School went back today :D It was fantastic seeing all of my friends again. Just to give you a hint of what my friends are like: I walked into English Extension, and the first thing I hear is: "Hey, guys in this class... You four. What's it like having a boner? I mean, is it painful or uncomfortable? Can you tell when you have one?" Let's just say... I know more about erections than I did beforehand :S And at lunch, a group of friends and I were singing the Oompa Loompa (spelling?) song from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory... In a round. Whilst bobbing. It. Was. Epic.

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Thank you, you lovely people :) So because I just started my last year of school, the work load is going to be absolutely HUGE. On top of that, I'm in 4 bands and I'm practising for 8th grade flute... And I have a job that likes me working six hour shifts. In short, I don't find a lot of time to write, and your reviews give me the inspiration I need. So if you favourite, pretty please review. I do my best, but you have to help as well (not talking to those who already review heaps. That means so much to me :)) and if there's one thing that gets on my nerves, it's people who favourite and never review. It just annoys me :P So please, please review :) I'll seriously love you forever xox

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I'll Never Say

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Two Brothers

Sakura POV

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My legs ached when we entered Otogakure. I hadn't had to walk the whole way, thank the Gods, but I did have to ride a horse, with Sasuke on behind me and keeping me in place. When I first saw the animal, I was slightly frightened. I had never ridden a horse before. What if it should buck me off, or bite me? I hardly had a say in the matter, as Sasuke lifted me onto its back before I could protest.

And now, here I was, in Otogakure, home of the enemy. To say I was afraid would be a terrible understatement. I shrunk away from the prying glares of those who crowded in the streets, cheering on their 'heroes'. I wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow me whole. I wasn't use to glares. I was use to simplicity. I had no idea how to react to these people, with their fancy, bright clothing and their fans woven from silk. They were all so beautiful. I could feel my self esteem lowering to a miniscule amount as each moment passed by. This was not my world, and I did not belong here. I belonged in Konoha, with my Lady Hinata, sneaking out and wading in the fountain at midnight, letting the moon bathe our skin in its pearly glow. That was all I could think as Sasuke hefted me from the horse, and led me up the palace steps. I want to go home.

We entered an elegant circular throne room, blue veined marble along the floor, the roof midnight blue. White blue veined marble pillars reached up to the roof. A man sat at the end in a high backed golden chair, dressed like a king.

"Brother!" He cried, rising from his chair, and rushing to greet Sasuke.

"Itachi," Sasuke acknowledged, returning his brothers embrace. "This is Sakura. She is withholding knowledge of the Hyuuga Hinata's location. She is here under my protection. She knows that she won't be allowed to return home until she tells us."

Itachi turned his gaze towards me. His eyes were dark, like his brothers, but they held warmth. "I wouldn't allow such a rare beauty to be treated with disrespect here anyway, brother. I hope she was treated well in your camp?" I flinched, and that didn't go unmissed by Itachi. "No?" He took my hand in his, concern in his eyes. "I am deeply sorry for any rough treatment you received. Those who gave it will be punished." I managed to smile softly for him. Itachi was truly a kind man, with a good soul. I was merely a servant, and yet he treated me as an equal.

"The men who did her harm have already been taken care of, brother. I attended to their punishment myself," Sasuke scowled at his brother, and I looked at him with confusion. His brother was only being hospitable! "I will take her to her room." He placed his hand in the small of my back and directed me out of the hall.

"We will be having a feast tonight, Sasuke! Don't forget!" Itachi called after us, before addressing the generals and his subjects.

Sasuke led me down many corridors, and the size of the castle made me feel dizzy and lost. There were so many rooms! How would I ever remember my way around? Unless I was meant to be like a prisoner here…

Normal POV

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They stopped in front of a set of polished mahogany doors, and Sasuke opened them, leading the girl inside.

"This is where you will be staying," he said. "The bathroom is through that door, and the gardens are through the other." Sakura's mouth was dangling open rather unbecomingly as she stared at the room. It was beautiful. Mahogany wood floors, baby blue walls, a king sized four poster bed with deep blue curtains. Large windows lined the back walls, sunlight pooling on the ground. She turned her smiling face towards him.

