Just to clarify an extra something about the ages, Ryo and Bakura are both 19 with Ryo being the older twin while Marik and Melvin are both 18 with Melvin being the younger.

Also, I'm so disappointed with the lack of Zorc/Seto in this fandom! I mean, it's basically canon. One has a dragon penis, the other has a dragon fetish; it is perfect logic!

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again. - Maya Angelou

Ryo's breath hitched in his throat. His name? Why, the usually shy male had completely forgotten his own name. Who was he to be kissing a stranger so passionately- so desperately? Clearly that other person had not been Ryo Bakura: a shy boy with long snowy hair, innocent brown eyes, pale skin, a meek demeanor, a soft voice, but most importantly, no lustful desires. The person sucking face with another man so deeply had been someone much more bold, strong, sensual, and completely out of his mind. Oddly enough, Ryo still felt like those traits were still him deep down just … not at the same time.

"Well?" Melvin growled impatiently. "A name, do you have one?"

Ryo could not quite muster up the words, but he managed a small nod, reverting to his timid self. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath and thought about the question for another moment. Ryo just could not think and look into Melvin's expectant eyes. When the smaller male gazed into the stranger's agonizingly familiar eyes, the typical answer to the question died on his lips. Like there was something else he needed to say.

Melvin growled again, and Ryo took the hint. "I-it's Ryo. Ryo Bakura," he finally answered. "Who are you?"

That question.* That question was infinitely more complicated to answer than simply "what is you name." What would Melvin say to "Who are you?" Was Melvin simply a name, mere syllables he never even chose for himself that others would have to identify him as? Was Melvin the "child of … " or a description of his appearance? Clearly not his appearance, since he and Marik did look very similar. Regardless, Melvin could not sum up who he was, at least not as he had been before he met Ryo.

Ryo waited much more patiently than Melvin had as he pondered for his answer. Finally their eyes met, and Melvin smirked assuredly.

"I'm your lover."

[M*S]

"I think you should go now," Marik told Bakura. "You and I clearly are not seeing eye to eye, so I do not think anything good will come by your staying here."

Bakura scoffed and turned away. "I'd be happy to go. Meeting you has been nothing but a pain." Bakura was not lying, but something in him felt an unexpected type of pain, almost a longing. Both males felt it every time their eyes met, but neither acted on it. Bakura wanted to leave and never return since the first time he had seen the other when he had stolen the ring, but apparently the gods thought it would be funny to push the two back together.

Marik rolled his eyes as though he did not believe that he should be the one called a "pain," but he said nothing about it. Arguing with the pale thief grew tiresome quickly. "Wake your brother and be on your way. Do not think I will forget about my property, thief."

Bakura uneasily stood up and ignored Marik's claim. The thief knew he should have just yelled for Ryo to save himself his energy, but if his brother was sleeping Bakura had no chance to wake to other with voice alone. Bakura walked to the room with the opened door, and stood shocked at the sight that greeted him.

The shock only lasted a moment before Bakura rushed inside. Marik saw Bakura's reaction and rushed to the scene, catching a glimpse of what Bakura had seen before the two would ruin what was happening between their brothers. Neither Marik nor Bakura expected their brothers to be sucking face with each other; Ryo was on top with one arm around Melvin's neck and another going up his shirt, and Melvin was smirking into the kiss with one hand holding Ryo up by his butt and the other hand slipped in past his jeans. Bakura pulled Ryo off the large Egyptian violently, and Marik slapped Melvin hard across his head.

"What were you doing?!" both Marik and Bakura exclaimed when the two were successfully separated.

Ryo blushed a beet color and freed himself from his brother's grip. "I-I was just … !"

"He was making out with his new lover, and I am trying to get laid," Melvin spat with a spiteful glare at the interrupting siblings. "Care to let us finish?"

"No! You're never getting near us again, bloody wanker! Come on, Ryo. We're leaving." Bakura grabbed Ryo by the wrist and would have dragged Ryo out the door if the shy brother had not began to walk for himself. Ryo had been so dazed by the sudden events, regaining control of his legs took a moment, but he matched Bakura's pace timidly.

