Title: The Everlasting Sins
Rating: Rated T.
Pairings: Canon pairings for Naruto, along with slight NaruHina near the very end of the story.
Genre: Adventure.
Summary: A sin lasts forever, even if other things do not. Naruto's debilitating disease doesn't, nor does his hatred. His past, however, forever continues to follow him. Smart, powerful Naruto. Rewritten in collaboration with The Sin of Justice, the original author.
Regarding Q&A: Any questions regarding the story can be asked via PM or review to either me or The Sin of Justice.
Beta: N/A—Help wanted.
Warnings: Language, violence, and moderate blood/gore.
Category: Naruto and Fullmetal Alchemist crossover.
Uploaded: March 4th, 2013
Key:
"Normal dialogue."
Thoughts—for everyone, including Bijū.
/Mental conversations./
Please note that Bijū cannot "speak" unless their host is inside of the seal, and please enjoy the story!
(Section Break)
"That hurt," Naruto complained, rubbing his head and sitting up.
"Not my fault you wouldn't wake up," Edward replied indignantly. "I'm not exactly the most caring person in the world, you know."
"But—"
Edward interrupted him quickly, setting the plate in front of him. "Some people came looking for you," he informed Naruto, who had just been staring at the dish. "They will undoubtedly return."
"When do you expect?" Naruto inquired, snapping out of his trance before slowly standing up back to the bed, taking the meal with him. "Probably while we're 'asleep,' right?"
"Most likely," Ed confirmed, nodding. He sighed. "You're going to be a lot of trouble, aren't you? The Hokage's son, a Jinchūriki, et cetera, et cetera..."
"It's not like I really asked for it," Naruto muttered, picking up the pastry-like food and biting it. "Like how I didn't ask to be forgotten."
"But you were," Ed reminded him. "You'll heal soon. First you need to put on some weight. You look like skin and bones."
"Not my fault either," Naruto responded.
"You could always take better care of yourself," Edward said a bit coldly. "You only get one life—don't waste it."
Naruto paused eating for a second before nodding submissively. "I thought I was going to die anyway, though, even if I found you," he admitted quietly. "Kurama didn't exactly give me a lot of information about your abilities."
"Kurama doesn't really know about them," Edward laughed. "Besides, the little fox is sleeping anyway, right?"
"I think so," Naruto replied, starting to eat again. "How long will it take me to recover?"
"That depends on a lot of things," Ed answered. "Do what I ask and it'll be shorter."
Naruto hummed in response, finishing the meal and setting the plate to the side. His legs were still shaking a little bit from having to climb back onto the bed. "And the ninja coming here? You can keep them away, right? I don't want to go back."
"And you don't have to," Edward finished, scooping up the plate. "I'll come in here later with a few books for you. I want to see the comprehension level that you have."
Naruto nodded, smiling a little. "Thanks again."
Edward stared at him for a second, then returned the smile. "Just don't be foolish, got it?"
Naruto smiled bigger this time in a reassuring manner. "Don't worry about me, old man."
Edward's eyebrow twitched.
(Section Break)
Edward sighed, slowly shuffling around the library and picking out some of the easier books on chakra and elemental manipulation, as well as normal school subjects. He amused himself by thinking of the fact that he was practically teaching someone while he never even completed school. Not in my lifetime, anyway. Can't say the same about the other peoples' memories I've made use of.
He treaded around the gray stone floor of the room, taking in the many shelves made of the same material with nothing but books on them. There was a stone table with a chair near the back of the short rows of reading material that reached the low ceiling, and a short desk in the corner nearest the table filled to the brim with notes inscribed into a nearly-unbreakable material that resembled granite. Unique to the area he was currently in, it was perfect for preserving things over a long period of time. He didn't want his notes lost. They were coded in the language of his first lifespan, the one where he lived the happiest. It was unbreakable as far as he knew, the language dying out centuries ago. There weren't any records of the country he lived in anymore, either. After the population disappeared, it was quickly conquered and within a couple hundred years, nearly forgotten. Only scholars in places like Xing knew the language and it quickly became another lost thing to history. His memory there wasn't exactly foggy due to the memories of the people, but he quickly learned that he would much rather prefer not to access their memories. It was hard to glaze over the terror they felt when the entire country was bathed in alchemical light.
