Chapter 6: Father

Strong, scented tendrils of smoke permeated the air. The smell made Jiraiya's eyes water but Gamabunta, who sat across from him comfortably on the grass, paid him no mind. The big, long pipe in his webbed crimson fingers crackled in the silence.

"So, what did you call me for, Jiraiya?" Gamabunta's loud, deep voice made the ground rumble and the trees shiver.

Jiraiya asked, "Before Minato died, did he tell you anything?"

Gamabunta took another long drag on his pipe and let a smoke ring form from between his lips. He answered him evasively, "Of course he did; I knew him for five years. Never could tell what that boy was thinking, pleasant enough though."

"But did he say anything in particular? About Naruto or the Kyuubi, maybe?" the toad hermit pressed further.

Gamabunta let out a great sigh. He touched his tongue to one of his thick red fingers so he could put out his pipe and it hissed like a snake as it was extinguished. It was slipped into the thick white band surrounding his waist and his great yellow unblinking eyes stared at the white haired man. He said nothing.

"Naruto's seal is breaking. I need to know if Minato told you anything," Jiraiya finally explained.

The toad boss answered, "Minato didn't tell me anything."

A great pang of disappointment formed deep inside Jiraiya's chest. After a long period of silence, he nodded eventually and dispelled Gamabunta with a gigantic cloud of smoke.

He was suddenly enveloped in a tight, warm embrace. After a moment's shock, Naruto realized that it was Minato hugging him but so strong was the shock that all he could do was stand stiffly. Eventually Minato pulled away and placed his heavy hands on Naruto's broad shoulders, meeting his cerulean gaze with his own searching sapphire one.

"Naruto, I'm so sorry, I should have thought everything through better because I didn't think that would happen and…my God, you're alright, aren't you?" Minato's words were rushed and stringed with concern. However, underlying them there was the unmistakable tone of relief.

"I'm fine," Naruto managed.

Minato's eyes flashed a cold, steely blue that sent shivers down Naruto's spine. They narrowed ever so slightly and Minato demanded, "Are you sure? You're not just lying to me so that I won't worry?"

Naruto had been shocked by the sudden change in character. Was this what it was like to have a father? Minato's searching gaze lingered and Naruto swallowed, trying to think of an answer. He honestly didn't know.

"I…I think I'm okay. It's kind of weird though; the only time Sakura's really nice to me is when I'm hurt. It must be some sadistic tendency women have," Naruto mused.

All traces of coldness slipped out of Minato's eyes to be replaced with amusement and his lips quirked into a smile. He released Naruto and said, "I think you might have a point there. Your mo- a woman I used to know was exactly the same."

Thankful Naruto hadn't caught onto his little slip, Minato was silently grateful Naruto wasn't too observant or curious. He would have had to ward off questions left and right if his son had been.

"Have you taken Sakura out on a date yet?" Minato asked and a slight flush spread across Naruto's face.

He stuttered, "N-not yet. I just got out of hospital and all and I kind of forgot…"

"Alright, then you still have hope. Women work in opposites you see. When they say yes, they mean no, and if they say no they mean yes. If they say they don't want to do something, they actually do want to do something and if you ask her for sex and she says no she actually just wants you to rip off her-"

"Ah! I don't want to know anymore!" Naruto clapped his hands over his ears in an attempt to drown out Minato.

Bursting into warm, deep throated laughter, Minato ruffled Naruto's hair fondly. Minato told him, "Well, when the two of you get married you'll be begging for my advice."

Very suddenly, the atmosphere sobered. The 'when' added to the beginning of Minato's sentence made all the difference and Naruto began to wonder if that when would ever come.

"Minato-san…what are we going to do about the Kyuubi?" Naruto asked quietly.

Minato realized his mistake and removed his hand from atop of Naruto's head. The smile faded from his face and he answered, "I have another plan but it won't work if you don't have enough chakra. Your chakra still hasn't completely returned and you need to be in top form if we want this to work. We'll try and work on it tomorrow."

"But the Kyuubi might not wait until tomorrow! It might take over me at any minute!" Naruto protested.

"If we can't do anything about it at the moment, then we can't. If we try and go through with my new plan in your current state, you'll end up having to use the Kyuubi's chakra and what happened last time will repeat again. Unless you want that to happen again, you have to wait," Minato explained patiently.

