Disclaimer: Me no own Ib... -tries not to cry- but I do own any poems or songs unless stated otherwise.
Note: There are some OCs, 'cause the Ib cast is very small.
WARNING(s): There is some explicit content (Gore) that may make readers feel uncomfortable . Please read carefully. There is also, surprisingly, some small fluff...Well, my attempt at it.
Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.
-Cesar Cruz
Tiny rays of white and clear blue light swayed as if they were simply indecisive choices. Bubbles rapidly lingered, ascending. Few straggled behind, trapped within the enclosure. Large gasps went unheard as water poured in with no signs of coming out. The air created by these gasps created more foam that would ascend towards their new existence. One day, they that lived upon the upper surface would also break away from their aquarius ties, but only for a time.
Garry could feel the lack of air start to enclose him. He struggled, pumping his arms and legs to swim towards the surface. Yet, the more he swam the farther away it grew. Arms wrapped around his waist and his panic driven mind didn't comprehend that they were trying to help him. Instead, it told him to clutch to them for dear life and continue squirming if that didn't work out.
A large, unidentified, fish passed right besides him, eyeing him with no emotion. Garry could feel his anxiety heighten further and it didn't diminish, not even when the fish swam away without incident. He looked over and saw another fish with a lure, but what drew him in the most was the large, pin-sharp teeth it had. If possible, Garry would have gulped and screamed, but instead opted to just stare in frozen fear.
Ib pulled Garry out of the water, suppressing a wince when they landed on a flight of stairs. The lavenderette started to hack up water and breathe at the same time. Currently, he was laying with his back on top of her, making it hard for Ib to get up. She patted his back, trying to help him spit up the water clogging his lungs. After several more coughing induced moments, only a burning in his throat was left.
He continued to wheeze and gulp down air while holding his chest for a few more moments before realizing that he was probably crushing his friend. He got to his feet shakily, feeling that his balance was off as he teetered slightly. He tried to steady himself, but there wasn't a railing to hold onto. Instead, the walls were entirely made of water, the very thing that had nearly killed him.
Ib got to her feet and calmly steadied him by grabbing hold of his hand and shoulder. He whipped his head to look over at her, his anxiety starting to cool off. However, he was still pretty upset and confused.
"How in the world are we here?" He nearly yelled, glaring briefly at a strange fish that passed by.
Ib was also trying to figure that out, but then she spotted what may have been the answer, "The rose, it's in your breast pocket." Garry following her motion. He stared down, shocked to see his own blue rose that hadn't been there before. He sputtered for words before closing his mouth as he tried to organize his thoughts.
As he did that, Ib noticed that quite a few petals had already fallen from his rose. Realization hit her and she looked down at herself to find her own. She quickly located the lustrous red rose on her hip, the stem tucked into her skirt. She quickly slid it out, her gaze lingering on the floor to check for stray petals. There were none.
When she had opened the door, she had taken a breath and held it right as the water surged at them. Garry had probably been taken by surprise and was too shocked, meaning that he ended up swallowing the water. Staring at the fallen withering petals, Ib felt guilty. Each and every petal that had fallen was entirely her fault. Garry had used a different route the last time, maybe she should have discussed ways to get in first before just blindly charging ahead. Given, she didn't really think it would work.
"Ib, do you think that because we have these we no longer have to wait until eight?" Garry asked as he indicated towards her rose.
Ib nodded but paused as she felt a strange weight in her pocket. She hesitantly reached inside and drew out the keys that she had collected the day before. 'Convenient' she thought to herself as Garry smiled a little, "Well, at least we don't have to worry about unlocking doors that we already went through."
The two began to descend the steps in relative silence. The mysterious fish could be seen through the clear water, sometimes even swimming towards the border that separated them but were unable to cross into the stairway. Throughout the silence, the two didn't realize that they were still holding the other's hand.
They reached the end of the stairs and Ib was surprised to see that they had exited somewhere completely unfamiliar. She paused to look around, taking in the room that was much like the one she had come out of the previous day. However, the water casted a lighter shade of blue across the room and the ceiling was higher.
They went out the only door, almost relieved that the interior was still the same. They began to walk down the hallway, keeping an eye out for vases and doors. Just up ahead Ib could make out a lone door at the end of the hallway. They picked up the pace and eagerly checked to see if it was unlocked. It wasn't.
