A/N: Fans, I am sincerely sorry for my apathy toward this fanfic. Especially because I'm the one who dragged aznchibigirl into this, for a girl that isn't even sick! Jesus, talk about retarded. When I first found out, I thought: stupid. stupid. And now it's affecting this story, so I'm sorry. Sorry because this fic had so much potential and I ruined it because I was PMSing one day and I was just like: Amy needs to freaking kill anyone so they'll shut their pie-holes. Sick and tired of this sad shit. Yeah, that was soooo not the way to go. Again, sorry bout that! I'll do better, I promise. And everyone, seriously, let's give it up for aznchibigirl.

Because she is Jesus.

Mostly because she wrote most of this chapter (yep, I was too damn inoperable to do this one too), and because she is sooooo incredibly patient with me. That is all, thank you. By the way, the quote down below is an actual quote my Koda used for his English essay. He got an A, needless to say. He was supposed to do an argumentive essay for our group. We were the Anti-Twilights, (whoo!) and me and him had to write 5 page reports explaining why we felt it was inadequate. Godda hand it to the guy, he was made for me...(although his transitioning and train of thought needs to be questioned.)

After the debate, he ripped the paper in shreds and tried to act all cool about what he said, but I managed to get a copy in order to recite the words he used. I thought: Either my readers are gonna laugh, or stop and think about it. Sooo...here's hoping. GOOOO STEELERS! WIN THAT SUPER-BOWL!

"...Twilight insists that love is instictual, that you love a girl because its in your blood, or whatever the Hell that faggot Edward says. All I know is that it takes half-way into a book with huge-ass font for a guy to find his soulmate. But love isn't anything like that, it isn't fast and hard and it certainly doesn't form within five freaking seconds. Love takes a lot of time, because we all know its just a bigger form of frienship, and trust and all that crap. It's really more like a bridge. The point is, Twilight is a love-story for crack-heads who believe you can fall in love in a short amount of time. Teenagers aren't stupid, and some guys actually want more than a hot babe who'll blow him, sometimes we want a chick who wouldn't have us any other way. Anyone who doesn't bother to build a safe bridge will most likely fall through the moment it starts to rock, metaphorically. For anyone who's ever taken the time to build a good bridge knows the relief when it doesn't break. And then your babe can meet you halfway and hold your hand while you watch those douchebags with sucky bridges fall into the ocean, and you can sit back and drink a beer because you don't have anything to worry about."

-Koda Wilson

"From his: Twilight Sucks and I'll Tell You Why Essay"

Nathaniel had always hated the sound of bones breaking.

When he was younger, he had broken his arm playing on the monkey bars. And even though his arm had throbbed a little when he lifted it up, there was really no resounding pain that should have resulted in his immediate tears; the pain was not what had caused him to sob so hard his throat seemed to pound.

No, it was the sound when he had fallen, the straining before it completely snapped, that had scared him so bad he had started to cry. And he had lay there on the ground cradling his twisted limb not because his stomach was tight with hurt, no, but because for a second he had truly believed something in him had broken beyond repair. After all, how do you fix something in your body? Something under the skin?

But as his mother had sit him up on the counter, refusing to go the hospital, she had reset the bone while he slept and wrapped it up, telling him when he had awoken that he was going to be fine. He had stared at her, awed, and wondered why she was able to solve his problems but was completely at mercy to her own. Why could she sit there and set his bone back into place, but could not fix her broken heart? The sound of his insides tearing had been something that haunted him for weeks afterward, so that even after the cast was removed he was hesitant to play.

So when he heard the bones crunching against the brick wall before everything collapsed, he withdrew his hand and brought his mind back to the real world. He looked around, seeing his sister and his mother huddled together so close they seemed to be conjoined, his mother's arms barred around Naomi as if she had all the power in the world to protect her.

Protect her from him.

He backed away, looking down at his hands which seemed to radiate their own energy. His eyes glanced up, trying to find his mother through the veil of tears that was putting everything out of focus. "Mama," he called out, because in this strange new world he didn't know who he was. Just who had he inhabited? Because there was no way these hands could be his own. "Mama…" he whispered, his fingers clenching in their own ache. "Help me." He tried, but all he heard was Naomi's whimpering.

His whole body was starting to ache.

Nathaniel tried to breathe, but the pain grew, bringing him to his knees as he plugged his fists over his temples. It hurt, it hurt so bad. His teeth clenched, his knuckles pressing hard into his skin, trying to keep his head from exploding. He threw his arms back, his neck craning, and screamed.

