Hello all! I hope that you have all had a good week! Here is the twentieth chapter! I cannot believe it is still going after so long, this is the longest story I have ever written! Quite a fluffy chapter, but not in the way you would expect. But I have to warn you, this is probably going to be the last fluffy chapter. The next ten chapters are going to be extremely angsty I am afraid. You have been warned.
A little note before I proceed! I have started a video blog on Youtube where I will mostly talk about my fanfictions and answer questions that people ask me! The latest blog is about this story, and my inspiration and ideas for it, and also where I plan to take it now that Sora and Roxas are together. There is a link in my profile, it would mean a lot if you checked it out!
Right, the song for this chapter is 'Flightless Bird, American Mouth' by Iron & Wine. And yes, it's from the Twilight Soundtrack. I have no shame.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Kiss and I Will Surrender

Twenty

Flightless Bird, American Mouth

Sora's fingers squeaked as they dragged down the slippery tiles of the shower and he groaned raggedly. Pulling his arms up to shoulder height again, he braced them on the wall either side of Roxas's head and gave another desperate thrust of his hips, forcing a breathy gasp from the blonde he had pinned with his body. Water steamed down over his shoulders and his bangs were soaked and limp, dripping in his eyes.

"So close," he whispered, dropping his forehead onto Roxas's shoulder. He spread his legs a little and planted his feet firmly in the wet shower basin as he began to speed up his thrusts. He was thankful that Tidus was not in the flat that morning because Roxas was hollering so loudly that Sora's roommate would have gotten a nosebleed just from hearing him.

"Oh gods, oh Sora!" Roxas cried, his shouts bouncing off the tiles of the bathroom and amplifying. He had his forearms resting fully on the shower wall and was clenching his fists as Sora took him with swift, deep thrusts. There was shampoo in his eyes where he hadn't had a chance to wash it out of his hair properly but he didn't care or notice. A coil of anticipation was building in his stomach, growing and growing and taking over his mind, erasing all of his coherent thoughts.

Roxas let out a particularly guttural cry when Sora changed the angle of his thrusts and his dick glanced over the blonde's sensitive gland. "Oh shit, right there baby!" he screamed, ducking his head and squeezing his eyes shut when Sora grabbed his hips with a bruising grip and began to pound into his prostate again and again. "Fuck, oh my fucking god!"

"Christ," Sora mumbled in a winded tone; Roxas was always so loud, and it always sent Sora over the edge within seconds. It was taking every bit of self control he possessed to not come before Roxas, but the way Roxas was clenching around his length was making it incredibly difficult. He slowed his hip movement slightly, making deep, slow thrusts instead of sharp, shallow ones, knowing that Roxas loved a good slow screw.

It worked. Roxas came so hard that his vision went white and he screamed out incoherent blasphemies, pounding his fists on the wall because the pleasure was too good, it was going to drive him fucking insane. Sora lasted for a further minute, pounding into the trembling blonde wildly in his desperation to get off, before he buried his face in Roxas's neck and came inside him, moaning softly and encircling the blonde's waist with his arms as he rode out the wave of his own forceful orgasm.

"I'm gonna be late for class," the brunette muttered into his lover's neck after a minute or so, making Roxas chuckle.

"I'll drive you in, it'll be fine." He still sounded winded and his voice was hoarse from all the screaming, sounding like he had just done a full set on stage rather than just had some spontaneous shower sex.

They disengaged themselves and finished showering, washing off the evidence of their lovemaking as quickly as they could. Sora rubbed his eyes, still not quite fully awake despite just having fucked Roxas's brains out. He didn't function well in the mornings and he hadn't had a chance to drink his coffee yet. When they got out of the shower and began to towel off and dress, Roxas was quicker than Sora so he went into the kitchen and turned the espresso machine on, having noticed the way his boyfriend was trying to put his jeans on back to front.

As the machine rumbled, heating up water for Sora's caffeine kick, Roxas leaned against the counter and fiddled absently with his drying hair. He was trying to work up the courage to tell Sora how he felt, but every time he had gone to say it so far, the words had gotten stuck in his throat.

Just as the machine clicked and his boyfriend emerged from the bathroom, Roxas's cell went off, alerting him that he had a message. He handed the coffee mug to Sora, who went and sat down at the table like a zombie. The blonde grabbed a yoghurt from the fridge and sat down opposite Sora, getting his phone out of his pocket and flipping it open. He had a message from Cloud.

