Friday 3:30 pm.

I'm sitting in my hospital bed with a needle stuck in my arm and a pinkette ranting about her day at work. She's really on a roll and I know better than to interject on her story.

"Isn't that just ridiculous?! I mean if you ordered a number one you can't lie and say you ordered a number three!" She says getting angrier just thinking about it. I try my best to act mad as well and agree with her, but it's pretty hard. I try so hard to keep the smile from forming on my lips, but it slips on anyways and she gives me a betrayed look.

"You think this is funny? I was frantically running around trying to keep this darn guy calm." She says annoyingly and playfully hits my shoulder. I raise my arms up in defense.

"Come on Sakura, the way you're telling the story is actually hilarious."

"If you were there in person you'd understand." She says rolling her eyes.

I look at the needle in my arm and sigh heavily. Before Sakura came in Granny was telling me that the chemo is really starting to work well and that my condition should start to gradually increase, but I feel like she was hiding something. I'm definitely far from feeling better and every time I come for more chemo I feel the same after. No improvement. Sakura pokes my cheek which awakens me from my gloomy thoughts.

"Stop looking like you just saw a puppy die." She says concerned. I give her a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, Sakura. It's just, I feel like this chemo is doing nothing for me. I mean it's been four weeks and I'm just getting worse. What if I was diagnosed to late, and I really am going to die? There's only two weeks left…" I stop talking and shudder at the thought. Two more weeks, and I've accomplished nothing with my life.

"But, why think like that?" She says not meeting my eyes, but instead looking out the window. "Sure, cancer can eat you up and take away everything physical, but it can't eat your heart, it can't take away your soul." She turns to me and pokes my heart. "You haven't lost yet you know?" She smiles at me. "Don't give up, okay?"

I shift my weight. Sure, she's right, I'm not dead yet, but how can I keep fighting if I feel like I've already lost.

"That's easy for you to say. Sakura, I really don't know if I'm going to pull through with this cancer." My voice cracks and I get kind of irritated. Her face falls a bit, but the sparkle in her eye does not deflate.

"You never know, cancer is unpredictable sometimes."

I snort and look her right in the eyes. Like she knows, cancer is unpredictable, but so unpredictable that I'll end up dead tomorrow. I'm kind of fed up with people telling me that I'll be okay, when I don't feel any better. In fact, I feel a ton load worse.

"How would you know?" I ask kind of annoyed. "How the heck would you know?" My voice raises and the words spit out," You have no clue, that's right. You don't know what it feels like, to be on your deathbed! To be pitied on by people that are just waiting for you to die, Sakura you can't even relate to my situation! I'm dying Sakura. Do you know what it feels like to die? No you don't! I can't walk up a flight of stairs without gripping onto the railing for dear life, panting, sweating, and crying out for help. I'm losing my hair, I'm practically bald. And you sit here telling me not to 'give up.' Heck, I can't even bother to live a normal life, I can't eat a meal without vomiting, I can't hang with my friends, I can't go to school, for goodness's sakes I can't even be a human being anymore. I'm a corpse that's been molded back into a living body. I'm a walking zombie." I scream losing control of my cool. I'm throwing out all of the rage that has been building up for the past four weeks. Everything I've been hiding behind my composed behavior and fake smile.

"Naruto, I-" She begins, but I'm too fumed to even let her speak.

"Sakura I really don't care, honestly, I don't care what you have to say to me. I don't care." I say shaking my head.

"What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" She screams at me. I scream back louder.

"Oh my gosh. Just shut up and leave me alone."

She bites her lip. I take a deep breath, my body shaking trying to contain the rage that's fuming inside of me.

"Naruto, there have been thousands of people to have cancer before you. There's been thousand of-" I cut her off.

"I don't deserve it." I mutter under my breath.

"Excuse me?"

I literally erupt with anger.

"I don't freaking deserve it!"

She fires back at me.

"And you think those other people did?!"

"I don't care about the other people. It's not my problem. Not my freaking problem."

Sakura falls silent and quietly says.

"Naruto, you still have a chance. You've been receiving chemo, you've gotten plenty of bed rest, you've-"

"If my treatment is going so well, then why am I getting crutches today because my feet are as good as toothpicks?!"

"What?"

"Yeah, guess what. I'm getting wheel chaired out of this room to the front lobby where I will receive my crutches. And people tell me I'm getting better."

