Chapter 6: Confessions and Answers

Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. ~Author Unknown

x - Colourful Moments - x

"Lenalee?" Her eyes went wide in shock at the familiar redhead standing just right in front of the Christmas tree. She thought she might be seeing things, that he won't just suddenly appear immediately after she prayed to God to make him appear in front of her again. But the bright lights from the Christmas tree would not lie to her. The olive-haired girl just blinked, rubbing her watery eyes.

"Lenalee? Is that you?" He asked again, this time walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat, her mind turned into panic mode as she wondered what she should do in this type of situation. Her hands turned clamy as she just stared at the black figure which was coming closer to her.

"It is really you, Lenalee," Lavi spoke as he stopped, staring at her with an intrigued face. Lenalee turned away, wishing that he could stop staring at her like that. There was an awkward silence between the two of them for a few minutes. She bit her lip, wanting to speak out and ask how he was for these few years, but found her words stuck at her throat. Lenalee swallowed, took a deep breath, and before she could speak, the redhead voiced out first.

"So, how are you for these few years?" She peered at him. Lavi seemed to be the same physically from the last time they parted ways. His maroon hair had lengthened and his long curved fringe had been put down. That signature grin of his was still there, but somehow, the feelings she had for this man was different. He was much mature and somehow...distant. She could no longer feel the closeness she once had towards him. It was as though she was facing someone she met for the first time. She wondered what had happened to him for these three years.

"I'm fine. You?" She asked. He did not reply, looking up at the night sky in silence. She stole glances at the redhead who had turned into a rather charming man, her heartbeats escalated slowly every second whenever that pair of beautiful emerald eyes shimmered and when strands of his red hair sailed lightly in the moving wind. She had always been attracted to him, but today, his presence took her whole breath away.

Stay with me.

Her lips parted, mumbling something. Lavi seemed to catch something as he turned around to face her with a slight confused look.

"What did you say?" He asked with a low yet enticing voice. Lenalee just stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, before she looked away. As the chill of the night wind brushed past her skin, she gripped both of her arms with her hands. She could feel a heavy and uncomfortable feeling coming up her throat, and it was so bad that she wanted to puke.

"Are you alright?" Lavi stared at her with a worried expression. Lenalee shook her head, trying to cover her shivers away from his sharp eyes.

"I'm okay." She coughed as her hand pressed onto her chest, feeling sick. Was it because of the temperature which was dropping rapidly, or was it that absurd thought of hers who wanted Lavi to stay at her side? No matter what it was, she could not deny the fact that she was feeling very horrible right now. Everything just built up inside her, so fast that she could not stand it.

She ran over to the side and retched out everything. After her stomach was practically emptied, she stood up, feeling an aching pain straining her body. Lenalee stared at the substance that she had just vomitted out, wondering why it had to be so difficult. Why was it so difficult and so pained to fall in love? She should have given up years ago, right when the war had just begun.

Say you love me.

Violet eyes widened in pain as she covered her mouth, feeling fatigue and dizziness washing over her in an instant. Tears gradually welled up her eyes, before streaming down her flushed cheeks and fell onto her hand.

"Should we just go back, since you aren't feeling well -" As his pair of hands were placed on her shoulders and turned her around to his sight, emerald eyes widened in shock at the tears he saw falling down her face. She refused to make eye contact with him, not wanting him to see how weak and pathetic she had become even after three years had passed by. She tried to conceal her whimpering voice, but even after everything had been retched out, an unbearable yet lonely feeling still lingered at her chest, so bad that she felt as though she was suffocating.

"I-I'm..." She stammered.

"Lenalee..." His voice trailed off, gradually drowned by the howls of the wind. She could feel his hands gently taking hers, telling her silently that he was here for her. She shivered at the warm touch, and wished that he would continue holding her hands forever. She wanted to lean towards this warm touch, to seek his comfort and run away from this pain, but the moment she relented, that horrible moment she had when Lavi replied to her feelings just sank mercilessly into her reality. She knew she could never get the comfort that she wanted from Lavi.

The olive-haired girl slowly stepped back, redrawing her hands from his. The redhead just stared at her in slight bewilderment at her strange behaviour. She knew she could not do this. She wasn't going to let herself get hurt for the second time.

"Is there something disturbing you, Lenalee? You are acting weird," Lavi questioned, that pair of bookman eyes starting to read her from top to bottom.