"Do you speak the truth? This is my room?" Her face lit up when he nodded, and she walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it. It felt like falling into clouds, such was the softness. "Are you sure? This room seeps of royalty. I am barely more than a maid. How could this room be mine?" She turned to look at him as he leant on the door frame, steady onyx eyes studying her.

"This room is yours. I will send a maid to you later. She will bring you some food. Clothes are in the cupboard, there should be some in there that fit you. You aren't allowed to leave this room by yourself unless it's for a crucial reason. You are allowed into the gardens. I will come back later to check on you." With that, he left the room, and Sakura was left staring at closed doors. She sat up on the bed, and decided to look around. Going to the closet, there were many beautiful clothes in there. Ones she would never dream of touching, for fear that they would shatter at the slightest touch.

A knock at the door interrupted her from her reverie, and she went to answer it. A girl with chocolate brown eyes and matching hair in two buns stood at the door. In her hands was a tray with delicious looking food on it.

"Hello, miss. My name is Tenten. I've been asked to take care of you." She walked into the room and set the tray on a small table. "Have you been shown how to work the bathrooms, and how to get into the gardens? I can take those clothes from you, and dress you in some others, if you like?" She seemed so timid on the outside, with a rebel spark in her eyes. Sakura liked this girl immediately. "Unless you'd like something to eat, miss?"

The roseate walked up to her, smiling. "Would you like to share this with me? You needn't treat me as royalty, Tenten. Back in my home land, I am a servant, same as you. Please just call me Sakura." She turned her attention to the food, letting the delicious aroma invade her senses. "This smells delicious!"

Tenten and Sakura lazed around the room, eating the food (which was basically a miniature feast) and talking amongst themselves. Sakura found out that Tenten and herself were the same age: seventeen, and that she had been working here since she was thirteen. After they finished their meal, they walked out into the garden.

The garden was beautiful. Creeping vines wound around the walls, clinging to the masonry. Maple and Sakura trees were scattered through the garden, with lotus and snow willow flowers bordering the path. A small waterfall led into a little pond, and koi fish frolicked in the water. Sakura sat on a bench near the pond, Tenten sitting beside her, gazing at the beauty of the small pool. When Sakura heard footsteps approaching, she turned her head to see a breathtakingly beautiful woman walking through the garden, a serving girl cringing in her wake. The woman was dressed in baby blue robes, which accentuated her sky blue eyes. Her long blonde hair whispered down her back, stopping at her waist.

The blonde girl caught sight of Sakura, and the roseate held a welcoming smile on her face. "Hello, I'm -"

SLAP!

Sakura turned her head to the side in shock, her hand coming up to cradle her cheek, tears stinging her eyes.

"Stay away from Sasuke Kun," the girl hissed. "He is mine." She strutted off, her red haired serving girl looking at Sakura apologetically, before chasing after the blonde.

Sakura turned towards Tenten, questions spilling from her eyes. "Who is that girl? Why did she do that?"

A light blush was creeping up Tenten's cheeks. "I apologize for her attitude, Sakura. That is Ino, and she fancies herself Sasuke's betrothed. Do not mind her, she is the jealous type."

"Is Sasuke and herself betrothed?" Sakura asked, hoping that it was no. If they were betrothed, then she had helped a man commit adultery!

"No, they are not. But she is the greatest contender, and if anyone should marry Sasuke, it is her. Nobody wishes for that, though. She is a nasty person, with a black heart. Her father is a politician from Suna, so he has a lot of wealth. He is trying to buy his way into the royal family. "

Sakura could only nod her agreement with her, before they walked back to her room. Tenten left, and Sakura started a bath for herself, lounging back into the warm water. She must have fallen asleep, because the next thing she knew, a light was being turned on, and Sasuke was lounging against the doorframe.

Sakura freaked, scrambling to cover up her nakedness. "Sasuke, please, may I have my privacy?" She asked, fighting to keep her voice soft.

Sasuke shrugged. "It's nothing I haven't seen before. Come, out of the bath. The water must be cold by now." Indeed it was, but the girl wouldn't readily admit that.

"Please give me privacy to get dressed," she hissed, covering herself.