We just stare at each other locked in an intense gaze. Sakura breaks the silence.

"You know Naruto, sometimes it's better to be dead than to live a miserable life."

"Yeah, but-"

"No, it's my turn to talk now. If you survive your cancer, you'll go back to your friends, your family, your good life. And if I had cancer and survived I'd go back to living in my aunt's basement, paying my aunt rent because my aunt doesn't view me as her niece but as a tenant. My mom doesn't even know me and is going to die anyways. I have a father who I don't even know, who I can't even trust. I work a filthy job at McDonald's six hours day for so little pay. I can barely afford my rent let alone buy myself nice clothes. I can barely take care of myself let alone my sick mom. My life is a disaster. And what's the point of living another fifty years of this. And people tell me that it will only get better. But guess what. Life isn't like that."

She takes a deep breath to recollect herself.

"And I'm sorry for caring about you. If I knew that you didn't want my company I would have left long ago. I even left my shift and made someone else take it so that I could come visit you during your chemo. I used the excuse 'I'm going to see my mom.' I genuinely cared about you. Were all my efforts to come here really a waste?"

"No Sakura their not a waste, it's just that-"

"Then don't give up. When life gives you lemons you make lemonade right?"

She returns to her cheery self and gives me a warm smile. Her smile melts my cold heart, if that's even possible, and I get that bubbly feeling inside of me.

"Yeah, that's right." I mirror her smile and it feels like all that fighting from before has withered away. It's what I'm growing to love about Sakura. I just yelled at her and yet she finds the good in me and brings it out. No one has that effect on me, but she does. And gosh that smile.

I swear it's so perfect it could cure cancer.

"No."

I'm sitting up on my bed tugging my arms away from Gaara's grasp.

"Gaara there is no way that I'm letting you wheel me around in that wheel chair." I tug my arms out of his grip and hide them under the covers. He groans and literally picks me up bridal style. All that's running through my mind is that this is so messed up, and the fact that Sakura is just staring at us her face turning bright red. Before we know it she bursts into a fit of laughter and my cheeks become the color of Gaara's hair. He drops me in the wheel chair and when the nurse walks in and starts to wheel me away Gaara literally KO's the nurse. She falls, lifeless but not dead, onto the floor. Sakura gasps and I can feel my blood freezing.

If Gaara wheels me I'll end up like that nurse, but I'll actually be dead.

"Gaara you can't just do that!" Sakura screams at him. Gaara shrugs her off and wheels me out of the room. I whip my body around to face Sakura, who's trying to wake up the nurse, and mouth a "help me." She gives me a thumbs up and helps the dizzy nurse up. If this is her take on revenge for my outburst on her I will expect her to have a very well planned speech at my funeral.

"So Uzumaki, you ever tried wheeling down the stairs." Gaara says a mischievous grin playing on his lips. I turn cold.

"You wouldn't dare." I say slightly panicking. "And who even let you wheel me around?! Shouldn't the nurse do it."

"I do what I want." Gaara says pushing me a bit faster. He wheels me to the stairs and we stop at the top.

"I'll meet you at the bottom?" He says and pushes me forward. My whole entire life literally flashes before my eyes. But, instead of letting go he whips the chair back towards him. My knuckles are white from gripping the sides of the wheel chair and my teeth are chattering. Gaara's head pops into my view.

"You really don't trust me do you?" His laughter echoes in the small stairwell.

"If I could stand right now, I would hit that smirk right off your face."

He just laughs and wheels me to the elevator. Seriously, is everything a joke to this guy? We safely make it to the lobby and I see my parents waiting by the door of the hospital. My dad is holding the crutches I'll be using. Gaara wheels me to them, but before he goes he adds,"You can thank me later. Feel better." And with that he's gone.

Thank him later for what, almost killing me?

"Here Naruto, I'll help you up." My mother hooks her arms under my arm pits and lifts me up. I grab onto the crutches and rest on them. The pain in my knees is still bad, but not having to bend them is a ton more relaxing. I crutch my way out of the hospital, feeling like death is just around the corner.

I wake up from a three hour nap and it's currently 7:52 pm. I can feel the drool on my lips and wipe it off onto my pillow. My mouth is dry. I bat my tongue on the top of my mouth to get some saliva flowing. Rubbing my eyes, I struggle to sit up. My knees feel a wee bit better from the chemo. A glass of water, that's what I need right now. With my heart and mind set on getting down to the kitchen, I grab my crutches and I'm off.

