Light: Who are you?
TCLA: What are you talking about? You were just here last chapter.
Light: …I don't remember that.
TCLA: I see…do shinigami like apples?
Light: What does that even mean?
TCLA: AWWWWW! It's Innocent!Light. Hooray! Oh and I don't own Death Note. But now I own a Kira dart board courtesy of Cutebutdeadlyalchemist.
Light: You have a Kira dartboard.
TCLA: Yep. There are now lots of holes in it. XD
Chapter 22 Tempation
I was warm and surrounded by something soft; much softer than my bed at home. This should probably worry me, but I was far too drowsy to care and something told me I was safe. In truth, I wouldn't mind sleeping for another hour or two, but curiosity was getting the better of me. Blearily I opened my eyes only to find a dark pair meeting mine. The air whooshed out of my lungs soundlessly. The eyes pulled back, letting me take in the person the belonged to.
"Ryuzaki?" I whispered. Right, I had spent the night at the hotel. I sat up rubbing my eyes, trying to erase the sleep from them.
"Hm?" he responded still on the bed. For someone who had been reluctant to be in this situation before, he sure was comfortable now.
"Not that I minded, by why exactly were you so close to me?" I asked the yawn at the end helping with my nonchalant tone.
"I was curious as to what your eyes looked like when you first awaken." I blinked my face blank with surprise before a small smile tugged at my lips. I shook my head to myself and pressed a palm to my mouth to stop from laughing. He tilted his head, unsure why I found this funny.
"Ryuzaki, next time I'm mad at you, I'm sure if you say something like that, I'll immediately forgive you." He smiled in response to that, but decided to mimic me by pressing his thumb to his lips to hide it.
"I see." I raised my arms above my head and stretched, wincing when I heard something pop. I glanced around the room searching for a clock. Finding none, I asked,
"What time is it anyway?" L tugged a phone from his pocket and looked at it briefly.
"Six thirty-six." I nodded. The police force didn't come in until eight thirty, but I wouldn't put it past my father to come in a bit earlier. That was not going to be a fun conversation. A shower might be in order to brace myself for that…
"I suppose you would like a shower?" L asked. How did know exactly what I was thinking?
"Yeah actually…" he nodded and reached to the side of the bed for something on the floor. He came up with a bag and handed towards me. I accepted it, peering inside to see clothes inside. "What is it with you and buying me clothes?" I questioned thinking of the pajamas he had bought me, and embarrassingly had worn every night since, excluding last night. He truly smiled this time, letting his thumb drop.
"I believe you have only yourself to blame for that. Perhaps if you did not continuously feel the need to spend the night in my company then I would not have the need to provide you with such things," he remarked.
"You're impossible."
"I believe that would be the pot calling the kettle black."
"Touché," I answered dryly, untangling myself from the bed. "Well I am going to take you up on that offer to shower.
"Of course." He took this as he cue to leave, but I caught his wrist. When he turned to face me, I briefly kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks for staying with me."
"It was no trouble." I shrugged. Like it mattered to me. He still had stayed instead of working. My shrug communicated all this to him. He nodded once, and then left softly shutting the door behind him.
Now to shower, though it would be probably safer not to. If I showered and changed, it would appear I was trying to hide…another event that could have occurred. But didn't. I considered that, but I was going to go to university today and I would rather be in different clothes than yesterday and be on time then either go in yesterday's clothes or be late so I could change. So I would shower and make sure to be especially patient to Dad today. Fun.
I entered the suite's bathroom trying not to gape at the extravagance. Though I did catch a glance at myself in the mirror. I smirked at my ruffled wrinkled appearance. And I had thought a shower would have made myself look suspicious. Light would be having a heart attack if he saw. Yeah, a heart attack. I should probably stop using that expression.
I quickly stripped and got into the shower ignoring the more luxurious bathtub. I turned the knobs, noticing that unlike lower class hotel rooms this shower was easy to operate and did not soak the occupant with either frigid or boiling water. I reached for the shampoo and broke the seal by unscrewing the cap; it had been unused. Of course it had.
I scrubbed my hair violently wanting to finish as fast as possible. Upon grabbing the soap though, I noticed a bruise against the tan skin of my wrist. I examined it closer. It was a mottled purple and encircled my entire wrist. I cautiously pressed against it and bit back a whimper. Where the hell had I gotten that?
