Chapter Forty Six
Saturdays suck, Nnoitra thought to himself as he spent another lazy hour in the car. It was warm outside and the sun was out, no breeze in the air. It smelled of Spring and all he wanted to do was get the fuck out and enjoy himself. But he still had one more hour left. One more hour until someone could relieve him so he could go eat, maybe get some sleep or at the very least, go check out Blondie. He was a little pissed off, okay really pissed off, that their time had been cut short the last time. It had taken him a bit but he had finally figured out what it was that he had freaked out over. Though he'd never seen anyone act like that over a gun, a part of him understood it. After all he was afraid, no wary, of forks himself.
Luck was on his side when the woman exited her building ten minutes later and got in her car, exiting the parkway and driving towards the hotel. Nnoitra picked up his phone to let the man on the other side know that he would be there soon for the shift change. His luck held when the car he was following didn't make any changes in its course and drove straight on to its destination.
After handing off his detailed though scrawling notes he jetted off as quick as he could. He hated it when whoever switched places with him wanted to talk about things because for the most part none of it mattered. That was part of why he took notes. Anything else was unnecessary. Once his feet were on the pavement his first thought was food. Fortunately Grimmjow lived rather close so he went back to the condo to grab what he could before deciding what to do next.
Grimmjow ran his finger down Ichigo's nose and chuckled when he batted it away, missing it completely and ended up hitting himself in the face. Ichigo blinked his eyes opened and smiled.
"What are you doing?" He asked with a yawn.
"I just realized you have freckles across yer nose." Grimmjow grinned. If anyone thought he had a thing for redheads it was nothing to how he felt about freckles. It was a good thing Ichigo didn't have dimples or he'd be completely lost in him.
"Shut up." Ichigo smiled as he sat up.
Grimmjow sat up as well, pulling Ichigo close for a sweet nipping kiss. He felt like he was seventeen again and was more than ready to go for a second round, but just as he thought about laying Ichigo back down, his stomach growled. Ichigo looked sheepishly up at him and bit his lip.
"I think I should eat something."
"Yeah."
They each took a quick shower, managing to keep their hands to their selves for the most part, and dressed for the day. They were in the middle of sifting through a pile of snack foods and leftovers when Nnoitra walked in the door and made a beeline for their food.
"I'm fuckin' starvin'." He said as he shoved a rice ball in his mouth. Ichigo was surprised he didn't choke on it.
"How'd it go?" Grimmjow asked, popping a cherry tomato in his mouth.
"Fuck, are ya kiddin' me? She starts out on one routine and then just like a fuckin' chick she changes things up on me."
"You're following a woman?" Ichigo asked.
Nnoitra raised his eyebrow and looked at Ichigo as if he had just realized he was there. "Did ya two fuck finally?" He asked, leaning close to him.
Ichigo frowned and blushed. "That's none…."
"Yes we did." Grimmjow said, interrupting Ichigo and licking his lips when Ichigo scowled at him.
"Good. Yer an asshole when ya don't get laid and he's a bitch." Nnoitra said, jerking his thumb at Ichigo.
"So what else do ya have for me?" Grimmjow asked, barely ignoring Ichigo's cute pout.
Nnoitra shrugged and reached for more food. "She's got man legs."
Ichigo choked on his drink and Grimmjow laughed at him, handing him a napkin before he asked what Nnoitra meant.
"The fuck ya… she has legs like a man. An ass like one too fer that matter."
Ichigo frowned slightly. "So you're saying you think you've been following a Queen instead of an actual woman?"
Grimmjow gave Ichigo a funny look before returning his attention to Nnoitra. Nnoitra shrugged. "Could be. I would know this shit if I was allowed ta do things my way." He said, giving a not so subtle hint to Grimmjow that he wasn't happy with the way things were going.
"Just keep following her, er him, er whatever."
Nnoitra grunted and reached for more food. "Yo, what's Blondie up to?" He asked, directing the conversation to Ichigo for the first time.
"He doesn't want to see you." Ichigo replied with a sigh. He didn't like being the go between for his friend but felt it necessary this time.
"Che, sure he doesn't."
"No really. I'm serious. Don't take that gun around him either. He really doesn't like those things."
"So what? Just a fuckin' gun." Nnoitra scoffed.
