A/N: Heh, so here's the next chapter. "I Need You Tonight," by Backstreet Boys! Haha, this can't even be denied from being called an amazing song. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nada.

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Chapter 12: I Need You Tonight

"So how do you like this dress?" Senna asked as she twirled around in a circle. Ichigo smiled and nodded.

He walked up to her and put his arms around her waist, "Anything on you would be beautiful." She giggled and captured his lips.

"Are you sure?" she asked again. "I want to look good for your sisters."

He furrowed his eyebrows with a smile still on his lips. His arms were still wrapped around her waist. "Why? You don't have to impress them, ya know."

She shrugged, "I know, but… I can't help it! I want them to like me!" she said throwing a nervous fit.

He laughed, "You'll be fine. If I like you, then you should have nothing to worry about," he said kissing her on her forehead and then letting go of her.

He walked towards the door of her bedroom and then turned around. "I've got to go talk to Urahara about some business. So I'll call you when I'm done, okay?"

She nodded with a smile and watched him leave her sight.

He stood in the office wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a t-shirt with a band advertised on it. He sighed, "Well you're my damn manager. You're supposed to tell me when we changed the time of our meeting. You think I have some telepathic powers? 'Cause I don't!"

"Take a breath, Ichigo. It was a simple mistake. I trust you won't do it again," Urahara said casually with his feet up on his desk.

"It wasn't my mistake, you damn whack job! Take some responsibility for once!" the orange headed man yelled back.

"Well there's no need to lose your head about it. I mean, you did mess up your chances of going on tour for months out of the country, but that's nothing to get upset about," the older man said lazily as he yawned. To put it simply, his manager was a little too lazy to have this kind of job. He spoke and acted like a surfer, yet somehow was a very suspicious and sneaky man.

Ichigo slammed his fists on his manager's desk. "Damn it, Urahara! What were you thinking?!"

Urahara stood up from his chair and looked the younger man in the eyes seriously, until a smirk took over his face. "I was thinking, 'what is my client doing being late for such an important meeting?'"

Ichigo growled through his teeth. "Bastard," he mumbled.

At that moment, Yoruichi came walking into the room. "Oh. Are you two in a meeting?" she asked as she hesitated going further into the room.

Urahara looked around the very angry musician and delivered a huge smile at Yoruichi. "No, no. Come in, my dear."

Yoruichi raised an eyebrow as she began to walk in, "How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"I'm sorry, my pet," he said turning back to Ichigo before she could protest yet another nickname. "So it looks like you won't be doing much traveling now, huh?" he asked as he took his seat again.

Yoruichi stood beside Ichigo with a questionable look. "What's going on?" She had come to deliver some photos for Urahara's next issue of Fallen Angel, but due to the fact that the three had known each other for years, casual conversation wasn't out of the ordinary.

"He didn't tell me that the time of our meeting changed, so now I'm deprived for touring out of the country," Ichigo said bitterly.

Yoruichi looked at Ichigo curiously, "But it's not like you haven't done that before. You did it two years ago."

"Yeah, but I had to cut it short. Plus, you can't ignore fans just because they are a bit farther away than others."

Yoruichi gave an apologetic face, which wasn't very believable. "I'm sorry," she said in a dramatic sad tone. She then turned to Urahara, "So I brought you some pictures for the next issue."

"Ah," the manager and magazine editor said as he took the envelope.

"Wait a minute," Ichigo interrupted. "That's it? You don't have anything else to say?" he asked angrily.

Urahara pretended to think for a moment, "Hmm. Nope," he said bringing his attention back to the envelope.

Yoruichi then brought up a point to the furious orange haired man. "This means you won't be traveling with Senna now, doesn't it?" she said in a curious and almost excited tone.

Ichigo was now confused, "What?"

"Yes," Urahara said as he continued to look through a pile of pictures. "I heard she signed onboard yesterday for that tour you would have been going on."

Ichigo's mouth fell open. "You knew she had decided to do this; knowing that I could have gone and toured with her, but you still didn't tell me?!"

Urahara shook his head with his eyes still glued to the pictures, "Should have kept that in mind before you showed up late."

Ichigo glared extremely hard. He took a deep breath and spoke through his teeth. "If I didn't owe you anything and if I didn't have an idiot as a father that loved you, you would be dead right now."

