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Chapter Eighteen

And I'll tell you somethin' else

That you ain't dyin' enough to know:

There's still some living left when your prime comes and goes

-Jimmy Eat World, "Big Casino"

xxx

The first thing he noticed was that Idiot was laying there, a shattered katanapoint cleanly through his chest, and he wasn't moving. The remnants of at least two swords were scattered around the general area, assuredly having been thrown after the impact from the tonfa ball, which was laying beside the dead man, completely unscathed.

Sanji blinked, his eyes travelling downward to the crimson pool on the ground under him, and he gagged again as the smell of fresh blood reached his nostrils. Who would…who…

He finally registered the presence of somebody behind him working on his bonds with clumsy, shaking hands, and the feel of warm wet liquid running down his arms told him that this was the person that had saved him. Tried to block the incoming iron ball with swords, by the looks of it, and failed rather miserably, but…

"Sanji!" Gin darted back from outside, his eyes wide at the carnage. "You…"

"Gin, get out of here!" Sanji yelled back to his friend. "I'll be fine."

"But…" Gin moved forward, his eyes never leaving Sanji's as he knelt to pick up the discarded tonfa ball and grasped the handle casually. "Sanji, I…"

"Hurry! Before the police come!"

Gin thankfully didn't need telling twice as, with a last look back, he ran off, and Sanji felt his hands finally come free as whomever was untying them slumped against his back wearily. He could feel the blood soaking through his shirt and was almost afraid to turn, the urge to vomit still constricting his throat, and he felt sure that if he saw…whatever there was to see…his lunch would be ending up on the ground.

"Are you alright?" came a strangled voice near his ear, and Sanji's eyes immediately closed as a pained look flashed across his face.

"Why?"

There was a weak chuckle followed by a pained gasp, and hands clutched convulsively at his shoulders as a shudder passed through the other person's body.

"W-why?"

"Yes, darn it, why?!"

Sanji turned now, eyes beginning to sting with tears as he forgot his reservations and looked, regretting it a moment later as a veritable wave of nausea and dizziness coursed through him. There was blood…so much blood, and he was only thankful the other man was wearing a black jacket or else he probably would have passed out.

"I've…told you, Sanji. It's…it's…"

"Forget about your job for once," Sanji all but snarled, hesitantly reaching to grip the older man's shoulders. "How bad are you hurt?"

"My swords…took a lot of the impact, but…they couldn't…not even…" he cast a sad eye to the broken katana. "That is one…powerful weapon…"

"How did you kill him?" Sanji chanced a look back at Idiot's body to make sure that he was in fact dead.

"Luck, mostly. He was surprised to…see me…"

"Kaku, you…" Sanji sighed and ran a hand through his hair before letting out a stream of curses that would have made even the most hardened fisherman blush.

"I hope…those weren't all pertaining to…me," Kaku forced a bloody smile onto his face, one hand coming to clutch feebly at his chest. "It…hurts rather a lot…"

"Baka," Sanji finally spat out.

"That isn't nice," Kaku attempted to be flippant, but failed miserably when he began to cough, the sound horrible and grating as blood dripped from his mouth onto the floor.

"Oi!" Sanji steadied him; keeping him upright so that he wouldn't do any more damage, but the coughing seemed to douse whatever fight he had left and he slumped against Sanji with a whimper of pain. "I'll call for help."

"You think the hospital…"

"No; different help," Sanji dug out his phone and called the number Chopper had leant him, praying that the small teen would get the message.

000

"Chopper? How…" Sanji gulped, a wet towel in his hand and another around his waist as he moved slowly across the gym floor. After he had made the call, Chopper had informed him that everyone was at Vivi's, and he had sworn the little doctor to secrecy before he had allowed him to come to the warehouse. Chopper made up an excuse about needing to get home to study and he and his foster-mom had showed up and done what they could before they had decided that the best course of action would be to relocate to the gym.

Sanji had immediately taken a shower to clean himself of the blood and the touch of that filthy man, and he watched the pink water swirl into the drain with a sharp stab of foreboding. He didn't care anymore about jobs or duties or any of that: if Kaku died it was his fault, and nothing anybody said was going to make him feel better about it. He had opted not to call anyone until the morning; not even Zoro. Or Lucci.