Pushing past the unpleasant thoughts, Edward made his way back to the bedroom Naruto was staying in. It had a simple bed made from the materials on the mainland and a desk propped against the wall that was also made out of stone. He would have preferred some variety, but stone provided the silent environment he enjoyed. It also made just transmuting everything away without having to think about all the different materials much easier. When he finally entered the room, the kid had appeared to fallen asleep again. Ed muttered under his breath before taking a pencil out of his pocket and writing a quick message on one of the small papers he kept on his person, setting it on top of the books before plopping them on the chair and moving the chair over next to the bed. He gazed impassively at the sleeping figure before heading off to the library again to review his battle notes, hoping to find some useful tricks to fight against trained ninja.
(Section Break)
Edward fingered the soft material covering him and sighed, resting his hand back on the slab of mineral. He'd not encountered a person with an implanted Sharingan yet and had no idea how that might benefit or impair the man's abilities. Not only that, but the four other ninja were enigmas. He doubted that they all would show up, of course—why else would they send a man like Kakashi of the Sharingan other than to root up any traitors? No, they wouldn't trust a man like that fight against himself. He put the tablet back into one of the many drawers and backed out of the chair. It was nearing midnight—around an hour or two after dinnertime, his internal clock told him—and he hadn't eaten since the mid-afternoon snack he prepared. The two of them would show up most likely using a high-speed movement technique. They'd have to pause before coming in, most likely having to blow the door off or something. His entryway was strong and resilient, though, so hopefully it wouldn't destroy the building entirely and cause a cave-in.
There was no doubt that the ninja found him to be extremely suspicious. While he had only minimal training in being a ninja, he knew that they could easily sense chakra and his was hidden so much so that he wasn't even there to all but the finest of sensory ninja. Naruto, however, wasn't—being just a child (an asleep one, no less), it was to be expected. That was probably how they figured the kid was definitely there. The scent he left wasn't strong due to Kurama's influence and it using the smallest amount of chakra he had seen in a while, but it was just enough to be followed. Ed supposed it couldn't be helped.
Heading to the storeroom, he looked around and sighed. Feeding two people had begun to take its toll, even on the first day. Fortunately, there was just enough to make a decent meal before needing to restock for the morning. It was hard to eat when you only had things like salt and flour.
Edward called on some of the knowledge that the former citisens had of cooking and nutrition and decided to make something that the kid would actually eat. From what he had just found out, the boy needed things that children didn't normally enjoy and he wasn't exactly sure how to make him eat what he needed.
(Needless to say, he decided on making everything into very compact, pill-like creations, coated in a healthy layer of sweetener.)
(Section Break)
It was nearly midnight. A cliché way to infiltrate, at midnight, but nothing Edward could do about it. He decided to stay in the room where Naruto had just finished reading the chapter and decided to go to bed, almost done with the massive book he had been given. The rate of reading was impressive for such a person of his age, but whether or not he understood it was another matter entirely. He could feel the on-edge tension in the air that Naruto gave off while Edward was in the room with him, but decided against commenting. The air was very still and very old-feeling—Edward absently noted that he needed to open up the entrance for an hour when he had time to replenish the air with new oxygen and the like. His senses were on high-alert, waiting for the smallest movement that didn't occur in the immediate vicinity. After a long minute of waiting, he heard a small crash and felt the slightest breeze come down the hallway and instantly knew that this wasn't going to be settled with merely fighting.
He pushed the chair back under the desk after clambering out of it and headed down the hallway to the foyer. It was a big, empty space that connected to other rooms, most of which had password-like combinations needed to access them. He sensed the two figures on the stairways and sighed audibly, startling them.
"Didn't you know it's rude to break and enter?" he asked, drawling, trying to make their tempers short. "It'd be easier if you'd just have knocked."
The brown-haired one, whose eyes appeared to have just adjusted to the extreme level of darkness in the room, muttered a curse under his breath before fingering a kunai from the pouch on the side of his leg. "Where's the Lord Hokage's son?" he asked, tone threatening. Ed noticed Kakashi of the Sharingan not moving at all, merely tensing his muscles in preparation for an attack.
"It's rude to barge in and then interrogate me, too," Edward murmured. "He is here, like you thought, Konoha ninja. He wishes not to return, however, so I can't just let you have your way."
