Would you Love me if you Knew What I Was
Chapter Three: RE: Survival Training?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bleach in any way shape or form other than some plot twists and my OC's
A/N: This is the updated version of Chapter three. I think it sounds better...I think... Hopefully this updated version will be alright. I spend two days rewriting this to the way I like it (Mind you, it was not two days straight. Maybe all together it took...five hours? School is killing me
About a week has passed by the time Yumi started working, btw
You would think that nothing bad could happen when a Captain was right across the hall from your room, right? You would think that the worst thing that could happen is some random party being held in the vice-captain barracks. Hell, you would at least expect some sort of alarm system whenever something comes crashing through the wall of your bedroom at about four in the morning.
Unfortunately, Yumi's expectations were completely shot down.
Her right eye twitched as she took stock of the scene before her. A large gaping hole was made through her room and rubble was strewn on the floor. Dust and debris hid themselves in her messy hair as her irritation began to fester. From the wreckage, there was a sudden crack and she jumped. Her hand instantly shot towards the sword next to her futon, ready for whatever came out.
However she was once again displeased with what she saw.
The sound of bells ringing in the air and the sight of a ragged haori both chilled her blood and made it boil. Out came the eleventh division captain: Zaraki Kenpachi.
For reasons unknown, Fukutaicho Kusajishi Yachiru was nowhere to be found.
"Wha…but…I…huh!" Yumi began to babble in a mixture of emotions as her hand practically dropped her sword. She couldn't tell if she should be angry, nervous, or shocked.
Before she could finish her internal debate, another pair of footsteps came closer to her room as the door slid open abruptly.
"What the hell happened!" her white-haired captain came storming in. First, he saw the eleventh division captain with a rather comical expression on his face. Then, he turned towards his still surprised subordinate on the floor. Unconsciously, his eyes drifted down and a deep red color burned his tanned cheeks and he turned around swiftly. Confused, she looked down at herself and turned a decent shade of pink as well. Her white robe got slightly loose during her sleep. Inwardly she cursed at her tendencies to toss and turn during the night.
"H-Hey! You two!" she snapped, pointing her finger at the two male captains in the room as she used her other hand to pull her robes closer to her body. "Out!"
"W—"
"OUT!"
It didn't matter if they were captains or menos grande. If they were in the room for a second longer, furniture would be flung! …or what was left of it.
When the two Shinigami left the room in a rush, Yumi took her uniform and hastily put it on, muttering ominous things along the lines of 'men' and 'death list'…
Meanwhile, the two captains stood side by side in front of the door and stared at each other, silently agreeing on one freshly learned lesson in life: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…
"Hitsugaya-taicho!" Fully dressed in her proper attire, Yumi furiously stomped over to her captain (Who was distracting himself with paperwork). "If I may have a word?"
"Yes, Miyamoto?" he let his brow raise in question.
"Did the eleventh division so kindly explain why their captain broke through the wall?"
"…you may want to sit down for this because I'm going to answer that after this work." He replied and returned his gaze to the sheets of white on his large desk. Yumi crossed her arms and stubbornly remained standing. For extra measure, her foot lightly tapped the floor—an action that she had learned in the past week, ticked him off to no end.
Tap
"…"
Tap
"…"
Tap
"…"
T—
"Will you stop that?" he demanded and glared at her. The brunette grinned and shook her head. The white haired captain placed his brush down in defeat. "Alright, I'll tell you. Kenpachi-Taicho was once again having a practice match with a few of his squad members when the battle somehow found its way here."
"…and straight into my wall."
"Precisely."
Yumi groaned and slumped down in the seat in over exaggerated defeat. "So now where am I supposed to sleep? I am not letting my innocent sleeping face be shown to the male-dominated public!"
"'Innocent'? You wish." he let slip by accident and quickly closed his mouth. How had he let that out? Sure, he was used to such banters with Hinamori but Miyamoto was not her. She would never be her. "Erm…"
"Is that what you think, Taicho?" Yumi drawled on with a sly tone. Even without looking, Hitsugaya could already see the smirk on her face. "Then shall I simply sleep in that same room where any person can snatch me up? I'm pretty sure Kuchiki-Taicho wouldn't like that, ne?"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're manipulative?"
"Did anyone ever tell you that you're too smart for your own good?"
