Akira poured another cup of tea for Touya Kouyo. It was rather late, but he had near insisted on getting a game out of the father he hadn't seen in weeks.

Hikaru had been behaving so abnormally all day that Akira couldn't help but worry about his friend and rival. Dinner had been strange enough, and Akira had forced Hikaru to go to bed as soon as it ended, not that the other pro complained too much; he seemed exhausted. As his rival was lying down, though, what he saw in those olive eyes only amplified his concern.

The goban before him was one Akira remembered vaguely from visits to the house in his childhood. It was a bit weathered and a few new chips had been imprinted on its surface, but it remained intact. The sound that the stones made on its surface was refreshingly nostalgic. The younger Touya allowed himself comfort at the familiarity of the scene, maintaining the stoic silence his father enjoyed playing in. His father broke that silence as he cut early into the formation on his left of the board.

"You are not yourself tonight." The statement derailed the younger Touya and he broke off a move in mid-play. His hand remained uselessly extended over the board. "What did you want to discuss with me?"

Akira cleared his throat and snapped down his stone, throwing a half-hearted parry against the assault. "I didn't wish to be so bold with this matter. I'd hoped we could play a bit first…"

"And yet," the former Meijin smiled, "since you were small, you would approach me for any matter by first asking for a game. Please, son, speak your mind."

Akira flushed, still half-anticipating another move from his father. When he realized that the game was indeed halted until he spoke, he sighed and folded his hands together.

"What happened with Shindo in Yokohama, Otou-san?" he asked grudgingly. "Since his return, he hasn't mentioned the visit, but he seems changed somehow. He's…" Akira trailed off into pensive silence.

'Somehow, he's older now. Or, rather, more unhappy. Or even—'

"You don't have to worry about Shindo-kun," Touya Kouyo said decisively, laying a stone in the heart of the current battle to the right.

"Eh?"

"Even now, that boy is coming to realize the strength that he carries." The man gestured to the board. "Now, do you see a way to salvage the current situation?"

"Well, of course, but even then—"

"Can you wrest the board from me in this game?"

"No, Otou-san. That is beyond what I have played." =chk=

"Now, imagine that you are Shindo-kun." =chk= "Can you win this game?"

Touya hesitated at the request, looking over the game. Given the circumstance, there was no way for Shindo—who couldn't even best Akira two out three games—could pull around and regroup enough to win. 'But if it was Shindo…'

"I wouldn't have decided yet," Touya said thoughtfully, moving his hand to his chin. 'I would make a move…here,' his mind highlighted a spot, "and see if you would follow the play. If you followed his hand for thr-no, four more hands, then he could turn it around. But could I…'

He tried it, placing a stone where Shindo would. Touya Kouyo chuckled, following the play as expected. Akira relaxed, continuing the pattern.

"So there's your answer," he said with a smile. "Before his match with me, I doubt that Shindo-kun could have made that decision either." Play continued until a sharp =chk= broke off the pattern, leaving the younger player stranded in white's territory, black stones cut off and dead in all directions.

"Ah!" Akira gasped. How could he have missed such a play? Would Shindo have seen it? "I resign," he conceded, completely beaten by both Shindo and his father. "But I still don't—"

"I know," his father cut him off. "Shindo-kun is just working on breaking out of a stagnant phase. You can expect great, great things from him soon." Akira couldn't suppress a cold apprehension as he solemnly cleared the board.

He kept his head down as he asked, "And me, Otou-san? Have I reached a plateau in my skill?"

"No, not just yet," the man sighed. "So long as both of you continue to look forward, you can overcome any challenge. Forward, Akira," he emphasized. "Neither of you can concern yourselves over what is now behind you." He beckoned for Akira to sit beside him, and the boy easily complied. "Shindo Hikaru will soon realize this fact and he will rise very, very far. It will be up to you to keep up with him then. But until that time comes, you have to be patient and support him when you can. His Go right now…it is beginning to bloom."

Touya Kouyo began to build a match that Akira didn't recognize. He watched the game develop until he could successfully identify his father as playing black, but the white…

"Yes, this is Shindo-kun. The game began as shidougo, but he became a bit angry with me, so I got serious a few hands before this." Akira barely heard his father, intent on the play of the game. Shindo's play was interesting to the point of being foreign. It was almost as if…

"You see it, don't you?" the former Meijin asked, not halting in his placement. White stones were falling to the board in a way that seemed forced and hesitant up until…=chk=

"Ah!" Touya exclaimed, leaning forward almost expectantly. As the stones continued to fall, he cried, "Wait! What did you say to him here?" pointing at the stone.

