Disclaimer: The Pokémon Universe with all it's great Pokémon belongs to Satoshi Tajiri-sama.*Although, the story line and all it's Characters belong to me.

From now on I will post a few german expretions. Just for fun ^^

German Expressions #1:

'Now we have the salad!'

German: 'Jetzt haben wir den Salat!'

English: It's said after something went wrong. XD

Chapter 2) An Apple never lands far from the tree! Exceptions prove the rule!

Her Gruncel Sven was her father's uncle and the big brother of her diseased grandma. After his sister inherited the properties he decided to move to Little Rock, to manage his own farm in the hills. The main thing he does is lend Dodos and Dodrios to visiting tourists, who want to discover Big Rocks labyrinth. Sure, it's not an easy job and very exhausting, but he likes his life the way it is, with the Rockland around him, far enough from Little Rock to not take part in the busying live of the Town, but near enough to have a drink once in a while with his very old friends.

He never was a family man.

"No!" and the heavy wooden door slammed shut, leaving her in the nights cold.

"Sveeeen... I didn't even say anything yet." she whined.

"Doesn't matter! Go home!"

The night has already fallen, resulting in temperatures that made her feel like a Cubchoo.

"Sven?" she asked in a weak voice, as her shoulders sank. Guilty she looking down at the boards of the veranda. "The House has been destroyed and I don't know where else to go. Griselda is too busy, I don't want to live at Jeff's again and it's too cold to sleep outside." 'Not that I didn't think about it...'

A minute passed, as the wind howled through the canyon. Then, slowly the door reopened and she saw her gruncel retreating down the hallway into the kitchen, leaving the door wide open for her.

Relieved she hurried into the warm Rock-House.

She signed, as she felt the reassuring tickling in her hands and after warily glances around the darkness she walked slowly down the hallway to spy into the little kitchen.

Grunkel Sven stood at the kitchen counter and was slicing some bread. There was even cocoa boiling in a kettle, spreading a sweet aroma in the stuffed room. The scent relaxed her greatly and she settled herself into one of the chairs, standing around a little round table in the middle of the room. At one wall stood the counter with a stove and a fire place, at the other side stood two cupboards and one very small Crystal-fridge, where she knew that he kept a big portion of the Poké-Food. The dessert girl looked up and watched her uncle put an extra mug and plate in front of her.

Immediately, she took the steaming mug between her hands and breathed in the sweet smell of chocolate, as her gruncle placed the bread slices and a piece of cheese in between them, to then seat himself right in front of her.

He was a tall man with muscled arms, a bald head and he looked more like in his mid-forties, than the eighty-two years he actually was. He has gained his mobility trough training, hard work and a lot of will power to not bow down to ageing. The villagers called him The Taurus of the canyon not without a reason…

Right now he wore a checked shirt, a pair of cargo shorts and a few rings on his hands. The families blue eyes glanced at her from beneath two hairy eyebrows.

Neige began to sweat when she noticed his expectant gaze, but telling him what happened was the last thing she wanted to do. She made up a brilliant plan! Change the subject!

"It has been few month since the last time I was here…" she waited, but no response. "Did you hire an interior designer? This room looks so much different!" she tried again. "I could swear the red stone of the walls looked less brilliant the last time I was here!" With her thumb she pointed at the raw stone walls. Nothing. Not even bothering to look into the direction she had pointed. He only kept looking board into his mug, waiting for something. His grandniece began to nervously look down on her fingers and tried to ignore the nagging feeling of spilling the beans. Sven begun to pierce her with his gaze of "tell-me-everinthing-that-you-try-to-hide-or-you're-going-to-regret-it"! You could almost hear her defense shatter, when she (defeated) banged her head on the table.

"Ow...It happened this afternoon." She murmured and went with one hand through her white strands, not lifting her head. "We were doing our usual routine when the "Ghost" appeared. Dodrio tried to hide us in a sand cloud but it didn't do anything. ...When we returned home, the house was … in ruins."A few tears softened her vision, as she buried her eyes into her sleeve.

She glanced over to him and saw with relief that he wasn't mad, but his eyebrow were deeply knitted. It seemed like he was brooding over her words.

Seeing hat she isn't in any direct danger of being shouted at, she took the mug back into her hands. "You know the desert to well, to think that it was a mere sandstorm that destroyed the house." she whispered.

Sven nodded.