"He's stable for now," the small boy looked up, his eyes red and wet with tears as he sniffed and reached for his hat. "But…his chest, Sanji, it's…"

"What?" Sanji dropped to his knees and pulled the boy to him. "It's what?"

"It…it's horrible," Chopper sniffed again. "It…I still can't believe he didn't pierce a lung, but those swords must have saved him. As it is, I don't know if he'll ever be the same…"

"What do you mean?" Sanji attempted to keep the anxiety out of his voice so as not to upset Chopper any more.

"He may never be able to fight again. The way…the way it happened, he'll probably always be short of breath. Things…things are going to be hard for him even if he recovers," Chopper started to bawl openly now into Sanji's chest, and Sanji held him steady and gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

"He's tough, Chopper. He'll make it," Sanji said it as much to reassure himself as to reassure the brown-haired boy, but he stood and walked across to the women's shower room, which they were using as a temporary infirmary.

"It isn't good, boy." Doctor Kureha was standing against the doorframe with a bottle of some sort of strong alcohol in her hand. "He's a tough lad; reminds me of you in that way. I've seen back injuries before, and I'm still shocked that you didn't break anything when that car hit you."

"How's his…will?" Sanji asked carefully, knowing that, like in his case and probably Zoro's, sometimes the only thing that helps the body to recover is the body actually wanting to recover.

"I can't tell. He's very guarded," she shrugged and polished off the bottle. "Well, I'm going home. You and the boy can look after him tonight, right?"

"Yeah," Sanji nodded. "Thank you."

"Nah, anything for Chopper's friends. You're good kids," she waved at him before striding out.

Sanji returned the wave and pushed through the door, eyeing the makeshift pallet on the ground.

"I could hear you, you realize."

Kaku's voice was scratchy and hoarse, but his eyes were alert and he seemed to be in much less pain then he had been. "Good," Sanji slid down beside him, not really caring that the only thing covering him was a bath towel. "Maybe you can answer the question yourself."

"I've never wanted to die." The words came out quietly, as if Kaku really wasn't sure he should be saying them. "I've just always known that perhaps one day somebody else's life would take precedence over my own."

Sanji snorted and shook his head. "You know, I really hate people that talk like that," he finally said. "I mean, if the point of your life is only to die before you actually accomplish anything, than why bother living at all?"

"If it can save somebody else…"

"Kaku," Sanji started to lightly thread his fingers through the older man's hair. "I appreciate it; I really do, but how do you think I feel knowing that, because of me, you could die?"

"Hmm," Kaku sighed. "Not great, I'd imagine, but then…it was hardly your choice. I'm sure you could have stopped me if you were able," he caught hold of Sanji's wrist with an effort and examined the raw skin from where the rope had chafed. "You didn't get this looked after."

"It doesn't hurt," Sanji muttered.

"Liar. You of all people should know how important it is to take care of your hands," Kaku let his wrist drop. "Sanji, get some rest."

"But…"

"I'm not going anywhere; don't worry," Kaku assured him.

"Does it hurt?"

"I'm pretty drugged at the moment," Kaku chuckled. "So no, to answer your question."

"It will soon enough."

The high-pitched feminine voice made them turn, and Kaya breezed in with a bag of medical supplies. "Chopper called me and told me what had happened. I was already at home so I didn't need to make any excuses," she knelt and spread her skirt primly beneath her. "Sanji, let me see your wrists."

"Anything for you!" he held out his hands and she got some sort of salve from her bag, rubbing it on the raw wounds as he flinched from the sting.

"There," she put the cap back on the ointment and returned it to her bag with a nod. Getting some fresh linen out, she bandaged the worst areas and then gave him a smile. "That should be fine. You go get some rest, now," she patted his arm.

"There are bathrobes in there," Kaku raised a hand weakly and pointed.

Sanji blushed, realizing that he was still barely clothed, and hastily stammered an apology to Kaya.

"Sanji, I'm a medical student. I've seen a lot more than that," she giggled and gave him a slight shove. "Now go. I can look after Kaku for tonight."

"Only if you're certain, my dear. I could never sleep properly knowing a woman was denied her rest…"

"Sanji," Kaya laughed again and set her hands on his shoulders. "I work shift work all the time with my internship. I've pulled weirder hours than this, believe me."

"Only if you're sure, my angel…"

"I am," she assured him. "Get some rest. You can stay in here if you want to."

"Kaku?" Sanji turned to the older man.

