"A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you.

And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it's the most painful thing you'll ever have to do and that you've ever done..."

― C. JoyBell C.

Chapter Twenty-Four. Unknown Fragments, Painful Riddance

"What do you mean you're 'taking me back'?"

Tora sighed at the wide-eyed look on his companion's face. "It means exactly that. I'm taking you back. Bringing you back to the estate with me, and never letting you live anywhere else again."

Akari's mouth dropped open, she couldn't be anymore astonished. "Well, that's all a bit dramatic." He had said it so plainly, but really, what a drama queen!

She was right, it sounded very dramatic when he said it like that. And yet, he was as casual and cool as ever as he observed her and spoke.

Tora raised an eyebrow, still leaning on his hand. "You don't seem to be too upset about it."

"Maybe... that's because..." He looked at her unblinkingly, and she just couldn't get the words out. "What is this, all of a sudden, anyway? Or can I even ask?"

Tora groaned, sitting up properly, pulling his cheek from where it rested. "I knew you'd be like this, I just didn't want to have to deal with it quite yet..." He moaned out, looking a bit tired as his shoulders slumped just the slightest bit.

"Too bad, Igarashi." She stuck her chin out, unwilling to feel bad for him. "I feel like something's missing here- you always have your reasons for everything."

"Maybe I shouldn't have reconsidered binding your hands, duct taping your mouth shut, and just throwing you in the trunk..." He murmured, leaning back with his arms behind his head as if he were seriously contemplating this.

She smacked his arm and he looked at her with half-shut eyes, golden orbs sharply chastising her for the action.

"That's not funny." She told him, and he smirked as a response.

"You look angry," He commented, leaning forward a little bit and edging closely towards her. She barely had time to catch the intent he had in his eyes before he spoke again. "It makes me want to do stuff like this-"

Abruptly, he reached out and grabbed behind her neck with one hand, his other coming up to steady her as he pulled her closer and leaned in. Akari's eyes automatically shut as his mouth found hers, molding into the perfect kiss while his lips slanted over her own, pressing softly, then adding more pressure. He began to tug lightly on her hair, his way of asking her to grant him entrance. When she refused, however, knowing her questions would never be answered if they kept this up, he simply tugged harder, until it caused her to grunt slightly at the sudden pain, which in turn allowed him to stick his tongue happily right inside.

As their tongues began to dance, he ran a hand along her arm, then let it slide to her back, rubbing up and down sweetly in a caress of sorts. His tongue pulled back slightly so that he could bite her lip, causing her to unintentionally let out a moan and reach up to grasp at him. With both her hands now at his shoulders, he began to push her down, all the while sliding his hand from behind her back and to her face, holding it closer to his as he shoved his tongue right back into her mouth once more.

In mere minutes, they had gone from arguing to a mumbling mess. She was underneath him now, having been pressed down with her back hugging the seat below her while his hands moved along from her face, to her shoulders, down to her hips. Akari, her mind lost somewhere she couldn't recall since his tongue was doing wondrous things to her, began to inhale as much air through her nose as she could, her body knowing that despite all this pleasure, she still needed oxygen.

Tora's body must have known this as well, because he carefully pulled away, leaving a slim trail of saliva in his wake. He grunted when he felt her knee caught unintentionally between his legs, and shifted slightly so that he was more comfortably placed on top of her. Looking down on her, it was then that he realized what he was doing, and just who it was he was looking at.

It wasn't just Akari anymore.

This might be- the very girl he loves.

A strange twinge in his heart caused him to lean down again, pressing the lightest kiss to one of her flushed cheeks and then a much harsher one to her lips again, while his hands absentmindedly began to pull up the skirt of her dress...

The moment they got to the estate, Tora pulled Akari from the car, offering no words of explanation as he speed-walked with her in tow towards the front doors of the large mansion, with it's giant windows glowing in yellow rays of light piercing into the early evening sky.

"Tora- Tora- TORA!" Akari was yanking hard on his arm, trying to free her own from his grasp, but he didn't listen as they rushed up the front steps. "Jeez, I think I lost a shoe back there- SLOW DOW- mmf!"

Suddenly, Akari found his hand over her mouth, as she was being pulled now into the shrubs near the front door. The sudden change of direction baffled her, and she continued to struggle with him, only to realize just how strong he truly was. The bare, cold twigs snagged at her dress lightly as he pulled her around the side of the house, towards a small, white door that she's never recalled seeing ever before.

