The Calm Before...
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario Vampire or any part of its franchise. I would also like to thank lord of the land of fire for giving me permission to write this.
This is a sequel to The Unsealed Vampire story by lord of the land of fire and The Unsealed Vampire: Moka's Revenge by yours truly.
Okay, I know I shouldn't be updating for another full week but I can explain. I wanted to make it so that I would update every Monday. Since it seemed unfair of me to make you go for more than a week without an update without first warning you, I decided to post one now to get into the swing of things.
Also, I have just realized that there was no way I would be able to bring you a 10.000 word chapter every week. I'll be able to make it somewhere between 4000 and 8000 depending upon how inspired I am but no more and no less. I am sorry for having so drastically misjudged.
Now that I am done wasting your time with author's notes, let us move on to the main attraction.
Enjoy:
The alarm rang, and was promptly thrown against the wall, breaking it in the process. Having witnessed the aftermath of his half asleep barbarity from the comfort of his bed, he couldn't help but groan. Where would he get a new alarm clock? Wait, since when did he have an alarm clock here? Memories from last night started to flood back into his mind. He promptly got himself out of bed and scrammed towards his room's bathroom. Once there, he looked into the mirror and recited everything he knew about himself out loud. It was a pointless gesture, given that if he didn't remember who he was, he would be unable to do this. But that bit of rational thinking did not stop him from doing it anyways, the idea that he might forget who he was again scarred him a lot.
Once he was satisfied with the results of his little exercise and having taken a quick bath, he walked back out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist to take a look at his personal room. It was the basic set up for a dorm room here: A mini kitchenette was set up in the corner of the living room, it was separated from the latter by a small counter on which you could set down dishes and eat. It looked a lot like the american style set up for some odd reason, maybe those who built this school were western monsters? Next to the corner occupied by the kitchenette stood the door to the outside. The color of the door was a stark contrast to the rest of the room, it was light brown whereas the rest of the room was painted in white, an interesting combination to be sure. The ground was covered in a green rug that stood out when compared to the door's color, maybe that's where they got the idea for the school uniform? The rest of the living room was occupied by a small white sofa in front of a television set that seemed to predate the nineties in its conception, the two were separated by a coffee table with a glass table top. The window was on the other side of the room, it had a good view of the outside forest that surrounded the dorms save a single path that led to the school building, the familiar desolate autumn landscape was impossible to miss from here. All in all, it seemed like a comfortable place to live, even though it was dwarfed in size and luxury by Moka's majestic room.
The bedroom was an even greater testament to the difference in social status between the two lovers, a twin size mattress laid on the ground, the white sheets still crumpled from Tsukune's fast run to the bathroom. A plastic desk stood next to another window, this one held a perfect view of the... gulp... opposite sex's dorms. Tearing himself from the contemplation of the above mentioned dorms for fear of being caught by some girl unlucky enough to look out her window and officially brand Tsukune as a pervert on his first day back, he went back to examining his room. The only other thing in this room was a closet holding at least seven identical copies of the student uniform. Now was as good a time as any to get dressed, especially since he needed to be out the door soon to get to class on time.
And with that thought in mind, he did just that, oblivious to the fact he was way to close to his window and therefore was putting on quite the show for the female's to enjoy. Lucky for him, nobody saw him, apart from two pairs of emerald eyes that were watching the spectacle in awe.
Moka was all fresh and ready to go and severely blushing at the show her lover was putting on, it had been so long since they had been romantically linked that her natural conservative behavior came back in this situation. Though she wanted to, she couldn't look away, too transfixed by what was happening to even try and pretend like she wasn't looking. Her jaw hit the floor when she heard her Inner self whistle at the show inside her psyche, how embarrassing.
Finally midway through getting dressed, Tsukune's gaze wondered back out the window only to come face to face with Outer Moka's staring. Both locked eyes in this, too awkward for words, moment, sending a still bare chested Tsukune to trip over himself in all the grace he was known for while trying to get out of the window's line of sight. Simultaneously trying to put on his shirt while plummeting to the ground would most probably had best been described by the overused word epic if it had been in slow motion. Since it wasn't, it was simply comical enough to get both Outer Moka and Inner Moka to laugh out at the absurdity of his situation, the way he cowered away was extremely endearing to the vampires watching... all three of them.
