Of course I want to think you guys who reviewed so here goes: tervas19, Cactus2008 (this should answer some of those questions but def not all, hehe) ABystander (Not annoying, but I still couldn't find Oorori) Draycos (thanks, i like the arguments they're fun, lol) Scherherazade (Good timing huh) silver starlight serpant, XOiHeartMiloOX, TheEvilMuffinToaster (Mwahahaa!) hanna-chan, and ice-cream-life.
General apology for Fayumi, I swear I looked it up and I still spelled it wrong. Don't worry it has been fixed and thanks for the heads up.
Oh, and I still don't own Ouran.
Kyouya sat between Haruhi and Fuyumi with his back straight and his head facing forward, while Fuyumi was busy waving and sending silent greetings to friends of hers and other socialites sitting in the audience. Kyouya looked at his former kohai in his periphery. Her hair fell in curls below her shoulders and brushed against her bare back. She certainly looked different than she did at the office. He sighed. Haruhi seemed to be doing the same thing he was doing, praying for this night to be over.
"Fujioka-san, ne?" Fuyumi said leaning forward.
"Hai." Haruhi said quickly, started by the sudden notice.
"You probably don't remember me-"
"Oh, no I do." Haruhi blushed after interrupting her. "You are Kyouya-senpai-um-Ootori-sama's onee-san."
"Ootori-sama?" Fuyumi said laughing. "Do you have all your former schoolmates call you that Kyou-kun?"
"I do not recall ever requiring that of Fujioka-san." Kyouya said tightlipped, as he adjusted his glasses. The last thing he wanted right now was to be subjected to Fuyumi's teasing, especially in front of Haruhi.
"So Fujioka-san do you often attend these kind of events?" Fuyumi asked.
"Call me Haruhi, please."
"Gomen, Haruhi-san but you must call me Fuyumi then."
"Hai, arrigato Fuyumi-san. But, no I do not come to these things often. I always feel so uncomfortable. It seems like such a waste of time really. I'd much rather be doing something constructive than attend something like this." Haruhi answered, she blushed again realizing that she might've said too much. She didn't want to sound like she was insulting Fuyumi for choosing to be here.
"You sound just like Kyouya." Fuyumi said smiling.
Kyouya just threw his sister an icy glare but could not control his tongue. "If you dislike such events so much Fujioka-san, I am surprised to see you here at all. I know how easily you reject anything you deem beneath your value."
"I could say the same for you Ootori-sama, but I am here to show my support for Mei-chan." Haruhi answered finally looking at him. "Whether I dislike these events or not is not important. Mei is my friend so of course I would be here to show her my respect for something that she has worked so hard to accomplish. But, I you would not understand that."
"You seem to think that you own the capital for what I do and do not understand, Haruhi." Kyouya hissed, loosing control of his stoic demeanor once again.
"Konbanwa," A voice said over the speaker as the house lights dimmed. "Welcome to Tokyo Fashion Week's debut of the House of Hitachiin's Spring collection."
Kyouya and Haruhi just sat glaring at each other for a moment before turning forward in their seats again while Fuyumi watched the interaction with the feeling that this was going to be a much more interesting night than she had originally thought.
Haruhi stood with Kyouya and Fuyumi at the Hitachiin's after party, being completely ignored by the former. This night was turning out to be much worse than she had ever imagined. When Haruhi realized that Kyouya was sitting beside her she thought that was as bad as it could get, though Fuyumi was nice enough. But, after the show ended and Fuyumi asked if she was attending the party Haruhi soon realized that her torment was just beginning. Fuyumi had decided she would make sure that she kept Haruhi company at the party. Since Kyouya simply maintained his cold demeanor, Haruhi was determined to take advantage of the first opportunity for escape.
"Excuse me Fuyumi-san." Haruhi said seeing that Fuyumi was distracted by her friends. She needed to get away, and her feet were killing her in her heels. She took a glass of champagne from one of the waiters on her way to sit. A group of women who could only be models walked by her and Haruhi finished her glass, after suddenly feeling very inadequate.
"Must we be here?" Kyouya complained.
"Why Kyouya-kun I thought you would be happy to reconnect with your old schoolmates." Fuyumi said smiling as she glanced over to where Haruhi sat.
"Yes, I am sure that is exactly what you were thinking." Kyouya grumbled following her sightline.
