Well, here it is, at long last. Lots of new reviewers (and complaints from the regulars, haha) got me to write this. I'll have you know I had a lot of people mad at me, because apparently I picked a terrible time to get inspiration and write this. Be grateful? Please?
I can't really give an excuse, other than no inspiration. I have pages of ideas for this story, but no way to connect the dots. So, sorry if this is a meh chapter, but I'm trying my best.
That, or I'm just scared that the evil white midgets and a mob of angry fans are going to find my house and take me away. ^^;
On with the show!
NOTE: I Just rewrote chapter one as well. Go check that out!
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"So this is it?"
After a two days' hike, they reached what seemed to be just another boring stretch of sand, located in the desert area of Hoenn. It'd been a bit of a chore to avoid all the archeology nuts on the way in, but with Tyson's successful leading they'd managed to work their way past them without incident. They were all parched, and, having completely eliminated all their food supplies, very hungry as well. Seth's Tropius was too thirsty to produce anything more than yellow stubs of fruit on its chin, though they had eaten those as well. Gaby was at her breaking point, and Lily was so close to snapping none of them dared to get within punching range.
"Alright, where in hell's name are we going?!" Lily said, stopping. Tyson looked back irritably.
"Honestly, I thought you were a Char morph. Shouldn't you be a little more resilient to heat?" he said.
"I would be if I'd had a drop to drink in the past twenty four hours!" she countered, hands balling into fists. Kati skittered between them, then pointed at very smooth reddish rock about ten feet away. Tyson brightened immediately at this and turned to address the rest of them.
"We're almost there," he said. "It's just a few minutes away from that rock, towards that cliff." He pointed purposefully towards a barren cliff that had been looming in the distance for some time now, and only once they stopped and look did they realize how close they were to it.
"I don't see any sign of a safe house out here…are you sure the heat didn't fry your brains?" Kieran asked, his stomach growling. As Kieran was used to simply hooking his Pokéballs onto his belt and didn't have a bag, carrying the small yet strangely heavy sphere had become a bit of a problem. So, after hours of complaining, Tsyon had whipped up a bit of a show in Pokémon form in front of an archeologist, allowing Kieran in Mightyena physique to dart in and snatch a backpack away. All that had been inside it were some maps and a journal with scrawls of seeming gibberish, but it was big enough for Kieran to put his things in. Unfortunately, now he complained about a backache, and in the heat had become more annoying.
"Just shut up and walk," Tyson groaned, fed up with the constant complaining from all sides. "Honestly, for heroes, you guys whine a lot!"
"Here!" Kati said happily, breaking up the argument before it got a chance to start. She scurried forward and jumped. In mid air, she flashed a brilliant yellow and the next second hit the ground on all fours as a Pikachu, clothes in a pile behind her, dashing ahead until she was smack in front of a piece of cliff that looked no different from any other part of the cliff at all, except for two tiny carvings about fifteen feet above their heads.
"What's that?" Seth asked, pointing up at the little notches in the cliff face.
"We don't actually know," Tyson said, "but it's how we found this place." He looked around cautiously, then placed his hand tentatively on the rock. He muttered something, and Kati did the same as him, still a Pikachu, reciting the foreign words in Pokémon after him. This simultaneous chant gave them a translation of what Tyson was saying, which was, 'By the will of hope, open this seal in the name of those that seek shelter from the world.'
They all jumped back and made noises of astonishment as, before their eyes, the two scratches in the rock above them glowed red, and literally moved across the surface of the rock. Everywhere the markings moved, the rock cut away like butter, until an archway was formed and the rock disintegrated into dust. Tyson gathered up Kati's clothes and moved inside, followed by his partner. The rest of the group followed after into the darkness of the cliff. Kati then placed a small yellow paw on the wall.
"In the name of trust, reseal the door," she said in Pokémon. They assumed the mysterious runes had come alive on the other side again, because sand burst up from the ground in front of them, glowed bluish white, and become solid, utterly unremarkable rock in a matter of seconds.
It was very dark where they were, but Lily's tail offered some light for them to walk down the spiraling staircase, evenly cut out of the stone but somewhat weathered by the amount of feet that had padded on it over the years. Once they reached a certain point, small electric lights appeared on the walls to light their way.
