Hello all. Been a while, I know. Being out in the real world is not as fun as you'd think it would be. Luckily, I have come to bring this gift to you all and thank you so much for your patience.

Enjoy.

Kenya sighed as he sat next to his brother on the walkway outside the house. "Just make up with her already."

Yuki took a slow breath through his nose and out his mouth. He knew his little brother was right, but he wasn't sure if now was the best time to do that. Whenever Naomi got like this, he always tried to give her enough space so that she didn't either bite his head off or say things that she would end up regretting.

Training that day was uneventful for the most part. After hearing the argument Naomi had with Kazu the previous night, Yuki tried to get her to talk about it, but she was not in the mood for talking that night. Even that morning, he was met with a brick wall every time he tried to get her to open up. It was concerning. The orange-haired Jedi of Courage felt helpless and at a loss for what to do. He was supposed to be her boyfriend – the one who she could go to for comfort.

"There's nothing to make up with her about," Yuki said. "I didn't do anything wrong. Kazuma is the one I'm holding back from beating up. He said something to make her upset. Nomi wouldn't listen to me after that fight they had yesterday." He sighed in bereavement. "Sometimes I wonder what she sees in that pretty boy."

"She's your girlfriend," Kenya replied. "You need to talk to her. Didn't you say that you'd always be there when Kazu messed up? She needs you."

Yuki let out another long sigh. He rubbed his face in frustration.

"I still mean it, but it's not that simple, Squirt," he said. "In this case, striking when the iron is hot is just going to get you burned. Nomi will cool down soon, and then I'll try and talk to her. She always needs a couple of days when she gets as upset as she was yesterday."

Even with knowing that, his suspicions of what that argument could've been about ate at him all day. Yuki's frustration boiled over.

"Kazu did or said something to make her consider going back home with him and now I need to work extra hard to win her back," he grumbled. "He always seems to have her ear, whereas she shoots me down at every chance. It feels like she's pushing me away."

"But how do you know that's what it was about? Kazu's not even talking about it."

"I just know it," Yuki growled.

"But Shun said-"

"I know what Shun said!"

Guilt instantly washed over him after snapping at Kenya, but taking a quick glance at his brother, he saw that the boy wasn't fazed by his outburst. He sighed and pouted.

"Shun lied to everyone so they'd all forget about it," he explained. "It wasn't about the best fighting techniques for different Digimon. Masato only accepted that because he understood not to press him about it."

His little brother crossed his arms over his chest. Yuki felt frustrated for his sake. Kenya didn't deserve to bear the brunt of his tantrum over lack of attention from his girlfriend.

The orange-haired boy stewed in his thoughts as he stared at his lap. His hands clenched into fists. This was so frustrating. Naomi was supposed to be his girlfriend. She was supposed to come to him when problems arose. Didn't he squash her idea to go home when he kissed her after taking care of Miya the other day? More importantly, why hadn't he found a way to help her forget about her feelings for Kazuma yet? It made him so angry.

"Someone else wants to talk to you," said Kenya.

Yuki snapped out of his thoughts and looked up. From around the corner, he saw a bespectacled face and lavender hair lurking behind it shyly. Miya. He then watched Kenya get up from his spot on the walkway, preparing to take his leave.

"I'll see you later."

The younger boy stuck his hand out. Yuki knew what he wanted, and he was more than happy to give it to him. They first slid their palms across each other before slapping their hands against each other from the back and front. They finished by pounding a fist and locking their pinkies together. It was their "Best Bro Shake".

"Later, favorite little bro," Yuki said with a small smile. He patted his brother on the head.

Kenya gave him a hug before leaving. The Ichijouji girl came out and walked past Kenya as if they were now tag-teaming places. Her demeanor showed she was a bit shy, as if unsure she should be here right now. Yuki gave her a small glance before looking back down at his lap.

"Hey," she greeted shyly. "Want to talk about it?"

A sharp, annoyed sigh escaped his lips. "Hi, Miya," he said, but offered nothing else.

She sighed with frustration and sat next to him. "I hate seeing you like this."

Yuki tried flashing his goofy grin, but it came out forced and crooked. "Like what?" he said in an unconvincing tone.

Miya gave a knowing frown. "You know what. We'd all have to be deaf to not hear that argument. Why are you even with her if she obviously doesn't like you? Stop wasting your time."