Then there was a relief, the edge the blinding tumor removed. Nathaniel opened his eyes from his place down on the floor, and saw the scary clown man holding one of those beautifully attractive diamonds. His eyes followed the glow emitting from them, and as he crawled closer to it, the dull throbbing in his head began to disappear.

Nathaniel reached out his hand, his arm quivering. "Please," he mouthed though he had no voice. The man took a couple of steps back, and his brain began to split wide open, taking him by such a cruel surprise that all the breath was taken out of him. He held his sides, scared that his body would rip in two.

The man stepped closer and Nathaniel's lungs gratefully filled with air. "You really want this?" he asked, bending down on one knee before him like one of those dumb romantic movies, except this was something entirely different. Nathaniel nodded profusely, worried he might turn away; the thought of the pain coming again making him sick with dread. The man grinned, his teeth brittle and white beneath his curled lips, as Nathaniel reached out again with the most aggressive need.

"No!"

Nathaniel turned, his mother's own hand extended to him, the other still holding his sister. "Nathaniel, don't do it!" she cried, but made no move towards him. "Nathaniel, don't take it, please! Please, please…" she seemed incapable of saying anything else, her eyes wide.

Then there was a rumbling sound, and the pile of bricks and stones that had been clustered on the other side of the room began to move. Nathaniel blinked, waiting until he could see a blue hedgehog slipping out from under the debris, his body covered in tiny scrapes. Nathaniel narrowed his eyes, knowing it was the same man who kissed his mother, the one who dared to call himself his 'father'.

The blue hedgehog met his eyes, and then in the most pathetic way Nathaniel had ever seen, the man gave a carefree smile. "Come on Nathan," he urged while the quills on Nathaniel's back stood on end. He looked to his mother who still would not move, then back at the speedster with stubborn distaste. The man smiled again, though it seemed forced. "Don't tell me you're gonna leave us for a couple of dumb rocks…"

"Us?" Nathaniel glared, his words coming before he could even stop them. "You aren't in my family!" he sat up on his knees, the 'diamond' giving him the power to stand up fully. Everyone else seemed so weak, all of a sudden, down on the floor with their mouths wide open.

His mother stared at him, looking like she was going to throw up. "Nathan," she addressed. "He is, I promise you he is. Sonic was your father when no one else would be, he was the one who helped me save you..."

At that, the hedgehog named Sonic sighed. "That was back," he added, between gasps. "When it was just the four of us."

At that, the toddler scoffed. "No." his hands clenched, the angrier he got, the stronger he became. His eyes flashed, and Sonic gave a small strangled sound as he was thrown back, his head smashing against the wall again. So suddenly, without any warning, he had been tossed around like a child's toy.

Sonic coughed, hoping Amy would not come close. Nathaniel growled, yelling at a frightening volume."I don't have a father! It's just my Mama and my sister and me!"

Something struck Sonic with that comment, worse than any blow. He looked down, before he spoke up again, just trying to reach his son. "When you were little," he whispered. "the only way we could get you to sleep, is if we sang you a song. You couldn't stand to take a bath and I was always worried you would squirm so hard you'd drown, you always hated to have your hair washed. You hated the way the shampoo stung your eyes, one time you threw the bottle so hard it hit my head and left a bruise for a couple of days. And you loved Amy more than anything, probably more than your sister, even."

Nathaniel huffed, but the image of bloody hands rang in his mind. His eyes glanced down, taking in the fingers and wondering just why they seemed so familiar. His own hands clenched as if he could fight off this feeling, the throbbing in his head becoming more pronounced with every second. He looked at Amy, wondering just how many other things she had kept from him. "Then why'd he go?"

Amy shivered. "Because I made him."

With the moves of a practiced storyteller, Amy began to sit up fully. She wanted to tell him all the things that mattered, all the things that would make her actions okay, things that he needed to know. Like when he was an infant, she would stare for hours at his small fingers while they grasped at open air. That if it weren't for him, she would have never tried to pick blueberries, she would have never known that just by eating it while there was still sun on it, it tasted better. Or that if she had ever felt even the smallest twinge of regret, all she ever had to do was watch him smile to remind herself just why she had done it.

She wanted to tell him she remembered the first time he said 'I love you'. That she remembered every single detail: his hand on hers, the hot chocolate mug that was the color of a thundercloud, the blue of his lips as he shivered, smiling all the while. She had been holding him, locking them together with the comfort of an old quilt, a normal evening until he suddenly turned to face her and said quite honestly, "I love you Mama." And for once she hadn't been thinking about Sonic, but Nathaniel, and how those words sounded beautiful coming from his mouth.