"I said get out of the bath. I didn't say get dressed." He smirked wickedly, and walked over to the roseate, grabbed the top of her arm and hauled her up.

"Please let go of me. I am not your toy, to be used at will. Just leave me alone. Go back to your 'soon to be betrothed'."

Sasuke's features turned dark. "What did she do to you?" He demanded, and Sakura was taken aback by his sudden vehemence.

"She slapped me, and told me to stay away from you. She doesn't seem like one to cross, and I'd rather not cause trouble whilst here." She managed to grab a towel, and wrapped it around herself.

"Bitch…" He mumbled, turning his eyes away from Sakura. After a moment, he turned his gaze back towards her face, and looked deep into her eyes. "She is not my betrothed whilst I still have a choice in the matter. She listens only to her own foolish desires, yet I have no desire to sit beside her for the rest of my life. This has been explained to her, yet she refuses to listen. She is not my betrothed, and I have no intention to change that. Now, I'd rather stop speaking about her, and concentrate on you. I come to you because I desire you. You can either choose to take advantage of that or not. I do not see you as a toy." He lifted her body out of the tub, kissing her lips and removing the towel.

A part of her was telling her that this wasn't right. That she shouldn't allow him to. But her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and he was able to evoke this reaction out of her, no matter how hard she tried to resist him. He lifted her up, and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Her hands were fisting his shirt, wishing he'd hurry up and remove the offending article of clothing.

Sakura felt him smirk against her lips, before saying, "someone's impatient." She managed to growl at him, before he dumped her on the bed and removed his shirt before following the girl. His lips met hers quickly, ravaging them, letting his tongue invade her mouth, pulling her to sit on his lap and shoving a finger inside of the girl, moving it in and out furiously. She groaned, scrunching her eyes shut and burying her face in the crook at his shoulder.

"Does this feel good?" He rasped, his voice coated thick with lust and desire.

She grinned. "No…" She started to pant, and he added a second finger.

"What about this?"

"No…" Sakura refused to let him get to her. But no matter what her voice was saying, her body was screaming differently, and she was hardly able to retain her sanity. He added a third finger, and she moaned in pleasure, closing her eyes, barely able to breathe properly.

"This?" He was panting with her, and she shook her head, not trusting her voice. "Are you sure?" He curled his fingers inside her, using his thumb to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves. She started to buck her hips against his fingers, wanting more and more of him, her gaze going hazy with need.

"Oh Gods," she moaned, finding his lips and kissing him like her life depended on it. Her hands trailed down his torso, and he growled at her touch, before she got to his pants and started to try and tug them off.

"No, Sakura," he said, his voice barely stopping short of a growl. "I thought you didn't like it. If that's the case, we're done here." He pulled his fingers out of the girl, and she whimpered at the loss of contact. The male pushed her off him, and started to stand, wiping his fingers on the material of his breeches. He made to walk towards the door, before she scrambled after him, locking his lips with hers.

"No, please don't go," she begged, knowing that he couldn't leave her like that. He couldn't leave her needing that pleasure, and she had no idea how to finish it herself.

She felt him smirk again. "If you insist." He lowered his hand back down, and thrust all three fingers back inside of her. Sakura's moans were drowned by his kiss, and she hooked one of her legs over his hip, giving him more room to work his magic on her body. Her hands lowered back down to the hem of his pants and started trying to tug them off, wishing for something more to be inside of her. He removed his fingers once more, and before she could complain, he lifted her back up and took her back to the bed, lowering her onto it, before removing his pants and climbing on top of her. He grabbed both of her hands and lifted them above her head, rubbing his member up and down her slit. She nearly cried, wanting him to fill her. She bucked her hips, trying to force him inside of her.

"Please…" She whispered, needing him.

He smirked once again, before taking her wrists in one of his hands, holding her waist in the other. He started to lower himself, agonizingly slowly, getting the tip past her opening, before pulling back out quickly. He was teasing her, and she growled at him. "Sasuke…" The roseate warned, trying to lift her hips up, but unable to move under the pressure of his hand. He only lifted the side of his lip, giving her his infuriating smirk. He lowered himself once more, going in slightly further, before pulling out again.

"Sasuke… Please…" She pleaded, trying to wriggle her hands free, hating herself for being reduced to the standards of a common whore, begging for his sex.