"He will tell you if you ask him properly at a suitable time."

"So he told you—!" Akira bit off the accusation before he could embarrass himself. He knew that such jealousy was completely out of line, and yet he could not quell it. It burned in him so suddenly and so strongly that he was ashamed.

Touya Kouyo ignored the outburst, playing through the rest of the game.

"He resigned here," he stated simply as he placed his last stone. "Though his retaliation was impressive, it couldn't compete with his poor foundational play."

Akira sighed and refocused his attention on analyzing his rival's play. His later play, though noteworthy, wasn't close to the usual cutthroat play that he was used to seeing from the other. But it wasn't as poorly contrived defensively. It was play that considered the entire board, scavenging points here and there to lessen the impact of the loss. It wasn't uncharacteristic of Shindo to play that way, but the difference in effectiveness compared to before…Akira wasn't sure what to think about his rival's breakthrough.

"Otou-san…Why did Shindo travel to Yokohama? I asked him about Sai for your sake, but…I just don't understand." He stared at the goban without seeing anything in particular. He had the distinct feeling that something very obvious was escaping him but he couldn't seem to find it. It left a distinctly unpleasant taste on his tongue. His father's knowing, sympathetic smile didn't alleviate the sensation.

"You would not believe anything I told you unless I told you all that Shindo-kun entrusted me with. I will not violate that trust when he specifically asked me not to tell you." The understanding smile softened further. "You already know so much of the truth, but you simply won't allow yourself to believe it."

Akira couldn't conceal his annoyance, but he allowed only the faintest of frowns to flit across his features before busying himself with clearing the goban. "I'm sure I will understand in time," he decided aloud with only a bit of sarcasm in his tone. "Thank you for the game and the…instruction." He rose smoothly and bowed. He left the room and slid the door shut behind him.

Touya took a brief moment to gather his thoughts and curb his irritation before returning to his room. He found Hikaru sitting up in his futon, sipping at a glass of water. The main light was out, but the outer door was open and light from the deck was more than enough to see by.

"Touya! I was just wondering where you were. It's pretty late, and…Touya?" Hikaru set his cup down beside him. "What's the matter?"

Akira stood in the doorway, considering his rival thoughtfully, completely unaware of the frown growing across his face.

"I'm just a bit…never mind. Are you feeling better?" He closed the door and began to disrobe, hanging his garments where they would be easily accessible in the morning, where he'd draped Hikaru's kimono earlier. He felt bottle green eyes hastily look away.

"Much better, thanks," the other boy mumbled. "Sorry if I caused any problems," he added as Akira pulled on his pajamas.

Touya glanced over to see exactly how red the boy was, amused at the reaction. It was the same way earlier when he had to undress Shindo because the 4-dan had been too unfamiliar with his kimono to do it himself.

'Honestly. How juvenile can he be?' he thought as he tried not to laugh.

"Hey," he called, bringing Shindo's gaze back to him. "Don't worry about it." Akira smiled at the double entendre. The long-haired pro lit a lamp beside his futon and crossed the room to close the outer door. "Did you get any sleep?"

"A bit. More like a nap, really. I don't really feel tired though. But do you want to sleep? It's really late…" And it was already almost two in the morning, but Akira sat on the floor beside his friend.

"It's fine. If you're not tired, I won't make you sit here in the dark."

Shindo frowned, crossing his arms. "That's no good, Touya. If you're tired, just go to sleep. I'm fine, so don't worry about me."

"Don't be stupid!" Touya kept his voice low but his tone still made Shindo cringe. "You're clearly not fine, even if you won't say so, so why don't you let me stay by your side since you won't talk about it." Akira congratulated himself for not raising his voice though the outburst had made his heart pound and his breath came heavier than it should.

Touya spent way too much of his time actively trying not to feel; it made being friends with Shindo Hikaru absolute torture. He never used to think of himself as a passionate person but maybe it was simply that no one else knew quite as well how to get under Akira's skin.

