Okay, grovelling time. I'm so so so so so so sorry that it's been so long since I've updated... well, anything. I got incredibly stuck with the ending of this chapter - thank you so much Dawn for helping me with it! *Bows down* I've also been struggling with sixth form, which I am really beginning to hate more than my GCSE's (look, teachers, let me make one thing quite clear: There is no point in making us do essasys if we HAVEN'T COVERED THE COURSE YET), and various other issues which are rather personal and I won't go into them here. I hate reality.

So, this chapter is okay, and I promise, I will be quicker with the next chapter. Sweareth.

Lightning's feet were aching. A quick glance at a clock illuminated in a shop window informed her of the time – two o'clock in the morning. A sign told her they were in they were almost in Edge. Far enough, she decided, coming to a sudden halt to rub her thighs. She didn't want to go into the actual city, there was a high risk of getting caught. Noctis skidded to a stop next to her, splashing into a muddy puddle.

"We should be fine here for a while." She decided, glancing around the street, quiet but not empty. People staggered along the cracked pavements, cars streaked up and down the road. "We'll try and find an inn, stay there for the night."

"Fine." The Prince shrugged and glanced down at the ground.

Someone's in a sparkling mood.

It was times like this when Lightning wished she was just a little bit more like Vanille. The younger girl was so good at being positive and upbeat, and making people smile when the whole world was going to hell. Lightning herself wasn't so good at that – In fact, she generally tended to put people in a worse mood. The best thing to do would be to just ignore it. He'd be able to sort himself out. She hoped.

Pushing the Prince's woes to the back of her mind, the assassin glanced around the street, looking for any sign of an inn. Anywhere warm and dry where she could sit down and rethink. She wandered down the street, her eyes intensely scanning the buildings. She could hear Noctis' footsteps not too far behind her, slow and shuffling. Like he was bored. Or feeling conspicuous, which wouldn't surprise her – he was wearing a suit, in one of the poorest cities on the planet. Great, he was going to end up getting mugged. That was just perfect.

Luckily she saw a sign, loudly proclaiming that the largish building the sign was attached to was an inn. She turned to check that her companion was still following her – he was – before marching into the building.

The receptionist looked like a person who was about to quietly slip into a coma without anyone, including herself, noticing. Lightning walked over and rapped on the desk with her knuckles, making the tired, caffeine ridden woman leap up. She blinked and looked from Lightning to Noctis, before realising that they were potential customers.

"Welcome to The Edge Inn." The woman smiled a little too broadly, showing the lipstick on her teeth. Lightning flinched. "Do you have a reservation?"

"No."

"Oh." She blinked, clearly a little off put by the thought of more paperwork. "A spur of the moment thing?" She wondered, glancing between Lightning and Noctis with a tiny smirk beginning to appear on her face. The prince notably flushed. It took the former a few moments longer to latch onto the insinuation.

"I don't think that's in your job description." She snapped, slamming one finger down onto the wooden desk with such force hurt; an awful lot. But it was a manageable level of pain, worth it to see the smirk disappear. "Do you have a room or not?"

"Yes."

"Then would you please give us the keys. I shall not pry into your personal life, and you will keep your damn nose out of ours." Lightning continued to glare before the receptionist curled up her nose and shoved the keys towards her. The assassin smirked, picked the keys off the desk, checked the room number and threw them at Noctis, who scrambled to grab hold of them before they fell to the floor. "Do you have a phone?"

"There's a phone booth in the recreation area, second room to your right."

"Thank you." Lightning forced a smile onto her face before turning to face Noctis. "You go find the room, I need to phone Vanille."

"I've got people I need to phone too."

"Well, you can phone them when I'm done." Lightning waited for a retort, but the Prince just shrugged, checked the number on the keys and wandered off. She sighed and rubbed her temple.

Vanille had never been brilliant at times of extreme crisis. Right now, she watched the television in the corner of the cafe as Felix and Lexus listened in on the phone call Placido was currently receiving. She glanced briefly at him.

"Yes sire... no sire..." The older man clenched a fist and rubbed his head with his knuckles. "I understand, but-" He stopped as he was cut off by the mysterious man on the other end of the phone line. He looked like he was about to shoot something.

