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Chapter 3: Strange Crushes

"What are you doing?"

Kairi blinked, but didn't move from her crouched position, undeterred by Killjoy's voice over her shoulder as she leaned a little further from the corner she was peering around. "None of your boring business, I can assure you," she mumbled back as she glued her attention on the towering body only a few yards from her.

Within the room she was staring into, Sora was fidgeting and twitching beneath the small fingers of several officers as they fitted his armor to his heavily-muscled frame, this suit more block-ish and grey and making him appear even bigger than his other one. Something akin to a knighthood suit of armor, it molded to his frame perfectly with overlapping slabs of steel, one shoulder fitted with his electromagnetic, miniature cannon (although miniature was comparing it to a tank-sized barrel). He could've been confused as a machine of war than a teenager with a whole bunch of metal strapped to him - although she knew better.

"Oh really?" laughed Riku, seeing him shake his head out her peripheral at her comment. "It must be very exciting spying on Sora. Didn't you say, yourself, that you hate our research department for that exact reason?"

Answering him with an annoyed glower, her thick, pink lips turned down in a scowl. "I have a good reason, unlike those vultures. I've been hanging out with Sora for the past four days, and what have you concluded from those four days, Mr. Prissy Pants?"

Disregarding her glib, he retorted, "That he's uncharacteristically already attached to you and you have way too much energy for an eighteen-year-old?"

He was probably referring to the several occasions when she'd stolen a chair from one of the overly luxurious offices and terrorized the uniformed personnel by seeing how fast she could throttle herself down a single hallway, but she didn't bring it up. After all, it wasn't her fault they had nothing to keep her occupied while Sora blasted away more of those slobbering monsters. "No, that he puts all his attention on me when we're hanging out! I need to see him in action...Sora just being...Sora."

For a long moment, Riku didn't say anything, and Kairi turned to stare at him in curiosity (usually he had his two cents about whatever she was doing, even for the most minimal things), the silver-headed male only smiling in response, his startling sky-blue eyes half-lidded and consistent on her. Still, he kept his eminent opinion to himself (shocking), so she turned back to observe Sora, much like she had intended to do in the first place.

"How is your new room, by the way?" he asked suddenly after another boring minute.

"Only four days late and the fact the window is more like a porthole, but otherwise fine," she replied, having tried to purposefully forget the last three nights as much as she could. Her phobia seemed to have develop a life of its own the longer she stayed awake in that prison cell of a room, as much as her mind tried to reassure that it was nothing but wild fantasy and wide-eyed fatigue. Four blank walls had never seemed scarier before, leaving her day filled with trying to get outside as much as possible (and Riku trying to keep the crazy teenager in line).

Sora snarled sharply in surprise when one of the idiots in blue clasped a buckle too tightly to his wrist, the minuscule female officer jumping back in terror as though the creature would snap out his arm and chop her in half. Kairi rolled her eyes at this (she did that a lot here), even as the beast-man stared at his wrist, tapping the pinched area with his other nail to silently show why he'd made such a noise. The small, blonde officer only trembled and stared up at him with wide, blue eyes, her pale complexion draining of blood in fear. Gah, so stupid. People here were just so afraid of him, and for no freaking reason! Sure, he was big and could squish those black-skinned creatures with a single foot, but when it came down to it, Sora was extremely careful with all of the humans who flocked around him.

That, above all else, is what Kairi noted about Sora's behavior. He could rip up discontented aliens up and down all day, but come time when the armor was put away and he could just relax...he was delicate. More than delicate. He worried more about the way he "handled" Kairi than what they actually did during his off-time; this prompted the girl to refrain from interacting with him for a day just so he could watch him be himself. This, she was beginning to realize, was the exact opposite of what she expected (hoped) to see.

Riku briskly circled around her and entered the room, approaching Sora with comfortable ease. The creature perked at this, physically relaxing at his glorified baby-sitter's arrival, as the official reached out welcoming hands to fix the buckle. Sora responded with a soft hum of thanks in response, cocking his head to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck in an endearing, sheepish way.

