Just before everyone decided to tuck in for the day, Pilar thought it would be a good idea to harass a homeless man taking a leak off the edge of a shipping container. David had the same premonition as Maine. They exchanged looks; Pilar's yapping was about to get him flatlined–the hardware underneath the gonk's tattered coat, the crazed look in his eyes–everything screamed dangerous psycho. There was no time to hesitate, to freeze. Before Maine could even unholster his shotgun, the Sandevistan on David's back was screeching like a supercharger.

If he was just a fraction of a second faster, Pilar's dome wouldn't have been blasted sky high. It wouldn't have set them down this path–or perhaps they were doomed from the very start. Everyone except David and Maine froze as Pilar was zeroed in an instant.

Seething with a deep, frothing rage at his friend's death but most of all himself, the barrel of David's Lexington was already printing an indentation on the psycho's temple. "Motherfucker," through gritted teeth he slammed the trigger. A peal of gunpowder, a crack of lead through the air and the gonk crumpled like a sack of taters–brain ventilated. The Sandevistan's effect wore off and the young man was showered in two different people's innards. Behind him, Rebecca was going apeshit but his ears were plugging up. Everything was becoming muffled. It was his fault.

Gloria's death–the car crash flashed before him like a bad episode of PTSD. It's all his fault. Pilar, his body still rigid with most of his head missing–too slow, his fault.

David flicked the fire selector to full-auto and didn't let go of the trigger until the slide locked back. By the end there was nothing left of the gonk's head but a stump of a spine poking out. Pilar's hand was frozen in a mocking thumbs up, posthumously approving of the double tap.

"Shit–the fuck was all that? You alright, kid?" Maine and the rest of the crew finally caught up. The big guy was trying to hold a trashing Rebecca in his arms from going ballistic. "Damn! Calm down, you little shit!" She managed to slip out of his grasp and used his head as a trampoline to jump onto the container. Unbridled with rage, she emptied her gun into the corpse of the bum, cracking a few shots off at her dead brother all the while yelling her head off. David looked on and wiped blood from his lips while Maine clutched his head, sighing. "God damn it."

"Couldn't get to him on time," he mumbled, pressing the mag release of his pistol and flicking it to the side, causing the mag to slide out and clatter to the ground. Lucy ran up to the container next, eyes wide with worry.

"David! Are you okay–any of that blood yours?" She put her hands up to the metal and looked up. He shook his head and hopped down, the girl taking a few steps back as he kicked up a cloud of dirt on the landing.

"I'm fine."

Lucy looked up to Pilar's rigid body. Rebecca was sitting down next to him trembling with rage, the spent pistol still clutched in her hand.

Only by accident did David's eyes sweep over to Kiwi. She kept her distance, arms crossed and impassive as always. For a moment it slipped that one of their own just got zeroed as her bleached bangs swayed in the wind, her eyes squinting into sharp ridges. A lump formed in his throat out of nowhere, a few little embers forming and dancing about in his core. Lucy stepped in and blocked his line of sight, concern still etched on her face but keeping quiet.

Slapping a new mag in, David thumbed the slide catch. The breech racked forward and chambered a round.

Night City never slept. The darkness only gave way for all the eyesore advertisements and lights to shine even brighter, polluting the sky and blocking out the stars beyond. David studied the sprawling concrete jungle out of his Heywood apartment as the night life drank, shot and danced away the evening. Behind him a TV blared, serving as background noise for his racing thoughts and a buffer for the nightmare he just woke up from - a distraction.

Soft footsteps on carpet from behind announced someone's arrival, though he didn't even flinch as a pair of pale, long and slender arms snaked their way over his shoulder and around his front.

"Can't sleep?" Kiwi's distinctive resonating and hollow voice tickled his eardrums. He couldn't help but smile as he laid a palm over her delicate hand that sat on his shoulder, fingers snaking around for a hug.

"Just like every other night," he glanced back, observing that she was without her mask. He was already used to the empty crevice her implant left and at this point believed it was, in a manner of speaking, cute and oddly appealing. "You?"

Kiwi sighed, letting go of his body and leaning against the window frame opposite him. "Tossin' and turnin'. Something's got me riled up. Really hate not knowin' what's eating away at me," she lied.