The pigtailed girl turned her attention back to the television, where a man whose face was far too shiny to be natural chattered on and on and on about "Prince Noctis' atrocious betrayal." She swung her legs back and forth and let the man's babble about assassinations and deaths wash over her head. She didn't want to hear it. All she wanted to know was that Lightning was okay, and as she had escaped, it was probable that she was. Her fingers stayed crossed though, just in case.

"Fuck!" Placido slammed his phone down on the table, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and stare at him. He reddened slightly and shoved his glasses up his nose again – Vanille wondered if it was some sort of nervous tic. "Well, we are now unemployed, 'until such time as the Prince is found'."

"You're kidding!" Felix protested. Lexus took note of his position – sitting right next to Felix – and reacted by shoving his fingers into his ears. "It was Big-ass wasn't it? He's always had it in for us, just 'cause we don't wrap Noctis up in cotton wool!"

"I don't think that's why he has it in for us." Placido muttered, glaring at Felix. "I think it was more to do with the pigeons in the library..."

"Hey, they were injured!"

"And the kitten in the kitchen..."

"It was abandoned!"

"And the car crash..."

"Wasn't my fault the old lady was an incredibly slow walker!"

"And the time you broke Noctis' leg."

"... That was an accident."

"You pushed him out of a second story window."

"By accident!"

"Are you guys done yet?" Lexus inquired, his elbows starting to ache from keeping them at right angles.

"We're up to Felix breaking Noctis' leg."

"I still don't understand how you managed to do that." The scarred man admitted, whilst removing his fingers from his eardrums.

"The swivel chair was out of control!" Felix shouted. "I couldn't steer! Noctis was in my trajectory! The window was open! What is there to get?"

"Why you were in a swivel chair in the first place." Placido said dryly. The blonde shrugged.

"Hey, they're a luxury where I come from."

Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep.

Vanille leapt at the unexpected noise. She scrambled into her pouch and extracted the mobile phone, hoping it was good news.

"Hello?"

"Vanille?"

"Lightning!" Vanille leapt up in her seat, making Hope scramble to the very edge of the bench. "Are you okay? What happened? Where are you? Is N... Is he with you? Is he okay?"

"We're both fine, I don't know, and it doesn't matter. We're safe."

"Was it Fang?"

"Of course it was Fang!" Lightning's voice sounded irritable already. Vanille bit her lip and decided to cut down on the number of questions per minute.

"Well, what happened?"

"Some blonde woman saw me talking to Noctis after Fang nearly slaughtered him, she called the guards; we legged it."

"I thought you said he was okay!"

"He's fine, I healed him."

"... YOU healed someone?" The pigtailed girl was incredulous for a reason – Lightning had never paid attention when she'd tried to teach her white magic beyond cure and ensuna. She could practically hear the assassin's growl on the other line.

"... Funny." She snarled. "Just because I don't need to use white magic a lot, it doesn't mean I'm completely inept. Are the others with you?"

"Yeah, we're in a cafe."

"... Why?"

"I was thirsty. And Hope was hungry."

"Hope?"

"The boy. He's sweet!" There was a long pronounced silence from the phone. Vanille could practically see Lightning bit her lip and roll her eyes in agitation. She could also actually see the teenage boy blush.

"Whatever. Look, just get them to take you guys out of Tenebrae, and get to a safe place, ASAP."

"We're going to go once you come back."

"That's going to be a little bit difficult Vanille, considering I am even more of a wanted woman than when I was top on the 'Most Wanted' list."

"We can pick you up if you want. Where are you?" There was another pause on the line. "... Lightning? Where are you?"

"I've got to go Vanille, there are loads of people waiting to use the phone."

"Wait, where are you?"

"I'll speak to you later Vanille, just get out of Tenebrea. Promise?"

"But-"

"Promise me Vanille."

"Where are-"

"Vanille! Promise me you'll get to a safe place! I'll meet you up soon, I swear."

"But where are you now?"

"I've got to go, Vanille, promise me!"

"I promise. But-"

"Bye Vanille."

"Lightning!"

The only response was a click and the dialling tone.

The assassin slammed the phone down into the receiver and turned to face the empty room. That was one problem taken care of. Vanille was an 'I must never break a promise made between friends' type. She just managed to repress a yawn working its' way up her throat. Hm. Sleep first, plan to tear Phoenix apart feather by feather after.

Lightning marched through the corridors of the inn, trying to work out the seemingly random numbering of the doors in what appeared to be a mock labyrinth.

Why the hell is door 134 next to door 156?

