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[EMIYA SHIROU]

[THE GAMER]

[LV 20- 100/20000]

[HP: 2000][MP: 35][MC: 27][ST: 760 ][PT: 5]

[STR: 37][DEX: 39][INT: 21][WIS: 31][CHR: 77]

Taiga made her way to the Emiya household as she did just about every morning. Shirou had been away all weekend so she didn't get to eat over at his place. In her book, that was unforgivable. Granted, he might have been a budding sword-prodigy but if there was one thing that Taiga respected more than that was his skill at the stove. The boy could cook better than the average housewife and certainly better than Taiga or anyone at her place could.

It was perfectly fine if he wanted to polish his ability with the sword, but that didn't mean she had to go hungry. Today she would have him prepare all of her favorite dishes as apology.

She let herself in without bothering to knock. As his legal guardian it was her duty to come over unannounced and watch that he wouldn't be up to mischief. Not that she worried about something like that. Shirou was more responsible than she had ever been and for all her faults, Taiga did take her responsibilities very seriously despite of her lackadaisical attitude.

But still, as his de-facto big sister, it was her duty to swoop in when he'd least expected her, hoping to catch him in an embarrassing situation that she could use exploit to blackmail even more food out of him.

A responsible adult, ladies and gentlemen.

Of course, being early in the morning, he was probably working out in the dojo, so she made her way there with light footsteps.

However once there, she found a person she didn't know instead of her charge. A redhead stranger was holding one of Shirou's wooden swords and was going through some elaborate motions with exceptional fluidity.

There was an intensity about the way he performed the kata that was almost hypnotic. Taiga could not stop staring in sheer admiration. This could no longer be called swordsmanship. It was an art form.

Who was this guy? There was something striking familiar about it but she couldn't quite place him. Then it suddenly clicked in her mind and she called out.

"Shirou?"

He stopped in his tracks. As he turned around, her heart was caught in her throat. Eyes of a stunning gold pierced through her and she stood rooted on the spot.

"Taiga? You're early. Sorry, but breakfast isn't going to be ready for a while. ... Taiga, are you alright?"

"Wha-? Oh, yes. Yes, I'm perfectly fine. Ah-hahaha," she laughed awkwardly. How could she have mistaken Shirou of all people for someone else? "Anyway, Shirou, did you do something with your hair?"

"What? No."

"Hmm. There is something different about you. Have you grown taller maybe?"

"I don't think I could have grown any noticeable amount in a couple of days," he deadpanned. "What brought this up?"

"Nothing. You just look different somehow. Must be my imagination."

"Probably. God knows you do have wild one."

"I didn't raise you to be this cheeky, Shirou," she stomped her feet.

"I could argue that you didn't raise me at all, but we have already agreed on your imagination being out of control, so why bother?"

"Mooou! Shirou! Is that how you treat your big sis after you went off gallivanting for two whole days? This is a penalty! Penalty!"

"I get it. I get it," he sighed in obvious resignation. "Double serving of your favorite dishes today."

"Yes!" Taiga cheered. "My master plan was a success."

"Congratulations," Shirou replied with evident sarcasm. "Now go sit in the living room while I take a bath. Then we'll see about feeding the tiger before it goes feral."

"DON'T CALL ME A TIGER!" she roared, but of course that did not help her case at all.

Shirou just laughed and went about getting himself clean.

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While Shirou was in the bathroom, Taiga sat in the living room as instructed, pondering about the recent developments.

Something had to have happened with Shirou, but she didn't know what. He was different somehow, although there was nothing different about him on the outside.

She had known him for years now and she had watched him grow. From the beginning he was outstanding among his age group, but after Kiritsugu's death it was like he had started running at full speed toward adulthood and she wasn't referring to his physical growth, although he seemed to fare quite well in that department as well.

She was thinking of his demeanor. Everything about him was not as a boy of ten year should be, from the way he moved and how he carried himself to the way he talked.

He oozed some kind of quiet confidence and when he spoke his voice was smooth and velvet-soft in spite of still being obviously childish. She had watched him closely and even when he did something as mundane as walking it was like he was gliding.

Taiga had some old friends who did ballet, and none of them had as much grace after years of training as Shirou exhibited with every single action.

It was like someone had taken some warrior-king from an old legend and squeezed him into the body of a ten years old boy.