He rushed with his arm around her waist towards the door, and to her surprise, it was already unlocked as they slipped inside.

Finally free from his arms now, she took her time catching her breath as Tora shut the door behind them with a soft click. He had his back turned to her, and she really should run, because his behavior was highly suspicious, but then she caught sight of where they were and she became overly curious.

"Wh- why are we in the servant's quarters?" She managed to ask in a breathy voice.

Tora turned around, meeting her gaze. He sneered at her, his lips curling and showing obvious displeasure.

"Did you not see the car pulled in at the front gate?"

Puzzled, Akari opened her mouth to tell him, no, she hadn't seen it, and also, why were they hiding because of it anyway?

But she couldn't exactly ask that.

You see, she couldn't, because right then the man approached her in two quick steps, grabbed both of her arms, and leaned down for a heavy kiss.

It wasn't light or heady, as there was (surprisingly) no tongue added to it yet. But there was a pulsing, pushing, insisting pressure there as he practically smashed his lips against hers- it was as if he was trying to tell her something by just this one simply action of his.

But she wasn't really getting the message. Lightly, she mumbled something, raising her arms to press her hands against his chest.

He reluctantly let her go, staring down at her with a far too serious face, his eyes scaring her with how unsettled they looked right now.

"Want to explain yourself?" She asked, her voice almost a whisper now, as he had sort of literally taken her breath away.

A small smirk appeared on his lips, though those eyes remained almost... frantic. "Later." Was all he offered her, and then he leaned down for yet another kiss.

He only had time to brush the hair from her face though, before they both heard two gasps sounding from behind them.

Tora looked up first- as he was the one facing the direction the gasps had come from, and Akari tried her best to swivel in his grasp so that she could see who was standing there in the doorway. She only just glanced the maid's uniforms flashing out of sight, before Tora pulled her back into his chest, grumbling about something.

And then, they were off again.

"Tora-"

"Don't worry, we'll finish this in a minute." The tall blonde reassured as he pulled her arm, dragging her behind him and throughout the house. That wasn't really what she needed him to reassure her about...

"What the hell is goin- Mmmph!?" And again, she found her mouth being blocked, this time by his shirt as he turned a corner unexpectedly fast and yanked her right into his chest.

Other voices could be heard, coming from just down the hall, in the next room over. She and him were on a different level of the house now, and Akari recognized the hallway they were in- it was somewhere close to the living room. She began to struggle in his arms- what were they doing, playing a game or something? She didn't feel like playing. She seriously had to get home before Hayate or her father totally blew a gasket.

They said she had to be home sooner than usual after school today. It had somehow slipped her mind until now- probably because she wasn't looking forward to whatever they had planned... Yes, they were going to kill her, for sure, this time. She recalled when Hayate talked to her this morning, mentioning how he found out about Tora's visit the night before. He wasn't happy, and even told her it was her place to stay away from him... as if she was promised to anyone else anyway!

Still, if he found out she had distinctly disobeyed him and gone with Tora after school today... no matter how much self-defense Tora taught her, Hayate would probably do her a lot of harm. Fear suddenly found it's way to tingle up and down her spine, and she worked harder to worm her way out of Tora's arms.

"Shhh..." He hushed right in her ear, making her blush lightly, but continue to struggle to be released. His grip then tightened on her, and she could swear, he was close to cutting off her circulation if he didn't stop.

So she couldn't break free or turn around. Since her abilities to do much of anything were limited, she decided on quitting all her movement and staring harshly up at the Igarashi boy. Her look was one that she intended to have a lot of power and anger in it, but it changed when he glanced down at her and she, again, saw that overly-serious, almost frantic look on his face. She couldn't even begin to explain how strange it was to see him unsettled by anything- he was normally so composed. What had him so upset? He hadn't been himself all evening.

Her ears suddenly perked up to something- the sound of the people talking nearby. And somewhere in the conversation, she caught her own name.

"...to do about Akari?"

Her eyes widened. That was OROCHI'S voice! What on earth was he doing here? And talking about her with...

The next voice she heard was deep and overpowering, and for some reason, Tora tensed suddenly as he held her. Based on his reaction, it had to be-

"I don't know, nor do I care. My only question is what my son has to do with all of this nonsense."

"I'd like to know why the both of you have come to our home so unexpectedly. You were not invited, and are not welcome to come and go as pleased."