"You look like you could use more champagne."
Haruhi looked up surprised to see the glass of champagne and the handsome man holding it.
"I'm sorry?"
"You don't normally come to these kinds of things do you?" The handsome stranger asked handing her the champagne flute.
"Can you tell?"
"Only because I have never seen you before. Trust me, I would have remembered." He said smiling, as he sat beside her. "Ikeda Hayate but call me Haya, everyone else does. And your name."
"Gomen, Fujioka Har-"
"Ikeda-san,"
Haruhi and Hayate looked up to see Kyouya standing before them, also with two glasses of champagne.
"Ootori-san? I am surprised to see you at an event like this." Hayate said.
"I am not surprised to see you." Kyouya answered. "I know how much you enjoy…networking."
"Hai, I do." Hayate said with a wink. "Now if you don't mind Ootori-sa-"
"I think I just saw your mother Ikeda-san. I understand if you want to pay your respects to her. You do not have to worry about Fujioka-san taking offense to your absence."
"Oh… you…?" Hayate just looked from Kyouya to Haruhi and back again. He smiled before taking Haruhi's hand and kissing it. "Gomen, Fujioka-san. I hope we shall have another opportunity to get acquainted." He said with a smile and nodded his head to Kyouya, before departing.
"What was that?" Haruhi asked, bringing her drink to her lips.
Kyouya plucked the glass of champagne from Haruhi's hand and replaced it with one of his.
"What was that?" She asked, now looking at her new glass of champagne.
"You should be more selective about who you talk to." Kyouya said sitting down beside her but looking away.
"What do you mean? Haya-san was being nice."
"Haya-san?" Kyouya said. "Right, I'm certain that was his intention: to be nice."
"What d-"
"Why did you go off on your own anyway? You don't know anyone here."
"No, I don't do I?" Haruhi said, taking a sip from her new glass of champagne.
Kyouya eyes quickly flashed to Haruhi at her pointed remark before turning away again.
"Ootori-sama?"
Kyouya and Haruhi looked up to see a woman standing before them. She had waist length hair, wore a short yellow dress and had legs that Haruhi was certain should be insured.
"You are Ootori Kyouya?" The woman asked.
"Hai." Kyouya said looking up at her.
"I am Yoshiro Rio. I normally don't do this but would you like to dance?" She asked. "Oh, am I interrupting you? I was told you weren't together."
Kyouya's eyes were scanning the room and he soon found Hayate looking on with interest. He knew where this woman's information came from and he was in no mood to play along with one of Hayate's schemes. He was also in no mood to make small talk and waste time with an average woman with less than average intelligence who couldn't even tell that he was not in the mood to be bothered.
"Gomenasai, but my friend is feeling a bit under the weather, so I must keep her company. Would you mind if I took you up on that offer another time?" He said.
"Sure. Don't forget me now."
"How could I?" He tilted his head and smiled charmingly.
Haruhi felt a cold chill, seeing Kyouya's host club smile return. It was so easy for him to slip back into that persona that it was rather frightening. Of course he could slip back into that persona when it benefited him, he certainly had no problem being a complete ogre with her.
"You don't have to baby sit me Ootori-sama. You can socialize with whomever you choose." She said.
"What makes you think that my refusal had anything to do with you?" Kyouya said looking at her in surprise. He sighed as he leaned on the table between them. "These events are so exhausting. And I am in no mood to expend any more energy than I must by simply being here."
"Only you would think that dancing with a beautiful woman would be exhausting."
"Only you would think that Ikeda was being nice."
"What does Haya-san have to do with anything?"
Kyouya scoffed. "Nothing, I'm sure."
Haruhi sat silently, feeling more uncomfortable than she was before. Without the show to usurp their attention, it was harder for Haruhi and Kyouya to ignore each other. It certainly made it more obvious that it was what they were doing. She sighed.
"If we are going to be here together we might as well have some conversation." Haruhi finally said. "It will look bad if we just sit beside each other silently."
"Since when did you care so much about what other people think?"
"Since when did you not?"
"I never care what people think of me."
"You always care what people think of you. That is why you behave the way you do isn't it, that's why you never react to anything, so you can control their opinion of you."
"There you go again telling me what I think Haruhi. You must know me so much better than I know myself."
They sat in silence for another moment as Haruhi continued to sip her champagne.
"So why didn't you dance with her?" Haruhi asked.
