The Life and Times of the Kazekage's Assistant

Disclaimer:I don't own Naruto. This story is inspired by a novel by Lauren Weisberger. I do, however, own Imamura Tsubasa, Tenchi Hoshiro, Suzuki Sorachi, Sendo Kanoka, and Kawasaki Tazuna, any other Ocs and the plot.I also own any designer brands and magazines/newspapers named.

Author's Note: It took me a while to get this chapter done because it is a whopping ten pages on Microsoft Word. However, it wasn't so much the length that had slowed my down, but it was more that I had debated with myself over a couple of details within this chapter. I'm glad that I managed to get everything out and that I was also able to resolve my inner conflict with the story. I'm happy with the way I completed it, and I sincerely hope you are as well.

Chapter Eleven: Intertwinement

Getting ready was definitely one of my least favorite things. I once found it utterly ridiculous to actually spend hours on end on hair and makeup and wardrobe. My mind was changed when I saw just how worth those hours were. Tazuna had bought me an extravagant winter kimono. My kimono was light pink with sakura blossoms and geisha as the design. My obi was a wonderfully contrasting burgundy and my getas matched as well. Tazuna had just finished up my hair when she said, "Tsubie-chan… you never told me what happened after I left you and Gaara alone… All I know is that when I came back to check on you guys… you two were gone." She gave me a wink and a mischievous grin.

"Nothing like that," I assured her, already knowing what she was insinuating. "In fact… I refused to kiss him… and we both went our separate ways." Perhaps I could still avoid telling Tazuna about my avocado mask screw up. I rather not feel worse than I did about the whole ordeal.

"Oh really?" she asked me, her eyebrow raised the way it was led me to believe she was indeed a skeptic. "I think there's more to it than that… Tell me."

I sighed. I couldn't trick Tazuna. She was too good. Crinkling my nose and then parting my lips to speak, I finally told the truth. "Well after I went to my room… I felt really guilty over things and so I knocked on his door…" I let myself quiet down. Maybe there was chance of escape.

"AND?"

I heaved a big breath to prepare myself for the rest of the story I was about to relay. Escape was not an option for me apparently. I could feel my cheeks grow a little warm with each and every word. "He answered the door and I gave him a kiss on his forehead." I grew very, very red after all this was said and Tazuna cocked her head to the side to think a moment.

"You know… I don't think you'd be this red over that… Were you in your robe or something and didn't realize it until you got back to your room?" Damn Tazuna… Damn her and her woman's intuition. How did she know I had an embarrassing moment yet again in front of the sexy Gaara? How?

I lowered my gaze to the floor to hide the even redder blush that was coming along to engulf my face. That's when I knew that I cursed the carpetbagger and hoped that his facial hair would engulf his face… I really cursed myself. Then I got a grip and told myself that I was being silly. The carpetbagger had nothing to do with this except for being a scapegoat to my sorry life and humiliating dealings with Gaara. "No… I was in my regular pajamas but that wasn't the embarrassing part… I was in my avocado mask and didn't realize it until I went back." I visibly cringed… hear came the laughter.

"Oh Tsubie-chan! I've done something like that before!" she cried out as she embraced me, nearly taking out the lantern in the room as she did so (she's that tall). I didn't realize it but my eyes began to water. I was crying. All these months of pent up tears were trying to come out. I wasn't going to let them but then Tazuna kept murmuring, "Oh you go ahead and cry, you poor thing! You've been through so much with those awful people in Sand Castle and then this happens to you in front of Gaara! You go ahead and cry! Let it all out." And that made it worse.

"My makeup is going to run," I grumbled as I finally pulled myself together and stopped my flow of tears. Tears were childish. I hadn't cried once since my parents died. Not on the outside anyway. I broke that little tradition that day though.

"Spoken like a true model!" Tazuna grinned at me and began to wipe away my tears with a wash cloth. "I'll fix your makeup back up a bit and then we can get out of here to go to the festival!"

"You have a date?" I asked her, wondering who it could be. I was supposed to be finding Tazuna a husband but she could always do as she pleased before then.

"No… Well Kankuro asked me but I told him to go with Kanoka," she murmured as she got herself ready. She had done her makeup but not her hair.

"Kankuro asked you?" I asked her astonished. I wasn't astonished because he asked her. She was beautiful so that was a no-brainer. I was astonished because Kanoka wasn't his first choice.

