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Part Two

It had been over a week, and Gumi still couldn't look him in the eyes.

It wasn't like she hadn't had many opportunities, either; She'd only seen him after school on the blacktop, like always, getting whacked around by Gakupo and his posse, and that wasn't a good time to go up to him and ask, "So, how's life?" It wasn't going to work like that. In fact, Gumi wasn't sure how to approach him. They were two completely different people: She was the socially awkward new girl, while he was a rumored sociopath sister-killer who was spited by everyone. At least the sister-killer rumor could be debunked, yet Gumi didn't know anything about his personality. Rin hadn't helped her with that. The only thing she could muster from the dream the week beforehand was that Len could read and that he was subpar at math, hence why Rin wanted her to tutor him.

That information still didn't help. If anything, all of that proved that Gumi and Len didn't have much in common.

Gumi tapped the cover of her notebook, staring at the shelves of books in front of her with concern. It wasn't like she didn't try to help him; she at least watched him on the blacktop and made sure that he wasn't beaten to death by Gakupo and his friends. The only thing that made her stop going was when Gakupo caught glimpse of her through the window on Wednesday. Forget that purple was supposed to be a soothing color- Gakupo's vibrant eyes sent her a vague warning, sending Gumi off immediately, his dangerous irises doing all of the work for him. It aggravated Gumi that let herself become a shaky mess just because of a pair of eyes, but running into trouble with the wealthiest and most highly respected student wouldn't do her any good. She couldn't create suspicion.

"Hey, Gumi? I finished."

Gumi gazed at the short boy sitting next to her. Gacha offered a hopeful stare.

"I think I did really well this time!"

Gumi took his practice sheet and gazed at the sheet, comparing the answers with the answer key. Her eyebrows rose with each correct answer.

"Wow, not bad." Gumi circled the correct number of questions on top of the paper with her pencil. "Only three wrong."

"Yes!" Gacha pumped his fist into the air. "I told you that I've been studying."

"You definitely proved yourself today. Just make sure you actually study for the tests."

Gacha frowned sourly. "I would have gotten a higher score on my math test the other day if it wasn't just filled with all of the hard questions, I swear. I would have done worse if I haven't been tutoring with you, though."

"I'm flattered." Gumi grinned. She handed Gacha his paper back. "Study, okay?"

"Alright." Gacha sighed reluctantly. "I'll study just for you."

Gumi put her hand over her heart and exaggerated her smile. "I'm honored."

Gacha stood up as he unzipped his backpack and took out a folder. Gumi gasped.

"Oh my God! Ladies and gentlemen, Gacha has just bought his first folder! Let's give him an applause."

Gumi clapped her hands and giggled while Gacha snorted while holding back a smile. He slid his paper into the green folder. "You're happy?"

"Very." Gumi smiled as she flicked her hair back.

Gacha hoisted his backpack over his shoulder. "You're definitely better at tutoring than Gakupo or Kaito, from what I'm getting at. I thought you were gonna be a nag, but you're a lot more chill than Gakupo is."

"Well, thanks." Gumi huffed, feeling slightly insulted at being thought of as a nag, but then her eyes widened with surprise. "I'm not that shocked about Kaito, but Gakupo probably has three times the brainpower than I do."

"He may be smart, but he's also, er, a prick. One of the kids in my grade refuses to go to tutoring here because Gakupo called him an idiot for not knowing the square root of like, a thousand and two, something stupid like that. I mean, I like him as a person in general, and he's been through crap as a kid, but he looks down on people who he deems aren't smart enough for him- which is weird, considering some of the guys he hangs around with don't have much to show."

"Childhood problems?" Gumi looked at Gacha curiously.

"You didn't know?"

"No."

"He crushed pretty hard on Kagamine Rin in primary school. You at least know who she was?"

"Yes, I've heard." Gumi sighed.

'I also had the pleasure of seeing her burnt corpse, too.'

"Yeah, and she died before he was able to confess to her. It still bothers him, I think. He says he never had feelings like that for her, but they were pretty close as kids, from what the older kids tell me."

"Well, that sucks." Gumi frowned.

"Gakupo's kind of a cold person, but he's a nice guy once he warms up to you, as long as you're respectful to him. You can't blame him for hating Gaijin's- er, Len's guts. Then again, everyone hates him." Gacha shrugged. "He's a psycho. I heard that he kept a diary of all the things he wanted to do to Rin. Like, I heard that he wanted to chop her up and deliver her body parts to Gakupo's house."

