Shado: Sorry this took a while. I've been busy with college and all, but now that everything is kinda easy to squeeze in writing up chapters so this one I took my time.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Final Fantasy VII.
Chapter Three – The Powers of Friendship
"There can be no friendship where there is no freedom. Friendship loves a free air, and will not be fenced up in straight and narrow enclosures."
William Penn
=3=
Lieutenant Zack Fair could hardly contain himself as he skipped, more like hopped as a happy bunny, his way towards Angeal's apartment. He had just gotten the news that he made it into First Class SOLDIER.
First Class! Zack could hardly believe it! He finally made it!
And to add to his already excited delight, he was going to teach a class to the new upcoming recruits! He was so happy he could jump for joy, do cartwheels, and even throw his Hug of Terror (courtesy of Genesis) at the general.
Well, as tempting as it was, Zack knew he'd be sliced to pieces if he tried.
"Hey, Angeal! Guess what? I've got great news!" The young man shouted as he entered the apartment, unable to keep his legs still as he stood before the closed door.
"Oh dear goddess, it's the Bouncing Puppy of Doom." Genesis, who was leaning against the counter opposite of Angeal, commented with an evil smirk.
Zack pouted, but he was not going to allow the red commander's comments ruin his day. Nope, not today! No matter how many times Genesis would throw insults his way, Zack will not be fazed! It was a special day for him to celebrate, and he wanted to spend it with his friends. Even if it meant he was to spend time and bear with the fiery commander.
"Excuse me, Mr. Sarcastic, but I'm not gonna let your words hurt me today! I bet you're trying to sneak a few treats before 'Geal finishes his cooking." The lieutenant threw back.
Genesis frowned. "Actually, I was telling him about my trip to Kalm two days ago."
"Oh, right. Well sorry for barging in, but I got more important news!"
"Zackary, would you care to stop yelling in the apartment? My ears can only take so much of your howls." A different voice said from the couch.
"Oh, my bad Seph, I didn't see you there." Zack laughed nervously, trying to break the tension.
"Says the puppy who has the attention span of a five year old." Genesis snorted.
"Hey!"
"Zackary." Sephiroth hissed.
"That's enough, you three. I won't have this turn into another argument in my apartment." Angeal shook his head.
"So, Zack, what is it that you wanted to tell me?"
The lieutenant's well known grin came back with full force. Out of the three men, Angeal had always been the one who had enough patience for Zack's hyper activeness.
"I made it into First Class! Isn't that great? I'm one of you guys now!" Zack threw his arms up with joy.
"I figured that was your news. I was the one who recommended you to become a First, pup." Angeal laughed.
"Really? Oh, thanks Angeal!" The lieutenant ran over to the kitchen and threw his arms around his mentor.
"Down pup, I'm still making lunch here." Angeal laughed while gently pushing the younger man off of him.
Zack backed off, still grinning widely. His body was shaking from holding back his excitement, afraid he'd accidently knock something over if he danced his victory dance. Genesis briefly thought of a black tail wagging happily behind Zack. The image made the red commander chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Zack bounced his way towards Genesis, barely able to stop himself from running into him.
"Oh, nothing. I was just musing over the fact the pup has now become a dog. All you need is a wagging tail and ears popping up in your wild hair." Genesis quickly made his away to the other side of the room, at the same time avoiding Zack's tackle and sitting next to Sephiroth.
Zack landed comically on the floor where the red commander once stood.
"Ow! Angeal!" The pup cried.
"So long as nothing is broken, you can get up by yourself pup." Angeal shook his head.
"Are you positive he's ready for First?" Sephiroth raised a brow.
"He'll grow into the role in time."
"Tch. I doubt he'll survive a Midgar Zolom." Genesis commented.
"I can too!" Zack pouted as he sat up on the floor, rubbing his sore chin.
"And I can sprout wings." The red commander rolled his eyes.
Feeling another argument coming along, Angeal decided now was a good time to change the subject.
"So, Genesis, you were saying something about meeting someone in Kalm?"
"Yes, you were going on about this person as…cute, I believe was your word?" Sephiroth tilted his head at the red commander.
"Kalm? Why was he at Kalm? Nothing's happening there, right?" Zack frowned, recalling a rebellious group that took Kalm hostage not long ago. "And what's this about a cutie?"
