Hey, everyone! School starts next week, which basically means that my reviews either come faster (for the sake of my sanity), or they come fewer and farther between (because, let's face it, school sucks and there's a lot of homework and studying), so expect some erratic updates schedules.
Valkera: Thanks, I had fun! I hope all's well for you and your family :) It's cool, I want Shelke and Rosso to die to, which is awesome 'cause I'm the author and I decided their fate ;D Mwahahahaha!
I decided that I'd give y'all some action, but take it easy on me. I suck at action scenes, hence the reason I've put it off as long as freaking possible. The next chapter will be full of action and explanations! We are soon nearing the end of this fic!
Thank you to Valkera and Bunny-chan2022 for reviewing the last chapter, and big thanks to KihonDensho for being the newest reviewer! Welcome to the family!
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The cold, metal bars that stretched from filthy floor to dark ceiling leered viciously inward, like the great jaws of a beast waiting to slam shut and crush its prey. Through the narrow slots between each long rod, a clammy chill seeped through, drowning that darkness of the cell in a dank, vapid mist.
Contrary to the actual dimensions, the chamber felt constricting, like the walls had come to life and were steadily inching toward each other, waiting to meet in the middle and crush everything that was unlucky enough to be caught in-between. Although the cell was actually rather spacious, a luxury given only to make the prisoner feel absolutely alone, caught in the chasm-istic void, it still tugged its boundaries and closed in on itself.
Hollowly, Reeve Tuesti leaned himself upon one frozen bar, his forehead pressed to the cold metal in shameful defeat. How long he had been sitting there, contemplating how this came to be and what would soon come, he was unsure. No light surrounded him in the pit of ominous silence. Everything was as dark as night and darker.
In an effort to evade madness, the commissioner had attempted to squeeze his rather thin frame between the much thinner space of his prison cage, but the effort was in vain. After his last valiant effort of attempting to kick out the thick metal-covered cement wall of his cell, he had merely given up once more, collapsing against cold cement in exhaustion, his hands wrapped around the prison bars like despair wrapped around a slum whore.
Had Reeve been a simpler-minded man, he might have thrown his hands up and allowed his destiny to drag him here, but that could not be said for the ex-ShinRa employee. No, he took notice of every detail as his attackers bound him in itching, tight rope that burned as it sunk into and yanked at his flesh. On the floor of a buggy, fastened like a convict, the commissioner had pressed his ear as closely as possible to the underbelly of the vehicle, ignoring the pain of being straddled by a soldier in order to keep him from attempting to attack. He listened as the contraption rumbled across the land, the tell-tale sound of gravel and debris signaling their movement out of the W.R.O. area and into the heart of Midgar.
From there, he'd been mercilessly shoved into a crate, packaged away, and shoved into a stuffy area that swayed slightly in a rhythmical fashion. A ferry. He could not say how long he was forced to endure the smell of musty consignment and rotting wood, being tossed to and fro in what had to be the cargo hold of the ship. All he knew was that by the time he felt rough movements ripping his crate away from its previous spot, he could finally understand Yuffie's adverseness to sea travel.
When they dropped him on the ground, he could smell cherry blossoms and fresh rain, delicate, out-of-season flowers that only bloomed in mild, rainy climates, and the salt of the ocean's coast. Around him, the noise of moving carts and travelers assaulted his senses. It was hard to hear over the sound of being dragged along the ground in his wooden cage, but the noise was no longer that of rocks tumbling into themselves and the wood panels, but soft soil parting as the crate pushed through.
He was in Wutai, he believed. It seemed the only logical explanation at the time. And when he heard his attackers conversing with someone, the accent and language immediately confirmed his suspicions.
Have they brought me here to behead me like some fallen monarch before the people of Gaia, an ending to Shelke's ceremonial takeover of the Planet? Down with the Commissioner, give rise to the Sovereign?
No one quite knew what Wutai was like at the moment. No word had come from the country, and those who ventured there never returned. It seemed that the entire continent had simply vanished, and yet, if senses served, Reeve had to be in the Leviathan-forsaken place.
