Don't Look Back – Chapter 24

Life Is Sweet

((Haku's POV))

This was odd. Really odd. It's been almost two weeks since Kallisto attacked, and there hasn't been any sign of her or her forces anywhere within one hundred miles of the bathhouse. Is it her habit to run away and hide like this? And what was the whole deal with poisoning the water supply? It didn't harm many of us, and it was really easy to recover from.

After about thirty minutes of thinking the same things and coming up with nothing new, I got up from my desk and went up to my father's rooms. While walking to the elevator, Perun came out.

"Oh, hey Haku." He said, giving me a wave, walking down the hall to Amaya's room. My visit to my father could be delayed long enough to tease my brother. I turned around and smirked at him. He frowned, "Oh no… what are you thinking now? You smirking is a dangerous sign."

"Aw, that hurts." I replied sarcastically, holding a hand to my heart. "I was just inquiring as to where you were headed."

"I'm going to see Amaya… is that bad?"

My smirk grew bigger, "Oh no, that's absolutely fine. Just make sure you keep the volume down to a minimum, alright?"

"Su-" he began, but his face immediately went red when he got my underlying suggestion. "HAKU!"

I laughed and hopped into the elevator. "Make her happy!" I called back in a cheery voice before the elevator doors closed.

Life is sweet.

"Good! Quicker next time Chihiro!" My father called, followed by a sword striking another. "Whoa! But watch where you're swinging!"

Chihiro laughed, "You told me to do that Kentoku!"

"Yes but that was really close!" he retorted, the both of them laughing. I leaned against the doorway and watched them, well, mostly Chihiro. She was naturally graceful, but that's not what I saw. She didn't move like water, and she wasn't fast as the wind. She was just her, giving the art of swordplay a new flare. She had her flaws, I caught a few, but that didn't matter. She could do it, and that's what made me proud.

No longer was she the ten-year-old child that I helped get a job. That Chihiro is long gone, only to be replaced by a young and enchanting woman. That woman is still there, but she has changed so much. She knows that nothing comes easy, and you have to work for what you want. She knows even more so now that war isn't pretty and sacrifices have to be made. She understands what life's all about. I know that if she hadn't looked back that day ten years ago, she wouldn't be the woman she is today. I assume she would still be slightly whiny, but with a backbone. I knew that she would never find who she was back there in the human world. She belonged here. Chihiro enjoyed the colors and magic of this place. I can't imagine life without her, and I'm sure neither can the rest of the bathhouse.

Heck, even Kentoku would miss her. She brings out the younger man in him so easily. She's like the daughter he never had. I smiled at the thought. 'Oh, she'll be his daughter soon enough. He'll have two to be exact.'

"Good, good! Now, try that again." Kentoku said, taking a guard stance.

Chihiro's shoulders sagged. "Again? But if it was good why do I have to do it again?"

"That's the whole idea of being a swordsman." I called out, coming into the room. "Being a swordsman allows you to move and fight without you thinking about what you're doing. The moves and patterns are supposed to come to you. But you can't do them without thinking unless you can do them in your sleep."

"Oh." She said quietly, and Kentoku smiled.

"Well, I think that shut her up, what about you?"

She spun around and glared at my father, "Hey!"

He chuckled as he handed his sword over to me. "She's all yours."

Chihiro paled. "Wh… what?" she asked weakly.

I smiled sadly. No doubt she heard why I didn't want to teach her in the first place. I looked at my father in the eye. "Are you sure?"

"Did you not see her?" he asked me sternly, "She's ready. Why can't you just do it?"

I sighed, and took the hilt of the sword. He let it go, bowed to us, and then left the room. I looked at Chihiro with a sad smile. "You're going to hate me."

"That's exactly what Kentoku said," She told me, "and I never really hated him."

"You may not hate me, but you'll definitely be mad." I told her gravely. Chihiro was about to protest, but she saw the look in my eyes and nodded. I leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek. Who knows when I'm going to get one of those in after this.

My temper hadn't surfaced once. Chihiro made extra careful to pay attention and do everything correctly. I wanted to hug her, I really did. But I feel like she's not getting in real training…

"Chihiro." I said, lowering my sword.

She looked up at me, thinking I was mad. "Yes?" she asked in a shaky voice.

I smiled sadly. "I'm not mad," I assured her, "but I think you've really got this. Do you wish to duel?"