Bakura thrust open the door and saw the slight drops of rain failing over the parking lot. The younger twin shook with anger. Of all the things that had to pile up, the gods could not even be creative enough to do something other than rain. Worse was that he rain barely came across as a light drizzle, but in the boys' condition, walking would be that much harder and eventually the drizzle would soak them as any shower would. No one could guarantee that the rain would not pick up along the way, either. Black clouds spread across the horizon from past the college to past the direction of their home. Bakura could vaguely see traces of lightening to the distance that would surely catch up with them along their path.

"Well, hurry up. We aren't staying here," Bakura barked, taking the first step outside the apartment.

"What?! No way, Kura. We can't when things are like this!" Ryo pleaded.

"Would you rather stay here with these wankers?!" Bakura sneered. "I bet you'd want to stay with at least one of them, little slut. Does the thought of fucking while there's a nice view of pouring rain outside turn you on?"

Ryo was hurt. Bakura was not Bakura unless he made snide and crude comments, but rarely had he ever tried to genuinely hurt and belittle Ryo. The insult shot right through the kind brother. Ryo shook his head and refused to even look at his brother as he turned away. "Better him than you. Go if you want," Ryo said so monotonously it was cold.

Bakura scoffed and slammed the door behind him, not saying another word.

Marik and Melvin watched the scene unfold quietly and to themselves. Melvin was the first to make his presence known the the wounded male by lifting up his chin and giving the other a pressing kiss. Ryo did not respond like he had before, but he did not push Melvin away either. The snowy-haired male just reached out and grabbed Melvin's hand as a small moral support.

Melvin noticed the lack of response and stopped the kiss. "So you're just going to stay and not even put out now?" he asked in an annoyed sigh. Melvin had not completely meant to sound as if he only wanted sex, but the fact that Ryo barely responded bothered Melvin on a deeper level than he could not actually verbalized. The question had been as close as Melvin could get to asking the other if he were alright.

Ryo looked at the other in pain, his throat catching his voice. "I-I would never 'put out' so easily! I just wanted to … Never mind. I'll j-just g-go now." Ryo rushed to leave, but barely got the door open before someone's strong grip latched onto his wrist.

"You must be joking. It is pouring outside now. You cannot go out yet." Marik stressed his point by pointing to the large trees being pushed back by the winds. "You really cannot risk walking in that. Your brother should come back, too. Melvin, go get that bastard. He could not have gone far," the smaller Egyptian ordered.

"What?! Why should I go? I don't want him here!"

"Yes, but I doubt that idiot would listen to me any more than you, and you have not exactly made our guest feel welcomed, so you are getting him. He probably is barely at the parking lot."

"Fine. Not like I have any reason to stay inside anyway. Little asshole better not be far away," Melvin grumbled as he left.

Ryo looked at Marik with sad and confused eyes before looking away. Ryo's heart lightened at the thought of someone caring, but Marik was not the one he wanted to care. Marik was close enough, he supposed. "Why would you care if we walked out there? You don't seem like the type that would mind. Besides, it's only a bit of water"

"Water that could get you sick and hurt. Do not be stubborn. Just relax, and we can talk. Even if Melvin finds Bakura quickly, I bet those two are going to argue a good while before they manage coming back. I have been meaning to talk to you, too. I do not even know your name."

"It's Ryo," the pale one answered quickly. "I guess you could call me a slut, too."

"I do not think I could call you that at all. If you were easy, you would have tried to get into my pants by now," Marik winked as he replied.

"I would never!"

"Then stop thinking about it. My brother just pulled you into a situation like that. I doubt you were very in-tuned to your surroundings when you were doing … all that. I am Marik Ishtar, by the way. I am the better twin." Marik lifted the atmosphere considerably with his obvious teasing, and Ryo felt more relieved than annoyed.

Ryo smiled. "Nice to meet you, Marik. You're very different than your brother," Ryo commented not sure what else to say.

"Not as shockingly different as you to Bakura. That man … Is it rude to want to punch him?"

Ryo could not help but roll his eyes at the question. He shook his head and lightheartedly replied, "Not when he deserves it; in other words, go right ahead."

Marik chuckled a bit and nodded. "I shall keep that in mind. You two really are polar opposites. Would you like something to drink or eat?"

"Tea. Any kind you might have will do."

Neither said much else. Marik started to boil some packs of tea he had gotten awhile back while the two waited for their brothers to return. A bang of thunder resounded, but Marik did not worry much. Melvin was made of bricks, and Bakura seemed like someone too stubborn to let the rain keep him down. Marik worried what would happen if Melvin and Bakura started to fight, but the blond doubted they would go too far. Ryo merely sat on the sofa waiting, staring at the door with gloomy eyes.

