TTGL: So this is the Heavens.
Chapter 24: This is our ultimatum.
Kamina stepped out from the multi-dimensional world into a scene of fire and chaos. At first he thought that he'd gotten off at the wrong stop but judging by the shinigami running around, he was definitely back in the Soul Society. Things had got worse since his absence though. Even the sky wasn't visible above, a giant floating rock that dwarfed planets consumed all visible space. Its body was covered in faces.
Trying his luck, Kamina opened a comm channel with Nemu as he walked briskly through the ensuing destruction.
"Hey, Nemu, what the hell's going on? I leave for a few minutes and the universe starts to crumble."
"The Anti-Spiral has pulled out all of the stops. That rock that is filling up the sky is one of his battleships, an Ashtanga. It could easily pluck our planet from space and crush it if it wasn't for the other shinigami captains holding it back. Muganns and raiders are fighting near unhindered now though." came a tense but still soft reply.
"What about the Anti-Spiral?" questioned Kamina.
"He is assaulting the Spirit King's palace. If he succeeds then the Soul Society will collapse even without enemies to fight it. He has to be stopped but the other captain are all occupied."
"Leave it to me!" said Kamina. As he said this an idea hit him. "A group of new arrivals should have turned up a few minutes ago, probably possession spiritual energy. Can you tell me where they are?"
"Seven new shinigami? A strange occurrence did happen in the Rukongai but we don't have the manpower to investigate." Nemu informed him.
Kamina looked around. He was stood in the Seireitei's plaza where the Dai-Gurren had been stored, not far from the Rukongai. The civilian's city covered a huge area though so finding a small group of people was no easy task. Kamina knew that you could track people using spirit ribbons but that wasn't his style. He knew a far quicker way to locate his companions.
Using his hollow advanced hearing he listened to all the various background noises within the chaos. There were so many sounds, all of them vying to be the loudest but it only took a few moments for Kamina to pick up what he was after: obnoxious shouts nearby.
The gruff boasts and insults were easy to follow through the burning shacks of the Rukongai. Everywhere else were screams, shouts of rage or sorrow, but no where of enjoyment like this. A short sprint through the cluttered streets led Kamina straight to a pile of beaten up bandits. Stood proudly at the top of the pile was Kittan, bragging excessively over how poorly they had fought. Around him was Kid, Iraak, Zorthy, Makken, Jorgun and Balinbow.
"Hey hey! Took your time, Kamina." jeered Kittan. He, like the others were all holding Zanpakuto. "Came over here and found ourselves carrying these badass swords. We thought we'd put 'em to good use while we waited for you."
"We hit and we smash black gear men, yeah!" chorused Jorgun and Balinbow with their usual gusto.
"Shinigami too, eh." muttered Kamina to himself. "Perfect."
He strode up to them. "Listen up! All of the strong people in this world are all up there fighting that big assed rock." Kamina said, indicating the Ashtanga above. "That's not the real enemy though. The Anti-Spiral is assaulting this places king and we're the only ones left to defend him. You guys in?"
"Of course we are!" smirked Kittan. "Who the hell do you think we are?"
"That's what I like to hear! Follow me, I'll explain things as we walk." Kamina beamed. He led them back through the Rukongai and into the Seireitei, dispatching any black geared souls that they came across. He told them the situation in simple terms and explained a little bit about their new swords. By the time he had finished they arrived at the Squad Twelve barracks.
Nemu was stood outside to meet them. She led the ragtag group inside and took them to a large room with technical apparatus littered everywhere.
"The Spirit king resides within his own private dimension that can usually only be open by his will or by the King's Seal. Since we have neither a doorway needs to be forced open. The final adjustments will take a few more moments. Please, prepare yourselves. Anything that can face the Spirit King is more than a match for normal shinigami."
Kamina placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Don't worry, Nemu. We're Team Dai-Gurren. We can't be beaten. As long as people believe in us then we can't lose."
Nemu nodded and continued tuning the computers and engines around them Kamina turned to the others and ushered them to huddle together.
"Right guy, if you don't improve fast we're all screwed." Kamina whispered. "All that belief stuff works but against some things you need power to back up that belief. Your swords each have three stages, the sealed state which they are now, shikai and then bankai. It took me a while to get both but now that I have them I know the best way to get you lead heads to do the same. Basically, shove all of your manly spirit into you blades and it will be filled with so much manliness that it is forced to become something cooler."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah! Real men don't need fancy training. Its all about the burning spirit and titanium determination. If you believe something enough then it has to happen, you know." Kamina explained.