Poor Yuffie, what would she say? he wondered, his eyes shut tightly as he stared heavenward. She's been gone for so long from her country… Banished because she was pregnant outside of marriage… I know she can fix this… Only she can save this country now…
Venomously, Reeve thought, Unfortunately, Vincent and Rimmy are both dead and the world is going to hell in a hand basket. Everything she lived for is goned, and it's all because of…
In a wave of frustration, Reeve let out a cry and slammed his fist into the floor of his cell, growling, "Damn it, Shelke! Let me out now!"
Just as he had suspected, not one sound answered his desperate plea. With a sigh, he flung himself against the bars once more, his dark hair slipping through the cracks as if to taunt him, the only bit of himself that could ever reach the side opposite the caged animal.
A soft whimpering sound echoed faintly in the distance. Immediately, Reeve frowned and a sat up ramrod straight, his eyes squinting as he trained them futilely beyond the dark abyss. Inching closer to the bars, he strained with all his might to see into the fathomless pit of nothingness.
"Hello?" he called, the sound reverberating in the emptiness and against the walls. "Hello?" he tried louder, this time with all of the authority of the Commissioner of the World Regenesis Organization.
"…Re…"
Someone's out there! The thought made his heart pump faster, whether in fear or anticipation, he couldn't say. If someone was out there, he was not entirely alone!
"R… Re…"
"Who is that?" he demanded, his eyes nearly burning from peering so hard into the darkness.
"…Reeve… Is… Is that you?"
The voice sounded breathless and detached, a rasp in it as though it hadn't been used in a while. Or it had been used too much.
"Who is that?" he asked again, his voice betraying his excitement.
"It's… It's Shera… Reeve, where are… the others?"
In a surge of elation, the dark-haired man threw himself into the bars and called loudly, "Shera!? Gaia, are you alright? What have they done to you? Tell me you are okay!"
At long last, he had found the missing wife of his dear friend! Never mind that they were both locked up in prison cells, the important fact remained that if he could only escape, he could take her with him.
Cid would be ecstatic!
A soft chuckle bounced through the darkness, and she answered quietly, "I'm… okay… A little… banged up… but I'll live… …Tried to… question me… …Wanted to know… more about Yuffie… Something about… her daughter… …I couldn't tell them, Reeve… I couldn't do that… to Yuffie…"
"That Valencia Rimmy is dead?" he inquired in confusion. Most everyone knew, including and especially Shelke, that Rimmy was killed. Why on Gaia would they need to know more about that? They had planned the incident!
"No… They… do not… know that she… is…" Her voice trailed, and Reeve knew instantly why she would not speak of such things. She hadn't told them that Yuffie was pregnant again.
"Why did they want to know? What was it they were needing to know about?" he continued. When he waited without a reply, Reeve frantically insisted, "Shera, please, don't fall asleep on me! Tell me, I need to know, Shera, what information were they after? What were they telling you?"
A broken, inharmoniousness Shera coughed, "They want her dead."
Narrowing his eyes at that, Reeve sunk backwards. He bunched his hair up in his fist, staring down at the darkness beneath him. Why ever would they want Yuffie Kisaragi dead? Did this have to do with Chaos being reborn within her, or Vincent's return to the Planet? Or, was there something else about to go down?
What was happening on Gaia that even the Deepground feared enough to try to vanquish before it was risen? All Reeve knew was that Yuffie was caught in the middle of it.
"Why?" he finally asked.
But by then, Shera was asleep once more, and Reeve Tuesti was cast back into that silent darkness which he had come to know so well.
When Cid Highwind finally came to, his eyes met nothing but black. For one frightening moment, his heart skipped a beat and he sprung upward, whacking his head on something hard before exclaiming, " $%#! I'm blind! Help me, I've lost my %$# ing sight!"
"No," a clipped, angry voice cut in. "You ain't lost your sight, fool. We been stuffed in packaging crates by some idiot men with black uniforms on."
"What!?" Cid bit back, feeling the extreme need for a nicotine-infested cigarette coming over him.
"We've been kidnapped."
The pilot grumbled an expletive under his breath, sitting up as well as he could in the cramped space. In order to sit, he had to hang his head and pull his knees to his chest. The crate seemed to be made out of wood, and although it smelled like it could be taken down easily, one solid punch to the wall in front of him declared that idea stupid.
"Barret?"
"What?"
"Where are you?" It seemed a good enough question at the time. Granted, he shouldn't have been worrying much about that and should have been trying to get out, but first things first.
"On the other side of the crate."
"You got out!?" the pilot cursed, his fist clenching.