Then, of course, there was Riku. As mysterious as the white-headed guy desperately wanted to be (probably had dreams of being a 007 as a kid), he was an easy nut to crack. Unlike the rest of the arrogant masses on this shrimpy island, Riku held no debate when it came to caring for Sora - and she used the word "caring" in strict confidence. It was obvious he was here from the beginning, only beating the creature's age by two years, and the young woman only thing which still left her guessing was she couldn't decide if he had a crush on Sora or if he just cared that much. Just on this side of being like a younger brother, with a few hints of something deeper on the rise. Perhaps since Riku was beginning to realize Sora was pretty much an adult now instead of a thirteen-year-old with superhuman strength and reflexes (think of a tiny Hulk), she could see where the equations added up. After all, she hadn't been here a week and already she was developing some startling (and duly unwanted) emotions for the dark beast.

Raise your hand if you get crushes on weird creatures from space instead of the Homecoming King! Kairi thought begrudgingly to herself, even going as far as to raise her right hand with a sarcastic smile.

Riku addressed the still-terrified female officer next to him. "The reports, please."

Nodding, the young woman hastily made her exit, looking eager to be out of the creature's reach. She passed Kairi, noted her, continued on, then stopped, turning to look at her. "What are you...?"

"Shush," whispered the young woman angrily, glaring at her. "I'm trying to work here."

"But-" started the other.

Kairi gave the female officer a pair of wide, throat-choking eyes, as though trying to show how stupidly enraged she would be if Sora figured out she was perched out in the hall without bothering to say hi to him. At this, the woman zipped her full lips, placing one hand anxiously over her chest. The redhead silently breathed a sigh of relief, making to look back at her "patient", when the bothersome military girl started speaking again.

"Will you walk with me, Ms. Andrews?" she asked, docile.

Quirking an eyebrow, Kairi turned her chin over her shoulder again to meet beseeching, sapphire eyes begging her to say yes. Smothering the urge to growl with annoyance, the teen got to her feet and straightened out her plain t-shirt and shorts outfit, before falling in line beside the blonde as she went to retrieve "the reports". Within the first few minutes of awkward silence besides the clacking of heels - the girl seemed to be having a mental argument with herself - Kairi kept her tense gaze at the end of each hall, wishing she was still staring at Sora instead of wasting her time with whatever. It was as though the woman was trying to decide how to ask something which she felt was overstepping a line (which could probably be anything, considering the her initial mentality).

Then, "Can I ask you a question, Ms. Andrews?"

"Please, dear god, call me Kairi. I have enough of these tight-asses calling me Ms. Andrews that I feel like I'm in the Matrix or something," she started with a tone which seemed to cut through the girl. Who were they signing up these days? This officer didn't seem like she could get through boot camp, let alone through training to get a high-operative occupation like dealing with an alien. "And, yes, you can ask me a question."

Although Kairi's head-strong response seemed to have shaken her, she said, "Okay...um...please, don't be too offended."

"Okay."

"Please-"

"Don't worry about it," grumbled the teen as she looped her thumb through a belt loop casually, wondering if she would have to reassure the other a thousand times before she would finally ask.

Thankfully, she took the hint and didn't beat around the bush a third time around: "How do you, um...how are you not afraid of...him?"

This was a strange turn of events, and Kairi almost skipped a step at such an...abrupt topic. Then, her personality fired up in automatic defense, the girl firmly planting her hard gaze on the officer. "Okay, first off, his name is Sora. Not him. You might not see him as such a strange creature if you pin him with comfortable name. Second of all, the guy is anything but dangerous to humans. He might've had his little...mishap a couple weeks ago, but if you were kept awake for three days straight, would you be a pretty ray of sunshine?"

Cerulean eyes became wide with shock, her small shoulders bunching up as though she was trying to defend herself from Kairi's overbearing personality. Yeah, she'd only been here for four days, and, yeah, she hadn't seen the "incident" firsthand, but considering Sora had saved her life within the first five minutes they met, it was hard to feel bad for these people. After all, what she said was the god-awful truth. She couldn't imagine staying up for three freaking days in a row, particularly when she was practically the walking dead when those end-of-the-month cramps came around, ready to eat the brains at whoever so much looked at her the wrong way. What did they expect out of this poor kid?

"O-oh, I guess...not," replied the officer unsteadily, looking bashfully to her feet.

A strangling pause, then Kairi decided finish the subject on a lighter touch and asked, "What's your name?"

"Captain Namine Akiyama," answered the blonde as they rounded a corner.

