Hey, happy holidays everybody! As you can see, it's me, With Death Comes More Death, and I'm back with yet another new chapter for your eyeballs to enjoy reading.

Now, before I begin rambling on about all the other stuff I want to talk about, I have to say that I honestly don't think this chapter is anything too special really. Hell, I'm sure some of you might see it and see yet another filler chapter, or something, and I wouldn't blame you if you did see it that way. Outside of doing some character-building, this chapter doesn't really get anything done in terms of plot progression (which will happen next chapter, I guran-fucking-tee it), so it technically is just a filler chapter. I mean, I guess the better term for it would be a transitory chapter, as I am using it to start the transition over to the next arc I have planned, but that still doesn't change the fact that this chapter doesn't get much at all done and I just wanted to say that before you start typing it in your reviews.

Unlike what some of you may think, I am aware of what I'm doing when I write. I don't just randomly put ideas onto a page and expect it to stick. Every sentence I write for a story, I put a good amount of thought into and if I don't like it, I take it out. Like, I've reached a point where I'm pretty much looking over every sentence I type out at least three times, just to make sure I worded everything out right. Now, I know that I've probably already told you all this before, but I just wanted to make that clear once more.

Why? Well, last chapter, I got a fair amount (not a lot, but I received it nonetheless) of criticism for how I portrayed Kaneki last chapter. More specifically, people asked me why I decided to make him seem like a crybaby bitch. Each time, they would bring up the argument that he acted so much more badass in original series. Now, if some of those people would stop hiding behind the anonymity of a guest review and let me actually respond to you individually, I would tell you, politely, that I know and what you just told me is your view of Kaneki. Please respect the fact that I see a character in a different light than you do. Thank you.

Now, my ranting done, I have to thank you guys. At some point after this chapter goes up, I have probably achieved my dream of having a story of mine reach a thousand favorites. That sweet, upper-echelon that not many get to reach–to hit that mark would validate the almost two years of work that I've put into this story and I'm happy to finally reach it.

So, to celebrate that and also the two-year anniversary of this story's creation in two months (my update schedule just so happens to match up with it), I've decided to do something rather special. I'm planning on going through and re-writing/updating each and every chapter of this story, up until the point I got myself a beta-reader (so pretty much chapters 3-8).

Also, I'm going to write a new little side-story that I've created specifically for TG-R: Prism, if any of you still remember what that is. Look for it. You're all going to enjoy it, trust me. It happens to involve the TG universe immensely and I know that there are some of you who've been wanting to see that.

You guys get all of that extra stuff AND the regularly scheduled chapter for that cycle, so y'all going to be getting a great deal of content when late-February comes by.

Oh yeah, quick little thing before I go into the mandatory disclaimer, first person to tell me where I got the name of this chapter from gets something fake from me as an reward, as it is an allusion to something out in the real world (Chyna, you don't get to participate).

-Mandatory Disclaimer-

Trying to come up with something for these is really starting to get tiring.

-Chapter 16: Two-Headed Boy-

Ruby sighed tiredly as she threw herself onto her bed, allowing the cushy surface to conform to the contours of her frame. She lay there for a moment, staring up at the white ceiling above her, before rolling onto her stomach and groaning into the mattress under her. "Man…today really sucked."

"You can say that again, sis," Yang replied, trudging over to her own bed. She let out a soft sigh. "You can say that again."

A lot of things had happened in the past few hours. If Ruby had to make a list of the most eventful days in her life, she'd have to put the past few hours somewhere at the very top.

First, there was what happened with Penny, and finding out she technically wasn't human. Then, there was the fight with Torchwick, who somehow managed to get his hands on a robot with a whole bunch of guns on it. Then, after that, there was that happened with that 'Neo' girl and the arguments that broke out after it, most of which centered around whether or not Kaneki was really loyal to them. Then, at the very end, after all of that, there was the talk they had had with said half-ghoul.

Ruby had seen him act like that in the past-the one and only time being when he lost control of himself and attacked Penny at the docks-but having that past experience didn't do much to help her get through what she had seen today.

To see someone like Kaneki-someone who could stare down a Deathstalker and somehow manage to come out the scarier of the two-look so deathly afraid of something...It made her feel as though someone had drilled a giant hole out of her stomach; a hole that only expanded more and more with every word that had come from his mouth. The things that Kaneki had said…

Ruby shuddered. Just the thought of things like that actually happening to someone was enough to make her sick to her stomach, but having to accept that Kaneki had to live through such things…even worse, for ten days straight...

