Disclaimer : I don't own Bleach. Or any of the products mentioned. Especially the cars.
Week six :
~Sunday~ *20/02*
With a thud her phone landed on her bed, as she forgot about the device. The conversation she just had, changed her whole mood, she was happy… now an anger brewed in her heart. Her body acted on its own. Step by step her feet walked, down the stairs and through the double doors.
The brightness of his orange hair was hidden, as he was working on the broken down car in his room. He only heard the door closing, but nothing else. His curiosity grew and he looked up. Her small figure was standing by the entrance of his room, leaning gracefully against the solid oak door. Violet eyes stared at the ceiling, as if the mind didn't know where it was.
"Rukia?" He wiped the black oil off his hands with an old T-shirt and went over to the raven girl that was lost in her own world. "Midget, you are making my ceiling blush with your staring." He grasped her attention and her eyes turned to him.
"He'd be so lucky." A small smile grew, but not one he wanted to see.
"Maybe I'd be so lucky?" He knew something was wrong, but he was not going to ask her, she would tell him when she was ready. With the back of his hand he softly touched her cheek and instantly her facial expression softened. It wasn't moments later that Rukia's arms pulled Ichigo into an embrace. He didn't know what to do, but a small voice in the back of his mind, only told him to hold onto her.
Reluctantly Rukia's arms dropped from his waist, but she stayed close to his warmth. "Can I stay here tonight?"
"Yeah…"
When the light was off, both the orange haired strawberry and raven haired midget was save between the covers of Ichigo's king size bed. She had borrowed one of his shirts, being as lazy as she was, she didn't want to go to her own room to get her PJ's. It looked like a tent, but it was comfortable. Meanwhile Ichigo had turned a shade of red, knowing that a girl was lying beside him, ONLY in her panties and a T-shirt. Luckily the lights were off and Rukia didn't see the blush on his cheeks.
Silently both slipped into a dream, or maybe even a nightmare.
~Monday~ *21/02*
It's no ones fault, but yours.
Just a whore.
Not worthy.
A disgrace.
The nightmare shook Rukia from her slumber. Immediately she sat up, panting heavily. But she was not alone. At the edge of the bed Ichigo sat, with his back facing her. His muscles were tensed and rigid. Sweat glimmered in the small ray of moonlight dancing in the room.
"Did I wake you?" his tone was soft and caring, but deceiving.
"No…" She moved closer, placing her hand on his shoulder blade. "What is wrong Ichigo?"
He was silent for a moment, then hesitantly he started talking. "I… I though with you here…it might help." His right hand was balled into a fist, while is leg bounced up and down. He was full of angst. "But the dreams… nightmares." He stopped and turned to her. Tears rolled down his cheeks. "They keep coming." Rukia was frozen… the way Ichigo was looking at her, it made her crumble. Never before had she seen someone this vulnerable.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She placed her hand gentle on his shoulder, but found her touch didn't ease his emotions.
He shook his head. "No… you are the only one I can tell." This encouraged Rukia to lean forward and wrap her arms around Ichigo's torso.
"Then I'm listening…"
"It all started with that car…" Ichigo's head turned towards the old beat-up car "… it was a really hot summer, the worst I've ever experienced…"
"Isshin, honey?" Masaki Kurosaki walked into the hospital wing of the house, in search of her husband. When she finally located her husband he was sitting in the kitchen, tickling Karin and Yuzu.
"Daddy! Stop… Daddy!" The girls shouted in unison. Masaki couldn't help but stare at her beautiful family. They were content with their lives and happy beyond compression. When Isshin finally noticed his wife standing at the door, he kissed both girls on the cheek and let them go. He stepped towards Masaki and pulled her into an embrace. For just a moment they stood motionless, then Isshin captured Masaki's lips with his own. In the background he could hear Karin say something along the line of "ew" and Yuzu the complete opposite.
"How was your day?" Masaki asked as she held onto Isshin's waist with her left arm.
"I heard from the Central 46…" he paused, while Masaki's glare increased.
"And?"
"They approved the building of our hospital." His grin widened.
Ever since they've known each other, both Masaki and Isshin wanted to help people, so they started with a small clinic in their own home. And for the last couple of months they have been planning to build the biggest hospital in Karakura City.