"Is that any way to talk to your superiors?"
"Is this any way to talk to your subordinates?"
"Can—"he groaned and put a hand to his head. "You're impossible…"
"I prefer cunning." Yumi laughed. She wasn't completely stupid or ignorant of what was going on. All she did know was that she was entrusted to the tenth division for the time being. It was strange to say the least, but at least it was a step closer to her goal.
Hitsugaya glared at her once more but also scolded himself. He was simply to protect her and make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. Somehow, this girl was tied to the recent strains of unknown spiritual energy within the currents. How that came to be was a mystery and constantly irked the captain. There wasn't anything special about her. Her spiritual energy was average and her sword skills were about the same. Not to mention her kido abilities were almost non-existent. She couldn't even do a simple flash-step.
Feelings of camaraderie or friendliness were not part of the orders
And yet here he was bantering with her like it was a normal thing
"Hitsugaya-Taicho?" her voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he connected with her now concerned violet orbs. "Are you alright? You zoned out there."
"Yeah, I'm fine." He answered and pointed towards the door. "Anyway, you have work to do. Matsumoto went on one of her little 'escapades' this morning and all her paperwork are in hiding."
"I'm sure they're as scared of you as I am," she rolled her eyes sarcastically and made her way out. "I'll see what I can do!"
The captain watched her back leave and then turned back to his own work.
"Ne, Yumi-chan!" Matsumoto slurred slightly as she knocked on the door of her friend. It was near midnight. "Are you in? It's late!"
No answer
The vice-captain slid the door open. The first things she saw were the large stacks of completed paperwork on the table and a sleeping brunette's head resting on her arm. The brush—blackened with dried ink—rested in her right hand.
"This girl doesn't know how to have fun," she grumbled and grabbed a pillow from the couch. Carefully, she lifted the brunettes head and replaced her arm for the pillow. Yumi moaned in her sleep from the movement but did not wake. The brush was pulled from her lose grip and placed to the side. The strawberry blonde stared at her for a few moments before smiling and walking out.
Almost two hours later, Hitsugaya made a similar visit to her room. Everything had been locked up for the night so he decided to at least walk her back. Besides…there was still the problem of where she would sleep…
Knock Knock
No answer
"Miyamoto? C'mon, time to close up."
Still no answer.
"Miyamoto?" he cautiously opened the door and strained his eyes to see through the dark office. On the desk was the girl in question, sleeping soundly in a position he knew well. Her back was hunched over her desk and her head turned awkwardly on a pillow. In the morning, he knew, she would feel sore and miserable.
"Idiot. At least pass out on the couch or something…" he muttered softly. He carefully went through scenarios.
Leave her and deal with her mood the next morning
Move her and risk waking her up
Wake her up and tell her to go to bed (Where though?)
Keep thinking about what to do and waste precious sleeping hours
Hitsugaya groaned silently and went next to her. He noticed her hair fell upon her shoulders like a veil, hiding her features from the moonlight. Slowly, he moved her shoulder. She didn't stir. Taking a risk, he flicked her head. She winced but stirred no more than that.
'Heavy sleeper?' he thought and carefully pulled her away from the desk so that her back was supported by his arm. He paused for a moment and then continued by hooking his arm beneath her legs. She was light, but that was no surprise to him. They were almost the same height anyway. Carefully, Hitsugaya began carrying her over to the more comfortable couch.
"Mmm…"
He froze, forcing himself to relax his muscles so that she didn't notice how tense he was. The girl in his arms squirmed a bit but then relaxed. Her head then rested itself near the crook of his neck. She took in a deep breath and he had to force the sudden shudder down his spine when she exhaled. With a deep breath of his own, he slowly set her down on the couch. His arm was still beneath her head so he had to carefully pull himself away from the brunette. Yumi shifted once more but it was to once again get into a more comfortable position. Her dark brown hair fell and covered her eyes.
Not of his own volition, his fingers slowly moved the strands back behind her ear. His knuckles brushed against her cheek and he marveled at the difference. Her skin wasn't porcelain white but it contrasted against his tanned hand. Calluses on his fingertips and knuckles would undoubtedly be non-existent on her hands. She wasn't a fighter, he surmised. This girl seemed more of the type to only fight when necessary. Actually, there wasn't a single report on her ever even releasing her zanpakto.