Garry sighed, "Seems like we'll have to look for the key."
Ib nodded, already feeling tired from previous experience.
The two searched down another hallway until coming across a door, this one unlocked. They cautiously walked inside, weary for anything that could jump out and attack them. However, all they found were a few rows of musty tomes. Garry began to browse through some of the pages as Ib glanced at some a few shelves over. The room was silent as they perused for a while.
"Most of these are just about his paintings." Garry said out loud as he closed another book with one hand. He neatly placed it back on the shelf, his nose scrunching up from the layers of dust. Ib only coughed as a large glob of dust rose into the air upon pulling out another smaller book. She stared at it curiously. The cover was taller than it was wide and seemed to have a child's semblance.
Garry nearly jumped two feet in the air when he heard something clatter to the floor behind him. He swiveled around, "Ib!" When there was no response he hurried over to the isle she was last in, but there was only a book on the floor. Cautiously, Garry picked it up. The cover read Careless Carrie in childlike letters. He opened to the first page and blinked just before he was pulled in.
Raucous laughter soon filled the silence as pictures started to explode before him in colourful bursts. The echoes of laughter mixed into a loud piercing scream that nearly made his heart leap into his throat. A long hall now stood before him with no end in sight. The lights started to flicker as the fixtures shook. Something breathed heavily behind him, causing Garry to start running down the never-ending hallway. His steps, though absorbed by the carpet, thundered in his ears like a stampede of animals. His breathing came out harshly, his body not used to all the exercise he'd been doing. Heck, his muscles still ached from the previous days extraneous activities!
The noise behind him drew closer and he began to recognize that whoever it is was laughing. He heard something swipe at the air and he tried to run faster, not wanting to get caught by the weapon wielding psycho. Just as his sides began to hurt Garry reached a ninety-degree angle. He tried to stop so that he wouldn't hit the wall, but came up short. His shoes skidded across the carpet, the traction not keeping him steady, and promptly slammed one half of himself right into the wall. He ended up falling over, a frame tumbling over due to the vibrations and smacking him in the noggin. He winced at the sound of breaking glass and the pain. He tried to catch his breath as his head turned to the side to look out for his pursuer.
There was no one there.
He sighed in relief, thanking any deity. His alleviation, however, was cut short by the resounding of giggles and the red substance that was slowly making its way past him. With a large gulp Garry sat up and stared ahead. The red trail led to a door at the end of the hall. Shakily, he got to his feet and, avoiding the red liquid, made his way to the partly open door. He placed a hand on the childish door, surprised that it felt neither hot nor cold, and pushed it further open so that he could peer inside.
He wished he hadn't.
Garry turned away from the scene to retch. There was a young child on the floor, her eyes wide open and fearful, crusted with tears. She was shallowly breathing, the life dying right out of her. Her dress was ripped right across the stomach, but the incision went further. Blood flowed from her belly and pooled around her, yellow fatty tissue following, and what was probably her intestines were half hanging out, as if they were pulled out in search of something. The room smelled of rot and blood, making Garry throw up once more.
"G-Garry," despite his want to run away, Garry looked back into the room at the familiar voice. He desperately prayed that he had just been hearing things, but his hope died upon looking over at the closet. It was partly open. He made sure not to glance at the body as he stepped around the blood with a grimace etched on his face. Garry slid open the closet far enough that he could squeeze in and quickly bent down to hug the shaking girl.
Garry knew that Ib wasn't easily spooked, that was more of his thing, but he honestly could discern that this was something that no one would be able to handle. They rocked back and forth, Garry trying to refrain from crying. Ib held tightly to him, giving out a few shaky breaths as she tried to calm herself down. The brunette had seen most of what happened to poor Carrie from the closet that Carrie had pushed her in. She had to hear the bluette's fearful cries and the pinkette's wicked laughter. She shivered, knowing that the sight was going to stay with her for a long time.
"I'm okay," she whispered, but felt oddly comfortable in this position. Amelia often hugged Ib and the girl did enjoy them, secretly, but this hug felt different. It was full of consolation and the reminder that things were going to be alright.
Garry looked down at her, pulling away to grasp her shoulders lightly, his eyes filled with worry, "Are you sure?" Ib nodded just before her eyes widened at something behind him.
