aren't we? I thought you lived here! Shouldn't you know your way around?" He placed his hands on his hips, glaring up at the slightly taller man.

"I do, just…not in this part of the house."

The look that the green haired male wore stated that Legault had better explain, or else.

"I don't visit Ninian often. I rarely ever have to find my way up to the attic." Legault explained, looking around. There was a staircase somewhere on the third floor that led up to the attic. It was hidden, so one had to know where to look. "It's around here somewhere, I know that much…"

"We could go and ask some one, you know…" Heath sighed.

Legault didn't reply. He walked up to the wall, placing his hand on its smooth surface.

Heath ran a hand through his slightly unruly hair. This was going to take a while, he just knew it.

Suddenly, something collided, with him, nearly knocking him over. Heath looked to down to find a younger boy with reddish brown hair staring up at him.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!" The boy apologized, taking a step back. "I didn't see you there! I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have been running so fast, but Rath's waiting for me and I don't want to make him wait too long, we have to get our lesson started, after all! Sorry again!" He said, before stepping around Heath and taking off down the hall.

"Who was that?" Heath asked Legault, who was smirking, slightly amused by the literal run in.

"I don't know," Legault answered, turning back to the wall. "He must be new… and judging by what I caught of his awfully long apology, he must be Rath's new student." He traced a crack in the wall with his fingers, "So, they finally found Rath a student…I didn't think they ever would."

"What do you mean?" Heath blinked.

Legault didn't answer. Looking at the wall that the lavender-haired man had previously been working on, Heath realized why. A passageway had opened up, and a small, rickety looking staircase led upstairs.

"So you found it after all," Heath observed, taking a step forward to get a better view of the passageway.

Legault stepped back, ushering Heath forward, "You first," He said with a smirk.

Heath glared, placing a hand on the banister and slowly making his way up.

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"Guy." A gentle voice broke the still atmosphere and the braided teenager looked up to meet the kind eyes of a blonde woman.

"Yes, Lady Louise?" Guy asked his teacher of sorts. Seeing as he'd grown up in a family of witches, he didn't really need a teacher to show him the magical arts, but Louise helped him anyway.

"How is it going?" She asked softly, kneeling next to Guy on the floor.

He shook his head, "I just can't seem to get it!" He cried, dipping his fingers into the small basin of water next to him.

She nodded sympathetically, brushing back the strands of hair that had escaped his braid during his practices. "I know, I know. You'll be able to do it correctly eventually, Guy. I'm sure of it."

"Don't bet on it," He said bitterly, shaking his head.

Violet eyes inspected him closely, "Could it be that you are not entirely concentrating on this? That your mind is somewhere else? Maybe thinking about…someone in particular?" A knowing smile graced her lips.

"How come everybody knows?" He exclaimed, staring at her with wide eyes, "Am I that obvious?"

She laughed lightly, "Well, maybe just a little bit…"

He hung his head, "Dammit…"

Brushing a few loose strands of blonde hair behind her ear, Louise cleared her throat before changing the subject, "Why don't you work on something else for awhile? You could always go back to teleportation later."

"Um…" Guy considered it, slowly raised his gaze from the floor. Matthew had wanted him to take a break from teleportation too. "What do you have in mind?"

"Ninian did once say that she sensed a talent for healing within you," Louise stated. Water elements were usually good with healing, but Guy had never seemed particularly interested in it. It would be useful for him to learn, though. They could never have too many healers.

Guy sighed, "I don't want to be a healer. If we were attacked by witch hunters, I'd be absolutely useless! I couldn't fight, or protect Matth-" He stopped short, It's not like he needs my protection, anyway… He thought, shaking his head, "I wouldn't be able to protect anyone! All I'd be able to do is sit on the sidelines and heal injuries." He dipped his fingertips into the water again, watching the rippling surface.

"No one ever said you couldn't do both."

"Eh?" Guy blinked, staring at Louise, "What do you mean by that?"

Louise laughed, reaching over and brushing Guy's bangs out of his eyes, "You can be a fighter and a healer. It's not like you have to pick one!" She let her graceful fingers trail down the length of Guy's braid before withdrawing her hand.

"I…guess so," He thought it over. Maybe being a healer wouldn't be so bad after all, as long as he could still fight. He didn't want to surrender his skill with the blade to become a healer.

