A/N: Long time no see, I'd say. Sorry, but I warned you it would happen. And it's actually worse than I expected. I honestly appreciate your patience with me, and once again I thank you for all the support, advice and comfort you provide.

As such, I hope I don't disappoint in my attempts at providing you with good stories. As I mentioned earlier I started struggling with my writting style a bit and I decided to try and experiment a bit. Nothing too drastic, just a bit of... well, see for yourself. And let me know what you think.

Chapter fourteen then. Enjoy

Disclaimer: I don't own Kung Fu Panda

So Late, So Fast, So Cold

Why so red? Grass was supposed to be green, and so were the leaves. Perhaps the leaves could be of a different colour since it was autumn. But not like this... not so bright, so scary. And not at night; the sun did not rise yet, everything should be still covered under the night's dark veil, giving things a sort of a blueish hue. And the skies... their colours was off, too.

Why so red?

It's not that he disliked the colour. Red was wild. Red was warm. Red was awesome...

But not like this. Not the sweet tint of a fresh apple, where the red promised a great taste. Not the amazing, ensnaring crimson of the fireworks. Not the eye-catching festival costumes and lanterns. Not the glow of her eyes in the dark...

...but a horrifying veil of hellish red that covered everything he could see. Red of flames. Red of blood.

Red of the terrible memories, long past. Red of the dreams, visions of future.

A future not so distant anymore.

„Not again..." he repeated, ignoring the cries of his friend standing beside him. Her cries, her pleas, her futile attempts to snap him out of his trance. He could not hear her.

He could hear only pain.

Why so red...

Whatever it was that unfolded in front of him, he was late. Late to stop it from happening.

But he refused to be late to stop it from succeeding. He had started to believe he was the last, and then he was proved wrong. He would not go back to it, back to being the only one.

Not now, when he saw so many of them in front of him.

In front of him, fighting, screaming... dying...

He was not helpless this time. He was not just a cub like before.

He came prepared.

„Po!" resounded the leopardess's cry, but it had no effect. He was already rushing forward, as if there was no tiredness from all the running he just endured. She wasted no second coming after him, but before she could reach him, the fight reached her.

Forced to defend her right to live, she lost sight of him. An unlikely union of foes filled her vision, and she bitterly realized that despite how bad it all seemed, she would not question her decisions. She would not doubt.

Just the tiniest bit of bad luck, and she would have no time to.

The wind rose, howling and screaming, setting the fires into a wild motion. Scattered leaves filled the air. Despite it being his doing, he was too busy to notice. He kept on executing the moves, fighting his way through the waves of hooves, claws, talons and wings.

Green ripples occasionally accompanied his strikes, leaving the targets of those attacks lying limp on the ground. He was willing to pour all of his chi out right there, if he could just stop them.

Stop it.

Stop the red.

Why was there so much of it.

And why was it on his paws?!

He stared at the appendage, skipping a few beats when he noticed the dark liquid staining his hands. Was it even his? He could not tell. He did not wish to know.

The fact that the arms were already trembling once again did nothing to help, either.

He realized all too late that in his shock, gazing at his paws, he offered himself to his enemies undefended. One of them was all too eager to use the opportunity.

The claws sunk deep, making him holler in pain. Being successfully brought back to reality, he whirled around, and grabbing the tiger by the scruff of his neck, he slammed the feline to the ground, stomach first.

What am I even doing... he wondered, his fist frozen in the air, half way through the punch he was about to land. Not the time to ask these, you idiot! You're in the middle of something rather important, remember?

„You'll have to do better than that, ya cowardly pussies!"

The shout brought him out of his self-scolding. Glancing around, he spotted the source of the voice: a large panda fighting off numerous foes at once, waving his axe wildly around. Po managed to notice that he seemed to be targeted mostly just by the tigers.

Or perhaps it was the other way around, considering the taunts the large bear kept on targeting the felines with.

„I'll slice you stripe by stripe!"

The bravado seemed rather out of place, in face of such superiority in numbers. It was six to one; one that already sported many wounds and a nasty claw mark on his face. Still, the axe-wielding panda seemed unfazed, keeping up his insults and posture. Po did not intend to wait for the outcome to see his fellow panda's claims proved. He threw the tiger he still held down into the air and, using his stomach, proceeded to plummet him into the other felines.

It was clear they did not expect it. The elder panda recovered quickly; making use of the provided diversion he swung his axe, slicing through the tigers as promised.

