Alright, next week for sure I'll follow my schedule. This on Monday, Roommates on Wednesday, and Homecoming on Friday. Let's see if I can do it.
Enjoy!
It wasn't often that Lucy decided to stop by the graveyard. She usually attempted to avoid it, but with what had been happening recently she felt compelled to go. No one was with her, she didn't feel like going with Natsu. Just a moment to herself, perhaps. After getting there, Lucy felt like a robot as she walked towards her daughters grave. She sometimes had trouble believing she was gone, but she was. And it was about time she and everyone else came to terms with that.
Stopping in front of her daughters grave, Lucy made a face. She knew by no means that no one came here, but seeing a bouquet of flowers surprised her. Drake had left with Elise and Steph a week ago, so who had left this here? She'd ask Natsu later, maybe he had on a visit of his own.
"Hey sweetheart," she said, feeling a sad twang in her heart from her own words. "I'm sorry I haven't been here lately, Luke has been a handful. More so than usual, somehow. He's getting bigger everyday. " Lucy frowned as she lied to herself. She never came here because it made her sad, not because Luke was difficult. But she knew Nashi would understand.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there for you, you know." Lucy said. "I know it sounds silly to say, but I can't imagine how scared you were...Knowing you wouldn't come home." Lucy felt tears attempt to break through her control, but she wouldn't let them. Not anymore. "I know you did it to protect your friends, but sometimes I wonder if there was another way. Wishful thinking, I can't help it."
"What're you doing out here, Luce?" Lucy didn't need to look over to know it was Natsu who was behind her. She smiled weakly as she turned to her husband.
"I could ask you the dame thing," she replied as he joined her. "Why're you here?"
"I followed your scent," he replied, wrapping an arm around her. "I got concerned it was leading me here. So here I am."
"You worry to much," Lucy replied. "Where's Luke?"
"Erza's watching him," Natsu said. "Let me take a walk to clear my head."
"You were fighting with Gray, weren't you?" Natsu flinched at her question, which made her laugh. "Of course you were."
"Oh shut it," he said, putting his hand over her mouth. "I don't need your sass." Lucy only laughed against his hand, but he released her before long and they stood in silence.
"...Already been a year, huh?" She asked, smile fading. Natsu nodded.
"Weird," he said. "Sometimes I still expect to see her around." Lucy nodded. She knew the feeling well.
"It was nice of you to leave her those flowers," she said, pointing to the bouquet. "Even if the cold will kill them."
"Huh? Didn't you leave those?" Lucy made a face and looked over at Natsu, shaking her head.
"No," she replied. I thought you did." Natsu only shook his head.
"Nope," he replied. "Must have been somebody else." Lucy didn't know who it might have been, but it was nice that someone was still thinking about her, even if only a little.
"I hope the kids are all okay," Lucy said. "They've been gone for a while now."
"Probably got wrapped up in something," Natsu replied. "It's usual for them." Lucy knew this well. Still, after what they had gone through, she hoped they could have some peace.
"Yeah," she agreed. "They struggled so much with her passing. I'm still not sure Drake is mentally sound."
"Hm, yeah." Natsu agreed. "For him to lose her like he did...Reminds me of when I thought Brandish and Dimaria killed you."
"Well, save for the fact he hasn't gone on a rampage yet," Lucy replied as she smirked at him. "You prince, you."
"Get stuffed," Natsu hissed, whacking her on the back of her head as he turned to walk away. "Come on, let's get out of here. It's too cold to be standing around thinking about this shit." Nodding, Lucy left after him, turning back once more to look at the flowers.
She didn't know who left them, but she hoped they'd come forward. She wanted to thank them.
Taking a deep breath, Ultear stared down the door in front of her. She knew it was too Simon's room on the airship, and that he'd locked himself inside shortly after departing after Bella's trail. She didn't know what was bothering him, but she felt obligated to see i9f he was okay after what he'd done for her. Taking another deep breath, she rapped her fist against the cold steel.
"Yeah?" Simon's voice came, muffled.
"It's me," Ultear said. "Can I come in?"
"Sure." Grateful for the permission, she opened the door to find Simon laying on his back on his bed, watching her.
"Hey," she said with a weak smile.
"Hey," Simon replied. "What's up?" Ultear shrugged.
"Not much," she replied. "I just wanted to check on you."
