Chapter 2

"There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it."

But outside wasn't safe, either. Nowhere was safe. Everywhere he saw blood. And he saw people becoming deformed, their shapes elongating, surrounded by black shadows.

He fell on his knees, trembling. In front of him stood the man he had seen in his dreams—the one with the black hood covering his face. There was an added detail now: a sword, sheathed and attached to his back with a leather strap. Sasuke could see its black hilt. There was a tiny red snake curling around it.

"Why are you so afraid of me? I just want to help." He was speaking to Sasuke for the first time. His voice sounded young. And British. Huh. He revealed himself now, pulling back the hood. And Sasuke couldn't help but be shocked that he looked like a completely normal person. Pale skin, blue eyes, light blonde hair, somewhat delicate appearance for a guy; that black nail polish and eyeliner he wore weren't helping.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Deidara. I'm a reaper. And you don't need to introduce yourself, I already know who you are." His voice was rather low and smooth, clashing with his pretty, almost effeminate appearance. The British accent sounded exaggerated, and it made Sasuke want to laugh. Reaper? What was this guy talking about? "By the way," Deidara said, pointing a finger, "I wouldn't talk to me, if I were you. Not here. People are already staring enough as it is. They can't see me, or hear me. I'm only showing myself to you right now."

Shit. Sasuke looked around. The blood and deformities were gone. There was just a bunch of normal people in the street, in front of the bar, and most of them were staring indeed. One of them had taken out his phone. Sasuke hoped he wasn't calling the cops or anything.

He tried to get up, but his legs were trembling too much, and they wouldn't obey. He felt like he was frozen in a block of ice.

"Sasuke! There you are." Naruto had just pushed open the bar's red door. He wasn't wearing a coat either, but he didn't look cold. He grabbed Sasuke's arm and pulled him to his feet. Some people stopped staring now—now that there was a normal person involved. "Are you okay?" Naruto asked in a low voice. "You don't look okay." Even though he was clearly concerned, there was still this forced edge to his tone. This nervousness about him.

"Listen," Naruto said when Sasuke didn't answer, "do you want to come to my place tonight?"

"Really? After this," Sasuke looked to the side, where he could still see Deidara, "you still want to take me home?"

"Well, yeah. If you want to."

Sasuke thought of his own bedroom. He used to associate his bedroom with comforting thoughts—it was so clean, organized and nice. But lately he associated it with inevitable nightmares. And Deidara was still there. Surely he would follow him home, and haunt his nightmares some more.

To his horror, Deidara actually stepped closer. His pale blue eyes seemed to gleam under the streetlights.

"That's it, Sasuke. Go with the little fox." Again with that thick British accent, almost like he was from another era. "You need him right now."

"What?" he whispered, unable to stop himself. "What do you mean?"

Naruto didn't seem to hear any of this.

"Sasuke come on I'm getting us a cab." Naruto pulled him closer the way an adult would a disobeying child.

One cab seemed to come out of nowhere and stopped when Naruto hailed it. They sat in the back and Naruto leaned forward to speak to the driver.

"34th Street please, near 2nd Avenue."

The driver nodded and Naruto settled back in his seat. Sasuke shuddered when he saw—although he wasn't so shocked anymore—that Deidara was sitting in the passenger seat. He tried to ignore him. But his words still echoed in his head. You need him right now.

"Why do you want to take me home?" he asked. He realized he had his hand on the door handle, like he was ready to jump out of the moving vehicle if Naruto gave a wrong answer. He must have looked like a crazy person. Which he was, really, considering he could see someone currently sitting in the passenger seat and no one else could.

"Because I… want to," Naruto said, but it sounded almost like a question. He didn't sound sincere at all.

"Prove it."

"What?" He shifted uneasily in his seat.

Sasuke shrugged. "Prove it. Prove you're into me. Kiss me or something." He couldn't believe he had just said that. So maybe the drug was still working after all.

"I can't." He glanced towards the driver.

And clearly the driver had been listening. "Oh, I don't mind," he said with a wave of his hand. "This is New York. You think I've never seen two dudes kissing?"

Naruto took a deep breath, and took Sasuke's hand, lacing their fingers. "It would be my first," he explained, before looking up with those blue eyes. They really were striking. There was a paler, almost turquoise circle around the pupils, and the rest of the irises tilted more toward cobalt. Sasuke had never seen someone with eyes like that before.