So much red...

Po quickly rushed toward him, hoping to knock out as many as he could before the warrior he just helped massacred everyone in his reach. For all the mentions about pandas being docile...

The two of them quickly found themselves fighting back to back, sending any attackers that dared to approach them to the ground. A short moment when there were no enemies in reach occured. Looking around for another foes, their eyes met, and for a moment both of them froze.

Po could not find his voice. The initial shock quickly wore off when he realized it was not who he thought. The colour of the older bear's eyes did not match, and even under all the blood covering the panda's face, Po could see the slight differences in the features.

But that was it: slight. They were just slight; the similarity was definetly there.

And it seemed that Po was not the only one to notice.

„You..." the warrior spoke amidst his heavy breaths. His voice was raspy, his shoulders were rising quickly. And with all that blood that was and was not his own covering his body, Po found him absolutely terrifying.

Po's fear plummeted when the other panda suddenly grabbed him by shoulder and shoved him aside.

„Outta way, boy!" he yelled and thrust his weapon forward like a spear, sending the goose that approached them staggering backwards. The bird wiped some blood off his face, smirking at the two pandas.

„You are dangerous, indeed," the goose spoke, his smirk widening as numerous antelopes slowly moved to form a circle around them. „Such dangerous criminals... and murderers, no less... are not worth the trouble of being brought to prison."

The imperial army, Po realized, noticing the armour the antelopes and the goose were wearing. His voice was gone, his mind racing. Guo, however, recovered quickly.

„Dangerous enough to everyone who dares to endager us!" the sentry spat, readjusting the grip on his axe. „Leave us alone, or I'll send you right to the useless orange-furred trash!"

Time was against him; lightning shot through the skies, and before Po could do anything, the fight was on. Six antelopes surrounded him while the goose seemed to wish to face the other panda alone. The other soldiers seemed to be fully aware, and did nothing against it. This fact sent another cold shiver down the Dragon Warrior's spine.

The goose was a strong fighter, then, He had to be.

No... Po decided. He would have none of it. There were enough dead pandas lying on the ground as it was. He would not see another one added to the pile. Not when he could stop it. Not when it was his relative! And not when the warrior just saved his life!

The wind grew even stronger, responding to his anger.

His fear.

And the imperial army was not taking it easy on him. Another panda among many, another of the ruffians hiding against justice, hoping to get away with disturbing the land's peace.

That was all they saw. And he was way too busy keeping himself alive to make them see the truth.

Despair was on the rise.

Fighting them off was hard. Not because they were using weapons, not because there were so many or because they were so well trained.

But because it was wrong. He was not supposed to fight them. He thought he came ready, but truly, when was one ready for a situation like this?

His breathing was becoming ragged, his eyes moist. The cries of pain were filling his ears. His arms were shaking. His legs burned. His nose twitched at the smell of smoke coming from the fires... and the smell of blood...

He was doing the right thing, he believed.

But it was hard to see anything right in the situation.

It should not be like this.

The pandas should not be threatened.

The imperial army should not be trying to kill him.

He should not be forced to neglect his duty as the Dragon Warrior to abide his duty as a panda. As a son...

...or was he neglecting that one, too?

They should not force him into such things. They should not have...

They should not have...

They should not be so red...

Why was there so much red...

An axe hit the ground with a clang, making him snap his head in the direction of the sound. Another panda lying on the ground...

...red...

The warrior was not giving in yet, however. Supporting himself on one arm, he struggled to stand up. The goose, clutching his side, slowly approached. One did not need to guess what he was about to do.

In its silence, the sword spoke loud enough.

Po would not have it.

As the bear's relative, he would not let him die. As his fellow panda, he would not watch him being killed like that. As the Dragon Warrior, he could not let it happen.

A shout, long and loud, reached the heavens.

With a roaring thunder, they answered.

The wind died down, and a heavy rain took its place.

The skies cried.

And he cried with them.

The large, heavy door closed behind him with a loud bang that echoed through the hallway. Silence followed; a welcome change after the bickering of the imperial court. Only the clatter of his hooves hitting the floor accompanied him. None of their voices pierced through the gate, just as none of their attemps would threaten his plans. The decisions had been made, things were long in motion.

All was going perfectly.

The court was thrown into chaos, enraged and confused.

All was going perfectly.

The emperor was shaken, grieving.

All was going perfectly.