Kokoa Shuzen had been going about her day as she normally did when she caught sight of none other than the last person on Earth she ever wanted to see, Tsukune Aono showing up in her line of sight brought back a number of conflicting emotions she had desperately been trying to bury for more than a month now, he was so getting his head bashed in for this.
That is when she realized he was only wearing a towel and was unaware of her watching him. Before she could turn away and be decent enough to give him some privacy, he undressed, she couldn't turn away now. Her eyes had forever burned the sight in front of her into Kokoa's brain, she had fallen in love with an unconscious idiot. The show didn't last long after he realized his mistake and struggled to get away, resulting in a full on fall. That last part was slightly endearing but he was still going to get his backside kicked for being so careless. Wait, if she started beating him up over that, he would know she saw it. She couldn't allow him to know, she would never be able to live that down, and she wasn't about to admit he had affected her either. If he so much as suspected what she felt, she shuddered to imagine how a lower being would parade that knowledge around. Getting the attention of a vampire? Oh, she could see the headlines from here. And to top it all off, this would spur an investigation from her mother who would then find out that that lower being was the third person she hated most in this world. Hence, there was a chance he might get in trouble and be killed because he would be too short-sighted to... No, this wasn't about him, this was about her pride. Yeah, that's it, her pride as a vampire, not at all her feelings, no sir, not one bit. She was a terrible liar when dealing with others, so imagine how futile it felt to lie to herself and fail so miserably at it.
Both Moka and Kokoa took their bags and left their dorm rooms, both deep in thought on their trip to school. Moka planted herself at the beginning of the path, intent on waiting for Tsukune and teasing him a bit about his silly move this morning. Her conservative stance had been washed away after the show and she wanted to tease him a bit now, it would certainly be a fun discussion on their way to school. Kokoa, having been faster than her sister, didn't meet her on her way out and instead went further towards the school to wait for her sister, just because he was here didn't mean she wouldn't be able to enjoy being around her favorite big sister. In fact, that might be the only thing capable of distracting her at this point, her accidental prying had sent her mind into some very dirty places, places she was incapable of getting out of without her big sister around.
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Somewhere else in Japan stood a nicely dressed man, his long black hair cascaded down to his shoulders and his mustache and goatee were moving about and his face contorted into various shapes associated with different emotions. Issa Shuzen was in a bind. Gyokuro had stopped trying to actively kill Akasha, which was a good thing. However, she seemed to be falling into some sort of depression. He was worried about his wife's health. Sure, she had tried to do commit unspeakable horrors but he still loved her, and seeing her in this state pained him deeply.
She had lost Fairy Tale, she kept in contact with a few well placed moles within the group but that was it. Her role as leader had been challenged and her position had been taken over by Miyabi in her absence. At that last thought, he began to burn in rage. If there were two things he couldn't tolerate, it was betrayal against one's own group or family and using underhanded trickery to get your way. Opponents had to be loyal in times of combat or they were not fit to be looked upon with respect, so being stabbed in the back was arguably the worst thing a person could do in Issa Shuzen's book.
How could he put some life back into her? Putting her back in Fairy Tale was out of the question, they couldn't have a repeat of what happened last time. There had to be some less dangerous way to make her happy. Something that would keep her from lounging about the castle in a state of despair, but what? This was maddening. He just considered himself lucky that Akasha wasn't in a similar state at the same time, he would never be able to make both of them happy at that point. Then again, Issa seriously doubted it was physically possible for Gyokuro to continue to be depressed if Akasha was as well. And no, that last idea was not even an option.
He couldn't help but smirk while looking out over his courtyard from the comfort of one of his many halls. As much as they denied, they were both so alike sometimes, both of them thrived on love and... that's it! Spending a little more time with her might make it all better. Sure, it wouldn't make her as happy as some of his other options but that was never going to happen.
His thoughts wandered back to a particular time during which he had had a very interesting conversation with Akasha regarding her motivation for a better future in that very courtyard he was looking over right now, he had told her he would gladly live with her in a new, more accepting, human world. Now that he thought about it, that was around the same time Gyokuro's attitude towards Akasha deteriorated. Could she have overheard them? How foolish of him, how could he had not realized it until now? Gyokuro hated Aaksha because she assumed he would leave her for the other wife, she believed she would lose what she loved and cared for.