"Jesus." Gumi shook her head, but only did so due to being unconvinced rather than being mortified by Gacha's remark. Gacha mistook the shaking of her head for the latter, though.

"He's crazy. I don't know how Gakupo is brave enough to even touch Len, since he beats him up all the time after school, but it keeps the Gaijin in his place. It's enough to prevent him from going on another killing spree."

"R-right." Gumi nodded. "People just suck. I-I mean Len, not Gakupo."

"It's pretty instinctive to not like murderers, I'm pretty sure." Gacha handed Gumi a highlighter. "Thanks for letting me borrow this, too."

"Yeah, no prob. See you next Tuesday. Enjoy the weekend, but-"

"Study! I know." Gacha groaned. "I have a life, too!"

"Alright, alright." Gumi relented. "Don't slack off, though."

"See ya!"

The green haired boy scurried off, leaving Gumi to herself, which, at the present moment, wasn't a good thing.

'This school is fucking nuts.' Gumi let her arms hang by her sides as she slammed her head against the desk. She winced. "Ow."

Gumi stayed in place, rummaging through her mind to pick up the pieces from her earlier conversation with Gacha.

'So Gakupo thinks that Len killed his childhood sweetheart? And beating Len up like a dog is supposed to put him in his place? Yeah, there's nothing wrong with that logic. I didn't think it was possible for so many people to hate someone so much...'

Gumi began to dwell over an article she read online a few years ago, about a pedophile whose grave was routinely desecrated and vandalized by his victims and the townspeople. He was a twenty-something year old who worked at a day-care facility who lured young girls into his 'secret play room', until a father came in late one day to pick his daughter up, and saw the pedophile performing vulgar acts on her, acts vulgar enough to make the devil recoil. The father killed the pedophile with his bare hands, if Gumi could recall correctly. Yes, she remembered; the father choked the man to death and bludgeoned his head with building blocks. Considering she found the story on the Internet on some weird online forum (It was on a vague yet controversial news website. Gumi still cannot understand how, from this day, she managed to go from watching cute cat videos online to landing on that website), it probably wasn't true, unless the pictures she saw of someone's destroyed grave site belonged to someone else. Gumi always assumed that the pedophile was the most hated person to have ever existed, up until she heard Kagamine Len's name. At least the pedophile was hated for a good reason. The pedophile was thrown in a hole, covered with dirt, and given a grimy gravestone, ending his 'proper' burial. Gumi wondered how the townspeople would go about burying Len. Judging from how even the teachers looked at him, they'd probably leave his corpse out in a field for the vultures to consume.

Gumi heard the library door slam shut and she assumed it was the librarian. It was silly for any other student to come into the library at this hour; the library closed around seven. After all, the librarian had a life, too. Gumi sighed and sat up; she had studying to do herself. Homework was on her schedule, too, and showering belonged somewhere on that growing list. Eating was mixed in too, but Gumi still swore that some of the carrot cake she binged on mornings ago was still sitting in her stomach.

Gumi gathered her belongings and prepared to depart, wrapping herself in her heavier winter coat. November had arrived (Halloween had been celebrated, but Gumi couldn't be bothered to acknowledge the holiday's existence during a school week. She didn't mind spending the night giving kids candy while she stuffed her face with Hershey kisses, though), and the heavy grey clouds hung over Kahiru, threatening to release its snow any day.

Gumi shuffled to the door while she gazed at the books around her.

'I can't remember the last book I read that wasn't assigned by a teacher...'

Gumi peeked at the titles lining the wooden shelves and smiled nostalgically.

'Science fiction?' She picked a book off from the shelf and read the back of the cover. Even when Gumi soon held three books of her favorite genre in her arms, she convinced herself that she needed to catch up on her reading, despite the colossal amounts of homework she still had to complete. Gumi walked out of the aisle with her arms wrapped around the books protectively, wondering if she had room in her backpack for them. She managed to find room after she checked them out, making her way to a desk to stuff them into her already bulging bag. She looked up from her backpack and sighed contently after successfully zipping her backpack shut. The smile quickly faded when she saw him right at the end of the rows of desks, sitting to himself while reading with his back to her.