"It's nothing," She merely replied. He frowned, and from his expression she knew he was starting to doubt what she was saying.

"Please talk to me, Lenalee. Aren't we the best of friends?" He asked in a slight pleading tone. It almost made her confess out, but she took hold of herself before she spilled out everything. She could sense that Lavi really wanted to help her wholeheartedly, but she could no longer accept that kindness from him.

"I..I am okay, Lavi. Really." Suddenly, the kind look in his emerald eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold look which she could not recognise. The feeling he gave her was starting to frighten her a little, as she began to wonder whether it would be best for the both of them this way.

"Why can't you put a little trust in me, Lenalee? Am I an outsider to you? Am I not worth to share your woes together?" He asked in a painful voice which made her wince.

"No. No, of course not."

"Then, why? Why are you distancing yourself away from me? Please don't do this. Don't do this to the both of us. Don't do this to me. Please." Her heart wrenched greatly at the weak tone of his voice. Lenalee forced a weak smile out of her as she shook her head.

Because I love you.

"I...I was not distancing myself from you." Tears began spilling out of her eyes uncontrollably. Before she knew it, Lavi strode towards her, his hand grabbing her wrist as he pulled her roughly into his embrace. Lenalee stiffened she stopped sobbing, her eyes went wide in astonishment and shock, not able to comprehend what was happening at this moment. As she tried to pull away, his grips on her arms went tighter, refusing to let her go.

"I'm sorry. I didn't...didn't know that you were living in pain for the last three years. I was ignorant," He murmured softly, his strong hands wrapping around her protectively. She just stood there, sniffing in the sweet scent solely from this man and taking in the warmth from his broad body. The coldness that was invading her skin for the last few hours were chased out in an instant. The nauseous feeling had vanished, replaced by a soothing sensation which calmed her nerves.

"I...I wasn't," She answered quietly. After a few minutes, Lavi separated himself from the embrace, to her slight disappointment.

"I really...regret for what I say during that time." Her eyebrows raised in curiosity. Lavi sighed as he continued.

"Firstly, it was war at that time. I did not have the time to think of other things other than to defeat the enemy. In addition, I thought that these feelings would disappear within time. But...after the war, the feeling was still there. And before I knew it, it was time to go separate ways."

He looked so fragile and so wrecked that she did not want him to continue anymore, but her heart skipped a beat in happiness when he mentioned that he had somehow developed feelings for her in the end. Lavi paused as he turned away, trying to gather up his emotions which were slowly losing control.

"I was lost at that time. I did not know how to tell you about this, and there might be a possibility that you had forgotten about me, because of the harsh words that I had said to you..." He shook his head as he leaned close to her for comfort. She did not refuse.

"I was afraid. Afraid of rejection. Afraid of losing you."

Violet eyes widened. She could not believe that a Bookman; someone who had abandoned his names and his previous identities many times, would have a time whereby fear existed. She could feel the light trembles from his body, and she couldn't help but wrap her arms around his waist and hugged him lightly. He leaned to her warmth and hugged her back.

"I'm here, isn't it?" She asked softly.

"Yeah." His raspy voice trailed off as he replied. At this point of time, Lenalee understood his feelings, and as they shared their pain and sorrows and dilemma, she knew that their relationship was taking a different turn.

And this time, she wasn't going to let it go.

"So...how about asking Kanda and Allen out tonight? We have lots of catching up to do." Lavi took out his cell phone and gave her a wink. Lenalee blushed at the intimate gesture and looked down in slight embarrassment, before nodding her head.

x - Colourful Moments - x

He grunted in displeasure as he was being pulled by Mandy to the Christmas tree. As she stared at it with awed eyes, he thought all of these were ridiculous -no, completely absurd. How could those people come up with something so unrealistic, and worse, some idiots here believed it! Kanda stared at the couples who were hugging and smiling sweetly to each other in slight disgust and disdain. They were just going to put their trust onto something that was so unrealistic just for the sake of their so-called 'love'?

"I'm out of here," He stated as he turned around.

"Wait, Kanda! Just...wait for a little while more," She said as she gripped onto his arm, giving him a pleading look. The raven-haired man frowned as he folded his arms at his chest, showing a serious expression as though he was her parent going to give her a lecture.