A soft sigh escaped her and she smiled. The girl seemed so at peace. It was almost the opposite of how she normally is—sarcastic, energetic, and 'cunning,' as she puts it.
He didn't know how long he stayed like that, studying the features that were so foreign to him. Hitsugaya caught a slight shiver from her and wondered if she kept a blanket in her office. With a sigh, he figured it would only be a onetime thing and shrugged off the Haori on his back. The white coat, still warm from his body heat, covered her and she instinctively grabbed the edged closer to her like a blanket. The action in of itself was innocent and he had to admit it was cute…
'Gah! What the hell am I thinking? Ugh, must be the stress…'
It wasn't until he felt a yawn come on that he checked the time. It was well past midnight and he scolded himself for losing track of time. Now what? He couldn't leave her here for his bed at home. Seeing the armchair in the room, he shrugged and sat down to get comfortable. As soon as he hit the cushion his eyes got heavy and he wondered how he never noticed how tired he was.
The last thing he saw was the sleeping brunette with a smile on her face.
The last thing he heard was a quiet whisper of, "Thank you."
"Ngh…mmm…?" Yumi groaned and winced at the sunlight pouring through the window of her room. She pulled the blanket over her head and willed herself back to sleep.
Blanket?
Suddenly she shot up and grabbed the familiar scented 'blanket'. A white haori with the familiar ten on it glared at her. Regaining her focus, Yumi studied her surroundings. It looked like her office. What happened last night? She remembered finishing up paperwork…and taking a nap on the desk… So how did she end up on the couch? And with her captain's haori?
A light snore gave her a hint to the obvious answer as she turned towards the armchair. Her white haired captain sat there, sleeping with his arms crossed and in his sleeves as usual. Curious, she got up from the couch and moved closer to the slumbering captain. To anyone else, it looked like some captain just slept on a chair. Nothing special. To Yumi, it was big.
There was no snoring, no drool, or even a weird sleeping position (That she usually found herself in). An almost perfect sleeping habit.
Even though he could be a real pain, Yumi couldn't help but smile. His brow wasn't as furrowed when he slept and his body looked more relaxed too. But she guessed that the slightest mention of danger would make his shoot up.
He was probably the one that moved her to the couch instead of leaving her on the uncomfortable chair that would leave her sore for the next day. Inwardly, she was touched; especially at the fact that he didn't leave her for his own comfortable bed.
After carefully folding his haori, she made her way to the connected kitchen and made two hot cups of tea. When she set them down on her desk, she went back to her slumbering leader and brought her lips to his ear to gently wake him.
"WAKE UP TO-CHIBI!"
His eyes snapped open and he ungracefully jumped out of the chair and face first into the rug. Meanwhile, Yumi herself was on the floor laughing so hard her sides hurt.
When the captain regained his senses, she paled at the fury coming from her captain. Give him a few devil horns, fangs, or his sword and she would be out of there in a heartbeat.
"WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO WAKE ME UP LIKE THAT!"
"Because if you stayed like that, you would a) have a sore neck, b) be in a bad mood (Like now), and c) I would have to do all the paperwork today while you grumble at the fourth division."
"I wouldn't go to the fourth division for something like this, Miyamoto." He grumbled and continued glaring at her.
She shook her head. "No, but I will personally bring her here to force you to get some time off work because you work way too much."
"Compared to the damage reports the eleventh division has to do constantly, this is nothing."
"True…" Yumi smiled and then handed him his tea. "But anyway, thank you for last night. I appreciated it."
"…you're welcome." He said quietly and took a sip of the well needed tea.
"You look weird."
"…excuse me?"
Her eyes widened before she laughed at her own words. "No, I mean… You look strange without your Haori on. This is the first time I've seen you without one actually." She downed her tea and set it down in the sink. "It's not so bad."
"Yeah, well don't get used to it." He set his unfinished tea down and scanned the room. "Where did my haori go, anyway?"
"On the desk. But take a quick break! You probably didn't get much of a good sleep, right?" Yumi winked and began to make her way out. "I'll go pick up the paperwork at the first division today and work on it. I'll wake you if I need help, so take a nap! Children who sleep grow, right?" She ignored his expression of shock and embarrassment and bolted out with that mischievous grin on her face.