Yuki glared at her and growled a warning. "Stay out of things that you don't understand."

So what that Miya scowled with her arms crossed at her chest. She was crossing the line and there was no way he'd allow anyone to talk bad about his girlfriend.

"Here's what I do understand," Miya spoke with a bitter undertone. "I read Girl's Life magazine and they always talk about this same thing and the signs to watch out for."

"Oh, come on, Miya," he groaned. "It's a stupid magazine. You can't fix this."

"I'm not looking to fix the situation," she defended herself. "I'm trying to fix how you think."

"If it's from a girls' magazine, it wouldn't apply to me."

"You're so annoying!" she exclaimed. "Think about your parents. Does your dad have to convince your mom every day not to leave him for another guy? Hmm? Does he?"

The Destined Jedi of Courage raised an eyebrow. "Why would he? The Force showed him they were destined to be together through a vision." He then gagged in disgust. "That, and they can't keep their hands off each other even if they wanted to."

"Right. Vision or not, they're in love. They aren't fighting about staying together. My parents don't have to convince each other to stay either. They stay because they love each other. Think about it, Yuki. Why are you with her?"

Yuki cocked his head to the side, curious to what her angle was. "Why do you care so much, Miya?" he asked defensively. "It sounds like you have something against my girlfriend."

"I don't," she raised an eyebrow, "but I do care about you and I don't like seeing either of you go through this."

He scoffed and turned his head trying to dismiss her. To his annoyance, that didn't deter Miya from emphasizing her point.

"Yuki, everyone here can see the problem like a blinding light. You're both loving at one moment, and then the next you're either trying to calm her down or begging her to come back."

"Don't be dramatic. That's not all the time."

Here we go again. She always stared at him as if he was dumb when he didn't agree with her point, and she was doing just that right now.

"Don't look at me like that!" Yuki spat.

"Did you really just say I was dramatic? Seriously?" she rolled her eyes. "You, begging on your knees last night for Nomi to talk to you, spouting a whole bunch of poetic words after she declared angrily that she wasn't going to be your second in command and that she broke up with you, and I'm dramatic? Come on."

The Destined Jedi of Courage shot up and yelled, "You're crossing the line, Miya!" His anger grew with each line spoken. "Don't worry about things that have nothing to do with you! Besides, we're not broken up! I cornered her in a room and made her get back with me! She has this bad habit of saying things she doesn't mean when she's upset and it's up to me to set her straight again!"

Miya flinched and scooted back. That action caused Yuki to pause. What was he doing? Miya never did well with conflict. He swore to watch over her and he did the opposite by yelling.

He plopped down into a sitting position again and hung his head apologetically. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled."

It took a few seconds for her to finally look his way with a glare. "Jerk," she muttered, hurt coating the word.

Great. She was trying to chew on her fingernails despite her fingers being bandaged - not that she had any nails left in the first place. He reached out and gently held her hands inside his grasp.

"Stop that," Yuki gently said, hoping to calm her anxiety. "I won't yell at you again. I promise."

A minute passed as they stayed in the same stance until Miya pulled her hands away and hid them in between her thighs. She looked to the ground and muttered, "Can we try that again?"

Yuki nodded. "Yeah."

"Girl's Life magazine."

It took everything in Yuki to not groan out loud. She was still stuck with that thought. He settled with an internal groan while trying to sound supportive at the same time. "What about it?"

"I'm your friend, Yuki. Friends tell each other when something isn't right. Ryuji told me about what you and Shiro talked about a few days ago. About you convincing Naomi to go out with you. If you have to convince someone to go out with them, that can't be healthy - neither is 'making' someone go out with them a second time."

Yuki clenched his hand into a fist. That little…Okay, he couldn't be that mad at him. Ryuji would tell Miya anything, and it's not as if Yuki said no one else was to know. Still, the fact Miya was using it against him to make her point annoyed him.

"How about this," Miya stated. "I'll put the facts out in order and then ask what you think about it. Fair?"

Nope. Not fair at all. He almost said so, but for some reason looking into his friend's eyes, he felt the urge to want to know what she thought. A conflicted frown appeared as he nodded.

"Go ahead."

Hope filled her countenance as she grinned ear-to-ear ready to help. Wait, when did that expression become cute?