"You really do not seem like a slut, Ryo," Marik commented seeming out of the blue.

"Uh … what?" Ryo had been in a daze and took a moment to realize what the other said. "I … yeah. Your brother's … a, um, really good kisser. I-I don't even remember getting into that position. We just moved so fast, and I really wanted it, and he really wanted it, and it felt so right, and I can't understand why I let it get so far, yet I can't say I would do it differently if I could. I really never did anything even close to that before. Melvin just … captivated me. I felt like someone that wasn't me took control, and I had no desire to try and regain myself. Do you know what I mean?" Ryo asked hopefully, staring right at Marik with earnest eyes.

"… I may know, but not in the same manner as you."

"Oh, really? At least if you know what I mean I won't feel so crazy."

"No, you are certainly crazy. The only time I know of where a woman willingly let Melvin have his way with her is a bit of time ago, and even then it was with a prostitute."

Ryo's eyes widened at the thought of someone doing such a dirty act, but he refrained from judging the other. Ryo could hardly criticize someone that made him question his own identity. Ryo never longed to be with others except for the few like Bakura, but even his own brother had become more of a need of consistency than longing for his sibling's company in itself. In the most shocking of ways, Melvin slipped past Ryo's façade of happy emotions and got right to the pure and raw state of the teenager. Due to his shy nature Ryo really had always restricted himself with whom he interacted, but Melvin called out a feisty spirit in the timid male. Ryo had so many more emotions in him than he had ever noticed before, and the idea of someone bringing them out thrilled him.

Marik sighed and checked the tea, trying to think of something else to say. "I think he fell in lust at first sight with you. If you never did something like that before, it was probably just a lot of hormones coming out at once. You should not do it again, though. Melvin is nothing less than a delinquent and a psychopath." Marik excluded the fact that even for being crazy, his brother never thought of other men as anything more than punching bags. Even women scarcely phased his interest sexually unless he felt particularly kinky and cruel. Melvin's actions were hard to understand, so Marik saved Ryo the annoyance of trying to figure him out.

Marik noticed Ryo quiet after his comment, but neither one bothered to speak more. The silence was not awkward or spiteful, so both just relaxed and waited until the sound and wailing steam escaped the teapot. Ryo motioned to take care of the tea, but Marik prevented him and poured the hot drink in two mismatched cups.

"I hope that it will not taste as cheap as it is," Marik commented blowing on his a little to cool it down before taking a sip.

"Oh, I'm sure it's fine. The fact you went out of your way to make it at all means a lot to me, Marik. Thanks for being so kind." Ryo took a small sip of the hot beverage and realized he spoke far too soon. The tea tasted like the cardboard container it came from and even smelled just he same. Though Ryo said nothing negative, the expression of pure pain on his face as he drank told Marik all he needed to know.

"You do not have to drink it. It really is that bad. You can pour it down the sink for all I care. This is mostly just to pass the time until our brothers return anyway," Marik explained taking his own advice and letting the horrible tea slide down the drain.

Ryo smiled gratefully and eagerly rid of the tea. "Do you think they will soon retur-"

The sound of soft knocks cut Ryo off by the surprise.

"I guess they are here." Marik went to open the door and stopped breathing for a moment when he saw the two brothers, but more importantly the two hooded figures that held their unconscious bodies.

"Wh-who are you?!" Ryo stuttered in fear as he stood near Marik.

Ryo could make out an expression of confusion beneath the large hooded person, likely not expecting Ryo to speak. The person handed Melvin to Marik and Bakura to Ryo. Ryo barely managed to carry his brother, and wondered how the large man had managed carry both him and Melvin. The stranger scared Ryo near witless, and he could only stand waiting for whatever to happen.

"Hello, brother. I do not think it takes a soothsayer to tell that it is raining and that we would like to come inside," the woman said very calmly. She removed her mysterious beige hooded cloak and veil and held it in her hands. Her hair was a beautiful black color that flowed past her back despite being slightly wet from the rain. Her skin was the same smooth mocha as Marik, but her eyes were hardened blue instead of soft violet.

Marik grumbled something under his breath, but stepped away from the door, dropping Melvin to the floor. Ryo followed lead and let the two intimidating strangers inside and walked to the sofa to drop his brother.