They turned down one more spiral and reached a large cavern. A couple of them gasped at the sight. The cavern was massive, with smooth brown walls that formed a domed ceiling. There were tables with computers, screens with giant monitors mounted on them, a podium at the far part of the room with a man giving a speech that echoed throughout the caverns. But perhaps the most surprising were the inhabitants of this room; before them was the largest collection of Pokémon, Pokémorphs and humans they had ever seen. There must have been a thousand in this gigantic room (though, some of the larger Pokémon and morphs may have given the impression that there were more, and Kieran could have sworn he saw a Mr. Mime morph double-teaming himself into 5 or 6 copies).
Gaby was about to ask a question, but Tyson put a finger to his lips in an order to be quiet, then pointed at the man on the very distant side of the room. Even though he was so far away, his voice boomed over speakers mounted around the room. Tyson and Kati looked at this man with respectful awe, and even though the rest of them couldn't see him very well, they listened intently to the speech.
"…must not let the victory over the Lavender Genetics Research Center get to our heads," the man said. His voice was strong, powerful, and inspirational, but very gruff. "There's still the work in gathering information on the Southwest Coastal Mines near New Cinnebar in the Kanto region that we have to remember. Our escaped brethren, rounded up and forced into slave labor, is as bad as the experimentation they endured.
"We must persevere! Blue team, gather information on the exact coordinates and layouts of the mines. All of them," he demanded, military-like. He was answered with a firm, "Yes Sir!" that could be heard even from back here. A large group got up and immediately scuttled to the general right side of the room, and began working away.
"Green team, assemble two Contact Teams and send them in to get a look at what's going on. Orange team, begin arranging transportation for both of the Contact Teams and the full wave." Again, he was answered with an affirmative cry and two smaller groups rose from their seats, predominately humans. One of them went to the front left side of the cavern, the other went behind the podium and exited through a door, into another tunnel.
"Red team, this is not a normal catch and release operation. Develop new means to secure our brothers and sisters, while finding a safe way to demolish the mine and all evidence." A group of about twenty-five people, the majority Pokémorphs, and Pokémon rose and scurried out another door to the left. They must have said something to acknowledge his command, but they were so few that they couldn't hear them all the way from the back of the cavern.
"Purples and Yellows, return to normal activities and await specific instructions," he said. They all gave their cry and dispersed, some returning to monitors, tables and boards scattered around the room, while others left through various doors.
"…Right, come on," Tyson said, and started walking towards the podium. The rest followed. Kati looked a little nervous, which made them all nervous, but she noticed this and gave them all a reassuring smile.
"The Lieutenant is just a little…overwhelming at times," she explained. "Don't be too scared of him."
As they progressed, people turned half interestedly from their work to look at the strange passersby. While the newcomers were shocked at the fact that, while some of the Pokémorphs wore garments of their colored regiment, many were wearing little to nothing at all. Kieran, the youngest, couldn't help but blush fiercely and avert his eyes from the various naked people, though the rest had tints of pink to their faces as well. The inhabitants of this place, however, seemed flabbergasted at the sight of them as well, and stopped. A hush followed wherever they passed, so by the time they reached the stage, the room was very quiet.
"Lieutenant, sir," Tyson said. The man turned. Now that they were close, they could get a good look at him. He was a Pokémorph, not as strange as Tyson's breed of half-and-half, but certainly not Gaby's and Lily's predominantly human version either. He was fairly tall, around 6'0", and looked exceptionally fit. His hair was spiked up, a sort of tan-brown color. His skin was the same color as his hair, and the front of his head sloped up and back into 5 separate spines, hard and flat, the middle being the largest and scaling down. His shoulders were bony, triangular and pointed out, past his muscled arms. His hands were quite large, nail-less and thick knuckled. His legs were sturdy, but not as well developed as his arms. He wore a white shirt and gray jacket with an emblem on the right side (it had to be custom cut to let his abnormally shaped shoulders fit through), matching gray pants and clean running shoes. He had scars all over his face and hands, and looked well-worn, in his forties, but still alive and kicking. Or rather, punching in this case, because he was undoubtedly the product of binding the DNA of a human and a Hitmonchan.
"Scout Tyson, isn't it?" He said, looking at him with some interest. He hadn't noticed the curious but nervous entourage he had tailing him. "And Kati?"
