I am SO sorry this is a day late! I really did plan to get this up for yesterday but the end of the chapter was giving me so many problems and I wasn't well at the end of last week, when I was planning on finishing it up, which didn't help matters! Anyhow, a day late but I promise the next chapter will be up on 29th November! I have two assignments to do but I've also managed to get back on top of my schedule so it may be a day late again if worst comes to worst.

Anyhow, my poor organisation/ health aside, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

To avoid confusion:

Words Yami speaking mentally

Words Yugi speaking mentally

"Words" Characters speaking Japanese

"Words" Characters speaking Ancient Egyptian

"Words" Characters speaking Arabic

"Words" Characters speaking Akkadian

Fudge was shifting uneasily in his seat and Bill resisted the temptation to laugh as Kheftan and Haphiri were sat on either side of him, staring Fudge down. The silence was so loud and the tension so thick that one could almost cut it with a knife, if they were so inclined. He watched as a bead of sweat slowly made its way down Fudge's face, the man twirling the ever-present bowler hat in his lap, no doubt trying to work out how he had ended up in this situation. He shifted once more, coughed and then sat up straighter, making a noise like he was trying to clear his throat.

It sounded more like he was being strangled, if Bill were honest.

"And what can I help you with today?" Fudge asked, attempting pleasantness, but clearly knowing that they were not here on pleasantries. Haphiri very much looked like she wanted to stab Fudge and be done with it right there, but Bill had warned her that it would win her no favours with Kheftan, who already knew of the many… rumours that circulated Nekhen.

"As you are aware, Minister," Kheftan started, voice even and careful, pronouncing each word clearly, "that we entrusted into your care three of our young Tomb Keepers, including our dearest Crown Prince." Bill watched as Fudge swallowed, probably suddenly regretting some of those articles getting printed. "Mr Weasley, here, is our… correspondent and your ambassador. However, some of his reports regarding the activities sanctioned by this… teacher you appointed are… disturbing."

"Disturbing?" Fudge squeaked. "I have heard nothing but good reports-"

"From who?" Bill asked before he could stop himself. Haphiri sniggered quietly from his left and Fudge looked insulted. Deciding that he had already started digging, he might as well carry on. "As promised, I joined as an ambassador for both the Wizarding World and the Tomb Keepers, and quite frankly, Umbridge's actions are so far… underwhelming. She's ostracised herself already from half the staff, is generally disliked by most of the student body and I won't start to repeat some of the rumours I've heard about her teaching methods."

"It is almost as if she wants to ensure all the poor little children don't… live," Haphiri chimed in almost pleasantly. Fudge snapped his head round to look at her, probably in an attempt to stand up for the toad, but then wilting as he looked right into the carefully blank face of an Akkadian Princess used to snakes in court.

"Professor Umbridge is most qualified, I assure you," Fudge whimpered, quickly turning his attention back to Kheftan. "As you said, Mr Weasley, they are merely rumours. And I can doubly assure you that she is most concerned with the safety of all students at Hogwarts." Haphiri narrowed her eyes but Bill grabbed her wrist under the table, minutely shaking his head. Now was not the time to bring up the blood quills.

"And yet, she is still disliked in a manner quite unlike any other teacher at the school. Not only that, a mere hour before we arrived here it was reported to me by a reliable source that she attacked the Crown Prince," Kheftan said, voice still soft.

"Now that I can assure you is nothing but a rumour," Fudge stated, but another bead of sweat was happily joining the first down his face.

"Mahad is no liar," Bill said flatly. "Not that it will make any difference. It may have slipped mention before, but I can assure you the Mr Kheti is an integral part of Palace security. By now, Umbridge will have been punished accordingly." At this, Fudge truly did swell up in anger.

"You presume-!"

"Yes," Kheftan cut through him. "You people may see us as nothing more than… what was said in the Prophet again, Mr Weasley?"

"Savage backwards barbarians who live outside of civilisation in the desert." Kheftan nodded.

"Nothing more than savages, but I can assure you that we do not take such personal attacks lying down. Due to the indisposition of Pharaoh, the Crown Prince is currently the acting Head of State. I merely act in which way he sees fit, as does Akhefia. If he sees nothing wrong with his actions, there is nothing that I can do to reverse such an order." The silent it would be sacrilege was left unsaid. "Our Prince has been merciful in merely allowing these despicable claims to lay to rest, but I am less inclined to be so. Especially in light of this attack, so soon after men under this Lord Voldemort has spent the majority of the Summer attacking our people." Fudge's face screwed up and Bill internally sighed. Well, at least this would be somewhat entertaining.