He had always assumed that Gyokuro loved him enough that he would be able to move to the human world and she would follow. Apparently, when he assured Akasha he would go with her, Gyokuro seemed to think he was admitting to loving her more, a grave error on her part. He would have to show her her mistake. But he still couldn't believe it had taken him more than a decade and a half to see the source of the problem, he who always prided himself on being attuned to his family's needs. In the end, it appeared he still had much to learn about what his clan required. It seemed Socrates was right after all, admit to knowing nothing and you were on the first step towards knowledge and Truth. No matter, he would rectify his oversight very quickly. He could only imagine how Gyokuro felt: Broken, empty, betrayed. That last idea made Issa cringe and squeeze his gloved fist. If there was one thing he despised, it was betrayal, and to imagine he had inspired that sensation.
He began to walk decisively towards where Gyokuro would most likely be, on the other side of the castle where Akasha was currently. How had he convinced the two of them to agree to stay in the same castle at the same time, who knew? Akasha was more than easy to convince, Gyokuro had been more of a challenge. But there would be time to reflect on that later. For now, he had to go and make things right with Gyokuro. And what better way for them to all put their differences behind than by visiting their children during parent's day tomorrow at Yokai Academy? Akasha was overjoyed at the prospect, perhaps Gyokuro could tag along too, she could be quite the motherly figure when she tried.
Without hesitation, he stepped through a large corridor that led to where his blonde wife was idly staring out the window, wallowing in self pity. Imagine her surprise and joy at seeing Issa come to her for the first time in who knew how many years. And her shock at what he had to say to her. Don't get me wrong, she still hated Akasha with every fiber of her being but after that little chat she had followed by a more... private reconciliation, she felt like a new woman. Better than she had felt in ages, the last time she was this energized was when he proposed to her. If this wasn't in the top 5 of her happiest days on Earth, it came in pretty close.
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Having getting everything together and making his way to the door, he couldn't help but look back and reflect upon his newly acquired room. When he was last here, he had been forced to move in next to Moka's room, halting any chance he may have had at fraternizing with anyone else apart from his master. This was the first time he had ever set foot in this room, so how did all his stuff get here? No doubt the Chairman had a hand in this. He supposed he should be angry at him but, after freeing him from captivity, Tsukune just couldn't muster the rage necessary to loath his actions. He was slightly annoyed that the Headmaster had taken such an interest, sure, yet that was easily tromped by the fact that most of his memories from Hell were now blurry. There wasn't a doubt that it was his mind's way of trying to cope with what happened, however that didn't exclude the possibility the Exorcist had had a hand in that. Good thing too, if not, Tsukune was pretty certain he would a drooling mess on the floor, death was a more preferable option to spending the rest of his mortal life in that state.
Outside, students were moving about, all heading either to a dorm to pick up a traveling buddy or walking to the school while keeping to themselves or chatting happily with present company. Some were cordial enough to even wave at Tsukune, if only they knew that the one they were waving at was in actuality the scourge of the monster world as Gyokuro Shuzen had so nicely described him during her little speech. Reaper was still very much a myth among monsters, the fact that none of them knew who he was ensured he would not be torn to pieces for having blown up a relative or some other nonsense like that. Yep, leave it to monsters to get worked up over something so trivial.
Once outside the dorms, he noticed that the sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly, a nice change of pace compared to the usual cloudy overcast that hanged over Yokai Academy. Of course, that didn;'t solve the creepiness factor in the least. Then again, if it did, Yokai might lose some of its appeal and... What? He was thinking like a monster now? He couldn't believe he was about to think the word personality. Face it, from a human perspective, this was a dump.
That last thought made him take a look at the Holy Lock still dangling from his arm and sadness overcame him, Could he still be considered human? Sure, he still looked human but the idea that he may no longer be the same as the rest of his family did leave a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he should never have come here... No! If he never had come here, he would never have met Mokka. How could he consider himself to have lived a full life without meeting Moka? Bad things happened, sure, but he would never regret meeting her, never for as long as he lived.
At that point in time, he rapidly came out of his self contemplation after feeling his Moka sense tingling. Okay, I'll admit, he no longer felt her presence through the familiar bond since it was violently yanked from him but there was another foolproof way to know if she was close by. A method any semi-intelligent creature could use that had a near 100% success rate. How, you ask? Well...