"Why's that?" He couldn't be serious. It had already been over an hour since they'd left Arkney, and he'd been in here the whole time. Something was bothering him.
"Are you feeling okay?" Ultear asked. "You came to lay down as soon a we left." Simon shrugged, staring at the roof.
"I'm fine," he replied. "It's nothing." Frowning, Ultear made a step to come forward and approach him. As she did, she heard glass cracking underneath her foot. Looking down, she found that Simon's floor was littered with glass shards. Near the wall was a picture frame, and Ultear moved to pick it up.
"This is..." She hissed, staring at the picture. It was the one taken of her and the others after they'd won the Grand Magic Games, They all had a hand on the cup, and looked so gleeful in their victory.
"I forgot to pick that up," Simon said, making her look up at him. "Sorry."
"Why'd you throw it?" She asked, setting it down on his bedside table as she approached. Simon frowned.
"I looked at Nashi," he said. "I got angry." Ultear's frown only deepened as she too stared at the pinkette in the picture. Nashi looked so happy as she raised the cup over her head, the others trying to get a hand on it.
"She looks so happy..." Ultear said with a faint smile. Simon nodded, still staring at the roof.
"Something is bothering me, Ul." He said, looking over at her. Ultear made a face at him, curious and eager to help.
"What is it?" She asked. Simon was quiet for a moment before he sighed and sat up on the edge of his bed.
"It's Drake," he said, looking up at her. "He's pissing me off." Ultear made a face at this. Drake? As far as she recalled, Drake hadn't done anything to Simon to anger him. Why was Drake his problem?
"I don't get it," Ultear said. "What did he do?" Simon frowned and looked at his feet, locking his hands together tightly.
"Where does he get off?" He demanded. "Wearing her scarf so nonchalantly."
"Huh?" Ultear asked, his next question confusing her even more. "Don't give me half answers, what did he do?" Simon stared at his feet, so Ultear sat next to him. "Come on Simon, it's my turn to help you." Simon looked over at her with a frown.
"That scarf isn't his," he replied. "It's the last memento of Nashi we have besides memories of photos." he said. "Where the hell does he get off taking it as his own?"
"Natsu gave it to him,"Ultear said, still confused. "He didn't take it from their house without their knowledge, Natsu wanted him to have it."
"It's just more proof," Simon replied as he looked back at his feet. "Only confirms what I was already afraid of."
"What's that?" Ultear asked.
"Drake can't let go," Simon replied. "Nashi's dead. I know that, you know that, and so does everyone else. But Drake, he can't accept that. He clings onto everything left of her with an intense desire to keep things the same. What is he gaining by taking the scarf? What exactly does him wearing it do for anyone? All it does is keep the last bit of her close to Drake. Keeps him from moving on."
Ultear didn't know what to say. Simon's words made a fair amount of sense to her, but at the same time she wasn't exactly sure that she could agree with him. Natsu had given the scarf to Drake, under the pretense that Nashi would have wanted him to have it. Ultear agreed with that, honestly. But then, she was reminded of Drake's behavior all throughout the months after Nashi's death. Drinking himself away, not doing anything but ruining his liver. How could she in good conscious agree that holding onto the last bit of Nashi was good for him?
"Not only that," Simon continued. "He doesn't seem to think he's being disrespectful. Not just to Nashi, but that's pretty big. What about the other people who loved her? What about us? Or Natsu and Lucy? What about Michael? He gets to hold onto her and everyone else has to watch him wear it like it's been his forever and he found it in his closet...He doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself, it's obvious."
"Don't say things like that," Ultear scolded, growing irritated at this broad assumption. "Drake cares about all of us!"
"Yeah?" Simon asked. "That why he's wearing it right in front of us? Like he's the only one who lost her? It should have been buried with Nashi, not given to him so he could rub it all in our faces. He's being disrespectful, whether or not he means too."
"Listen to me," Ultear said, putting a hand on Simon's knee. "I get that your frustrated, but don't take this out on Drake. He's coping in his own way, and if having the scarf keeps him away from the deep end, I say let him have it. He's not trying to be rude, or disrespectful. He's just trying to cope in his own way. Just like the rest of us did." Simon watched her warily, but soon his expression softened.
"I suppose," he replied. "I'm just quick to anger these days."
"I know," Ultear said as she stood and moved for the door. "Now wipe that frown off of your face. I want to see a smile on your face when we see Damien again."