"That's wonderful news… It may take up most of our time, but it will pay off in the end." Isshin kissed her cheek and Masaki's arm fell from his position. "I have to pick up Ichigo and my car's air conditioner isn't working…can I take yours?" Needless to say, Isshin only nodded. That was car his life, after his family and work of course. He bought it when he was only a teenager and built it up from its decomposing state, he even added a few extras, like said air conditioner. It was a 1968 Chevrolet Camaro.
She lifted the keys off the hook and waved Isshin goodbye. The car hummed to life and Masaki made her way to the Dojo. She only waited a few minutes for her son, but when he came out he had a disappointing look on his face. First thing that jumped into her head was Ichigo had gotten hurt. Second he had hurt someone else, but she had no idea what could have upset her son this much. When he saw her, he did what he always would do, smile the largest smile in the world. He ran up to her and gave her a hug.
"What's wrong Ichigo?" They were on the way home, almost half way.
"Nothing…" the orange haired boy, that just turned 9, said.
"You know I don't believe you…"
At first he looked reluctant, but the he decided to tell his mother the truth. "Today I fought Tatsuki again, but this time I won…"
"Isn't that a victory?"
"No, I hurt her. I don't want to hurt my friends, mom." He looked quite pained by the idea of him being the reason someone was hurting.
"Honey" her eyes stayed on the road "remember what I told you, fighting isn't the answer, but when nobody answers and fighting begins… at least you can protect yourself and the ones you love."
"But what if I hurt someone…"
"Just know, that the person you will be fighting, won't be your friend, because friends don't fight their friends." The rest of the way home, they had more casual conversations, about school and so on, but that didn't last.
They were two blocks from their home. Crossing an intersection. When, suddenly… everything happened so fast. A giant truck ran the red light and hit the Camaro's tail, the car swung and hit the curb. This started a chain reaction. The car flipped and tumbled for 20 meters then landed on all four wheels…
"… all I remember was my mom holding me. She died on scene… nobody could save her, I was rushed to hospital of course. I was in the ICU for a week. They thought I wasn't going to pull through, but I did. After that I just hid behind a façade… I hid my emotions from everyone. I just wanted to protect everyone, not burden them. Since then I had nightmares, well a nightmare… each time the same thing over and over" his muscles tightened "again". His breathing was shallow, but more regular. "I put off going to sleep, by working on the Camaro, but I'm no mechanic… I'll never finish it, but somehow… it brings me closer to my mom." He turned to cup her face in his palm. "I shouldn't have told you… I'm only bur-"
"burdening me?" she completed his sentence and looked him in the eye. "You are not…this is your emotions and feelings, they could never burden me. All I can do is relieve the burden off your shoulders. You shouldn't deal with this alone, Ichigo. It would kill you."
He leaned closer and kissed her on the forehead "It won't… because I have something worth living for." His finger trailed down her collarbone to the necklace dangling around her neck. "You still wear it?"
"I'm not taking it off, this I promise you."
"Let's get some sleep… we have school in a few hours." Again they laid down between the covers and set off for dreamland. But Rukia couldn't help but feel guilty as she laid in Ichigo's arms. He had told his story, his burden… but she was cropping up her emotions. Her secret wasn't one she'd tell just anybody. Could I tell Ichigo? The question haunted her in her sleep.
Before sun even rose Rukia had slipped out of Ichigo's bed and headed towards her own room, not before kissing him on the cheek. She dressed in skinny jeans and black pumps, but she was reluctant to get pull on another shirt. Ichigo's purple NICE VIBE t-shirt had become something she treasured, but to maintain their secret, she pulled it over her head and grabbed a purple tank top with green hippy tie-die prints. Even though spring was starting to peak through the winter, Rukia grabbed her leather jacket and went down stairs.
She found Toshiro already in the kitchen, and the other in the hallways. Ichigo had looked at her very secretively and then called her a Midget. For this he received a hard kick to the shin and big bruise.
As the day dragged on Rukia found out it was going to be very hard to maintain her and Ichigo's little (big) secret. An odd feeling brewed within her each time she saw Orihime walk next to Ichigo holding his hand, but when their eyes met, he apologize with a look and continued with the red head. It was in Maths when Rukia's phone buzzed in her pocket.
Go to the bathroom on the second floor, east wing. Now. I.K.