"Yeah, and if you saw yer father gunned down by a crazy woman when you were five years old you'd have a fear of guns too." Ichigo blurt out.
"Fuck." Grimmjow said, sitting back in his seat a bit.
Nnoitra frowned and grabbed more food. Did anyone he knew have a non traumatic childhood? And why should he care about something like that? He just wanted a fuck.
"Tch." Was his outward answer to that. "You two aren't gonna be in the middle a fuckin' on the couch er somethin' when I get outta the shower are ya?" He asked as he walked out of the kitchen.
When Grimmjow laughed and Ichigo blushed Nnoitra felt like his job was done there and set about his task of getting clean and figuring out what to do with the rest of his day.
Szayel wasn't happy. He didn't have nearly the sort of information he had hoped to get out of this man and he had gone and passed out on him again. With a sigh he stood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When truth serums didn't work, sexual torture usually did. It was different than using something like the rack or burning the bottoms of peoples feet. In those cases most people would tell you anything in order to stop the pain. Szayel was able to keep a man, even a woman, at the brink of orgasm for as long as the body would allow to ensure he got what he wanted. It seemed that he had, for all intents and purposes, tapped this well dry. This man really didn't have anything else to tell him. On top of being disappointed he was now bored. A bored Szayel was trouble.
Shinji walked into his apartment later that afternoon with a smile on his face. After a chat with his mother he had decided to talk Ichigo into going out with him that night, no matter what it took. Even if he had to bring his man along with him, he didn't care. He wanted to go out and dance and get drunk and maybe, just maybe, hook up with a cute stud to fool around with. One that didn't have a bad attitude and a gun. Barely taking the time to take his shoes off, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ichigo's cell number.
"Hello?" Ichigo answered in the middle of a laugh.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Grimmjow's making the cats do back flips. It's cute." Ichigo giggled again. "What's up?"
"We're going out tonight and I won't take no fer an answer." Shinji said, making his voice as full of authority as he could.
"Where?"
"Liquid is always hot Saturday nights." Shinji said offhandedly. He didn't really care where they went.
"Alright. Let me see if I can talk Grimmjow into going. When do you wanna go?"
He hadn't really expected Ichigo to agree so quickly but was pleased that he did. It made his job a bit easier.
"I dunno. But ya need to help me get ready." Shinji always went through at least fourteen outfits before he found the right one and even though Ichigo really wasn't much help there it was fun to have someone to play dress up with.
"Uhm, gimmie a sec to talk to Grimm about it. I'll call ya back." Ichigo said, Shinji's mood dampening just a little.
As Shinji hopped into the shower, Ichigo sat on the floor next to Grimmjow and sighed.
"What do you want?" Grimmjow asked as Kimi showed her bold side and batted Leiko out of her way to fetch the string Grimmjow was trailing across the carpet.
"Shinji wants to go out tonight."
"So."
"I do to."
"Hmph." Grimmjow huffed as he looked up at Ichigo. He really wasn't in the mood to go anywhere. He would have preferred to stay home, in bed, with Ichigo for the rest of the day, but since he had expressed the want to go himself he found that he didn't want to say no. After all, they had never really go out together before and he was interested in seeing Ichigo dance outside of work.
"I'm going too then."
Ichigo smiled hugely. "Well yeah."
"Go where?" Nnoitra asked as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel hanging loosely from his thin hips as he rubbed another towel over his hair.
"Out with Ichigo and Blondie." Grimmjow said, pushing himself off the floor. If he got Nnoitra to go with him at least he'd have someone to hang out with while Ichigo was dancing. He didn't like to dance himself.
Nnoitra's eyebrow raised and a slow grin stretched his lips. "Blondie, eh?" This could be fun. "I'm goin' to."
Ichigo sighed. He wasn't to sure how Shinji would feel about that, but at least Grimmjow was going with him. He would have gone without him, but he didn't want to fight the day after Grimmjow had confessed to him. He blushed at his own thoughts, receiving a knowing grin from Grimmjow, and reached for his cell phone.
"How are things goin', Yuna?" Riku asked with a smile as the blonde woman walked into the room.
A small smile twitched at a full pair of lips. "I think things are going rather well, Riku. He's focusing on me enough that security is lacking in other areas. I think we may be able to move forward soon." A soft, pleasant voice tinkled through the air.
