Disclaimer: Naruto-verse is Kishimoto-sama's. Sasuke is Sakura's . Nothing will ever be the same anymore.

MFW's Happy Marriage Day event inspired

Head's up: Citrusy-Lime ahead~

Chapter Four: For Better or Worse

Sasuke looked at the door leading to their den, where his wife was cooped up since the morning. He tried helping her in any little way he could; made sure she's hydrated and cooked her lunch and dinner, which he took inside the room two hours ago. He already finished reading the agenda for the Board Meeting, and now nursing his second glass of whiskey in the living room. He relished the relaxing weekend, until he heard his phone go off…in succession.

From: Dobe

-HEY ASSHOLE! Me and the guys are thinking of going out tonight, are you in?

-The girls are coming too, so bring Sakura-chan!

-Ino said you broke Sakura-chan! What did you to her, asshole?! Why can't she walk?!

-First, Ino told me what it meant, and EWW! Really? Until morning?! What are you, an animal?! Second, are you in?

First, FUCK. OFF. Second, FUCK. NO.

-TEME!

-We'll be going to a club near your place, so we might crash there for the after-party.

No.

-Aww, come on! You don't want your friends to drink and drive, do you?

Get a fucking cab. You can suck a rusty railroad spike for all I care.

-We're still going to crash there.

I'll have ALL of your dumb asses thrown into jail for trespassing.

-Fine.

-I'll talk to Sakura-chan. She loves me more, so I'm sure she'll say yes.

Don't you dare drag my wife into this, dobe. I'm serious. Dead. Serious.

-Hehe. (￣ω￣)

You better sleep with one eye open from now on.

As soon as he responded to their obnoxious best friend, Sakura came out of the room with a huge smile on her face. He watched her as she made her way to the kitchen, and with an amused look that she's done this early, he followed her. She stood in front of the liquor cabinet, humming and carefully studying the bottles.

"Whiskey…vodka..vermouth…cognac…gin…brandy…" she enumerated as he embraced her from behind, "Babe, we need a better selection." She noted. He chuckled darkly while she leaned on his chest, "Aa, They're your selection, love. The only thing I drink from there is my whiskey." He responded with a teasing tone.

"Heh. Then I need to get my act together, and we'll have to get sake too." She shrugged, reaching for the bottle of Honey JD's. "We'll drink yours for tonight."

"What, are you done studying?"

"Yep! Done!"

"Really…" he said skeptically.

She turned to him with a big smile on her face, "I'm done, as in I'm freaking done with all the studying. So now, I want to spend time with my loving husband and drink the night away~" she sang and threw her hands up. She opened the bottle and took a swig, "Hmm…sweet. Now, I'm going to take your sweetheart and drink it good. Get a new bottle, because I am not sharing this." She remarked and danced around him.

However, Sasuke took the bottle from her with a sharp look in his eyes. "No, you are not going to take your exam with a fucking hangover." He asserted, "Hey! Get back your ass back in here!" he exclaimed as his wife suddenly ran away from him who squealed when he chased her.

Sakura dove to their sectional sofa with a giggle, her husband trailing behind with a dark look on his handsome face. "Oh, come on, baby! Liven up a little!" she proclaimed, "I have been reading those for the past month, and now I cannot retain a single shit any more. So, I'm done with this anxiety, ok? Fuck it." She cackled, like the crazy woman he married. "Alcohol is better. Alcohol makes everything better." She added as she spotted her husband's unfinished glass of whiskey on the table, which got taken away from her as well.

"Fine. But why do you have to go through this examination? In a residency? Enlighten me." He asked, trying to satisfy his curiosity, while he sat down next to his neurotic wife.

"Yeah, normally, it's training and letter of recommendation from the Chief of Medicine, who is Tsunade-sama. Normally, ok?" shrugged the pink haired vixen, "But KH is in a different league, and it's not called the number one hospital in Japan for nothing. So this is how they stay on top; they require a simulation exam and interview, on top of the first two I just said earlier." She explained. "Tsunade-sama got through with this, so I want to ace it and continue being her apprentice."

The raven haired man nodded in understanding before walking to the den, coming out with her stack of notes and scanning them quickly. "Hn. Doable. How about I help you?" he suggested, joining her back on the couch. He knew how badly she wanted this, and he'd be damned if he didn't do jack about it.

