A/N: Hello again~ I'm (somewhat) proud to bring you chapter three, dearies! Finally we find our most sexiest/cutest pair in teh cave. Oh noes. SMEX. Chyeah. Kidding. xD (Did that grab your attention? Admit it, it did. ;) There is a very good reason this is gonna stay T and probably will never change. Anyway~ reviews are always a delight to this authoress. :)
Extra notes: Again, forgive me if there are mistakes. I'm only human and I make them, too. As always I'm trying my best to keep the character in character. I'm thinking adding one-shots in this fic as a side-thing. I'm still debating. Whether or not it will correlate with the plot might be beyond me. Oh, and not to worry. Emil won't stay a stuttering -adorable- twit, or maybe he will but to a lesser extent. I guess the chapter is a teensy OOC? –shrugs–
Disclaimer: As much as it would be cool to own TOS, my version would be a full-on BL game. The horror. Don't own.

Updated: 02.05.10
Re-edited: 02.14.10
Reason for re-editing: It has come to my attention that my friend here has been making alterations. She is so not escaping, I got her by the ear. (What luck, too! What a wonderful day choosing to visit. xD) I tried to switch the chapters, but it won't let me do that for some reason. Ignore this post and thank you for reading. It won't look like much changed, even when I read this now I found one itsy mistake. Don't mind me or Steffy. :D
The guilty/A.K.A Steffy: Yeah, thanks Anti-Sora. The mess is…I guess cleared up. Sorry, I just have my own fun with her stories. I'm going to chillax…for now ;-) Readers…don't blame her, blame me. Steffy, out! =)

Once arriving to Luin numerous of the populace generously offered her food and a place to stay—she felt a pang of discontent that this kindness was so…fake. Her father is subjected in his unbalanced state to become a successful man and the only way resolution to do so…she shook her head with her bright cerulean eyes gazing at her destination of Lake Sinoa's cave. She sighed in a defeat, the continuous labyrinth of trees and pitfalls has been aggravating to such a towering extent but nevertheless she kept her guard. She clenched her fist with the memory embedded of her father bellowing at her for her disobedience, his aggravation led him to hire two people to bring her back by brute force if needed. The brunette sobbed, her sight directed upwards at the clear sky—some childhood recollections included just relaxing by her father's side in the lush plains viewing the same sky and the endless mast of puffy-white clouds drifting throughout the horizon.

She accelerated her pace to the cave, the sooner she could save her father the better it would be. The girl halted instantaneously as she heard a clear curse in the air, she got to her knees and crawled over to a shrub. She fastened her gloves and pried open the green leaves and created a small opening, her blue eyes blinked in surprise when she sighted Richter—she failed to see Emil as he was first to enter—heading inside. She pounded her fist on the ground, frown deepening and her eyes hardening. The brunette teen snatched the dual spinner from her waist and performed a leap to land perfectly with grace and balance a few feet away from the cavern's opening.

She brought her hand up, revealing the blades switching out from her weapon. However she failed to notice the presence of another, making her jump in a flabbergasted expression to the exposure of the shrill cry saying: "It's you!"

Startled, she bit her lip and rapidly craned her neck to see the perpetrator of said voice. Before giving off another standard blink the girl gasped and her hands flew to her mouth to cover her astonishment. She tensed under his scrutinizing glare whilst his stomping steps, she gulped heavily when he gritted his teeth and unsheathed his sword. The blond teen cracked his knuckles, fully enraged to have his brother out of sight and for the same girl to appear before him—the same one stranding him with bandits that very day!

Ratatosk could care less about his victim's gender—not like he was going to be any less merciless to a female. His eyebrow twitched with such a fixated resentment, his mouth then forming a malicious grin. "If only you knew," his eyes dangerously narrowed, "how much trouble you caused me. But you did give me an excuse to have a closer bond with Emil, but seeing as you're following them…"

The brunette felt a twisting churn from Ratatosk's threat. The blue-eyed girl could sense how deeply his words meant – he looked fully well to do whatever he proposed to do with the blistering fury detailed in the depths of his livid scarlet eyes comparable to the color of fresh blood of a new victim.

Ratatosk simply raised his sword; he then tilted his head with a homicidal snicker. "I'll be generous to give you a painless death."

Once he began to charge at her the brunette teen sprinted around the grassy land in order to make another plan—she could take the alternative route from behind in order to get to the jewel before Richter.

