CHAPTER 56

I do not own skip beat! Yoshiki Nakamura does.

The Christmas ball

Cozying around -part 3-

Enjoy. Will that be the last cozying part? I wonder?

There were several things going through her brain as the delicate hue burgeoned on her face despite her best instincts to hide it and keep a void face. But upon the sight of those wide-spread arms and open smile; her members failed her. Her knees gave away to settle with a soft thud on the cushion between the huge legs of Ren, her face merely a few inches away from his.

She still couldn't believe he had just dropped that in front of everyone.

"Come here"

…seriously…

She glanced at Lory avoiding by that manoeuvre the intense gaze of the man in front of her and didn't like once a bit the sickening drooling-of-happiness smile he sported.

Lory eyed her pointedly, clearly stating his demand and Kyoko turned back to Ren, forced to cave.

She coughed, trying to clear her throat before whispering under the gaze of countless guests eyeing her in her back.

"How can I bother you the less?"

He seemed to relax even more and smiled.

"Didn't I just say you weren't?"

She rubbed her neck sheepishly.

"I meant, in which position?"

His eyes darkened for a second and he tensed but Kyoko kept her gaze on him, confused until he arched a brow pointedly. She replied in kind and they kept at it for some time until her jaw dropped in realization of how it could be interpreted.

This time, she did, turned crimson and crossed her arms ignoring his teasing all together and arching, once more in inquire, her eyebrow.

He chuckled.

"Turned around", he finally replied, brushing her shoulders to make her shift and eliciting a discreet shudder in her.

She twisted around obediently, feeling very self-conscious of her every move and trying her best to not brush him in any way. Of course, her best efforts were useless. Once, because the position just didn't allow that and second, her partner of infortune seemed to be less than reluctant, compared to her, in accomplishing their punishment and was swift to push her back against his broad torso once turned around, making her half-strangled herself. He then nonchalantly circled his arms around her middle, letting rest his forearms on the high of her thighs.

She shifted to the most immobile human flesh's figure, barely breathing at all as she felt him moved his head toward the president.

"Would that suit you, dear president?" he asked, intonations sugar sweet between gritted teeth with the all-too-familiar lying smile she used to know.

The president nodded, mostly reduced to goo so much he enjoying himself with the view and eagerly asked a change of music would be made as embarrassed laughs and whispers could be heard in every corner of the room.

Feeling the anger that sipped from around her, Kyoko couldn't help to wriggle, trying to find a place to put her hands on. But in her attempts in doing so she inadvertently placed her hand on a very private area of him, driving him into an incredible fist of coughs. She didn't know if those were due to his embarrass or a mere tentative to distract any viewer to guess what just occurred but she felt mortified.

Sheer shame transfixed her face and she apologized with profusion, very much trying to not think about it.

"Sorry, sorry", she whispered, "I should have paid more attention, I felt you were angry and couldn't help to move, sorry. You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She babbled in concern.

He hid his expression in the shadows of his hair for one lonely second before a subdued constricted smile appeared. He shook his head and was about to say something when a new song, a little louder begun.

He made sign with his hand for her to regain the position of before but remained tense and she was not so sure he was alright.

She sat in the gap residing inside his crossed legs she was settled in a minute ago and draped her crossed calves on his own right one, guessing it was the best she could push to without getting him uncomfortable and without touching him too much.

He brought back his arms around her, not touching her much, giving her space and rested his forearms where they were before she manhandled his masculinity. She blushed again at the thought and cursed Lory one more time as the tender warm of his arms blazed through her pullover making a tingle rippled from her arms to her belly and nipples.

Indeed, she hated the president at this instant.

Kijima and Kai soon came to seat themselves near Ren and Kyoko resisted the urge to wriggle again as they both started to chat with them, feeling too aware of Ren in her back.

The Christmas tales began and Kyoko tried to pay attention, she loved tales, especially the magical ones, but she was too conscious of her situation and her mind started to wander at the middle of the first story, which was apparently already pretty long.

She vaguely acknowledged people still whispering time to time about them, they were all closer to each other than before now so she could hear some of them mumble sometimes. And she had paid a keen attention to it at first, on edge and waiting for the first derogatory remark.

But to her surprise, it could have been worse. Yes, some women were jealous and saying things around the lines of her not suiting him, not that she didn't know already; but most people seemed to have accepted the situation as part of the evening. It seemed the game of the night was playing as a protection of seeing it as anything else.

An internal sigh of relief went through her.