"…Sorry, Touya. I'm…" Hikaru hesitated, his words failing off before even being said. He seemed thoughtful for a moment, but then he sighed. "If I had your vocabulary, I might be able to explain what I'm feeling, but…" he shrugged, that same empty smile playing at his mouth, "I'm just stupid I guess."

"Shindoooo," Akira groaned, head falling to his chest briefly before he glared at his rival in earnest. "Stop calling yourself stupid; it's pathetic. And don't worry about sounding stupid. We're friends, okay? You should be able to talk to me. If you think that you can't, well…I guess I'm the stupid one if that's the case."

"Sorry!" Shindo apologized again, still not quite understanding Akira's distress. "It's getting to be summer again, and, I dunno, I guess it's just a sensitive time for me or something like that…"

"…Does it have to do with Children's Day?" Akira asked quietly, the real question of course, 'Does it have to do with Honinbou Shuusaku?'

"…yeah, sort of. Basically. Yeah." Hikaru couldn't take his gaze off of Touya's eyes where they smoldered ardently.

"Are you going to tell me about what happened?" He no longer needed to add the specifics to that particular question.

"Not this time."

Akira frowned, softening his glare. Hikaru took the opportunity to look down at his hands. "Maybe we should go to sleep now," Shindo offered quietly.

"In a moment," Touya said almost coldly, studying his rival's diminished frame. With his legs crossed and his hands folded neatly in his lap, Shindo appeared almost demure in his bedclothes. He was wearing an old jersey that was faded around the collar and elbows. It was rare to see him hold still for any amount of time, but like this, the other pro could be sleeping already. Akira almost hated this newfound reticence in his closest friend. The way that his blond hair covered his eyes was just like—

"Touya?" Hikaru's bangs fell back to reveal inquisitive green eyes. It was Akira's turn to blush.

"No, you're right. It's late and I'm very tired," Touya rushed over his words, returning to his own futon and fumbling with the lamp. "Good night, Shindo," he said as darkness swallowed them both.

"Good night, Touya," Hikaru replied, smile easily audible in his voice.

The sakura viewing was more than Hikaru could have hoped for. Since Touya's father was in the best of spirits, the entire family was traveling to Ise to attend the viewing festival there. He got to see the face that Touya made first thing in the morning—always a treat—and play a game with the former Meijin right after breakfast before heading out with Touya's family on the short drive to the station.

"Hey, Touya?" he called for perhaps the twelfth time since they boarded the bullet train.

"What, Shindo?" His rival maintained his steady stare out the train window.

"Do you think we'll be allowed to drink sake?"

"Who knows." That Touya wasn't even trying to mask his irritation somehow made Hikaru irrepressibly happy.

He grinned. "Hey, Touya?"

"For the love of—What is it, Shindo?" Akira turned his glare at the other boy.

"…nothing." Hikaru couldn't admit that he just wanted to see the expression on his rival's face. He couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the way Touya was glowering.

"Quit being bothersome," was his answer, and he resumed watching the scenery pass by.

The ride progressed much like this and they arrived in Ise in the early afternoon with time enough to eat before the festival became too involved and hectic.

For the most part, Touya's family stayed near the periphery, engaging but not losing themselves to the raucous and various activities of the celebration, possibly in small part due to Touya Kouyo's health, but several of the adults would occasionally glance up at the festivities as if they were offensive to him or her personally. After a long time of holding back, Hikaru grabbed Akira by the wrist and started dragging his friend into the commotion of the event.

"Shindo!" Touya exclaimed, resisting half-heartedly.

"Come on, Touya! Let's have a bit of fun!"

Touya was drawn in half to the strength of the other boy and half because he could finally see a grin that was completely genuine on his face.

"All right then," he murmured, trying to keep up as Hikaru pulled him mercilessly through the multicolored throng of onlookers.

The smells and sounds were enough to distract Hikaru from his goal, but the sights…

Hikaru was searching for the perfect place to catch the entire atmosphere, far from the stuffiness of Camp Touya. The pair of them ended up stranded near the center of all of the activity, each panting from the sprint. Akira looked like he was about to positively keel over.

All around, there were people laughing and shouting, running and dancing, feasting and drinking…this was what Hikaru had needed to see; all of these people were just so needlessly, desperately alive. It was wonderful. It was its own magic, and Hikaru wondered if Akira would even notice the relevance. He looked expectantly at his friend.

