Summary: He's been searching for her for over 200 years. He doesn't remember her face, nor does he remember her name. He doesn't even know whether she's alive, or dead. But he continues to walk this cursed path just for her. AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Card Captor Sakura.
From My Reflection of You
Chapter 2. and burn under the sky
"Just like a puppeteer controlling a puppet… she will see, she will be in control, but never appear…"
"And you formed an alliance with the people who had stolen the book from us. But then told us that they read the book, made a copy, and if we wanted it, we'd have to pay 450 yen per page." Meiling looked at Naoko in front of her and went completely dumbfounded. "And that was a good idea, how?"
"Well, after she realized that we meant no harm, not we that we could harm her though when she showcased her abilities for us, and sincerely wanted to form an alliance for benefits in the near future, she did tell us that she had a copy of the book, although it wasn't the original one." Naoko explained, as she sat down and began taking notes down about Sakki. She was not someone that should be ignored; especially if she didn't have to do anything special in front of Syaoran to get that book from him. And while doing so, she also conveniently began re-assembling a new training schedule for Syaoran. "Even if the copy is not the original, and our client will not be very happy when he discovers this, at least we have secured something rather than nothing. And Sakki-san has also showed us the amount of money that her client had given her for the book. That large sum of money indicates that her client is extraordinarily wealthy, so it would not be a good idea to go up against him, not to mention that she isn't going to give us any information for free."
"Well, isn't she looking down at us condescendingly," Meiling commented while she was sprawled down on the couch comfortably. "I like her already."
"As expected from you, Meiling,"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You hate misogynists, and have always had a superiority complex in terms of a relationship between a female and a male."
"Can't deny that," Meiling snickered.
"So?" Tomoyo asked as she walked into the lounge caring a tray with cups of steaming tea. "Do you think that this alliance will benefit us? We've formed Wolf's Society for seven years already, accumulated a lot of enemies, but we've never formed an alliance." She handed each a cup before she sat next to Meiling who occupied most of the couch.
"I'm not sure myself," Naoko concluded after thinking for a moment. She pursed her lips together and then took a sip of her tea. "But from my point of view, I think it'll greatly benefit us. Their master is a Puppeteer which a great advantage to any job that we take, although asking for her assistance will probably require a sum of money which is why we should choose with care which mission she should help us with. And that Hisoka girl is also incredibly strong in terms of a Mage from what I was able to see. Apparently there are two other members but I have yet to see their abilities though."
Tomoyo nodded while taking a sip of her tea. "What is exactly a Puppeteer?"
Naoko paused, her pen poised in the air before she began writing again. "Puppeteer, to put it simply, is a Mage, but instead of using their mana to call upon the four elementals – which are fire, wind, earth and water, excluding purity and darkness – they use their mana to weave threads, if you want to put it that way. They weave threads of mana to control a person's limb, but the thread cannot be too thin, or else it may break, and it cannot be too large, because then it would not control the limb it is using effectively and will turn into a sloppy mess. It is one of the highest forms of magic, and I think you can see why just from the fact that it would take incredible accuracy to form the perfects threads in just an instance.
"These threads wrap around the limbs of a person, and the Puppeteer will be able to control of their limbs with her mana, making the person completely immobile unless this person has a higher form magic that will be able to counter the Puppeteer's. But even when the Puppeteer is in control, the movements of the puppet may seem to mechanical and nothing like the original movements of the person. From your neck to the tips of your fingers, a Puppeteer will weave threads all around you to make sure that your movements are normal. Or maybe the Puppeteer just wants to kill you off, which would be simple after immobilizing you.
"But there have been rumours where the Puppeteer can completely control you, except for your brain. After all, the brain is the one that controls everything and is mentally part of the person and is impossible to perceive by a second party. Things such are your voice box, and your face expression, a Puppeteer can control them after much practice because they are, after all, just muscles that can be manipulated by mana." Naoko finished her longed explanation with a swirl of her pen in the air, and with a satisfied smile, began writing again.
Meiling and Tomoyo both blinked slowly at the explanation, taking it all in before Tomoyo turned to Meiling. "What do you think about this, Meiling-san?"
"I like their leader, Sakki!"
She smiled. "I wonder what Eriol-san's take on this is."
"He isn't feeling so great," Meiling replied. "But since he is pretty mature about everything, he won't take what Hisoka did to heart."