"What do you want, Sakura?" He whispered to her seductively, his voice a tantalising breath of wind.

"I want you, damn it!" She gasped, tears welling from the loss of contact. He grinned, before plunging himself deep inside of her. She arched her back, groaning with the sensation of being filled so satisfyingly. It still hurt in places, especially after the abuse, but Sasuke had some strange way of being able to make her forget all about the pain, and lose herself in the pleasure of him and her being joined.

He set an agonisingly slow pace, and she tried to buck her hips, telling him to go faster with her actions, seeing as she seemed incapable of speech.

"What do you want, Sakura?" He asked again, stopping altogether, still buried deep inside of her. She tried to move her waist, begging for the sweet friction, the incredible feeling of release.

"Oh Gods, Sasuke, please, faster, harder…" She managed to spit out, frustrated beyond reason. Her body was screaming for a release that he refused to give her.

"Hn," he grunted, before driving in and out of her, hitting the sweet spot inside of her over and over, drowning out her screams with his kisses. She could feel her walls clamping around him, she knew that it was getting hard for him to keep moving, but it didn't stop him. He made up for the speed by going deeper and deeper.

She pressed herself into his body as she came, trying with all her might to hold back a scream. Again, he came just after her, and he gritted his teeth as he did so, burying himself deep inside of her when he did. He rolled off the girl keeping her back to him. She tried to turn around, so as to face him, but he kept an arm of steel around her waist, stopping her from moving. With his other hand, he trailed it down her stomach, between her legs, playing with the tender flesh he had just pleasured. He stuck a finger inside of her again, and she groaned, having barely recovered from her last orgasm. It was almost more than she could take, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he put a second finger inside of her.

"I plan on doing this all night, Sakura. You'd better get used to it," he whispered hoarsely into her ear, entering a third finger, curling them inside her body, making her moan and fluids rush from her body, running down her thighs. He used his thumb to tease her sensitive nub, curling his fingers with every deep thrust of his hand. She could barely repress her moans, bucking into his hands, wishing he'd never stop his pleasurable torture. She came a second time that night, and by that time, he was ready to go again. He climbed on top of her, and continued his assault.

They finally fell asleep in the early hours of the morning.

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When she woke, it must have been late morning. Sasuke was beside her, already awake, and staring at her pointedly. Sakura smiled shyly at him, and he gave her his infamous smirk.

"I believe that the whole castle is chucking a fit looking for me. 'Tis quite amusing to hear their shouts." Sakura covered her mouth in a lame attempt to hide her giggle, but he saw it anyway. "I should probably leave now, anyway. My brother will want to know why I walked out halfway through the feast." He got out of the bed, and she could feel heat creeping into her cheeks at his lack of care for showing her his body in all its glory. She shut her eyes in mortification, before she felt him walk back over to her. She carefully parted the lids of one eye, before opening both upon realising that he had donned his pants. "I suggest you dress also. My brother will no doubt want to question you on your knowledge of the Hyuuga girl today." Sakura nodded meekly, before he brushed his lips over her forehead, pulled his shirt over his head, and quietly left the room.

Sakura wrapped the sheets around her, and immediately went searching for a slip to wear. Opening the cupboard, she carefully fingered the gowns, looking for something that she wouldn't be too afraid to don. She eventually found a gold coloured silk slip that went past her knees. She pulled it on, and just in time, too. Tenten entered the room quietly, and set a tray of food onto the same small table. Sakura dug in, and offered some to her as well.

"Uchiha Itachi Sama has requested your presence after lunch, Sakura. Once we finish this meal, I will take you to him." Sakura nodded at her silently, feeling nervous. She didn't know what to make of Sasuke's elder brother. He seemed a kind enough soul, but she was worried about his way of 'questioning'. They finished their meal, and Tenten took her hand, pulling her from the room. Butterflies frolicked in her stomach, and she started to feel a bit sick. What if he was far crueller than she had judged the previous day? But no matter the turmoil in her head, they were soon standing before the doors that led to the room she had been in briefly yesterday. Itachi was in the same high backed chair from yesterday, speaking to a man with long black hair and a serpentine face. Sasuke stood behind Itachi's chair, his clothes new, seeming bored with the conversation before him. Itachi saw Tenten and Sakura, and flicked his hand, dismissing the pale man with whom he had been conversing.