"Jeff is going to the ruins tomorrow to investigate."

"He will think it was a sandstorm."

"Yes."

"Did you find the deed?" he asked, getting Neige by surprise.

"What?"

"I know you. You went back inside to look for it." He chuckled lowly.

Neige smiled, not surprised by his knowledge of people. "Yeah, but it was nowhere. I hope that Jeff will be able to look into the attic tomorrow. It's the only place I didn't look"

"Your Father hid it to well." he smirked sheepishly and took a big gulp of his mug. With a deep sigh he put the now empty mug back down. "You know it could be the reason why it's destroyed. Someone was looking for it."

Now it was his nieces turn to knit her forehead, thinking for a few moments before answering.

"So someone might want to own the Blue-Lake Domicile? But that doesn't have to be with a full blown attack, right? Why not just take it and leave? No house destruction."

The old man swallowed the bread in a whole and continued to explain.

"It wouldn't matter if he has it or not. You are the rightful owner after your parents' death. Although it is a very, very important piece of paper, in the end it's just that: A piece of paper. Everyone in town knows that you have the rights and the skills to manage the responsibilities that come along with a Crystal Lake. The only way to get the property and all its privileges is when you are deprived of the ownership. Ergo, house destruction."

Yuki looked baffled up to him and didn't know what to say.

"You have to convince Jeff to let you keep the properties." He scooted the plate with the bread over to her. "Eat."

She did as told and listened carefuly when he went on.

"And it's Jeff's job to find the culprit…. On the condition that he thinks that there is one." He massaged his forehead, while Yuki on the other hand was amazed by the fact that it was her first time hearing her gruncel talk so much in a long time. He wasn't much of a speaker to begin with, but she always thought it was because he forgot how to speak, living in isolation and all. Well, she's the last one to judge him fore this life-style.

"I can speak…" he said, raising one brow.

She nearly shocked on her bread and looked amused up into her uncles' board face.

"You should really stop with that mind reading of yours." she chuckled.

"It's not me. You are the one with her emotions and thoughts all over her face." he smiled, and went over to the counter to refill his mug.

She blushed heavily, as she tried to hide her face in her hands. Truth be told, it's not the first time that she's been told that her face is an open book. Her father always told her that every time something broke in the house, everyone would know who it was the moment they looked at her.

"But who would do this to me? I mean... I mean..."

"Who would get it signed over in case there is a lack of guardian?"

She massaged her forehead. "That would either be the Williams or ...Haris." she glanced up, "You don't think..."

"Hn." shrugging his shoulders. "What is with searching for a new guardian? It would give us more time."

"Well," she dropped her head back onto her forearms, "that would happen in case the other two families refuse to take it over."

"I can talk with Harold. He still owes me somethin'." Absentmindedly he swayed his beverage. "But Ashraf...maybe you could ...talk to him"

"Omphly phen phell Phfrezzes." she answered with a muffled voice. He smiled at the dispirited pile of misery.

"So what are you planning to do?" he leaned back against the counter. She jerked her head back up and smiled mischievously at her grunkel. The old man was caught by surprise, when her eyes sparked a new determination.

"Well I need money. If I can get it myself, Jeff might let me stay as the protector of the Blue-Lake."

He nodded. "How? Women don't have a lot of choices concerning jobs. And if, it's badly paid."

"Yeaaaaaaah, I need something that provides me with money very fast."

He nodded.

"Provides me with a lot of money!"

He nodded again.

"Something, that my family or I have already a lot of experience in…."

Just when he was about to nod a third time he stopped and looked abruptly up from his mug, seeing the big grin on his grandnieces face.

"NO!" he called angry and slammed the mug on the counter. "No, no,no! Over my dead body young lady! In other words: Not in a million years!" he exclaimed, pointer his finger at her. Even his bald head began to redden and little veins began to pop out on top of it.

"But grunkel Sven! It's the only way I'll be able to get my hands on so much money!" she countered. "And to boot you know everything there is to know about-"

"POKEFLAG IS WAY TO DANGEROUS! You don't even know how the venues are build, you neither have the strength nor the stamina and you don't even have a Pokémon!" Yuki crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Oh and let's not talk about the fact that you're a girl." He pinched his nose bridge. "You-… Our family especially seems to have a certain degree of bad luck in these games."