"Must I answer this question again?"
"You didn't answer it the first time."
"And that didn't give you any sort of indication?"
"Perhaps she wasn't your type, she was beautiful though." She mused.
"Was she?" Kyouya said absently.
"Kyouya-senpai she looked like a model."
"If you say so."
"Oh, perhaps that was it. She was not beautiful enough to meet your standards."
"So, now I am shallow as well." Kyouya said. "Are you going to add that to the list of character traits you have apparently assigned to me?"
"But, that woman looked exactly like a doll."
"And I'm sure she had the intelligence to match." Kyouya mumbled.
"How would you know anything about her if you didn't give her a chance?"
"If you are so interested in her Haruhi why don't you dance with her?" He said turning to face her.
"Well, you two look happy in each other's company once again."
"Oh, Fuyumi-san!" Haruhi quickly rose to her feet.
"Are you ready then?" Kyouya asked rising as well.
"So, did you enjoy the show, Haruhi-san?" Fuyumi asked, ignoring Kyouya's plea.
"Hai." Haruhi said smiling. "I was very proud of Mei-chan."
"Arrigato!"
Haruhi whipped around to see Mei standing behind her.
"Mei-chan!!" Haruhi screamed opening her arms to her. She stopped and bowed to Mei. "Oh, gomen. You are an official superstar now so I suppose I shouldn't-"
"Not official until the reviews come out." Mei said laughing. "Besides after everything, if you don't hug me right now I will-"
Haruhi just wrapped her arms around her roommate with no further arguments. "Congratulations."
"Arrigato, maybe this means you can stop paying my share of the rent." Mei joked, before her expression turned sad. "Aww I wish Misuzu-papa and Ranka-papa could've been here."
"I know." Haruhi said smiling sadly.
"Oh, Kyouya-kun!" Mei said surprised. She ran to him and gave him a hug as well. "I never expected to see you here. Did you come just to see my debut?"
"Hai. Congratulations, Mei-chan." Kyouya said smiling, before introducing her to Fuyumi.
Haruhi watched their interaction in wonder. It was amazing how pleasant Kyouya could be when he wanted. Smiling and kissing her cheek and calling her 'Mei-chan' as if he and Mei were such good friends, yet after years together at school he called her Fujioka-san and looked at her as if he was allergic to her. But, of course if this event was important enough for Kyouya to attend in the first place there must be some merit to it. There must also be some merit to being polite to Mei, who was now part of the House of Hitachiin, because Ootori Kyouya doesn't do anything unless there is merit involved.
"Harihiii!!!"
"Harihiii!!!"
Haruhi turned around to greet the owners of the easily identifiable voices only to be lifted off her feet. She was taken by the waist and spun around. As soon as she was placed on her feet it happened again only this time from the opposite direction. A bit dizzy but back on solid ground she looked up to greet her attackers.
"Hikaru! Kaoru!" She said looking at each of them in turn.
"Hey Haruhi you are such a bad friend." Hikaru complained leaning on her right shoulder.
"Hai, we never see you anymore." Kaoru added, doing the same on the left.
"Gomen."
"No, no gomen, if you want us to forgive you, you have to find a way to make it up to us." Hikaru said.
"Eh?" Haruhi said looking up at them as they leaned closer.
"It's the only way we will forgive you."
"So you'll come to our house to play."
"And spend the night."
"We'll even sleep in the same bed again, for you."
"If you join us."
"Yamatte!!" Haruhi squealed turning red.
"Aww, Haruhi kawaii!!" They said in unison before leaning forward and kissing her on the cheeks.
As Fuyumi and Mei talked, Kyouya covertly observed Haruhi and the twins' easy interaction. The twins continued to tease her and Haruhi either tried to argue with them or turned beet red when they went too far, which usually brought on another comment from her. It was unexpected, but Kyouya realized he didn't mind seeing her like this. It was a complete contrast to the Haruhi—no Fujioka-san—who he'd spent these past two days with in the office. This was Haruhi. It was the Haruhi from Ouran. It was the Haruhi Kyouya remembered with fondness. There was another unrecognizable feeling. It was similar to what he used feel to when they were in school but this was more pronounced. It was a strange twisting in his stomach accompanied with the sudden feeling of resentment. Haruhi certainly had no trouble conversing with Hikaru and Kaoru, did she? All her talk about aristocracy and privilege was what then? Hikaru and Kaoru were allowed to be privileged but he wasn't? Why did he have to make excuses for being the third Ootori while she could easily accept the Hitachiin heirs? She certainly had no trouble accepting the Suoh heir…or Ikeda. Why was that?
