Chapter 12: Horrific Commencement
The Academy, Konohagakure no Sato (0845 hours April 1, 8 AK)
"All right class, I know you are all anxious to get studies underway, but I need you to quiet down for a second and listen to what I have to say."
Umino Iruka did not have a particularly pleasant start to his day. He overslept by about 30 minutes (he completely forgot to set his alarm clock, especially for an important day like this). When he got off the bed, he fell flat on his face and almost broke his nose. His toothpaste practically exploded on his face when he struggled to release some on his toothbrush. A large bucket of water dropped several feet from the air and splashed his entire torso. And he managed to somehow pass by 13 black cats in a row. He could not have possibly guessed that his day would begin so atrociously.
But, as he walked into his full classroom completely late, soaked in suspicious water, and cursing his overall bad luck, he was pretty excited to get this day going. Today, he was going to be the head instructor for a class full of prestigious heir-apparents. The Aburame, Akimichi, Hyūga, Inuzuka, Nara, and Yamanaka clans all had children starting their education at this exact moment. Heck, even the Uchiha clan had representative in the same year. Even more than his bad luck, he could not believe the coincidence in having so many clan heirs in the same grade year.
Quite frankly, he was looking forward to the next couple of years. He saw it as a sort of challenge that he could not stray away from. He was eager and excited, and in spite of his current appearance, he was radiating with anticipation for what the years had in store for him.
Unfortunately…
"I SAID QUIET DOWN!" Iruka blurted at the top of his lungs. That got all of the murmurs to settle down enough. He was really hoping not to have lost his patience so early with this bright batch of propects, but if there was one thing he hated more than Naruto's imprudent pranks, it was unruly children. Sure he loved his job, but it more often than not left him with severe migraines before heading off to bed.
Of course, not all the students were being loud and disruptive. One of the key factors separating a competent teacher from an inept one was his ability to perceive and understand the welfare of his students. He noted that, all the way in the back of the class, two young girls stood as far apart from their classmates as they could possibly manage.
The one with cobalt hair had the most striking pair of ivory eyes. Iruka presumed that she was the heir to the Hyūga clan, since he already taught Neji, who is her senpai by a year. He had assumed that she would present herself with more authority and confidence, but the frail girl whimpered in her seat, twiddling her index fingers together and fidgeting around nervously. He almost couldn't believe that she was the heir to the second greatest clan the village had to offer, but the registration reports are not falsities.
The other student wore crimson-clad outfit that matched very well with her sepia hair. The red girl (Iruka had trouble remembering who she was exactly, he met with so many different students during registration that he did not took the opportunity to engrain their names and faces into memory) stared furiously at Iruka, paying close attention to everything he had to say. The way that she isolated herself from the class, however, told a different story about the girl. Iruka supposed that she was lacking in social grace and could not tolerate the presence of others.
Iruka tried to comprehend the mindset of each of his students from what he could gather at a glance. The room was designed in an ascending fashion. The blackboard and teacher's desk was at the lowest level, were Iruka can view everyone in the classroom. The student's desks were aligned in two columns with rows that extended upwards towards the back of the room. With the architecture of the room, not only was his voice audible for all to hear, but he could not miss a sight of what his students were doing.
With that said, he also noted the behaviors and actions of other students. That boy with the eye patch seethed with a silent, yet unrelenting rage; the boy with the pineapple haircut seemed absolutely bored with life in general and drowsily desired some extra sleep; some of the girls in the class eyed the boy with onyx hair and high collared shirt with unrequited affection. The typical in his line of work.
Still, as he made impressions on each of the students in his class, he made mental notes as to who he thought would need the most assistance and who would breeze through topics. He hated having to give these first impressions, but he found, as the years went by and he taught more children, that it allowed him to narrow down the neediest and provide them with as much aid as he could. Right now, he had a hunch that the pineapple kid and the Hyūga heiress would need the most help of all his kids.
"Ahem…" Iruka coughed into his fist after looking around the classroom. After about 30 seconds of silence, Iruka was satisfied with their obedience, so he proceeded with his introductory lesson. "Now, I can feel the positivity of the atmosphere, but let me be the first to tell you that this is going to be some of the most difficult years of your childhood. I don't mean to scare you or anything, but it is indeed the fact of the matter."
