Chapter 5.
Wow! I'm on a roll guys! XD
Thank you SOOO much for reviewing, because it really made me want to write more! =L
To any who are wondering, there is no Yaoi. Sorry 'bout that.
Hope you enjoy, because I kind of like this chapter. And yes, I kind of stole the Cirque de Freak series idea with Garp's stuff, but SHHHH. Tell nobody. It was awesome to write.
Ehehehe, xD
Oh, and a reviewer (can't remember who, sorry) asked about when you're going to see Robin. Well I'm gonna give a pretty good estimate and say either chapter 7 or 8, I haven't decided yet. But if I update as quickly as this, then pretty soon is the answer. ^-^
After Benn's hand-to-hand combat training, with the result of Zoro point-blank refusing to work alongside Coby, the two trainees found themselves hurting all over from having been thrown around the gym and hit continuously. Separately, they had been able to put up a good fight for approximately just under a minute.
But Benn knew that if they would just work together, they would have stood a much greater chance of beating him. After two hours of him drilling techniques into them, a few of them sneakily so that they had HAD to try and help each other a little (if only a little unwillingly and spontaneously), Benn called a halt to the lesson.
"You're good. Both of you." Benn said in his short way of speaking. "But if you're going to stand a chance of fighting for more than five minutes, you're going to need to work together. On a mission, you will have a team. You need to work in that team to complete the mission. If one fails, you all fail."
"You're making it sound like you're the musketeers or something." Zoro stated, unimpressed.
"If that's what you understand it as, fine. I understand that some brains are a little narrow-minded compared to others, but as long as you get the idea, that's fine by me." Benn responded calmly, making Zoro grit his teeth angrily at the jibe. "Anyway-"
"Benn! Let me take them off your hands for now. Garp's already chosen his first task for them." A voice called out from the doorway.
Looking over to the voice, the three of them turned to see a tall yet slim man with grey/white hair and a beard to match. His grin and his eyes held a spark of mischief in them, and one of his eyes had a long line of a scar that was unmistakable even through his round glasses.
The combat teacher nodded to him once. "Rayleigh." He acknowledged. "They're all yours." With that, he walked out of the gym and clapped the man on the shoulder as he passed him.
Coby stared at the newcomer, but it was Zoro who was more intrigued. He recognised the man, and from the way that Rayleigh stared back, he knew it too. "H-how did you-" Coby stuttered.
"Long story, and I don't have the time for stories right now. Besides, one way or another I'm sure you both know what happened. The tale's famous after all." He laughed, his laugh open and carefree.
It was this that made Zoro relax unintentionally. There was something about Rayleigh that seemed familiar to him. As though he wasn't from MI5. Rayleigh noticed him relaxing and smiled to himself as he lead them both out of the gym and back down the winding corridors that never seemed to end. "Look like you're both settling in." He commented.
Coby agreed eagerly, whereas Zoro merely snorted under his breath, which he noticed seemed to amuse Rayleigh greatly. "Anyway, I was sent to give you a quick talk as to what you will be training for. What you will be doing once you have become a fully recognised agent of MI5." Rayleigh continued, seeming to finally get down to business as he slowed the group down to a leisurely stroll. "Your main job, is to protect the royal family. To accompany them on trips away from the palace, to stay with them inside the palace and so on and so forth. If it is not your shift, then you will most likely be called out on a mission, or to generally act as the secret police and clear up the streets. Depending on what's going on that is. If there's nothing really happening, and you've not been called on a mission or are protecting the royal family, then you will have time to yourself in which to relax in the common room or sleep or eat or...you get my drift. The time would be your own."
"I can't wait to get started! Do you know to whom we'll be assigned?" Coby questioned, almost bouncing in his walk with excitement.
Rayleigh shook his head. "Not yet I don't, you'll find out when we do. Besides, Mihawk will sort that out at the end of your training."
"Is there a big test at the end of the training?"
"Maybe." Rayleigh replied evasively. "Maybe not."
Coby pouted at the response, making Rayleigh laugh as he finally drew to halt and started to open the door to his left. "Spoilers kid, spoil-"
"FINALLY." A joyous roar interrupted him, coming a from a large bulldog of a man with short grey hair and a somewhat insane grin. "SILVERS RAYLEIGH!"
