They were running. Rukia, Renji, Kira, Hisagi. Running as fast as their legs could carry them, sprinting towards the academy. Rukia's thighs ached and her breathing came in short and painful gasps that left a stinging sensation burning in her throat and sweat trailed down her face in rivers.
All Rukia could think about was Ichigo; his fight; the arrancar with which he fought. She could feel their grossly dark reiatsu, heavy and crushing and smouldering, like a thick black veil of invisible darkness, stretching across the landscape. And then Ichigo's reiatsu suddenly flared and a bright flash of green and a jaggered shot of black lightning spilt the sky; then all was quiet. Rukia gasped and quickened her pace so she caught right up with Renji, whose massive strides should've quickly outpaced hers.
"LOOK OUT!"
Kira's sudden scream took Rukia by surprise but was not a moment too soon, for a blink later the earth erupted beneath their feet and they were hurtled into the air. Rukia's feet smashed against the ground and she winced. Then she blanched as she caught sight of the monstrous creature stumbling towards them.
A gigantic beast of a man towered above them and Rukia was devoured by his incredible shadow. His eyes glinted dangerously in the light and his expression positively oozed contempt and battle-lust. One of his limbs was missing; nothing but a bloody stump remained. But somehow the obvious handicap made the monster seem no less threatening, no less terrifying.
Yammy raised his head and an arrogant grin swept over his face.
"Hello..." He seethed. "...little shinigami!"
0-0-0
Slash! Ching! Smack! Thud! Slap!
The horrific hiss of metal marking flesh met Ichigo's ears before the pain of Ulquiorra's blow seared in his shoulder. He stumbled away as the pain pounded in his ears. Ulquiorra lunged and Ichigo whirled; and the blade passed right by Ichigo's cheek, leaving the shallowest of cuts. And Ichigo's blade curved through the air and searched for Ulquiorra's throat; but the arrancar's speed was too great and he was gone before Ichigo could lop of his head.
Their blades met again with a resounding chsssss and Ichigo gritted his teeth, Ulquiorra kept his face steady. Eyes of amber and black met eyes of emerald; and there was nothing but a deep and undying hate reflected in each. Ichigo threw Ulquiorra off his blade with a massive heave. He sprung forward, Zangetsu flashing. Ulquiorra ducked down quickly and the blade whistled over his head; and then Ulquiorra thrust his sword towards Ichigo's guts and the boy only just managed to spin to the side and he spun his sword down towards Ulquiorra's shoulder; but again Ulquiorra disappeared before the blow could land and Ichigo's veins bulged in frustration.
And then they picked up the pace and the two battling figures became nothing but white and black blurs to Hinata's eyes; every second or so a part of the earth erupted without warning as either man smacked it with their swords; Ichigo's black Getsuga Tensho cracked like thunder and Ulquiorra's bright green cero dazzled Hinata's eyes, but other then that, they were practically invisible to the eye of a student.
Beside her Ritsuka cringed. Their reiatsu was just too much for him to take; he could feel the sickening aura seeping through his skin, into his bones. Eating him from the inside out. His face dripped with perspiration and his arms shook. His eyes were wide, his pupils contracted. His shoulders were shaking; his lips quivers. He felt about ready to be sick but nothing came up. And it didn't help that Hinata seemed no more then slightly shaken by the crushing reiatsu that choked the air. Why she didn't appear affected Ritsuka didn't know and under normal circumstances he would've questioned it, but weak as he was he hadn't energy to bother.
And suddenly the men slowed and Hinata could see them properly. Blood splattered against the grass and Ichigo cursed as blood squeezed between his teeth; dripping down his chin. In his side a shallow gash bled and the cut on his face looked deeper; it was certainly bloodier. Ulquiorra stood steadily on strong legs and brushed some dirt off his wash-white jacket. Hinata gasped. Ulquiorra was utterly wound-less, save for a few stray cuts and bruises though none actually appeared to hurt the black haired man. He looked as uncaring and uninterested as ever, his face calm and collected and blank. And cold. So incredibly cold.
"Give up." Ulquiorra said in a flat voice and Ichigo stiffened.
"What?"