"Yes sir," they both answered. This was the point where the Lieutenant's eyes looked past the faces of his familiars and over the faces of the group. His brown orbs widened in shock and surprise as he traveled over them one by one. He hopped down from the stage to get a better look. The girl with the white bandana and Lugia appendages, the boy with Mightyena ears, the girl with the flaming tail and an already suspicious and hardened expression, and the black and red haired boy who looked completely normal, but more nervous than any of them.
"This…you are…" he said.
"Gaby," she said, stepping up as the self-assumed leader. Kieran and Seth looked grateful that she was the one who spoke first, and Lily simply stared, distrusting, at the man. She pointed to each of her companions in turn. "This is Kieran, Lily, Seth and-" She caught herself, so used to introducing Kip. He cleared her throat a bit and turned back to him, acting as if nothing happened. "What do you want with us?" Tyson looked slightly horrified at the way that she was addressing his leader, but the Hitmonchan morph just chuckled, then laughed. All eyes in the room were on them, some even standing up on their chairs or transformed into their Pokémon forms to get a better look. A young Pidgey morph even fluttered up to Lily to get a closer look, but with a look from her she darted away, resting on the shoulder of a Sudowoodo.
"Of course I know who you all are," he said. "You're a bit famous, especially you, even outside this compound" he said, pointing at Gaby. "Experiment 001, Mark 7239 Alpha, the first ever fusion of a human and non-Mew form legendary Pokémon. But you're all known for your efforts to destroy the lab of the man who created all of you-"
"Excuse me sir, I'm a natural born," Kieran said, somewhat timidly. The man laughed a bit, a rough laugh but genuine.
"Sorry then, lad, our information gatherers can be wrong sometimes," he said. This was greeted with a huff from the right side of the room, where he looked up and gave a threatening glare at them all. Everyone returned to work at this, and the man decided to relocate them all into a room directly behind them.
It was clearly his office, with a nice oak desk and decorated walls. Still stone, but carved out to give it a roomy appearance. They sat down in the four chairs in front of his desk, and Kati sat in the last remaining chair in the corner. Tyson stood next to her, watching intently.
"Anyway," he said, not taking his own seat but standing in front of them all. "We're glad we finally found you. We've been looking for a while, several teams, but recently you've been getting harder and harder to find. Probably a good thing, keeps you safe from your enemies, but also from your friends."
"Who said we're your friends?" Gaby said snappily. She half expected Kip to nudge her and tell her to shut up, as he always did when she said something inappropriate or rude, but almost choked again when she realized that he was probably halfway home to Lilycove right now.
"You're right, it's wrong of me to make assumptions. I just thought that, since we're both on the same side and want the same thing…" he began, but he was cut off again by the impatient Lugia morph.
"And what exactly are you doing?" She asked, eyeing him with mistrust, though her tough demeanor couldn't hide her curiosity.
"Excellent question," he said. "We are the only thing fighting against the atrocities preformed in this world against Pokémon, morphs and humans. An underground organization composed of approximately five million members worldwide, we have several bases pocketed throughout the regions of the world. No, we are not the PETP ((People for the Ethical Treatment of Pokémon))," he said with a chuckle at Seth's look.
"Everywhere on the planet there are people trying to merge the races for their own devious purposes, to create armies to destroy the world, make superior races, even just crazed scientists and engineers wanting to get a little fame and glory, and cause a little destruction. Their motives are different, which reflects in the variety of results. In the case of Morphs at least, it's very easy to tell. Sakio morphs are known for containing a greater concentration of human DNA, resulting in a predominantly human-looking appearance with Pokémon tails, ears, etcetera and usually their powers. Korai morphs, such as myself, have much more Pokémon in them, and thus we have greater control of our abilities but also are far more visible. Orko morphs such as Tyson have random mutations and are unpredictable, many times with defects, and can be born with no powers at all. Gorian's Labs are attempting to get Pokémon with human souls and vice versa, while Yiorga's centers are trying to manipulate people to be carriers and pass on the gene through touch, resulting in the births of more natural born morphs. These, like Kati and Kieran, can be anywhere from full-body humanoid Pokémon to only having ears and a tail, as these two luckily did. And don't doubt that there are more labs…This obsession with merging species is far more widespread than the general public knows.
"Our purposes are varied, but the core mission statement is to free as many people, morphs and Pokémon as we can from the clutches of these genetically-modifying scientists and rehabilitate them. If they're salvageable for normal lives, we try and set them free. Even Pokémorphs are allowed to leave if they'd prefer to manage on their own. They always have the option of staying here with us, however, which is how we get most of our members. Sometimes they'll leave but just find normal life too hard after the trauma of living in a test tube or cell for most of their lives. They come back and join a group where you can just talk to people about your hardships and not be sent to an asylum.
