Author's Note: More plot stuff, slightly longer chapter incoming and all of that. If you haven't been paying close attention up to now, there's a handful of foreshadowing elements that are connecting to the future points in the story. Things that seem like they're not panning out too much have some connection to those elements and I'm hoping I can explore at least a little bit more to do with Fox's articulated response to the kiss (and why he didn't fully respond to it when it happened in this chapter).

Also, thank you for the reviews! Even the periodic review reminds me that I've got a bunch of people reading this story and I need to keep on with it, it's keeping me motivated to get these chapters out. I hope you all enjoy.

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The explosion, I saw it all the time, Andross falling back into the void as he cursed me and screamed. "If I go down, I'm taking you with me," and the base started to give way around us. A massive explosion caught my ship and my systems were overloaded for a second, I was losing consciousness. The next hit that rocked my ship sent stars across my vision and it started to turn white.

"Don't ever give up my son," and it returned, I could hear his voice.

"Father!?" and I was stuck on a script. I shook myself from it, I walked away from the golden light that was starting to bathe me and I found myself back in my ship. I turned, it took all my effort, but I got my ship to move and to push me home.

"Follow me, Fox." He never acknowledged me, he always just led me back to that entrance and towards the weaving corridors that had led me into Andross' base. "This way, Fox," he said, turning into one of the corridors. I turned to see why we went that way, and I saw the horrible fire at the end of the other corridor. How could we possibly get out?

"Never give up, trust your instincts," he said, and I knew we were getting close. "You've become so strong, Fox," and then he vanished into the air like nothing had happened.

My team was there, they were all there, and I could hear the expression of concern from Peppy. I'd tell him, he'd tell me I was imagining it.

No other ship had left those blast doors.

I tried to play it back through my head, I didn't fly back with my team, I started screaming, "Where is he?"

There was no response.

"Where is he!?" and I jolted awake. I was back in Wolf's room, and the larger male was standing over me looking bewildered for a second. It took me a second, but I realized I was cold and wet, he was holding a cup. He had thrown water over me.

"You were talking in your sleep," he said, handing me a towel to wipe up the water that was starting to soak into my fur. "Are you still having nightmares from Venom?" I couldn't recall telling him that, and I was pretty sure that wasn't something that I told him, but maybe in the hotel room when we had been drinking. . . I had told him that I'd seen my dad at the very least.

"Yeah," I said, and I sat up as I started to work the towel over my face. It took a second to come back down, to really grasp what had happened all over again, but I couldn't seem to find the feelings or the words in the moment. "Why are you dressed?" I asked, and I didn't mean it to come out like that. I blushed and he just grinned like an idiot for a second. "No, really?"

He laughed this time, "We have a mission," he said, "I thought you might want to get in line and get to know the team you'll be flying with," he said. "If you're not feeling up to it, you can stay and sleep, but I need an answer and we already got briefed on it, so I'll have to catch you up."

I looked at him for a second, "What time is it?"

"About 11," and the color drained from my face. I hadn't slept in that much in years, my body always jolted awake. . . but there was no alarm to keep me to it and I had needed the alarm to get me up ever since the nightmares started. That one was mild, he wasn't telling me that I was a failure. I laid the towel over the arm of the couch, giving it somewhere to dry a bit as I stood up.

"I'll go," I said, and I knew I had to because being left here to my own devices for any period of time was terrifying. At the school, I survived because of routine. If I had stayed as a mercenary, I would've snapped, and I probably still will. I needed a team to keep me sane, and if I didn't bother getting to know them, I don't know if I'll make it through this all that sane.

"Before you agree to go," he said, "I should tell you what the mission is."

We stepped out of the room and started to walk towards the elevator, he had held some silence since that statement. "Aren't you going to tell me, Wolf?" I asked, and he gave a little nod but held back until we had actually arrived in the elevator and had a little bit of guaranteed privacy.

"We're going to Zoness for the mission. There's two factions competing to take over Zoness' government in the power vacuum following the war," he said, "The Doves and the Ravens, some dumb argument of peace versus knowledge," he said. "One of them wants to use Zoness' proximity to Solar and the exterior of the system as a means of advancing research on the planet and progressing towards purifying its waters, the Ravens. The Doves are hoping to achieve this goal through diplomatic means with Aquas and enlisting its scientists," he said. "The Ravens have requested the assassination of one of the leaders in the Doves, the figurehead that's getting movement in the votes. We got confirmation that that leader was moving money to buy out some of the businesses on Zoness and get as many votes as he thought possible. It's gray, he's kinda a crook, but they want us to kill him."

