Foreword: So last chapter I warned you that I didn't like 21. But it isn't as bad as I remember, so...that's good:D It actually has fluff in it at the very end. We haven't had that for too long! That's not saying this is like...the best chapter ever or anything...but it's fun. Peach is fun.

I won't bother you much longer, go ahead and read. Sorry it took this long to get it up!

And as a disclaimer, nothing's mine still.

Kammy's dream was a lot more vivid than usual. Usually, like most magikoopas, she dreamed of her subconscious, everything on her mind blurred together as if a casserole. Over the years she had gained the ability to focus more, sometimes even solving problems in her sleep she could never face in reality.

Today she was sorting over a problem with Bowser and, as she tried to focus her dream, his face grew more and more vivid. His booming voice was more and more clear. She had almost clarified his face to the point where she could make out his pupils when his voice began to be crystal-clearly shouting insults at her.

She frowned and rustled in her sleep, murmuring "no, no, that's not right…" as she tried to refocus her dream. Against her wishes, his insults were only getting clearer and his face less. Then, with a stinging pain in her arm, Kammy awoke and her vision instantly changed from a muddy blend of a vauge Bowser's face to the real one, very real indeed as he scowled at her, his claws inches from the part of her arm he had just pinched.

"Hey hag, how're the kids doing?" He glowered at her. "I suppose you were playing hide-and-go-seek for the last few hours and you got a bit carried away counting?"

Kammy rustled uncomfortably under Bowser's gaze. She knew she was in more trouble than she could imagine…dozing off on the job earned her a big enough flagging- not watching Bowser's kids was as bad as treason. "Er, sire…"

He glared at her, his eyes burning and his mouth as well; smoke trailing out of his nose. "You'd better get all eight of them in the Private Main Hall in two minutes or I'll burn you so badly your ashes will evaporate." He gave her another threatening snarl before turning around and…and leaving.

Kammy sat up in her easy chair. "Wait, your dreadfulness?" What was going on? A threat and only one insult? That was an easier lay-off than she got for walking on the wrong side of the hallway the week before!

Bowser's mane bristled as he turned around to face his magikoopa assistant. "Yes?" he seethed.

"Well I…I…um…don't you think…"

Bowser obviously knew what she seemed worried about. He raised a bushy eyebrow and said, "Do you really want me to give you the punishment you deserve, you worthless witch?"

"Er…no, I think I'm good…"

Bowser glared at her, his eyes flicking to the huge clock nearby. "Then you'd better get moving. You've got a minute-fifteen."

Kammy blinked as Bowser stormed down the hall and out of the room. He was obviously furious, but something was stopping him from being the normal unfeeling tyrant he usually was when angry. She concluded that it must be Peach…even if he wasn't skipping down the halls love-struck, her very presence was influencing him.

She thought it was ironic; the woman Kammy hated so much was the reason she still had all her limbs. Kammy shook her head a little bit before teleporting away to find the koopalings. Even if the king was happy…best not to push it. He wasn't one to give any lee-way.

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Daisy ran into her room, Luigi just behind her, as she rambled on about something he couldn't quite catch. Finally in her room she stopped abruptly, Luigi crashing into her just a bit. Daisy didn't notice, or didn't care, because she just told him to find the phonebook.

"Where is it-a?" He asked, scanning the yellow bedroom for any sign of it.

"I don't know, that's why you're finding it! I need to find the gems of Bahurspat."

"Bless-a you," Luigi murmured as he set about looking.

"What? No! Bahurspat is the king of Tzitzilow. Neighboring country."

Luigi looked over his shoulder as he asked, "You sure you didn't-a sneeze that-a time either?"

Daisy rolled her eyes, though Luigi couldn't see it. "Yes, I'm sure. Now get looking!" Her voice was slightly muffled as she was now on hands-and-knees, peering under tables and chairs for her goal.

They spent a few minutes looking until Daisy finally gave a victorious "aha!" Momentarily forgetting she was several feet deep into the underside of her bed, she tried to stand up and received a rather loud bonk to the head. Thankfully, her hairspray-drenched hairdo gave her a bit of a cushion from the steel bed-frame.

Luigi looked over his shoulder, still searching Daisy's shelves for her phonebook, and saw her holding a rather humble shoebox. Her face was aglow as she ushered Luigi forward. "Come see this, they're so beautiful!"