"Yes Mom," Simon said, making her scoff as she left his room. While walking away, Ultear gave herself time to think about Simon's point of view. She could understand it, and she had to admit seeing the scarf around Drake's neck pained her. But at the same time, she knew Drake was hit harder than anyone else. He'd been up there with her. He'd had to carry her home. She could only imagine how hard the death hit him.
But there was no way Drake had taken the scarf to hold onto Nashi like the old days. Right?
Drake stared down at his feet as the airship rocketed through the sky towards Port Travic, deep in his thoughts. After a moment, he reached down and grabbed Nashi's scarf, staring at it.
"My name is END. And I...We need you, Drake. Nashi needs you."
END's words came back to him, deepening his frown. He knew she wasn't real, just a figment of his imagination. And yet, after learning that Crime Sociere's airship could track magical signatures, he couldn't get the vision out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about END and the empty coffin he'd heard. Nashi was dead, he knew she was.
So why was this such a hard pill to swallow?
"You alright kid?" Drake looked up to find his father standing near him, watching him carefully with his good eye.
"Yeah, peachy." Drake replied. His father scoffed.
"Yeah, alright." he said, sitting down next to Drake on the seat. "Come on, tell your old man. What's rocking around in that head of yours?" Drake made a face at his father before he looked back down at his feet. If he told him that he had a feeling Nashi might have been alive, he'd probably think he was insane. He had to think of some way to talk around it.
"I have a problem," He said. "I think something we've been told wasn't right. I think something's really wrong."
"What is it?" His father asked. Drake winced at this. He hoped he didn't get listened too, he wanted to figure this out alone
"Doesn't matter," he replied. "But, if it was a lie we were told...It changes everything. It throws everything we thought we knew out the window. But...I'll look crazy if I tell anyone. I don't know what to do."
"Is it an easy to solve problem if you found the truth?" His father asked. Drake shrugged.
"Finding the truth is easy," he replied. "But people will think I'm insane."
"You are," his father teased, making Drake frown at him. "But if it's a really big deal like you say it is, then I'd do whatever I could to find the truth. Who cares what people think of you?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Is it important?" His father asked, interrupting him. Drake pressed his lips together and nodded, and his father shrugged. "Well, figure it out then. It's what matters the most." Before Drake could say anything more, Steph burst in to the hall from the airships main deck.
"What're you guys sitting around here for?!" She demanded. "We found them!"
"Huh?" Drake asked, confused. "We're still like an hour away, Steph."
"They're on the road below us! They wee on the move!" With this Steph ran off again, leaving Drake with his dad again. Taking a deep breath, his father stood and made his way for the main deck.
"Come on kid, let's go find your friends," he said. Drake frowned at this.
"Okay," he replied. "Hey, Dad? Thanks for-"
"Eh don't get too mushy on me kid," His father said, waving at him over his shoulder. "Just because I admitted to being a bad dad and loving you doesn't mean we're jumping to the mushy shit right away." Drake felt a smirk cross his face at this.
"Right," he said. "I forgot you aren't the kind to show affection."
"There ya go," His father said, smirking back. "Now, let's pick up your friend and finish this little get together."
Damien stared up at the airship above him, a smirk on his face.
"What the hell is that?" Bella asked as the airship began to descend. "An airship?" Damien nodded.
"Sure is," Damien replied. "I never expected to see Crime Sociere out here."
"Huh," Bella said. "Jellal's guild?" Damien nodded. He'd seen that airship enough times in his life to recognize it now. He didn't know why they were here, but it'd be nice to see them. As the airship got lower and lower, Damien expected to see Jellal or Simon.
Not his baby sister jumping from an open door and using her magic to fly right for him.
"Steph?!" He asked. He got no response before his sister tackled him into a hug, laughing loudly.
"We actually found you!" She shouted happily, wrapping her legs around his waist as he strangled him. "I thought it was only a chance we'd find you!"
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Damien asked, hugging her back. Even if he was surprised to see her, he'd still missed her dearly. "How'd you find me?"
"It's a long story," Steph, still not releasing him. "Way longer than it should have been." Damien figured as much. Their stories seemed to be way longer than it should have.
"You can tell me about it later," he said as she finally released him. He watched as she made a face at him.
