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*~Narrators Verse~*

"Why are the ryoka here?" Renji called out. Starting off the meeting same as the last time.

"How many times do I need to tell you to watch your mouth!" Head Commander Yamamoto called in response. "Now, Ichigo, would you care to tell us what happened?"

"Yea, I woke up this morning and there was a letter from Orihime Inoue underneath my pillow. She was permitted to only say goodbye to one person, who so happened to be me. All I know is that she is gone, to where I do not know," Ichigo said angrily.

"Do you know who took her?" Yamamoto soutaicho inquired.

"It's the same as where she is; I don't know."

Toshiro's eyes widened at the possibility that Gracie isn't the only one Aizen is going to use. His mind began to whirl with different reasons as to why both girls are needed for Aizen's plan. Even with combined memories form the original universe, the possible outcome of this situation is impossible to determine.

"Now Captain Hitsugaya, what is your story?" Yamamoto asked.

"Graciela Ivy Cordina," yes the formalities are completely necessary in captains meetings, "left with Hinamori fukutaicho to Hueco Mundo."

Multiple gasps flew from the mouths of multiple Gotei 13 members, the loudest coming from Yachiru who looks like she is going to burst into tears.

"However, I don't believe that Graciela left on her own accord, considering she doesn't know what gargantas are and she was in a state of emotional instability she should not be marked as a traitor. It is most likely that Vice Captain Hinamori Momo tricked her into going."

In the original universe, Graciela was kept a secret as best as soul society could. She was never permitted to fight against any arrancar so she had no idea then, and the same as now, to where gargantas lead to.

Yamamoto soutaicho nodded his head considering everything, he was about to speak but finally Matsumoto lost her self control. Unknown to everyone, she was silently brooding, standing behind Hitsugaya.

"Emotionally unstable? No! She was an emotional wreck this past week! It was all because of you too!" She yelled at Hitsugaya, coming to stand in front of him.

"Matsumoto I will explain later-" Hitsugaya taicho began.

"No why don't you tell me now. That way everyone can here how horrible you are to her!"

"That wasn't me!" Hitsugaya retaliated with, multiple eye brows began to raise as their argument became more interesting. All the other people in the meeting room starting to listen intently; even Yamamoto.

"How could that not be you? You slapped her! I didn't see anyone holding your arm and making you do it!"

"You did what!" Kenpachi called. Many other members called the same thing as well but were drowned out by Kenpachi. Kenpachi may be marked as a brute but he is extremely protective of his subordinates and those Yachiru wants to look after as well.

"Let me explain!" Hitsugaya screamed out angrily, immediately silencing all members. He stood up to talk, at this action multiple jaws dropped since the only people present aware that were previously aware of his height change are Matsumoto, Isane, and Captain Unohana.

"Something, or someone, invaded my mind. I felt that my conscious was bound in my own subconscious, when I wasn't permitted to open my eyes and see what was going on around me, I saw myself tied in a chair, my hands and feet perpetually bound to it. Whoever was in my mind was controlling my actions and found some kind of sick pleasure in hurting Graciela, he would even talk to me about different ideas and plans to torture her. Every time he succeeded in hurting her a simple, 'she deserved it,' was all I heard from him; as if he considered what he was doing to her payback. Sometimes he even referred back to his 'master' so I assume some other person was controlling or ordering him to control me."

No one really believed Hitsugaya when he finished his explanation, "if that's true why didn't you try to contact Graciela, we all know that she can read minds, so why didn't you?" Matsumoto called out, still not satisfied with his answers after seeing her friend hurt.

"I couldn't even talk to Hyourinmaru, my own zanpakuto. Why would I be able to contact Graciela? Besides, why would she even want to talk to me, he actions caused her to hate me," Hitsugaya added sullenly.

Everyone was stunned at this, for if he couldn't contact his zanpakuto something must have been going on. Apparently the only ones to notice Hitsugaya's sudden sadness are Matsumoto as well as captains Kyoraku, Ukitake and Unohana; who all shared a quick smirk of knowledge.

"I see," Captain Commander Yamamoto finally interjected. "I have heard of this before, but to do this a person needs a certain type of zanpakuto, and illusion type to be exact, and to have an unbelievably strong connection with it. Plus, some outside source of power must connect with the zanpakuto to allow the control to last so long. There are only two people I can think of that fit this description; Graciela, but it is obviously not her for reasons captain Hitsugaya has explained. The other, is Aizen."