I looked at him, "Do you really think I can't kill someone, Wolf?" I asked, and I looked him dead in the eye. "What do you think I thought was happening every time I shot someone down in the war?"

He looked back, and I found my gaze drifting to his nonfunctioning eye, and I remembered the story and the skin that was there and left behind. My hand had lifted, starting to move in his direction before I realized it and I pulled it back. He looked at my hand thoughtfully, but he didn't remark on it, "I thought you would justify it because they were the enemy in an ugly war," he said, "That killing them was saving people's lives."

"Maybe," I said, but I thought on it for a second, "Maybe this time, I'm killing them to save my own."

We were nearing the docking bays, and as the door went to open, I pressed the button to keep the door closed, shutting the elevator off quickly, "Before we go, we need to talk." He went to push the button to open the door and I pushed his arm away.

"Fine," he said, not wanting to get into another fight, especially not in the elevator, "What are we going to talk about."

"Since Venom?"

"Oh. . ." and he paused.

"You've had feelings about me since Venom?"

"You could say that." He lifted a hand and drug a claw through the fur on his chin, he was avoiding eye contact.

"You flew into Venom airspace pissed as hell and went down onto Venom even more pissed. I don't even know how you got out of there without being arrested but that was the firefight that determined your life to be a living hell, as far as I know."

He started to shake his head, and I thought he was saying no, but he just said, "We can't talk about this, Fox," and went for the button again. I went to slap his arm away but he just pushed me back with the other one. The door opened and he stepped out of the elevator, "Turn it back on before you come out, please," and he walked away just like that.

"God damn it, Wolf," and I flipped the elevator back on before I started walking after him, "What the fuck happened on Venom that I don't know about?" He ignored me, and no amount of me getting angry and stooping to his level, huffing and throwing a tantrum behind him, seemed to be getting to him. He got to his ship, he set himself in the cockpit and went to close the glass behind him.

"This is a land mission, McCloud. I've brought extra equipment for you and it's in my Wolfen. You need to calm down before we land because it's a stealth mission and I will let you be arrested if you make a scene." The cockpit closed and he looked back away from me. The screens started to light up, barely visible from where I was but I could distinctly see that only one half of his Wolfen had a display built into it. The other half was blank, and it was because he couldn't really utilize it.

I couldn't afford to freak out anymore. I had to get into my Arwing and I had to go. There'd be food or something later, I could get myself sorted out and go on a mission. I told myself all of this, but the moment my comm link was open into Star Wolf's channel, which seemed to be silent, I narrowed it to a private channel with Wolf. I opened my mouth, I wanted to ask him why he felt bad enough for me to let me act like this and not kick me off the team, but he had feelings for me and he was enduring it. The verge on a scream was undermined and I let out a soft, "I'm sorry," and I flew forwards and fell in line behind Wolf. The line reverted back and I looked to my left to see Leon as well.

Leon seemed the type for this sort of mission, cold and calculating and ready to see a body. Wolf didn't seem too much like the stealth type, but he made up for that in leadership. I knew all along when I was leading Star Fox that I wasn't all that much of a leader, I was a pilot. I drummed my fingers a bit on the wheel and we pulled free from Star Wolf controlled space and into Venom.

It only took a minute or so of harsh silence for me to murmur into the mic, "Is it normally this quiet?" and the immediate response I got was Wolf's laugh.

"Leon and I have flown solo for a little while. He's not much for talking, so I just got used to it." Leon hummed in acknowledgment, but I gave a small nod as we peeled through the stars.

The asteroid belt proved to be surprisingly easy to navigate, but that may just be how it was when I wasn't at the helm. The belt outside Corneria was damn near impossible to get through and asteroids collided constantly. It almost ate my ship but we wove through this one with relative ease. I took a look at the Lylatian map after a few moments, and it turned out this was the very same one—Meteo. "Damn good, flying," I said, easily, "This belt is usually a nightmare."