"I have a gun attached to my arm."
"Oh, right."
They fell into silence again, and finally Cid grumbled, "Well, are you gonna get me out?"
With a half-amused bark, Barret answered, "It's the other side of the crate, Cid. Just push."
Shifting awkwardly in the small space, the man did as he was told, surprised to find no resistance when he pressed his hands against the wood. When the lid popped off and fell back, he crawled out, stretching his cramped legs and smiling at the light as it shone down heavenly from a small fixture above him.
Turning to face Barret, Cid grinned and stated, "They got us on an airship."
With a nod, Barret slipped off the crate he'd been sitting on and smirked back at Cid. "Yeah, they do."
"You know what this means?"
Cracking the knuckles of his human hand, the black man gave a nod and laughed. "Back to kicking ass, just like old times. You ready to fly this thing, 'cause I'm shooting whoever had the balls to lock us up in here."
"That's what I like to hear!"
Together, the gun-armed man and the sailor-mouth pilot took off, throwing the door of the cargo hold upward and marching down the metal floor of the airship. Oddly, Cid thought, eyeing his friend as he aimed his arm at different areas, no one had been waiting for them. In fact, nothing seemed out of place. The bridge that stretched across the empty space below them was completely lacking in scary, uniform-clad men with large guns strapped across their backs. If anything, Cid had expected some resistance. A guard at the very least.
"You gettin' the feelin' this is a trap?" Barret questioned, his voice like a growl. Cid nodded in return, wishing he had a clue where they'd put Venus Gospel before they crammed him in a crate like packaging peanuts.
"Keep your eyes peeled," he stated, making his steps quiet as they moved across the metal grating of the bridge. "This might be a regular cargo airship, which could explain the absence of guards. Maybe they're trying to be inconspicuous."
"Ha," Barret remarked dryly, "If that's all, they're a bunch of dimwits. You don't leave two members of AVALANCHE unattended, 'specially if one can blow a hole through his crate."
Their footsteps clinged against the floor, but everything else was silent. From the left, gears could be heard whirling as they moved in the engine, keeping the large vessel from falling. On the right, the sound of air whooshing past the ship drifted in from an open air balcony. Ahead, a door labeled "Control Room" gleamed at them.
"Here goes," Cid grunted, grabbing the handle and wrenching the door open as Barret shoveled in and opened fire, providing cover for the unarmed spear-wielder.
In seconds, the pilot had abandoned the controls, whipping around and drawing a machine gun from Gaia knew where. Barret continued his rapid fire assault, ducking behind a sheet of metal to shield his unprotected body while Cid rolled across the floor, jumping up and sweeping his leg into the other pilot's knees. The man narrowly avoided falling, using his momentum to rock himself backward and support his weight against the control board before he aimed at Cid.
Using his distraction, Barret shot the man in the knee cap, watching as he pitched forward and Cid rolled out of the way to keep from being crushed. Hopping to his feet, the pilot kicked the downed man's gun away and toward Barret, allowing him to collect the weapon.
Grinning triumphantly, Cid yeehawed and pumped his fist in the air. "Well, wasn't that easy?"
His mouth flew shut when a wave of soldiers descended on them.
Yuffie was cold and soaked, shivering unceasingly as the torrential downpour continued to attack her from above the line of trees. Her knees wobbled from constant running, always running, as she attempted to put as much distance between herself and Grimoire as possible.
With aching, burning calves, the ninja stumbled, feeling the heavy intimacy of fatigue beginning to weigh down on every bone, every muscle of her body. Her head sagged, feeling like a ton of bricks on top of her neck. The mud below her feet was slick, and she began to have trouble simply placing one foot in front of the other.
Inside her, she felt the pang of intense hunger set in. It had been quite a while since she ate. She never did get a chance to eat that soup Grimoire had made. And she was eating for two now, she had to remind herself.
It was moments like these when she wanted to throw herself into the mud and call it quits. Hopeless was not a word she liked to use, and rarely did she feel that way. Never did she give up, even when she thought that Meteor really would kill them all, Sephiroth would win, that Vinnie had really died during Omega…
But now he had, and the little ninja never felt more hopeless than before. She was carrying her baby, something she couldn't tell was human or not, and couldn't even take proper care of. With small, tremulous shivers, she wiped at the rain that was leaking down her face, mixing with her tears on the way down.