"Signs of a guilty conscience," David joked and stepped up in front of her. Under intense scrutiny of his crew - though Kiwi was mostly responsible - he'd dialed back the chrome before it was too late for most of his 'ganic bits. Now he was a head shorter than his output. Drinking in her lithe, rose-hued body framed by the outside glow of the lights, he reached out to tie her tiny waist around his still thick arms. Sunk his head into her neck just to take a moment for himself; to feel Kiwi's heat, her heartbeat and just really let it sink in and stew that she was here and present for him - the last year has been especially tough on everyone. Kiwi returned his affections, gently tracing the muscles of his back with her fingertips and over the metal of his Sandevistan. Her other hand raced through his hair, petting him. She shut her eyes tight, abhorring the feeling of foreboding apprehension that washed over her for a moment.

Can't let this end. Won't let it. Cast my die with you, David. Don't disappoint.

They both couldn't go back to sleep right away, so there was one thing for it; Kiwi's hand craned David's head up, forcing him to regard her. He knew what that gaze meant - droopy eyes hazy with want. Both of them felt it; a familiar stirring in their cores. "Gonna wear your face for me?" David growled, voice rumbling in this throat. His hands tickled their way up her body, bumping over her protruding ribs and then cupping her breasts, index fingers lapping at her quickly hardening nipples. Kiwi sucked in a sharp breath at the touch, her synthesized voice crackling, hands holding him tighter. "You are," he challenged. "Show it to me again."

That she did. They disentangled from one another and retreated to the bed, where on a table held on by a mount and covered by a silk cloth was Kiwi's 'face.' She set the covering down and picked up the implant - a long slender nose, moderate lips and a cute but sharp chin that melded perfectly with her jaw stared back. From behind David snaked a hand down between her thighs before she gently brought the implant to her face and clicked it on, completing her look with just the seams betraying what it really was. She turned to David, testing it out with a smirk that he just melted for - Kiwi found out pretty quick he had a thing for lips, teeth and tongues; a hardcore mouth fetish that they explored thouroughly. With a blue flash of her eyes, the surround audio system of their apartment kicked on, softly playing 'Delicate Weapon' to set the mood. Not exactly her first choice of song but it's what played when they first intimately bonded.

His nostrils flared with excitement as he took in her visage. Reaching out, he cupped a cheek while a thumb played over her lower lip, exposing pink gums and pearly whites. Kiwi was certainly feeling his love right now, her face and ears heating up while her belly buzzed with anticipation. That same thumb pushed itself past her teeth and explored the insides of her synthetic mouth, Kiwi's tongue coiling around it like a hungry snake.

This wasn't her real face, of course. It was so long ago but she could still remember what a mirror would reflect back - hating herself enough to go ahead with such a drastic change. Any regrets were long gone and washed away as soon as David's thumb popped out with a slurp and his soft lips joined hers, his tongue already breaching her defenses. Commencing her own assault, they sat, rolled and came to a stop on the bed with Kiwi victorious, now straddling David's hips. The young man had nothing on years of experience and a fire only a woman like Kiwi could have. Impatient, he went to reach for the bedside drawer but she pulled away, grabbed his arm and made him sit up at the edge of the bed. "Not so fast," she flicked her tongue out and ran it across her lips, the gloss of saliva making their neutral color shine in the low light. With her 'face' on, the hiss of the digitized voice was gone and replaced with crystal clear clarity. "Some warmup first, you know the drill."

David couldn't help but grin, easing access as he spread his thighs. "Gonna wait your turn this time? No complaints from me."

"Cradle snatcher," Rebecca huffed in her seat on the oversized chair - oversized for her. Kiwi perked a brow and chuckled, one crossed foot bouncing in the air as she tapped through her cyberdeck, not even offering a glance to her friend. "Think it's funny? You know I was gunnin' for him. Hell, Lucy already had him and you're just like - whoop," she hugged herself. "Mine."

"Uh-huh. Swooped in and grabbed him all for myself," Kiwi's brows furrowed now, sick of this little cat and mouse game with Rebecca every time they met up. She set the tablet aside and got up from the ruined leather couch, waltzing over to their little makeshift kitchen counter for some coffee. "What's your point?"