Garry shivered as a childish laugh resounded through the room just before Ib lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. He heard the swoosh and whipping of air rather than saw the knife that caused it. In fact, he only spotted it when it was coming straight down at them. He quickly grabbed on to Ib and rolled them both off to his left, missing the knife again. The two jumped up as the girl began to follow them, leading to something that oddly reminded Garry and Ib of a predator stalking its prey.
The pinkette smiled at them, the grin making Garry shiver. She looked rather deranged and the blood staining her clothes and the blood soaked knife that was being pointed at them did not help. The girl looked down at the bluette and giggled, "Oops, guess I was as careless as Carrie."
Garry felt his anger bubble and foam over, "Isn't she your friend? Why would you-?"
The girl walked over to Carrie, standing so that they could she what she was about to do, and dug her hand into Carrie's stomach. Garry nearly gagged as Ib tried to look away so she wouldn't end up losing her breakfast anytime soon. She only giggled as she pulled out a golden key that was now painted in bodily fluids. She didn't even bat an eye when she licked it clean, putting the thing into her mouth before taking it out.
"That's disgusting," Garry recoiled, his face screwing into a look of absolute disgust. Carrie only smiled at him, flashing her pearly whites that now had a few specks on blood on them, "I can't give the key back if it's dirty. Mommy would know that it was my fault that it fell in the galette de rois and that Carrie ate the piece that had it."
Garry raised his eyebrows, "You could have told her and then waited for it to come out naturally."
The girl imitated Garry's look of utter disgust, "Ew, who wants to touch the poop in the toilet?"
Garry gave her an incredulous look, "Yeah, because cutting open their stomach and digging for the darn thing is just so much cleaner!"
Ib grabbed Garry's arm, giving him a meaningful look. Obviously, this girl was demented and needed some serious help, but they needed to get out of here lest they end up like Carrie. Ib didn't like the situation, especially because Garry was already running low on petals. From the looks of it, he had maybe six or seven left. Given that Ib had only lost three so far, she stepped towards the pinkette, swallowing the building anxiety within her. It was her own fault for opening that childish book that trapped them here. But if there was a way in, then there had to be a way out.
"I should hurry and put this back on the table!" The girl turned on her heel and started out the door with a giggle. As she fled the room started to grow darker. Ib, feeling that something was wrong with the dimming lights, hurried to pull Garry towards the door. A hand lashed out and stopped them, they looked back at Carrie, "Get the key and leave, but beware of the children."
Both watched as darkness consumed her. Ib forced herself to turn her attention to the front and drag Garry from the room, "Hurry, we have to get that key."
Garry gave her a guilty nod, troubled that he wasn't able to do anything for poor Carrie. They raced down the hallway, searching for any sign of the pinkette. Garry cried out as something was thrown at his head and it would have hit if he hadn't forced his head down. Childish giggling echoed and vibrated throughout the hall, turning into demented laughter as the two arrived in the crudely drawn den area. There, on the floor, was the pinkette. Surrounding her were two brunettes that were the source of the laughter.
The one with twin tails lifted her foot and laughed as it connected with the pinkette's stomach, making her cry out in pain. The other girl landed a kick on her head, smirking in delight at the torment they were inflicting.
"What the heck are you doing?" Garry's voice echoed throughout the room. He marched over grabbed one of the girls and pulled her away while Ib hurried to the pinkette to make sure she was alright.
The pinkette was crying her matching eyes out, curled into a ball. She continued to mumble unintelligibly for a while as her hysteria rose. Ib wasn't sure about what to do. Comforting people never was something that she was preferably good at, but she decided to give it a shot. The last girl kicked the pinkette in the head, which deepened Ib's frown as she turned to look at her. "Stop that already."
"But she killed Carrie!" The girl accused angrily as she pouted.
"Yeah, she harmed Carrie without us! We're supposed to be friends!"
Ib's and Garry's eyes widened at the statements, feeling dread creep in. The pinkette on the floor suddenly stopped crying and a maniacal smile painted itself upon her face, "Then we can play with these guys together."
The two brunettes paused, as if they were weighing their options, before grinning. Ib swallowed loudly as she stood up and started to back away. The pinkette and brunette number one started to come towards her threateningly. Garry pushed brunette number two away from him, knocking her to the floor, but she stood back up. The lavenderette took a step back, his foot coming into contact with the golden key. He quickly picked it up, remembering that this was their way out of this insane place.