She looked at me, slightly startled. "Um… why not?"

I smiled and took my stance, and she followed my example. We squared off, and I came at her, hard. She danced back and stopped all of my blows. Then, she slipped to the ground and rolled. Not expecting her to do that, I spun around and raised my blade to block hers in the space of a few seconds. That shook me up a bit. She was a lot faster than I thought she was, and she definitely knew a few tricks. Well… two could play that game.

Now I was on the defense, but I hooked her sword around the hilt, and attempted to get it out of her grasp, but it failed.

She tightened her grip, and forced my blade down, then flicked hers to the side. In utter shock, I watched my sword fly from my hand, and hers snake up to rest in front of my throat.

Note to self: she's good.

After the duel, I searched for my father to ask him the question that originally led me downstairs anyway. I found him in the practice room across the hall, coaching Perun. No fair… I wanted coaching. I tossed that thought aside and called out to him. The sparing stopped and Kentoku looked up at me.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if I could have a word with you."

He shrugged and sheathed his sword. "I don't see why not." He came over an stood before me, sweating slightly from swordplay, "What do you need me for?"

"Is this normal?"

"What?"

"For Kallisto to be gone this long? It been nearly two weeks!"

To my surprise, he actually laughed, "Son, she's known to disappear for a year or two. She usually lets you know, don't worry. I told Yubaba that she might be gone for an extended period of time, and she went… well… wild. I think she's planning some sort of ball…"

My face paled. "A ball. You let Yubaba plan a ball?"

"Is that a bad thing?"

I sighed and rubbed my temple, "That really depends. The first ball she planned resulted in the Druids almost kidnapping me."

His eyes widened slightly, "Really? I believe I have not heard this story. May I hear it?"

I told him the quick version, but not leaving anything important out. My father smiled at the image of Chihiro summoning fire dragons. "So… how exactly does she do it?"

"I haven't the faintest idea. That's something you'll have to ask her."

"So… you've seen them?"

"I have… why?"

"What do they look like?"

I was a little curious as to why he was asking, but I answered it anyway, "Well, they look like me except-"

"Well that doesn't help me. I haven't seen you as a dragon."

My eyes widened, "You've got to be kidding me! Has Perun?"

"I don't believe so…" Kentoku replied, wondering where this train of thought would lead me.

I focused my energy, and I slowly melded into my dragon form. But before he could get a full view of me, I flew off. I flew in front of Perun, who was doing forms and gave him a pretty good scare. Watching him fly back out of surprise and scream is priceless. I noticed Chihiro come in when she heard Perun scream, and I mentally smiled. I flew toward her and Perun saw what was going on. Except, well, he didn't know it was me.

"Chihiro! Watch out!" he cried, pointing to my white blur. She saw me and smiled. She jogged to the center of the room and watched me circle her from a distance. In an instant, I was by her side with my back feet on the ground, while my front feet where on her right shoulder. My head extended above hers, and I looked like a dragon claiming his prize. Perun informed me of this later, which got a blush out of me, much to his amusement.

Until then, he was starring at me in amazement, and Kentoku nodded in approval. To make fun of Perun further, I looked at him and growled. He jumped, and everyone laughed. I smiled, well, it looked like I was baring my teeth. I assumed everyone knew that, but evidently Perun didn't. He took a few steps back, and Chihiro put an end to my teasing.

"Oh Haku, for goodness sake! He gets it all ready! Now, come down here." I lowered my head for her, and she began to scratch in between my horns. My eyes closed in pleasure… that felt good. Perun laughed at my expression, and I snapped my teeth. That shut him up.

((Chihiro's POV))

Well… it's official. The ball is on. We're dead sure that Kallisto isn't going to be attacking for at least a month or two, and that's completely fine with us. The actual ball is tonight, and everyone is pumped and ready to go. I'm just sacred because we are required to dance with two men. So that means with one man, I get to embarrass myself and show him how bad I am at dancing. How come Haku never took me up on those dancing lessons? Oh dear… I guess it's a little too late to ask for them now…

I smoothed my dress nervously and looked at myself in the mirror. I was sick of wearing reds and golds. I wanted to wear something soft, not bright. After looking and last minute alterations, I had the dress that I wanted. It was pale lavender ball gown that brushed the floor. It was strapless and hugged my figure and poofed out at my waist. Under my bosom was a silver clasp that held together a piece of light pink fabric. It wrapped all around me and ended about an inch where the actual dress did. It didn't wrap all the way around me, so you could still see the lavender beneath. The pink had silver trim, accenting the transition of colors. My long hair had been trimmed and was pilled elegantly on top of my head. Kasumi had been an angel and did it for me, adding numerous sparkles so my hair glimmered no matter what angle the light caught it at.

