Akari's POV:

I was in the desert, again.

But I was there.

I was staring directly at the tall round columns, maybe ten meters each one. The wind was still harsh and cold, the sand still scratching my skin, but I was just a few steps from it, I could finally detail everything.

Each column had many set of chains attached to it, some were broken or completely destroyed, but most of it were still intact. The pillars had some figures carving in it, I couldn't identify any of them, even more with the state of the rock, many places with holes and broken spots, probably from where the attachment of the chain was.

I was able to finally see what they were keeping in one place.

The person attached to the chains was a woman, probably a tall one because just being at her knees she was almost at my chest, her body remind me of an amazon, strong and bulky, even if she had many cuts from the many chains that keep her arms up, there was an absurd amount of shackles keep her in that position. Her white skin tinted in red from her own blood, but also a few red marks like tattoos all over her body, her head was covered thanks to her long messy hair that went from dark blond to a strong red. Her clothes ragged were more like a tunic hiding a chest armor corroded by the time with an obi in her hips, the rich red and gold colors from it were now opaque for the amount of dirt she must had been resisting over the years. Or well… I thought it was years that she was keep in that cold desert.

I walked close to her, extending my hand to touch her. I couldn't understand why I was feeling worried about her, why I need to help her, almost protect her as she was an important part of my life.

Suddenly her head went up staring directly at me and scaring me, making me fall backwards to the sand. In that position the woman looked more threatening, her face was covered in the same red marks as her body, but there was one nasty scar going all over her face, passing through her right eye then the bridge of the nose ending in the left cheek. Her right eye was white with no pupil, meanwhile her left eye was red, dark red like blood shining amused, a long grin smile went showing at her face, scaring me even more.

"Don't be afraid, my little blacksmith" Her voice echoed all around us. It was a reassuring voice, even if her face was looking like a maniac. "I'm not going to hurt you, you are the first one that can hear me after so many centuries"

"W-Who are you? Where I am?" I said standing up, she also stood up with more difficulty than me, showing that indeed was tall, probably close or passing the two meters.

"We are in your head and my name is…" Suddenly a cold wind appeared, making the chains hit each other and doing that, I couldn't hear her. Her smile disappeared for a second but returned more soft almost gentle "Probably need a little more time for me to tell you that, but don't worry you will"

"But I don't understand! Why are you here?! How's that we are in my head?!" The wind was getting harder every second passing, making me shout the questions, covering my head with my arms.

"You will know, Richards Akari" I looked at her surprised for knowing my name, then a felt a really cold but gentle embrace at my shoulder, I looked behind me seeing nothing "Looks like our time is up, please salute the Ice Dragon for me"

"W-what? Wait!" I shouted again back at her. But I couldn't see her anymore because of the sand "Wait! Hey! HEY!" I shouted, again and again.

I woke up in a jolt, noticing that I wasn't in my bed but with my arms folded over a desk. Where…?

"Richards, come on, the class already finished you fell asleep" That's went I felt Toushiro's cold hand over my shoulder. I looked up at him confused, he only sighed "Class. Over. Come on" He lifted his hand and for a second I could swear that he looked worried. But maybe it was just my imagination.

I had to remind myself that I was in school and just sleep for who knew how long?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! What day was even today?! I looked at my cellphone and looked for the date. Saturday, it was midday. I just sleep all over the Japanese class?! I'm so doomed!

"Are you ok?" Right, Hitsugaya was still there and was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.

"No! I just sleep during the Japanese class, again! That's my worst one!" I put my hands over face "Fuck, I've been sleeping in most of his classes, I'm going to fail this semester!" Stupid dreams are messing with my school time!

"You know if you need help, you can ask" He continued and I looked astonished at him.

"Are you offering to help me?" I asked without believing it. He only shrugged and nodded.

"I'm better at that so the-WAH WAIT!" Before he could finished his sentence, I threw myself at him, hugging him almost making him lost his balance.

"You are a savior! Thank you, thank you thank you!" I said. It's been two weeks since Kazui's friends arrive to the school, in that time I had notice that Toushiro was really good in almost every class, especially Japanese. And in that time I had been sleeping in almost every Japanese class and that was leaving me behind.

"You don't understand the concept of personal space, right?" He said quite annoyed. I only smiled at him, noticing that he was going red.