The older man laughed, "You are so cruel, Kurosaki."

Ichigo began to walk away, "How about you call me the next time I forget before I show up too late?"

"Good idea. I'll be in touch then!" he said perkily as Ichigo slammed the door behind him.

Yoruichi smiled mischievously at him. "You are a very sneaky man, Kisuke."

He leaned back in his chair with a grin. "What ever do you mean, my dear?" he said innocently.

She rolled her eyes at the nickname, "You purposefully wanted him to not go on tour."

He pretended to be surprise. "Me? Want Ichigo to stay here? Now why would I want that?" he ended with a smirk.

"Oh, I don't know," Yoruichi began in the same attitude as she sat down on the corner of his desk, "Maybe because a certain female singer will be away for weeks at a time and a particular writer's love interest has been away?"

Urahara raised an eyebrow with his smile never leaving his face, "What's your point?"

"What are you planning, Kisuke?" she asked with a seductive look.

"I'm not planning anything." He then pretended to gasp. "What do you think Kurosaki's planning?"

She shook her head at the man in front of her.

The room was completely dark. The shades hadn't been raised for days now. She had made her far journey back to her home town in secret the day she found out. It was always said to her that she was a strong person; someone that could take any hit and still be standing afterwards. There was proof of that; just ask any of her friends that were around her for the past few years. But it had been four days and she had failed to find the strength she needed. It had been four days and she had failed to ask for help; she would deal with this on her own like she always did.

Ichigo was frustrated. He couldn't believe how idiotic that man could be. And not to mention the fact that Senna had not told him of her scheduling to tour out of the country. She wouldn't usually do something like that. He needed a pick-me-up. So he went to his favorite coffee shop and got himself a java chip frappuccino.

He sat at a corner table and rolled his neck along his shoulders with his eyes closed. It was stressful. What would happen now that Senna was leaving for weeks and he was staying there? They had only been dating for a few months and he wondered if it was strong enough to last something like this. Not to mention Urahara had screwed him of a career opportunity.

"Hey there Ichigo," he heard from his side. He opened his eyes cautiously and looked in the direction of the voice.

He gave a nod, "Rangiku. What's goin' on?"

"Nothing really. I'm getting a cup of coffee. Gin is in the bathroom," she replied casually. "Are you okay? You look a little stressed out."

He sighed heavily. "I'm fine. Just wantin' to kick Urahara Kisuke's ass, but nothin' new there."

Rangiku frowned. "Are you okay?" she repeated.

He put on a fake reassuring smile, "I'm fine." Then, Gin walked up with his usual sinister smile that gave you a bad impression.

"Ichigo Kurosaki! Fancy meeting you here," he said as he placed his arm around Rangiku's shoulder.

Ichigo glared; not being able to help it due to the sleazy look of the man in front of him. "Yeah. How ya doin', Gin?"

He shrugged with his smile not changing, "Doesn't matter. I'm with Ran right now. Couldn't be better."

Rangiku leaned into him more from his comment, which made Ichigo want to vomit. No one liked the couple. He was such an ass to her before. He probably hadn't changed a bit, regardless of what he may have told Rangiku. Everyone couldn't believe she took him back.

"Well we better get goin'," Gin added. Rangiku looked sadly at Ichigo again, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Ichigo smiled again, "I'm fine. Go ahead. I'll talk to ya later." She smiled at him in return, but then remembered something. "Oh, have you talked to Rukia lately?"

He frowned curiously, "No. I haven't."

Rangiku sighed. "She hasn't talked to anyone in a few days now. She's not answering her phone and a few of us have tried seeing her at her place, but it looks like no one's home."

Ichigo frowned even more. "You haven't heard anything?"

"No. That's why I was asking you," she said with a sigh. "Well I'll see ya later then," she said with a wave. "You sure you're alright?"

Ichigo smiled again, "Yes, yes. I'm fine. Get out of here already!" he yelled jokingly. She laughed and then the two left. Ichigo's smile fell from his face as their backs were now to him.

He stretched in his chair as he took his last chug of his caffeinated delight. Then, his cell phone began to ring. He reached into his pocket and held it in front of him as he read the name on the LCD screen. Ichigo was surprised to see the name and hesitated in answering. He felt an immediate feeling of worry work through his system; something he didn't expect. Then, he picked it up. "Hello?"

