The sky was covered in dark clouds. Ichigo hopes it won't rain anytime soon. Unfortunately, she knows not to get her hopes up. The air was already muggy and sticky and her bangs are starting to stick to her forehead.
Ichigo tugs at the sleeves of her tokkō-fuku uniform, silently lamenting how she has to wear it on such a warm and muggy day. Why does it have to be muggy when her gang has to fight against the Immortal Bounts? Why are they even fighting against the Immortal Bounts?
"Hikawa and his fragile fucking ego." Ichigo sighs heavily, shoving her hands into her pockets. Don't get her wrong. They can easily win against the Immortal Bounts, but this fight is so fucking useless. If Kariya hadn't figured out that taunting and insulting Hikawa would be a for-sure way of getting this fight scheduled, they wouldn't be having it.
A quieter set of footsteps walks up from behind Ichigo. She doesn't bother to turn her head; she already knows who it is.
"Hi-chan prefers you not to join these fights, you know," Naruse-san comments as she begins to walk in step with Ichigo.
They were in the very back of the group of gang members marching to the designated spot. Everyone wore tokkō-fuku uniforms, but Ichigo's was the only one that was different.
The normal tokkō-fuku uniform for Black Sun is a black coverall embroidered with blue kanji slogans and the gang emblem being Japan's naval ensign of the Rising Sun Flag—only it was white on black and it stretched across the entire back of the uniform—black combat boots, and white tasuki sashes. Naruse-san wore a variation with her rank embroidered on the left bicep of her uniform and had a black, double-breasted military coat, complete with the gang symbol on the back, her rank on the left bicep, and the gang manifesto embroidered in blue down the front, pulled over with the tasuki sash tied over it. She had it completely unbuttoned, revealing the sarashi wrapped around her tattooed chest.
Naruse-san wore the uniform of the top leaders of Black Sun. She was Vice President of Black Sun, and the interim Captain of the Third Division; the Information Council. Basically, she investigated the members of Black Sun and made sure no one joining or had already joined was corrupt, and if they were, she'd personally kick them out.
Ichigo's is the only one completely different from everyone else's, including the leader's. Her tokkō-fuku uniform is completely white, including the combat boots, with the kanji slogans embroidered in red and the gang emblem was black on white. She wore a white, double-breasted military coat with only the original gang manifesto embroidered on the front in red, the gang emblem on the back, and her moniker embroidered right below and down her left sleeve. While the tasuki sashes were white for the gang, and blue for Hikawa, Ichigo's was a deep crimson red.
Much to Hikawa's chagrin, most people assumed she was the leader because—the fact that she practically runs Black Sun singlehandedly since Hikawa is absolutely useless—of the uniform being different. Ichigo's uniform is different, because she is not officially in the gang, but she is still their most victorious member as well as the original member. Ichigo formed the gang at its conception as a joke and Hikawa just took the credit.
Only the leaders really know the whole story and they nearly caused a civil war within the gang when Hikawa wanted to completely snub and ignore Ichigo's involvement. Ichigo's uniform was the middle ground. Not that she was complaining. It's a badass uniform and people actually try not to fuck with her when she wears it.
"You and I both know that if I didn't show up, victory would be a 60/40 chance," Ichigo states with an eye roll.
Naruse-san shrugs with a hum. "He isn't the best at keeping morale up, but he tries."
"Hikawa fucking sucks at everything," Ichigo corrects before sighing heavily. "Besides, Kariya asked that I be here personally or he wouldn't agree to the fight."
"Creep," Naruse-san sneers, making Ichigo snort.
Ichigo first gained the attention of Kariya when she led three consecutive, and successful, raids on his fighting rings. He was overseeing the last one and nearly killed Ichigo that night. She managed to gouge out one of his eyes and used the distraction to get the hell out. Ever since then, Kariya's been absolutely obsessed with Ichigo.
Phantom pain sears through Ichigo's left side, making her wince. She presses her fingers against the scar hidden by her uniform. It was a jagged circular scar, raised and pale, around the size of a small coin. Kariya, in his arrogance, had used his cigar to brand Ichigo's skin. That was when she gouged out his eye; he let his guard down.
"You fighting dirty?" Naruse-san asks, glancing at the taller teenager next to her. Ichigo turns to give the woman a deadpan.