If she doesn't get killed.

Emil casts his eyes to the dim-lighted entrance, he looked back and tilted his head in confusingly – he heard someone, he could have sworn he did. That voice laced with amusement and aggression could only mean it must have been his sibling, and before he could even head back upstairs to investigate the redhead's impatient tune reached Emil's ear. The young boy mumbled an apology as they headed further into the cave. Emil couldn't help but look back one last time until the exit was just a dim blur. The further they entered the cave the less the sunlight's tender rays failed to reach within the boundaries of the obscurity of darkness. The crystalline structures embedded on the cavern's wall were enough to illuminate some gentle strokes of pure light, the structure of the cave was the years of formation the water pushing onto the jagged rocks as newly formed carvings were formed by the claws of the rumored monsters inhabiting the cave as their own territory. Emil heaved a heavy sigh on the anxiety between Richter and him – as if the soundless atmosphere was consoling to anyone but Emil, he could already feel his lips twitch upwards by the memory of his brother who elatedly came home wounded lesser than usual with several items he accomplished finding in the spiral labyrinths of Lake Sinoa's cave.

The blond teen relentlessly gripped his sword—he kept it strapped with him to this very point in case something were to happen detailing the girl's whereabouts—as his ears listened in to his unsteady breathing and his verdant orbs capturing sight of something approaching as a bulge silhouette, even with the crystal's light several figures were unpredictable to clarify. Emil's suspicions lead him to think it was a monster, but that only tensed his muscles to analyze the scenario. Has he ever fought with a monster before in his life? His pensive moment was cut short as his eyes blinked wildly to Richter's crossed expression, his eyes felt as if it was glaring daggers to Emil's lack of responsive and unconscious to his surroundings – well, all was seen through Richter's eyes in spite of Emil paying awareness to the impending circular bulge. Richter shrugged off the split second of animosity, he coped and his let harshness waver to the mere fact it is like staring at an Aster duplication.

The redhead adjusted his glasses, he refrained himself from keeping his tone of voice from venomous to a casual pace. "Have you ever fought a monster?"

Emil's eyes drifted to his shoes, he remembered the memory all too clearly. It was something worth remembering, but something that should be forgotten. "I've…once…"

Richter felt it was a sufficient answer, Emil's faltering expression proved it was best not to pry – not like he ever concerned himself with someone's business. He adverted his eyes to the approaching blue creature; a monster was still a monster despite its friendly features. "This one should do."

The teen flinched, his uncertainties were accurate after all: a monster looking readily for combat. Emil's mouth quivered, his voice was cracking and his trembling hand held the sword high in the air, his eyes were pleading for Richter to take out the monster himself. He either didn't catch the boy's terrified message or just ignored it, thus making Emil trying to find his voice. "Ri-Richter, what…w-what should I do?"

"Calm down for one," he said, unsheathing his sword whilst the other hand gripping the axe tightly. He spared one final glance at Emil, a repeat of earlier happened when he could only see Aster – hopefully this time he would not have the same recurrence of earlier happening twice in his life. Aster or not, Richter felt like he couldn't handle the same scene, particularly to someone he dragged along for his own personal motive. Richter's sight returned back to the target waiting patiently for the opponent to make the first strike. "I'll back you up, Emil."

The perturbed chord of emotions Emil was feeling has been swept away far beyond him, Richter's word of reassurance engaged Emil's instincts for battling – yes, he felt terrified but because of Richter's reminder throughout the battle to guard and thrust everything he can into the enemy, that small light of significance dawned Emil once the battle was over. The teen gave a sheepish smile as Richter gave the final blow on the blue monster. Emil dropped his defenses to pump his fist and visualize a picture of Ratatosk in his head when fighting monsters around Lake Sinoa.

I guess…I'm not that useless after all.

Emil felt a little courage dwelling in him to get a quick look at Richter, the man appeared satisfied with the touch of a casual reaction encountering one of the many millions of monsters walking on the planet. Richter had no idea why he did it, nor had it clicked into his mind after he ruffled Emil's blond locks and praising him to a job well done. The man turned around swiftly, unaware of the hue of pink on Emil's cheek and the timid smile etching on the boy's face. Emil felt his gentle touch was able to alleviate his mind that he wasn't in a cave filled with monsters, he even yearned for another touch of such big hands – all his life he has been proven to be insignificant piece of life and he only received "brotherly affection" from Ratatosk – no, this was definitely something new. Of course the monotone tranquility between them was broken without further notice when Richter mentioned that there are still plenty of monsters residing further within the cave.