"Stop with the weird voice. It creeps me out comin' from you." Riku said with a sneer.
A lilting chuckle was heard as a slim hand reached up and pulled the blonde wig off. Fingers mused russet locks and the voice deepened considerably.
"Oh, Riku. There's no need to feel awkward. I'm the one dressed as a woman after all."
"Forgive me for sayin' this sir, but yer better suited fer this kinda thing than me so…."
Another laugh. "Yes, you would look quite ridiculous in this get up." With a sigh the wig was tossed casually on the bedside table. "Let's let them have some freedom for a few more days, shall we?"
Riku smiled. "I love how you think, but what about…?"
"Don't worry about him. I have everything under control." He sat delicately on the bed and leaned back on his hands. "Now take your clothes off and show me just how dedicated you are to me."
Riku smiled and obeyed immediately.
Thankfully Shinji didn't have to wait long before Ichigo called him back. He was just getting out of the shower when he heard his phone and ran to answer it, towel forgotten on the rack.
"I'll be over in a sec. Just so ya know, Nnoitra is going too."
"What the fuck?" Shinji whined.
"Sorry. He heard me talking about it and kinda invited himself." Ichigo lowered his voice a bit. "I'm sorry. I kinda told him why you don't like guns. Maybe he wants to apologize."
Shinji snorted. "Ichi, I love ya, but yer kinda stupid sometimes."
"Whatever. See ya in a bit."
Shinji tossed his phone on the couch and pulled on a loose pair of boxers. Of course those would be changed once the final outfit was chosen, but Ichigo wasn't really okay with him being completely nude around him, no matter how many years they had known each other. He was pulling out the last of the clothes he wanted to try on just as Ichigo knocked and then immediately let himself inside. Shinji looked up and couldn't help but smile right along with the big grin that was on his friend's face.
"Did ya just get laid? Yer fuckin' glowin'."
Ichigo blushed predictably and chewed on his bottom lip. "He told me…." He mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as his blush deepened.
Shinji's eyebrows raised in question. "What? That yer cute when ya blush?"
"Shut up." Ichigo sighed and tossed himself on the couch. "He told me he loved me."
It was barely a whisper but Shinji heard it loud and clear. He felt the tiny stab in his heart and again marveled at how small it was. Instead of dwelling on it he flopped on the couch next to Ichigo and wrapped his arms around his middle.
"I'm so happy yer happy Ichi. I really am."
Ichigo smiled, glad that Shinji seemed to be really warming up to the idea of him being with Grimmjow. "Thanks Shin. Now shut up and let's get this girly shit over with."
Shinji stuck out his tongue, his piercing winking in the low light. "Ya love this girly shit and ya know it."
Ichigo just rolled his eyes and tossed a shirt in Shinji's face.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Grimmjow grumbled as they piled out of the car later that night.
"What the hell are you talking about? You wanted to come with us." Ichigo countered with a smile.
Shinji rolled his eyes and inched away from Nnoitra. He wasn't sure if he was carrying a gun or not and it was making him wary just thinking about it. As soon as the bouncer noticed them he smiled.
"Shin-chan, Ichi-kun. Welcome. It's been a while."
Ichigo smiled. "Too long, Daisuke. How's it tonight."
Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow at Ichigo's attitude and realized that he had never really seen Ichigo in his element. This evening should be interesting.
"Tonight Masato is here, so things will be tight."
"Sweet." Shinji grinned. Masato always spun the best records.
"Have fun you two and don't start any fights this time."
Ichigo flushed. "That wasn't my fault last time. That guy grabbed my ass."
"Ichi, ya broke his nose."
"He shouldn't have grabbed my ass." Ichigo pouted as Daisuke let the four of them inside.
Grimmjow frowned. "Am I going to have to kill someone tonight?" He asked as they made their way to the bar.
Ichigo shook his head. "No."
Now that they were inside and the music was thumping in his veins all he wanted to do was get out on the dance floor. He had tried to explain to Grimmjow that he usually danced with Shinji but that hadn't gone over too well. Not wanting to argue he had tried something new. He looked up and Grimmjow through his lashes and stuck out his bottom lip a bit before effecting a pleading voice, "I'll blow you in the bathroom while we're there." That had done it. Grimmjow had growled and pushed him back into the bathroom wall, kissing him so hard that he felt it in his toes. Ichigo couldn't believe something like that had worked, but filed it away for future reference. He didn't like acting like that but it would come in handy he bet.