'He's here again.' Gumi clutched her backpack nervously, her heart racing faster than a galloping horse.

She stared at the back of his head. She observed the uneven cut of his short mullet and pulled on her skirt uneasily. This was probably the only time he had to himself without having to worry about students flipping his chair over or taking snips of his hair. She watched him scratch the back of his head with his bandaged hand. Gumi gulped. She was thankful enough that she had never been treated with the incredible disrespect that he faced every day. She had been subject to rumors before she left Okinawa, but she had never been victim to hearing her peers whisper and laugh about her behind her back, making jokes that would never reach her ears. Neither had anyone lay a finger on her, either. The teasing, if she had ever had to deal with it, was never unbearably horrible. She had never been a complete outcast; In comparison to his situation, she had only been slightly ostracized before moving away. At least some people held concern for her before she left.

'Gumi? Hey, it's SeeU, call me back soon, okay? I know you've been out of school for a week, but I'm worried about you. I know things have been crazy, but-'

Gumi pressed her lips together harshly. Len had no one at all, except for his dead sister, who couldn't do anything but stare at him from the sky. Gumi's attention fell to a distant ticking. She glanced to her right to see a clock hanging against the brown walls, reminding the girl that she didn't have all day. All she had to do was say hi, that was all. Say something.

"I liked that book." Gumi blurted.

Len whipped his head around with his large eyes that still held the same dull coating. Gumi was tempted to back away, yet stayed put as she dug her feet into the maroon carpeting.

"Norwegian Wood?" Gumi asked upon glancing at the cover of the book. She walked forward a few steps. "I liked it. Murukami is a good writer."

The boy stared at her incredulously- not that she could blame him for his wariness. He gazed at her keenly.

"Oh."

He turned away from her again. Gumi stared at him, now bewildered. She had noticed the bandage on his forehead and mentioned his condition.

"You look pretty wrecked. Why are you just sitting there and reading?"

He whipped his head back to her again. "Because I'm waiting to feel my legs again." He turned back to his book, his should sagging as he slid into his seat.

Gumi's face paled. "Oh."

Gumi wondered if she had spoken enough to Len for Rin to consider it to be a conversation. Probably not. She stared at the back of his head timidly, wondering what else to say until she found Len staring at her again. She felt her soul nearly hop out of her body.

"What do you want?"

"I..."

"Was this a bet? Did someone pay you to talk to me? To try to befriend me as a joke?" He scoffed. "It's happened before, and I'm not stupid enough for fall for something like that. If you're going to insult me, just do so."

"I wasn't going to-"

Len stared at her coldly, as if his eyes could make her vanish if he glared fiercely enough. "Do you think that I don't realize that your like the other vapid girls in this school? Do you know what vapid even means?" Len hissed. His voice still barely rose beyond a whisper, yet his tone became much more severe.

This was the last situation that Gumi could ever imagine happening. She looked at Len, her eye caught in between disbelief and distress. "It means stupid," Gumi said quietly.

Len snorted. "Wow."

Gumi felt her heart race faster as she frowned deeply. "W-what? That's what it means."

"You're probably still too obtuse to know the meaning behind something as simple as Norwegian Wood. You probably just think that obtuse is just a large angle, right?"

"It also means to be unintelligent." Gumi defined the word as her voice tensed. "If you think Norwegian Wood is that uncomplicated, then why are you reading it? Hell, why did you meet me in the library last week right after I finished tutoring? Were you going to ask for a tutoring session from an obtuse girl like me? A girl who is seemingly too vacuous to recognize the themes of isolation and the importance of memories in Norwegian Wood?"

Len's eyes slowly narrowed as his annoyance increased. "Why are you still here?"

Gumi felt herself shrink at his question. She was only annoying him, him, the most isolated boy on the planet. "I guess you're right. Sorry for actually trying to show some concern." Gumi grumbled.

Le suddenly slammed the book back onto the table and slapped his palms onto his thin thighs, throwing his head back and shaking his head. "Wow, just wow. So you're trying to help me? You know what, I should bow down and kiss your feet for you for being so considerate to me! Thank you so much!"

Gumi swallowed painfully as Len's eyes prodded into hers angrily. "I didn't expect anything in return."