"Our other directives are to find these labs, rescue everyone out of there and take the data. We store the data in our computer systems and in one single remaining hard copy, and destroy everything else. The media passes it off as freak explosions or it's just covered up completely, but it's almost always our doing.
"With the exception of the Sakio lab. You four…" and he paused. Something had clearly been bothering him the whole time. "I'm sorry, but are my intelligence teams just that wrong or is there supposed to be a fifth member?" This comment was met with an uneasy and uncomfortable silence for several painful seconds, until Seth finally spoke so Gaby wouldn't have to.
"He did, but he decided that this kind of a life was just too hard and went home," he mumbled, barely audible. Gaby's hand made a fist and shook for a second before she forced herself to relax it.
"Ah, never mind then," he said, realizing this was a very touchy issue, then continued. "You four have slowed down and even partially destroyed a lab, all on your own, where we usually have to send teams of people in with heavy casualties. You are exceptional, even fighting against other legendary morphs, which is why we took such an interest in you.
"Our request…no, my request is that you all consider joining us," he paused, for effect. "Think about it, what are you all doing with your lives now? Wandering randomly as a group with your Pokémon, battling evil whenever it finds you or you happen upon it. Think of your skills, all the lives you could save with those skills. All of you have something you can bring here and make into something even more extraordinary. You can save lives. You can have a purpose, a meaning. You all can be real heroes.
"Join," he said, and it was almost a command. Lily looked affronted by the tone of his voice, but then he added, "Please,", and she calmed down a bit.
"We'll have to discuss this, in private," Gaby said. "It's not an easy decision, and not one I can just make on my own as a unanimous decision. Someplace large," she added, "where we can discuss this. Like, really hugely big," she said, spreading her arms wide to visibly show they needed a big space. While Gaby usually got along pretty well with acting her ages, it was times like these that you realized missing many key years in her young life to a test tube had had its impact. "Pokémon need a say, too."
"A room shall be arranged. Tyson, show them to one of the rec halls," He said. Tyson nodded. "Kati, if you'll just stay a moment?"
"Hey mister, you never gave us your name," Kieran piped up. The Hitmonchan man smiled at him, somewhat lopsided because of his scars, but still pleasant enough.
"Lieutenant Kane," he said. "But you call me 'Sir'."
Tyson lead them out of the room and they made their way past another door and into a long tunnel, with several doors branching off from them, as well as other hallways. The tunnels were very spacious, 15 feet high and just as wide. Their footsteps echoed as they walked, turning down corridors. It was very strategic, the way it was all laid out; any attacking force would get lost trying to get anywhere unless you'd lived here for long enough. Even Tyson paused and had to check his bearings once.
Eventually they reached a gigantic door. He opened it, like all the other doors, by pressing a button on the side. The doors slid open and revealed a huge gymnasium with a small pool, a track, and several other pieces of equipment. They looked around, and Gaby pulled out her Pokéballs and let them all go. Tyson staggered back and fell over in shock as he saw Silversong appear, stretch, and croon in surprise at their location. The rest followed suit, and soon the gym was full of the cries of various confused and hungry Pokémon.
"Alright guys, here's the scoop," Gaby said, "There's a guy who leads this bunch of freedom fighters, whose base we're in right now, who wants us to join him." Again, the almost child-like vocabulary of her speech made Seth smile. "Now, they do the same sort of stuff we do," she waved her arms around vaguely, "with the blowing up of labs and things, but they free the inhabitants and help them. I sure as hell would have liked to have been freed by them instead of trying to manage all on my own, so I'm for this joining. It would mean we lose the freedom of walking around, but hey," she grinned widely at this point, "at least we'll at least one meal a day!"
"Yeah, that'll do it for me!" Kieran said, "Food sounds awesome! Oh, and all that other stuff about saving people in labs and beating down scientists and not having to run away from people all the time." Lily shook her head.
"I don't know, I've always been in a rough situation and I can't imagine it getting much worse or better. I like my freedom, but if this is the right thing to do, then I guess I can try it. Besides, I can always leave if I decide the whole hero thing isn't for me, right?"
"Right. If we hate this, Mr. Hitmonchan-" Gaby started.