Nathaniel watched Amy struggle with her words and felt her distress. He had seen that look only once, the moment they went to an oddity museum, and Amy had turned around to see the preserved stomach of a psychotic mother, with the smallest skeleton form of an infant trapped inside. "How could you eat your own child?" she had said in horror, her own hand falling over her belly. Either thinking of the child she never held in her womb, or what it would take for her to eat a baby whole.

Of course, now he realized she might just be thinking about the price people paid to keep someone inside them. Nathaniel stopped for a second, recalling moments when he believed the reason he never had a father was because he just simply didn't need one. Whenever Father's Day always rolled around, he had never been sad for the absence of a second parent, just plain grateful for the one mother he had. Pain flashed through him again, but it was not in his head. His heart? Was it possible to literally have your heart broken in two? Like in those cartoons, would they X-ray his chest to find a valentine symbol riddled with missing pieces?

"Confused, Nathaniel?"

Nathaniel turned around. The man's pudgy face, like a balloon losing air, rearranged itself until the mouth pulled up into a saggy grin. The little boy tried to think of things that made him happy, of grass the color of his eyes, the excitement of a new episode of Spiderman on Saturday mornings, the sweet taste of ice cream on the roof of his mouth.

"Let me tell you a story, Nathaniel," the man said slowly, breaking the boy away from his daydream. "A story from a long time ago, when your mother finally stopped seeing Sonic as the most important person in her life." Nathaniel paused, hearing the words nobody said out loud: and gave it all up for you. And though he hated himself more for it, pride swelled in his chest.

Amy flinched. Sonic could do little more then to gasp a weak, "No."

Robotnik smirked at him. Then, with the air of an author about to announce a masterpiece, he began. His voice reminded Amy of all the times Nathaniel had demanded attention. Take a look Mommy, at my first cartwheel, my first tooth, the toy airplane under the park bench, the first morning snow, the fireworks above, the bat lady with tears in her eyes, the pretty jewel, that sleepy little girl, my sick sister. How many times had she been asked to look, and turned to him with hope that it would be worth her while? Worth the effort and time it took away from her mourning? If she could go back in time, she would have never denied him in any small request; she would have never given him reason to doubt.

Robotnik kept talking, his smile twisted and sadistic. "Once upon a time, two children were found at the doorstep of a young girl's house. There was no sign of a mother, no sign of a father, or any parent around. And, being the weak, soft-hearted fool she was, she took them in."

'No… no…' Amy clenched her head in her hands. Weren't stories that started with "Once upon a time" supposed to have good endings? Weren't little boys supposed to have perfect mothers and fathers? Weren't heroes supposed to make sure nothing like this ever happened? Weren't doomed children not supposed to have a hold of her heart? So many things shouldn't have happened; she thought with exasperation, so many things easily fixed that no one bothered to.

"But these two children were dangerous. In fact, it was said that they would bring an end to the world." Robotnik walked forward towards Nathaniel, despite how hard Sonic tried to ward him off with just his mind. Nathaniel kept staring, wondering how hard his mother must have fought to convince herself this couldn't be true. Had she stared at his face and figured that it didn't matter because she could teach him otherwise?

"Her friends knew, of course, about how dangerous these two children were. And they tried to talk to the girl at first, convince her to leave them, but she refused. She had fallen in love with them, as it were." His face screwed into a look of disgust, as if the words left a bad taste in his mouth. "At the same time, another boy – someone that the girl had trailed after like a loyal animal her whole life – had fallen in love with the children too."

Sonic shuddered. The memory was so precious, and it sounded wrong, disgusting even, coming from Robotnik's mouth. Nathaniel caught this action and felt himself grow cold, but allowed himself to see the blue creature as someone in his life. He now tried to see the man beside Amy, holding her hand, and only saw her pulling away. Apparently, she had loved the man more than Nathaniel could imagine, apparently, it had all been a lie.

"The two ran off, leaving all their friends behind. And for years, their friends searched for them, looking for the boy and girl who no longer had eyes for anyone but their own children. Who cares if the world ended? As long as they could save these two children, the rest of the world could die for all they mattered."

Naomi stared, open-mouthed, at both Sonic and Amy. Mostly because this man, with his ugly face and demeaning voice, had given him what his mother could not after years of opportunities: the truth. It was a gift he wished he did not have, but all the more, he needed.