She didn't know how Ren was feeling about the situation but she was quite sure it couldn't be glorious seeing as his fingers compulsively closed and opened every few seconds.

He was clearly on edge and awkward with the situation.

Kijima pulled her out of those displeasing thoughts when he turned his attention on her.

"So, are you comfortable, Kyoko-chan?" he cheekily questioned, closing in a bit with a big goofy grin.

"I'm fine" she replied as neutral as possible.

Kijima smirked.

"Oh? Really? He said, "I could have sworn you loved tales of all kind though and you don't seem to pay much attention", he noted, rubbing his chin, and added with a smile, "You both look rather tense, why don't you relax a bit?"

And he brought his face to Kyoko's one level and whispered with a secret smirk something she weirdly thought was address to both of them:

"A little touch won't kill you"

She retreated her body on instinct and found herself pressed against the broad chest that had stayed an hair away from her all the time since she settled back. She attempted to move back but strong arms closed upon her, his biceps glued to her sides, forearms and sexy hands circling her waist possessively in a refined mild restrain rather than laying on her thighs as before. The weight was faint and comfortable but she felt like it was so heavily burning though at the same much too light of a touch.

Then his scent engulfed her and she stopped breathing altogether.

"Screw off, Kijima" she heard the rumble of Ren's words echoed as he glared at Kijima and she stayed frozen, trying to not rub her nose in his chest to get more of his delicious forest scent. She took a shaky breath before clamping her breathing off again but once secluded in that embrace she quickly felt it was difficult to stay as strained and tense despite the awkwardness she was feeling. And she wasn't long to discover his odour had started to appease her as soon as it seeped through her nostrils making her relax through and through at the contact of the comforting feeling and scent.

Kijima just smirked and Ren sent him away to fetch some drinks so he would let them in peace it appears. She stayed a bit tense though and knowing they still have some time before the end of the night, Ren tried to distract her and get her back on the tales. She did but didn't relax completely.

He did his best to think about disgusting things and only that. She was just too close for his body to stay indifferent and when he failed to suppress some thoughts-like how pleasant her body felt against him, How much he wanted to run his hands on her curves and in her hair, how wonderful her butt was, how- he shifted until he found a position where she wouldn't risk brushing the very obvious display of affection and desire he was feeling.

He should have been glad she had hurt him a bit earlier because it was preventing him to react too much at the moment. But he couldn't help his thoughts more than he could with some primary reactions. His hands were shaking from restraining his compulsions repeatedly. The warm of her scent was making him want to doze off but the softness and firmness of her body were driving him nuts. He didn't know what he desired more, fall asleep or ravage her were both options that he was sure to exist. But there was also the wish to stay as he was forever, embracing her until he would die.

His bothersome friend eventually came back though and presented them with two cups of punch. Ren saw Kyoko hesitated a bit though he didn't know why before taking the cup and sniffing it before gulping it in one swift motion with a slight grimace.

"You okay?" he asked before following her example because he really needed it and she nodded though she didn't seem to be.

She relaxed some more after that and Ren instinctively made himself as comfortable as he could so that she wouldn't hurt herself on some of his hard members. He was now a cushion. He needed to think of his body as the most perfect pillow. He repeated this as a mantra, brainwashing his mind to think he was a comfy object.

But not able to loosen up himself completely, he eventually inquired if Kai, Kijima had went in search of another woman, could bring him another drink. And another.

He stopped after the third one, feeling he was a little more slacked, it wasn't punch anymore after all but if he wanted to have sobered up to go home, it was better to stop.

People came between tales to talk to them, as both him and Kyoko weren't allowed to stand or move, and joked about their predicament. Each time Kyoko answered in stride, appearing unstressed and casual about it and to his displeasure, regularly repeating it was all a game.

Bur what could he say?

No, it's not a game, it feels real to me…

Of course he couldn't.

The same way he couldn't say this situation didn't bother him the least and that if it wasn't for the other guests and his unruly urges, he would gladly stay like that forever.

More tales were told and her friend, Kotonami-san, made her way to them after the end of another, engaging Kyoko in an animated discussion with the latter appeared highly amused with something. The reason behind it soon caught up to him and he listened with interest to this new information, his ears in joy each time her voice sang out just near him or through his chest cavity.

Then he lost the battle he had been fighting and was lulled to slumber by her enchanting voice.