"She's so cute!" One of the students exclaimed.
"My life is worth living again!" Another yelled out in adoration at the pink haired vampire standing nearby.
"Is this what Heaven is like?" They were all standing in a circle around her, giving her her space but still close enough to make her feel very awkward, That wasn't what bothered Tsukune though. Outer Moka had a bad habit of stress eating when she felt uncomfortable. He wanted to help her out and kiss her hello but not being a blood bag for so long has been rather nice, all he wanted was one more day without being forced to suffer anemia and he would be fine. Maybe he could dodge her for a little bit and meet up with her in class where he was sure she wouldn't drain him.
No such luck, Moka's food detector was on and he had already been spotted. He backed away slowly as Moka walked towards him with a cute smile on her face and a hungry gleam in her eye. Dear God, she was going to charge!
In an amazing feat of dexterity and physical prowess beyond the means of any simple mortal, she gracefully leaped up into the air before plummeting towards him with her arms outstretched and an expression of pure joy on her face while at the same time screaming out his name in a very enthusiastic manner. All he could do at this point was close his eyes and pray he would still have enough blood to make it through the rest of the day.
Surprisingly, the impact wasn't as hard as he would have expected, she was extremely light. She proceeded by gracefully latching on to his neck and unceremoniously sunk her fangs into his exposed neck. It didn't hurt that much, also, he figured that if Moka really wanted his blood, he could part with it every so often, it wasn't like he wouldn't be able to make more.
Moka was in a state of pure bliss, nothing could compare to Tsukune's blood. One thing was for sure, she would never be able to go back to transfusion packs now, she was hooked. His blood, despite a slight change that was barely noticeable to her highly enhanced palate, was just as delicious as she remembered. The texture was perfect, the taste was a little sour this time though. She would have to make sure he ate something a little more sugary next time. All in all, no complaints apart from that, this was blood some vampires could only dream of tasting.
The sight was met by a whole lot of crying, cursing and threatening on behalf of the male student body currently staring at the two love birds. It was a pathetic sight than to see them break down in front of the two. That is, until one of them had finally recognized Tsukune, he had been away for quite a while.
"Hold on, guys. He's just her familiar." The unknown student yelled out in the crowd, a collective sigh of relief escaped those present. However, Inner Moka heard them in the distance. They thought they were worthy of her? Not a chance, only one person here was worthy of her affections and her Outer self was currently snacking on him. Time to crush those losers and teach them their place. She told her Outer self that she should kiss Tsukune to thank him properly, Outer Moka in a state of blood induced euphoria was much easier to convince than regular Outer Moka and she did just that.
Tsukune was feeling a little dizzy when she finally pulled away, he was thankful it was over. Had she taken anymore, he would have just gone straight back to his room and slept the rest of the day off, missing his first day back in the process. He noticed she hadn't let go of his arms and was watching with a euphoric smile without saying a word. What was she planning in that cute little head of hers?
He didn't have to wait long for the answer. She suddenly plunged towards him and forcefully kissed him, the sensation was... glorious. People were crying out in protest but he was too far gone into the kiss to give a damn about them. If this was her way of saying thank you, he would make sure she snacked on him a lot more in the future. Pretty soon, lips were parted and their tongues danced around each other, it was borderline indecent. Scratch that, it just became an indecent public display of affection. Meanwhile, the unknown student was being beat up for having given his fellow students false hopes. A couple others were off into the corner openly weeping and praying to any deity that would listen to rectify this travesty and restore order to the Cosmos, a less poetic way of putting it would be to say they wanted the two to break up.
Inner Moka was extremely pleased with this, it had been harsh but they learned. If only Gin was capable of learning that lesson, it would have saved her a lot of grief. But the feeling of that kiss was the perfect way to start the day. Happy with the results, she turned her attention to what her Outer being was focusing on. She had since then broken the kiss and was looking at Tsukune with concern. He had a strange gleam in his eye, it was almost hungry looking.
She was right, during their little exchange of saliva and affections, something else got thrown into the mix which brought out Tsukune more basic vampiric needs. Some of his blood found its way into his mouth and he was savoring the taste, now wonder she kept wanting to drink his blood, it was capable of putting some of the top Cordon Bleu chefs' dishes to shame. Suddenly, a wicked thought crossed his mind: If this is how he tasted, how did Moka's blood compare?