She excused herself from the class and made her way to said location, but she never reached it. When she passed the Janitor's closet, the door opened and an arm shot out, grabbing her. Inside, between the disinfected and cleaner, stood a Strawberry.
"You can get us in serious trouble." She whispered, not planning to be the cause of someone hearing them.
"Nah…" he shrugged "I just needed to see you" he whispered back.
"What? Why?"
"Do I need a reason?" He pulled her closer and planted his lips on hers. It wasn't gentle at all, but just what Rukia needed. Their tongues danced in and out of each others mouth, making each moan, occasionally.
Yep, this was going to be hard.
~Tuesday~ *22/02*
Rukia was walking down the hall just after break when she spotted Ichigo. He was yanking his locker door open and shoving books inside. By the look on his face, she'd say he was in a bad mood.
"You know, that poor door did nothing to you." He immediately sprung around to scream at the person for making his day even worse. But luckily at the sight of the raven haired student, he calmed down.
"Oh I know, it just likes being roughly handled." He smirked and leaned against the iron cage.
"So you are pleasing it?" She rubbed her chin, in an I-am-a-detective way and leaned to the left to and see the locker, but Ichigo's body, very perfect body, was obscuring her view.
"There are more things in life I want to please." He was clearing speaking of her.
"So what got you in this bad mood?" She skipped right to the point.
"Nothing…"
"Ichigo?" the bell rang, signally the beginning of their period.
"I'll talk to you tonight." With that he turned and walked to his class, leaving a confused transfer student alone.
Needless to say, they did speak again that day, but they couldn't talk about the topic at hand in front of their roommates, so Ichigo slipped a letter into Rukia's hand.
Come to my room tonight. Just before midnight.
She nodded when no one was looking and Ichigo smiled back. Not one of his smirking smiles, but a real smile. That is when a knock came from the front door. Rukia quickly made her way over to open the door, but almost slammed it closed again. Standing outside, only a few meters from her stood a giant. He was huge. He was scary. But a pink haired girl peaked over his shoulder.
"Kenpachi?" Ichigo asked as he walked by.
"Ichigo!" The man's voice boomed through the air, scaring Rukia even more. She only politely smiled and moved so he can enter the house.
"What brings you by?" The man had taken the hint and came inside.
"Well, I ran out of sugar and this little miss needs her cereal… with sugar. So can I borrow a cup?"
Ichigo nodded and made his way over to the kitchen. "Why do I get the feeling Yachiru stole the sugar?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow and looked at the little girl sitting on her father's shoulder.
"Ichi I didn't! I swear!" Rukia had followed behind Kenpachi and was no standing on the other side of the room.
"Oh… I forgot to introduce you, this is Rukia Kuchiki, our foreign exchange student." At the mention of her surname, his eyes 'popped' like he knew something.
"Nice to meet you, I am Kenpachi Zaraki and this is Yachiru."
"Nice to meet you, Ru-twoo."
In a matter of minute they left and Renji strolled into the living room and called for a 'meeting'.
"Okay guys, the trip is in 9 days, so make sure your passports are ready and our bags are packed." He seemed overly excited for going to a foreign country and going somewhere he has to work.
"I almost forgot about that…"
"Well make sure you are ready." Their conversation continued about what they were going to do while there, but Renji was too secretive about it, so they only talked about living arrangements. Rukia suggested they stay at their manor, but Renji declined saying, they were going to stay in a 4 star hotel. Rukia only mumbled under her breath that her home was 5 stars. During the whole argument on the details of the trip, Rukia noticed Renji and Ichigo not making any eye contact, which seemed overly weird.
23:57 Rukia slipped out of her bed and headed down stairs. The door creaked a bit when she opened it, but luckily nobody heard. Ichigo was again standing, bent over by the Camaro.
"Ichigo." He turned, but didn't greet her with words. His lips melted with hers and their kisses became a rhythmic movement. "Are you going to tell me now?" She finally asked when the lips detached from one another. "Is it something with Renji?"
"How…"
"I have eyes Ichigo… You two didn't talk at all this afternoon."
"Well yeah. It was because we had a fight today."
"About?"
"You… he started to notice our incredibly good moods and he confronted me about it." Ichigo pulled her toward his bed. They sat down with Rukia sitting on Ichigo's lap.
"What did you do?"
"I denied it, I only told him we are starting to become really good friends, but he wouldn't believe me." His laugh was almost inaudible.