"This isn't an infighting challenge for a division captain's rank."
"And this is what I get for trying to be an adult worried about your safety," Naruse-san laughs with an eye roll. Ichigo just shakes her head, the corner of her lips twitching up.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Both women fully focus on what's in front of them at the sound of metal hitting against metal. They're here.
Naruse-san gives Ichigo a two-finger salute before she makes her way through the crowd of Black Sun members. Ichigo stays in the back, crossing her arms and leaning her weight on one foot.
She glances around with a bored look. There were a lot of spectators today. Hell's Sinners, The Reigai, even Xcution sent a couple of members to watch. Ichigo sighs with an eye roll. Ugh.
"It's good to see that neither party are cowards," A low voice booms over the decrepit lot of the abandoned hospital. "I will be supervising this fight and I am the one who'll lay down the rules."
"No one's gonna fucking listen to you," Ichigo sighs with an eye roll. He's obviously not from Karakura, assuming the gangs here actually play by rules.
"No killing and no permanent maiming. I don't give a fuck about anything else," The overseer says sternly, pointing at both sides of the fight. "If you all can understand these simple instructions, I call for the representatives of the Immortal Bounts and Black Sun!"
Ichigo watches from the very back as Kariya, in his arrogant glory, walks forward with his normal smirk and his hands in his pockets. He wore his usual patchwork red and black shirt with his awful orange tie. The only difference is the orange eye patch over his left eye socket. Fucking asshole.
"I, Kariya Jin, will be the Immortal Bounts representative."
Naruse-san walks forward with her arms outstretched and a wide smile on her face. "Kariya, you look fantastic for missing an eye. I, Naruse Su-mi, will be Black Sun's representative!"
"With the representatives present, how will—"
"Before we begin," Kariya interrupts, "I'd like to ask if Black Sun has kept their word."
Ichigo rolls her eyes again as Naruse-san scoffs loudly enough for her to hear. She stuffs her hands back into her pockets and trudges forward. He is such an arrogant asshole.
"She's here as promised. And she will be fighting, Kariya. Now, can we get this all over with?" Naruse-san answers with a hand on her hip and her head tilted towards the overseer. He opens his mouth to speak, but Kariya interrupts, again, with a chuckle.
He smiles sharply. "Do you take me for a fool? I will not continue this until I see—"
"There's no need for your egotistical tirade," Ichigo speaks loudly. The crowd parts to give her a path, many bowing their heads in begrudging respect, or fear. Kariya continues to smile, but Ichigo can see the murder in his eyes.
"It's a bit creepy to have an old man obsessed with me, you know," She continues as those spectating start to whisper to each other. Ichigo stops next to Naruse-san. "I am sixteen after all. People will start to ask questions about your intentions."
"She doesn't look like much. Is she really—"
"You didn't tell me that the one who holds the title is a girl!"
"I didn't expect her to come to this fight at all."
"It's her! It's—"
"Zangetsu," Kariya sneers the name out like it was rotten. "Is it really an obsession if I only want to take what I'm due?"
Ichigo grins widely. "What you're due? Don't tell me you're a liar too. I thought your eye was a good enough payment for almost killing me."
"You can save your questions. I do not care how this fight is set up. As long as I get to kill Zangetsu right here," Kariya declares, outstretching his arms.
"He's acting like some kind of Messiah." Ichigo rolls her eyes before she cracks her neck. She just wants this entire thing over and done with.
"So, what will it be, Kurosaki—" Kariya stumbles back and falls on his ass. A roar of pain leaves his mouth before he grabs his, now broken, jaw.
Ichigo stands there with a hand on her hip and the other hanging by her side. Blood dripped from the brass knuckles she had put on when her hand was inside her pocket.
"Can you shut the fuck up? This is a fight, not a dick measuring contest." Ichigo runs a hand through her hair before turning head to look at the Black Sun members. "I've had enough talking. I think it's time we go all out."
Some of them begin to cheer loudly, others shouting their war cries with their fists raised in the air. One of the Kariya's lackeys attempts to help him up, but he only shoves them away with a growl.
Naruse-san barks out a laugh before she bumps her fists together. "Finally! Kariya talks way too fucking much. Hi-chan?"
"Let's beat their asses!" Hikawa shouts over the cheers. Ichigo leaps forward with a wide grin, twisting her body to slam both of her feet right into someone's face as the rest of Black Sun charges forward.