Amaya was a vision. She had taken her element and was practically wearing it. The entire top half of her dress was consisted of embroidered pink flowers. The flowers stopped at her hips, and a dull but beautiful green fell down and trailed behind her. Her blonde hair was down, but once again, Kasumi had outdone herself. Amaya's hair had been straightened to perfection, and a pink flower was pinned up in her hair.

I was surprised when Yubaba said that Rin was to dress up. She said that Rin was her best worker, and had saved Kentoku. Therefore, she was to be a normal guest. Rin herself was shocked beyond all belief, but went along with the show. She was actually in a dress, and a beautiful one at that.

It was a black and white halter dress with numerous flowers of many different varieties. It had a corset like tying in the back, and she was a little uncomfortable about that, but Kasumi forced her into it anyway. The interesting thing was that the bottom of the dress wasn't the same as the top. Where Rin's shins were, the black and white flower material stopped. Instead, plain white material fell to the floor. It fit her like a glove, and Amaya actually applauded. Kasumi had wanted to do her hair, but Rin protested. In the end, she won. Amaya and I starred at her when she came out of the bathroom after five minutes of doing her hair.

There was no way she did that in five minutes.

Her waist length hair was out of its low ponytail… and curled! Dark brown hair cascaded down her back in curly waves and framed her face with an unmatched grace. I smiled at the vision that was the woman I looked up to as an older sister. "You look beautiful Rin."

The older woman blushed and looked down at her hands. "Thank you." She murmured.

Amaya clapped her hands together, startling Rin and me. "Now! Time for make-up!"

"Make-up?" Rin and I squeaked.

She laughed, "Yes, make-up! Come on, you guys have worn it before!" When neither of us answered, Amaya looked at us in bewilderment. "You mean you have never worn make-up! Oh what a sin! Follow me ladies, it's time to transform you!"

((End POV))

The music was loud and everyone was dancing with a partner of their choice, and enjoying the temporary peace that had shown itself. No one knew when Kallisto would return, but right now, people didn't care. Haku and Perun were talking and enjoying a glass of wine when Yubaba clapped her hands. The music died down, and everyone stopped dancing, looking up at the mistress of the bathhouse.

"This is certainly a time to celebrate. Peace has found us amidst this chaos, yet we still stand strong. Let us relax, but not forget that not everything is back to normal. But don't let the topic of war be talked about tonight. Let the conversations be filled with joy and hopes of this peace we've found. I hate to say it, but let there be gossip again! The bathhouse maids seem so depressed without the knowledge of who's seeing whom. Let this bathhouse become what it once was in hopes that this war may soon end!"

Cheering followed. No one cheered because they had to, but because they wanted to. Everyone wanted to see this peace last, and they would do anything to achieve it. Even Haku cheered along with everyone else. But he should have known there was a catch.

Yubaba raised her hands again, and the cheering and chatter ceased. "And what a better way to celebrate with a feast! Let this be a merry night, filled with laughter and dancing! And of course, someone needs to open the dances! Of course, there are three men who would fit the part, and I can't possibly choose which one. So, all three shall dance!"

The warriors, maids, and some customers that had begun filtering back to the bathhouse cheered. Haku looked at Perun with a slight amount of fear.

"What is she doing?" Perun asked his older brother.

Haku shrugged, "I have no idea Perun… but I don't like where this train of thought is going…"

"She wants us to lead the opening dances." Kentoku said, coming up behind his sons, supporting his own glass of wine.

Perun's eyes widened, "Oh please say that this is some kind of joke."

"How I wish it was." His father answered, downing the rest of his glass. "If I'm dancing, I'm going to need another one of these."

"NOW!" Yubaba cried, "Can Lord Kentoku, Haku, and Perun please come forward?"

Kentoku closed his eyes and sighed as Haku laughed, "I guess your second glass will have to wait."