"You should not come unannounced, Ishizu. Not everyone has the ability to predict everything." Marik looked at the woman like he was annoyed, but his eyes were overall rather soft.

"I sensed something was to happen. I worry about you, brother," Ishizu defended still very calmly.

"Nothing was going to happen. You just do not think I can handle myself! You even brought Odion here!"

"Odion is family, Marik. He and I should be allowed to see you without reason."

"Yeah, but you two are never without reason! You always think something bad is going to happen to me, and you suddenly show up when I never need it. I had things completely okay! You do not have t-!" Marik was cut off when Ryo grabbed his hand firmly and pulled Marik to face him.

"You should never treat family like that, Marik. Instead of yelling at them, shouldn't we be trying to find something dry for them to wear?" Ryo pointed to Melvin and Bakura whose wet clothes seeped onto the floor and couch. "If your family didn't come by, who knows what our brothers would be doing. We should thank them."

Marik wanted to argue, but Ryo did have a point, and the moment Marik really looked at Ryo he knew the snowy-haired male won. The blond turned to Ishizu and Odion and smiled warily. "Thank you for taking care of those two fools. How did you know they would wind up in trouble?" Marik asked debating whether or not his sister had a psychic dream, strong intuition, or saw it in tea leaves or some other weird message. When Ishizu's face became even more serious, Marik knew he was missing something.

"You misunderstand my being here, Marik. Finding Melvin and Bakura- I know his name from when Melvin shouted it- fighting was merely a coincidence. I am here because I saw a terrible past rather than a terrible future."

"Since when could you go back to see things?"

"I do not think it has to do with seeing the past so much as using the past as a means to stop an unforeseeable future," Ishizu cryptically explained.

"What Ishizu is trying to say," the large man, Odion, cut in politely said, "is that we came to make sure things from the past do not repeat." Odion had not spoken before and stayed relatively far from the rest of the group, but his powerful yellow-green eyes told the others that he was just as involved as anyone else. Odion completely removed his long hooded cloak and put it on one of the old coat hooks by the door.

Ryo gasped when he saw the intricate scars over half the large man's face. Ryo knew it was rude to stare, but he just could not turn his gaze away. Odion noticed easily, and Ryo looked down in shame.

"You do not have to turn away. The fact that you cannot bear to look at Odion's scars proves that our coming here is justified," Ishizu spoke before Odion. "Young man, I would like you and your brother to leave my brothers alone. Understand that nothing good has come from your meeting and nothing will. Our family has even more scars that you clearly cannot handle, so it would be best if you two never return the moment the rain ceases."

"The hell…?" Bakura mumbled out in a daze. "You can't tell us to leave and stay. You'd have to be as dumb as these wankers to think I'd back off just because you asked nicely," he growled once he gained more consciousness. "You can bet I won't be coming back, but that's because one is batshit crazy and the other is a little bitch."

"Bakura!" Ryo yelled in a scolding tone. "She is only looking out for her brothers. You know it's true that we haven't exactly been good to Marik and Melvin. Why are you instantly cruel to everyone? Marik and Melvin really aren't bad, and Miss Ishizu and Odion haven't done anything wrong."

Bakura scoffed and glared at his brother. "Don't act so authoritative with me, Ryo. You're rude, too. If they are so great, why do you look like you're about to wet yourself in fear?"

Ryo had nothing to say back. Marik wanted to hurt Bakura for insulting his family and Ryo, but he could not bring himself to look at the other male. Marik just wanted the day to end and for everyone to leave. Pretty much everyone felt either annoyed or uncomfortable, the only exception being the unconscious Melvin.

"We are not the ones to fear," Ishizu stated wisely. "The only harbinger of misfortune and chaos is you, Bakura. I ask you again to leave my brothers alone."

"I never wanted to stay. The quicker you all are out of my hair the better." Bakura stood up in fury to leave, but fell on a knee almost immediately from an injury in the earlier fight with Melvin. "Damn it!"

"Bakura!" Ryo yelled out with concern instead of contempt. "Get back on the couch." Ryo tried to help his brother, but Bakura shoved him away.

Bakura winced in pain as he stood again to fall on the sofa. "I bloody hate you all."

"Not that anyone likes you at all either," Marik added in bitterly.