"For the next four years, my colleagues and I will be molding you into the finest shinobi that this village can offer. Your parents must have been completely confident with your skills if they registered you for the Academy," A curious stumble from the Hyūga briefly caught Iruka's attention. "…but from here on in I will be taking care of you. I will be nurturing your skills and refining them, teaching you the basics behind shinobi combat and preparing for your futures as adults in Konoha."
"Do not expect me to hold back; I'll show no mercy when it comes to the topics that I will be teaching you. At the same time, do not be afraid of me. I will help you in any way that I can, holding your hands if need be and guiding you to the right path." The onyx kid suddenly sneezed loudly. After a couple of students gave their sympathies, the class resumed as if nothing happened.
"I know we have all met before at the registration, but I'd like to introduce myself once again. My name is Umino Iruka-sensei, and it is an honor to be teaching you today. My favorite food is undoubtedly ramen from Ichiraku's," The red-clothed female perked up a bit after hearing the name Ichiraku. Curious. "I enjoy going to the hot springs when I'm not busy teaching you guys, and one day, when you all get stronger, I want to fight you to the best of your abilities!" With the final statement, Iruka added a hand gesture, pointing to his chest with his thumb and giving the most inspiring smile he could. There was a bit of mumbling in the classroom. Some of the students were receptive to the introduction and the subsequent honors, while others didn't care. It was usual, Iruka did not expect much.
"…It's is only the polite thing to introduce yourself after someone has introduced themselves." Iruka explained. He quickly recomposed himself, assuming that the kids probably thought he was trying to act cool. "Therefore, each of you will be giving brief introductions. Just state your full name, your clan if you have one, and one thing you look most forward to learning in the Academy."
There was a unanimous sigh of disappointment coming from almost everyone in the room. Nobody wanted to do something boring like talk about themselves. Most kids just wanted to go and play around with the new friends that they made, and learn how to become ninja. And, as Iruka expected, that was the generic response he received from most of his students, barring the clan heirs of course.
"…Aburame Shino, of the Aburame clan…We specialize in Kikaichū breeding and incorporating colonies into our bodies. Why? Because we share a symbiotic relationship with these parasitic insects, although they do not deserve to be referred to as such because-"
"…yes Aburame-san, we understand the circumstances behind your clan's…desire to raise Kikaichū." Iruka said, attempting to shift the topic into something more comprehendible for the children. He saved them the unnecessary headache of listening to the anatomical distribution of chakra among Kikaichū hosts. Even he is perplexed on how people nonchalantly allow bugs to live inside them.
"…Yes, of course Umino-sensei. I apologize for any inconvenience. Returning to the topic at hand, I hold a great desire to bolster my skills in chakra control. Why, you may ask? To better manage my chakra reserves. It is imperative that I do not haphazardly deplete my chakra, especially with my colony-"
"…Indeed Aburame-san. Moving on to the next student…"
Shino shifted lower on his seat. He really hated being interrupted.
Iruka breathed a mental sigh of relief. Although Shino appeared to be one of the quiet introverts, like the Hyūga and the red girl, he did not know when to stop when it concerned his beloved Kikaichū. For a taciturn boy like him, he demonstrates immense pride with his bugs. Iruka suspected that he will be the shinobi of this class with the most surprises in terms of skill.
"My name is Akimichi Chōji. It's very nice to meet you Umino-sensei, everyone." Chōji introduced, munching on the seemingly endless supply of chips he carried around.
"Likewise, Akimichi-san." Iruka replied.
Chōji smiled. "My clan is the Akimichi. We, uh, kinda like to eat a lot. I suppose that's our thing? Anyways, Shikamaru's my best friend." An annoyed grunt escaped the pineapple boy's mouth. "I guess what I want to learn the most from the Academy is how good their lunches are." Snorts and snickers escaped from some of the classmates, laughing at Chōji's desire. Chōji paid them no mind, resuming his munching with enjoyment.
"…Fujibayashi…Suzu…" The red girl introduced herself. As Iruka expected, she was not much of a conversationalist. "My…family…was unable to become a clan…but I wish to…change that fact."
'SHE'S Fujibayashi Suzu?' A young blond girl with sky blue eyes thought. 'Tou-chan was right. She is kinda quiet. A little out there, if you ask me.'
