Title: Raiton Kage

Disclaimer: I own nothing…but the plot.

Summery: Kagome never met her father, but what if that was because he was from a different world, from the Naruto Universe. What if Kagome's father was the Konoha White Fang?

Warnings: Naruto x-over, and careful folks, I'm known for throwing some SLASH into the mix

Parings: Probable Sess/Kags

Spoilers: If you aren't up to date (I am to Sasuke going to get the eight tailed demon) then go Google 'Naruto Manga Returns'

Key:

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

A/n: I'm gonna jump a few years later on in the chapter, so be warned, not that any of you read this part anyway…

Now on for the real reason you are on this page.

Chapter: Emotions

Itachi's eyes wondered over the light colored brick hall ways, it would be easy for him to find his way back out with his sharp memory; it was the guards stationed every ten feet, that he would have trouble with. In his world, one didn't bother with brut force inside one's own territory, but instead, the focus was to confuse the intruder. Here it was the opposite, and while that would not work in a world full of Shinobi, a hall way full of highly trained, demon killing machines was very effective.

He didn't doubt, by the looks he was getting, that if he was alone, he would already be dead. The ANBU captain made sure to stay in step with Kagome as the looks of curiosity, anger and hatred started to get to him. Normally this wouldn't bug him, as he too was a killing machine, but he knew he was out of his leagues. To those demons, while he could fight other humans, he was just another untrained human child; he found this didn't bug him as much as it would have, if Kagome hadn't been the one to find him in that damn clearing.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when said woman placed her petit hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her worried grey eyes and hid his confusion, 'Why is she so caring for me?'

A sad smile crossed Kagome's features as she looked down at him, it scared her that he could gain –if he hadn't already- a Sharingan, something that could easily defeat her speed and her uselessness in genjutsu , but she still saw him as someone she needed to protect, "AMBU-sama I-"

He cut her off; he wasn't above her in this position. He was just her ward, "Call me Itachi-chan, Kagome-sama."

She looked startled at this, but smiled none-the-less, "Only if you drop the Sama, you are my ward, not my servant."

He nodded silently and her smile widened, "Alright Itachi-chan, as I was going to say," She nodded to the next guard who looked up from his study of Itachi when she motioned towards him, "I am your protector, remember that. I would sooner hand my shards over to Naraku without a fight than let someone hurt you."

Itachi watched as the guard's eyes widened and his head snapped away from them, back to attention of his post. Sesshomaru, who had been listening to all this and was making a list of questions, slowed, eyeing his ex-student's ward, "You are lucky human, to have that protection, never loose it."

Itachi nodded to him before looking to Kagome who smiles sweetly at him and looks ahead of them when they come to a large wooden door carved with the crescent moon and swirl like designs that are painted with a green highlight. He guesses that they have finally reached the Western Lord's study.

Itachi hangs back when Kagome stops a few feet from the door, Sesshomaru continuing on to place one clawed hand in the center of the crescent moon. The young Uchiha watches in shock as the demon's hand glows the same green as the swirl designs, the moon starts to glow a light blue as the glow of his hand melts into the wood. Itachi watches with rapt attention as the demon's hand falls throw the wood, fallowed by his arm. Normally he would call this genjutsu, be know he doubts that, magic seeming so much more probable.

Before the rest of his body moves throw the door Sesshomaru looks at Kagome, "It is set to receive one more energy signature Miko."

Kagome nods and Sesshomaru disappears through the door, leaving Itachi with his mouth hanging slightly open. He notices this when the female Shinobi looks down at him and giggles, he snaps his jaw shut. Kagome covered her mouth with her hand, "You hide your shock well, Itachi-chan. The first time I saw that I nearly fainted."

He blinks away his shock, letting his curiosity bubble to the surface, "What was that?"

Kagome shrugged her shoulders, "Sessho-sama will be the best person to explain that to you. It's Ancient Inu Magic, passed down Sessho-sama's clan. The door will only let those who have been cued to enter, enter." She motioned him forward, "Just call your chakra forward and rest it against the door, when the moon glows, you have been cued in. After the first time, you can just pass through the door by walking into it; with Sesshomaru's permission of course."