Oh, right. Last night when Light had stopped me from leaving. But it hadn't hurt at the time, or at least my adrenaline helped me ignore it. Hopefully, whatever L had Watari purchase for me had long sleeves. Deciding that I was clean enough, I rinsed and turned off the water.
I stepped out, wrapping a towel around myself. I frowned. My wrist looked even worse under the bright lights and away from the steam. Please let there be a long-sleeved shirt…I ruffled through the bag. Success! I emptied the bag of its contents revealing a red sweater and jeans, along with socks and embarrassingly enough…a package of underwear. I felt my face flush, matching the red hue of the sweater. Thank God there wasn't a bra. That would have been mortifying. Especially considering Watari would have had to think about my size… I shuddered. Moving on from that subject.
I quickly towel dried my hair and pulled on the clothes. Good, my bruise was covered. I looked in the mirror, and was pleasantly surprised. I looked better than I had in months. The bags under my eyes were far less pronounced, though they may have appeared less obvious to me because I was constantly seeing L's. My hair was curling ever so slightly, the result of still being damp; my hair had no texture when dry. Both my brown hair and eyes had an almost red tint, brought out by the sweater.
I actually looked like I was related to Light. Relatives and strangers always went on about how we looked almost identical, but I had always dismissed it as common courtesy. Sure we had similar features, but I didn't posses Light's effortless and sophisticated way of carrying them. At least, not normally.
I resisted the urge to preen in front of the mirror, instead deciding to find L. I crept back into the bedroom, especially quiet in just my socks. I spotted my shoes on the ground and picked them up, but opted out of putting them on. I wanted to surprise L. Or to be more precise, see if he would attempt to kick me again with, what was it called? Right, capoeira.
I slipped out of the bedroom, not bothering to shut the door behind me, it would only make noise. L was sitting on the couch, his mop of hair sticking wildly over the back. I smiled when a plume of steam rose above the couch as well. He was drinking tea or coffee; probably coffee. I tiptoed behind him deciding to cover his eyes. I reached around about to place my hands to block his vision when…
"Hello, Rei." I stumbled in surprise, my shoes making a dull thud against the carpet as they fell from where I had stowed them under my arms. So much for surprising him. Sighing loudly, I gathered my shoes again and walked around the couch to sit next to him, slipping my shoes on in the process.
"How did you know I was coming?" I asked with a bit of a pout. His lip twitched at my tone and he seized the bowl of sugar cubes, dropping a fair amount into his cup.
"I had thought you would have attempted to catch me unaware after the last display. Besides I could smell the hotel's shampoo." L wrinkled his nose in distaste. "I have never understood what compelled people to want to smell like flowers." I laughed under my breath.
"I don't know, maybe because they smell good?" I sarcastically replied. L rolled his eyes.
"That I understand. What I fail to grasp is in regards to why they must make the fragrance so strong. It's overpowering and tainted by the chemicals used in the production of the shampoo." We had the most inane conversations sometimes.
"Would it bother you if it smelled like sugar or strawberries?" He considered this.
"Perhaps not," he admitted. Deciding to end this particular topic there, I perused the plethora of food laid out on the table. Various breakfast foods wee present as well as several that most people would not consider breakfast food, including chocolate cake and pocky. I smirked when I saw a bowl of fruit that appeared untouched, L only ate fruit when it was used as a garnish excluding strawberries, and plucked a bright red apple from among the fruit.
I brushed my fingers over the glossy fruit and brought it to my lips, biting into the soft flesh. L watched me, his head tilted and knowing on his thumb; a question obviously on his mind. I ignored him, knowing he would broach the subject when ready. I swallowed my bite of the apple and was about to take another when L stopped me, lightly grasping my wrist. Luckily, it was not the wrist Light had bruised. He tugged the fruit from my grasp and brought it close to his face. He turned it in his hands, peering at it from all angles. After a few minutes of scrutinizing it, he handed it back to me, a question on his lips.
"What condemned the apple as the fruit from the tree of knowledge?" he asked softly. He almost seemed to be speaking to himself.
"You mean the tree in the garden of Eden?" I responded. We both knew he had meant that, but I still felt the need to clarify. He nodded. "I'm not sure. Over time it just came to represent it. Though if you think about it, it is a rather strange choice. To be more accurate you would think it would have been a fruit more common in the Middle East. But if you look at it from a religious perspective you would also have to consider that because it was a paradise that God created, apples may have been in the garden," I mused. "Why?"