"I don't mind."

"Okay," he gave Kaku a smile and went into one of the shower stalls to change, emerging and pulling a couple of the gym mats over as pallets before Kaya came over and handed him a blanket.

"I brought some just in case."

"Thank you, love," Sanji took it with a smile.

"Oh, Sanji, you're such a tease," she smiled at him. "I should be the one thanking you, though."

"For what?" Sanji blinked.

"For helping Usopp. He talks about you all the time. You've given him confidence, you know; he looks up to you," she said truthfully.

"Kaya, that's hardly my doing. Your Usopp's a fine man, and it just took a little prodding to get it out of him, that's all," Sanji shook his head.

"Well, whatever you and the others have done for him…thank you. I've known him since he was little," she said. "He was always claiming that one day he'd be the bravest man in the whole city, but every time push came to shove he turned all cowardly and ran. I was never very healthy as a child, and he used to come by my house and tell me stories to make me feel better. It was only after he met Luffy and the rest of you guys in high school that he started to really open up, and pretty soon he was an entirely different man."

"Glad to help," Sanji gave her a smile that soon turned into a yawn.

"Go; get some sleep, Sanji," Kaya gave him a light push toward the blankets.

"Of course," Sanji lay down with the thought to say more but nothing ever came; he was asleep by the time his head hit the pillow.

000

His dreams were uneasy, filled with scenarios that didn't happen but in the land of sleep seemed all too real. Idiot somehow surviving and molesting him further; Kaku not being there to intercept the tonfa ball and so he ended up dying; Kaku dying…he woke up from a particularly vivid dream sequence with a small start, surprised to find sunlight filtering in through the high windows.

He attempted to get up and go grab some water when he noticed that there was a warm body pressed up against him under the blanket, one of the other person's hands slid under his robe and resting fully on his bare hip. He had to calm himself down after visions of what could have happened the night before assaulted him, and when he recognized green hair he heaved a sigh.

Kaku chuckled and Sanji glanced over to meet his eyes. "When did he get here?"

"Not long after you fell asleep," Kaku replied, looking much better than he had the night before. "He was worried."

"Idiot," Sanji said fondly, resting his chin on top of Zoro's head. "I can take care of myself."

"Which explains why Kaku is the one with broken ribs," Zoro muttered, opening his eyes and glancing up. "Hey, love-cook."

"Hey."

"I'm guessing there's a good reason you didn't phone me?"

"Zoro, I was a little stressed," Sanji huffed. "Plus I just didn't think…"

"What, I'm not important enough? Just because I'm not a doctor…"

"Zoro, I didn't want you to worry…"

"Oh, so not knowing where you are is supposed to make me feel better?!"

"Shh, Marimo, calm down," Sanji hushed him. "I'm sorry, but I needed to be alone for a while. You're only putting yourself at risk staying next to me, and…"

"Cook," Zoro chuckled. "We've been through this. I'm sticking with you no matter what, so suck it up and accept it already. You're not going through this alone."

"I can't let any of you get hurt for me again!" Sanji said vehemently.

Instead of rebutting him, Zoro merely rolled his eyes and moved to smash their lips together, and Sanji clutched at him as their tongues warred with each other, the swordsman climbing nearly on top of him and completely dislodging the robe in the process.

"They put on quite a show, don't they?"

"Broo-hoo!"

Sanji pulled back with a rather intelligent 'guh?' and glanced up at Lucci, who was silhouetted in the doorway.

"Rob," Kaku greeted him wearily. "What brings you here?"

"Heard a couple of rather disturbing rumors," Lucci replied simply. "I see they were true."

"All part of the job," Kaku grimaced. "I think the morphine's wearing off."

"Want me to get Kaya?" Sanji asked, concern immediately showing in his eyes.

"That…would be preferable," Kaku admitted. "If you don't mind."

"I'll go," Zoro offered, and Sanji clasped his hand in gratitude. Zoro, however, glanced down and his eyes widened. "Sanji…"

"Yeah?"

"What's…" he held up Sanji's bandaged wrist.

"Nothing," Sanji snatched his hand away. "Rope-burn, mostly."

"You're…"

"I'm fine, Zoro," Sanji sighed. "Really, Gin wouldn't let anything happen to me, and I know Kaku was watching, too, so trust me. Kaya put some ointment on and wrapped them up," he added.