Ib walked backwards so that she now stood next to Garry. The pinkette picked up her knife from where she dropped it and started to stab the air around her as the brunettes stood on either side of her, "Give me back the study key."
Garry and Ib shared a look. Really, who in their right mind would give back their only chance at escaping? The two silently decided to split up and regroup at the door on the other end of the room. Giving one last look at the other the two bolted around the threesome and raced towards the door, the group hurrying after them.
Garry shakily tried three doors that they came across, but none where the study. He ducked, pushing Ib's head down also as a knife soared where they were once at, implanting itself in the wall behind them. The two pivoted on their heels and ran away, Ib ripping the knife from the wall and taking it with her.
They fled down a small hallway, hurrying to try the three doors. At around the second the three girls finally caught up and tackled Garry to the floor, sending the key flying. It landed with a small thud at Ib's feet. She quickly picked it up and placed it in the second door, but the door gave way having already been unlocked. She grabbed the key from the hole and brandished the knife, holding it out to one of the brunettes' necks, "Let him go."
The girls froze as the twin tailed girl started to cry. Garry hurried to his feet and pulled Ib into the room, closing the door behind him. Ib firmly held the door closed while Garry started to move furniture in front of it to buy some time. He grunted from the effort of having to move the large dresser and desk before sinking to the floor. He turned to Ib and took the knife out of her unsteady hands. "Thank you, Ib." He said, but his voice was worn. Ib nodded numbly, the adrenaline slowly leaving her.
Once she started to think rationally again, she noticed that there was another door on the left. She pointed towards it and Garry let out a breath of air, "It's probably a bathroom."
Banging came from the door behind them, the force starting to move the furniture forwards. The two got to their feet, something that was becoming quite common for them, and hurried over towards the unknown door. Garry checked see if it was locked or not, and nodded towards Ib when it was. The girl slide the key into the lock and twisted, nearly sighing in relief when she heard the satisfying click.
She pulled open the door just as the pinkette squeezed her way through the door. Garry picked her up and jumped through, slamming the door shut without a glance back. He had had enough of this story to last a lifetime.
Ib blearily opened her eyes, blinking owlishly in the dim lighting. She felt comfortable and warm. She snuggled up against the warmth, wanting nothing more than to fall back asleep. However, she scrunched up her face slightly when her pillow started moving, deep grunts resounding from within it. It was then Ib realized that this was, in fact, not her pillow, but her groggy mind couldn't bring her to care at the moment. Her whole body was heavy and tired and her makeshift pillow was warm and comfy.
Garry grunted as he slowly became aware of his surroundings, feeling dazed. He slowly peeled open his eyes, thankful that the lighting didn't blind him. He had to do a double take at the shelves that towered over him, his brain not processing the images the first time around. He groaned, moving a hand to lazily rub his eyes. He sighed once his eyes were cleared, feeling better that the crust was gone. However, he still felt drained, like he could barely move. His muscles ached, especially his legs from all the running he's been doing. Never before in his life could he recall running so much, well from what he could remember.
The boy sighed, not wanting to dwell on it. At that very moment he noticed weight on him. He looked down at the source and nearly put a tomato to shame. Ib was curled against his chest, her legs half drawn up towards her. When he shifted her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth twitched into a small pout as she moved just a bit to find a comfortable spot. Her head brushed against his chest, only serving to make Garry's face nearly pop a blood vessel. Gosh, she looked so... he paused to find a better word than cute, adorable and fragile.
He inwardly nodded to himself, feeling proud that he could put words accurately to the picture. He smiled both in embarrassment and relief down at Ib. He was rather comforted by the fact that she could still look so peaceful after the whole Carrie fiasco, but, then again, she probably hadn't woken long enough to remember the whole thing if at all. Heck, he could hardly believe it at all! Running from paintings was one thing, but being sucked into demented storybooks? That was something he would never be okay with, ever. Well, maybe if the story had been peaceful, but whoever wrote that book wasn't right in the head for several reasons! First of all, the book hardly made sense since the key would eventually come out naturally, but killing Carrie probably took less time.