"It sounds like bull to me but I'll give it a try." said Kittan. He closed his eyes and concentrated, channelling all of the fighting spirit used to pilot his gunmen into the sword. Despite his scepticism he could feel the power building.
"You need to find its name to unlock its powers. You could do it the long way by long meditation or you could tell it what its called and move on without all that crap." added Kamina, continuing his shikai 101 training.
"If you say so. Err…split them in two, King Kittan!"
The blade seemed hesitant at first but then began to glow. It shook and groaned before settling on a new shape. The light faded leaving a large, golden, double barrelled shotgun where the katana had been moments before.
"Kick ass." breathed Kittan, awestruck. "How do I unlock the next stage?"
Kamina laughed. "Don't flatter yourself, you don't have the power for that yet. That shikai should by you the time and experience needed though."
"We try! We make sword strong and crush bad guys, yeah!" howled the twins together. It was kinda creepy how they spoke as one. As one they shouted "Smash, bash, Aka-Bouken!" "Bash, smash, Buru-Bouken!"
Their swords coughed and spluttered, smoke rising from their blades. A gust of wind howled, whipping the smoke away. Both men stood grinning like fools as they held in their hands large clubs that where hollow on the inside. The colour of the weapons reflected each twin's shade colour of choice.
"We smash good with these. Whack 'em good!"
Makken stepped forward, looking at his zanpakuto in reverence. Kamina felt sorry for him, being the only member to die and leave behind a young family. "Cleave the wind, Moshogun." he said at a near whisper.
His sword did nothing flashy, just like its wielder. It simply changed, growing longer and boarder than before. It was a match to the katana used by his gunman, only scaled down to the small man's size.
Kidd had been hopping on the spot for a few minutes now, anxious to give his sword a try. Makken stepped back humbly, allowing the ginger haired pilot the stage. "Let's kick it up, Kidd Knuckle!" He threw the blade spinning into the air like a helicopter propeller. When it descended back into his hand it was a pole staff with small pistols attached to either end. It was made from some kind of blue metal.
Zorthy pushed Kidd aside who was stood swinging his new weapon around like a madman. "Burn 'em up, Sawzorthn!" His zanpakuto melted, slithering up his arms until all of his flesh up to the shoulders was coated in glistening metal. He stretched out his arms and flames lit up along their length. He looked impressed. Tilting his head he lit a new cigarette on the flames.
Iraak held out his sword and ran a pale hand across its surface. "Tear them open, Einzer!" The sword split down the blade, the two sections growing into a powerful set of jaws with large sharp teeth. The hilt grew around his slender arm until a large shark head like weapon sat upon his arm like a power fist. He snapped the teeth together a few times experimentally.
"Awesome!" congratulated Kamina. He activated his own shikai and struck a pose. "Alright ladies, we're as ready as we're ready as we're gonna be. Fight like you've never fought before. This is our ultimatum! If we fail then the whole universe will fall with us. This isn't just the fate of humanity but of all life! Let's do those that we left behind proud and show these shinigami just how Team Dai-Gurren rolls."
"Yeah!" cheered the group, raising their new weapons into the air.
"The device is completed." injected Nemu with just enough volume to be heard over the manly ruckus of the brigade members. "Are you ready to leave?"
"We were born ready and we died ready." smirked Kamina. "Right guys, onwards to fame, glory and a fight to remember. Nemu, beam us up!"
"Right. You may experience some intense pressure and strange tingly feelings." she informed as she powered up the machine. "Please stand on that metal plate."
The Team Dai-Gurren members complied. The plate was very crowded but they all managed to somehow fit upon it. Nemu tapped a few buttons and a harsh light rose up from the plate. A stretching sensation tore through the team's bodies and their visions turned completely white. Their bodies warped like they were being forced through a very small pipe filled with needles. Every few seconds it felt like they hit a wall.
The warping stopped as quickly as it started and vision returned in time to see the ground speeding rapidly toward their faces. They landed in a heap after a brief freefall. Groaning, Kamina shoved the twins off of him and looked around. They were in a white walled palace that was filled with slowly moving clouds. Everything seemed to sparkle. The building's design looked ancient compared to the architecture of the Seireitei.