Zoro felt an electric shock shiver down every single one of his nerves as he heard the name. 'Silvers Rayleigh? That's..impossible.'
"Ah, Monkey D. Garp. Sorry for taking so long to get here. Mihawk told me to inform them on what they will be doing once we've trained them up fully." Rayleigh apologised, seeming not to notice (or at least pretending not to) Zoro's reaction.
"Quite alright, quite alright." Garp replied, his booming laugh making the three wince. Zoro then realised that Monkey D. Garp was a name that he had also heard of before. 'Great. Now I'm being tutored by Ace and Luffy's grandfather. Fucking great.' He sighed mentally.
The corners of his lips lifting slightly, Rayleigh bowed a little before turning towards the door. "I take my leave." He stated.
"Sorry for taking the territory." Zoro muttered in an undertone as Rayleigh swept past him to go out of the door. The pause was for barely two seconds as Rayleigh was surprised by the words that had left Zoro's mouth, but he continued out of the door. Zoro smirked to himself as he heard Rayleigh's loud yet delighted laughter echoing down the corridor even after the door had closed.
Garp then clapped his giant hands on both Coby and Zoro's shoulders, making them stumble slightly. "Right boys, you will be with me for the next hour. I hope that you've acquainted yourselves with fire before, because this here mechanism is going to help you both train up your Haki. The perception of anticipating a move. Not only that, it will enhance your senses." He said seriously. "This will be very dangerous, so you're going to have to be alert at all times unless I say otherwise. Understood?"
Coby gulped but nodded vigorously. "Yes sir." He answered. Zoro on the other hand, merely grunted in reluctant acceptance.
"Good!" Garp beamed, clapping his hands together. "I want you both in nothing but these, ok?" He instructed, holding up two pairs of black shorts.
"Not even our boxers?" Coby asked in horror.
Garp rolled his eyes. "Over your boxers Coby. I thought you were a smart lad, really."
"Oh." Coby choked out in embarrassment.
Waiting until they had changed, Garp narrowed his eyes as he noted the boys toned bodies, Zoro's evidently more so. "Right, each of you in these two separate chambers." He ordered, pushing them both into two chambers with what looked liked medium sized holed pipes as the floor under their bare feet. The glass enabled them to see both Garp outside the chambers, and each other through the wall of glass that separated them.
Suddenly, a flame erupted from each corner of both chambers, making the trainees jump to the middle of their rooms in shock. "The aim of these lessons, is survival training. Getting you both used to different situations. This task in particular will be to get you used to the heat of fire, which in turn will help to toughen up your skin. Now," He grinned, "lets see you dance and avoid the fireworks."
Flames erupted to Zoro's left, singing the hairs on his arm a little, making him hiss seeing as he hadn't moved. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Coby was concentrating hard, having already suffered a few burns himself going by the look of the faint pink on the inside of his left leg.
Zoro managed to dodge another spout of yellow flame as it burst up in front of him, but it was at that moment that he walked backwards into another wall of unexpected flame that burst up from behind him, lightly scorching his back as he leapt to the side to get out of it. Gingerly he poked at his side, feeling a small case of what felt like sunburn.
A muffled shout from the chamber adjacent to his made him look up to see Coby trying to tell him something. Due to the thickness of the glass, Zoro couldn't hear a word Coby was saying, not that he wanted to anyway. But when Coby easily dodged a tongue of fire to his left, Zoro stared. Deciding to use body language, Coby tugged at his own ear and mouthed one word as clearly as he could.
'LISTEN'.
"Listen?" He questioned out loud to himself.
And that was when he heard it. Diagonally to his left, he heard a high pitched hissing of pressure that made him stumble backwards on the hot and sore soles of his feet, allowing him to narrowly miss the column of flame. "Fucking hell." He muttered. "You can actually hear the fucking thing." He ran the palm of his hand over his face for a moment to clear the sweat from it, which almost made him miss the hissing of the pipe behind him.
Columns of fire then started to erupt all around him, the hissing being the only warning as Zoro found himself all but dancing on the balls of his feet, never staying in one place for more than three seconds before having to evade the fire.
He could feel the heat building up in the chamber, and the air around him was getting thinner and thinner. It continued to do so for a long amount of time, and Zoro could not calculate how much time had passed. But thankfully, his skin was somewhat accustomed to the heat surrounding him, having stood next to or fought alongside Ace before.