Emil's face fell into dread, his arms slung lifelessly when his green eyes sought for the slightest bit of light at the far end of the cave. He gulped darkly when he noticed another monster—a large spider—pacing around its area, its long arms trying to pin down an unlucky monster falling into its own part of the lair. The redhead seemed unfazed in the slightest and strode further in, letting Emil to hastily follow in pursuit without stumbling on the barren ground where he could have simply tripped if it weren't for the crystals providing their luminosity. On several occasions they manage to slip past the enemy to conserve time, on the other hand several monsters tried to hound Emil and untimely had to spar with the pair to get rid of the pesky creatures. Emil asked Richter for the a short break, the pressure felt as if was dimming and making it harder to breathe and then an incredible jolt of pain soared in Emil's abdomen throughout his body. The blond bit down on his bottom lip, a lingering taste of copper ran down his tongue and creased his teeth in red.

They were already so close! So close and this—something is happening as of now? His vision blurred and everything fell into mute at Richter's demanding pleads.

The girl frantically ran on the other side of the cavern, the new area she found herself in would be one to reconsider and glory –the Tower of Mana now in shambles still had a touch of refinement with the bright sun beaming down on the crumbles of stones. The brunette already had to evade several monsters targeting her as their next prey, she peered back stopping amidst the confusion that the red-eyed blond that chased her not too long ago has made at halt at the fork in the grassy area. He was gazing at his hand in a deep trance or some mysterious fascination, once he clenched it his ruby eyes gave the brunette teen a deathly glare like daggers pinning in her flesh. Her hands flew to her mouth to seal off her squeak, she ran as Ratatosk began charging at her with more determination, the glint in his eyes felt so, so…

Terrifying, the girl thought.

Emil, Ratatosk pictured the boy's timid smile, his placid set of emerald green eyes, the frail stature, the kindness that couldn't be found in anybody else. It's only going to last a few hours. I should be…yeah, I should. But it's my entire fault.

A plant-like creature was slashed mercilessly as it got in Ratatosk way, the fierce kill startled Marta. Her heart raced, the adrenaline rush gave her a blast of energy in spite of her heavy panting, the beads of sweat rolling down her cheeks and her brown locks sticking to her face. Throughout her running she looked back in sheer fright: he was charging faster than ever!

My fault! Ratatosk scowled, gripping the handle of his sword until his knuckles were purely white. I should've told you the truth about—

"You're not here to just get rid of them. What other purpose do you have here?" Ratatosk demanded whilst his eyes moodily drew half-lidded. The blond grew exasperated to her lack of response, but they still were avoiding the monsters and one of them is trying to escape the other. Despite the situation he attempted to be inquisitive again for answers, "Are you trying to get the Core?"

Her blue eyes dared to look back, her ragged panting made it hard on her voice to communicate but she still had a snarky smirk plastered on her face. "And if I am?" The brunette teen forced her vision back straight, perplexed as Ratatosk mentioned 'they.' Her hand ran down her cheeks, she hooked her finger to the brown strands of hair falling into her mouth; desperately she yearned for a good gulp of water as the energy was suddenly dissipating from her body.

Ratatosk snorted, "Then it's time to take things into reconsideration because I'm definitely not going to let it happen."

The pain settled, the ringing in his ears has finally subdued as he could clearly comprehend Richter's words, the numbness and his rapid heartbeats were all regaining their normal race, under his hands he could realize the pain of his palms being pressed on the sharp rocks underneath his sensitive digits. He green eyes were focusing back, he could see everything back in its brighter—though the cave's light was rather dim—form. He held his forehead whilst the other hand waving off at Richter to ease the man's hesitation to probe on Emil's condition. Emil staggered to walk directly until his small smile reassured Richter at long last his state has recovered.

Emil wanted to chuckle, Richter's attentive eyes never failed to keep checking up on the blond teen – it felt pleasant to be worried for, Emil concluded. His smile dropped to a pensive frown, his eyebrows knit together to contemplate the irregularity his body and mind connected, as if his body was trying to drift from something lurking inside of him. The blond interjected with his train of thoughts to be relieved at the very most the moment was over, the lost connection and the searing pain caused an immense trauma to the young teen. His eyes gazed down at his hand, tightening and unclenching to reclaim every sensation back into his muscles, he then raised his hand to his bruised lip. The flesh stung raw at the touch, he brought his hand down to examine the small amount of scarlet blood left on his index finger – at least it was healing.