"My point is–" Becca hopped up from her sitting position and jumped on the chair's arm instead. "You really oughta think this through - what you're doin' with Davie. If not for me or even yourself, 'least do it for Lucy."
"Lucy?" The lanky woman's eyes flared open, voice straining with irritation. Controlling the flame inside, she poured herself some black mud (coffee, if you can call it that), chucked a straw down and slotted it through one of her mask's vents, sipping the tar. "Miss Ice Queen had her chance and blew it. Wasn't she who left the crew in the first place, anyway?"

Rebecca's mouth gaped, jaw almost to the floor. "You fuckin' hearing yourself?" She jumped from the chair and up on the counter. Kiwi shot her a glare and hid the cup of coffee from the manic gremlin. "Took the girl under your wing and now you're throwin' her to the wolves - stealin' her man?!"

Kiwi rolled her eyes, sipping her brew again. "No one stole anything. He came to me and I was there for him, that's all. Not my fault she can't communicate just to keep a relationship from breaking apart."

Before Rebecca could go off on her again, a door hissed open and David stepped through, hands in the pockets of his bright yellow EMT jacket. "Guys, arguin' again? Dorio's not gonna be happy if she hears it again."

Rebecca ran up to David, tugging on his jacket. "You hear from Lucy lately? I ain't seen her around for a while - called, said she's fine but… can you try talkin' to her, at least?"

"Lucy?" Just rolling that name off his tongue felt alien. Past memories he'd rather keep locked in the shed threatened to spill out - little embers fluttering about in his stomach but the fire's died down now; a memory of a past summer campfire. There was a firestorm in him called Kiwi now. "Maybe - that what you're screamin' about? Do it later, though. Dorio wants us all at Afterlife. We'll be discussin' some biz with a new client."

"Hoo boy, here we go," Rebeccad deflated, pushing past him towards the hallway outside. "I'll be waiting downstairs." David looked to Kiwi, she shrugged and finished up her coffee. Approaching, he leaned back on the counter.

"What's up - Becca giving you shit again?" She didn't reply to his question right away. Took her time to think, gauge his probing. David continued. "She's part of the team, yeah, but you ain't gotta take anything from her. Little thing called respect she could learn about."

"Nah," Kiwi set the cup down. "S'all good for now - give her a piece of my own mind if it comes down to it."

"Just don't go overboard. Becca's good people."

She looked down at him, eyes squinting in what he assumed was a smile - he loved them, her eyes; the sunlight yellow sclera and red cores blazing bright. A hunter's gaze, always looking for chinks in your armor. Or a gal madly in love, he liked to think. "Promise to keep myself in check."

On the drive to Afterlife with David at the wheel of their crappy little Columbus van, Rebecca was stuffed in the back and forced to watch the duo up front. They were mostly quiet, but David couldn't help himself and stole looks at his output whenever he could. Can't believe what I'm seein'... fuckin' ice cold Kiwi 'Never Trust a Soul in Night City' schmoozin' with someone else - openly. And David, playin' Lucy - 'Sike! Sorry, Luce. Kiwi's got me by the balls. Literally.' Ugh… Where the fuck has she run off to again? She searched her up on the holo and called. Ringing, ringing… No answer.

A wave of rage crashed into her and without warning she delivered a kick to the back of David's seat. He jerked forward and the van wobbled on the road. "The fuck, Becca?! Tryin' to get us killed?" he shot.

"Sorry, leg cramped up," she lied and shrugged. David groaned and kept on driving. In the rear view mirror, Kiwi's eyes squinted into dangerous, unamused lines.

Now at Afterlife, with a nod to the familiar bouncer the trio neared a discreet corner booth of the bar. Rebecca flashed some finger guns at Claire, the bartender, as they passed by. Dorio was waiting for them with a couple of empty shots already littering the table, her pack of smokes next to them. "Took your sweet ass time," she leaned back, arms spread wide on the headrests.

"Mornin' to you too, boss,'' David mocked as he sat down. Rebecca plopped her butt down opposite him next to Dorio while Kiwi made sure to openly snuggle up with David. "We waitin' on someone?"

"Yeah," Dorio picked out a dart from her smoke pack and lit it up. "Client hisself's not here yet. See anyone actin' weird on the way?"

Rebecca and David shook their heads while Kiwi didn't even blink. "God damn it," her eyes lit up orange as she called someone on the holo. Ringing, ringing, foot tapping on the floor. A drag from the cigarette and the recipient finally picked up. "We're here, just like you asked. Coming?" she nodded to whoever spoke on the other side. The call ended. "Should be here any minute."