"What are we waiting for? We aren't like them," Kanda bluntly spoke out. Mandy looked down, flushing deep red with embarrassment at his direct answer.

"Just...Just wait for a little while more," She spoke softly, before she turned away and stared at the Christmas tree in silence. Kanda just glanced at her with a softer expression, wondering whether he was a little too harsh in his words. He sighed as he rubbed the side of his forehead, deciding to accompany her for a while more. While the time was slowly ticking away, he began to ponder of reasons why she would want to stay here, even though the rumour was meant for couples, as stated.

Does she currently have a boyfriend? Kanda tapped at the tip of his chin lightly, considering the first assumption he had thought of. From years of working with her and listening to those boring and meaningless gossips from his colleagues, he doubted that she had one yet. She would either go straight home after work, or eat dinner with the colleagues in the evening. Sometimes she would stick around with him, even though he told her not to do that because she would distract him in his work.

Okay, option one out. Kanda noted as he slashed out the first assumption. The evening wind was a little stronger, and he relaxed at the cool and soothing touch brushing past his body. He moved his neck to get rid of the stiffness for standing there and not moving, his mind continuing to process the other situations.

She has a crush on someone? Wait, this might be a possibility. After all, most of his female colleagues were mainly fawning and flirting with the male colleagues whenever they had breaks, and they were mostly targeting him as their main aim. He could still remember how they crowded at the entrance of his room, shooting him disgusting winks and asking him out for lunch. Despite how firmly he said his stand that he had no girlfriend and did not want a girlfriend, they still continued to come to him and disrupt his work.

So, who did Mandy have a crush on? Frankly, he hadn't thought of that. Well, it would most probably be guys with charming looks, someone older than him - because he remembered one time when she told him that she liked older and more mature guys, and...maybe a guy with a good sense of humour? Most girls liked guys who cracked funny jokes to entertain them. He then realised that even though he had worked together with her under one roof for years, he did not know much about her at all, just like someone he knew for years, yet he couldn't even grasp onto anything about him on that particular night...

"Look, the Christmas tree is starting to light up!" A shout was heard. Everyone looked up, seeing the lights of different colours spreading up to the top, brightening up the whole tree. Mandy gave a short squeal, shocked that she could get to see such magnificent view at this moment. Whispers of happiness could be heard around the area. Kanda just glared at it with slight anger, as though it was his enemy he had fought against in the past. He wished he could use Mugen and destroy this colourful fantasy that was not true in the beginning. Why couldn't they trust themselves that their relationship could advance further, and chose to put their fates onto something that was not even real? If they believed in such useless things, then it would be even more meaningless to start this relationship!

Kanda hissed as he touched his head, remembering things that he shouldn't. At that night, he wanted to ask what was wrong with him, what made him feel so scared and so insecure. He thought after all these years working together, Allen would understand him. Yet, he didn't. He chose to run away. He was so angry and so disappointed, because not only did Allen not trust him, he did not explain and just left with just a soft goodbye. Fine, he should have just ignored him at that time. What an ungrateful brat.

"Kanda?" He turned as he heard Mandy calling out to him. Seeing her concerned look, he just shook his head.

"I'm fine." Clearly, he was not. He was being bombarded by memories that he did not want to remember and irritating emotions that were beginning to surface. He hissed as dark images flashed momentarily in his head, refusing to leave him alone. After a few minutes, he could not stand it anymore.

"I'm going home," He announced, not intending to listen to Mandy's words as she tried to persuade him to stay a while longer. Pain was hammering at his head and he wished to retreat back to the hotel and take a rest for the day. As his body tilted, about to turn around, he stopped in his steps.

Several memories flashed in his head.

"Hello! My name is Allen Walker!"

"Do you know how to say my name correctly? It's A-L-L-E-N, not beansprout!"

"We are Exorcists who save lives, not making sacrifices in order to accomplish our goals! As long as I am here, I am not allowing you to do that!"

His eyes widened, seeing a shadow hiding behind the Christmas tree.

"I'm glad...that you are alright, Kanda."

"Whatever. You still hate me."

As he turned to the front once again, Kanda froze in his position, shocked. His heart thumped hardly on his chest, and his throat slowly turned dry.

At that particular moment, that girl's words rang in his head once again.

"I heard from rumours that if you are standing in front of this Christmas tree, when it lights up, you would meet the person you like and have a happy ending!"

This was nonsense. Absolutely nonsense.