In any event, something had to have happened to him, because if it hadn't, if it was just another of her flight of fancy, then it would mean that this growing attraction she harbored for him was because she was some kind of deviant.

No... whether or not Shirou was different didn't change the fact that she had these kind of twisted feelings for him in the first place. Of course she would never act upon them, but they were still present.

What was she supposed to do with them?

[br]

Shirou sat into the bathtub, soaking in the pleasantly hot water, while his mind wandered.

He had only barely grown used to his Gamer ability and already he had experienced something that he never even thought of before.

He was thinking, of course, about his first sexual experience. To be honest, until that night Shirou hadn't even entertained the thought of being intimate with a woman, simply because he had yet to reach that age at which such thoughts would come forth spontaneously.

However, now that he had a taste of the forbidden fruit, every time that he wasn't engaged in a mentally challenging activity he would inevitably return to those moments with his mind.

It was annoying because he no longer needed focusing to perform any complex task. Anything that was within within his already established [Skills] required only to consume the necessary attribute (if there were any) to be performed successfully, unless they came with a probability of failure in which case focus increased his chances to be successful. As of that moment only the act of making [Never Circuits] in combat fell into that category.

In short, he had been thinking about sex ever since, with obvious effects on his anatomy.

How was he supposed to deal with something like this?

Unfortunately, Shirou had yet to be introduced to one of the most basic survival skills for any healthy young male: masturbation. Having skipped straight to third base, he had completely missed the progressive exploration of his own sexuality and he was therefore lost as to how to behave in regard.

He didn't dare look it up in a book somewhere, least he caused eyebrows to be raised and consequently drawing attention to his unorthodox lifestyle. He didn't even have any adult figure to ask for information and Taiga most certainly did not qualify as one. It didn't cross his mind to check the web for informations either. Shirou wasn't as bad with modern technology as other Magi were, but he never developed much interest in that specific branch of it either.

In short, he was stuck suffering with a near-permanent hard on. Fortunately his preference for slightly baggy clothes helped conceal his predicament and his mental fortitude helped him ignore the discomfort as well, but it was still a pain in the ass.

[br]

After trying to figure out the problem with Saeko, Shirou thought that going back to school would be a simple and straightforward endeavor. He was so very painful mistaken.

Everywhere he went, throngs of girls followed. Shirou harbored little illusion that it wasn't because of his high [CHR], but what was he supposed to do about it? As far as he knew, it was mandatory to have high charisma in order to unlock the most complex [Quests], since he suffered a penalty because of his young age. Charisma was willpower mixed with the outward projection of a positive self-image, which made him appear reliable and attractive.

How people decided to react to that was entirely up to them. In the case of girls his age, that meant stolen glances and relentless whispering. He was also fairly sure that the only reason why no one tried to make a move on him yet was that they would be ostracized by the rest of them.

Girls were scary, no doubt about that. Ultimately, it was something he could put up with, so he didn't bother doing anything about it.

Eventually, it came again the day for Shirou to go over at the dojo for his usual training. He still had to break through the Master level in the Busujima-style, after which he could just come over once a month during the full moon to fight undead and make experience faster than with repeatable [Quests]. Not that he had stopped doing those. Helping people was his life mission after all. Rewards weren't necessary.

He found her already waiting in her dojo, wearing her usual school uniform

"Hello, Shirou," she greeted with a smile. Her voice was warm and her face devoid of the tension he had come to associate with her as of late.

"Thank you for having me again, sensei."

Saeko snorted softly. "Still polite as ever, aren't you? Nevermind, I like that side of you."

"Uhm... thank you?" he fidgeted, blushing lightly and she chuckled in response.

"Honestly, Shirou, if you don't stop being this cute I'll have to skip training and eat you up right away."

"Err... what?"

"Hm?" she tilted her head to the side. "What? Did you perhaps think it was a one-time thing? Tch, tch, tch, Shirou. After you said that it was fine for me to be the way I am, I told you I would have you take responsibility for it. You better take good care of me from now on."

Shirou looked taken aback, but then his face morphed into one of utter resolve.

"Yeah. You can count on me."

Saeko sighed. "What did I just say about being too cute, Shirou?"

"Huuuh... I'm sorry?"

She shook her head.