"Marik, you cannot let your anger best you. You do not know what could happen if you interact so negatively with him." Ishizu's voice was firm, but her eyes were wavering in fear. She had not told anyone the exactness of her prediction (she hardly saw anything clearly, so her prediction came from wise intuition), and she hoped that her worries would be futile because nothing bad would happen at all.

"Ishizu," Odion said clearly in the tensing air. "You cannot tell him what he can and cannot do. Marik believes he can handle himself, and we can only try to explain why he is wrong."

Ishizu looked at Odion with stubborn eyes until she relented with a heavy sigh. "Bring the necklace to me, Marik. I wish to show you something."

"Show him something? Don't I get to see it if it involves me? What about Ryo?" Bakura cut in impatiently.

"Please, Miss Ishizu. What could we possibly do that has you so frightened?" Ryo asked in earnest curiosity and confusion.

"Not even I can make out the vision. I see the future, never the past. Somehow you all are linked in a timeless past, and it seems to effect the future only for the worse. I saw scattered blood, and fiery sands, and screaming faces. The rest is a blur without any distinct features to any face or building." Ishizu's hands clutched at her chest as she tried to think of anything more. "The Torc, Marik."

Marik sighed but went to get what his sister demanded. He had not told her that the Ring was stolen, but a least he had the necklace she wanted. Marik took only about a minute to retrieve the sacred relic and he gave it to his sister.

Everyone waited patiently - even Bakura - as Ishizu donned on the mystic item. The shape and smooth gold seemed natural on her slender neck like it was simply destined for her to wear. Her deep blue eyes shut as her hand slid to the whether centered the entire item. The item shined around the eye, but stopped when she removed her hand.

With her knowing eyes, Ishizu turned to Bakura and Marik. The two males instantly lost themselves in a sea of ageless wisdom that neither could tell if Ishizu actually embodied or merely hosted. Either way, Bakura and Marik experienced something that went beyond anger and hatred, but maybe not excluding thereof.

[M*S]

Night fell over the cool Egyptian desert, but sadly silence did not accompany it. Deep within rich, golden palace walls bickering and yelling resonated.

"You can't! You can't, you can't, you can't!" a young boy of about 14 yelled. His honey eyes teared in frustration and sadness.

"I will do as I must, Namu. This is an immeasurable honor, and you will do well to be proud of me. Just think, Namu, we will no longer have to live on the streets scraping for food," a calm but pleading voice responded from a young woman of about 18.

"Don't you think that I would prefer the streets?! What about my freedom, Isis? We aren't meant for royal life and spoils. The reason these people are so rich is because they take most of it from the hard working peasants like us!"

"Namu, that is absurd! The palace guards help all the people and protect these great lands. I have been chosen as a guardian of our great pharaoh and people. How is it that you cannot accept this wonderful rise in our class? No one belongs of the streets, brother. Be happy you can be fed and merry as you like in safe palace walls. We know hard times more than anyone else here, so is it not reasonable for us to stay to help guide the great rulers understand common hardships?"

"Isis … why can't you see that this isn't meant for me? I don't want to live here. You'll always be busy with your supposedly sacred duties, and I'll be left as the riffraff brother. What about all my old companions and friends?" Namu never told his sister about his main friend, but the mere thought of his friend no longer with him sent pangs of pain in his chest. For all his sister's wisdom, Namu could not comprehend why she forced him into such a undesired life.

"You mean the thief boy?" Isis asked coldly already knowing the answer. Namu's shocked expression only confirmed her suspicions. "That boy is nothing good. He is the scum that the noble priests detect evil in he is a vessel for misgivings and cruelties. A thief is no friend of yours, Namu. The fact you insist on leaving the goodness of these fine walls proves that you should not be allowed back into the common public."

"Isis, you can't make those decisions for me! You don't know him. He's more than a thief. He's my friends, and I need him. I need my freedom. I need to work for my earnings. I need to feel the sun on my skin. I need to be like him, open and real. Isis, I-I. …" Namu could not bring himself to finish. How would he finish? With an "I love him"? Namu could not express such an emotion in words; he was too young to even fully comprehend the notions of the expression. Sure, the young Egyptian could understand that he loved his sister, but that feeling paled to what he felt for his friend. Namu could never learn what all the minor differences between love, respect, affection, adoration, and the like really were if he would only ever be shunned by an entire palace of people.