"I was questioning why Kira chose shinigami to be particularly fond of apples. It may have been a simple coincidence, or it could have been alluding that Kira was the shinigami who had partaken in the forbidden fruit, granting him the power to become a god."
"That's true. It also hints that Kira has been tempted by evil and believe he had chosen the proper path by giving in to that temptation." I smiled softly. "I sincerely doubt that Kira would be fond of being described as Eve." L nodded distantly, his eyes still far away.
"That does worry me slightly. For in this situation, if Light was Kira and therefore Eve, wouldn't Rei be Adam?" I blinked.
"Wouldn't that require Light and I to be married to accurately portray the roles? Intermarriage within the same family is generally frowned upon Ryuzaki," I retorted tersely.
"Not necessarily," L argued. I felt myself frown. Why was L continuing with this subject? "The Bible states that Eve came from Adam, when the same could be said of twins." I tensed.
"The Old Testament states that Eve was made from one of Adam's ribs and only identical twins could be said to come from each other."
"It is still worrying," L pressed on. I felt hints of anger beginning to show on face. He said he trusts me and I said I trust him. I need to hear him out before making another mistake. "It suggests that Light shall attempt to bring you around to the idea that his cause is noble." I balled up my fists.
"Do you honestly think I would ever believe that Kira was justice?" I asked through gritted teeth. L didn't flinch away from my anger.
"No," he answered slowly. "I do not believe that you would follow Kira." He paused trying to phrase it correctly. "However I do believe that you would follow Light," he explained softly.
All of my fury slipped away at that. I felt my heart sink. He was right. I would never follow Kira, but Light…Light was another matter in entirety. I wanted to believe him desperately. I could almost imagine the web of lies he would be able to weave. The maze destined to brainwash me. I would go willingly. Into the labyrinth. Convinced the path he had created would lead me out safely.
"You're right," I replied with defeat. "I would." I twisted my hands. "He would find the perfect trap for me and I would believe him." L's hands covered my own in an attempt to soothe me.
"The fact that you are aware of this means it will be much harder for him to deceive you." I let out a bitter laugh.
"That's what you think." He looked at me with a hard stare.
"Rei, would you ever willingly betray me? Even to follow Light, would your loyalty to this case and me be swayed?"
"No," I answered. "I don't think it would."
"There is your safeguard. It pulls you in two, but keeps you centered." I nodded.
"Thank you."
"It is not something you should be thanking me for. I am sure you would have come to the conclusion yourself eventually." I grinned.
"But then we would have missed out on this wonderful discussion in regards to the truth of the Old Testament," I teased.
"I am still surprised by your thorough knowledge of it," L answered, playing with his food again; a large piece of chocolate cake. I shrugged.
"We had to read from it in English class a lot. The old language was supposed to make the modern version seem much easier to learn by comparison."
"I see," L said around a mouthful of cake. I rolled my eyes, also choosing to finish my breakfast. It was only a matter of time before Dad arrived, most likely with Light in tow.
"Thanks for the clothes by the way," I said after a bite of my apple, only slightly mocking L. If he noticed he didn't seem to care.
"It was no trouble." I rolled my eyes.
"You could always say, 'You're welcome.'" His brow furrowed.
"I believe the two have the same meaning," he said balancing a large bite of cake on his fork.
"In essence they do, but 'It was no trouble' sounds conceited coming from you. You say it a bit condescendingly. 'You're welcome' would sound more sincere," I explained.
"When will I ever feel the need to express that feeling to someone besides yourself or Watari who will clearly understand I am not belittling the either of you?"
"You never know. Besides, Matsuda is pretty fond of saying thank you. If you said you're welcome he would probably hug you in gratitude." L made a face.
"Despite how comfortable you are with Matsuda, I would rather not be hugged by the man." I smiled.
"Sure you wouldn't." He frowned.
"Rei," he chided. "I would not."
"Just keep telling yourself that Ryuzaki," I said in a singsong voice. Deciding to ignore me, he got back onto our original topic.
"But you do find the clothes to your liking?" L asked.
"Yeah, especially the sweater. Why?"
"I picked it out." I nearly chocked.