"Give up. You can't fight me all-out while protecting those children. You'll kill them; we're already killing the boy with our combined reiatsu." And Ichigo's head whipped round and he spotted Ritsuka standing on wobbling knees. The boy was about to collapse and though Hinata was clearly able to stand, her face was white as a sheet and her eyes were stretched wide. Ichigo's grip on Zangetsu tightened till his knuckles shone white.
"Let's fight somewhere else!" He shouted and Ulquiorra's stare drilled into his forehead.
"I am no fool, Kurosaki Ichigo. The moment we leave you'll start fighting me all out with your mask, and the fight will become troublesome." Ulquiorra took a step forward and raised his sword so the tip pointed directly at Ichigo's head. "And Aizen-sama ordered me to bring the girl back quickly. I haven't the time to spar meaninglessly with the likes of you, Kurosaki Ichigo."
All the while Ulquiorra's voice was toneless and cold but his words seemed to have pierced Ichigo like a knife. Ulquiorra acted so high, so mighty. Like no matter what Ichigo did, the outcome would bet he same; Ichigo would die, Ichigo would lose. Ulquiorra would leave, Ulquiorra would win. It was infuriating!
With a battle cry fuelled by rage Ichigo launched himself forward and with monstrous strength smashed his sword against Ulquiorra's and the ground shattered upon impact. It lurched beneath Hinata and Ritsuka's feet and with cries of surprise the children collapsed into the grass and mud and dirt below.
Hinata winced as blood dripped steadily from a new graze on her elbow but she pushed away the pain and scrambled to her knees. She tried to get to her feet by the shock wave from the attack knocked her straight back down again and, admitting defeat, Hinata crawled closer to Ritsuka. And then she looked at him and gaped. Ritsuka's face was white. Really white. Any and all colour had completely drained from his face and his breathing was laboured; his entire frame shook with the effort to...to keep alive. Ulquiorra was right. The pressure was killing Ritsuka.
Shit.
Ichigo lashed out and Ulquiorra jumped to the side; and Ichigo twisted into the air as Ulquiorra's palm lit up and a heart beat later a blinding green light shot through the sky like a lazer blast. Ichigo landed lightly a few feet away and ground his feet into the grass and propelled himself forward. Hellish black reiatsu lined with red poured out from Ichigo's palm and coiled around the jet-black blade like hungry snakes, sticking like glue. Then Ulquiorra whipped his sword up just in time to avoid being cut in two as Ichigo brought his sword down in a flashing arch, aiming for Ulquiorra's chest; and then Ulquiorra's eyes suddenly widened a fraction and Ichigo grinned.
"Getsuga Tensho!"
A concentrated blast of sheer power burst of Zangetsu and devoured the patch of land Ulquiorra had been standing and more. When the black vapour cleared Hinata saw the ground had been completely ripped apart by Ichigo's ferocious attack...and Ulquiorra was no where to be seen.
With an exhausted huff Ichigo's mask shattered like broken glass and clapped against the ground. Ichigo stared at the spot where Ulquiorra had been, his breathing laboured.
Hinata's breath caught in her throat and her heart skipped a beat; all she could see of Ulquiorra was a bloody sliver of white cloth lying idly in the centre of the destruction. Crimson red mingling with stark white. A bead of sweat trailed off Hinata's chin. No. Ulquiorra couldn't be dead. That was way to easy, though she doubted Ichigo thought the same way. Ulquiorra was obviously a strong arrancar with a zunpaku-to of his own, which he didn't even use apart from defending himself.
Right. Left. Behind. Front. Below. Hinata checked each direction in turn. And a shudder of fear rippled up her spin. If not right, left, behind, front or below...
...then he was above.
And then Ulquiorra was there. Directly behind Ichigo he raised his hand and pressed his fingers together so his hand looked like some sort of blade. Ichigo, dazed from blood loss and clumsy on his feet, didn't notice the blow coming till it was too late. Ulquiorra's limb came swinging down and Ichigo's mouth opened in a silent scream as his fast coming fate was reflected in his eyes-
"Sekai no Kotetsu, Fuyu no Tsuki!"
Ice, bright and blue and beautiful, snaked across the ground in a frantic rush and seemed to leap for Ulquiorra's oncoming hand; and it was instantly encased in shimmering ice and it crawled up his arm and came to an abrupt halt at his shoulder. Ice shards floated through the air; catching the light and shimmering like a thousand glittering diamonds.
And Ulquiorra's eyes widened in pure shock.