"How does Ace even keep this around his whole body?" Zoro muttered as he eluded another burst of white hot flame.
Then he missed a very quiet hiss that erupted all around him, making him grit his teeth in pain. There was nowhere that he could run to with out getting burned, as he was encircled in fire. Locking his jaw, he burst through the wall of fire in front of him, the fire licking at his skin and setting the ends of his hair and shorts alight. Out of danger for that precious moment, Zoro used the back of his hands to beat out the flames that clung to his body.
Everything was then scarily quiet. Moments later and he jumped as the door to the chamber opened to reveal a black caped figure, the image swimming in his eyes.
"Zoro." Came the recognisable voice of his father. "Look at me. You're ok. A few bad burns here and there, but they'll heal. Follow me."
Shaking his head, Zoro fell to his knees, trembling with the effort of trying to keep his torso upright, able to feel the burn over his stomach and chest. "It...burns." He croaked out, his throat parched.
"Oh for god's sake boy." Mihawk muttered, his cape flying out behind him as he walked over and helped Zoro up by carefully putting one of Zoro's arm around his shoulders and being mindful of his son's burns, which was rather awkward seeing as Zoro was still a bit smaller than him. "Come with me and we'll have you patched up. It was a valiant effort. I am pleased."
Zoro heard the words, and if it was at all possible, his mind started to feel slightly numb at the unexpected praise from his usually cold father. But that wasn't the only thing on his mind. "I need...need water." He gasped, barely keeping his eyes open as Mihawk walked him into what looked like an infirmary, nodding to Coby who had a bandage on his left leg and shoulder where he too had been burnt, allowing the trainee to stand down from where he had come to attention.
"Yes, that too." Mihaw agreed, allowing a small smirk to tug at the corner of his mouth as he set Zoro on the edge of one of the infirmary beds and grabbed a bandage roll, setting to work on his son's burnt torso.
Not two days later and Zoro's torso and Coby's shoulder and leg had healed completely. When asked, Shanks had later explained that the bandages had incredible healing properties. That day they had been released back into the regime.
It was a month after such rigorous training in which Zoro made numerous attempts to beat up Coby, each time ending up with a punch to the head from Shanks, that they were both told that the next day they were to be allowed a day's break.
Leaving Coby to wander back to his bedroom with a delighted sigh once Shanks had departed from giving them the news that evening, Zoro collapsed into what he had dubbed 'his chair' in the common room. The one in front of the fire that he had once or twice dug his nails into the arm of when he was annoyed with something. Usually the tutor agents. Or Coby.
"What. The hell. Am I still doing here?" He questioned under his breath in irritation. "A fucking month. I should have left by now. I've..I've left the guys for a month. What the hell am I doing?" Sighing in helplessness, he put his hands over his face and rubbed it tiredly. "But I can't leave. If I try to, they'll try and find me. And that puts them in danger."
He was silent for a few moments. "Unless...Unless I only leave for the day, tell them the situation, grab my katanas and then come back. Tell them that I'll break out for good soon." He concluded.
Confident with his plan, he stood and went to his own room to quickly change into his old clothes which he had successfully managed to keep at the bottom of his drawers. Taking his room keys, he locked his bedroom door and headed back into the common room. The keys were then placed into the mouth of the stone snake that lined the edge of the top of the fireplace.
From there, he kept his head down as he strode purposefully down the corridors of the MI5 base, following his nose as he headed for the kitchen. As he was about to turn into another corridor, he heard footsteps about half a corridor behind him. Determined to get out, he sped up a little and reached his destination, pushing the door to the empty kitchen open a little hastily and closing it behind him. Looking around him, he spied the window directly opposite the cooker and hurried over to it climbing up onto the worktop and unlatching the window, heaving the metal window open as quickly as he could by sliding it along to the right to reveal where the window met the cobbled pavement of the outside world of London.
Glancing back at the door, he froze as he saw Rayleigh walk past the door slowly, looking inside. In the same moment, he caught Zoro's eye and stared at him through his glasses. But he didn't say anything. Nor did he open the door. Instead, he winked at Zoro and carried on down the corridor as though nothing had happened.