"You did?" I gasped out. L paused.
"Well, not pick out per say. I only suggested Watari get something red." I laughed at his sheepish tone.
"Nice," I said still laughing. He responded with his panda smile and I felt my breath catch in my throat. "Stop looking cute," I ordered. He tilted his head, disobeying my orders.
"Mm, why?"
"Because Dad and/or Light is going to be burst into this room at any second and I would rather face them without having my lips red from kissing you." L's smile widened.
"Rei would like to kiss me?" he asked far too innocently. Crap. I scooted towards the other end of the couch and his gaze turned slightly predatory. If I were a cartoon character, I would be holding a sign saying "Gulp." Seeing my retreat he started towards me in some mix of a crouch and crawl.
"Ryuzaki…" I said warningly, the stern tone ruined by the slight quaver in my voice. "Ryuzaki…?" I squeaked out. He chuckled under his breath as his face drew closer to mine. His lips were mere centimeters away when a loud knock sounded at the door. L cursed under his breath in what sounded like English, though I didn't catch the word. Taking advantage of the distraction, I wriggled away, falling on my butt in the process.
Watari entered the room upon hearing the knocking, thankfully ignoring L and me. I scrabbled to my feet and sat opposite of L. I reached across the table and seized the apple I had been eating and took a bite trying to wipe away any expression that occurred from the situation of a few moments ago. L's face was already a blank, most likely angry at the interruption.
Watari opened the door and I braced myself for the hell coming my way. With the door opened, both Dad and Light stormed in looking incensed. Shit. Upon seeing me, the stormed over to the couch and stood on either side of me, flanking me. They both glared at L, who gazed back undisturbed by the obvious hostility.
"Um, hi," I started to say, but was silenced when they turned their glares on me simultaneously. I shrank away in a futile attempt to make myself a smaller target. Not that I believed that either one of them would hit me, but after seeing the bruise on my wrist, I wasn't so sure about Light. I had never seen him truly angry before.
"I will speak to you later," Dad spit out and I winced, "but for now I will have to settle for Ryuzaki." I nodded weakly. He whirled back towards L and I pitied the lecture he was going to get.
"Ryuzaki, do you have any idea what proper conduct between employees and their superiors is? Let alone between young girls and older men?" Dad questioned, just warming up.
"Yes actually," L replied emotionlessly only serving to further anger Dad.
"Than you should be aware that what transpired last night was hardly appropriate." L reached forwards for his tea, stirring in some sugar and sipping before answering.
"In actuality Yagami-san, last night was not out of the boundaries society deems acceptable. In fact as far as the employee superior relationship goes, Rei acted as she should. She had information she felt was crucial and unsafe to say over the phone, and found that coming in person was the most logical course of action." Actually, I didn't have Watari's phone number and I had never been giving the belt bestowed upon the other investigators or any kind of substitute. Watari probably assumed I wouldn't have been in the field at all.
"And in accordance to the relationship between young girls and older men," L continued, "I believed that you would have preferred Rei to remain at the hotel rather than have some tragedy befall her on her journey home. Even if Watari had personally escorted her there could be no telling what could happen. Watari could have been overpowered and Rei's safety would have been compromised," L said coolly. "Besides, Watari acted as a chaperone preventing the interaction that is worrying you." Dad's face went red at this, and not from anger.
"I-it's still not acceptable behavior!" Dad bellowed, though he was quickly losing steam.
"I understand Yagami-san. Though I do believe Light and Watari should have informed you of Rei's whereabouts last night." Dad said nothing. "Perhaps Rei and I should exchange phone numbers in order to prevent future occurrences of this nature?" L suggested. He was….amazing. He had somehow gotten away from the topic of him taking advantage from me to saying he should have my number.
"Fine," Dad answered curtly, angered that L had made his fury seem uncalled for. Light on the other hand was still steaming and looked like he wanted to take my phone from me and crush it as I handed it to L. I took L's in exchange and quickly hit entered my own number, aware of Light's glaring. We exchanged phones again and I noted the smug air radiating off L. Light was so going to kill me.
"We should leave if we want to be on time, Rei," Light asked, his voice hiding the tension obvious in his body.
"Right, but I don't have my b-" I began.
"I have it," Light answered smoothly, holding up my bag. I bit my lip.