"Mother?" Tora whispered incredulously, and Akari looked up at him again, though he had his head turned now, staring towards what little of the next room they could see.

What is she doing, involving herself in these matters when she should be resting! How'd she get involved? Tora thought angrily to himself.

The voices continued on without pause, and this time, it was Akari who tensed when she heard the fourth voice come into the conversation.

"Our deepest apologies, but we have good reason to be here. I'll explain-"

"Let me." Orochi spoke up, interrupting Hayate. Akari was surprised when her half-brother did not get angry about being interrupted like that, and simply stayed silent. "I saw Tora take Akari away after school ended today. It would be my guess that together, they would end up here."

"I haven't seen the boy." Mr. Igarashi said snappishly.

"They might just be enjoying an after school activity." Mrs. Igarashi said in a bit of a lighter tone, as if to make up for the patience and etiquette her husband lacked.

"No offense meant to your son, or to any of your family." Orochi spoke again. "But regardless of where they went or what they are doing, I am not all too comfortable with my fiancée being stolen and taken god-knows-where by another man."

Tora inhaled sharply, and he cursed over and over again in his head. His gaze flew down to get a look at Akari, while his embrace around her tightened as he waited for her reaction.

Her eyes had widened considerably, and her breathing had become almost non-existent. She blinked a few times, as a slight pause in conversation followed from the other room, and tried repeating a certain word in her head.

...fian...cée...?

Fiancée.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask Tora if he heard it too, but it was quickly covered by his hand. That was enough for her to get the message, and really inquire in her head about Orochi's words.

Is he... referring to me?

Is he talking about ME?!

"Our son is well old enough by now to know what is appropriate behavior and what is not." Mr. Igarashi suddenly piped up in the other room, sounding exasperated and angered by Orochi's comment.

"On top of that, he is also old enough to carry out his own actions and take responsibility for them." Mrs. Igarashi continued. "I don't see why we are needing to be bothered by the two of you."

"Well, you see, I have tried contacting him-" Hayate explained. "There has been no answer. And seeing that he was last seen with my younger sister, I became concerned..."

Akari wanted to run out there, and interrupt the conversation by screaming: BULL SHIT!

But of course, Tora kept her in place, holding her as if to squeeze the resistance out of her for good.

"And seeing as tonight is a special night, and she was to be home sooner than usual, I became suspicious that your son was trying to get in the way-"

"I do not take lightly the fact that you are insulting my only son." Mrs. Igarashi proclaimed. She said nothing more, only that, and it was obviously successful in making everyone shut up for a good moment or two.

"Get in the way of what?" Mr. Igarashi then asked seriously, his voice monotonous but somehow, more careful than usual. He was still rather snappy though.

"Of my proposal." Orochi stated quite matter-of-fact.

Standing with Akari in his arms, Tora clenched his teeth at those words, holding all the more firmly to the girl with him. She made a slight gasping sound, and he looked down and only barely softened his grip on her, before they both tuned back into the conversation again.

"Your proposal? So she isn't yours yet." Mrs. Igarashi stated calmly.

"Perhaps technically that's-"

"So even if my son has, 'stolen', her, as you had put it." Her tone was icy, something Akari had never witnessed before. "He shouldn't be under any fault of having been in the wrong. She is not yet your fiancée, therefore it does not matter for now if her time is spent with other men."

"Now see here-" Hayate spoke up, angry.

"Do not raise your voice at my wife- in my own home- directly in front of me!" Mr. Igarashi spat, equally as angered, though it was a much more powerful anger, and even made Akari shiver as she listened from a distance. "The absolute nerve you have..." He finished with a growl.

"Let it pass, they are young." Mrs. Igarashi excused it, but she actually sounded more angry than her husband.

Then someone cleared their voice, as if to politely change the topic once more.

"Referring back to the main argument... be what you said as it may, she is spoken for. Your son already has showed that he is rather close with Akari... too close, I would like to point out. And as a man trying to look out for his future wife, just as Mr. Igarashi would look out for you, M'am... I came to speak with the two of you on this matter. I would like your son out of my business, from now on and henceforth."

Akari was utterly amazed, and baffled, by how... firm, and controlling Orochi sounded. He was acting like the Igarashi's were in his home, interrogating him out of the blue. Not the other way around, as it truly was. It just, shocked her to new extents. And made her like him all the less.