As the three men stepped onto the platform, everyone cheered. Yubaba held out a hat to them and shook it slightly. "In here you will find a few names of people that I have picked who would be excellent dance partners. Of course, each of you, well, rather Haku and Perun, will dance with their ladies."

"And I'm free game." Kentoku said in a monotone voice, crossing his arms.

The witch smiled, "Exactly! Now, I would volunteer you, but I think Haku's the best dancer."

Haku had been taking a sip of his wine, and nearly chocked, "I beg your pardon?"

Perun laughed and slapped his brother on the back. "All right! Draw a name Haku!"

"Both of you suck." He growled, handing his glass to Perun, but Kentoku grabbed it before Perun even touched it.

"And this shall be my second glass!" he said with a flourish, and took a sip. Everyone laughed, and Haku frowned.

"Fine." He muttered, reaching into the hat. He closed his eyes and prayed it wasn't some bathhouse maid. He drew out a name, and slowly unfolded it… and laughed.

"Chihiro!" he cried, showing the paper to Yubaba with a grin.

She huffed in annoyance and snatched the paper away from him. "Fine, don't let me have any fun. Doormen, let in Chihiro!"

The lights dimmed and the lights were raised next to the door, illuminating the dark wood. They opened to reveal the black hall. At first no one stood there. Then with a burst of flames, Chihiro stood there in all of her beauty.

Haku's breath hitched as he watched his lover walk down the stairs toward him. He jumped off the platform and walked briskly toward her. They met on the middle of the dance floor and she smiled sweetly.

"Hello Haku."

He was speechless. Her hair glittered, her dress sighed when she moved, and her eyes seemed to be accented with a deep brown. Haku knew that Amaya must have gotten a hold of her, and he wanted to kiss the woman. Chihiro was beautiful.

She frowned slightly. "Haku? Are you alright?" she asked.

He smiled down at her and kissed her brow. "I'm stunned." He said quietly as the music started. They danced beautifully without a flaw throughout the entire dance.

"He really is good. Yubaba wasn't kidding." Kentoku said, leaning down to whisper his son's ear.

"I know… he's putting me to shame." Perun whispered back, and his father straightened up with a smile, watching the last part of the dance. The two stopped dancing, and were greeted with a salvo of applause. Haku bowed to Chihiro, and she offered him a curtsy. They walked back up to the platform, and Yuabab gestured for them to take a seat.

They sat down, and the witch turned to Perun with a smirk. "You're turn good sir."

Perun let out a soft groan, and hesitantly put a hand in the bag. He pulled out a name, and read it out clearly for everyone to hear: "Amaya!"

Yubaba stamped her foot, "How do you do that! This isn't fun at all!"

Perun laughed, handing her the paper, "Does it look like I care?" he asked with a grin and jumped off the platform, walking to the center of the floor and looked up eagerly at the wooden doors. The lights dimmed, and the door opened to reveal… flowers?

He looked at them, extremely confused. His confusion turned into amazement when they began to gather into a form of a woman. With a flash of light, his fiancé stood there, wearing the same pink flowers on her dress. He smiled like and idiot and walked toward her as she descended down the stairs. Perun met her at the bottom, and kissed her hand.

"You look amazing."

Amaya blushed at the simple compliment. "Thank you."

"And I must say that I love that dress. Wear it more often, okay?"

She laughed, "And where would I wear it?"

Perun shrugged and led her out to the dance floor. "I don't know. You're smart; you can figure it out." As they reached the center, the music didn't start. The couple looked over at the musicians, who were currently handing off their instruments to a couple of ex-Druids.

"What's going on?" Perun called, still holding Amaya's hand.

One man, holding a violin, stepped forward. "Well, everyone here knows that you two were Druids, as we once were as well. You know our dances, and we know how to play them. No one here has seen them, and you two are the perfect people to do it."

Amaya blinked a few times. "You've got to be kidding me."

The man smiled and bowed, "I'm not my lady. Perhaps you would like to choose the song?"

"I still don't know about this… what songs can you play?" Perun asked.

The man smiled even wider. "How about Requiem?"

Amaya grinned, and Perun paled. Just as he was about to ask for a different option, his fiancé spoke. "That sounds wonderful! Play away."

The man took his seat, and so did the temporary musicians. Amaya walked a distance away from him and kept her back to him. Perun turned around and faced away from her as well, praying to anyone that would listen that he could still do this.

