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Dorogoy - Rus - My Dear
Yoni - Hole
Chapter 22
"Wow. This car is bigger," Alfred said as he studied the monster before him. "Who's driving?"
"Me!" Shree yelped excitedly, but Ivan grabbed her by the neck. "Oh, no, dorogoy, I remember exactly what happened when I let you near my car last time."
Shree bit her tongue sheepishly. "Aw, Ivan, I'm sorry," she singsonged. "I won't do it again.
"Don't be cute, Shree," Natalya said, and chucked her bag into the car. "I'm going to sleep. Eliza, do you want to drive?"
"I thought Matt wanted to drive," Elizabeta said, and looked to Mathew questioningly.
"Let the awesome me drive!" Gilbert yelled.
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha - No, bro," Alfred said, shaking his head. "You ain't driving, not with that bladder of yours."
Gilbert upturned his nose into the air in disdain towards all of them. "How unawesome," he said, and climbed into the car.
Matt joined them, carrying his bag. "I'll drive, if it's okay with you, Priest Ivan."
"I do not mind, comrade," Ivan said. "And please, let us not be so formal."
Matt smiled, and handed his bag to Alfred, who sat in the shotgun seat. All of them climbed into the car, but Matt stopped Shree before she sat.
"Umm, Shree, hey," he said shyly, and all Shree could think of was how cute he was.
"What is it, Matt?" she asked, turning around to face him.
He rummaged his pockets, his face pink and concentrating furiously on the task at hand. Shree looked at his face, wondering what he was upto, then stared at wonder when he brought out a small garland of flowers, with the prettiest arrangement of flowers Shree had ever seen - and she had seen a lot of garlands in her lifetime. Violet, white, red, yellow, orange, blue, pink - there were so many colours in the garland, but the colours had been combined to be complementary to each other. Instead of being utterly chaotic, the colours flowed into one another in perfect harmony.
"I saw some of the priestesses making garlands," Matt said quietly as Shree admired the garland, "for the prayer ceremony. They saw me staring like an idiot," he chuckled, "so they called me and showed me what they were doing. They let me make one, so...may I?"
Shree looked at him, startled, and saw him holding up the garland. "Huh?"
"It's like a bracelet," he said, and it took Shree a couple of moments to look away from his gorgeous smile and understand what he had just said.
"Uh? Yeah - oh - Yeah," she whispered, holding up her hand, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as he tied it around her wrist.
"I saw you walking to the temple then, and I figured I'd make it for you. And all the colours...they reminded me of you," Matt said as he tied the last knot to secure it around her wrist. "I know it'll wither away in another day or two," he said, his fingers lingering on the skin around the bracelet, "...and you will probably have to" -
Matt stopped talking as Shree reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He stared at her, watched as a smile bloomed on her face and said, "Thank you. It's beautiful."
Resisting the urge to fling herself at him and give him more than a peck on the cheek, she turned around and walked around the car to the driver's seat.
"Yo," Alfred said as she sat in the seat. "Where's broski? Is he going to drive?"
"No..." she said. "He...something came up."
"Oh," Alfred said. "Pretty bracelet." He watched as Shree turned tomato-red, and understood. "Present?"
Shree narrowed her eyes at his tone. "Oh, shut up. And ask your brother to get in."
"Why don't you ask him yourself, doll?" Alfred drawled, but before Shree could yell at him, the back door opened and Matt got in.
"Comrade, please don't let her drive," Ivan pleaded.
"Oh, I don't think he's in a position to say anything," Shree muttered. Before Alfred could ask her what, Shree revved the engine, and drove away.
The air suddenly turned miasmic, and the ones who felt it immediately were Alfred and Ivan, whose demons grew alert. Nat, Shree and Matt felt it moments later, and even Gilbert and Eliza sensed the difference, even if they didn't feel it the way the rest of them felt it.
"What is that?" Matt asked, looking at the tense faces around him.
"It's a Yoni. Literally, that means 'hole', but we use it to describe open patches in the separation between the Realms," Ivan said. "It's common to have such patches here and there - it is made by anomalies in the flow of energy in the Realm."
