The It Couple
Chapter Fifty-One
"Morning, sunshine," Miroku said, waggling his eyebrows at Kagome as she yawned and stumbled into the kitchen, her hair an even wilder mess than it had been last night. But then again, Miroku knew the reason for that, now didn't he? "Sleep well?"
She sent him a pointed glare as she took her turn at the coffeemaker, though she seemed to be trying not to smile. "Just fine," she said, her voice still a little muted from sleep, "No thanks to you sending a certain stumbling idiot my way when I was right in the middle of some much-needed slumber."
"Hey," Miroku threw up the hand that wasn't wrapped around his coffee mug, "In my defense, he was driving me crazy. I had to get rid of him somehow. So thanks for that, darlin, I owe you one. Though I can't see it inconvenienced you too badly."
Kagome rolled her eyes and groaned as she stretched her arms skyward with another long yawn. "Shut up, Miroku."
"Here," he said, "I ordered breakfast." He opened a brown paper delivery bag and took out a croissant, then tossed it to her. She caught it one-handed, giving him a silent salute of thanks, and took a seat in the breakfast nook, still clearly trying to wake herself up as she sipped her coffee.
Miroku sat across from her, scrolling through his phone. "Did Inuyasha happen to tell you what Kikyou did when he ever-so-elegantly rejected her?"
Kagome looked up, her mouth full of croissant. "He said she stormed off in the rain. That it was epic." A small satisfied smile crept onto her face, one she looked a little ashamed of despite herself. Same old Kagome. A purple streak in the hair and a tattoo on the arm, but a big softy underneath it all.
"Well, that happened," Miroku said, his voice growing a little quieter and more solemn, "But that ain't all. Sango went by your old house last night after the awards and found your sister, shall we say, rearranging all the stuff in your room. Your books and records and movies. Your posters. Whatever else."
Kagome's smile faded, and the look on her face was pure hurt. She turned in her chair to gaze out the window. "She's out for blood, huh?" The tone of her voice said she was not surprised, but rather just resigned and disappointed.
"Sango had to stop her from unfollowing both of you on Instagram last night. That would have been interesting headlines to wake up to this morning. So far, all I found is a little Buzzfeed blurb, but who gives a shit about Buzzfeed anyways. Sango already issued a statement that Kikyou's phone was hacked, so it shouldn't be much of an issue as long as we don't draw attention to it."
Kagome's hands went to her temples and she sighed. "Did you have to tell me all of this when I'm still on my first cup of coffee?" she joked, smiling weakly.
"Just thought I'd let you know what you're walking back into, kid." Miroku took a bite of a danish pastry.
"Thanks," she said, turning back around in her seat and returning to her coffee, "It's just stuff, right? I can always get more stuff."
Miroku knew how long that collection of 'stuff' had taken Kagome to collect over the years, and his heart ached for her.
"I haven't told Inuyasha about it," he said softly, "I left that up to you."
"Don't bother. Like I said, it's just stuff. I don't need him getting all up in arms over it. I'd rather just take the loss and move on." Kagome
The guest bedroom door opened again, and out stepped Inuyasha, still struggling with the buttons of his flannel shirt and looking just as tired as everyone else in the room.
"Morning, Walk-of-Shame," Miroku said, "We've got coffee and breakfast here."
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at the new nickname, but his expression softened as he put his hands on Kagome's shoulders from behind and leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek. She blushed a pretty pink and gave a small smile, reaching up to tweak his ear once before returning her attention to her coffee.
"You okay?" Inuyasha immediately noted Kagome's muted state and glanced from her to Miroku suspiciously, as if to ask what Miroku had done to her. So very suspicious of little old me. When have I ever done anything shady like that?
"I'm fine," Kagome said, taking a deep breath and seeming to shake herself out of it, turning to Inuyasha with that trademark Kagome grin. "You look a hot mess, jerkface. Your buttons are done up wrong." She pulled him to her by the lapels of the shirt and started to fix it for him.
He shrugged, smiling down at her as he bent awkwardly to help her reach. "Hey, give me a break," he grumbled playfully, "I'm tired."
"You're tired?" Kagome snarked, "Try getting off an international flight and having everyone in the world determined to fuck up your peaceful sleep schedule."
"I refuse to apologize," Inuyasha said.
"There, you're all set," Kagome said, fixing the last askew button before dragging him down a little further for a kiss.