"It was simply not a fair competition though." Naoko stated, closing her books. "He's been drained since the last job and has yet to recover fully. I'm sure he would have not struggled as much if he had full use of his mana. And I do not think that he is particularly upset"
"That's true." Tomoyo sighed, and glanced at Meiling who grumbled loudly.
"And? What are Syaoran and Sakki talking about now?"
"I don't know. Syaoran told us to head back first after paying for the copy of the book."
"So what's your purpose for opening up a Society?" Sakki asked. Sakki had her cheek imprinted on her the desk as she lazily doodled on a scrap piece of paper. She was having fun interrogating him and trying to get as much information out of him as she could. After all, he had volunteered to stay behind for something that only god, and maybe himself, would know, so she might as well use him while he was still here. That being said, she was still in the foyer, sitting on one of the lone desks that were just for looks, drawing, and leaving everything for Syaoran to do. Interestingly enough, he had agreed to help her, and she tried to help too, but her head ache just seemed to be getting worse.
"I don't understand." He paused when he was re-organizing the books back onto a shelf and looked at her quizzically.
"Most things are done with a reason, you know," she yawned. "Whether it's opening up a Society for money, or just wanting to mingle with people. A reason lies behind everything even if you aren't conscious of it."
"I'm looking for someone." He went back to putting the books back, glad that he was almost done with cleaning up.
"Oh? What's this person's name?" Her eyes travelled to look at his profile. He seemed to be in deep concentration. "My agency specializes in searching for people. We can help you, but you're paying of course."
He smiled. "Actually, I don't remember her name."
She raised an eyebrow at him. So he was determined enough to open up a Society to look just someone, but he couldn't ever remember her name? That just made his terrain so much wider. "Then how does she look like?"
"I don't remember that either." She shot him a blank look.
"Well, good luck searching for her."
"I thought you were going to help me."
"You haven't paid seventy percent of the fee yet. And besides, searching for her will probably be even harder than searching for a tooth pick in a stack of hay. You don't remember her name, you don't remember how she looks like; I say you should probably give up." Sakki nonchalantly listed his faults on his hopeless search. "Those are usually the most vital information if you want to search for someone."
"I know." He sighed and sat across from her after he dutifully put the books. "They say memories fade with time. I guess that's somewhat the problem for me. But if it's anything that I remember about her, then it's the time when we had to part. I didn't want her to leave, but I couldn't do anything about it."
"Tragic love story?"
"Well, I wouldn't say love, but maybe tragic. I don't think I loved her, but I'm definitely sure she didn't love me."
"How can you be so sure? You weren't her."
He smiled sadly. In a way, it was a pathetic sight for such a man to be looking like that in front of her. The way his bangs covered his eyes, casting shadows on his face as he leaned his head down. His hands were clenched together so tightly that his knuckles were beginning turning white. Sakki could only conclude that this girl is very important to him. But if she was so important, she didn't understand how he could forget such important details of her. Like the sound of her laughter, or maybe the way her eyes would glow every time she saw him. Those were all important memories that should never be forgotten so easily.
"But…" She looked towards him. "If there is anything I remember, it's her smiling face. The way her face would just light up no matter how I simply ignored her. She never did hate me for doing that, but instead, she would come to me almost everyday, always happy just to spend the time together in silence."
"Looks like you didn't know what you had until you lost it."
He laughed bitterly, his eyes darkening. "That's true."
"So? How long have you been searching for miss no name?"
"I've lost count." He looked at her oddly. "Maybe even over two hundred years ago…"
She sighed, ramming the edge of her pencil through the scrap paper and leaving at dent in the old desk. "You must be some old man then. The fact that you don't have a mop of white hair eludes me though." With a bitter sigh, she sat up straight and stretched. "You sure she's worth the search though?"
"She is."
"But you know, isn't that funny." Sakki got up slowly, while her muscles cramped in protest, and made her way to the kitchenette. "I'm searching for someone too. Maybe even over two hundreds years ago too!" She laughed. He couldn't see her expression as he stared at her back. "It's so bothersome. Searching for someone that may no longer exist in this world"
"Who are you searching for?"
"Well, unlike you, I remember who I'm searching for." She turned around with a steaming cup and none to offer him. She leaned against the counter, a wistful smile on her face. "But that's none of your business, of course."