"I've read about it somewhere," Matt said thoughtfully. "Wherever the energy current of two adjacent Realms crash, it forms a Yoni. Priests and other spiritual beings of other Realms use them to travel between Realms."
"If it's natural, it doesn't feel that way," Eliza said slowly. "It feels extremely unnatural."
"It's not," Shree said from the front as she manouevered another pothole. "Usually the Yoni is big enough to allow two, maybe three creatures to pass through, regardless of which Realm they're from. This Yoni is big enough for maybe a hundred members to pass through, or at least fifty members. That's why you can feel the presence of the Yoni so strongly."
"Speaking of large Yoni," Ivan said," your city is one big Yoni." When Matt, Gilbert and Eliza looked at him in shock, he continued. "You wouldn't sense it, since you were raised there or have got accustomed to it. But your city - Fitzgerald - is entirely resting on a Yoni which can easily allow the passage of some thousand members through it."
"If this can let a hundred members pass and you can feel it so strongly, the energy blanket of the Yoni under Fitzgerald can be felt all the way to the surrounding countries," Nat said quietly.
Matt, the first to comprehend, looked to Nat. "You could feel it till your temple in Senchessy," he said.
Nat nodded, and looked out of the window. "The worst part is," she murmured, and only Alfred and Matt could hear her, "that the Yoni in Fitzgerald was never supposed to be there. It's all wrong."
"What?" Gilbert asked, unable to hear what she'd said, but had still heard her murmuring.
"Nothing," Nat muttered, but what she'd said had a profound effect on both Alfred and Matt.
"I feel pukish," Eliza groaned, and rested her head against the seat of the car in front of her.
Ivan turned around and looked at Eliza. "Where does it feel bad?" he said.
Eliza raised her head, and clutched her stomach still tightly.
Ivan tuned completely, and stood his knees on the seat. He motioned Gilbert to ease her back into the seat, and after Gilbert did so, he loosened her grip on her stomach and gently moved her hands away. He placed both his hands on her stomach, and closed his eyes.
-o-
What do you want?
'This woman is reacting to the Yoni.'
This is an abnormally powerful force.
'Only she reacts like this.'
It is countering the energy she carries within her. The man and the demon's brother will also react the same way in a short while. Take them away. You, the demon and the priestesses stay back.
...
You have a plan. A cruel end, if it does not work.
'Not all lessons are kind.'
Not all lessons need be cruel. He need not learn the way you have.
It is a test, then. And all tests are cruel.
-o-
"Shree, stop the car."
Shree and Nat looked at Ivan, who spoke in their common tongue. "What? Why?" Shree asked, continuing to drive.
"Alfred and I will get down. You drive them away from the Yoni - their bodies are reacting to the current within the Yoni. They are probably still tuned to the energy current in their home city. Before they become sick " -
"What do you mean by you and Alfred will get down?" Nat asked slowly.
Ivan couldn't lie to her. "I wish to introduce a practical aspect of his training" -
"That's like saying there's a theoretical part to your training," Shree said.
"Are you guys talking about me?" Alfred asked innocently, unaware of what they were saying, let alone what they were talking about.
But Nat was aware of exactly what Ivan was upto, and what he meant. "You are going to let him fight the demons on his own, aren't you?" When Ivan didn't respond, Nat growled furiously. "And what? He'll die, Ivan" -
"I'm his teacher, Natalya," Ivan said quietly.
"You're being sadistic, an f the boy doesn't even know what you're throwing him into" -
"Natalya!" Ivan exclaimed quietly, but his tone was that of muted violence. "If you let your attraction to the boy blind you, I am no one to stop you. But if you let you ill judgement affect other's assessment, I will warn you to stop before you cross any lines you should stay behind. Do not question me, and do not put me in a position where I question you."
Matt turned to Nat, who looked like she'd been slapped. He turned to Ivan to say something, but the man looked so far removed from the rest of them that it was frightening. And his eyes...
His eyes were devoid of emotions, of humanity.
"Shree," Ivan said, his tone flat and hauntingly blank.