He flexed his fingers. Or tried, at the very least. But the ice was rock solid and seemingly unbreakable, even for someone of his rank. Ulquiorra's mind buzzed with confusion. This girl-this meek, tiny, nuisance of a child-was nothing more then an Academy student and yet her feeble attacks could force him to a stand still as though he were bound in chains. Was this because of her ability? Her powers were stronger, rivalling or perhaps surpassing those of captain-class shinigami, because of her ability to bend space and time as Aizen so claimed? He had found it hard to believe that then but now it seemed like a very probable suggestion.
But Ulquiorra had no time to think the girl's actions through because Ichigo had realized his advantage and was spinning round and his blade was coming, reaching for Ulquiorra's throat. Ulquiorra took a hasty step back but the ice held in in place. And then Ulquiorra whipped out with his free hand and his fingers began to glow green as he pressed them hard against Ichigo's rip cage-
And in a horrific clash of black and green, blood splattered across the grass.
0-0-0
Blood. Slick, warm. Oozing from the deep gash in Rukia's back.
Yammy stood over her. His fingers sticky with Rukia's blood. He looked board, disappointed by Rukia's performance. A little further away Hisagi and Kira lay in a heap of mangled flesh with their zanpaku-to lying a good ten feet away; and beyond that was Renji trapped beneath a fallen pillar, blood trickling down his arm as he struggled to break away from the white stone keeping him immobile.
"Ha. You guys were pathetic." Yammy grumbled and he flicked some of the blood of his fat-sausage fingers. Then he lifted his foot and brought it flying towards Rukia's head. "Goodbye."
Rukia's eyes widened. The foot was coming towards her at a freakish pace, coming closer and closer and closer and closer-
"RUKIA!" Renji screamed.
And then ground exploded.
"Huh?" Yammy was all but bemused. "Who're you?"
Rukia's eyes were so wide, they looked around ready to pop out of her head. "U-Ukitake-taichou! Kyoraku-taichou!"
The said captain glanced at Rukia for a fleeting moment before Kyoraku gave a tremendous push that sent Yammy sprawling in the dirt with a surprised yowl. Ukitake smiled fatherly down at his injured subordinate.
"Hello, Kuchiki! You guys looked like you needed some help!" The white haired man stated cheerfully and hope bloomed in Rukia's chest, a golden feeling that made Rukia feel weightless.
"You're a big guy," Kyoraku remarked as Ukitake stooped down to help Rukia into a sitting position, cringing slightly with each wince and groan she uttered. "My name's Kyoraku Shuushi, Hachibantai (Eighth Division) Taichou. Who might you be?"
Yammy hulled himself off the ground with a outraged huff and glared down at the flowery captain with murder written all over his face.
"Oh, come now!" Kyoraku exclaimed when Yammy remained silent, trying to look as threatening as possible. "You don't honestly expect me to fight a man without knowing his name first?"
"You don't need to know my name!" Yammy howled and he sounded like a rapid animal.
"And why's that?" Kyoraku asked innocently.
"BECUASE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
And Yammy charged, his footsteps shaking the ground through and through. Kyoraku sighed as though he was disappointed by how events were playing out and his hands snaked to the hilts of his zunpaku-to. "Ah well, guess it can't be helped." His eyes glinted dangerously in the shadow cast by his hat.
"Guess I'll have to fight you."
0-0-0
Hinamori was biting her. Like some deranged dog, hell-bent on protecting its prey, Hinamori was biting her. Her sharp teeth dug into Matsumoto's flesh with such force that they drew blood, scarlet and warm, running down her arm like streams.
"Ah!" Matsumoto took hold of Hinamori's hair and pried the girl and her teeth off Matsumoto's arm, and shoved her away with as much strength she could muster and Hinamori hit the ground with a echoing thud. And then, forgetting the crazy brunette, Matsumoto ran to her captain's side, her face losing all colour as she dropped to his side and cupped his face in her hands and saw how pale he was, how lifeless he seemed. His face was covered in sweat and yet it was cold, chilly to the touch; but it wasn't the cold that sent chills up the vice-captain's spin.