"But one day, they were caught -"

"Shut up, Robotnik."

Sonic struggled to his feet. Everything – everything hurt. His head, his bones… his heart. He couldn't remember Robotnik making a weapon that had ever hurt him this much. He couldn't remember hating Robotnik so much. Nathaniel glared, and Robotnik sensed the change as an advantage.

"Nathaniel, please silence the distraction for us."

"No! Na-" Sonic gasped, clutching his throat.

His voice was gone.

He looked wildly, pleadingly, at Amy, but Amy was too enraptured, too terrified by Robotnik's words, to see him.

Robotnik gave a smirk of self-satisfaction, as if he himself had torn away Sonic's voice. "Poor, poor Sonic," he said in mock sympathy. He kneeled down in front of Nathan, gently taking one of his hands and placing it over the Chaos Emerald. "Do you know why Sonic didn't want me to tell you the rest, Nathan?"

Everything quieted. Nathaniel could feel the jewel humming under his fingers, like a bird's rapid heartbeat. He thought of all the times he felt compelled to hold his mother: after a sappy movie that had her crying, when Naomi was sick and Amy was riddled with guilt. But this feeling was ten times more intense, and had him weak with desire.

"He gave you, Naomi, and your mother away."

Nathaniel spun around. Sonic felt his gaze pierce his eyes, and all his words died away quietly in his throat. Though this was not an effect of the 'magic', this was simply the lack of knowing what words could make it okay. What person could possibly understand that at the time, he had closed his eyes and felt something like guidance, that at the time he was under the impression he could still fix what he had broken? That he had really had no choice.

Robotnik leaned forward, whispering, as if they were sharing the most dangerous of secrets. "Your mother saved both you and Naomi. So great was her anger that she killed three people, for the sake of you two."

Amy clamped her hands over her ears, but she could still hear his words…

"First, she killed someone that was considered the most powerful life form in the world. Who knows how she did it? Perhaps her connection with you was already so great that she drew on your power."

When Shadow died, he had left quietly, without even a scream…

"Then, she killed Ruby's father."

Knuckles… what had he been thinking of? Rouge? His daughter?

"She even killed her best friend."

Cream… She loved me so much…

"And then, she almost killed Sonic too."

Robotnik stopped. His eyes raked over the gaze of his audience, reading the way they seemed to be steeped in fear.

"Why… didn't she?"

Robotnik looked down, amused. The boy had whispered those words. Did he really want to know? But that didn't matter. His job right now was to inform this poor, ignorant boy of all the details that his parents had been hiding from him all these years.

"She loved him too much."

Nathaniel's body tightened in shock. He shook his head slowly. "No…"

"She loved him so much that she couldn't even kill the one that had given them away in the first place. She loved him so much that she could kill three of her friends, but not him."

'No… Mommy loves me…'

"She loved him so much that she had no room in her heart for her two children."

Nathaniel collapsed onto his knees. Why did everything hurt? Did something inside him rip in two? Bitterness made everything go red around him, shook his perfect world until everything was warped and ugly.

"Let me tell you about the heart, Nathaniel."

Nathan looked up. Everything was blurry. He was crying, and his tears were so cold… The man's demon-like shadow loomed over him.

"The heart is limited, Nathaniel. It only has room for so many."

A light above them popped and went out, but no one seemed to notice.

"Your parents left everything behind because their hearts only had enough room for you and Naomi."

'Stop crying… Stop crying!'

"And now your mother… she's leaving you behind because she only has enough room in her heart for him. For Sonic. For someone who dares to call himself your 'father.'"

'He's not my father!'

"Don't you hate him?"

'I hate him!' Everything in him screamed and resounded with those three words. 'I hate him, I hate him!'

Everything was his fault. His mother's pain, his pain.

Why was he alive?

"Why don't you help your mother make room in her heart for you?"

Nathaniel let his mind blank, his eyes go cold. He didn't want to think anymore. Thinking hurt.

He got up onto his feet. The jewel made his tears evaporate into nothingness and gave his body the luxury of feeling nothing.

Simply nothing.

He turned around, facing a wide-eyed Sonic.

He would not let him live. If he killed Sonic, he and Amy and Naomi could go back to the way things were. He raised his open palm. Something black was collecting there, and hate coursed through his body, hot as coals.

Sonic shook his head. "No," he mouthed.

Nathaniel fired.