"I'm sorry to interrupt," A small man with large glasses said joining them. "But, we need to take some press photographs and do some interviews with the designers."
"Well, Haruhi don't forget your promise. We'll send a car for you." The Hitachiin twins said releasing her.
"Promise? I didn't promise anything!" Haruhi tried.
"Bye Haruhiii!!!"
"Wait! Hikaru! Kaoru!"
"You know it doesn't matter." Mei said laughing. "I'll come back when we're done."
"Hai."
Haruhi soon found herself back with Kyouya and Fuyumi but not for very long. Kyouya excused himself immediately and Haruhi breathed a sigh of relief because of it.
"Ah, Fujioka-san, Shido-san."
"Haya-san." Haruhi said looking up.
"How are you Haya-kun?" Fuyumi said greeting him.
"I'm fine. I'd be much better if you'd allow me to steal Fujioka-san away for a dance." Hayate said smiling. "What do you say Fujioka-san?"
Fuyumi just looked over at Haruhi for her answer.
"Um, sure." Haruhi answered nervously before quickly finishing her champagne.
"Where's Haruhi?" Kyouya asked when he returned to find Fuyumi talking to a few friends.
"Um, I think she is dancing." Fuyumi answered nonchalantly, then mumbled. "With Haya-kun."
"What?"
"I'm certain she's fine Kyou-kun." Fuyumi assured.
"I never said I was worried?"
"Of course not."
"I'm going for a walk."
"Hai, sure." Fuyumi said grinning, as she turned back to her friends.
Kyouya walked past the dance floor twice with no sign of Haruhi anywhere. He had to quickly change paths when he almost ran into Rio again. After doing that he ended up near the terrace and stumbled upon Haruhi and Hayate. He paused for a moment to observe them.
Haruhi and Hayate stood in a corner of the room. Hayate leaned forward, so that his body obscured Haruhi who stood against the wall. Damn, if Haruhi was not still the most oblivious person on the planet, Kyouya cursed. What did she mean secluding herself with Ikeda like that? Did she have no sense of self-preservation? Kyouya sighed after seeing Hayate lean close and whisper in her ear.
"Haruhi, Ikeda-san." Kyouya said joining them.
"Ootori, you again." Hayate said looking visibly annoyed.
"I saw you here and I thought I would join you." Kyouya answered.
"Well, since you're here have a drink with us, Ootori-kun." Hayate handed Kyouya a glass and one to Haruhi. "Here you are hime."
"Arrigato." Haruhi said.
"Don't you think you have had enough champagne?" Kyouya asked leaning closer.
"Nope." Haruhi said smiling.
"I agree." Hayate said smiling before he toasted their glasses. "Besides, you are acting too much like an onii-san Ootori-kun."
Haruhi giggled into her champagne. "I wouldn't dare call Ootori-sama that."
Haruhi was not paying attention to how much champagne she'd been having, but by this point she figured she was too far-gone for it to make a difference now. She also found that she was having much more fun after the champagne than she was before it. It was far better than the torture she was feeling by simply being in Kyouya's presence. And, Hayate who was being kind enough to provide her an endless supply, was much more fun than Kyouya was.
"Excuse us for a moment." Making it obvious that he was not asking permission, Kyouya took Haruhi by the arm and began leading her away. He stole the glass from her and placed it on a table as they passed.
"Where are you taking me?" Haruhi complained.
"You need some fresh air."
"I don't want to go outside with you."
"Well, too bad." He said dragging her into the garden. "And stop being so difficult when I am only trying to help you."
"You help me? Are you sure you didn't have too much champagne."
"That's it! Just say it." Kyouya hissed pulling Haruhi to face him.
"What?" Haruhi looked up, a bit disoriented from being spun around so quickly.
"I don't know what your problem is with me but you have been like this ever since you walked into my office. So say it."
"I'm sure you don't care what I have to say. Besides, I wouldn't even know what to say to you anymore."
"Oh, but you have no problem conversing with Ikeda do you?"
"No, I don't. Not that it is any of your business Kyouya-senpai but at least Haya-san is nice."