"Perfect. This is what I've heard from different people, so stop me when something is inaccurate. But if you lie to me – I'll know when you're lying – this talk becomes pointless."

"Miya," Yuki whined with a sigh. Now she was sounding like Naomi.

Miya rolled her eyes with a grin. She reached out and held his hands while she rubbed the back of them with her thumbs as if to show support. "Okay. At first you're both besties. Everyone but Nomi could see you liked her. That's a huge strike. If a girl doesn't notice someone that means they're not on the radar."

Yuki's face fell. It wasn't as if he didn't know that.

"Then again," she gave a sheepish smile, "your persistence paid off. Seeing how she is around you, I think she has some level of love for you. I think."

He nodded to himself. He always knew that Naomi never realized she had some kind of feelings for him, even if it was less than it was for Kazuma.

"You both bounce off of the other's energy - Joy, mischief, wit."

"Yeah? So what?"

"So, it never fails - I've watched plenty of times when you two have reached the point of bouncing off the walls and then you turn around and she's already left to hug Kazuma or Shun, whoever was closest. That's another strike. There's an instant calm emanating from her, like a recharge, when that happens and you turn sour the rest of the time."

Denial never felt so good. "That's a lie!"

"What part?" Miya responded deadpan. "The part she goes to someone else because she's over stimulated, or the part that she can't calm hugging you?"

There was that same dumb look Miya gave him from earlier. Damn it.

"That's the same thing just worded differently," Yuki growled. "And I don't make her run off to someone else."

"Yuki, I'm not saying it's intentional or that you have to be perfect. Think this through. When she gets nervous, who does she go to?"

"Me," he said, that growl remaining, as if the answer should've been obvious.

Miya shook her head in disagreement. "That's incorrect. Come on, Yuki. I'm not attacking or bad-mouthing either one of you. I think you know the answer."

He looked away. "Maybe I don't want to say," he pouted.

There was a brief pause among both parties. Miya brought one of Yuki's hands to rest on her own cheek and spoke in a soft voice.

"Shun. Kazu. Kei. Me - literally anyone but you. Mostly Shun and Kazu. Another strike."

She kissed his palm. Yuki pulled his hand back in shock at the action. His crimson eyes gazed at her curiously.

"Miya, what are you doing?" he asked. He wasn't upset about what she did, just surprised that she did it. It was unlike anything she'd ever done before. "Why'd you do that?"

She reached out for his hand again and held them on her lap. Yuki could've sworn for a split second that it looked like she was disappointed. Before he could ask again, Miya somehow kept talking in a calm manner as if there were no prior interruptions.

"Nomi told me a big reason why you're her best friend is because she liked how your carefree personality was similar to hers. She could be herself with you more than anyone else. She could do and say anything and you would never judge her."

It wasn't as if Yuki didn't know this. What was the point of starting off as best friends if he didn't? Just the fact alone that Nomi confided that with Miya brightened his countenance.

"That's why she asked you to be her pretend boyfriend to help with the rumors." Miya then added with a quick, annoyed roll of her eyes. "But I agree with Kazu. You should've encouraged her to tell her parents and let them work it out, but whatever. It worked.

"Anyway," she added a sigh, "after you convinced her to go out with you nothing's changed, right? You'd think she'd fall for you after all the make-out sessions in school? After you comforted her from her arguments with Kazu? I bet it's been tiring trying to find ways to get her to look at you the same way she looks at Kazu."

"What way are you talking about?" Yuki stared her down with a mixture of curiosity and growing agitation.

Miya gave a sheepish look, still rubbing the back of his hands. "You know, the way someone looks at someone else when they love them."

Yuki hung his head and sighed. What good would it do taking it out on her?

"Miya, I'm not dumb. I get it. Can we move this along?"

He almost said something else to her when she gathered his hands together and held them both against her cheek again. That's when it hit him - Miya was more physical like this when trying to calm Ryuji. He tried to figure out this new feeling that was growing inside him as they both stared at each other in silence. That was a new expression from her that he never noticed before. It made him want to hug her. Why?

"You're smart, Yuki," a small smile appeared on Miya's face, but for some reason it looked a bit like a sad smile. "I think you already see why it doesn't look like it'll work out between you both. I've always admired how persistent you can be.