He felt the urge to smile tugging at his lips, but he would not let it go any further. It would be careless, unexcusable...

...and utterly inappropriate for someone in his position.

The high advisor of the shining emperor himself was not supposed to be grinning from ear to ear, no matter how much he wanted to. Especially when faced with situation so severe, grim and tragic.

And the best was yet to come.

But he managed to keep his eagerness, his twisted joy from showing. Features firmly set, eyes focused straight ahead with a shine of authority, seemingly looking down at everyone despite his modest height. His pace even; the golden ring that decorated his beard swaying in tune with his steps: each same as the last.

A mask of stone. Flawless, stainless, as was expected of someone like him.

Of someone who belonged.

Although he was sure that everyone around him thought he did not belong.

In his mind, he was the only one who did.

And once it was time, he would make it clear enough. He was already pleased to no end by the shocked faces of all the fools when the news arrived.

Oh, how much he wished to see the faces when it all reached its peak.

When the time to pay would come.

All their attempts at decieving him would prove futile. They may have acted friendly now; of course they would. They could not afford to show their disdain now that he was above them. But he remembered well.

He remembered how they were all against him. How they wished him gone. Gone from the palace.

Gone from the world.

The last living witness, the last proof of their crimes.

He remembered.

He remembered their names. The names of their fathers. Of their houses.

Names of traitors.

Spineless cowards that turned their backs on a great leader when outnumbered and chose to ally themselves with barbarians, thiefs and murderers.

Despicable betrayers who pretended to be friends until the last moment when they so insolently revealed great man's location when he was forced into hiding.

So shameful.

He would make them pay.

And soon... so soon...

He finally reached the palace gardens. The vivid foliage spreaded in front of him, carrying a sense of peace and tranquility. He embraced it wholeheartedly, but kept his mask on. His composure remained intact still. The leaves were falling slowly, in tune with the gentle afternoon wind.

The ground was still wet after the rain, but he did not mind.

With his joy hidden, he slowly approached a small pond, taking the moment to admire its crystal clear waters. The crowns of the trees were reflected on its surface, cleanly and perfectly. His gaze moved slightly downwards. There, he was met with the reflection of his face.

And the mask broke.

So grey, so wrinkly, so old...

Soon, his mind coaxed soothingly. Soon...

Growing aware of the scowl that formed on his face, he averted his eyes from the lies the water insisted on and fought to regain his lost composure. He almost succeeded, but the mask did not make it back.

Instead, it was replaced by a genuine smile brought by seeing the only person in the whole palace that truly stood by him.

„Zan," the elderly blackbuck greeted his friend when he noticed him approaching. The tall antelope looked tired; his eyes carried their usual strenght, but somehow seemed... exhausted, burdened. Perhaps the blackbuck should not really blame him. He placed quite a weight on his shoulders, after all.

„Min," the taller and younger of the two replied, nodding his head. The gesture was highlighted by the tall dark horns that adorned his head.

They stood silent for a few moments, side by side in front of the pond. Zan was studying the waters, while Min was intently gazing at anything but it.

„I believe you've heard already?"

„Of course," Zan replied calmly. „It had me, or the whole palace, more like, busy throughout the day."

„You should brace yourself then, my friend," the blackbuck chimed. „There is more to come."

The taller animal merely nodded in acknowledgment. Another minute of silence followed. Min seemed to be savoring it. Zan a little less so.

The blackbuck noticed.

„You're awfully quiet today, my friend."

Another silence.

„It's... surprisingly fast."

„Is it, truly?" Min mused to himself, just above a whisper. „It depends, I suppose. But I admit that it seems to be almost... almost too... easy."

Zan glanced at his friend, narrowing his eyes inquisitively. „Disappointed?"

„No. I'm not," the blackbuck shook his head. „I actually welcome the increase in pace." A long sigh escaped him as he moved his gaze to the fallen leaves lying on the ground. „Time is a frustrating thing. I can't influence it in any way... It's not my ally, but an enemy I'll never beat."

With widening eyes, the antelope stood staring wordlessly at his friend. After knowing him for so long, to hear him, for the very first time, sound so... defeated.

Nature told him to be supportive, to comfort him. Time was not an enemy to be defeated, or even fought. He would not say those words, though. He knew better than that.

The old animal loathed to be schooled.

Change of topic would be more approriate, he decided.

„I've heard something about some... tigers."

It seemed to work marvelously. The smaller animal's demeanor changed completely. Almost unnervingly so.