"Now, look here," Fudge hissed. "You-Know-Who is not back. I don't know what kind of cock-and-bull Dumbledore has been feeding you, but I can assure you that he is dead!"

"And yet, I clearly remember seeing men dressed in dark cloaks calling themselves Death Eaters attacking my brother in the name of a Lord Voldemort, not two weeks ago," Haphiri stated casually. Fudge jumped, clearly having forgotten she was in the room. "I believe one of them went by the name of Lucius Malfoy… a benefactor of yours yes?" She gave him one of her signature terrifying grins as Fudge recoiled. "Quite coincidental that he claims to have been under your mind-control curse and kept all of that wealth isn't it? And has his own personal little spies in this school that are supporting your Senior Undersecretary?"

"W-What do you think you are suggesting?" Fudge stammered.

"Oh, I'm not suggesting anything at all," she said, keeping eye contact with Fudge. Kheftan was looking mildly miffed at having his spotlight stolen- or perhaps that it was Haphiri who was pointing out that which he had only been implying. Considering where she grew up and learnt politics, Bill had practically had to insist that she come since the Tomb Keepers would never have deigned to do so. "I'm merely saying it's wonderfully convenient that your pest has a little pet able to whisper right into your ear, with the correct weighting of coinage too." She then stood, breaking the spell she had ensnared the Minister in. "I shall take my leave of you boys. The smell of corruption is too overwhelming for me." And with that she was simply gone- not that Bill was fooled.

It wasn't as if she needed to be visible to still be present.

"Minister Fudge," Kheftan stated, ignoring the fact that Fudge was still staring at the spot Haphiri had once been. "As Vizier of the Tomb Keepers and in the name of Pharaoh and Our Prince, I must insist that all those journalists who have slandered our people are either brought to justice or handed over to the Tomb Keepers to be judged." Fudge made a small noise of protest, mouth open no doubt to talk but Kheftan just carried on speaking. "Along with this, I demand that any and all upcoming articles be sent on to me to be proof-read to ensure such happenings never occur again. And, be assured, we will be monitoring every avenue of news you wizards put out to the world." Kheftan had ensured he was looking Fudge straight in the eyes as he said this. "I would also suggest against giving into anymore monetary bribes from known past Death Eaters- you never know whose money or blood you are taking into your hands." With that closing statement, he too rose and left the room, leaving Bill the last one in the room. Fudge stared at the vacated seat a moment before turning to Bill, eyes narrowing.

"Now, see here, you have to explain that they cannot demand these things!" Fudge insisted. Bill got the feeling he saw Bill as an easy target due to Percy's involvement here.

"Mr Fudge, I am merely an ambassador. Nothing I say will have any effect on political decisions that are based on poor choices made by your Senior Undersecretary," Bill replied, raising an eyebrow at him. Fudge swallowed and shook his head.

"Suggesting corruption! Really! There is nothing-"

"I'll stop you before you voice that thought," Bill cut in, standing up. "Fudge, I would like to remind you that I do not share my brother's quite frankly poor view of the world, and neither are you going to win me over by slandering the people I have been working closely with for the past five years and trust far more than I do you." He paused before continuing. "You might also want to remember that all walls have ears. And not all of them are in your favour. Think of that, the next time you attempt to discredit an uncomfortable truth."

And with that, Bill too, took his leave. He was not hopeful for any changes though.

Yugi wriggled uncomfortably in his seat, staring across the room at the closed door of Atem's room. He was camped out in the Palace dorm, as Akhefia had jokingly termed it once and the name having stuck, sat in one of the many mismatched chairs that were placed in the common room. They had most definitely redecorated since he had last been here: gone was the plain, rushed lackadaisical look, and now was an odd assortment of each member's tastes. The original six chairs had grown to ten- three squashy armchairs that were originals to the room, two business looking chairs that could only be Kaiba's influence and the rest an assortment of wooden chairs covered in pillows or floor cushions. There was also a low-slung table of Japanese origin in the middle of the room- the floor cushions laid out around the fireplace that had appeared and another small but distinctively Egyptian table nearby. Yugi got the feeling that Atem spent many evenings there by the few books and a couple of abandoned mugs containing the dregs of what smelt like vanilla chai. The walls were still painted red, but it seemed cosier rather than the clear oppressive sign it had originally been.