The lights went down, and a few along the walls stayed on, giving the room and dark and forbidding feel. A few overhead lights slowly came on, giving the dancers some light. The music was loud and harsh, but it had a ring to it.

Perun spun around and tried to grab Amaya's hand, but she danced away. He tried again, but she did the exact same thing. Instead of being a gentleman, he grabbed her around the waist, and spun her around.

Her face was hard, and so was his. They betrayed no emotion, and the crowd started to grow apprehensive, thinking that they weren't pleased about something. Kentoku smiled to himself. As Phobos, he remembered this dance very well. It was a dark song with a hint of anger in the notes. But it was still beautiful.

The couple started to dance something that was a mixture of a tango and free style. They danced across the floor before he gave her a twirl. The green material of her dress flew out like a banner, and she was set gently back down and she spun away. Perun followed her, and they did a few steps across the floor. Their faces remained blank, but Amaya's seemed to be slipping slightly. They danced elegantly, and the music reached a crescendo. They let go of each other and Amaya took a few steps back.

They stayed like that for a few seconds before she ran straight at Perun. He picked her up around the waist and they spun, her dress fluttering in their wake. The music died down and voices came through, and they danced slowly. The music picked up again, and then dropped. They danced along with the music, allowing the audience to become completely absorbed into what they were doing.

Now their emotionless masks dropped and they showed determination and passion. As the music began to end, Perun pulled her in quickly. He starred into her eyes as one of her hands came to rest on his chest, their hands still locked from dancing. His free hand reached up to caress her cheek. As the last chord was struck, he kissed her.

The lights came up, and everyone was clapping, cheering, and calling for an encore. Perun broke away and smiled down at her, and she kissed him lightly on the cheek. He led her to the table that Haku and Chihiro were sitting at, and he patted Perun on the back.

"Good job Perun, wonderful dancing you two!"

Chihiro smiled and gave Amaya a brief hug, "That was amazing! Do you think you could teach me and Haku to do that?"

Perun looked at Amaya and smirked, "We might be able to." He said, without turning away from her red eyes.

Yubaba clapped, "Splendid job Perun and Amaya! Now, it's Kentoku's turn!"

All of the maids snapped to attention, waiting for him to draw a name. Haku quickly assessed that most of their names were in the hat, and they were all dying to dance with the powerful spirit.

Kentoku finished his wine, and Yubaba took the empty glass from him. He reached into the hat and pulled out the final name…

"Rin." He said loudly, giving the slip of paper to Yubaba without showing his feelings on his face. The room became hushed, and everyone pushed Rin to the center. When he saw her, Kentoku nearly stumbled. Who was this woman before him? Because he was dead sure this wasn't her!

Instead of going down the stairs of the platform like he thought he would, he jumped off just like his sons. He walked toward Rin and bowed. She offered him a brief curtsy and looked warily up at him. He held out his hand, which she took. Kentoku raised her hand to his lips and kissed it softly.

"I'll try to make this painless as possible. I assume this wasn't on your agenda?"

"Was it on yours?" she retorted softly as the two began to waltz.

He almost smiled. "Touché, it wasn't. But, I haven't found a way to politely say no to Yubaba."

Rin snorted, "Please, let me know when you figure it out because I would desperately would like to know."

"I shall." He promised her, giving her a spin. Once they resumed their positions, they both noticed that they were closer. But to everyone's surprise, including theirs, they didn't do anything to fix it.

Kentoku was marveling just how much fun dancing in general was becoming. He assumed that it had something to do with him dancing with Rin, but he didn't really care. He was having fun, and that hardly ever happened. Hopefully Yubaba wouldn't make them dance again.

Rin was thinking along the same lines… except she would have loved to dance with him again. 'He's such a fabulous dancer…' she thought to herself. She was somewhat nervous and unsure about how exactly she was going to look at him after this. One dance shouldn't have changed anything, but it did. Rin found herself enjoying holding his hand and having his hand on her waist. She knew that this was wrong, but this was the first time she even thought about having someone else in her life since her husband died. Now the thought didn't seem so wrong. Actually, it seemed almost welcome. But wasn't welcome was who she was picturing herself with. It was wrong; that picture shouldn't exist.

But it did. In both of their minds.

The song ended, and Kentoku offered Rin a seat at the almost full table. Yubaba called the three men up again, and they drew a second name. The old witch swore that this was the last assigned dancing for all of them.