"Let's just practice a simple healing spell, all right?" Louise asked, smiling gently at him. "I'll even do it with you." In one smooth move, she got to her feet, gazing down at Guy expectantly.

"All right, but just one…"

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"I'm sorry…for keeping you…waiting…" Wil panted out once he'd managed to find his teacher again. Maybe running the whole way wasn't such a good idea after all.

Rath sighed, "…Did you find it?" He asked, gazing at Wil.

The brunette nodded, producing a small velvet bag from his pocket and holding it up for his teacher to see. "Yeah, I got it!"

Nodding, Rath turned, leading the way outside. Wil followed obediently, trying to keep up with his teacher's long strides.

"HEY! Rath, wait up! You walk really fast, you know! Really, really fast! Can't you please slow down? Rath! Rath, please!" Wil finally managed to catch up to his teacher, latching onto his arm so Rath couldn't get too far ahead again. Well, that and the idea of hanging off of Rath's arm seemed very appealing. Wil blushed deeply at the thought.

Rath looked down at his tomato-red student, raising an eyebrow. A bright red Wil, clinging to him? This…was certainly unexpected.

Looking up, Wil turned an even brighter shade of crimson, "Sorry! Am I making you uncomfortable? I'm not trying to, really! It's just that you're so tall, it's kind of hard for me to keep up with you! You don't mind, do you?" Warm brown eyes blinked.

Slowly, Rath shook his head, "…No." In all honesty, he didn't mind. Not at all. This was actually rather nice. It was a shame that Wil let go once they got outside.

Walking a bit farther from the house, Rath gestured for Wil to take a seat under a large oak tree. The younger obeyed, sitting down and looking up at Rath curiously.

"Well, I was going to have you work with your pendulum…" Rath said, closing his eyes against the glare of the sun. "But…" He trailed off, opening one green eye and glancing into the distance, thinking.

After a moment or so, Wil blinked, "…But?" He repeated, staring intently at his teacher. Did this mean he didn't have to practice with the pendulum? That was good, he didn't think he was going to get anywhere with that anytime soon.

"…I have something in mind for today's lesson that I think you'll like much better," Rath finished, offering Wil a slight smile.

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When he reached the top of the staircase, Heath nearly choked. The air was thick with many different kinds of incense.

Legault took a deep breath before stepping into the attic, obviously expecting the incense fragrant air that waited at the top of the stairs.

"You could have warned me!" Heath coughed, casting a glare in Legault's direction.

Legault only reply was a shrug.

A curtain that separated off part of the room lifted, and a pale girl with long blue hair poked her head out, "Ah, Legault…And, you are?" She looked at Heath, blinking crimson eyes. So Fiora had been right; Legault had brought a strange young man back with him after all.

"I'm Heath," He introduced himself. "You're Ninian, right?"

She blinked again, then smiled, "Yes, I am. Please, come inside." She pulled back the curtain, holding it open for the two.

Stepping inside, Heath realized that the air in this section of the attic was much fresher, and quickly realized why. Ninian had left a window open, allowing fresh air to enter the room and make it easier to breath.

"I'm sorry about the incense," She said, gazing at Heath. "Hannah, our senior fortune teller, seems to like it this way, and it's best not to argue with her." Closing the curtain after them, Ninian took a seat at the small table in the middle of the room. She motioned for Legault and Heath to do the same. When they had sat down, she began to speak, "Legault, I suppose you're wondering why I called you here."

Shaking his head, the lavender haired man answered, "Not really." He answered truthfully, locking his eyes with her ruby red gaze.

Smiling slightly, she closed her eyes, "…No, I suppose you really don't." Opening her eyes, she stared at him. "Nino is not the only one who's curious about where you were and what you were doing over your absence, Legault."

The lavender haired dark element said nothing.

"It was dangerous," Ninian continued. "Very dangerous Legault. What if we had needed to find you? You didn't leave of with a location, or a way to get in touch with you, or…" She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself before she started ranting. "It was not a wise thing to do, Legault."

"…I had to," Legault said shortly. He reached over, grabbing Heath's hand. The green haired boy started at the sudden content, turning to look at Legault.

"I thought it had something to do with him." Ninian said softly, observing the almost possessive way Legault gripped Heath's hand.

Once again, Legault said nothing. He only continued to hold Heath's hand tightly.