„Ah, yes. That one was rather brilliant, don't you think?"

The glint in his eyes; as a child beaming with pride at something it accomplished, awaiting eagerly its parent to praise it.

„So... a part of the plan, then."

„But of course!" Min continued with great enthusiasm, although still maintaining at least something of his equanimity. „Expecting that overly eager feline to do as he was told would be foolish. It's much better to direct it, rathen than trying to quell it, don't you think?"

The expectant look on his face was not leaving. Zan found it disturbing; an animal so old, devoting his life to striving for what he claimed to be justice, unafraid of staining his hand with blood... and he reminded him of a child.

Perhaps it was fitting, in a way.

He was given no praise this time, however.

„So... what purpose do they serve?"

The disappointment that crossed the blackbuck's eyes was evident. Did he really crave appreciation for his work?

„They helped to ignite the spark, and now, in their impatience, they are helping to keep the fire burning," Min explained after a short pause, walking away from the pond. Zan, treading beside him, could hear the hints of sadness in his friends voice. He almost felt pity, almost.

If only he were not pining two endangered species against each other.

„It was quite a spectacle too, from what our dear contact said," a chuckle followed. „I wish I could've seen it."

„Aren't you perhaps enjoying it a bit... too much?"

Min stopped in his tracks, turning to face his friend. A suspicious frown was on his face.

„I finally see, after decades, the fruit of my labour."

They stood unmoving, staring at each other with no more words spoken. Zan was not indenting to go back down on his words, so he kept his features firm, daring. If Min thought he was a traitor, he would prove him wrong.

With a smile, Min turned to continue their walk through the gardens. He understood the message in the eyes well.

„It's a good thing you asked about the tigers, actually," the blackbuck continued their conversation. „There is one more purpose they can be used for. And there is no one I'd trust more with this than you."

Zan's brow rose in curiousity, as he awaited the explanation.

„The court won't cause any problems; I have them under my hoof. But there is still the Master's Council, you see..."

„Alright, that's it... yeah, like that. Keep movin'..."

Monkey and Viper watched the spectacle in front of them with both awe and disbelief spread over their faces. There was a lot of amusement in the primate's case, too.

„Spread your legs a bit... that's more like it..."

„He's really into it, isn't he?" Viper mused, tilting her head to a side.

„Don't forget to use your hands- not so hastily! Patience is the key here..."

„Now this I'll have to memorize," Monkey chuckled, covering his mouth.

„Yeah. Now, do what we walked about earlier... lower... lower... there!"

At this point, the primate had to try really hard not to burst out laughing. Viper was shaking her head in defeat, although she could not stop the grin from spreading on her face.

„There, you got it! You're a fast learner, kid, I'll tell you that!" exclaimed the bug, beaming with pride as he was. Monkey gave up trying to stiffle the laughter. Maybe under different circustances he would not find it so funny, but as of late there haven't been many things to laugh about.

Seeing his insect comrade standing on the feline's oustretched leg, giving her the instructions on how to perform each stance of the Mantis Style and jumping from one limb to another to make sure each position was right...

„Monkey, cut it out!" Viper scolded, although it was clear that she was affected by the scene as well. „It's actually sweet of Mantis that he agreed to teach Chun."

„Y-yeah, but come on!" the primate exclaimed, extending his arms toward the bug and the tiger on the other side of the training hall. „Mantis teaching his style to a feline over ten-times his size – you don't get a better setting than that!"

„Well, I admit it may seem a bit-"

„A bit, right. Use stronger words here, Viper. You know the guy; there's no way those lines were just a coinciden-"

„Hey!" came the shout from the opposite side of the room. „Keep it down a bit, will ya? You're distracting my student here!"

„Yeah, right," Monkey snickered. „We're the distracting ones."

Mantis scowled, while Chun merely smiled in amusement. The smile quickly fell, however, when her eyes twitched in reaction to a rather heated conversation nearby.

„Look, I know the wall's interesting" the bug surprised her when he suddenly appeared in her field of vision by jumping onto her oustretched arm. „But you're supposed to be givin' your attention to me, y'know."

Chun merely blinked, then focused her gaze on the wall again.

„Someone's arguing... sounds like Tigress."

Mantis's expression shifted from gently scolding to genuinely surprised and curious. He shuffled his legs as he turned around on the feline's appendage, staring at the same wall as she was.