Hitsugaya sat, frozen (And somehow still on the floor) while staring at the last place she stood at. After a few seconds, he blinked and sighed in defeat.
'Kami, what did I get myself into?'
Yumi walked through the divisions towards the first. It was a routine that her captain usually did long before she even woke up. Since he slept in, she figured it was the least she could do for him. Technically, Matsumoto should be helping out as well, but…
Soft footsteps coming towards her made her look up and into the steely eyes of Kuchiki Byakuya. She smiled and nodded to him briefly as they passed. He took no notice and continued walking. It wasn't until he felt a light tug on a few strand of hair did he turn slightly to the brunette. All she did was grin cheekily at him. Yes, he was inwardly surprised and annoyed at the fact that this commoner even dared to touch him or joke with him so familiarly. The eleventh division vice-captain would joke with him, yes, but she was on a higher level than Miyamoto and also banned from his household (which failed to even phase her).
The Kuchiki noble continued walking away with that stern look on his face.
"Byakuya-bo! That's no way to treat a lady! And here I am trying to play with you!"
"You annoying cat! Who said I wanted to play with you?"
"I worry for the future of the Kuchiki clan if a girl can steal your hair tie by playing!"
He felt the wind pass and he had to admit. That girl made him feel a bit nostalgic. As he continued to walk, he closed his eyes and almost…almost! Gave a faint, irritated smile.
After her quick trip to the first division, she figured she had a bit of time to train (She had opted for finishing paperwork outside today since it was nice). She had been putting it off for a while now. She went to her secret training area, a cherry blossom forest by the second division.
Her sword hissed as it was drawn from its sheath, as if in greeting. Yumi smiled and fixed her grip on the hilt. She didn't really remember much from the Shinigami academy, but for some odd reason her body reacted on its own. Unohana-Taicho called it 'muscle memory', a phenomenon that happens when the mind can't remember but the body does it instinctively.
She sat down on the cool grass and rested the sword across her lap in meditation. The brunette closed her eyes and allowed her mind's eye to create enemies around her. They usually took the form of shadowy humanoid figures. Some would be so strange though. More than once, she saw ones with animal features (Such as ears or tails of beasts). More than once, the battle field would be an empty plain and blood red sky.
Four figures stepped forward, bearing white masks with intricate designs on them. They weren't hollows, she knew that much. One mask was that of a wolf. Another a raven. The other two were blurred, but she could make out something like a kitsune on one of them.
Her zanpakto rang out, ready to cut down imaginary enemies once more. Yumi was glad her sword wasn't one that lusted on blood like the eleventh division. The one of a wolf sprang forward with a sword of their own. She locked blades with him and grunted at the force he gave. The raven followed in behind her, carrying a long scythe with them. Yumi pushed the wolf back and frantically side-stepped, tripping in the process. The two of them stepped closer to her slowly, as if assessing how they would kill her. Yumi scrambled back up but the fox figure grabbed her by the hair and shoved her back down. The cold steel of their blade pressed against her neck lightly and she swallowed.
Behind the mask, a female voice spoke out. It was quiet and yet strong at the same time. It was merciless yet pitying.
"You are…"
"Yu…um…! ...ak…up!" her eyes shut tighter and they snapped open when a hand touched her shoulder, shattering the illusion. "Yumi, wake up!"
"Huh?"
"Are you okay?" it was Matsumoto who found her. Yumi smiled a little, still recovering from her meditation. That…was different than the other times she meditated for practice…
"Yeah, I'm alright. I'm sorry; I might have gone too far in meditating."
"You were meditating? Oh, sorry!" Matsumoto frowned. Yumi shook her head and sheathed her sword. "But why were you training alone?"
"S'okay! I just haven't meditated in a while. Plus, I don't really have anyone to practice with… Taicho won't let me train with Renj for a while. Plus, it calms me down quite a bit."
"Oh, well that's good I guess!" the strawberry blonde grinned. Yumi eyed the bag she held and raised a brow. "Don't tell me…sake?"
"Yes! Kenpachi-Taicho apparently got a few orders from the first division to schedule something for most of the divisions. It's gonna be big, so I want to get a bit more information!"
"So…you're gonna get him drunk…to spill information." She said it matter-of-factly. Matsumoto could only smile.