Shree stopped the car, and turned to Ivan. "I will keep the rest of them away from the Yoni. But if Nat decides to join you, then I will not stop her."
"Your kindness warms my heart," Ivan said in the same tone as before.
"Get out of the car before I slap you," Shree said flatly, keeping her rage at bay as she turned around and sat in her seat, doing everything she could to keep quiet when Ivan told Alfred to get down from the car, and Alfred did as he was told.
It was at times like this that Shree struggled to give in and believe that somewhere fundamental, Ivan had given up his humanity to be a complete, terrifying monster.
"What are we doing here?" Alfred asked as the car drove away, leaving them behind. "And where are they going?"
"Your brother and his friends are finding it difficult to adjust to the current of energy in this Yoni," Ivan said, "since their body in still adjusted to the current of energy of the Yoni in your hometown. all of them will begin to feel nauseous if they stay within the Yoni. I asked Shree to drive until they reached the edge." Well, he wasn't lying, technically.
"Oh," Alfred said.
"And we're staying back for a practical class."
"Practical class?" Alfred said, frowning, but whatever more he wanted to say was forgotten when a chill went up his spine. He knew that feeling all too well.
Death. Death was standing behind him.
He turned around slowly, and saw a army of...things...what the fuck was that?
"That looks like the hate child of a beetle who fucked a human in the dick," Alfred said.
"Language, Alfred," Ivan said. "That does look very disturbing, though."
"Good Lord above," Alfred swore. "I have to fight those? Nuh uh. I'd rather surrender" -
"Look at them through Tony's eyes, Alfred," Ivan interrupted, and Alfred silently bit his tongue. With a sigh of disgust, he changed his senses from human to otherworldly. And what he saw made him cry out loud. "The hell?"
"What do you see?"
"They're just energy forms! That...fucked up body is just a shell!"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because the only energy in that shell is in the limbs...the core is hollow."
"Hoe many of them are there"
"...around 300."
"Okay, then. Go."
Alfred shook his head, and his vision snapped to normal. He spun around, shocked. "Go wha" -
Ivan grabbed Alfred by the hips, and yanked him towards him. Before Alfred could gather enough breath to squeak in surprise, Ivan just smiled before lowering his mouth to his.
Alfred's eyes nearly popped out of his skull, and made the mistake of opening his mouth to scream, allowing Ivan to invade Alfred's mouth with his tongue. Alfred raised his arms to punch the fucking daylights out of the man, but Ivan grabbed both his fists while working on his mouth.
Oh good lord in heaven...but the guy could kiss.
Alfred felt himself growing hot, and he felt his knees growing week. His mind rose with rage and indignation, but the man...he could feel himself reaching, reacting, reciprocating, and he couldn't do anything about it.
Ivan's tongue went in and out, and his lips pressed against Alfred's, squeezing and releasing. The man tasted clean, and Alfred could feel a slow heat being generated within him, starting from his loins and spreading through him.
Alfred pushed against Ivan's mouth, and remained in a state of suspended shock when Ivan drew back, and opened his eyes.
"Don't...do that..." Alfred panted, shocked at the state of his voice. Ivan grinned slyly, and reached down again, licking at the trail of saliva that had dribbled down the side of his mouth. Alfred could do nothing but breathe heavily, trying to get his senses together.
"Do that again," Alfred said, "and I'll fuck you with your own dick."
Ivan grinned. "You're compliant, comr" -
"I'll fuck you with your dick wrapped in sandpaper."
Ivan grinned wider. "I think I'd enjoy that."
"You're sick," Alfred said, and turned around. "You're sick in the head."
Ivan looked at the seal he'd managed to scribe on both of Alfred's wrist while kissing him with satisfaction. He wasn't as heartless as Shree and Nat thought he was - he wasn't going to let Alfred die. "Get through all those demons on your own, comrade, and I'll stop with my...sexual harassment."