"Nope! Don't be so embarrassed" I continued to smile, more like a smirk, even if our faces were quite close to each other. He looked down at me, angry, his teal eyes bright with annoyance. Heh, he was easy to mess with.

"Richards…" He practically growled.

"Akari-chan~ Hitsugaya-san~ Come on! We are waiting for you!" Rangiku said while getting back to the room. We both stared at her that was with a surprising look. "I've never thought that you were going to be this fast, Hitsugaya-san!"

"What-No! That's not-!" He then took my hands and separated me from himself, I was laughing with his reaction. His face changed of a different shades of red.

"You are so shy!" I said still laughing. Pointing at his face.

"Shut up Richards, you too Matsumoto" He said low and clear, now leaving us behind, making us laugh more.

We followed behind, now united with the creative group, I had grew fond of them even if it had been that short time. It's been kind of crazy, but I couldn't be bored around them with everything they do. However in that time I had been also growing tired, I hadn't been able to sleep well in all of those days and the only moment I could find peace was in class… For my great misfortune, and fell asleep during Japanese class, making everything more difficult.

"Oi Akari-chan, again trouble sleeping?" Kazui said at my side, obviously worried.

"Yeah… I think I'm getting insomnia or something like that" It wasn't the real truth, but it wasn't a lie completely.

"You should check on that, goldilocks or you'll be sleeping in more classes" Ichika said, now we were outside the school, a few students around in the clubs or things like that.

"Don't remind me, It's been difficult" I said quite disappointed of myself.

"But there's no trouble now! I got an idea Akari-chan!" Rangiku said while putting an arm around my shoulders "Let's go shopping until you are tired enough to sleep!" All the men growled at the idea, probably because they were going to be holding the bags.

"It sounds great, but I need to go to work instead" I said which made Rangiku put a pout face.

"But I wanted you to join us!" She continued.

"Sorry Rangiku, I really need to get back to work and I have a project to do before my birthday so…" I said while stopping my track "I really should get going"

"I don't like your project" She replied, still with a pout "But anyway, if you want to join us later, you call us ok?" Most of the guys replied something about they weren't going, but the bombshell didn't seem to listen.

"Sure! Well see you, mates" I said while waving goodbye, changing the direction of my tracks.

I headed first to my grandma's house, ate lunch, change my clothes to the "uniform" for work –a tight t-shirt with a loose button shirt over, jeans and a good pair of boots- then took the materials that my grandma bought to a large bag and after many maneuvers, patience and balance, also took the box with the katana and headed out.

So I was with my purse, a very big bag at my right and a large box over my left shoulder, also wearing the winter coat, a scarf hiding my mouth and nose, gloves and my headphones shielding my ears. It was a particular cold day, so I felt every inch in my body tremble from it, the idea to be inside the warm workshop sounded great, so glad the place was close to my grandma's.

In one of the many busy streets of the Kitakawase District, there was a two story house united with a one story house with a large sign written in it "Oshiro's Great Workshop" with picture of a hammer hitting an anvil. The first floor of the bigger house was part of the workshop, there was the counter, Oshiro-sensei's office and the warehouse, everything that was ready to sell was in that building, on top was the apartment where the Oshiros –grandfather and grandson- lived. Connected to the first floor was workshop itself, all the little building was just places of work and where everything happened.

You need to pass the bigger house to go to the workshop, so that's where I entered. The bell on the door made its sound and the sudden warm from inside welcome me, what wasn't that pleasant was the look of Oshiro Ikaru in the counter, looking me with a sly smile as if I was in trouble.

"Oi, Akari-chan~ Grandfather was thinking about firing you for all these weeks you disappeared" He said with an amused tone.

"Oshiro-sensei was aware on when I was going back to work" With that he lost his smile "Something else you want to try?" I said while passing the little door in the counter and heading back to leave all the things.

"I'm in charge today" That leaved me frozen at my spot, turning around I could see him again with his smile, knowing that he won. "So, whatever you are trying to do, you can leave it for later, I already have chores for you" My eye twitched with the ideas he could had, every time he was in charge it means that I was going to do anything of my real work but house maid work. And that for obvious reasons, fucking sucks.

And there I was.

From apprentice of blacksmithing to house maid in seconds. I had to organize and clean one part of the warehouse which was in an incredible disaster, change the order of the counter –which was actually great idea because that let me put few of my products more visible- at the moment, I was cleaning outside with the cold still and not doing my real fucking work!