A long silence followed, in which Neige hoped that Sven wouldn't say out loud what he meant with the last statement. She surely knew about the families' death rate and he was certainly right about the Pokémon/Girl thing, but her determination didn't falter a millimeter.

After a few moments Sven's expression softened. "Neige listen… I know you feel responsible about what happened but you couldn't have prevented it and I'm glad you weren't there when it happened. You might have gotten hurt."Neige looked down on her lap, her bangs now covering her face again. "You can live here for a while, if you want and we'll see what we can do about the house tomorrow. And well if it's the worst case … I have a little deposit."

They lived in the dessert, and should there be no prove of anyone being the culprit for this disaster, Neige was pretty sure that this accident would be as a weakness of her female incompetence. She didn't look up and her voice sounded like shattered glass.

"It's like you said: It doesn't matter if I'm given the money. It doesn't matter if the house can be repaired. Whoever it was that ruined my home, he/she/it did it with the goal to disown me of the properties. Jeff won't let me live alone any longer, especially after he heard about Ashraf's proposal. He's going to marry me of to Blingbling-Boy…"

Sven seemed surprised for a moment, but that changed to disbelieve and skepticism. "I don't think he would do that."

She stayed silent for a few seconds and looked him straight into the eyes. "You didn't see the look in his eyes when he learned about the possibility of me being married of. He was relieved that he wouldn't have to worry about me any longer." titling her head into her neck she placed her hands onto her eyes. She was tiered.

Sven seemed deep in thought and after just a few seconds he took his jacket that hung beside the door and went out the door, but not without ruffling her hair and grumping the words "It's not your fault so don't you worry that pretty head of yours and go to bed.".

Surprised and little touched, the sky blue eyed girl could only look into the empty hallway.

"...Where?"

Sven PoV:

When I arrived in front of the Bar I could already hear the celebrating through the thick stone walls. Vivid laughing, drunken singing and clapping hands. There was always a big Opening-Celebration, in every city. Disgusting. Celebrating something so violent and pointless. There was always at least one death every time. For what?! A piece of cloth? A little cash? No one in my family is going to die in these games… not again.

After I stumped up the veranda I paused a moment, looking through a window to check out the situation inside. A waitress was being harassed by some drunken guys when she bought them their drinks. I was greatly relieved when the new manager intervened, but not as much as I was shocked when he made the waitress bow down in apology. As if it was her fault! For one moment I imagined Neige in her place and I couldn't stop the clenching of my fists.

Neige surely wasn't a hot-headed, spontaneous and spiky as the tradition was in this family, but she was also shy, unsure and easily frightened by strangers. You might even they that she was always calm, level-headed and sensitive. I never heard her scream before. But it was exactly that what made this determination of hers that made it so damn serious. She was awakened and ready to do anything, in order to keep the job as Lake-Guardian. It's not like she has another choice and the way I see it, she loves doing it, like I love having my range. Wouldn't I do the same, if my home was about to get lost?

It's not for her to change, it's this world that needs to change. I don't want to see her doing something she isn't meant to do.

But first things first. Sheriff Drunkard.

Neiges PoV:

A few hours have passed since Sven had left the house and it was now well past midnight and still not back. I mean...I was fine. I'm okay with being alone in this...unfamiliar house. I'm alone all the time, it's nothing new. Sure there were unusual noises from outside...and inside, but I have already barricaded the living room door, (where I have build my bed on the leather couch), and placed all sharp and pointy objects of this house within reach.

So yeah, I was completely fine.

After I changed into my white night gown, I had seated myself on the wide windowsill, looking up into the starry night sky, asking myself if my family is watching me right now. At that moment a light breeze blew past the house and played with a few lose strains of my hair. It made me smile. Maybe they were watching me from up above. Sure, one does never know, but I will never stop hoping.

My Mom and Dad died at an accident when I was five. I nearly did too, but mom saved me at the last moment. I can't remember anything from that night, but my brother told me dad was about to save mom but... Now both are gone.

That left only Zane and me. He was only 13 at that time and not capable to look after a traumatized fife-year-old, so Sheriff Jeff took us in for a few years till we were old enough to live alone.

When I turned fourteen Zane participated in the previous PFC.

My ears perked up when I registered the sound of the front door open and close again. It was most likely the grumpy uncle but meahhhh it also could be a robber who is interested in...little, wooden figurines of Digletts? There were quite a few of them right beside the door on a wooden shelf.