"I guess you two are all squared away, then," Miroku said dryly into his half-empty mug, "Congratulations, you crazy kids. I wish you all the luck in the world. By the way, if your firstborn is a boy, Miroku would be a hell of a good name. Just saying."
Kagome choked on her gulp of coffee, her face turning dark pink. Inuyasha tried to give Miroku a stern look, but seemed to be a little dazed at the mention of children.
"Wait," Inuyasha said, snapping out of it and looking at Miroku questioningly, "Where's-"
"Morning, all," Sango said, striding into the room, still wearing her clothes from the night before and trying to be coy about it. Poor thing. Nothing to be embarrassed over, babe. We're all adults here, aren't we?
"Sango!" Kagome said brightly, standing up to give Sango a hug, "Good to see you!"
Sango looked surprised at the enthusiasm, but the surprise gave in to a warm smile of gratitude as she returned the hug. "Likewise," Sango said softly, "We missed your face around here!"
"It was awfully quiet, wasn't it?" Inuyasha said from the coffeemaker.
Kagome turned with a smirk and pegged a cloth napkin at the back of his head, then turned back to Sango. "I really can't thank you enough for letting me go," she said, her two hands holding one of Sango's, "It was definitely what the doctor ordered. And now I'm back, and you won't hear another peep out of me for the rest of awards season, I promise."
Sango smiled, sending a glance Miroku's way. He winked at her and she blushed.
Suddenly Kagome was gasping with realization. "Oh wait!" she exclaimed, "You're all here at once. I brought you all presents from Amsterdam! Hold on, I'll get them."
She scrambled off to the guest room, and there was a sound of her rifling through bags. Sango just chuckled to herself as she took the mug of coffee Inuyasha offered her when he reappeared from the kitchen.
Miroku motioned her into the chair next to him, giving her a peck on the cheek that made her blush again.
It was Inuyasha's turn to give the knowing look and the raised eyebrow. "You're one to talk, Miroku," he said slyly, "You gonna name your firstborn after one of us?"
"Definitely not after you, Takahashi," Miroku said smoothly, as Sango looked like she wanted to slide under the tablecloth, "Wouldn't want the kid to be an idiot. That name is cursed, I tell you."
They exchanged a smile as Kagome reappeared with several bags of gifts. Inuyasha sprang to help her before they fell and scattered all over the room.
"Are these all for the three of us?" Sango said, obviously shocked.
"Mostly. Yeah, yeah, okay, I got a little carried away," Kagome said, waving her off, "but I kept picking stuff out, and then I'd see something else that would have worked too, so I just got it all!"
"Responsible spending habits," Miroku said.
"You can shut your mouth," Kagome said grumpily, "I was on vacation. You're supposed to be a reckless idiot on vacation. Anyways, here we go."
She fumbled in the first bag and took out a pair of designer shoes, then peered into the rest of the bag. "Yep, this one is Sango's," she said matter-of-factly, handing it to Inuyasha to pass down the table, "Unless you want the Louboutins, Miroku. They'd look great on you."
"Hey," Miroku said, smirking, "Careful what you wish for, smartass."
"Thank you, Kagome," Sango said, looking in the bag and genuinely seeming ready to cry, "Really. We don't deserve you."
"Oh, stop it," Kagome said, waving her off again, her face set in concentration as she searched the next bag and pulled out a black tee shirt, "This one'll be yours, jerkface."
"A Clutch shirt? Oh, you wonderful woman." Inuyasha held it up, grinned, and immediately started taking off the button-up that had given him so much trouble that morning. "This is great!"
"I also got you an autographed copy of their latest album," Kagome said, "It's in here somewhere."
Inuyasha, looking lovestruck and dazed, paused to plant a kiss on her mouth before getting the last of the flannel shirt off.
"Oh, for the love of - " Miroku grumbled, "Eat a carb once in a while! You're making the rest of us look bad."
"He does eat carbs," Kagome said, her eyes looking a little dreamy, "He eats whatever he wants. Doesn't it just make you sick?"
Sango laughed as she kept perusing her bag of gifts. Miroku squeezed her knee under the table.
"And here's Miroku's," Kagome stood up and walked the bag over to him. He reached out to take it and she put a small hand over his. "I just want you to know," she said, the beginnings of tears in her eyes, "I couldn't have made it through the last few months without you. I really mean that."