"Thanks," Wolf said. We emerged from the belt and I could see Katina on our left and Solar was oppressively close to us. There were always stories growing up that if you flew too close to the sun that you'd catch fire and burn up, but the fact that we were able to navigate the surface of Solar with these ships was impressive just the same, and in the distance, it was only a gesture of warmth towards us. I let out a soft sigh as the stars drifted past us.

As we passed Katina, I could see the distant figure of Aquas and our goal, Zoness. "How did you two meet, anyways?" I asked, "I looked up your portfolios when I was in the Academy to try and figure out a little more about your past, but it sort of went blank after the Academy for you, Wolf. You started military then. . ." I paused. He had been discharged following an injury that had resulted from an altercation with a superior officer. That officer had been unnamed. "There was nothing but a list of charges for Leon."

Leon laughed this time, "Andross found my people on Venom when he was exiled there. He was hailed as a God because he was our first outside contact," and I could hear him thinking a moment, "He uplifted us and then we rapidly developed to match Corneria. My parents were the first generation under his leadership and a lot of the kids on Venom were trained for special forces," he said, "I was one of them."

Wolf chimed in at this point, "Come time when Star Wolf was forming to participate in the war for Andross, Leon had already been discharged from Venomian forces due to his methods."

When I went to ask, Leon had already chimed in to explain that, "Assassinations were meant to always be done with a gun. You should always be efficient in your weapon choice and make it as hard to track you as possible," he said, "I preferred knives. They wanted to demonstrate that guns were more efficient with me," he said, "But I got to them before they could line up a lethal shot."

"Lethal?" I asked.

"I took 7 shots on the way there. As recognition, they paid for my medical treatment then dishonorably discharged me." I nodded because saying sorry wouldn't mean anything and congratulating him didn't seem right. Leon didn't really seem right, but he was talking.

"One of my contacts in Venom's army told me about Leon, they'd been in the troop together. It was supposed to be a joke about this madman that just wanted to play with knives, but we tracked his movements a little bit. We finally met at a bar and I offered him a job."

"I only took it because I needed the money. I didn't want to work for Andross."

"Looks like you never really did, anyways," I said, "For you to still be following Wolf, you two had to have done something to double cross him."

Wolf just looked away from his comm for a second, "Something like that."

The last few moments in space were silence, and then the reminder to activate G-Diffusers as we hit Zoness atmosphere. The time we'd spent here, we flew over infested waters that looked like they were filled with oil and grime, and that water didn't seem to have changed all that much. Zoness was a filthy trade world that dealt with underhanded criminals more often than anything else. The water wasn't as visible where we were arriving, though, and there was a large space port immediately below our current position and that seemed to be where we intended to go.

"We'll be meeting with our client in person after we land," Wolf said, and I gave a quick acknowledgment before I leveled out my ship and lowered to the ground on the tarmac below. I slipped straight from the ship onto the ground, "Systems: Shut Down." The Arwing powered off and it was only then that I realized how much the two Wolfens dwarfed it. Nimble against powerful and nimble had barely won.

As I turned to face the other two, I realized they had begun walking ahead. Wolf was carrying two bags, Leon one, and as I caught up to Wolf's side, he handed me the one. It must've been my supplies. I gave a small nod of acknowledgment and our stride continued until Wolf suddenly stopped. A hulking lion stood from a nearby bench, immaculately groomed and dressed in a black suit, and began walking towards us. He had to be around seven feet tall and it took all of my will power to not stare up at him like I was terrified, because I kind of was.

"Hello, my name is George Trey. I'll be taking you all to meet with Mr. Webber," he said, and retrieved each of the bags we were carrying. He turned towards the entrance and began walking.

To try and calm my apparent stupor, Wolf murmured, "We were told to look for a lion once we landed that would escort us back to the client." I nodded and we walked along. It didn't really help my nerves that we immediately turned into a back alley and entered a door there, but all the buildings on the street were massive. We were greeted by a service elevator with a door off to the side, likely leading to the rest of the floor and he stooped down to step in.

Finally, the lion spoke again, "Have you all eaten yet?" he asked.

I shook my head, "I don't know if the other two have, but I was woken up right before we left."

"Late sleeper?"

"Long week."

"Ahh, yes," he said, "Well, I'll be sure to get you all something to eat once we get there. It'll take a little bit, but the kitchens downstairs will prepare food for you all and have it brought up.

Wolf looked over, "Thank you."

