~Sorry about the late update! I'll be working on the next chapters as sort of one-shots of our fated couples! I hope you love it!~

After one final swing, the last of the stone to make a hole big enough for his massive body (seriously, he was 6 foot 6 and with a stocky physique that made Laxus look average at best) to be able to fit through. It took Azool an inordinately long amount of time since he could feel his mates eyes on him with every lift of his hammer as she fired question after question, barely letting him finish his answers before another question filled the space. It wasn't done maliciously so and even seemed genuinely interested in him if a little too enthusiastically. He was already hopelessly half in love with her and they had spent maybe two hours trapped together. Levy was brilliant, sharp-witted and sharp-tongued with a soft femininity about her that drove he and his dragon absolutely wild. Funny thing actually since he had been eyeing her lap for a pillow after his little pixie unfolded her legs to cross them in front of her. He couldn't remember the last time he slept with another warm body and hers looked like heaven.

"I think you'll have to take your cape back unless you wanted to collect everything that happened to be on the floor for as long as I have it." Her voice was light as she stood and bent at the waist to try and ball up the heavy mass of fur that she had learned came from a chimera on Ca-Elum. She missed the way his eyes scanned over her body but caught his blush when she turned to ask, "How long ago did you acquire this thing," gesturing to the mass of golden-brown fur she was having real issues trying to move.

"A few years after I left home, so that'll be," leaving his weapon standing upright as he crossed the short distance between them to throw his cape back over his shoulders and hook the clasp in place, "maybe, 15 years ago now."

Levy couldn't keep the shock from bleeding into her face and words as she looked over the rough lines of his face. It testified to the life of a hunter Azool seemed to live alone. "You haven't been home in 15 years?"

His laughter was gravelly and full-bodied as he picked his hammer up and made a motion for her to move to his side. "A little longer but I had plenty of time to learn every inch of Ne'wokoa while I was there and nothings changed while I've been away." He had confidence since his magic was directly related to the archipelago his home was nestled amongst for the easy reason that Honoa, his dragon, had created them from his own magic and part of his soul was tethered there thanks to his family and spiritual connection they had with island. Now that he had proved himself a true dragon by finding his mate, he could finally talk to his dragon again. He didn't know how the ancient grump would handle Levy.

"Are you going to go back?" An innocent question.

"Uhm," his mossy eyes darted around before catching hers for in instant and darting away again, the hand that wasn't balancing his ungodly large weapon shot to his jaw in his usual nervous habitual move to scratch his thick scruff, "I'd have to bring you with me if we- I- in order to go back."

Holy balls, this brute was most definitely nervous around her. This massive, big-boned, barbarian was nervous around her. That's actually really cute that the Dragon Slayer of Honoa, slayer of Ishgar's greatest beasts, could take down a chimera but be scared of a girl a foot and half shorter and a hundred pounds lighter. But really, she had always wanted to go the Enca so and a visit to a mythical set of islands sounded perfect. It would take planning sure, but it's doable. Tucking her hair behind her ear, pulling out yet another piece of debris with a roll of her eyes, before speaking lowly as she flicked the twig away from her, "That would be a perfect getaway from winter in Magnolia."

"Yeah?" It was a gruff question but the hope in his eyes was enough to have her give him a reassuring smile.

"Yeah."Azool was a little more than speechless as he watched her happily stroll through the makeshift doorway and out into the dimly lit hall to yell out, "Hey guys," before her eyes narrowed on Laxus' frame and she made for a warpath, ignoring the greetings from the rest of her guildmates and...a bunch of people she didn't know, to stand directly in front of her Master with her arms crossed, waiting in a way that had Laxus thinking all blue-haired people were destined to take things over the top.

Rolling his steel-blue eyes down at her before slowly drawing them up to focus on the quickly growing mass heading right for them, the outline of an uncomfortably large hammer slung casually over his shoulder with his bulging bicep hanging over the handle, Laxus realized he was about to feel very small compared to Levy's dragon slayer. The thought would have bristled him before but not anymore. Now he just wanted to get his over with and get the hell out of this maze of stone.

"Hey! What the heck you jerk!" The blunette was not happy about being rolled over and ignored by the Lightning Slayer.

Lucy's eyes bulged as Levy's mate came more into the light. "Jesus fuck, Lev! He's gonna break you in half!"