Its Mom's 40th today.

Roxas winced. He still hadn't reconciled with his parents, despite Sora and Cloud's gentle nudges to do so. He wanted to; spending the few days with Sora's family had made him realise how much he missed having parental figures in his life. But, as was the case with so many other parts of his life, he was scared. Of what, he wasn't sure.

Sora looked at him in concern. "What's up?" he mumbled, taking a large gulp of his coffee. He shuddered as a rush of caffeine coursed through his veins, his pupils shrinking a little.

Roxas handed him the cell phone and began to eat his yoghurt silently. Sora read the message and made a small noise of understanding.

"You gonna call her?"

Roxas gave him a look that quite clearly stated that his answer was negative. Sora rolled his eyes and handed the cell phone back to his boyfriend. He finished the rest of his coffee and then stood up and stretched. Roxas admired the lean muscles of his lover's stomach as the thin t-shirt he was wearing rode up.

"Mind if I drive to the campus?" Sora asked. He began to pick up things from around the room that he would need for his class, putting them in his blue messenger bag. Roxas disposed of his empty yoghurt pot and washed his hands.

"Sure, if you want to." He had put Sora on his car's insurance policy a month ago, because Sora just loved driving his car. It was also helpful when they went drinking because either one could be the designated driver rather than just Roxas.

They emerged into the early morning light, holding hands and taking in deep breaths of the spring dew scent in the air. It was warm enough now that they didn't have to wear coats, and both were wearing jeans, t-shirts and light jackets. The sun was already high in the sky despite it only being seven-thirty, and they both pulled out their sunglasses to avoid the harsh glare of the sun.

They hopped in the car, Sora settling into the driver's seat and adjusting the chair because he liked to sit further away from the wheel than Roxas. Roxas kicked back in the passenger seat, throwing out a casual reminder to Sora that he only needed a little bit of gas to move off. The brunette constantly stalled the car because he forgot how much power the engine put out.

They set off with no mishaps and Roxas relaxed, trusting in Sora's good driving skills. He turned the radio on and DJ Demyx's early morning show filled the car. Sora drummed his fingers on the wheel as they sat at traffic lights, nodding his head to the upbeat music that their favourite DJ always played.

They reached the junction that lead onto the main carriageway through Midgar. Instead of going left to get to the university though, Sora peeled out onto the highway heading in the other direction. Roxas stared at him.

"You're going the wrong way," he said, thinking that the coffee he had made Sora hadn't been strong enough.

Sora smirked. "No I'm not," he replied. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, handing it to the blonde.

Roxas stared at the address written on the paper. "This is…" he started, but he cut himself off, scrunching up the note in his fist. "Sora, turn the car around, now."

Sora shook his head. "No can do, Roxas. I'm taking you hostage for the day."

"What about classes?" Roxas gritted out between clenched teeth, glaring at Sora furiously. One of his knuckles made a cracking sound as he squeezed his fist even harder, pulverising the paper.

"It's not going to kill me if I miss one day. Besides, this is much more important."

Roxas snarled. "I'm never talking to you again."

"You'll thank me when today is over," Sora said absently, ignoring the threat. He grabbed the paper from Roxas before it could be completely ruined and set it on the dashboard, pushing down on the gas pedal and speeding down the highway. Tall grey buildings flew past them in an ash coloured blur, but Roxas barely noticed them over his building rage.

"How the hell did you get my parent's address?" he spat. Sora didn't flinch despite the fact that Roxas looked about ready to maim and kill. He was used to Roxas's temper and the tantrums he was prone to having when he had to do something he didn't want to.

"Cloud gave it to me."

"So you were planning on doing this?" Roxas growled. He fell back in his seat and stared at the door handle, wondering how much it would hurt if he threw himself out of the car right now. Sora noticed this and pressed the child lock.

"Actually, I wasn't planning this. But when you showed me that message, I decided it's high time you got off that horse and made up with your folks. I wanna meet them already and I'm sick and tired of you moping about it every time I call my Mom."

Roxas sent him a glare. He hadn't realised that Sora had noticed his mood changes whenever the brunette was on the phone to his mother. "I can't believe you would do this, you sneaky little shit."