'…So I'm supposed to stay away from this girl?' The Hyūga reflected. '…She doesn't seem so dangerous. If anything, she seems shy, like me…But Otou-sama told me to stay away…I don't want to disappoint him…'
'Interesting girl…' The onyx haired youth pondered. 'Might be something to keep an eye on her skills.'
"Well Suzu-chan!" Iruka recalled from last week that he had received permission to call her Suzu-chan. How could he forget the girl?! She was the one who wanted to see Naruto again. Anyone that wanted to be friends with Naruto was alright in his book. "I see that you have an admirable goal there! I hope that you manage to succeed in that path."
"…U…un…" Suzu mumbled.
"Pfft," Came a scoff from lower in the classroom. "Yeah right. Like that crazy bitch could do anything she wants."
"Excuse me?" Iruka said, looking for the voice of that outburst. The entire class was also very interested in the sudden call-out.
"You heard me. Fuckin' crazy cunt can go shove a fuckin' boot up her ass wit' all her retarded dreams and other bullshit!"
Iruka found the source of all of the hate. The boy with the eye patch, the one who oozed in rage, was sitting back on his chair, legs kicked up and hanging atop the desk, with no care whatsoever in the world. Everything about the boy's appearance just screamed "delinquent," from the color and design of his shirt and khakis, to the apathetic position he took while class was in session. Yet, everything the boy said pertaining to Suzu held enough toxic to kill a man several times over. He had no intention of hiding his grudge against Suzu.
"Boy, you better treat your classmates with respect." Iruka demanded.
"Or whut? You gunn send me to the big bad Kitty Kat?" The boy said sarcastically. "Oh, look at me. I'm fuckin' shaking in my boots." To further add to his sarcasm, the eye patch boy thrust his hands in the air and shook them randomly in feigned fright.
"Your name, boy…" Iruka said, quickly losing his patience. He was not expecting there to be dissent from his students this quickly. Maybe the boy was naturally antagonistic. It did not matter. He was going to be reported to Katarina, anyways.
"Nun o' yo buzinezz." The boy shrugged. Iruka maintained his glare at the boy, who lowered his arms in defeat. "Meh, whatev. Meichi. Ironic, isn't it? As for my clan, I ain't have one. I'm a fuckin' orphan, juss in case you actually gave a shit. But, unlike that murderin' shit up there, I ain't give two fucks about makin' one. There only one fuckin' thing keepin' me runnin'."
He got up from his seat as violently as he could, and stared Suzu in the eyes, hate overflowing his gaze. "Stupid bitch…I'mma fuckin' KI…" He stopped for a second. No, not now. He shouldn't announce his plans now. Besides, she should have gotten the message last week. In any case, if he did so at this moment, he could be brought in to Katarina for something more insidious then his brash behavior. "…KICK YO ASS! Yeah, that's it! Yeah, Yeah! I'mma fuckin' kick yer ass!"
Unbeknownst to Meichi, Suzu stopped caring about the impudent little punk the moment he started his outburst. She was done with her introduction, so she was waiting patiently for the next student to proceed. She did not process any of the words that he said to her. Not even his "murderin' shit" insult. She was used to voiding out all of the negative comments flung at her.
"Well now, will you be willing to 'kick ass' around my presence?" a voice spoke from out of the blue. In a controlled shunshin, Eine Katarina spontaneously appeared in the room. She was smiling widely to keep appearances, but she was rather disappointed. She did not want to begin her disciplinarian review so early in the school year. The kids just barely got settled in! 'Ah well…' Katarina thought. 'A job's a job, I suppose…'
"Tch…" Meichi reluctantly grunted. Pushing his chair outward as he stood, he strolled along with Katarina towards the lower exit of the classroom. "Dis ain't gun do much, teach. Yer jus wastin' yer fuckin' time."
"If you excuse me, Umino-sensei." Katarina said, the smile pasted on her face still beaming brightly.
Iruka sighed. "…Sure, do what you believe is necessary."
"Thank you Umino-sensei." Katarina bowed slightly.