"Listen, Namine...you're thinking of Sora totally the wrong way. He's not some big, bad alien. He's like...a puppy with big feet and sharp claws. He knows what he did, and it doesn't help that everyone on this island treats him like he's going to fall off his rocker at any second. It would probably make him feel better if you were someone who didn't flinch each time he sneezed," she said stoutly, patting the other on the shoulder. "I mean, look at him with Riku, even...the guy doesn't want to hurt anyone. He's like a...a...teenager with super powers. That's all. No reason to be afraid."

Namine thought for a second, soft blonde eyebrows scrunching together before she seemed to have come to her own conclusion and nodded. "Yes, okay. I understand," she said, adding a slight smile.

Kairi grinned, wondering if she had done her good deed for the day by converting an officer once terrified by a mere snarl of pain from Sora to someone who would be less shaky in his presence. After all, it was an excellent way to bring the male teenager's self confidence back to normal standards - it was painfully obvious he was so afraid of himself hurting her in any way that she would noticed his hands tremble whenever he reached out to her. Really, it wasn't necessary and, as she said before, the whole dreaded air of this base seemed to only to add to Sora's already destroyed demeanor. How was he supposed to perform when everyone thought he was a walking deathtrap?

Thoughts dispersed when Namine stepped in front a particular door and entered into another astute office clad in leather and gold frames filled with honors and accomplishments. Glimmer glass desks filled with very official paperwork in neat stacks stood proudly in the center, occupied by yet another blonde, this one far more devilish-looking than Namine could probably ever hope to be. Long, slender legs extended out the base of the desk, two strands of golden hair from her temples taking on a personality of their own as her emerald eyes said mess with me and I'll break your flimsy little neck in a single glance, one which she shared with tight confidence at the Captain who approached the desk.

"My, my Captain, what brings you to Administrative?" asked the female, flashing a row of pearly white teeth in a smooth smile.

"The reports for test 1170-12, Lieutenant Larxene," answered Namine firmly, somehow transforming from her trembling form to a powerful representative of the military in a flash. "If you will."

Kairi's stomach dropped, one of those moments surfacing where she had grossly mistaken the blonde's character (and the redhead thought she was actually a good judge of character from the start). Where did this version come from? The Captain had completely shed her previous inhibitions, even ones she felt at ease with showing a civilian like herself, and was now as much of a hardass as Riku. Well, that would be the last time she judged a book by its cover. Now she could see why - exactly - she'd been picked for such a position, although Kairi couldn't understand why this same steadfastness didn't follow through when it came to handling Sora.

"I will indeed," answered the gold bar, not shaking her composure. "Doing favors for Riku, huh?"

"Mr. Black and I are appointed on the same projects," answered Namine without a change in her level tone, "and we lend each other hands to help get the job done."

Riku Black, huh? thought Kairi, a small grin dashing across her lips.

Taking away on her flat-screened tablet, the butter bar shot a glanced in Kairi's direction. "And who is this fine young woman with you today?"

"Kairi," answered the redhead before Namine could.

This provoked a few other heads from the office to pop up with interest, before they were hastily pushed away by Namine's fiery glare.

Larxene, however, was not so easily daunted. "Oh, really?" she asked almost innocently, "And what do you think of our lovely main attraction?"

It was Kairi's turn to offer her own glower to the Lieutenant, both offended and taken aback that the woman had the gall to call Sora an attraction. "I think he's not an attraction at all and you should keep your big, fat mouth-!"

"Kairi," said Namine quickly, her blue eyes flashing in warning.

With a hard swallow, Kairi linked her arms together defiantly and glanced away, her thoughts spinning in aggravation. Everyone else in the office didn't chance it to look up again, but she could feel each of them frozen in shock, staring widely at their desks in anticipation of what the Captain would say. To support the crazy teenager, or keep her silence? After all things considered, despite Kairi being a civilian, those around this stupid base still had to treat her with respect - just as they had to treat her job as legitimately as any other. That, and to think Laxrene could just call Sora whatever she wanted in front of his caretaker - how dare she!

"I would..." started Namine lowly, "highly recommend you watch your tongue, Lieutenant. Considering your last strike, I wouldn't be walking on thin ice if I were you."

That, if anything else, seemed to do the trick. Larxene's sharp green eyes narrowed at the small woman in front of her, as though daring the Captain to push her luck and stir up an ugly past in front of her counterparts. Namine only stared back, however, as still and immaculate as a marble statue. Damn was all Kairi could think, thoroughly enjoying (probably more than she should) seeing the desk jockey being put in her place without the slightest hint of grace. Hah! That's right, you snooty little-

"Those reports, Lieutenant," urged the female Captain, adjusting her sleeve.