"Gihihi, good luck with that, Shrimp." The Iron Slayer was snickering as he sent the blunette a wink that made her whole body heat before glancing over to Lucy and the sleepy-eyed beauty behind her. Both blondes were giving her bright smiles and thumbs up and Levy could practically feel the Celestial Mage's elbow jeering in her ribs despite being yards apart.

Turning to introduce her gentle giant of a mate, she was greeted by the sight of a unreadable face attached to a body free of worry and standing proudly at his full impressive height and he looked larger than life. Totally in his element and Levy had to make sure all the blushy looks and stutters from earlier weren't just hallucinations at the complete 180 degree turn in his demeanor.

"Lightning Slayer." A gruff greeting from the unknown man.

After staring him down for a minute which everyone save Emzadi and Natsu thought impressive since he was probably the scariest looking man they had seen for a good while, Laxus offered an arm and his name, "Laxus Dreyar."

Azool took his forearm in his hand in a modest grip before giving his name in return. "Azool Tirel. Have any of you found the book yet?"

The pinkette Fire Slayer piped up as he came to poke at Azool's beefy arms. "How do you know about the book, monster slayer?"

Cristoff quickly gave his apologies as he lightly smacked his mate's hand away from the other dragon slayer with an easy smile. "I'm Cristoff, this is Natsu and he's sorry for getting in your face."

"No I'm not." Zero remorse in his voice as he looked at his mate with a quizzical pinch to his face.

Azool ignored Natsu's denial in favor of nodding his acknowledgment to the the Lunar Slayer before answering the question. "My dragon never got to meet his mate so he spent most of his life searching for a way to find him; sol Viraag allowed them to be together in spirit as a meeting place. I know a great deal about this place." His face was stern and it gave him an unyielding look of strength and control.

This time, it was Levy who spoke, her brows furrowed as she grumbled incredulously while giving one of his greaves a light kick, "You couldn't have said that sooner?"

"You must have forgotten to ask, lou loto," was his easy response before giving a wave of his hand and the rest of her bits and pieces of nature that didn't belong in her hair fell away from her hair as if taken by a breeze. Realizing what just happened as a shiver shot from the nape of her neck down her arms and spine, she gave him a shy thankful smile and punched down her arousal from the sensual feel of his magic through her hair.

Lucy was just thankful to have someone to get them out of here. Pointing to herself and then her mate, she spoke with a light in her big brown eyes, "Lucy and this is my mate, Emzadi-"

Said blondes voice was playful and bright as she nuzzled Lucy's hair mid sentence. "I love it when you say that, sunshine."

Pushing through her soft laughter at the Solar Slayers absent interruption, "-please tell me you can get us out of here, Azool."

He took a moment to focus around him before he heard another voice through the stone. A quiet mumbling. It drew his thick brows together before he asked, "There are more slayers?"

"Just one more with us, unless you got any more dragons lurking in the halls you want to tell us about." Laxus also wanted to get out as soon as possible so even if there were more dragons, he was getting his nakama home before they added anymore mages into the mix.

While the two seemed to have curt if civilized back and forth, Lucy dragged Levy away to stand just on the other side of Sting's mate to act as a buffer so they could talk since he/she's layers of cloth did wonders for absorbing sound and they weren't going to say anything otherwise.

Whispering with a smug grin on her face, the blonde poked her best girlfriends forehead repeatedly as she spoke. "Tell me everything! Good god, he is big. What is he the dragon slayer of? Look at you blushing, Levy-chan!"

"Shut up!" Levy hissed out as she checked over her friends shoulder to see if anyone (Azool) had looked over to confirm he was still talking to Laxus before relaxing. It only took a few seconds before she burst into girlish giggles. "Lucy, he's so sweet and he gets nervous around me but just look at him. He's all man and muscle and sex."

"Levy!" Lucy put her hand to her chest, scandalized but extremely happy to be so.

Her eyes went dreamy for a second as she gushed about the massive man. "I thought he was gonna pick me up and snap me in half when I first saw him."

"Understandable." The blonde nodded along.

"But then he got all flustered and he laid out his cape for me to sit on, totally chivalrous. He's Encan from the Honoa Isles. The Honoa Isles." Making pointed eye contact with the blonde until her mouth split into an 'o' as the gears started turning.