Halfway down the hallway I hear my parents bickering in hushed tones. Usually I'd let them solve the problem, but I have nothing better to do and I guess my water can wait. I crutch a little closer to their door, trying not to make them notice me.

"Minato, were you even listening to what Lady Tsunade was saying today?" She hisses her voice low so that I won't "wakeup."

"Of course I did. But, Kushina, we can't just act like he's going to die! We have to be positive for his sake."

What are they talking about? What did Granny say?

"I know that, but still…he's only getting worse. You've noticed it too haven't you? His results are nowhere near where we'd hoped for them to be. If…If we lose him…"Her voice cracks and I'm guessing that she's started crying. I hear some rustling on the bed.

"He's going to be okay. Lady Tsunade is a professional; she'll come up with a solution."

"But, what if she doesn't…and he's gone. Minato this is our only kid, I don't want him to die before me. He's so young, and he's going to miss so much. What will we do without him? How will we go on?" Her voice is shaky and I hear her sniffle. The conversation stops and I decide to just leave and ask about it later, but I guess my crutches have other plans because I crutch back and it's as if I've slipped on ice. I fall backwards and hit my head on the hardwood floor. The sudden impact leaves me dizzy. The scent of blood fills my nostrils and the small droplets fall to the naked floor. I lay there motionless and feel a warm hand tuck under my scalp.

"Naruto, oh my, are you alright?" My mother asks frantically rubbing her fingers softly against my cheeks. I close my eyes and lean against her hand.

"I'm okay." I say after my dizziness has passed me and open my eyes. My dad lets out a breath of relief. "Are you okay to sit up?" He asks bending down. I give him a nod and he gently grabs my back and helps me up. He makes sure I'm safe and sound leaning against the wall before running downstairs to grab a cold glass of water for me and my pain medication. My mom retreats to go grab some tissues and returns only seconds later. I wipe the blood that's dripping from my nose and stick two pieces of tissue paper into my nostrils. The crimson red blood washes away the pure white color of the tissue paper. I pop them out and raise my head up so that the blood flow comes to a halt.

"Honey, what made you fall? Did you feel faint?"

"No…nothing like that. I uh, well I was just going to back up a bit and then my crutches slipped." I rub the back of my aching head sheepishly.

"Were you eavesdropping?" My dad asks making his way up the stairs.

"And if I tell you I was?"

"Naruto you know better…" My mom says a small frown forming on her lips. I laugh a bit nervously, hoping this won't escalate into a lecture.

My dad hands me the cool glass of water and immediately the contact feels so good. I put the smooth pills in my mouth and let the liquid cool my body. It never felt this good to drink a glass of water. I lean my head back on the wall gently and relax my whole entire body.

"So, what did Granny tell you guys?"

I have to know. I don't even care if it makes them sad, but it's killing me that I don't know.

My mom bites her quivering lip. I can see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. My face falls at her reaction. This is bad, and I mean really bad. My dad takes a quaky breath.

"Lady Tsunade said that we will have to find you a bone marrow donor, but it's very difficult to find a perfect match. It can take days, weeks, months, even years." My dad finishes burying his head in one of his hands. I just sit there dumbfounded. I don't have enough time to wait weeks or months or years. I have two weeks, almost one. My heart begins to race at the thought. One more week, and then It's all over.

"But, I don't have that much time! What if we don't find a perfect match? Can you donate?" I choke out the words. My dad shakes his head and my eyes widen with panic.

All the memories of those past cancer movies flash before my eyes and I realize it'll be me soon. I'll be the one on that hospital bed and everyone will be crying and saying their last goodbyes. I won't have my happy ending, I won't have a happily ever after, I won't and I know it. My eyes fill up with fresh tears and they spill like a waterfall. My life's been a complete and utter waste. I wasn't even able to achieve anything. I'm just a good for nothing.

I stare at my sore knees. The outline of my knee cap is so skinny that the bone looks out of place, it's bulging. My arms don't look or feel like my own, come to think of it, I feel like I'm in a completely different body. I'm weak, helpless, useless…but I'll keep trying. Sakura's confident words ring in my ear and it's honestly the only thing that's keeping me from curling up in a ball and wishing to die.

