Okay, the transitions are awkward, but like I said, this was initially like one big chapter, so please try to bear with me. ^^;

Also, please forgive my terrible ad-libbed French. XD

Enjoy! :D

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"Man, I'd like to get to know her!" Issun squeaked hoarsely, climbing back onto his friend's head. "All we have to do is kidnap Waka and she'll be all over me!"

"Yes, but how are we going to do that? And in just a few hours?" Amaterasu asked testily, leering up at Issun.

He lay back against her fur, crossing his legs. "Easy. Just call him, Ammy! He said he'd come if we ever needed someone to play with!"

"But won't he know we're setting a trap for him if we don't have a game ready?"

At this, he paused, considering. "We can pretend that we're playing follow the leader or something and have him walk into a net!"

"He could cut through a net. He has two swords." The wolf replied.

"Then push him into a lake?" Issun suggested.

"He can swim. And walk on water."

"Light him on fire?"

"We're supposed to catch him, not maim him."

"Um…um…damn it!" Issun gripped his hair. "Well can't we restrain him somehow? Leading him into the palace isn't enough, he'd just run away!"

"If we can restrain his arms, we could keep him from using his swords. But there's no way we could keep him still long enough to do that," Amaterasu explained, sighing.

Suddenly, the Poncle jumped up. "Got it! You could use your Mist attack, couldn't you? That'd slow him down!"

"For a short time, yes," The god agreed. "But how would we restrain him?"

Issun, disgruntled, flopped back down, staring up at the sky. "Rope? But you can't tie, you haven't got thumbs. Maybe we could use glue or…wait…hey, do you see that?"

"What?" Amaterasu looked around, blinking. "Where is it?"

"Above us, look!"

The wolf tilted her head back, searching the air above them for whatever her friend had pointed out. Nothing seemed of use to them that she could see. She growled a bit, growing frustrated.

"I don't see anything."

"No, over here, furball!" Issun jumped down from her head, dashing over to her left side. "Look this way. Up above us!"

She followed him, looking up again. This time, she spotted what he had pointed out. A large pink flower hovered in the air above a nearby tree, a collection of stretchy vines hanging a short distance below it. Her eyes widened.

"Do you think Greensprout could be used to tie knots?" She wondered.

"Hell, it's worth a try! Come on, take out your brush and drag a vine down here. Use it on that tree."

A large paintbrush materialized above the wolf's head, flying through the air to touch the ink on its tip to the flower in the sky. The vines below it glowed a soft green, following the brush as it moved away from them. Amaterasu led the brush with her mind, causing it to draw a spiral around the trunk of the tree. In the blink of an eye, the vines had done the same, twisting around the rugged bark until it was completely bound in thick, rubber-like greenery. A strong knot formed at the base of the bindings, causing Issun to cheer.

"Yes, this is perfect!" He cackled to himself, rubbing his hands together again. "Excellent! We'll have that fruitcake bound and gagged in no time!"

Amaterasu raised an eyebrow. "Who said anything about gagging him?"

Issun shrugged. "I don't know, it sounded like a good idea. Keep him from using any more stupid French words or cheesy puns."

"But Hitsukana seems to like his French, and his puns."

"I don't need your input, furball," Issun replied snippily, crossing his arms. "I for one just want to capture the idiot. Then we can trade him to the princess and she'll think I'm a total stud! It's a brilliant plan, no?"

The god sighed, shaking her head. "Whatever you say. We'll see how well that works out for you."

"You're damn right we will!" Issun shouted, standing proudly atop her nose. "I, Issun, the magnificent wandering artist, am going to get some serious booby action by the end of the day! I swear it!"

His laughter echoed through the city around them, seeming to overtake the sounds of people chatting amongst themselves and animals barking and squawking. Amaterasu rolled her eyes once again, exasperated but amused.

"Alright then. How should we go about doing this?"

Issun patted her head. "That's easy. Just call him."

"Call him?" The wolf blinked. "Will he be able to hear me from wherever he is?"

"Oh, I think so. Your voice echoes pretty far," Issun assured her, laying back and crossing his arms behind his head. "Have at it, Ammy. I'll watch the show from here."

'Well, here goes,' Amaterasu thought, taking in a deep breath. She squared her shoulders, tilted back her head, and howled into the sky. "Waaakaaaa! Come here! We want to play!"