"No," was all she could say, a giddy spark lighting in her eye. The Honoa Isles were infamous for being at the center of the Devil's Triangle but it was all speculation since no one could navigate the waters. Instruments would work the way they should and explorers always just ended up getting turned around to end up exactly where they began. It was a one of those things that ranked up there with Atlantis or the ruins in Ca-Elum and this behemoth was from there?

"Yes. Look at his markings and armor," putting her hands on her friends and turn her around to peek over Lucy's shoulder and gesture to the thick pale lines crossing over his physique as well as the layers of studded, reinforced leather hanging from a waistguard settled over black wrapping to keep the thick leather from rubbing the thick build of his middle no doubt from using a weapon that looked like it weight roughly a ton. "He said his dragon is Honoa and he wants to take me to the island he's from."

"Wow. That's crazy and awesome."

"Okay now that I finally got to share that with you," Levy drew the word out before giving her friend a devious smirk. "How's your mate doing? Hm?"

Lucy was pretty sure Levy's blue eyebrows were going waggle right off her face if she didn't stop making the ridiculous face at her as she let out a dreamy sigh, her eyes landing on the lithe body of her Solar Slayer. "Emzadi is perfect and warm. A little loud and...handsy, but perfect. She's actually Cristoff and Bickslow's younger sister."

Levy gave the tall blonde shamelessly pulling at Cobra's coat another onceover before her attention was focused on the pair of couples that genuinely had Levy curious to the point of confusion. "So Cristoff and Natsu...and Cobra with…"

"Bix, yeah. Poor guy didn't even know until we broke them out."

"No," Levy drew back, her turn to scandalized.

Lucy easily nodded back. "Yes."

While the two continued to catch up on all their favorite little tidbits of gossip, Gajeel and Vaara had taken to standing with matching looks of general annoyance and disapproval before she finally broke. Giving her eyes a roll as she let out a heavy breath, she gave his boot a soft kick to get his attention. "Hey." Gajeel lifted his head, surprised by the contact but only gave a grunt as his reply before she waved a hand towards Laxus. "He's gotta be a better master than Sting, right?"

"Easily." It was hard not to be better than Sting in Gajeel's opinion.

"Think he'd let me join?"

The Iron Slayer gave her a look that crossed irritation with surprise. Irritation at her confusing back and forth and confusion also from her irritating back and forth. He already hated it. "You'd come to Fairy Tail?"

A smile split her lips as she spoke confidently. "Yeah, Sting's an idiot on his best days and I fucking hate climbing that mountain every damn time I take a job." For some reason her words helped him relax a little from his stiff defensive posture.

Another minute of comfortable quiet passed before she scooted a little closer to elbow his crossed arm, her tone just on the cusp of something that might be considered playful if it hadn't been so dryly delivered. "You wouldn't happen to know anyone with an empty couch, huh?" He was about to answer with his own sarcasm but she interrupted before he could, "Cause you'll probably want to find one if I'll be taking the bed."

"What's that 'sposed to mean, woman?" Obviously not amused with her humor or the implication that she would be kicking him out of his own bedroom.

"Unless you want me to sleep on the couch…" Drawing her brow up as she fought the smirk on her lips watching the easy way he got worked up.

Gajeel scoffed. "Fuck that. You'll sleep with me. In my bed."

Oh, she touched a nerve there judging by the warning tone and the daggers he was shooting her. Unable to keep herself from picking, she drew lazily, "And if I don't want to sleep with you in your bed? You didn't even remember me. Takes a girl some time to get over that kind of brutal heartbreak at the hands of her soulmate no less."

His eyes shot away as he tried to come with something to defend himself. "Yeah well…"

"Don't worry, take your time, sweetheart," she blew her bangs out of her eye before leaning her head towards his shoulder and whispering gently, "I'm not going anywhere."