Shinji ordered himself two shots and downed the first one before turning to Ichigo and smiling.
"One up. Get on it Ichi. I wanna dance."
"Tch, fine." Ichigo grabbed the shot off the bar and tossed it back, reaching for the second round as soon as the bartender set them down.
Grimmjow cocked an eyebrow as Shinji and Ichigo both took four shots each before turning to each other and giggling. He couldn't stop the smirk from slipping onto his face if he had wanted to. Things were going to be interesting tonight. Nnoitra's eyes raked over Shinji's body hungrily. He wanted to get laid so bad it was starting to hurt. He couldn't stop thinking about that tight ass and those slim legs wrapping around him. That dirty mouth groaning expletives and insults even as those thin hips bucked and pressed against him, begging for more. Nnoitra shook his head and ordered a drink. He needed to stop thinking about things like that before he walked over to where Shinji was now standing at the edge of the dance floor and ripped his clothes of right then and there. Fucker was just too damn tempting.
Ichigo had turned to Grimmjow and kissed his cheek lightly before Shinji grabbed his hand and pulled him out to the dance floor. They stood at the edge, smiling like idiots before someone in the crowd waved to them and they made their way over to them. Grimmjow watched as he sipped at his beer, slowly edging away from the bar to a free table. He was still a bit worried, or jealous, about Ichigo dancing with Shinji. He was expecting the blond to get too close and then he'd have to kill him. Ichigo may feel weird about getting jealous of other men, but Grimmjow had no problem with it. Ichigo was his after all and he wasn't going to let other men touch him, best friend or not.
Shinji reached out to the new comer and hugged him tight, Ichigo waving and smiling as they did so.
"You came! I thought you two would never come out again."
"I told ya I'd get Ichi out one of these days. It's been way too long though." With an arm slung around the other man's hips Shinji turned to Ichigo and smiled. "Ready to show these people how ta move?"
Ichigo grinned. "Shut up and dance stupid."
Shinji giggled. "C'mon Tesla. Threesome dance!"
Ichigo rolled his eyes but still followed the two out to the middle of the floor. The alcohol was flowing through his system nicely and it didn't take long for the three of them to get into the groove, though Ichigo wasn't actually touching either one of them. He had conveniently forgotten to mention to Grimmjow that when he danced with Shinji it was more like he was dancing near Shinji more than anything. As their bodies moved Grimmjow and Nnoitra watched them, each of them taking a seat and enjoying the show. Nnoitra was a little upset that Tesla was there, but figured it was dark enough that he wouldn't be noticed. Unless Shinji brought him over to the table that is. He couldn't help but notice the two blondes grinding against each other in the middle of the dance floor and found himself struggling with the erotic images that it produced in his head.
"So yer just gonna let him out there alone?" He asked Grimmjow to distract himself.
Grimmjow shrugged. "It's a nice view from here and this place is small enough that I can get to him quick if need be." He gave Nnoitra aside long glance. "You just gonna sit back and let Blondie dance away from you?"
"Che, who said I was doin' that?"
"I didn't want to say anything, mostly because yer an asshole when I point stuff like this out, but you like him, don't you?"
Nnoitra looked at Grimmjow as if he had grown a second head. "Yer kinda freakin' me out with this chick talk dude. And I don't like Blondie. He's just got a nice tight ass." And he can take every inch of me like it's nothin', he added silently, though he wasn't sure why he kept that part of it to himself.
"Whatever. It won't kill you to apologize to him. Even if it is just to get in his pants again."
"When the hell didja start givin' advice?"
Grimmjow shrugged and smiled, his eyes still on Ichigo as he danced. "Fuck you."
Nnoitra rolled his eyes and returned his attention to the blondes.
Ichigo was sweating so much he could feel it trickle down his back, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun. He, Shinji and Tesla decided to take a break, stopping at the bar to get more shots and bottles of water before finding Grimmjow and Nnoitra sitting companionably at a table nearby. Ichigo smiled and dropped himself onto the chair next to Grimmjow's, kissing him soundly while he uncapped his bottle of water. He was feeling giddy and not thinking about the fact that he had never really kissed Grimmjow openly in public before except for that one kiss at the club. He pulled away to chug his water, his eyes smiling at the predatory gaze Grimmjow was giving him.