"Nothing that was too serious. Well, SOLIDER standards that is, but the Turks needed a First to keep an eye over things. They believe that the assassin Gunslinger murdered the mayor of Kalm." Genesis shrugged, not entirely interested of his previous mission.
"And the 'cutie', as you said, he just happened to be passing by when I was bored. He's adorable in every meaning of the word." The red commander smirked, now in a better mood.
"Adorable? That's a change, Gen. You normally don't go for the cute type." Angeal raised a thick brow. "What makes this one so special?"
"Something…I don't know, there's just something special about him. I don't think I could go for him in a romantic relationship, however. I don't seem to be his type." Genesis' face darkened at the revelation.
"Oh? And how do ya know that? You've only met him once, right?" Zack tilted his head.
"He's adorable, too adorable, and too pure. Let's face it, I'll ruin him." Genesis sighed dejectedly, shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Sounds like you really care about this one." Sephiroth commented.
"Yeah, I just know he'd go more for the silent and careful type. I'm obnoxious and too judgmental."
"Wow, you're really feeling for this kid. Did you at least get a name?" Angeal inquired. It was rare for Genesis to admit his less admirable traits, let alone state just what type someone else was interested in without a curse following seconds after.
It was common behavior of Genesis. If something caught his eye, the red commander immediately made claim to that object. Most of the time his interests would lie on books of poetry or some well written book that met his standards, but there was the rare cases of people that caught his interest.
Sephiroth happened to be one of them. Genesis was instantly fascinated with him, but he knew right off the bat that they wouldn't make it on a romantic relationship level. They were polar opposites of the extreme, it would never work out. To compensate, Genesis offered the friends with benefits deal. They would have their fun, and then the next morning go about their business like nothing happened. It took some time for the general to cave, and since then they've rarely fought over simple little things.
Angeal couldn't be more thankful. Although he despised the 'friends with benefits' sort of thing, it actually helped the two come to an understanding of each other. For a while Angeal was the only one who saw that it was because of their social differences that was what caused major misunderstandings and nearly ending their friendship. At the very least he no longer had any migraines when stressed over any possibility of trying to get the two make up.
"Unfortunately, no, I didn't. However I gave him an application for SOLDIER with my signature on it. I could just tell that underneath the adorable chocobo façade, there's a warrior lying dormant in there." Genesis' smirk returned with an aura of a sly fox. "He's almost worth to be my pupil. It all depends on him, if he actually applies."
"Chocobo?" Zack perked at his favorite bird.
"You're considering on taking on the responsibility of actually taking someone under your wing? With the way you teach, he'd better be tolerant with your attitude." Angeal shook his head.
Honestly. He couldn't remember how many times frightened cadets came running to him to stop a raging Genesis from burning them into crisp overcooked flesh. Angeal was never one to turn down a cry of help, which was why most of the cadets ran to him instead of Sephiroth or the director. If Angeal didn't happen to be around, then the cadets ran to the indoor Shin–Ra pool and ducked under the water when Genesis threw fireballs at them. It was a good defensive tactic.
"His hair made me think of the behind of a chocobo, but cuter. So if you see blond spikes sticking out in the crowd you'll know it's him." Genesis half turned over the couch to stare at his friend in the kitchen. "Like I said, it all depends on him. I could tell he was wary, yet at the same time curious when we talked."
The other three men stored away a mental note of Genesis' description. It wouldn't be that hard to spot the boy anyway.
"You sure he wasn't curious about a possibility of you two happening?" The pup hinted with a wide grin.
"No, puppy. He wasn't interested until I asked him if he ever thought of joining SOLDIER." The red commander rolled his eyes.
"And to top it off you gave him an application, with your signature. I'm sure the director will have a field trip when he sees that paper." Sephiroth chuckled smoothly, a playful smirk made itself known.
Genesis laughed along with the general. "Oh, I'm sure he'll at first think it was a forgery. But once he compares signatures, he'll probably have a heart attack."
This time Angeal allowed himself to laugh with them, all the while shaking his head. Zack grinned happily, silently enjoying the rare interaction between the three warriors. It was a first time he'd seen Sephiroth so relaxed. And the hot headed Genesis wasn't aiming fire balls at him for once. And Angeal was just Angeal. He always liked to cook lunch for his friends, even dinner during special occasions.