Baffled, yet thankful that Rayleigh had not raised the alarm, he escaped through the window and rolled out onto the cobbled pavement. He scratched a small X onto the wall beside the window with a sharp loose stone that he found so that he could find it again when he came back, and wasted no time in hurrying away from the building.
After approximately an hour, he managed to find his way into his territory. The area of London that he knew as well as he knew the back of his hand. Jogging lightly through the drizzle of rain that was now starting to coat London, he arrived at the warehouse. The moment he saw it relief flooded through his whole body, and upon silently entering the warehouse, he relaxed all of his previously tensed muscles.
Looking around at all the pieces of weird metal and shelving and random bits and pieces in the warehouse, he noticed a small slip of paper had been concealed inside an obviously open safe. Walking up to it, he took the piece of paper and read the untidy scrawl written on it.
'Zoro, if you find this, where the hell are you?
At least give us a clue!
-Ace.
P.S; Luffy keeps eating all the meat, so we're going to need to get money in to buy more. Or at least buy him a muzzle.'
Smirking a little, Zoro headed to the vent and began to make the familiar journey on his way down to the Thousand Sunny, having no trouble at all on the ladder even though someone had turned off the lights that usually lit up the way.
Upon landing on the floor of the cavern beneath the warehouse, his smirk grew as he quietly stole up the ladder and onto the ship's deck. He cleared his throat as silently as possible before sucking in a deep breath.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU ALL DONE WITH MY BOOZE? !" Zoro roared at the top of his lungs, causing the cavern to echo around him. He chuckled a little as he heard yelps of surprise followed by thumps on wood, which he could imagine to be his friends either falling out of bed and scrambling up stairs.
Seconds later, and the door leading below decks opened with a bang to reveal them all trying to push past one another, instead having got completely and utterly stuck within the doorway. Until Chopper charged them all from behind in his full reindeer mode before going back to cute little racoon.
Zoro was then enveloped into a group hug that nearly squeezed all the air from his lungs, which made him completely unable to answer the questions that followed at almost one hundred miles per hour.
"ZORO!"
"YOU'RE BACK!"
"Where did you go?"
"What happened?"
"We thought you weren't coming back!"
With a breathless laugh, Zoro managed to make them all release him, giving Luffy a little return hug before letting him go. "Neither did I." He answered. "It's a long story guys, I'm gonna need some sake."
"Before that, I need to give you this." Nami sighed, handing Zoro a five pound note.
"What for?" Zoro asked in confusion, taking a huge swig of the sake that Thatch handed him as they all followed him into the kitchen and sat around the table. Then he noticed the new addition to the group that sat next to him at the table, with bright eyes, a patched top hat with short blonde hair and a grin that showed true happiness despite the chip in one of his teeth. "Wait a minute, you're that kid...Sabo. Right?"
Sabo nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's me Roronoa Zoro! Managed to get away about three days after the Royals going to France. Came straight here with my trusty iron bar and am ready to join your group for real. Nami's been teaching me navigation and how to lie with a straight face, and Ace and Ussop have taught me to pickpocket properly!" He rushed breathlessly but radiating happiness as he did so.
Zoro stared at him emotionlessly for a moment, and there was a tense silence around the room as Zoro raised a hand and removed Sabo's hat, putting it on the table. There was relief as Zoro merely ruffled Sabo's hair and chuckled. "Good for you kid, you'll do great. Welcome to the family."
"Oi Zoro! What happened to you?" Luffy called out from the far end of the table, looking curiously at his leader. Everyone on the table mirrored Luffy's look in Zoro's direction, clearly wanting to know too.
Sitting back comfortably in his seat, Zoro began to sum up what had happened to him that day. "Well, when you guys all split up, I diverted the attention away from you all and allowed you to escape. Meanwhile I had about ten or more agents on my ass. When I thought I'd given them the slip, I made it up onto the roof of a restaurant and hid inside one of the inactive chimneys." Then he sighed and his lip curled in distaste. "But they found me and knocked my head against a brick wall."
Nami's eyes went wide, as did some of the others. "What happened after that?" She asked quietly.
Stealing a glance at Thatch, he cleared his throat as he started to speak once more. "Well, here's where it gets complicated. I haven't really told you this before. Before I formed this gang with Thatch when we were thirteen, I ran away from home. I didn't want to be who my father wanted me to be, and my mother had already died due to a terrorist attack." He explained. "You guys all know that we've eluded the MI5 for years now. But the main reason I wanted to keep you guys out of harm from them, is because the head of MI5-"
"Isn't that the...Dracule Mihawk? Hawk-Eye Mihawk?" Chopper interrupted hastily.