Touya, still gasping for breath, let his eyes wander around in such obvious confusion, almost disdainfully, at the crowd. It probably seemed so messy to the finicky young person. Hikaru decided—almost pitying the boy—that it couldn't be helped and took his wrist again, dragging his friend at a much more reasonable pace. He had only taken a few steps when he realized just why he had stopped, freezing all over again.

Soft music was playing, drowning out all of the noise of the festival. It carried over the din and seemingly straight into Hikaru's ears until he thought he would be deafened by it. And then it was gone again.

"Did you hear that?" he asked Touya. The other boy only made his eyes into a question. He heard it again, sweet and plaintive. He knew that feeling, evoked by the music, ingrained into its timbre. "That! Touya, where's it coming from?"

"Shindo, what are you talking about?" His tone was concerned. Hikaru dropped Touya's wrist to investigate alone. "Hikaru!" Akira chased after his friend.

'What the hell…' Hikaru wondered, rubbing at his ear. 'What the hell is that noise?'

He almost gave up. He was about to turn back to Touya and say, "Never mind. I guess I'm just hungry." They would laugh it off and everything could seem normal again, but the music had him. The music was inside of him and it resonated off of his ribcage. Then there was nothing inside of him but the music.

"There!"

Leaning up against a sakura tree was a lonely biwa, strings near limp. Hikaru frowned as he came across it.

"Who could have…" He reached for it, arm going numb before he could touch it. The body of the instrument was flecked with blood. Touya's hand was on his shoulder. His friend was behind him. Hikaru was frozen staring at the abandoned biwa. It began to play again, the strings not moving, no plectrum in sight. He remembered the feeling from six years previous and a cold sweat started across his body.

"Hikaru, answer me," he heard Akira try to demand though the other boy's voice quavered around the words. Hikaru couldn't so much as whimper in response.

Can you hear my song?

The words crawled into his brain. He flinched at the presence that probed at him.

Oh my! You can, can't you!

A slender hand appeared from behind the sakura tree. It was a woman, her face painted white with lips crimson, the color of the blood on the biwa. Her hair was long, falling past her waist. It was a deep shade of black, dressed with utmost care. An elaborate headpiece sat atop the ghost's head, gold and silver shimmering against a backdrop of night. She wore an elaborate ceremonial robe, colors ranging from palest lavender to deepest rouge. Hikaru avoided looking the ghost in the eye.

"Touya, we should go…" he choked out, doing his best not to acknowledge the spirit before him. He didn't want—

How rude! I know you can see me!

The woman stepped lightly right up to Hikaru's face and he had no choice. He stared into her eyes, dark and pure as jet, and promptly collapsed against Touya's thin frame, transfixed.

That's better, I suppose. The lady appeared distraught. I suppose you'll have to do, she said with a sigh, reaching out to him with her plectrum. It was a shimmery ivory and the tip appeared to have been dipped in blood. Yes, you'll do nicely.

The plectrum touched his forehead.

Hikaru wandered through the darkness. He felt almost the same as he had when Sai had disappeared, but…

No, it was the opposite of that time. Something was present. Something uninvited.

"Hello?" he called into the blackness. "Who are you?"

I am Tachibana-no-Setsuko. And who are you, child? Her voice was the same music he had heard from the biwa.

No, the biwa hadn't been making noise.

"I'm Shindo Hikaru. Look, this is some kind of mistake; I don't know how long you've been waiting, but it's too late now. It's already the twenty-first century."

…Waiting? I've always been waiting. I can't think of a time when I won't be waiting.

Hikaru almost took another step forward, but the woman appeared suddenly in front of him. He didn't react other than cocking his head to the side. She was dressed much differently. Her hair hung simply down her back and she wore a simple white yukata, appearing as if she had been sleeping just moments before.

"That's what your music said, but what are you waiting for, Setsuko?"

She was almost as tall as he was. She looked away for a long moment that only took an instant, but it seemed years had passed before she looked back at him.

I'm waiting to die. Couldn't you hear?

Hikaru had no way to respond to the woman. How could he tell her that she was already dead?

"Shindo-kun was probably just exhausted from the activity. We'll stay overnight here and catch the first bullet train back in the morning."

"But, kaa-san! He was already ill! What if it's something serious?"

"Akira, just relax. This boy is stronger than all that. Just give him some time to recover his strength. He will be fine." Hikaru struggled to sit up, still unwilling to open his eyes. "See? He's coming around now."