"Aizen may be a traitor but why would he need Graciela and Inoue?" Jushiro asked.

"Well Orihime has amazing healing powers, she can reject any injury and heal it like it was never there," Ichigo answered.

"Graciela is the elemental," Hitsugaya answered. No other explanation could have been as simple and straight to the point for Gracie's case.

"So what should we do?"

*~Graceful Melody~*

Aizen left us momentarily to go sit upon his 'throne'. In the process leaving his two accomplices and his girlfriend to watch me. P'shaw, like I need supervision. I wouldn't try to escape this soon, that'd be really stupid.

"Ulquiorra, will you please go get Inoue?"

"Yes Aizen-sama."

'Momo, what is the meaning of this?' I asked her mentally.

No response.

'I'm not stupid, I know that you can hear me. Why did you trick me into coming here?'

Again, no response, fed up with her feigning ignorance; I called angrily to her, 'Momo, cut the crap! What is going on here?'

Ulquiorra brought over one of the ryoka, the only girl in their group. I raised an eye brow questioningly, I didn't sense any powerful reiatsu from her so why would she be here?

"You are Inoue Orihime, correct?" Aizen started off.

"Yes sir," she answered shaking slightly, obviously afraid.

"Sorry to be so forward Orihime, but would you show us your power?"

This should get interesting, what power could she possibly posses with such low reiatsu?

"It seems as though there are some who are not to happy with you being brought here… isn't that right, Luppi?"

"…Of course it is. Our entire fight was just a smoke screen designed to lure out this one girl. Who would be happy with that?"

"My apologies, I did not expect you to get so severely beaten."

Ouch, Luppi just got owned. I suppressed a bitter laugh, I doubt anyone present here would enjoy my humor. Plus there is no need to attract attention to myself.

"Now then, that's right," Aizen grabbed my attention again, "Orihime, in order to directly demonstrate your power… please heal Grimmjow's left arm."

An electric blue haired man, whom one: must be Grimmjow and two: I hadn't noticed before, slightly gasped. A look of plain shock crossed with disbelief made up his visage.

The obnoxious espada with purple hair, Luppi, started a loud rant, "ridiculous! That's impossible Aizen-sama! Grimmjow!"

'Watch closely, this is the only reason you are here and the only reason why I have befriended you.'

"His arm was reduced to ash by overseer Tosen. How can you heal something that has been erased! She is not a god!"

'Screw you Momo, get out of my head,' I blocked her once and for all from my mind, how could Hitsu… no I will not think of him!

"Soten kisshun," I heard Inoue call, "I reject."

"Hey! Are you listening, girl!" Luppi started to scream, and basically go crazy, "if this is some show to save your ass you'd better knock it off! If you can't do it I'll kill you! If that power of yours is fake then there'll be no reason to…keep you…alive…what!"

My blasé disposition automatically turned to complete shock mixed with disbelief, Grimmjow's left arm is all there! Even the blue haired espada looked dumbfounded, staring and stretching out his newly restored appendage.

It was quite predictable that the voice beginning to speak belongs to Luppi, "how… how did… she restore… I've never heard of anything at that level… how did you do it, woman!"

Aizen interjected Luppi's drawn out rant, finally, "do you not understand? Ulquiorra, you saw this as 'temporal regression' or 'spacial regression.'"

"Yes sir," Ulquiorra answered, although it seemed more like a rhetorical question to me.

Luppi began his rant again, still in utter disbelief, "no way… no human could possibly posses such ability… it can't be!"

"Correct," Aizen said, with all the answers yet again, "but this is neither of those. This is: 'the rejection of events'" A small sound along the lines of 'whaa' found its way from Luppi's vocal cords.

"Her ability is to reject, and negate any kind of event that has happened to her target. It is an ability that can return a target to a former state no matter what has happened to them. That, is even better than 'temporal regression' or 'spacial regression. It easily tramples the horizon of events that God has decided. This is a power that passes into God's territory."

I turned to Grimmjow, to see him flopping his restored limb, until his eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Hey girl," he called, "fix up, one more spot." He turned around and showed Inoue the gash, or burn, from this far away I can't really tell, on his back. Quickly she went to work again, eventually a number, the number 6 to be exact, appeared on his back.