"Kanda?" Hearing no response from the raven-haired man, Mandy peered at him, slightly astonished to see a horrified expression written all over his pale face. She frowned, wondering what had caught his attention and could cause a person like Kanda who was not moved by emotions to show such a shocked face. She turned to the direction where he was looking, seeing nothing but crowds of people walking around. Who was that person – that person who caught Kanda's attention and broke his emotionless mask so easily?

He thought that figure was nothing but an illusion. Yes, it must be a hallucination. His eyes must be playing with him, after his mind and his thoughts had been totally messed up by images of him just a few minutes ago. It was probably the cause of the poor weather recently. There were forecasts of fog coming tonight. Yes, it had to be that. He refused to believe that the small figure which his eyes had just caught was him.

"Kanda?"

This was crazy. He was thinking of Allen, and he just appeared right in front of him! He stared at the small-built teenager with silver hair who was just standing right behind the Christmas tree. Oh, how he wished he did not spot him at all, so he won't be trapped in his dilemma! He argued with himself inwardly, muttering out curses under his breath.

After he somewhat calmed himself down, he began inspecting Allen from far. He seemed to be well. His fringe was a lot longer compared to the days when he was still an Exorcist, and he grew taller. He still looked small despite his age, which made him wonder whether he had eaten lesser than usual. Was it because of the Innocence?

But at least, his questions could finally be answered. Kanda smirked as he began striding his way towards the silver-haired teen, who somehow stiffened as the silver-haired teen noticed his movements. He stared at his silver eyes, seeing fear, anxiousness and yet a little relief from them. It seemed that his superior skills of lying to people had clearly dropped ever since his life returned back to normal again.

This time, he would force out answers from Allen, no matter what methods he took.

Suddenly, the silver-haired teen turned around. It had clearly shown that he was trying to escape again, but the difference now was, Kanda wasn't going to let him run away without reasons again. He hissed as he increased his pace, pushing himself through the crowd, his eyes never left the backview of the silver-haired teen. Before Allen could leave, his hand reached out to his wrist and grabbed it roughly, pulling Allen towards him. He could feel the stiffness in his movements as their bodies made contact for brief moments, their gazes locking for seconds as they faced each other.

"Are you going to run away from me again, Moyashi?" He leaned in and whispered. Kanda could sense the tension from the other, but Allen made no attempts to struggle and escape. After a few minutes of awkward silence between the two, even though the whole area was rather noisy, Allen finally spoke out.

"Hi...Kanda."

"Are you going to run away from me again?" He asked, this time more sternly.

"Before I answer your question, could you perhaps...let go of my hand?" He asked slowly. Kanda stared at his wrist which was slightly bruised and released the grip. Allen took his hand and touched the slightly swollen wrist, before he took a step back. Seeing the dark glare from the raven-haired man warning him, he sighed.

"Don't worry. I'm not running away."

"You better don't," Kanda hissed. "Why did you run away just now?"

"I wasn't. I just...wanted to go home. I'm tired from work, and...I'm not really good around these people..." Allen replied slowly with reluctance. Because of his appearance and his hair which made him stand out among the rest, he did not like to mingle in crowded areas. Furthermore, due to his past experience as an Exorcist, he learnt not to trust people around him.

"Are you lying?"

"No. No, why would I - why would I lie to you?" Part of him wanted to argue with Kanda, part of him admitted, because he did wanted to escape from him; escape from the heavy emotions he had to face and relive the moment he saw him. Allen took a deep breath, trying to clear disturbing thoughts out of his head. He had probably guessed the reason why Kanda had stopped him, and why he was so agitated when he attempted to leave.

"And I think you should go back to your friend over there. She seems to be finding you now," Allen said as he stared at the small figure of the girl who was with Kanda earlier on. Somehow, a sour and uncomfortable feeling came up to him at seeing the closeness she had with Kanda - something which he and Kanda did not have. Sure, they might have been living together in the past, long before he met her, and they had definitely spend a whole lot more time than the time she knew him, but they were nothing as close.

"Don't even try changing the topic, beansprout. I need to talk to you. Now," Kanda warned him with a soft growl.

"What is there to talk about?" Allen asked in slight denial.

"About that particular night. You know that very well." He was pressing for the reasons behind his odd behaviour that night. Somehow, it made him slightly happy. He thought Kanda would forget – discard it as something insignificant. He never expected him to remember.