"What an incentive," Alfred muttered, and felt energy pounding through his body. Ivan watched as Alfred transformed before his eyes - his hair flashed red and gold, a mass of flames that was as alive as the heart that beat within him. Gold and red zoomed across his hair and disappeared at the tip, moving in rhythm to the thrum of energy within. An aura enveloped him, the boundary between him and his aura blurring. Ivan felt the waves of his energy rippling the current of the Yoni's energy, and was truly impressed.
Alfred was powerful.
He zoomed away, a flash of red and golden, and Ivan silently watched. But was he powerful enough?
He felt a mass of energy wiped out at once, and felt some more energy being cleared out. Ivan smiled. Alfred was having fun. If he continued at this rate, he could finish up in another -
Ivan frowned. This was bad.
There are more emerging from the Yoni.
Ivan's lips tightened in a firm line. 'He can handle it' -
You cannot sense it now, but the energy of the Yoni is countering the demon's energy flow. Outside the Yoni, he would take ten minutes. Within the Yoni...
-o-
"He won't last five minutes."
Nat looked at Shree, digesting all that she'd told her. "You're saying it's a suicide mission?"
Shree pressed her lips into a thin line. "I don't like this for one second, Nat. He could easily take care of a thousand of those demons within minutes. He's going to be drained of energy, and fast."
Nat looked at the car. Matt, Gilbert and Eliza were all queasy and nauseous by the time Shree reached the end of the Yoni. After asking them to remain in the car, the two of them set up a spiritual barricade, changing the flow of the energy within the barricade to match Shree's. The two of them stood outside, and Shree told Nat everything that was happening within the Yoni, her prowess and extent of spiritual energy second only to Raj's, and third only to Om's.
"Does Ivan know?" Nat asked.
"Lucifera would have told him."
-o-
What will you do? He can last for five minutes before he turns back.
Ivan crossed his arms, and thought. Even as Alfred cleared out fifty of them, another hundred appeared in their place. And if nothing else, his body would start feeling the weariness, albeit very weakly, right about then. But...
'He will last for eight.'
That is a gamble. A cruel gamble.
'He will not die.'
He might.
'He will not.'
You are a cruel man.
Ivan smiled. 'And you are my cruel mistress.'
-o-
"What the actual hell?" Alfred groaned out loud. "Tony, what's going on?"
There are too many of them, Alfred. In place of one, two appear.
"That's fine. What's wrong with us?" Alfred asked, but before he could hear Tony's reply, a punch landed squarely on his jaw, sending him flying for a few seconds before he caught back his balance and straightened midair.
It's this energy...it moves against ours.
'And?' Alfred asked mentally, engaged yet again in simultaneous combat with twenty demons.
It is stronger than our energy, therefore it causes resistance in our flow. To over come this, we expend energy in the form of heat -
'Like resistance in electric circuits?'
Precisely.
'So...what do we do?' Alfred asked, growing more frustrated as time passed. 'I put down one of these assholes, and three more jump up! What the' - Alfred cried out when one of them landed a kick. His balance lost, he couldn't defend himself, and the twenty odd demons took their chance.
A barrage of claws and feet attacked him all at once., like hard weapons made of steel. Alfred cried out, grunted in pain, his body throbbing all over. He closed his eyes, his frustration building until -
"Aaaargh!"
-o-
They all watched as a brilliant flash burst in the sky, its energy radiating in waves that dragged everyone to their knees. Those unfortunates close to the epicentre burnt to vapours within seconds, and the remain demons burnt to various degrees.
Shree and Nat from afar, and Ivan within the Yoni, felt multiple energies, in the hundreds, disappear at the same time - some wiped out within seconds of touching the brilliant golden explosion of raw energy, others fleeing through the Yoni, abandoning their burning, disintegrating bodies.
And the sound accompanying the golden blast...it sent chills through all those who heard it, the sound of a yawning abyss opening, revealing a darkness reflecting the darkness of the one who dared to look in, a prospect so terrifying it could stop one's heart. It was a roar of absolute terror, a roar that chilled one's blood to ice. It was a roar of rage, of pain, of a guttural emotion that was as primal as the need to survive.
The stead glow of light pulsated brilliantly one last time, and died down, its intensity reducing to nothing within a few seconds.