She rested him in her lap and felt around his neck for a pulse, like Unohana-taichou had taught her to do so when doubting if someone had survived. She felt a million times lighter when she found his pulse but almost immediately after her stomach twisted as she realized how faint the pulse was; it was flickering and fading fast. She cradled him in her arms like he was her son and jumped to her feet and whirled round to run out the door-
But Hinamori was there and her zunpaku-to was out. Her eyes burning with the fire of insanity, she raised her sword and screamed at the top of her voice: "Hajike! Tobiume!"
And suddenly Hanatarou's hospital room was consumed by fire.
0-0-0
Drip drip drip...
The sound of blood hitting the ground in a steady drip seemed to Hinata much to loud, the sounding ringing constantly in her ears like a siren drip drip drip...
Ichigo and Ulquiorra stood a solid ten metres or so away from each other now, and neither was without a scar. On Ichigo's right shoulder was a grotesquely shaped gash from which blood followed freely, cascading down his back like a sick crimson water fall and pooling at his feet. On Ulquiorra's cheek a deep cut bled out and it dripped onto his white-wash jacket, staining the fabric.
Their reiatsu flickered. The heat in the air seemed to be building, but Hinata was sure. Her senses were messed up so badly she couldn't tell Ichigo's reiatsu from Ulquiorra's, though at the beginning they had been clearly defined. Beside her she heard Ritsuka whimper like a wounded dog and she looked at him and blanched. He was completely colourless, whiter then white, shivering from head to toe; she could barely hear him breathing, those short and shallow breaths that clawed at his throat. Hinata felt tears swell in her eyes but she bit them back.
"R-Ritsuka-kun..." She said softly and she reached and stroked his oily black hair. He didn't react to her touch at all. "..it's okay...y-you don't need to s-stay awake...sleep.." And like a baby, Ritsuka obeyed and gave into his body's urges; his eyes rolled into his head and he slumped against the ground. His breathing levelled out and a small amount of colour returned to his cheeks but it wasn't enough to rid Hinata of her fears. She knew that if Ritsuka was forced to endure his reiatsu much longer, he would surely die.
Hinata picked up Fuyu no Tsuki and scrambled to her feet. All around her, shattered ice lay sparkling in the sunlight, dazzling the eye, and Hinata called it back in a flare of her reiatsu. The ice returned and swirled around her zunpaku-to's silver blade in a fine mist that resembled snow. She took a tentative step forward, her eyes glued on Ulquiorra's shadow-
"Hinata-san."
Hinata froze. Ichigo's voice was deadly quiet, deadly serious. And as flat as Ulquiorra's and that knowledge scared her. "H...hai?"
"Don't come forward." He ordered coldly and his eyes never felt Ulquiorra and his icy complexion. "Stay back." Ulquiorra flexed his fingers and the last ruminants of Hinata's ice broke away from his pale fingers and clapped against the grass. "He's too strong for you."
"B-but, Ichigo-san..." Hinata murmured and she glanced at his shoulder. The blood that splashed against the ground and Ichigo's torso.
"Stay back." Ichigo said again and his tone left no room for argument. Hinata tightened her grip on Fuyu no Tsuki.
"R-Ritsuka-kun is dying!" Hinata exclaimed and Ichigo's eyes finally flickered to her face. "He's dying, Ichigo-san!"
Ichigo visibly tensed and he looked back to Ulquiorra with a hard stare, which Ulquiorra returned with one just as hard. They stared at each other, their eyes sending more messages then speech every could; and the suddenly Ichigo took a step back and prepared to launch himself back into the fight. Ulquiorra stepped to the side and whipped out his blade and narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.
"Hinata-san..." Ichigo said in a rising voice as he built up his reiatsu around his blade. "...take Ritsuka and run!"
And with that Ichigo flew forward, soaring through the open air, and Ulquiorra leapt to met him half way, their reiatsu mingling together in a blinding flash of emerald green and night black, blocking the sun from view-
And suddenly Hinata couldn't breath.
She was drowning; the air was choked with water. In panic she clawed at the air but hit nothing but air; she collapsed into heap and tried to breath but sucked in nothing but the invisible water and it filled her lungs, suffocating her...
Then she heard the howl of a wolf in the back of her spin and the water was gone. Hinata gasped and spluttered, her chest heaving and her arms trembling. She slowly raised her arms to hug herself close, trying to stop the violent shuddering that had grasped her frame. Her eyes wide and her face drained of colour, Hinata forced herself to look up with Ulquiorra and Ichigo and saw that another gaping black hole had dripped through the pretty blue sky.