"Sakura!" He smiled, rising from his throne and walking towards the roseate, taking her hand in his and looking deep into her eyes. "I trust you slept well?" Sakura saw Tenten exit the hall from her peripherals.

"Yes, thank you," she replied, forcing herself to stop her eyes from looking at Sasuke. Itachi seemed pleased by her answer, as he grabbed her hand in his more securely.

"Sasuke, our guest and I shall be taking a walk. Please stay here and see to any matters that may arise." Sasuke just stared emotionlessly at his brother, before nodding and sitting in Itachi's chair. Itachi led her to the same garden that Tenten and she had walked through yesterday, not letting her hand go. "Do not be fazed by my brother's cold attitude. Deep down he is a good soul."

She just nodded, not trusting her voice. "Now to why you are here. Sasuke has informed me that you are the Hyuuga Hinata's serving girl, yes? In that case, you should know her location. Sakura, I admire your loyalty, but know that I would not support my brother in this war if it weren't for a just cause. Yue was very dear to both of us, especially Sasuke. He and her were very close. All evidence points to the Hyuuga clan being the cause of her death. A Hyuuga was found dead near her body, from wounds inflicted that were similar to her fighting style. We studied the Hyuuga's eye to be certain, and there is no doubt. It was a Hyuuga. I wish to help ease the ache in Sasuke's heart, and honestly, it will ease some of my own. Although Hyuuga Hinata may not have had a part in Yue's death, she holds a similar place in the Hyuuga household. In a cruel way, it would only be fair to take Hinata's life in exchange for Yue's." He stopped his walking and turned to face the girl. "Sakura, you seem intelligent, and I hope you understand the situation. I am not one to take a life for no reason, and if taking the life of Hinata will bring peace, then I am willing to pay that. Let me accompany you back to your room."

They walked the halls in silence, before Sakura stood before the familiar mahogany doors. She turned to Itachi. "Thank you for the talk, Itachi Sama. I will take it into account."

Itachi's brow was furrowed in thought. "This is your room?"

Sakura nodded in assent, tempted to ask him what was wrong, but he spoke before she could. "I hope it is to your liking, then. I will send for the serving girl who was with you before." Before she could reply, he walked off. Shaking her head in confusion, she walked into her room.

When Tenten came back, Sakura asked her why Itachi had seemed so confused by her placement in the room. She hesitatingly told the girl.

"This room hasn't been inhabited for three years, Sakura," she said quietly, avoiding her eye.

"Why?" She insisted, turning towards Tenten's line of sight.

"This is Miss Yue's old room."

The days turned dull and dreary, one fading quickly into another. It was monotonous. Most nights, Sasuke would come to her room, sometimes early in the evening, sometimes when she was asleep in the middle of the night. He'd never let her stay asleep, though. He'd always wake her up to fulfil his 'desire'. She had given up feeling disgusted with herself, and was waiting for the right time to ask him why he had given her his dead lover's room. She spent her time exploring the gardens, basking in the small piece of utopia.

It was there in the garden that she found a small herb patch. It was abundant with hundreds of little plants, with everything from cooking necessities to deadly poisons. Back in Konoha, Sakura had been taught a fair amount of Herb Lore from the Hyuuga's doctor, Tsunade. Dredging up the knowledge she knew, she found a certain plant whose leaves could prevent conception. All she had to do was chew the leaf the morning after, and she would not conceive.

She spent her nights with Sasuke, yes, but she spent most of her days with Itachi, talking to him. Sakura had no idea what about her interested the two brothers, but something did, and it seemed that Itachi was growing fonder and fonder of her by the day. She did not try to lead him on, and she did not want his advances. The girl felt guilty enough about sleeping with his brother most nights. She did not want to have to deal with Itachi's courting as well.