With a wide grin Zack joined the other two men on the couch. He decided to be careful and sat on the other side of the general, as far away from Genesis as possible. With Sephiroth between them Zack hoped that Genesis wouldn't attempt to throw a Hell Firaga at him.
His hopes paid off, for the rest of the day went by rather well. It was one of the last lazy days for Zack Fair.
=3=
Time passed too quickly for Cloud. The recruiting days were two weeks after he was given the application. During that time Vincent had worked him overtime, lesson after lesson of building up his endurance and stamina. Beast had always praised his pupil for having the best of both, where he would need them in replace of his lack of strength.
Cloud stood, patiently waiting with the other Recruits for their instructor to show up. Once he gathered with the other recruits at Midgar. The young boys handed in their applications and were each measured and handed a uniform. With so many recruits Shin–Ra has to take up a whole week to review each application. The idea was that the first week was a test to see if anyone had any potential, and to get rid of the weak ones that couldn't survive the first week of training.
Vincent had helped Cloud with writing down the information. Almost everything that was written down was the truth, only changing the place of his birth. With Beast's hacking skills it was easy to make the change on the birth records in case the Turks tried to dig up more information. Father was always paranoid about the Turks, something Cloud always found strange but never questioned the matter.
And as much as the blond wished to go back, to give more time between them he knew he couldn't. Father prepared him best he could for the harsh reality of the harsh treatment of Recruits.
"Hold your head high, but do not make eye contact if you feel threatened. Avoid the dangers of others as much as possible. It'll be easier once you find a friend, someone who will help you without any payback. Once you're comfortable you may voice your opinions. But Cloud, promise me you'll never draw attention to yourself. Six months of training may seem nothing to you but trust me, their methods are harder and they will drill you to the ground. Just bear with it, and always use your endurance and stamina to your advantage. You'll be fine, I know you will." Father spoke fondly to him on their last day.
Just thinking about three days before now almost brought tears to his eyes again. Cloud blinked them away just in time when the instructor walked in. The sheer size of him intimidated the blond, and he willed his mind not to panic and just concentrate on breathing. The instructor's body was built all with muscle, his arms so large he had to walk like a crab just to fit through the door.
His face was hardened with years of fighting. And even there were hint of grey in his hair, his eyes held the youth he used to be. This man was a war veteran, Cloud realized.
The instructor spat on the feet of a recruit near the blond. The frightened boy flinched. But to his credit the boy didn't take a step back, still holding his head high. Cloud silently praised the kid's guts.
"Ya'll a bunch of pussies, the whole lot of ya! Each year the recruits git littler and younger, and this damn company expects all of ya to become the finest SOLDIERs when yer all barely fifteen! Hah! We'll see about that once I drill yer pretty asses to the dirt!" The man eyed the group before him like a wolf contemplating which lamb to snatch.
"The whole lot of ya will be packing by the end of the week. If yer still here by the weekend, then ya better pray to Gaia for endearin' the next six months of havin' yer asses handed to ya! I will not tolerate tardiness, I will not tolerate any of yer bitchin' attitudes, and most of all I will NOT tolerate quitters!"
A few of the recruits were shaking in fear. The instructor's voice was loud and demanding. Even Cloud was shaking a little in his boots.
"The name's Clemens, Sergeant Clemens. Ya'll better get it right, none of the damn excuses of not rememberin' yer own instructor's name, ya hear me?"
"Sir, yes sir!" The recruits stiffened.
"Good, now drop down and give me fifty!"
The scrambled to the floor and did as they were told. Many of them were rushing to get the pushups done and over with, but Cloud took his time. He didn't move too slowly or too fast, just at his own pace that suited well for his body.
He briefly registered Clemens yelling at the other recruits that have collapsed. The man would walk around and pause at the recruits who were too slow or about ready to give up. Cloud paid no mind at the instructor. He noticed that the recruit Clemens spat at earlier was keeping equal pace with him.
The blond casually glanced at his neighbor, blue eyes met mischievous brown. Their shape reminded Cloud of Vincent's almond shaped ones, but without the red irises.
They shared a passing smile, before looking away to avoid being yelled at when the instructor passed near them. Clemens paused before them, watching with interest as they worked in an easy and equal pace. He grinned crookedly.