Cynical about his sudden attitude, she raised a brow in challenge and propped herself up on her elbows. "This is science stuff, Sasuke-kun. Are you really, really going to waste your time?"

"First off…" he glared as he took away the bottle from her and pinned her down the couch, "I know basic 'science' stuff as you put it, baby. I got biology for my undergrad, and I have enough knowledge of your body." He retorted. His onyx orbs twinkled and lips pulled in a smirk, fingers brushing down her exposed legs with a sneer. Her emerald eyes darkened at his reaction, breath hitching at his voice dripping with seduction, spine tingling at his touch. "Besides, I'm not wasting my time because I'm spending it with my wife." He added as he pecked her cute button nose, "So, what will it be?" he challenged with a grin.

"Then, I'll take your offer of helping me out, husband."

"However…I'll make it entertaining for the both of us."

She rolled her eyes at the obvious catch, because her husband is an asshole who is really, really handsome and great at sex, won't easily hand her anything of course. There's always a catch with him, which mostly ends up with her not being able to walk for days. "Out with it then, bastard." She mocked, biting her lip to muffle a groan when he tightened the grip on her hip. He eyed her up and down with a conceited look, "For every question you get wrong, you will strip for me. Doesn't matter which." Her insatiable husband noted sternly with a devilish grin.

"Sasuke-kun!" She exclaimed as pinched his side that he pulled away slightly with a wince, "You're the only one who will benefit from that, you dickhead. Seriously?! We just had sex until noon, pervert!" she scoffed.

"And you never complained, babe."

"Motherdick."

"Hn. Thank you for that unforgettable image." He rolled his eyes and captured her lips in a passionate kiss, "I'll give you a reward if you pass." He whispered tauntingly on her lips.

"You're a big pervert, Uchiha."

"You married me, and you are an Uchiha too." He bantered, his thumb rubbing her exposed thigh. "So, what do you say, sweetheart?"

"Fine, but I get to put on as many layers as I want."

"What, you're not confident? That scared to lose in my game, aren't you?"

"Excuse me?!"

'Baited.' He thought, smiling to himself in victory. After being with her for most his life, he knows which buttons to push. He knew how hot-headed and competitive his adorable wife is, and thus, the game will end in checkmate. "If you think you are going to miss a lot of questions that I'm going to give you, then maybe you should go all out with the layers." He taunted, slowly pulling away from their close proximity.

"Ugh! I will own your perverted ass in this game of yours without the extra layers."

'Hook, line, and sinker, baby.' He smirked inwardly.

"Artery that primarily feeds the anterior wall of the heart?"

"Left anterior descending artery."

"When do coronary arteries primarily receive blood flow?"

"During diastole."

"Enlargement of heart muscle?"

"Cardiomegaly."

"Hn."

"Eh…admitting defeat, Sasuke-kun?" smirked Sakura, a smug look on her face as she passed the first round perfectly. However, her husband is a ruthless man.

"I'm just warming you up, babe."

"Cocky, aren't we?"

"Aa. Wouldn't you like that."

"Perv."

"Common cause for abdominal aortic aneurysm?"

"Artherosclerosis."

"It's used to decrease pain and sedation."

"What, be more specific!"

"Is that what you are going to do at the simulation, wife?

"You're right. They would know what they are actually talking about on the exam, so I wouldn't have to ask anything."

Sasuke glared at her jab before rising to her challenge, "This one is used for pain during labor and myocardial infarction, which can be given orally, by injection, by intravenously." He added. Seeing the look on his wife's face at the moment, shocked and amused, got him celebrating inwardly. Thank god for his photographic memory and her non-stop talking when writing down notes. Sakura got off her trance and racked her brain for the answer, trying to get over the shock. This is what she gets for undermining her husband, and now she realized she's putty in his hands.

"Time's up."

"What?! But I-"

"Take it off."

"Sasu-"

"You should have put extra layers earlier, babe." He shrugged innocently, riling her up.

She hesitantly took off her gray shirt, revealing a lacy black caged bra. She felt her face flush when she felt his eyes on her, "For the record, that will be the only time you will get me." She huffed and covered herself with a throw pillow. "You do know I am your husband, and I have seen you naked a thousand times by now." He pointed out.

"Doesn't mean you can ogle me naked, dickhole."

"Hn."

Sakura glared at her husband as she took off one of the jackets, "I hate you, dickhead." She hissed.

"Love you too, minx."