"I also need my jacket," I pointed out. Light scanned the room, seeing it abandoned on the floor, his expression soured, but he scooped it up and handed it to me.
"Anything else?" he mocked, knowing I was stalling.
"Ah, no…" Light sent me an expression that clearly said, "I thought not."
"Good bye Rei. I hope your day will be pleasant," L said as a direct jab to Light.
"You too, Ryuzaki," I answered.
"And that is also directed to you Light," L added, trying to further agitate Light. Light's responding smile was flawless.
"I'm sure it will be Ryuzaki." Translation: Oh yes, my day should be wonderful. I'll be dismembering my sister and disposing of the body in an abandoned warehouse. I shuddered. "Let's go Rei," he said turning that smile upon me, his hand reaching for my hurt wrist. I almost whimpered when his grip tightened, forming a manacle around my wrist. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled me along behind him.
His aura of pleasantries disappeared the moment the door shut behind us. Now he was practically frigid. He said nothing during the trip to the ground floor and I was perfectly happy not to say anything in a desperate hope he wouldn't broach the subject in public.
That hope died though, when I was dragged to an alley on one side of the hotel. He was facing away from me as he pulled me deeper into the shadows. I slowly felt myself start to hyperventilate. I had never seen Light truly angry before, as I had already mentioned. But I had a feeling this was going to be the closest I was ever going to get. He stopped suddenly, though his grip didn't loosen at all. If anything it grew tighter, irritating the already throbbing skin.
"What the hell were you doing?" he asked blankly. I flinched, instinctively pulling away from him. Keeping a hold on my wrist he dragged me around him and into the wall of the alley, air knocked out of my lungs. Black dots danced across my vision form the impact and I gasped heavily trying to get air. "I asked, what the hell were you doing?"
"Nothing!" I blurted out already knowing it was the wrong answer. His eyes narrowed dangerously and I tried not to recoil unsure of how violent Light would become. He seemed to notice my fear and released me. I sagged against the wall, rubbing at my wrist.
"You expect me to believe that nothing happened between you and Ryuzaki last night?" Light questioned anger creeping into his tone. I thought of the breathless kisses and touches last night.
"Yes," I said firmly, hoping he wouldn't detect the lie. Light considered this and all the agitation seemed to flee form his body. He looked much softer, less threatening. Except for his eyes. His eyes still held that cool fury.
"I believe you," he finally said. "But you have to understand what that would look like to everyone on the task force." Immediately my guard went up. It was this Light who I found hardest to resist, but he was also the easiest to detect lies from.
"And how would it look Light?" I asked, feeling safe enough to use sarcasm. Light looked me in the eye.
"Like you had slept with Ryuzaki to gain your position on the task force." If he had slapped me in the face I wouldn't have been more shocked. "Your position in itself is questionable enough. You're a young woman with little experience." I felt my fists ball up and I saw red.
"You filthy hypocrite," I hissed out. He blinked in surprise. He had probably thought I would have become docile and embarrassed, not furious. "After all the girls you've dated, simultaneously, I might add, and I'm the one being accused of whoring myself out?" Light's mouth dropped open. It appeared Light had never seen me truly angry either. And just like him, I was only getting warmed up. "You bastard! Do you honestly believe that I would do that? Do you believe that Ryuzaki would even let me do that?"
Light's silence and expression was enough of a confirmation. It was at that moment how I understood how murder was conceivable. No not murder, but the driving someone to complete ruin. Love and hate all twisted together funneling into a violent and destructive relationship. Maybe Shakespeare knew what he was talking about.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Fuck you, Light." Light's eyes widened even further at the curse. I turned on my heel about to leave.
"Rei! Stop!" He clutched at my wrist again and I ripped away from his grip, a cry of pain tore free from my mouth.
"Let go!" I nearly screamed.
"Rei, what happened?" I could only hear concern in his tone. Tears pooled at the corner of my eyes.
"I said let go," my voice dropped down to a whisper. He ignored me, rolling back my sleeve. He didn't gasp. If anything he grew eerily calm.
"Who did this to you he asked," his voice devoid of emotion. I said nothing. "Who did this to you?" he repeated.
"And what would you do to the person who did it?" I asked sarcasm entering my tone again.
"It was Ryuzaki wasn't it?" I said nothing. "I'm going to kill him." At this I looked up.