"You are open and real, brother. You more so than anyone else I have ever known. That thief is beneath you; he is sly and untrustworthy. Please, do not let yourself be fooled." Isis deeply loved her brother and wanted the best for him, so she could not see where his stubbornness came from. Isis' intuition never failed her, and it told her that she was doing the right thing by making him stay.

Isis wrapped her arms around her brother and pulled him into an endearing embrace. Namu did not pull away, but he hardly made an effort to return the sentiment. His honey eyes closed to hide his sadness, and he turned away when he felt the hug went on long enough.

"I feel fatigued, my sister. I will return to my chambers to rest now. Goodnight," Namu said behind him as he walked away.

"Goodnight, my brother. Sleep on what I have said," Isis called out to the retreating form. Her intuition was changing for the worse, and she feared what he gods had in store for her brother. She could only pray that she was doing the right thing for her only family. Isis knew that becoming a priest was the most righteous path for her to take to help her people, but for her brother? Though realization was slow, Isis could tell she could not lead Namu's life any more than she could control the wind.

"You should not worry about him," a deep voice from behind said.

Isis turned to see a large bald man with markings on his forehead standing calmly by one of the large support pillars. "Shada. I should have sensed your being here."

"My apologies, Miss Isis, but you looked so distress. I want to tell you that I can weigh your brother's soul a thousand times, and it will always be pure. For one who can predict the future, you fail to notice that you have little to fear. Please, let him be."

"I understand, Shada. Thank you for your support. I do urge you not to eavesdrop next time."

A very rare and very small smile spread across Shada's face. "Next time notice when you are being eavesdropped. Sleep well and may the gods be with you." When the large man finished all he had to say, he politely took his leave.

Namu reached his room, but felt no welcoming from it. Even with lavish furnishings and grand structure, the room seemed empty and poor. The only comfort Namu appreciated was a small pile of soft cotton and silk as a sort of bed to relax. Namu laid himself face down on the sheet of silk as a few small tears fell from his eyes. "Akefia, for such a great thief, why aren't you here to steal me away?"

[M*S]

Only Ishizu, Marik, and Bakura actually saw the ancient scene. Odion and Ryo waited patiently as their siblings' still bodies just remained as they were. Even Melvin began to stir into wakefulness and remained relatively patient as well due to the grogginess.

"That … certainly was not what I expected to see," Ishizu commented unsure of herself for once. She expected a scene of pain and sin, not of a sibling bickering that greatly resembled her own circumstances. The gods always worked in mysterious ways that she supposed not even she could predict, but nevertheless the situation just did not make sense to her. Why did they see that of all things?

"Please, Ishizu, leave me be. I have much to think about to the point I do not even know what to think. Give me time and leave for now."

"We should listen, Ishizu. Marik can take care of himself until our next arrival. For now let us take leave and let him sort himself out," Odion added.

Ishizu said nothing more. The only female in the room remained even more oddly silent than usual, lost in her thoughts. In her daze she forgot to even return the sacred necklace back to Marik. She and Odion left without words of goodbye for knowing that they would return sometime later.

So in my defense, Ryo is clearly gay; screw what LK says! I had really wanted to ask a person in my class on a "date" or whatever the weekend after the 31st of October (our Extended Essay that decides whether or not we get our diploma is due then). Last year we had a little heart-to-heart and he told me how he felt shy around girls a lot. I thought that was natural and said it didn't matter to me since I'm open enough with people for the both of us. Anyway, he has a boyfriend now, and got him the weekend before I was going to ask. My argument? I demand that if I cannot even get the chance to ask him out because he's gay, then Ryo better give me eye candy because in the manga he openly admits being around women makes him uncomfortable. I demand all men that are shy around women, yet that make for good yaoi be gay as a consolation for me. Make sense? Good, I think so, too. *sigh* I'm sorry for ranting. Just … kinda bummed me out.

I know this was a lame chapter, but I liked parts of it. My favorite scene was the beginning, but that is likely because I get to share a fragment of such a crucial philosophy of mine. I LOATHE when people ask for who I am when they really only just want my name. To be frank I think it's rude and stupid. I would likely go over some word count here if I ever tried to fully rant about my thoughts of someone's "self."

And yay for another flashback! This flashback takes place even before the last one. So much in this chapter feels like a filler to be perfectly honest, but I know my style better than that. In one way or another, a lot of details in this chapter will come back to bite me in the butt.

REVIEW/COMMENT please! I'd be eternally grateful. Yeah. Please. Pretty please