"Oh Moka." He softly called out in a sickeningly sweet tone. Outer Moka was still completely clueless as to her lover's plan.
"Yes?" She replied, feeling very uneasy about this strange situation. He was licking his lips, why was he licking his lips?
"You sure smell good..." Inner Moka had just caught on as to what her future blood mate was planning. He couldn't be serious. No, she had to be wrong about this. At this point, Outer Moka was begging her Inner persona to share her suspicions as to what he was going to do.
Alas, she never had time to reply, for Tsukune beat her to the punch as he dug his fangs into his lover's neck. That last action elicited a small yelp of surprise from Moka, she had not been expecting this. She squirm under the foreign sensation. Wait. This wasn't so bad after all. As for Tsukune, well, he was addicted. His blood tasted alright but hers was the best damn thing he had ever tasted in his short life. All of a sudden, not being entirely human was alright with him. You can imagine how the rest of the assembled monsters reacted: A lot of screaming, death threats and wails of despair filled the air. And a collective hatred for Tsukune Aono was born which quickly receded, if he was feeding off a vampire, that meant... Maybe it was best not to mess with him. Wait, could a vampire even make another vampire her familiar? Something was very off about this, but nobody dared to ask.
The two were oblivious to what was being said and thought as they finish their breakfast and went on their merry way, completely ignoring all other students present. Inner Moka was planning to repay him in kind for pulling that little stunt, it was kind of pleasant, oddly enough. At least he was sensible enough to lick the wound to heal it, that had sent shivers down her immaterial spine just as it did Outer Moka's. Was this what he felt every time she fed on him? How was he capable of holding his urges back for so long despite such strong stimulation. Then again, maybe she just reacted to it differently since she was a vampire.
Outer Moka was much less composed and analytical about it. It felt good, thus, it would happen again. Regardless of how much she would have to push for it, she would be drinking him a lot more often and she expected him to dig his fangs into her just as frequently. That last thought brought a smile to her lips, she may be becoming just a little bit perverted after all. Yet if it perversion intended for Tsukune, she didn't mind it at all.
Tsukune was conflicted. He enjoyed it, oh did he ever. Still, once the euphoria wore off and he was left to realize what he had just done, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt despite the fact that Moka seemed to enjoy it.
For a fleeting moment, no more than a half a second, the world around him changed. It was too quick to see precisely what was in front of his eyes but he could have sworn he saw bloody meat hooks and burning trees in the distance. It deeply disturbed him but he carried on regardless, making sure to not let Moka notice he was worried, he didn't want to cause her any grief today. Curiously, his guilt was the least of his worries now. After dismissing what he just saw as being a fabrication of his sick imagination, he threw it back into the confines of his mind. In reality, he should have been more concerned about what his mind came up with. You'd think he of all people would know.
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Kahlua didn't like her job right now, not that she ever did. Ever since her mother was ousted, Miyabi had taken over and been engaged in skirmish after skirmish with the HLF, neither group seemed to be able to get the upper hand. So she was called in to clean out a human squad every so often. When Gyokuro was in charge, Kahlua wasn't forced to go after them too often but now that was all she did. Thinking about Tsukune no longer helped her, she was destroying what he had built with his own two hands. How could she take comfort in his memory when she was annihilating his dream? Orders were orders, though.
Something changed about the HLF in the last few days, they became much more vicious. They had begun bombing monster population centers for no apparent reason, there was no method to their madness, only the desire to destroy. The occasional rare soldier that would opt to talk over committing suicide had only confirmed her fears, Reaper was out of the game and someone else was in charge. The only info she could come up with about the new players was that it was a smaller group composed of high ranking members dubbed Scythe. Ugh. Why did their names have to be so grim?
Every HLF soldier she came across claimed Reaper was dead, but he couldn't be, there was no way. That was why she was still at Fairy Tale at all, she was searching for anything that could point to his location. So she kept obeying Miyabi, hoping she might find a clue as to where he was.
Oddly enough, Akua was doing the exact same thing. Why? Kahlua had no idea but they both were going out of their way to find any clues concerning him. They would sometimes cross paths and compare notes, not that it helped any. Reporting to her mother about what Miyabi was up to also had put a strain on her search.