"Do you all have any preferences?" and I realized that for how fast the elevator was going, we still didn't seem to be near our destination.

Wolf gave a slight shake of his head, "Anything here is probably fine. Steak would probably be best, or any other heavier meat."

"Cook?"

"Rare."

He looked at Leon next, "Something with seafood. Shrimp if you can."

His eyes trailed to me, "Steak as well, medium-rare."

He nodded a bit, not bothering with notes but I just went along with what the others were getting. This place had to be pretty high end to be serving that sort of stuff, and considering the state of the service elevator being about the same quality as the elevator on Wolf's base, the rest of the building was probably top notch. Finally, the gears started to slow down and I heard the elevator coming to a stop. The lion remained behind as we stepped off and he was most likely going down to get our food.

There was only one door in the entire hall of the floor that we arrived on, like an apartment or some shit, and there were two guards at the door. One was a Fennec fox and the other was a gorilla, and the fox nodded towards us and opened the door to allow us in, and as soon as we broke through, the door was shut behind us.

I don't exactly know what I expected out of Mr. Webber when we arrived there, but I don't think I expected the Ravens to be led by an actual Raven, because the chair turned to reveal a large raven, slick black feathers, dressed in a navy suit. He was clearly a business man and he smiled as he saw the three of us then gestured to each of us in turn, "Wolf O' Donnell, Leon Powalski, and oh, my my, Fox McCloud," he said, and he smiled rather wide in response, "I'd seen the recent news concerning you, but no one seemed to have any clue where you went. I'd love to talk to you, pick a bit at you before we discuss details about the mission." I only felt the heat hitting my cheeks.

I didn't want to take the spotlight off Wolf, but he was looking at me expectantly and I probably had to kiss the guy's ass while we were there, so I just smiled and said, "Sure. Whatever you'd like to talk about." I didn't actually mean that, but there were lots of things I didn't want to talk about and listing them wasn't worth anyone's time at this point.

"Would any of you mind if I started now?" and Wolf and Leon shook their heads. Leon was probably relieved just to not be talking. I shook my head as well after a moment, realizing the question included me as well. "Well, then," he said, "What did your work at the Academy end up teaching you?"

"That I'm not very good at teaching," I said, immediately. This drew a smile from the raven, but this question was too easy to have been something he really wanted to know.

"But it led you to be in media's top followed relationship," he said, and even I didn't know that. "You were with little Ms. Phoenix for quite some time, I heard. A little over a year once you had left, right?"

"Yes. . ." and I didn't know where he was going with this.

"While the leader of the Ravens is myself," he said, "You'd think the leader of the Doves would be a dove, yes?" he asked. I gave a little nod at that, "He's not. Do you know where I'm going with this line of conversation."

I had an idea, but I didn't really want to acknowledge it. Instead, I said a, "Not really."

He put on his best sad face, "Following a fallout between him and Beltino Toad, Gary Phoenix made up for his tanking financial worth by turning his woes into profit on Zoness. You've heard that story before, right?" he asked, and I nodded. Fara didn't talk about her father much, but she looked up to him. That's why she went into flight, he was one of the original producers of the Arwing before Beltino became more prominent in the business end of the corporation, "We're not entirely sure if he's the primary head of the operation for the Doves, but the target for this mission is, in fact, Ms. Phoenix's father."

I sat there a moment. I waited for that feeling of emotional turmoil, of questioning, of that scream for me to turn my back on this mission and go back to Sargasso. . . it was home because I couldn't go home. The wave never came and I sat there with the chill of what used to be my conscience sitting there and just pondering the situation. Finally, I said, "Okay." The chilling professionalism that I had built in my time at the Academy was strong enough to make me accept the fact that I'd be killing Fara's father, and well, I had to be okay with that in the end.

He drummed his fingers on his chair, and a curious mix of approval and disappointment flashed over his face. He wanted a rise out of me, but he didn't come and say, 'Just kidding,' or anything else that would've made me feel better about myself. I didn't even feel bad about the fact that I'd have a hand in it, I felt bad for not feeling bad.

Wolf looked at me, and I realized he hadn't made the connection or hadn't been told the name, but he looked like he was at least a little bit concerned about me, or maybe for my response. Finally, the raven spoke again, "I'm surprised of you, Fox," he said, "Fara's pregnancy was confirmed last night and you seem to be perfectly okay with taking your child's grandfather."