"Leviathan, I miss you so much, Vincent…"
"I'm sure he misses you as well, my dear."
The voice had the tired ninja alert and ready for battle in an instant, but when she saw the normal, human form of Mr. Valentine, her shoulders relaxed and she dropped her guard.
"Yuffie," he sighed, his eyes sad, "I believe I owe you some explanations. But first, let us get out of this rain before you catch your death."
Her mind kept telling her to run, that this man was dangerous and could transform at any minute… But so could Vinnie…
Allowing herself to be led away from the thicket, the kunoichi crept closer to the mysterious man, peeking at him every now and again from below her lashes. After a moment, she whispered, "Do you remember anything?"
He gave her a grim look, responding, "Far too much."
Not knowing how to take the information, Yuffie fell silent, keeping her eyes trained on the wet ground below her feet as they moved through the thick underbrush. Her mind kept wandering to that moment when she thought she had been in his arms again, when that stupid Chaos had tricked her!
And after everything… She thought she had…
Yuffie almost scoffed at herself. She thought she had what, become his friend? Sure, he'd helped her out a bit, but that was mostly for his own benefit. And who was she kidding? He was a demon! Demons were the evil creatures of the underworld designed specifically to trick people into committing sins, hence Vincent's need to eternally repent and atone.
And now her child was going to become that.
Bursting into fresh tears, Yuffie spun around and launched herself at Grimoire. The man stared at her in shock, obviously unsure of how to handle the crying woman. He stood still for a moment before awkwardly attempting to hold her. His poor attempt soothed her though.
I want Vinnie! I… I want mama! I want my baby girl… And Aerith… I want to be home in Wutai! I want everything to go away! The hurt, the sadness, anger, pain, death, heartache, betrayal, war, love, happiness, laughter, friends, family — I want it all to go away!
With large, scared eyes, Yuffie clung to Grimoire and begged, "Don't leave me! I'm lost and alone, and I don't know where my friends are or what's happening, and I'm so scared!"
It wounded her pride to admit it, but at the moment, she wanted nothing more than for someone to heal her hurt. She felt positively alone, like everything in the world was going wrong. She was broken, as broken as broken could be. With a pitying expression, the man crouched down next to Yuffie, peering into her red eyes.
"I'm not going to leave you, Yuffie."
With a sniffle, Yuffie whimpered, "Promise?" Everyone does…
He nodded, his eyes determined. Rising to full height, he patted her back soothingly and spoke, "When we find shelter, I will tell you what I have remembered. Will you tell me what happened to Vincent?"
Glancing up questioningly, Yuffie watched him until he explained, "You told me that the man you loved is dead, and that I remind you of him. Since then, you have spoken Vincent's name twice. Is it right to infer that he was the lover you spoke so fondly of?"
Her breath caught at the gunslinger's name, and she nodded, her eyes misting over once more. It still hurt so much to hear that name, to picture that face.
Her world had crumbled without the one man who had always been her support beam.
Quietly, she continued walking, her back to the man as she whispered, "He and I were good friends, comrades at first. We found him in a coffin in the basement of Shinra Manor… He said he needed to atone for his sins or some other crap that he always tried to feed us. He always said he was a monster.
"Anyways, we fought together for three years. They always partnered me up with him during missions because I talk too much and he didn't talk enough. We've always been the complete counterbalances for each other. After the Omega incident—" The blank look the man gave her made Yuffie pause. "Don't you know about Omega?"
Frowning, Grimoire negated, "I've never heard of it… I wasn't told much of anything that happened beyond lab tests and other such things."
"Lab tests?" Yuffie asked. Her stomach fluttered a little as she began to put two and two together. Had they done the same thing to Vincent's father as they'd done to him? Leviathan, she hoped not.
"It is how I became the way I am."
Hand flying to her mouth, Yuffie fought back another wave of tears. She'd always heard awful stores about what ShinRa had done to its "test subjects," Vincent being a testament of it. He'd always thought that Grimoire was dead, that Chaos had killed him. Wasn't it why Lucrecia had…
Oh Gaia. Things actually made sense now.
Grimoire smiled softly at the ninja, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder as he assured, "You need not cry for me, dear. It is all in the past. Come, we shall finish this somewhere else…"
With a small nod, the ninja followed the silent man, her tiny hand curling into a fist as realization set in.