Larxene remained quiet, probably boiling on the inside, as she snatched the bleached, boring papers from the printer on the right and handed them properly to her superior. "There are you, Captain," strained the woman, jaw tense.

Kairi had to hold back a snicker which was threatening to break loose, not wanting to tarnish the elegant air which Namine was holding (of course, that didn't keep the goading smirk from her face). With the finesse of a dancer, the young Captain spun on her heel and walked brusquely from the office, Kairi tailing after her and clicking the door shut behind her back. They fell in line again and, after a second of walking together, the two young women exchanged glances and succumbed to a fit of stifled giggling, color creeping back into Namine's cheeks.

"Geeze," breathed the redhead as she stuffed her hands in her butt pockets, "and here I thought, little Captain Akiyama couldn't even look me in the eye...you're the last person I'd guess who'd be afraid of Sora."

Namine's laughter faded, but her smile remained, drifting to the papers in her hands. "People I can handle. They're predictable - particularly people like the Lieutenant you met back there. Which, may I suggest, that you keep your distance from her-" she gave the other a serious expression at this "-Larxene is the type of person to throw you under the bus if she feels like you're in her way, or even just for fun. Although she doesn't know it, I was half the reason why she's stuck in that office instead of in my position, one-on-one with Sora himself."

"A real ass-kisser, huh?" grumbled Kairi with the roll of her eyes.

"And vicious. Just...stay away from her - Riku probably wouldn't like you being near her, too," murmured the Captain discretely. "As it is, I think she would be more damaging to Sora's persona than anyone else on this base."

The teen pursed her lips, imagining punching the woman in the face if she dared tried pulling the same near Sora. To be honest, it surprised herself the way she was already feeling protective over the seven-foot-tall teen, but she had often done that with young patients before. Honestly, it wasn't his fault the way he was and if everyone could be more understanding and willing to work with him, she was sure Sora would become himself again. Struck by a sudden thought, the girl smiled and said, "Hey, speaking of Sora...I heard he's not too fond of water. I wanted to try and convince him to get into the pool with me, but Riku said that they tried last time and he broke down the door. Want to come and help me? I'm sure having two pretty girls there in bikinis might help."

"The pool?" asked Namine, golden eyebrows arching up her forehead in shock.

"Yeah! It'll be a fun exercise about trust and I think if you see him outside his armor, you'll see that he's not so big and scary at all," exclaimed the redhead, once again putting her hands on her shoulders and almost making the officer drop her things. "What do you think? Say yes, please, please!"

"Alright, okay!" giggled the blonde, patting her hands. "I'll do it!"

Oh yes.

Who rode their longboard through a maze of pedestrians on the path like a boss? Kairi did.

"Woo-hoo!" yelled the girl as she avoided another jogging threesome, ignoring the abrupt gripes thrown in her direction.

Such a good choice bringing her set of wheels down to Mexico - and an even better idea going out in the evening, where she didn't have to see Riku's alluring smirk or all of the other's awkward (and sometimes condescending) stares. Here, she, the wind, the trees, the breaths of the ocean, the setting sun...she was calm and balanced here. Anyway, Sora would be held up for another hour before they could hang out and eat dinner and after spending seven hours in those restraining walls...

At least I made a friend today, she thought with an accompanying smile. Despite the fact she wanted to ring Namine's neck in the beginning, the Captain ended up being well worth taking the time to follow her to that office. She was frightened of Sora, yes, but she wasn't so shallow to believe that her perception of him couldn't change and that she had a thing or two to learn about him. As a matter of fact, when they returned to give Riku the reports, she even offered the beast-man a shy smile - which Sora immediately noticed and prompted his curiosity, as she'd trembled before him only fifteen minutes before. Kairi almost wanted to cry tears of joy at the progression, Riku only quirking an eyebrow at how fast Namine changed her tune.

"What did you say to her?" he had asked.

She had only offered him an innocent shrug in return, pretending to be clueless. Riku hadn't pressed the issue, but he was dubious that she hadn't played her part.