Soon, the voice grew strong enough for all four of them to hear. And not long after, the door opened, revealing a very unhappy Tigress and a flustered looking Crane, who, despite doing his best to hold his own, seemed to be honestly wishing to be somewhere else.

„-and so you thought it to be a good excuse for not telling me?!"

„Tigress, listen, I told you that-"

„I understand your concerns about him losing his confidence, but for goodness's sake, Crane, something like this-!"

„I was keeping an eye on him-"

„Were you?! Crane, did you even see what he did there? How many of those imprints there are?!"

„What's going on?"

Both the avian and the feline stopped in their hassle, turning to see their three comrades and the young tiger staring at them in confusion.

„So?" the primate pressed with his brow raised.

Tigress closed her eyes to calm herself down a bit. Then, with a sigh, she spoke in silent and rather cold tone.

„I saw the trees."

As ambiguous as it may have sounded, all except Chun understood perfectly, and cast their looks downward in shame.

„So I take it that you guys knew as well?"

A short silence followed, until Mantis, rubbing the back of his head, decided to break it.

„Heh, funny you'd ask that, ya see-"

A short, but still sharp growl interrupted him. Tigress had her palm raised in a simple silencing gesture. After few more quiet moments it was Viper who found the courage to speak up.

„Only Crane really knew what was going on. He told us a bit of what happened there, but it was only him who actually saw it..."

„Yeah. We thought it was an attempt to make up for the lack of your presence-"

„That wasn't it."

Monkey's mouth remained open in mid-sentence as the feline interrupted him. All of them were staring at her expectantly, urging her to elaborate.

„He was preparing."

The answer brought only more confusion.

„Preparing for what?" Crane dared to ask, only to recieve a piercing glare from the tiger master.

„Perhaps you can tell me," she half said, half hissed. Then the feline pulled a scroll out of her vest and, rather than handing it to him, she practically threw it in his face. The avian took a step back, catching the scroll with one of his talons. Taking a quick glance at the still angry tiger, he used his beak and expertly unrolled the painting.

Not so bad, was the first thought that entered his mind. He was not asked to evaluate the art, though. A blue dragon with green eyes... no, not blue.. watery. Made of water...

The images of Po practicing in the forest flashed in front of his eyes. The water creating a layer on his skin, almost like a cloak...

„The dreams...," he muttered, recieving a silent nod from Tigress. Mantis jumped onto the avian's hat, his curiousity getting the better of him in that moment.

„I thought he said he did not remember who he thought against..."

„That is indeed what he said," Tigress confirmed the bug's words while crossing her arms over her chest. „He said many things during the last few months."

„It doesn't make sense," Viper joined in, slithering beside Crane to take a look at the painting as well. „The feline looks almost like... why would..."

„It actually does make sense, if you think about it," Tigress cut in. Her voice was slowly losing its strenght, its edge. Now, it was melancholy that echoed through her tone. „At least it would explain why he didn't trust me... why he lied."

„Maybe so, but why would he have those dreams in the first place?" Mantis asked, his eyes still on the scroll.

„You know how Po is. He blamed himself when Tigress left, and his conscience probably came up with this..."

„With Tigress catching on fire and kicking his butt?" Monkey asked with a smirk on his face, recieving a hiss from the snake.

„That's not what I meant!"

„One way or another, it'd be best to just find him and ask him."

The Five looked at the young feline with blank expressions, not really wanting to go over the argument of being unable of leaving the palace again.

„Chun, c'mon girl, we already told you that we can't-"

„Maybe you finally can," she countered with a smile, confusing the small insect. Bobbing her head, she gestured toward the skies where a black goose in golden robe could be seen.

„Exactly how do you expect me to understand this?!"

It wasn't the first time Zeng was being shouted at by the red panda master, but after the whole matter with Tai Lung was resolved and Shifu finally achieved Inner Peace, the goose messanger started to forget how scary it actually was.

The aging master was quick to remind him of it, however, fuming possibly even more than when he was sending him to Chorh-Gom with the order to strenghten the security.

„You come so late with emergency hanging in the air to tell me that everything is fine?!"

„M-Master Shifu-"

„You're supposed to return immediately, especially in such situations! You could have made the journey to the council and back five times over the time it took you to return!"

The Furious Five and Chun approached carefully, taken aback by the teacher's fury. They could understand, but it was hard not to feel sorry for the poor goose...

...even if some of them were posotively mad at him as well.