After what felt like a millennium, she finally arrived at door 164 and burst in. Noctis was flopped on the bed, and barely acknowledged Lightning's entrance. She blinked.

"What is that?" She asked, disbelief barely hidden in her voice. Noctis glanced at what he was lying on.

"A bed." He muttered, having a feeling he knew what was coming next. "Yes, it's a double bed, can we be grown up about that?"

"I'm not sharing a bed with you."

"You already have."

"Yes, and that's why I'm never going to do it again."

"Hmph." Noctis pushed himself off the bed and brushed past her. "Fine. I'll sleep on the floor. I need to make some calls." He left. Lightning shrugged and tugged on a few strands of hair. This Prince was going to drive her crazy.

Noctis lent against the phone booth and sighed. Waiting for Felix to answer his damn phone was grating at his patience.

"Just pick up already!"

"... Ur, I already did..."

"Oh." Noctis blinked and shook his head. Why didn't he notice that the phone wasn't ringing anymore? Damn lack of concentration. "Felix, it's me."

"Who is 'me'?"

"Oh stop arsing about!"

"So-rr-y! Just trying to introduce a little humour into the matter."

"Yeah, I got chased by my own guards and am now hiding out with a known killer. Ha ha. Ha. Hahaha."

"Lovin' the sarcastic laugh there."

"Shut up. How bad is it?"

"What, your laugh? Pathetic."

"Look, either help or put me onto Placido! At least he's sane!"

"Okay, chill out a little. Lexus went out and bought all of the early morning editions of the papers..."

"... And...?"

"Ur, basically: You're a traitor; a liar; the worst depiction of youth in Tenebrea, a hormone riddled idiot; arrogant; canoodling with the enemy – yes, they did actually use the word 'canoodling' – and possibly intrinsically linked with Councillor Vere's death. Also, Stella is giving interviews on almost all the news channels about finding you in the arms of an assassin."

Noctis flinched and rested his head on the sharp corner of the phone. "Oh, Etro save me."

"Noct, are you okay? I mean, are you safe?"

"No. And no."

"Look, we're gonna get Vanille somewhere safe. If you want, we could come and pick you up."

"And what, Felix? Where can I possibly go? What can I possibly do?"

"Well, you can't stay... wherever you are! Vanille, where are they?" A slight pause. "She didn't tell you? Oh man... Noct, where are you?"

"Doesn't matter. Listen, look after each other, keep away from the press, and I'll see you when I see you."

"And when will that be? Hey, Lexus, gerrof!"

"Let me talk to him you moron."

"No way!"

Thunk.

"Felix, you just pulled my hair! You are such a girl."

"I know."

"I'll see you once I go back to Tenebrea." Noctis said, as the line went quiet. He could see Felix furrow his brow in agitation in his mind. It almost made him smile.

"No, Noct, you can't-"

"It's not up for discussion Felix. I'll see you soon."

"No, Noct if you-"

"Bye Felix."

"... Bye Noct."

Noctis put the phone down and rubbed his head. It hurt, a lot more than it rightly should. At this moment in time, he hated his head. His head was a traitor.

Like he was? No, he decided. He was not a traitor. The press could call him that if it made them feel better, if it simplified matters for them, but he was not one. He was a confused man, confused about what had happened, what was happening, and what was going to happen. All he had to do was work through his confusion and come to a conclusion about what was going on. But doing that was going to be tricky.

Etro, he wanted a cigarette.

Lightning didn't like the idea of Noctis sleeping on the floor. It didn't sit well with her, not one bit. However, being the chivalrous idiot he was, she doubted if he would allow her to sleep on the floor instead. Then again, the state he was in, he'd probably agree to her burning down the hotel and sleeping in the nearby river. Still, it was better not to take a chance. She'd just grab a blanket from under the bed and fall asleep before he returned from making his phone calls.

She couldn't quite place her finger on why it was that she was so anti-Noctis-sleeping-on-the-floor. She supposed she felt sorry for him, and wanted him to have a good nights' rest after the chaos of the previous day. Then again, she had never sympathized with anyone before, apart from Serah. So, had her personality suddenly changed as a result of the past few weeks? Or had she found someone she wanted to sympathize with, to feel for...?

There was a noise from outside. Some bird or animal was wandering around outside the semi-open window. Her nerves were on edge, her body screaming for sleep, and her mind barely managing to focus on one thought. She tried to catch the previous trait of thought. Feelings. Did she have feelings for Noctis? Ridiculous! Wasn't it?