"You're really stupid for thinking that you could be a martyr." Len's jaw clenched. "Thinking 'I'll help this kid, get everyone to like him, and be a school hero' was a really fucking stupid idea. If anyone even sees you trying to even talk to me, they'll drop you faster than a diseased leper. Do you want to be like me? Honestly? You won't win anyone's attention by trying to be nice to me."

"Never mind." Gumi suddenly snapped. "Sorry for trying to start a conversation."

Len sneered. "Don't be so naïve and stupid enough to think that I need your so-called charity."

"Who said I was going to-?"

No, that was the whole point as to why she was talking to Len- to help him. Gumi shut her mouth tightly but she felt her bottom lip tremble. She quickly hoisted her backpack upon her shoulders and scowled. "You're scared. He's just scared." She repeated to herself under her breath as she turned away from Len and headed for the door.

Gumi quickly stormed out of the library as she felt the water build up in her eyes. She harshly rubbed her eyes as she darted out of the school, her boots clacking against the pavement briskly. The cold stung her bare hands and her damp eyes, making Gumi wish that she hadn't bothered to talk to him at all.

'You're stupid Gumi, just stupid.'

He stared at the library door coldly. He turned back to his book and picked it up, but his interest in reading had died. He tossed it back onto his desk and sat his chin into the palm of his hand. Why should he be nice to her when she flat out ran away from him before he could ask her a simple request? Not that he could blame her. It was stupid of him to think that she would help him. She'd loathe him eventually, just like everyone else did. She probably already did. She'd look behind her shoulder and whisper into someone's ear soon enough about that creepy Gaijin.

'I liked it. Murakami is a good writer.'

It was in that moment that he had to decide if the help was worth it, but why bother open up to her if she rejected him the first time? He wasn't dumb enough to be duped into thinking that she'd willingly waste her time on him. There was no way that she would just go up and talk to him willingly a second time. She wasn't going to help him because it was all just an act, and he caught her in the middle of it. Miku definitely must have had paid her.

'They're definitely not getting any more rumors out of me.' He thought defiantly. Len knew he'd regret yelling at her in the morning, after she told everyone about what that goddamn psycho had said to her, and Gakupo would be right behind her to back her up. Even if sticking up for himself meant a black eye for him, it'd be worth it. They made up enough nonsense about him anyway.

But what if she actually wanted to help him study for a class that he was only going to bomb anyway?

That was a joke that Len had to save for later.

Gumi forced her eyes open, forcefully staring at the illuminating computer screen. She was going to finish her history paper, even if it wasn't due until a week from now, as long as it kept her mind busy.

'It's the weekend, I don't need to sleep.'

Gumi glimpsed at the time on her computer.

'I don't want to fall asleep on my desk again, either.'

Yet Gumi didn't want Rin to criticize her, after the catastrophic conversation between her and Len. Gumi rubbed her heavy eyes repeatedly.

'I don't even want to be a part of this deal anymore. I'm not going to be able to help him.'

'Don't be so naïve and stupid...'

'You're a loser, Gumi...'

Gumi stared at her keyboard dejectedly. She shut her laptop off and gazed at her bed.

'I can't.'

Gumi still made her way to her bed, rolling onto her mattress and throwing the comforter over herself. She shut her phone off and placed it on her nightstand.

'I'm going to disappoint Rin. I disappoint everyone. I really was stupid enough to think that I could help him, even after I blew him off the first day in the library. Hah, maybe I should have listened to Piko; I'm a fucking loser who makes everyone suffer because I'm too stupid and callous...'

"That didn't work out very well, did it?"

Gumi jumped at the sight of the white walls, slowly sliding into her seat as Rin sat in front of her, with no sweets of vases of flowers to keep them separated. Rin leaned on the table, gazing at Gumi with no harshness in her eyes, but with patience, a reaction that didn't seem fitting towards Gumi's recent failure. Gumi rolled her shoulders back and sighed wearily.

"I tried. I told you that I'd fuck up."

"No, you didn't."

"You thought I'd make progress, and that opposite of that happened." Gumi mumbled. "Instead, he hates me now because I made it seem like I was trying to dupe him into a plan to humiliate him. I don't get it, though. I didn't expect him to be thankful for my presence- I actually shouldn't be surprised that I repelled him, considering that I'm just a nuisance most of the time, but I don't understand why he didn't want the help? I know I bailed on him the first time when he tried talking to me, but I was being sincere. I shouldn't blame him for hating me; he has it a lot worse anyway."