Garry shook his head, not even wanting to think about it anymore. He closed his eyes, his own haggard body trying to force him to go back to sleep. What was the harm in just closing his eyes for a little? The room was relatively safe and nothing had seen them come in, besides it would only be more a few moments, fifteen tops. A smaller part of him tried to protest, reminding him that he had nearly been killed by three psycho characters from a book and that they could be attacked. The door is unlocked! Anything could waltz on in if it wanted to! Garry told that part of him to go away, he was far too tired to deal with worrying at the moment.
Garry awoke to a loud crash at some point. He jumped a good two to three inches before waking Ib up. He blushed again when she slowly blinked, her mind groggy, and then looked up at him. Her red eyes met his own grey-ish ones in confusion before the sound of books hitting the floor caused her attention to be claimed. The two glanced over at the cause, their eyes widening when they beheld a few small stick figures running around the room and drawing scribbles all over the place.
They stayed perfectly still as one came closer to them and climbed up on Garry's leg. It walked across his pants and at about his thigh jumped onto Ib's bare leg. The girl stared at it curiously, unsure of what to do. The thing seemed pretty harmless as it hadn't attacked her, yet. Garry kept a wary eye on it, not liking the animated doodle one bit.
The black stick figure walked up Ib's leg, stepping onto her skirt before mounting her shirt. A few more started to appear around them, each jumping onto Garry and Ib. Garry winced as his hair was pulled painfully and had to swat another from poking him in the eye. A few were climbing up his shirt, getting to his shoulders before jumping onto either his head or Ib. After flinging another away from him, Garry looked to see how Ib was fairing.
They were still in their original positions, only Ib was slightly facing front more. The stick people swarmed over her, a few pulling at her hair and dangling from the long locks. Another few were attempting to crawl up her skirt, something that Ib was busy trying to prevent. The last remaining few, now were climbing on her shirt, one successfully undoing the first two buttons. The others swarmed to the newly exposed skin, looking for a new place to adventure through. Two readily jumped into her shirt, causing Ib to squeak. Garry, not thinking as he was more focused on getting the stick figures out, slapped at her chest, trying to grab the stick people.
Ib felt herself blush faintly as Garry grabbed the two things in her shirt. However, there was a loud scream from above them. She didn't have time to look up as Garry was smacked with a large tome a few times while being screamed at. Ib was then subjected to the tome hitting her as well, only lightly. All the stick figures that were also hit suddenly disappeared and the few remaining ran away.
Ib looked up and blinked in surprise at Amelia. The girl appeared to be seething as she brandished the thick book like a weapon. She drew back and lunged forward, hitting Garry several times in the head while yelling, "Get your perverse hands outta my baby's shirt! Hentai! Rapist!"
"Ow! Amelia, stop!" Garry yelled, raising an arm to block the onslaught of book. Amelia hit him once more, "I knew it! You guys were acting seriously strange and now I totally know why! You vile beast, how dare you put the moves on my baby!"
She viciously smacked at the hand still in Ib's shirt until he withdrew, his whole face going red once again. Amelia pulled Ib to her feet and ensnared her in a large hug, blubbering over something or another. However, Ib was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Amelia is here.
Ib pushed Amelia to arms length, "How did you get here?"
The girl blinked at them before grinning sheepishly, "I sorta followed you guys down that hallway and through that door. Dudes, you'll never believe this but when I walked in there was this HUGE wave of water and I was just sorta floating around in it. It was really weird cause it wasn't like normal water and after awhile I came to this really weird tree! Then I saw this rose in the hollow," Amelia took out a beautiful green rose before continuing. "And when I touched it the tree ended up... well, kind of closing in on me, but it felt really nice and warm. After that, I woke up on a staircase further from here."
Amelia continued to recount on how she got lost in a maze for a while, collected some fish looking key, and then accidentally released the stick men army from the book that she had with her. "They're actually pretty vicious, especially the red ones. They won't go back into the book so its best to avoid them if possible. Oh, by the way, I have these with me!"
Amelia pulled out a few wrapped cracker packets from her bag. "There's enough for each of us to tie us over for the moment. Ummm, are any of you allergic to peanuts?"
Once the two shook their heads she handed each a packet before inhaling her own. As they nibbled on their own food, actually feeling rather famished, they shared a look. "Hey! Stop sharing those looks. They're starting to make me think that you're both hiding something-which I know ya are! Spill it! Where the heck is this and why in blazin' hell did you come here?"