"Like I said, you'll thank me later," Sora said again. He took the upcoming exit and drove them into the outer suburbs of Midgar. Rows upon rows of neatly terraced houses lined the streets. The cars were all the same, family hatchbacks with sensible fuel economies. They passed a few bus stops, where children were queuing to take the bus to school. It was all glaringly normal.

"I hate you so much," Roxas muttered, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. Sora stifled a snigger, knowing that it would only worsen Roxas's foul mood.

"I put some of my landscape paintings in my messenger bag," the brunette said casually, checking the street names as he passed them. He had never been in this part of Midgar before, but he wasn't about to ask Roxas for directions. "You can give your Mom them for her birthday, if you like, seeing as you didn't get a chance to buy her anything."

Roxas scowled but reached back and grabbed the bag off the backseat. He opened it and pulled out an A3 plastic document folder, finding that some of Sora's best paintings were in it. Including his favourite one of the view from the clock tower at Station Heights, with the blue crystal refracting the sun rays.

"I can't…" he stuttered, staring from the folder to his boyfriend and back again. "Sora, I can't give her these…"

"You can," Sora said firmly. "I already have prints of all of those anyway."

"But-"

"You don't get a choice in this, Roxas. It's her fortieth for god's sake; you don't turn forty every day of the week." The car slowed as they came upon the right street turning, and Sora twisted the wheel and pulled into the avenue. It was a nice little neighbourhood. The front gardens were well-kept and the houses were relatively nice, clearly owned by upper middle class families with above average incomes. A few sprinklers were watering the lawns of some of the houses.

Sora checked the number on the address that Cloud had given him and began checking the houses as they drove past them. Roxas glared at his shoes, refusing to help.

They pulled into the driveway of number 82, where a blue Jaguar X-Type was sat. It looked like it had just been washed, which wouldn't surprise Sora in the slightest. This seemed like the type of neighbourhood where all the men donned their old clothes and washed their cars together on a Sunday.

A vacant looking auburn dog was sat on the lawn, and when the car pulled into the driveway it erupted into a chorus of loud barking, throwing itself at the fence that separated them. When Roxas stepped out of the car, the barking only got louder.

"Pluto," Roxas muttered, but there was a tone of affection in his voice. "He still remembers me, I see." He walked up to the fence and patted the dog cautiously. Pluto's eyes rolled with delight and he proceeded to slobber all over Roxas's hand, much to Sora's amusement.

"Let's go ring the doorbell before your parent's wonder why he's barking so much," Sora said, grabbing hold of his boyfriend's arm and pulling him up the path. Pluto followed them from behind the fence, his barks reducing to excited yelps.

Roxas stared at the door. It had been painted since he had last seen it, five years ago as he slammed it behind him, his guitar on his back. It had been black and faded then. Now, it was a glossy white. The numbers had been replaced as well, and were brassy, gold and shiny. If he ignored the stone cat that was sitting on the doorstep that had been there since he was a child, he could almost convince himself that this wasn't Number 82, Key Street, but was in fact Number 82 of another street. Not his parent's house. Not the place he had been avoiding since he was fifteen, that contained a whole box full of memories he both wanted to remember and didn't ever want to think of again.

He realised he had been spacing out when Sora's face popped into his line of vision, obscuring the door. "Are you gonna ring or what?" the brunette asked. When Roxas didn't move, he shrugged. "No problem, I can do it." And before Roxas could say anything, Sora reached out and pressed the doorbell, setting off a melodic chime somewhere inside the house.

Roxas's palms were sweating now. He was itching to turn around and run away. Sora, sensing this, moved behind him, so that Roxas was trapped between the door and his boyfriend. He swallowed, staring at the white portal into his memories as he heard footsteps behind it, growing closer and closer.

It would have been more dramatic and appropriate, if time had slowed down as the door handle turned. If all life had grinded to a halt. If the birds had stopped chirruping in the sycamores and the wind had died, leaving only silence in its wake. But the only thing that happened was that Roxas's heart rate increased at least a hundred times over. It was pounding like a jackhammer in his chest, and when he glanced down he could actually see his t-shirt twitching in time with the racing organ.