Eyeing her, Itachi reached his hand forward, letting his chakra accumulate in his finger tips, making them glow a soft blue. When he touched the door he felt a jolt as it pulled on his chakra. He suppressed the urge to jump back, trusting Kagome to not put him in a position to get hurt.

He could feel energy inside the door swirling with his chakra, running up his arm and brushing against his inner core, it felt calming but unsettling. He relaxed as it reseeded, and the moon glowed blue as it had done for Sesshomaru. He was surprised when Kagome came up behind him and gave him a gentle shoved through the door, fallowing behind him. It felt…weird, his mind couldn't come up with any other way to describe it, the feeling of passing through a solid object.

He opened his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them. They were now in a well lit room that reminded him of his father's own study. Big enough to take visitors and have meetings, but small enough to be consider cozy. The walls were lined with candles and traditional paintings of landscapes littered with white furred dogs. He guessed that the large creatures where Sesshomaru's ancestors in their true forms. Some looked like battle fields, while others were peaceful. Across the room, on the wall behind the desk Sesshomaru calmly sits in front of, is a painting of a man and woman, both with silver hair and golden eyes.

Sesshomaru noticed his gaze and fallowed it; a sad look glittered into his golden eyes before it disappeared, but not until after Kagome noticed it, "Those are my parents, human."

Onyx eyes jerked away from the painting, to stare at the rug on the wooden floor under his sandals. He found it odd that he didn't have to take his shoes off when he entered the castle, like he did when he entered his father's house, but he could see why. The castle was cold, and it seemed like he was the only one to notice.

Again Kagome maneuvered him around but gently pushing on his shoulder. He allowed for her to seat him in a chair not far from her lord, and continued to stare at the floor as she sat next to him, if he hadn't been watching her feet, he would not have heard her move.

Sesshomaru let his eyes roam over the two of them, noticing how Kagome looked over the other human with worried eyes, a caring glint in her usually emotionless eyes. She looked over the younger human as she would Shippo and he would Rin. He knew there was another addition to his small pack at that look, but he wasn't sure if the younger emotionless male would accept this, or even understand what he is being offered.

Finally The Taiyoukai spoke up, "Why did you refer to him as Lord ANBU?"

The unspoken female alpha of his pack's grey eyes looked over at his golden, "Oh, right. ANBU is his rank." At his raised eyebrow she continued, "There are genin, chunin, and jounin, as the main three ranks in the Hidden Shinobi Villages. There are also special jounin, higher class then a newly made jounin. Usually special jounin were once an ANBU member, they are the secret assassins and spies of the Kage. The Kage is the highest rank in the village, and the leader of all Shinobi under them. Konoha's Kage is the Hokage."

In his mind, Itachi smiled at how she explained the ranks, he had never heard anyone able to explain them all in such an un-detailed way, and usually the explainer would go into how to advance rank. She had dumbed it down considerably.

Sesshomaru nodded in understanding, "And because you are not sure of what you would be ranked in a Shinobi sense, you referred to him as higher ranked because he is a Jounin." He paused, eyeing Itachi again, "How old are you human?"

Itachi kept his eyes on the floor, "Eleven."

Sesshomaru looked over at his ex-student in shock, "According to your father's scrolls, is it normal for such a young human to be to highly ranked?"

Kagome smiled sadly, "Yes, it is. Normally, one dose not become a genin until age twelve, but in times of war, exceptions are made for the sake of the village." She looked over at her ward, "Was I right in assuming Konoha was at war when you were young?"

Onyx eyes looked up at her and he spoke emotionlessly at the reminder, "Hai, when I was four. I graduated the Academy at age seven."

Kagome's eyes were wide with shock, but soon they were narrowed, "If I ever meet the Hokage, I'm gonna have a heart to heart with them."

Itachi stared at her, too used to people not giving his rank a double take, so her threatening the Hokage because of his rank was new to him. He looked down and glared at the floor, remembering why he was allowed to raise through the ranks like he did, "If not for my father using his influence over the council, I would still be at the Academy."

The miko crossed her arms over her chest was a inhuman like growl that startled Itachi into looking at her in shock, "Then it's your father I will have an heart to heart with; I have seen many children in this era, but not nearly enough childhood to cover them because of Naraku. It's not right."