I ran my hands over my thighs, and I forced myself to stay seated. If I stood, I'd charge at him, I'd wring his neck and we wouldn't get paid. I looked up at him as I found some disturbing eye of the storm, somewhere that I could be calm when I shouldn't be, "That kid will never know me considering my bounty. I regret that she'll be having him when I know I can't be a part of his life, but I'm not going to change the course of my life just so he will be okay from the experience." The words were painfully selfish, and I felt sick for speaking them, but I looked at Wolf again.

Something stirred in me for a moment, and I could feel the little bit of solidarity I had with the other male in that glimpse. He stood there and he just constantly looked over towards me making sure I was okay and that I would be okay, and I wasn't, I definitely wasn't but I wasn't going to have another mental breakdown in public. I had to steel my nerves and get ready for this because the last thing I should do is get the opportunity to finish the job and just stand there with the gun crying. It was kill or be killed.

My mind flickered back a bit, and I reflected on the fact that on top of it all, Wolf had kissed me. Something about looking at him reminded me of that, and I could feel my hand drifting towards my lips before I, once again, pulled it back. I hadn't bothered confronting him on it, I didn't even know how. Was it right to tell him I didn't want that and that I didn't like it when part of me had appreciated it. It'd be like saying that I hadn't enjoyed him licking the blood off my neck in the men's bathroom of a seedy bar. It was easier.

I tuned back into the air around me, looking for conversation, but we had fallen into silence from my words and were just waiting for our food before we discussed our mission in greater detail. The silence was uncomfortable, but it let me drift back to my thoughts without worry.

Every time I looked at Wolf, I saw the genuine concern that he had for me in his eyes. That wasn't something that was born over distant longing, at least not the ordinary kind of distant longing. From what Wolf had said, something had happened on Venom that had made him start to feel like this, but I don't remember anything like that, just the dogfight and then Wolf was off my radar. I was free to go fight Andross as I hoped to do all along and Wolf was out of the picture.

The looks that I gave him didn't seem to carry the same weight, but I still found myself looking at him. I wanted to try and see past what was there and begin to figure something out, but nothing came to me and I don't think anything ever would until he told me what I didn't know about my experience there. The more I sat on it, the more freaked out I became. I was a mess as it was, a bundle of nerves and I could cry at the drop of a hat, I probably would the moment I left this office.

I came back to after a few seconds, "Where's your bathroom?" and he gestured towards one of the doors at the back of the room. They were directly connected to his office, and I heard some movement behind me. I opened the door, holding it out for, most likely Wolf, and entered into the bathroom. It was massive, but it was for an individual, not two, and the larger male locked the door behind him as he stood there.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and that was a pretty big question considering everything. I was slowly unraveling but I had kept myself from going fully into shit while in the client's presence. I was probably already crying though, and I rubbed under my eyes to try and find the moisture and was only disappointed in myself when I did.

"No, not really," I said, and he gave an easy nod. It made me angry that he was concerned about me, but I appreciated the company. I turned towards the toilet and walked over. "I actually do have to use the bathroom, Wolf," I said.

"I'll just turn away," and he did after a few seconds and I let out a soft sigh before unzipping. I just stared into the water following the stream and traced lazy shapes with bubbles before I flushed and put my pants back on. I turned and the other male was looking towards me.

"Damn it, Wolf.

"Hey, I waited," and he had to stifle a laugh. I went to wash my hands and I stepped towards the door, but he wasn't moving. We had a good 10 minutes until the food came, but that wasn't any time to really do anything if that was what he had in mind . . . I'm not sure why I had it in mind either. That wasn't what I was here for, I was here to become a mercenary again and that just complicated things.

"I didn't know about Fara's dad," he said, "If you want to go back to Sargasso when we get out of here, you can.

"I don't want to, Wolf." He didn't seem convinced, not in the slightest. "If I go back, I'm gonna be left to my own thoughts and even though this mission may only take a day, I doubt I'd see you until tomorrow. That would be a night where I'm left stuck in a horrific nightmare with no schedule to force me out of it. Like it or not, I'm staying."

"What are they of?" He looked genuinely interested, but he only knew they were about Venom.

"When I saw my Dad," and again, he looked unfazed by it. I don't know what it was, but he seemed to accept it at face value all over again.