"If the two of ya are this good at other exercises, then both of ya will fit right in Shin–Ra." Clemens then crossed his arms. "But ya better be faster than this later on or yer out."
Cloud felt the urge to protest, and quickly held it back. Father warned him to stay low, and the blond knew he had no other choice in the matter. Better to avoid conflict as much as possible than fight back and be punished for it.
Still, he couldn't help but feel resentful that he had to abide to rules rather than his will.
=3=
An agonizing hour and a half later, Cloud was exhausted. Even with Father's years of harsh training, the blond had never felt so sore and sweaty in his life. What he hated the most was the smell, which spread quickly and thickened the atmosphere due to the large amount of people present in a small room.
What's worse was that he couldn't wash the filth away until after the last class was over. And he had three more to go. Why in the world would anyone schedule the field training as the first class of the day? As a cadet in training, Cloud simply had no choice of what classes to take. Instead the higher ups choose the schedule, no favors, and no favorites.
In the hopes to have some relief, Cloud headed towards the bathroom to wash his face and hair in the sink. Since his hair naturally defied gravity the spikes were always light and feathery, he hardly noticed them at all. But when they're glistening from sweat and dried without a wash, the spikes became annoying. They would feel heavy on his head even though they stood up at all angles. And sometimes his head would feel itchy.
As he awkwardly dipped his head into the sink in an attempt to wash his hair, he noticed the other boys making whistles and cat calls at him. Cloud frowned, realizing he was pretty much bending over in the restroom. It didn't help he was naturally pleasing to the eye, with his small and feminine frame.
He heard one of them coming closer. Dreading the thought of being cornered Cloud quickly straightened and whirled around. In his haste some of the dripping water from his hair sprayed the oncoming young man's face. He drew back in surprise, eyes glaring at the blond as if he just slapped his face.
The group that surrounded and followed the boy that tried to make a pass at Cloud grew tense and began leering at him. For a few heartbeats Cloud felt that the first warning Father had told him before their departure had just been broken.
Just as they began to circle him a different boy intervened. The blond blinked upon recognizing the figure that stood between them. It was the boy he shared a smile with earlier in class.
"If you wish to corner him, then would you at least have the decency of doing so one on one? Or if you'd like, I can fight you over him." The boy smirked in confidence.
The group glanced at each other, appearing nervous. After a tense moment they backed off and walked out. With a smile of his victory, the boy turned and offered his hand to the blond.
"I apologize if I offended you. It was the only way they could back off." His smile was fonder this time. "My name is Xaoli."
"Cloud." The blond nodded, accepting the hand with a shake.
Xaoli chuckled. "Interesting name, yet it somehow suits your aura."
"Aura?" Cloud blinked, tilting his head.
"It comes in handy to read auras. They reflect your personality, your values, and your life as a whole. However, I have trouble reading yours. It's so complicated. But I sense you have a kind heart." Xaoli grabbed for a towel and handed offered it to the blond.
"Thanks." The blond accepted it and began to rub his head with it in an attempt to dry.
"Your hair looks like a mop." Xaoli commented.
"It's always like that." Cloud replied with a chuckle.
"How can you stand it? And is it natural like that?"
The blond shrugged. "It's always been like this. Father didn't bother to spend time on flattening them."
Xaoli blinked. "You speak highly of your father, it seems."
"He's my father, why would I disregard all that he's done for me?" Cloud furrowed his eyebrows.
"I never said anything about disregarding your father."
The blond frowned. He came to realize that Father was right. His world centered only on Vincent, and he failed to realize the social lives of other people. He literally had no idea how to interact with others.
"Sorry. I come from a very remote area. We're kinda cut off from the rest of the world." Cloud smiled nervously.
"There's no need to apologize. You didn't do any harm. But if you wouldn't mind, we work together to survive here?" It was a pact of understanding. Xaoli helps Cloud and return, he helps Xaoli.
It was a natural act of survival. What confused the blond was, why would anyone want to harm Xaoli? He seemed decent enough, and intelligent enough to get out of any situation Gaia threw at him.
"May I ask why you'll be threatened here?" Cloud couldn't hold back his curiosity.
Xaoli gave him a surprised look. "Here I thought my name would have given away my origins. Where did you grow up?"
"Rocket Town. It's sitting in the middle of nowhere, really. But Father and I traveled all over the place for a while." The blond shrugged.