"When was the last time you shaved?" She demanded, poking his beard. "This looks terrible." Damien just rolled his eyes and poked her back as the airship finished descending.
"Leave it alone," he said. I think it makes me look good."
"Whatever you say, lumberjack." Steph replied, looking over at Bella. "How are you, Bella? You look great!"
"I'm good, thanks." Bella replied as Steph moved to hug her as well. "Been doing really well with my recovery."
"I can tell!" Steph said. "I forgot you ditched your walker!"
"Steph!" Damien saw his sister winced and turned too see Simon giving her a dirty look as he and the rest of his friends came from the airship. "What did I say?! Don't just jump out of the airship!"
"Sorry!" Steph said, clearly not as sorry as she claimed to be. "I got to excited!"
"Uh huh," Simon replied, looking over at Simon with a smile. "How're you doing, big guy?" Damien shrugged as the others reached them, and he handed out more hugs to the others.
"I've been good," he said. "Why're you guys out here?"
"Looking for you, you big dope." Elise said as she released him. "We missed you." Damien had to admit, he'd missed them as well. Especially Elise and Ultear, who had been gone for longer than anyone. He didn't know why they were here, but he suspected there was more to it than they were claiming. Damien looked over at Drake, who seemed deep in thought. When he caught Damien staring at it, Drake smiled at him.
"Yeah," he said, agreeing with Elise. "Been too long. We decided it was time to regroup."
"We were on our way back home anyway," Damien said, offering his hand to Drake. "So it's good to see you." Drake nodded and took his hand, grasping it tightly. At this, Drake made a face. He stared at Damien for a moment, before his eyes darted over to Bella. After this, he raised an eyebrow at Damien. Damien didn't know what his problem was, but it clearly confused him.
"Everyone ready to go?" Damien looked past the others to find Jellal hanging out of the door. "Erigor wants to get going."
"Depends," Elise said as she smiled at Damien. "Looking for a ride home?" Damien shrugged.
"Sure, I'd rather not walk home if you guys are offering." He said. "Speaking of which, I do need to talk to you guys."
"About what?" Drake asked, making a face. Damien looked over at him, his racing mind brought to a halt.
"Why're you wearing Nashi's scarf?" He asked. Drake looked down, growing silent.
"Natsu gave it to me," He said. Simon didn't seem to like that answer. "Said she'd want me to have it." Made sense to Damien.
"Regardless, we do need to talk to you guys." Bella said. "It's very important. Let's go on the airship first. We'll talk there." Damien nodded.
"And it's important, so speed us back home. We need to tell everyone else too."
Once Damien and Bella had joined them on the airship, everyone was gathered on the main deck as Damien and Bella had asked. So far neither of them had said anything, and Drake was getting impatient.
"So, what do you need to tell us?" He asked. Damien took a deep breath and looked up, watching everyone.
"First of all," he said. "The real reason I left was because I wanted to do some training with controlling Xisplate's takeover."
"And i joined him for the same reasons," Bella added. Damien nodded and looked down at his hands, flexing them.
"However, when we got to our destination, we found a troubling problem. We couldn't access their powers. And after some trial and error, we can't talk to them either."
"The Demon Lords have gone dark?" Jellal asked, Damien nodding. "That doesn't sound good." Drake had to agree. For someone like Xisplate to just disappear wasn't a good sign.
"For the past few months we've been trying everyday to get into contact with them," Bella continued. "But we couldn't do anything. It was like the connection between us was gone."
"Nothing at all?" Simon asked, Damien shaking his head.
"No," he said. "Nothing. And we tried everything we could. Until, of course, just earlier." With this, Damien looked over at Bella. "Want to take it from here?" He asked. Bella nodded, now looking anxious.
"Meridia came to me," she said. "She showed me a meeting of the Demon Lords. She said that a tragedy is coming to our plane, and that we need to be ready."
"Did she give more to go on than that?" Sorano asked, thinking. Bella shook her head.
"No, she just told me that a tragedy was coming and that we needed to be ready. Well, that and she gave me some sort of prophecy."
"Which is?" Drake asked.
"When the King rises, humanity will find salvation in the end." Bella said. These words cast a silence over the airship, no one saying a word. After a second or two of silence, Jellal turned to Erigor.
"Plot the course for Magnolia," he said.
"Already on it," Erigor said, playing with the airships controls.