Kaneki…Ruby rolled onto her side, the mental picture of the half ghoul shaking uncontrollably slipping into her mind. It's just not fair…

He may not have been specific, but Ruby was no fool. What Kaneki had implied was horrifying in its own right. What did he ever do to deserve to have something…well, something like that to happen to him? Nothing, absolutely nothing. That's what he did. No one, not even the baddest of the bad, could ever deserve to go through all that, but Kaneki of all people? He should've been the last, the absolute last person on that list. For some reason, for some reason, he was the one to have to go through such things.

Why? Ruby didn't know, but honestly, a large part of her didn't want to. Why even try to justify something that she already knew was utterly unjustifiable? It would be nothing more than a waste of her time and energy.

"Hey, lil' sis, you doing okay?" The sound of Yang's trademark worried voice pulled Ruby away from her thoughts. "You thinking about what happened with Kaneki?"

"Yeah…" Ruby muttered, pushing herself up to a sitting–already anticipating Yang's next move. Doing as she had many times before, the oldest of the two sisters walked over to the younger's bed, jumped on, and plopped herself down next to the latter. Less than a second after that, the blonde had her arm wrapped around the younger sister's shoulders, pulling her close and making it so that Ruby's head was resting on her shoulder.

For a while, the two of them remained in that position, simply trying to find some solace in each other's presence. "Ruby…" Yang began suddenly, only to trail off. It was a moment before she continued. "Do you know what Kaneki was going on about earlier?"

Not having the energy to respond with words, Ruby simply nodded her head against Yang's shoulder, which garnered her a couple of pats to the side of the head.

"Did you want to—?"

The young leader shook her head against her sister's shoulder, leaning more of her weight onto it. "No, not really. I just want to sit here for a bit."

For a moment or two, Yang was dead silent. Glancing up to gauge her reaction, Ruby felt that all-too-familiar stabbing pang of guilt pierce through her chest when she saw a curtain of yellow-blonde hiding violet.

"Y-Yang…?" She said hesitantly. "A-are you—?"

"—So it was that bad, huh?"

Ruby's eyes widened p. Lifting her head up from Yang's shoulder, she asked, "W-what do you mean?"

"What happened with Kaneki, it was that bad, huh?" Yang raised her head up from the ground and stared out at the wall in front of her. "I've never seen him that shook up before, so what it was must've been pretty bad, huh?"

"Yeah…" Ruby replied, her silver eyes finding the spot that her sister's eyes had just left.

Dead silence filled the air between the two of them once again; a silence that wasn't broken, even when Yang suddenly stood up from her position on and strode over to the door of the room.

"Um…Yang, where are you—?" Ruby began to ask hesitantly, but was interrupted before she could finish.

"—I'm going to go check on short-stuff, see if anything's changed," Yang answered, a determined edge lining her words. This relieved Ruby immensely: she had believed that she had angered the blonde with what she said. "You try and get some sleep in the meantime."

With that, Yang opened the door to their dorm room and walked outside, leaving Ruby all by herself to try and make sense of what she had learned today.

Kaneki didn't know when it happened exactly, but it seemed that, at some point, consciousness had left him. All that he was able to remember was Blake asking him about his hair color, and then…

Pain. Lots and lots of pain.

Not the phantom pains that usually accompanied the memories of his time with Yamori. No, this pain was very, very real. It was almost as if he was back in that terrible room, having to relive every moment of his bones being crushed, skin being torn apart, and muscle fibers being forcibly ripped in two.

The only other time that something like that happened was when—

"Ah, there you are." The all-too-familiar sound of the half ghoul's own voice rang in his ears, which caused his eyes to shoot open. "Looks like all my noise finally paid off." A sheepish chuckle followed soon after. "Sorry about that, by the way. I couldn't think of any other way to get your attention."

Eyes darting over in the direction the voice had come from, Kaneki found himself looking at an all-too-familiar sight.

"You…?" He breathed, pressing the palms of his hands down onto the ground and pushing himself up to a sitting position. His grey eyes narrowing and fists balling, he growled, "You did that?"

In response, his dark-haired counterpart had the gall to smile and nod his head.

"W-why?"

"Why?" The being that Kaneki now knew to be Haise Sasaki didn't hesitate in throwing his words right back at him. "Didn't I already tell you why? I needed to have a word with you, but I didn't know any other way to do it, so…" He spread his hands helplessly.