"Come with us! It'll be fun! Besides, there's no real drinking age for Shinigami!"
Yumi sighed. Might as well for a little while. "Alright, I will… But only for a little while okay? And I am not drinking!"
"Whatever you say, Yumi-chan!"
Laughter escaped the thin walls of the eleventh division. Inside its doors (Other than the squad members), was Renji, Matsumoto, and a few new faces for Yumi.
Hisagi was a member of the ninth division under Tosen-Taicho. Actually, he was a vice-captain (A famous one at that!)
Izuru was also a vice-captain under Ichimaru Gin (Whoever that was). He seemed like a nice enough guy. A little solemn but if you had a problem you could talk to him.
Ikkaku and Yumichika were both member of the eleventh division. They weren't vice-captains but they were still scary on the battlefield. At least that's what she thought before she met them. Ikkaku was actually a funny guy while Yumichika was a little…strange but an okay guy to hang out with.
From the laughing, Yumi felt a little parched. Sensing her predicament, Matsumoto handed her a cup of water. The brunette thanked her and downed the beverage. She was so satisfied that she didn't notice the weird warmth in her gut nor the small smile on the strawberry blondes lips.
Strangely enough, she was still thirsty. Matsumoto gave her another cup and she slowly drank. Yumi felt more warmth on her cheeks and a giddy feeling.
"Rangiku-chan…what did you give me?"
"Just some water and a bit of sake to help loosen you up. You were so tense before! You're starting to turn into Taicho!"
"Sake?" her violet eyes widened momentarily. "R-Rangiku-chan I can't… I—"She hiccupped already and mentally panicked. The last time she was given a spiked drink…well…she wasn't allowed near anything pointy for a while…
"What the hell is this?" Hitsugaya asked himself as he took in the damage. Sprawled on the floor were the 'missing squad members', two of them being his own. Hisagi and Izuru were nearly naked. Ikkaku and Renji were against the wall passed out. Looks like Yumichika left a while ago…
Suddenly Matsumoto jolted awake and gasped. "Oh god!"
"What happened?"
"I had a dream where I was trapped in a room with paperwork!" she sighed in relief after. "Thank god it was a dream!"
His veins popped out in anger. "It won't be a dream in a second. Now, where's Miyamoto?"
"Here~!" a sing-song voice came from the nearby couch, although it sounded a little muffled. Her face was in a pillow and Hitsugaya pulled it away. "Ow!"
"You'll suffocate if you do that, idiot."
"I'm not an idioooot!"
"Your speech is not convincing."
"Yeah? Well you're not convincing!"she retorted childishly and sat up to stick her tongue out at him. He sighed in frustration.
"Miyamoto that hardly makes sense."
"You don't make sense!"
"Stop being childish."
"Stop bein' short, To-chibi!" she pouted as Matsumoto and the semi-conscious Hisagi and Izuru gaped. The room went silent for a bit before Hitsugaya went up to her and suddenly slung her over his shoulder.
"H-Hey!" she yelped, now a bit more sober than before. "L-Let me down! I hate heights!"
"Even better. Matsumoto, I expect you to be working bright and early tomorrow…or else I'll freeze all the sake in soul society for a month."
"Aw, Taicho~," she whined but he left before she could say anything else.
Once they were outside in the now cool night air (jeez, how long was she in there?), he set her down. She stood uncertainly but looked at him with a question in her eyes.
"What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? I should be asking you." He said crossing his arms. "Why are you drunk? You hardly seem like the type to do so."
"I'm not drunk!" she argued but he noticed her words were ever so slightly slurred. Her cheeks were also a faint shade of pink. He got closer and smelled her breath, not noticing her pink cheeks get darker.
"Your breath smells like alcohol and you tell me you're not drunk? Alright, I believe you," Hitsugaya spoke sarcastically and began walking a few steps away. "Alright then. Walk to me in a straight line."
"I don't have to!"
"Yes you do, or else."
"Or else what?"
"I'll make you do my paperwork and Matsumoto's for a week."
Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare…"
"Wouldn't I?"
"Fine!" she took a slow step forward. Feeling a bit more confident, she took a few more. Yumi didn't notice that although it felt straight, she was slightly swaying to the side. Hitsugaya sighed and told her to stop. He walked over to her and knelt down, pointing to his back.
"Get on."