Luigi stepped forward and watched Daisy gingerly lift the lid off the shoebox. Sitting neatly and cradled in various socks were four beautiful gems. They glimmered in shades of red, yellow, blue, and black, shaped like an oval, a diamond, a circle, and a triangle respectively.

As Luigi motioned to touch them, Daisy slapped his hand away. "Don't touch them," she hissed at him, although he had figured that from her violent reaction. "They're fabulous, aren't they? They're utterly priceless, Barhuspat said. Only ones like them in all the worlds….took hundreds of years of shaping by the most careful of jewelers in the hottest of the Tzitzilow volcanoes."

"So why are they in-a shoebox? Why-a not display them like-a they should-a be?"

"Because the castle workers wouldn't like me to have them anywhere near the castle, let alone displayed for the whole word to see. They're 'dangerous'," Daisy told him in a mocking voice.

Luigi almost bent to touch them again, but remembered Daisy's slap and pulled his hand back. "Are they?"

Daisy gave a half-shrug. "I guess. I mean, if you touch all four together it tears a hole in the space-time continuum and grants the holder total control over everything with a face in the two connected worlds."

Luigi looked at Daisy as if she were mad. "And you're-a keeping them in-a the same shoebox?"

Daisy pointed at the box with her free hand and said, "duh, that's why I put the socks in it! Besides, if they're too far apart for too long then they send everything within a 50-mile radius to the parallel world."

Luigi shook his head in shock at the four, unremarkable little gems. "And why did-a the king give-a these to you anyway?"

"For services to the king. I beat his cranky old uncle at golf."

"So he gave-a you the most-a powerful gems in-a the world?"

Daisy rolled her eyes. "Luigi, I'm sure they're not the most powerful gems in the world. Just…somewhere near the top. Besides, he probably gave it to me because he was afraid of how dangerous they are. And he probably figures if no one who actually plans on using them for total world domination knows I have them or where they are, might as well pass them off to me. And if I slip up, it's not his fault.

"Don't think you'd understand, Luigi. It's a diplomat thing. He says he trusts me to keep them safe; you're the first person I've even told about them. The maids don't clean under my bed since I hid that bouquet of piranha plants under there, so they're perfectly safe, just like I promised."

Luigi looked up at Daisy skeptically. "And what do you-a plan on doing with-a them?"

Daisy's eyes were glowing with excitement. "Ruin his trust." She grinned at Luigi's quickly paling face. "Did you find that phonebook yet?"

"Daisy, I don't-a think…."

Daisy ignored Luigi's plea of concern for the safety of humanity and took it to mean he hadn't. "Check in the drawer under the phone."

After sighing, Luigi drudged over to the drawer. He opened it and, lo and behold, in the most obvious place that he hadn't looked in, was the yellow phonebook. "I thought you-a said you didn't-a know where it was!"

Daisy shrugged, placing the gems on her bed. "I guess I remembered. Bring it over, hurry, hurry!"

Luigi followed her bidding, hoping and praying Daisy knew what she was doing. "Daisy, if you're-a going to risk-a the lives of everything-a, I don't-a think Mario's-a worth it."

She took the phonebook and leafed through it, skimming to the E's. "Oh please, not everything."

"'Everything that-a has a face'? That-a doesn't leave anything out. Anything. I think-a our old-a toaster had a face. It-a frowned when Mario burnt-a the toast."

She furrowed her brow, still fingering the pages. "Good point,"

"So you'll-a reconsider?"

Daisy laughed. "Luigi, something like me forgetting that the hills have eyes isn't going to back me down. Surely you know that by now?" Daisy gasped in pleasure as she found her target, her gloved finger dabbing a rather small ad in the Unique Desires section.

Luigi squinted to read the small text. Obviously the company didn't have the funds to purchase an ad-size comparable to the two sandwiching ads, "Everyday Yaks" and "Ew-be-gone- Blubber Removal Service".

Even squinting, it was hard to read the text. Luigi almost seemed to think that, perhaps, the owners of this business only wanted those who knew what they were looking for to be able to read it. Someone who would look for this, not someone flipping through a phonebook looking for a way to blow some cash. Like they almost didn't want as much business as possible.

Sure enough, the company Daisy was pointing to was none other than 'Evil-lains Inc.' "Daisy," Luigi started with a shaky voice, "I really-a hope you know what you're-a doing."

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Peach ran back down the halls she had scarcely just run up, clutching a tiny box and her dress at the same time. She skidded to a halt, waving her arms to stop her high-heels from sending her falling onto her rear. Peach took a deep breath as she entered the Private Great Hall.