He sighed and shifted again, despite the comfort of the chair. He couldn't get over the feeling that something big was happening- had already happened and that they were about to get dragged into a whole new weird adventure. Except, this time, his friends were thousands of miles away and he had no one to rely on except Kaiba and an only-recently-to-be-trusted Marik. Sure, they had both moved on a lot from when Yugi had first met them- Marik in leaps and bounds since having his dark side banished- but it still didn't detract from the fact that both had attempted to kill him at one point or another. And Yugi still wasn't sure where he stood with Kaiba. And then there was poor Ryou, who was just trying to get by without the interference of the evil Spirit of the Ring. It was curious that he hadn't caused any trouble yet, but that didn't mean they should let down their guard. Only that he was more than likely up to something new.

And then there was Yami. The Pharaoh had been acting strangely since lunch, quieter than usual and contemplative. It made Yugi wonder what had happened when he had wandered off midway through lunch. He hadn't been the same since they had gone down to Potions, rattled by something which had not helped his concentration any and lost him 10 points from Snape before Crabbe had melted his cauldron. The most he had commented on, was the fact that Akhefia disappeared sometime in the second half of the lesson and they had yet to figure out where he had gone. But since DADA was not on… Yugi could guess. And now they were here, having been dragged there by Atem who had stated that there was something that they all needed to talk about. And then had promptly disappeared into his room with his little sister who had been waiting for them.

She isn't his sister. Yugi jumped as Yami suddenly materialised next to him, face carefully blank.

"She isn't?" Yugi asked out loud and then flinched, realising that he really ought to answer Yami telepathically. There was no knowing if Master Magician could hear them. Yami shook his head, glancing towards the door and then closing his eyes. He was silent a moment before elaborating.

She cannot be. Both she and Haphiri are dead. Yugi felt his mouth fall open at that.

But they could still-

They are as old as I am. Yugi cut himself off, staring at his partner, who looked away. I met with her sister during your lunch hour. It was… frustrating, but the only thing of consequence I learnt from her is that she once knew me. And that they were once Princesses of the Akkadian Empire. Yugi blinked, and then blinked again, trying to think that through. He had heard of the Akkadian Empire, had read about it in passing when trying to research as far back as Yami may possibly have been from. But…

I didn't think the Akkadian Empire stretched that far back he said numbly. Yami merely shrugged.

I cannot answer that Yami said sadly. Yugi swallowed, feeling bad- this was clearly not the time to be bringing up the fact that his friend had no clue as to his origins. I can only repeat what she has said. But… she mentioned something else. Something about how our new friend's father had his soul stolen. Yami would most likely have continued but at that moment, Ron's older brother Bill suddenly burst through the door, startling them both. He seemed to blink a couple of times at noticing them.

"Um… am I interrupting something?" Bill asked but his voice was oddly light. "I was just looking for Atem or Mahad."

"Who?" Yugi asked, confused. And still feeling slightly off kilter from the last few minuets. And what had he meant about interrupting? Bill had never given any indication before that he could see Yami… but, he supposed that that didn't mean he couldn't. He was, after all, the ambassador between the wizards and Tomb Keepers- who knew what amount of knowledge had been given to him? How much they trusted him?

"Oh, haven't you…" he trailed off as Atem's door opened, revealing Master Magician, his face set in its usual blank expression.

"Hello, Bill," he said, voice giving nothing away.

"Mahad," Bill inclined his head towards the man and Yugi stared. This was Mahad? The Magician had a name? Did all the monsters have names or just those with apparent autonomy? "I was looking for Atem." There was a pause before Master Magician- Mahad apparently- bowed his head and opened the door a little more. Bill nodded and gave Yugi a brief wave. "This won't take long!" he called over his shoulder and then was gone, the door shut incredibly quickly behind him.

What was that all about? Yugi wondered. Yami merely shrugged his shoulders, seemingly just as surprised as he was, then narrowed his eyes, considering.