The door opened without dramatics save for a small intake of breath from Roxas, and stood in the doorway was a tall, slender middle-aged man in a fitted navy suit. His hair was the same shocking blonde as Roxas's and was messily spiked all over the place. His eyes were the same ocean blue. The only difference between him and the boy on the doorstep was the faint age lines around his eyes, and the three inches in height he had over the boy.

The man's facial expression barely shifted when he saw just who was ringing his doorbell at eight o'clock on a Monday morning. His eyes roved up and down Roxas with cool detachment, as he fixed his tie that had been hanging undone around his neck. Roxas swallowed whilst the man threaded the tie through the knot and tightened it, adjusting it around his neck and then tucking it down inside his cream sweater.

When the man had finished doing his tie up, he spoke. "Hello, Roxas."

He had a very calm voice, and under any other circumstances, Sora would have found it soothing. Right now though, he could sense his boyfriend's blatant terror, and so the man's voice was cold rather than calming.

Roxas swallowed loudly. "Hi, Dad."

They stood there, staring at each other for a few moments. Pluto had finally shut up and settled for licking Sora's hand through the fence as if trying to memorize the taste of the new guest. Sora barely noticed as he watched the two men, who were hardly blinking.

Finally, the older man spoke. "You got taller."

Roxas nodded, his throat dry. "Yeah," he responded, unable to think of anything else to say. His Dad hadn't changed in the slightest, save for a few more wrinkles around the eyes.

Mr Strife's eyes flicked over Roxas's shoulder to look at Sora, who was shifting from one foot to the other as if he needed to go to the bathroom. "Your boyfriend?"

Roxas blinked. "How did you know?"

"Cloud told me. Well, don't stand there dawdling. Go in and wish your mother a happy birthday." The man stood to the side and jerked his head in the direction of a door at the end of the brightly lit hallway.

"R-right," Roxas mumbled. He cautiously stepped through the door, shuddering as he inhaled the familiar scent of the pine cleaning products his mother always used to clean the house. He slipped his shoes off and put them in the rack. He glanced at his father, as if searching for permission to enter further into the house.

To his complete surprise, his father placed a slender hand on his shoulder. "We missed you," the man said honestly. Roxas was taken aback. He had expected his father to slam the door in his face, or at the very least be cold and distant with him. But now, he was drawing Roxas in for a loose hug. And to Roxas's utter amazement, he murmured quietly in his son's ear, "I'm sorry."

It was like a floodgate had been opened with those words. Two little words that Roxas had waited five years to hear. He hiccupped dangerously, shaking in his father's embrace, and the arms around him tightened. He felt his father taking deep breaths. His dad was trying not to cry. That did it for Roxas. Without warning, he burst into floods of tears.

"D-dad," he choked out, grabbing fistfuls of his father's blazer and dropping his forehead on the man's shoulder. "I…" Words failed him. He wanted to say so many things. I hate you. I love you. I missed you. I'm sorry too. I can't forgive you. I forgive you. Please forgive me. So many conflicting emotions were eating away at each other in his chest, and all he could do was cry, sobbing raggedly into his father's suit that had probably only just been dry-cleaned from the smell of it, whilst his dad patted his shoulders awkwardly and heaved in deep, calming breaths.

"Roxas?"

Sora, who had been patting Pluto docilely in a bid to give the two some privacy, looked around the hugging pair to see a woman standing in the hallway. If she was Roxas's mother, she looked nothing like him. She was short, probably no taller than 5'2", with rosy skin and sleek black hair that cascaded down her back like a midnight waterfall, reaching to her waist. Her eyes were lime green and large, fringed with sooty lashes. It was clear that Roxas had inherited all of his genes concerning looks from his father, as had Cloud apparently.

Roxas pulled away from his father's embrace a little, wiping his eyes furiously with his fists. He looked at the woman standing in the hallway, and made a choking noise.

"M-Mom?"

"Roxas?!" the woman said again, this time with more incredulity. "Is it… oh sweet lord, is it really you? My baby's come home?"

It was Mr Strife who answered. "He's back, Ruth." And just like that, Mrs Strife also burst into tears. Sora blinked as the woman rushed forward and joined in the hug that the father and son had been sharing, tears streaming down her face. She barely came up to Roxas's shoulder, so she buried her face in his chest and broke down completely.