Though the noise echoed for what seemed like miles, no response was given. Issun grumbled, sitting up.

"Try again."

The wolf obliged. "Waaakaaaa! Hey, come on out! Where are you?"

With their only reply being the confused stares of nearby citizens, Issun became immediately frustrated.

"Damn it!" He huffed. "That liar! He said he'd come when we called!"

Amaterasu thought for a moment. "Well maybe he can't hear us from here. We could get closer to him if we knew where he was."

"He's usually in a forest somewhere. Probably in Agata or something." Issun scratched his chin contemplatively. "Should we go to another side of the city?"

The god sat for a moment, dwelling within her mind. "Wait, didn't Hitsukana say something relating to this? Like, where she met Waka. He was never in the city, he was always outside it. In the forest."

Issun nodded. "Well we saw Waka in Sei-an City, so we know he has no problem going in public. He even drove that huge tacky airship over the Commoner's Quarters. Do you think he's not allowed in Fiera for some reason?"

"I don't know. It would certainly complicate getting him into the palace," Amaterasu muttered. "But you make a good point. Let's try leaving the city first and we'll see if we have better luck."

"You got it, Ammy. Just lead the way," Issun replied, lazily sprawling back out in her fur.

The wolf trotted past the numerous shops and kiosks, smiling at merchants but keeping focused as best she could. As soon as they began to near the front gates, something suddenly occurred to her. She stopped, thumping her tail on the ground to get Issun's attention.

"What is it?" The Poncle sat up, lifting his hat a bit.

"If Waka's out there, how are we supposed to get the vine around him? It's too far away."

Issun blinked, crossing his arms. "Aren't there any more flowers?"

Amaterasu cast her gaze skyward, scanning the air above them for anything else bearing vines. "No. I think that's the closest one."

"Shit. That's a problem," Issun agreed, plopping onto his back again. "I guess you'll just have to get him into town."

"Play tag?" The wolf suggested.

Her companion grinned. "Yes. Just try your best to outrun him. That fruit can't exactly teleport, but he can jump mighty far."

"I remember," Amaterasu chuckled. "I just have to be able to dodge quick enough. It shouldn't be a problem."

Issun laughed, ruffling a small patch of her fur. "That's the spirit! Go get him!"

The god barked happily, her calm walk breaking out into a dash. Within seconds, the city, the guards and even the gate were swept behind them. Her paws tore at the ground as she built speed, pumping herself up for the impending chase. Though she knew she was in the middle of what could be considered business, Amaterasu did like to play. And tag, especially with someone as crafty as Waka, could prove to be quite challenging. And fun.

"Right here?" She asked, stopping near the edge of the trees.

"Go a little farther," Her friend urged. "Hitsu-can-a said in the forest."

Amaterasu blinked. "'Can-a'?"

"What? Don't tell me you didn't notice those huge things bouncing all up in your business!" Issun pouted. "I think it's a suiting nickname."

"Just don't call her that to her face. She might step on you," The wolf snickered.

He shrugged. "That's why I'm saying it to you and not her."

The trees thickened around them as they made their way into the wilderness. Birds chirped from every direction, jeering and calling to each other through the peaceful air. Spiders skittered across tree trunks, and insects of every kind sought shelter in the brush, or the occasional toppled log. As they stepped through a layer of freshly fallen leaves and springy woodland grass, Amaterasu sighed affably. A perfect place for tag. She inhaled deeply, curling back on her haunches and lifting her muzzle to the leafy canopy overhead.

"Waaaaakaaaaa!"

To their surprise, no sound responded to her call besides the somewhat frightened chattering of birds and squirrels.

"What gives? He said he'd be here!" Issun bellowed, kicking his minute feet

A giggle wove its way around a large tree nearby. "But I am here!"

High, soft notes echoed from the flute in his hands as the man played it. He stepped casually into sight, casting music into the near silence to herald his entrance. A grin spread across his face as the instrument was lowered from his lips.

"You called for me, ma chérie?"

Amaterasu smiled, getting down onto her front paws and sticking her rear up in her best doggy manner. "We want to play!"

Waka clapped, bouncing a bit on his stilts. "Excellent! You couldn't have picked a better time! I was just getting done with some work and felt like I could use a break. This is a pleasant surprise!"