She paused in her action of gathering the retrieved blanket into her arms. Wasn't it?

It was then Oerba Yun Fang flung herself through the window and slashed at Lightning.

Lightning barely had enough time to react, flinging herself to the floor as Fang launched into the room and landed on her feet. The assassin spun around on one foot to face her target, who was staggering to her feet with a slightly shocked expression on her face. She grinned.

"You've got pink hair. You tend to stand out a bit in a crowd." The dark haired woman explained, spinning her spear around to point at Lightning. "Stand up sunshine. I've got work to do."

The pink haired woman slowly stood up, cursing her genetics as she did so. Her eyes flicked back and forth across Fang's figure. Some sort of weakness, an opening...

"Good girl. Now, kick the weapon over to me."

Lightning slowly plucked her Blazefire Saber out of its' holster and kicked it over to Fang. The dark haired woman batted it to the side with one foot. Lightning crossed her arms and felt something in her pocket. Her survival knife. She'd completely forgotten about it.

Fang was heading right for her, spear pointed right at her throat. "Time to go sunshine. Sorry about this."

Survival knifes were made for survival, and there was no way she was giving up now.

Before Fang could thrust the spear forwards, Lightning dipped her hand into her pocket and opened up the survival knife, before pulling it out of her pocket and lunging towards the assassin.

She saw the knife slip between Fang's outstretched arms, keep travelling, before slamming into her throat.

Lightning stared at her, as the blood trickled out from around the fatal wound.

Oh god...

She fell backwards onto the floor.

When Noctis walked into the room, he froze.

Lying on the floor, with trickles of blood escaping from a gaping wound in her neck was the assassin from the palace. A knife marked the spot where she had been stabbed. The blood was thick and dark red, dribbling onto the floor.

He slammed the door shut behind him and grabbed the bedside table, sticking it under the doorknob.

"Lightning?" He scanned the room intently. "Lightning, it's me. Where are you? Light?" No response was given, but he could hear slow, shaky breaths. "Lightning...?" He leant over the bed.

Lightning was sitting hunched up next to the bed, her knees pulled right up into her face. He carefully tapped her shoulder. "Light?"

She jolted, turning her face to look at him. She was pale, tired, and blank. Almost like a sheet of paper. He didn't ask, he didn't have to. He just rubbed her shoulder gently, trying to reassure her. Trying to convince her that he knew everything was going to be just fine, although he highly doubted that was the case. A few minutes passed in silence.

"Light," He paused. "We need to get rid of... of the body." He waited for a response. At first she remained sitting where she was. After a minute or so, she stood up and clambered over the bed, planting her feet on the floor and kneeling down next to the body. Lightning plucked the knife out of Fang's throat and dropped it on the floor, before grabbing her arms.

"We'll just throw her somewhere. An industrial bin or something, we're not on record in this country. And we won't be staying here for long. We're not going to get noticed." Her voice was clipped and clinical, almost professional. Of course, he realised, killing had been her living once, and it made sense that getting rid of bodies came under the everyday work of an assassin.

Noctis stood up and walked over to the window, grabbing a blanket discarded on the floor. "Get her out of the window." Lightning nodded sharply and snatched the blanket away from him and began wrapping Fang in it. Noctis bit his lip and climbed out of the window, narrowly avoiding a presumably decorative rose bush. "Lucky we're on the first floor." He noted to himself, feeling distinctly nauseous. What was he expecting, really? Did he honestly not expect Fang to come after him again; did he honestly not expect Lightning to fight back with lethal force if attacked?

His thoughts were cut off when Fang's legs smacked him in the face. He bit down hard in an attempt not to scream. "Etro's sake Lightning, warn me when you're about to do that!" He grabbed the dead woman's ankles and could just make out Lightning's figure, merely shrugging her shoulders. Sometimes, he hated her.

But most of the time you don't.

Growling under his breath, Noctis waited for the former, living assassin to clamber out of the window and land in the rose bush. He winced, expecting some curses to spout forth. She just glanced down at her legs and started to hurry forwards. The Prince had to sprint just to avoid a collision. They staggered away from the hotel, struggling to find grip on the slimy, damp, uneven ground.