Suddenly, Tora moved. He shifted away from her, listening with an extremely feral look on his face as the next words were spoken.

"Obviously, this means he has to stop associating himself with Akari. For good."

"Wait for me in my room." Tora suddenly leaned down, his lips barely grazing Akari's ear, as he whispered to her distractedly and angrily. He placed something he had pulled from his pocket into her hand. And then he was gone from her side- swiftly stepping around the corner and towards the room that everyone was gathered inside of.

For a moment, she was about to follow after him. But then she remembered that the topic of conversation was her, and that an angry Hayate was in there. And an angry Mr. Igarashi. And an angry Orochi, or at least a frustrated one. Oh, and also an angry Mrs. Igarashi.

And now an angry Tora, too.

It was best to slip away while she could, and yet...

What on earth was Tora doing, putting himself in the middle of a situation like that?! She listened without meaning to, worried about how this would all play out.

"I couldn't help but overhear something unpleasant." Came his voice from the room, and it sounded like he was just barely withholding a snarl.

"Igarashi-kun. How perfect of you to finally come out of hiding." Orochi sounded like he himself was withholding a growl.

"My apologies Fuirutsu-kun, though I was just in my room." Tora sneered, putting just the slightest emphasis on those last two words.

Akari knew that that was meant as a warning for her. He knew she was listening and didn't like it. He wanted her, for some reason, to go to his room and do nothing in this current situation, not even listen in on it all anymore.

And for some reason, she was trusting him about this. Her feet moved on their own, taking her away from the voices as she side-stepped around the next wall and disappeared. The voices were now all beginning to argue in unison. It didn't sound too pretty, even as it faded into muffled nothingness while she slipped between hallways towards the wing of the mansion that housed Tora's bedroom.

I don't understand you... you idiotic tiger... you had better tell me everything soon.

She never knew so much could happen all at once. But she didn't think it was a mistake, to let Tora take care of things for now.

"Humm... look at you. Sleeping in my bed as if it's nothing..."

The girl didn't answer, after all, she was set deeply into her state of rest and had even been snoring lightly since he first walked into his bedroom. Well, he couldn't blame her for passing out like that- he had left her to wait for close to two hours. The argument he had had with everyone... had been unpleasantly long.

Tora glanced at the nightstand beside the bed, where a silver key was placed. He reached out and grabbed the object, putting it back where it belonged in his pocket. Then, he smirked. "I'm a little surprised... she actually did as told."

With one more glance at the sleeping beauty on his bed, Tora decided that it was probably best not to wake her just yet.

After all- there was too much to discuss once she was up and demanding answers from him. Or, not discuss, as he had decided.

Sighing, the tall boy ran a hand through his hair, and edged slowly towards the other end of the room, where his own personal bar sat waiting for him.

It had been... an eventful evening.

He lightly poured himself some of the most bitter dark wine he had. It seemed like the time to indulge in bitterness, after all. A frown crossed his features while he raised the glass.

Orochi... just didn't give up, did he?

Silver-blue orbs snapped open with surprise.

Sitting up quickly from a bed that was not hers, it took Akari a moment to realize where she was and remember everything that had transpired before she had fallen asleep while waiting for Tora.

...How long had she been out?

"Tora!" She suddenly recalled her reason for staying in this room, and stood up quickly. He said to wait in here- now where was he?!

A sudden long, held out groan made her turn completely around and face the couches that sat near the center of the room behind her.

"No need to shout it out like that." She watched through narrowed eyes, as the blonde boy rested his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. "I know my own name well enough."

"You sound strange." Akari noticed the glass in his hand, still half-full of some liquid, and she began to approach him. "How long have you been in here? How long have you been drinking?"

"It'd be better to ask, how much I've been drinking. I can't recall when I started." He waved his free hand carelessly, sitting up suddenly to watch her walk up to him. "Eh? You look like you're expecting something from me." His brow raised as he squinted at her.

Akari, angered by the fact that she had waited so long for him, and still had no answers, and he was now drunk too... reached out and tried to grab his drink from him.

Quickly Tora snatched her flying hand, encircling her wrist in his grip, and plopped her down on the couch. He was suddenly positioned on top of her, and she was laid out on the couch below him, eyes wide as she marveled over his quick reflexes. In his hand above her head dangled the wine glass half-full still of wine, not a single drop spilled during his short movement of pulling her underneath him.