There was silence. He knew someone was on the other side of the phone, but they had not spoken. "Rukia?" he added after not getting an answer. Then, the call was disconnected.

Ichigo brought his phone away from his ear and looked down at the screen where it read 'call ended.' He frowned and called her back, but it went straight to voice mail. He hung up before he heard the beep.

Ichigo thought about it for a moment. He stared at his empty cup as he decided what to do. And then, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hey Senna," he said urgently. "I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cancel our plans tonight. Something came up."

She was sitting on her couch in the dark. It was in the middle of the afternoon, but she had no idea of time with her residence blocked off from the world.

Her face was buried into her hands as she was hunched over on the edge of her seat. There she sat in a t-shirt and short shorts; one of the loungy outfits she had been wearing in the past few days. She felt as if her world had come tumbling down. Hope was something she had little faith in now and she suddenly believed she held a heavy weight on her shoulders.

It had been a downward spiral ever since she got the phone call. Her eyes had become so red. She had not gotten any sleep and although it would have been normal that she felt sadness to the point of crying her eyes out, she had yet to portray any emotion. It was as if she had become numb.

Then, the doorbell rang. She lifted her head slightly up out of her hands and looked at the door with a questionable look. The young woman made no attempts in communicating with a single soul during these past few days. To be quite honest, she didn't know how they would react to her. She knew she wasn't in the right state of mind, so she kept herself away from the world to avoid causing any sort of damage that she wouldn't want to be held responsible for.

But it had been four days now and she had only gotten worse. She wanted to reach out for help, but she was never good at doing that sort of thing. She was always the shoulder for everyone else to cry on, but when it came to herself, she had learned to keep it all inside. Although there was one person that could always get her to spill her guts, but that was different. Time has gone by and she shouldn't expect him to come running every time she needs him.

She looked at the door as the inner fight continued inside; whether or not to have the courage to ask for someone else to help her. Her thoughts began to run wild until the doorbell rang again. She closed her eyes tightly from the stinging of her eyes and clenched her fists as she took a swallow. Then, she stood up and walked in a determined manner towards the door.

The doorknob was right there and her hand was reaching out towards it, but she stopped in mid reach. Her mind began to fight with her body, but knocking was then heard on the door. She took a deep breath and turned the doorknob; secretly thankful for her persistent visitor to keep her on track.

Open up your heart to me
And say what's on your mind, oh yes
I know that we have been through so much pain
But I still need you in my life this time

She opened the door and was shocked to see him staring down with his amber eyes looking deep into her soul. She saw just how worried he seemed to be through his face, posture and movement. "Ichigo," she softly said with both shock yet expectancy.

"Rukia, what's goin' on?" he said with his voice being the finishing touch to break her icy exterior.

Her body felt like it could collapse, but her stubbornness kept her defiant even after opening the door. "What are you talking about?"

He sighed and continued staring sadly at her. He looked exactly how she should be. "You haven't talked to anyone in four days," he looked behind her and saw the dark house. "And your house looks vacant," he said walking in past her and looking around to see if she indeed had been living in it.

And I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
I really need you tonight

Rukia sighed heavily and shut the door. She then walked her way back in front of Ichigo to stop him getting too far into her domain. His eyes met hers again and he spoke again, "Tell me what's wrong."

She looked away from him. She couldn't take his stare. It was too penetrating. He could easily get it out of her as long as her eyes stayed on his, but things shouldn't be as simple as they used to be. Things were different. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I figured out what to say to you
But sometimes the words they, they come out so wrong, always they do
And I know in time that you will understand
That what we have is so right this time

"Look at me," he said softly. He could see how withdrawn she was and it only reminded him all too much of himself; back when he gave up on everything.

She had refused his command and instead frowned slightly. He took a step closer to her, placed his hand under her chin and moved her head from the side to look back at him. Her heart fell deep into her stomach when his caring touch melted her skin. His fingertips were on fire and she knew everything she had created in the past four days was being boiled away. "Please," he said with his voice incredibly soft. "You don't have to do this to yourself."