Nat's eyes adjusted to the normal light, and she saw Alfred's body in mid air for a few seconds, his head and arms lolled away from the rest of his body. And then, that long moment ended, and he plummeted to the ground.
"Alfred!" Nat screamed, the sight of his falling body snapping her out of her haze. Ignoring Shree's startled yell, she sprinted towards where Alfred was entering the energy field of the Yoni.
It didn't affect her body - her internal energy could easily adjust to the external energy flow; the product of her priestess training. Her hand absently rubbed against her forearm, and she realised that the amulet that sensed Alfred's mental state had tightened so much it had cut off her blood supply to her arm, and when he'd fallen unconscious, it had loosened immediately, all at once.
She jumped over a fallen branch, and hit the ground running, only one thought running in her mind.
'Alfred.'
He is unconscious.
Ivan didn't respond as he walked towards Alfred's fallen body - he had sensed that the moment his body had released the final surge of energy. "He managed to change the flow of energy in this Yoni," Ivan said out loud. "Do you know how many people can do that in this Realm?"
Your people are terribly weak.
"But this one is not," Ivan murmured, stepping over the scaly shells the other Realm creatures had used for bodies. He looked away from the bodies, and what he saw stopped his heart's beat.
The few demons who had survive, albeit barely, were holding Alfred's unconscious body, dragging him across the ground. And when Ivan's heart began to beat again, multiple things crossed his mind.
He could feel Nat's life energy rushing towards them. The Yoni had reduced in size, and could allow two, give or take a few, creatures at a time. Its energy's grip had reduced as well, probably because of the reduction of the Yoni's size. Demons were getting up slowly, inhabiting bodies which were slightly more better off than other bodies. and they were all moving to do the same thing -
Get Alfred through the Yoni.
Ivan...
She rarely used his name, Ivan realised absently, through the haze that seemed to envelop him. What are you...
'Oh, you know.' The energy within Ivan changed course, and he felt the tattoos on his arm come to life. 'Restrain level: 2.'
So be it.
-o-
Nat froze. Her body could adjust to an external energy, but the thrum of energy that emerged from where Alfred was was an energy no one in their right mind would get adjusted to - one of the ways the energy she was feeling killed was by manipulating the internal energy of those around, changing it until the energy flow turned negative, disabling the function of biological cycles in the body.
'Alfred.'
Nat's feet picked up, and she ran, literally stumbling into the clearing within seconds. And found herself standing opposite the Yoni's entrance, with Alfred to her right and Ivan to her...
Nat's jaw slackened at the sigh of Ivan. His eyes were closed, and his entire body thrummed with a purple aura. His silver blond hair was streaked with purple, and his face displayed strips of purple, red and black. His expression was so peaceful, that it almost looked like he'd fallen asleep on his feet.
Nat wasn't fooled, and neither were the demons.
A presence grew behind Ivan, and Nat was shocked that Ivan had removed his restraint to one of the lowest levels. A woman, swathed in purple leaning to black, walked from behind Ivan. Her skin changed from alabaster white to swarthy brown, and her hair floated in the air, surrounding her like an aura of black and red. And her eyes...
Nat looked away. One look at her eyes, and anyone was finished.
She looked at the demons near Alfred. The few who hadn't looked her in the eye were shaking from head to toe, and the rest of them were frothing at the mouth, shaking violently. Nat couldn't see it like Shree could, but she sensed clearly that not only were the shell-like bodies shaking, but so were their cores.
'Alfred!'
She looked at Alfred, and tried to get to him - the longer he was exposed to Lucifera's energy, the lesser time he had to live, since Tony (whose energy she couldn't feel) wasn't available to protect Alfred's natural energy from being manipulated. But the blanket of Lucifera's energy was suffocating, and Nat was having a difficult time walking through.
"Leave him alone," emerged a voice from behind, and Nat's blood turned to ice. Some of the demons succumbed to the sheer pressure of the miasmic energy, the rest of them immediately moved away from Alfred, stumbling over their own selves as they moved away from him.