"Now this is more what I expected Heaven to be." observed Kamina while the others pulled themselves up.
The clouds thinned, allowing Kamina a closer look. The walls and floor were scarred with scorch marks and gashes. Stones were split and blood marred the pure white surfaces. The smell of battle was still in the air.
"In the academy they said that the Spirit king was guarded by a squad of the strongest captains. For the Anti-Spiral to force his way in means that we're in for a tough fight. Stay on guard, I don't know what to expect but whatever it is, we'll show it the superiority of Team Dai-Gurren." Kamina proclaimed. Talking big always helped to put his mind at ease.
They passed through a long corridor that was wide enough for them all to walk abreast. The damage in here was even greater than the first room. There was even a shinigami's body laying tattered on the ground in what had once been ceremonial robes. A shattered Zanpakuto lay beside the body.
The further along the seemingly unending corridor they travelled, the more bodies they discovered. The damage also increased with every footstep, the walls no longer a dazzling white but a burnt black. Up ahead a new body took Kamina's attention.
It was bigger than the others and fur covered all visible flesh. From rumour and tales in the academy, Kamina knew it to belong to the former captain of Squad Seven, Sanjin Komamura. He lay shredded like the others but his large hands still tightly clutched his sword. He was still breathing but only just.
Kamina knelt beside him. "Hey, big guy. What's going on?"
Dog like eyes strained themselves open. They slowly focussed in on the blue haired warrior. "The shadow being appeared. We tried to stop him…but he was always one step above us. Yamamoto is still fighting as we speak. Please…help him. The Spirit king must be protected!"
"Don't worry. Just rest. The world is safe in our hands." assured Kamina. He stood and sprinted onwards.
Sounds of battle now filled the air. Very quietly at first, growing in volume until it nearly deafened the group. The crunch of stone and the crackle of flame echoed down the stretching passageway. They followed the sounds. Whole chunks of wall were missing now, leading out into an empty black void.
The end of the corridor finally came into sight. There had once been a grand door leading into the next room but now all that remained as a carpet of charred splinters. Even the walls either side had been completely decimated. Inside there was nothing but roaring flame.
Kamina made to step into the flame. Kittan grabbed him. "You can't be serious. Its an inferno in there!"
Kamina shrugged him of and swung his shade sword, cutting a path through the blaze. He smirked cockily to the blonde haired pilot. "Do whatever needs to be done and no matter the odds we'll make it happen. Its as simple as that."
They stepped inside just in time to see an old man crash into a wall with the force to smash a crater into it. He fell to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth. A black arm slivered through the flames and grabbed him by the throat. With a quick movement it threw him at the high ceiling then shot hundreds of black tendrils out, skewing the old man like a pincushion. Blood rained down.
The fires died down then extinguished themselves, revealing the Anti-Spiral. Behind him was a spire of spiralling energy that contained within it the figure of a man. It hurt to look upon him.
"You have returned." observed the Anti-Spiral, annoyance creeping into his voice. "You are proving more troublesome then I could ever have theorised."
"Of course I am! Just who the hell do you think I am! And looky here, I've also brought the cavalry." mocked Kamina.
The Anti-Spiral looked angry. "This is why all spiral energy must be wiped out. You life forms are killed only to evolve to greater heights in death. I will ensure that all of you return to oblivion!"
His arms shot forward at Kamina but Jorgun and Balinbow stepped in front, blocking the attacks with their clubs. As the Anti-Spiral recoiled they turned the weapons horizontally and fired a ball of energy from the hollow end. The balls spiralled forward but were stopped by a hastily summoned wall of darkness.
Kid and Iraak charged in from the sides but the Anti-Spiral dodged. Makken was ready and waiting, slashing right where the Anti-Spiral moved to. The shadow being stretched out his arms to defend himself but Zorthy grabbed hold of the limbs with his metal hands, stopping the Anti-Spiral dead in its tracks while Makken struck. The blade hit but passed straight through the shadowy flesh without leaving a mark.
"I am cloaked in a probability negation field. Your efforts are pointless." the Anti-Spiral mocked.
"How can he alter probability?" seethed Kittan.
"I don't know." spoke Kamina calmly. "It just means that we can leave nothing to negate and make sure every attack is one hundred percent!"
Kamina dashed in an attacked but again his weapon didn't make contact. Kittan barged him out of the way to avoid a near undodgable counter attack. As Kittan dived through the air he unloaded his shotgun into the Anti-Spiral's chest, again to no effect.