The door opened a little and Sven, with caution, looked around the corner. He saw that I was still up and I smiled amused when he slid into the room, obviously a little shy because in some way he just barged into the room of a young lady. He might look a little rough and aloof, but he surely was raised a gentleman.

"May I?" he asked softly, even a tiny bit red of shyness.

I had to hold back the giggle that nearly escaped and scooted a little over and patted with my hand beside me. He didn't sit there, but grabbed a near chair, turned it around and seated himself with his arms on the back rest in front of me. Then there was again a few seconds of silent in which we only looked at each other (I began to wonder if this was Sven's idea of a comfortable conversation), measuring each other for the upcoming discussion that surely was going to follow.

Sven was the first to speak.

"How serious are ya with this whole Pokéflag-Enterprise?" he asked, his face stern. I took a bit to weight up my answer. I smiled triumphantly when I got the perfect answer.

"Do you remember the peanut-butter-Rock incident?" And in the next moment all his worries seemed blown away. He had a satisfied glint in his eyes and nodded.

"Listen, I still don't like the idea and I'm not saying that I approve of it but I might, under some conditions."

I couldn't believe what I just heard. I was prepared for a full out rejection or to be immediately grounded for the next tree days, followed by me diving out the window (I had already hidden my backpack behind the stables to run away), but this? I was so excited that it was hard for me keep still and not go and hug him. I was really, really grateful, but before I could say anything he went on.

"The conditions, young lady. Wait for the conditions. First of all, ya need Jeff to agree that if you show him you can earn this large amount of money, you can stay at the main lake estate. A contract." 'I don't know yet how to manage that but I'm going to try.' I thought briefly. "Second: Under the first condition I will start showing you what is needed and required of a Catcher to survive these darn games." I nodded warily, not sure if I wanted to know what training that was, but ... I also felt a little bit of anticipation. "Now the most obvious: A Pokémon. Good luck with that, greenhorn." He laughed loudly in his deep and raspy voice. I started sweating. This was going to be the hardest one from all. He looked at me again and stood. His serious expression was back again.

"Only under these conditions, I will allow you to participate. And don't you try going solo! I will drag you out of there before you reach the starting line, and believe me, you don't want that." he laughed evilly. I nodded hesitantly.

"Excellent. Now go to sleep. We have a rough day tomorrow..." he said tired, before he ruffled my hair again and left to get at least a few hours of sleep.

There I sat. And for the first time since I got the idea of me participating at the tournament, I realized how big and overwhelming this plan was. For a few moments, I was about to really dive out the window and leave everything behind, to make...I don't ...vacation? But just in time I remembered what my brother always said.

"Nothing in this world worth having comes easy."* I whispered. My vision blurred again and giggling I wiped the tears out of my eyes.

You need courage, keep fighting and hope for the best. And you know what brother? Darn me, if I will not fight for what I want, and if it means going down ... well then I will go down as the most embarrassed and humiliated, but proudest person in the world!

The morning was graced with a blazing soft blue sky with timid rays of the sun, slowly creeping down the red canyon top. Sven Flake was awakening to his Dodos chattering and as always it was this time of the day when he was made painfully aware of his ag- advanced path of life.

He dragged his limbs into the kitchen, made his super special Taurus-of-the Canyon-Breakfast and put it on a tray, to present Neige his hard work. However, just when he wanted to knock on the door of the living room, he noticed not just that the door was already wide open but that there was also no grandniece inside.

"Neige?!" he called trough the whole house, startling two Fletchlings on the roof.

A cold shower went down her back when Neige reached the doors of the sheriff-office. Cautiously she turned around, her hand with a paper shaking a little. She smiled nervously as she looked into the direction from where she came.

I can't shake of the feeling that Taurus is awake.

Said niece was already on her way to the sheriff.

She didn't sleep all night cause of the contract, which Jeff had to sign in order for her to not get married to Ashraf. For that reason, she left the house even before the sun graced the top of Big Rock with its present, and was now making her way up the stairs to Jeff's' workplace.

She knocked but there was no response, what was not surprising at this hour. However she didn't want to wait, but just when she was about to tear down the door, she heard rushing steps behind her.

"Neige!" Lucky came running and stopped right in front of her. "What brings you here so early?" he breathed heavily with his hands on his knees.