Ken could feel himself become more and more agitated with every word that came out of his counterpart's mouth, so much so that he had to actively hold himself back from lashing out at him. "What? That's your reason?" He could barely keep himself from throwing his head back and letting out a bout of sardonic laughter. "Don't you know how much—?!"

"—that hurt?" Haise finished for him, that sheepish smile of his growing a tad bit wider. "Yeah, of course I know. What? Don't you remember?" He tapped his right index finger against his temple. "Well, I certainly do."

Memories of lying bleeding on the ground flashed through Kaneki's mind. Despite that, he scoffed, averted his gaze and growled out, "You don't know anything."

At that moment, the half ghoul would readily admit that he allowed his composure slip a bit. He couldn't help it, something in his head just snapped after that.

"Really now?" That now infuriating smile still didn't leave Haise's face as he asked that. It didn't help that he cocked his head to the side when he did so. "Well, I suppose I don't then."

Silently, Kaneki glared at his counterpart, wondering just what in the hell had gotten into his other self. Pushing himself to his feet, a question that sounded much more like a snarl slipped out from his mouth. "So, what exactly did you want to talk to me about?"

Haise didn't answer him verbally. Instead, he spun himself around on a heel, looked back over his shoulder, and gestured with his head for Kaneki to follow.

Knowing by now that questioning the being who resided inside his subconscious would bear him no edible fruit whatsoever, Kaneki narrowed his eyes to display his distrust to his body's original owner. Then, and only then, did he nod his head in response.

It took a moment, but Haise eventually nodded back and began walking forward to some unknown location–an act that Kaneki mimicked immediately after.

Weiss stood outside the door of Kaneki's room, arms were crossed over her chest and body leaning against the wall opposite to the door. She was waiting patiently for her Blake to come out and tell her answers to the questions that swirled around her head.

Everything that had been thrown at her in the past couple of hours… It was a lot to process in that short of a time.

Kaneki… Her view of the door diminished as she focused her eyes onto the ceiling above. What's going on with you?

In less than three hours, her perspective of the young man she could confidently call a friend had shifted dramatically.

Now, the heiress wasn't blind. She knew that her one male teammate was a rather troubled individual. She was able to realize that much about him from the first moment she saw his eyes, but that didn't mean she expected to see him completely break down like he had.

It was sort of surreal, really. To see someone who, for the most part, looked so emotionally put together act so...so fragile. It was almost as if the young man in front of her had been another person entirely. Still, no matter how much it would've made her feel better, Weiss didn't allow herself to think along those lines: that what she was seeing was only a one time thing that would never see have to see again. No, that was a mindset reserved for the weak-minded and delusional, and she was the absolute farthest from either.

There was something wrong with Kaneki. She had always been straddling the fence with that issue, but now, after what she saw, she knew it to be absolute fact. Now, the problem lay with figuring out what to do with that knowledge.

Admittedly, growing up, Weiss lived in a place that was just far enough away from the filth below that, when the wind started to kick it up into the air, she could watch all the garbage float listlessly by without staining any of her fancy clothing. Therefore, was safe to say that she wasn't the most experienced with dealing with someone who was mentally unwell; excluding, of course, favorite butler, who had always seemed more than a little mentally unstable to her, but that was another story for another time.

Still, despite her lack of experience with the subject, her inner problem solver flared up. Weiss contemplated what she could do to help Kaneki with what was troubling him. The first option that came to mind was to have him see a therapist, as it was clear that he wasn't in the best state of mind, both emotionally and mentally; but after thinking about it, she felt it best to file that one under close-consideration.

It's wasn't that she believed Kaneki didn't need to seek treatment from a professional, nor did she think it wouldn't help him. It was more because she knew that the half ghoul would be vehemently against the idea.

Despite his recent display of vulnerability, Weiss knew that deep down, Kaneki was still the same person he always was; or, at the very least, he would still act like he was after today, to keep her and the other three from worrying. He'd put his problems on the back burner and, the idiot that he was, would allow himself to sit in a vat of his own problems, without letting any of them help.

How did Weiss know that? Well, in general, people tended to do as they did usually and hadn't Kaneki been doing just that the entire time he'd known them? Hiding his problems from them, while trying to fix everything by himself?