"Honestly, it seems like words just won't cut it with you. Lesson number one, Shirou. With me, things such as apologies are useless. Now, it seems that you owe me a good fight and after we are done with that, I'll see to your proper punishment."

Shirou swallowed loudly, but nodded all the same. He wasn't quite sure what he dreaded more, the fight or the punishment. He knew, however, which one he was looking forward to the most.

[br]

After he was done with his training session (read: fending off against a Saeko no-hold-barred), they moved to her home, where she proceeded to take a bath first.

Shirou was torn between elation and disappointment when she didn't invite him to join her. The latter was further reinforced when she stepped out wearing with her white yukata which clung to her gorgeous wet body like a second skin. She seemed very smug about the way he ate her with his eyes, but only motioned for him to have a turn in the bath himself and moved right along.

Shirou bathed expecting her to come in at any minute, like the last time, but there was no trace of her.

A bit sour and a bit guilty over his misplaced expectations, he dried himself and left the bathroom.

"Sensei?" There was no answer. "... Saeko?" the tried.

"Over here, Shirou," her voice called from the end of the corridor. That where her room was. He made his way over there and knocked before letting himself in.

Still wearing the white yukata, Saeko was sitting seiza in the middle of the room, with a small book in her lap. She motioned for him to come closer and he did so by sitting in a similar fashion in front of her. This close flowery scent of her skin was highly intoxication.

"So…," he started.

"So, for your punishment, Shirou," she said closing the book with a soft thump, "I was thinking of making you give me a massage."

"... a massage?" he asked after a second, not sure of having heard right. Was something like a massage even a punishment? "I don't have any experience with that."

"It's okay. I'm sure you will learn fast."

"Well, if you are okay with that, sure," he agreed.

"Great!" she smiled and promptly unfastened the belt of her yukata, smoothly sliding it off her shoulders and thus baring her bountiful breasts in the process. She barely gave the flabbergasted boy a chance to look at them that she turned her body around to lay on her stomach with purposeful slowness so to give him a perfect view of her ass and legs, as well as the core of her womanhood.

Shirou was utterly dumbstruck but his young member had stood up at attention right away, twitching expectantly.

"Well?" she purred. "We don't have much time."

"A-alright," he managed to stutter. "Where do I start?"

"Hmm. Start with the shoulders and work your way down… slowly."

He nodded and took a seat at her side, kneading her shoulder with his small hands. The last time they had been naked together, Shirou hadn't had the chance to have a good look at her whole body, but now he had a perfect view of her entire rear.

Her back was slender as expected, with a hint of toned muscles underneath porcelain skin. It narrowed down as it approached her waist, only for it to broaden once again as her curves gave shape to her feminine hips and her glorious bottom.

The desire to touch her there was overwhelming and only through sheer mental fortitude he managed to keep up with the task. Of course, his dick was rock hard and twitched as if to express disapproval with his lack of appropriate action. He tried to kept it hidden but the tent in his lap was unmistakable.

As he rubbed her skin, Saeko hummed in approval and she continued doing so until Shirou stopped at her waist.

"What is it?" she asked.

"I've -uh- finished?"

"Hmm. I don't think so. Keep going further down."

"B-but…"

"Now, Shirou."

He gulped and nodded, moving his hands to knead the flesh of her toned ass. His finger squeezed the flesh of her buttocks, softly at first and then progressively harder as his desire grew.

Unseen by him as he was entirely focused on that part of her anatomy, Saeko bit her lip and suppressed a moan. Shirou was moving his hands in a circle, spreading her lower cheeks open and close, over and over again. She could feel herself getting wet between the legs but she wanted to torment him a bit further.

"How about you change position? Straddle my legs and keep going as you were."

"I'm not sure I can…"

"Shirou, Shirou, Shirou," she chided. "This is your punishment, remember? Do as you are told. Do remove your clothes as well. It's not fair that I'm the only one unclothed here."

He nodded and removed his yukata as well. His face was completely red as his erection was now completely exposed, but Saeko didn't comment. She just smiled and licked her lips.

Shirou sat on her thighs, straddling her legs and returning to his previous activity. His mouth was dry like the desert. From this angle he could see every inch of her most private places and they were absolutely lovely.

Her pussy was moist with arousal, although Shirou didn't know whether it was because of his massage, from ordering him around or both.

"Alright, that will be enough of that," she said after a moment. "Work your way up again."

