lumigo akvo9504: Thanks I guess? I do try to structure things as neatly as I can.
rozielrie: Those are all interesting theories! I really like them, though I can't really say anything, what would be the fun in that?
DemiwizardVampire145 aka Demi: Well yeah, you're right. But that was only half of the name. The other half is from BNHA too, if I'm honest. Shiozaki Ibara is one of Class 1-B students. I'm a fan, can't help it.
LavanderCould: I'm gonna answer to all your comments here... kinda? Well, I'm glad you're enjoying this fic so far, this is my baby project, and it's nice to know it's appreciated. I know right? I planned the whole thing up thinking like, what would cause more drama (I'm sorry, can't help it). I love Kudos! I usually sign with Kudos when I finish the chapters hehe. I do post in AO3, my name's Patolemus as well (sorry for the spam, but you kinda asked for it, so I don't know if it's allowed...). Don't worry about the author's note, this story's got a long road before being finished. But you really think I should put all this notes? I know most people don't even read them hahahahaha. THANK YOU! It was really hard for me to decide the pairings, I evaluated everything. I actually only knew for sure that Nagisa and Mitsukuni were a thing, but the rest I had to think really hard. And Kaoru and Reiko? I'm in love with them, but I figured that out moments before I started writing it. That's the level of random it has. Don't worry for grammar, god knows I'm awful with that when I'm tired too. (And now I'm actually gonna answer your review on last chapter hehehe). What can I say? I love cliffhangers if I know how's it gonna be next hahaha. Yeah, I've been wanting to introduce that for a while now, and I'm gad you like it! I'll be developing that during the next chapters ;). I do tend to mix past feelings with present ones, hence my writing style. Well, you got me there, open questions, angsty end statements, and cliffhangers are just my speciality, really hahahahaha. You're not wrong, something big's coming up, and things are going to get WILD. Thank's for following this, I really appreciate it!
Lillar101: Why thanks! Glad to have you exited! I'm sorry I'm taking my time, but LIFE! Who knew it could be this hard... it's a mix between a small writer's block, total lack of time for anything, and the fact that my country just like, exploded a week ago hehe, that was crazy. Well, I hope you like this chapter too!
SleepyPuppy: Aaaaaaawwww thank you! You honestly just made my day :). Here's the chapter you were asking for, sorry I'm late hehe. Well, I have one... sorta. I mean, they told me they would proofread it, but after the first chapter they just... vanished? Yeah, pretty much. I'm planning on doing it myself when I find the time, probably during summer break, which is only a month away, so... yeah.
When Mitsukuni got the call he was in the middle of a very important science class. That minded little to nothing to him when he didn't even grab his things before sprinting out of the school. He didn't tell Takashi what was going on either.
He was told Nagisa was already at the Ministry of Defense, so walking was not an option. But his driver would take too long to get to the school.
Mitsukuni then did something he had never done before: he took a cab. His father would probably murder him if he knew, and his mother would definitely have a heart attack, but Mitsukuni was a desperate man, and as such he was willing to do desperate things.
It didn't matter to him what he had to do. He needed to get to Nagisa. He had to make sure she was safe, that she was there. After Karasuma had debriefed him on Nagisa's mission, Mitsukuni had been unable to sleep. Nightmares kept him awake every night, haunting him with different scenarios, different places, but always the same outcome: Nagisa's dead body laying on the floor, dead blue eyes staring at him as blood dripped from her body. Sometimes it was her heart, sometimes her head, her neck, her stomach. It didn't matter. Mitsukuni couldn't do anything either way. He was just a useless observant, unable to move, unable to help her. And every night he would wake up, covered in sweat, tears falling from his eyes.
He suspected his family knew something was wrong, but they didn't pray. That was something Mitsukuni still couldn't decide whether was a good thing or not. He felt lonely, but he also didn't want to worry anyone more than they already were, and that was besides Nagisa's secret.
'But there is someone who already knew.' the thought struck him like a lightning. 'He knew from the start, and he lied to you. They both did.' Mitsukuni shut his eyes close, trying to get rid of those thoughts.
And even then, a small part of himself kept bothering him, maliciously whispering those things inside his head.
When he got to the Ministry's building, he didn't waste time when he payed the cab, and then hurriedly entered the building. He scanned his ID by the receptionist's desk faster than ever, and soon he was inside the elevator, once again using his ID to get into the restricted floors.