"Have you ever been to Wutai?" Xaoli pressed.
"For a short time, all I remember is the harsh humidity. It was shortly before the war…" It was then Cloud realized that Xaoli was from Wutai.
And Shin–Ra was still at war with Wutai.
'Should I agree to this? His ethnicity will cause problems, but I have no problem with him. As a bonus I can maybe learn more about Wutai, and he might be a valuable person to have as a friend.' Cloud felt grim about this situation, but found that eventually he'll accept it.
"Sure, let's compare schedules." The blond finally nodded.
As luck would have it, they shared the first two classes together. Training and Battle Strategies, but their third classes were different. And to make this even more strange, they were chosen as roommates with two other people they had not met yet.
Cloud knew then that he wouldn't be able to turn Xaoli's offer down even if he wanted to.
'Oh well, at least I'm not alone.' The blond allowed a smile.
=3=
Director Lazard sat in his chair, going through the files of the new recruits that needed a second opinion about. Usually his department handled the files, but if there were any that were suspicious or needed his attention they'd send them over to his office.
Usually this was no problem, since there were very few to begin with. Most of the time the problem lies with a recruit's missing birth records, or any other records required for the program. And if he couldn't come up with the needed papers he'd then send the file to the Turks. That rarely happens in its own accord.
But today was different.
As he sat down in his office chair, he noticed there were at least twenty files on his desk. There seemed to be twice as many this year than before, but he couldn't really complain. Going through the files and taking care of whatever problem there was didn't take too much time on his part. So he opened the first file and began to work.
First five were easy, nothing too serious. Then he came upon two files in particular. He opened up the first one, and was greeted with a picture of a young man with spiky blond hair and big, expressive blue eyes. Lazard then raised an eyebrow of the name.
"Cloud Strife? It's almost just as bad as Genesis." The director said aloud to himself.
With that in mind the director began to read the file. He had read halfway through when Lazard started to question why this was handed to him in the first place. The boy's records seemed real enough. There was nothing wrong with them as far as he could see. And there was nothing of real importance he could see.
So, deciding to save time he skimmed through the last half. And that was when he came upon the signature on the last page. Lazard happened to be sipping his coffee at the very moment, and almost spat it out onto his desk.
The director gulped down the hot liquid, almost burning his throat. At the moment he couldn't care less, for the signature of Genesis Rhapsodos on a recruit file was nothing short of a surprise.
'So this is why it was handed to me. They wanted to be sure this wasn't a forgery. I know his signature anywhere. I can easily verify this is authentic.' This, he could tell, really was.
But just to be safe Lazard set the file aside for later, to send it over to the Turks once he was done. The next file was just as surprising. Upon opening it up he knew exactly why it was sent.
"This is a problem. I'm not even sure if this should have been sent to me." Lazard frowned.
He set the file of Xaoli Lung on top of Cloud Strife's to read more thoroughly later.
=3=
Zack stood in his 'classroom', anxiously waiting for the recruits to arrive. Some of them were already here, talking amongst themselves in their little groups. But for the first time the lieutenant was nervous. He was used to socializing with everyone no matter the circumstance, but this was something completely different.
He is after all going to teach the recruits about Battle Strategies of all things, when all Zack ever did was just jump right in and fought his way out. But the good part was that later on he'll teach them how to handle the swords, and how effective strategies are with them. Zack wished now they were at that moment in their teaching.
The First was hoping he'll do fine, since he'll be teaching a topic that was one of his biggest weaknesses in battle. He was sure the director gave him this position just to teach him a lesson or something along those lines.
Zack was brought out of his thoughts when he realized the recruits have stopped talking. He looked at the clock, they still had a few minutes left. Why were they quiet?
Then he realized they weren't looking at him, but at the two recruits that just walked into the room. Following their gaze Zack nearly screamed for joy at the sight of one of the two recruits at the door.
The kid with chocobo blond hair, still damp from a quick wash in the sink Zack guessed, with the prettiest blue eyes he had ever seen. All day he'd been keeping an eye out for him, and how lucky he was that the kid was in his class! Zack grinned widely in excitement. His day had just gotten better.
"Ok, attention people! Let's round up and get moving! Line up single file. I don't care squat about how you line up in alphabetical order or by random, let's move! Chop chop people!" Zack clapped his hands together to get them to listen, which helped ease the tension in the air.