His eyes narrowed to golden slits as he studied her shocked face. "Need something?"

Blushing at his sudden show of dominance over her, Akari snapped out her response heatedly. "Yes."

"Yeah? Perhaps you wanna finish what we started earlier? In the car?" He smiled seductively.

Akari turned a much brighter red, remembering very clearly their actions right before they arrived at his mansion... and how they almost...

She shook her head, refocusing. "No. That's not it. Actually, I need three things. One: get the hell off me. Two: get rid of that drink and sober yourself up. And Three: tell me everything that I don't know, because it's killing me not to know so much involving my own life!"

Tora didn't move, and slowly, he leaned down towards her face. Akari smelt the wine on his breath, and scrunched her nose at the bitter, fermented smell.

"Say please." He taunted, smirking as his lips barely hovered an inch above hers. "Ask me properly."

They were caught in a battling gaze then, his golden, glazed eyes boring into her silvery, bright gaze. Slowly, Akari tried to reach up to grab the drink from him again, hoping he was distracted, but he moved his arm back, out of her reach.

"Michiyo-san," He breathed onto her face, smirking as she scrunched her nose again at the rank scent. "I'm waiting."

"I have no reason to go and beg you." Her eyes were shining now- shining in something more than anger- she had become infuriated with him now.

Well could she be blamed? She was lost, confused about what everyone had been discussing earlier that had to do with her own life. She had waited hours for answers. She had awoken to have Tora supplying her with no answers, and now harassing her in a semi-drunken state.

So yes, she had passed the point of angry.

"Well then. I certainly have no objection to this kind of situation." His eyebrows suddenly lowered into his signature evil smirk as he flicked her hair out of her face with his fingers. "Looks like we get to stay like this, since I won't be moving until you give into my demand."

His menacing smile now glinted brightly with his canines showing from behind his lips, shining at her sharply.

"That angry look is nice." He let his fingers then caress her cheek, though it was more of a mocking motion than one of affection. "Is it supposed to offend me? Anger me as well? You've only succeeded in turning me on all the more."

"Please. Get off of me. Please." Akari admitted defeat, seeing his lips nearer to hers now, mere centimeters away. She was livid, sure, but if he kissed her- then she wasn't sure she could stay that way.

"Eh? Well. Took you a while. Did you possibly want me to go that far?" Tora barked out a laugh as he sat up and away from her, leaning back into his seat again. He swirled his drink around and looked down, watching as the dark liquid spun, and spun, and spun around inside the glass.

Akari herself sat up, sitting a good distance away from the intoxicated blonde. She glared at him from the opposite end of the couch, waiting for him to speak up and say something about what had happened after she left the hallway earlier.

He did not though. Instead- he stalled.

Setting his drink down abruptly on the table in front of them, Tora spoke up, staring at the glass still. "So you want answers then, huh?"

"I wanted them hours ago..." She muttered darkly, watching him with an impatient gaze.

Tora leaned back, stretching his arms out behind him on the couch and barely glancing in her direction. "Ah, fine. But before I tell you what I have to say, I have a warning first."

She crossed her arms. "Go ahead, I'm waiting."

His eyes narrowed. "You won't like what I'm about to say."

Akari merely raised an eyebrow at him. "And?"

Tora shrugged, looking away from her and leaning his head back. "And that's all. There's your fair warning. Still want your answers?"

Huffing, Akari felt the urge to slap him but withheld it. "Yes." She gritted.

"Alright."

Suddenly Tora was standing up, and he turned to lean back against the table and face her direction. He bent his head down and she stared up at him expectantly, unblinking.

"I've realized some things," He smirked when he glanced up at her to see that she looked as unmoved as ever. "Ah, I guess I should expand on that. Orochi made me come to terms with the fact that you may harbor feelings for me. He spoke with me and clearly pointed out a lot of things." When she jolted backwards into the couch, he sighed, shaking his head. "And as fun as that sounds for me, it's apparently no good for him."

"Tha- what?! Ridiculous! He's just saying things-"

"Really? Because I believed him. And it's often hard to convince me."

Akari blinked rapidly, staring blankly up at the Igarashi boy, who had a rather bored, even... annoyed, look on his face.

"I thought this-" He indicated between the two of them with a hand. "-was just an interesting way to spend the time." He droned on, skillfully ignoring every facial feature she made. "I didn't know you had actually thought anything we were doing together was real." He smirked now, glancing down at her and studying her closely, looking her up and down. "How very naïve. And I had assumed you were better than that." He suddenly scoffed, leaning back again against the coffee table, away from her, as if she disgusted him. "I was wrong. Like other women, you've only disappointed me."