A bit disappointed, Shirou dutifully obeyed, shifting his ministration upward. Eventually, as his body was shorter than hers, he had to move forward with his entire body. "Alright, focus on that spot," she said at one point. Again, Shirou obeyed and only a moment later he realized that the tip of his cock was now pushing against her butt.

"What is it? Why did you stop?"

"N-nothing," he stuttered as he resumed rubbing her shoulders. Now, every time he pushed his hands against her back his dick would also rub against the smooth skin of her ass creating a delicious friction.

Despite having a self-control that belied his age, it didn't take long before instinct prevailed and his hips gave a sharp thrust forward.

He and Saeko held back a moan, both pretending nothing had happened. The former out of shame and embarrassment, the latter because she wanted to lure him further. Shirou kept massaging her back, but now his dick was laying perfectly on the crack of her butt and every motion of his upper body caused him to rub his length against her smooth skin.

Eventually, almost without noticing, the movement of his hands slowed down and that of his hips picked up.

Saeko bit her lip, clutching the futon with her hands. She hadn't planned the entire event. She only decided to embarrass and dominate him a little, knowing that in spite of what had already transpired between them, he would not go an inch further that she allowed him. This was the power her beauty had on him. Enough to make him lose control to the point that he would use her ass to please himself.

She would have punished him for this transgression if she hadn't been so busy contemplating how he made her feel. Dirty and beautiful all at once. Indeed this was why she loved him, because he could let her relish in her own depravity without ever being anything less than splendid in his eyes.

Or perhaps she was simply mad for laying with a child-man as he was, but if that was how madness felt she could understand why some people were so happy to embrace it.

These contemplations were interrupted by Shirou's soft gasp. Both of them had failed to predict the obvious results of letting the situation run its course to its natural conclusion, but Shirou could see them clearly now, white on pink across his teacher's back, just as she could feel them, wet and searing hot against her skin.

She turned to look at him, eyes fluttering and cheeks red in drunken lust.

"I'm sorry Sensei. I didn't mean to-"

"Shirou," she said with voice that was both firm and sultry. "I see that you have a hunger for punishment, haven't you?"

"I... yes, Sensei."

There was no eagerness in his voice, no matter what anyone would say.

[br]

Shirou nearly missed the last bus home as they lost the track of time, busy as they were doling out and receiving punishment. Shirou felt a little bit ashamed of himself. He usually stood up for himself but when it came to Saeko, he was basically putty in her hands.

Through the course of their love-making, his [Sexual Interaction] skill had reached level 4, which made him last somewhat longer and led to Saeko taking more time to punish him to her heart's content, which caused him to nearly missing his ride back home.

Shirou was mildly sure that he wouldn't have survived spending the night at Saeko's place and not because of the restless ghosts that haunted the mountain.

Still, he thought that if he'd have to die one day, he wouldn't mind if it was because of something like that.

On the trip back to Fuyuki, he did his best not to indulge in thoughts of Saeko's luscious form, but it took an intense effort on his part.

Eventually, when the bus dropped him at the outskirt of the city, it was too late for any other ride to commute to the residential district where he lived, on the other side of town. He decided to walk, seeing as how he needed little to sleep with his Gamer Body.

The night over Fuyuki was cool and pleasant and as he made his way home, fewer people and cars could be seen passing by.

Eventually, he reached the riverside park and from there the stairs that climbed the bridge over the river.

The walkway was almost completely empty even during the day and it was a pretty desolate place all around. Hanging a dozen meters below the street level, the infrequent cars failed to cast any light over it. Only the waxing moon provided any amount of light and even with that Shirou almost didn't see the figure ahead of him.

That is, if he couldn't see the name floating above its form clear as a day.

[Yoruichi Shihōin]
[Lv. ?]

Someone whose level was much higher than his own had appeared. That alone wouldn't trouble Shirou overly much, if not for the fact that it wasn't a human, but rather a cat.

A black cat, to be more precise. It was lying on on the ground, blood dripping from a gash on its side.

Putting away any reservation about this creature disproportionate power, Shrou stepped forward and kneeled by its side.

"What happened to you?" he murmured. He wasn't a forensic expert by any stretch of the imagination, but the wound was clearly a cut, done by a blade of some kind.