"Why would that be a nightmare, though?" he asked, and that was a good question.

"Because every time I see him, the moment I get out of that base, he's gone. If I see him in person, if I talk to him, he mocks me for trying to take over for him and tells me I'm not ready. He reminds me that I'm not an experienced pilot and it would take too many years in a ship for me to be good enough to manage that."

"But you are. . . " Wolf said, with easy clarity, "I have those years of experience and you're a damn good pilot, Fox," he said. It was easy to say it, but it was still nice to hear. Wolf had a right to talk on that, at least.

Wolf still didn't seem to be moving from the door, and I realized the longer I stood there, the more I didn't really care whether or not we were there. I found myself tipping back to that kiss, reflecting on how it felt and what had happened, that it had happened. It hurt my lips when he pressed against them but he was firm, and then I looked at him again.

"You kissed me," I said, and it was frank and it sounded like a blurt out realization, except that realization was taking place nearly 24 hours after it had occurred. Wolf just laughed, and he looked at me. That single violet eye caught me, and I felt myself drifting back to those thoughts. "I think I liked it," I said.

That line of thought had drawn Wolf into a silence that I hadn't been expecting. A long time ago, sexuality was a big deal, people were ashamed to be gay because they didn't want to sleep with men and have their species die out. The world had become too diverse to rely on species maintenance and we were similar enough that we could still have kids, crosses and the like. Because there were so many species that you couldn't breed with, it had become more acceptable for interspecies relations to be gay, and then it just grew and grew. I didn't even question it, but someone else some other time may have lost their mind at the realization that they liked a guy. I liked Wolf, for better or for worse.

When I accepted those words, when I really did, I leaned forwards and gave him the yin to his own yang-laden kiss. It was soft, it was slow, and I felt my eyes dim. I could feel Fara's lips, I could see her face behind my closed eyes, but I didn't want to. I just wanted this moment, and I wanted to see what it was like. Wolf was there, and I knew he was, and I wanted him to be. He was unforgiving in how much he wanted to make sure I was okay, and he didn't seem to leave my side unless I pissed him off. It was an emotional rollercoaster but I enjoyed the ride.

I pulled away. He smiled. I smiled. "The only thing guaranteed in life of a mercenary is the fact that you'll be driven to fight for another day," I said, an expression from an old tale on war.

"The most dangerous game is to find someone to fight for that flies his own flag. You never know when your flags will be on opposite sides," he said.

"But to fight for someone that flies their own flag gives you something new to fight for," I finished. It was dangerous to have anything to do with a mercenary that expected a tomorrow, but it was human to expect every opportunity at tomorrow and I wasn't going to give up tomorrow. However, I knew that tomorrow wasn't a guarantee so if for some reason I go to jail on this mission, I wanted to do that, at least once. I echoed that thought a moment later, "If I do end up going to jail for some reason or even die on this mission, if either of us do, I wanted to try that at least once."

He nodded, maybe out of the sadness that that was what drove me to do it, but he also understood in a way that no one else would. His eye was something to show for it. "You shouldn't have followed me into the bathroom, Wolf," I said with a little laugh. I could hear the door outside open, our food was there and we'd probably get questioned as to what we possibly could have been doing in a bathroom together for 10 minutes.

We emerged, one after the other from the room. I could still feel the tinge of tears on my cheeks and Wolf could probably still taste the kiss on his lips, and we just stood there a moment before we found seats. Leon looked first at me, then at Wolf, then his tongue extended out to taste the air. If he caught anything, he didn't seem to mention it before he gave another shake of his head. Mr. Webber didn't even seem to notice we'd been gone or in the same restroom, but instead focused on the food that was presented to him. Maybe it was for the best we just didn't talk about it for now, but I felt worse for the fact that I had given him that little bit of hope when there's a chance it could be gone in the next few hours.

I buried those worries into the food and focused instead on the task at hand. Fara would hate me.

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Author's Note: And now we have the end of the next chapter, a little more Fox/Wolf action and a response to the kiss. Of course, the first kiss had some other repercussions, and we'll have information about Venom to look forward to in the coming chapters, but also Fara's father and other stuff. Chapter is still a touch shorter than the first two, but that's more or less fine because I have to have a lot of content in the next two chapters in particular and they'll be tougher to write as it is. Hope you all enjoyed, and again, please review. Thanks~