"Haya-san is not talking to you because he is nice."
"Perhaps, he actually enjoys my company."
"Haruhi you are not the heir to a fortune and you do not have any relations to any important families. Trust me, it is not your 'company' he is trying to enjoy."
"Of course you would think that. You think it must be impossible for anyone here to be interested in a lowly commoner like me."
"I think nothing of the kind." Kyouya snapped. "And honestly you are trying my patience with the way you behave towards me. It is annoying."
"The way I behave towards you is annoying?" Haruhi said fuming.
"Hai, but considering our years of friendship if you begin to act reasonable I suppose I would be willing to forgive these past few days." Kyouya said self-satisfied with his benevolence.
"Friendship?!!" She exploded.
"Why are you yelling?" Kyouya reprimanded as he looked around for witnesses.
"When did we ever have a friendship Kyouya-senpai?" Haruhi continued.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kyouya asked turning back to her.
"Exactly what I said. What friendship? You mean the friendship we had in the host club? The same friendship that ended right after the host club did? That is not a friendship. Friends keep in contact with each other. Friends don't pass each other in the hall at university and behave as though we hadn't spent two years together. You didn't even come to see me when my father died. So, what friendship are you talking about? I was never a friend in your eyes. I was an 8million yen debt that had to be repaid. There was nothing more for you to gain from my acquaintance so there was no reason to maintain it, was there? I couldn't help you accomplish your goal of succeeding the Ootori Group so I wasn't important enough."
"Stop doing that. Stop acting as though you understand everything and that you know everything about me.
"I know all I need to know, Kyouya-senpai and I pity you, because you have no idea what it is like to live a real life. Everything you do is for some form of capital gain or merit. When have you ever done something that wasn't calculated to accomplish a desired outcome? When have you ever done something that had nothing to do with balance sheets or profits and gains? When have you ever just followed an urge or a desire and done something completely random or spontaneous or anything simply because you wanted to?"
"I don't have to prove myself to you."
"That's because you can't!"
"Would you keep your voice down!" Kyouya hissed taking her arm. The last thing he needed was some gossipy socialite or the press to see them arguing like this. He did not want his name connected to any such common display, and the press would love nothing more than to have some scoop on who they dubbed the 'enigmatic' Ootori Kyouya.
"Go on." Haruhi continued. "I dare you right now. Do something spontaneous. Do something I wouldn't expect from you. You are the great Ootori right? Go ahead. Surprise me!" Haruhi yelled.
As a couple was making their way onto the balcony, Kyouya grabbed her and pulled her off to the side. Haruhi's back was pushed against the wall and she was thrust into the corner.
"What the hell do you want from me?" Kyouya growled placing his hand on the wall beside her as he leaned forward. Kyouya's body was inches away from hers and he stood looking down at the petite frame of his former kohai.
The Ootori looking down on her, Haruhi gasped at the intensity blazing within those coal black eyes but she was too angry to be intimidated.
"I want you to do something to show me that you are human after all." Haruhi yelled. "Sing a song. Say the alphabet. Do a flip. I don't care. Just do something Kyouya-senpai. Anything! Surprise me!" She challenged.
In response Kyouya leaned forward and planted his lips against hers.
Haruhi eyes became even wider at Kyouya's action. She couldn't scream, she couldn't hit him, she couldn't push him away; she was in too much shock to do anything. Kyouya? Was Kyouya kissing her? Wasn't she the one who'd had too much to drink? Perhaps, she had. Perhaps, she had passed out and this was all a dream. Yes, it was a dream. Well, a nightmare actually. Because, what else could explain the fact that Ootori Kyouya was apparently kissing her? And, what else could explain the fact that she was apparently kissing him back? What else could explain that shiver that went through her body when their tongues touched? What else could explain that strange, curdling feeling tugging deep in her stomach that simultaneously made her feel like moaning in pain and giggling in delight? Haruhi felt her body being pushed further back into the wall. Kyouya's left arm was around her waist, locking her body to his. His right arm was against the wall, protecting her exposed back from the rough material behind her. Haruhi realized that her hands had toured its way up Kyouya's arms. One rested on his shoulder and one was wrapped around his neck and had begun to play with his hairline.