Blood spilled across the empty lot of the abandoned hospital. Bodies were strewn everywhere, knocked completely unconscious or groaning in agony. Those wearing black tokkō-fuku uniforms scream and shout up at the sky, victorious and feral.
With blood dripping from her knuckles, and blood tainting the sleeves and pants of a pure white tokkō-fuku uniform, Ichigo stands above a pile of bodies, completely victorious. Her left eye is swollen shut and there's a deep gash merely centimeters away from ripping it out of its socket. A pool of blood is starting to form below her from the stab wound in her leg and her nose was crooked once more. She won.
There's a loud cheer from behind Ichigo before two arms wrap around her neck and a heavy weight follows after. She stumbles back, but manages to keep her balance with Naruse-san hanging from her neck.
"We've won! Zangetsu has savagely beaten our enemies once again, and led us to victory!" Naruse-san shouts loudly, high off of the adrenaline and the violence she had caused. Ichigo laughs breathlessly, her smile lopsided and dazed. She probably has a concussion, and she's still steadily losing blood from her leg, but Ichigo feels like she's on top of the world.
Naruse-san grins widely to an almost sickening degree. Her teeth are stained red from either coughing up blood or from biting people as they futilely tried to take her down. It was likely the latter with the drying blood sprayed all across her face. There were scratches across her face, already swelling as they slowly bleed, and the sclera of her left eye was turning red. Her coat had fallen off at some point and her sarashi wrap was starting to unravel.
Those from Black Sun—the ones who weren't concussed enough to forget where they were nor the ones completely knocked unconscious—cheered even louder, chanting Ichigo's title. Naruse-san laughs again, still hanging off of Ichigo's neck. Ichigo wraps an arm around her waist before her knees could give out from under her.
"'say this calls f'r cel'bration..." Ichigo slurs with a wide grin. Definitely concussed... maybe it was from that straight hit from the baseball bat...
Naruse-san cheers, placing her feet back on the ground. "Hi-chan~! Celebration time!"
Ichigo continues to grin as the rest of Black Sun continue to cheer, already celebrating their victory in adrenaline filled chaos. She rests her head against Naruse-san's shoulder, letting the woman basically drag her along towards the others.
She doesn't pay any attention to any of the spectators left at the scene of the fight. There, standing close to the cut open fence originally blocking off the property, stood a pale young woman dressed in all black with a phone pressed against her ear. Her other hand, with well-maintained and sharp nails painted dark purple, is stuffed inside the pocket of her dress pants.
"Honestly, Rukia. Those from Karakura are fucking crazy. And they're easy to kill, because they're sheep." Renji scoffs into the phone. "This girl may have helped you, but if she's a part of any of those psychotic assholes, she's a sheep just like them. Leave it be."
Kuchiki Rukia, younger sister of the Kuchiki-kumi kumichō, Kuchiki Byakuya, watches from afar as the girl calling herself Zangetsu follows the rest of her gang to celebrate their absolutely brutal victory. Her violet eyes stared at the face the girl wears. It was like staring at a ghost.
"...I think..." Rukia turns around and maneuvers her way out of the fence "...we should wait and see. She's... different."
There's a long pause before Renji sighs heavily. "Alright. Whatever. Just remember why you're in that loony bin of a town in the first place."
"I will give my report to Nīsama once the information you were meant to get comes through," Rukia says, making Renji clear his throat.
"I-I gotta go. Call you later. Bye!" Renji hangs up, making Rukia roll her eyes with a scowl. What an idiot.
ding—DING
"Hello and welcome to the Urahara Shōten! I am Urahara Kisuke!" The candy shop owner flicks out his fan and covers his smile. "How may I be of service?"
Two men, distracted and clearly not law-abiding, immediately saunter towards the chocolate display. "We're here for the chocolate display. Dude, it was a blood bath! It was fuckin' crazy."
"Let me know if you need any help!" Kisuke states brightly before going back to stocking some of the other displays. He takes the time to check on where his children are.
Jinta is peeking around one of the shelving displays with bright eyes, ignoring his chores completely in favor for eavesdropping. Ururu gives Jinta a worried glance before she goes back to sweeping the tile floor.
"And Zangetsu. He was really there?"