The client arrived not long after, bodyguards in tow. They sat down and discussed business - a lucrative opportunity, which was keyword for an ambush on an Arasaka convoy riding through the Badlands, carrying experimental tech that should fetch quite a few eddies on the black market. Before Dorio could even open her mouth, David leaned in, hands clasped and face steely. "Raid on Arasaka? A death sentence. After you sweep our corpses under the rug you take the tech and eddies for yourself?"

"David!" Dorio exploded, slamming the table with a palm, setting the glasses rattling. He didn't flinch. "Keep your fuckin' mouth shut, you don't call the shots here!" Even Kiwi made a gesture to shush by bumping him with her knee. "Sorry, kid's young, full of piss and vinegar. You were saying?" Dorio motioned for the client to continue.

With discussions over, the fixer left; deal was still on the table but a few minor kinks had to be sussed out beforehand - await our call, they said. Dorio stormed over to David and grabbed him by the collar, hoisting him up off his seat. Kiwi shuffled away. "Listen here, you little shit. You mighta been Maine's favorite but I don't play favorites, and with him gone you listen to what I say, understand?"

"Dorio, go easy on him. He means well," Kiwi cut in, folding her arms. "Just worried for the crew, that's all. You know how he is by now." Dorio looked back to David.

"We're fine enough with you - follow orders and keep quiet or go solo, understand?" She clutched his jacket tighter, teeth grinding. After Maine's passing there was no room for error with Dorio. David nodded, silent.

With that she left, stomping away to who knows where. Sighing, Kiwi lit up her own smoke while Becca ordered some drinks - they were in the Afterlife, after all. Can't waste an opportunity like this. "Hey, get a straw, too," David called out as she went to put in their order.

A middle finger was the response.

Kiwi beside him chuckled. "So thoughtful."

"Well, if you put your 'face' on more often, might not have to be so considerate," he leaned into her, inhaling the secondhand smoke - used to it by now, beginning to love it. Or more accurately love the smell associated with her.

"No way, that thing stays home. Should feel special I only get to wear it for you," she threw him a wink. David certainly does feel special with the kind of attention he's showered with at home. Without even thinking he draped an arm over her shoulders, fingertips glancing over the clothed mounds of her breasts. Kiwi slapped his hand away. "Not now, horn-dog."

Rebecca returned and set down their drinks of choice on the table. "Yuck, tension's so thick could almost taste it." She stuck her tongue out in mock disgust. "Get a room, honestly."

Suddenly, a call on the holo for David came through. His eyes flared up in that familiar light brown as he answered. "Yo. Yeah," he nodded to whoever was on the line. Kiwi took a puff of her smoke and studied his features. He carried himself with a bit more grace these days - leagues more reserved. "You have it? Nova, man. Alright, coming right up," he made to stand but Kiwi reached and grabbed his wrist.

"What's up - want me to tag along?"

"Nah, just chill for now," without warning he intertwined his fingers with hers, holding hands tightly. Rebecca groaned and rolled her eyes at that. "Give ya a call in a sec - want you to come up then, alright? It's a surprise."

"Surprise, huh?" Kiwi released his hand and leaned back into the seat. "Alright. Better not disappoint."

David smirked and walked off, heading for the exit. She watched him go before bringing the glass of tequila up to her face, slotting the straw (thanks, Bex) into her mask and taking a sip.

"You've gone soft," Rebecca decided to comment off handedly. "David really melt your ice that good?"

"Could say the same about you - remember running after him like a little lost puppy?" Kiwi shot back, unimpressed. Rebecca grinned and leaned back, hands behind her head.

"Yup, good fuckin' times, that. Shit," she suddenly deflated with frown, her eyes searching the ceiling. "What a fuckin' mess that was."

Kiwi glanced at her. "Which mess of many?"

Becca crossed one leg over the other, bouncing her foot. "All of it - my bro, then Maine going nuts. That shitshow Tanaka gig. Then…" she struggled to form a sentence, screwing up her face. "Lucy and David splitting. That I didn't see coming."

Kiwi swirled the alcohol in her glass. "Looks like everyone but you saw it a mile off - imagine your input barely comes home anymore, won't talk to you about anything. Starfishing in bed. That's what Lucy did to him."

"How is he takin' it all? I mean, they were pretty tight knit. Thought they had something special goin' on."