"Nnoitra-sama! What are you doing here?" Tesla asked as he and Shinji approached the table.
Nnoitra just sneered at him and grabbed Shinji's wrist, pulling him down into his lap.
"The fuck ya doin'? I almost dropped my drink!" Shinji practically shrieked as he tried to struggle away from him.
Nnoitra snorted and bit down on Shinji's ear, causing the younger man to stop his movement completely and shiver. Tesla's eyes widened at the sight and he took a small step back.
"B-baka, let go." Shinji said, his hand pushing at Nnoitra's shoulder.
"Shut up, I don't have my gun on me so chill." He whispered in Shinji's ear before licking his neck.
Shinji's fingers tightened on Nnoitra's shirt and he shivered again. Grimmjow shook his head and chuckled at the scene before returning his attention back to Ichigo. His eyes were bright with excitement and he was still panting from his exertions.
"Dance with me." Ichigo said, leaning closer.
Grimmjow shook his head. "I got a better idea." He said with a lecherous grin.
"Dance with me first." Ichigo stood and grabbed Grimmjow's hand, pulling him out of his seat as well.
Grimmjow let himself be pulled out to the floor. "I hate dancing." He grumbled, but the way Ichigo was moving his hips was hypnotic.
"Humor me."
"Yer drunk."
"Am not." He stopped and thought about how many shots he had had that night; how many beers he had had with Shinji before they had gone back to the condo so Ichigo could get dressed. "Okay maybe a little."
Grimmjow chuckled and pulled him close by his hips. Ichigo smiled and draped his arms over Grimmjow's shoulders.
"Just close your eyes and feel the music." He closed the space between him and Grimmjow, pressing their chests and hips together as he began to sway to the slow trancey beat.
Grimmjow's grip tightened on him and he let himself go, for once letting someone else take the lead. He knew Ichigo was a good dancer, who could not know that after seeing him strip, but being this close to him, feeling it as he moved… it was amazing. He nudged a leg between Ichigo's and was pleased when those thighs tightened around him. Ichigo ground into him, his bottom lip caught between his teeth in concentration. It was the first time he had danced quite like this before and he was quickly finding himself overheated. But there was no way he was going to stop this. Grimmjow groaned when he brushed his lips against his neck and his hands slid into his hair. The grip on Ichigo's hips tightened further before loosening and sliding behind him to cup his ass. Still Ichigo moved, hips twitching, torso undulating, lips teasing and fingers massaging. Grimmjow had no idea how long they had been at it but he couldn't take it anymore. He was just about to say something when a hot, wet tongue slid its way up his neck and Ichigo's husky voice breathed in his ear.
"I want you so bad right now."
Fuck.
Ichigo pulled back and bit his lip, his face flushed and his eyes half mast. He took a step back as he linked his fingers with Grimmjow's, pulling him in the direction of the bathroom. Grimmjow grinned and let Ichigo lead the way.
Tesla couldn't really comprehend what he was seeing. Nnoitra, his Nnoitra, was currently attacking Shinji's neck and Shinji was sitting there letting him do it. Sort of.
"L-let go, asshole." Shinji said weakly as Nnoitra once again bit down on his ear.
"Shut up." Nnoitra growled.
Tesla opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted when he heard his name.
"Tesla, you little bitch! Get the fuck over here." Shinji looked up at his friend in time to see a older, bearded man approach them.
"Oh, I'm sorry Jiro-san." Tesla smiled uneasily. "Let me just say good b-."
"Who told you, you cold just take off like that? Get the fuck outside and in the car before I kick the shit out of you right here."
Shinji glared. "Tes?"
Tesla smiled. "I'll see you at the club tomorrow, Shin-chan."
Jiro grabbed Tesla by the back of the neck and pushed him towards the door.
"Fuckin' idiot attached himself to another controlling, abusive asshole." Shinji muttered.
"So what? He likes it."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I came here to dance, not be assaulted by you. Let me go." He managed to push himself away from Nnoitra and brushed at his clothes when he righted himself. "Asshole."
Nnoitra just grinned at him and Shinji rolled his eyes once more before turning towards the dance floor to escape him. Nnoitra was confident enough that that wouldn't be their only encounter of the night.