Aija's name was the only thing she got to keep from her life before she was taken and sold into the Pits of Pergrande as a gangly six year old Shinobi Mage. Unfortunately for her, her budding magic was no match against a girl three years older than her and she lost her first match but the pig that bought her had been feeling generous and only took her eyes from her. She was given two months to either die of infection or come back and win. Which she managed to do just barely. That was nearly two decades ago and since then, she had managed to become one of the Champions and earned herself a cushy life at the cost of the lives of her faceless opponents thanks to her learning enough Sound magic to use as a means of sonar in place of her sight. Shinobi Magic gave her a massive boost to her inherent agility and and endurance giving her endless amounts of stamina and magic if she timed her hits just right. As a side effect of her Sonar Magic, she nearly always needed to be talking or humming in order to see so it usually ended up in a lot of one-sided witty banter on her part and a lot of unamused enemies. Oh well. Angry enemies made mistakes and mistakes were easy to predict and dodge. Her hearing was better than most to keep her from running into traffic when she didn't want to keep muttering under her breath. It made people uncomfortable. She had been right in the middle of making her way back from the Pits after witnessing her would be opponent absolutely destroy his for the main event of the night. That made her uncomfortable. She was average height but slim and thankfully, flat-chested enough that they wouldn't get in her way or hinder her fighting in the ring to keep her constantly on the move and living. Her opponent looked like he used girls like her as toothpicks after eating a horse as finger foods. Things were not looking good for her. Her head of long deep blood red hair, the bound ends tipped in deady sharp pointed caps, shook with mirth as she laughed to herself before feeling the floor drop out from below her as she yiped out a curt, "Are you fucking kidding me right now with the floor," before her magic kicked in and her feet curled in on herself as she processed the small size and square shape of the stone room before landing in a perfect crouch, her hand extended as she heard the whisper of a shadow and immediately started muttering. "Oh, no. I'm not doing this. I fought a girl with Shadow Magic and it was a bitch and a half so no. Whoever you are, if you're not here to hurt me, I'm not here to hurt you but you'll only get one good hit in," Ah, there her friend was, hiding up in the corner like a spider, "so you better make it count." Flexing her fingers around a pair of steel daggers, her toothless smile grew wide in the dark as she hoped the guy would be feeling particularly froggy.

Rogue watched in earnest fascination as the woman built for deadly precision turned her head directly at his face. This was unsettling for two reasons and the first was that the room was dark, no light whatsoever which worked to his benefit. The second was the fact that above the controlled savagery of her twisted grin was a swath of stained piece of fabric covering the top half of her face completely to tie her length of hair out of her face. She was blind or arrogant enough that she felt she didn't need her sight. He tried to keep from setting the woman off while she was obviously fresh from a fight herself. Her feet were wrapped all the way up the knees of a pair of loose black pants with a wide waistband, her chest and arms wrapped in the same dirty white wrappings as her feet and eyes with an open sleeveless silk robe the same ruby-wine color of his eyes with the shinobi symbol proudly displayed on the back. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm not even certain where here is."

Her blood-thirst subsided as her smile morphed into a lopsided smirk as he slowly approached her, her daggers returning to their hidden home on her back. "Excellent. From what I can tell, it's a stone room without means of a way out. Now if I were a superstitious person, I would say that we just teleported because I can tell you aren't from Pergrande and I'd have recognized you if you were a fighter like me."

That caught his attention. The Pits was an infamously brutal colosseum used for literal bloodsport and the main attraction and events with the most invested into were the gladiator bouts to the death. It wouldn't explain the lines of either side of lips that gave proof of a near constant smile on her face.

"Well, only one way to find out and since you seem to have quite the power tucked away in that pretty body of yours. What are you, like an even 6 foot?" Her voice was clear and ringing but evenly so as a result of her magic.

"If I used my magic in space this small for the power I'd need to take the wall out, it would do more harm to you than the wall and I don't know what's on the other side of that wall but we aren't alone here. One of the other dragons will come." It was only partially true but the part about other dragons coming was true enough. Rogue had taken the time to note the odd symbol in the corner of the book having remembered it from when he was a child and look it up to at least get the name of the strange magic it represented; a type of lost magic called sol Viraag that alluded to throughout draconic history with no real information beyond that. It roughly translated out of draconian to a place for those separated from their heart. Since both he and Sting were unmated and his equal-opposite rarely made it very long into reading reports without needing help, he figured it would take very little time for the blond to find them.

That hopeful thought had been nearly three hours ago and Aija had taken to juggling her daggers with skillful precision as she muttered under breath, having nothing to do with needing to see. "I might have been able to at least loosen a stone by now if I would have known your Master would take this long. Mine's an ass but at least he cares about his investments." Rogue had tried explaining the guild system to her but the only thing that stuck with her was how the head of the guild was given the title Master and she just immediately correlated the two separate meanings if the word for the same and he gave up the argument.