"What are you planning? Grimmjow…" Luppi sneered.

Completely oblivious myself as to what is going to happen, I slightly leaned in closer for a better look.

"Yeah?" Grimmjow answered cynically.

The next thing I know a hand, Grimmjow's hand, is covered in blood. Tracing from his fingers with my eyes, I made it only to around his elbow. There, a body was interrupting the path of my eyesight. That body belonging to Luppi.

"Uh…oh," I muttered under my breath. Thank God no body heard me.

"Gri… mm… Grimmjow. You son of a…" Luppi began.

"That's how is goes. Later, former mister sixth," Grimmjow answered sardonically.

A blinding blue flash lit up the room. I squinted my eyes to prevent my corneas from burning, but can still tell that the blast came from none other then Grimmjow. When the flash, well cero, cleared; Luppi's body was gone. All that is left of him is some soaring ashes, slowly drifting to the ground. A rather peacefully pathetic ending to an espadas life.

Grimmjow began to laugh maniacally, "my power is back! I am number six!" Insert more laughter, "it's sexta espada Grimmjow," and again insert more laughter.

Aizen turned slightly to me, "you will learn her power, then will become our greatest ally and number one weapon."

Lies, it's all lies. He has Wonderweiss Margera, his trump card to take care of Yamamoto. Hopefully it doesn't go the same way as last time, we need Yamamoto.

I raised my eye brows, unable to hide the emotions from showing up on my face. Thankfully I was able to hide the disbelief and the eye roll, although the shock I showed instead is real. Why would he need me to learn the power, it seems like the target area can cover at most a body at a time, that is perfect to heal someone. But he has the espada here, who in battle basically all died, so if Inoue can't heal all them at once how could I? … Oh yea, gravity forcefields. Ah, crap.

"E-excuse me?" I knew that I shouldn't have, but I needed to. As much as I distrust Hitsu- him, I didn't hate everyone in seireitei. I feel no need to betray everyone, the pain he caused me isn't enough for me to turn my back on everybody else. Wait, what is Aizen-

'Graciela! Don't!'I closed my eyes, the only way I could brace for a possible impact, flinching would make the others who are unaware suspicious.

'What, what!' I called back to Ry and Ella. Celest hasn't talked to me in a while, so I was surprised her warning was there as well.

'You shut your eyes just in time. Aizen activated his shikai, you were almost put under his illusion.'

'I think you should open your eyes though.'

I did as instructed, shortly after I met with Aizen's own pair and a question, "will you fight for me." Though the way he posed it, it seemed more like an order.

'Agree,' was Celest's advice.

"Hai Aizen-sama," was my monotone response, slightly mocking Ulquiorra for it seems to be his only response to Aizen.

"Very well then. The assigned espada will be at your rooms shortly after their briefing, stay by them at all times. They will train you and when the times comes, transfer Orihime's powers to you miss Cordina. Gin, show them to their rooms."

"C'mon girls, we bes' be goin!" Gin walked over to Inoue then to myself, "yer rooms are waitin."

His smile is completely deceiving not to mention creepy. Albeit, in a sick kind of way; I like it. It seems trustworthy, like many secrets are hidden within it. It's almost as if his smile holds the reason to why his eyes are closed all the time. As if he is hiding from something, better yet; someone. His ever lasting demeanor really spiking my interest.

Once we walked out of the double doors, we took a left turn; it was there that I became utterly confused and stopped my attempt at mapping and figuring the place out.

Mere minutes, though it felt like hours, later; we stopped at Inoue's room. When Gin opened the door for her I was not permitted to enter, only to wait outside like an obedient pup; although I did see her room to be white. Just like everything else, I thought rolling my eyes.

Gin exited, closing the door which was soon opened anyway. I turned back to see one of the espada, in fact the one to go get her, Ulquiorra; step in and shut the door behind him.

"Ya really are observational Gracie-chan," Gin said to me. I turned my head slightly to him in a curious way. I opened my mouth to answer him but I heard a soft mumbling from somewhere. It was definitely Gin's voice so I shut my mouth and opened my mind instead. Found him…

'I think i'twould be best fer us to use yer mental messagin system ta talk from now to yer room.'

'Why would that be Gin-sama?'