At nights, Sasuke was an incredible lover, and against her better judgement, she found herself looking forward to when he would come. She loved the feel of his silky raven locks when she ran them through her fingers. She loved it when he would look at her with his obsidian eyes, as if analysing her, drinking in her very essence, and she often felt as if she were drowning in their impenetrable depths. She loved the feel of his arms around her waist, holding her tight as they drifted into the embrace of sleep. She loved the feel of his body moving against hers, and the sound of his voice when he said her name, the feel of his fingers through her hair... She would often shake her head, as if that simple action alone could banish the thoughts in her mind. She shouldn't have been feeling like that towards him. Sasuke and Itachi were on a vendetta to kill her mistress, her best friend, Lady Hyuuga Hinata. That alone made her feel disgusted that she would let Sasuke into her bed. But whenever Sasuke would come to her room, all thoughts of hatred fled. When he was with her, there was no one but him.

Ino's hatred for Sakura seemed to grow by the day, to the point where, at the end of January, she was contemplating asking Itachi to give her a guard should she go outside. It was almost as if Ino knew of Sasuke's night time endeavours to the roseate's room and bed. Sakura tried to speak to her rationally once, but it led to a bleeding nose where Ino had punched her. It took all she could to convince Sasuke to not throw Ino out of the castle. When he snarled at the girl, asking why she was willing to put up with what she did, Sakura replied that she did not want to sink to Ino's level, on top of the fact that she was a stranger, almost a prisoner there – Ino had far more right to be there than Sakura.

On the last day of January, the roseate was searching in her closet, trying to find a slip, chemise or tunic to wear. She feared she had run out, and this led her to a panic, opening draws and feeling around for a hint of material. Her fingers brushed over a break in the wood, and she heard a thump as the wood tipped slightly. Curious, and forgetting her previous want to find proper clothing for the day, she managed to extract the narrow plank of wood. Underneath, covered in dust, was a small book, bound in royal blue satin, with silver thread woven in intricate designs. Perplexed, Sakura pulled the book out, and blew the dust off the top. It appeared to be a few years old, and in good condition despite the dust. Opening it, she almost dropped it.

This diary is the property of Yue.

Underneath the words, there was a faded photograph of a girl, no older than fifteen. Her skin looked like moonlight, and her hair was black as the void. She had wide, azure eyes that seemed alive with questions. In short, she was very beautiful, and Sakura found herself envious of her, for her looks alone, not to mention that she was Sasuke's first love. She immediately felt like a replacement for this beautiful girl, her features almost angelic.

The diary looked like it hadn't been disturbed since Yue's death, and she opened it, curious as of its hidden content.

*Gasp* the plot thickens! Yeah, a slight cliff hanger, but anyone who's read Don't Let Me Go will kow that I have a weird fetish for them :D This one is quite mild in comparison.

But yeah... My schedule is hectic (heccers... :P) atm, and I really need as much support as I can get. Think of it this way: As soon as I finish the story the quicker I can update. The power to inspire me to write more is in your hands, young padawan :D

Oh, and I don't know if I'm allowed to do this (seeing as I didn't ask first, but please forgive me if this annoys you, and tell me asap too because I'll take this part down), but seriously guys, read river of the sand's SasuSaku story, A Love Like This, because it's really good, and for some retarded reason it's getting hardly any reviews. Now I'm really picky when it comes to stories, so if I say that one is really good, I mean that it is really good. And this one deserves way more love than it's getting.

And that leads me to think... Is it just me, or has anyone else noticed that the quality of writing is, well... Dying, lately? (This is not me saying 'my work is amazing', btw. I know it isn't. I'm just stating a fact) Like, a story could have an amazing plot, but the grammar and spelling would make me want to hurt something. Or the grammar and spelling would be fine, but the story is just like... *yawn*. Wow, that sounds so mean! But it's seriously getting to that stage. It feels like people are only ever writing for the reviews nowadays, and aren't putting any thought at all into what they write. It makes me sad :( On top of that, it seems that stories with basic plots and questionable grammar are getting way more love than stories who really deserve it. It's just... Argh! It makes me so frustrated! I've been pretty lucky so far. I get a pretty decent number of reviews for the stories I write. But I see some others which are really good, and people just don't appreciate them. At all. It's really upsetting.

Anyway, I'll let you go now. I've gotta stop writing such massive authors notes. This is getting out of hand. I think I need to see someone about this rambling problem I have.

- MusoninjaRAWR xox