"What..." Akari tried to find what to say. She really did. But at the moment, she was feeling very empty, even her words were losing themselves inside her. Just what had happened in that room while she was waiting for Tora? He was acting like a completely different person towards her now...

"Still not getting it?" Tora turned his smirking gaze on her, and leaned forward, roughly grabbing her chin. "In short: All women are the same. It pains me to say it more than once, and this seems to be the hundredth time. But unfortunately, you are all the same. You turned out to be just like the rest."

Akari tried to move her head away, so she wouldn't have to stare at him anymore, but he moved from his perch on the table and covered her body again, pressing her back against the cushions behind her. His gaze bore into her, cold and unyielding while he continued breaking her, piece by piece with word by word that he said.

"You hold no interest for me anymore." He growled, his fingers harshly digging into her skin as he gripped her chin tight, forcing the eye contact. "You are nothing more than a gift now. Just an old, opened, package. I thought I had to win you, make you my prize. Turns out, you just gave yourself up to me like the rest, eventually feeling things for me that I don't care to indulge in." He sighed, but kept their gazes interlocked. "Imagine my disappointment. I thought I'd finally found a form of longer-lasting entertainment. What a bore you turned into in the end."

And then he released her, retracting from her small form quickly, as if he couldn't stand to converse with her any longer. He went and opened the door to his bedroom, leaving it wide open, he glanced over at her. A smirk appeared on his face again when he saw her face, looking completely abashed by him and his actions and what he had said.

"You can leave now. I've finished with you. Go to your old room for tonight, it has been arranged that your fiancée will pick you up early tomorrow."

Tora turned away from the door, leaving it as it was as he walked over to his bed and laid himself out on it, leaning back against the pillows with his arms behind his head. He watched her, as if waiting patiently for her to make her move.

Slowly, cautiously, with a slight tremor passing through her body, Akari stood up. Her eyes found his form and she glared at him, unsure of what to say to all of that. All she knew was- he looked so serious, and that worried her- no, it tormented her.

Then the pain struck, mixed in with the shock and the anger, and she straightened herself and bolted for the door, willing the tears away. When she reached her exit, she spun around, facing him with her watery glare still in tact.

Tora kept his calm composure, staring blankly back at her while she opened her mouth as if to say something, staring him down with several different emotions crossing over her burning face.

"You still didn't give me any answers regarding the matter everyone was talking about earlier." Surprisingly, her voice didn't waver, though her gaze did. Her silver depths seemed to tremble as they struggled to withhold the wall of water behind her gaze. "I still intend to find everything out for myself."

Tora tossed her a bored glance. "Eh? I'm sure Orochi would gladly tell you. Why are you still here? I said get out."

The door behind her slammed with such force, the bed frame shook. She could be heard, stomping down the halls and mumbling angrily- no, infuriatingly- about what had just happened.

Sighing deeply, Tora moved his arms from behind his head and laid back on the pillows. He could feel it inside of him now- that powerful sensation. It had started up the moment he had started to speak to her. And it had increased the moment he saw the look on her face-

She was hurt. She was furious. She looked betrayed. She looked broken. Really, it was a worse look then that of a kicked puppy.

And he had had to cause it.

Suddenly, a hurtful twinge in his heart was caused by that sensation he was feeling- the idiotic sensation of intolerant pain. That was such a painful thing to do... it was almost like giving her up.

Suddenly, he smirked. Like he'd ever do that.

"Oi, you mindless girl..." He closed his eyes, picturing Akari's face. "Just how oblivious can you be?"

A/N: PLOT TWIST! :D

I actually started this chapter right after the last one I wrote before it. But then I got stuck. For a week.

I tried to work on it here and there, and then- guess what happened? I cut out half - I kid not - HALF of the chapter, and copy/pasted it somewhere else for a LATER chapter in the story. And then my 7,000 ish words or so went down to close to 4,000 and I had to rewrite a better direction to go for this particular chapter.

But, it all worked out in the end, this is the chapter where everything really starts to happen all at once, it's my masterpiece! But not really. But sorta. Support me on this please :P

It was almost too fun to write. But kinda upsetting at the same time. As I previously said: PLOT TWIST!

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