For the remainder of the time Emil would only admire the radiant glimmer of the crystals, he squinted at the crevice on the wall that exposed a very miniature blue button. Curiosity got the better of the teen as he approached and pressed the button without Richter's consent. The floors began to rumble; within seconds the rumbling ceased as the pair exchanged looks to investigate the further cause. The blond felt highly satisfied it opened a shortcut to the locked door, years and history would only foretell why most of the doors were sealed. They entered another location like all the rest, the only differentiation is the row of stairs leading up.

Richter inaudibly sighed, who knew Emil's sibling would have hid the Core in the same exact area where Aster was murdered. If only he went himself instead of imposing on Emil to lead him there, there was that small quantity of expectation that Emil's twin could have hid it elsewhere than returning to that wretched quarter. The memories were quick to recollect that Richter actually felt startled when his blond companion spoke up:

"Ri-Richter…are you…alright? Y-you're getting…pale."

The redhead gave only a curt nod, treading one step after another.

Emil sensed their time is already running short so he wanted to at least ask several questions before they might never see one other again, or more prominently to express his gratitude, "I-I just wanted to say…umm…thank you…for saving me twice already. A-and staying when t-that happened," his voice sunk lower, "which is why…I was wondering if you're really alright?"

Richter made a halt, his restrained voice could no longer be fought back as the tone already delved into a sharp hiss. "Is that any of your concern?"

Emil cringed, petrified at the very least. "I'm sorry…"

Richter minded his temper but the fierce twist of his crossed expression has yet to cease from the roughness on his face. Swiftly he turned around and grew hesitant to take another step unless he said something – after all Emil was only concerned and deserved fair treatment. Richter pushed his glasses up, his thumb brushing aside his thick red fringes. "I don't have anything against you, Emil. I apologize."

In full blossoming image the frown on Emil's face made a double-take on instant joyful expression: the worst churn in his stomach was actually being hated by his savior.

He doesn't hate me…thank goodness!

The pair escalated further upstairs, the boy's smile has never left his face and only widened when they stepped in a serene-like satiated area where several of the crystals morphed on each other, and unlike the other areas of the cave this location was brightly shined upon the glimmering white jewel presented on miniature carved obelisk without the point – it highly resembled an altar to relish the prized jewel. Emil gingerly took two steps forward and ready to scoop the round core…until he heard a switch click from the opposite end of the cave, more or so an entrance hidden from plain sight. He failed to hear to sound of slicing winds when he felt a sharp object press against his neck, he tried to crane his neck for the perpetrator.

His breathing became heavily uneven when confronted with a girl around his age holding a blade pressing onto his skin but not enough for him to bleed; she forced him around when Emil's eyes then met with an enraged Ratatosk. His body was drenched in sweat, his lungs were deprived for a moments worth of air, only then his red eyes widened so far as they only could where he held his hands up in defeat. He shook his head, pausing to regain his breath. "Don't you even dare harm him," Ratatosk's voice penetrated the still air of the heavy atmosphere, "I swear…you kill him then I'll kill you without mercy. Listen…let him go! Emil has nothing to do with this!"

Ratatosk boldly took several steps forward only to receive her emitting a cautious warning, "If you come any closer-"

The girl back stepped along with Emil that he ultimately stumbled and in order to brace himself or preventing himself from falling the blond needed to latch onto something, he manage to keep his balance as arm supported him on the small altar as his hand loosely touched the gleaming white orb – the sensation of relief never spurn in him when the vibes coursed through his body. Emil arched his back and found it hard breathing, his voice found it difficult to even emit the slightest scream. The pain soared in his body and hazed up his sense, the pain felt so unnatural compared to earlier – this pain felt so…Emil bit down on his lip to douse the pain through another method.

Before Ratatosk can make any other movement the girl fell on her back from Emil's "savior" slashing the brunette on the back, just not enough to kill her but instead to stun her.

"Marta, your father-" Richter began, rudely cut short as she slowly regained her posture. Her legs were no longer limping, allowing her to stand erect.

"He's not daddy anymore! I'm not letting you win, you're only going to make daddy worse!" she cried, slightly staggering a bit until she dashes out of the cavern's other exit. Marta decided it was best to let this Core go: there was always next time.