"Why do you have him?" Kakashi asked. More sensible, at least. "The Lord Hokage is very worried about him."
"Unfortunately, I'll have to doubt that," Edward replied with a grin. "The word of a Bijū is much more trustworthy to me than a word of a human."
He noticed Kakashi tense even further, his fingers twitching for a kunai like the man beside him. "A Bijū?" he inquired, voice deathly calm and controlled.
"That's right," Ed responded. "I daresay that even a monster like the Kyūbi is more trustworthy than a man who was once a student of the leader of the village."
Edward watched bemusedly as the ninja took hold of a kunai. He repeated his earlier question. "Why do you have him?"
"Geez, you make it sound like I kidnapped him," Edward huffed. "If you must know, Kurama led him to me."
"Kurama?" Kakashi questioned, wanting Ed to explain further. Edward humoured him.
"The Kyūbi."
He raised his kunai in a defensive stance, letting him know he wasn't going to attack unless Edward said something very, very wrong. The brown-haired man beside him was glancing around uneasily by now, confused by the turn of events.
"And the Kyūbi led him here because—?" Kakashi led Edward on.
"Because he wanted to come here," Ed finished with another grin. "I have something he was interested in."
"And I don't suppose you'd be telling me what that was?" Kakashi muttered.
"Nope," Edward replied honestly. "Though, if you'd really like to, we can all just sit down over tea and discuss Naruto's predicament."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Kakashi responded, adjusting the small blade in his hand. "The Lord Hokage would be quite disappointed."
"That's a shame, then," Ed sighed. "You probably had some type of knowledge I was very interested in. However, know that I've told you what you want to know, I'm going to get what I want."
"And that is?" the brown-haired man, who Edward figured was the captain of the team from earlier, asked.
Edward's golden eyes seemed to shine in the darkness of the room as he spoke with an icy chill. "I want you to leave."
(Section Break)
Hinata was anything but ecstatic.
Her father, once again, had decided something for her—something she most certainly did not want to do. A spar with her cousin, Neji.
The spar itself wasn't a problem. It was Neji. Neji, the prodigy of the Hyūga Clan who had been born in the Branch House but was worthy of the Main House. He was cold, ruthless, and the perfect Hyūga. She couldn't even begin to compare with him, she knew. Her father, however, decided it would be a wonderful idea to have a spar the next day. It was late, she knew, but she couldn't sleep. She had beaten her little sister Hanabi the other day, but if she had known that becoming stronger would make her father look down on her more if she lost, she probably wouldn't have. She knew his true objective was to make her into a worthy ninja of the Clan, suitable material of the Clan Head. She also knew that, while he appeared cold and uncaring, he did actually mind her state of health and if she were to ever die, he would likely only mourn in private. Appearances in the Clan meant everything. Even if your lover or child or best friend were to die, if you showed weakness in public, you were a disgrace.
So she vowed to only cry in private and act like her father wished of her. She knew that it'd be an awful experience, but what else could she do? Her loneliness hurt too much.
(Section Break)
"Okay, now I'm positive it's something to do with my bad feeling," Shikamaru muttered, looking out through the window at the stars. They didn't compare to clouds—they were already dead by the time he could see them shining—but they were calming enough for his needs. "She's been caught crying in class twice now. The Lord Hokage has been a bit down from the gossip I've heard and Lady Kushina hasn't been seen in public. What is going on?"
He sighed and rolled over. Sometimes I feel too intelligent for my own good.
(Section Break)
Chōji, as usual, was having a midnight snack.
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Sakura shuddered, squeezing her eyes tightly in a vain attempt to sleep. She couldn't get over the creepy thing she saw earlier.
What was it? she wondered. It obviously wasn't human but it looked like one. Perhaps just a creep?
Yeah, that was it. Just a weirdo who would probably be arrested for being so weird.
(Section Break)
Ino frowned, unable to get rest. Sakura had really freaked her out earlier that day, talking of a boy that sand was protecting. From what she was told, he looked like a monster in human form. The sand thing was unsettling—perhaps he was a foreign ninja? Sakura hadn't said anything about that, though.
She wondered why he was there, eyes slowly closing to the outside world. I'll think about it tomorrow.