"Sure, I'm out of line here, but I keep thinking back on how my parents are and comparing that to your relationship, or lack thereof, and you should be with someone that'll hold your hands because they want to. They'll be the one to spout you poetry without embarrassing you in front of others. They could bounce off your energy, but also hug you to calm instead of needing someone else."

She pulled his hands away and placed them on his lap. His face fell in disappointment. Why did Miya let go of his hands? He didn't want to let go - they felt empty. And why did that smile become sadder?

"Maybe I'm wrong," Miya shrugged. "Maybe one day this can be a funny story and you both are still together; you're happy that Nomi finally fell in love with you for real. There's a saying I always tell myself, especially after the boy I've liked for a while still doesn't know I exist: 'There's always hope in a situation that seems hopeless'."

A grin spread across Yuki's face. That saying made a lot of sense. When he was out on the pitch, it didn't matter what the score was. He was going to find a way to lead his team to victory. At home, any time something happened to his brother or sister, he'd always be there to make sure they were taken care of.

Then another thought crossed his mind.

"Wait a minute. Who do you like and how come you've never told me?"

Miya slapped his upper left arm. "I'm trying to help and you're changing the subject on purpose!" she chastised.

That grin turned into a mischievous smile. Miya's slap barely stung. "It's your fault. Fess up."

It looked like for a split second she actually considered confessing, but before Yuki knew it she slapped his left upper arm again with a growl. "It's not like you would care! Stop trying to be slick!" Yuki laughed as she kept fussing at him. "He likes someone else. There's no point. He's never going to see me that way, okay?"

He laughed again. "Then what's the point of saying that to myself if you don't have confidence in yourself?" he teased.

Miya pouted. "Suck it up. I'm trying to help you, dummy." She took a breath. "Mr. Takaishi was the Destined Jedi of Hope, wasn't he? Throughout all their journeys, he did his best to give everyone hope. Being a Destined Jedi is kind of a kick in the butt because it forces us to try to turn our weakness into a strength. I have to keep reminding myself to have hope or I'll get depressed. So let me pass on some hope to you."

Yuki grinned as he pulled the girl into a side hug. "Let me get this straight – you go from trying to convince me that I should break up with Nomi because there is no point in convincing someone to love them, to trying to give me hope that it will? Miya," he laughed. "you're giving me whiplash. Which is it?"

Miya looked down to her lap and muttered. "I guess I changed my mind. I don't like seeing you sad. I want to hear you say it. Go on."

He gave her a quick squeeze. "There's always hope in a situation that seems hopeless."

"I'll always be in your corner, Yuki," she added. "Just some quick advice? It's from Girl's Life Magazine."

Yuki fought the urge to roll his eyes as a strained smile appeared. She was not going to let that stupid magazine go. "Sure," he said.

"No means no. Listen. Communicate. Doing that will help."

Yuki gave her hand a quick squeeze. "Just like what my dad does," he muttered to himself. "I've got this. She'll see I'm a better match."

Miya laid her head on his chest and closed her eyes with a smile. Her arm curled around his waist. "Keep being yourself instead of everyone's knight in shining armor. Any girl would be nuts not to fall for you if you do that."

Yuki bit his lip as he felt Miya's warmth against him. What was this feeling going through him? It made him feel good. This was confusing. Naomi was his girlfriend, the only one he would ever love. He calmly took a deep breath.

"Hey, Miya?"

"Yeah?"

A soft grin appeared on his face. Not his famous goofy one that everyone loved, but one that he would always give Yuto when he gave him advice.

"I want you to say the same thing to yourself more often, and I don't mean when you think about that stupid guy that doesn't notice you."

He watched Miya's eyes open with curiosity. "What are you talking about?"

Yuki's top teeth grazed over his bottom lip a few times as he raised one of her hands while looking at her bandaged fingertips. "You've bitten your nails when you get nervous. It always happens when you get stuck doing something that you're not comfortable doing. I don't need to be able to read your mind to know you'd rather hear your dad tell you stories of his adventures here than actually follow in his footsteps. I wish I could find a way to help you stop that, especially now that there's barely any nails left, but at least the bandages will help in the meantime.

"Like it or not, we're the Destined Jedi now. We're going to constantly be faced with uncomfortable situations. When you're in one, say that mantra to yourself on repeat instead of chewing on your nails."

She frowned while closing her eyes again, staying in the hug. "I'm going to sound crazy saying that out loud."

