Disclaimer: Like the previous chapters said…

Here is the edited chapter as promised! My dearest editor had actually post to me some time ago… but being to lazy me, I forgot to check my mail box. So anyway, here it is. And just so some of you know, I do like some of the reviews given. Even though most of you told me that you can guess or more or less knew where the story is heading, I seriously dunno where it is going. Hehe… just for some cheering up news, I finished the next chapter, waiting for my editor to edit it. So be patient and it will be uploaded soon… hopefully.

…'words'… flashback conversation

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Chapter 13: Painful Secrets

Hikaru sighed as he lean against the railing of the balcony, silently thanking Mother Nature for the soft wind that was combing playfully through his hair, slowly soothing his headache away. He had expected those two not to get along… hell! He even anticipated it, but he had not counted on the headaches that would have come along with it.

'Maybe this was not such a good idea after all.'

"Well… can't say I did not warn you."

In response to the amused voice, Hikaru growled half-heartedly. Closing his eyes, he could hear the soft, muted sound of water hitting the ground. Yongha must still be in the bathroom. Since he couldn't hear anything else, he assumed that Akira must still be out. Grocery shopping.

Though why would they need any groceries is beyond him, since, according to their plan, they are going back to Tokyo tomorrow. And it was not like they needed anything.

"Sai… how could you still smile and laugh with those two driving us up the wall?" Hikaru asked softly, letting the breeze carry his words rather than his voice.

Sai, who had been standing beside Hikaru all this time, smile softly, not that the boy could see it.

"I believe you're the one who is being driven up the wall, not me. You know, I do sympathize with you… even though you're the one who orchestrated the whole thing."

Caught surprise by the playful answer, Hikaru's eyes widened showing his disbelief. "Don't tell me you're not… not…" fumbling for a word, Hikaru finally snarled softly, "annoyed or something by them? I mean, they have been doing nothing but glaring and spiting veiled insults at each other all day!"

Sai watched, amused as Hikaru continued ranting about his two companions out loud, though still mindful enough to keep his volume low enough not to attract any unwanted attentions. Swallowing a chuckle at the last description, Sai reached out and gently placed his hand over Hikaru's mouth. Surprised by the gesture, Hikaru stop his rant, askance in his eyes.

"Enough, Hikaru, I am neither blind nor deaf. I do know what is going on… though I have to say I'm not as affected as you are by them."

Hikaru slumped at Sai's words, knowing them to be true. After all, during the whole trip he could feel nothing but amusement from Sai whenever he paid attention to those two. Turning around so that the railing supports his back, Hikaru replied wearily.

"So I noticed. I do not know why I'm so bothered either. Maybe I…" closing his eyes while tilting his head up, Hikaru's voice soften even more. "I guess I want to know why they are doing this. I do not understand. What is there for them to fight about? Yongha's opponent was me and as far as I know, he and Touya had not even had a game together, at least not a serious or official one that would provoke such reactions. So why this animosity? What trigger it?"

Sai, who had been watching Hikaru all this time, silently debated whether he should tell Hikaru some of his observations. He then decided not too. It was clear to Sai that those two were fighting over Hikaru. Hikaru was either denying that fact… or he was truly, honestly dense. Either way, Sai was not about to force Hikaru to see that fact. Instead Sai decided to sooth Hikaru. Bringing out his flute, Sai smiled softly in reminiscence before he starts to play.

At the wondrous melody streaming from Sai's flute, Hikaru felt his tension slowly seeped out his body as he began to relax, letting the music sooths his senses. He had not known when it started, but he had come to really appreciate Sai and his music. Closing his eyes, he let the music flow around him, smiling as he felt his spirits lift. A soft click jarred Hikaru back into reality, causing Sai to stop playing as well. Turning towards the sound, they saw Akira enter. Looking up, Akira flashed Hikaru a small smile as he closed the door lightly and placed his purchases on one of the beds before joining Hikaru on the balcony. Leaning his arms on the railing beside Hikaru, Akira took a deep, calming breath.

"What are you doing out here, Shindou?" Akira asked softly, as if sensing the peaceful and seemingly sacred silence that was surrounding Hikaru and was reluctant to disturb it.

Hikaru smiled softly. "Enjoying the breeze. We rarely get such a nice breeze back in town."

"Hmm… I couldn't agree more."