"Nothing happened. I was just tired."

"It was more than just tired. What was it?" Kanda demanded. His heart pounded hardly at his chest. It was already in the past, yet why did he still want to find out? It took him so long to remove the thorns which were hurting him for more than three years. Why must Kanda forcefully dig out his wounds again?

"I told you, Kanda, that there is nothing we can talk about! How many times must I repeat myself?" Allen exclaimed in anger and irritation as he tried to get away, but was being pulled back by the tight grip at his arm as the raven-haired man forced him to face him. Allen gasped slightly in astonishment as he stared wide-eyed at him. Why was he so obstinate all of sudden? As far as he knew, Kanda wasn't this type of person who had the interests in knowing people's past, yet he was exactly doing the opposite...

"Is there anything wrong between the two of you?" One passerby saw the commotion and asked in concern. He turned and glared at Kanda, who did not seem to be affected by his stares in the least. Sapphire eyes narrowed, as Kanda took his arm and started to walk, pulling the silver-haired teen with him. He did not want anyone to disrupt his time with the beansprout.

"Wh–What are you doing! Stop this, Kanda! I said, stop it!" Allen shouted, stumbling in his steps as he struggled to keep up with the fast pace. People were now looking at them with curious looks, wondering what was happening here, but Kanda did not care less about the crowd, as he pulled the silver-haired teen out of the area. As the former swordsman finally pulled him to a quiet corner of the park, he released his grip and pushed the silver-haired teen against the wall. Allen grimaced and held back a whimper as his back crashed onto the hard surface of the stone bricks.

"Why are you doing this?" Allen demanded in a slight hoarse voice as he clasped his shirt lightly, forcing back the coughs.

"Because you haven't been honest with me. Tell me the truth, and I will let you go," Kanda replied with a cold tone, not noticing his pain in the least. Allen sighed as he stared at the faint lights and the soft voices of the people at where the christmas tree was. There would be no one to interrupt their unfinished conversation now.

"I have already told you everything. There was nothing left to say," Allen said as he tried to maintain his calm tone, not wanting the other to sense that he was already panicking. He swallowed nervously, seeing darkness surrounding the two of them. The silver-haired teen fidgeted in his position, wishing that time would just stop. He hadn't expected to end up like this.

"No, it's not like this."

"Stop it, Kanda. There is a limit to one's patience, and I surely do not have one tonight," Allen hissed as he warned him to back off.

"Neither do I. In fact, I have been bearing this for three whole fucking years, and I need answers. NOW." He seethed, gripping his shoulders so hard that it hurt. Allen winced as he glanced at Kanda, wondering why he was in such a fury. The more he thought of it, the more he felt that something was amiss. This was definitely wrong. Kanda wouldn't behave like this. Not to him.

"What? Would there be something that makes you, Kanda Yuu, look back? You won't. There is nothing that holds you back at all. Nothing," He hissed.

"Don't talk to me like that, Moyashi," Kanda growled lowly, dark sapphire eyes glaring angrily at him, but Allen did not intend to stop talking.

"Did I say something wrong? You are self-centered, arrogant, and nothing holds any significance in your heart..."

"I said, stop it."

"You are a jerk, a badass and a bastard who thinks so high and mighty of yourself..."

"I am warning you, Allen. Drop it." The raven-haired man seethed, obvious that he was already at his limit of tolerance when he called Allen by his name instead of his nickname.

"You think nothing of anyone but hindrance which would cloud your decisions. You are one with no emotions. You feel nothing. The only thing you holds dear is your so-called pride as a samurai, which I think is the stupidest thing I have ever heard in my life -"

His mouth stopped and he froze as he heard a loud crash slamming onto the wall. Blood was slowly oozing out of the deep cuts at his fingers, dripping onto the ground. Short breaths slowly escaped out of his lips and silver eyes widened as he saw the expression Kanda was making. It was not anger. It was beyond rage.

"I hate you." He spat out cruelly. The dark sapphire eyes flashed angrily, meant for him to see. It was so cold and so distant, and his heart clenched slightly at this hollow feeling he got from him.

Allen knew. He already knew this from a very long time ago. It was only supposed to give him a numbed and uncomfortable feeling. Kanda had always said that sentence to him almost every day. Clearly, he was wrong. Standing in this silence, being exposed to this damp coldness from the winter season, the stabbing pain was more evident than he expected to be. It hurt, so much more than that night when he left.