Alas, they would have to relent for a few days, tomorrow was parent's day over at Yokai Academy and the entire immediate family of the student was allowed to show up. Maybe seeing Moka and Kokoa would get her mind off the last couple of days and her unhealthy fixation on the brown haired youth. Yes, a family reunion would be just what she needed to relax a bit.
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Kokoa was pissed, there was no other way to describe her. Here she wanted to get her mind off that stupid half breed by spending time with her sister and here he showed up with her clinging to his arm. How dare she... No, how dare he monopolize her sister's attention like that. Yeah, this wasn't jealousy about her sister getting to spend time with him. As I previously stated, a terrible liar.
At least she was able to hide her inner turmoil as Moka finally noticed her and brought Tsukune over to talk to her, her big sister's face had since beamed up in happiness. Kokoa couldn't help but wonder: What did she expect? Last she saw him, she kicked him in the jewels after he threatened to bomb the boat she was on, she doubted they were even on speaking terms. But if her sister wanted to talk to that inferior being, she would humor her. What came next surprised her and confounded her to no end.
Moka formally introduced Tsukune to her. After doing so, the brown haired teen took a step forward and extended a hand in greeting. "It's nice to meet you, Kokoa. I hope we can be friends." He sounded so genuine in his desires.
She looked over to her sister questioningly, said sister was sending out the most hopeless pleading look she had ever seen, her unsealed big sister would never stoop so low as to act in such an undignified manner. Fine, she would play along for now, but she had better have a good explanation as to why he couldn't remember her. To be completely honest, it kinda hurt to think she had made such an unimportant impression on him during their first meeting. No, she kicked him between the legs, you don't just forget that. Moka had better be able to explain what was going on.
"Yeah, sure." Her reply was less than enthusiastic but it was enough for Tsukune's face to beam up. Hard to imagine this was the same guy who promised to blow up a ship full of vampires. After shaking hands, they set off towards the school. Tsukune and Moka were in each others arms. Kokoa didn't comment for she was too busy thinking about why public monster enemy number 1 was here, and why he was suffering from amnesia.
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They got to class just in the nick of time. Strangely enough, nobody commented about his prolonged absence, seemed it was normal to them that someone might disappear and reappear out of the blue. Even his old seat was still his, right in front of Moka's.
He sat himself down on his chair just as Miss Nekonome walked into the class and began her class which quickly transformed into a cat related lecture. He caught something about cats in modern literature before he started to gaze out the window and fall deep into his thoughts. Every so often, he would feel Moka poke him with a pencil and urge him to listen to the class, she quickly gave up after several attempts. He only really came back when his subconscious mind had picked up something that might be somewhat important.
"Remember, tomorrow is parent's day so I expect to see many of your parents here for this occasion. Alright?" Tsukune noted that she was still as upbeat as the first day of class, it was part of the reason he liked her class so much, her good mood was contagious and except for very rare cases, he would follow. As for parent's day, he had no worries, there was no way his parents were attending for obvious reasons. All he had to do was sit back and relax, nothing to worry about. Who knows, maybe he would get to spend some time with Moka like during last year's parent's day.
Moka had since sunken deep into her chair, she had completely forgotten that parent's day was tomorrow. She knew they would be showing up but it had slipped her mind. At least her mother was going to be there so there would be damage control, she just considered herself lucky that her sisters wouldn't be showing up.
'As some of you might already know, in order to maximize the school's good exposure, the entirety of your immediate family is welcome to spend the day here."
And Moka's luck just ran out. This meant that the entire Shuzen family was going to be at the school, and her mother would be expecting to see Tsukune, too. This spelled disaster on a massive scale and there was no way she could avoid it. She had to remain calm, somehow, things would work out.
"Hey, Moka?" Tsukune had since turned around and was trying to grab his lover's attention.
"Yes?" Despite the sense of impending doom, she remained cheery. Maybe it was nothing to worry about.
"Will your family be showing up tomorrow?"
"I think so." Moka did not like where this conversation was going at all.
"Okay. I'm looking forward to meeting them." She was trying so very hard not to panic. This was going to be a disaster and she knew it. Little did she know her little sister was having the exact same thought in another class. Tsukune Aono was going to be meeting the Shuzens, again. And this time, he was going to remember meeting them, all of them...