(Section Break)
Kiba tugged at his hair, restless. Why had he been so bold as to befriend the creepy bug dude? He couldn't figure it out. He felt like clawing himself for doing something so weird. It was odd and he couldn't take it!
He did seem pleased, though...Gahhh!
(Section Break)
Shino lay on his side, thinking about the day's events. His excitement, although not visible to the casual observer, was pent up inside of him and begging to be let out. On the bright side, the kikai bugs inside of him enjoyed feasting on the chakra that was becoming unstable due to his emotions. It certainly helped him calm down.
The Inuzuka approached me, and I am unsure why, he thought, curious. He seemed nervous about it. His body language implied that he needed attention. Perhaps he is only using me, or perhaps he needed a friend.
Shino sighed. Either way, I am grateful. It is hard to be holed up only to your own thoughts.
(Section Break)
Sasuke threw another kunai at the makeshift target in his living room. He knew it was late, but he so desperately wanted to be stronger, to be more powerful...
To be what his brother wasn't...
He quickly shook off the thought, confused as to where it came from. He shrugged slightly, uncaring before throwing one last kunai—Bullseye, he noted triumphantly—before gathering them up and heading to take a quick shower before bed.
(Section Break)
Neji sat on the floor of his room, meditating. He could feel the nervous energy in the air of the compound—evidently, the whole Clan knew about the spar that he would have with Lady Hinata. Perhaps they were going to watch. Either way, it was her fate to lose.
After all, fate favoured him. It always did. He played along with its pulling of the strings of the world, so he was rewarded with a small compensation of being strong.
It was a generous reward for merely going with what the world decided for him.
(Section Break)
Lee snored in bed. He was asleep.
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Tenten sighed to herself as she polished the last of her vast array of weapons. She'd surely be tired in the morning when she woke up, it being so late and all, but her weapons came first. If she couldn't even take care of them, there was no way should could take care of herself, especially if she would surpass Lady Tsunade.
Because I will.
(Section Break)
Jiraiya sighed as the huge gates of Konohagakure came into view. It was late and he was tired from all the booze at the previous town.
The gate guards asked for identification before one of them led him towards the lodging for people who entered Konohagakure and needed to see the Hokage. Minato was apparently asleep, but Jiraiya didn't mind. He still had a concussion from where a lady hit him.
(Section Break)
Minato tossed and turned, worrying about everything. Not only did the Land of Wind send a team from their Hidden Village to propose peace, but the boy with the black outlining his eyes worried him. He seemed like a monster. His mental state of being was questionable, too. Minato prayed that no harm would befall the village.
Not only this, but Naruto was also still missing. He felt so pained to think of the son he abandoned in favour of his daughter. While she was much stronger than he could ever be, he forgot about him because he knew he wouldn't live past ten anyway. What kind of an excuse is that?
He looked over towards his wife, who had been shedding tears in her sleep. He gently embraced her and tried to get some rest.
(Section Break)
"Are you alright, Gaara?" Temari asked carefully, coming out onto the roof. "It's a full moon tonight and—"
"Leave," Gaara commanded coldly. "Mother is hungry."
Temari paused before nodding and heading back down. "Be careful," she whispered. He showed no sign of a response.
Gaara shut his eyes in pain, raising a hand to the tattoo on his forehead. Everything hurt.
/That's a good boy,/ the Ichibi, One-Tail, taunted. /Give in to your pain!/
/N-no,/ Gaara replied quietly. /Mother, I don't want to kill anyone./
/That's too bad, because they want to kill you! I'll protect you, don't worry./
/Mother, I said no!/
Shukaku merely laughed hysterically, uncaring about its host.
(Section Break)
"I'm afraid we can't do that, either," Kakashi responded quietly, lifting up his headband to expose his red eye. The captain of Squad Two beside him drew out another kunai with wire attached to it. Edward raised an eyebrow.
"Then I guess you won't be surprised when I do this, right?" Ed asked, clapping his hands together before slamming them against the floor. Kakashi's eyes widened, his eye catching all the exits—including the one they blasted open to get inside—close immediately with the stone from the floor.
"What the—?" Kakashi murmured. The Sharingan didn't follow it, he thought quickly. There was no show of chakra other than what I could see normally. What did he use, then? He can't be a samurai—he doesn't have a sword...