"Lieutenant Kane," Tyson corrected.
"Whatever. He can't stop us if we want to leave, right? If he tries…well we've bowled through labs before, so this place shouldn't be hard!" She said with a grin. The Pokémon made their calls in agreement, though Silversong and Seth rolled their eyes.
"…Well I don't really want to be going against all of you," Seth said, scratching Sparks the Manectric. "So I guess I'm in."
"Guys, what do you think?" Gaby asked, and the room erupted into cries. Some disagreed, but the majority were for it, and to be honest the prospect of food swayed the skeptics.
"It sounds like it might be more steady and secure than what we have going right now," Silversong said. "Besides, with more people behind us, we may be able to make some real changes in the world. There's only so much we can do, but with a larger force and good leaders like Lieutenant Kane, I have a feeling much more is possible."
"Well that's it then!" Gaby said, clapping her hands together with a triumphant smirk. "Let's do this!" She turned towards Tyson, as did the rest of him. She walked up to him and extended a hand, which he took.
"You're in?" He asked.
"Yeah. We're in."
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005 was unaware of the reason why his father had called him into his study. He had been here many times, albeit not for very long, and was familiar with this cozy area, painted green and filled with dark oak furniture, as opposed to the very different atmosphere of the very white hallway on the other side of the door. In here, the industrial tiled floor that was everywhere in this lab was covered by a soft, dark green rug, many bookshelves and tables. There was a large desk, at which the owner of this lab was sitting, pouring over some new medical journal released in Hoenn on the bi-molecular structure of a…He stopped reading before it gave him a headache. Genetic research was left to his sister; he had little interest in it, unless it could make him stronger.
The door closed automatically behind him, as did all the doors in the facility, and Sakio looked up, surprised at the quick response to his summons. He set down the paper and stood up, and instead of his usually friendly inquiry as to how he was doing, any changes in his health, etcetera etcetera, it was a bit forced and rushed.
"Doing well?" Sakio half grunted, fiddling around with a button on his lab coat. 005 nodded, half curious, half concerned at his father's manner.
"I'm fine, Father. No structural damage, no new allergies, grown 1.5 centimeters since last physical examination," he reported in a controlled voice at a carefully modulated speed, so as not to show his concern. "You summoned me?"
"Indeed, I did," Sakio said. "There is something I need you to do, and I need you to do this right away." Such urgency was never in his orders. They were always given as, 'Be careful, and if the situation requires it, abandon the operation and we can attempt at a later date'.
"You are to go to Old Cinnabar Island," Sakio continued, "and investigate the abandoned facility there. We believe that it was not a natural phenomenon that wiped out the population, but something far more sinister, or at least accidental, but man made."
005 couldn't help but blink. Old Cinnabar had been flourishing next to its newly formed counterpart, New Cinnabar, created by a natural underwater volcanic eruption and further enlarged by man's efforts. Old Cinnabar housed about 50,000 people and at least twice the Pokémon at any given time, about 5,000 of them being tourists. Then, approximately seventy years ago, something had wiped out the entire population in a matter of only a few days, leaving no survivors. Anyone who had left the island three days before the bizarre occurrence did not die, but all those who left within three days died around the same time, as well as anyone they were in contact with for at least ten hours regularly.
The cause was never found, and reporters were reluctant to go there, seeing as anyone who ventured on that island mysteriously died on location or a few days after visiting. The ones who survived long enough to report back could never find anything. Also strange, all radio communications on the island were unable to be sent or received. Thus, though many theories surrounded the place, the rest of the world continued to view it as some freak natural epidemic and blotted it from their minds.
Scientists in their community (that is to say, those who worked illegally in either weapon development, genetics or other such fields against the government's approval) speculated that something happened at the hidden branch housed on the island, but as with the reporters and investigators, all those sent to unlock the mystery vanished or died. Though the weapon development labs were the last go, hoping it was some kind of harvestable biotic weapon, the searches were stopped.
005 knew all this simply because of the mass amount of information downloaded into his head at 'birth' through the port in the back of his neck connected to his spinal chord. After having to teach 003 many things about the world, Sakio decided that from now on his experiment children should simply have knowledge downloaded into them instead of painstakingly taught. The Latios morph rather enjoyed this feature, as it allowed him to skip tedious lessons and get back to things he really enjoyed learning on his own, like fighting and mastering his abilities.