With that the two rivals and friends lapsed in comfortable silence, neither willing to break the peacefulness on the balcony. Sai, by then had got himself more comfortable, was sitting on the railing on the other side of Hikaru. As the silence lengthened, Sai took out his flute again and started a new melody. Hearing the familiar sound of the flute again made Hikaru's eyes flutter closed; leaning against railing even more so he could tilt his head up, surrendering his mind and body to the magic Sai was weaving with his music and the warm rays of the evening sun.

Unnoticed by Sai and Hikaru, Akira was watching Hikaru with puzzlement in his eyes. When he had first come in, he was slightly surprised at the relaxed pose Hikaru was displaying. Or rather, he was surprised at the serenity that was screaming from Hikaru's figure. He had not seen such peacefulness in the boy ever since… well, ever since he could remember, and to see him relaxing even more…

True, he was not close enough to Hikaru to make such a comment, but he can honestly say that no one had seen such peace from the other boy ever since he became a pro. Was it this place that gave such a comforting aura to the other boy? And if that is true, why this place? Does it have anything to do with Shuusaku?

'Master? I do not have one. But if I must name someone, I guess I would say that Shuusaku is my master.'

Akira tensed slightly in remembrance of that particular statement. Hikaru had said that once during one of those rare occasions where they sat down together without a goban between them, and Hikaru had said it with such a small sad smile that told of more secrets than his puzzling words had revealed. Akira had always wondered who had brought Hikaru into the world of Go. He had tried asking around before, but apparently no one knew as Hikaru was pretty tight-lipped about it. There were even speculations that the infamous Sai was Hikaru's master, but it was not confirmed… except for the fact that Akira, Ogata-sensei and Akira's father were the only ones who knew that Hikaru does know Sai after all. And even then, Hikaru had refused to say anything about it. Akira's father probably knew a lot more, but he had always denied any relations between Sai and Hikaru. So in the end, Akira had resorted to asking Hikaru himself, not that it did any good but bring forth more questions.

'Hikaru… is Shuusaku really your master then? Is that why you are here then? In the town of Shuusaku's birth?'

The sound door opening startled Akira, swinging his head to the source of the noise only to see a bare-chest Yongha clad in Bermudas walking out of the bathroom, still drying his hair. Unable to stop the scowl from appearing, Akira glared at the elder male before turning away. Sneaking another look at Hikaru, Akira took a second before deciding to leave the other boy in his blissful state and walked back into their room, catching the attention of Yongha.

At the movement coming from his left, Yongha turned to see Akira walking to his backpack. He then noticed Hikaru outside the balcony, partially hidden by the swaying curtain, looking as if he had not a concern in the world at all. Shrugging, he arranged his towel around his neck before sitting on the bed right in front of the television, flicking it on at he same time. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Akira watching him warily before proceeding to the bathroom. Smirking at Akira's back, he turned back to the idiot box, settling on watching the news. Hikaru had told him earlier that he had a headache, and though Yongha was loathed to admit it, he knew that the cause of it was most probably him and Akira, even if Hikaru was too polite to say so. So what better way to let the poor boy recuperate than to leave him alone?

Yongha sighed softly, eyes unfocused while staring at the screen. He wondered, for the umpteenth what he is doing and what he had hoped to accomplished in… whatever he was doing. He had first arrive in Japan, aiming to make the bleached-bangs boy notice him as more than an annoyance, aiming to make himself a prominent figure in his eyes. At least that was his original thoughts and goals. He had not expected for the boy to intrigue him even more, had not expected that instead of wanting to establish himself in whichever way possible in the boy's eyes, he had suddenly started yearning for Hikaru's acknowledgement. He wanted Hikaru's friendship, to the point where he had willingly explained his actions during the Hokuto Cup, even when he had silently vowed not ever to.

He had finally understood why, unprovoked, he would go and attack Akira verbally. He could finally comprehended the jealousy he had felt when he saw Hikaru interacting with the purple-haired idiot. He had wanted the easy camaraderie that was apparent in Hikaru's interactions with them. He wanted Hikaru to see him as one of his friends. And now that he had achieved it, he realized that he wanted more.

'Maybe Suyon was right… utterly, perfectly and honestly accurate in his off-handed accusations. I am totally obsessed with Shindou Hikaru.'