'First off, quit callin me Gin-sama, Gin's fine. An' secon' I saw what ya did thar. Ya shut yer eyes so that ya didn't get effected by his zanpak'to.'

My only response is to stare at Gin shocked. I faltered and nearly tripped. Swiftly Gin caught me and opened a door all at the same time. A door which I presume to by my own.

'Don' worry Gracie-chan. I won tell on ya, infac' I did the same tin' when I first met Aizen. E'er since then I keep mah eyes like dis so dat he can't see the distrust in 'em. 'Specially so dat he won be able to see da fact his 'lusion didn' work on me.'

'Then how can he not see it in my eyes, I looked straight into them when he addressed me after wards!' I replied, actually scared for my life. If Aizen knew I was lying to him and eventually will not be of use, I would most likely be disposed of or killed off. Worse yet, I could be tortured.

'Yar the elemental Gracie-chan. Ya wanna hide sometin from someone, the 'lusions ya can subconsciously make can trick e'en da best 'lusion zanpak'to type wielders.'

'Thanks Gin,' boy was that a load of fear and worry off of my shoulders.

'Don mention it. Jus know dat now he tinks yer under his 'lusion, ya gotta play into his game now like I been doin all dese years.'

I nodded my appreciation to him, he was still on our side after all. I wonder if Yamamoto Soutaicho knows about this… perhaps I can question Gin later.

I heard my door open, and turned towards it. 'My espada' was waiting in the doorway.

Gin took this as his queue to leave, calling; "cya Gracie-chan!" Gin waved a floppy goodbye before 'my espada' fully entered the room.

I mentally gulped, as did Ry, my espada is Grimmjow. After seeing what he did to Luppi, I -in no way- wanted to be associated with him. But yet, here he is… in my room… leaning on my wall… staring at me like I'm a damned moron.

"Like what you see?" I questioned jokingly. Maybe, by some miracle I can get him to not hate me and not try to kill me in my sleep. Humor is always a good way of doing that… right?

He grunted and entered my room fully now, leaving the door wide open. Irked, I decided to wait until he plopped down on my couch before- wait, I have a couch in my room! Sweet.

Anyway, "are you going to shut the door?"

"Go shut it yourself, woman."

"How about no, seeing as you're the one who opened it."

He punched the couch, glaring at me pissed off, "I could kill ya' right now…"

"First off, I doubt it. Secondly, Aizen-sama would bea~t you~," I mocked him. So much for making him not hate me, but hey; I can tell already he'll be fun to mess with.

Let's just say if my goal was to piss him off really badly, I just succeeded. He jumped up and stalked over to me, I gulped but didn't move. He hovered nearly half a foot above staring down at me. Eventually I looked up and he was glaring into my eyes. I turned on the heat, glaring back at him with the hardest, coldest glare I could muster.

'It has been nearly 15 minutes Gracie, give it up!' Celest called to me.

No can do! I called back. She is right though, this is getting a little ridiculous. But I suppose Grimmjow is very stubborn, and the fact that I like messing with him already isn't helping this either.

I sighed not in defeat, but tiredness. His glared relaxed back to the bored look from before. I hmf'd and poked his nose. Annoyed, Grimmjow slightly raised his upper lip, allowing me to see his fang like incisors. He tch'd and began to walk out the door. He stopped half way out, with his hand resting on the door knob. I moved closer, curious at his hesitation.

"Yer stupidity almost made me forget," I rolled my eyes at his back, "in the closet there are three changes of clothing. One to wear when you are to be around Aizen, one for training, and one for everything else. Dunno why he wants ya to have all those, we just get one." He tch'd again, "whatever. I'll be back in the morning for training."

Oh yay, training. I turned around to change into the outfit for 'everything else' but realized that my door is still open. Running out the door and into the middle of the hall way I yelled to Grimmjow.

"Hey! You didn't shut my door!"

His response was to grin back at me in a rather feral manner, then turning to open a door, to what I suppose is his room, and slam it for emphasis. I humf'd and stalked back into my room, slamming my door behind me; hopefully louder than Grimmjow did, but definitely loud enough so that he heard it.

Walking over to the only other door in the room, I opened my closet. It was very small, and I couldn't even fit into it. It's only around five inches deep with only enough space for those three outfits to face me on separate hangers.