Spreaded throughout the room were the koopalings, each interacting freely and happily. She noticed with a smile that it was easy to guess what each was doing, although they did seem a bit more anxious than usual.

Peach automatically rushed towards Kammy, wringing her wrinkled hands in the center of the spacious room. The magikoopa saw Peach approaching and gave a bit of a half-smile. Once the princess was in earshot, Kammy growled, "shouldn't you have been here ten minutes ago?"

Peach gestured to the box, quickly but neatly wrapped in a pink gift-wrap Peach always carried in her Princess in Emergency kit. "I needed… to get this… from my room." Peach was obviously winded, but Kammy ignored the clear effort.

"You should have had it with you. All the koopalings did," Kammy waved a hand towards the marble table piled high with gifts from Bowser's closest friends and family. "In fact, princess, you're the last to arrive. Except for His Horribleness himself, of course...and Kamek."

Peach raised an eyebrow as she continued trying to gain air. "Is Kamek… supposed to be here… before Bowser… too?"

Kammy looked slightly flustered as she fiddled with some papers. "Well, yes, but Kamek is an incompetent old fart, so he's expected to be late. You, however, miss perfectly prompt princess, assured us you'd be on time."

Peach took a deep breath, trying to ignore Kammy's attitude best she could. But something about Kammy's undying hate and Peach's frustration at her lack of appreciation made the princess snap.

"Look, Kammy, I know I may be stepping on some toes over here, but I didn't ask to be kidnapped again for vacation. Just because I'm enjoying myself and learning to appreciate you koopas as more than just mindless drones doesn't mean I'm going to start replacing you all. I'm not even supposed to care about Bowser's birthday, so you should be honored that I changed my mind about him enough to get a stupid gift, even if I am late. Isn't that what he always wanted? Isn't what he wants supposed to be what his people want too?

"Maybe it just bugs you that even if I was an hour late Bowser wouldn't care, but if you step just a toe out of line he'd kick you around the room. I didn't ask for that, either. So quit trying to make me feel like I'm hated here because we both know I'm not. I never did anything to hurt you, and sometimes things change. Maybe you should just accept that and move on.

"I'll probably never get you to like me, but I can get you to realize that I'm not a stupid pink doormat. I have feelings and I have a temper, so stay out of my way and I won't have to remind you that. If you don't get out of the dark ages and into a world of change, like the rest of us, you'll find yourself cold, old, lonely, and forgotten. What I can do to my enemies is a lot more than beat them to a pulp and incinerate them. But the power that princesses really have? Goes completely against code to use it. So don't you dare try and tempt me to ruin your life. You can't ever do it to me, so just stop trying."

Peach took a deep breath, beginning to feel aware of the nine wide pairs of eyes, watching her shake as she yelled. She felt a strange rush as the owners of eight of those pairs began applauding…soon, the koopalings had given their Mama Peach a standing ovation. She couldn't understand their calls and cheers; it took all her energy to try and hear them over the blood pounding in her ears.

Kammy felt a foreign wetness welling up in her eyes as she thought about what had just happened. The fact that she had been beaten by Peach in her own element, again, was almost too much for her to bear. It was perhaps even more embarrassing to be beat out in harsh words than in magic, but the words said were what hurt her the most.

Peach really had no idea how much power she had over Kammy, how fast she really could make Kammy 'cold, old, lonely, and forgotten'. And even though she had threatened about it rather dramatically, Peach wouldn't stop Kammy from trying to prevent that from happening. Her life had been perfectly wonderful before Peach came to be comfortably in the picture…it shouldn't be too hard to revert it back.

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"…alright, thank you very much…of course…that's right, as soon as possible…no no, that will be just fine, perfect in fact. Alright, see you then!...mmhmm…bye." Daisy triumphantly hung up the phone and grinned at Luigi. His face hadn't gotten any of its color back since he saw the number they were calling.

Daisy sighed. "Would you like me to explain so you can stop worrying so much?"

"Yes-a, please!"

Daisy eagerly grabbed a notebook and sat cross-legged, quickly illustrating as she explained out loud. "Okay, here's us and here's Mario…and here's the four gems of Barhuspat. Mario's not going to know it, but we're going to give one of the gems to my friend who works at Evil-lains Inc, one to one of my good friends, and one to Bahurspat himself.