"Define Central Cord Syndrome and its causes and management."

"Well, you butthole-"

"Very mature."

"CCS is commonly associated with falls in the elderly, and it affects motor strength in the upper extremities. It also causes the loss of sensation and motion in the patient's arms and hands."

"Management?"

"Oh yeah. Surgical and Nonsurgical."

"Good." Sasuke commented before raking his eyes down her body, taking in how good she looks while her defense pillow is down at the moment. "Shall we go to Cardio?"

"I haven't really read the chapter that much."

"Love, you're in the cardiothoracic department. You live the heart."

The pink haired minx beside him suddenly burst into laughter, even hitting him on his arm several times. "Oh my god! I cannot believe you just said that!" she exclaimed, "You could become a poet, you know that? Gosh! I should have taken a video and sent it to our group chat, so everyone could see how much you dote on me." She continued with a sweet smile and a teasing tone.

"I love you, baby. But please, shut up." He glared icily, which caused his wife to laugh at his reaction.

"Fine, I'll stop. You may continue, my darling."

"Pumps venous blood into the lungs."

"Pulmonary artery."

"Tissues between right atrium and right ventricle."

"Uhm…." She waved her arms in panic and anxiety, trying to think fast which is hard with all the information overload.

"Time's up. You're taking too long to answer."

"Aw, come on! It's literally been four seconds." Argued Sakura, frustrated that he's being a hard ball.

Sakura shrugged innocently, cocking his head in her direction with a knowing look. Ignoring her death glare, he noted her lack of clothing. "So? What will it be, my love? You have three options." He started, moving closer, cornering her effectively on the couch. "Those cute little shorts that hugs your ass perfectly. The black lace which has been peeking since earlier, and honestly, I just want to peel it off you." He started, face dangerously looms near hers and finger on the band of her underwear. "Or, maybe this sheer bra that makes your breasts even more delicious and full."

Sakura's spine shivered as he whispered those words breathily in need, her hands resting on his muscular chest. "Sasuke-kun, you're supposed to help me. This is punishment." She claimed, only to moan when he placed a kiss on her exposed mound. Her fingers thread his raven locks when he started sucking and leaving a mark before brushing his lips up her neck, "I am helping you, obviously. I'm teaching you a lesson you will never forget." He contested with mirth.

Now stripped of her shirt and shorts and dignity, Sakura sits beside her pervert husband in a pair of black and racy lingerie that she decided to get her in mood of studying, which now backfired. Not only was she half-naked, but her pompous and sneaky husband managed to coax her into sitting on his lap. In her defense, he is fucking hot. Because now she does realize that the devil does not come with a cape and horns, but instead serves the higher level of evil which is her husband, Uchiha Sasuke. "You said this will be the last string of questions, and that's why I agreed to do this, you cheater." She told him sternly with a pout, giving him a side glare. Sasuke snickered before pressing a kiss on her shoulder, "I promise. Now, just sit still and answer." He reassured.

"Sure. Bring it."

"Patient has coronary occlusion and heart attack, has a history of acute coronary syndrome and unstable angina."

"Seriously, how do you know the terms when you're not even holding my notes?"

"I had a quick read earlier. Focus."

"It's Myocardial infarction, or MI."

"Causes?"

"Vasospasm…" her breath started shaking when his hands moved, her senses registered his masculine scent of whiskey and teakwood. She gulped hard when his fingers danced around her inner thighs, "Keep going." He egged her on without stopping his ministrations.

And so she did.

"…decreased oxygen supply…high blood pressure." She managed to answer despite the distractions, sensing how his finger softly rubbed her clothed core. "MI is mainly caused by b-blockage of artery…d-due to plaque buildup, which decreases…b…blood flow to the heart and will have irreversible damage within thirty minutes." Her voice trembled, gasping when she felt the hook of her brassiere become undone. "Sasuke…"

The said man peered at her aroused expression with an amused smirk on his face, "I'm not going to take it off, babe." His voice impossibly deep that she swallowed thickly. "At least not yet."

"You are insatiable."

"Aa. Now, tell me the manifestations." He pressed closer, limbs lined up with hers. The sharp angles of his body against her scantily clad one, his breath hot, and gaze focused on her with a smile on his face.