"Oh stop it, you're gonna make me blush." Miroku seized Kagome around the shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. "Love you, you dork."
"Love you too," Kagome said with a smile.
"What is this?" Inuyasha smirked, the black tee shirt now over his head and covering those absolutely ridiculous abs, "Miroku, you trying to steal my girl? You've got your own right here! Sango, guess we'll have to run away together."
"As long as I don't have to sign a pre-nup," Sango deadpanned as she tried on her new shoes, "I want alimony for the rest of my life."
Kagome's face flushed fifty shades of red at being called Inuyasha's girl, and Miroku winked and reached up to ruffle her messy hair.
"Whaddaya think?" Inuyasha held his arms out and spun around once to show off the shirt he was so obviously proud of, "How's it look?"
Kagome walked three steps up to him and almost tackled him to the ground with another kiss.
"Since everyone's doing it," Miroku said with a shrug, pulling Sango's chair closer and catching her as she wobbled into him, clearly trying to avoid dragging her brand new expensive shoes along the floor.
"Sorry about all this," Sango said to Kagome in the car as they pulled into the studio lot, "You have to check in with Warner so he feels like he's still in the loop. If the man feels his ironclad control slipping, he pitches a fit and I have to hear about it. I promise this won't take long."
"It's okay," Kagome said, stretching her arms out in front of her in an attempt to crack her back. She really didn't feel awake yet, but it was well into the morning hours, so she knew she should probably just suck it up and deal with the time zone adjustment. "I really don't mind. You jumped through a lot of hoops to help me, so this is the least I can do."
They took the elevator up to Warner's office.
"Sango, sweetheart, you look ravishing today!" Warner stood up from his desk and motioned them inside. "And here's our little Kagome, the prodigal sister returning! How was your trip to Amsterdam?"
"Wonderful, thank you," Kagome said with the necessary courtesy, taking a seat in the chair she was beckoned into.
"I was following all your coverage on Instagram closely," Warner said, "You really do have an amazing eye."
"Thanks," she said again, as a secretary walked into the room.
"Can I get you both anything to drink? Sango, a water as usual, I'm sure?" He smirked at Sango, who was helping herself into the chair on Kagome's left.
"Thank you, yes," Sango said quietly.
Warner chuckled, nodding. "I can never get this girl to accept anything a little stronger. She's a tough nut to crack, isn't she?" He turned his gaze back to Kagome expectantly. "What about you, Kagome dear, will you have a little nip of vodka soda? Or beer? I understand that's your preference, correct?"
"Nothing for me, thank you."
Warner's smile slipped a little. Kagome felt very self-conscious all of a sudden. Was that a mistake? Should I have just taken something when he offered?
She glanced sideways at Sango, who could only give her a slight reassuring nod, so brief that Kagome was sure only she had caught it. Sango was good. She was a lot of other things, but she was good at this game.
"So, Kagome," Warner took a seat behind his desk, folding his hands on the tabletop. "You realize what a favor I did you, letting you go off in the middle of awards season to fulfill your prior engagement? Just when the press was starting to fall in love with you and your...quirky personality."
The smile he gave her was not warm nor comforting, but Kagome acted as if it were. "I do realize," she said, "and I'm very grateful. I've already booked three future shoots from my work in Amsterdam alone." Should I have told him that?
Warner hesitated, then smiled even wider. "Good for you," he said, holding his glass of whatever-the-hell-it-was up in a brief toast, then taking a sip.
He turned to Sango conspiratorially. "I love this," he said, as if Kagome wasn't in the room, "She's such a self-driven girl, isn't she? A breath of fresh air. Does nothing but make Kikyou look good. A big sister who's encouraged her baby sister to follow her dreams and be herself. It's brilliant."
Sango could only nod weakly, as Kagome fought the urge to stand up for herself but squashed it down.
Warner continued. "I hope these bookings aren't within the remainder of the Oscar season?" He raised an eyebrow expectantly.
What, do you think I'm an idiot? Of course they aren't. Kagome swallowed and said, "No, they're scheduled for well afterward. Don't worry."
"Perfect," Warner said, "That means my plans for you can go unspoiled."
Why do I feel like the girl in King Kong, strapped to a sacrificial altar?
"Nothing crazy," Warner said reassuringly, "I just want to utilize your skills as a photographer. You'll be paid on top of what your contract guarantees, dear."