"Don't worry about it." She kissed his cheek and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Rukia, what happened Sunday night when you came into my room?" She had hoped he had forgotten, she even started to believe he had, but now the memories flooded back to her.
"Nothing…" Ichigo fell back onto the bed, cradling Rukia in his arms.
"I know there is something, but you can tell me when you want to, I'm not pushing you." They didn't say anything to each other again that night, they only listened to each other's heart beat as the fell asleep.
~Wednesday~ *23/02*
Sweat covered Rukia's brow as she ran up and down the coffeehouse, it was just after four and the place was still crowded. A coffee here. A pot of tea there. Soon Rukia couldn't keep up, but just as she started to loose it, the customers became less. When the clock tolled 17:30… most of the customers where out.
Rukia's was in the kitchen collecting an order when the door chimed, signalling another customer. After Rukia delivered her order she made her way to the new customer, one she recognised immediately. Ichigo smirked at her as she made her way over to him. He was dressed in a black Puma tracksuit pants and a white long sleeved shirt, which clung to his biceps perfectly.
"What can I get you, sir?" She put on her acting voice, all sweet and fake.
"What do you have?" he smirked at her, making her stomach do back flips.
"Coffee. Tea or" she leaned closer and whispered "Me." I always wanted to say that!
Of course his smirk grew considerably. "I like the last option, but I think that is for another time, when we are…" he then mouthed alone.
She couldn't help but giggle "So what will it be, sir?"
"Just a coffee" She made her way over to the machine and started to brew him a cup of coffee, when Rangiku confronted her.
"Why are you so happy? Please tell me it is a boy!" Her eyes began to sparkle and Rukia could have sworn she saw hearts flutter around her.
"What makes you think that Rangiku?"
"That silly smile you got planned on you face says it all Rukia." She winked at her and turned away. Rukia couldn't help but touch her lips as Rangiku walked away. Ichigo waited until Rukia was finish and then both made their way over to his Mustang. The trip was quiet, but suddenly Ichigo pulled over and killed the engine. Before Rukia could asked why he stopped, she saw where they were. It was the place they stopped before, the first time they confronted each other.
Again there was no conversation, only heated kisses and moans from both teenagers. As Rukia shifted to get a better position she felt a sharp pain in her leg.
"Ouch!"
"What?" Ichigo looked bewildered.
"Nothing, I just sat on the shifter." Ichigo burst out of laugher and held onto his stomach.
"It isn't funny!" She slapped his arm and he pulled her closer, onto his lap to avoid a collision with the shifter. "Hey, don't think I'm going to forgive you if you kiss me." His lips touched her neck and then found her lips, he kissed her deeply and passionately. After awhile the broke apart. "Okay… maybe I forgive you." She said as she sucked in air for her deprived lungs.
When they arrived at home, they found Toshiro raiding the fridge with everything from strawberry to chocolate sauce in his hands.
"Wow dude! Is your sweet tooth acting up again." Toshiro jumped at Ichigo's voice behind him.
"I-Ichigo? What are you doing here?"
"I live here."
"I thought you had a date with Orihime." Rukia's ears perked at the news and her glare met Ichigo.
"I had, but she cancelled on me. She has a zit and didn't want me seeing it." Rukia felt like laughing, but held it in. "So what's with the food?"
"Why can't I eat them?" Toshiro suddenly got really defensive.
"I didn't say you can't…"
Without saying another word, Toshiro left the kitchen and so did Ichigo, both leaving for their respective rooms. After a while Rukia also made her way to her room, but was stopped when she heard giggling coming from Toshiro's room. It wasn't in her character to eavesdrop, but it was to tempting.
"…will hear us." It was definitely Toshiro's concerned voice.
"He won't… Trust me Ichigo is probably reading some sort of Shakespeare book and is in his own world. My brother won't hear us."
"And how are you going to get out of here?"
" I'll climb out the window…" That's when Rukia only smiled and headed back to her room. Karin and Toshiro…Ichigo is going to be mad.
~Thursday~ *24/02*
It was during Science period that the intercom buzzed to life and called Ichigo to the Head Master's office. He quickly stood up, but Rukia could tell with his body language he wasn't worried about getting into trouble.