Lucrecia lied to Vincent! She didn't feel guilty because of a lab incident that caused his father's death, she felt guilty because she used Grimoire as a lab rat and told Vince that he was dead!
If she hated that bitch before, oh, did she hate her now.
His blood burned. BURNED.
It was scalding, boiling inside his veins, searing his heart and melting his flesh. It was the same hot, scorching feeling he'd felt when he took on Sephiroth.
Soon, he felt as if he was blistering in his own clothes, itching to tear them off along with his skin, peel it straight off along with layers of fat, muscle, and other tissue. The weight of his buster sword in his hand felt comforting, like cool ice against his feverish body.
"You. Step. Away. From. Her," he repeated, his voice calmer and quieter than before, but infinitely more dangerous. He took one step, two steps, three and then he was standing right in front of the sick woman who'd dared to lay a hand on his Tifa.
She hurt Tifa… His Tifa… What if… What if he'd never gotten a chance to tell her the things that never were said? What if… What if she had died? What if she still would?
Raising the sword until the shining tip of it touched yielding skin, Cloud narrowed his eyes. "Step away from Tifa."
With a cackle, the redhead tossed her hair back, insisting, "Oh, but I can't let you do that, daaawwwlinnng. If you want the girl, you have to kill me for her."
"No problem," Cloud growled, slicing the sword through Rosso's neck. Or, at least, it was what should have happened. Unfortunately, the Tsviet moved with lightning speed and evaded the attack, her muscles bunching as she flipped over the swordsman and landed atop a lab table, leering at him. With a smirk she rose to a standing position, her blade in hand as she prepared to fight.
"You must be quicker than that, darling," Rosso cooed, her eyes flashing in amusement as she swung her blade outward and slashed at the swordsman's head. He ducked, raising his blade to meet with hers, the metal clashing and sparking as it grinded against its opposer. Cloud could feel the sheer power in the sword as it fought back, its flat length preventing the Tsviet from hitting him. His arms pressed forward while his knees bent, preventing him from moving from his spot.
"You wanna fight? We'll fight!" At that, Cloud recoiled from their standstill, slicing the sword under him and flipping it around until it was behind his back, ready to cut out and downward. Rosso skidded a few steps away, not prepared for his unexpected exit from the previous stance. In retaliation, she surged forward and stabbed at him, the swordsman narrowly escaping a bad blow by twisting his body and sending the Tsviet flying past him. He did not escape unscathed, though, for a glance down at his torso revealed a rather nasty gash that tore his clothes and revealed his pale skin, red spilling out of the cut.
Cloud parried as she swiped at him once more, her cruel eyes taking pleasure in the way he winced as she delivered a jab to his side with bruising intensity. He cut at her again, his side stinging as more blood continued to run down the length of his body. He managed to knick her this time, and she snapped back, her eyes flashing dangerously as she examined the thin line of blood forming on her thigh.
Rosso shrugged it off and flung her blade at Cloud, his Mako-blue eyes trained on the silver object as it spun in the air like a tornado. At the last second, he ducked his head, bringing the buster sword up to hit the blade head on and return it to Rosso much faster than she'd sent it.
The Tsviet launched herself away from the object, using a rack of test tubes to propel her body to the side. Subsequently, she cut herself off from her weapon.
Check and mate.
Before she could have time to lunge for her weapon, Cloud raced at her, a flurry of rapid slashes coming at the Tsviet from all sides. She dodged each one, taking a step back at a time as he continued to assault her with potentially lethal blows. Finally, he had her in a corner, her blade thrown carelessly to the side.
Glaring into the pitiless eyes of the Tsviet, the swordsman could see all of the pain she'd ever caused his comrades — no, his friends. She had attempted to kill Vincent once, participated in the death of his daughter and most likely himself, too, and continued to wreak havoc in the lives of AVALANCHE.
Pressing the sword against her neck, Cloud hissed, "This is for Yuffie!"
With a dark chuckle, she replied, "Oh, no, darling, this is!"
Everything around Cloud went dark. And then the screaming started.
Things had remained silent after Shera drifted off. Reeve repressed the urge to slam his forehead into the prison bars, figuring he'd have a better chance of survival if he didn't have a splitting headache and a slight skull fracture later.