"Hikaru!" Touya called, using an arm to support his friend. Hikaru blinked stupidly, unable to see what was in front of him. The sky was almost dark, a brilliant sunset just beginning over the far horizon. He shook his hair out of his face and looked at Akira as if the other boy had grown a new head.

"Touya? Did I fall asleep or something?" Akira colored and withdrew as Hikaru worked to get his legs under him, settling for sitting cross-legged on the picnic blanket that Touya Kouyo had brought. He found his bag and pulled it closer. "Sorry for the trouble. I guess I didn't sleep too well last night after all." Touya looked away, his ears glowing to match the sunset. "Thanks, Touya. You're always looking out for me."

"Seriously, don't mention it," Akira muttered tersely, flummoxed and livid because of it. He secretly decided that Hikaru was putting up a front because his parents were still hovering nearby. He told himself that Shindo would have a sufficient explanation for his ears alone and would relate it to him just as soon as they were alone.

Hikaru patted down the pockets of his kimono after rummaging through his bag for a few long seconds. Then he gave a large, probably fake sigh.

"I think I dropped my fan in the festival. Would it be all right for me to go try to find it?" he asked hopefully, looking past Akira to address Touya Kouyo instead.

"So long as you stay close to Akira and take things slow, it should be fine," he said gravely.

"Should we call your mother, Shindo-kun?" Akiko asked solemnly, concern very evident in her maternal eyes.

"That shouldn't be necessary," Hikaru said hastily. "I'll tell her myself once I return home."

Touya's mother still bullied him into eating supper before venturing off into the mass of people that had, in all fairness, quite dissipated at that point. Akira was still beyond annoyed and kept shooting his friend challenging glances.

Shindo wondered vaguely what kind of excuse Touya would accept. He couldn't talk about his mind's new passenger without in some way relating it to Sai. After both boys had finished their bento, Touya aided him unnecessarily to his feet and they began walking. Hikaru made sure to grab his bag discreetly as they made their way from the tiny campsite.

"Is it really okay to let us go off alone?" Hikaru wondered aloud.

"They've already had quite a bit to drink," Touya half-explained. "They were waiting for you to wake up before we checked into a hotel. Really, I don't understand how you can be such an inconvenience." That made Hikaru stop and tilt his head. Touya scoffed at the unasked question. "If you weren't feeling well, you might have said so at any point during the past two days," he said, irritation beginning to leak out from the well-defined creases on his forehead. "Perhaps when I invited you, when you were taken ill at supper, when I asked if you were feeling well several times! God, Shindo, I just don't understand at all what made the viewing so damn important!" He was shouting and shaking and completely rigid with fury.

"I'm…" Hikaru's throat tensed around his apology. He felt that he'd apologized to Akira so many times in these two days that no world of apology could rectify his ignorance. "I don't even know how to…"

"Is your damn fan even missing, or did you just want to wander around aimlessly some more?" Akira shouted, hands clenching into fists. Hikaru was suddenly afraid that Touya might take a swing at him, not because he couldn't handle the slender boy in a fight, but simply because their friendship might be irreparably damaged at that point. He had never seen Akira even come close to a fight before, but if it was Hikaru, he was certain that he would be the one to push Akira to that point.

Hikaru pulled his fan slowly out of his pocket, drawing a noise of disgust almost like a sneeze/snort/cough out of his friend. Akira almost walked away—Hikaru saw it in his eyes—but held himself back, most likely on the slim chance of hearing an actual explanation.

"There was something there when I fainted," olive green eyes implored Akira to listen. "That biwa…if it's still there, I'll explain it to you better, but right now, I just…I can't explain, I just need to find it. Touya, please!" Akira's face grew distant, each of its sharp features drawn and veiled. Hikaru allowed his voice to grow softer. "Akira, please." He was overpowered by an urge that wasn't his to reach for Touya, to grab his hand, to beg on his knees for his patience and understanding and lov—

Hikaru wrenched his gaze away from Akira's, clearing his throat and shaking his head.

'Setsuko?'

Hmm? I'm sorry, is something wrong? she purred like a cat.

'Knock it off! What the hell are you doing?'

Sorry. I guess that's just what I'm feeling right now.

"Shindo?"

'You little…No more of that! You'd better knock that off right now or I'm not going to get your biwa back!'