"If he is still alive," he spoke with out realizing it and he felt two pairs of eyes on him at his quiet outburst. Even he was shocked, being around Kagome was changing him, he noticed, and maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

"What do you mean, Itachi-chan? Is he dieing?" Kagome's words reminded him of his fight, the one that landed him here; he didn't answer. He couldn't.

With the sound of shuffling, Itachi could not longer see the rug, but looked into worried grey eye, her hands rested gently on his knees. He blotched at the concern in her eyes, the kindness, "Does it have something to do with how I found you."

He didn't just nod like he normally would, he found himself confiding in her, speaking in a voice that bordered on frantic, "I was on a mission, we had just finished and were on are way back home. My team mates, I don't know when, but they were taken under a genjutsu…"

He trailed off, not able to continue at the moment, his voice had cracked, and he didn't know what came over him. This is not him, right?

Too lost in his thoughts he didn't even notice as he was hugged to Kagome's form, her hands rubbing smoothing circles on his back like she would for Souta when he grew distressed. It was only when she spoke that he broke out of his mind, "You are only eleven, Itachi-chan. You should not have been expected to become an adult so young. I can wait for you to tell me your tale; I will be here for you when you do."

Her eyes looked over at Sesshomaru, and they connected before she looked back to her ward, "I want to help you gain a childhood you never got to live. You are a shinobi, so I will never deprive you of what I too thrive off of, but you need to slow down, learn to love, to be loved."

He looked up at her with his onyx eyes, tears he hasn't shed in years, starting to form. He just couldn't take it anymore, she is right, he is just a child, he really needs what she is offering, and maybe he can have the bit of happiness he never got to hold.

And with that thought, emotions he had been bottling up all his life ruptured from the dam that could not longer hold them. Itachi did something did something he hadn't done since he was a child; he cried and sobbed into the embrace of someone who saw him, and not the image his father built up for the world to see.

He cried in anguish, anger, and happiness. He cried because she let him.

!!!!

The next day Itachi woke up in one of the most conferrable beds he had ever slept in, the silk was smooth against his skin and the perfect mix of firmness and softness helped his aching body relax. He let himself lay there, even as the sun started to brighten the room from through the window stationed behind him. His mind wandered over what happened the day before.

He felt so valuable; he didn't even remember when he fell asleep. As a shinobi, this irked him to a new level, but as an eleven year old who had found someone who cared enough to be his shoulder to cry on…he was in bliss.

It confused him. He didn't even trust his mother as much as he trusted Hatake Kagome and the woman had given birth to him.

He rolled on to his back and placed the back of his hand over his eyes. They were puffy and red, he knew, for he had cried until he had passed out. It felt as if a dam had broken when he had started to cry, he couldn't have stopped it if he had tried to. It had felt good, like a weight being taken off of his shoulders, he felt so much lighter.

Slipping from the bed he realized he had been changed into a pair of black silk pants, they felt good against the battered and scared skin of his legs, but he knew he probably shouldn't get used to it.

As his bare feet hit the floor he looked around and spotted a wardrobe with a note on it. He walked over and snatched it from the polished wood and read it,

"Itachi-chan,

This is your room, mine is three doors down the hall if you need me. There are only traditional clothes in this wardrobe at the moment, but fear not, I have made an appointment with the royal cloth maker after breakfast. I have showed her diagrams of the ANBU uniform and she has said she can do it, though she does not have the right armor so will be using demon bone for that.

She just needs your size and I am sure you might want to change it a bit just incase it is out dated. Sesshomaru has granted you permission to look through his armory for any blade you might want and I have ordered more Kunai and Shuriken for you. You can't say no, so don't object all this.

Aoi has agreed to help you around until get used to the order of things. I told him to wait until you woke up, so if he woke you up at the crack of dawn like he did to me I'll have to whack him over the head for it.

He's gonna show you to the hot springs and then take you to breakfast, I'll see ya there,

Kagome"

He blinked down at the note, and then reread it. He just couldn't believe anyone would do all this for him and not ask anything in return. Itachi had known Kagome long enough to know that she would ask for anything and never would. That was just the kind of person she was.

He had yet to see her in action, but there was no doubt in his mind, even with her un-shinobi like personality, that she was not to be messed with. He thought back to what Sesshomaru had said to him, 'No, I hope I never loose her protection, but pray I won't always need it.'

His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nock on the door across from the room from him, "Itachi-sama, I'm here to take you to the hot spring."