"All because that stupid Oshiro is in charge!" I stared mutter to myself "Iwayama and Arashi also doesn't help at all! Of course! They never liked me, so this is the only way they keep me outside of everything! Ugh! Who they think they are?! We are supposed to be co-workers! Oshiro-sensei accepted me in this and I've been doing a great work! This is so stupid! They are jerks! Stupid! Assholes good for nothing! I hope they burn in Hell someday! They just…"

"Sounds a little harsh to wish them to burn in Hell, you know" I voice behind me said, making me yelp and turn around totally scared.

"Hit-Hitsugaya! Where the hell do you came from?!" I put a hand in my heart trying to calm it down. Hitsugaya was just there with his winter clothes, with a little amused smirk. The Ice Prince was a sassy jerk. Who would've thought?

"That's really what you are going to ask? You are not scared that I heard you insulting your bosses?" He was still with a cocky smile, he was really amused about what was happening. I can't believe it.

"One: my real boss is not here and I would never insult him, two: they all know how much I hate them so" I shrugged now calmed, after the heart attack he leaved me "And you, where you came from? Why are you here?"

"If you hate them so much why are you still here?" He continued asking, I was going to reply that he didn't answered my question, but keep talking "I'm searching for something that I think it was stolen when my Matsumoto and I moved here"

Of course, for the short time knowing them it was still a strange idea that Rangiku and Toushiro were related, cousins to be exact, they moved to Karakura Town so a uncle of them could afford their expenses because looked like their parents weren't there that much. Everything sounded quite strange to be honest, but what the hell would I know?

"I really don't have any more options, literally" I cut that topic of the conversation, because I didn't want to rant about how still in the 21st century many people couldn't see a woman working in blacksmithing. Really stupid "What exactly are you looking for?" I said supporting my chin over the broom.

"It's an old katana that's been in our family for quite some time, It's not really much, but I don't know if in the moving somebody took it thinking it was valuable" He didn't seem like the type of guy of keeping stuff for sentimental value and he almost sounded like trying to convince himself more than me.

"Depending of the era of the katana, it could actually be very valuable, even if it is broken" I shrugged and he looked at me curious "What? This is the kind of stuff I do like so, I know, Hitsu-kun" Now he looked annoyed by the nickname, I smirked "We actually make sure that the things the clients bring us are not stolen, but you know sometimes things pass without knowing it, come" I walked to the entrance and opened the door to the shop, passing and then letting him pass, the bell ringing made Oshiro react.

"Hitsugaya-san! Welcome to the shop" He said in his best fake happy tone of friendly servitor, or maybe it sounded fake because I couldn't stand him at all "Go, now Akari-chan I can take it from here, you need to do many more chores" Yeah I couldn't stand him. I gripped the handle of the broom.

"It's Richards you ass-"

"Nah ah ah, I'm the boss remember" He cut me with his most annoyed tone, making me twitch my eye.

"Sure… Oshiro" Fucking asshole. I sounded harsh, making a last view to Toushiro that instead of looking at the scene curious that it's what I thought he could be, he seemed serious and glared at me with an expression that I couldn't really understand, he seemed angry, annoyed? I didn't know "I'll be outside if you need me" With that I made my leave.

Toushiro's POV:

When Richards leave I couldn't stop thinking about how much contempt was in her look against Oshiro. I knew the story only superficial, they used to date and everything ended really badly, and for what I could notice, the way he treated her wasn't helping either way.

I felt quite disgust by that reaction. The card of 'I'm the boss and you're subordinate' it was one that I hated and make the best to not used it in my squad, it showed how flawed your actions were and that you didn't care at all about them. Being a small workshop or military it was necessary to show respect in both ways.

"That's how you treat your workers in front of clients?" I glared at Oshiro not too harshly, he still looked amused by the situation.

"It's just a joke, you know, we all from the same class, she should laugh a little more, but… Girls, am I right?" He tried to make it like it wasn't that much and I had to say, it wasn't working that much in not to dislike him. But I wasn't there to make longer my stay.

"Anyway, Oshiro-san I hope you can help me with this" I pass over his commentary, but I didn't pass his frown for not follow the conversation, reaching for one of the pockets in the jacket the paper with one of the copies of the drawing of the zampakuto, then passing it to him.