"Evil-lains is actually government-run, but none of its clients know that. We built it as a trap to give potential villains a "safe-haven" where we can keep close tabs on them and arrest them the moment they start being…well…evil. Anyway, the gem we have there will attract one of the clientele, and he'll want the other gems, obviously. So he'll go to Bahurspat and steal his gem just before we go there to have a visit.

"When we get there, it'll be all 'oh no what now' and Mario will want to get the other gem before the villain-guy does. Hopefully we'll get it before the villain-guy, but it shouldn't really matter. That's why I'm gonna keep one just in case. Then Mario will want to get the last two gems from the villain-guy, and the villain-guy will want the two we have, so we'll have this battle thing or whatever. Mario will win, the villain will go to jail, and the gems will go back in their shoebox."

Luigi looked at the notebook, stick-figures, circles, and arrows creating an almost intelligible mess. He frowned up at the beaming princess, unsure what to say. "Are you-a sure this is-a going to work?"

"Has Mario failed before?"

"Well…no…but we-a don't-a want to risk anything-a…"

"So you understand it? You love it?" Luigi grimaced down at the mess of pencil, but before he could reply, Daisy jumped up and grabbed his hand. "Good! Because we're pitching it to Evil-lains in three minutes."

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It had taken Kamek a shockingly short amount of time to get the room in order once he and Bowser arrived. Bowser's entry had caused a flurry of excitement from the koopalings, along with four different play-by-plays of Kammy and Peach's rather one-sided argument.

Now, after Kamek had employed his well-practice art of blending magic and discipline, the group of eleven sat in a large circle. Everyone had their own chair, Bowser's profile carved into the backs of each of them, faux-claws perched on the ends of the arms. The koopalings were restless, but no one looked quite as excited as Bowser.

Peach could tell this was his favorite part of his birthday. Not only was Bowser receiving gifts and tokens of admiration and adoration, but he was surrounded by the people he loved best. Of course, Peach doubted Bowser would admit that was why this was his favorite part, but…she could tell. As he snapped angrily at a very restless Bowser Junior, she didn't miss his eyes glimmering and his tail twitching, just as restlessly as his son's.

Bowser unnecessarily cleared his throat, an almost evil grin spreading his face as he anxiously rubbed his hands together. "Alright, Kamek, you old geezer. You're first up."

"Dey pass out dah gifts in old-te-youngest…in case ya wanted te' know," Roy murmured to Peach. It was the first time for what seemed like weeks that Peach wasn't sitting next to Bowser- strangely enough, the circular seating was arranged in alphabetical order.

With a gracious nod, Kamek stood up and levitated his small gift-bag to the area. He nodded to Bowser, but didn't put it in his outstretched claw. Instead, Kamek placed the bag on the floor, stepping backwards from it as he threw primary-color shapes at it.

Suddenly, the bag grew into monstrous proportions. Whether Kamek had shrunk it to show off or for easier carrying, Peach wasn't sure. She also wasn't sure how on earth Bowser was supposed to open it.

The Koopa King, however, was clearly unfazed. He stood up and, with a single sweeping motion, tore the front right off the bag. Bowser grinned as the tissue paper fell down, exposing a gift that was a quarter of its bag's size. "Bluffing. Figures."

Kamek's eyes twinkled as he caught Bowser's small joke. Kamek stepped over towards him and pointed his staff at the gift, now open to the rest of the room. Standing in the midst of the dark-green tissue paper was an extremely handsome black shell, the finest of its kind and glittering with its many sharp, yet gentle stone cuts. It was lined with the smoothest pearl-colored lining, stunning and brilliant silver spikes studding it along the back. "It's a formal shell, your majesty."

Bowser's grin was spreading wider than he would have liked. "It's cool." He lifted it up, examining the soft inner-lining, touching the cold and pure stone back. His eyes flashed greedily as he noticed a very slight green tint to the black. "Did you get it for the ball thing?"

"I certainly had that in mind, sire. You like it?"

He obviously did. "Yeah, yeah sure." He smiled at the shell, adding, "This'll make me even sexier than I already am; that's pretty hard to do, I'm pretty dang sexy." He spread his sharp-toothed grin, soaking in the comments from the crowd. After a nod, he said, "Kammy, your turn. Better be good enough for me."

In a flurry of purple, Kammy stood up and summoned her gift. Hers was just as large as Kamek's, but instead was in a box. "Happy Birthday, your wretchedness!" Kammy gave a strained smile, obviously still upset. She quickly sat down, not bothering to stand next to Bowser as he opened the gift.