Bitter silence followed his words as Naruto came to terms with what Minato was telling him. A warm hand squeezed his shoulder, bringing him out of his reverie and Naruto's cerulean eyes met Minato's amused sapphire ones.

"Why don't you ask Sakura out on a date? You're going to have to wait until tomorrow anyways and who knows, maybe you won't need my advice on that anymore," Minato suggested with a teasing smirk.

Naruto became horribly embarrassed and managed to grumble under his breath, "Damn it, leave me alone."

Minato heard and he began to laugh loudly. The sound of Minato's warm laughter followed Naruto as he ran towards the wooden door, his face redder than a tomato.

Sakura's hospital shift ended at six, which meant Naruto had four more hours to kill before he decided to take Minato's advi- before he decided to ask Sakura out for dinner rather. Even just remembering the Fourth's smug face made his cheeks burn, but with anger or with embarrassment, he wasn't sure. Wandering the bustling streets of Konoha alone was something he was prone to doing and this time, he let his feet lead the way.

What should I do for four hours? Naruto wondered. He had already eaten at Ichiraku's for two hours and he didn't think he'd be able to go again, not because he was full but because he wouldn't have enough money. Training? No, he had just eaten and Tsunade would probably murder him if he tried with all his injuries anyways. Go talk to ero-sennin?

Naruto shivered inwardly. Where the hell had that one come from?

For a moment, Naruto longed to go see to Minato again. Then he remembered how the man had treated him and that thought was instantly cast into exile a long way away. Suddenly, a blast of cold air conditioning forced him to stop in his tracks. Glancing upwards in confusion, he realized he was in a place he normally tried his very best to avoid. He was in Konoha's library.

An aging kunoichi, who sat behind a large semi circular desk further ahead, raised her eyebrows at him. As Naruto walked past her with a trancelike look to his cerulean eyes, she shook her head in disbelief and ignored him. Naruto still had no idea what he was doing in the godforsaken library of all places and he stopped to recollect his thoughts.

Squinting his bright blue eyes slightly, he raised his thumb to his bottom lip to take his thinking position. It hadn't changed at all in the past few years. What was he doing here? Minato probably would know, but wait! How would Minato know? Wasn't Minato inside his head? But Minato was in the seal…but technically the seal and Naruto's mind were sort of the same…right? What the hell was Naruto thinking about? Gripping at his blonde hair in frustration, he let out a small whine of frustration.

Wait a minute, a burst of inspiration exploded in Naruto's mind, Minato's the Yondaime so there must be some information on him in the library, right?

Bringing his fingers together he whispered, "Kage bunshin no jutsu!"

Several clones formed around him in a poof of smoke and he quickly explained the plan. They all nodded and raced off, grabbing as many books as they could that looked remotely linked to the Yondaime or the Hokages. Settling down at the largest table, every Naruto was thrown a dodgy look from another library user and quickly the table he sat at was empty apart from eight orange clad ninja.

An hour later, the clones cried, "I found information on Minato!"

"Good job!" Naruto congratulated them and all of the clones beamed at each other, patting themselves the back. Dispelling all of his clones, he began to go through the new information in his head.

The Yondaime was one of the greatest ninja ever to have lived, but died at the tragic age of twenty five saving Konoha. It has been said that he was the most humane and down to earth Hokage. He graduated from the academy at the age of ten – ten?! – and developed two famed jutsus, Rasengan and Hiraishin. He was trained by Jiraiya – ero-sennin was his sensei? – and later on became the teacher of the famous copy-nin, Hatake Kakashi. He was later given the nickname 'Konoha's Yellow Flash' because of his technique, Hiraishin, that would allow him to travel to various places at an impossible speed and would become a yellow blur.

Leaning back in his wooden chair, Naruto sighed and let his cerulean eyes rove over the dull white ceiling. Although he was happy he had found some information on Minato, he couldn't help but be disappointed with what he had. It was almost as if he was expecting something more, something else. He felt like…like something important had been missed out. Not only that but he found himself longing for the little details, like what flavour ramen Minato had liked or what Minato's goal had been. He wouldn't have minded finding a few scrolls on Minato's techniques either; especially on Hiraishin.

Standing up and walking towards the librarian, he asked her, "Do you have anything else on the Fourth Hokage? His jutsu scrolls maybe?"