Minutes ticked by and Ichigo didn't return, deep down Rukia got anxious. Without her even knowing she started to click her pen and soon her whole class were staring at her with hatred in their eyes.
"What?"
They all returned the gaze to the board and continued to write down the notes. When the bell finally rang, Ichigo was still not back. Rukia waited at his locker but he didn't show up. His car was in the parking lot with an annoyed Renji waiting, but no Ichigo. She walked around the school searching for him, then finally after trying to call him, he answered.
"Hello?"
"Ichigo, where are you?"
There was a pause. "On the roof."
"I'm coming up, wait for me."
She quickly ran up the stairs and burst through the door to find Ichigo slumped against the wall. He looked pale and tired. His arms where slung over his bended legs.
"Ichigo…" She walked up to him, but he didn't respond to her presence, not until she touched his shoulder. "…did you get suspended?" She meant it as a joke. He laughed, but not too enthusiastically.
"No, lucky me huh?" His eyes didn't meet hers, he only kept staring at his shoes. After a while she sat down next to him and started to draw pictures on his arm with her finger. They sat in comfortable silence until the sun began to set. "Let's head home." He stood up first and pulled her up. She expected a kiss or something, but he only walked over to the stairs.
"You know…" he stopped "… I'll wait until you want to tell me, but know I am here. You are not alone." Rukia meant ever word.
~Friday~ *25/02*
Ichigo had skipped school and the rumours already started he was suspended or kicked out of the school. This of course made Rukia and the guys angry. Although they kept telling them Ichigo wasn't feeling well, the story just spread even more. By the end of the day the story had turned into a horror film, and Ichigo was portraying the Serial Killer with no soul. He was still locked in his room when they got home and by the looks of it, he didn't even get anything to eat the whole day. So by 8 'o clock Rukia made him a sandwich and knocked on his door.
"Ichigo, I got you something to eat." There was no answer. "Can I come in?" Nothing. "Well I'll leave it out here." She placed it on the table next to his door and turned around. Uryu, who was sitting on the couch, gave her a nod. It made her feel a little better, but not by much. Later that night when everyone was in bed, Rukia made her way down stairs to see if Ichigo was feeling better. But the food was untouched, except for a huge chunk missing, which was probably Renji's doing. She knocked on the door and yet again no answer.
"Ichigo I'm coming. Like it or not!" She turned the handle, but the door only opened an inch of two when it was pushed closed by Ichigo.
"Don't."
"Ichigo you need to eat something, you can't stay locked up in there."
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine."
"You could've fooled me." The scenario was like in every sad chick flick ever created. The girl on one side of the door, while the boy stood on the other. Their hand placed on the same place, just on opposite sides of the door.
"You know… I told you a truck hit our car."
"Yes."
"Well… The person inside, was a … hired gun" Rukia didn't understand, so she kept quiet waiting for Ichigo to explain. "He was hired to kill us… he murdered my mother." She could hear his voice crack and break, but there was nothing she could do, but listen. "They found him yesterday. I'll be in prison for a long time."
"Shouldn't you be happy?"
"Yes, but he has two children… it feels like I just took their father away from them… how can I live with this?"
"You shouldn't have to. It isn't your fault… He took your mom away from you. You can't control what is going to happen to him." Rukia slid to the floor, feeling the exhaustion creeping up on her.
"Rukia go to bed, I'll be fine."
"I'm not leaving you… not now." For an hour there came no sound from outside of the room, so when Ichigo opened the door he didn't expected Rukia sleeping on the floor curled into a ball. He gently picked her up and took her over to the bed. He tucked her in, then grabbed his jacket.
~Saturday~ *26/02*
It was just after 1 in the morning when Ichigo strolled into a bar, barely 5 miles from the house. He had walked the whole way, just so that he won't wake anybody at home with the noise from the Mustang's engine. The bartender didn't question Ichigo's age, he only asked what he wanted to drink. The bar was nearly full for that time of day, but it didn't matter to Ichigo. He took a sip from his beer and leaned forward on the counter. After his 5th of 6th beer Ichigo felt someone sit down next to him.
"I thought students are too young to hang out in bars, especially alone." Ichigo raised his head to see that Mr. Kurako was standing next to him, sipping his whisky. Ichigo didn't feel like apologizing for his actions, he only kept quiet and continued to drink. "I may not know what you are going through, but you have to talk to someone." They sat in silence, listening to the noises of the bar. To Ichigo it felt like Mr. Kurako was waiting for Ichigo to talk to him, but he didn't even know the man, why would he open up to him. After 15 minutes Shunsui's phone started buzzing.