Haku drew first again, and pulled out Amaya's name. They did a quick step, and they were both laughing as they walked back to the table. "I just remembered why I don't like that dance," Haku explained in between attempts to catch his breath, "it's so darn fast!"

Next went Perun, who drew Rin. They danced a traditional dance for the time of year, and soon found themselves connecting. They didn't know each other that well, but it's amazing what one dance can do.

And finally, Kentoku drew Chihiro. She was a bundle of nerves, but he quickly got rid of them when he kissed her hair, just like a father who was comforting his daughter. And in a way, that analogy fit. They waltzed, and Haku couldn't help but smile, and neither could Perun or Amaya. It was just beautiful. The dance ended, and he returned Chihiro to her seat next to Haku. Kentoku kissed her brow, and did the same for Amaya. Everyone was shocked, but said nothing. He sat down, and the feast commenced.

After a few minutes of idle chatter, the conversation turned to everyone's dancing ability.

"I'm just curious how the same three names were drawn." Haku said, taking a sip of wine.

Kentoku snorted, "You didn't catch it? Yubaba only had three names in there. She wrote each name multiple times so you thought that there was a good selection of names."

Perun starred at him in disbelief. "Oh there's no way. Did she honestly do that?"

Chihiro frowned, "I hardly find it funny or amusing, let alone fair anyone who thought that they were in that hat. But, it does sound like something Yubaba would do."

"Sadly, it does." Amaya agreed, "But still, I can't complain. Dancing with Perun was amazing! Not to mention he's a fair good dancer at Requiem. No one else could do it as well as he could back when we were Druids."

Everyone laughed when he blushed.

Haku and Chihiro had retired a while ago, while Amaya and Perun stayed up a little longer. About an hour later, they followed the other couple's example. Everyone else left in trickles, but the feast was still going strong. To everyone's surprise, Kentoku asked Rin for another dance, and then another. But, Yubaba was smiling to herself. Oh how she just loved to meddle. Kentoku may not know it now, but Yubaba had it all set up. And she was going to see her plan work no matter what.

After a few more dances, Rin was feeling tired. She hadn't danced with anyone else but Kentoku since the feast began, except Perun. But that was only once. She had to admit that she loved to dance with Kentoku, but she would never say it to his face. After a foxtrot, she had to call it a night.

Fanning herself, she looked up at her dance partner. "This has been a wonderful evening, but I don't think I could dance another step."

He nodded and offered his arm to her. "I agree. Come, I'll take you back to your room."

She blushed and shook her head. "It's fine. I don't have a room of my own."

He raised his eyebrow, "Is that so? Aren't you the best worker?"

"It doesn't matter. I still share a room with about nine Yunas."

"Nine women? What kind of place is Yubaba running?" Kentoku asked, shocked.

Rin looked at him over her shoulder, picking up her dress and started ascending the stairs. "A bathhouse." She said simply, and went through the double doors.

Kentoku stood at the foot of the stairs, starring at the now closed doors. 'What just happened there?' he wondered silently. He didn't pause and think about the situation, but walked briskly up the stairs and through the double doors. Rin hadn't left at all. She was leaning against the wall a few feet down the hall.

"Rin? Is something wrong?" he asked, coming to stand in front of her. He squatted down so he was below her, and forced her to look at him.

"It's nothing. Just admitting I share a room with nine women isn't exactly something I'm proud of."

He smiled slightly, standing up. "No matter where you sleep, I'll take you back." He assured her, offering her his arm once more.

She took it with a small smile, and she guided him through the numerous halls of the bathhouse to her room that she shared with the other women. She let go of his arm and turned to look up at him with a smile. "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome Rin." He said with a smile, and kissed her hand. She smiled and entered her room as Kentoku walked back down the hall. He watched where he was going, but he was thinking intently.

This wasn't right. Sharing a room isn't bad, but with nine women? He shook his head to clear that thought out of his mind. It wasn't his business. But once Kentoku thought about something long enough, it stuck.

A/N: I'm back from vacation and writing! Yay! I hoped you all liked the longer chapter! I hope I did a good job with the dresses, but I know that describing something isn't my forte. Here's the links from the dresses - remove the spaces!

www . promgirl . net / prdr65 . html (Chihrio)
www . promgirl . net/ promdress2264 . html (Amaya)
www . promgirl . net / promdress6701 . html (Rin)

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