"I know what you're thinking," Tazuna said to me, apparently reading my thoughts. "I thought Kanoka would be his first choice too… Kankuro's a bit of a player."

"I can tell," I grumbled as I actually found myself feeling the slightest bit of sorry for Kanoka. I hadn't yet forgotten Kankuro's reaction to my make over. "Well let's get going," I said to Tazuna, "I have to meet Kazekage-sama and his siblings downstairs…"

"Hai," she replied as she added the finishing touches to her already perfect hair. I didn't think she could look any prettier than she already was but of course, I was wrong. I sighed, wishing that somehow her radiance would rub onto me but I doubted it. Still, I put on a happy face and was on my way to meet Gaara.

I kept my jaw from dropping straight to the floor when I caught a magnificent glimpse of Gaara. Temari had taken the liberty in designing his yukata and she had done a wonderful job. It was the same color as his teal eyes with some black here and there. Our eyes locked for a moment and I was sending him telepathic compliments to him from my mind. I gulped down as I glided toward the group, Tazuna smiling down at me. I was grateful that Gaara didn't actually receive my brainwaves; some weren't appropriate to be coming from his assistant.

"You look very handsome Gaara-sama… Kazekage-sama… Kazekage-sama," I said in a soft yet terribly confused voice. I stumbled a bit toward the end when it came to his name.

"Gaara-sama is fine to call me," he replied with a nod, accepting my compliment. He looked me over for a moment, probably deciding if I was worthy of being in his drop dead gorgeous presence. "You look nice," he said a bit awkwardly but I knew it was one of the best compliments you could expect to receive from Sabaku no Gaara.

"Arigato," I murmured as I looked out to the others. I hadn't really noticed Gaara's siblings or their dates. I had just zeroed in on him. "Temari-sama," I said, knowing I was to compliment her before Kankuro. "You look absolutely stunning… Red was the right color."

"Arigato," she said to me as she looked me over for a long moment, deciding if I was worthy of a return compliment. "You look good, Tsubasa… That was a very nice choice for you."

I thanked her with a bow of my head. I was worthy! I also complimented Temari on her date. Poor Shikamaru shouldn't be left out though he probably didn't mind. I then turned to Kankuro, told him he looked handsome, turned to his date, Kanoka, told her she looked pretty, and then finally gazed back to Gaara. It seems his eyes had never left me because he was still giving me the same look; a look of slight admiration. I really appreciated the look.

"I've got to run along now," said Tazuna with a brilliant smile and flip of her hair. "I've got to meet up with some friends…" She hugged Temari goodbye and then waved to the others. She gave me a hug as well, whispering, "Good luck Tsubie-chan." I could feel myself blushing but I nodded my head as I returned the embrace.

"Let's get going too then," suggested Kankuro as he wrapped an arm around Kanoka's waist and led her out of Sand Castle. Temari rolled her eyes but followed behind her brother with her date casually strolling aside her.

I looked up to Gaara, wondering if he was ready to leave at that moment. He gave me the smallest hint of a smile and began to walk. How badly I wanted to hold his hand! However, I did restrain myself from doing so as he and I engaged in some conversation. He inquired after my teammates a bit, asking me if I had enough down time to spend time with them. I assured him I did though the truth was that I hadn't seen them in two months. I had waved to them if I passed by but I hadn't actually spent real quality time with either of them. For that, I felt very much guilty. I was grateful to have finally arrived at the Sakura Festival. I must say, it looked exquisite. All my hard hours of labor had paid off because the Sakura Festival was booming with probably every citizen from Suna and maybe half of Konoha. Konoha and Suna took turns hosting the festival from year to year.

"Looks like a success so far," I said to Gaara as my eyes scanned over him again. He looked very handsome (sexy, sexy, and sexy). He nodded to me and told me that he would be giving the speech I prepared for him in five minutes. "Hai," I replied as I pulled out some index cards from my stylish purse and handed them to him. He thanked me as we headed toward the podium that had been set up at the center of the festival. Temari, Shikamaru, Kankuro, and Kanoka were already in their reserved seats (as well as bitch faced Matsuri but I was ignoring her). I sat in my own reserved seat (the seat reserved next to Gaara's). I smiled up at my boss who had just taken the stage. He shuffled his index cards nonchalantly on the podium. Every single soul that was attending the Sakura Festival suddenly silenced. Gaara's strong presence was amazing. He could just take the stage and all would listen, ready to follow any instructions he would give.