"I missed you so much," she cried. Mr Strife put his arms around both his wife and son and pulled them in close. To Sora, it looked slightly bizarre. They were still stood on the threshold in a group hug, two grown adults and a teenager who virtually never cried, all sobbing into each other's clothes and clinging to each other like the apocalypse was coming.

He felt like he shouldn't be there. He shifted uncomfortably, still stroking Pluto's head and completely ignoring the drool that was coating most of his forearm. But it was going a lot better than he had expected. He had at least thought, from Roxas's description of his parents, that there would be shouting and arguing. But from his impression, Roxas's parents were two very normal people who just wanted their son back in their lives. And clearly, five years of unspoken emotions were now breaking through the cracks of all three reunited people, and it didn't look like the crying was going to stop anytime soon.

Sora turned and walked down the path to the driveway, feeling extremely out of place. He unlocked the vehicle and sat down in the driver's seat. He may as well do something whilst the family reconciled. Noticing the slobber on his arm, he cursed and grabbed a tissue, wiping himself off as he rummaged in his bag for his sketchbook. He pulled it out and grabbed his pencil case. With the door of the car open and his legs hanging out onto the driveway, he proceeded to continue with a sketch for one of his class projects, occasionally glancing up at the house to see what was going on. Pluto sat on the lawn, not sure who to stare at, opting to try and focus one eye on the family and one on Sora, and only resulting in going cross-eyed.

Sora had nearly finished the final lines of his sketch of Kairi when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. He glanced up and saw that Roxas was waving to him, beckoning him to come back into the house. His eyes were red and puffy, but the hugest grin Sora had ever seen the boy wear was spread on his face. His parents were stood behind him, trying to look like they hadn't been crying and eyeing Sora with interest.

They were ushered into the living room. It was a pretty standard lounge, with forest green carpeting, soft sofas and a new flatscreen television. An electric fire sat under the mantelpiece but was not on. There were lots of photos in frames all over the walls. Sora took delight in the photo of what was clearly a young Roxas and a young Cloud sat in a paddling pool in their underwear, their wild locks soaked and their faces sunburnt as they grinned without a care in the world.

He and Roxas sat down on the loveseat and the Strife parents sat down on the sofa adjacent to it. Mrs Strife (or Ruth, as she had asked to be called) was looking positively elated, and Sora wondered vaguely if this was the best birthday present she had ever had. It certainly looked that way from the expression on her face. Mr Strife (who had asked to be called Neil) was trying to hide an infectious grin that kept spreading across his handsome features.

"It's so wonderful to meet you Sora," Ruth gushed, her hands clasped in her lap. "Cloud told us all about you; we think it's wonderful that Roxas has found happiness at last!"

Roxas blinked then. "Wait a sec; you aren't mad that I'm gay?"

Neil stared at him. "Why would we be? There's nothing wrong with it, is there? You two are happy and treat each other well, and that's all that matters to us."

It was so completely different from the reaction Roxas had expected that he was thrown completely, unable to formulate words. He had thought his father would react like Sora's had. But Neil, the same man who had pushed and pushed him into a law career and forbidden him to follow a music vocation, the same man who used to lock Roxas in his room until he had finished all his homework, was calmly accepting his son's sexuality as though they were talking about the weather.

Sora noticed that Roxas had been rendered temporarily mute, and decided to speak for him. "I'm so pleased to finally meet both of you," he said, smiling genuinely at the pair. He liked them immediately. All the images he had built up in his head of Neil being like his own father and Ruth being stern and strict were crumbling down. They were just normal parents. Sure, they may have been a bit pushy and tried to force Roxas down a career path he didn't want, but they loved their son so obviously they may as well have had it written on their foreheads.

They exchanged a few pleasantries, introducing themselves. Neil was a judge at the Midgar Magistrate Court. Whilst this earned the family plenty of money, they had chosen to stay in the house they had raised their children in, and were investing most of the money Neil earned into an elaborate retirement plan. They had paid off their mortgage and lived easy lives without financial worry, but weren't flamboyant and extravagant with their money.

Ruth was technically a house wife, but she volunteered for a lot of local charities, in particular ones that helped children living on the streets. Roxas had squirmed guiltily at this as he realised that he had been the one to push him mother into helping with such causes, having been a street child himself at one point. He wondered how much Cloud had told them about what he had done when he had been living on the streets. He was fairly sure they knew about the drugs, but doubted Cloud had told them about his former career in prostitution.