I wipe my puffy eyes and sniffle up all the snot dripping from my nose. I look up and see that my parents are in the same state as I am. Head in hands, shoulders shaking, and small hiccups. I take a deep breath to calm my pulsing heart. There's no point in sulking and being sad over what ifs.

I force myself up onto my shaky knees. Sadly, I don't get too far before stumbling over, but before my face hits the solid wooden floor, I feel hands on my chest. I get lifted up by my dad and I rest against his panting chest.

"You okay?"

I nod my head and look up at him, then back down at my mom who is staring at me with tear filled eyes.

"Please. Stop crying. You guys will be okay right?" I plead, my own voice sounding weak. My mother's eyes blink in surprise as she wipes her own eyes not realizing that she was having a breakdown. We just stand there, sharing some kind of unspoken understanding, listening to each other's sniffles and breathing. Some kind of understanding, that when I'm gone they will be okay. They have to be okay, for me, and for themselves.

My dad sinks against the wall and I follow down with him. I'm sitting in the middle of my two parents. My mom sinks into my chest her breathing quickening and I feel hot tears against my shirt. My dad wraps his arms around the both of us, resting his chin on my almost bald head. And they say one sentence that lifts a huge burden off of my feeble shoulders.

"We'll be okay."

It's five in the morning and I wake up covered in my own sweat, my covers damp, and my breathing raspy. I touch my salty face and feel the hot tears slowly making their way down to my chin.

I had a nightmare of my own funeral.

Throwing the covers off of my bed, I reach for my throbbing knees. I dig my fingers trying to make therapeutic circles to calm the pain but, the hurt is like nothing I have ever felt before. It feels like thousands of swords are digging their way into my flesh, like the bone of my knee cap is going to crumble into pieces. I groan at the intensifying pain and when it feels like I'm going to die right then and there a scream of pure anguish erupts from inside of me. My face is plastered with tears, my body shaking violently, the sweat pouring off of my clammy skin.

The door to my room flings open and my dad rushes to my side. I hear my mom barking out some commands, but my mind is so fuzzy that I can't figure out what she's saying. He picks me up and holds me closely to his chest as he races down the stairs. I grab onto his shirt trying to hold onto life, onto anything. But, the creeping of unconsciousness irks its way into my body and I can't even put up a fight because in seconds my eyes are shut like blinds and I'm out.

It's quite complicated to explain cancer, but there is one thing I've noticed. It comes in, slowly attacking you, pulling and pushing you over your limits, and then when it all seems to be getting better, it rushes in, slowly then all at once, and the scary part; there is nothing you can do about it.

My eyes barely flutter open.

I look around the pristine hospital room and see that my parents are sitting at my right side, holding my hand and rubbing small circles into my palm. My mom is leaning on my dad's shoulder, her eyes closed and her chest lifting up and down slowly. My dad is still awake, his eyes glued to my hand. He looks exhausted. His eyes are bloodshot and his breathing is quick, and then slow, quick, and then slow.

I focus on myself and notice that there are tubes coming out of my nose, which I'm guessing are to help my breathing. My whole body feels extremely heavy, lifeless. I look over at my arm and notice that there is a needle in my vein. I tilt my head a bit more to the left and notice a bag hanging and a tube running from it that leads to my arm. The content of the bag is red, and makes me feel queasy. I look away at the thought of blood.

The room is silent, the pure white walls and floor making it seem clean, but I know for a fact that there are diseases lurking in this room. The only noise distracting my thoughts is the constant beeping from the heart monitor.

The room, although lit by a small light, is still somewhat dark. I look around for a clock. 4:32 am. This early?! What day is it even?

I try to lift my left hand to rub my clammy eyes, but the sudden movement sends pain down to my arm. I wince and my father gets startled by my awakening.

"Naruto," He takes a breath, "How are you feeling kiddo?" His voice is hushed and my mom groans a little as he moves his body.

"Okay." I barely manage to say. My voice is hoarse and I begin to cough. My dad grabs a glass of water from the small night stand and I move my tongue trying to grab the straw. When it's in my clutches I take a small sip. The water feels refreshing as it slithers down my dry throat.

"What day is it?"

"Monday morning."