In a burst of speed that absolutely no one was expecting, Meichi's body flew across the room. Katarina punched the boy as hard as she could, not holding back and even enhancing her punch with chakra. Meichi crashed harshly on the wall on the other side of the classroom. The wall even splintered a bit from the impact of the boy. Suffice to say, Meichi's face was ruined from the hit. A disgusting bruise was beginning to form around his cheekbone, where Katarina punched him. She purposefully missed his nose, so that the classroom would not be covered in any blood. Still, she was going to have to fix the hole in the room. The things she did for the security of her children…
She walked up to the boy, who, impressively enough, did not cry out in pain, and violently lifted him off the ground from his crash site. She was holding him from the collar of his shirt with one hand, and staring at the boy intensely. The class was stunned silent from the demonstration (it could not be called anything else), just watching in fright about what could possibly happen now.
"…Heh heh…" The defiant Meichi chuckled. " Izzat da best you can do?"
Katarina said nothing. She just looked him in the eyes, with a blank expression on her face. The sight was eerily familiar to Meichi, as he struggled to repress memories of months ago. The blank stare…
Then intolerable pain.
In a jab that no one, save for Iruka, could see, Katarina punched Meichi in the eye. The one that no longer was in his face. She punched him in a way that allowed her to dig her knuckles inside his head, further inflicting great pain to the boy. Then, she dropped the boy from her hold, allowing him to fall feebly to the ground and caress his eye in a desperate attempt to stave off the gruesome pain.
"ARRRRRRRRUGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed horridly. "YOU FUCKIN' BITCH! I'M FUCKIN' MISS AN EYE DERE YOU CUNT! AW FUCKKKKKKKK!"
The screams and cries could not be avoided. Even Suzu was paying attention to Meichi's suffering with mild interest. She did not think much of it, but deep within, she felt that Meichi got his just desserts.
Some of the weaker willed kids felt a chill run up their spines. The goose bumps were rising quickly from the intensity of this…beat down. Ears were covered hard with hands trying to block out all of cruel noises coming from the bottom of the room. Others just stared with twitching, unbelieving eyes. Surely, their teachers were not going to do this to them…were they?
'Defiant to the end, eh?' Katarina smirked. She really enjoyed trouble students like the one she just humiliated. Picking him off the ground from his back, she turned to face the rest of the class. Meichi was still rubbing his eye as if his life depended on it, unconcern about the looks of pity he was receiving from his classmates.
"I'd like to apologize profusely for interrupting your class." Katarina said. She bowed as low as she could, deliberately slamming Meichi to the ground with her bow. She was not done yet with her punishment, as Meichi would soon come to realize. She lifted herself back up, face beaming brightly with that perfect smile. "I do hope that you children learn to the best of your abilities, and I'm looking forward to the day you graduate into full-fledged shinobi." She walked to the exit of the classroom, dragging Meichi's body along with her, before she turned around and faced the class one final time. "Welcome to the Academy!" As silently she came, she left without much fuss, save for the screams of agony from Meichi.
Iruka was rubbing his brow in frustration. This was one of the reasons he was hoping no student would act up. Katarina enjoyed making an example of people in front of others. She firmly believes that instills discipline among the student body. Iruka begged to differ. He felt that instead had a more negative effect on the children. He'd rather not have his kids acclimate into the Academy with fear lurking in their thoughts and actions.
Alas, he was not the Grandmaster. The Grandmaster was second only to the Hokage in terms of power in the Academy. Her rules were followed blindly and without remorse, lest students want to feel the consequences of her actions. Iruka wanted to believe that Katarina was a cruel, cold-hearted woman, but he had also seen her affectionate side. It only meant that she took her job very seriously. Still, the lengths she is willing to go through to ensure tranquility within her halls…Iruka truly questioned them.
Nobody in the class spoke after Katarina left. The display left an impression on them, one that they would remember for the rest of their time in the Academy.
"…Well, It appears that our time is running short." Iruka said, breaking the silence. He needed to pretend that nothing had just happened. It was better for the children to just move on after seeing such violence, and hearing such undesired shrieks. "Unfortunately, we do not have enough time to introduce the rest of us, so we will be continuing this icebreaker tomorrow. For now, enjoy the rest of your classes."
Students in the Academy primarily stayed in the same room for the rest of the day, with exceptions being physical education classes (such as tai- and ninjutsu lessons) and lunch. So Iruka packed up all of his belongings and prepared to head for his next class.
Before he did so, he checked the faces of his students, trying to pick up whether some had been affected by the display. He would need to go and speak with them individually at a later time. Some were as to be expected. But Suzu's face piqued the most interest for Iruka. She sat far away from the rest of her classmates, so no one saw.