"Chest pain…"she gasped when he suddenly cupped both her breasts under her bra, "S-shortness of breath." She managed to breathe out when he nibbled her ear. Unable to hold out sitting upright, she leaned against him with her hands on either side. "Perspiration." Her palms getting clammy to suppress the urge to give him the pleasure and moan, "Fever." Her body felt hot as she managed to bit out the last one.

"Perfect. This is your reward. It will ingrain the material to your head." He grinned before tilting her chin and giving her a deep kiss, she kissed him back and was out of breath when he pulled away. "If you want me to do something, say it."

She turned to straddle him properly, her lips bruised from the kiss and eyes darkened with lust. "Don't stop."

With those words, Sasuke reached out and grabbed her with his strong arms. He pressed his lips against hers, tongue tracing her lips. She gasped and felt his tongue slipped between her parted lips, grunting when he slowly removed her remaining pieces. She pulled away reluctantly and rested her forehead on his, their breaths mingling and a trail of saliva between them. He noticed the way she looked distressed for a second, tilting her head with eyes closed. "You okay?" he asked sincerely, thumbs rubbing her exposed skin. "Yeah, just a dizzy spell. You gave me a whiplash." She giggled, cupping his cheek before planting another kiss.

His eyes glued to her pleasure-ridden face as he brushed his lips down her neck, fingers slowly dancing between her legs. The soft sigh when he squeezed her bare breasts was music. The way she bite her lips while he circled his tongue on her pink nipple got him so thankful to have her be so reactive to his ministrations. He suckled on her erect nub and caressed her wet pussy, she groaned as she moved her hips against his fingers. "My wife has no patience tonight, huh? Looks like you wanted this reward more than I do." He chuckled darkly before sucking furiously again, feeling his pants tighten at how good she feels. She held onto her husband for dear life as he continued pleasuring her, and she was only thankful they were on the couch. Otherwise, she would have been on her knees already. He groaned weakly as soon as she started grinding her hips against his fingers, so he yanked her up in his arms and started walking in the direction of their bedroom. She yelped at the sudden movement and wrapped her legs around his hips, "I thought you wouldn't notice that the lights are on." She joked.

"It wouldn't matter anyway, because it won't be the first time for us to do it with the lights on."

"I know, pervert. I think we christened every corner and furniture in this house."

"Aa. And you liked it every time."

"Only because you are so good, husband."

The sound of her heartbeat and panting were the only thing she has been hearing, while she's running through the hallway of the left wing. "I'm late! I'm late!" Sakura chanted anxiously, "This is Sasuke's fault!" she cried in frustration. Her legs numb, heart palpitating, and it's a miracle she can focus after being up all night. Her pink hair tied messily in a bun, face free of makeup, and clothes consisting of joggers and her husband's shirt she picked up off the floor earlier. After deciding to castrate the said husband after the day's over, she quickly changed into her scrubs and rushed to the simulation room.

She sneaked into the room, as everyone was busy watching the resident applicants draw, thinking she could pass that she's been there since the beginning. Which is very, very not happening.

"You're fifteen minutes late, Uchiha." Tsunade chided from the front, "You are not going to blend in the crowd with that hair of yours." She continued.

"Oops. Sorry, Tsunade-sama."

"I won't accept another tardiness. Draw from the jar. You get two simulations, just because you're late."

Shizune appeared with a clear bowl with folded papers, "Goodluck, Uchiha-san." The woman cheered.

"Thank you, Shizune-san." Sakura smiled as she took two papers, she peeked and sighed from the luck of her draw. She was in no means good luck today, seeing as she got 'Task Trainer Simulation' and 'Standard Patient' on her paper were five-star difficulty. She leaned back and patiently waited for her turn, carefully watching the other applicants on their performance.

Which did NOT calm her nerves at all. And so, she did the one thing that will.

To: Hubby ❤

Waiting for my turn right now. I'm super nervous, and one step away from having a panic attack.

-Breathe, baby. What kind of exam did you get?

Well, I have to do two simulation because I am late, which is your fault by the way. I got trauma care and clinical. Seriously. Panic attack waiting to happen.

-I didn't hear you complain the whole night. Calm your tits.

What. Did. You. Just. Say.

- ┐(￣ヘ￣;)┌

Uchiha Sasuke, prim and proper, just said 'tits'. Wow.

-I'll have to get you checked in a psych ward.

You love me. (づ￣ ³￣)づ

-Aa. Sad, isn't it? ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌

And yet, you got jealous of Shika. ╮(￣ω￣;)╭

-So what if I did? You're mine.