Just then, his Sharingan noticed a blade traveling up through the floor before separating off from the ground and clanked on the stone. He saw Edward bend down and pick up the blade, holding it to his left as another one emerged on his right. Maybe he is a samurai, then...
The brown-haired ninja in the room quickly threw his kunai towards the blonde enemy, who deflected it with the side of his katana. "You're ten thousand years too early to be fighting me," Edward said blandly. "You're lucky I'm still sane enough to talk to you like this."
Kakashi blinked, a bit surprised. The man's movements were sluggish and slow, like he was uncaring about the end result. His words were confusing, too. He quickly threw five shuriken towards the blonde, who merely moved out of the way with a quick jump. He's still moving without a care in the world. Either he's got us outclassed or is just plain arrogant.
"We don't need to fight if you'd hand over the Lord Hokage's son, you know," Kakashi tried to reason.
"Unfortunately for you, Kakashi of the Sharingan," Edward replied coldly, pointing his blade at him in accusation, "the child in question has no desire to go back. Not to mention that he's actually asleep right now, and I know from experience not to wake up a kid."
Experience? Kakashi wondered, then brushed it off. "I suppose a fight is indeed inevitable, then."
"No doubts here," Ed grunted. He swiftly dashed towards Kakashi, who immediately parried with the kunai from earlier. Edward smirked. "Not weak, then. You might even be able to withstand me a little bit."
I'm settling for arrogant...Kakashi didn't reply and quickly jumped back, allowing Edward to do the same. He vaguely noted his comrade setting up a wire trap with explosion tags. Risky if they weren't positioned right, but he had confidence in the weapons specialist. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion as his enemy lowered his sword in what looked like disappointment. What?
"You're kind of boring," he muttered. "Show me something good."
W-what? That doesn't even make sense..."Fine," Kakashi grunted, bringing his hands up into seals and forming a quick earth technique designed to imprison the target. The blonde avoided it but had a hungry look in his eyes. What's wrong with this guy?
"Interesting enough, thanks," Edward grunted, bringing the sword in his left hand back up. "Ready when you are, Kakashi of the Sharingan."
Kakashi raced towards the man in a display of immense speed only to be thrown off with a block from the guard of the blade, a risky move if the enemy was overpowering since the sharpened edge was now pointing towards yourself. He was surprised to see that his attack did nothing more than cause the man to block—little stiffening of the muscles and no change in posture or form. It was unusual and would normally make him worry, but he didn't feel right about this fight. Something was very, very off. Kakashi glanced towards his ally who gave him a slight nod and a signal for the type of trap he set up. A wire one that, if you trip over the initial wire, everything goes to hell. He wondered how he could make the blonde run into it.
"Your friend over there's done," Edward interrupted his thoughts, pointing towards the man who he shouldn't have been able to see. "Want me to spring the trap?"
Kakashi stared at him before nodding slowly, as if this man was an idiot. Ed laughed and shook his head. "I would just to freak you out," he said, "but I don't want to ruin this house I spent so long perfecting."
Was he faking, then? Kakashi wondered. Edward grinned savagely.
"Hey, kid," he said, looking over towards the captain of the squad, "mind staying out of this?"
The captain looked towards Kakashi, who nodded his head in agreement with the blonde. He raised an eyebrow but quickly took off towards one of the sealed-off doors and tried to blow it up, causing Edward to click his tongue but not comment. "Ready, Kakashi of the Sharingan?" he asked, smirking as he got into a position where Kakashi noticed his muscles finally tense in anticipation. Kakashi nodded, preparing himself.
Edward lashed out quickly, racing towards the silver-haired Jōnin. His left hand rested upon a blade with a red hilt with a guard while his right was upon a nearly identical one, the difference being the midnight black hilt that was very difficult to see in the darkness. Kakashi absently wondered if Edward could even see. The resounding clang that echoed throughout the room as Kakashi blocked the two swords with a chakra-reinforced kunai was nearly deafening and Kakashi even winced as his feet dug into the smooth stone beneath him. He saw the outline of the white teeth exposed by a smile through the black that encompassed everything in the room and shuddered slightly. Edward jumped back a few feet before racing forth again, slashing and hacking in a highly-refined style of graceful yet forceful attacks. Kakashi's kunai split in half after the third clang and he quickly grabbed another pair.