"Won't you tell me, Legault?" She asked, before her ruby red eyes flitted over to Heath, "Better yet, why don't you tell me what happened, Heath?"

No matter how much he wanted to, Heath could not look away from her almost magnetic gaze. "I…don't know if I can really…" He trailed off, finally able to tear his eyes away from Ninian long enough to glance at Legault, a silent question.

"You can, if you want. I don't really care to explain right now," Legault answered Heath's unspoken question.

Heath nodded slowly, "All right…" He took a deep breath, "Legault left to…rescue me. He saved me."

"Oh?" Ninian raised one eyebrow. She'd never really thought of Legault as the type to 'rescue' anyone. "Go on. What did he save you from?" She asked, curious now.

"They…well, I sincerely doubt that they were actually my aunt and uncle, they certainly weren't married, and I really don't think they were siblings…but they called themselves my aunt and uncle. Vaida and Eubans. I really can't clearly remember a time when I didn't know them. They were just…always there. I lived with them. It wasn't a bad thing until a few years ago. I don't know what happened…but they stopped allowing me to go out on my own. They kept me locked up. I could go out, but not without supervision. And then, finally, they wouldn't let me go out at all. I never understood why. I still don't understand why," He paused, his lips parted as if to continue speaking, but he said nothing.

Legault sighed, squeezing Heath's hand, entwining his long fingers with Heath's in a comforting gesture. Violet-blue eyes caught amethyst ones, urging him to go on.

"Then, a few months later, it got even worse. Eubans started…" Heath's breath hitched ever so slightly, "He started hitting me." He slipped his hand out of Legault's grip and slowly rolled up his sleeve, exposing a forearm crisscrossed by thin scars.

Ninian was silent as she observed Heath's arm, but Legault's reaction was different. He dragged Heath closer, inspecting his arm. Heath had never shown him these scars… "This," He said, "This was not caused by hitting, Heath. This was done with some kind of sharp edge."

Heath blushed, tearing his arm away from Legault and pulling his sleeve back down.

"Now do you see?" Legault asked, locking his eyes with Ninian's in a burning, angry glance. "I couldn't leave him there!"

"No, it's all right. I understand that you had to get him out of there, for his own safety." She said calmly, "What I don't understand is why they were keeping him locked up."

Heath shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I can't offer an explanation as to why either."

Legault looked from Heath to Ninian as if they were both crazy. "It's obvious!" He exclaimed. It was such a simple reason! Why couldn't the other two figure it out? Ninian should be able to, at least. She was smart enough to do it. Not that Heath wasn't, but sometimes it was hard to figure out these things when it concerned yourself.

"So, do you know then, Legault?" Ninian asked, staring at the lavender haired man intently.

Legault nodded, "Of course. It's so simple, really. They were keeping him hostage because of his magic!" He cast a glance at Heath out of the corner of his eyes, observing the green haired young man who was staring so blankly at the tabletop now, "They wanted to abuse his power!"

Ninian stared at him for a few minutes, before speaking, "Legault…Can't you sense it?…Heath has no magic."

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Chapter Six-End

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What can I say? I'm a sucker for Heath torture. Sorry if it seemed too dramatic. I can never tell if I'm overdoing it…Oh, well, better to be overdoing it then under-doing (is there such a thing?) it, right?

And…judging by all your lovely reviews, my dear readers, you weren't expecting that ending, were you? (Evil smirk) Mwahahahaha! Ehh…I'll stop evilly ranting now.

Once again, this chapter managed to give me a hard time. It's EVIL…evil, I say! So frickin' hard to write… (Sigh) Ah, well, as long as everyone likes the finished project, it's fine, right? You know, I think this might've been the longest chapter I've ever written. It's almost 5,000 words. Might not seem like very much, but before I started this fic, I hardly ever wrote chapters over 2,000… I think this fic has really helped my writing along. It's improved it greatly, at least in my opinion. Okay, I'm going to stop right here before I start ranting.

I'm going to try and get the next chapter up within a week, but it might take a bit longer then that in reality. I'm looking forward to writing this one! (Grins)

I think you all know what I'm going to say in this little line. Reviews and if you're really feeling generous, shonen ai fanfiction. Please, we need more! We really, really do! AHEM, but anyway, review please. (Smiles)