The librarian frowned at him, age lines gathering at the corners of her mouth. In a curt voice she told him, "Any other information on the Fourth Hokage is restricted and kept in the Hokage's personal library."

Glancing at the large luminous wall clock, Naruto realized he had two hours more until he could go see Sakura. Walking out of the library, the deep red Hokage building caught his eye. Stopping in his tracks, he began to think. He wanted to get into baa-chan's library but he wasn't absolutely sure if she would let him in if his reason wasn't good enough. Somehow, he believed that satisfying his own curiosity didn't quite cut it.

There was only one other option then. A grin split across his face. He would have to break into Tsunade's library.

"Haruno-san, its six o clock already," a mature, aged voice spoke tenderly to bleary eyed Sakura.

Looking up in confusion, she met the eyes of an elderly medic nin who had been in the hospital far longer than she had. Almost as if in a daze, Sakura nodded absentmindedly and dropped her pen on the table. She had made her way through three stacks of paperwork and had almost finished her fourth but her shift had just ended. She stood up and brushed imaginary dust off her front, stifling a yawn.

Naruto said he'd come and pick me up at the hospital, Sakura remembered and subconsciously, her step quickened.

When she eventually pushed through the double glass doors of the hospital into the grassy open space outside, her jade eyes scanned the area quickly. A lump of disappointment formed at the back of her throat as she realized Naruto was not there and found it odd that he hadn't come on time. He was the one who had been insisting that he'd come an hour early after all.

She spotted one of the many stone hewn benches and made her way towards it, sitting down. She'd give him fifteen minutes and then she'd go home if he didn't show up.

Fifteen minutes passed and there was still no Naruto. Leaning against her back against the bench with a loud sigh, she folded her arms over her chest irritably. Where was he? Maybe he was held up or had an unexpected mission briefing. Yeah, that was probably it. She'd give him another half hour before she left.

As a few medic nin walked out of the building, Sakura was thrown a few very strange and suspicious glances. Most medics were glad to be free of the hospital once their shift ended and that Sakura was still sitting outside almost an hour after her shift had ended was ridiculous. Sakura could feel their glances and was beginning to grow quite uncomfortable and stupid herself. Looking at her watch, she realized that forty five minutes had passed. It was now seven and he was officially an hour late.

Maybe Tsunade-sama was taking a bit longer on the briefing than she thought. Another hour maybe, but that was it! She'd definitely go home.

An hour and a half passed.

Naruto would never stand her up…would he? No, he wouldn't, she thought firmly. She felt really tired and she swore that if she laid eyes upon that stupid man he would be taking her out to the most expensive restaurant in all of Konoha whether he liked it or not. She'd make him buy everything on the menu just to add insult. She closed her eyes and let out a sharp exhale of annoyance. Another ten minutes at most, she decided, and then she would most definitely go home.

"Haruno-san? Haruno-san, please wake up," a soft, quiet voice tugged at the back of Sakura's mind, jolting her back into consciousness.

With the most grace she could muster, she managed a ladylike response. "Huh?"

Bolting upwards, the skittish blonde medic nin in front of her took a few steps backwards as Sakura fished around in her bag for her watch. As she pulled out the elusive black piece of plastic, she swore colourfully. Ten o clock? Where the hell was the bastard?! He was four hours late!

"Haruno-san, do you need some help getting back home?" the blonde girl asked nervously but with all the kindness in the world.

Shaking her head, Sakura forced a smile onto her face and told her she'd be fine. As the girl departed, the silence pressed against her ears painfully and she became very aware that she was the only one in the area. Averting her eyes, she could feel them prickling with heat and glanced up at the night sky to keep the liquid in them from spilling over. Naruto wouldn't stand her up. He'd be here soon. Anyways, she'd been waiting for four hours already so he had to be coming soon.

Pulling off her navy hitai-ate, she looked at her moonlit reflection in scratched metal. A painful image of a pathetic fourteen year old girl, forever waiting and forever wanting, flashed in her mind and she bit down viciously on her lip as she tried to convince herself that history wasn't repeating itself.

The black sandals scuffed the ground as the wearer dragged his feet across the path, to nowhere in particular. They kicked up dust clouds that faded into nothingness, much like ripples in a pond or the thoughts racing through the man's mind. He didn't know what to think anymore and cerulean eyes betrayed the inner turmoil within him.