Ratatosk's eyes drifted back to his younger sibling, he scooped Emil's twitching body in his arms and soothed reassuring words into his brother's ear, however quite aware it might have been futile to the mix of senses, Ratatosk tried anyway. The older blond gave Richter a vacant expression and said: "Thanks for looking over him. You should probably get that jewel while you're at it. That is why you really came here, right?" Ratatosk questioned blandly, freeing one hand to lift Emil's wrist and awaited for the redhead to pry the jewel as compensation for assisting his younger sibling – Ratatosk knew it was just a useless artifact now for different reasons. One deathly red orb analyzed the tender softness Richter's faltering expression as he slowly cupped the bright core, his brown gloves creating a sound of scrunching leather having the orb placed firmly on his palm and secured by his long digits.

The older blond felt like exposing his gritting teeth in a lethal feature of opposition to Richter's gaze, he wrenched his sibling closer to his chest to block the man's view of Emil's pale but beautifully weary appearance. As if territorial of his own possessions Ratatosk kissed Emil on his creamy-white cheek, either side of his eyes peering to Richter's monotone frown whilst a mischievous smirk twitching on Ratatosk's lips.

A vast world stretched it the purest white brilliance and rays of three colors entwining together as it flowed mutely it the quiet area, an aura of green surrounded the laid blond on the white nothingness. He groaned loudly as his green eyes fluttered open, his mouth initiating a single response to the surreal surroundings only to end in failure. His eyes were the sole reflection the spectrum of white, the aura of green presentable in his own view. The weight to move his legs has gradually lifted, seeking to fulfill his curiosity of the area all around. His movements were like a gentle feather flowing effortlessly, his arms swung faster as he then tilted his head on either side and searching for any signs of life other than him. The blond felt a pang on fear, finding it hard to swallow the lump in his throat.

I'm…I'm not dead…am I?

Green orbs frantically peered around in desperation of his unanswered questions, his footsteps progressively fastening in speed, his hasty retreat to wherever the course might lead him instead the revolving abeyance of white and the entwining three color spectrum flowing gently like waves in his trail. Eventually his breath became ragged, his body craved to have a well break to enable the breath into his lungs. He blinked twice, eyes settling at a wandering individual at the distance walking aimlessly in the white abyss. This lit a spark of hope to find someone—anyone—other than himself in the broad world of nothingness. Eyes squinting as his mouth failed to form words to call for the dot, Emil ran for the figure only to be confronted facing the back of his brother simply walking. Finally the words audibly formed, he held his hand out to reach for his brother who must have not heard his cry: "Wa-wait! R-Ratatosk!" He cried in desperation, but his brother kept on walking to a large oval red containment, transparent red sparks revolve around the encasement – almost as if it was an egg of some sort. Emil dared to approach, upon reaching his brother slipped in the oval rectum in a fetal position.

"Ra-Ratatosk?" Emil said in total befuddlement, his fingers pressing on the transparent red barrier. The boy yelped in surprise to the static energy stunning his fingers from touching said barrier, the painful feeling rising throughout his body until perfectly numb. He shuddered, clenching his eyes shut and hurriedly opened them. Emil's mouth went agape, craning his neck as the disappearance of his brother and his barrier vanished into thin air. A chill ran down his spine and the beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, the salty tears falling on the tip of his upper lip-

Alone.

Emil's body collapsed, his hands clawing his arms with the tense of absolute mortification. The revolution of fear and loneliness stirred him away to catch sight of the bright radiance of red light glimmering around his abdomen. His hands crept to his face, hands clenched as he applied his palms on his eyelids to block the escaping tears.

Ratatosk: "If Emil suffers from trauma after almost getting killed…I swear it will be your head."

Richter: "I'm sorry, it wasn't suppose to turn out this way."

Ratatosk: "Damn straight."

The excessive chattering drove Emil's senses to regain the strength to stir, his green eyes shadowed with the blur of two males, the comfort he felt under his body was all too familiar. His eyes caught sight of his older twin listlessly talking with Richter–not drifting away from him—and here with Emil now. The younger twin kicked off the sheets embedding him like a tight cocoon, his body still felt drenched with sweat but despite that he found himself shooting from bed and wrapping his thin arms around the unsuspected red-eyed blond. The collision of embracing Ratatosk drove them both to the floor, the impact of the fall also got Ratatosk's to bump his head against the wretched headboard.