The first one, which looked much fancier than the others, is a long pure white dress. I tried it on and realized that it is tight, showing nearly every aspect of my body. There were no sleeves other than the black trim at the top of the strapless part extending to wrap around my upper arms. The trim was loose and allowed the free movement of my arms. The bottom has the same black trim, though around my upper thighs the dress began to billow out slightly, reminding me of a mermaids tail. Other than the style, what makes the dress look fancy is the small black glitter like stitching extending from the upper left part near the black trim down to my waist. The bottom was the same design just it is on the right side and extends to where the dress begins to billow out. Wearily I began to walk around, much to my surprise it was very easy to walk in, stretching enough to allow me to walk comfortably but not ripping in any places.

I took the dress off and put on the second outfit, the one that I should wear for well; everything else.

Inspecting it I realized it is extremely similar to what Grimmjow wears. The same loose pants, with a black belt like cloth; though it is tied into a small bow on my right hip. The top, unfortunately, shows more than Grimmjow's. The sleeves are the same length and the colors are the same the only difference between them is that it did not open, it fit like a sports bra, and not to mention it has a v-neck so it is ultra revealing. I blushed, already embarrassed about having to wear this outfit most of the time.

I changed out of the everything outfit into my training clothes, no need to change back since Grimmjow and I are going to train in the morning. I let out a surprised gasp when I looked at my training clothes. They are so similar to the clothes for my bankai! The same shirt, three quarter sleeves where one hangs off my left shoulder; just white and tighter.

Why does everything have to be so tight here! I mentally shouted.

'Damn it Gracie I was resting!'Ella shouted at me.

'Sorry!' I called back, reminding myself not to go and scream in my head anymore; well at least not during the night.

The pants are basically black capris, though tight like skinny jeans, with a smooth surface like leather. At the seams on the sides of the pants are two white stripes running the length of the pant legs. Even though all the clothes are so tight, they are mega comfortable.

Sighing in content, which I know wont last long, I hopped into the twin bed with white sheets and black pillows; to sleep.

Thinking of my day, I realized how nice some of the people here seem to be. Inoue seems really nice, shy though, but definitely caring. Gin is not an actual traitor, just faking it for infiltration. Even Grimmjow isn't half bad when he isn't pissed off. Right on the borderline of pleasant to be around; that is, if the borderline is the size of the pacific ocean. Albeit, these are most indubitably the few people I can trust around here.

*~Narrators Verse~*

"Isn't it nice of you guys to show up!" The shopkeeper, Kisuke Urahara, feigned niceness to the small group waiting in his living room.

"Can you send us into Hueco Mundo?" Hitsugaya Toshiro asked getting straight to the point.

"Why yes, yes I can. It will take a while though," Urahara responded with. Thanks to the ever present fan, Hitsugaya missed the smirk Urahara threw at him, along with the curious glint in his eyes.

"How long is a while?" Ichigo asked this time.

"Hmm, about a week, maybe two," Urahara said in a blunt manner; he knows that they won't be very happy with him so why beat around the bush and get smacked for it later.

"What!" Ichigo began to exclaim, "in two weeks they could be dead! We have to go now!"

"Sure, you can go now. This time, in two weeks."

"But-"

"So who's rooming?" Urahara interrupted changing the subject.

With only two open rooms and Ichigo's personality, thing could get ugly. Quickly realizing the situation, Rukia and Matsumoto sprinted upstairs at speeds close to Yoruichi's. Bad new for the guys though, they grabbed the bigger room that actually has room for a second mattress.

Other than Hitsugaya, who slowly backed away from the group and walked up stairs to claim the other room; the other guys are completely clueless.

"Where did everybody go to?" Ichigo asked no one in particular.

"They claimed the only open rooms. Now you'll have to crash on the couch. Night!" Kisuke retreated to his own room. Peaceful sleep not being granted to him until much, much later; thanks to the fighting over who is sleeping on the floor between Uryu and Ichigo.

Both Ichigo and Uryu ended sleeping on the floor in the end. During their fight, Chad claimed the couch as his. The prior went unnoticed until a snore broke through the glares Ichigo and Uryu aimed at each other.

Finally, they both sighed and grabbed a few blankets and pillows, their fight exhausting them to the point of passing out within mere minutes.

*~Graceful Melody~*

"Hey, get your ass up."