There was a shift in the air that had both heads whipping towards the same spot in the wall before a light completely blinding Rogue but as far as Aija could tell, there was a lot of heat followed by the whoosh of fresh air and brightly spoken, "Rogue? Please tell me you're actually in there."

"I'm in here-"

"Where's your mate," was all the guildmaster was worried about as his head scanned uselessly in the dark of the room for either bodies to appear.

"Mate? As in...buddy ol'friend, ol'pal?" Aija jested from the pitch black of the room.

Rogue may or may not have known how to tell the former-slave that by draconian law, she was his to protect and see to which meant she had no owner and she no longer had to fight for her life and her living, not that she had much trouble with it now but it wouldn't last forever and she knew that. She had made her opinion of her lifestyle apparent in her neverending chatting and she thought she made the best of the situation considering the life expectancy of a mage born in Pergrande is 20 years, 25 if you do well in the Pits so she was rounding up on her benchmark. It seemed like a weird time to interject and say 'not if you bind yourself to me forever through an ancient bond decided by fates'. Fate had put her in that cesspool and taken her sight.

He wasn't fast enough to beat the rich timbre of Natsu's cheery voice as his head poked in above Sting's. "Mate as in soulmate, dragon-making mates. That kind of mate."

Oh how she wished she had eyes to roll now. "Oh really now." The way she said it made Natsu think she actually wasn't asking him anything.

The redhead thought it over like the calculating veteran she was. On one hand, she had just met Rogue but on the other, she actually liked breathing and wanted to keep it up since she was already on an all-time high for consecutive breaths so if this offered her a way to not lose her streak, she'd take it. Being a Champion of the Pits made her very popular with men and women with gold spare and a passing desire to sleep with a killer so it wouldn't be too difficult to fake it til they made it. "What does being your mate mean for me exactly?"

The Shadow Slayer had really hoped to have this conversation someplace that wasn't in front of every other dragon slayer he knew but he guessed now was as good of time as any. "You would live with me-"

"Where is that again? Does it snow there? I've always wanted to see fresh snow…" Her thoughts drifted to the times it did snow when she was young enough to notice but the filth of the city and blood from the fights ruined the crisp white before anyone could appreciate it.

A soft smile split Rogue's lips as he crossed into the dim light coming from the hole as Lucy and Levy poked their head in from the opposite side of the doorway making two more head shaped shadows in the light. "I live on the outskirts at the foot of the mountain Sabertooth's guild hall is built on. The peaks have snow year round and falls heavily around Christmas."

"Yeah, and it doesn't stop," Levy scoffed with an annoyed huff that pulled breathy laughter from Lucy who loved winter and all things within her embrace save the freezing temperature and actually doing things while it stayed below freezing.

"Sold!" The Shinobi Mage agreed readily with a toothy grin as she seamlessly looped her arm in the crook of his elbow before making a dramatically overblown gesture to accompany her 'after you' which was received by a stunned Shadow Mage before she spoke up again. This time a whisper as she ducked her head towards his, her hand taking in the soft material of his robes. "A lady such as myself might take offense to such a boring response." Snapping his eyes to the cheeky grin on her lips and the ease at which she carried herself from being someone who spends most their time boasting about severing arteries or actually doing so. She continued, pulling him forward the same time he finally lifted his head to notice the whole of their party was staring at he and his mate. She might be used to having all eyes on her but he didn't enjoy the weight of it. "So does this mean you're gonna get me a ring? I've never had any jewelry so I think a ring would be a good start. I always wanted to get my nose pierced but I accidentally ripped one those big bull nose rings right out of guy's face with a wicked set of horns and the noise made an impact." Turning her head towards Rogue, "You know what I mean?"

No. He did not know what she meant and he was going to have a really hard time adjusting to her being blind if she didn't act like it as her head tilted impatiently. "I can get you a ring if you wanted, Aija."

"Nothing fancy though." She reassured with a few pats of her hand to his cheek before being pulled into the mob of women while Sting gave his best friend a congratulatory hug for knowing his mates name which pulled the Shadow Slayer's brows together but he was used to the incoherent babblings of his magical counterpart and took it in stride.

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It had taken them an hour to get settled in before Azool, Natsu and Rogue managed to put all the helpful information out for the rest of the group to try and make something out of it all.