Gaara's doing such a great job as Kazekage, I thought to myself as a smile of admiration settled upon my lips.

He cleared his throat a bit; he was ready to speak. "I'd like to welcome you all to the Sakura Festival. It's my honor to be hosting it in Suna this year. Our friends from the Leaf Village have been so kind as to send us the Sakura trees to plant them for the festival. Konoha has been very accommodating to us and I thank the Hokage and Konoha's loyal villagers for that." I noted that he had nodded over at the Hokage of Leaf, Lady Tsunade. It was great for her to be attending the festival. It only strengthened the bond between our village and hers. I grinned and waved a bit to an orange jumpsuit wearing shinobi that I hadn't seen in quite a while, Naruto. It was nice to see some familiar Leaf Villagers in the crowd enjoying the festival. My only hope was that Kiba wouldn't be there. I really didn't want to bump into him (especially not in front of Gaara). "There are many activities to partake in and it is my hope that everyone has an enjoyable time today." He made eye contact with many in the crowd just as I had tipped him to do. "I'd also like to remind everyone of an old legend that it seems has been forgotten or lost amongst the sakura petals. 'Whoever you watch the sakura blossoms with, your destiny will forever be intertwined with theirs.'" I couldn't help but blush as he looked over at me after saying that part. Would our destinies forever be intertwined because we would be spending the Sakura Festival together? Feeling a crimson blush spread across my cheeks, I smiled up at him, praying that the myth would come true for him and I.

I felt almost confident as he approached me but then I remembered last night's embarrassing moment. I gave him a nervous look as he took his seat next to me. I couldn't help but notice that he was wearing some very good smelling cologne. I believe it was Dez Hardy's Tiger Within, which sounded very sensual and smelled as it sounded. I bit my cheek inside my mouth in order to restrain myself from tackling him in his seat and smothering him with… Oh I rather not say!

"Excellent speech Kazekage-sama," I said to him shyly, "You had great eye contact throughout."

"Arigato Tsubasa-san," he said to me as if trying to melt my heart down to a little fragment of hardworking blood vessel.

"Great job Gaara," complimented Kankuro and then Temari. Gaara nodded his head to the both of them.

I would have been perfectly content with this if it hadn't been for bitch faced Matsuri having said something. "Oh Gaara-sensei! You were so amazing up there," she cooed in the annoying voice I hated. "You look incredibly handsome as well." I wonder if I would get in so much trouble if I just took out my two Akomeogi and just punished her a bit with them…

"Restrain yourself Matsuri," hissed Temari at her assistant. "Stop throwing yourself on my brother and have a little self-dignity." I could tell Matsuri was shocked that she had been called out by Temari in such a way. Temari was a bitch but she was mostly a bitch to me. It was actually kind of nice to see Matsuri get a bit of the bitch beating this time. Matsuri had an embarrassed look on her face as she nodded and then apologized. "Well then," Temari said to us all, "Shikamaru and I are out of here." With that, Temari and her date left. "Hurry along Matsuri. The kissing booth isn't going to kiss itself so make haste!"

"Hai," replied Matsuri. She turned toward Kankuro and Gaara. "Stop by guys… just to look. Kanoka's got second shift anyhow." Matsuri's stupid bitch faced head bobbled along as she walked away and then disappeared into the crowd. I was more than happy to see that she was finally gone.

"She's… a handful," grumbled Kankuro as he rose to stand, Kanoka standing as well. "You have second shift at the kissing booth, huh?" Kankuro cocked his war painted eyebrow at the girl. She gave him a wicked grin and nodded at him. "Well I'll definitely have to pay a visit."

"I'd be upset if you didn't," replied Kanoka in a soft murmur. Hah! That line had a double meaning. Meaning number one was that Kanoka was flirting her ass off with Kankuro. Meaning number two was that she really would be upset if Kankuro ditched her and ran off with some other girl. In other words, Kanoka was worried that Kankuro would be a player and go flirt with other girls. At that moment, a feeling of an 'I feel sorry for you', came over my face. Kanoka, no matter how hard she was trying, just couldn't tame Kankuro. He was too wild and wanted to share that wildness with every other girl out there. I frowned as Kankuro and Kanoka took off in the direction of some concession stands.