It's much more proper for you to address me as 'Setsuko-hime' or even 'Tachibana-sama'. Setsuko's voice was languid and carried a sense of entitlement.

'She was obviously more pampered than Sai ever was,' he thought viciously, not caring if she could hear or not.

"Shindo!" Hikaru's attention finally on him, Touya continued, "Do you even know where you're going?" Acid was still very present in his tone.

"Yeah, it's this way," he murmured hastily, keeping his head down. He felt like he was an unruly dog out on a walk with his master keeping him on a tight leash. They certainly set off that way, keeping a reasonable if uncomfortable pace. They didn't even speak until…

"There!" Hikaru and Setsuko exclaimed at the same time. The biwa had been knocked over and a fine coat of sakura petals covered the entire thing, but it remained where Hikaru had found it. Setsuko shed the confines of his mind easily, donning a visible form to run and embrace her instrument but couldn't make contact with it. Hikaru hastened to pick it up himself before the spirit could make her dismay affect him greatly. He gingerly lifted the ancient biwa, brushing off the flower petals.

Akira glanced at it over his shoulder, more curious than he would ever let on.

'Setsuko, how old is this thing?' Hikaru asked his new companion. She merely sniffed, strewing out her midnight locks with a light toss of her head. He sighed. 'Sorry. How old is this lovely biwa, Setsuko-hime?' The woman snorted lightly, almost the same way that Akira did when he was amused but shouldn't be.

Older than time, or I should say, it's older than I am. I learned to play on that biwa.Her eyes shone with memory.

"It's ancient," Akira whispered, reaching out and hesitating as if he dared not touch such a thing.

Made of lovely rosewood and strung with the finest silk, the same scarlet as found on my junihitoe, at Hikaru's blank look, she indicated her elaborate, many-layered kimono. The engraving was done by a master craftsman. See, there? She indicated what looked to be koi fish near the base of the instrument. That's real ivory. And this, she pulled out her plectrum, is the same cut of ivory. No biwa is meant to be played without its matching plectrum. Her face was serious, but Hikaru could feel her playfulness beneath the demeanor. Well, beneath her make-up and her demeanor.

"Shindo, why did you need to fetch such a thing, valuable as it may be?" Touya frowned. "You're not a collector and even you aren't so tacky as to want to sell the thing."

"You flatter me, as always," Hikaru commented dryly. "No, Touya, this isn't anything like that. I can feel something from this biwa." He cradled it more gently than he would a fledgling bird. "It has a presence about it. Can't you feel it?" He beckoned for Akira to touch it, and even Touya could not explain his desire to back away. Hikaru grabbed for his hand, surprised and almost hurt when his friend flinched away from his touch.

"What are you, mad?" Touya demanded, almost shaking. With just a look, Hikaru knew that he appeared terribly bizarre to his friend. And he knew that Touya would never believe as easily as his father would.

'Perhaps…' he paused, Setsuko intent on his face now. 'Setsuko-hime, just when were you…born. And how old are you?'

How very impertinent a question! Setsuko appeared to be flushed, but Hikaru was having trouble reading her expression. Akira was beside him, still trembling.

'Please, Setsuko! He might never listen if I mess this up now! When were you alive?'

…What?

"Shindo?" Touya appeared so torn, halfway between running like mad and slapping Hikaru if only to break him out of his silence.

"Touya, I'm sorry, all I can do is apologize to you right now." Hikaru glowered at Setsuko. The spirit was still pressing questions into his mind incessantly. "I still can't really explain…"

"I don't want an excuse, just tell me what's happening. I'm almost at my limit, Hikaru. I swear it, I will leave you—"

Unwilling to hear another word of this, Hikaru burst out, "It's haunted!" Then he bit his lip and clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Wha…What?"

…Eh?

And there we go. The plot! Yay! I'll have revised the summary at this point, but sorry if this isn't what you signed on for. I couldn't get this idea out of my head once it emerged. It's much better than the original plot I thought of and it doesn't change the key points of the storyline in my head, so I'm going with it. Thank you to my reviewers Ntrtts and Pluma Desatada both for finding my writing to be adequate and for taking the time to tell me so. You're wonderful! More soon, ttfn~

disclaimer: If I owned this, they'd already have done what I'm telling them to do now, so...yeah. Not mine.