And in the hole stood a beautiful woman with her arms crossed over her busty chest. Her hair was long and blond and braided, contrasting sharply with her coffee-brown skin, and she wore wash-white clothing that revealed the better half of her mid-drift. Her eyes were aqua-green and sharp and serious, and lacked any sense of emotion. Her mouth and nose were both hidden behind the folds of her clothing for reasons Hinata couldn't know, and on her back was a sword with a thick-blade and a short purple handle.
Tia Harribel was truly one of the most beautiful women Hinata had ever laid eyes on, but she was also one of the scariest. That water-reiatsu was coming from her, Hinata realized with a shudder, and she could practically see it, the silvery blue water coiling itself around Harribel, pressing lovingly against her smooth, brown skin. Hinata swallowed.
This couldn't be good.
Harribel stepped out of the hole and her movements were inhumanly graceful; elegant and flowing like the water she seemed to command. Her hair blew gently in the breeze and her eyes absorbed the scene, locating enemy, friends, target in a heart beat. And with a swish of her braids she was suddenly standing directly beside Ichigo, who was still staring at the portal, huge and black against the sky.
Ichigo gave a violent start when he noticed Harribel standing soundlessly beside his wounded shoulder but by this time it was too late; Harribel struck and Ichigo was hurled through the air like a rag doll and he smashed against the earth a few feet away, the ground crumbling beneath him as though made of sand.
He tried to stand but Harribel was there before he could and with a curse he quickly rolled to the side, narrowly missing being run through by her hand as she embedded it in the earth. He grabbed Zangetsu and was about to attack when suddenly a blast of bright green knocked him off his feet and into the air, sending him rolling across the grass and slamming into a tree.
He coughed and stumbled to his feet, but suddenly Harribel appeared and she punched him hard across the face, knocking him back to the ground, but unlike last time she kept attacking. Punching and punching and punching, again and again and again. And as she pounded Ichigo into the earth with brutal force, Ulquiorra stood close by with his hands in his pockets and his zunpaku-to sheathed. He watched the dust rise and consume Harribel's form before turning around briskly and strolling right up to Hinata, who was staring at Ichigo's situation with eyes filled with dread.
"I-Ichigo-san!" She cried when Harribel finally stopped and the dust appeared, revealing her sooty form and his unmoving on. Blood painted the ground, caked in his hair. Harribel stood and moved away, her half-face dreadful and her shirt bloody.
And then Hinata gasped as she saw that other Ichigo standing over Ichigo's body, the Ichigo with silver hair and grey skin and black and yellow eyes. He was hunched over slightly and touching Ichigo's shoulder as though checking his current state or trying to wake him up with gentle prodding; his brow was creased and he looked genuinely concerned for Ichigo's well fare.
Then the Other-Ichigo looked up and caught Hinata's gaze. They stared at each other, the shock and bewilderment in evident in both pairs of eyes. His lips moved and Hinata titled her head to the side, confused. She couldn't hear what he was saying. She blinked-
And then he was gone.
"You took too long, Ulquiorra." Harribel stated as she moved away from Ichigo's beaten up body to where Ulquiorra was standing beside Hinata. He hadn't made a move to grab her yet. "Aizen-sama sent me to fetch you. He said you may have been having trouble with the boy."
"Kurosaki Ichigo was no trouble." Ulquiorra said mildly but Hinata wondered if that was his equivalent to a heated snap.
Something flashed in the depths of Harribel's green eyes but it was gone too quickly for Hinata to identify it.
"Of course." Was her reply. "But it doesn't matter now. Let's take the girl and leave. We've kept Aizen-sama waiting long enough."
With that, it seemed, Ulquiorra could agree. In a swift movement Hinata didn't even see, he had her tucked under his arm and he was half way to Harribel before Hinata even realized she was off the ground. With a start she saw she'd felt Fuyu no Tsuki where it was.
"L-let me go!" Hinata squealed and she started to thrash about in Ulquiorra's grip despite knowing it was hopeless; if Ichigo hadn't been able to defeat Ulquiorra, Hinata highly doubted her ability to even annoy him in a fight. Ulquiorra, predictably, ignored her struggles and continued to where Harribel stood, silently watching Hinata's face, her flushed cheeks and her teary eyes, and was surprised when she felt a pang of sympathy somewhere within her.