"That's sweet," Deidara said, smiling fondly. Of course, no one else heard him. Sasuke closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them his unwanted imaginary friend would be gone. But he was still there. Still smiling.

"You're so cold," Naruto said softly.

It was true. Well, either that, or Naruto's hand was incredibly warm. Sasuke felt a little better, just at having Naruto touching him. It felt to him like Naruto's warmth was melting a bit of the ice that seemed to be settling inside his chest lately. He was just so tired of feeling weak and cold all the time, not to mention helpless and with no idea whatsoever what was going on.

He found himself thinking he wished he could trust Naruto, and feel safe with him. But he couldn't. Not really.

"How old are you?" Sasuke asked.

"Seventeen," he admitted. "You?"

Sasuke had been looking at the buildings lining the street without really seeing them. He turned to glance at Naruto.

"Eighteen. How did you get in the bar?"

"How did you get in?"

"I know someone."

Naruto cleared his throat, and changed the subject. "Did you take drugs earlier?"

"Um… well…"

"Don't worry I'm not against it or anything. You just seemed really high at some point."

"Sorry about that…" He was still supposed to be high, actually. But he wasn't. Clearly there was something seriously wrong with his body. Now he wanted to change the subject. But he couldn't find anything to say.

Naruto was still holding his hand. He looked nervously outside the window, like he couldn't wait to be home.

"You can drop us off here," Naruto said when they reached Lexington Avenue. Sasuke reflexively reached out for his wallet but Naruto stopped him. "It's okay, I got it. You paid for the drinks earlier." He took out a few bills and told the driver to keep the change.

They hit the sidewalk and turned right on Naruto's street. It was a nice area—nicer than where Sasuke lived, but then he supposed it wasn't difficult to do better than Hell's Kitchen—with clean looking buildings and fancy little coffee shops. A bus came to a stop, dropped off some people, and then drove along. Naruto was still holding his arm, urging him along.

Sasuke realized he was being really slow, which was probably why Naruto was doing this. His legs just… wouldn't listen.

"I'm sorry," he panted. His entire body hurt and he felt sick. He was very aware of his heartbeat. It was erratic and it frightened him, like his heart wanted to come out of his chest. He felt so cold that it almost burned. He just had to stop for a moment.

"We're almost there," Naruto said urgently.

"Listen to him, Sasuke," Deidara said in a singsong voice. "You're almost there. He'll make you all better. Right, Naruto?"

"Shut up, demon," Naruto hissed.

Sasuke's eyes widened in shock. "You can see him?"

"I can now. But I could already feel his presence clinging to you before."

Deidara smiled, brushing some blonde hair from his forehead. "Oh? I made your supernatural senses tingle? I'm flattered. You can see me now only because I want you to. But I'm a reaper," he corrected. "I don't much like the term demon. Way too broad. I'm not some lower demon. Remember that." Swathed in black from his boots to his fingerless gloves, Deidara looked like some Batman cosplayer. Only the mask was missing.

Naruto's grip tightened on Sasuke's arm, so much that the pale skin was turning red. They must have looked like an odd pair. Someone passed them on the sidewalk, but they had their hood on, listening to their music. People didn't pay attention.

"All right. I don't have all freaking night," Naruto said. Suddenly he just grabbed Sasuke and hauled him over his shoulder, like some heavy package or something. He really felt sick, though.

"What are you doing? Shit. Stop."

But he was walking, holding Sasuke's legs against his chest with one arm. The pavement was crunching under his black converse shoes.

"As you can see," Deidara said near Naruto's ear, "Sasuke isn't in the best of shapes. He really needs your help."

"I'm the one that needs his help."

What the hell was going on? More importantly—

"I'm going to be sick," Sasuke said in a feeble voice.

"He really is," Deidara confirmed with a look at Sasuke's face.

With a sigh Naruto helped him down. Sasuke crawled to the side of a building, panting. He had never felt so terrible in his entire life. He really felt as though he was going to die. His heartbeat was fast, then slow, then fast again—that couldn't be good. He felt an unpleasant burning feeling in his chest, but everywhere else he felt freezing cold, and he was trembling.