"He's pretty open about everything. Like shit stuck to my boot, can't get rid of him." She sipped her drink, Rebecca chortled. "Not that I want to. Heard both sides of he story; Lucy's pretty much at fault. Can't blame David for cutting his losses and moving on."

"Wow, just like a bag of flamin' dogshit?" Her head dipped. Kiwi shrugged. "What a fuckin' waste, honestly. Still, must be nice havin' him all to yourself. Can't even get him to look at me anymore. S'like I don't exist."

Kiwi eyed her for a moment, slurping from the straw. Her eyes narrowed. "Didn't you hook up with him once?" She half expected Becca to freak the fuck out in the bar but all she got was a twitch of the eye in response.

"Fuck, he told you? Asshole, wanted to take that shit to my grave."

"He didn't. You just told me yourself, dumbass," Kiwi chuckled. Rebecca's eye twitched again, lips curling into a snarl. "Why keep it a secret, though? No one really cares - at least I don't."

Her friend sighed, stretching out her hand and fingers, glancing over her nails. "More about Lucy than for me or anyone else. Feel really bad for her, y'know. She fell hard for David, like, super hard. Christ, when David kicked her out…" she covered her face, groaning. Kiwi hummed in agreement; Lucy was a mess when she came by hers and broke the news, full tilt on the waterworks. A broken little doll, Kiwi recalled.

Frantic and unbroken knocking woke Kiwi up from her midday nap. Groggy and pissed, she stood and stumbled around for a bathrobe. With it on, she went to lean on the wall near the intercom. The video feed showed Lucy hunched over, hugging herself. Her body was racked with harsh sobs. Groaning, she opened the door before checking the rest of the camera feeds around her building. Once the door hissed open Lucy launched herself at her friend with a hug, arms crushing the wind out of her lungs.

"The hell– Lucy! Hell's the matter, let go!" No matter how much she pushed Lucy still clung on, her head buried in Kiwi's chest. "Christ, come on. Sit down, will ya?"

Lucy shuddered, a restrained cry escaping her throat. "K-Kiwi… fuckin' David - he kicked me out!"

"What?" They sat on the bed, the girl still clinging on. Against her better judgment Kiwi laid a gentle hand on her back and rubbed up and down. "What's this about David - something happen?" When Lucy pulled away Kiwi screwed up her face–as much as the mask allowed, anyway. 'Gross. Nice crying face. Haven't seen that in a while.'

Sobbing, she wiped away tears with her palms. "I uh–I got home today. All my shit was packed in boxes. David was there," she breathed heavily, trying to steady herself. "He told me, 'can't take anymore of this. Delta and get your head on straight.'" She burst out once again as she retold what happened, fresh tears and snot rolling. "Ran me out like a fuckin' dog, Kiwi! The hell am I supposed to do now?! He wouldn't let me explain–fuck, even beg! I ran out, came to you."

Kiwi wasn't surprised - Lucy was getting what was coming to her. Her just desserts. No matter how many times everyone from the crew tried to convince her to spill the beans about what the fuck she was doing, she goes silent and disappears for a couple more days. Couldn't feel pity for her, not right now - a kid suffering the consequences of their actions.

Kiwi stood, rubbing her temples as she felt an oncoming headache. Lucy can't stay here, no way. Out of the question. "I, uh," she swallowed. "I'm not good with these things. Did you speak to Rebecca?"

"Huh?" Lucy sniffled. A puzzled face, a little hurt striking through. "I… I came to you, Kiwi. Becca's a good friend, but… you're, y'know–you know me."

'Wish I didn't.' "Fine. Just relax for a moment, we'll–" a call on the holo interrupted her. Once she saw the caller ID her eyes bulged. Lucy wiped her nose on her wrist.

"What's the matter?"

Kiwi held up a finger. "Gotta take this call, give me a moment."

"Um, sure. Just… don't be long, please."

'Whatever.' Kiwi rushed into her little kitchen and accepted the call. She wasn't talking out loud, couldn't let Lucy hear that her boyfriend was calling.

'are you fuckin KIDDING me david? whats-whats going on with you two, why is lucy at my place?'

"Lucy's there? Shit," she heard him swallow on the other end. "Can she hear you?"

'obviously not, idiot. girl's crying her heart out on my bed. mind explaining?'