Emil felt like his body has been swept away from all the confusion or the worriment assaulting his head, he could feel the flawless skin on his older brother's shoulders instead of the air of oblivion in the surreal world his body felt deeply trapped in. Ratatosk cursed under his breath, finally blushing deeply to such course of affection. Idiotically Ratatosk mumbled out a response to Emil, glaring over at Richter who has such a pleasant smile etched on his tan face as a sense of revenge for earlier in the cave. A subtle message told Ratatosk to reel his feelings back once he hesitated to wrap his arms around Emil's quivering frame, the moment his scarlet-red eyes met the pools of tearing green ones he held back no longer and tightly held Emil close.

The younger one hiccuped to the minutes his cry dragged on, his unclear statements made it all the more complicated for Ratatosk to comprehend the resolute panic Emil felt letting his brother go. Finally when the cries and ushering reassurance were all clear in Emil's head, he sought his voice to finally speak: "You left me be-behind! I…I couldn't reach you."

Richter felt the oddest urge to leave out the door, this is certainly not the time—oh, what is this?

"You…you w-were inside this red shielding…" Emil said on, only Richter caught the glimpse of fright in Ratatosk's expression.

Ratatosk eased his voice, "Was there any cracks or broke chips around…the red containment?"

Emil shook his head, oblivious to the flush of relief on his brother's face.

Richter narrowed his eyes with a twinge of disapproval on Ratatosk's reaction but said nothing of the matter. Within the next few seconds Emil brushed the moment with a nervous chuckle and his fingers fumbling to scratch the back of his head, expressing his happiness to have his twin present with him and not a figment of his imagination running away from him. A blush crept to Emil's cheek finally accepting that Richter witnessed the scene without motion or a word. Richter cracked a half-smile and ruffled Emil's blond locks for a reason: "I should be on my way now."

The serene atmosphere has shattered to fragments, including the dull pang in his heart. Emil couldn't visualize what forced his reaction to grip tightly on Richter's arm once the man turned his heel to depart from the bedroom, the redhead expressionless eyes only watched in curiosity what the boy would ramble as an excuse. The younger blond searched the room, finally settling with the darken skies setting like a blanket of darkness shrouding the sun from view. An excuse is an excuse, Emil adamantly accepted and said, "It's dangerous traveling at night! I-I'll make dinner and you could leave in the morning…if you want…so, um…"

Ratatosk's eyes widened, baffled to the turn of events already progressing right before his eyes and almost mentally sulking how quickly Emil adverts his attention from one person to the other. His mind was screaming for the redheaded man not to refuse the proposal.

Richter had felt it was best to decline until an image of brown eyes on Emil's own green invaded his mind – how could he say no to Ast-Emil? Gald is quickly wasted on the gels or other potions vendors sell, no doubt an inn and their own food service would come to a hefty price for frequent travelers. Without verbalizing Richter only gave a heavy sigh and nodded, and very close to be charmed with Emil's own brightening smile. Within the moment's release of his arm, Emil dashed out the door, followed by a grumbling blond and finally the sword-wielding redhead. With the two situated at the dinner table, Emil hastily racked the items to prepare a tender meat course with the bear Ratatosk provided earlier.

Evidently the scenery fell much livelier than it would have ever been with just the ordinary twins eating contently. The older blond deliberately dragged himself to cause a conundrum with Richter and almost ended up with such a deathly glaring contest. Some of the bickering included something as such:

"I can beat you any day! Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm serious!"

Richter remained cold as ice. "Real mature behavior."

Emil set down the plates, grinning inwardly to such festivity.

Three's a crowd.

A/N: It has been such a major bust. My computer broke down 'cause someone hacked it and now has a freakin' virus. Now when I turn it on my computer is barely responsive and there's porn all because of a stupid hacker. Thankfully my sister was really considerate to buy me a laptop (although I'm suffering major guilt when it cost $450 - cheap for a Toshiba) and let me use her laptop when I was waiting for mine. Now that I have it, I'm content but always been highly annoyed with the touchpad. :| Anyway, I forced myself to update—gasp!—especially 'case I finished celebrating my birthday and I need to start getting over this inferiority complex about my writing. I didn't forget, Emil finally puts on his lovely blue clothes on the next chapter~ :B And as always, pardon the mistakes, the uncontrollable brightness of this laptop really hurts mii eyes. D;