And just like that, her eyes filled with water and her throat began to clog up. "My-" she began but found her jaw was now trembling. "Hisana's… gone."

And I need you tonight
I need you right now
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right

Ichigo felt the pang in his chest. His mouth fell open and his hand dropped from her chin as he watched the raven haired woman in front of him hug her stomach with her head bowed down towards the floor. His fists had subconsciously clenched and as he saw her begin to sob, he knew he needed to do something. He slowly reached out and began to place his hand on her shoulder, but once his fingertips began to touch her, she threw herself against him with her palms and forehead placed on his chest.

All those endless times we tried to make it last forever more
And baby I know
I need you
I know deep within my heart
It doesn't matter if it's wrong or right
I really need you, oh

He was shocked for the first millisecond, but his arms found their way to wrap her in a tight embrace. She was letting it all out now. He felt her long awaited tears soak through his cotton tee and her fists grip handfuls of the cloth. He then knew what to do. He pushed her away.

Her chest immediately filled up with regret as the thought of rejection flooded her mind. But then, he gracefully tilted her back and scooped her up with one arm under her knees and the other supporting her side against his body.

She swallowed and spoke through sobs, "Ichigo- what are- doing?"

He began to walk up the stairs, "I'm bringing you to your bed."

Rukia didn't question it, despite her normal rebellion and began to cry against him again as he made his way towards her room. He placed her gently on top of the covers and watched as she curled up into a ball. He then walked to the other side of the bed and sat down at the edge.

She sniffed a few times. "What are you doing?" she asked weakly.

I need you tonight (I need you, oh I need you baby)
I need you right now (It's gotta be this, it's gotta be this)
I know deep within my heart
No, it doesn't matter if it's wrong or it's right
All I know is baby

"I'm taking off my shoes," he said as he kicked them off and then lied down on the bed next to her.

He lied down with his hands folded behind his head and looked up towards the ceiling. Her jaw trembled as another wave of emotions came flooding through her body. She closed her eyes tightly to prevent an outburst.

Then, she felt her body being pulled towards the center of the bed. Her eyes snapped open and she saw his hand gripping onto her shoulder, pulling until her face lay on his hard, yet comforting chest. Her mouth hung slightly ajar as her eyes remained surprised in shock as her hand rested flatly on his chest in front of her face.

"Stop. Just stop already. Who are you trying to impress? I'm the only one here and I know it's not me," he said in an amused manner. "Everyone knows that Rukia Kuchiki is strong," he began as she felt his chin rest gently on top of her head. "But even the strongest are left vulnerable at some point."

She felt her barrier begin to break once again before he spoke one last time with his words so penetrating and effective that her hand on his chest gripped his shirt in her fist. "Don't hold anything back."

I really need you tonight

And that broke her. Despite her continuous rants of convincing herself that things were different, at the end of the day, everything that happened seemed to prove her wrong every time. For example, she needed him more than ever and he came running; something that she somewhere deep down wished he hadn't done, but was more than grateful for his comforting touch and ability to shatter her defense mechanism to any emotional breakdown.

So there they lay. Hours could have passed, but time was irrelevant at this point. His arms were wrapped around her body as she continued to cry on his chest. But after some time, her sobbing died down and they were left in a comfortable silence with her occasional sniff.

Finally, she spoke with a soft and quiet voice. "Why did you come here?"

His chin still rested on the top of her head as he replied back calmly. "I heard from Rangiku that no one has heard from you in a few days. And when you called me, I felt like something was wrong. But when I picked up, you hung up. I had to see if you were alright."

She responded in silence. After a few minutes, she spoke again. "I went to Karakura the day I got the call. That was probably about four days ago. It's hard to judge time when you haven't really been sleeping," she said in the same soft and calm voice.

Ichigo just listened quietly as she continued to talk. "I raced there as if there was a purpose," she said in with a chuckle to explain her feeling of being ridiculous. "They told me she had died and I took the first plane back home as if someone needed me there, like someone was waiting for me."

She laughed again, "The only thing waiting for me was the sudden burden that's left on my shoulders."

"What burden?" Ichigo asked quietly.

Rukia hesitated, but then answered him, "I'm the only one left."

Ichigo's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but his question was answered before he could ask.