Issun hid the evil smirk that was forming on his tiny face. "Oh, we're full of surprises today, pretty boy! Ammy here wants to play tag!"

"Oh, tré magnifique!" The man grinned wide, stretching a bit as he spoke. "So who will do the chasing? I, or you?"

Ammy gave him a playful bark before jumping on him, pinning him back to the ground. "You're it!"

She tore off like a bullet, dodging trees and rocks and anything that got in her way. Before Waka even had a chance to sit up, she was already halfway out of the forest. He laughed, dusting himself off.

"Ah, feisty, eh, ma chérie?" He chuckled, repositioning himself on his thin stilts. "I see you're serious then! In that case, én garde!"

The two ripped through the foliage, quickly becoming engrossed in their high-speed game. Neither were of any sort of mortal species, instantly surpassing any velocity at which a regular human or wolf could run. Their surroundings became a blur of green and brown, with flecks of white from the sunlight overhead. Amaterasu panted slightly, her muscles working with a gloriously refreshing effort. And to her delight, she could see that Waka was only a few bounds behind. He had abandoned his usual trick of showering sparks and casting an image of himself, to make it look as if he had disappeared, and had resorted to dashing and jumping along the uneven ground on his scarlet stilts. Rocks and logs were not a challenge, but they were somewhat of a nuisance. If he landed on the wrong edge of an oddly shaped one, he would stumble, causing him to lose a few precious yards. But Waka prided himself on precision. He'd be able to catch Ammy on stilts with no problem.

Around them, the forest scenery was thinning, quickly opening up into a bright, flowery plain. A winding dirt path led up the hill they popped out on, leading to the gates of Fiera not too far off. Amaterasu tore in that direction as fast as she could, desperate to pick up speed. Her superior maneuverability made the obstacle course of the woods ideal for her, but not in this big open field. Waka had less in his way, less to trip on, and a larger range through which he could leap. If she wasn't going absolutely full speed, he'd be on her in seconds.

"Almost there, furball!" Issun cried, clinging to the fur on her neck. "Good thing, too! Your sweat is making your neck hard to hold onto!"

Wordlessly, the wolf banked a hard left, turning onto the path that led up into the city. Behind her, Waka faltered, now unsure how much this game was worth. He knew better than to pass through the Fieran gates, especially with the princess' approaching birthday. But this was a game; a game he rarely got to play, and refused to be beaten at. It wouldn't hurt to just go in a few hundred yards, right? He'd tag Ammy, turn around and bolt back out before any royalty recognized him. Inhaling sharply, he passed over the threshold, he and his god friend shocking the posted guards with their swiftness. They hadn't even seen them clearly enough to know what they were. Waka bounced along the stone streets, taking advantage of the hard surface to propel his jumps forward. He was gaining, just seconds away, and Ammy was growing tired. Almost there! Just a little more…!

"Now!" Issun suddenly shouted.

Before Waka could blink, two horizontal lines appeared in the air in front of him, drawn with divine ink. And just as the ink faded, he slowed dramatically. He was suspended in midair, halfway through a landing just inches from Ammy's face. He struggled to move closer as best as he could, but his body wouldn't slug forward any faster. With an almost regretful look on her face, she raised her paintbrush into the sky, touching the tip to a flower above their heads. A long, rubbery vine followed her painted line down to him, twisting and wrapping around his thin body. It tied into itself at the bottom of a series of tight coils, binding him. As the Mist technique faded, he fell to the ground, his legs too closely wrapped to use for jumping. And he knew immediately that this was a very bad sign. Even if it was just a game, being tied up in the middle of Fiera was not good for him at all.

"H-hey, what are you doing?" He asked nervously. "This isn't fun anymore, ma chérie! Let me go!"

"I'm sorry, Waka, but this is what we were ordered to do," Amaterasu replied, somewhat ashamedly.

The blonde wiggled frantically, unable to even stand up. "What orders? What are you going to do with me?"

Issun cackled as Ammy bit into the vines, tossing the bundle up in the air. Waka landed on her back with a heavy thump, wheezing loudly as the wind was once again knocked out of him. "You're the princess' gift, pretty boy! I think you'll make a great prisoner! Ah ha hah ha!"

Waka's eyes went wide, his mouth wilting into a pitiful look of fear. "Wh…what? You can't be serious!"