"How about we try to put in perspective?" Rin clapped her hands together and sucked her cheeks in as she stared quizzically at the ceiling. "How would you feel if you had no friends?"

"Pretty shitty."

"How would you feel if all those kids made fun of you, even by the supposedly unpopular ones?"

"A lot more shitty."

"And how about if those adults looked at you like a disappointment, too? How would you feel if they just stared at you and shrugged, even after you asked for help while being covered with bruises? How would you feel if the people who are supposed to protect you turned a blind eye to your harm?"

"You made it sound like he'd be a bit more open to me," Gumi said flatly. "I can't blame him for acting like that to me, after he's been treated like a loser for so long. If he can't trust anyone, though, what makes you think that he's going to trust me?"

"You just have to prove that you're not going to use him as a pawn for your own game. You were right: Len is scared, because he can't put his trust in anyone, even though he needs the help. You can still help, though. You're not completely hopeless at the moment." Rin gazed at Gumi with a distant smile. "I remember all the things Len used to like."

"G-great! So, can you tell me?"

"Eh, well, to be honest, I'm sort of on a tight schedule."

"With what?" Gumi asked incredulously.

Rin frowned, insulted. "Dead people stuff. I don't just on my butt all day and eat bon-bons. I gotta keep a quota for God, y'know? I need to type up our conversation for Him." Rin suddenly lifted up a recorder and shook her hand slightly. "I have to prove that I'm on the job, too, that I'm not just using you, either. I have to make sure that you and Len stay safe. I have to keep everything moving forward so that Len can get out of Kahiru and so that I can return home. Besides, I'm sure you want to know more about my brother's past?"

"Yeah, but what about you?" Gumi straightened her back, leaning forward as the inquiries she had for Rin flooded back into her mind.

"Hmm, maybe later."

Gumi let out an exasperated cry. "No, wait-!"

"Two more little ones."

The woman glanced at the two toddlers presented to her. Upon determining their surroundings, the boy and girl quickly dispersed, sloppily running around the room eagerly. The man who had brought them in sighed, setting his suitcase onto the floor slowly.

"Sorry. You didn't seem prepared for them right now."

"No, I expected them. Kagamine Rin and Len, hm?" The woman looked at the toddlers again as she quickly put away her paperwork, reassuring herself first that they weren't touching anything breakable before giving her attention back to the man. "To be honest, they're cuter than I expected. I'm surprised they haven't been adopted yet. Either every couple in Japan has a child, or both of these kids are autistic?"

"No, not autistic. The girl is fine."

"Then what's wrong with the boy?" She gazed at the flaxen haired boy with raised eyebrows as he attempted to climb the plush black chair in the corner of the room.

"Poor immune system. Even if he's in a separate room with some kid with a cough, he's bound to get it. If it wasn't for that, they'd both be in a home by now, but no one wants a sick kid. No one wants to risk the girl being sick, either. It really is a shame-"

"Ah, no no!" The woman quickly ran to the room as she caught the young boy reaching onto the shelf as he climbed over the arm of the chair. She sat him back down. "That's not a good boy! Oh, God, make sure the girl isn't getting into any trouble-"

"Rin's just toddling around. I'll get him to sit down."

The woman still ran after Rin while the man sat Len down. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the dribble from the boy's nose.

"C'mon, Len, be good. Hey, do you want to see what I got you?"

The boy looked at the man curiously as he turned around and grabbed his suitcase from off the floor. He opened it and hastily pulled out something that made the boy's eyes glitter.

"Do you want the banana, Len?"

The toddler nodded obediently. The man chuckled and peeled the skin off of starchy fruit for him. He presented it to the boy, who wrapped it in his small, grubby hands without hesitation.

"Ah, well, he's cute when he's not causing trouble." The woman sighed tiredly, but smiled as she held Rin in her arms. "She's pretty good, too."

"Yes, they're very well behaved children when they want to be."

"There's no medicine that can fix that boy's constant cold, Kiyoteru?" The woman eyed the boy as she watched his boy's nose begin to run. The man wiped the boy's nose clean from mucus again.

