Alfred: I hate you… I really do.

Me: Eheh… So! You might be wondering just where the hell chapter nine is! Or maybe you aren't and you just saw this story and decided to read it. (Thanks if you are, I love anyone who reads this story… it means a lot) But, I guess you want an explanation none the less!

Alfred: DAMN STREIGHT AUTHOR LADY. /fume/

Me: Okay then. FIRST OFF. I went to go visit Doitsu and Gilbo for two weeks! Their house is so pretty and nice… AND I GOT RID OF MY WRITERS BLOCK! … But I still had no idea how to write chapter nine. But, I did get at least a bazillion ideas for this story and my sense of purpose in writing was renewed! HOWEVER. About four days before I was supposed to leave and head back to Alfred's house, my mother emailed me. Apparently, one of the schools that I wanted to go to, but didn't get into and was put on a waiting list for, called her and told her that they accepted me and that I started on the second. I was ecstatic! My cousins who I was staying with watched with horror as I pranced about their house singing "The hiiiiiiiills are aliiiiiiive with the sound of muuuuuuusic!" So, I was very excited, I was going to get home with a day to prepare for my surprise freshman year, and this preparation included getting chapter nine done… no matter what… But, karma likes to kick me… a lot… Guess who missed their flight back home… and it was the last flight of the day. -_- So, after a minor freak-out, I got my ticket back and went home the next day. However, this meant that I had to go to school the next day and could not write the chapter due to jet lag and nerves from starting a new school. THEN school pretty much made me it's bitch and drowned me with paperwork, homework, making new friends stress, and art projects (art is one of my major classes) SO I could NOT write the chapter… I still can't… I don't know what to do. SO MY LOVLEY READERS. This is where YOU come in!

Alfred: What do you want them to do, o' strange one?

Me: Shut up. I can make you wear a tutu for the rest of the story. Now, I need a starting line for the next chapter. I can't think of one to save my life. SO, I would like to hear YOUR ideas for how you think chapter nine should start, or just ANY ideas for this story. I want to know what the people want. And who better to ask than the people themselves? (/O7O)/ -bricked-

Alfred: What will you do if you don't get any of the people's ideas?

Me: Well… It would be really depressing and getting chapters out would take a bit longer.

Alfred: … Give her ideas. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

Me: OH! And, to persuade you more, my birthday is tomorrow (the 14th) and ideas are EXACTLY THE KIND OF PRESENTS I WANT. /winkwinknudgenu-bricked-/ Also, I'll be writing a little short story that takes place in Alfred and Matt's childhood as soon as physically possible. Yes. I did get ideas for EVERYTHING ASIDE FROM THIS FREAKING CHAPTER. So, once again, I apologies for the super long wait for this chapter. BUT if you help, it will get out much faster! (Don't worry, anyone's ideas WILL be credited to them and they will be forever in my praise.)

Alfred: So, Ideas (and rants for this lazy author who clearly get sidetracked WAYYYY too easily) are highly requested, I MEAN WE ALL WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO ARTTIE! ;A;

Me: Right. Thank you for putting up with my laziness. I WILL get something out ASAP. CROSS MY HEART AND HOPE TO BE SHOT DOWN BY THE RED BARRON.

-Alfred and Muffin