But her face was teeming with the greatest elation she had ever felt.
She could not help her own devious grin.
The Academy, Konohagakure no Sato (1234 hours April 1, 8 AK)
Hinata could not guess that today would go in the direction that it did.
She was horrified at the beating that the boy (Meichi, was it?) received by the Grandmaster. It was so…methodical, almost rehearsed. Hinata got the feeling that Eine-sensei was used to humiliating students in front of their classmates.
But her fears, sparked from memories of the "training sessions" she went through with her father, caused Hinata to regress further into herself. Truthfully, Hinata was looking forward to finally making friends with kids her own age (because of her status as heiress-apparent, other children were not allowed to come near her, Branch family children were prohibited from even making eye contact, and Neji was…). Yes, she admitted to being very shy and unable to initiate conversations, but maybe someone would be curious enough to come and talk to her.
All that changed after the demonstration. The atmosphere became heavy with reluctance and hesitation, and kids refused to speak without the permission of their instructors. Some of the instructors were actually grateful for Meichi's punishment (word spread quickly around the Academy), as it made teaching their children drastically easier, given their unequivocal compliance. Hinata herself retreated deeper inside herself, refusing to communicate in class for any given reason, even if she was called upon.
She did not want to get hurt. She already dealt with enough pain as it was in the Compound. To her, this whole organization was completely unfair. She was terrified, and her fears prevented her from getting to know other kids.
So she sat, alone, under the shade of a large oak tree. The afternoon had just begun, and with it lunch break. If there was any condolence to the events that occurred today, it was that her personal maid had prepared her a splendid lunch. Hinata impatiently opened her bentō box, removing the large cinnamon roll that was baked and holding it eagerly in her hands. As a member of high-society, and cultured to the point of illuminating the night, Hinata could not have possibly been salivating at that moment. However, she could not wait any longer to devour cinnamon roll wholeheartedly.
Hinata absolutely loved cinnamon rolls. Along with zenzai, or red bean soup, Hinata relished every moment she had with her favorite foods. Due to the inconvenience of maintaining a warm soup for most of the day, Hinata was instead given daifukumochi, or mochi with red bean paste in the center. When not fearing for her life during class, she spent her thoughts on the lunch she was going to obliterate remorselessly.
A deathly chill crawled up her spine when she was going to bite her roll. Hinata felt like she was being watched (stalked rather) by a fellow confectionery admirer. While, inwardly, she desired the attention that she was receiving from the onlooker, her heavily introverted nature caused her to cower in fear from whatever was gazing at her. She grew too frightened to look up from the ground, holding her cinnamon roll closely to her chest and praying that the person would just stop looking at her already.
After mustering up the courage to look up and find the source of her dread, Hinata painstakingly scanned the area. Most of the kids were playing around at the wide field outside of the Academy or talking to friends while enjoying the lunch their parents packed them. She couldn't help but feel a little envious of those kids. They were able to laugh, play and smile with such lackadaisical ease. They were unaware of the pain that Hinata felt deep inside, the longing for a friend to play with her as well.
While searching for that mysterious person, Hinata met the eyes of Suzu, the red clothed girl from her first class. Suzu quickly averted her gaze and pretended not to have seen anything. Hinata was confused as to why Suzu would even bother looking towards her.
None of the other kids ever bother to pay Hinata any mind. Even if she was the Hyūga heiress. Maybe it was her social status that alienated her from everyone else. Yet, if that were the case, why did everyone spend so much time admiring the Uchiha? All the girls seemed to swoon at the sight of the young boy. Hinata noticed these details. She paid close attention to the happenings of her classmates, in hopes of keeping with the mold and not casting herself out.
She questioned the taste of these girls. Although, she did admire the mature way that the Uchiha handled his growing popularity. He remained focused on the task at hand, never responding to the budding fan girls unless necessity demanded it.
The Uchiha was also really kind to other boys in his class. He sparked a friendly rivalry with the Inuzuka, and was currently conversing with the Akimichi and the Nara during their break. The Uchiha was unquestionably a social butterfly, and it seemed that he was well versed in the Academic subjects at hand. She really wanted to be like the Uchiha: cool, collected, social, goal-oriented, and intelligent. Maybe those traits would make her a better person. But she knew her father would heavily disapprove of her interacting with the Uchiha.