Catching sight of his reflection in a shop window, he stopped to stare. Spiky blonde hair, vibrant blue eyes, a strong chin, high defined cheek bones…running his calloused finger over the skin of his face, he felt something painful form deep in his chest. His breath caught in his throat and he averted his eyes from his reflection to focus on a clock inside the shop window.

It was eleven thirty. Naruto was surprised at the time and then suddenly he remembered.

Sakura.

And then he was off, sprinting like a demon towards the hospital. When it came into view, the unmistakable pastel pink of Sakura's hair came into view. He slowed to a stop in front of her and felt guilt spread through him like poison. She was fast asleep on the uncomfortable stone bench and he realized she must have been waiting more than five hours for him. Why didn't she go home?

He took in her sleeping figure. She was in a sitting position with her head tilted back, exposing her long, pale neck. His cerulean eyes roved over the exposed piece of skin and then his gaze fell to her long, slender legs. He swallowed painfully, trying to pull his eyes away but he was powerless to do so.

- and a woman with burning red hair laughed, stealing his master away from him as jealousy writhed within him like a dying snake -

Suddenly, carnal instincts raced through him and he wanted to throw her to the ground, to rip off all of her clothes and make her eyes roll back in pleasure. The taste of evil tainted the air and his world began to bleed as the red eyes of the Kyuubi fought for dominance with the clashing blue of his own. Tensing every muscle in his body, he could feel his claws growing and he just wanted to rip off her shirtjust needed to feel her slickskin against hisjust wanted to feel her around him just needed to get back in control.

His head span sickeningly and his claws pierced into the fleshy palms of his hands. His need was growing to the point that it was nearly painful and the dark sounds of sadistic laughter rang like a gong in his ears. With a loud gasp, he fell to his knees on the pavement and his claws left long, spidery marks in the cement.

Thousands of images of her writhing beneath him screaming his name filled his head and he raised a single, trembling hand towards her. His fingers brushed against bare, taut skin and it was with a pained gasp that his razor sharp nails sank into it like butter.

And then sudden silence.

It was as if all the sounds in the world had been sucked into a vacuum and hidden far away. The lack of noise pressed against his ears painfully and as he slowly pulled his fingers from deep within his leg, he winced. His hand was stained a deep garish red, dripping onto the pavement beside him.

He fought to keep from looking at Sakura again, terrified of a repeat of the previous performance. Maybe he wouldn't be able to stop himself the next time, maybe he would really hurt her. He couldn't stand knowing that the biggest threat to the person he loved was from something he could barely protect her from. How was he meant to protect her from himself?

His eyes fell upon her limp, slender hand. She was trembling with cold and, gritting his teeth in determination, he realized he wouldn't be able to leave her here. Could he risk carrying her back to his apartment without another relapse?

Bring her back to your apartment. You managed to stop yourself once, you can do it again. Minato's soft voice trickled through his mind.

The sound of the Yondaime's voice made every last hair on Naruto's neck prickle and he stiffened. It was with some force that he managed to pull himself to his feet and, reaching for Sakura hesitantly, his clean hand brushed her cheek. He made himself look at her, really look at her, and all of the unbridled lust he had been feeling moments before had disappeared.

He wiped his bloody hand on his black pants, knowing Sakura wouldn't be too happy if he stained her clothes. As he picked her up and held her tightly to his chest, he could feel the throbbing pain in his leg but it was more than worth it, if it meant he had saved her from himself.

Her eyelids lifted slowly like curtain blinds, revealing a beautiful view of dazzling jade. She noticed absentmindedly that she was no longer outside the hospital and had been moved, but although she should have been alarmed she felt safe. The blue mattress and sheets told her that she wasn't in her home but she had a good idea who the person pressed against her back was.

She turned onto her side and a bandaged muscular arm shifted. As she watched the features of his face, they twisted in annoyance and his cerulean eyes fluttered open. Their eyes met and the silence became tainted with something Sakura couldn't quite place. Naruto's hand lifted to her face and brushed the pastel hair out of her eyes, lingering upon her cheek before removing it again.

"I'm sorry I was late," he whispered, breaking the thin silence.

She murmured to him, "If we weren't in the bed together, I would probably hit you. I was there for more than five hours."

"I know, but I got sidetracked," he began, draping an arm around her slim waist again.

"You had better have a good explanation or I'm going home," she threatened in an undertone.

The smile that spread across his face was without humour. He said, "I do have a good explanation."