He could only shake her head at her, for the concluding the topic she brought up that way. He had spent the last half hour or so chatting with her about nonsense, and he had been mildly surprised to find out that she was a rather friendly person, although reserved and secretive. She didn't like to talk about herself much, but kept asking him questions. He didn't mind too much though, since she wasn't going over the boundaries of his personal privacy and not digging into his secrets.
"And why are you still here? Shouldn't you run along, and go do some work?" Although she seemed to like teasing people.
"We don't have any requests at the moment."
"And how much people are in your Society?"
"Eight people, including me."
"What are their roles?"
"Naoko, the female you met earlier today is our Strategic Tactician, and the other male, Eriol, is our Mage. Then we have Tomoyo, our Healer, Rika, our Caretaker but she also knows the basics to be a Healer, and Meiling, our swordsman, or swordswoman. I'm sure she'll like you once Naoko tells her what happened here." She raised her eyebrow at him while taking a sip from her cup. "She's a feminist."
"I'm not particularly a strong feminist. Seeing people mistreat women does irritate me, but anyone abusing another is not appealing either."
"Maybe she'll turn you into one."
She laughed an empty laugh. It echoed throughout the room eerily, sending shivers down his spine. Her gleaming emerald eyes did not smile and the way she tilting her head back was unnerving. And then she stopped, locking her eyes with his. A strong wind blew through and open window, ratting the cups that hung off the cupboards, and she looked at him with an expression that he couldn't describe.
"It's hard to influence me." Her voice came out in a whisper, and he almost thought that those words were not meant for him to hear. Her eyes turned empty, and she turned her head to stare out the window. "Searching for someone… it really changes you after a long time. You ask yourself, 'Are they still alive?', 'Is that person worth it?', or even 'Does that person still remember me?' The time it takes; some people don't care. Some people may begin to think that they're wasting their time. But in the end, all you want to see is their smiling face, and say, 'Welcome back.'" She leaned down, and sigh whimsically, her hair covering her face.
"That's why you don't think about it." He said softly, smiling himself, albeit a bit sadly and she turned to regard him. "If it hurts so much, if there's too much pain to bear, you're only hurting yourself. So no matter what, don't think about it, and continue on. Because no matter what happens, no matter what you think, that's what you really want to do. Searching for that precious person."
"Aren't those wise words," she mocked him and smiled lightly. The light in her eyes didn't return, but he knew that it was a sincere smile.
"Of course. This is coming from a person with two hundred years of experience."
"Two hundred years?" A soft voice called out. The office door opened, and a sleeping Sho wondered out, hugging a pillow with one arm and rubbing his eyes with the other. He yawned and glanced at Syaoran. "Oh, you're still here." And then he looked at Sakki.
"Go back to sleep, Sho." Sakki said, and gave him a pointed look.
"If you can survive a night with zero hours of sleep, surely I can survive with forty-five minutes of sleep."
"I'm used to it."
"There's no reason why you could be used to it. You haven't slept a wink in the last fifty-two hours, and even before that, you only slept for two hours. If there's anyone that needs to go to sleep, it should be you, Sakki."
"All right, all right, I'll sleep tonight," Sakki sighed, and watched as Sho made his way towards her and began making coffee. "And why have you been keeping track of how much I sleep?"
"I'm concerned about you, you know. For the past four years we've known each other, I can probably count the nights you do sleep, as opposed to the nights you haven't slept. A record like that is unhealthy." His quiet lecture almost had her smiling as he poured boiling water into four cups of tea.
"Four cups?"
"Yes, Sakki, four cups. Making only yourself a drink while you have a guest implies little etiquette." He beamed at her. She gave him a mild glare. Syaoran almost laughed out loud. "Anyways, Hiso-chan and Asa-kun should be waking up soon."
As if on cue, Hisoka almost fell into the foyer in a flurry while tripping over her feet, all bleary eyed and it looked as if she was near tears.
"I'm so sorry!" She cried out, and crumpled down to the ground, kneeling with her head hung low. "I – I'm very, so very sorry a – about what happened!"
"It's all right, Hisoka," Sho said gently, and held out a cup towards her. "Coffee?"