"Oh, you aren't gonna fuckin' believe it! A girl is claiming the title of Zangetsu! Un–fucking–believable!"
Kisuke crouches down and sprays the window of his fridge display. Oh? Zangetsu retired? How strange.
"No way!"
"Yes! It's fuckin' crazy how many of 'em believe it too! Well, the girl fuckin' pummeled nearly a dozen men before anyone else was able to get half of that number. Shit, she got stabbed and didn't even bat an eye!"
"Don't tell me you actually think she's the next Zangetsu!"
"Dude, c'mon! She's a girl and Zangetsu was a fucking monster down in Hueco Mundo. If she actually is the next Zangetsu, she'd have to have fucked him for the title. A girl can't be Zangetsu."
Kisuke smiles quietly, humming under his breath. A girl can be Zangetsu; a girl can also be one of the strongest yakuza clan kumichōs as well as one of the most deadly assassins this world has seen in centuries. A girl can do quite a lot, and these boys are in for a surprise if they can manage to make it far in life. He doubts they can.
Though, Zangetsu retiring... how long ago was this? He had heard nothing from the grapevine, nor anything from Yoruichi. Has that monster of a man really retired? Kisuke was sure he would have 'retired' by dying. He strived for violence and death. It was in his blood.
And this girl... it could simply be an arrogant claim; a stupid claim. She will be in a world of immense agony if anyone questions her and she does not have proof. The moniker is passed down, and no matter the enemies or the allies the previous Zangetsu made, the name still holds a lot of respect.
Still. Why didn't Zangetsu say anything, if it's true he retired? Or why isn't he saying anything to dispel the rumors? Actually... there hasn't been much word about Zangetsu. There had been no reported sightings nor any confirmed fights he had been a part of... It's been, what? Three years since Kisuke has heard anything involving the title?
It does sound like he's retired. Or...
Kisuke snaps out of his thoughts when he hears trudging footsteps behind him. He stands up and turns around, hiding his hands in his haori sleeves.
"Have you found what you're looking for?" Kisuke asks cheerfully.
One of them stares at Kisuke weirdly while the other one scoffs. Kisuke watches them throw what they wanted onto the counter as he walks around to stand behind the counter. He watches from the corner of his eye when one of the boys nudges the other while he counts each item.
He makes a motion with his hand, fixing his haori sleeve as he does so. Ururu shrinks in on herself, but nods her head. She silently makes her way over to Jinta and pulls at his sleeve. He almost turns to yell at her, but Ururu covers his mouth and puts a finger against her own. Kisuke watches as they silently make their way to the kitchen.
"You've got a nice place here... does it get a lot of business?" One of the boys asks in faux interest. Kisuke hides his sharp smile behind his mask. Ah, are they going to attempt a robbery? Well, the day had been pretty drab.
"Why, thank you~! I try my best, but some days are worse than others," Kisuke answers conversationally.
The other boy, the one who nudged the other and most likely the instigator between them, leans forward with a horribly held back grin. Oh yes, this is definitely going to end up as an attempted robbery! How exciting. Though, he wishes it had to happen when the children aren't helping him around the candy shop...
"And today? Did you make a lotta money?" He asks, trying so desperately to appear like he's only making small talk. Kisuke starts to ring up the prices of the chocolate they picked. Only a couple of homemade candy bars.
"Business has been good today!" Kisuke says, playing the part of an oblivious shop owner. He turns around, pretending to reach for a bag. He reaches for his cane leaning against the wall instead.
"Really?" The boy laughs before Kisuke hears the familiar flick of a switchblade being opened. He unsheathes the shikomizue, still smiling within his mask, and turns around with a wide swing. The boy's eyes widen, halfway in a pounce to grab Kisuke's collar and pull him over the counter. He yelps loudly and tries to scramble back, but Kisuke darts a hand forward to grab his collar instead.
"Yu-chan!" The other boy cries out as Kisuke brings the boy forward. Everything freezes when the boy's throat is kissed by the blade of Kisuke's shikomizue. Blood trickles down in a thin line, staining the boy's shirt.
Kisuke hums thoughtfully, still smiling blankly. "On the best of days, I do not appreciate it when someone like you attempts to take what is mine. Would you like it if I came onto you and took your life?"
"P-p-please. Pl-please! I—please, I didn't—" Kisuke pulls the boy even closer and more blood falls.