"God damn it. I didn't send her there, if you're askin'. I actually wanted to meet up with ya and talk, but–"

'yeah, not happening at the moment. i do NOT want to find she flatlined herself in my bathtub when i come back.'

"Fucking hell, Kiwi. She's not like that! Lucy'll get over it–take some time but eventually get over it."

'did you two talk or was it like she said - you packed her things and threw her out.'

David didn't respond for a while, probably choosing his words carefully. At this point he and Kiwi were unofficially a 'thing' and it stood best that no one found out. Looks like he was moving ahead to make it official. "What do you think?" he finally spoke up. "Couldn't ever bother to give me the time of day - I take as much as I'm given, which wasn't a lot."

'god this is so fucked, i can't. david, you sure about this, like one hundred percent sure-yeah?'

"Pretty sure."

'Fuck.' At the same time Lucy stumbled into the kitchen, still clutching herself like a lost chick. Her mascara and eye paint were running down her cheeks, creating a sad clown look alike– or a depressed King's jester. She hiccuped, sniffling. "Kiwi?"

'i'll call you back.'

"W-Wait-"

She cut the link. "Sorry about that." Up until now she didn't notice Lucy was completely soaking wet - right, it was raining outside. Sighing, Kiwi stood , grabbed her by the shoulders and led her to the bathroom. "I don't want you sick all over my digs, get yourself a hot shower. Got any clothes?" Lucy shook her head, spraying water everywhere. "Got some spares, then. Not your size but better than nothing."

"You're letting me stay?"

"What do you think?" she glanced out of the window, the rain obscuring everything that wasn't five feet in front of your face. Even Kiwi wasn't as heartless as that. Plus, if anything happened to Lucy she'll be blamed.

Lucy smiled - it was a trembling, broken smile but at least she was happy someone cared about her. "Thank you. Really." She dived in for a hug again. Kiwi twitched but didn't resist, just let the water soak her robe.

"Don't get sappy on me."

Kiwi smoked near the window while Lucy showered–the rain and rush of running water weren't enough to mask her shattered sobs and gasps. No one saw much of Lucy after that.

A call rose her from the daydream. Kiwi accepted it - David. "Think you can come up now - hope you like my little surprise." She could almost hear him smirking on the other side of the line. Leaving the bar Kiwi met up with David in the parking lot, proudly standing by a car. It was sleek, low to the ground and painted midnight blue - the daylight almost made it sparkle. Unfortunately, she couldn't feel happy about this, not right now. David caught on right away and slipped an arm around her waist which she was thankful for - a little support, literally. "Something happen?" he asked, genuine concern in his tone. Kiwi wasn't used to people caring about her like this.

"Nnm," is what she managed to squeak out. "Sorry, don't mean to bring you down - it's a nice car. Little treat for yourself after the last op?"

David smirked and stood on his toes to peck her on the cheek, where the metal of her mask met skin. "Nah, not for me - for us. Need to drive somewhere? Just take it, don't even need to ask. Your biosignature's already uploaded to the computer."

"That's… nice?" She walked around the back, inspecting the vehicle. The shape tried to resemble or at least nod to those classic designs from seven or so decades ago - a real enthusiast's muscle car. Kiwi thought David was more of a generic supercar fanatic, but he proved her wrong almost every other day. A quick scan revealed the rear mounted demon hiding within; six point eight liter V eight with twin electric superchargers. Seven-fifty horses? Not bad. A good, speedy replacement for her destroyed bike since their last gig - God knows how much he saved up for this thing. "Going somewhere?"

David shrugged, kicking a loose pebble. "Wanted to take it for a spin. But if you just wanna head home, that's fine, too."

Hmm, a ride through the city might just clear my head. "I'll ride shotgun, take us wherever." With a nod from David, they both climbed into the car - seagull doors arching open - and took in the sparse metal interior. It was more roll cage and analog dials than luxurious leather or molded plastic. Didn't exactly have that new car smell, but it was definitely a few steps up from their shitty sputtering van. David caressed the synth-leather wrapped steering wheel and pushed down the ignition button. The engine grumbled to life in the little alleyway of the Afterlife and jerked away, tires crunching on loose gravel and rocks underneath.

A/N: this story has also been posted on AO3 under the same name. Since I'm a new writer I'm trying to find the best home for me right now for any future projects. Already posted chapters will be uploaded here, too. Please enjoy!