Nat trudged on, her lips constantly moving, reciting protective mantras, trying to extend the field of its spiritual barrier to Alfred. But Lucifera was sheer power. She was so powerful that Ivan and General Zima had constructed a 36-level restriction barricade to make sure Lucifera was under Ivan's control at all times. Usually, Ivan kept her at level 36, and even at maximum restriction, the wisps of her energy still surrounded Ivan, like floating vines around a tree. Ivan's intrinsic spiritual energy was enormous enough to reduce entire cities to ashes. Along with Lucifera...
Nat knew Lucifera wasn't Ivan's demon's real name, but no one, save Ivan and General Zima, knew her real name. It was the name Raj had given to her, when they'd seen her, for the first time, during their days in the Academy.
She was still just as terrifying. How all of them were still alive was a shock - General Zima had once joked that her eyes were the most beautiful things in the world, because they came with the greatest price. Usually, her eyes remained closed, covered by her hair-aura. She only appeared in a physical form below restriction level 7 and at level zero, General Zima said that there would be no difference between Ivan and Lucifera. It had happened once after the restrictions had been established, well before Ivan had mastered control over Lucifera's energy. It had been his perpetual state as a child, his control dependent on the whim and fancy of the demon. And Nat knew that Lucifera, with her state of natural cruelty, had a lot of whims and fancies.
She trudged to Alfred, and stumbled to her knees upon reaching him. She grabbed his shoulders, and dragged him onto her lap, her voice breaking under the onslaught of tears that rolled down her face. She buried her face in her neck, not for a second ceasing the chanting of mantras that would protect her and Alfred, not for her turbulent emotions, not for the lump in her throat, not for the tears flooding her face.
He was alive. Alfred was alive.
-o-
"Leave while you can."
The puny creatures didn't wait for a second longer. The few still alive made a dash for the Yoni.
Shall I kill them?
'No. Let them be.'
Is that all, then?"
'I'm afraid so. You'll have to come back in.'
I have become used to the laziness in your world. I do not mind.
'Restriction level: 36.'
Ivan opened his eyes, but he'd never stopped seeing what was occurring in front of him. There were bodies scattered all over the ground, and in the middle of the sea of scales sat Nat, Alfred on her lap, her head buried in his neck, her body convulsing with sobs.
"Natalya..." Ivan called out, but his voice didn't emerge from his mouth any lower than a whisper. He'd never seen Nat crying so...profusely - he'd never seen her cry even at the funeral nearly two years ago, where everyone expected her to break down. Katyusha, his elder sister, had told him that she had cried as soon as the deceased body was brought before her, but after she had finished, she'd left the monastery in search of answers.
And Ivan could deny it how much ever he wanted to, and justify what had happened may be even convincingly, but he loved Natalya, and he couldn't lie that her distraught state had been brought about by him. And Nat would never blame him, but Shree...
Said woman, walked before him, and before he could open his mouth, she slapped him with the back of her hand.
Ivan didn't resist, and staggered under the force of her blow. And it wasn't a feminine slap which hurt like a mosquito bite - Shree put her full physical force and backed it with the fire of her anger.
"You asshole!" she screamed at him, brown eyes turning black with rage. "You nearly killed him!"
Nothing he said would help anything anymore, Ivan realised. "Except one thing. "Look at his wrists" -
"Don't you dare talk! You knew what was going on, and you just stood and watched the show!"
"Natalya, look at his wrists" -
"Don't even go there," Shree warned. "He could have died, and then what? What would you have proved? That you" -
"Shree."
Shree stopped abruptly, and turned to Nat, who had called out to her. Nat held up one of Alfred's wrists, revealing a symbol, one which Shree recognized immediately.
"He couldn't have died," Ivan said slowly. "Every injury he sustained was transferred to me in seconds. He would have consumed all my life energy before dying." Ivan didn't say anymore than that; he refused to say anymore.
"It's the energy shock," Nat said, wiping at her bleary, red eyes. "He's unconscious because of all the energy he was carrying."
Shree looked at Ivan. The anger still burned in those bottomless eyes, but she didn't look like she wanted him dead anymore.