"I don't know why my brother doesn't just ask her to be his girlfriend," Gaara commented with a small shrug of his handsomely broad shoulders. He had been roughly quiet this whole time during Kankuro's and Kanoka's moment. He glanced over at me, waiting for my opinion.

I didn't exactly want to go into detail why Kankuro didn't ask Kanoka to be his girlfriend. It would have come out to be something like, "Because his penis doesn't want to settle down." Instead, I chose smarter words than those and said, "Because he doesn't want the commitment." After saying so, something I didn't really expect happened.

Gaara didn't nod and he didn't say anything in response to what I said either. He just gazed over at me for a long moment. "Let's check out some things," he said softly, finally breaking the silence. I gave him a small nod and followed him as he walked toward the festivities the festival had to offer.

"Gaara!" I heard someone call out and then, "Tsubasa-san!" I swiftly turned around, a little on guard but still friendly at the same time. Gaara had turned his head and then fully turned around to face whoever it was that was calling to us. An orange jumpsuit wearing shinobi cheerily skipped up to us. "Hey! I was hoping I'd run into you Gaara! It's nice to see you again too, Tsubasa-san. Dattebayo."

"Naruto, how are you?" asked Gaara as a slight smile appeared on his face. I had no idea that he knew Uzumaki Naruto, the hyperactive ninja of Konoha, but then again, Naruto did always make his presence known to everyone.

"I'm great," he said in an almost shout. "How about you Gaara? You have a girlfriend finally?" My cheeks turned bright red. Did Naruto honestly think that? I wasn't Gaara's girlfriend… I wish I was… No… no I don't. Oh, who am I kidding? Yes! Yes! I do wish I was his girlfriend! "I'm glad for you and Tsubasa-san," chirped the boy and I almost wanted to strangle his little whiskered neck. Was he really that dense? He just didn't know when to shut up.

"Actually," said Gaara in a softly tranquil voice. "Unfortunately, I don't have that honor. Tsubasa-san isn't my girlfriend, she's my assistant."

Unfortunately, I don't have that honor, I thought to myself with a weird smile.

I was repeating it over and over again in my head to fully grasp the meaning. Once I did understand exactly what it was I nearly giggled with pleasure. Gaara was giving me another compliment. Not only that but he was also glancing in my direction. Certain flirtatiousness seemed to be dancing like fire in his eyes from the look he was giving me and I could feel myself blushing even further.

"So Gaara, why don't you make it your honor, eh?" Naruto asked Gaara with the widest grin I've ever seen anyone smile. I cringed as Naruto began to wiggle his blonde eyebrows. I was officially completely red after that statement and it was time for me to change the subject.

"So, uh, Naruto… what are you… uh… up to lately?" It came out a bit butchered but what else could I do? Naruto shouldn't have been saying things like that; putting me on the spot like that, and Gaara on the spot… It just wasn't appropriate… at all.

"Changing the subject on me… well alright," he replied, still maintaining his wide grin. I attempted to smile at him but I think it came out more as a, 'I want to hurt you so bad right now' smile rather than a friendly one and I couldn't hide it. "I've just been training and having fun with friends." He scratched the back of his head and then looked back at me. "Have you seen Dog Breath…I mean Kiba here yet?"

So Kiba was here. My ex-boyfriend was somewhere in the Sakura Festival, most likely seeking a way to destroy me just like Temari and Matsuri often did. They were all against me. I took a deep breath for a moment, realizing how paranoid I was being. "No I haven't," I said as calmly as a girl who didn't want to talk about her ex-boyfriend in front of the boss she was in love with could.

"Eh, that's probably 'cause he's not here 'ttebayo," Naruto said to me as he began to laugh at his joke. And what a stupid, stupid, stupid joke it was.

"Naruto," I growled at him, my hands were trembling and trying to fight the urge to strangle Uzumaki Naruto right in front of Gaara.

"We've got to get going," said Gaara, finally doing something about the predicament. "I'm glad to have run into you Naruto… Come by Sand Castle tomorrow morning. You can stay in a room there, if you'd like." I could feel myself casting a worried glance in my boss's direction, trying to warn him that Naruto staying at Sand Castle was a very, very bad idea but Gaara wasn't paying any attention to it.