Even though the rational part of himself knew she was fine—they would have told him it that hadn't been the case—, the bigger part of his being was screaming and tarnishing everything out of pure desperation, needing to know that Nagisa was fine, that she was alive.
So it wasn't surprising that every single pair of eyes in the meeting room turned to look at him when he slammed the door open, breathing unevenly and looking like a dead man walking. Pretty much how he felt, anyways.
But Mitsukuni didn't care about how dishevelled he must have looked that moment. No, his mind was far away from that. The moment his gaze caught sight of those blue eyes, Mitsukuni's world stopped spinning.
She was there. She was back in Japan. She was in the same room he was.
Nagisa was really back.
After his brain managed to process that information, Mitsukuni looked at her. She looked tired, with bags under her beautiful eyes, her pale skin without its usual glow, and her hair tangled in various knots. She was holding a mug of what smelled like coffee, and Mitsukuni couldn't help but to agree with that decision. He may prefer tea any day—coffee was sour and he didn't like it—, but his girlfriend definitely loomed like she needed caffeine.
"Mitsukuni..." her voice sounder as sweet as ever, and it washed over him like a magic balm. Immediately, Mitsukuni felt how his muscles became less tense, and before he knew it he was closing the distance between the both of them.
When his arms were finally wrapped around Nagisa, something inside Mitsukuni just went quiet, feeling in peace after months of not doing so. All the worries, and the sleepless nights, it all vanished the moment Mitsukuni touched Nagisa, making sure she was there, that she was alive and in one piece, that it wasn't his mind playing with him.
"I missed you... I missed you so much." Mitsukuni heard Nagisa say, and she sounded so relieved, like things were right again. Mitsukuni inhaled sharply, pulling her closer to himself, taking advantage of his unusual tallness to rest his chin on Nagisa's head.
"I was so worried when Karasuma-san told me you had stopped giving him updates on your status. I thought something had happened to you." he breathed out like he was out of air, almost chocking. "I'm so glad you're alright."
"Don't worry. I'm home." and Mitsukuni let himself forget about all the secrets for a moment, he let himself enjoy the warm feeling in his chest for a while. He would have to face Nagisa sooner or later, but for now... for now he would be just grateful that she was there with him.
"Nagisa! You're back!" as soon as the bluenette laid foot inside the Music Room #3, she was tackled in a a hug from Tamaki. Not that she wasn't expecting it, but it still hurt when her back collided against the marble floor.
"It's good to see you too, Tamaki." he didn't seem to listen, and didn't react to the pats on the back she gave him, so Nagisa decided to be blunt. "You're crushing me, Tamaki... let go. Now." the blond was fast to untangle himself from her after that, too much aware of what could happen if he didn't listen.
"It's so good to see you again! Honey-senpai wouldn't tell us where you went, just that it was a family matter." whined Tamaki, dragging his blue haired friend with him so they could sit down on of the many couched the room had. "Is everything alright? We've all been quite worried about that. Is you family having some kind of troubles?"
"Oh, no, don't worry about it... I'll tell you guys later. Now I just wanna catch up with you all before opening. It has been two months since we last saw each other after all." she smiled, just in time for the rest of the Host Club to show up.
The hugs didn't take too much to appear, nor did the occasional tear—though, Kyoya would forever deny the existence of such. Everyone was happy to see the blue haired girl. Haruhi was mostly relieved. She would finally have her best friend back! There was so much she needed to tell her. And while yes, her father was always a choice, Haruhi knew he would react in his usual dramatic self, he would try to buy her some more dresses, teach her how to use makeup, and possibly even going as far as to give her the talk.
Yeah, Haruhi didn't think so. That was one conversation she wasn't planning on having anytime soon. Or never. Yeah, never sounded great.
But besides her—strangely existing—love life, there was another reason why Haruhi was glad her friend was back. Of course, Haruhi couldn't know for sure, but by how Honey-senpai had been acting since Nagisa left, Haruhi could pick up the general idea: the blue haired girl was not as safe as she should have been, whether it was by choice or not. Haruhi wasn't one to pry into other's business —those were other's for a reason, a s she had to remember her friends constantly—, but even she had the itching need to know her first female friend was alright.