"Would you like it or not?" He repeats the question. The boy starts to whimper before he desperately shakes his head.
Kisuke leans forward, his smile growing into a wide grin and his eyes going dark. "If you come here again and attempt this again... especially with my children in the store, I will gut you. Do you understand?"
"Y-ye-yeah—yes! Yes, yes, yes—I-I understand!" The boy cries out, completely terrified. Kisuke hums again, his blank smile coming back, before he not so delicately shoves the boy away. He lowers the shikomizue until it's hidden by the counter once more and goes back to ringing up the candy.
"Wonderful! Now, you're total will be—"
ding—DING
The boys are already sprinting down the street, tails between their legs.
"—oh, how rude!" Kisuke murmurs with a childish pout. He uses his haori to clean off the blood from his sword before he sheathes it back into its hidden scabbard. Serves them right for attempting to rob him with his children in the store.
"K-Kisuke-san...?" Ururu calls out nervously.
"You can come out now~! They're gone!" Kisuke answers back, already wiping away the blood that managed to drip onto the counter.
"Kisuke! Kisuke! Do you think this Zangetsu can win against those people you tell us about?!" Jinta is already racing out of the kitchen with bright eyes. "Those idiots said she caused a blood bath! Do you think she really did?! Do you really think it was a girl that did that?!"
"I'm sure she did. Of course, endless amount of rumors, all twisted from the truth, start from stories like these," Kisuke points out, amused by Jinta's fixation on the gangs around Karakura. Though, growing up the way he did in that godforsaken fighting ring, some interests won't ever be wiped away.
Jinta nearly wilts, making Ururu giggle quietly. She pats his shoulder, somewhat stilted but in genuine comfort.
"M-maybe... i-if we ever—ever meet her... we can ask..." She speaks quietly, glancing up at Kisuke in apprehensive excitement.
Kisuke's shoulders relax and a genuine smile, small and nearly imperceptible through his mask, forms on his face. He reaches down slowly and pats her head. He doesn't mention the heavy flinch.
"I'm sure we'll meet her at some point, and we can ask all the questions we want!"
Ururu beams in her own quiet way before jumping with a squeak when Jinta loudly cheers with a fist raised in the air. Kisuke chuckles softly before he glances out of his shop windows.
"Alright, alright. Go on and finish your chores. You both have homework to do before dinner," Kisuke says with a small smile. Ururu nods her head while Jinta groans.
"But, Kisuke~! It's Saturday!" Jinta whines with a pleading expression.
"Well, you can always do your homework tomorrow... I guess we can wait until next Sunday to do our ice cream movie night." Kisuke shrugs, smiling brightly. Jinta pales before he rushes to finish his chores.
"W-wait! I'll get it all done tonight, old man! I was only joking," The young boy exclaims, making his sister stifle a giggle and his father chuckle unashamed.
There is only one day, one single day out of the entire year, Ichigo takes off from school. The anniversary of Kurosaki Masaki's death; the anniversary of her murder.
It is a day Ichigo despises the most. It is a day Ichigo hates herself the most. It is a day Ichigo hates her own father the most.
Ichigo sighs heavily, looking up at the clear sky. The sweltering heat makes her tank top stick to her like second skin and she would be regretting wearing leggings underneath her denim shorts, if it weren't for how fucked up her legs looked.
She sucks in a breath when someone pushes her from behind, making her stumble forward. "There's no time to stop! The Kurosaki Troupe must push forward!"
"Don't fucking push me, asshole! I was only checking the weather," Ichigo hisses with a dark scowl, slapping Isshin's hand off of her shoulder. She stalks forward, reaching down to grab her little sisters' hands when she walks past. She's careful not to start pulling them with her.
"Onēchan?" Yuzu looks up with wide eyes. Ichigo forces a smile on her face before she reaches up to run a hand over her head. She had painstakingly helped style it into two pigtail braids with strawberry elastic bands.
"Mom's gonna be really happy with what you made for her," Ichigo says quietly, making Yuzu beam up at her. Ichigo feels her heart tear into shreds.
Yuzu and Karin had only been a month old when their mother had been killed.
They don't know what she looks like, or what she sounds like. They never grew up with her humming nor with her soft sung lullabies. They didn't grow up learning how to dance with her. Ichigo sang to them, of course, but her voice was rough and lower than their mother's. She danced with them in the living room when she had free time, but she doesn't have their mother's elegance or skill.