"Sounds great 'ttebayo," replied Naruto with a grin. He was giving me a strange look and I didn't like it because I knew what that look meant. He was going to embarrass me as much as he could and there was nothing I could do about it.

Gaara nodded and turned around. He looked back at me for a moment and then said, "Are you coming?"

"Bye Naruto-kun," I said to the blonde boy and followed after Gaara, still red from certain quandaries and dilemmas.

The first concession stand we walked to was the blanket stand. Of course, we got the blanket for free because Gaara was Kazekage. He wrapped up the blanket and tucked it underneath his arm.

"We can go get something to eat, if you'd like," he offered as he looked over to me.

"Let's try the kabobs," I suggested. I was very excited to get some kabobs. They were the best kabobs in Suna and usually expensive but the chef had lowered the prices dramatically for the festival. It was only time of the year to get something that delicious for cheap.

The kabob stand, sadly, was next to the kissing booth. In my opinion, it was badly positioned; strategic wise that is. Matsuri could be seen making out furiously with two guys at once. How that was possible, I'm not sure I could begin to explain. I guess she was taking turns. I stopped in my tracks, grimacing at bitch face. Gaara, who also paused, had a bit of a disgusted look on his face as well as he looked over at the direction my eyes were glaring at. I groaned inwardly, wishing that Matsuri could just once spare me from witnessing her disgusting kissing displays. At a closer look, the two guys Matsuri was kissing were Hibachi and Higuchi from Tazuna's party. I thought I had recognized them. It looked like they were back for more. Yuck!

I wasn't sure if I was in the mood for eating anymore but as soon as we rolled up to Fujimoto's Kabobs I quickly changed my mind. "It smells delicious," I commented as Gaara and I approached the counter. He nodded in agreement and turned to order.

"A box of specialty kabobs and two green teas," Gaara said to the chef as he began to whip them up. The chef's specialty savory kabobs were composed of Chengdu lamb, marinated Mongolian beef, grilled chicken, sweet-sour pork, and deliciously sautéed vegetables all drenched in a secret sweet but tangy sauce (a recipe only known to the chef and his family). I could barely subdue my salivating tongue inside my mouth as Gaara handed me the package. I was so eager to accept the large kabob package that my fingers brushed against his for a moment. I was too excited to say sorry about the brushing of hands. Gaara took the drink in his hands. He told me that we should find a nice place to sit and I agreed.

I set down the kabobs for a moment and took the drinks from Gaara. He grabbed at the blanket he had stuffed underneath his arm and began to unravel it. The fabric used for the blanket was fleece, an excellent choice during winter. He spread out it onto the grass and motioned for me to take a seat. I sat down gently, careful not to spill our two cups of tea. He took hold of the kabobs and set them in the center of the blanket. He sat down across from me and gazed over to me. His teal eyes were just so inviting and alluring. It made me wonder if he would mind it so much if I just scooted over a bit so I'd be sitting next to him instead of across from him. His hands moved to open up the kabob tray, revealing deliciously steaming kabobs. He took a kabob and he handed it to me. I received the kabob in my right hand as it accidentally (intentionally) brushed against his hand.

"Careful," he said to me as he picked his own up. "It's hot." Oh yes… you are hot dear Gaara, my wonderfully handsome boss… Oh goodness… You were talking about the kabob, weren't you? There I went again, getting myself all worked up and giddy over Gaara.

"I will be," I assured him with a smile. I held it in my hand, waiting for it to cool down. It gave me a nice chance to watch him. He began to blow gently onto my kabob, cooling it down. He then started to nibble his kabob slowly.

Oh nibble on me, I thought as I attempted not to swoon in front of him.

Afterward, I felt myself turning red from my naughty thought. Now I wasn't a dirty person that always had my mind in the gutter. I was level headed and appropriate. Gaara just made me think things that Matsuri probably thought around age nine (meaning her juvenile thoughts opposed to the much nastier mature thoughts she has now). My shame evaporated as soon as the band began to play. The band I had hired was named Haremjuku. It was a clever name for a band, I thought. The Harajuku fashion style was becoming quite popular in all the villages and of course harem made sense because Suna is the desert village known for its harem girls and culture. The type of music they played was a cross between Suna's traditional desert melody and a new kind of funky pop. However, for the Sakura Festival, they would be playing softer tunes and lighter songs.