"If you hate me, why are you doing this? Why are you...holding me back?" Allen asked in a softer tone, pleading Kanda inwardly not to do this. Why did he bother dragging him here and demand for answers regarding that particular night when there was nothing to begin with? He had clearly told him the answer he wanted. He had always hated him. There was no way...

"That is because you are the person that is fucking holding me back!" He yelled. Silver eyes which were already filled with accumulating tears slowly went wide in shock at the words that he heard.

"I couldn't erase you from my mind. Ever since you left like this, I kept thinking about you till it was literally driving me crazy! I also do not know what the hell is wrong with me, but something just struck within me that something strange was definitely happening to you that night, and I have to find answers to it, or else those memories would not leave me alone!" Kanda exclaimed, drawing deep breaths as he walked to the wall and leaned his head against it. Allen slowly looked up, seeing that his face was rather pale, and his voice turned so hoarse and weak all of a sudden. He badly wanted to step up to him and held his trembling shoulders, telling him to stop.

"Who are you to me? What right do you have to make me reduce into this state?" Kanda demanded fiercely as sapphire eyes glowered hardly at him. Tears fell out of his eyes as Allen turned away, not knowing how to face him. He hadn't expected his feelings to become a painful burden for him, something which he least wanted to happen.

"I'm sorry." Kanda frowned. It was the word he least wanted to hear.

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for...for everything."

"I don't want to hear that word ever again!" He snapped loudly. He was getting really tired of hearing that word of apology coming out from the silver-haired teen's mouth when there was nothing to be sorry for. Why did Allen have to act so weak and so pathetic in front of him? Why was he still pressing for reasons when he should not even be bothered with?

Allen just shook his head in silence, his hand covering his face as he tried stopping the tears from flowing. Hearing no response from him, Kanda turned to look at him. He then took his wrist, feeling a slight flinch from the silver-haired teen, as though he was afraid of the touch. As he gently took it off his face, his eyes widened in astonishment at the tears washing that delicate face.

He hadn't thought of taking this too far, yet he had a feeling that he had crossed beyond the line. His hand which was uninjuried twitched for moments, before he knew it, he was slowly reaching out to Allen, wanting to wipe off the tears off his cheeks. He couldn't comprehend his actions and the emotions he shouldn't have which was overwhelming him, but something told him that he had to do this, before it really became too late.

"There you are, Kanda!" His movement stopped as he heard footsteps and a familiar voice coming behind them. Kanda redrew his hand and turned around to face her, while Allen wiped away the tears roughly and looked away. Mandy just stood there, confused at what was happening here.

"Uh...what is going on here?" She asked. Before Kanda could reply, Allen turned and started to leave.

"Where are you going?" He grabbed his wrist and stopped him. As silence filled the air for a few minutes, Allen finally spoke.

"Do you want to know the answer, Kanda?" He knew the answer he was talking about referred to the night when he abruptly left.

"It was because..." Allen tugged at Kanda's coat as he pulled him closer. He leaned against his shoulder and whispered.

"It was because...I love you." And before Kanda could give him a reply, Allen let go of him and walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

It's a little angsty in this chapter, but I think it's necessary, considering that their memories with one another aren't rather good, and they need to confide in with each other to clear up on the misunderstandings that they had. It had never crossed my mind that Allen will be the first one confessing to Kanda, but I think it would be rather interesting to see Kanda's reaction on the "answer" he thought he must know. Hehe, I know I'm cruel, but well...

OOOOOOH I am SO HAPPY to receive such lovable reviews from you readers! :DDD I am determined to work hard and finish this work well! Thank you so much! No words can explain my current feelings right now. I am practically flying! And really sorry for the late update! Common test week is going to be over and you shall expect me to update a little more frequently...well...I hope I can promise on this... And this story is ending in about four chapters or so.

I came across an interesting review which says that my story has the potential to be rated M, which means putting in mature themes into the chapters. How should I say this? It is true that this story can be rated M in future chapters, but frankly, I don't have much experience writing mature themes like smut. I do read M-rated stories (juicy ones apparently, and I love it XDD), but it would be a first for me. I shall put a poll later to see the majority who would want to see smut in this story. I would most likely get a beta who has experience in writing smut for opinions.

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