"No! You are not carrying me like that! It's embarrassing!"
"Would you rather walk back in this 'male-dominated' area alone, get slung over my shoulder like a rag-doll, or get a ride on my back. Either way I could care less."
"Meany…" she frowned. It was silent and he almost got back up when he felt arm arms wrap around his neck. Carefully, he hooked his arms around her legs and stood up.
"You were stupid enough to drink without a back-up plan. You're lucky it was them you were with or something could have happened to you. Idiot." He grumbled and she frowned.
"Not my fault she spiked my drink…"
"It was your fault you went and expected her not to," he answered back.
"Way to make me feel…better…" she started out sarcastically. A yawn escaped her and her eyelids began to feel heavy. Her blurred senses made her forget it was her captain carrying her as she snuggled into the warmth of his back. The familiar scent of his haori lulled her even further. "So warm…"
"O-Oi! Don't you dare fall asleep, Miyamoto!"
When he was given no sarcastic answer, he rolled his eyes and sighed for the millionth time. He wouldn't admit to the bright red glow of his cheeks—no he wouldn't. Why did he have to get stuck with this brat?
They made it back to his place in one piece. He made his way to her room but remembered that it was still in shambles. Groaning, he went to his own room and laid her on the bed. Knowing she was a deep sleeper, he didn't have to worry much about staying very quiet. He pulled an extra futon out and laid it out away from where she slept.
This would take some getting used to.
"UWAH!"
"…hangover?"
Hitsugaya blinked at the girl who had just randomly shot up in bed with a shout and then began moaning and clutching her head.
"Ugh…lucky bastard…" she hissed.
"Ah, so you dare call your captain a bastard now, huh?"
"Be lucky I don't say anything else… What happened last night?"
The captain handed her a glass of water (Which she accepted gratefully) and sat down on the futon next to hers. "You got drunk at the eleventh division."
"Crap…What exactly happened?"
"How should I know? When I got there everyone was either passed out or…" he shuddered at the memory of Izuru and Hisagi nearly nude. "Anyway, Kenpachi-Taicho is having a meeting for the divisions."
"When?"
"In an hour."
Yumi's eyes widened and she bolted into the bathroom; his bathroom. "CRAP I GOTTA SHOWER!"
Hitsugaya couldn't help but chuckle.
"Alright, now seeing as the higher ups say we have a problem with training, I gotta deal with it." Kenpachi began. Everyone was gathered in a large meeting room. "So we have a little test. If you get lucky, you'll get a captain or vice-captain. If you get me, hell you better not slow me down!"
Someone in the crowd complained. "What kind of test?"
At this, a feral smirk appeared on the captain's face. "A survival test. Now, everyone get a number! And hurry up!"
After a long line, Yumi managed to get a piece of paper with the number 12 on it. "I don't get it…"
"Now, find someone with a flipped number. They'll be almost a pull to the person with the number. Kinda like a magnet!" Yumi's eyes widened in realization. Jeez, for this process they had to make it that complicated? People around her groaned in frustration and confusion and she sighed.
"Look, just find someone with a flipped number. Like, if I had 12, then I gotta find someone with 21, got it?" people around her slowly nodded and she looked around herself. "I wonder who has 21?"
"That would be me," said a low male voice. Yumi turned around and her eyes widened in shock.
"You're…"
Omake Theatre (Same)
Hitsugaya: What kind of cliff hanger is this?
Yumi: ...Should I be scared? -shudders- And why are you so happy, Mana-chan!
Mana: kukuku. I think you should look in your scripts for the next couple one's and you'll see why i'm so happy.
Hitsugaya: -takes script book- Well, Miyamoto. it can't be that ba-...-drops the book-
Yumi: -picks it back up and flips to the page- Hm? What's wro- Oh my god...
Mana: Yep!
Yumi: You put a fricken'-
Mana: -clamps Yumi's mouth shut with ducktape- nu uh! no spoiling!
Hitsugaya: ...Sit Upon the Frosted Heavens, Hyourinmaru!
Mana: KYAAA! I forgot Shiro-chan! -runs for dear life-
Hitsugaya: It's Hitsugaya-Taicho!
Mana: -turns back to readers- Oh, before I'm frozen to death, review, alright? Okay, i'm off! Where was I again? Oh yeah! GAHHHH