"Oh?"

"I have a father."

Her beryl eyes widened in surprise. The words spilled out of her mouth as she blurted, "You do? Did you go find him? He'd probably be really happy to see you-"

"Sakura…he's dead," he interrupted softly.

She fell silent, wondering if Naruto was disappointed. He didn't look disappointed but he looked very melancholy, as though somebody he had known had recently died. He had never met his father so he didn't really have much to be sad for, right?

"He's the Yondaime."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Naruto's victimized whisper carried across the pale yellow desert like wind.

Minato didn't turn to face him. "Tell you what?"

Betrayed blue eyes glittered and he repeated in the same pained whisper, "Why didn't you tell me that I'm your son?"

Silence fell as the Yondaime absorbed the weight of his words. He closed his eyes, exhaustion settling in. He had been hoping that maybe Naruto could remain ignorant for a little bit longer, until after they had sorted out the Kyuubi, but time and coincidence had never favoured Minato.

"How did you find out?" He asked softly.

"Does it matter? I know now, so answer my question," Naruto demanded angrily.

Minato answered reluctantly, "I wanted you to find out for yourself."

"What, find out you're hiding things from me?" Naruto retorted.

"Aren't I entitled to my own secrets?"

Something in Naruto snapped as he yelled, "Don't give me that bullshit! You could be hiding so many things from me, you could be usingme to do things you couldn't finish in your own life-"

Minato's eyes flashed cobalt steel. "I would never use you."

"How do I know that? I don't know anything about you except for what it says in the textbooks! And, why didn't anybody tell me after all this time? I have to find out for myself that I actually had a family and I'm the son of the Yondaime Hokage, who's only one of the greatest ninja ever to have lived. I had to grow up alone with the hatred of nearly the entire village to find out that my dad was the reason why I was abused by everyone!"

Naruto's eyes were wide with anger, frustration and a hundred other things he couldn't name at the moment. This man was somebody he had grown to trust as much as he did Kakashi, somebody who he had trusted with his life and the pain of betrayal hurt more than anything he had ever experienced. His loud, heavy breathing filled the tentative air and the Hokage turned to face his son.

"Are you finished?" he asked, in a quiet voice.

Who was this man, to think that everything was okay and that this was just some stupid once in a while rant? This was his god damn father and he was acting like nothing was wrong, that he hadn't hidden the fact that he had parents for seventeen fucking years and it pissed him off!

His fist smashed into the Yondaime's face and Minato stumbled backwards with the intensity of the hit. Naruto was breathing heavily, his eyes flashing with fury and as Minato straightened up to face Naruto with that infuriating calm, patient expression, Naruto hit him again.

Naruto was screaming, "What's your fucking problem? Do you know how much I've suffered because of you? Do you know what it's like to wake up to an empty house every morning? Do you know how many times I've seen families walking past and wonder what it's like to belong to one? No, you don't fucking know damn it, so don't pretend everything is okay!"

His sapphire eyes met Naruto's. He said, "I'm sorry."

And then Naruto exploded. He hit Minato over and over again, because sorry didn't cut it, sorry didn't make up for all the times Naruto had cried, sorry didn't make up for a lifetime without a family that cared for him. Minato took every single one of Naruto's punches without a word, without ever once raising his own hands. Every time he fell, he would stand up and take another hit only to fall and repeat the vicious cycle. Naruto wanted Minato to scream back at him, to get angry and say something because he wanted Minato to know his pain.

Something cracked with a sickening snap as Naruto's foot smashed against Minato's chest, but Minato didn't even wince. He was silent and stationary, like a punching bag awaiting its user.

Why didn't he do anything? He was the Hokage, he could have thrown Naruto to the floor and broken his neck in three seconds!

The crimson blood splattered the floor, a stark contrast against the pale yellow. Minato stumbled to the floor and this time he didn't get to his feet. His eyes were still watching Naruto, still calm and filled with that stupid, stupid trust that only a family member could give, and Naruto hated it.

He should have been screaming too, should have been hitting Naruto!

Finally, Naruto fell to his knees, shuddering with the aftershock of his own anger. Minato was just letting him hit him, again and again, and he wasn't fighting back like he was supposed to, fighting back like Naruto wanted him to. Deathly silence fell over the room and Naruto couldn't stand it.

He yelled, "God damn it, say something all fucking ready!"