Zoro still looked a little sceptical, but eventually he nodded and slid out from under the sheet as Sanji re-adjusted his robe and sat up, swiping a hand through his messy hair as Zoro left the room. He could feel the tension in the room increase tenfold as Lucci raised one eyebrow and Kaku tried to sit up, a pained grimace crossing his face at the effort.

"Oi, square-nose, don't move," Sanji was sorely tempted to find a cigarette before remembering first of all that his clothes from the night before were ruined and secondly that one couldn't smoke in the gym. It was only lucky that it was a weekend and there were no classes, he thought, because it would be hard to explain the makeshift infirmary.

"Help me?"

"Fine," Sanji walked over and carefully eased Kaku into a sitting position, supporting basically all of the man's weight as Lucci leant easily against the doorframe.

"Rob, I…"

"I don't expect you to say anything," Lucci cut him off almost immediately. "There's nothing to say, as far as I'm concerned. You did your job, and while I can say that your methods were poorly thought out, I suppose that having limited time to plan a solution would play a part in that. As much as our organization admits that the life of our clients is a top priority, you have to realize, boy, that it doesn't mean any of us are expendable."

"I didn't have much of a chance to think it through, Lucci," Kaku reverted to using Lucci's surname as his eyes narrowed. "At least it worked. We're both alive."

"And you may never recover."

"I'll live. That's what's most important," Kaku said firmly. "Now, if the only reason you came here was to aggravate me, I suggest you leave. I'm currently in a lot of pain, and you're not helping."

Sanji flinched, amazed at how positively murderous Kaku sounded. He had never heard that tone of voice from the normally polite and soft-spoken man, and it was frightening.

"Mr. Blackleg, if you would be so kind as to move aside…" Sanji glanced at the hooded look in Lucci's eyes and scrambled out of the way while Lucci took his place. He felt a little awkward being in the room for what was obviously a private moment, but since neither of them explicitly told him to leave, he merely hung back, still wishing fervently for that cigarette.

However, he was to be disappointed if he wanted to see anything, because the two of them seemed to have the ability to communicate telepathically. At least, until Kaku sighed and grimaced, his hand coming to rest on his chest. "What's taking that Roronoa boy so long?" Lucci growled.

"It's fine," Kaku waved a hand.

They resumed staring at each other silently again, and Sanji rubbed his temples irritably. He and Zoro would have been screaming at the top of their lungs, so to see these two seemingly calm men just stare at each other was a little strange.

After about a minute of this, Kaku raised his hand and hooked it around the back of Lucci's neck, levering his body up as much as he could as Lucci shifted so he was at a better angle. This led to another ten seconds or so of staring before they moved at the same time, lips connecting almost feverishly for a few seconds before Kaku pulled back, a small groan of pain escaping his throat.

This was about when Zoro came back in with both Kaya and Chopper in tow and the diminutive student rushed over. "What's the matter? It is starting to hurt again?"

"Yes," Kaku nodded. "It's getting worse."

"Well, I'm not technically supposed to give you more than one dose every twelve hours due to the addictiveness and the strength of the morphine, but I think it should be alright. It's been about ten," Chopper nodded and readied a syringe.

"So what happened?" Zoro moved back to Sanji and tugged him close, seemingly unwilling to relinquish any bodily contact.

"Well, they kissed," Sanji muttered.

"Seriously?"

"For like a second…and before that they creepily stared at each other for the longest time," the cook added. "It's a step, though."

"Sad that it takes somebody almost getting killed for it to happen though, isn't it?" Zoro mentioned.

"Lucci's a strange man," Sanji shrugged. "I almost got the feeling that it would take something like that to get him to come around. After all, it isn't like Kaku hasn't been trying."

"Isn't like you haven't been helping him," Zoro snorted. "With that little getup at the bar the other night…"

"Hey, he looked good and you know it, baka," Sanji's fingers were still twitching.

Zoro noticed his fidgetiness and dug into his shirt pocket, coming up with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Oi, you…" but he couldn't even finish before the pack was snatched out of his hand and Sanji had lit one, inhaling the nicotine gratefully and completely not caring that he was in a gym. "Idiot cook, you know you can't smoke in here."

"Don' care," Sanji slurred, his eyes closed in a bliss that was almost sexual as he drew the smoke into his nicotine-starved lungs. "You go through what I did last night and see how great you feel on the other side."