But she could wait until after Club Hours. And maybe she could wait until after the others were satisfied. Haruhi knew Nagisa didn't need any of them panicking about her whereabouts more than they already had.
'Yeah, no one would want another of Kyoya-senpai's attacks ever happening...' now that had been an interesting development to say the least. Haruhi had been really impressed that day. Who knew Kyoya-senpai could loose his shit like that?
The doors opening, signaling the start of yet another Host Club evening, brought Haruhi back to the real world, and she immediately followed her friends actions and placed a smile on her face, welcoming their guests.
As soon as they saw Nagisa, the girls started squeaking in delight, because their host was finally back, and where was Nagisa-kun, they asked. Every time the question was thrown at the blue haired girl, she would expertly brush it aside, saying she was away because of family matter, but without telling any of the guests where that was. It probably wasn't intentional, Haruhi guessed, but that only made things more concerning. Why would Nagisa avoid telling anyone so naturally?
That was just another one of the thousand questions Haruhi wanted to ask her friend about. But that would have to wait, because now they had guests to entertain, and a host never disappointed.
As if she had never left in the first place, the moment Club Hours were over, Nagisa started picking up the empty cups, not minding the meaningful stares she was being given at the moment.
They all watched in awed—because how could she just brush their stares off so nonchalantly?—as Nagisa went around the room, picking up the used teapots and plates, even going as far as to hum. Nagisa never hummed, she was too quiet for that.
(Truly, it was only Nagisa being used to making as little noise as she could, because it could either trigger her mother's anger, or blow up an assassination attempt. But they didn't need to know that, did they now?).
The only one not looking agape by her behaviour was Mitsukuni, who already knew what his girlfriend was doing. Smart, but it bugged him a bit. Well, there was nothing he could do. Mitsukuni wouldn't be voicing she was an assassin who took part on the Assassination Classroom Project either. So he just sat there, finishing his last piece of cake for the time being, just keeping an eye on Nagisa.
'She's here. She's not going anywhere.' he still needed to remind himself of that.
So caught up the girl was in her work—an apparently not so obvious attempt to delay the questioning that was sure to come—, she didn't notice her phone going off as a message appeared on the screen. The others, though, certainly did, and were fast to pick the phone up to see what the message said.
Nosy? How dare you call them that?! They were just... intrigued about Nagisa.
It was a text from Karma, as usual. He was normally the one who bothered the blue haired girl the most out of all her middle school friends.
Semi-chuuni: Hey, we'll be waiting for you at my house. Remember to bring a swimsuit if you don't want another Bitch-sensei on you
Semi-chuuni: Hello, this is Rio speaking. You gotta bring you bf, because if you don't we'll pull a Bitch-sensei on you even if you do bring a swimsuit. Can't believe you were away for you birthday... can believe you didn't tell them though
Semi-chuuni: Anyways, Karma's trying to get his phone back. Talk to ya later, bye!
Semi-chuuni: I like Rio's idea. Don't bother with the swimsuit, we're going with Bitch-sensei anyways. And yeah, bring your man, kinda missed his bubbly presence
Semi-chuuni: Don't tell Shuu I told you that
And that was it. Despite that being an overly weird conversation—what in the name of Kami was a Bitch-sensei?—the hosts got the main idea.
"Nagisa..." the blue haired girl directed her gaze at Tamaki, the one who had talked. "Why didn't you tell us about your birthday?"
Immediately Nagisa went withe. Oh she was screwed now, wasn't she? And how had they figured that out anyways?
"Because you weren't supposed to know?" she said carefully, already making her escape plans.
"How so?" this time Mitsukuni decided to interfere. He wasn't aware of that little detail either, as his girlfriend had apparently failed to inform him about it.
"Uh... well, you see... I was gonna tell you guys, but then I was gone, and I didn't really think it was that big of a deal, and..." Nagisa suddenly took off, running towards the entrance like a her life depended on it. In a way, it did.
"Get back here, you coward!" yelled the twins, as they all started chasing her.
Only Haruhi noticed, more or less half an hour later—and no, they didn't catch Nagisa in the end, that damn girl sure was fast and sneaky—, that her blue haired friend had avoided telling any of them what had she been doing for the past two months.
Three days later, Nagisa thought she was off the hook. Everything had started to fall back into its usual rhythm, only a few giggles and concerned questions thrown here and there over the hallways. The Host Club was as extravagant as ever, as were their members. Only that week, the blue haired girl had been forced to wear two different customs for opening hours.