"Do you honestly believe that it would have made a difference if I had told you from the start?" the entire room became filled with Minato's quiet murmur.

"I'm dead. I can't do anything a parent is meant to do, I can't touch you, I can't hold you, I can't protect you. What kind of a father is a person who has only held his son for half an hour?" He said bitterly.

"I don't care if you're dead, if you can't touch me, hell, if I've never seen you face to face - I just…"

Naruto's cerulean eyes had begun to burn and prickle as a thick lump formed in the back of his throat. He clenched his hands, once, twice and then looked above him in frustration. He never had been good with words, but this time the words were important and he didn't know what to say.

He managed in a choked whisper, "I just wanted family."

He looked everywhere but the Fourth. He was scared of what was to come, what he would do, what would happen to them. Swallowing painfully, he settled for staring at the ground.

Minato moved hesitantly. His uncertain shift became a cautious shuffle, his blue eyes fixated on Naruto. But then his shuffle became a slow walk, and the walk became a quick stride and the stride became a hurried jog-

And then Minato was running, sprinting to his son, his son, and silver, a slip of it, charted a course down a whiskered face. The smell of sandalwood overwhelmed Naruto but it didn't matter anymore, nothing else mattered anymore because he had a father, a father who didn't hate him, and he clung to the shirt of a man who should have been alive.

Minato embraced him so tightly it hurt, pulling him closer as if Naruto was going to slip away now that he had found him again. A gasp escaped his mouth and he brushed the back of his hand over his sapphire eyes roughly. This was a moment he had longed for since he had first laid eyes upon his child and it was finally here. They were both trembling.

Naruto's hands were shaking as he sobbed, over and over again, the words, "Dad...dad."

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Finally he spoke.

"Sakura, what would you do if I died?"

A/N:
I'm actually a little angry with the minato and naruto revelation scene. I redid it a few times and I'm still not 100 happy with it. Can anyone guess how the story's going to end? I think I might've made it a bit obvious. :)

Why did Jiraiya go to Gamabunta about Minato?
Minato was one of the people Gamabunta made a contract with and is one of the few people Gamabunta let ride on his head. So, since Gamabunta was used during the fight against Kyuubi it's very likely he was one of the last people -urp, things- he saw. Gamabunta's cool. He's like a yakuza leader.

Whoa. Minato has major mood swings.
Haha, I know right? If he was a woman he'd be deadly when his time of months came. He'd be a hot woman though and I'd love him anyways. MY LOVE FOR MINATO IS STRONG! I'D BECOME BISEXUAL FOR HIM! And definitely for Itachi. Ooo, now that is one sexy man. I'm sorry, I think I went completely off topic.

Holy MOLY. The scene where Sakura gets stood up is like when Sasuke ditches her to go to Sound!
Hey, you realized! Wow this is actually really pathetic, I'm writing to myself. Sorry sorry, back on topic. Yeah, I wanted to bring that in to make it a bittersweet sort of familiarity. Course, Naruto runs in and saves the day. He's lovely, he is. I'd date him. My God, I'm a horndog.

There are all these weird memories Naruto suddenly has, and they don't seem to belong to him.
I'm not sure if I should tell you guys since I'm not sure I'll even explain it. Oh well, might as well. There are only three more chapters until the story is done anyways, I think. Anyways, basically what happened was that Minato and the Kyuubi used to be really close. It was a weird relationship where the Kyuubi acted like he couldn't care less what happened to Minato, but when Minato became Hokage and married Kushina, Kyuubi felt like he was losing Minato. One day, Minato went on a mission and came very close to dying, calling out to Kyuubi. Kyuubi came and if he used his tainted black chakra, it would kill Minato instantly but if he used his light chakra it would bring Minato back from the brink of death. He used so much of his light chakra that there was an imbalance between his dark and light chakra so he became overwhelmed in darkness. He saved Minato but started going insane and the darkness started feeding on Kyuubi's jealousy until he tried to destroy Konoha. Then Minato stepped in, sealed him and whatnot. Cool, huh?

Selandora (the sickeningly emotional undeniably sexy one you all must fear)

PS. For those of you waiting for Defining Duty (Defining Evil's sequel) IT WILL BE COMING OUT SHORTLY. AHAHA. Yes, the wait is over. I have finally decided I am happy with the first chapter and am starting the second one. HOORAHH!