'It… hurts…'

She had always known, of course. That Nathaniel loved their mother more than anything in the whole universe. That this was simply because Nathaniel was like a mirror, he gave back everything that he received. However much he loved someone was the exact reflection of how much that person loved him.

The jealousy – though she tried not to show it – had made her heart feel so tight. She was envious when her mother knew what Nathaniel wanted, even before she did. Sometimes, she wanted her mother to get away from Nathaniel, so that she could do all those little things for him – draw pretty pictures, build snowmen, gaze at the stars…

They were twins, after all. Shouldn't she hold the most pieces of Nathaniel's heart?

"What are you doing, Naomi?"

Naomi jumped. Nathaniel had appeared out of nowhere.

"N-nothing." She went red, lowering her arms right away.

But Nathaniel had seen. "Are you learning how to punch?" He laughed. "But you're a girl."

"S-so?" she snapped. What was it with her brother and always telling her that she was a girl? She knew that! "Watch this!" She threw a clumsy fist into the air and promptly fell over.

Nathaniel laughed. "Told you!"

Naomi tried to blink the tears out of her eyes. Her stupid brother. He didn't understand anything, did he? "S-stop laughing!"

But Nathaniel had not stopped.

Naomi stomped her foot, and her face puffed out in anger. "At least I'm not a- a-"

"A what?" he teased.

"A… freak with no pupils!"

She turned around and ran back towards their house, her brother's silence echoing behind her.

When Nathaniel had come back, they had not spoken to each other for a week.

But it wasn't that that worried her. For that entire week, Nathaniel did not go outside once.

"Nathan?" Amy asked one day, worried. "Is something wrong?"

"… No," he'd answered. She and Nathan had made eye contact briefly for a moment, but the two turned away from each other in anger.

By the end of the week, Naomi could not resist her curiosity any longer. When Amy had her back turned, she plopped down in front of Nathan.

"What?" he asked, annoyed.

"You're not going outside," she stated.

"So what?"

"Why?"

He made a face. "Why do you care?"

"Because I do!"

Nathaniel blinked. He opened his mouth for a second, but seemed to change his mind. "You're annoying," he muttered.

"Tell me!" she demanded.

Uncharacteristically, Nathaniel turned red. He muttered something unintelligible and looked off to the side.

"Louder!" commanded Naomi, crossing her arms.

"I…" he stammered. "I thought that if… I don't get stronger by going outside… You'd like me more."

Naomi stared. "What?"

"If I wasn't so strong… Maybe we can play together… more…"

Naomi paused for a long moment. Then, she started to giggle.

"What?" It cost Nathan to confess, and now his sister was laughing at him?

"I… I thought," she managed between titters, "That if I got stronger, you would play with me more…"

Why was it so unfair? Why did she have to work twice as hard for Nathan's heart? She didn't have Amy's grace or strength. And even though they were twins, she didn't have Nathaniel's powers either.

So what did she have?

'It… hurts…'

"NAOMI!"

Naomi coughed. The taste in her mouth was familiar…

She coughed again. Red splattered the front of her dress.

Blood.

She looked up, smiling weakly. Sonic gazed in horror, and somehow, she could remember it. It was one of the many faces that she had loved that had held a precious place in her heart. But this memory hadn't always been there; how was it that you could discover something about yourself that you really knew all along? She smiled wider, but only because this kept her eyes from closing all the way.

"It… doesn't hurt… Daddy…"

She fell forward into Sonic's arms. He caught her with ease, her feather-light body fitting perfectly. She was so small, so perfect and made for him. Oh there was such a thin line between the dead and the living, why had he once thought otherwise? No one was invincible, no one was fully guaranteed anything. Not even little girls with the world in their eyes and the sun in their smile.

"No… Naom… Naomi…" He held onto her fragile body. Tears were starting to well up into his eyes, but he forced them back, snarling. Tears were only for the dead, and Naomi was definitely, positively, not dead. Where was the justice? The reason? People didn't die for nothing; all deaths had some sort of purpose.

"Wake up! Naomi, you have to wake up!" He was shaking her. He had to stop shaking her, but he couldn't. Her body rattled limply back and forth in his hands. "Why did you do it?" he screamed at her. His words were starting to slur, made slippery by tears. "You didn't have to – You weren't supposed to – Why didn't you just let me die?" He was holding her so tight that her arms were starting to bruise.

"Naomi, you're not supposed to die!"

"Get away from her!"

It was like something had knocked into his stomach. Sonic flew back, and his back crunched once again against the wall. Naomi's body was ripped from his hands, and she flew away from him. She landed on the ground, skidding several feet before she came to a stop.