The young shinobi folded her letter, he doubted he would ever loose it, and placed it on his bed side table, "Come in."

Slowly the door opened and the ice Kitsune from the other day walked in, bright green eyes finding Itachi standing next to his bed easily. His face was emotionless, but those eyes gave off a small amount of kindness. With his clawed hand he motioned towards the wardrobe, "You might want to gather some clothes before we go Itachi-sama."

Itachi looked over, he hadn't even bothered to open it, "Oh," with his feet not making a sound he walked back over to it and opened the elegant door; inside hung many pairs of clothes that were only worn by royalty or on special occasions in his world. He looked over at Aoi with slightly wide eyes, "Me, wear these?"

The kitsune nodded with a chuckle, "Yes, those, but only until Mazola has your clothes finished. Kagome-sama didn't like them either, said they slowed her movement too much and made her feel like she is wearing a tent."

Itachi could agree, looking at the male kimonos before him. Finally he picked out a grey top that had red swirls covering the sleeves and hem line and a pair of black silk pants, a lot baggier than his night time garb. He also grabbed a red sash while he was at it and looked over to Aoi and held them up.

Again the older male chuckled and walked over and opened a drawer Itachi hadn't noticed and pilled out black cloth that was revealed to be the article of clothing that went under the top. Itachi held back a groan, "You will need this also Itachi-sama. Just think of the sleeves as an excellent place to hide daggers and other sharp projectiles, that what Kagome uses them for when she is forced to wear a kimono."

The Sharingan user only nodded his head slowly, accepting the article of clothing; he was just not used to wearing so much material. He folded them all over his arm and once again looked up to Aoi who motioned for him to walk out the door first. As they walked down the hall Itachi looked over at the Kitsune, "Thank you."

The fox shook it off, "Don't worry about it. You have gained Kagome-sama's loyalty and protection and that in turn is rewarded with my loyalty."

Itachi looks to the floor, "Kagome-san…has a way of changing people, doesn't she?"

Aoi hummed, "Yes, now that you say it like that, she does. She brightened this palace up when she was able to force our Lord into showing some emotion again, breaking him out of his cold hearted shell. She did the same to me and many others," he looked over to the human next to him who seemed to be studying his feet, "And she will do the same with you too Itachi-sama. It's just who she is."

The Uchiha nodded, but didn't speak.

!!!!

Mazola is a very odd woman, Itachi decided. The old leopard demon seemed to go off into conversations with some one who was not there, sometimes asking him or Kagome what they thought about the topic 'being discussed'. Kagome, having gotten used to this would reply that she had not wanted to be rude, so she hadn't been listening.

Itachi soon found that that was what he would reply with as well, when he was asked to defend the red haired leopard's argument against her opponent. She had sighed and just continued to take measurements for his sizes. Every once and a while she would tuck a piece of her graying hair back behind a pointed ear and glare with her copper eyes at the corner when he had come to guess her verbal opponent was.

In the end he did change the design to the older version of the ANBU uniform Kagome had a diagram of, but a little differently than even the newer ones. He kept the armor just the way it was, but had to ask about the demon bone Kagome had mentioned earlier. The armor would not longer be an off white and he asked Mazola to dye it black and have the Uchiha fan etched into the back plate.

Under the armor he still wore the custom black pants and knee high boots. Around his waist he changed the normal black waist wrap into a red sash that would hung down past his knees, this is where his shuriken and scroll pouches would be as, well as a sword since he liked it better at his hip than across his back. He kept his arm covers, gloves and armor, but changed the black tank top under his armor to a red rimmed chain mill shirt. It covered his arms as well, hiding his ANBU tattoo on his shoulders.

After asking nicely he had even gotten her to change the material of his hitai-ate from a dark navy blue to a dark blood red. Riveting was a new technique here, so it had taken even Kagome to convince her to try it.

After finishing with the crazy leopard Kagome had dragged him to lunch where he got to know Rin and Shippo a bit more, and then to the armory. He had felt so at home around all those blades. In the end he had picked out a katana like Kagome's and a tanto, a long bladed dagger.

For the first time since becoming a shinobi, Itachi felt at home in the castle full of demons and someone who made him show the emotions he had tried to hide.

!!!!