Apparently Naruto—or whoever this guy really was—wasn't completely heartless because he lowered himself into a crouch next to him so he could tuck Sasuke's hair behind his ear and hold it there. His fingers touched Sasuke's piercings as he did so.

Sasuke was embarrassed, though. "Get away from me…"

"It's okay. Just get it out."

And he did. Those mojitos, which was nothing to be too alarmed about, but then… blood. A lot of blood. His body was racked with spasms and his lungs were on fire as he coughed some more of the thick red substance. He was terrified, but he couldn't stop. Naruto had a hand on his trembling back.

"So you too," he whispered.

"What?"

Naruto ignored him. As he finished coughing, Naruto pulled him up. But this time he slid his arms under him and scooped him up, pressing him against his chest and carrying him like this. It was embarrassing. How strong was this guy? But Sasuke, even though he was freaking out, couldn't help but notice things. Like, Naruto smelled nice. Fresh, and clean, and like… nature. Something exotic he couldn't quite describe—something that didn't belong to the city, but rather in the forests or in the mountains, along with the pure wind and clear stream water.

He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. His head rolled onto Naruto's shoulder, and he wasn't sure if he fell asleep or passed out, but no nightmares clouded his mind this time.

…

Unfortunately, this blissful rest didn't last very long.

When he woke up, Sasuke was on a double sized bed, in a dark room. There were lit scented candles on the desk, dresser and night table. The smell was pungent, and Sasuke almost felt sick again. The only thing he could tell from the person living in this room was that they liked reading; there were loads of books, magazines and even newspapers piled up all over the place. Wasn't that a bit dangerous, with all those candles?

He realized there was someone lying down next to him on the bed. He also realized their hands were tied together in the middle of the bed, with shoe laces or something. Sasuke turned his head to look at him properly; early twenties, short black hair, pale skin. They actually looked rather alike. It was a bit frightening.

Your brother never used it. Will you?

That voice in his head had said something like that. Did he really have a brother? Was this him? In any case, he didn't look so good. He was clearly unconscious, and very pale. And his breathing was strained.

"What's going on?" Sasuke asked weakly.

Naruto was looming over the bed now, looking determined and focused. His hands were glowing softly. There was a strange, soft wind blowing in the room, even though the window was shut tight. This wind didn't come from outside. It wasn't cold at all.

"Who is he?" Sasuke asked.

"Someone I need to save."

Naruto pressed his hands to both Sasuke's and the other guy's hands. Sasuke swallowed a lump of fear and tried to understand what was going on. But how could he, with so little explanation?

Dark shadows crept up from the other one's body, like they were slipping from his pores. Even if Sasuke didn't know what was going on, his body knew, apparently. Because he craved those shadows. This dark energy. He knew it was his, somehow.

It went through Naruto first. A shadow crossed his eyes, and there was a pained look on his face. His hand held Sasuke's so tightly that he thought the little bones in his fingers would break.

Suddenly the room was filled with blood. It was leaking from the ceiling and pouring all over. On the books, and down the sides of the furniture, and onto the floor. But Sasuke wasn't afraid of the blood, for once. He felt… relieved, somehow. Like he knew it would all be over soon.

'No… it won't be over. It'll be the beginning.'

Deidara was watching from the corner of the room, his arms crossed. He looked worried.

The dark energy was still going through Naruto, and there were beads of sweat trickling down the sides of his face. But now it was leaking from him, and into Sasuke's body. Finally.

His heart started beating inhumanly fast. And it hurt. It all came rushing through him. A powerful energy, something unstoppable, fierce and terribly frightening. But he needed it. He was dying without it. He knew this instinctively. Every fiber of his being ached for it. And it filled him now, like blood in his veins.

But there was too much of it. His body couldn't handle it. The black shadows made him suffocate. The blood overwhelmed him. It got in his eyes, and in his throat. He felt like he was drowning, and he panicked. He knew the blood wasn't real, but he panicked still.

And then he was somewhere else. The room was gone. Naruto was gone.

He was in a dark place with what looked like snow underfoot. Even though it was dark, he could still see menacing darting shapes in the night. They were threatening him, taunting him, mocking him. What were they? They were getting closer.

His head jerked to the side as he heard moans in the distance. Like someone being hurt, tortured. "Stop," they were begging, "stop…" He took a step toward that voice, but then a harsh, strong wind rose, preventing him from even moving. And that wind carried the smell of fire and ashes. And he felt terribly cold.