He opened the paper and I could swear that saw a hint of surprised in his grey eyes. But his smile and easy going didn't leave him.

"Is this for making or…?" He asked now glaring at me.

"More like looking, I think it was stolen when I moved here" He nodded and then whistle.

"It's a really pretty fortune I guess, then, stolen such a shame, Hitsugaya-san"

"Thought that maybe somebody could come and sell it?" I repeated the act we made up, a katana, lost when moved out, thinking maybe somebody took it and sell it. We distribute all the places that were possible to find it, but we didn't thought that there were that many and not only in the city but in the outsides, this would take us long to search in all the places even if we were a big group.

"I would remember if somebody came with this in the store, but let me see what I can find" He said and then started searching back the counter "So Hitsugaya-san, you practice kendo?"

It was an odd question to blurt out. I couldn't see him now that he was under the counter probably searching.

"Why you ask?" Before answering anything, better to know why.

"It's a really fine katana you are looking for, even if it was from family, I'm guessing, it seems that you are really eager to find it" I couldn't really make anything from only his voice, I didn't know what to answer "And I saw you the other day in the gym with your group" He popped from behind the counter and looked back at the paper.

"Ah…" I didn't remember that, or probably that I wasn't aware that he was paying us attention "Yeah, I've been practicing for a few years now" Or decades, but those were details.

"That's cool, maybe you could get in the school club, we are pretty good" He moved outside the counter and started looking at the katanas in display, then the paper.

"I'm in a private club, but thank you for the offer" Then it hit the 'we' "You practice kendo?" He nodded, quite absent in looking for the katana.

"Since I was little, I'm more of using the katana than making it" He said "I'm going to look at the back" He told me and just went there.

While he was at that, I started feeling the reiatsu around me, trying to find the one specific, but even having the workshop in the other building, the place itself was warmer thanks to the radiators on for the winter, I didn't work that well in heat, so it was kind of complicated. I sensed first of people, apart from Richards with her great reiatsu, Oshiro had the normal for human, as well of a pair in the workshop, I could sense one more faded that probably was Oshiro's grandfather but there was nothing out of ordinary. Probably that place will lead me to a dead end.

Seeing that Oshiro was taking his time, I started looking at more trivial things, like the different things they sold. Going from katanas to ornaments to jewelry, it was a huge market in just one place. The crafting in most of the products was actually really impressive, the katanas were more for decorative purposes so it had more details than it usually does, but it didn't mean that was overlooked their actual function. As a Shinigami we always overpassed the structure and magnificence of the actual work of doing a zampakuto, all because we could just repaired as our soul healed, having the ability of actually repaired with instruments was an astounding skill that should be more appreciated.

The jewelry even if just the idea seemed wrong, was perfectly presented and while was well accompanied by the different swords, it didn't seem opaque by it. There was a great variety that probably Matsumoto would buy them all. Necklaces, rings, earrings, bracelets of many designs were all over, some adorned with gold, silver, some of them with precious stones, other more simple just iron or steel, but still quite an impressive work, and I was sure that certain blonde was responsible for them.

"Amazing how skilled she is with her hands don't you think?" My trail of thoughts were broken by Oshiro getting back.

"Richards made all of this?" I just wanted to confirm the idea.

"Yeah, all pretty but actually doesn't last that long the things that she does" It was an obvious lie, why the need to support her and then let her bad. "But she is actually really good in other things with her hands, you know" There was a pause for let the idea sink in that only make me angrier "Even if she is a crazy girl that see ghosts, you should be careful" He smirked like it was the best advice in the world. This guy was pissing me off.

"Did you find anything?" I just went to the point, if a leave sooner the better. He did looked annoyed that I wasn't following his game.

"No, there's nothing like this here sadly, I hope you can find it" He returned the paper and a folded back in my pocket, then headed to the door "But being serious tho, Akari attracts weird stuff, even Kazui has weird shit with him, Hana and Emiko are too good for them"

"Look Oshiro, I appreciated your concern and accept your help with the katana, but I know Kurosaki for much longer time than you, so I trust his opinions more than yours" I saw his frown getting deeper, more annoyed "Just because Richards and you have a bad past doesn't mean you can degrade her like you do" I opened the door, hearing the bell "That make you look obsessed with her, seems like you haven't got over her, so before being concerned about me, you should apply that advice to yourself. I'll just take my chances" With that a leaved the store, leaving a really angry Oshiro.