"B – but…"
"Hisoka, why don't you clean yourself up first, and we can talk about this later?" Sakki cut in smoothly, finishing up her cup as she watched Hisoka's shoulders slump and struggle to stand up. She left the room sadly, dragging her feet across the hardwood floor. When she finally got to the bathroom, Sakki could only shake her head while Sho went to sit down on a couch, dangerously holding all four cups while handing Syaoran one.
"She's…" The low male voice trailed off, and Sakki knew what he wanted to ask.
"Hisoka has Dissociative Identity Disorder. In other words, she has a split personality, or an alter ego if put into simpler terms." Sakki explained, making her way towards the couch where Sho sat, and as expected, he sidled up close to her to cling to her arm. "The Hisoka you just saw is the one we assume to be the original. Quiet, polite, and extremely shy, not to mention always apologizing to every little thing when it isn't even her fault. The Hisoka that attacked you is her alter ego that just loves to swear, short tempered, and attacks people when she's pissed off. Sho here likes to call gentle Hisoka, Hiso-chan, and scary Hisoka, Soka-chan."
He blinked at her. "I see…"
"You get used to it. But Soka-chan here usually only wakes up when Hiso-chan is being bothered anyways. So if you don't want to see a repeat of this morning, I say treat Hiso-chan nicely," she smiled at him sweetly. "Which you would even if she didn't have Soka-chan, right?"
"Of course…"
"Well, now that that's settled…" A knock came from the door. Sakki made no move as she turned her head slightly and looked at the door. She smiled politely, but it didn't reach her eyes as she watched the door open, and in walked a little, old man. He held a cane in one hand, a hat in another with a bulky man following from behind. He only took a few steps in the room when he stopped to turn towards Sakki to stare at her. He didn't move.
"I heard you conveniently made a copy of 'The Soul Reader'." It wasn't a question; it was a statement that was said to be answered. He smiled a fake smile at her.
Sakki was not deterred, after all, she's seen worse. "That is correct. But if you do see a problem in my actions, you would have specified in your instructions that no one is to look through the book while stealing it and burning down the library." She looked at him calmly as his eyes almost glared at her. "Your limited instructions are what caused the copy to be leaked out, and you can only blame yourself, Black Dealer."
"Little girl, you do not understand what you are doing." He hissed back at her.
"Is that what you think?" He didn't answer her. "I know who you are, I know what you do, and as of right now, I certainly know what you want to do with that book that's inside the pocket of your jacket."
"You!" He narrowed his eyes at her, his eyes almost widening, and rudely pointed his fingers at her. "How do you know where the book is?"
"You say I don't understand what I'm doing, so I'll tell you little man, you're the one that doesn't understand anything." Her voice was harsh and cold, her eyes were empty and dead, and she smiled sadistically at him. "And the fire shall burn you."
His eyes widened, almost in fear, and he left without another word with his guard glaring at each one of them warningly, especially as Sakki who smiled back at him. The door slammed shut and then room was left with a tension in the air.
Sho sighed beside her. "Well, I guess that there are times like this when I realize that you're our boss."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sakki laughed merrily this time. It was infectious and melodic, and Syaoran inwardly thought to himself that it was also a clever thing to stay on her good side. He, himself, could probably never pull that off, but in a far off memory, he seemed to remember that he was a rather vicious person himself. That was a long time ago though.
"But you know – " Syaoran cut in, " – although you did deal with him rather well, he'll probably want revenge."
"That's true," Sakki nodded casually, sipping on a cup of warm coffee. "I bet he wants to burn my office down now."
"Should we start packing now then?" Sho asked.
"That wouldn't be such a bad idea. But I don't think Asa would like it very much."
"Probably, but he wouldn't have much to pack anyways. Maybe just some clothes and a bundle of money."
"That's true!" Sakki laughed and watched as Sho finish his cup of and skip to his room.
"Aren't you worried?" Syaoran asked, nonplussed that they were treating such a crisis so casually, and were even planning to pack up.
"There's nothing to worry about. Not to mention if this place really does burn down, it'd be a good opportunity to go our separate ways, which basically means to hide by the way, since we haven't paid the rent in the last… three months?"
"You…"
"I should go tell Hisoka and Asa when he wakes up!" She skipped towards her room happily, leaving Syaoran by himself.