"So what would happen if we kept blowing through walls?"

"Or straight up?"

"Really, any direction will work just as well as any as long as you picked one," Cobra drawled from behind Bickslow's back where he had pretty much stayed while the Seith carried on with his usual extroverted ways with his arms crossed over his chest, Cobra's hands in his to hold him in place as he dozed in and out of light sleep. Cristoff was trying to see if any of Kaleb's Mindreader magic suddenly rubbed off on him to insert all sorts of victory flags with his name on it into his sisters big blonde head as he marked down another point in favor of his power bottom theory. She remained unmoved.

Thankfully, Azool put a stop to that destructive line of thinking before Natsu and Sting started arguing over who got to do what with a firm veto of the destruction plan as a whole and asking who was the first person to touch the book when it appeared. Natsu spoke up only to be shut down by a swift line of questioning that ended in the pile of them being lead back down the hall to the room he and Cristoff broke out of where the book was waiting, back under its spotlight standing on its pedestal and Lucy nearly lost it.

"Seriously? Back on the wiggy-spooky scene?" She crossed right over in front of the book before turning back towards the towering man with the best judgement on the topic with a determined look in her eye that had Emzadi letting out a girlish sigh as Vaara and Gajeel looked between the pair with matching looks of disgust.

Sting had been scooting closer to his mate gradually throughout events of the night and had managed to get the toe of his boot under the edges of their robes so he was feeling particularly good as his darted over to his mate before fixing them forward missing the instant their dove grey eyes flitted over to him, taking in the earring dangling from his ear before flitting back.

"I would say you could try it," Levy was developing an addiction for the absent way he scratched his beard when he talked, "but I'm not sure where you'll land. It's a fifty-fifty shot to land wherever you were when you touched the book."

"The mine," she hissed as she glared at the book out of the corner of her eye.

Emzadi spoke easily as she sauntered up next her mate and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "But I was on vacation somewhere sunny and tropical, my little gold nugget, and I'm willing to play those odds if it means getting a taste of you on the other side," before boldly smacking the book and disappearing once again.

Vaara immediately grabbed Gajeel's shirt in her fist and asked on the way towards the book, "Where were you?" Meaning when he disappeared.

Understanding what she meant, he gruffed out, "Still in Fiore."

The Corrosion Mage gave a shrug, "Good enough for me," before she followed the Solar Slayer's footsteps and the two of them disappeared. Next came Cristoff and Natsu at Bickslow's insistence as a big brother before he and Cobra followed suit. Then came Rogue at Sting's insistence that 'he go first' before apologizing to his mate for how messy his office was with an almost shy kind of blush as he rubbed the back of his head and touching the book himself to leave Azool, Levy, Lola and Laxus all standing around the book with their arms crossed and stern expressions on their faces that didn't read as upset, just evaluating as Levy broke the quiet. "How well do you think that went, Master?" Her tone was good at hiding the sarcasm beneath her words.

His response, "It'll be a miracle if they're all in Fiore."

Azool coughed nervously as he pointedly did not make eye contact with his unknowing mate. "You've got to worry about dropping back in the thick of it in Ca-Elum."

"What were you doing there?" She admonished with wide eyes.

He rolled his shoulders as he adjusted his grip on his hammer. "I heard a rumor about a hydra."

"Really now? That'll be right good fun," Lola encouraged wholeheartedly before leaning her face up toward Laxus' as she leaned into the bulk of him, "Right? You mage lot love that kind of thing, yeah?"

Knowing Levy (yes, he remembered her name after a constant back and forth of 'Lu-chan!' 'Levy-chan!' for passed hour) would absolutely not like that, he gave his mate a firm nod of his head before smirking. "Absolutely, we do."

Before the blunette could get her choice insults locked and loaded, Azool let out hearty chuckles before setting his closed fist gently on the cover to have the pair disappear.

His little orange ball of energy wiped at her nose thoughtlessly before beaming up at him, "Well, what'dja say we go for quickie, babe," before winking her beautiful clear eye and reaching her hand out to brush the cover, a genuine smile quirking the edge of his lips at the lilting play in her words.

~I'm so glad you guys like the OC's. I was nervous about putting them in but then this kind of started as a silly piece and now its like a real one XD

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH YOU LOVELY PEOPLE for your words and support. Seriously. You da bomb dot com. ~