"Where now?" He asked, looking around and silently cursing Fang's weight in his head. Lightning jerked her head westwards while continuing to walk away. Noctis followed silently, trying to work out if he should attempt to strike up a conversation, or leave her alone. The invisible yet somehow noticeable cloud of anger swirling around her suggested that leaving her alone was the wisest thing to do.

The duo slipped through the back streets of Edge, Lightning's head spinning around constantly. Noctis was grateful that Edge didn't seem to have much of a nightlife. The soldier suddenly made a sharp left turn into a smaller alley, full of industrial bins.

"Here." Lightning stopped next to a bin and bit her lip. After a moment of thought she lifted up one leg and rested Fang's head on her knee; pushed the lid on the bin upwards, then picked up the body again. "Lift." Noctis slowly lifted the woman up, noticing that she was already beginning to go stiff from rigor mortis.

This is almost definitely the most disturbing thing I have ever done in my life.

Lightning shoved the body roughly into the bin.

"Shouldn't we do something?" He asked. The assassin blinked blankly at him. "I mean, say some prayers or something."

"You can." She mumbled. "I have nothing to say."

He paused and looked at the bin containing the bundle of cloth and human remains. It slowly dawned on him that he knew nothing about Oerba Yun Fang, apart from the fact that she was an assassin who had a grudge against Lightning and Vanille. Still, he had to say something. "Goddess Etro, please lead this woman into your realm and show love and mercy on her soul." He bit his lip as he tried to think of something to say about her.

"Done?" Lightning asked. He slowly nodded. She slammed the lid shut and headed back to the inn. Noctis hesitated; taking one last look at the bin, before cautiously following her, keeping roughly three metres in-between himself and the assassin.

Hope glared at the upholstery in the car. He did not care much for being called 'kid' and generally being pushed about. However, he was at a dead end – No money, no support, and no real home to go to even if he had the first two things. So Vanille insisting that he came along with her to set up a new life in Astrum seemed like the only real option, even if it wasn't his preferred one.

Vanille was shifting about in the seat next to him, as restless as a hyperactive toddler. She mumbled and grumbled under her breath, occasionally nibbling her lip. The teenager hesitated, before slowly reaching over and patting her on the back. She responded by pulling him into a bone crunching hug, eliciting a couple of snickers from the front of the car as he wriggled about in obvious discomfort.

He hated them.

Lightning scrambled back through the open window, trying to calm down her thoughts, which were rushing around her head the way a ship trying not to capsize during a storm would.

The sight of the stains on the floor didn't help much. Lightning swallowed down something that was trying to push its' way up her throat – she couldn't tell whether it was saliva, vomit, or a scream.

Calm down already, what is wrong with you? This is not a big deal.

No, it wasn't a big deal, not at all... Except Lightning couldn't quite convince herself the way she wanted to.

The hand that landed on her shoulder made her jolt. She mentally slapped herself as Noctis looked at her worriedly.

"There's a bathroom through there. Go take a shower and try to calm down, I'll clear this up."

Lightning ideally contemplated protesting, but she was too tired to even try getting into an argument. Her nerves were stretched as far as possible, and she was absolutely filthy... when was the last time she had showered?

With that rather disgusting thought lingering in her mind, she headed into the shower.

Noctis massaged one temple roughly with his hand. He knelt down next to the puddle of blood, silently thanking Etro that it wasn't too large, and cautiously dabbed one finger into it. Still mostly liquid. His eyes scanned the room desperately trying to seek out something to wipe the mess up with...

A complementary box of tissues caught his eyes. He snatched a handful and started wiping the floor clean. This was something he never thought he'd have to do.

As he cleaned the floor, his eyes briefly glanced at his ring. "Damn it!" He whipped the ring off, rubbed it clean with a tissue and shoved it into his pocket. If anyone saw that ring, it would become pretty obvious who he was. Of course, that was if his face wasn't already sprawled all over the newspapers... He had to get out of the city.

With the blood cleaned up, and the tissues thrown into the bin he sank down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. He needed to start planning properly. What the hell was he thinking? He had just chucked a body into an industrial skip and was expecting to get away with it. Never mind the apparent betrayal of his country...

But I didn't betray them damn it!

Like that mattered to them. He let out a short, bitter laugh. Tenebrea wasn't safe – At least, not for the time being. He'd effectively banished himself out of Edge. Astrum, Cocoon? He didn't know anymore. And he had a headache.

The door opened, causing Noctis to jump up in surprise. Lightning blinked at stared at him, hair wringing wet but fully clothed.