So, in Weiss's mind, there was no way Kaneki would willingly agree to getting some professional help for his problems. Sure, they could pressure him into going, but would that really help him in the end? Forcing him to do something, when it was clear that he already had problems with valuing himself? She honestly didn't know.

That left Weiss with no ideas on how to help him. The thought of helping him as a team came to mind, but she quickly shot that idea down, as it quickly occurred to her they weren't therapists–they were teenagers, who had no experience with healing broken minds at all.

In reality, what could they tell Kaneki that would actually help him? There were only so many times in which telling him that everything was going to be alright was going to work, after all.

Maybe it's really best to not do anything? Weiss asked herself, allowing her arms to fall to her sides out of exhaustion. The moment that thought came to mind, she despised it. She couldn't stand the thought of it. She wanted to believe that there was something they could do personally to help, but the more she thought it over, the more she was convinced that doing nothing was the best route for them to take.

Shaking her head from side to side violently to keep those kind of thoughts from creeping into her mind, Weiss let out a quiet sigh. Then, right as she covered up her chest with her arms once more and lowered her gaze down towards the floor, she noticed the doorknob to Kaneki's room suddenly twist open.

"So, how is he?" Blake had not expected to be asked that question as she stepped back out of Kaneki's room, hence why she jumped back a bit upon hearing it. Upon shifting her focus to where the question had came from, she found a pair of concern-filled, pale blue eyes staring back at her.

Still somewhat recovering from her earlier surprise, Blake could only blink at Weiss for a couple of moments before giving the girl a response. "Uh, he's fine…" She averted her eyes to the side as she added, "…the most part."

"For the most part?" Weiss added, a high hint of distress creeping into her voice.

Blake let out an exasperated sigh. "He finally managed to stop shaking, though that was only because he eventually passed out."

"Well," Weiss sighed, allowing her shoulders to sag,"I'm really not sure what I wanted to hear."

"What? You'd rather that he was like how he was earlier?" Blake couldn't help but let that slip out in response to the heiress's comment, no matter how undeserved it may be. "That's a little cold, even for someone like you."

In response, and to no surprise on Blake's part, Weiss's concern morphed into an icy glare. "Oh, come on. You know that's not what I meant."

An all-too-knowing sigh escaped from Blake's lips. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry."

We never really patched things up from what happened at the docks…Blake noted idly. She leaned her back on the wooden door behind her, which caused it to creak slightly. Even now, the tension's still there.

Aforementioned tension wasn't as palpable as the last time they talked one-on-one; but then again, their last actual talk was more of a yelling match–a fairly one-sided one, at that–so that wasn't really saying much. A stray cat and dog would have had less tension between them than they did at that moment.

For a near fifteen minutes, Weiss had screamed at her–not just for running away from them, but also for roping Kaneki into something that had nothing to do with him. Of course, Blake tried arguing that he insisted on joining her, but the heiress wasn't having any of that. She continued to blame Blake for what happened to the half-ghoul, swearing up and down that none of it would have ever happened if she had just left running away to running away, and left the White Fang and whatever past she had with them alone. At no point did Blake ever think one of her accusations fair; but still, she found it hard to blame Weiss for any of them.

For all of her posturing as someone better than the average person, Weiss was still very much like other people–in terms of her emotions, at the very least. Someone who was relatively close to her had been severely injured and crippled, so the accusations weren't coming out of her mouth as if they'd been thought upon for days. They were all emotional-very emotional-responses, to a situation she had little understanding of.

That's why, knowing that there was no way she'd listen to what really happened, Blake stormed out from the room and to Kaneki's, allowing nothing to be resolved in between them for the time being. Unfortunately, that time being continued on for much longer than it should have.

That didn't mean that things between them stayed as bad as they were. They hadn't improved much, but they had improved.

Still, despite the improvement, Blake wasn't about to start trying to convince herself that it actually meant anything more than that. They were still far from any sort of resolution with one another. All they did, and all they were doing, was ignore the issue entirely.

"No, don't worry about it," Weiss reassured her after a bit of silence, shoulders sagging slightly while she did so. "I can totally understand why you wouldn't be in the best of moods right now, after all that's happened."

With that, more silence thundered through the air between them, causing more awkwardness to arise and permeate the atmosphere. For a good few minutes, things just remained like that.

That was until one of them decided to finally break the silence. "Hey Blake, do you mind if I ask you a question?" Weiss asked.

"Depends on what the question is," Blake replied, shrugging.