The Anti-Spiral's skin became covered in needle like tips that dotted every centimetre of his being. In an instant, every single one shot forward in a torrent of elongated needles that ripped through flesh and wall alike. The Dai-Gurren members defended as best as they could.
As quick as the spikes had extended they retracted back within. Before the men had recovered, the Anti-Spiral grabbed Jorgun and Balinbow, lifting them as though they were light as feathers, and threw them at the other members, pinning them beneath the twin's bulk.
Anti-Spiral turned back to the spiralling energy at the other end of the large chamber. "Now, Spirit King, I will end you and all spiral life. The Spiral Nemesis will be avoided, whatever the cost."
He lunged. Kamina tried to free himself but couldn't get there in time. Kittan had been not been pinned so he rushed forward, blocking the spike's progression. His shotgun blared. Blood sprayed.
The spike had passed straight through Kittan and into the Spirit King behind. Energy leaked out from the spiral container. The energy floated through the air, wrapping itself around Kittan's body.
The blonde haired pilot smiled. "Was that suppose to kill me? Ha! You'll have to try harder than that. I feel better than ever!"
Energy from the Spirit King split and divided, entering each member of Team Dai-Gurren. Kamina felt his power levels rise and he knew for sure that it was effecting the others even more than him. Piecing everything together in his head an idea formed.
"Everyone remember that third sword stage I was talking about? Well our gracious Spirit King has given you all the power to use it. Same thing as before. On my lead. Bankai!"
"BANKAI!" roared seven manly voices as one.
The room filled with a fierce light and the air became heavy with excess spiritual pressure. Space itself crackled under the power.
Eight gunmen suddenly filled the room, each an improved replica of the pilot's war machine back in life. Mechanical limbs flexed to get a feel of their new abilities.
"How?" breathed Kittan through his golden mecha's speakers. "King Kittan was destroyed. I thought you said that these swords were embodiments of our souls."
"Yep. Our gunmen are our souls. We lived in fear of them, then we won them from our enemies. We named them, modified them. We lived, fought and died within them. How much more of a connection do you need until something merges with your soul?" philosophised Kamina.
Zorthy cracked his Sawzorthn's fingers together, looking down upon the puny looking Anti-Spiral. "I'd say its time to pay you back for getting us killed."
"Yes! We beat little man. Eye for eye!" grunted the twin's deep voices.
The Anti-Spiral started to laugh in hollow tones. "You feel emboldened by your new power? It will only create ultimate despair when beaten by equal force. Face my Zeboma!" he resumed laughing as shards of darkness rose from the ground and began to form around him. Metal twisted, bent and sharpened until a monster of a mecha encased him.
Angular black metal formed a roughly humanoid shape. It was long limbed and had several nasty looking spikes jutting out at joints and intersections. A demonic face with razor sharp fangs glared out from the body of the mecha while an antlered head that had a skull like appearance sat upon it. From its shoulders was a second pair of arms, these ones far longer and with many more spikes. It stood slightly taller than the Gurren Lagann.
The Team Dai-Gurren Mecha all launched forward, guns blazing and weapons slashing. Like a fluid, the Anti-Spiral mecha flowed around the attacks and countered with its shoulder mounted whip arms. King Kittan dodged but the Twin Bouken didn't have the speed. It hunkered down and took the impact, metal groaning under the stress.
Kamina slashed with the giant shades but the smaller arms of their foe grabbed onto them and snapped them in half like a cocktail stick. Makken rushed in to defend the now defenceless Gurren but was kicked away. The Anti-Spiral punched out at Gurren but King Kittan blocked using a large pink shield that had materialised from nowhere.
Zorthy's Sawzorthn clasped onto the Zeboma's back, pinning the long limbs with all of its strength. Iraak's Einzer bit down on one of its regular arms with its powerful jaw while Kidd Knuckle put the remaining limb in an arm lock. Makken nodded to Kamina and threw him his sword. Gurren plucked it from the air and gave Kittan the signal to attack. Sword and lance stabbed into the mecha, scoring a direct hit.
The cheers were cut short though. Zeboma's head fired forward, the antlers imbedding themselves within Gurren's eye sockets. Kamina cursed, the pointed metal only narrowly missing him. The black mecha twitched, its double set of arms each becoming a spinning drill. Einzer, Kidd Knuckle and Sawzorthn were all forced to release it as it ground down their armour.