The questions had stopped. The more personal ones, the ones only her close friends dared to ask. Of course, they wouldn't be her friends if they didn't persist on it, but they had subdued after two days of deflecting and vagueness. Nagisa had promised to tell them soon, so they weren't going to pry, as it may scare her off.
The hosts were still worried though. They could see something on Nagisa's face had changed. Not really noticeable for most, but they weren't her friends for nothing. She looked more tired, though it seemed to be more of a mental tiredness than physical.
That was the reason why, in the middle of their lunch break, Tamaki had ordered the twins to kidnap Nagisa and take her to the Music Room #3. They were going to talk to their friend and see what the hell was wrong, privacy be damned. What was that anyways?
"Sorry, I tried to stop them." said Haruhi when Nagisa shot her a questioning look.
"What's gotten into you guys? You don't need to drag me here! If you wanted information, you could have just, I don't know, ask maybe?" Nagisa huffed as she straightened out her uniform, blowing away a strand of her blue hair of of her eyes.
"Oh..."
"Yes. Oh." Nagisa rolled her eyes, sitting down on one of the couches as she sighed. "Alright, shoot. What do you wanna know?"
"Where were you?" was Kyoya's immediate question. He didn't even bother to hide the eagerness in his voice tone.
"I already told you, I was dealing with some family matters." but Nagisa knew they didn't buy it. Alright, so that was how this was going to go. Sighting, she said. "OK, I'll tell you. Just... don't say anything until I'm done."
Mitsukuni flashed her a quizzical gaze for confirmation, and Nagisa nodded. So she was going to tell them, finally?
"I guess it started when my dad left. Up until then, things were a little bit easier for me because her attention was divided into two people. But when he decided he had had too much, she started focusing solely on me." besides Mitsukuni, none of her friends knew who 'she' was, but they had a disturbing idea of who could it be. "That was when I was ten years old. I... well, she was a bit harsh, really strict on what I could eat and do, and how I had my hair and wardrobe. She had this... this mood swings all the time, where she would go from being all sweet to turning into a controlling demon. I didn't picked up on the symptoms until I was twelve. We were studying mental illnesses at school, and when I saw what typically defined a BPD case, I knew it." Nagisa smiled, trying hard to keep her tears inside of her. "My mother has a serious case of Borderline Personality Disorder. You probably know what that is, Kyoya."
The Ootori heir just nodded stiffly, still processing what his friend was saying.
"I didn't tell anyone, because I knew they would take her away, and she was everything I had, you know? So I told myself 'hey, what about I take care of her?'. It only backfired, because she grew used to me always being obeyed, so when I had a rebellious phase, as she called it when I wanted to do things I liked, it got bad. That's why I live alone now. The Ministry of Defense, as a part of my job offer, pays for my tuition and my apartment, while I live with the payment I get for working there." the blue haired girl then stopped, deciding if it was OK for them to know, but then she told herself 'screw it'. They were her friends. They had the right to know. "A few months ago, my mother was admitted into a mental hospital to treat her BPD. This time I was gone I was visiting my father to tell him what had happened, while I, uh... finished some paperwork for her admittance. She can't leave the hospital's premises as of now, but the doctors say she's got a good chance of getting a lot better if she follows the procedure." Nagisa then cleared her throat, looking down. She didn't know how her friends would react.
"What were her symptoms?" Kyoya's voice got out cold and emotionless, but his eyes said otherwise. Normally he could conceal his feelings from others, and when that didn't work, his glasses were a huge help.
Now though, his eyes revealed everything that was coming through his mind, for the world to see.
"Mood swings, as I said. She, uh, she was always talking about me abandoning her, she was afraid I would leave, which I guess she had the right to feel that way... all her attempts on a relationship failed, even with my dad, because while the relationships were too intense, they also were unstable. She has a very impulsive and rash behaviour. She once tried to force me to burn my classroom because I wouldn't transfer classes." Nagisa swallowed hard, trying to dissolve the knot that had formed in his throat.
Silence. And then.
"She fucking what?" Tamaki, puppy dog eyes Tamaki, had swore, and he was mad. "You are telling me, that your mother of all people, tried to force you to burn down your classroom because of a temper tantrum?" he was visibly shaking, and his anger was almost palpable.