A cold breeze welcome me outside, helping me calm down of the situation, but I felt better with the idea to let him angry about my thoughts. What's his deal anyway? What's the necessity to talk that way to classmates? Is understandable they had a rough time, but Richards barely talks about him, so why couldn't him?

Getting my attention back to the busy street, I saw Richards talking happily with an old man, a salt and pepper beard was prominent even with the scarf hiding part of his face, he was the same size as me even if his big body made him look larger, his hair hid in an old fashioned hat. He seemed like a particular character.

Richards notice me leaving the store and make signs to get close to her. I didn't want to interfere in the conversation but she seemed okay with the idea, I walked toward her and the mystery old man.

"Hitsugaya-kun! I like you to meet the real boss of this great establishment, Oshiro Katashi" She presented the man with a great smile. So he was Oshiro grandfather, now that I was close I could notice that shared the same grey eyes as his grandson. I bowed a little and then extended a hand to present myself.

"Astonishing work you have inside, Oshiro-san. I'm Hitsugaya Toushiro" The man also bowed and extended his hand, shaking mine, then chuckled by the compliment.

"It's appreciated Hitsugaya-san, my workers give the best in each product. Especially Akari, I hope you notice it" By that he put a hand over her head, making her hid her face over the scarf.

"Oh it's nothing, just doing work" She managed to said low under the fabric. She was actually embarrassed about it. That's a new one.

"For what I could see, you are really skilled with crafting Richards. I'll bring Matsumoto one day, she'll probably buy every jewelry in there" With that say, I think she went to a new shade of red and continued to hid in the scarf. Oshiro laughed with her reaction a give her a few pats in her back.

"She is really talented! And the jewelry is easy for her, her challenge is working with the blades, amazing skills and patience that not one of my workers has!" He sounded like a proud father. Meanwhile Richards actually hid her face in the scarf, I couldn't see her reaction. That make me smile a little.

"Who would have thought that Richards would be that embarrassed?" I couldn't resist to say. That make her get off the scarf and show her now red face quite angry.

"I'm not embarrassed! I work hard for all the pieces!" She almost shouted at me, which only make me smirk in response.

"Then seem proud about it, don't hide it" That leaved her quite perplexed "Again, it's an impressive work, I hope to see more, but for now I have to leave" I said, still smirking with her surprise "It was a pleasure to meet you, Oshiro-san"

"Like-wise, Hitsugaya-san" The old man said with a smile. He seemed completely different as his grandson, I could notice why Richards stayed in that place.

"See you in school, Richards" I nodded my head and with that turned around to leave.

There was a moment of silence making a distance for them, then I heard a shout.

"THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENT HITSUGAYA-KUN!" Turning my head back to see Richards even more red than before, but with her cocky smile. I couldn't hold a chuckle and just wave my hand in goodbye, getting my attention back to the street.

Akari's POV:

Back inside the workshop was a blessing for me, one for the actual work, two for the warmness in the building. I felt alive again. Also seeing Ikaru mad make me happy, I didn't know what happened between Toushiro and him, but I'll make sure to thank him about it. While getting back in a few little work a left in the winter break, I still could recall the compliments from Toushiro. He actually liked my work and told me that I should fell proud of them. This was a new line for me. It was great.

"Akari-chan, now I can talk to you" Oshiro-sensei got me out of my thoughts. Now inside the building he was without the coat and the hat, showing his short, salt and pepper hair. Behind all the hair from his beard is was easy to see his wrinkles, especially laugher lines in his eyes, he wasn't that old compared to my grandma. More like in his seventy's, but he looked even younger.

"Coming!" I took the box with the katana that left under my worktable and followed behind.

We headed to his little office. The room consisted in a few prizes he had won over the years from his works and photos of him with different personalities that bought the katanas over the walls, his desk giving the back to a window doors showing the garden, a library at one side and an old record-player that still left it's soft music play in the room.

"So, the project you were talking about" Oshiro-sensei said while sitting behind the desk.

"Is this" Holding my breath for a second I let the box over the desk, making sure that there was nothing under. Then opened the box and took the katana to show him. He took it gently, inspecting it, quite surprised.

"And you say your Hayami-san keep this beauty for how long?" He arched a brow about it. Still completely focused in the sword.