"Yes, because being literally sick with worry wasn't bad enough," Zoro shot back. "You should have told me…"

"Zoro, don't start this again," Sanji put a hand against the swordsman's chest. "Wait, did something happen last night? Where were you?"

"Iceburg was coming to check on us just after they took you, and he took me to Vivi's. Everyone else was there, too, and…" he shook his head. "That girl, first of all. Tashigi?"

"Smoker's apprentice?"

"Yeah. She…she looks like Kuina, Sanji. Exactly like Kuina; sounds like her too. It freaked me out so soon after finally telling somebody about it," Zoro admitted. Sanji seemed to sense that this was only the beginning of his story and wrapped his arms around the larger man, leaning into his chest. "And Ace…"

"What?"

"He was so angry, Sanji. I thought he was actually going to hurt me," Zoro said softly.

"What did he say, Zoro?" Sanji asked seriously. "Sometimes he lets his emotions get the better of him…I'm sure he didn't mean it…"

"He…he accused me of not doing enough to save you…"

"You know you couldn't have done anything else," Sanji shook his head. "I thought it was something serious."

"…and he said that…he said that I don't love you."

Sanji chewed on his cigarette convulsively as he thought about the words. Was he expecting love out of this? Eventually, of course…otherwise he could have stayed with Ace, and he knew Ace loved him. He supposed that he loved the green-haired swordsman in a way; a different way than he loved Ace, but with this relationship he was giving it a chance to grow into something more than the occasional night together. There was something intangible connecting Zoro and he, something that drew him to the other man no matter how many fronts they put up around each other. Sanji wasn't a patient man by nature, and the fact that he was willing to take this whole relationship at Zoro's pace when he normally would have gone straight for the sex said something.

But there was no possible way he expected Zoro to love him, yet. He was still in love with that girl from his past, even if he didn't realize it, and until he learned to see that she was gone forever and moved forward, Sanji couldn't expect anything from him in the way of love. "Yeah, you probably don't," he finally confessed. "I don't care, really."

"You…"

"What? I'm a hopeless romantic, Zoro, but I'm not unrealistic," Sanji had to point out. "And don't give me any drivel about thinking you love me, because you don't."

"Maybe not, but…" Zoro shook his head and tugged Sanji closer, hands slipping under his robe again as Sanji sighed. "But I've never felt anything like what I felt when those men were taking you away, Sanji. I haven't felt that completely useless since Kuina died, and this was worse. That time she was gone before I could do anything, but this time, knowing that you were alive and that I still couldn't do anything…it hurt. I care about you, I guess."

"Idiot Marimo," Sanji chuckled. "I'd hope you'd care a little for me, because, well," he leant to whisper in Zoro's ear as the younger man's hands splayed over the bare skin of his back. "I am the one that's going to take your virginity."

"Sanji!"

"What?" Sanji pulled back, feigning innocence as Zoro blushed.

"I thought you didn't make dirty references with a lady present," Zoro got his blush under control and smirked as Sanji's mouth dropped open in a gasp.

"Miss Kaya! Forgive me! Your pure ears are never meant to listen to such vile words!" he flailed as Zoro held him steady and Kaya's gentle laughter reached them.

"Don't worry about it, Sanji," she assured him. "After all, when you hang out with Franky enough, you get to hear almost everything."

"What has that uncouth old man been saying, my angel? Because if he…"

"Oi, cook," Zoro's hands wandered lower and Sanji snapped back to glare at him. "Let it go. Besides, you haven't heard about Brook yet."

"Brook what?"

"Oh, every time he meets a pretty girl he asks to see their underwear," Kaya replied.

"What? How does my gorgeous Robin-chan know all of these perverts!" Sanji all but shrieked as Zoro covered his protests with a well-timed kiss and finally slid his hands out of the robe, settling for tangling one in Sanji's hair instead while the other drew him closer.

"Speaking of perverts…" Lucci cleared his throat.

"Mmph, get offa me, Marimo," Sanji pushed himself away and re-fastened his robe. "And go get me some clothes or something."

"But this is so much easier to take off," Zoro leered at him.

Sanji was about to reply when a loud rumble filled the room, and he grinned sheepishly. "And some food would be nice, too."

"Kaya and I will handle that!" Chopper piped up. "There's a coffee shop across the road, right? They have sandwiches and stuff?"