In an old tree deep in the forest of the western lands, two young males rest, not really asleep, but needed a breath of rest. The one resting on a lower branch had reddish orange hair pulled up into a high ponytail tied with a dark blue ribbon revealing pointed ears. His bangs cover his forehead and brush over sun kissed skin. He wears a tan colored pelt vest over a kimono like top the same dark blue of his ribbon, littered with white leaves. Black silk pants are tied to his waist with a dark blue sash that also holds the bottom of his vest down.

Around his ankles his baggy pants are tied down with bandages of the same dark blue, just above light tan furred paws. From under him, a furry fox tail, the same color of his paws, swishes from side to side over the bark of his perch, showing that he is not asleep.

Around his left thigh, tied with white bandages is a foot long dagger inside its black dragon hide sheath. It is his only weapon and his right hand lies against it, clawed finger tips brushing over it at ever sound from the forest below him and the other male. He stretches and covers a yawn suddenly showing off fang-like canines. He leans his head back against the bark of the tree, opening his eyes to reveal twin emeralds.

Bored, he looks up at the other male, "Oi, Tachi-ojisan, when is Okaa-chan going to get here?"

In a high branch, the second male grunted in annoyance at his adopted nephew, who was more like a brother than anything as they were around the same age. His dark hair is much longer then the other males, bangs completely covering his face as his chin leaned on his chest. His hair reaches mid back and is tied loosely at the nape of his neck.

He wears a black cloak that covered his entire body except for the upper half of his face, a look taken from his adopted sister. With a soft yawn he looks up at the sky through the trees with Onyx colored eyes, he judges from the slowly darkening clouds that it is almost night time. Crease lines going from the inner corners of his eyes over his pale cheeks deepen, "Any time now, Shippo. Onee-san said she would meet us at sun down."

The fire Kitsune stood and stretched even more on his branch, a crack was heard as his back popped, they had been resting in the tree for a good amount of the day after arriving early in the morning and his back had started to complain about this. He never did gain the patients for waiting that his uncle had.

Itachi, on the other hand, had no problem with continuing to lie down on his branch. The sixteen year old had been in this world for nearly seven years and had accepted that he would spend a lot of time in trees as Naraku had finally called an all out war against the Western lands. This meant Kagome was no longer hiding out in the palace training him and Shippo with Sesshomaru; she would travel the western lands, defending them with him and Shippo at her side.

She didn't need their help as she could easily defend herself; she just wanted to keep them close. The only time she ever left them was when she went to visit her family in the future, something she tried to do at least one week every two months. Today was the last day of one of those weeks and they were meeting her at the edge of the western border. When ever she was in the future he and the kitsune would travel with InuYasha, Sango, Miroku and Kirara.

He had met the rest of the shard collectors after being in this world for nearly two months. They had taken to him easily and accepted him as part of their odd pack. They were his precious people and the only ones along with Kagome, Sesshomaru, Rin and Shippo who knew of his past and where he came from.

After the first time Kagome had disappeared down the Bone Eater's Well and Sesshomaru had explained to him that Kagome was actually from the future and had traveled to the past since she was fifteen, Itachi had spilled his guts to her. This means that she was there to comfort him when the two year mark approached and he knew his clone was killing his clan and forcing his brother against him.

The Uchiha would have killed himself if not for her reassuring words and caring eyes. A small smile creped over Itachi's face as he felt her aura approaching him and his demon nephew, slowly he stood and looked out into the lower forest, knowing she would be traveling along the branches towards them.

Below him, Shippo also felt her approaching and grinned like a maniac, "Finally! I don't understand how you can sit in trees so long, Tachi-ojisan."

Itachi rolled his eyes and dropped down to stand next to the other male. He unclipped the top few snaps of his cloak and hung his hand out of it in a bored fashion. No one knew why he did it, he didn't either really; he just had made an odd habit out of it.

With a new view of his neck a black chained necklace hung tightly around his neck could be seen, a small loop hang in the front with a blood red ruby the same color of his Sharingan in the center. It had been a gift from Kagome after he started to call her his older sister. He always wear his hitai-ate, the only reminder he has left of his home, even as he is currently wearing it over his forehead, he had gotten used to wearing it around his neck.