Those darting black shapes were still here. They were almost on him. He squeezed his eyes shut, and brought his arms up to shield his face.

Then he heard Deidara's voice, cutting through the thick darkness.

"Sasuke, come back, all right? It's not over for you yet. I'll explain everything later. But for now, come with me."

As he breathed in sharply and sat up on the bed he saw only Naruto, looking at him with tears in his eyes, panting.

"You're alive."

"Apparently."

…

"What the fuck is happening to me? What… What did you do? What was that all about? Who was that guy? Why were we tied up?"

Everything was kind of blurry now, but Sasuke still remembered everything that went down. And he wanted to understand. He was kind of upset; he had never felt so vulnerable before. And Naruto was still a stranger.

He stood now in front of him, on the other side of the kitchen island, drinking his coffee. Sasuke wasn't drinking his. He just clutched the mug between his hands tightly.

"What about those… those visions? Or nightmares, or hallucinations—whatever the hell they were. What was that about? Was any of it real? And if it wasn't, then… then I don't get it, because why would my brain decide to hallucinate about some… some… British… reaper?"

Naruto almost laughed, then seemed to think better of it. He cleared his throat. "No, he was definitely real. He's probably still around. Hiding himself. Waiting for me to do all the explaining." He sighed.

"Well you better start. I have to work in the morning."

"You probably shouldn't go to work. Not after all this."

"Why not?"

Naruto studied his face for a moment. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm… I'm okay."

"Really?" He sounded skeptical.

"Better than before," Sasuke said defensively.

It was true. The coldness that seemed to be engulfing him as surely as death would a terminally ill patient was slowly fading now. With every passing second he felt a bit stronger, like his body was finally recovering from something—he just didn't know from what.

"So what do you want to know?" asked Naruto. He drank his coffee like it was the only thing keeping him from collapsing and falling asleep this instant. Maybe it was.

Sasuke shifted uneasily in his stool chair—it wasn't that comfortable, really.

"Who's that other guy?"

"Itachi's my brother. Adopted," he quickly added. "And he's your biological brother."

"Well… why didn't we grow up together then? What happened to… to our biological parents?"

"They're dead," Naruto said. He turned to the coffee machine and made himself another cup.

"Well don't sugarcoat it."

Naruto looked at him, spoon in his hand. "What? I always put a lot of sugar in my coffee."

"No I meant… Anyway, never mind. Can we please go back to the part where you explain what the hell is going on?"

"I saved you," he said. "Remember that."

"So what, I'm supposed to be grateful? You didn't even know I'd make it out alive." If he understood correctly… Apparently he did. Naruto's expression changed.

"Well I had to save my brother," he replied.

"How's he doing?" Sasuke's voice was softer.

"Sleeping. He should be okay. Anyway, look. Here's what we'll do." Naruto quickly went to another room, and Sasuke heard some rummaging around. Then he came back with a heavy looking book. Well it was more like a journal really. As he put it down in front of Sasuke, he saw that it was all handwritten, with papers and photos sticking out at intervals. He looked up.

"This was my mother's journal. I read all of it," Naruto explained, "and so should you. It explains everything."

Naruto had to be joking. This thing was massive. Sasuke opened it up, and started reading the first entry.

'July 1st, 1985. Name: Kushina Uzumaki. I start this journal now, because I think it is important to chronicle my family life, love life—all of the happy days, but also all the challenges I'll need to overcome…'

Was Naruto insane? He wasn't going to read about his mother's love life.

He shut down the journal so suddenly that Naruto jumped and spilled some of his coffee.

"What are you doing?"

"Naruto… I haven't got fifty freaking hours of free time to sit through this pile of crap."

"Hey," he said angrily, pointing a finger, "don't insult my mom."

"Well I haven't got one, so I can insult other people's mothers if I want to."

"You're being immature."

"And you're giving yourself excuses. You're going to sit the fuck down and give me a nice little summary of whatever's relevant in this huge—in this journal."

Naruto slid the other chair to the other side of the island quietly, and sat down as he was asked. He sighed dramatically, raking his fingers through his dark blonde locks lazily.