Just when Reeve felt exhausted enough to slip into a fitful sleep, light flooded the room, and the commissioner stood, noticing for the first time that he was being kept in a large area, a corridor of cells leading off into the distance. Shera seemed to be five cells down on the opposite side.
From the sudden blinding light, Shelke emerged, her eyes as cold and emotionless as they had been when she was first discovered. Reeve couldn't help but feel a stabbing sensation of betrayal in his chest as he looked on at the woman he thought loved him.
"Shelke…"
"Release him," the Tsviet ordered, narrowing her icy, Mako-blue eyes. She clasped her hands behind her back, watching as a guard stepped forward and unlocked the gates from a side panel, sliding his card along a scanner and punching in a code. From the angle at which he was standing, Reeve could not detect the number sequence, but he could hear the beeps, each one a slightly different note.
Most people did not take Reeve as an incredibly intelligent man. It was true, he had many people working for him to do many jobs, but that was mainly for the sake of better efficiency and saving time. Reeve Tuesti was a man, however, who had created Cait Sith, worked as the urban developer of ShinRa, and who had a knack for anything electronic.
In short, if he could get a card and reach that panel, he'd be home free.
Before he could reflect very long on the lock sequence, calloused hands had gripped him by his shoulders, ripping him forward with careless force. Quickly, he righted himself, balancing well for a man who hadn't been able to see for who knew how long.
Shelke took one step toward the commissioner, her face devoid of any emotion as she examined him. It seemed she was looking for something, and after a minute the man sighed and demanded, "What is it, Shelke?"
Her eyes narrowed to slits, her lips curling back from her teeth as she snapped towards him and took strict, short steps forward until she was glaring up at him.
"You are the prisoner here, Tuesti! You are not asking the questions, I am!"
He couldn't help the pull of his lips as he pointed out, "It is quite difficult for your words to pack the stinging punch you intend when you are looking up at me and I am looking down at you. You barely reach my chest."
He knew it would probably make her angrier than she was, but he couldn't help calling attention to it. To his surprise, however, Shelke's eyes seemed to brighten just a notch, her lips twitching at the corner. It almost seemed like nothing had transpired between them and they were back home, planning their wedding.
Again, he felt the unbearable pain of having been betrayed by the woman he loved. He now knew how Vincent felt.
Turning to her guards, the Tsviet nodded at Reeve and ordered, "Take him out to the public. I have special plans for this one."
Reeve felt a chill run down his spine. Once more, there were hands squeezing his upper arms, carting him off down the corridor. He looked into Shera's cell as he passed, noticing that she must have awakened when Shelke entered. Her eyes were wide with worry and fear, and she crept forward a little, gripping the bars as they continued to march the commissioner away. He wanted to call out to her and tell her that everything would be fine, but he was afraid of calling attention to her, and judging by the thick, purple-ish yellow bruises on her normally flawless skin, she'd had enough attention to last a long time.
Cid was going to rip these guys apart.
When they'd finally reached the end of the hall (Reeve thought it would be fitting to call it the Grey Mile), large doors were tugged open, revealing what appeared to be an armory of sorts. Shelke appeared to take note of his intrigue, stating, "It is where the weapons are kept in the event of a war." When he raised his eyebrow at her, she continued, "We killed the guards, stormed the barracks, and stole the weaponry before blowing up the capitol city."
The nonchalant way in which she spoke reminded him of when she'd comment that the dinner they were eating was especially nice, or the wine complimented the steak well. It didn't at all fit the conversation; in fact, it was rather disturbing.
"And killed all of those innocents. Men, women… children." His eyes locked with hers, as if to say, You know what it's like, to only see death and destruction at a young age. Just look at what ShinRa did to you.
No remorse, no flicker of pain or guilt in those blue, blue eyes. She simply stared at him, her face betraying nothing.
At length, Reeve sighed and looked away, too much hurt and disappointment in his heart to continue gazing at her.
This was one of the shorter chaps (only 5000 words). I wrote it all and edited today, so it might be choppy. If you catch an error, please lets me know! :)
Are you all wondering how Vince is going to come back already? Haha, the only reason I haven't told y'all is because I keep forgetting o.o I'll try to squeeze it into the next one. I'm not sure when he makes his appearance, but I'll work on it!
Thank you all for reading! Please review, and I sincerely hope y'all enjoyed!