In a flurry of movements, all eight Dai-Gurren mecha were on the floor with serious damage. Lasers, spikes, fists, claws and feet all assaulted them in an unending torrent of pain and destruction. Every level they pushed themselves to, the Anti-Spiral could best it. Every ounce of their power and determination was a simple measurement for him.
Even Kamina was left wondering how the hell they could win. When determination and fighting spirit wasn't enough, what was left? More determination and fighting spirit, he answered himself with an against the odds grin.
"You're so far up your own ass that you can't even see the truth. You toy with us because you think it makes us despair but in reality, every time you shove us done we get up all the more determined to give you a good smacking! You are the one in ultimate despair, locking away your race, killing your own instincts and sitting atop a throne of oppression without another soul in the universe at your side. While ever we band together as friends and brothers, we cannot be brought down!" shouted Kamina in his most inspirational voice.
He turned back to the others. "I have a plan. You're gonna have to trust me." Without elaboration he faced the Anti-Spiral again. "You think that you can always stay one level ahead of us? That may be true, but there are lots of us and only one of you. Can you out level us all?"
Hundreds of spikes shot from Zeboma, every one scoring a direct hit on Gurren. Kamina screamed out in pain, blood splattering every monitor.
"Idle talk." scalded Anti-Spiral. "Words cannot protect you from death."
Kamina coughed up blood. Despite this he was still smiling. "Why, who's dying? I'm only just getting started. You should know that the mighty Kamina doesn't say empty words. Everything I say is backed up by action. Never underestimate me 'cos it will be the last thing that you do! Proud members of Team Dai-Gurren, lets combine!"
"How do you plan to do that without Lagann?"
"These are our souls, not machines. If we believe it and pump enough power in then it'll work. Now lets end this!"
Kamina churned out all of his power and then some. His mind became as focused as a razorblade. Gurren pulsed and writhed around him. The metal destabilised and became a burning red matter, pure energy in the shape of the gunmen. Seconds later, similar blaring colours flared up as the other gunmen boosted their power. A rainbow of colours assembled and started to spiral together, converging upon the transcended Gurren.
The glowing matter reformed then began to harden. Metal gleamed in all of its glory. Gurren stood proudly, taller than usual. Its Dai-Gurren shoulder guards had been replaced by the two heads of Twin Bouken while from it's back sat an extra two pairs of long arms from the Kidd Knuckle and Sawzorthn. On its fore arms were sharp, golden armguards that were mirrored on the knees too, provided by King Kittan. The shark like head of Einzer sat above Gurren. In its main arms were held two of the deadly katana of the Moshogun.
The Anti-Spiral took a step back. "Such a combination should be impossible. Souls cannot simply merge at will."
"Just who the hell do you think we are!" proclaimed all eight Dai-Gurren members as one. "Fukugo Tamashi (combined souls) Gurren, attack!"
The super mecha charged at the Anti-Spiral. Machineguns popped out from several slots along its body to pepper Zeboma with bullets. The twin blades arced through the air with deadly grace. Zeboma tried to block them with its whip arms but the Kidd Knuckle arms held them back. The swords struck, stabbing deep into the unnatural mecha. Sawzorthn's arms pounded into the black robot's face like a blacksmith's hammer on an anvil.
Zeboma went into overdrive, its limbs thrashing violently. Fukugo Tamashi Gurren was knocked back only to fire off a barrage of cannon shots. The Anti-Spiral jumped out of their way, countering with an eye watering volley of lasers. They clashed again and again, sparks flying constantly as metal met metal with overwhelming force.
Then the Anti-Spiral did something that none of the pilots expected. Out of nowhere emerged a huge drill from its arm that span with the force of a tornado. Anti-Spiral needed no words, the giga drill break was mockery enough. Every member tried to block but the drill tore through their defences like paper. It hit Gurren straight in the face, passing through the metal and straight into Kamina's chest.
The pain was even greater than when Tymilph had impaled him. It span through him, ripping organs, flesh and bone. His screams filled the entire palace. The drill withdrew and Kamina slumped in his seat. Gurren became limp and fell to the floor in a heap. With several major parts destroyed, explosions burst up within the Gurren's body.
"Kamina…" breathed Kittan, unable to believe what was happening.
"Being stronger may not inflict ultimate despair but killing your leader does." chided the Anti-Spiral.