"Everyone is gone. My parents, my sister. I'm the only one. Of course Byakuya is still my family, but I'm the only blood relation to my family history. I feel like it's all up to me to make sure we don't die out." She subconsciously traced her fingers across his cotton t-shirt as she spoke, not realizing the effect it was having on Ichigo's calm. Shivers continued to shoot up his spine.

"Byakuya will never move on. He loved Hisana so much," she said with a sad smile. "He showed up for the funeral just in time. I don't really know how he found a way home. Supposedly he was in the middle of a crucial mission, so it's a wonder how he found out. But there he stood staring down at her coffin with his usually lifeless eyes, yet somehow I felt like I could see the desire he had to hold her in his arms one last time. I don't know," she explained softly.

"All I know is that I never saw him so weak; so vulnerable before. Even when the accident happened, he looked down at her lying in that same bed where she lay for more than a decade and he smiled the slightest bit with love radiating off him. Now," she stopped as the sad smile fell from her face. "I watched him clench his fists until his knuckles were beyond white. I know he blamed himself. Why? I don't really know. He must have felt like he failed to make her better."

Ichigo began to slowly and gently run his fingers through her raven locks that rested on her shoulder. Rukia had failed to register this; subconsciously thinking it was normal. "But how could he even take on such a burden? It doesn't make any sense. It wasn't even his fault. He stayed by her side since the beginning. He's done more than enough," she said with pity dripping from her tongue. "So now that there's no reason for him to be so cautious when he's away, I feel as if I have lost everyone," she said shamefully.

"And there's that one fact of never being able to hear what she thought of my constant rambling when I visited her. Was she proud of me? Did I do everything I could to prove I was an acceptable sister?" She paused. "I needed her so much. Even though she couldn't reach out and hold my hand or say a single word, she was still someone that I depended on. I barely remember the sound of her voice, yet I feel as if I could imagine her talking to me; telling me everything would be alright." She sniffed again, "But now I'll never be able to hear her voice outside of my own head. She's gone," she ended softly.

His chest ached from her words. He could only relate with the loss of his mother all those years ago. He closed his eyes to push back the pain he went through.

"I'm the only one left and soon there will be no one." She frowned and clenched her fist on his chest as her voice became bitter. "I won't ever have a family. I won't ever let anyone in. And I won't ever fall in love."

After a few seconds past and the sorrow that filled his chest began to settle, Ichigo finally spoke. "Do you honestly think Byakuya has no incentive to come home anymore?" he asked so softly and innocently that she could have mistaken him for a child. "Hisana was the love of his life, but you are his sister; blood or not. He loves you, Rukia and he will always be your family." He paused, "But not only that, don't you know how much all of your friends care about you? You've known them since you were a kid and they'd do anything for you. Is that not a family?" he asked in the same soft but effective voice.

He continued, "And letting people in hasn't ever been you're strong point," he paused again. "But you've always let me in. Doesn't that count for something?" He had a small smile on his face even though she couldn't see, "Maybe you're being too hard on yourself."

He felt her take a deep breath and heard her sigh heavily as her fingers began to dance across his chest again. The orange headed man spoke yet again with his face now serious as he kept his chin on her head. "And you really can't predict if you'll ever fall in love. Maybe one day, when you least expect it, you'll run into some lucky guy who you'll immediate give your whole heart to. That is… if you haven't already run into him."

Rukia's breath caught in her throat. Her back stiffened. Her fingers stopped their constant movement. Her skin tingled. And her heart paused before going erratic.

Ichigo smiled sadly, "Shuuhei's one lucky guy." And just like that, her heart fell deep into her stomach. She swallowed hard to keep her emotions in check. Then, she pushed off of him gently and sat up for the first time in hours. Her piercing violet eyes stared into his shielded ambers as she searched for a certain emotion. What emotion she was searching for was beyond her knowledge, but she knew that throbbing in her chest; that yearning she so desperately wanted to fulfill.

She slowly leaned towards him as he watched her without flinching or reacted at all. But when she got inches from his face, her arms swung around his neck as her head rested over his shoulder. She hugged him tightly, "Thank you," she said sincerely in his ear as her eyes remained tightly shut.

He smiled softly as he slowly embraced her back. "Anytime, shorty."