I am, and that's why you shouldn't get jealous anymore~

-Hn. After your exam, we'll go out and get good food.

Ooh! I want dumplings! Please!

-You can ask for something better than that, babe. All you eat are dumplings.

Eh~ But I'm craving it~

-Fine. Dumplings it is.

Yay! I'm looking forward to it, baby.

-Aa. Now, focus. I'll have to be in a meeting, so I have to go. Sorry, love. I'll make it up to you later. Let me know what happens, ok? Call me when you're finished. I love you, Sakura.

Thank you, baby. I love you too, Sasuke. ❤

"You look ready to go." A familiar voice interrupted her happy thoughts, she looked and saw Shikamaru with his usual lazy smile. "I'll be your SP for the exam."

"I'm surprised you volunteered to do this, Shika."

"I didn't, but Tsunade-sama threatened to ban smoking on the rooftop if I didn't."

"Ah. The power of love for smoking."

"Anyway, since you were late and missed the orientation, Shizune will give you a chart before going in the room." He started explaining the briefing that she missed, "Then, the SP will be five minutes after the first one. It's very troublesome, but very necessary." He finished before yawning. "Questions?"

"Yeah." She raised her brow with a teasing grin, "Heard from a little bird that you and a certain blonde girl disappeared together when you guys went out last night." She added.

"Not a question, and not related with your residency."

"Well, my question is…are you and Ino finally smooshing booties?"

"You two talk so much alike, it's creepy. Your little bird can mind its own business, by the way."

"It's Naruto."

"Figures."

It was all fun and games until…

"Uchiha Sakura, you're up." Tsunade called out, "Show me what you got, kid." She winked. Sakura stepped forward with determination and took a deep breath, "Yes, Sensei!" she exclaimed energetically to hype herself up. 'Here I go, Sasuke-kun.'

On the other hand…

"- and so, we are up by twenty percent for revenue in the past quarter." The speaker on the front finished reporting, feeling satisfied. However, everyone's attention focused on the brooding man sitting with his onyx orbs glued to the screen of his phone. "Sasuke-sama?" the man squeaked in an attempt to get his attention, cold perspiration running down his forehead.

Sasuke got out of his daze and looked at the speaker, "I want the management letter with the audit financial report on my desk tomorrow." He instructed and stood up. "Meeting dismissed."

As the crowd dispersed, he was approached by his advisor, Hatake Kakashi. "Everyone is talking about drinking tonight to celebrate. Are you going?" the older man asked, even though he knows the answer.

"Can't. I'm having dinner with Kura."

"Oh. Dandy. How is she?"

"Fine."

"You're sulking more than usual. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Sasuke, you were not moving on the second half of the meeting while looking at your phone."

The raven haired guy sighed in defeat and sat back down, "If I told you I'm worrying because Sakura is currently taking her residency exam right now, would you shut up?" he retorted in a deadpan tone.

"Her residency?! Wow! Even that hag Tsunade got hers at thirty. I have to invite Sakura-chan for dinner when she passes."

"You will do no such thing. You're fired."

"Ooh. Touchy husband you are."

"Leave me alone, Kakashi."

His gray-haired mentor snickered at his brooding attitude, despite being a big softie for his wife. "I'll take my leave then. Give her my regards." He noted before finally stepping out of the conference room, a smile plastered on his lips beneath the mask he always wear. "Well, someone's in love."

Sasuke looked at the last message his wife sent, and decidedly typed a message to his inside man in the hospital.

To: Lazyass

How is she? Is she done?

-You two are driving me nuts.

Don't touch my wife, Nara. Actually, don't breathe around her.

-Never thought about it since you two got together in college, so chill out. You might want to reinforce that to Kiba though.

What the fuck. That mutt.

-Anyway. Yes, she just finished both simulations.

Well?

-She's excellent, like always. Don't worry. The interviews are going to be held this afternoon.

Hn. That's my girl.

-Yeah.

My girl.

-Shut up. Stop gloating.

Hn. Thanks for the update, Nara.

-Anytime, man.

He grabbed his jacket and strode out of the conference room, "Juugo." He called his assistant and a tall, burly man approached from the side. "I need you to get the car. Clear my schedule for the rest of the day, then take me to the supermarket."

"Sir?"