"Ryuzaki had nothing to do with this," I said firmly.
"You don't have to protect him. The bastard probably raped you too."
"Ryuzaki did not rape me!" I almost yelled. Light's far off gaze met mine.
"Did he tell you he loved you? Because it's a lie, Rei. That machine is incapable of loving anything."
"Do really want to know who did it?" I asked hysterically. "Do you really want to point fingers?" Light said nothing. "Fine then. Let's point fingers," I continued. "You really want to know?" Finally Light nodded. I sent him a beatific smile that caused him to stagger back. With a deliberate slowness I raised my hand and pointed to him. "You."
"I didn't," Light answered immediately, though I could see him searching for any time he could have caused the injury. A sharp intake on his part told me he had found it. "But it wasn't intentional," he argued. I snorted mirthlessly.
"Right. Like you didn't just slam me into a wall or drag me away from the hotel room in order to accuse me of something I didn't do." I shook my head at him. "I'm leaving."
"Rei, you can't."
"Why?" I retorted. "Because God forbid I might actually be able to think without you influencing or manipulating me at every step? I'm not stupid Light; I know what you've been doing. We both do, Ryuzaki and I." Before he could say anything else. Before he could poison or twist, I ran. I ran away.
Unlike last night, I wasn't aware of being unable to breathe or pain in my side. I was simply running as effortlessly as I ever had before. Perhaps running didn't do it justice. I was fleeing. Covering my ears as I escaped the sirens.
When I finally stopped, I collapsed on a bench. My heart pounding in my ears. Slowly other sensations made themselves known. My lungs were on fire. Or were they being ripped in two? No…those were the sobs escaping me. I was sobbing? So those were tears I felt sliding down my cheeks. I was strangely distant as I cried myself out.
When the sobs subsided to a manageable level, I suppressed them and sat up, examining my surroundings. I was in some sort of park. Luckily, no one was in my vicinity and didn't see me break down. I wiped away the tear stains from my cheek and considered my options.
University…or work. I was not going back to university. I had all my classes with Light and right now, I didn't feel like forgiving him. Forgiveness was inevitable of course, but I wanted to see how long I could manage to keep myself away under the pretense of being angry. And work…I did not want to explain my disheveled state to L and the others.
So what was I to do? I sighed softly and shivered. I tugged my jacket on in response to the cold, surprised I hadn't dropped it in my mad dash for freedom, and shoved my hands into my pockets. My right hand brushed something. Frowning softly, I pulled it out.
It was a phone number. Misa Amane's phone number. The second Kira's phone number. I smirked to myself. Maybe I could get some work done today. I pulled out the phone and dialed the number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Misa, it's Rei."
~Author's Note~
Wow. This chapter turned out to be a lot more angsty than I intended. But then again, most chapters don't usually turn out how I would like. For example, this chapter was also supposed to cover the outing with Misa, but somehow the conversation about the apple and Light's rape accusation wound up in there. Yeah. Those just came out as I typed. Weird.
I kinda love this chapter. Mainly because it shows both Rei and Light at their most vulnerable. It's probably out of character for Light to be struck without any sort of a comeback, but I figure him learning that he had lacked the self control not to hurt Rei was pretty upsetting for him. Especially because Light values control above all else. Except his life.
I love writing poison…bet you can imagine what a story with B would be like. So much glorious blood and poison.
So anyway, my friends were completely wonderful and awesome. And my other good friend on here that I mentioned in my disclaimer, Cutebutdeadlyalchemist, did indeed make me Kira dartboard. I love it. Light has several holes in his face. It's wonderful and glorious and I shall love it until it is little shreds of Styrofoam from overuse.
Oh yeah, and my updating schedule may be a bit weird this and next week. Because I have winter break, I'll obviously be able to write more. I'm hoping to get a couple more chapters out because I want to finish this story before my muse suddenly strikes one of my other OCs. So, while I may not be updating in Wednesdays per say, I should be updating more often than normal.
Thanks for reviewing! A lot of anonymous (yes I spelled that right the first time!) reviewers this time around. I love you guys!
LOVEsickCRACKhead: Why thank you! And yes, more Misa Rei moments to come as well as funny Rei torture. Hopefully I'll be able to update again really soon.
Clarice: I have bee kissed via the internet. Le gasp! Glad you liked it! Btw love the name ;)
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