It's Monday?! I've been asleep for two whole days? My dad notices my shocked expression and continues,

"The doctors put you on a lot of pain medications and chemo. You woke up a few times, but I highly doubt you would remember since you were drugged so much," He tightens his grip on my fragile hand, "The doctors said it was a miracle you survived that attack. Turns out the chemo was too strong for your body and began attacking your actual cells and not just the cancer cells. It's rare, but cancer is unpredictable and every patient has it different. I'm just so glad you're okay now." He finishes and kisses the palm of my hand.

I could have been dead if it wasn't for my nightmare that woke me up. I shiver at the sudden memory. I push the thoughts to the back of my mind as drowsiness takes over me again. My head sinks deeper into the scratchy pillow case and I close my heavy eyes.

"Goodnight, Naruto." My dad whispers and I'm asleep once again.

I hear someone sit down next to me and feel warmth envelope my hand. I can't get my eyes to open, for some reason they feel so heavy as if they're glued together. I lay there, motionless, waiting for whatever this person has to say. The touch feels familiar, yet I can't recognize who it is.

"Hey, Naruto. I'm not supposed to be in here," She lets out a small chuckle," But, I snuck my way in with the help of Gaara."

It's Sakura. The warmth of her touch and her soothing voice make me all bubbly on the inside. I'm happy she's here, and I wish my eyes would open and I could look at her face.

"You can't even begin to imagine how hard it was to get in here. But, I'm glad I get to see you."

She squeezes my hand a little tighter and I try to squeeze back but my fingers fail me. She doesn't even realize my attempt and continues speaking.

"You know, I'm not really one to get all sentimental and touchy, but for some reason when I'm with you, I feel like I can tell you anything. Is that weird?" I picture her head tilting at the question, that cute nervous smile plastered on her delicate lips, and the crease in her forehead forming.

"Well, I guess you can't answer since you're sleeping," Her voice hushes a bit and becomes so delicate," You're going to be okay Naruto Uzumaki. I know you are, you won't let cancer win, I'm sure of it. And, although this might be an awkward place to admit it, I don't want to lose you. You're the only reason I still smile, so please stay."

My body tingles at her words. She cares about me that much? It's as if cancer is nothing at that moment, it's as if she just makes it go away. My eyes slowly open and I blink a few times to register my surroundings. Sakura's eyes go wide as she scans my opening eyes. The slightest hint of red appears on her cheeks. The room is dark, and I assume it's nighttime. The moonlight pours in from the window and it frames Sakura's face perfectly. I tighten my grip on her hand and give her my best attempt at a smile. The tubes attached to my body are irritating and I'm sure I look like a dead man who just woke up, but her words flood my body with warmth and make me want to live. She makes me want to fight, to survive. I cough out the words, my voice hoarse and not my own.

"I'm not going anywhere." I force my body to sit up and I notice that the pain in my body is not as bad, must be the pain medication. I groan as my head rests against my pillow and my body is upright. My dry throat gets the best of me and I begin to cough violently. Sakura grabs the water from the nightstand and my tongue finds the slick straw. Drinking the water I eye my nightstand and notice that there are flowers in a small white vase with a sunshine yellow border. The vase is filled with pink, white, and red roses.

Sakura places the glass on the nightstand and faces her attention towards me.

"Did you bring those?" I point my finger to the flowers.

"Do you like them?" She asks, fixing the flowers to make them look a little nicer. I nod my head.

"Yeah, they're beautiful."

I grip her hand a little tighter. My eyes trail her hand all the way up her slim figure until they lay upon her bright emerald eyes. The shine of the moonlight makes them look even more beautiful than I have ever seen them. Her cheeks turn a hint of red and she fidgets under my gaze.

"What are you looking at?" She asks a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I take my left hand and gently brush away the small strands of hair that have fallen on her face, her beautiful face. I think I know why, why I stopped caring so much for Hinata, why I didn't bother to pursue my love for her, it's because I've fallen in love with someone else. I don't feel all bubbly inside when I think of Hinata, I don't want to kiss her forehead, I don't want to tell her I love her a thousand times, I don't want to be with her.

My hand slowly runs down Sakura's cheek.

She makes me feel safe, warm, she makes me believe in myself when no one has. She makes me want to keep trying, to not give up. I've fallen for Sakura, I'm in love with her and I can't say no to the feeling anymore.