"Go rot in hell," she growled at him, and walked to Alfred to heal him, Ivan assumed.
Oh, he would. Yes, he would.
A.T.: Gods, I love Shree.
Fun fact: Yoni in Sanskrit is the word for the female genitalia, and refers to the non-human form of Shakthi. It is worshipped by Hindus all over the world as one of the most powerful forms of energy.
I'm getting a new scooter! I've started using a scooter to travel to and from college, and the one I was using for the past two weeks broke down, so my parents decided to get me one since I'll be using it for the next five years. It's matte blue, and its gorgeous - I'll get to use it from this Sunday!
I'm falling for with a guy in my class, who also happens to be a really good friend of mine. Who also happens to like me a lot, too (it's kinda obvious). Even if he doesn't ask me out, I like this feeling - my previous relationship was dysfunctional and messed up, and it left me believing that I could never trust myself when it came to things like this, and I didn't have the capacity to be in a romantic relationship with anyone. I decided that I wouldn't be in a romantic relationship for the next five years (four, now), because it was too much drama, and I didn't want that. But that's what life's about - it heals you over time, and if you wait long enough, good things come your way.
And no, I still don't want a relationship - I still think it's too much drama. But I'm happy liking this guy quietly, and I'm curious as to see what he'll do, exactly. I'm happy where I am, and after running around in a relationship for over a year, I'm lazy now, and I don't feel like making any effort. So let's see how this goes.
One year of my Veterinary life is almost at a close. Wo my freaking Ghad. I can't believe a year's almost up. WTF. To a year of crazy adjustments, and new beginnings. *holds up glass of orange juice*
What else...? I have exams for over 40 days. I'm going to die. My ghost will take over finishing this story.
After my exams, I'm meeting all the people who've left town for their studies! I'm so excited! I get to meet all my besties, and hopefully have a sleepover! (I wanted to meet my ex, because it's been a year since I saw him, and honestly, I am fond of him and care about him, but now...no. Let's see, though.)
Well, I bid you adieu with a heavy heart. I'll be back by July, so wait for me, okay?
Until then,
All my Love,
R. K. Iris.
Pinkdoughnuts:
Thank you for the review!
Well, it'll unfold over some more chapters...we've still got quite a way to go, so hold on tight!
Well, Ivan is crazy - he nearly got Alfred killed, as we see here. But a certain someone beat him over the head about his shittiness, and told him to grow up and to stop trying to be the monster under the bed for everybody...we'll see that certain person soon enough. But he considers Nat as his little sister, and Shree was one of the few people not intimidated (after growing up with a spiritual prodigy like Om, it's hard to be intimidated by anything else) by his energy or the fact that he had a demon within him. He genuinely cares for them, and they care for him, but Shree really doesn't take shit from anyone.
And I love Ivan, too, so I'll try to give him as little problems as possible ;)
Thank you so much, once again! See you in July!
-O-
TheEnglishMuffin:
The favourite part of my day - Reviews!
Thank you so much, darling, for your review! I really look forward to them!
Well, Matt had a different perspective of his father than Matt did. Matt saw what everyone else saw, maybe slightly more, but Alfred Sr. chose his elder son as his confidante, however unwilling from the other end, and showed a completely different side of himself to Alfred Jr. Why that is, you'll get to know in the end.
Well, things will begin unravelling in a while, sometime in the distant future...piece by piece, as I say. If I gave the whole thing at once, it'd be kind of boring, wouldn't it? ;)
Well, Johnny Doe surprises me, too...his entire character motivation is something that'll hit you square on the nose. The empire, the demon, the everything that is relatively Johnny Doe is linked to one major factor in his life, and he did whatever he did because of that one factor. But we have Nat, Shree, Ivan and the rest of the gang to piece it together for us, which they will do quite wonderfully.
I wish I had time to work on the RoChu story along with this, but with exams coming up, I'm completely tied up. Once exams are over with, I'll work on it and make it into something amazing, and I'll put an extract on here, maybe. Let's see.
Thank you so much, darling! See you in July!