"Okay…?" Kagome said, feeling very confused. She glanced again at Sango, who looked as bewildered as she did. Normally she wouldn't have put much stock into how innocent or not Sango was acting, seeing as the girl had proven herself to be able to put on the right face at the right time, but still…
"Before the Golden Globes," Warner said, clearly excited to relay his plan, "You're going to twenty different stars' houses and taking intimate, personal portraits in their dressing rooms. On their own turf, getting ready for a big Hollywood night out. All the glamour, but in a close-up, friendlike way. Give the public a window into the life of a superstar.
"It'll be a long, hard day for you, I'm sure, but well worth it. A big amount of publicity for the Globes, and for a big chunk of Sunrise's loyal contractees. They'll run in Entertainment Weekly..."
"...with my name attached," Kagome finished for him.
Warner blinked. "Well, of course with your name attached! Make me proud, Kagome, and I'll offer you an even better contract at the end of this one. More money than you've ever dreamed of, just to take photos when I need you."
"And then I'm still going to the Globes? After all that?"
Warner laughed. "What kind of question is that? Of course you're going to the Globes! In fact, I was going to suggest that you be Miss Golden Globe this year and help hand out all the trophies, but I guess Spielberg already butted in and it's going to be one of his nieces. Early bird with the worm, unfortunately."
Kagome felt a little faint. But Sango seemed to have her back.
"Sir," Sango cut in, "We already arranged for her to do the pre-Oscars candids of Inuyasha and Kikyou, right? Don't you think this on top of it-"
"No," Warner said shortly, "I don't think it's too much. That's what you were going to say, right? And what's the problem? If anything, I'm giving her the career opportunity of a lifetime, right?"
"And if I decline?" Kagome said, and Warner's face darkened noticeably, "Respectfully, of course. I'm just not sure this is the way I want to go with my career. I'm a concert photographer at my core. Surely you understand, Mr. Warner."
"I really don't," Warner said, and all trace of humor was gone from his face, "Your sister and her beau are about to be at the top of the heap forever. Emblazoned in Hollywood history. Potentially dual Oscar winners. Don't you want to be a part of that? Witnessing it all and letting the public see through your talented eyes what a great, grand, romantic story this all is? Inuyasha and Kikyou, separated through the pressures of stardom and reunited with a wonderful flourish at the end of it all? Hell, you could sell a coffee table book with shots of just the two of them and make enough money to retire in your thirties."
"I'd like to think my life revolves around more than just my sister and whatever romance she has happening in her life at any given moment." Kagome was fighting to keep it tactful, to not let it spill that Inuyasha belonged to her now, god dammit, and fuck anyone trying to keep them apart.
Sango interjected. "You're exactly, right, Kagome."
Warner's glare moved instantly from Kagome to Sango, who clearly tried not to shrink back. But Sango, as previously observed, was good. And her reaction time was quick.
"Mr. Warner," said Sango, putting on her sweetest smile, "Is it too late to take you up on your offer for a little nip of a drink in the afternoon? Or will you judge a girl for asking for alcohol a little too early in the day?" She batted her eyes coquettishly.
Warner immediately was a shark, and he smelled the chum in the water. Kagome almost felt the need to speak up, but Sango surreptitiously laid a hand atop hers, telling her not to.
"Of course," he said, smiling widely and showing pearly white teeth, "I thought you'd come around eventually." He pressed a button and his secretary returned into the room. "Does a small helping of Johnnie Walker Blue sound alright with you?"
"Sounds wonderful," Sango said, flashing a look to Kagome while keeping her flirtatious smile.
"Kagome, how about you, sweetheart? Maybe a little water mixed in to make it a little more...palatable? Since you're used to beer, I mean."
Call me sweetheart one more time and you'll be used to my foot up your fat ass. "Uh," Kagome said, "I'm okay."
"Kagome," Sango said, the look growing a little more meaningful, "Are you sure?"
Kagome got the message. "Oh, alright," she relented, wondering where Sango was going with this.
The secretary promptly returned in about sixty seconds with three drinks on a silver tray, one of which was notably watered down. "That one's yours, Kagome dear," Warner pointed out helpfully, as if she didn't already know as the secretary placed it in her hand.