Yuki couldn't help repeating her action. This time he was the one using his thumb to caress the back of her hand. "I never told you to say it out loud, silly."

They both chuckled.

"I came here to help you out," Miya said, "but somehow you've sort of cheered me up. I don't know how, but you always do that."

Yuki paused. He now recognized that familiar feeling he had earlier. He smiled. "I think in a weird way you remind me of Yuto."

Why did her face falter? For whatever reason, she pulled away from their hug with that same frown again.

"What did I say?" he asked, worried he said something wrong again. He always had a bad habit of doing that.

"There's no way I'm remotely anything like Yuto," she said bewildered.

He pulled her back into their hug. "Come here." They stayed there for a few seconds before Yuki felt she was ready for him to continue. "You sure are. You do the same thing he does when you try to comfort someone, even Ryuji. Your hugs, your touch, they're almost as good as Yuto's. I'm saying the same thing, Miya. Don't ever change for anyone."

That soft smile appeared on Miya's face again as she repeated the mantra. "There's always hope in a situation that seems hopeless."

Yuki smiled in return. Before he could say anything else to cheer her up, he caught a glimpse of Naomi walking a few yards away with Shun. Just a few steps behind them, Kazu was trying to be discreet about following them a few feet away, but when it seemed they didn't notice, Yuki saw him clearly. He scowled. Kazu could try all he wanted, but there was no way Yuki would allow him to win.

"That's right," he replied, holding Miya closer as he watched Kazu eavesdrop on Nomi and Shun's conversation. "There's always hope in a situation that seems hopeless."

Yuki sucked in a deep breath as he brought the wooden shinai back to center like Master Gennai had taught them. He only wore his brown pants as he prepared to spar with his master, who stood on the opposite side of the dojo wielding a shinai. Everyone else sat on either side of the dojo watching with anticipation. Master Gennai smirked as he settled into his stance.

The orange-haired boy gave Naomi a wink, but she turned away without so much as a giggle. He frowned for a moment, but then resumed focus. He had to focus here. If he embarrassed Master Gennai, there was no doubt she'd pay more attention to him now. His eyes then made contact with Miya, who offered him an encouraging smile. He smiled back at her. At least he had her in his corner.

"Focus, my troublesome pupil," said Master Gennai. "Your adoring fans won't help you here. You can have the first move."

Yuki chuckled. "No, I think I'll let you go first, old man," he shot back.

The smirk rose on the master's face. "Be careful what you wish for."

Before the new Jedi of Courage could respond in kind, a blur whizzed toward him. Before he could make any sort of move to defend himself, the wooden sword thunked against the side of his head. Yuki grunted in pain and surprise. His legs buckled slightly as he stumbled to the right. Master Gennai finally came into focus.

"Can't let your guard down," the master said. "You'd be dead in a second."

Yuki sucked in a breath and held his sword the way that he was taught to. He was caught by surprise the first time, but he wasn't going to be fooled now. Master Gennai's sword came in fast, and his arms reacted in time to block the attack.

"I didn't that time," he gloated.

"Don't get cocky because of one block," Master Gennai returned.

He unleashed a flurry of strikes. Master Gennai was almost a blur as he moved swiftly and fluidly through the air. Yuki backed up on his heels, deflecting each attack as it came. His master was not giving him a chance to breathe or get set. It was more annoying than anything. This made him more determined to land a strike.

Yuki parried one attack and swung his sword for his master's head in retaliation. The wooden blade got so close that he could taste it, but his master arched his back to avoid the hit. Before the orange-haired boy could make another attempt at hitting him, his left leg was swept out from under him. He tumbled to the tatami mat floor with a thud, but still kept his wits about him long enough to kick Master Gennai in the stomach.

The digital humanoid reeled back from the kick, allowing Yuki to roll back up to his feet. He unleashed a relentless attack, coming from all directions to put Master Gennai back on his heels this time. The adrenaline surged through his body as he struck blow after blow. He was winning. Just a few more and he would be victorious.

The next thing he knew, he found himself flat on his back. Master Gennai had hip tossed him to the floor. Before he could do anything, the humanoid pressed the blade of his shinai against Yuki's throat. Fire flashed in his eyes as he stared up at his master's smug grin. Then, he finally admitted defeat with a finished sigh.