„M-Master, there-"

„No! I don't wish to hear any of it. You already gave me the message, now go before I-"

„But Master, I-!"

„I don't care for your excuses! Now go-"

„Master Shifu!"

Now that was surprising. Zeng being flustered and losing his composure wasn't so new, but being driven to the point where he actually dared to shout at the red panda was something unexpected.

„What!"

And unwelcome, it seemed.

„The- there's- they-" the messanger stuttered, before he was finally able to finish the sentence. „It's Master Chao; he's at the gate."

„What?" Shifu blinked. His voice switched from heated anger so pure confusion. „Alert the other servants! And get the Five!"

„Master, we're here."

The red panda whirled around, too bewildered to question them as to why they were not training.

„Well, you've heard then. We have more guests... line up at the door."

„Inner peace..."

He was getting old for this, he concluded. No amount of inner peace was suited for this kind of situations. A war with the gorilla army threatening to break out, Dragon Warrior gone missing, family issues being brought up and now, just so he would not get bored, the universe provided the pleasant surprise of Master Chao turning up.

Please, don't let it be more bad news...

They stood at attention, composed and proud. Seemingly at least. The inhabitants of the Jade Palace had much on their minds.

And hearts.

If one looked close enough, they could see.

Not something Shifu liked, but there was no helping it. It was understandable, and he had trouble looking unfazed himself. It brought him a small amount of consolation when he noticed that Master Chao and his students that accompanied him were a bit... shaken, as well.

At the very least, they looked tired. As if they were running the whole way, trying their best to reach their destination as soon as possible.

Something urgent, then.

That did nothing to comfort Shifu, either.

And why did Chao bring his students along, anyway?

„Master Chao."

„Grandmaster," the desert monitor replied, bowing his head. „I am here on the behalf of the Master's Council, considering a matter of an utmost importance."

Shifu merely nodded in response, waiting for more. The desert monitor moved his gaze from the red panda to the five warriors behind him, his yellow eyes darting between them, as if he was judging them, one by one.

„But before that, I'd like to ask you a question, Shifu."

The red panda stiffened slightly. He was called by his name, no title. The question was not part of the council's orders, then.

„I'm listening," Shifu replied resolutely, sounding more calm then he actually felt.

„The Dragon Warrior, Shifu... where is he?"

„I... am uncertain how this is relevant to-"

„Shifu," Master Chao interrupted, not sternly, but still with enough force behind his voice. „For your own sake, please, be honest."

The reptile master meant well. Shifu could see that. And he knew him long enough to know that he was an honorable man. This was no Junjie.

Out with the truth, then.

„He's been missing for days, now. We don't know where he is."

Master Chao reacted with a slow nod, as if the red panda's words only confirmed his own suspicions.

„That I can help with," Chao spoke with a sigh. „He was spotted near The Rocky Spike Trail by the Imperial Army. General Jun was leading his unit there in attempt to get rid of a group of ruffians residing there."

Rocky Spikes Trail. The words echoed in their minds. Shifu, as well as the Five, knew well what a place it was. What rumors were tied to it.

„What condition was he spotted in?" Shifu asked, worried for his student.

„The reports say that he was not mortally wounded," Chao replied, gazing at the ground.

„Thank the gods," the Grandmaster of the Jade Palace sighed in relief, leaning slightly on his staff. He was alive, then. And they had a clue now. They knew where to search.

„Shifu," Chao brought him out of his thoughts. The tone was sad, almost regretful. Shifu's worries grew anew. Even more so when he noticed the downcast expression on the desert monitor's face.

„I did not come as a bearer of good news," Chao continued, looking directly into the red panda's eyes. „As I said; General Jun attempted to deal with the bandits there. And failed."

Shifu tightened his grip on his late master's staff.

„He was killed... and according to the witnesses... it was your student who dealt the killing blow."

A/N: Well, since you've reached this point I guess it's time for me to thank your for reading! So, what did you think? Funny thing is... I was recently asked about my opinion on bold (or new) moves in writting these. At least I think that's what the question was... And I found myself answering that I happen to be wary of those (the bold moves, I mean). That I admire them, but prefer to avoid them, since I'm still just beginning and all... that I prefer to keep things simple...

...a few days later I took a look at my notes about this story and what I'm about to do with it and I was like: „I'm such a liar."

Yeah, really, I don't know what I'm actually doing anymore. So, please, tell me.

Tell me if I'm carving out some nonsense here or whether it's something good.

And be honest.