"Oh. Sorry..." He frowned as he tried to understand what he was sorry for. Hell. "How are you?"

She shrugged. "Damp." The assassin paused to think of something else to say. "Just... damp."

"I didn't mean physically Light."

"I know." She sighed and walked over to the bed, perching herself on the edge. "I'm evil, I'm a monster, and right now I hate myself more than I hate a cie'th."

Noctis blinked. "Right." He bit his lip before awkwardly draping an arm around Lightning. "You're not as bad as all that." He winced, realising his slight mistake. "I mean, you're not bad, you're just... Well, she was trying to kill you."

"I am aware of that Noctis." She growled to herself and rubbed her forehead irritably. "It's because I ran away that Phoenix sent her after me, but even I haven't got a chance against them in a straight battle."

"So... what are you saying?"

"I need a bomb." Lightning stated flatly. Noctis couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "I know where I can get one, so just pop it in and... well, that'll be the end of that." She nodded, seemingly sure of her decision. "It works out best for everyone. No more Phoenix, I won't be terrified of being shot every ten seconds, and... Well, your country won't have anyone to fight against, so that'll be one war over before it even properly begins."

The Prince silently weighed up her decision in his head. True, it was the most effective way of stopping the war – getting rid of the people who started it in the first place. Pulse didn't have a standing army, so Tenebrea would just shrug and head back home, no soldiers killed, no widows bleating to the media about how their son was the consummate soldier... but one thing niggled at him.

"I thought you said not everyone in Phoenix was bad." He said. "I thought you said there were people like you, like Snow, who weren't there because they supported Phoenix, but because there was nowhere else left to go. What happens to them, Light?"

"I don't want to think about that!" Lightning's voice was somewhere between a cry and a screech. "I can't think anymore, because I can't take it..." Her head dropped down onto her lap. "I just can't..."

Noctis blinked rapidly, unsure of what to do now. Cautiously, he pulled her into a proper hug. The assassin was tugging hard on her hair; he could see tiny trickles of blood beginning to form on her scalp. He ran various sentences and phrases through his head, trying to think of something vaguely comforting to say. Nothing quite seemed to fit the situation though.

And his chance of saying something soothing went flying out the window when Lightning suddenly assaulted his lips.

His first reaction was to simultaneously shove her backwards and scoot away from her. She seemed fairly unperturbed by this reaction, just crossing her arms and giving him a very pointed look.

"What..." He paused and attempted to think of the appropriate question. "... What was... well, that?"

She rolled her eyes and edged towards him. He didn't move.

It's like a game of chicken, don't blink.

"Light?" He inquired again. Lightning held his gaze for a moment longer before dropping it down to stare at the quilt.

Hollow victory.

"I don't want to think anymore. I want... something to stop me thinking. And I know you want to stop too," Her fists clenched around the quilt and her voice became faster. "So don't start looking down on me."

The Prince blinked. She made it sound incredibly simple, as if she could just find that switch, flick it, and all thought processes would just stop. But that was not how it worked.

How would you know?

He started slightly as that thought settled into his head, and showed no signs of moving. And Lightning was shifting ever closer, whilst he felt glued to the spot.

Okay, reasons why you should stop her: She's unstable, she's upset (so this might be considered taking advantage, you'd have to check a law book on that), and she can kill you if you look at her sideways.

Reasons why you shouldn't stop her: You do want it. And now is not the time to start wondering why.

When Lightning finally closed the gap and began to kiss him with a lot more passion than he expected from someone usually so cold, Noctis decided that tonight would either be one of the best nights of his life so far, or amongst the biggest mistakes he'd ever make.

*Coughs awkwardly and glances to the side*

Yeah, you get where that's going. Again, thank you so so so so so much Dawn for helping me with the ending!

And no, this chapter isn't very good, but at least it's done. Praise be to Batman!

There were other things I was going to say, but I forgot. I think it was along the lines of I'm really sorry, please forgive me.

Oh wait, I'm thinking of moving this story into the crossover section, because... *Shrugs* I'm thinking of moving it over into the crossover section. I'm so going to rewrite this story once Versus comes out...

COME OUT OF THE CLOSET VERSUS, COME OUT OF THE CLOSET!

Oh, and I've finally finished planning the story. Yes, I know what's going to happen now... *Evilz grin*

Anyway, ciao for now mo charas! I love you guys, and again, I'm really really sorry! =(