Once they had introduced themselves, Neil got up and said he was going to make a phonecall to work, saying that he couldn't make it in that day. "I didn't have any cases today anyway," he said gently when Roxas and Sora tried to protest. "Besides, what kind of father would I be if I went to work instead of spending time with my own son and his partner?" He left the room, saying he would make tea whilst he was on the phone in the kitchen.

Roxas grabbed the messenger bag he had been clutching the entire time and looked at Sora for confirmation that it was really okay to give away his paintings like this. After meeting Ruth and Neil, Sora was more certain than ever, and he nodded enthusiastically. Roxas smiled at him gratefully and stood up, walking over to sit next to his mother on the sofa.

"Mom, Sora and I brought some presents for you," he said, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Immediately, Ruth's eyes welled up.

"Oh my word," she gasped gently, "you two didn't have to get me anything! Just having my son back in my life and meeting Sora has made this birthday the most special day of my life!"

Roxas flushed at her extravagance and Sora grinned. Roxas continued, "Even so, Sora especially wants you to have these." He reached into the bag and pulled out the folder of paintings. He placed it in his mother's lap. "He painted all of them himself, Mom."

Ruth looked like she was about to cry again. She stared at Sora with wordless thanks, her eyes so full of love and appreciation that Sora felt himself tearing up a bit. She opened the folder and slid the paintings out, thumbing through them numbly. Most of them were pretty landscapes of Midgar, but when she came across the Station Heights painting, she actually started crying again.

"Oh boys," she whispered, one hand going to her chest as if she were in pain. She looked at Sora, her eyes wide and streaming with silent tears. "You painted all of these?"

Sora swallowed and nodded.

"And you're giving them to me?"

"Yeah," the brunette said, and he was amazed to find that his voice broke. He cleared his throat. "I want you to have them. Most of them were inspired by Roxas, so they're just as much his gift as they are mine."

Ruth looked at her son who was blushing furiously and staring at the textured wallpaper. "Thank you, both of you," she murmured in a tremulous voice, wiping at her eyes. "This is more than I ever expected to get on my birthday."

Roxas looked sheepish. "Thank Sora," he mumbled. "If it weren't for him, I would never have come. I've been meaning to, but I was scared that… you wouldn't want me."

Ruth slid the paintings back into the folder carefully and set them down next to the sofa. She twisted in her seat and placed her hands on Roxas's cheeks. "You are my son, Roxas," she said seriously, looking him in the eyes. "I will always love you, no matter what you choose to do in life. Not because it is my duty to as a parent, but because you mean the world to me. You are my child, my life and soul. You, Cloud and Neil are what makes my world turn. As long as you're happy, Roxas, I am happy."

"My thoughts exactly." They all looked up to see Neil walking in with a tray of steaming mugs. He set them down carefully on one of the side tables and then sat down on Roxas's other side. "I should never have pushed you like I did, Roxas. It was selfish of me to think that you would be wasting your intelligence by becoming a musician. I thought I was acting in your interests, but in the end, it was clear that I was only thinking of myself, and my reputation."

Roxas sighed. He felt incredibly guilty now. All of the good memories that he had suppressed in the last five years were washing over him, reminding him of how wonderful his parent's had been even before he ran away. He felt childish, and selfish.

"No," he said, "I'm the one who should be apologising, not you two. I ran away without thinking of how much it would hurt you, or Cloud, or even myself. I was childish and could only think of the bad times, but I realise now that there were so many more good times that I didn't appreciate. I shouldn't have run away like I did, and I'm sorry for putting you through so much over the years. I… I've been a terrible son."

Neil and Ruth enveloped him in a hug at the same time. "We don't care about that," Ruth murmured in his ear.

"The important thing is, you're home. You're back in our lives," Neil said in his other ear.

"Just holding you like this is enough." They embraced him tightly, and more tears slid down his cheeks.

"Welcome home, Roxas."

I hope you liked this chapter, it was really nice to write. FINALLY after five years, Roxas is reunited with his parents.

Edit: Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, next week there is no update. I have like a million and one social engagements (one of which is a date with a Naruto lookalike BOOYAH), so I will not have the time in any way, shape or form to write chapter 21. Expect one the following week though :D

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