Laughing aloud, Kairi surged around a tight corner, feeding off the thrilling pull in her stomach, the adrenaline burning through her system as she neared closer to the fenced-area that was for "training purposes". The vegetation thickened - thin, wiry branches criss-crossing the landscape with tiny, green leaves dusting their bleached bark. Prickled bushes reached out to her legs, slapping small white scratches along her strong calves as she leaned further forward, gaining speed with each second. More and more people disappeared - finally - the true silence of the small island sinking in with welcoming arms. Straightening, the red-haired teen lifted her arms above her head, the wind whipping at her loose, soft white shirt. The star necklace lapped at her skin, its chain tickling her neck as she giggled and brought her elbows down to her sides again. Fingers fumbled for the cold metal, an action which was quickly becoming habit. A reassurance of sorts, discovering herself clutching it when she was bored or tense or thinking of him...

Sora.

Swinging to the left, Kairi skidded to a stop and stepped smoothly from her board, leaning down and grabbing it to hook it beneath her arm. Bare feet touched hot sand spreading from the concrete path, making sure to avoid spare twigs and prickilies as she neared the tide, the afternoon sun's rays soaking through tree limbs and softly touching her bare skin. She could almost taste the salt, gulping a deep, single breath of air.

The young woman dropped to a crouched position, setting her board beside her as she watched the water rise, waves rolling over themselves, soothing away her stress. Leaning back, she settled on her bum, bringing her knees to her chest as cinnamon eyebrows knit together in thought. Again, her hand trailed the expanse of her chest until she found that necklace, that thing which she was becoming more attached to. Foolish, really, she shouldn't allow herself to think this way...no-one else probably thought this way, she assured herself. She'd be the only girl in existence crazy enough to think Sora in this way - not only as a gentle giant - but protective and kind, too, the type of person she'd been searching for. It was a hilarious joke to most; seeking out someone her "whole life" meant only ten years of being forced through foster homes, going from one extreme type of "guardian" to another, only to find them all as distant and otherwise heartless as programmed robots. No, she was drawn to Sora for so much more than a good set of biceps and abs. As strange as it seemed, her brain and her heart (a tag team) had hastily thrown aside the whole alien guise and went straight for the good stuff. The attention, the overly sweet efforts of opening the door or finding and giving her a coat when the bunker dropped in temperature (even if said coat wasn't hers) or even guiding her back to her room each night. Who did that these days? Well, Riku would show her stuff sometimes - as proper as ever - but not always (being a busy government official and crap).

Kairi sighed, sinking to rest on her back as she stared into the vacant, orange-and-pink-tainted sky. No. Normal girls didn't think this way. Then again, she wasn't dealing with "normal" circumstances, so it wasn't necessarily surprising (plus, he was still stupidly hot for an alien), but...he'd dealt with so much in his past, she didn't want to unintentionally hurt him...but at the same time, he was freaking adorable...but, then, how would it even work out...?

"Augh, you're an idiot, Kairi," growled the woman to the open sunset, "and a big, fat jerk. Really, what are you thinking?"

No, she needed to focus on her job (that was what she was here for, right?). It wasn't her right to put such (overbearing) emotions in the middle of this whole thing when -

A shadow suddenly crossed over her, momentarily blocking out her view, and the girl bolted upright, giving whoever a startled gasp. Spinning around with crimson hair flying everywhere, she breathed in relief to see the very person of her interest standing behind her.

"Thinking...?" asked Sora, reaching out his hand for her to take.

Smiling, Kairi clasped her hand in his, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his dark grey hand as he easily hauled her to her feet. In the sunlight, she could see all of his tiny details in the golden glow of the sunset, his frame coming to life in a way she could never imagine. Real. Tangible. Someone she could see and touch. He was in his other armor - the lighter one - and her eyes trailed around his rock abs and his strong hips and his taut legs and his overbearing shoulders. He was staring down at her, patiently waiting for her answer, almost being able to feel him smile through his mask. Like a shy school girl, she laced her fingers behind her back, a faint blush heating her cheeks. Offering him a casual shrug, she replied quietly, "Oh, you know, about stuff."

"Stuff?" he wondered, gently patting the sand from her shirt. Even know, she wished she could dash out and grasp his quaking hands, to reassure him - too personal. No. She couldn't.