I'm not sure… but I suspect we'll find out soon. I was under the impression that Bill was supposed to be meeting with the Minister for Magic Yami stated. Yugi blinked.

How'd you know that?

Hm? Yami glanced over to him from where he had been eyeing the door.

That Bill was meeting with the Minister? I didn't hear anything about that. Yami opened his mouth and then abruptly shut it, looking bewildered.

I… don't know Yami admitted slowly, surprise etched into his features. It was an odd expression to see on the Pharaoh- it made him look younger, closer to Yugi's age than ever. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Yami had still been a teenager when he died. Yugi wondered how Yami might have known something like that. Did it have something to do with the meeting with Haphiri? Some inante knowledge passed on telepathically? But that seemed a bit too outlandish, magic school that they were sat in not-withstanding.

Maybe you just overheard someone talking about it? Yugi suggested. And just forgot? The Pharaoh grimaced and Yugi internally flinched- Yami took great pride in remembering everything since he and Yugi had made peace in Duellist Kingdom. After all, what else did he have to forget but the very few interactions he had with the outside world? But a lot had been going on around them recently, so it wasn't too outside the realm of believability to think that he had simply overheard something between the teachers or Tomb Keepers and just subconsciously picked up on it. Plausible, but Yami wasn't looking convinced.

Maybe he reluctantly agreed, just as Akhefia, Marik and Kaiba returned from Herbology.

Marik was not looking forward to this conversation. It would be a revelation that he wasn't entirely sure Yugi, the Pharaoh or himself would be ready for, if it was to go where he thought it would. He preferred knowing the basics and spending his time driving Malfoy up the wall. So far, a number of the Slytherins had started to think for themselves- mostly the younger years- and some among the first years had started forming their own little study groups that were made up of several different Houses. The older years however, were still as stubborn as ever and it was fun to run circles round them with Akhefia and sneaking different unpleasant substances into various pieces of clothing Malfoy owned. Needless to say, he would be writing home for a new set of dress robes.

Marik sat himself down in one of the office chairs Kaiba had requested, if only so he could keep moving despite having to be sitting. It was always fun to spin on the things and Marik wouldn't let anyone make fun of him for doing so- after all he had never had the childhood fun of spinning in an office chair before. Kaiba took the other one and Akhefia flopped into a chair nearer the fire, Diabound hissing in what appared to be a near miss of being squished. He was not a fan of the weather slowly getting colder and even Marik was a little wary of the whispers of an early snowfall, despite it being barely October. Frozen water still freaked him out a bit. Yugi had taken one of the armchairs and the Pharaoh was sat on a nearby floor cushion, looking as much like the ruler he would have been in life as ever. Kaiba appeared to be blatantly ignoring him as he seemed to do when the Spirit appeared outside of the Puzzle. The common room was silent, an odd occurrence since usually there was at least Kaiba calling someone on the phone or Akhefia shouting through one of their various duels or games. Sometimes, Atem would even join in and Marik would sometimes forget his awkwardness around the Prince.

It wasn't as if Akhefia ever treated him differently.

As if thinking about Atem had summoned him, his door suddenly opened and Bill, Atem and the Master Magician that had been introduced as Mahad appeared. Bill gravitated towards the armchairs and Atem sat in a chair next to Kaiba. Mahad merely stood in the background, somehow blending in with the wall despite wearing a completely different colour to the wall. Marik found himself feeling both awkward and intimidated at the same time. What was he supposed to say? The current Pharaoh was soulless, Atem had been attacked, Kaiba was acting weird and the Pharaoh was near running away from any interaction with Atem. Even now, he looked about three steps away from vanishing back to the Puzzle, despite the fact that everyone except Yugi appeared to be pretending they didn't see him. It was also interesting that both Atem and Kaiba were sat as far away from him as it was possible to get.

"So," Bill started, clapping his hands together. "How's everyone getting on?" Marik stared at him a moment.

"That's really what you're opening with?" he asked incredulously. Bill raised an eyebrow.

"Might as well get the official report out of the way first. Dumbledore's curious as to how you're all settling in." Marik frowned and noted that Mahad looked less than pleased in his corner. Clearly, they were not the only ones who were far from fans of the Headmaster.

"Considering we knew nothing of their world before arriving, we're getting on fine," Kaiba snapped. "Surely he can see that in his own school?" There was a note of condescension in his voice and Bill grinned. He was obviously just as aware as to how ridiculous that statement was.