"Yeah, that doesn't sound good." Elise said. "We need to get back as soon as we can. Anything else?" Bella nodded.
"There was one thing," Bella said. "The Demon Lords broke contact because one of them broke the laws they follow. They resurrected a soul from the Circles of Judgment."
Drake felt his world crashing down around him as Bella said this.
"They what?" Simon demanded.
"Brought someone back from the dead," Damien answered. "Which can only spell trouble for us."
Someone had come back to life?
"Nashi needs you."
"Yeah, that can't be good." Simon agreed. "We need to find out who that was, and fast. If it's someone that could cause us trouble, it'll suck way more than we think."
"J-Jellal..." Drake sputtered, making the blue haired man look over at Drake.
"What's up?" He asked. All eyes were on Drake now, and he slowly undid the scarf from around his neck and shakily held it out in front of him.
"You can track magical signatures from here, right?" He asked weakly. Jellal nodded.
"Yeah...?" Drake swallowed hard as his fathers words came back to him.
"S-Scan this," he said, gesturing for him to take. "Scan Nashi's scarf please."
"Huh?" Jellal asked, but Drake insisted quietly. He could barely form words with how dry his mouth was, but he knew what he wanted.
"Nashi...It's Nashi...Scan her scarf...We can find her..."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Another voice asked. Drake looked over to find Simon watching him, an angry look plastered on his face. "Dad, don't you dare take that scarf from him."
"Simon..." Ultear said quietly, but Simon ignored her and approached Drake, who watched him weakly.
"You disrespectful little runt," Simon hissed, glaring at Drake. "Why the hell do you insist on keeping us hurting?" Drake didn't know what to say, his mind was far to muddled. Even so, he could tell Simon was angry with him.
"I..."
"She's dead," Simon said, grabbing Drake by his collar and hoisting him to his feet. "Get that through your thick skull already. She's dead, and she's been dead! Why do you have to keep hurting us?!"
"...What?" Drake managed, his head clearing slightly. What was Simon talking about?
"Taking her scarf..." Simon hissed, eyes obscured by his bangs. "Wearing it like it was yours...Now this? You disrespectful, self-absorbed fucker. How can you of all people walk around destroying her memory? She was your best friend! And even so you waltz around in her scarf saying those kinds of things...She's dead, Drake! Dead!"
"...Disrespectful?" Drake asked, anger now beginning to cloud his vision. "Oho, so were going there are we?"
"Huh?" Simon demanded. "Speak up."
"Disrespect, huh?" Drake asked, getting into Simon's face and forcing the man to release him. "I didn't know we were going there, but alright. We'll talk about disrespect. I think disrespect is walking around the guild with a lit fuse, screaming at anyone who tries to help you. I think disrespect is knowing everyone in your family is struggling just as much as you, but you treat them like shit. I'm self-absorbed? Alright Simon, maybe I am. But if I'm self-absorbed, what the fuck does that make you?"
Drake knew he was playing with fire now, but he didn't care.
"You're an angry, self-absorbed piece of human filth," he spat. "You pranced around the guild yelling at everyone. Us, your parents...Even Natsu and Lucy! Where the fuck do you get off, huh?! Screaming at her parents?! You fucking piece of garbage!" Drake shoved Simon, causing him to stumble. "Do you care about anyone else, Simon?! Huh?! Or just your precious fucking pride?!"
"Me?" Simon asked, looking dangerous as he regained his footing. "At least I had the balls to move on from what happened. All of us did, except for you. We all accepted what happened, and knew we couldn't change it. So we tried to move on. Not you though, huh? You just drank yourself away and caused more harm and worry. Typical of you, Drake. Not caring about anyone but yourself."
"You all ran away!" Drake shouted, feeling tears forming in his eyes. "Some fucking friends of hers you all were! I stayed! I stayed and tried to honor her memory, but you guys?! You fucking ran! Ran from the pain, or you feelings, or whatever! And now, after all of that, you stand across from me and try to defend her memory?! How about you eat shit Simon?!"
Drake knew he was shouting loudly, but he hadn't been expecting the right hook Simon threw, connecting with his face. He stumbled and hit the ground, cradling his jaw.
"Drake!" Steph shouted, rushing to his side. Drake groaned and massaged his jaw as he looked back over at Simon, who was towering over him.
"Get up, scum." He hissed. "I need to teach you a lesson."