Kyouya let out a moan as Haruhi's fingertips lightly touched the sensitive area at the nape of his neck. A guttural noise escaped from his throat and Kyouya's hips aggressively thrust forward. When Haruhi squealed at being pressed hard against the cold, hard wall, Kyouya opened his eyes at the sound.
What the hell?!!! What the hell was he doing?
He pulled away abruptly leaving Haruhi stunned. He stood, still leaning forward, with his hands against the wall on either side of her face.
"What was that?" Haruhi asked softly. She stared up at him, blinking, her large eyes looking even brighter than before.
Kyouya swallowed hard, trying to find something clever but vague to say, something enigmatic. But, his brain was suffering from sensory overload and had not quite managed to catch up with his body yet or the fact that Haruhi was no longer in his arms. His hands were trembling, his body felt like it was on fire and he hadn't quite succeeded in steadying his breath.
"That was…" He began, still panting. "A surprise."
Kyouya didn't realize that he had accidentally accomplished his goal because what he had said was the truth. It was a surprise. And, Kyouya was perhaps more surprised that Haruhi was.
Haruhi was so stunned by Kyouya's kiss and by Kyouya's response that her hand whipped forward and she slapped him hard across the face.
"I…I…gomen." Kyouya said before quickly departing.
Haruhi watched him leave and leaned back against the wall, as she tried to steady her own breath. What the hell just happened? Did Kyouya really just kiss her? No. That was impossible. Because, there was no possible reason for Kyouya to do something like that… unless he was trying to teach her a lesson again like at Nekozawa's beach house. Was that what this was? Was he trying to show her what he thought Hayate wanted? And if it was…how dare he? How dare he just use her like a toy to prove a point? That was why she slapped him. It wasn't because she was confused. It wasn't because she was angry with herself for kissing him back. What the hell did she mean by kissing him back? Was she insane? This was Ootori Kyouya. He had already proved to her that she meant nothing to him as a friend. How could she allow him to use her like that? He didn't even apologize for ignoring her these past few years. He didn't even apologize for not seeing her when her father died. What else did she need to show her just how cold and calculating Kyouya was? She should know better than to expect anything from him. She should know better than to expect anything from any of them. They really were from a different world than she was. They could never understand how she feels. And she could never fully understand them. It was better that she continued to separate herself from them like she had.
"Kyou-kun here you are. I've been looking for you." Fuyumi said when he joined her.
"Can we leave now?"
"What's wrong?" Fuyumi asked, seeing the distressed look on her otouto's face.
"I just…I don't feel well." He mumbled.
Fuyumi looked at him in shock. Kyouya was never sick. And if he was, she was certain he would never admit it. To Ootori Kyouya being sick was a weakness he would never confess to. Something had to be off. If Kyouya saying he was sick was preferable to the real reason for his distress, them something major must've happened.
"Where's Haruhi?" She asked.
"I…don't know."
"Oh, because Mei was looking for her. I thought Haya-kun said she went outside with you." Fuyumi continued, as she tried to gage his reaction.
"Oh, hai. I think she is still there…um…fresh air. Can we go?"
"Hai, I'll just tell Mei where she is." Fuyumi said still confused.
"I'll be in the car." Kyouya said immediately departing.
Fuyumi observed Kyouya as they rode home in silence. He sat with his head against the door absently staring out of the window. Kyouya did look sick. But, after she saw the identical dazed expression on Haruhi's face when she found her, she suspected that something else was at play. Fuyumi did not know what had transpired between them but she knew enough to be certain that Kyouya's illness had nothing to do with his health.
Kyouya sat silently, lost in his thoughts. He didn't plan on doing that. He just wanted her to shut up. He didn't mean to kiss her. But, Haruhi was yelling at him and completely dominated the conversation; he was not accustomed to that. He was not accustomed to not being in control of a situation. It was frustrating and he didn't know what to do. And the moon played with shadows on her face and she looked up at him and her large eyes reflected the silvery orb above. And in an uncharacteristic moment of weakness Kyouya found himself apparently succumbing to an urge and doing something spontaneous. The moment that his lips touched hers, Kyouya realized that he was also doing something he desired. Oh, no, he thought in horror. That was not possible.
A/N: So what did you think? I hope I surprised you, in a good way. There's only one way I'll know if you like it or hate it...by that I mean you should review ; I really appreciate all the story alerts and Favorites but I love to know what you actually think. So review already ; Ok, I'm getting up and dusting my knees off now.