A wounded animal wouldn't be so nonchalant about being approached no matter how used to humans they were. If that wasn't enough, Shirou knew that this creature was something close to a human level of intelligence when their eyes met.

It had a calm, inquisitive gaze. It was screening him as if to judge his worth, while Shirou took out a spare shirt from his backpack and ripped it to create a makeshift bandage.

"I'm going to stop the bleeding," he explained. "Please bear with the pain."

The cat kept staring at him without fussing, while Shirou delicately wrapped the newly made bandages around its body. He had only about finished when he heard a muffled thump behind him.

A huge man stood some dozen meters away, face hidden under a hood, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere. His arms were exposed though, and they were each about the size of Shirou's torso.

[Wei Kang]
[Lv. 30]

Somehow, Shirou knew, this guy was trouble. He got further confirmation when he heard more thumps and looked the other way. From the bridge above, several figures jumped onto the walkway, landing gracefully, whereas an ordinary human would have broken several bones, if they were lucky.

Each and every one of them was at least level 20, all bearing the Wei family name.

So, here he was, on a narrow walkway suspended several dozen meter above a river, in the dead of night, with some wounded super-powered cat in his arms and surrounded by shady figures.

"Yoruichi Shihōin," the first man, Kang, said with obvious glee in his voice. "It is my fortune that I was the one to find you in this conditions. Bringing back your head will make me a very rich man."

"Brother, what about the kid?" another one asked. Shirou felt Kang's eyes shift from the cat in his arms to his face.

"Collateral damage," he said shortly. "Now bring her to me."

Shirou didn't like getting into a fight without knowing the circumstances, but since that guy said that a random kid on the street was just collateral damage without even being contrived about it, Shirou at least knew who the bad guy were.

He reached that conclusion in a split second, just as two of the Wei people dashed at him.

"Apologies," he said to the cat. "It's gonna get a bit bumpy."

He kicked the ground, where he had dropped his bokuto, next to his backpack. The wooden sword came flying up and he caught it in mid air. There was a brief flicker of surprise in the eyes of his assailant, but they did not slow down. That was a mistake.

Before they were on him, Shirou moved. He threw himself in the direction of one of them so that he could face them one at a time. His opponent wasn't expecting that kind of reaction, or that kind of speed, and he was caught entirely off-guard.

Shirou's bokuto came up from below in a sharp arc. Wood met chin with a loud crack and the man's head snapped backward.

[CRITICAL HIT]
[Wei Enforcer 1 (low tier) defeated - EXP gained: 500]

He did not have time to contemplate his victory or the EXP gain. Instead he jumped on the railing, narrowly avoiding a downward punch from the other Wei Enforcer while he counteracted in the same fashion and hit the man right on the head.

[CRITICAL HIT]
[Wei Enforcer 2 (low tier) defeated - EXP gained: 500]

Dumbfounded silence descended over the bridge. Even Shirou was at loss for words. His opponents were all at his nominal level, at the very least, but they went down way too easily.

'I see. This is because I trained my physical STATS and sword skills separately from my actual level.'

Indeed, most of Shirou's STATS were higher than normal for someone at level 20. He had relentlessly trained his body while his EXP stagnated for a long time. Moreover, he was using a sword, a weapon for which he had a great talent, while they came at him barehanded. Furthermore, he had learned the Busujima-style, which emphasized facing several opponents at the same time, even though he was using only one hand as the other still cradled the wounded cat.

"Careful, he's no ordinary kid," that Kang fellow bellowed.

"Yeah," Shirou agreed. "So what about you go back where you came from before more of you get hurt?"

"Kill him," he growled in response and the remaining Wei Enforcers jumped him.

"Worth a shot," Shirou grimaced. "No choice but doing this then."

He didn't have the upper hand. Not really. Unlike the vengeful spirits on top of the mountain, these people had coordination as a team. They were used to working as a group and they would no longer underestimate him, leaving themselves open for a counter.

Still, he wasn't just a swordsman.

"Trace On," he declared and pain surged through his body in response. "Reinforcement!"

[Nerve Circuit creation: Success]
[Reinforcement: failure. HP: -200]

He gritted his teeth, and persevered.

[Reinforcement: failure. HP: -200]

[Reinforcement: Success!]
[STR x 1.5 , DEX x 1.5]

And then, he moved. Following the already ingrained precepts of the Busujima-style, Shirou blurred into motion. Rather than counteracting, he opted to land one-kill shots before they could actually get on the offensive.