Rukia couldn't help but smile at his sudden joking attitude before pulling herself away from his warm embrace; something she immediately missed. She chuckled as she looked into his caring eyes. "Always running out of nowhere and saving the day," she said as she shook her head and a smile played across her face.

Ichigo smirked in return and casually reached up and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, leaving her feeling a sensation from his touch and her breathing hitching. "Somebody's got to do the dirty work."

Rukia broke eye contact, not being able to take the intensity of his eyes and conceal her uncontrollable emotions at the same time. Then, another uncontrollable factor came into play as a muffled sounds was then heard.

"When's the last time you ate?" he asked with a laugh causing her to look back up at him.

She smiled sheepishly at him as he began to make his way off the bed. "I'll order a pizza," he said making his was out of the room.

"Where are you going?" she asked confused to why he left the room.

He walked back into the doorway, "I was going to throw my shirt in your dryer real fast." He smirked at her, "Its a little damp."

Then, she noticed his shirt was indeed wet and sticking to his chiseled upper body. She blushed and looked away. He chuckled, "Don't worry about it, midget. You shouldn't be embarrassed when you've gone through losing your bathing suit top in the pool filter. This couldn't beat that. Not by a long shot."

Rukia immediately opened her mouth from shock and then threw a pillow in his direction causing him to dodge out of the way. "I told you never to bring that up! And I know you told Kaien!" she yelled as she heard laughing down the hall.

He jogged down the stairs with a grin on his face and made his way towards the laundry room. On his way he pulled out his phone, called his favorite pizza place stored in his phone and ordered an extra cheese and bacon pizza. He knew it was her favorite.

He stood in front of the dryer as he watched his shirt spin in a circle through the clear window. The air conditioned house left him with the occasional shiver due to his shirtless upper body.

His thoughts were carried away even though his gaze was settled on the machine. When he woke up this morning he knew what was planned. He would go to Senna's for a little bit, then see Urahara about a meeting and then go out to dinner with his sisters and Senna. He would slowly introduce his girlfriend into his family. It was a big step; a step he had been trying to avoid for a few months now. But how much longer could he push it off without giving her the wrong idea? He had to commit. There wasn't a reason for him not to.

But as he stood in her laundry room, staring at her dryer with his shirt inside, he found it ironic that after all his effort to move forward on that particular day, all he ended up doing was going backwards. And for once in a very long time, it didn't seem all that bad to him.

His eye caught a vase of violets sitting on a table in the hallway and he smiled. She really hadn't changed. He could picture this exact moment, only both of them being four, maybe five years younger. He would be standing, waiting for his clothes to dry after they had been caught by an unexpected thunderstorm and she would be waiting for him in her room. The sight of flower vases filled with violets of a purple so beautiful that it could only remind him of her eyes, was around every corner in her childhood house. She only lived with Byakuya, who was away often, so the decorating was all her doing.

He would wait patiently, pick out a single flower from the closest vase and smell it deeply. It was a natural, relaxing and sweet smell; a smell that reminded him of an all too familiar raven haired girl waiting for him upstairs. He would stand there with the flower in his hand, a smile on his lips as he pictured her with a blanket wrapped tightly over her shoulders as she shivered from being soaked. He would be looking forward to keeping her warm.

But now he stood there, subconsciously having walked in front of the vase. He reached down, pulled out a single violet and smelt it, closing his eyes in the process. It brought back all those memories that he thought were long ago buried. But as the beeping of the dryer was heard, signaling its end, he was brought back to the present.

After putting on the now warm shirt he made his way back upstairs. He began to turn into the room saying, "The pizza should be here in about fif-" he cut himself off.

His eyes settled on her carefree body. She lied on her bed with her face in his direction. "-teen minutes," he finished softly as he began to smile at her long over due rest. He stepped closer and looked down at her facial expression. She looked free of any past pain. Free from any worries or fears. He hesitantly raised his hand and caressed her soft porcelain cheek. When he pulled away, a smile appeared across her rose colored lips.

Ichigo smirked and placed the single violet a foot away from her face on the bed. He took a step backwards and sat down in the same arm chair from the few nights before. "Take your time," he said softly as he picked up to read what was responsible for her success.

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Mhm. Two significant things happened in this chapter, well three if you divide things up. So hope you liked it. Later