Grimmjow barely noticed that the sides of the stalls went all the way to the floor as he pushed Ichigo inside one and locked the door behind them. The small cubicle looked clean enough, but of course none of that was on his mind. A gorgeous redhead was gnawing on his neck and unbuttoning his shirt, nimble fingers were brushing over taut nipples. He pulled Ichigo's shirt up with one hand going straight to his nipples as he other hand pulled at the belt he was wearing. Obviously it wasn't a necessary item, but Grimmjow managed to make quick work of it, letting it fall open before immediately tackling the button fly.
Ichigo was panting as Grimmjow exposed him and he belatedly realized he was the one that was supposed to be exposing Grimmjow.
"Hey, wait…."
"Shh." Grimmjow hissed as he reached inside Ichigo's underwear and curled his fingers around his almost fully hard length.
"Ah, fff…. But…."
"You can suck me off later." Grimmjow used his free hand to grab Ichigo by his hair, pinning his head back against the wall of the stall. "I'm gonna fuck you right now." He husked before licking the sweat from Ichigo's neck.
Ichigo groaned. Normally he would have fought against that, even if only just a little, but right now he seemed to have no control. Or rather, no inclination to control himself. Grimmjow sank his teeth into Ichigo's neck as he pulled his pants down over his ass to mid thigh. Ichigo whined as Grimmjow's hot lips trailed hotter kisses over his jaw before finally capturing his lips. Freeing himself easily, he pumped his own hand over his cock before pulling away to look down into Ichigo's eyes. Without being told Ichigo reached up and grabbed onto the top of the wall of the stall, lifting himself up a bit. Grimmjow groaned and spit into his hand, slicking it over his cock before pulling one of Ichigo's legs up and placing it at his hip. Ichigo hopped up and wrapped his other leg around Grimmjow, tilting his hips and nearly crying out when the tip brushed against him.
"Shh, or we'll get kicked out." Grimmjow grinned, the idea of getting caught turning him on even more.
Ichigo opened his mouth to retort but the only thing that came out was a low and quickly stifled moan as Grimmjow pushed inside him. He stiffened, the angle of both of them making Ichigo tighter than normal, before pushing forward all the way. Ichigo was trembling slightly and Grimmjow grabbed his hips.
"Kiss me." He breathed in a commanding tone, pulling his hips back slowly, to which Ichigo complied immediately.
As soon as their tongues touched Grimmjow snapped his hips forward, pulling back and snapping forward once more. Ichigo moaned into the kiss, barely able to do anything other than hold on and try and remember how to breathe as Grimmjow picked up the pace and pounded into him. They were both sweating heavily now, hands turning slick and grips slipping. Ichigo tightened around Grimmjow's cock as his own cock brushed between them, the only contact being Grimmjow's flat, hard abdomen. The thought of what they were doing, of how good everything felt, was making everything feel that much more intense. That much more exhilarating. Grimmjow pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against Ichigo's.
"God, I fuckin' love you."
Ichigo whined and bit his lip, his hips bucking once before he came, his groan barely held in check as he pressed his lips together as tight as he could. Grimmjow grit his teeth and held out as long as he could before slanting his lips over Ichigo's once again as he came, stifling his own groan as his tongue dominated Ichigo's. Because of how they were situated, Grimmjow let Ichigo drop his legs as soon as he was sure he could support himself and Ichigo let his hands fall to his sides.
"C'mon. Let's get cleaned up and get back out there before someone comes looking for us."
Ichigo grinned stupidly and nodded. Knowing his luck Shinji would be the one to find then and he'd never live it down. As soon as they were clean they exited the bathroom and made their way back to the table, unaware that they had been overheard completely.
A/N I told you I wouldn't make y'all wait too long this time and YAY I kept my promise! Oh it was so fun to do a pretty much pointless chapter again. I've been spending so much time on the plot recently I figured we could all use a fun break. Did I deliver?? Hehe. So once I again I though of something to say while i was writing up this chapter but completely forgot what it was as soon as I started writing this A/N, lol. Ah well. So I really hope you all enjoyed this one and thanks again for all the wonderful reviews! More please? lol, jk (Not really) On with the next chapter! *scampers off to start the next chapter up*
~Penny