Kittan's breath came in heavy rasps. Anger and sorrow shook his very core. Assuming control he pushed the last of his strength into getting the annihilated wreck onto its feet.
"Kamina wasn't just our leader, but you wouldn't understand that. He was our friend! The one we all looked up to! Who gave us strength and a path to follow! He was a real man and with his spirit burning within us, we will kill you!" he roared.
Golden spikes blossomed all across the Fukugo Tamashi Gurren's surface and threw themselves at Zeboma but double the number of black ones met them, rendering the attack useless. One of the shoulder mounted arms punched at them and Kittan tried to block only to be hit by the other.
Kidd and Zorthy unlashed a flurry of attacks but they were all blocked with ease. Iraak and the twins fired off everything they had but nothing seemed to even dent the blackened armour.
Zeboma extended one arm, grabbing its foe by the throat. With the other arms it proceeded to beat the Dai-Gurren mecha into scrap metal. When it ceased to resist, the Anti-Spiral threw it to the floor in contempt.
"Pathetic!" sneered Anti-Spiral, summoning another giga drill break.
Kittan cursed. He tried to move but couldn't. "We're sorry, Kamina…"
"What are you apologising for?" croaked a weak voice. Kittan's monitor lit up, showing a blood drenched Kamina. Most of his chest was missing but a predatory grin still occupied his face. His eyes burned with fighting spirit.
"Kamina!"
"I have one last ace up my sleeve." Kamina wheezed. Just keeping breathing was proving to be an uphill battle.
He smashed the two katana together, combining them to create another pair of shades. The shades merged with Gurren's arm and began to spin, becoming a building sized circular saw. It grew in size until it was on the scale of a giga drill break. Kamina swallowed and charged. The Anti-Spiral did the same, giga drill at the ready.
"HYDRA SHADE SMASH!"
The shade saw passed straight down the centre of the giga drill and through the Zeboma. Anti-Spiral pulled back just enough to avoid utter destruction but he was now clearly visible through the wound.
Kidd and Zorthy pinned the mecha. Gurren's mouth opened and Kamina bounded out, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He dived at the Anti-Spiral who lunged out with stretched fingers, ripping more of Kamina's body to shreds. With a savage roar, Kamina pulled back his arm and stabbed Anti-Spiral right between the eyes with his personal orange shades.
The Anti-Spiral didn't bleed but he was definitely dying. His body began to fade.
"You have doomed all life. Your victory has only opened the way for the apocalypse."
Kamina coughed, more blood pouring out from his body. "Simon will stop it… I believe in him."
The fading shadow smiled. "Your so called brother will soon die. I am not the only Anti-Spiral. My true brother is carrying out our objectives in the real world, and he will not fail. His power far surpasses even my own. You will fall into oblivion now. Your soul will cease to exist. My job is done."
"Damn it! Tell me-"
It was too late. The Anti-Spiral vanished, the ghost of a laugh all that remained.
A coughing fit racked Kamina's body. He lost his balance and fell from the Zeboma, plunging down to the stone floor far below.
Both mecha faded. The Dai-Gurren members returned their swords to the sealed states and rushed to Kamina's side.
"Kamina! Wake up damn you!" shouted Kittan.
"Hold on, buddy!" cried Kidd.
"Fight not over! Must get up!" begged the twins.
"You can't do this again!" gasped Iraak.
"Live!" roared Zorthy.
But it was too late. Kamina had already breathed his last breath. His soul tried to flee into the next life but was trapped and dragged away. The cycle of life and was broken. Oblivion was all that awaited him.
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A/N: Sorry again that it's a bit late. Hope it was worth the wait.
I have a few announcements this chapter:
Firstly, I got my hundredth review last chapter, provided by Shade the Bat. Thank you all so much for helping me to achieve this. I hope to strive just a little bit further. I wasn't planning to do an Omake after my final chapter but if by that time, which is only two chapters away I'm afraid, I have managed to get 130 reviews, then in celebration I will post one last extra.
Secondly, I have now reached 100,00 words for this story with this chapter. Dam that's a lot of writing. I need a holiday, or a girlfriend, lol. Anyway, man how this little story has grown. It seems only yesterday that I got the first ideas for it (sob).
Thirdly, winner of this week's Omake is Haru Takami for a truly inspirational review and general support. Thank you, sir, your little speech really sparked with me. Leave your recommendations and I'll see what I can do.
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