Yongha let himself falls down heavily onto the bed behind him, staring up blindly at the ceiling. He knew he wanted the enigma named Hikaru, but he had not realized then he wanted Hikaru as more than just a challenge, a rival one would say. And now that he does, he felt like he had just feel into a pitch black pit with no way out. Suddenly he could not help feeling glad that Suyon is arriving in a few more days. He was yearning for some form of familiarity, even if it comes in the form of his annoying housemate and good friend who also happened to be on good terms with Yongha's source of problems.

At the soft footsteps, Yongha turned to Hikaru, a soft welcoming smile on his lips even before he registered it forming. Getting a smile in return, Yongha could not help feeling glad, pushing away his earlier depressed state.

"What are you doing?" Hikaru asked nonchalantly, snatching the remote from Yongha's hand before dumping himself unceremoniously beside Yongha.

Returning his gaze towards the ceiling, Yongha smiled. "Taking a break, which I assumed that's also what you're doing at the balcony?"

"Hmm…? Aa… more or less." Came the distracted reply.

"More or less? What are you doing at the balcony then? And what are you watching? I was hearing the news for your information."

"Really?" Yongha scowled lightly at the obvious amusement lining those words. "I thought you were just letting the sound of news lure you to sleep, which I assumed, from your very obvious posture, quite effective. As for what I am watching, it's called a documentary. You know those entertaining and educational shows about wildlife or nature. Anyway, if you would like to know, it's about penguins. They're adorable… not that it matters to one who already has his eyes closed. Then again, you're just letting those droning voices sent you to sleep… don't worry, documentaries are dull enough."

"Hmmph… whatever." Yongha mumbled darkly, even though Hikaru could see a small smile trying to form on the elder male's lips. After a long moment, Yongha mumbled sleepily. "Feeling much better?"

"Yes… thanks. My headache is gone."

Hikaru shake his head slightly at the soft humming he received from Yongha, which told him that Yongha was slowly drifting off the land of the sleep. He watched as Yongha's breathing slowly deepened, entranced by the sleeping male.

'Sai… do I look like that when I sleeps?'

"Like what, Hikaru?"

'… Peaceful. Like I do not have a care in the world.'

Sai laughed lightly. "Everyone looks like that when they are sleeping. What a weird question you're asking."

'Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just that… I had not felt peaceful for such a long time I… I guess I forgot what it feels like anymore.'

At those forlorn words, Sai sobered up immediately, watching Hikaru intently. He wondered if Hikaru realized what he had just whispered so brokenly. No words could describe the pain and sorrow he feels when he saw Hikaru looking so lost and alone. Gently, he reached out and wrapped his arms around Hikaru. Startled by the gesture, Hikaru frowned but did not extract himself from the embrace.

'Sai?'

Ignoring the questioning call, Sai tightened his arms slightly. "Have I come back too late? Have you withdrawn so much that you can't come back to me anymore?"

At those soft, painfully uttered questions, all strength seemed to flow out of Hikaru. Hikaru knew what Sai was talking about. Slowly, Hikaru reached up, wrapping his fingers lightly around the arms tightly bound across his chest. Sai's heart constricts even more at the slight tremors he could feel running in those long fingers. He knew that his leaving would have such an impact on Hikaru, and seeing Hikaru had only reinforced it. He had not wanted to admit to himself, had not wanted to see the broken person that was once his everything. But now, there was no way out. No more denying.

Hikaru felt like laughing, but his bitter laughter could not quite work through the lump clogging in his throat. Hikaru had known that sooner or later Sai would finally see through his façade. He had resigned himself to that fate, after all Sai knew him the best… he just had not expected that day to come so soon. He had changed for too much for Sai not to notice. He knows how people around him perceived him. Like Akari had said, he is determined and strong, but that was just to hide the part that had been broken since the departure of Sai. He managed to pick up the broken pieces since Isumi forced him to play Go and the one time Sai had appeared to him in the dream, but there were still far too many broken pieces laying around, and he lacked the strength to pick them all up.

So he had left them broken, thinking that one day… surely one day, those pieces will be gone… or at least hidden, hidden so deep that Hikaru will never have to see them, will not even remember them. It was a task he had managed so well that it had become part of him. He no longer knows which part of him is broken, which part is whole… or maybe he had been broken all these time, hiding behind a façade that had fooled so many, including himself. He was not prepared for Sai to come back, had not even expected it. Sai's unexpected return had healed him so much, but too much time had pass and far too many layers had been added to hide those wounds.