I was now on my third kabob and I must admit that the flavor of it was definitely worth savoring if your stomach would let up on sending your mouth signals to swallow because of clear selfishness. I would eat my third kabob slowly this time to enjoy the flavor. I glanced over across to my neighbor, Gaara. He was gazing over at me and I could feel the blush returning as I returned it.

"Kawasaki throws interesting parties," commented Gaara and my heart skipped a beat. That's what he was thinking about; the avocado kiss incident. How embarrassing! I knew somehow that would be brought up again! I felt myself begin to sigh but he continued. "I never played the kind of games she suggested."

"No?" I asked him, trying to remain calm but staying calm is difficult when your heart is beating faster than a hummingbird beats its wings. He shook his head no and I really didn't want to continue speaking of such things because I didn't want the avocado kiss popping up into the conversation but curiosity was nagging at the corners of my lips and I found myself asking him, "What did you think of it?"

He shrugged, adding to my worries. Did he not like it? Perhaps it had been a bad move on my part to pay him my avocado visit… Then he said, "Fortunately for me I didn't end up with Matsuri…"

"Would that have been so bad?" I asked him casually. I mean of course it would have been bad and it would have been bad for many reasons; one reason being that I would be homicidal and dying to get my hands on Matsuri's little neck, and another reason being that there might have been a chance that she and Gaara might have become an item. The chance was slim but it was still there. Believe me, that was enough for me to put my foot down on that (if I would have had the guts to do something like that).

Gaara gave me a funny glance and I could see his lips twitching but I wasn't sure why they were twitching. "She would have been the only one enjoying it."

"True enough," I said with a small laugh. Matsuri would have enjoyed it so much she might have pissed her little bitch faced pants. The only down side is that Temari might have ordered me to clean it up… I'm pretty sure Gaara or Tazuna might have said a thing or two against that order and I would have been safe.

"What did you think of it?" he asked, and it caught me off guard. I didn't think he would return the question but it was only natural that he did so. He had once told me that he valued my opinion (something I wrote in my diary, in fact).

"I thought it was kind of… well… I didn't like it," I admitted as I hid behind my cup of green tea. I nearly jumped out of my seat when I realized that he might consider what I just said as an insult. "I mean it wasn't you! It was me! Well it wasn't me either! It's just that… I don't usually play games like that…"

"I understand," he said to me in his soft and sexy voice. His words were just like honey; sweet and laid on thick. "I suppose I wouldn't have played if there wasn't the chance of getting to kiss you," is what I would have just melted and died at if he would have said it. What he really said was, "Kankuro would have never let it go if I hadn't have played." That's when I had noticed Gaara's gourd slide lazily off of his shoulder. He was getting comfortable; a good sign.

"Tazuna wouldn't let me live it down either," I said quietly as I sipped at my tea. I glanced out toward the sakura trees and smiled. "Look," I said to Gaara, "They're blossoming." He turned to face the trees and grew quiet. He seemed to be content as he looked out. Sakura petals began to lightly fall and some blew in our direction. I smiled fondly as some petals fell in Gaara's hair. He didn't seem to mind that they were there and neither did I. It made him appear gentler than usual; a side of him rarely seen. I was grateful that I was blessed enough to see it.

"I presume this means our destinies will be forever intertwined," I heard him murmur softly as he continued to gaze at the sakura blossoms.

"I suppose it does," I said to him as I glanced over. I was grinning over at him and though he wasn't looking in my direction, he seemed to be pondering things about him and me; destinies forever intertwined from that moment. And I was satisfied with that.

Author's Note: I perhaps could have elongated the merriment of the festival, but I'm satisfied with it. I hope you are as well. The next chapter won't feature a continuation of festivities, but will have some rather humorous elements to it thanks to an Orange Firecracker of a shinobi ;)

One of my concerns is that maybe I've made Naruto's character too annoying and obnoxious, much like his younger self before the time-skip. When I began this story, I hadn't much watched the Shippuden. I knew of important events in the Shippuden such as Gaara's capture and the extraction of his tailed beast, but nothing in great detail. Naruto Uzumaki, hands down, is my favorite character of the show/manga. Looking back after watching all of the Shippuden, I wish that I'd have made Naruto more grown up and mature, but as I stated, I wrote this before knowing what I do now. I hope that's okay with everyone!

Review and let me know what you think. :)