Zoro nodded. "Yeah, him. Well...He's my father."
Around the table, every jaw aside from Thatch's dropped in shock. "You've got to be joking me." Ace spluttered. "I know that mine and Luffy's grandfather was an agent, but that's...that's a bit-"
"And Ussop's dad is also an agent, isn't he Ussop." Zoro stated, directing it towards his long-nosed friend, who nodded silently. "Well, after my father all but kicked me into next Sunday, he told me that I couldn't go back. So for that past month now, I have been an agent in training at MI5. It was only now that I've been able to make a momentary escape. In about another two hours, I'll have to head back, else they'll realise I've gone. But don't worry. I'll visit it you if and when I can, but I'll come back to you guys for real as soon as I possibly can. Even if I have to kill the bastards."
"Bloody hell..." Thatch exhaled, running a hand around his jawline as he and the others watched Zoro take another gulp of sake.
Luffy then stood up with a grin. "Well, if he's got two hours, I say we party!" He exclaimed, making Ussop, Chopper and Sabo cheer loudly in agreement. Grinning, Thatch grabbed some pots and pans from the cupboards and started to make lots of hot dishes to be served.
Nami grabbed Ace and Zoro's hand and lead them out to the grassy deck of the Sunny, smiling as she grabbed a radio and turned up the volume on a good radio station, starting to dance with Luffy as Chopper and Ussop began to dance and play games with Sabo. Laughing, Ace and Zoro grabbed tankards of sake and began to chug them down as fast as they could.
Still grinning, Zoro made his way through London that night with his three katanas strapped to his side protectively. He had drank his fill and had won against both Ace and Nami, and the food, music, dancing and general good time that he'd had was the best time he could remember in a while.
The only problem was, he had found the MI5 building, but couldn't find the X that he had scratched next to the window. He spent more than an hour looking for it, and the rain continued to drench him as it got harder and harder, flattening his green hair to his scalp. Sighing in resignation, he made his way to the front of the building and walked in through the gate and into the welcome warmth of the building.
Waiting in the reception area was a man he'd met once in passing, by the name of Kizaru. "Ohhhhhhhh...Aren't we in trouble." Kizaru greeted with a slightly malicious smile.
"Shut up." Zoro snapped, not pleased to be back in the slightest.
Kizaru raised his hands up defensively. "I'm sure you know the way back to your common room." He called after Zoro, who in response growled irritably and picked up the pace as he headed back for his room, drying off as he walked.
Upon reaching the common room, he marched over to the fireplace and groped inside the mouth of the stone snake, scowling when he couldn't find his room keys. "Damn it, I swear..." He mumbled, trying not to get scratched by the snake's stone fangs.
"Looking for these?" A voice interrupted, the jingling of keys sounding menacing in the silence that followed. Turning to look behind him with a sickening feeling, Zoro watched as Shanks got up from where he had been sat comfortably in the armchair by the fire, which made his hair flicker to show all the shades of red that were in his hair and threw slight shadow over his face.
"Yeah." Zoro answered, reaching for his keys. "Thanks for finding them, I thought I'd lost the-"
He was cut off with a yelp as Shanks gripped him by the hair and pulled slightly. "Because you lost them in the rain, presumably. Funny that, seeing as I don't recall Mihawk allowing you back out onto the streets of London." Whilst saying this, Shanks started to drag Zoro out of the common room and down at least three flights of stairs.
"Yeah, ok, I lied." Zoro growled, trying to prise Shanks' fingers off of his hair, which was now starting to ache slightly. "Look I-...Where are we going anyway? The fucking basement or something?"
"The lower basement. I was hoping we wouldn't have to do this, but seeing as you have a day off tomorrow, you'll be able to heal." Shanks responded in a clipped tone.
"Heal?" Zoro asked, starting to feel slightly wary. "What are you-"
They finally entered a small square room with white walls, a cross in the middle with rope hanging from either end of the horizontal beam of wood. Benn was standing in front of it with a leather bag held loosely in his hand.