What the hell? he wondered, looking at the swords. I can't even see the edge of them without my Sharingan! They look like they don't even have an edge with my normal eye! Kakashi jumped back in time to avoid another cut and saw Edward recover before casually leaning on his left blade.
"Care to explain?" Kakashi inquired cheerfully, extracting a chuckle out of Ed.
"I'm afraid not, but good work on deflecting so nicely."
Kakashi barely had time to move his body as Edward attacked him once more, twice as fast as the last time. His eye had a little trouble keeping up—he was almost as fast as Gai! The kunai he held in his hands survived two more hits before shattering into little bits. Ed laughed slightly before bringing up his swords in a stabbing finisher. Kakashi quickly replaced himself with some of the loose stone that had been disrupted from the two Konoha ninja breaking in. Edward laughed again, standing up straight and turning to face him.
"You're quite interesting, Kakashi of the Sharingan. Your eye doesn't appear to have all the benefits a normal Uchiha would have, but it certainly came in handy, did it not?" Edward smiled devilishly, his teeth shining through the darkness, giving the appearance of a monster with only a mouth and eyes. "But I'm rather tired and would like to get to bed. I'm afraid it's bedtime."
Edward's smile retracted as he plunged his left blade into Kakashi's flesh near the hip is such a swift movement that Kakashi couldn't predict it at all. The sickening sound of blood squirting out left Kakashi a little bit pale as the sword came back out and he began to fall. "I'll deal with your comrade, too. Make sure to tell your village leader that Naruto will grow up just fine and to not worry about him despite his illness," Edward murmured, lowering his head down to Kakashi's ear. "I'd hate for him to live without ever experiencing love, don't you think?" Edward quickly reached into Kakashi's bag and took one of the chakra-reinforced kunai. "I'll also be taking this to study. Goodnight, my dear ninja," he whispered eerily, pulling Kakashi's headband back over his Sharingan and slamming the red hilt of his blade onto Kakashi's head, knocking him out.
That was a bit quick, Edward thought dejectedly. Perhaps I should have drawn it out and let Kakashi of the Sharingan reach his full potential. Oh, well.
Edward slowly stood up, wiping the blood off his blade. He looked towards the other ninja in the room who had been slapping a large amount of explosion tags onto the walls. "Don't move," he warned, "or I'll blow this place to Hell and back."
"Hell and back?" Edward laughed, slightly hysterical from bloodlust. "Already been there. And, if you don't care to be mauled to death, I suggest you take your friend and get out of here." Edward brought his hands together before slamming them on the ground once more, a blue light streaming across the ground and once again opening the entrance. "Take care, and note that if you come back, no one will be leaving alive."
The man didn't move.
Edward sighed and clapped his hands together again, putting them on the ground and raising a large stone casing around the man. "Happy?" he asked, sighing. He quickly pulled the two of them out of the foyer and into the night air. Transmuting a simple machine that resembled a self-propelling cart, he set the two of them on it and let it go to the edge of the island by the docks. He began mumbling to himself and inspected the damage done to his house before cursing slightly and fixing it all up, careful to deactivate the explosive tags by pulling the stone they were put onto away with them. He carried them outside before detonating the lot in another stone prison, also transmuted. He messed around with the surroundings, changing the crumbling pillars' locations and such to make sure he wasn't found again. Troublesome humans, he thought.
Once back inside, he closed the entryway once again and went to the room where Naruto had been sleeping. He appeared a bit restless, as if something was almost going to wake him up. Ed smiled a bit before heading to his own bedroom for a night of sleep, hopefully full of un-plagued dreams.
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In response to Guest: Yeah, and I also got a cold the day after I posted the last chapter (not to mention then I had a bad cough). I was just going by what I thought could be a recipe. I had written apples and then wondered what the heck I could make with apples. I just kind of went with it.
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Well, this one was sort of late, yes? I started Fairy Tail and got a bit absorbed...Not only that, but I've been trying to get through the One Piece movies (the animation...ew), too. I've also been screwing around on Tumblr and trying to get schoolwork done. I also caught a nasty cold. (That and I started playing another MMORPG...RuneScape ring any bells from your high school days, boys and girls?)
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