And Syaoran could only shake his head at the sudden change of events.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She never did like looking at herself in the mirror, because every time she would take a glimpse at herself, she honestly didn't know the girl that was staring back at her so sadly. That person was a stranger. And then, she would realize that she no longer knew who she is. Who she originally was. Her sole purpose in this life that kept her moving on seemed like it was in vain, and stretched so thin, that everything seemed just about ready to snap. She's been living far too many years than the average person, yet she hasn't been leading a fulfilling life that she could be proud of. Her reflection smiled back at her sadistically. And if she ever did find him in this lifetime, he would be so sad to know that she'd spent the last years only searching for him.
Her eyes traced the contours of her face. Her emerald seemed darker. There must have been one time where they shone with life, but now they were so dark, and soulless. And her skin. Ragged, dry, and too pale, shedding every single day, but nothing changed. And her hair. They had once been so long. So long that she had trouble managing it, but then she no longer cared. She never had time to cut her hair, and it had grown, just continued to grow without a care in the world. So she hated long hair now; the shorter, the better. And her lips. Almost never smiling, and even if they were, it was a disgusting façade that she held up. It was odd; she never did have trouble smiling like that.
Kinomoto Sakura is a liar.
Kinomoto Sakura was weak. A weakling who wore a crumbling mask that she could no longer fix. Her alias Kinomoto Sakki was so much stronger. Maybe she was like Hisoka, and had an alter ego. But Sakura knew better. She should've known better. She cut her hair, she changed her name, and she was even pretending to be someone that didn't exist, only because she knew. She knew that they were still searching for her. But she didn't have the strength to fight back anymore. She was so tired. So tired of running, and running, and still not being able to find her salvation.
But they had said that she was stubborn. And she was. So she was not going to cling onto that darkness that continues to invade her heart. All those horrors and fake smiles were not going to break her any longer because she knew the truth now. And all these years, she had been such a naïve little girl. She'll prove them wrong. She was still the Kinomoto Sakura two hundred years ago, and even Sakki could be proof of it. She was strong. She will be strong.
Because all her precious people were still waiting for her.
"Sakki!"
She dropped the blank piece of paper down the drain and washed it out. She was now Kinomoto Sakki. Kinomoto Sakura, for now, will just have to watch as her life is played out before her eyes. Like a puppeteer controlling its puppet.
She will see, she will control, but she will never appear before the enemy.
"Ah, I see. I suppose we'll be needing back up now, don't we?"
"Suppose?! We do need back up, idiot! We almost died back there!"
"Really? I think we handled it rather well. We just have a couple of bruises and cuts, nothing my antidotes won't heal." Pause. "Oh, I think they're chasing after us."
"If you don't start running then I'll leave you behind!"
Tomoyo opened the door in surprise. Syaoran brought back a group of people that looked rather grumpy. Well, maybe just one person, but that one person alone tensed up the atmosphere so much that everyone else had decided to be silent. Except for that brunette who was smiling at her. And then there was a blonde female that looked scared, and a male that tiredly clung to her arm, his eyes drooping. And then there was Syaoran who looked perplexed, as if he himself didn't know why he was with this group of people who were carrying their luggage to their place.
"For now on, we'll be under your care!" The brunette gave her a small smile and then bowed down. "Please take care of us!" Tomoyo looked at Syaoran quizzically while the people behind him began bowing.
"P – please take care of us!"
"Please take care of us."
The other male just glared at her. Syaoran scratched the back of his head.
"By some odd spiel, Kinomoto Sakki here, master of Sakki Puppet's Society – " He gestured towards the dazzling brunette, " – she had some how convinced me to let her stay at our place until she finds another office."
"What happened to her office?" Tomoyo asked, drawing her eyebrows together.
"Well, it's supposed to be burnt down."
"Supposed to be?"
"It hasn't burnt down yet, but Sakki here predicted that it'll be burnt down by the Black Dealer."
"So you're not only a Puppeteer but also a Prophet?" Tomoyo addressed Sakki politely with a bow.
"Of course not, I just simply made a conclusion after deducting the situation, and consequences. It appears I've betrayed him in his eyes, and now he'll probably want me dead. The simplest way is to burn my office down, but I suppose he could've sent an assassin after us also."
"A – assassin?" The shy female spoke up with her eyes widening fearfully.
"Don't worry, as long as the assassin knocks on Asa's door first, he'll surely get a beating for waking him up!"
"Anyways!" Syaoran interrupted and glanced at the group behind him. "We only have two guest rooms. Will you be sharing?"