"Medicine can only do so much. The other adoption center had him on several things- just make sure to let the director here gets the list as to what he needs to take. It's all in the folder. He has his good and bad days, though. Hopefully he'll grow out of it." The man patted the boy's head. Len looked up at the two adults with bright eyes.

"There's still hope for them. Some kids are never going to get out of here."

Kiyoteru smiled grimly. "I appreciate your optimism, Lola."

Lola stared at the girl in her arms and set her back down to the floor. "Well, if the circumstances permitted it, these two would have completed a family very nicely."

"I'm sure if their mother survived, they would have been a very happy family." Kiyoteru sighed gloomily and walked with Lola farther away from the giddy twins. "The mother suffered from complications after their birth."

"How about the father?"

Kiyoteru scratched behind his ear. He pulled a folder from out of his briefcase and presented it to Lola. "Their mother died minutes after giving birth to Len. The birth went smoothly with Rin, but immediately after giving birth to Len, she began bleeding immensely."

"Sounds like postpartum hemorrhaging."

"That's what it was. The father couldn't deal with his wife's death, to put it bluntly."

"He abandoned them?"

"No." Kiyoteru slowly pulled his index finger up to the side of his head and kept his thumb perpendicular, than flicked the two fingers upward into the air as the invisible bullet made its way into his brain. He offered Lola an unperturbed stare. "He had a history of depression."

Lola grimaced with disappointment, staring at the twins pitifully. "Life hasn't been very fair to them."

"Definitely not. Hopefully, that will end here."

Len stared up at the adults gleefully. Kiyoteru and Lola took turns gazing back at the giddy boy, smiling sympathetically at him and his sister, who busied herself with the circular pattern of the rug sprawled out in front of her. Len stared back at them as he giggled warmly, with bits of mashed banana flying from his mouth, smiling at one the last few people who held any concern for him.

Gumi shook quietly as she lethargically rose from her bed, hoisting herself up with her elbows, with her comforter clinging to her snugly. She blinked repeatedly to wash the blurriness away from her tired eyes and peeked at the clock on her nightstand.

"Two-thirty?" Gumi repeated the time with exhaustion. She groaned and flopped onto her bed.

'Something, something, a man and a woman…Len and Rin as babies…" Gumi attempted to loosely thread her dream back together. 'What was the point of that?'

Gumi closed her eyes and groaned reluctantly as she got up from her warm bed and lugged her way to her dresser. She sloppily opened her notebook, wrote a few things down, and slammed it back shut.

'I'll figure it out later.'

It was a poorly thought out idea, as seven hours later, Gumi was reading the indecipherable scribbles in her notebooks, regretting her decision. She groaned loudly and whined.

"I'm so stuupiiid."

She flopped onto her bed. She clenched her eyes shut.

'Alright, I can remember the dream. It wasn't that complicated. It was just that man, the woman, Len and Rin as annoying little babies…but how is this going to help me?'

A knock resounded on her door.

"Gumi, are you up?"

"Yeah, mom." Gumi looked at the door.

"Can you keep an eye on Piko?" She asked from the other side of the door. "He's still sleeping, but remind him when he wakes up that if he wants to go out at all today, he needs to do his homework first."

"Yeah, I will."

Gumi waited for a response but didn't receive one. She glanced at the notebook sprawled out on her bed and frowned with disappointment.

'Alright, I can figure this out. Rin wanted me to dream about this so I knew more about her and Len's past- God, they looked like little pains in the asses.' Gumi cringed at the memory of Len spitting his banana spittle from out of his mouth, the chewed fruit dribbling down his chin like water, while Rin was flailing around on the carpet like a cat high on cat-nip.

'Wait.'

Gumi repeated the thought of Len's eyes glowing at the sight of the fruit. Gumi raised an eyebrow.

'Maybe he likes bananas? But…bananas are gross.' Gumi shriveled her nose at the phantom smell of bananas that wafted over her nostrils. 'Who would want to eat something that looks like a dick? And even all of those banana-flavored candies taste nasty.'

Gumi taped her fingers against the notebook and slumped over, her elbows on her legs as they dangled over her beds as she blew air through her dry lips. A trip to the grocery store was in store for her.

Blub blub update.

Part 2 will be intense, trust me! Very intense, like, someone's-gonna-get-a-whoopin' intense. Get excited! Once again, thank you for the faves/follows/reviews! I appreciate every single one! /w\