Inside the large box was a massive stone chair, a deep grey color with red padding along the seat, back, and even the front of the legs. The chair was covered in engravings of Bowser in various positions, a rather impressive likeness of him on the back of the chair. The arms, legs, and top of the chair all curled into claws, spiked wrist-bands surrounding them as well. The chair was probably wider than it was tall, but it was extremely impressive, and almost more frightening than Bowser himself.

Just as he had for Kamek's gift, Bowser grinned. He ran his claw along the seat cushion, pleasantly noticing that the padding went far beyond the chair's limit. He grinned at Kammy, telling her, "I always need more thrones. More ways for people to know I'm amazing! It's like furniture that is me."

Kammy beamed at Bowser. Not seeing Kammy's radiant reaction, Peach teased out-loud, "right, because none of the furniture in this palace have any sign at all that you're in charge." She smiled at Bowser and he grinned back, proudly. Kammy, however, either missed the light-hearted sarcasm or was upset Peach was taking away her moment of praise from Bowser.

She turned to face the princess, glaring hard. "He said he liked it, okay? Butt out."

Peach's smile faded. She opened her mouth to respond, but, not being able to think of anything she could say that wouldn't start another fight, resignedly closed it again.

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Presents continued in a similar matter for over an hour, Bowser thrilled with his very generous haul. Peach was skipped as Bower went directly from Kammy to Ludwig, accepting his pure chain-chomp-skin baton hesitantly. He was faster to take it when Ludwig explained that the baton could control hundreds of musicians with a single wave. He had told his father that the musicians were literally bound to the movements of the baton, and the one holding it controlled every single thing they did.

Lemmy got his father a live mutated rabbit, the family preferring not to ask where he could have possibly found one. Lemmy's gift spent the rest of the gift session foaming at the mouth, tearing at the feet of Kammy's chair, although it magically repelled any harm done to it. Bowser, although a bit repulsed by its lavender fur and bird-like front feet, was amused none-the-less.

Lemmy's gift distracted Roy so much he almost missed his turn, but he was quick to show off his certificate of ownership gift, having single-handedly gotten control of a small province of weedles for his father. However impressive his gift was, his attempt to convince Bowser to take Peach there as a romantic trip failed miserably. The other koopalings found the idea of an island of weedles being romantic incredibly amusing and did nothing but mock the idea.

Iggy's gift was rather impressive as well, being personally designed, built, and installed by the quiet genius. Iggy had created a machine that lined pools of lava, slowly chipping away the rock that formed along the edge and casting it to the center of the pool. According to Iggy, this would exponentially decrease the lava's specific heat, which would in turn cost the empire millions less every year, if it was installed all over the country. Bowser pretty much only smiled and nodded, expecting someone else to explain later.

Wendy was more excited about her gift than Peach had seen her about anything all week. By far it was the smallest gift yet, a tiny bottle of cologne that Bowser could hold in one hand. Wendy assured her father that it was especially made for him and him alone, apparently blending with his natural musk to create 'the most alluring scent there, like, could ever be'. Even with her hyperbolic nature, Wendy was never this thrilled. Bowser seemed curious, but tried to look as far from it as he could. Wanting to smell good was not a very evil trait.

Morton's gift was a rather crudely-carved bedside table, made to look like a koopa struggling in pain to hold up whatever was set on the table. It was actually hard to tell it was a koopa at all, let alone "a stupid weakling stupid-head koopa, pretty much dying holding up whatever crap he's holding up since he's such a stupid weakling koopa- the kind you crush all the time since they're stupid and weak". But the hand-carved aspect was shockingly sweet to Peach, especially the tiny engraving at the bottom that read "Happy brithday King Dad".

Larry had taken extra time and expense to find the perfect gift for his father, and was obviously not satisfied as he brought it out. But the boxing-practice set of punching bags, weights, and all other sorts of training equipment seemed to more than please Bowser. He seemed very anxious to try it all out, to 'practice up for next time I have to punch some idiot to a pulp', and especially anxious to beat the stuffing out of a rather life-like Mario dummy. His boyish excitement made Peach giggle, and she even recognized the Mario dummy as not a threat, but a source of humor.