"I need to talk to Jeff. Is he here or did someone finally succeed in taking revenge for the countless times he won at gambling?"She asked, but Lucky shook his head sniggering and breathed in.

"I heard that Sven fuddled him last night and then carried him back here, for it to not happen again." he sweatdropped, making Neige pout.

The young assistant opened the door and motioned her to enter.

"So what do you want from Jeff, if I may ask?" he asked, as he opened the shutters and windows to air the wide room.

"Well..." she played with her braids that hang over her shoulders. He was a sheriff-to-be and she would be breaking a few rules when she participated in the tournament but he was her male best friend, right?

Sadly she hung her shoulders and avoided his gaze. "I had a little dispute with Jeff last night, about whether I should abandon the Main-Lake and marry Ashraf instead or not."

Lucky haltered in his motion to open the last shutter.

"What?"

She looked up into his green eyes "My home got kind of destroyed yesterday and Jeff thinks about not letting me go back home."

'That's not what I meant. That, I expected to happen at some point 'he thought.

"What about that Ashraf-thing?"

She didn't feel comfortable talking about that with him.

"Aehm...Doesn't matter, since it won't happen anyway."

She escaped behind the Info-desk and barged into the Sheriff office without even bothering to knock.

What she than saw made her frown, not knowing what to think about the scene displayed in front of her.

Jeff hung with his upper half body across his desk, his butt nearly falling of the chair, a bottle of whisky in one hand and hugging a bucket with his other arm.

She heard Lucky enter the office behind her and groaned at the sign of his Boss.

"This, my friend, is someone having a good night sleep." She chuckled.

"I give him six month and I'll take over." He murmured, crossing his arms. She smirked up to him.

To be honest, she expected Lucky to be made Sheriff four month ago, when Jeff wasn't able to calm down a fight in the Bar...well not surprising since he was the one who initiated it in the first place. And they were about to fire him but he kept going on and on about Lucky to be not ready yet. She thought differently. It was not Lucky who wasn't ready.

She moved over to the drunken man and poked him on the cheek. He was drooling on the expensive wooden table.

"Jeee-eeeff" she sang, but the only response she got was a gibberish murmur.

"Oh, Jeee-eeeff, I think ol' Lady Betty is looking for someone helping her out of her corset."

He shot up and accidentally knocked the rest that was left on the table...of the table.

"I've got a knife!"

Yuki had difficulties with keeping in her laughter. Even Lucky was hiding his face, although she didn't know if he too had to laugh or if it was out of embarrassment.

Either way, it was both understandable when seeing the Sheriff in only his red long-underwear and vest.

After a few moments of him searching for the maiden in need of a Cowboy, he spotted the youngsters. He didn't seem surprised and just grabbed the bottle of alcohol and let himself fall heavily back into the leather chair.

"Wha' arle ylu doin' here?" he slurred, motioning at them with the bottle.

The young girl snatched a piece of paper out of her pocket and scooted it over the table.

"Here, sign this." She said smiling sweetly.

"Wha' tha'?" he bowed over the sheet, and Lucky went behind the desk to look over his shoulder.

"You want me to marry Ashraf, right?" she asked and saw the old man struggling with his concentration.

"Y-Yes."

"I will do just that." She noticed him getting drowsy but the younger man getting wide awake on the other hand.

"Under the following condition, as listed there, I, Neige Weiß Flake, will marry Ashraf bin Haris Asim. But only under these terms."

Lucky began to read:

I...blabla will blabla Asim under following conditions:

First: I am not able to earn the sum of five hundred thousand P-Krys within one and a half years.

Second: I'm not engaged to someone else.

Third: Ashraf is after one and a half years still willing to marry me.

In the case I ought to define the odds to accomplish the first condition, I will be granted the full accreditation of staying as the Main-Lakes protector of all it's properties and liabilities.

Signatures: Jeff Goldstern *line*

Ashraf bin Haris Asim *line*

Neige Weiß Flake *line*

Neige's line was the only one signed yet.

It's an uneven contract, Lucky thought frowning. "Did Ashraf propose to you or was this Jeff's idea?" he asked skeptical, eyeing her warily.

"Yes. Every time we saw each other in the dessert the past few months Harem-pants went on one knee and begged me to marry him." 'Okay he didn't beg but...' "Once, he even came riding a big Camerupt! Don't know why though."

"And you said?"