"Hasn't the idea of investigating that plant been abandoned because of health risks?" 005 asked. The idea of venturing onto an island so far away, alone, known for killing anyone to go near it, was not a thought he particularly enjoyed.
"Yes, but how many organizations are advanced enough to be able to create legendary Pokémorphs?" Sakio countered, with the first smile he'd given him all day. "No, we believe that your unique biochemical composition, combined with an constant stream of adaptive vaccines we've been developing specifically to counteract everything this island can throw at you-"
"Ah, that explains all the recent blood tests."
"Yes. Injecting yourself once our twice a day and transmitting an analysis of your DNA back to the labs here so we can make sure you're still healthy should keep you completely safe. If anything starts going wrong, you're to head back here immediately. The goal is to collect as many samples from the island and, if possible, unravel the cause behind the entire thing." Sakio exhaled slowly and looked at his protégé, trying to read his facial expressions and determine his attitude towards the whole thing.
If Sakio was worried about him refusing to take the task, he was completely mistaken. 005 had been confined to this lab for far too long in his mind, and was bursting to go out and experience the world more. Detective and investigative work was not as thrilling as capture, but this particular mission held the chance of a twist. The only thing he was wary of was the possibility of dying aspect, but then again, most missions were like that. Besides, Sakio made it very clear that they would be with him every step of the way, so it couldn't get much safer.
"Sounds fun," 005 said simply, and Sakio smiled at him again. His face was riddled with worry; it was obvious that he didn't like sending what he considered a son on such an uncertain and dangerous mission, but he was the only one for the job.
"Thanks," Sakio said, sounding much more relaxed now. "We'll be giving you quite a bit of equipment, but we've integrated Compactory technology to help ease the load. Also, you are to keep a video journal and make at least one entry a day, if possible, documenting every step of your journey. It will be transmitted back here immediately, so you might as well include your daily blood sample with it." He paused. "Feel free to keep a separate, private journal if you wish. I won't be intrusive if you want to curse me for sending you on this dangerous path."
"Oh Father, don't worry," 005 said, looking around the room. "Honestly, I just want to get out of this cramped place and see a bit more daylight, even it means a possibly horrible and painful death." He winked and raised his hands defensively to chase away his father's guilty expression. "When do I leave?"
"Well…Today, actually," Sakio said. "I've gotten wind from our branch in Kanto that the Magmari Institute-"
"Magmari?"
"When RAM formed, not everyone wanted to be a part of it. Magmari was the fraction of Magma who wanted to remain true to their ideals, then slowly shifted to weapon design. Rather nasty group of angry individuals."
"I see. Continue."
"Yes. The Magmari Institute is currently readying to send over their own team. I'm afraid that if they have managed to figure out how, they might try to use whatever they find here to destroy all their competition. Very counterproductive for us if we have to worry about saving our own lives. So you leave as soon as you can be ready."
"Two hours should be enough. How long am I going to be away?"
"The search should take…" Sakio paused and wracked his brain for the previously calculated time estimate, "…5 weeks or so, 7 days of combined traveling to and from, with the other 28 for scouting around." 005 grunted his acknowledgment.
"Is that all?" 005 asked. With this new adventure in front of him, he could hardly wait to get out the door. Sakio nodded, but didn't dismiss him. He came around to the other side of the table and stood in front of him. 005 was taller by an inch or so, but seemed smaller from the seniority of his creator.
"Look…Be careful, Son," he said. 005 nodded. "I hate to risk losing you. And I'm not talking about the loss of what you stand for in the genetic research community…I mean you."
"Stop being a sap. I'll be fine," 005 said, and Sakio sighed, nodding.
"Then…You're in?" He asked, on a final note.
"Yeah. I'm in."
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Hooray! Well, now I usher in more apologies. Honest to goodness, I am extremely sorry I took so long, and I'm even sorrier if this chapter comes out as total crap. I'm sort of floating around right now, picking at ideas, and we'll see what happens.
I want to thank everyone who has hung on and actually read this for being faithful people who I can brag about and say, "I'm nothing without fans who deal with my idiocy and lateness…" Know I write mostly for you!
That said, always up for cool suggestions for things to throw in. Also, if you want me to write a little piece based off these guys or have an idea or something else entirely, feel free. I'd love to hear anything at all you awesome people have to say.
And to those who sent me emails bugging me, extra thanks to you for getting my butt in motion.
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Ryu T.