"I mean... I guess? I never thought of it like that, but..." when she stopped to analyse it, she realised Tamaki was right.
"You never told me that, Nagisa." Mitsukuni looked worried, and was already making mental notes to talk to the hospital Hiromi was at. It seemed they would have to rethink their approach for her treatment.
"It never came out. I didn't think it was important. Nothing happened, and... you know who, helped me prevent anything from happening." she said, making a sign with his eyes for Mitsukuni to understand just exactly who you know who was.
"Alright. But next time something like that happens, whatever the reason, tell me, 'kay? You know I worry for you, Nagisa." he answered in a low tone, pulling his girlfriend closer to him. It had been almost a week now, but Mitsukuni still needed the contact to make sure she was really there with him.
"Why didn't you tell us before?" Hikaru looked and sounded hurt, and Nagisa could understand why. He felt betrayed, that she hadn't trusted the with that secret.
'If only you knew, Hikaru... the secrets about my home life are just the tip of a huge ice berg.' Nagisa thought as she tried to formulate a good answer.
"I guess I was scared." she finally said, a sad smile dancing slowly on her lips. "You are the first ones I've told the whole story. Most people know because they saw it first hand, or figured everything out themselves, so I just had to fill in the gaps. And they all knew about it, because my friends and mentors are the closest thing I have to a family." everyone noticed how Nagisa left her father out of that picture "I guess... you guys were my first friends outside of that family and... I don't know, I didn't want you to think differently of me because of it." Nagisa shrugged, playing it off as nonchalantly. "I started seeing a therapist a while ago now, and things are getting better. She was the one to help me realise I could tell you this. You are my friends, and you deserve to know who you're spending your time and your lives with." the blue haired girl's smile wasn't as sad now, and it was a lot more genuine than before.
For a moment, the room stayed silent, Mitsukuni squeezing Nagisa's hand reassuringly. Then surprisingly Takashi stood up and walked closer to the girl. He then gave the blue haired girl a hug, earning a gasp of surprise from his friends, a smile from his cousin, and a small, watery smile from Nagisa herself.
And just like that, Nagisa realised it would be OK. Everything would work out, because her friends, all of them, had her back. And that, she decided, was all that really mattered to her.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Nagisa asked as she watched Haruhi fidget on her sit. She had an inkling suspicion of what it may be, but she wanted Haruhi to tell her herself in case she was wrong and the past two months hadn't done anything.
'Oh, I should check on Kyoya later, too. See if something has happened between him and Tamaki...' she made a mental note on that before going back to listening to Haruhi.
"Well, I have a feeling you already know this, because you always seem to know about these stuff before anyone else, but... I think I have a crush on Mori-senpai." Nagisa stared at Haruhi as a blush spread across her cheeks. She was just so adorable!
"Fucking finally! I was starting to believe you would never notice, in which case I would have had to intervene. But I'm glad you realized it without my help!" Haruhi wasn't sure what scared her more, the fact that Nagisa really knew before her, or what she said about intervening.
"I don't really think that's necessary, Nagisa!" the first year hurriedly said, not wanting to test her theory of what could happen if the blue haired girl decided her cupid services were requerid.
"I guess you are right... well, what are you waiting for, tell me everything!" if Nagisa sounded a little bit too eager to get the story, Haruhi didn't mention it.
And tell her she did. Haruhi had gone through a series of revelations during those two months where Nagisa had been absent. The disappearance of the blue haired girl had created a sort of void inside all of them, specially in Honey-senpai and Kyoya-senpai, who spent the most time with her out of all the Host Club members. But right next to them, there was Mori-senpai. And Haruhi, somehow, ended up trying to fill that void inside his chest. She knew she would never fully succeed, because Nagisa and her were different people, but she tried. And somewhere along the way... Mori-senpai managed to make himself a space on her own heart.
"And then I realize I... had a crush on him? I think that's what it is, but I'm not sure." finished Haruhi, a light blush appearing on her cheeks.
Nagisa looked at her friend for a second, analyzing what she had just said to her. The blue haired girl had seen it coming, of course, it was freaking obvious. But Haruhi seemed a lot more aware of her feelings than Nagisa thought she would be. Now she only needed to make sure Mori was on the same page. There was no need for a broken heart now, was there?