Bowser Junior had run up to give his gift, an extremely detailed miniature version of Bowser himself. The miniature Bowser was electronic, with a remote that controlled his walking, roaring, running, and even bursts of flame. As Bowser used it to light a preoccupied Iggy on fire, he roared with laughter. Bowser's familiar evil chortle made shivers run over Peach's spine, but not in the paralyzing fear she once associated with the laugh- no, this was a different feeling completely.

Bowser seemed ready to issue them all away, and Peach realized he didn't think she had a gift at all. Peach quickly stood up, feeling his eyes turn to her. "Bower, wait." She needn't have said anything, however, because the koopa king had shut up the moment she had suddenly stood. She smiled and said, "I have a gift for you, too!"

Flustered, Bowser mumbled, "I thought my gift was you being here and coming to the ball with me…"

Peach shook her head and began her walk to get her own humble package among the extended family gifts Bowser wasn't going to open just yet. "I told you that wasn't good enough."

"Is it a kiss?" Bowser asked, a little too eagerly.

Peach was glad her back was turned to the audience-like family now- her face was positively burning. "No," she mumbled, "It's in a box."

Bowser was a bit put-out, but the idea of getting a gift from his wonderful, perfect princess was still overwhelming. His birthday was so dang good this year! It seemed to take Peach longer than any human could ever walk to get back over to him; his greedy outstretched claw was looking rather stupid with her so far away.

She placed the tiny pink box in Bowser's claw, her gloved fingers lingering on his before she pulled away to watch his expression.

Bowser lifted the box to his eyes, glaring at the tiny ribbon. The box was, by far, the smallest gift he had opened all day, and even more, the only one wrapped with tiny human fingers. He didn't dare maul the gift open…who knew what was inside, and it killed him to just imagine him destroying Peach's gift. "Is it supposed to be a puzzle or something to open the stupid thing?" he murmured, picking at the ribbon with his huge claws.

Finally, the pink tissue fell away and Bowser could lift the tiny white lid. Inside the box, glimmering and shining like the Mushroom Kingdom sky, was a perfect sapphire that rested on one of Peach's perfect dresses.

Bowser couldn't believe what was before his eyes. He tore his eyes from the stone to Peach's own eyes, matching the color perfectly. "You like it?" she whispered, knowing the answer already.

"I love it." Bowser grinned, not missing the obvious opportunity before him. "I love you."

Peach closed her eyes and smiled in silent laughter. "I know," she told him with a smirk, "You've told me." Bowser smiled back, turning his eyes back to the gem. Around the sapphire was a gentle golden outline, tiny etchings of flowers and vines seemingly describing his princess in only lines. "Look at the back," Peach ordered quietly.

Obediently, Bowser delicately flipped the sapphire over. His heart caught as he first noticed tiny swatches of pink silk where Peach couldn't separate the sapphire completely. Just like he thought, she had tore it from her very own dress for him. Then, what she had wanted him to see caught his eye.

Engraved in what was clearly Peach's handwriting, though scratchy and forced, read "To Bowser, on his Birthday, From Peach". Peach smiled as she told Bowser, "I ruined my best sewing needle for that."

Bowser looked up at Peach, grinning. "Thanks." He swallowed the lump in his throat, awkwardly aware of the aura of love that probably only extended so far in the room. More for the benefit of his family and his reputation, he added, "even though it's obvious I was worth it."

The onlookers laughed lightly with Peach and Bowser, but Bowser had already turned his eyes back to the simple sapphire. It meant so much to him, so little to the other people in the room.

It seemed like, at least for today, the only thing that could keep his eyes off his little stone Peach was the eyes he loved of the same color…the eyes he could look into without fearing anything all he wanted tonight. Tonight.

Author's Note: So did you like it? Did you guess Peach's gift? I know a few of you did...:P But I wasn't gonna change it to candy because it was guessable. (hahaha. Free cookies for anyone who gets that reference...and if you don't, go read up your BxP fanfics!)

Speaking of that, I just wanted to remind you guys how much I love y'all. My fans (still impossibly weird calling you guys that) are such an awesome group of people...I think you guys are the most attractive and wonderful folks in the whole internet with the biggest hearts ever. You guys make me keep writing, y'know that?

Next chapter is really only about three-quarters done and it's really only -okay-. But still fun. Most of it's based around the various side-stories, but that's just because I want to start the dance on chapter 23 so I need to fill space. Hah. I'm lame. Sorry. :P

(ew long a/n. Sorry about that. Hope it didn't put you off to much and that you'll still review...I love reviews. C:)

-Razzi