"I'll be sure to tell him," he said brightly and Atem snorted into his drink. Marik wondered when he had gotten it- he hadn't walked out of his room with a drink.

"So, on to why Akhefia just robbed Umbridge of her soul?" Marik asked brightly and Yugi gaped at him. Bill blinked.

"I would have thought that one was obvious?"

"For the uninitiated," Marik said, gesturing to the others in the room. Yugi turned to stare at him, ready to jump into something, until Bill shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"Sure. As you know, I'm the ambassador between the Wizarding World and Tomb Keepers and usually too busy trying to dig these two out of trouble," Bill said, gesturing towards Atem and Akhefia- the latter merely looked pleased at being the cause of so many problems. "Akhefia technically belongs to the House of Life as a guard, but he usually works under Atem, son of Pharaoh Akhnankhamun." Even Kaiba blinked in surprise at that one, turning a moment to look at his cousin who shrugged.

"Uncle Akhnadin never really fit in. Everyone kept… watching." The way he said watching implied more as if they were waiting for something to go wrong. Marik wasn't at all sure of anything to do with Kaiba's parents, least of all his father who had apparently been a member of royalty within the Tomb Keepers, but he got the feeling that there was more to the story than just being uncomfortable with everyone expecting something of you. He wondered if that was the attitude the other Clans had towards himself and his sister.

"Right, well, anyhow the reason we're all here is because Voldemort is after the power of the Millennium Items. And the Ministry is in denial that he has actually returned hence all the… er… reports." That was one way to put it Marik supposed. Bil shifted uncomfortably for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I personally called for you all to be here because Snape may have just found some evidence that Voldemort is looking for more than just Shadow Magic." Atem sat up straighter in his chair and Akhefia let out a low hiss.

"When did he find out about this?" he asked. "Nofret didn't mention anything…"

"Last night," Bill said. "Considering her… history with the person in question, I rather doubt he would have mentioned it."

"So, he is about," Atem said flatly, voice devoid of emotion. Before Marik could ask who they were talking about, Bill gestured for them all to be quiet, face grim.

"Ok, so backstory. You may have heard that Harry defeated Voldemort fourteen years ago, however what most people don't know is that at the same time Voldemort had an ally who conveniently disappeared before we could track him down. Even Snape had no idea who it was, only the substance that he supplied Voldemort." Bill was oddly pale and Marik found himself feeling uneasy too. Whoever could get round Professor Snape was a person Marik never wanted to meet. "I only learnt who he was when working with Atem and the Tomb Keepers of Nekhen. It wasn't until recently I realised this was the same person."

"But how could they have a history with Nofret if they're still around?" Yugi asked and Marik blinked. He flushed when he realised everyone had turned to look at him. "It's just… she's dead, isn't she?" She is? Marik thought, wondering how he could have missed that. Then again, he hadn't exactly been paying too much attention to the two women who claimed relation to Atem. He had been too intimidated by one member of the royal family, let alone more.

"Yes," Bill said bluntly. "But if we're taking that approach how is the Nameless Pharaoh currently sat in this room?" Somehow both Atem and Yami flinched at the same time. It really was uncanny how similar the two were- honestly Marik wasn't sure he would be able to tell them apart of Atem dressed as him until either of them opened their mouths. Yugi stared at Bill, mouth open in surprise.

"You…?"

"Err, Yugi, I think everyone in here can," Marik said awkwardly. Yugi just continued to stare but closed his mouth, allowing Bill to continue.

"Anyway, this person is older than your friend." Bill held up a hand to waive any questions Yugi looked about to pounce on him. "We don't know how old. The most we know is that he originates somewhere in the Mediterranean. The oldest culture we can associate him with are the Minoans, Mycenaens and Akkadians, along with Egypt. And even then, he doesn't belong to any of them. We only know about that he was referred to as The Serpent King." Yami sat up at that, having apparently recovered quickly from the shock of realising that he was actually a part of this conversation.

"So, that's who you were afraid of in Diagon Alley," he observed and Marik jumped, not expecting to actually be able to hear him as well, let alone in Coptic so fluent that Marik was slightly jealous. Then again, he had never heard the Pharaoh speak in his native tongue, so it was an odd experience as well. Yugi was staring at his partner in confusion but Bill just nodded, clearly able to understand.