Not knowing what to say, Hikaru finally whispered brokenly. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Sai. Please forgive me."

Hikaru sensed more than felt the slight shake of Sai's head. "No, I'm sorry, Hikaru, for leaving. I know I could not have helped it, but I should have told you, back when I knew I was slowly disappearing. Instead I had let my fears, my selfishness conquered me, making it too late to even say goodbye. I had not wanted to leave, not when I have not attained the Hand of God… not when I had to leave you for good. By the time I had to go, I finally realized that my purpose back then was to guide you, but… I am not stupid or blind, every action has its own consequences. My actions have caused your consequences."

A lone tear ran down Hikaru's cheek. Again at lost for words, Hikaru could only shake his head, not knowing whether he was trying to deny Sai's words or trying to reassure Sai, and most probably, himself as well.

"Sai, I…"

"You have grown so much." Sai spoke up again, disregarding Hikaru's words. "In such a short time, you have grown so much. I have to catch up, don't I? I can no longer pretend that we can go back to how we used to... even as we both wanted to so much. Too much had changed…"

Unable to force any speech through his lips, Hikaru answered Sai in their linked mind.

'Yes… too much had changed… but you're back with me. That's all I need. One day I'll be whole again, all I need is you to stay. Never leave me again.'

"I will never leave again. That is a promise. Will you wait for me? I want to catch up…"

"Forever. Thank you, Sai."

Unbeknownst to them, Akira had chosen that moment to walk out of the bathroom with his usual silence. But before he could take another step into the room, he saw Hikaru sitting besides a sleeping Yongha. Normally that would piss the stoic boy off, but what had really caught his attention was the expression on Hikaru's face. Akira, who had not seen Hikaru upset before except for the one time during the Hokuto Cup, could not understand the pain in Hikaru's face. He wondered what could have caused such an expression on the other boy's features.

And then he heard the softly whispered words, filled with so much gratitude and love, causing Akira to retreat blindly back into the bathroom. Closing the door soundlessly, he leaned his forehead against it, not knowing what to think… or how to take the words spoken so softly, so lovingly by Hikaru.

'Forever. Thank you, Sai.'

Akira gritted his teeth at the pain he feel remembering those words. Who the hell is this Sai? He had his father captivated. And now that he had finally confirmed the connection between Hikaru and Sai, he had also found out that Sai was most probably Hikaru's most important person.

Not him. Not Touya Akira.

After all, Touya Akira could never bring forth such emotions from the secretive and sometimes aloof boy. Once and only once had Akira seen Hikaru being so desperate and passionate. That was when Ko Yongha had insulted Shuusaku and thus made an enemy out of Hikaru. But Shuusaku is dead… and therefore has no true hold on Hikaru, right?

And then… what about Sai? The whole time nobody had managed to find out who Sai was. The only one who came close was Akira's father, and he too failed to get any answers, not that Touya Koyo would reveal any. But Hikaru… Hikaru had known Sai all this time.

'You promised… you promised me, Shindou! You said you would tell me about Sai one day. Or is that an empty promise? Who is Sai? Why is he so important to you? Why won't you tell me! Why… why do you give me the impression that everyone pales in comparison to the elusive Sai?'

Akira did not know how long he hid in the bathroom, coming out only when he felt him was calm enough. Opening the door louder this time, he walked out and saw Hikaru transfixed with the television in front of him, looking unlike the image Akira had seen earlier. He was still sitting besides the peacefully sleeping Yongha and looking like his usual lazy self. Try as he might, Akira could no longer see the pain and sorrow that made up the other boy earlier. If he was one for vivid imaginations, he would have thought that he had imagined the whole scene earlier.

Unknown to Akira, Hikaru and Sai had finally made peace, even though Sai had not relinquished his precious bundle. Being in each other embraces had helped them more than they could have imagined, basking in each others' comforting presence. This was especially true for Hikaru, for he had finally come home. They both know that they have a long way to go before Hikaru is whole again, but they both know, as long as they are together nothing else really matters.

"Hey Shindou, aren't you going to take a bath?"