Sakura stepped in their apartment, feeling guilty that she only sent a message to her husband to tell him that she's done with the exams. But as soon as she got past the foyer, the smell of something she's been craving for weeks wafted to her senses. "Sasuke-kun?" she called, making a beeline to the kitchen and confused as to what's going on. He said they're going out to get food. 'Impossible.' She thought, with a tremble of excitement. Uchiha Sasuke, her usually apathetic husband, donning an apron with flour all over him while cooking her favorite dumplings. Like she requested. In the duration of their dating and marriage, never did she think she would see this moment. He never stepped in the kitchen unless looking for his whiskey. And so, she whipped out her phone and captured the moment. She will have the picture framed in their living room, against his will of course, but he will have to compromise and agree with her in the end anyway.

Sensing her presence, he looked up and felt his face get hot from embarrassment at being caught. She arrived earlier than he expected her to, but he's glad she can finally relax after her long day. "Welcome home." He greeted when he approached her, giving her a swift kiss on the lips. "Never seen you cook before." She giggled, hand resting on his chest. "Hn. Don't get used to it." He rolled her eyes before sliding her coat off her, to which she jumped and yelped. "Watch it, perv." She raised a brow with a teasing grin, "Geez. I only tried to take off your coat. How's that perverted?" he argued.

"Last night was only supposed to be a tutoring session, and yet it turned into debauchery."

"Aa. And I remember you moaning and wanting me to get you off faster." He retorted, grinning when his wife turned red at the memory from their lovemaking the night before. "Why don't you wash up first, I'm going to be done soon." He stated and poked her forehead, going back to his cooking. Still aghast and flushed, she went ahead and did as told.

She returned after washing off the stench of the hospital, throwing on a comfortable slip-on and pulled her hair up in a messy bun. She found him on the dining table, candles lit, a bucket of chilled Don Perignon, and a spread of what he's been putting together in the kitchen: her favorite pasta and dumplings.

"You won't get full by staring at them, love." His deep voice interrupted her daze and pulled out a chair for her, "Come on before they get cold." He added. The couple ate dinner prepared solely by him, and she was utterly shocked by the sweet gesture. She knew he would have to drop by the supermarket to get the food for the feast, because she's the one doing the grocery for them and she knew they couldn't possibly have the ingredients. He's the sweetest man she knows, and she loves how he only shows this side of him to her.

After eating, both of them decided to cuddle in front of a movie in the living room. He relished the warmth his wife was emanating on his arms, he sighed softly at how peaceful the night is. However, he wanted to ask her. "Love." He started, thumbs rubbing her arm intimately before lowering his chin on her shoulder. "How was the exam?" he felt her stiffen for a second before relaxing again. "Hey, it couldn't be that bad." He tried to reassure her, kissing her exposed shoulder softly.

Sakura turned to him with a wide grin and mischief in her emerald orbs, "It went great, of course!" she exclaimed excitedly. "I was so anxious at first, but I think I owned it as soon as I stepped into the simulation, you know." She giddily narrated, happiness radiating with every word. He listened attentively to every word she's saying, the movie becoming a white noise for the both of them at this point.

"So, when is the interview going to happen?" he asked innocently like he didn't already know from the lazyass earlier.

"The day after tomorrow. I'm super nervous because the interviewers are going to be the council members of KH."

"Hn. Do you need my help to prep you for that as well?"

Catching the innuendo, her face turned s pink as her hair. "Sasuke-kun!"

"What? Just trying to offer my services to help you. It did help earlier, didn't it?" he teased.

"Never again, you perv! You left me sore!"

"But satisfied."

"…."

"It's my job as your husband." He smirked arrogantly, then gently caressed her cheeks. "I am infinitely proud of you, my love."

"Sasuke-kun…thank you so much. I love y-HEY!" Sakura protested when her husband suddenly picked her up, "What are you doing?!" she yelped as he carried her in the direction of their bedroom.

"Well, let's just say you're not going to walk properly for the next two days."

"Sasuke-kun!"

A/N: I decided to have another chapter, because it will be too much and I don't really like it. Next chapter will be the last one. I owe you guys BTH, and I will focus on typing it in once I gather my thoughts for that series and finish this one. I started getting my groove back at writing, and I want to be able to pursue it completely. So, I decided to look into self-publishing. What do you guys think?

Reviews are always welcome because they help me a lot to become a better writer, so please do. I'm trying to get better every day with my grammar and expand my vocabulary more. Thank you for taking the time to read.

-ShinYa