"My mom, and your mom… they were kind of like… witches. It was nothing crazy. They mostly did healing stuff. And minor little spells. Making flowers bloom before their time. Cute spells. They never used any supernatural powers for… for evil or anything like that. So basically, my parents had always been good friends with your parents. Your parents already had a kid. Itachi." He looked toward the bedroom where Itachi was still sleeping. Sasuke just waited. "Itachi was five years old when it happened. I wasn't even born yet. They just explained everything to me later." He looked at the journal.

"When what happened?"

"Your father was possessed by a demon, and—"

"No."

"What?"

"No… please, don't… Fuck." Sasuke pushed away his cup of coffee and folded his arms on the cool granite counter top, before pressing his face in his arms. He just couldn't look at Naruto right now. "Please don't say what I think you're going to say."

"What do you think I'm going to say?"

"That I'm half-demon, or something? Because it sounds like the plot to some crappy anime series."

Naruto didn't deny it. "My parents had some… abilities. They managed to banish the demon from your father's body. Like an exorcism. But he didn't survive it. It was hard on your mom, as I can imagine and I'm sure you can, but she was a strong woman, because she believed that she would be okay, and that you would be okay, too. She had faith that you would be just a normal kid. And you were… a normal kid. But…"

Sasuke looked up. Naruto's voice was soothing, somehow. It was raspy and sounded tired but it was soft, too. And quiet. Maybe he didn't want to wake Itachi.

"But what?"

"There was this dark sort of… aura. Energy. Whatever you want to call it. And it was going to kill you. As a little child, your body just couldn't… Well," Naruto waved a hand towards him, "clearly your body can handle it now, even though at first you… well, I think you died for a moment, and then came back—"

"Can we please not reminisce on that part anymore?"

"Itachi wanted to help," Naruto said, crossing his arms. "He was really mature for his age. He understood everything, even though no one told him, to spare him. But he understood anyway. And he wanted to save you. He wanted you to be able to grow up and have a normal life."

"I wouldn't call foster care a normal life, but…"

"Well at least you had one," Naruto countered.

Sasuke arched an eyebrow, but he said nothing. He just looked away.

"Itachi asked my parents to transfer the dark energy to him. He told them he could contain it in order to save you. Somehow he knew he could. Of course, my parents said no. No matter how grown up he sounded, he was still just a little kid. They tried everything they could. They tried to banish it like they did your demon father. Nothing worked."

"What about my mother? What did she want to do?"

"She, um…" Naruto scratched his hair. "She didn't survive childbirth, so… My parents had to take all the decisions."

Well no wonder no one had wanted him around, Sasuke thought. As a new born child he had already been messing everybody's life.

"They decided to do it," Naruto continued. "To transfer it to Itachi—at least part of it. At first they didn't want to give him everything. Just, like, half of it or something. And they hoped that would be enough to save your life."

"Couldn't I survive on my own?"

"No," Naruto said flatly, "you were constantly crying, and you wouldn't eat anything, and you couldn't sleep, so you were almost dead."

Sasuke frowned. "That doesn't make any sense. Recently I've been… having those same problems—except for the crying part—and that was because I didn't have that dark… whatever. That you clearly just gave back to me. I mean, I'm starting to understand, even though it's crazy, but—"

"Well clearly your body doesn't know what the hell it wants." Naruto stared.

"Right." Sasuke cleared his throat and settled back in his chair. Stupid uncomfortable chair. "So that's what happened then? They transferred it to Itachi to save me?"

"Yeah. He ended up taking all of it. Clearly he has some supernatural skill of his own, or just some high tolerance to those kinds of powers. He lived a normal life until recently. He started feeling really sick—it was like his body was finally rejecting it, after all those years."

"I started feeling sick recently, too."

"I thought that was just the drugs and alcohol."

"You're kind of a jerk, you know that?"

"Only to people I don't like."

Sasuke stared. "So is that why your parents adopted Itachi but gave me up to some orphanage with no explanation whatsoever, then? Because they didn't like me?"

"Jee, how insecure are you?"

"Can you blame me?"

Naruto scratched his hair again. Its blonde shade looked paler in the kitchen's whitish, artificial light. Sasuke closed his eyes for a moment. They burned—lack of sleep, he supposed.