Hikaru smiled lightly, having noticed the other boy's presence much earlier. "Of course, but the documentary is pretty interesting. Since Yongha is asleep, I want to finish watching the penguins first."

Akira looked bewildered, and it echoes in his voice. "Penguins?"

In response, Hikaru pointed at the television, which was showing penguins gliding out of the sea as graceful as any sea creatures. Akira stared transfixed by the images before turning back to Hikaru, incredulous in his face.

"You're watching a documentary on penguins?"

Hikaru frowned at the disbelief in Akira's tone. "Yes. What's wrong with me watching a documentary on penguins?"

Hikaru watched as Akira opened and closed his mouth several times before composing himself. "No, nothing. I just had not expected you to watch a documentary… and on penguins."

"What's wrong with penguins? They are pretty cute." Hikaru asked, confused and an instant later grimaced. "I can't believe we're arguing over penguins."

Akira stared blankly at Hikaru. Within seconds, soft chuckles were heard from the normally serious boy. Hikaru glowered at Akira before slowly joining him in laughter. Sai, who was still hugging Hikaru, smiled and mock shook his head at the antics of the two boys.

"You're right. We just had a very wonderful conversation about penguins." Akira said flatly, finally managing to stop laughing. Hikaru grinned cheekily at him. Shaking his head, Akira walked to the bed beside Hikaru and sat down, watching the documentary along with Hikaru and Sai.

Even though he was facing the television, Akira was not even remotely registering the images on the screen for his mind was in turmoil. There were so many questions running in his head, so many questions he wanted to ask, but even without voicing them he knew he would not get any answers out of Hikaru. Sneaking him a few looks, he decided to throw caution into the wind.

"Why have you brought us here, Shindou?"

Watching the boy intently, Akira could only deduce that Hikaru had expected this question sooner or later, for the lack of reactions had more or less spelled it out. As the minutes passed, Akira wondered if Hikaru would ever answer the question when the silence stretched on. He even wondered if Hikaru had heard him at all. Unknown to Akira, Hikaru was mentally having another conversation with Sai.

'Should I answer?'

"Well, you have to say something or even brush the question aside."

'I can always pretend I did not hear it…'

"Would you?" Sai asked in response, already knowing the answer.

'No… I won't. You know that.'

Sai's arms tightened again. "Yes, I do. And again, I did warn you about Touya-kun's sharp mind."

Hikaru smiled slightly at Sai's answer. Without turning to Akira, Hikaru asked softly.

"Why do you think we're here, Touya?"

Akira shrugged carelessly, a gesture he had picked up from Hikaru. "It seemed like this trip was more than just to visit Shuusaku's sites."

"Is that so?" Hikaru replied lightly, giving no indications to his thoughts, at least not to Akira.

"That's what I am asking."

"Hmm… is it so hard to believe that I wanted to bring Yongha here?"

"No, not hard, but I know you better than that."

"Oh?" Hikaru finally turned to face Akira, an indescribable smile on his lips. "Is that so?"

There was danger in those three words. The same three words Hikaru had uttered so lightly before were now said in a tone that was hardly like the Shindou Hikaru everyone knew, a tone that bespoke of warning. Even Sai was surprised by the tone, hearing the clear 'back-off' signs in them. Akira, unable to bear the senseless bantering that was getting no where, disregarded the blatant warning and glared at Hikaru.

"I know so. You hardly do anything without a reason anymore, isn't it? In fact, I believe your every action has an ulterior motives in them… that is only known by you, isn't it? None of us knows why you do the things you do… at least not anymore. And I believe I spoke for your friends as well when I said this, especially for Fujisaki-san and Isumi-san."

Hikaru tensed slightly at the harsh accusations, an action only Sai noticed. "Like I said, we're here so that Yongha--"

"Don't. I know what you want to say. So that Yongha-san can see the famous Shuusaku's sites, right? Is that all really there to it?"

"What else can there be?"

"… I know for a fact that when you stopped playing Go that time you came here. You came here, rushing through each and every Shuusaku's site as if you were possessed, searching for something. And then you went back to Tokyo's very own Shuusaku's sites. Father even bought you a book of all of Shuusaku's kifus. Somehow everything comes back to Shuusaku."

Akira shut his mouth before he could add more even though his next sentence was running in his mind, knowing that it would only cause the other boy to clamp up more. 'Even Sai has to do with Shuusaku.'