"Mr. Warner," Sango said, swirling her drink around nonchalantly as she crossed her legs slowly and pointedly, "I think you have the right idea. But why twenty stars? Why waste valuable time and effort on stars who aren't even nominated this year? Or those who give you maybe a film once every five years, like Daniel Day-Lewis?"
"Because I said so," Warner said bluntly.
"Yes, but, and just hear me out," Sango leaned forward conspiratorially, "Why not just a handful of your future stars? Your up-and-comers? The ones who'll be conquering the box office and awards within the next five years? Give them a little nudge out the gate, so to speak."
Warner looked unconvinced. Sango went on.
"Plus," she said, lowering her lashes as she took a small sip of her drink, "It'll set a fire under the rest of your contractees, won't it? Get them all a little worried about their place in the food chain, get them whispering, get them clamoring for a little of your attention…" She trailed off, ending with a mysterious smirk.
Warner's eyes lit up. Kagome just sat there, drink untouched in her hand, a little stunned into silence at what Sango had just been able to do.
"Limit the slots to, say, three stars. Three of the new kids on the block that you want pushed hardcore in the next year or so. A full portrait set of each, candids, posed shots, everything. Let Kagome get to know them and work her magic. Her own personal touch that we've admired so greatly. And then a full article accompanying each. Tease some of your new projects, even the ones that haven't been financed yet. Whet the public appetite. You know nothing gets funding like good old audience interest."
Warner stroked his chin, but he was obviously liking the idea. His gaze fell on Kagome, still sitting motionless. "Oh, Kagome, sweetheart, I'm sorry," he said, smiling that sharklike smile again, "We must be boring you with all this shop talk."
"It's okay," Kagome said with a benign smile, leaning back in her chair and flitting her eyes to Sango's briefly, "I don't understand any of it."
"Two conditions," Warner said, snapping his head back toward Sango's direction, "I want a special profile on Ayame. We're putting her in three pictures next year, and I need the world to buy her as an actress. This will solve that little pickle."
Kagome fought the urge to look flabbergasted. Wasn't Ayame a Victoria's Secret model? And Warner was just throwing her in movies when he wasn't even sure she could act? Man, this business has changed in the last ten years, she thought. But she kept still and quiet in her chair as Sango nodded.
"The second thing," Warner said, leaning forward to hold out his glass to clink it with Sango's as he looked her up and down lasciviously, "is that you get the honor of calling everyone's people and telling them that plans have changed and their clients won't be needed the morning of the Globes after all."
Sango looked unbothered by this as she smiled and gave a tiny shrug. "It won't be a problem, sir." She glanced over her shoulder at Kagome.
"Kagome," she said, still holding her glass up to Warner's, "You in?"
Kagome took it as her cue to sit forward and join them in saluting the moment. "I'm in."
"Ugh," Kagome said once they were back in the car and headed to pick out Globes dresses, "I feel like I need a shower now. Is he always that slimy?"
"Usually he's worse," Sango said, lowering her sun mirror, "Keeps trying to schedule late-night dinner meetings with me and the like. Fucking pig. Of course he'd have Johnnie Walker Blue on hand. The most expensive, overrated trash, but because it's the famous name, that's what he wants." Her lip curled in distaste.
Kagome leaned back in her seat. "So you want to tell me what your whole game was in there? I mean, I got some of it and I figured it would be best to just play along, but-"
"Basically, I got you three editorials instead of a bunch of half-assed glamour shots. Not only will this free you up from a grueling, demeaning, annoying shoot day, it'll take at least some of the focus and scrutiny off Inuyasha and Kikyou. Keep the heat off for a bit and keep vultures like Yura from digging around and asking questions." At least until the Oscar noms are announced, anyway.
Kagome seemed to take all this in, and looked sideways at Sango with what seemed like genuine admiration. "You really are as good as Miroku says you are," she said with a small smile.
Sango fought the urge to blush as they pulled into the parking garage of a high-end boutique.
"Definitely that one," Kagome said, nodding at Sango, who was standing in the three-way-mirror looking herself over. The dress was a beautiful Givenchy number, black and gold with a beaded skirt all the way to the floor. Ornate and gorgeous and sexy. Perfectly Sango.
"It's damn heavy," Sango said, but the way she grinned at herself in the mirror told Kagome that she agreed. "You sure about yours?"