[CRITICAL HIT]
[Wei Enforcer 3 (low tier) defeated - EXP gained: 500]

[CRITICAL HIT]
[Wei Enforcer 4 (low tier) defeated - EXP gained: 500]

[CRITICAL HIT]
[Wei Enforcer 5 (low tier) defeated - EXP gained: 500]

[CRITICAL HIT]
[Wei Enforcer 6 (low tier) defeated - EXP gained: 500]

'So many critical hits… is this the bonus from the [Hero Complex] title? It has to be.'

In a flash, they were all lying on the floor, unconscious. Shirou had purposefully avoided hitting vital points. Still, they would probably be sore when they woke up.

All that was left now was…

Shirou's eyes widened. He felt the tremor on the floor just in time to rotate himself and put his bokuto between his body and the huge fist that was coming at him.

Even though he technically parried it, the difference in sheer mass sent Shirou flying backward several meters, where he skidded to a halt with his sword broken.

"Well, crap," he muttered, looking at his broken weapon. 'I should have reinforced the bokuto as well.'

"Now, you die," Kang promised with a vicious smile.

Shirou threw away the hilt of the bokuto as he wracked his brain for a solution. He didn't have any escape-related skill. He could jump into the river beneath but he didn't know his odds of survival against the currents.

'I need a weapon,' he thought as he looked around the bridge for anything that he could use in guise of a sword, but there wasn't anything at all and Kang was approaching fast.

Well, no choice but to risk it. "See ya," he saluted as he jumped over the railing.

"Wait! You little shiiiit!"

Kang's shout was drowned out as Shirou plunged toward the Fuyuki river. His reinforced body hit the water hard and disappeared under the surface.

Up above, Kang scanned the river but didn't seem them emerge. He let out an enraged shout in the empty night. Dead or alive, his prize had gotten away.

[br]

"Bwah!" Shirou gasped as he broke out of the water on the river bank. The current had been stronger than he had anticipated and the water was freezing cold, even though it was already springtime. Thank goodness his Gamer Body was tough and he wasn't really affected.

More importantly, he had learned the new skill [Swimming] simply by putting himself in the conditions for it to be necessary and leveled it through sheer stubbornness up to level 6 just by refusing to drown.

In any case, it had been a very close call but he still thought his odds had been better than facing that Kang fellow on the bridge without a weapon. He might have been able to cross the level gap because of his stacked bonuses and STATS, but not without a sword.

Furthermore, Shirou himself wasn't one to fight for the sake of fighting. Between two equally dangerous choices, he'd pick the one where less people would be hurt. That was just the way he was.

Sighing at the way the night had turned, Shirou looked at the shivering form in his arms. The cat, Yoruichi, was now completely unconscious. He needed to run home and put it somewhere warm. Then, maybe, he'd try to figure out what this whole mess was all about.

It took him nearly half an hour running at full speed to reach the gate of his home. There, he immediately grabbed a towel and gently wrapped the cat in it. Once the creature was settled he disrobed and dried his own drenched body.

Well, he hadn't managed to get a bath after his… intercourse with Saeko so he made up for that. Still, an unexpected dip in the river mid-spring wasn't exactly high on his to-do list.

After he was properly dry, he slipped inside a set of pajama and went to check on the cat. It was sleeping peacefully, breathing regularly. Shirou decided to redress the wound with proper bandages but when he removed the old ones, he found that it had already closed.

"Definitely not an ordinary cat," he decided. He delicately put it on a cushion and retired to his bedroom, where he deposited it on his futon before he slipped under the cover himself.

Before he fell asleep, he recalled having left his backpack on the bridge. Fortunately, there wasn't anything in there that could be used to identify him and track his living place, so they should be safe.

Feeling more at ease, he promptly fell asleep. A few minutes later, the sleeping cat's wound was completely healed and with that, its body started undergoing a dramatic, although silent, transformation.

Come dawn, Emiya Shirou would wake up to a very unexpected bedfellow.

AN: I'm baaaaack! Yeah, it's been a few difficult months for me. No, I won't get into details as we both know you don't care. As usual, read and review. I'm going to be updating my other fic "The Fall" very soon as well.

Stay tuned for more.