In the end, the hosts ended up making their own birthday party for her either way. Nagisa didn't have a chance to stop them. They just appeared one day at her apartment after school was over and dragged her back to the Music Room #3, where everyone was waiting for her. All her chances of saying no went away when she saw her costumers.
Damn those rich bastards and their uncharacteristically careful planning.
'You mean Kyoya's planning then?' yes, she most certainly did.
That was how she found herself in a corner of the room, talking with her boyfriend. He had walked to her and asked if they could talk. She said yes, and now they were there.
"So? What did you want to talk to me about? If everything alright?" she asked when the minutes passed and Mitsukuni didn't say anything.
"That was a good lie that you said the other day. Would have believed it if I didn't know the truth." he said, referring to the time where she had lied to their friends about her whereabouts during her two-month disappearance.
Nagisa gave him smiled a bitter sweet smile. She then looked around the room, watching her friends having fun.
"You know why I couldn't tell them. Just look at them. They're all so carefree, even with all their family problems. I can't burden them with my secrets." Nagisa said, and Mitsukuni looked back at her. He wanted to hug her, he wanted to hold her so badly... but there was something he needed to do first. Then, if everything went as he planned... then he would give her the hug she needed.
Even though what she told them was very similar to what she had told him a while ago.
'No, stop thinking like that. That's not important right now.'
"I know. That's not what I wanted to talk about, Nagisa." he said, his voice low and uncharacteristically serious.
"Huh? What is it?" she looked genuinely confused, expectancy in her eyes.
Mitsukuni looked at his girlfriend for a moment, steeling his nerves for what he was about to do.
"Back then when I found out you were an assassin, I asked you if there were any more secrets you were keeping from me. You said no." Nagisa, who was staring at somewhere in the room, tensed immediately, her eyes fixating on the polished marble floor. "Where you lying to me?" he would give her one change. Only one more.
Nagisa's breath hitched. She couldn't breath, she couldn't move, she couldn't think. The only thought in her mind was 'he found out, he found out, he found out, how did he find out?'
Every single noise in the room stopped. All she could hear was a sharp beep that invaded her head.
When Nagisa didn't say anything. Mitsukuni shakily let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
"I know everything, Nagisa, they told me everything." he told her, and Nagisa didn't—couldn't—move. "Why didn't you tell me you had a deal with my father, with my family? Why couldn't you just trust me?" and Nagisa still couldn't move. Mitsukuni sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. I get it."
The blond senior started walking back to the party, his usual smile still out of his face. But before he went, he turned around to say one last thing.
"I think we should take some time off." at that, Nagisa's head finally shot up, her eyes wide and surprised, fear spilling all over her expression. Mitsukuni looked at her, and he almost took back his words. But he couldn't. "I'll see you around, Nagisa. Goodbye."
And as he turned around once more, Nagisa couldn't see the single tear that escaped Mitsukuni's eyes. Just like he couldn't see the moment she finally broke.
I'm sorry. I mean, I really am, for various reasons.
First of all, I'm sorry I took so long for this chapter. I was having (and I kinda still have) a writers block, and just couldn't think of how the hell I would follow this chapter, and the story as a whole. I mean, I know where I want it to finish it, but I'm reading the manga as I go, so planning ahead is a little difficult. I can only plan the external, non-canon story, and even that needs to be a little bit vague so I can adapt it to the original plot. As most of you know, the anime just shows a tiny bit of the manga, so there's tons of information I'm missing. That being said, I'm trying my best, and even though it will take me a while, I'll have the next chapters done.
I'm sorry about the ending too. I cried when I wrote it, if it makes anybody feel better (?. But it had to be done, they were doing to good. And if everybody thinks Mitsukuni's reaction was exaggerated, think about it this way: in Japan, family is like the most important thing in the world. So it is completely understandable that Mitsukuni feels betrayed, because for one part, he thinks Nagisa (one of the persons he trusts the most) doesn't trust him back (which is kinda true, btw). For the other part, there's the fact that Nagisa basically made a deal with his family behind his back. That's a low blow.
Anyways, tell me your thoughts. Did you like the chapter?
Again, sorry for the wait, I know it took me almost two months to update and I hope it doesn't happen again (though, it may, so don't hate me please).
See you next chapter. Kudos!
Patolemus