"Why did you do it?!"

But it wasn't Sonic asking anymore.

It was Nathaniel.

Nathaniel ran towards his sister. Forget that he was getting further away from the jewels. Forget that his head was starting to be cleaved in two. 'Naomi… Naomi!'

Whatever his hate had done to stop up all his emotions, whatever the jewels had done to wipe away all his feelings… They were coming back. Coming back so sharply and painfully that he almost fell to his knees in despair.

His blow had knocked Naomi onto her side. Frantically, he turned her over so that she was facing up.

He blanched. There was so much blood. Her stomach, and the side of her head…

"Naomi!" He shook her. "Wake up!" he screamed.

"N… Nathan?"

Her eyes fluttered open, but they only opened halfway. Nathan kneeled down, lifting her head so that she could see him better. "Naomi…" he whimpered.

"He's… wrong…"

Nathaniel felt tears run down his face. Hadn't he run out of them yet? "Don't talk," he told her. That was what they did in movies, wasn't it? And then she would be alive again…

Naomi shook her head. "Nathan… your heart… is big."

"No, stop ta-"

She clamped one hand over his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise at their strength.

Her gaze turned firm, strong. "Your heart doesn't get less room when you love more people, Nathan." She coughed again, but her gaze never left his. "The more people you love… the bigger your heart gets. You never run out of room."

Nathaniel pulled her hand away. "Naomi, what are you talking about?"

Naomi smiled. Tears leaked out of the side of her eyes. They seemed brighter than even the jewels were. "Mommy's heart is big enough for everyone. Daddy's heart is big enough for everyone."

She placed a hand over his chest.

"Even… your heart… is big enough… for everyone…"

Nathaniel sobbed openly. "No, Naomi, don't go!"

He felt Naomi touch his face. He leaned towards her fingertips, closing his eyes. They were usually so cold, but now they were so warm…

"I always thought… that you loved mommy more than you loved me…" Naomi let the tears run over her fingers. "But… you must love me just as much too, if you can cry for me… right?"

Nathaniel opened his eyes. "Of course I love both you and mommy! You… you…" he choked. "You're my sister. My precious sister…"

Naomi laughed. She touched his face lightly once again.

"I… I always…" Naomi's hand fell away. "I always loved your eyes…"

Her own closed.

"Naomi…?" Nathaniel whispered. He shook her, and the silence around him was laughing at him. "Come on… Nao… mi?" Shakily, he brought his hand up, placing it against her heart. His hands flashed once with green light, and he looked to her face eagerly, waiting for her to wake up.

She didn't.

"Naomi?" Flash. "Naomi?" Flash. "Wake up?"

Flash. "I..."

Flash. "Need...."

Flash. "You!"

But Naomi did not move again.

A/N: azngirlchibi here, and yes. Yes, we did just do that. Please don't kill us DX

No, but really, we kind of had this planned for a while... Which makes me sad, because I made her ._. But anyway, this was are first actual kind of "team effort" on an individual chapter. I know, I know, "YOU TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME UPDATING, AND YOU GREET US WITH A CHARACTER DEATH? WTF?!" YOU ENJOYED IT THOUGH, YOU KNOW YOU DID DX

Umm... sorry, it's late at night, and my brain's a little scrambly :P I remember thinking that I had tons to say, but now I'm kind of like... "Ehh... Sleepy..."

THANKS FOR READING!

Saint of Me: We don't really celebrate Christmas at our house, so I didn't really ask for anything. On the upside, though, my dad randomly decided to get me an iPod Touch. Just... because. I dunno why, I never said that I wanted one. Not that I'm complaining, though XD Err... hope the Twilight quote at the beginning didn't offend you too much. I know a lot of people like the book... we're not condemming you for like it or anything :P Thanks for reading!

Anonymous Reviewer that has no name. I think I shall name you "Bob" for the sake of calling you something: Ehh?! Your name didn't show up DX Or maybe you didn't type one... Well, I now dub thee "Bob," at least for the moment :P Apparantly, I know you, but I have no clue who you are... Anyway, Bob, yeah, Nat's a scary kid o.O Like, a little demon running around XD But that's why we all love him! Thanks for reviewing!

Ytin: YAY! THANKS A LOT! XD Hope you had a nice... umm... let's just say "Holiday" XD Thanks for reviewing!

Thank you to everyone who has stuck with us through this story. I'll stop estimating how many chapters are left, 'cos I'm always off...

The Queen of Aces

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