Instead, the redhead pondered a second, digging one foot in the sand until it hit cold dirt and then grinned devilishly, poking him playfully in the stomach before darting off to the shore with a giggle. Sora yipped rather childishly, then caught on to her tricks and bolted after her, much faster than she could ever hope to be. Kairi burst into laughter as he caught under her legs and curved his other arm around her narrow shoulders, jumbling her frame in his massive arms. Hands linking around his neck, she allowed him to press her against his hard body, looking more like a child than an (almost) adult in comparison. A strange sense of ease (or she dared say trust) settled in her chest, her stomach an explosion of butterflies and jolting excitement. No, she wasn't supposed to feel this way, or give in to these tell-tale signs of the "L" word, but her heart wasn't listening (or her brain, for that matter). No, instead - like an idiot - she lost herself in his endearing chuckle, in the way he cradled her. She liked being cradled. She liked being cherished.

As Sora drifted from the frothy wash of the sea, Kairi hummed passively in his arms, settling her head down on his chest. Oops, bad idea. Straightening up again hastily, she flushed as she caught him staring down at her, repeating the same sound she had just made with a rumbling tone. He nodded at her, beckoning to sing again. That's right, she recalled from his "official file" - he liked music, didn't he?

"Oh, yes, that song," she said with a grin, making the inoperable mistake by humming a romantic tune. "You want to hear it?"

Another nod.

"Alrighty then..."

Rolling the words over in her head, she materialized the tune in her thoughts and played through the motions, drawing forth the familiar feeling from the pit of her gut whenever she started singing. The lyrics bubbled up her throat and over her tongue, dancing off her lips - much of the way a ballet dancer belonged to her legs, of the way a painter belonged to his eyes, she belonged to her voice. Sora listened, captive, as he settled in the sand, folding his legs so she could sit in his lap. Kairi avoided staring directly at his mask, planting her gaze at the joint where his shoulder armor clasped with its chest section. Her velvety, low voice filled the space between them, probably more than what was right - more than what she should be doing.

She should be standing now.

She should be showing him back to the base.

But - this was good, wasn't it?

Maybe those government morons were looking for him to have a friend, more than anything else? It was definitely good enough reason to stay exactly where she was - where she felt both safe and most comfortable. The lap of a lethal killer - who (and how she was so certain of this fact she'd never know) appeared to be a pacifist in disguise. He was just a machine, wasn't he? Someone to take orders and execute them like a feral dog? Then why did he treat her this way? Why did he run his fingers through her hair...?

They sat there for what seemed both like the shortest and longest moment in the world - and when Sora finally stood, allowing her to stand on her own, he did something she didn't expect: handed her a note. Eager to open it, he shook his head and rested a large hand over her own as though, Not yet.

Peering up at him, she asked, "When I'm alone?"

He nodded, releasing his hold.

Gifting him with a small pout, she nodded nonetheless, pocketing the white paper in the front. "Fine then." Then, she smiled. "Thanks for sitting with me, Sora."

Sheepish, the boy rubbed the back of his neck, waving a hand in the air. No problem, he was saying. He gave a thumbs-up with a pairing nod. Anytime.

Her smiled pulled further up rosy cheeks. "I'll see you at dinner, then?"

Yes.

"Cool," she said, averting her gaze to her feet, now feeling awkward and unsure of what to do.

Then, a hand reached down and she flinched - only for Sora to take an escaped strand of red hair and replace it behind her ear, his knife-like claws barely brushing against her skin. Blushing a deep red, Kairi answered him with an embarrassed, flustered giggle, touching her fingers to her lips. Gee wilikers, Batman. She must've looked like a bumbling idiot, but she couldn't help it - people only did stuff like that in movies, right? Oh man. A girl could get used to this.

When Sora seemed satisfied enough watching her squirm under his calm gaze, he took a couple steps back and then leaped, like, twenty feet in the air and vanished into the darkening shadows of the forest. Gone. Disappeared. Like freaking Dracula of the Night or something.

"Holy...crap," said the young woman with a slack jaw, her hand, again, going straight for the necklace.

Man oh man, she had the strangest crushes.

A/N: Sugary enough for you? ;D A little shorter, but definitely sweeter!

I tend to listen to music while writing (like many others), so I was listening to A Thousand Years by Christina Perri/I Caught Myself by Paramore (and, yes, I know where these songs originate from and don't even get me started, but they're still great songs), but I avoid putting any lyrics in just so you can put whatever cavity-inducing goodness you want.

Well, I hoped you liked it! See you on chapter 4!