"Do you know what Kaneki was rambling on about earlier?" The question made Blake's entire body freeze where it stood. "I could tell by how you reacted to it that earlier wasn't your first time seeing him act like that, so I was wondering—"

"No, I can't," Blake firmly interrupted her teammate before she could finish talking.

Silence once again filled the air between them. Shooting her a look of shock, Weiss asked, "May I know why?"

"It… I just don't think it's something I should be telling you," Blake explained, making sure to put an emphasis on 'I' as she spoke.

It wasn't that Blake didn't want to tell Weiss about what she had heard at the docks, but it just didn't feel right disclosing such information about Kaneki without consulting him first. It would be like him telling someone about her previous White Fang ties without ever telling her, and she didn't want to do something like that to him.

Weiss opened her mouth to respond, but after a second, she simply closed it again and allowed another sigh to escape from her. "Fine, I'll just ask him when he wakes up then," she stated, uncrossing her arms and letting them fall limply to her sides.

There was another elongated silence. Reaching a hand up and massaging the bridge of her nose, Weiss asked, "Why must the two of you be so impossible when it comes to giving us much-needed information?"

Taken off-guard by her teammate's rather open complaint, Blake blinked at the girl before then letting out an amused scoff and smiling slightly. "Don't take it too personally," she said, sending a wayward glance towards the door next to her. "We don't do it out of spite, or anything."

"You don't think I already know that?" Weiss scoffed. "Please, I know that you two like to act all distant and mysterious, but you guys aren't that hard to figure out."

"Is that so?" A light chuckle escaped from Blake's mouth.

"Mhm," the heiress hummed back in response, a smile of her own beginning to show itself on the corners of her lips.

After that, nothing else was said in between them, only once again reaffirming the point Blake had thought of earlier.

Things between the two of them were getting better. It was just that nothing was being solved.

Kaneki glanced over at Haise, raising his brow to indicate his confusion with what was being shown to him. "I assume that you want me to go up and look through it, right?" He asked, returning his gaze to what he was referring to.

"Mhm," Haise hummed back in reply, closing his eyes as he did so, probably to add onto the cheekiness of it all.

The half ghoul didn't say anything after that, electing to just keep his gaze locked on to what they were talking about, and just stare silently at that instead. All the while, he pondered what he should do next.

Obviously, the best thing for Kaneki to do in this situation was to stay where he stood and elicit more information from his doppelganger; but, then again, there was absolutely no guarantee that Haise would answer any of the questions he asked, asking anything might just be a waste of time.

Letting out a sigh, Kaneki shook his head and began to move himself towards the subject of their conversation, only stopping when he was standing half an arm's length from it. Reaching a hand up and pressing its scaled fingertips up against the the object's surface, the half ghoul was finally able to confirm his earlier assumption about the object to be true.

The thing the two of them had been talking about was a window–just a plain old window that one would see in any ordinary person's home. The only weird thing about it-and this was ultimately the detail that made Kaneki wary of it in the first place-was the fact that the window was just floating in the middle of the air, one-hundred percent independent of anything that could possibly justify why it currently sat eye level with the two of them.

Peering through the somewhat opaque glass, Kaneki found himself looking at what he figured to be a top-down view of something that he couldn't clearly make from the distance it was from the window.

What is that? Kaneki leaned into the window, hoping that, by getting closer to it, he'd be better able to make out whatever it was his doppelganger wanted to show him. Wait…

Leaning in so close to the window that his forehead was almost touching the glass, Ken squinted his eyes at the object.

Is that—?

Before Kaneki could finish asking himself that question, a sudden pressure slammed right into the back of his head. He soon found that the glass was beginning to take up the majority of whatever was left of his avaliable vision.

Fast.

It all went by so fast-so fast that Kaneki could barely even comprehend what was going on.

One moment, he had been looking through a window, down at something that was way too far away to clearly make out. The next, he was lying on the ground, and his face felt as if someone had lit it on fire.

Ignoring the pulsating aching that engulfed his entire body, the disoriented half ghoul pressed his palms to the ground under him and began to push against it. Almost immediately, his limbs, which were still very much feeling the effects of being thrown headfirst through a high-up window, began crying out in protest. Still, he ignored their screaming and somehow managed to get himself up to his hands and knees.

What…He shook his head violently to clear it of cobwebs…What the hell just happened?