"Yep," Kagome said, looking down at the dark purple gown she'd picked out. It had been only the second thing she'd tried on, but then, she never was much for browsing, and besides, the dress had pockets. She'd have pockets at the Golden Globes for once. It was worth the price tag.
"It looks good on you," Sango said with a grin, "And it matches your hair streak. Double win."
They changed back out of the dresses with help from the shop attendants, charged an obscene amount onto their respective credit cards (Sango noticeably wincing a little), and headed out of the store empty-handed. They'd receive the dresses by delivery the morning of the Globes with any necessary alterations done.
"Where to next?" Kagome asked, pulling her sunglasses out of her backpack and putting them on as they stepped out of the shop. "Lunch, maybe? I'm starving. And now that we've tried on dresses we can eat until we're...Sango?"
Sango stood in the doorway of the shop, staring at her phone, looking absolutely livid. Both the hand that held her upright in the doorframe and the hand holding her phone were shaking violently. "That - that fucking…" She trailed off, clearly unable to even finish the thought.
"What's wrong?" Kagome ran to her. Sango didn't look up, just stood rigid, even as Kagome's arm slipped around her shoulders.
Kagome glanced around Sango's arm at the text. All she could see was the sender - 'Mom.' The text was quite long, so Kagome couldn't make it out too well.
"I have to go," Sango said, pushing away from Kagome and rushing to the car, "Can you call a cab home? I'm really sorry. I just…" She went to open the driver's side door and seemed to lose all strength in her legs, clinging to the handle for support.
"Sango!" Kagome rushed forward and caught her under the arms, "What's going on? What was in that text? Talk to me."
"I can't," Sango ground out, "I have to go."
"You're in no condition to drive right now. Get in the front seat; I'll get you where you need to go." Kagome felt herself slip into determinator mode. There was no time for speaking sweetly, not when something was clearly very, very wrong.
Sango shook her head stubbornly even as she gripped Kagome's arms for support. She looked both furious and terrified all at once. "You don't need to be part of this," she whispered, her voice a weak croak.
"Do I need to punch your ass out again?" Kagome growled, pulling her upright, "Get in the front seat and tell me the address."
So Sango did.
I know I say this a lot but... DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN.
Sorry for the absence, guys! Between Easter, a trip home to see my folks, work, and WRESTLEMANIA WEEKEND, I've been swamped. Trust me. I had to watch John Cena get murdered by The Undertaker in like three minutes. Busy, busy, busy.
As for another thing I say a lot, GOD I MISSED HAVING KAGOME'S POINT OF VIEW SO MUCH! She's so cute and fun and spunky and I love her.
This was sort of a girls' chapter, wasn't it? Their relationship is vastly improved considering where it was before Kagome left. But now that Sango's shown her soft side, Kagome's willing to put a little trust in. Especially because Kagome knows Miroku will have her back if needed.
KAGOME-MIROKU BROMANCE 4 LYFE, GUYS. Also, if you're wondering, Miroku got a nice fancy watch and some snacks because he loves snacks. I was debating having Kagome bring him some (ahem) special brownies, but then I remembered she had to get on a plane and... ya know... airport security might have had something to say about that.
Also, Kagome is so awesome when she goes mama-bear mode. Kagome on a mission!
Poor, poor Sango. This is all coming to a showdown now.
SONGS!
Inuyasha - "Geronimo" by Sheppard (The name of this band makes me think of Mass Effect and the fact that I need to replay that again for the eighteenth time lolz)
Kagome - "Stay" by Zedd ft. Alessia Cara (My usually strictly blues-rock bf actually likes this song because it says "BUH" randomly. True story.)
Sango - "Roulette" by System of a Down
Miroku - "Friendship Song" by Bruno Mars (Shut up, I know it's cheesy but BROMANCE for 5ever, y'all. Also the lyrics apply to Sango too so shut it.)
Love, love, LAHHHHVE all of you! Special thanks to the reviewer (BlueJay) who called this their favorite fanfic of all time! I...don't know what to say except I LOVE YOU and THANK YOU SO MUCH! That meant so much to me, even if you don't really meant it, hahaha. I put a lot of work into this story (even when it seems like I'm just being crazy old meggz0rz) and I feel so wonderfully justified that all these months have been worth it! Hope you guys like this chapter. I'd love to hear your tinfoil hat theories on what's coming next...wink wink!
Byeeeeee! - meggz0rz