They swarmed like chickens without their heads as they scrambled to line up in neat rows. The First couldn't really blame them. They were probably still traumatized from their previous class.
Zack kept an eye on the blond hair that stood out in the crowd, who stood proudly in the front. Out of everyone else he seemed to be a little more relaxed, staring ahead with a calm and blank expression. Zack then noticed that the boy the chocobo came in with was next to him.
'Whoa, he looks like Tseng…' The First blinked. 'What's a kid from Wutai doing in a place like this?'
The kid's hand twitched, but otherwise didn't show his discomfort of being scrutinized. And the blond shifted, obviously doing his best not to turn his gaze to the boy next to him.
'Are they friends?' Zack wondered, but quickly pushed the distraction out of his mind. The First turned his attention to the whole class.
"Listen up, I'm not gonna be too strict with you this first week. However, that doesn't mean you get a free pass to slack off. If you decide to play around and not do as I say, then you're out. I'm a nice guy, so you get a warning. You get two, and I'll keep a very good eye on you. A third lands you out of this class and a major flaw on your record. Got it?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Cut the 'sir' business, and call me Uncle Zack! Or just Zack, whichever you prefer." He grinned.
A couple of the recruits snickered, not fully able to hold back their laughter. Even Spiky cracked a smile.
"Sir, yes sir!" The class still chanted, although half heartedly. The urge to laugh was still evident in their faces.
"I'm serious guys. Calling me 'sir' makes me feel old." Zack pouted, crossing his arms.
This time they couldn't hold back any longer. Nearly the whole class burst out laughing. The little chocobo actually covered his mouth in a sad attempt to hide his soft laugh, his bright smile. Zack inwardly beamed at the adorableness of the whole gesture.
Once everyone calmed down the air seemed free of tension. It was exactly what Zack aimed for. Angeal told him to just be himself, and if Zack knew anything best he knew that laughter was the best way to ease the mind. The first wanted to do a little victory dance at his success.
"Ok, now that you're all relaxed, it's time to get down to business. On the top of your head, who can tell me how important a strategy is in battle?"
A kid in the back raised his hand.
"Go, kid."
"Strategies help plan how to win the battle?" He inquired, unsure of his answer.
"That's true, but there's more to than just winning. Anyone else would like to add anything?" Zack asked.
The kid the First noted was from Wutai tentatively raised his hand.
"Kid down in front."
The Wutain frowned at being called a 'kid', but refrained from complaining.
"A strategy is to understand one's enemies, and understand how many you're facing and how many are with you. Depending on the numbers, you could easily overtake the enemy or you'll have to use whatever is necessary to catch your opponents by surprise." He spoke with his head held high.
Zack couldn't help but nod in agreement.
"That's a good observation. But there's still something missing. Anyone wanna take a crack at what it is?"
After a moment of hesitation, the blond raised his hand.
"Go ahead, Spiky." Zack smiled at the flushed cheeks.
"Is it that, if there was ever a situation where your strategy doesn't turn out the way you planned, you always have a backup plan? And if there was no other way to survive, before you make your attack you examine your surroundings and take note to any possible exit routes that will give you the advantage?"
Zack stared in awe. If the blond hadn't spoken in his nervous tone, he would have sounded just like a SOLDIER.
The first grinned, which eased the chocobo's mind and relaxed. Zack now knew why Genesis had a feeling about this little blond having a warrior inside him.
'I can't wait to tell everyone when the day is over!'
=3=
Shado: There ya go! Zack is here, along with Angeal and Sephiroth. And a brief part with Lazard. That tiny part will come into play a little later, as well as a few other hints throughout the chapter. As to what those hints are, I won't tell xD
Xaoli Lung: To pronounce his first name, first, has anyone ever seen the show Xaolin Showdown? It was cute, and funny back in its prime. Anyway, try to pronounce his name like Xaolin, but without the "n" part. And to save you the trouble of looking up its meaning, Xaoli means "intellectual" and Lung means "dragon". I thought it seemed cool, at least to me. I first wanted to name him Feng, but I scratched that out cuz 1) it's awfully close to Fang in FF13 and 2) it reminds me of Tseng, even though they're pronounced completely different.
I think that's all I needed to clear up. So, please, click the lovely review button below and tell me what you think!