"Yeah," Zoro nodded.

"Okay. Come on, Kaya!"

"Chopper, hold on!" Kaya ran after the enthusiastic teenager.

"Idiot cook, how am I supposed to get your clothes when I can't get into the apartment?" Zoro glared at him.

"You can if I'm with you," Lucci supplied. "I don't believe these men will try anything until Krieg returns later tonight, but if you have a guard I think it should be perfectly safe to return to the apartment for a short time."

"Okay," Zoro sighed. "What do you want, Sanji?"

"Whatever's in the closet, I guess. Besides, half of my stuff is still packed, so just bring the suitcases too," he requested.

"Fine; fine. What am I, your packhorse?"

"Nah, packmule maybe," Sanji grinned and lit another cigarette. "You're too ugly to be a horse."

"Oi."

"Just get me some clothing, seaweed-head. And my cigarettes," he added as an afterthought, realizing that the package Zoro had brought was the only one he currently had. "Oh, and if we're gonna be here for a while, all of my things in the bathroom and…"

"You are a woman!" Zoro groaned, dodging as Sanji attempted to kick him and hold his robe down at the same time. "Oi; oi, we're going already. No need to get violent."

"Hmph," Sanji smirked around his cigarette as Zoro sighed and left, Lucci following him after a moment. Hattori, however, decided to stay and perched on top of one of the sets of lockers lining the room, cooing softly.

"You do love him, don't you?"

Sanji glanced at Kaku and sighed, moving to sit beside the older man and taking his hand when it was offered. "I…yes," Sanji figured there was no point in lying at this point. "He doesn't love me, though."

"That's evident at the moment. He…" Kaku looked like he was searching for the right words before he spoke. "He's never been good at expressing exactly what he feels, and it took a long time for him to open up to me. But I can tell by the way he talks about you that you're…different. There's something…I suppose it's a fondness in his tone that I've only ever heard him use for Wadou in the past."

Sanji glanced sharply at him after the words, and even though Kaku may have known nothing about Kuina or Zoro's past, he obviously knew the white katana was important. But hearing that…that Zoro obviously did hold him in close to the same regard he held Kuina…that was big. Maybe Zoro was closer to letting go of the past than he had thought.

"But…" he grinned and changed the subject, wanting more information out of the long-nosed man. "What was that between you and Lucci, man? You were freaking me out a little staring at each other like that!"

"Testing," Kaku said simply.

" 'Testing.'"

"Yes. To see if I'm still strong enough."

"But you looked away first," Sanji pointed out, poking an unlit cigarette at the man.

"It was long enough," Kaku said quietly. "I was trying to be confident, not arrogant. There's a very fine line between Rob thinking somebody respects him and Rob thinking somebody's out to one-up him."

"Are all the members of CP9 slightly psychotic?" Sanji snorted.

"Well, Blueno isn't."

"True enough. How does he put up with you?"

"Small doses," Kaku released a weak chuckle. "I suppose I'm crazy just for wanting Rob, right?"

"Nah, I know what it's like to chase someone. Look at how long it took me to get Zoro to accept our relationship. And I mean, he still doesn't seem to know what he thinks of me," the blonde shrugged.

"Give him time, Sanji. Relationships don't happen overnight…or even in a couple of weeks. I've known Rob for over two years now, after all," he gave Sanji's hand an encouraging squeeze and Sanji smiled gently at him.

"That morphine kicking in yet?"

"Yes. It's getting a lot better."

"You want to sleep or something? You're allowed to?"

"Chopper and Kaya didn't say that I couldn't, so I presume so. I wouldn't mind eating something, though. After all, my stomach's fine," he pointed out.

"I'm sure they'll bring you soup," Sanji assured him. "But sleep if you want to. I'll wake you up when they get here."

"Alright," Kaku closed his eyes, and Sanji got up and headed into the washroom, unlit cigarette still clenched firmly between his teeth.

Notes:

1. Yay for angst! I enjoyed writing this chapter, and I know that we always hurt the characters we love, right? (I'm sorry, Kaku!!) On the other hand, I know most of you have been asking for some Lucci/Kaku, so…I've obliged.

2. Work is kicking my butt .. I thought I solved all my problems last year, but this year they're back in full force. So I'm not in the greatest mood, but I'll post this anyway!

3. That's it! Drop me a review :D