"Hinata-san!"
The arrancar looked up and their expressions hardened. Running towards them was Junichi, Jun, Sora and Natsuko, their eyes wide with fear and concern for their little, lavender eyed friend.
When they reached the arrancar, Natsuko fainted on the spot as their reiatsu overwhelmed her senses and sent her mind spinning. Junichi's legs lost their strength and he crumbled to his knees, suddenly quivering all over. But Sora and Jun managed to keep standing and faced the arrancar with looks of sheer determination on their faces.
"What're you doing with Hinata-san!" Sora demanded hotly and she took a threatening step forward, though to the Espada she was as threatening as a fly on drugs. Though he didn't show it, Ulquiorra was twitching with annoyance and had half a mind to scare the brats away. Harribel wished they would go away because she didn't like spilling the blood of over-confident people, especially children, nor did she like killing brave people who would sacrifice themselves for their friends. After all, sacrifice was what she stood for.
"J-Jun-kun! S-Sora-san! Please run away!" Hinata begged but they ignored her desperate pleas.
"We won't let you take her!" Jun yowled and he raced towards Ulquiorra. The man sighed and put Hinata down, who was immediately grabbed by Harribel, and then he stepped forward, his reiatsu resounding through the earth. And then Jun leapt into the air and threw a well aimed punch at Ulquiorra's face, and Ulquiorra's hand lashed out, his finger tips gently tapping against Jun's chest-
"DON'T HURT JUN-KUN!"
And Hinata's reiatsu soared and suddenly all the warmth in the world seemed to vanish like snow in the heat of summer. Ulquiorra felt like ice was crawling across his skin, nipping at his ankles and biting at his wrists; he blinked and suddenly his eyes grew wide in shock.
His hand had gone through Jun. Like the boy wasn't even there and Ulquiorra was whacking at empty air. Ulquiorra's arm seemed to ripple and flicker, fading in and out of existence, while Jun just stood there with his mouth dropped like jaw bridge and his eyes wide as dinner plates, staring at the hand floating in his solid-looking chest. Ulquiorra recovered quickly and wrenched his arm out of Jun's chest and instantly it was solid again, neither flickering nor fading. He wriggled his fingers just to make sure.
"Ulquiorra..." Came Harribel's voice from behind him and Ulquiorra glanced over his shoulder. Hinata had fainted and lay limp in Harribel's grasp and her head lolled to one side. Harribel looked just as shaken as he about what had just happened and was staring at Hinata as though she was a venomous snake. "...What the hell was that?"
"Her ability." Ulquiorra stated calmly though his eyes stayed firmly focused on his fingers. "Aizen-sama said she had the ability to bend space and time to her will, but she has no control over it. That was an example of the power she holds."
And as Harribel looked down at the petite creature unconscious in her arms, she found herself seeing Hinata in a whole in light. A light she didn't particularly like. But then she shook herself, told herself she was being silly. She flung the girl over shoulder and straightened, brushing some dust off her knees.
"Let's return." She ordered and whipped round.
"What of Yammy?"
"The oaf will notice we've left sooner or later, and he will follow. Aizen-sama is expecting us. Let's go."
And the two simultaneously took off into the sky and entered the black rip that glinted like a black beckon in the sky. Jun and Sora stared helplessly up at the portal as it began to close, the gate-way becoming smaller and smaller and smaller until it was gone all together.
Arrancar and Hinata both.
!I own neither Bleach nor Naruto!
FINALLY! Giggly chips, this took a long time to write! It was hard, too DX I wrote a difference version but I didn't like it so I scarped it and wrote this instead -_- It wasn't fun. I'll wrap up the Hinamori vs Matsumoto, Yammy vs Kyoraku and Ichimaru vs So-taichou bit next chapter. I try to keep the chapters at eleven pages maximum, cuz if I didn't I wouldn't know when to stop writing...
Well, Hinata's been kidnapped! And Toshiro didn't try and save her, shame on him. Will he die, I wonder, with that poison pulsing in his veins while Hinamori and Matsumoto battle it out beside Hanatarou's hospital bed? I wonder...
Also, I kinda forgot that Ichigo had his hollow mask out xD So I apologize if some things didn't add up properly...*shrugs*
Well...Thanks for reading! I'm sorry for the delay, so PLEASE review!
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