"She said it's been something like 200 years, there a list of names with the year their receive it" Taking the old piece of paper with extremely carefulness, I showed him. "This one my grandma re-done it from her grandmother, so it doesn't get lost, here is the first name: Homura Chouko from the late 1700's almost or beginning 1800's" He took the paper and whistle with the impression.

"It's a majestic work" He hold the hilt carefully and took the sword out, showing that it was broken "So sad that it's in such conditions, are you sure that you grandmother never used it?" He questioned with serious reasons, such a poor state wasn't for disuse, was for used enough to broken it.

"For what she had told me, no, never. She told me that it broke before my mom died, but not like she broke it more like it broke itself" I shrugged without being sure about it. However, Oshiro-sensei was a really superstitious man, he looked pale behind all the hair for that idea and softly put the sword in the table with all the pieces of the blade.

"That's a quite terrified odd" He simply said while reorganizing the pieces like a puzzle.

"Don't remind me" I said more lightly, even if I could see spirits, superstitions didn't fright me "You think we could remake it?" That was the biggest question.

He muttered something that only he could heard. When all the blade was finished like a puzzle, he stood and inspect it, taking his time to notice every detail in the hilt, sheath and blade. I put the box down on the floor, that way I could see all the pieces and admire what used to be the katana in its better times, now that everything was "together" the details could be appreciate, the red rope that used to be brighter, the actual gold parts of how used to shine, the soft arc in the blade with its black waves in the steel.

"You have all the materials?" He just asked.

"Yes! I found all the remaining materials that my grandma couldn't found, Oshiro-sensei" I said quite more respectful, he was using the voice of someone debating of taking care of a project. If it was really possible to repair it or not.

He stood silent again. Probably thinking everything that we should do.

Then a knock on the door took our attention.

"Come in" Oshiro-sensei answered even if he looked more focused of the katana than whatever was from the knocking.

The door opened showing Iwayama and I frowned at him. Iwayama Tadao was up at his name, a giant man that looked like a mountain, bald head with a black beard and moustache hiding half of his face, that's were all his hair ended. His eyes were also dark black and all his body was like one of the people that could throw a trunk with his big bare hands. Conclusion: someone you shouldn't dare to pick up a fight. He was mostly in charge of the heavy stuff, for obvious reasons.

"Oshiro-san we need your…" He cut his sentence to pass the look at me and then to the katana. Seemed quite in shock about it. Like a ghost just managed to materialize right there and he saw its terrible aspect. But I looked around and found nothing, so I returned the stare at him with an arched brow.

"Something of the matter, Iwayama?" Oshiro-sensei took the words before I say it, without taking his focus off the katana. Looked like Iwayama was also interested about it, but he managed to recover it.

"There a problem with one of the ovens" He answered

Oshiro-sensei just nodded about it.

"I'll be there in a minute" With that he cut the conversation, expecting that Iwayama would nod and leave, but for our surprise he stayed.

"That's quite an impressive katana, from a client?" He asked, getting closer to look better. His expressions changing while getting close, now was a total horror marked. It was strange, he wasn't that interest in katanas even if he knew how to make them, he was just doing them and that's it.

"It's Akari's" I lifted my head like a proud owner when Oshiro-sensei said my name. I was welcome with a mad angry face from Iwayama.

"What the hell did you do to it?!" He shouted at me. Leaving us quite perplexed.

"I'm sorry?" I asked offended "Why do you care?"

He didn't reply, he looked like a kid that made a mistake. I smirked.

"What? Cat got your thong now?" I continued waiting. For a few seconds he didn't reply and keep it that way while leaving the room and shutting the door. Oshiro-sensei looked at me looking for answers but I only shrugged.

"Kids these days" Oshiro-sensei said, for him everybody was a kid, even if Iwayama and Arashi were in their 40s. That made me chuckle a little, forgetting about Iwayama bad character, that was his usual self. Always angry, easy to pick up.

"So, Akari-chan, when is that Hayami-san want it to be done" He said returning our focuses in my katana. That sounded great.

"She said for my birthday or before" I folded my arms, waiting for his answer.

"Then what are we waiting? We had a lot of work to do"

I have to say that I ALMOST forgot that today was sunday :DUUUUU

BUT DON'T BE SCARED HERE I AM WITH THE SUNDAY UPDATE! C:

I hope you like it! :D See you in a week!