I take a deep breath and remove the tubes from my nose, and Sakura's face turns confused. But, before she can even utter a word I do something that probably startles the both of us.

I lean forward and gently place my lips against hers. The contact feels right, her lips the taste of vanilla, warm and gentle. My hand runs down her cheek, her slim neck, and rests on her petite shoulder. I feel alive; my body fills with fire that burns my heart, making it dance inside my rib cage. Her arms firmly wrap around my feeble neck as the kiss becomes more passionate. Her fingers run through my almost gone hair, tugging gently, playfully. I let a small groan of pleasure escape, and I smile against her lips.

We pull apart, slowly, our foreheads touching and our breathing in sync. Her eyes are sparkling, and I just want to kiss her again even more, but my breathing restricts me from it. I pull away from her, her warm arms falling from my neck. I grab the tubes that allow me to breathe and attach it to my nose once more. I inhale and exhale, taking deep breaths. Sakura's face falls and she grips my hand firmly. Her touch sends thousands of possibilities through my mind. If I die, I won't only lose my parents, but I'll leave behind Sakura. I don't want to leave her, and what we have. I take in a deep breath and remove the tubes from my nose once more.

I take her hand and trace it along my cheek. Pulling her in I place my forehead on hers and feel her warm breath tickling my nose. Being with her, this close, feels so right. She's the reason I won't give up. I won't give up, because I want to be with her. And I won't let cancer take her away from me.

"Stop staring and kiss me already." She whispers.

I tilt my head slightly and lean in. Her lips fit perfectly against mine. The rush of warmth fills up my body from my head to my toes. My body tingles, I feel so alive.

The sudden twist of the doorknob sends a jolt throughout my body. We pull apart from each other and stare dazed at the figure at the door.

Granny looks from me to Sakura with her eyebrows raised in suspicion. I scurry to throw my tubes back on and take deep and relaxing breaths. Sakura pats my leg gently and scurries out the door; her face flushed, and beat red. Once Sakura is out the door Granny comes over to my bed side.

"Should I even ask?" Granny says towering over me.

I shake my head and quiver at her mischievous glare, but the thought of the kiss creeps into my mind and I feel my cheeks burn up. I felt so different. It was beautiful, different, and right. I shake my head slightly and clear my throat.

"Nothing happened Granny." I put an annoyed tone on my voice.

Please don't ask further questions old lady.

She just sighs and flips through some of the papers she's holding.

"What's that?" I ask, leaning back on my pillow. All of that kissing, although sensational, really wore me out.

"I need to talk to you about your condition."

"What about it?" My voice cracks with worry. She bites her lip and stares me in the eyes.

"Although difficult to admit, you should be realizing that your condition has grown worse, yes?" I nod and she continues," This isn't because of the cancer its self really, it's more because of the chemo. And yes I know chemo is supposed to help a patient, but in your case, it has weakened your immune system completely and it also had attacked your healthy cells, along with your cancer cells. This is very dangerous and so our best opportunity right now is to take you off of chemo completely."

My face falls and all hopes of living are crushed.

"Don't give me that face. I haven't even finished yet. Although taking you off of chemo is scary, it's not the end of the world. Instead of chemo we will have to find you a bone marrow donor. This may sound frightening, but finding a bone marrow donor, especially a perfect match, is very difficult. I will do my best Naruto to find you a perfect match as soon as possible," she takes in a deep breath, readying herself for what she's about to say next, "but, given your current condition, I only have about a week and a half."

My eyes turn the size of watermelons and my blood turns cold. She just said I have a week and a half left of life, and finding a bone marrow donor in that time is pretty much close to impossible. My body trembles at all these possibilities rushing through my mind.

What if she doesn't find a bone marrow donor in that time? No, she will. A deep breath fills my vacant lungs, and I think of Sakura. I have to live.

"You said a patient has never died on you, am I right?"

She blinks a few times, surprised, and then relaxes her face. A proud smirk draws on her lips.

"That's right."

A grin spreads along my face.

Those two words, probably just made me happier than any kid in a candy store.

AN: Heyy guys! Yee so im back with another uplaod! I've been really inspired to write this story, so here it is! Hopefully all of you enjoy it. (yay for narusaku first kiss!) I'm in a rush so I can't blab on any more, but once again thanks for all the amazing reviews, really helps me out! (: Until next chapter toodles~