"I shall make you a deal, Zoro." Shanks sighed, his face clearly showing how much he hated having to do this, wincing as he said it. "You take this punishment, and you shall still be sent out on your first mission at the same time as Coby, of which we were planning after your day off." Zoro stared at him, not quite knowing what was going to happen to him. "I'll even throw in the fact that I won't tell your father." Shanks continued heavily. "But you shall say nothing of it, and shall not emit even the slightest sound during this. Deal?"
Zoro narrowed his eyes slightly, but nodded. "Deal. There's not much other choice really is there."
Shanks shook his head. "No. Not really kid." Then he wordlessly grabbed one of Zoro's wrists at the same time that Benn grabbed Zoro's other wrist. Dragging him over to the wooden cross, they took the pieces of rope and tightly bound his wrists to the beam so that he couldn't move, no matter how much he struggled, which was a lot at first. Moments later and Zoro felt his bellywarmer and katanas being removed, and the back of his shirt was ripped open, completely ruining it.
Standing next to Zoro, Shanks then held up a piece of fabric that he had just ripped off from Zoro's shirt. "Open." He ordered softly. When Zoro made no move to do so, Shanks closed his eyes. "Please." He asked. Giving him a calculating glare, he finally relented and opened his mouth, allowing Shanks to gently press the fabric into his mouth. "Remember to breathe." He advised, patting Zoro's shoulder before leaving Zoro to stare at the wooden pole in front of him.
There was a moment of silence, and then Zoro heard the whistle of something flying through the air. A split second later and he felt pain rip a line across his back, and had it not been for the bit of fabric in his mouth, he would have cried out. More in surprise rather than pain, although the pain was a part of it.
No pauses were in between the lashes, as Zoro counted them in his head, feeling the raw pain burn across his back like the sting of salt water on a cut as it cut away at his skin. By five, he realised that Benn was very good at this.
Too good.
He could feel blood dripping down his back in small rivulets of crimson. At ten he was shaking slightly, glad for the rope that bound his wrists to the beam of wood. Each sharp crack of the whip caused him to writhe and press against the cross a little, salt water only once leaking out a tiny bit from the corner of his eye. Remembering Shanks' advice, he took deep breaths in-between each blow.
The fifteenth was by far the most painful, as it seemed to almost carve the flesh from his bones, driving the punishment home as he threw his head back and bit down as hard as he could on the piece of shirt in his mouth to keep himself from yelling aloud in pain.
Then there was nothing.
No whistling, no sharp cracks of the whip. Instead just the quiet whispering that he could only just make out as Shanks asking Benn to leave them alone. Breathing heavily, Zoro felt the rise and fall of his shoulders, and they too felt heavy. When Shanks undid the knots of the rope that bound him, his arms fell limply to his sides and he himself nearly collapsed now that his support had gone.
The whipping had numbed his mind, so much so that his body could not respond quick enough and had it not been for Shanks grabbing his midriff and holding him upright, he would have fallen. Carefully, Shanks all but dragged him into a small room with a shower-head located inside it.
Taking the shower-head off of its stand, Shanks turned it on and waited until the heat flowed through it before allowing it to run over Zoro's back. The boy flinched, arching his back in pain as he gasped and lurched forwards, resting his head against the wall in front of him as he grimaced.
"Woah there kid, s'alright. You took it well." Shanks reassured him gently, being careful as he washed the blood off of Zoro's back and cleaned the cuts. "Those'll heal tomorrow almost overnight if you bandage them tight tonight and get a good rest tomorrow. I'll ask Coby to bring your breakfast or something."
Zoro smiled lightly and tried to say something, but the water running down his back felt oddly relaxing and he closed his eyes, allowing tiredness to overtake him as the world turned black and sleep overcame him.
Well that was a depressing end of chapter.
Here's something to cheer you up, if you watch Supernatural and Doctor Who that is.
A take on the Taylor Swift song:
She wears short skirts
I wear trench coats,
She's cheer captain
and I AM THE ONE YOU GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PEREDITION
Also:
If weeping angels only move when you're not looking, then nobody has ever seen the way they move… so for all we know, they could skip or twirl or aggressively chicken dance toward a person, just really quickly...
I know it wasn't as large as the normal chapters, but I wanted to update tonight. ='3
Kai XxxXxxX
(P.s; I'll try and update again soon!) ^_^