"Yes, he was. Well, technically he sent his followers to Diagon Alley but essentially yes he was." Marik tried to think back to that day, several weeks ago now, trying to remember if there had been anyone acting out of the norm. It was hard- everyone appeared to be strange to him- but he did vaguely remember three people in modern clothing outside the wand shop that Bill had been harassing before they left. Each had been wearing strangely unique duel disks. By the look on Kaiba's face, he wasn't the only one remembering that detail. "I don't personally know too much about him other than the fact that he's simultaneously really old and extraoridanrily hard to find. There's less evidence for him than the entire Shadow Era."

"Being around that long, he would know how to blend in," Kaiba muttered, frowning. Then, almost as if something had occurred to him, he reached for his laptop, face smoothing out for a moment. "It wouldn't be possible that he's more involved in the non-magical world than the magical one?"

"Probably," Bill admitted, watching Kaiba curiously who now had the laptop open and was typing furiously. Marik wondered what he was up to.

"Three days ago, Mokuba sent me an emergency message telling me that some strange company he'd never heard of before had been attempting to buy up our stocks. I have a program up, since people have tried that route to owning the company before." He didn't mention that that was how he had gotten control of Kaiba Corp, so it made sense that Kaiba had put up defences to stop people from ousting him the way he had Gozaburo. "It's called Paradium. And the owner of the company is completely nameless." Finally finished, Kaiba turned the laptop showing an image of a man was a strangely ageless face, long green hair and dichromatic eyes. He was dressed in a modern purple business suit and hung around his neck was a necklace formed of a large green rock with a six-pointed star inscribed in it. Something about him made the wariness Marik had been feeling increase tenfold. "This is the only image I could dig up and that involved some major hacking of his company's programming." Bill was staring at the image, face grim.

"That's him. The only other name I know him by is Dartz," Bill said, sounding alarmed. "And it seems he's out for more than just the Tomb Keepers." Marik wasn't entirely sure how to read the look that passed between Bill, Atem and Akhefia, but he got the feeling that there was more to this than they were willing to let on. And by Yugi's expression, he wasn't the only one.

So, the ending of this chapter really got to me because I didn't want it to be a complete plot dump (too early for everything to be explained), but I also needed the Yugioh gang to know about Dartz before we got too much further into the story. And then trying to keep everyone someone within character and not completely OOC was really hard for me. Coupled with being plagued by writer's block over this particular chapter, and hence it got delayed (twice). So, er, I hope it's not too disappointing. I'm not completely satisfied with it, but I'm confident in where I want to end up with all the characters by Christmas (both in and out of universe, although I think we'll reach Christmas before they do XD) and a bit after that. At the moment, I'm just trying to see where the characters take me which doesn't help when you don't have a complete plan in place.

Anyhow, poor planning skills aside, I will admit I did enjoy making Fudge sweat. he's such an incompetent politician at this point in the HP universe, completely in denial about Voldemort being back and trying with all his might to slander what anyone who's says otherwise, like Harry and Dumbledore. Which, yeah, it's fine for Dumbledore who's been through shit like that before but to a fifteen year old? That is so outrageous I'm not completely sure where to start. Double on the fact that this is an important exam year for Harry, who is still suffering from PTSD and survivor's guilt from the previous year and Voldemort's resurrection, along with suffering from having his mind invaded several nights a week and I'm amazed Harry got through the year with only the complaints that he was 'really whiney'.

As for Kaiba knowing that Dartz was attempting to buy a majority in his stocks, that part never made sense to me in the show. I mean, canonically, anime and manga, Kaiba literally gains hold of the company by buying a majority in the stocks- why would he let anyone else do so? Pegasus got away with it because Kaiba was off soul-searching in the very trippy season 1 and in season 4 he did it again to get Kaiba's attention and even then, it was noticed before he bought too much up. So how the hell did Dartz do it without just illegally stealing it all? Hm, may have just answered my own question, but even then, you'd think Kaiba would have security against that. So, I just wrote that plot hole out because to hell with that plot contrivance in the show.

So, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I shall make every effort to have it up on time on the 29th!

Fireking492: Thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the others!

Jaystarfighter: Thank you, I don't like to leave people hanging so I'm trying to stick to a proper update schedule!