"They couldn't keep you around. I'm just quoting what I read in the journal that you're too busy to read. I wasn't even born, remember? So don't blame me, either. This dark aura that had been so carefully confined within Itachi… They didn't want to risk it coming out and clinging back to you. It could've happened. Your body could've started craving it a lot sooner. And it would've either killed you, or made you really evil, or something. Itachi had it so well contained, by some miracle. And it was his wish that you would be allowed a normal childhood, away from all that stuff. So they thought it was for the best. You can't blame any of us. I grew up loving Itachi as my own brother. I knew he was adopted, but I didn't care. I didn't even want to know the details. I just loved him. And eventually they told me everything, because Itachi started to get sicker and sicker, and they couldn't hide it anymore."

Sasuke almost didn't want to ask. "Where are your parents now?"

Naruto didn't look at him. "They tried one final time to banish the dark energy contained in Itachi. My parents always kept track of where you were, just in case. But Itachi didn't want them to seek you. He wanted them to leave you out of this. So they respected his wish, and instead they tried something really dangerous. It worked when your father was possessed, because the demon was something that didn't belong here. But it didn't work the second time. They were too careful… They were afraid to hurt Itachi so their spell was a lot milder. It backfired. Instead of coming out the demon was able to possess Itachi for a brief moment and… My parents didn't make it." He said that really quickly, and then cleared his throat. Sasuke could tell he was leaving stuff out. "That thing that's in you now. It belongs to you. And you belong here. So unfortunately we're stuck with it."

And it killed my parents. It was written all over his eyes. That was what Naruto wanted to say. But he didn't say it.

This wasn't fair. None of this was Sasuke's fault. Not really. He didn't even know about any of it.

"You could've told me," said Sasuke.

"What?"

"You could've just told me! You knew where I lived, right? You said your parents kept track. You could've just… showed up and explained everything properly, and—"

"You wouldn't have believed me."

Now Sasuke was getting angry. There was a lump in his throat for some reason. "Of course I would've believed you! I was seeing blood everywhere and black shadows and that reaper guy and there was a voice in my head… I thought I was going insane! What choice would I have but to believe you? I believe you now, don't I? You should have told me sooner. Spared Itachi some pain."

Spared your parents.

Naruto made to wipe the corner of his eye, then raked his fingers through his tousled hair instead, before resting his hand at the back of his neck. He swallowed. "Well. It's too late now."

"Instead you followed me." Sasuke's eyes narrowed. "You followed me to that club. And you pretended to be into me? So I would follow you here? That is sick."

"You're the one who's sick. You were all over me."

Sasuke got up. He wouldn't hear any more of this. "You homophobic asshole."

"I'm not homophobic," Naruto said defensively. "I'm just straight, that's all."

Sasuke headed toward the door. "Well you should have just told me you needed my help. I would've come with you. Would've saved us both the embarrassment."

"You're the only one embarrassed!"

"Well you should be way more embarrassed than I am! The way you acted, it just isn't right."

He was almost out of that stupid apartment, when Naruto caught up to him and stopped him.

"Wait," he said, holding his phone. "I need your number. For Itachi," he said quickly, "he'll want to contact you when he feels better."

"He sounds nice," Sasuke said. Unlike you.

He gave him the number. He saw what Naruto had written instead of his name in his contacts list.

"Gay Jerkbag. Nice. I like it," he said with a serious face, and their eyes met.

"It suits you," Naruto replied evenly.

"Uh-huh."

All in one movement, Sasuke leaned closer, placed a hand behind Naruto's neck, and kissed him. It wasn't just a little kiss, either. It was deep and hard but soft all at once, and it was over too quickly, leaving one wanting for more—if they did want it, of course—the way a first kiss should be.

Naruto was too shocked to say anything. His blue eyes were ridiculously wide, and he couldn't stop staring at Sasuke, like he really wanted to either hit him or say something, anything—probably something mean, too—but he couldn't. Sasuke smiled and tapped his cheek, before walking away.

"The homophobic ones are usually just a little too deep in the closet, you know." And with that said he shut the door in Naruto's face and went to rush down the five flights of stairs so he could leave the building and hopefully never come back.

Oh, that explanation wasn't anywhere near good enough. But he didn't want to stick around and chat with Naruto, for obvious reasons. He would wait and speak with Itachi instead, and try to figure out if all of this was really true.

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Author's Note: Yay, I got some reviews, I'm so happy! So I decided to update extra fast because it's the beginning of the story and I don't want to leave you hanging too long^^