"Guys, stop it!" Ultear shouted. "We don't need to fight about it!"
"Apparently we do," Drake hissed, quickly getting up and delivering a punch to Simon's stomach. "You want to fight about it Simon? Alright let's go!" Simon reared back, but Drake's fighting instinct had kicked it. Using his sound magic, Drake dodged all of Simon's incoming blows as best he could through his anger and counterattacked. The two exchanged blows up and down the deck, their friends screaming and shouting for them to stop. Drake's tunnel vision made it hard to look anywhere else, but from the looks of things Elise was curled up in a ball looking frightened, Ultear was shouting at them to stop, and Damien was watching with wide eyes along with Bella and Steph.
His looking around was a mistake.
Drake was grabbed by Simon and flipped into a sleeper hold, Simon forcing the air was Drake's throat. Drake tried to free himself by whipping around, but it wasn't working. His vision started to fade, and Drake's survival instinct kicked in. He exhaled poison from his mouth, green in color. Due to Simon's closeness he wasn't able to get away, and inhaled a bunch of it as he tried to move. With his enemy now paralyzed, Drake was able to free himself and knock Simon to the ground, as he was unable to move. Feeling himself fading into anger, Drake bent down and socked Simon in the face, punch after punch.
"Fuck! You!" He shouted with every punch, cracking being heard. "Fuck! You! Simon! FUCK! YOU!"
"Drake that's enough!" Through the anger and pain Drake heard his father shout this as a pair of arms tore him off of Simon, Ultear rushing to his side and checking on him. Drake fought against his fathers grasp, but he wasn't letting go.
"Stop fighting and shouting..." Elise whimpered, curled up in a ball. Drake didn't know why she was so upset, but now he felt bad about what had just happened.
"What the fuck is wrong with you both?! Ultear shouted, getting to her feet. "Do you think this is what Nashi would have wanted?! You're both sullying her memory by being assholes! She wanted us to live and be happy to each other, not kill each other over something so silly!"
"She's alive!" Drake roared, still fighting against his fathers grasp. "I know she is!"
"How?!" Steph demanded, also angry now. Tears were flowing from her eyes, but Drake couldn't really feel much worse. "How do you know she's alive?!"
"Her coffins empty!" Drake yelled, causing silence to fill the airships deck. "I checked! She's gone!"
"...What?" Damien asked. "Her coffin's empty?" Drake nodded as he finally freed himself from his father.
"Her body is gone!" He said, looking around as everyone stared at him in shock. "And now the Demon Lords say they brought someone back?! Mighty convenient to me!" Damien remained quiet for a moment, sharing a look with Bella. The blonde nodded, and Damien stood from his seat. He walked over to here the scarf had been dropped when the fight broke out. He picked it up and turned to Jellal, looking determined.
"Scan it," he said.
"Damien..." Simon hissed from the floor.
"Drake's theory has credibility," Damien said as Jellal took it gingerly and turned to the Archive console of the airship. "If the coffin really is empty, it's a possibility we can't ignore."
"Honestly I agree," Jellal said as he placed the scarf inside a small container, closing it. "There's a chance, and we have to take it." Drake watched as the Archive in the airship scanned the scarf, the only sound in the room the whirring of the magic as it worked. Soon, a screen popped up, showing a small dot.
"That's Drake's magical signature," Macbeth said before anyone said anything. "It's showing us the coordinates for ourselves. Let it work." After Macbeth stomped out concerns for this, the lacrima continued to scan. After a few minutes of silence, another dot showed up.
And Drake's world froze.
"This can't be..." Jellal hissed.
On a world map of Earthland, a small dot was in Bosco, the country directly above Fiore. In the area near the border with Stella was a small blip, blinking quietly as everyone on the ship stared at it in shock.
"Erigor..." Erik started.
"Yeah yeah, I know." Erigor said, working with the airships controls again. "I'm already rerouting us." Drake stared in shock as the blip stayed in place, unmoving.
"The signature showed up in Bosco." Jellal said, turning to them. "We're headed there."
"It can't be..." Simon hissed.
"I don't believe it either," Steph said quietly. "Is it really...?" Drake, despite the anger and pain in his heart, managed a smile.
"Nashi."
Wow, this chapter was longer than I meant it to be. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, leave a review! Let's try and get five!
Chapter 303: Unexpected Complication