"Hey, you okay?" Haise asked him, the question being accompanied by the faintest of tapping noises from his right. "I guess I overdid it there." Another one of those sheepish chuckles. "Sorry about that!"

A crack resonated through the air as Kaneki's eyes shot open, fixating upon his counterpart. His eyes were wide and wild as they stared up furiously at Haise, who was looking down at him, a single knee placed on the ground.

With every fiber of his being, Kaneki wanted to spit slews of curses at his attacker, to wrap his hands around his throat and strangle the life out of his cheeky copy. He was actually considering it, but before he could do so, a peculiar sound hit his ears and drew his attention away.

Is that…? He turned his head to face the direction the sound was originating from. Eyes widened immensely, the half ghoul felt his heart stop beating in his chest when his eyes fell upon what was making the noise.

"Ah, I see you've already found what I wanted to show you," Haise commented, his voice still filled with all of his earlier cheekiness, despite what they were currently looking at.

"Wh-what…?" Kaneki tried to ask, but his words kept getting caught in his throat.

"Oh, that?" Glancing over at his counterpart, Kaneki found that Haise's smile from earlier was gone from his face. "I just thought I'd let you have a little glimpse of what I see everyday."

Returning his gaze back to what they were talking about, Kaneki opened his mouth to say something…anything, but all of the sudden, it felt like rubber cement had dried up inside his throat, leaving him completely speechless. He honestly didn't even know what he could say, much less what to say. The sight in front of him...It was just so utterly surreal, that just coming to terms with the fact that it was there felt near impossible to him.

"You see, I meant every word when I said that you were stronger than me," Haise continued, his voice now lacking any and all emotion. "I truly do believe that you're stronger than me, both physically and mentally."

There, just a few strides away from where the Kaneki knelt, was himself–pure white hair and all–chained with rusty chains to a wooden chair that was all too familiar to him. His head was bound in a way that forced his neck to be bent backwards at all times, making it so that he'd always be looking up at the ceiling–a horrifying emphasis being putting on looking, because of the fact his eyes were being forcefully kept open with metal hooks on string. The very same was true about his mouth, which was currently baring all of his teeth, it was forced open so wide.

"Now, could you do me a favor," Haise's voice sounded much closer than it did before, "and start acting like it."

Suddenly, something grabbed Kaneki by the hair and pulled on it roughly, forcing it so that he was now looking up at the ceiling, very much like how his copy had been forced to do so. "You see, I can understand that you've been through a lot." A chill went down Kaneki's spine when he felt Haise's ice cold breath hit the skin of his ear. "I cannot, however, understand it when someone as strong as yourself chooses to sit around and wallow in self-pity."

With his neck bent backwards like it was, Ken found himself staring up at the ceiling. There, he noticed that there was something shiny and reflective on it, and from what he could see, it was pointing right down at the seated copy of himself.

"That, that right there." A sudden jerk and the half ghoul's eyes were back onto his copy. "Is what I see every time I look at you."

As he was being forced to stare at himself by his darker-haired counterpart, Kaneki noticed that there was something shiny and reflective on the him that was tied up as well, though much less so than whatever was on the ceiling. Even from as far away as he was, he could tell that whatever it was, it was trailing down the outline of his copy's nose and into his mouth.

"Now, I know you've read as many books as I have." A sudden push and Kaneki was back to where he began: lying face first on the ground. "I'm sure that you'll be able to put two and two together, and figure what I'm trying to say with this."

As Kaneki tried to push himself back up from the ground, the noise from earlier hit his ears.

"Now, you may be asking yourself about what reason me showing you this serves. Lucky for you, I'm about to tell you that reason, right now." There was silence for a moment, and then there was a whispering as loud as any yell. "If you want to work with her anytime in the near future, and I highly recommend that you do if you want to complete that deal of ours...You're going to have to grow up."

Kaneki was finally able to place what the sound was.

"Because trust me, she isn't going to tolerate any of this self-pitying that you're doing. You and however bad your past may be isn't going to mean a thing to her. I know that much from experience."

It was…

"So, consider this your last and final warning about the subject."

…it was…

"I'm letting you use my body and, no matter how much stronger than you are than me, it's still my body, and I can take back control any time I want. So..."

…gurgling.

"Grow. The fuck. Up."

-Chapter End-

So, that's a wrap. I burned myself out writing the first half of my chapter's notes, so don't expect this one to be long at all. I'm pretty much just going to say one thing and leave.

Bye…

I am done now.

*leaves*