She was well aware of the rivalry between the Uchiha and the Hyūga. Arguments about the better dōjutsu became heated intensely whenever the two clans were mentioned in the same sentence. It was said that the Hyūga and the Uchiha had a long history of contention dating back to the founding of the village. Rumors around the Compound was that the Sharingan, the primary dōjutsu of the Uchiha, had descended from the Byakugan. Even the color of their eyes (ebony eyes for Uchiha and ivory eyes for Hyūga) were in conflict. Her father would not tolerate her finding an Uchiha as her role model.
He would not tolerate it even more so than her befriending that Uzumaki kid or Suzu.
Which brought her thoughts back on Suzu.
Suzu never returned to looking at Hinata, which relieved her greatly and allowed her to continue nibbling on her cinnamon roll. But Hinata found herself staring at Suzu.
Suzu sat in an almost mirrored position near a tree that was several paces away from Hinata's. Unlike Hinata, however, she did not bring her own lunch. She just sat there, staring at the grass below her. Occasionally, sparrows would flock around her, tweeting merrily and in harmony. But other than that, she showed no interest in communicating with anyone her age.
To Hinata, she was exactly like her.
Alone, with no friends to support them.
Hinata found herself wondering why her father would prohibit contact with Fujibayashi Suzu. He told her that she was a "criminal," and referred to her with mean names like "felonious scum." But Suzu did not look like she would harm a fly…would she?
The way she stared at the grass was melancholy. She couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, but Hinata believed that maybe she understood her pain.
Maybe Suzu was not as bad of a person as her father made her out to be. But Hinata was so afraid of speaking to Suzu. She was fearful of the consequences that would await her if she disobeyed her father. As she soon came to know it, the Hyūga had eyes everywhere in the village. They would know in a moment if she had initiated some sort of communication with either her, the Uzumaki, or the Uchiha.
Hinata found herself regretting her upbringing once again. She wondered what life would be like if she was born under Suzu's circumstances. What life would be like if she was clan-less and had no expectations to live up to.
She shook her head. There was no point in regretting unalterable facts like the conditions for her birth. But the more she thought about it, the more curious she became towards Suzu. Soon, her curiosity got the best of her, and she found herself staring with wonder at Suzu (hidden perfectly well behind her tree of course).
She wanted to go up to Suzu, maybe share her daifukumochi and converse a bit. But she was too frightened. She was too shy to initiate something so small. Besides, she was comfortable just watching her from afar. Taking another nibble of her cinnamon roll, she caught a glance of a blond young girl and a pink haired girl walking up to Suzu.
The events that subsequently occurred happened so fast that Hinata did not have time to process it.
There was a horrible scream. That much was clear. She couldn't tell from whom the scream came from, but from Suzu's fragile and broken appearance, Hinata guessed it was from her. The blond was walking closer to her, but Suzu was crawling away pathetically, a sharp contrast from her introduction at the beginning of the day.
All of the kids were now watching the Suzu's pitiful display. She curled up into fetal position, rocking back and forth in unrestrained fear. Hinata simply could not believe what was happening. She had expected Suzu to be much stronger than this, but maybe she really was like her.
A weak little girl who will amount to nothing.
Iruka and Katarina arrived at the field to settle the situation. Meichi was nowhere in sight, which meant that Katarina had left him to his own devices, or he may have been done for the day. As they comforted the traumatized girl, Hinata barely heard the sorrowful whimpers repeated over and over again.
"Please…just please…leave me alone…please don't hurt me…I'll do anything, just don't hurt me please…!"
"…Dhaos…"
Hey Y'all!
Chapter 12 complete. This is going to be a short Author's Note, so let me cut straight to the point. I've finally reached the point in my life where my interests spontaneously shift to something radically different. As a result, I have not been as active in writing as I used to be. Now, that does not mean that I will stop updating. I have several chapters already written for this chapter, so I am good for regular updates for another 3 weeks. But my motivation to write has hit a steep incline.
Hopefully I should get back into the mood of things in the next several days. But don't expect anything.
So I'll be taking a break from writing. I'll update again next week with info on this status of this fan fiction.
Know that its not you guys. It's me. This always happens. I always change interests on the fly.
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-Blackrazgriz 5/6/2014 11:13PM EST
NOTE (5/7/2014 7:50PM EST): Minor edit of the Author's Note.
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