"C'mon, we promised we'd be quick about it," Amaterasu blurted, trotting off towards the palace. She was somewhat worried for the strange man's safety, or at least his happiness, since he'd soon become the princess' captive. What were her plans for him? Would he be a source of entertainment, to tell jokes and play his flute so she would be amused? Would he become a servant, his elegant looks adding even more flair to the extravagant dwelling? She sped up a bit, hoping to get him to Hitsukana before her doubts caused her to change her mind.

"Please, you have to let me go!" Waka pleaded.

Issun stretched out on Ammy's head. "No can do, buddy. Just sit tight, we'll untie ya soon."

"You don't understand, I'm not even supposed to be in the city!" He whimpered. "Something terrible will happen if you don't let me go!"

"Like what?" Issun snorted.

Waka tried to reply, but the wolf's sudden bounding up the front stairs caused his stomach to smack against her back again, and he burst into a sharp coughing fit. He was barely able to regain his wind by the time they were at the threshold of the Fieran palace. Both apprehensive and curious of what would happen once inside, Amaterasu bowed her head, pushing the magnificent wooden doors open. As she stepped onto the green carpet, she looked around, trying hard to shut out the sounds of Waka's sudden, near-desperate begging. No one was anywhere in the entrance hall. She turned her muzzle towards the nearest staircase and shouted into the distance.

"Your highness!" She called. "We've got your gift! Please come down here!"

A high-pitched squeal came from down the hall, followed by a rapid padding of eager footsteps. Hitsukana dashed out from around the corner and stopped, not bothering to adjust her partially disheveled dress. At the sight of Waka she shrieked, running down the stairs as fast as she could. She wrapped her arms around his vine-covered form and stood him up - first taking off his shoes and setting them on the floor - and hugged him tightly.

"Oh fantastic! This is just what I wanted!" She shrilled, nuzzling into his chest. Giggling, she stood up, her head stopping just below his nose. "What's your name, cutie pie?"

He swallowed hard, afraid to meet her eye. "W…Waka. Of the Moon Tribe."

Another loud squeal escaped the girl. "How lovely! That's a beautiful name!"

Issun cleared his throat rather loudly. "Um, Princess? We went to a whole lot of trouble to get you this. Isn't there some way you want to repay us?" He sounded rather anxious.

Hitsukana giggled. "Thank you so much, buggy! I'm forever in your debt!"

She picked him up, kissing his cheek and hugging him tight. Issun babbled joyfully, drool and blood barely stemmed from spewing out of his face. Hitsukana placed him back on Amaterasu's head, pausing to scratch her ears.

"And thank you, doggy! You did a great job of carrying him here!"

Amaterasu blinked up at her, a tad worried. "So what will you do with him, Princess?"

"Y-yeah, I've been wondering that myself," Waka muttered.

Ignoring Ammy's question, the girl clapped her hands, a pair of armed guards instantly appearing behind her. She turned to them, grabbing Waka by the side and pulling him forward.

"Please take our honored guest to the Room of Petals," She instructed. Then with a wink, added, "For preparations."

The guards grabbed Waka's shoulders and feet, hoisting him over their heads. Wordlessly, they marched out of the room, carrying the disgruntled man with them. As the door shut behind them, Hitsukana turned to the pair before her again, smiling.

"It would be my great pleasure for the two of your to attend my birthday feast," She told them. "You're more than welcome to stay over the evening. We can even provide a room and food for you and everything! Do you want to? Please, please?"

Issun immediately nodded before Amaterasu could speak up. "Of course, Princess! Just show us to our beds!"

She cheered, clapping her hands with joy. "Okay, then come this way! You two will be staying in the East Wing, by the gardens!"

They followed her down one of the main hallways, once again gazing at the marvelous decorations that hung from the walls and ceiling, and littered the path on lovely little tables. A collection of doors appeared to their sides here and there, each made of a beautiful cherry wood with a gold-plated handle. They stopped in front of the last door on the left, adjacent to a pair of lovely glass doors that led out into a beautiful rose maze. Hitsukana turned the handle into their room, stepping inside. It was just as lavish as the rest of the palace, with sweeping indigo carpet and a large plushy bed in the center of the room. She giggled, gesturing for them to step inside.

"Make yourself at home!" She said happily, tucking a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear. "And feel free to look around the palace as much as you like! I owe you both so much!"