Hikaru had looked away when the accusations started. Akira frustrations grew as Hikaru kept quiet. What drove Akira even crazier was the fact that Hikaru body language was practically screaming of weariness. He knows that body language… in fact Akira was quite acquainted with it. Hikaru is going to get up sooner or later and leave him hanging… again. Gritting his teeth almost painfully, Akira resolved not to let it happen this time, dismay dictating his actions.

"Why are you not answering me? Or even shouting at me? Were you really searching for something here then? Are you back here for that one thing again? Tell me! Shout at me! Something! Just don't sit there and pretend you're deaf, for God's sake!"

Still, Hikaru did not answer, did not even face Akira. Even Sai did not know what to say or do. The questions Akira asking was too close to home for both of them. Questions that were near impossible to answer, at least not without several lengthy explanations… explanations that Sai was certain that Hikaru was not willing to give at all.

'I'm selfish when it comes to you.'

"Why won't you answer me! Who the hell is Shuusaku to you, Shindou? Hell, they even call you the Shuusaku's calligraphy expert! Is Shuusaku that important to you? Do I even stand anyway near that God-forsaken Honinbou Shuusaku! Do you even remember that your beloved Shuusaku is dead!"

Hikaru whipped around and glared at Akira, dislodging Sai's arms at the same time. Even as Sai was muttering calming words, he could not stamp his anger.

"I believe I told you before, Touya." Hikaru spoke deliberately, shocking Akira out of his agitation with his cold tone. "Shuusaku is my master. You would do well not to speak ill of my master."

Akira, unable to bear the angry gaze, looked away. After a while, he heard Hikaru getting up. Turning back to Hikaru, he watched as Hikaru picked up his clothing before walking tiredly towards the bathroom. Pausing just before he enters the bathroom, Akira heard Hikaru softly addressing him before disappearing into the bathroom.

"Sorry, Touya. That was uncalled for."

Akira stared blindly at the closed door, unable to take in what had happen earlier, even though he was the one who started it. If hearts are made out of glass, Akira could imagine his shattering right now. Though Hikaru had not replied his rambling, Akira had managed to confirm one singular thing. The one thing that he was hoping against hope that it will never be true.

Touya Akira was nothing compared to Honinbou Shuusaku.

And there is Sai. Sai and Shuusaku, Shuusaku and Sai. With these two extraordinary figures in Hikaru's life, where does Akira stand?

'Sorry, Touya. That was uncalled for.'

Akira shut his eyes in something akin to despair. Hikaru said sorry, but knowing Hikaru as he does, he can hear the unspoken message. Hikaru is sorry, sorry for the words, but not for the meaning and the reason that prompted those words. Hikaru did not ask for forgiveness for those words, only sorry that he had to say them to Akira. Touya Akira is Shindou Hikaru's only rival… but apparently it is worth nothing when compared to one dead master and… who the hell is Sai?... someone who only Hikaru knows.

The room suddenly felt stifling to Akira even though the sliding doors were wide open. Walking toward the balcony, Akira did not see a pair eyes watching his retreat.

A pair of dark orange eyes that looked as unsettled as Akira felt.

-TBC-

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To some of my reviewers, I'm so sorry that my story 'faded of the radar' but I am a bit too busy to be able to update regularly. I'm going into my final year soon and I can't afford to mess it up. Definitely do not want to repeat… so if you guys could bear this, I would be so ever grateful. I apologize in advance for m future late chapters. Won't make promises I can't keep. Sorry.

Anyway, I got to thinking, since I am trying to improve my English, I shall stop my Japanese words in my story. So it is good news for some, huh? Hehe…

Yup, my country was a British colony and when we get our independence, our government change all our subjects to our national language. Problem is my generation's English sucks big-time. And now that the government realized their folly, my youngest sister has half her subjects in school in English. I wouldn't know whether I would consider those of us elder than her lucky or unlucky. On one hand we had it all easy, in our national language but have to do with bad English. On the other hand, my sister English is going to be so much better than mine! Whatever… dumb government anyway. No offense.

Dearest De Luna, you are seriously amazing… you actually reviewed each chapter. Wow… Thanks a bunch! Of course big thanks to the rest of my reviewers as well. You guys do remind me to update soon, though I still manage to update late all the time. So sorry. Thanks again. Big, big smile.