"You actually do have some talent in you," Master Gennai said, offering his hand to Yuki. The boy nodded in appreciation and accepted his hand, allowing his master to pull him up. "Nice work, my troublesome pupil. I was not expecting that kick when it happened."

Yuki flashed his goofy grin. "Haven't you learned I'm full of surprises by now?" he replied.

"I'm messing with you," his master said dryly. "I knew that was coming a mile away. I let you have it in order to give you some measure of success. Didn't I tell you that Iknow everything?"

His hand tightened on the shinai and swung at the back of Master Gennai's head. The attack landed this time as the taller man fell to the floor. Yuki's crimson eyes shot fire at him as he laid on the floor.

"You little weasel!" he roared. "Stop ridiculing me!"

Masato stepped forward and shoved him without warning. Yuki stumbled a good four steps before getting his balance back. The fire in his eyes was now directed at Masato.

"What the heck was that for?" he shot, stomping forward to shove Masato right back.

"That was a cheap shot, Yuki! Apologize!" Masato snapped back.

"He started it! I only finished it."

"I don't care. That's bad form on your part."

The eldest of the group backed off at the sound of laughter, instead giving the orange-haired boy an admonishing glare. Yuki looked down and saw Master Gennai roll over to face him with a hand on the back of his head.

"That's the kind of fire I want to see from you," he said, rising to his feet. He placed a hand on Masato's shoulder, giving him a look that said he was okay. "That's the kind of leadership I expect to see from you, Masato Kido."

Yuki glared at his master. "Hey! That's my job."

Masato glared right back at him. "We never agreed to that, Yuki. I know you want to follow your dad's footsteps and lead us just like him, but that does not mean you can just declare yourself leader on the spot. We'll all decide as a group."

"There's nothing to decide," Yuki shot back. "If none of you guys want it, I might as well just take it."

"That's not how it's done!"

Yuki stomped his foot and glanced over at Naomi, looking at her to back him up. Instead, she looked away, refusing to make eye contact with him again. The orange-haired boy frowned, ready to lash out at her and Kazuma. Just as he was about to, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw the hand belonged to Miya. She smiled with a glint in her eyes that told him everything would be okay. For some reason, he had every reason to believe her and he gladly did so.

He then felt another hand rest on his shoulder. This time, it was his cousin. Keiko gave him that cute smile she always gave him whenever he needed someone to listen to his problems. Ever since they were little, she was a master of putting him at ease whenever he felt on edge. Yuki took a deep breath and quelled the fire that burned in his gut a second ago.

"Eh, whatever," he said calmly. "We'll deal with it later."

"If you are all done," said Master Gennai with clear exasperation in his voice, "Let's get back to business." He cleared his throat. "You've all done very well so far. I'm proud. You are all ready for the next step on the path to being a true Destined Jedi."

He paused for effect, looking at each and every one of them before landing on Yuki last. The orange-haired boy stared back as he accepted his tunic back from Kenya. He wondered what the next step was.

"Constructing your lightsabers."

Gasps of excitement spread throughout the room. Yuki had been waiting for this moment since they got there. Unlike their parents, who had their sabers appear to them that day at summer camp, they all had to wait to find out when they'd get them. Now the time had come.

"Awesome!" Ichigo cried. "Where do we get them?"

Master Gennai waved a hand. "Patience, my young friend. Creating a lightsaber is more than just the next step on your journey. You will be using them to assist you in the next task of your training."

Everyone's excitement tempered with that. Yuki looked around and saw everyone pay close attention to what their master was saying. He put his tunic back on over his upper body while waiting to hear what came next. Somehow it didn't spell good news for the group.

"You all have learned the basics of fighting with a weapon and in dealing with the ways of the Force," said Master Gennai. "But now you must put it all together and learn to fight as one." A mischievous smirk spread up his face. "To do that, I set up a very…special date with some friends of mine. They've been longing to see you."

An imaginary weight fell on Yuki's shoulders. A chill shot down his back.

Somehow he had a feeling they were going to be fed to the wolves.

Not wolves, Digimon, Yuki. What awaits the children next? Find out next time on Destined Jedi: Next Generations.

Hope that was worth the wait. I had some trouble finalizing the ending part until recently, so I hope it came through well.

Once again, thank you guys so much for your patience. I really do appreciate it. Be sure to leave a review and subscribe to the story because things are ramping up soon.

See you all soon. Tootles.