"Thank you, Princess," Amaterasu replied, hopping up onto the bed.

Issun grinned. "Are you sure you want Ammy on this nice mattress? She might shed all over it!"

Hitsukana chuckled, touching her lip. "I have servants to clean it up if it gets messy. Please, shed all you like!" She then backed out of the room, holding the door handle. "I've got to go help with preparations for tomorrow's party. Toodle-loo!"

The door shut with a soft thud, leaving Amaterasu and Issun alone in the extravagant guest room. The Poncle hopped down onto the floor, trotting along the carpet to look at the decorations more closely.

"Sure is nice of her to let us stay," He commented, running his hand along the foot of a thin metal table. "But I wish I could've slept in her room. It's a shame we'll only be here over night."

The god raised her head, her ears slightly droopy with worry. "I'm not sure I like this whole thing, Issun. What is she going to do with Waka? Why is he being taken to this 'Room of Petals', and for what preparations?"

"Who cares?" Issun sneered, hopping up onto the table. He picked up a piece of popery from a porcelain bowl, smelling it. "He can take care of himself. She'll probably just make him perform for her and then let him go."

"But she said she wanted him to be her captive guest. They're even calling him an honored man at this celebration. I don't like it. It seems fishy," Ammy pressed.

Issun heaved a sigh, putting the curl of papery material back in the bowl. "Fine. We can buzz around the palace and look for anything odd. But after that, can we please come back here and sleep? I'm getting tired from all this kidnapping."

The wolf stepped off the bed and approached him, allowing him to climb back up between her ears. Then she trotted over to the door and, using her teeth to turn the handle, headed down the hallway back to the entrance hall. It was deserted, as it had been when they first arrived. She looked around with interest.

"Which way did those guards take Waka?" She asked.

Issun shrugged. "Down the opposite hallway? I wasn't paying attention, I was busy recovering from a boob-attack."

Amaterasu walked along the hallway opposite them, peering at doors for any sign of the room she was searching for. Unlike the hall that held their room, this one had much more official looking doors with plaques on them, and that were spaced further apart. Signs bearing "Pool 1" and "Game Room" and "Kitchen 2" were noted, but no sign of a "Room of Petals". She wondered if this room was anywhere near here, or if it was even a room at all. At the end of the hallway she stopped, reaching a dead end. The path now lead both left and right, both halls holding no real evidence of where to go. Suddenly, Issun spoke up, pointing from atop Ammy's head.

"Look there, to the left. There's a few leaves on the floor," He blurted. "Weren't there leaves like that on the vines we used to tie up Waka?"

"Yeah, I think so," The god agreed, turning left. A pair of tiny green leaves stood out against the ruby carpet before her, almost like a clue in a mystery novel. She grinned, looking back at her friend. "Nice job, Issun."

"Hey, it's what I'm here for. You'd be totally lost without me." He stretched contentedly, lying back in her fur.

Amaterasu continued on, still reading the plaques along the doors. "Main Kitchen", "Storage Cupboard 3", "Pet supplies", "Blue Tea Room". Suddenly, she stopped, staring at a large white door with a silver plaque on it. Unlike the others, the text this bared was cursive, and exalted the elegance of the room it withheld.

"Here it is. 'Room of Petals'," She stated, staring up at it.

Issun looked around. "There's no one here. Should we go in?"

The wolf nodded. "Yeah. I'm too curious not to."

Her pearly teeth closed around the handle, tugging it down. The door was pushed open slowly as she stepped into the room, her eyes widening. She had stepped onto a path of lovely gray stone, bordered on either side by beautiful gardens of immaculately blooming flowers. Lilies and violets and pansies, roses and even sakura blossoms covered the ground and walls on long branches, curly ivy vines inching their way onto the ceiling. The room stretched fairly far, bearing only a straight stone path for them to walk on. At the end was a large raised pedestal, also made of stone, with water trickling down the sides into a shallow tub fountain below. More flowers enclosed the round concrete base, twisting the tips of roots into the running water. Innumerable pink petals covered the surface, the occasional stray drifting down to be washed to the edge of the stone structure. In the middle of the mound of petals, a figure was lying limply on its side, nearly glowing in the light of warm lamps overhead. An unconscious figure, with sheets of shimmering golden hair.