"No, of course." She answered , red of embarrassment. He sighed relieved, making her worry about the reason he did this.

He saw it written on her face. "No, no! Don't get the wrong idea! It's about something else…" he coughed nervous.

She nodded unsure what to think and drove her attention back to the old man in front of her, who seemed to have gone back to sleep.

"Jeff!" Lucky yelled.

He shot back up again.

"Mally Ashlaf?"

"Yes, if you sign here." She said, pointing at his line.

Groaning he bent down to get a pen, signed the sheet and went back into his dreams.

Neige happily pulled out the paper and jumped overjoyed up and down.

Lucky smiled at seeing her that happy, but still had the feeling to not gasping the whole situation.

'Oh right! Nearly forgot!' the green eyed remembered.

The young assistant opened one a drawer of the table and pulled out an envelope. "Neige, guess who's ba-"But when he looked back up again, she was gone.

When he rushed outside he saw that she was already mounting her Dodrio.

"Neige, wait!"

She stopped and turned towards Lucky. "Hm?"

"Where are you going?" he called and jumped gracefully over the wooden balustrade, jogging over to her. She was already back on Dordrio, ready to depart.

"Into town. Now that I have Jeff's signature it only leafs Ashraf's . I'm sure he didn't go back to his palace yet."

"Give me that darn thing."

"What?"

"Give it me. I'll do it. You got more important thing to do, right?" he held out his hand. "Don't bother with him. I will take care of that idiot." Although she saw him smiling kindly, she didn't know why she started to actually worry for Idiot-Boys life, but it could either be because Lucky had his hand draped over his colt or the airy, dark, lilacish aura pouring out of him, that screamed doom.

Her blood ran cold when she handed him the demanded paper. "Thanks."

She smiled grateful down at him when he grinned and with a fist bump she took off towards the canyon. All of a sudden Dodrio stopped and Neige looked torn back to Lucky, who stopped in his track to climb back up the stairs.

'She doesn't know if she should scream or…Yeeeeeep, she's commin' back.'

"Can you do me a second favor?" she asked weekly when she was back in front of him.

"Of course! What is it?"

"Since you will already be holding him at gunpoint, could you also get him to not agree to any offers by the government to take over the Blue-Lake? Jeff will be able do delay the interviews for a new guardian but not the veteran."

"Leave it to me!" He exclaimed with his thumb pointing to his chest.

She bowed slightly and smiling waved goodbye, as Dordrio took off again.

Lucky skipped back up the steps and noticed he forgot to tell the dessert-girl who was back in town.

'Oh well, he's going to make her notice him anyway'

She was a little relieved to not be concerned about the Harem-Boy any longer. It gave her time to find her own Pokémon and her training.

During her ride through the Bolder-City she had to occasionally wave a few people she knew since her childhood, like the Baker Tom and his wife on their way into their bakery, the little old mayor carried by his blue nosed Dugtrio and Nurse Joyanne just about to open the windows of her little clinic. Everything was calm, awakening for a new day, till she heard a loud, angry scream just as they passed the Saloon.

"Hey, you little…!"

'It's Griselda.' She thought worried and they haltered in their run. Then there was a loud crash, a rant that was followed by doors banging open and a little blue-black Pokémon, with a little black mask and various kinds of foods in his arms, sprinting out the building. In a blue flash it ran past her and Dodrio, but not without making eye contact that left her stunned. Piercing red eyes glared up to her and the world themed a little slowed down. But then it looked away and bolted around the next corner.

In that moment Griselda stumbled out, looked quiet miserable with her disheveled hair and a frying pan in her hand. "Where is it?!"

Yuki pointed at the corner, what made Griselda sign and irritated she ruffled trough her hair.

"I nearly had it!"

"What kind of Pokémon was that? I never saw one like that living here."

"That's because normally it doesn't. Its natural habitat lies somewhere in the north. Well, that's what Lucky said at least." She said. "No one knows how it got here but its name is supposed to be Riolu."

Something deep inside Neige told her that this was not their last meeting and her eyes began to shine full of anticipation and fascination.

"Riolu."

Not so much action in this one but there is going to be some in the next Chapters! Keep tuned xD

*I don't know if you recognized it but I heard this line from Dr. Celso (Scrubs). One of my favorite quotes ever!

FxF! If there are any questions or any kind of criticism write it in the comments 3 Thx for reading!