"Hell no – "
Sakki cut in before Asa could go on. "That's perfect! Do you have an infirmary with a bed also?"
"We do…"
"Okay! I've divided the rooms up! Me and Hisoka will share a guest room, Asa, you get the other room, and Sho can sleep in the infirmary!"
"Excuse me?" This time Tomoyo spoke up. "It's rude to push someone to sleep in the infirmary, and not only that, the infirmary belongs to me, and only sick people are allowed to sleep in their so they can be monitored."
"Doesn't he look sick to you?" She gestured towards the male with maroon hair who smiled politely at her, his face a few shades too pale. "Every now and then, he'll randomly faint. I have no idea what's wrong with him, but if he does share a room with Asa, he'll probably only get more sick."
Tomoyo sighed and shook her head. "Syaoran…"
"I'm sure Meiling will be happy!" Syaoran exclaimed, trying to amend things.
"Well, why don't we think of it this way?" Sakki began slowly and her eyes seemed to shine with mischief. "Sakki Puppet's Society shall disband as of today, and all members will join Wolf's Society! There, now we're a part of the team."
A muddle of voices came together, all directed towards her, but Sakki casually stepped into the spacious lounge and began looking for her room.
"You did not just say that!"
"S – Sakki…!"
"Doesn't seem like a bad idea…"
"I didn't let you join yet!"
"Syaoran… you're a bit naïve aren't you?" Well, maybe except for one voice.
And she was right.
A ghost smile crept it way across her face as she stared at the scene before her. The red flames rose under the night sky, swallowing everything that stood in its way. Sakki sat on a bench across the street from the fire, casually throwing peanuts in the air and eating them. She had just arrived a minute ago, and it seemed as if they had already started the party. But it seemed as if she had arrived too late, and they had already left. Except they seemed to have discovered that no one was in the office and conveniently left a note out for her. Right on the bench she was sitting on. Written in ugly handwriting, it read:
Fire is dead.
It was a statement that needed an answer, and she had known that particular answer long before he ever appeared in front of her, might as well write that message for her so she wouldn't pursue him. Not that she would pursue him from the beginning anyways. For an old man, his intelligence is the size of a goldfish. He just eventually forgets everything anyways.
Sakki sighed. It was getting cold. She got up and crumpled the note up in her hands, and then set it aflame with her magic. A blue flame wrapped itself around the dainty paper and it vanished in a mere second in her hand with the ashes softly blowing towards the ground. Under the light of the moon, Sakki smiled, her hands in her coat's pockets, and a wind blew past her. She walked away from the mass of dying flames with only the moon as the witness to her endless journey.
"Phyre shall live."
As the story is told
I will follow my role
As the legend unfolds
I will follow my destiny
As fate plays her role
I will wonder to the unknown
And become the legend of an untold story
o from Air TV
Junryou –
Okay, so I thought I'd try to clear some things up in this chapter in a cryptic way. So now the fact that Sakki is Sakura has been brought up in the story, and also a vague reason to why she's keeping her identity hidden. And I thought I'd bring up the fact that Syaoran is searching for someone up too, since I don't want my readers that I'm cheating them out with that false summary. It's true! I kind of brought it up in the last chapter, but in a really, really, weird and random way. I might not have understood it too. I mean, Syaoran's having such a nightmare while he's still poisoned, but he wants to stay in it longer! Gosh, my characters are really insecure aren't they?
Anyways, I actually had this chapter typed up about a week ago but was too lazy to edit it until recently. So it's been lying in my flash drive while I agonize over the return of school, and when I did, gosh, I had to start managing my time again so I get enough hours of sleep. And hopefully finish more of my homework this year too…
So, I've explained what's wrong with Hisoka, if anyone's confused or curious. I decided to add in a little bit about the Puppeteer at the end too, in case some people aren't too sure. But I have to admit, this chapter didn't really turn out how I originally planned it. Initially, Sakki wasn't supposed to realize that her office was going to be burnt down. Then I kept writing and it turns out like this. But I like it this way too.
I don't think I'm going to be updating soon, although I'm already working through the next chapter, because I'm starting one of my many little plot points with chapter 3, so I just want to make sure everything makes sense and change stuff if I forget anything. I'll try to update as soon as possible though! I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
5 281 words. Updated on September 14, 2008.