The older man answered the call, reluctantly. "My dear Nanao!" He quickly yanked the phone away from his ear, to avoid going deaf. Ichigo could here his math teacher shout at her fiancé, he couldn't help but laugh. "I'm on my way home, as we speak." Again he pulled the phone away from his ear. "No darling, I'm not talking while driving."
As expected Ichigo zoned out of his teacher's phone call and paid the bartender. Outside the air smelled ten times sweeter, than the smoke and alcohol inside the bar. Ichigo wondered around, aimlessly, until the sun made it appearance. He had to squint at the brightness. His head was starting to throb, thanks to the few beers Ichigo had drunk.
He cursed himself when he noticed where his feet were dragging him. Urahara's Coffee Shop. It was too late to turn around, because the stripped hat wearer already saw Ichigo standing outside the shop.
"Who slapped you and made you their bitch?" It was Yuroichi. She was dressed in her normal attire, leaning against the door frame. Ichigo didn't respond, only groaned in pain as the headache took his toll. "Let's get you some coffee."
With the warm liquid in his hand, Ichigo started to talk. "My dad told you guys." It was more a statement, than a question.
"Yeah…Why it took over eight years-" Urahara was cut off by angry growl from Ichigo.
"You guys know he has two kids, 10 and 12 years old."
"Yes, Ichigo." It wasn't Yuroichi of Urahara answering him, but his own father. He came out of the kitchen holding a plate with an omelette.
"Jeez Isshin. I'll let you in once and you take over." Urahara grabbed the plate, earning a puppy face from Isshin.
Naturally the morning continued with more crying faces (fake once), screaming and hitting people who are older. Before Isshin left he asked Ichigo only one question that made Ichigo rethink everything. "How the Camaro?"
Just before it was opening time, the front door chimed and an angry raven haired girl walked in. She walked right up to Ichigo and kicked him, hard, on the shin.
"Dammit, what was that for!" He knew she was mad, because her left eye was twitching.
"Oh, leave me alone in your room… so when I wake up I stroll right on out, right into Renji!" She whispered screamed at Ichigo, to avoid Urahara overhearing their conversation. Ichigo snorted in attempt not to laugh. "Oh, that's not the best part, when he saw me in your T-shirt, he asked me if I slept with you." Yeah that pushed him over the edge. He held onto his stomach as he laughed, almost rolling on the floor. "It ain't funny!" She kicked him again, but he was laugh so hard, he didn't even feel it.
When Ichigo finally tamed his laughing he told her he would speak to Renji and explain to him what happened. But Rukia had already beaten him to it.
"I just told him a white lie… said I stole your T-shirt because my PJ's was in the wash and I went in you room looking for you to apologize."
"You are one smart midget."
She kicked him again.
~Sunday~ *27/02*
It was a real uneventful Sunday in the house. Toshiro was out taking photo's somewhere, well that's what Ichigo thought. Chad had disappeared in the early hours of the morning. Shuuhei didn't even come home, he only messaged them to say he was staying over at a 'friend's' house. Uryu was working at his father's hospital for the last week, so he wasn't home most of the time.
Renji and Ichigo was fiddling with something down in the living room, while Rukia was catching up with her homework, safely in her own room. But thirst got the better of her. She was at the stairs when she heard Renji and Ichigo talking. It was the second time that week when she eavesdropped.
"… times should I tell you?"
"It won't help, because I know you are lying."
"There is nothing between me and Rukia."
"I can see there is, I ain't stupid Ichigo."
"Renji…"
"What 'bout Orihime? Are you also gonna stab her in the back." Rukia leaned forward, using the rail for support, she could see both of the guys sitting on the couch.
"What? No…"
"I know you don't love her…So don't cheat on her, just leave her."
"I'm not…" Ichigo stopped "You like Rukia don't you?" Ichigo had turned the tables in order to protect himself.
"Not anymore… I'm actually going out with-" CRASH!
I have no excuse... I humbly apologize for not updating!
Sorry for making this Chapter a little depressing and all... but - - - I'll try to bring in more humor next time.
Do you guys even get my humor, or is it just me?
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