"Waka!" Amaterasu exclaimed.

She dashed up, rearing up on her back legs to get a closer look. Her paws pressed into the mess of pink and spread a bit into the water she stood in. Issun on her head hopped forward, standing closer to the motionless man on the stone.

"Dude, what happened to him?" He wondered. "Why's he here? And where the hell are his clothes?"

Indeed, Waka had been stripped bare, not even his flute on his person. His pale skin was hardly covered by the shards of flowers he lay in, his knee-length hair pooling around him in swirls. He looked fair and peaceful. Almost as if he were dead.

Ammy barked loudly, receiving no response. "Wake up, Waka! C'mon, get up!" She jumped around to his face, licking him. "Seriously, Waka! Get up! Get up!"

"What are you doing, wolfy?"

Behind them came a curious voice. The pair turned to see Hitsukana walking up to them, confused but not alarmed at their presence. Amaterasu growled on impulse, leering at her.

"What did you do to Waka?" She demanded.

The princess giggled, covering her mouth. "My men have simply given him a little dose of sleep and laid him here for me as I have asked. I wanted to view his body before he was cleaned and dressed up for tomorrow."

Issun now sounded indignant, standing up on Ammy's head. "What do you mean, Princess? You can't just stare at the guy while he's unconscious, that's invasive! And what's he getting all dressed up for tomorrow anyway?"

A smile spread across Hitsukana as she crossed her arms over her waist. Her voice was light and pleasant. "Tomorrow, at the stroke of midnight, we will be wed."

A very long pause followed this as the two digested her words. Issun was the first to speak up.

"What?" He shouted, gripping the sides of his hat. "That doesn't make any sense! You just met the guy! Why the hell would you want to marry him?"

"He his funny and strange," Hitsukana explained, striding up to them. She stepped lightly into the water, stopping beside the edge of the pedestal. "And exotic and rare and beautiful. So beautiful. I want him to be my husband."

She ran a pale hand from his shoulder down his side, slowing down a bit as she passed over his smooth thigh. A hint of a grin was present on her face, causing Ammy to blurt out.

"Just for his looks? Because he says weird things? That's no reason to marry someone!" She urged, turning to her. "And by force, even? What about the way he feels? What if he doesn't want to marry you?"

Hitsukana sighed, stroking Waka's soft chest. "That won't be an issue. He will want to marry me. I am a princess, after all."

"But Waka's a nutjob, he isn't swayed that easily!" Issun exclaimed. "If he doesn't want to marry you, he'll just run away!"

Her brown eyes were somewhat sharp as they met his tiny ones, sending a shiver up his spine. "Then he will be drugged continually until he has lost the will to leave me. I am the princess of Fiera. I get what I want." Then she glanced back at the blonde man on the pedestal, cupping his fair cheek. "And I want him."

Issun was blown back. He spluttered hoarsely, "You're a psycho! I can't believe I thought you were cute! We can't let you do this to Waka, even if he is a pain in the ass! Nobody deserves that!"

"Aww, come now, buggy," She purred, reaching for him. Her finger was met by the point of Issun's sword, drawing a minute amount of blood.

"Don't come any closer," He warned.

She winced, still smiling. "I think it's time you two went back to your room. I'd like to be alone with my fiancé."

They watched her hop up onto the pedestal, sitting just inches from Waka's head. Some of his cascading hair was trapped beneath her rear, but she paid it no mind. Her hand trailed up the silky blonde locks to his face, tracing his jaw and running soft fingertips along his throat.

Amaterasu growled. "We're taking Waka."

An almost snide giggle was the response. "I think not." She clapped her hands, turning her attention to the doorway. "Guards! Please take these two back to their room and do not let them out! They are trying to attack my darling Waka!"

Before they could blink at least ten armed guards bounded into the room. Three or four managed to lift Amaterasu off the ground, holding her thrashing form to their chests, while two held Issun's arms and legs to prevent him from swinging his sword. Clumsily, they lumbered out of the room, dragging their captives out the doorway. Just as the wooden barrier fell shut again, Ammy caught a glance at Hitsukana slipping her hand down Waka's back. A gruesome look of perverse glee spread across her once-sweet face as she gripped his rear, leering sideways at the retreating crowd.

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Awkward ending, I'm sorry, but I'd like to preserve the story's original format as much as I can. ^^;

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