They only know their mother through the stories Ichigo told them and the pictures she fought their father tooth and nail to keep instead of burning. They don't know her as their mother. Ichigo took that position in their lives. She stole it from their mother.
"Onēchan, you're being stupid," Karin's statement snaps Ichigo out of her sad thoughts.
"Karin-chan! Don't be mean to Onēchan!"
"But, she's being stupid!"
"She's just upset!"
"Exactly! That's why she's being stupid, stupid!"
"You're th-the stupid one!"
"No, you are!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Yeah-uh!"
"Nuh—"
"Girls!" The twin girls blink before they both avert their eyes, scowling. Ichigo sighs quietly before forcing another smile on her face and places both of her hands on their heads.
"I'm... upset, because you two don't..." Ichigo clears her throat when it starts to burn, "it's just a really sad day."
She faces forward and feels her shoulders tense up. They're at the cemetery.
"My beautiful little girls!" Ichigo twitches at the sudden shout from behind her. "How about you two go on ahead and say hi to your mother? Me and Ichigo have to talk about something!"
The twins turn to stare at the man before glancing up at their big sister. Ichigo turns her head to stare at Isshin for a long moment, eyeing his tense demeanor. What the fuck is he upset about this time?
Ichigo faces her sisters and gives them a close-eyed smile. "Go on. It won't take long, okay?"
Ichigo gently pushes their shoulders towards the cemetery. They glance back at Isshin one more time, guarded and somewhat fearful, before they run into the cemetery hand-in-hand.
A blank mask is pulled onto Ichigo's face before she turns to face her father. "It is Mom's anniversary. We have an agreement not to start any of your bullshit today."
Isshin frowns, giving Ichigo a small look of warning. She refrains from rolling her eyes or flipping the bastard off. She also can't start any bullshit either; this is what they agreed on for just this day.
Either they fight, or Isshin pretends his children don't exist. It's only today that he pretends he's been an 'attentive' and 'loving' father ever since Mom had been killed. Bullshit. Absolutely fucking bullshit. Ichigo hates him so much.
"I didn't say anything for this past month, but stop having an attitude with everything and stop moping around and acting like it's the end of the world. It's annoying to deal with, especially today," Isshin states callously. Did he just—
He did not just—this man, this bastard... he did not just... he just told Ichigo to stop acting upset? As if this wasn't—
Ichigo nearly bites through the inside of her cheek. She clenches her fists until her fingernails pierce her palms.
Calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm, calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay. Calm.
Ichigo releases the inside of her cheek, letting the blood filling her mouth shock her senses. She takes a deep, shaky, breath to try and calm herself down.
Instead of responding, Ichigo simply turns around and marches into the cemetery. Four more years. Four more years and she can leave, take her sisters, and leave this bastard for dead.
She ignores the hot tears falling silently down her cheeks and the blood dripping from her palms. She walks up to where her mother's gravestone is. Yuzu and Karin are talking animatedly, as if they were all having a picnic; a tradition they started since they could walk.
"—and then I tripped 'im and then—oh and Onēchan's here now—and so I tripped 'im and he fell, and I only tripped him 'cause—" Karin easily goes back into her story of her most recent soccer game.
Ichigo sits on her knees, barely even wincing when she pulls at the stitches on her leg. She leans forward on her knuckles and stares at her mother's name engraved on the white stone.
Yuzu leans against her side, making Ichigo look down. The young girl looks up with wide eyes, a small frown on her face.
"Was he being mean to you again?" Yuzu asks quietly.
Ichigo sighs quietly before kissing the girl's forehead. "Only being stupid this time. Don't worry, I told him off."
Yuzu beams before going back to focusing on Karin's story. Ichigo stares blankly at the gravestone, her fingers pulling at the small weeds growing beneath her. She's so tired.
"When can I rest? Mom, I'm just so... exhausted," Ichigo asks silently. She closes her eyes with a heavy sigh.
There's no answer. Like always.
"I miss you, Mom."
Hey! I hope you all like the new chapter! I tried to get this posted last Monday, but there had been a lot of things happening at my job. Though, I got it posted this Monday at least!
Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying the story so far! Bye.
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