Garry sighed, knowing that it would be better for Ib to explain it. Amelia seemed to like her better. Ib gave in and told Amelia everything. She told her about their first day here, about Kate, the whole entire package deal. Garry was relatively surprised that Amelia seemed to be taking it well so far, she hadn't even interrupted once. He sighed inwardly, knowing that there was no way to get Amelia uninvolved with the whole situation, in fact, it might be better. The girl seemed to remember Kate on some level so maybe there was a secret to this whole disappearance thing.
Once Ib finished it was silent for a few minutes. Amelia stared down at her food, almost unsure if she wanted to finish it after hearing about Carrie. She shrugged and ate the last bite, "I see, so you're looking for Kate in this messed up place. Well, I want to say that cha all are crazy, which you are by the way, but I guess I'm crazy too. I didn't know Kate all that well, but she was a friend of yours and Lumi's, so count me in!"
"Amelia, this isn't something to take lightly. If you lose all the petals on your rose then something horrible could happen to you!" Garry reminded her, a bit worried, but was just mainly testing her.
She rolled her eyes at him, "So? I just won't lose all of them, simple as that. Besides, someone has to make sure you don't try to pull a fast one on my poor Ib!" Garry could only sigh at her antics, reminding himself that the girl meant well. However, after being smacked with a tome, it was very hard.
"Well, what are we waiting for? We should go look for Kate and find this Mary girl right away! Man, I hope we don't miss lunch, those crackers won't tie me over for very long." Ib smiled as she helped Garry to his feet, making the man smile lightly at her. Amelia by no means was his favorite person to be around, given that she always hit him, but she seemed capable of cheering Ib up, which was important to him since he couldn't be upset if Ib was smiling.
He nearly paused at his thoughts, but didn't dwell on them. He didn't need Amelia yelling at him for slowing them down. However, he didn't need to as Amelia paused halfway down the hallway.
"Hey guys, just how are we going to find Kate anyway? Are we looking for a person or a painting?"
Ib and Garry paused, they hadn't really thought about it. At this point, how should they expect to find Kate? Most things in this place appeared to be hostile and Kate may not even be in physical form anymore.
"Both. We'll look for both."
The cloaked figure crossed the dimming room, only sparing a glance at the large display. The groundwork was still fresh, the ingredients and paints never dulling or drying out. The beauty would forever be frozen as it is, but something was rather wrong with the display. Something that wasn't meant to move.
He grinded his teeth in anger at the fact that the display was missing one of its vital pieces. It was all that girl's fault! She was ruining everything here and trying to bring about utter Ragnarök! She should never have awoken again! This wasn't right!
They cursed to themselves, his eyes shifting back to his task at hand. He needed to find that insolent brat, Mary. She would be able to give him some entertainment and may even lead him to the intruders who are so rudely running about. He smiled to himself, yes, this would be rather nice.
He chuckled to himself as he walked up the long staircase, deciding at the last moment to take a small detour. He rather liked checking in on new pieces. He finished ascending the flights and peered into the barred room, feeling satisfied when he spied the crumpled girl on the floor, a petal-less rose in her hand.
How funny it was that she was chosen. Then again, all trespassers must be punished, especially those that do not belong. He continued to survey the room, feeling agitated that the process wasn't moving along quicker. However, the frame beneath the girl was beginning to soak in her essence, which was enough for the moment.
He moved away from the bars and pulled the hood over his head. Yes, he should really go find Mary and the others. He smiled to himself, there were two new visitors today. Perhaps, he should go greet the one still wandering around the halls.
Mind made up, he walked past the display and cast one last glance at it before pausing and retracting and going over to it. He let his hand slowly entwine itself with the long locks of perfectly brushed hair. He brought it to his lips and kissed it, "Continue to sleep, my dear."
He gently caressed her face for a lingering moment before turning away. Once he was out of sight, a lone tear slide down the porcelain face.
Soon.
AN: Crazy fast update is crazy fast! Well, this was rather...different. My own favorite part was imagining Amelia smacking Garry with a tome. Anyway, so I ended up finally being able to see Careless Carrie by watching someone play Ib on youtube. I liked it so much that I couldn't just NOT use it!
So, any guesses on the second intruder is?
Oh, as a side note, I've been thinking about starting another Ib fic once this once is somewhere near over, the same for my Hetalia fic too. I have another new idea and I want to expand on it!
So, fast update deserves reviews, yES?