His Sharingan, he hardly ever used it unless he really needed to, it was a reminder of his clan he really didn't want, but he used it because it was part of him, he didn't base his style solely on it anymore however. Now days he could easily take on a horde of demons with out any trouble, and he did so in the name of the west. Along with the Uchiha red and white fan on the back of his cloak, he sports Sesshomaru's royalty marks proudly.

He still remembers the first time Kagome had admitted her fear about the Sharingan and he was quick to understand why. Kagome's attacks were based on her godlike speed, and she couldn't cast a Genjutsu to save her live, let alone dispel one used on her. That was also the time he started to train her in the proper use of genjutsu; she was good, but not a master like him.

There is only so much one can learn from scrolls, but she had done pretty well. Itachi easily ranked her Special Jounin, no doubt in his mind.

Soon Kagome's aura was closing in on them, and they spotted the blur she was known for jetting through the forest towards them. She stopped in the tree before them and smiled widely as her grey eyes finally landed on the pair. She stretched widely and looked up at the sky before looking back at them, "It so good to be back."

Shippo grinned at her and jumped to her branch, hugger her tightly, "It's great to have you back Okaa-chan."

She hugged him back with a slight giggle, "Of course you think that Shippo," She looked over the kit's shoulder, "He didn't cause too much trouble did he Itachi-chan?"

A small smirk graced the Uchiha's face and his dark eyes glittered with humor, "I will say no, but InuYasha with be another matter."

The Hatake pushed her kit back at arm's length with a stern look on her face, though if one looked hard enough you could see the barely constrained laughter in her eyes, "What did I tell you about pranking Inu?"

Shippo gained a serious look, and he crossed his hand over his heart like he was pledging something, "Do it when ever I get the chance."

Kagome rolled her eyes and wrapped her arm around his neck and gave him a noogy, "You are twisting my words kit."

He grumbled and sent Itachi a look that said 'Don't say a word' as he pulled from his mother and tried to fix his hair, "He deserved it."

Kagome put her hands on her hips and looked over to her adopted brother, not trusting her son to answer her next question in truth, "Was it something I would sit him for?"

Itachi jumped to the same branch Shippo and Kagome stood on and held his laughter in by shaking his head, "What won't you sit dog breath for?"

The female shinobi gained a frown, "Good point," then she brightened up, "So what did you do Shippo?"

The kit looked up at her, his hands still in his hair; a malicious smile came over his face, "Remember that hair dye you bought in your time as a joke?"

Kagome's grey eyes widened to a new level and she looked over at her fellow shinobi with her question in her eyes. The leaf nin just nodded his head with a smirk at the memory. Kagome held her stomach and if she didn't have excellent chakra control she would have fallen out of the tree as she laughed, "You-you dyed his hair-hair n-neon green?!"

Shippo nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, "Looks great when done to silver hair, right Tachi-ojisan?"

Itachi couldn't help it; he started to chuckle quietly, "Indeed, it was really hard to take him serious."

Kagome shook her head and smiled to her self, the image of InuYasha with neon green hair permanently etched into her mind's eye. With a deep sigh she calmed down and looked back up at the sky, eyes searching for a reminder of the time. Stars twinkled merrily above her. Quietly she spoke, "Is it like this in Konoha, at night Itachi?"

Itachi also looked up at the bright stars and Shippo soon fallowed, each with their necks craned up. It took the Uchiha a moment to answer, "In the middle of the market square, no; but near the out skirts of the village, close to the forests, yes. And when you stand on the Hokage Monument, you feel like you can reach up and grab them."

They stood like that for the next ten moments, enjoying the moment of peace away from the war they were getting ready to jump back into. It was moments like this that kept them sane.

Slowly they let themselves drift from the moment of peace and looked back around the forest, it was quiet, not a bird or insect to put rhythm to the night song. It unsettled them every time they stood in the silent forest; it was eerie and unnatural, and usually meant danger around the next corner.

With one last look around them Kagome leapt off deeper into the western lands, her kit and fellow shinobi on her heels.

TBC

A/n: I realize that I made a mistake; Itachi wasn't an ANBU captain until age 13, well, oops…

Also, if he seems too OOC to you, remember, that according to my fic, the Itachi from the original story line is a completely different person. We didn't get to see much of Itachi when he was 11, so for all we know, him at that age could have been the make or brake part of his life.

Anyway, Thanks for reading,

Please excuse my grammar,

FT