I groaned, "screw you Grimmjow."

"What did you say woman?"

This got me up, "I said, screw. You."

Grimmjow tch'd, "you'd like that."

"Excuse me!" I called exasperated.

He rolled his eyes and moved back over to the couch, putting back up his look of pure ennui.

"Don't act like your dissatisfied with my reaction, I was just taken back a bit. Considering that you wouldn't have said that unless you wanted it yourself," I shrugged and kicked off my sheets to the sound of Grimmjow's growl echoing through my, now, hopelessly quiet room.

"So where are my shoes?" I asked him, wondering about what I should be training in.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me?" I facepalmed. Should have expected that.

"Ugh I'll just check the closet."

To my luck I found a pair of black and white boot like shoes. Putting them on, they felt more like a sock. They must be made out of the same material as the clothing. I jogged in place for a bit, satisfied with my findings on their comfortability levels, I turned around to find a bemused Grimmjow.

"What the hell was that?" he asked; bluntly.

"Don't worry about it," as much as I hate when people say that to me, it should be the quickest thing to make him mad.

He growled in response, "fine then. No breakfast."

I opened my mouth to tell him that I'll be fine, but my stomach thought other wise. It grumbled and I bent over slightly wrapping my arms around it, "eh…heh," I said giving Grimmjow an unsure smile.

Showing an amused grin I stood up straight again and poked his nose, his own grin disappeared. He growled and I giggled, then my stomach grumbled; again.*

Grimmjow tch'd and walked to my door. I followed him out of it and walked next to him obediently to where ever he is leading me.

I actually smelt something that aroused my stomach to grumble again. I sheepishly looked down at it but kept walking. A few seconds later I felt Grimmjow turn to the right so I looked up to follow him. I came face to face with a wall, actually running into it.

"Ow!" I called loudly, realizing that I attracted attention to myself I called something else out, this time under my breath.

"Ah, crap…" I turned around while rubbing my nose, to make sure no one saw. But of course some one did, and that some one belongs to the crazy laughter echoing through the halls.

"Hahahahaha!" Deep breath, "nice going smart one," Grimmjow responded sarcastically to my action.

I blushed and looked down while moving to his side. Still looking down slightly until my blush cleared from my face. I absentmindedly began to walk closer to Grimmjow.

"Damn woman, why don't you just hold my hand already," he replied sarcastically at the closeness between our bodies.

Taking this as an opportunity to make him mad again, I grabbed his hand, "so you don't mind Grimmy!" I called like a fan girl.

He cringed away and I started to laugh rather crazily like he did before.

He turned again and stopped a few feet into a room, noticing that things got deafly silent when we walked in; my laughter slowed down.

"Ha?" it ended with. I looked around and a few of the espada are present in what I presume to be the kitchen.

I mentally gasped, in my opinion; the creepiest espada are in the kitchen with us. Grimmjow grunted and moved to walk again to get food, unfazed by the present espada. I hesitated slightly but followed him, marking off the espada as we went.

Aaroniero Arruruerie, Zommari Leroux and to top it all off, the creepiest of them all; Nnoitra Jiruga.

Nnoitra's eyes followed me all the way to the fridge. They pair of orbs followed me when I got myself some milk, and bagel. They followed me as I walked out with Grimmjow.

When I reached the door way, his lecherous stare and actions proved my suspicions to be true.

"Hey Grimmjow, if she ever misbehaves, just send her over to my room so I can discipline her."*

Holy flying crap. I picked up my pace, thankful to be out of there. The awkward silence between Grimmjow and I lasted until we reached the training room. I finally got a good look at his expression and well, lets just say he was seething so badly that a glass of water could be boiled if placed upon his head.

"Grimm-"

"Let's go."

I followed him into the training room, which is enormous.* When he drew his sword and signed for me to do so as well, I realized a bit too late that all that bottled up, random anger; is going to be taken on on me.

Calling my sword to materialize, I gulped.

*-_- Now I'm hungry

*Gimmjow's response.

*The training room rivals Uraharas, but is most likely bigger.

Sorry I didn't get this out earlier, a doctors appointment and piano lessons gave me less hours in the day yesterday to write it. But I will be keeping Thursday updates! But it is kind of cool having the 9th chapter updated on the 9th of the month :)

Friday, July 9th 12:50 am.