Kyoko was listening with a big goofy smile Kanae talked about her issues with Hiou and what just happened thanked to the curse wheel, all too amused the state of her friend and also far more sober than moments before, such a passionate chat directed at her having done wonders. She could feel Ren's presence on her back but didn't want to turn around and since he seemed pretty okay with merely listening, she didn't see the need to brought back the awkwardness of the situation to the front board.

Still, despite her friends concerns, she was sure it was fixable if her friend could turn into panic mode for him. She also felt pretty touched that after all this time, her friend still decided to confide in her and with Ren close by and most likely listening to them as he didn't really a choice in that matter being directly taped to her.

She was thinking about what to tell Kanae when she realized suddenly that her friend had stopped talking and then she heard a subdued throttle on her side and glanced as a bend-over Kai, holding his sides and shaking in silent.

"No way…"Burped out a slightly tipsy Kijima seated at the other side of the room, surrounded by women and Kyoko- taking note of the whisper those two little escaped words had been but still heard by her- was brought to a new grasping stupor when the full silence of the room dawned on her.

The second thing that came to her attention was that everyone was looking at her.

She eyed her friend, frank question in the eye and Kanae pointed back with her chin at her it appeared.

What's the matter?

Her friend sighed.

"Just look to the side" and she edged at her left side.

That the exact moment Kyoko chose to realize the weight she felt on her shoulder and she turned her head an inch discovering a handsome and peaceful face dropped on it. Face owned by a significantly and mighty asleep Ren.

He wasn't making a sound and his respiration though profound was soundless. If it hadn't been for the weight new noticed weight on her shoulder and slightly on her back, she wouldn't have been able to notice it.

But regardless of the fond surprise and utter adorableness she felt threatened to be overwhelmed with, as everyone else one thing supplanted the others. That is, the debilitating shock of the vision of such serene defenceless Ren Tsuruga.

That was not something she had ever had the chance to ever see in the past before. She was sure of it. She had already seen him relaxed in the past but this was otherworldly.

He was so tranquil. It must have been the only reason she didn't perceived his presence weighing on her back right away.

It was also the source of the gaping mouths all around the room.

Because, truly, who could claim they had ever see Tsuruga Ren so serene or even asleep? No one.

Well, she had seen him sleeping but certainly not like that.

It was one of the rarer unknown sights of him.

Though she didn't really understand how he had been able to relax so much with such a crowd all around them. She knew he could be obsessed with having control of things. Being so carefree among strangers wasn't something he would usually be fond of, unless he had more changed than she thought.

She knew he had a few drinks but again. Sleeping wasn't a low level of exposure and helplessness. She was absolutely sure he would rather avoid finding himself in that sort of uncontrolled display under the eyes of hundreds of person in a very usually private setting if he could help it.

Or was he that tired?

She stared at his face with concern. Maybe it was out of exhaustion? She was weary herself after her fast travel back here and it was most likely around 5 am by now. Some ring could be seen around his eyes but it wasn't that bad compared to what she knew it could be on a person.

His presence was soothing though and she didn't think she would hold on against tiredness herself much longer. There were other reasons why she needed to extricate quickly of this situation though.

One was obviously her poor fluttering heart to which such cuteness had been a huge strike against her indolence and fake indifference.

"I can't believe he would just fall asleep like that" said Kai with amazement watching him on close-up position and clearly looking bewildered at the view of his friend sleeping.

"He's never loosening up that much, especially in public!" he said for the nth time again.

Her own friend just shook her head and said to Kai to take a picture for posterity. Kyoko frowned at their antics but she trusted them enough to not bother.

A more pressing issue required her concentration as the attention it was gathering wasn't small play. They all wanted to see Ren Tsuruga sleeping from closer look.

She knew it was the game set up by Lory but she saw some people taking pictures of him while giggling and lot of guests gathering around them to whisper and gush over Ren sleeping view.

Kyoko began to feel sick. She knew he was cute but he wasn't in a state to defend himself and they were all observing him like he was an animal in a zoo or some piece of meat to share as some women even fought to come closer to peer at him.

She glared at those ones and tried to move around a little to hid his sight from some creeping guests.

It didn't work and when Ren just curled up even more and sighed blissfully, looking even cuter, it provoked the expected reaction.

"Awwwww-..." did the near totality of guests, softened expressions all around, and Kyoko huffed a puff of air. If he was getting any cuter, she wouldn't be able to do anything even when he would have woken up. She really didn't like this, they were all getting pictures of him sleeping cutely.

The relaxing feeling she was getting from being gummed to him was also getting to her and she yawning more and more.

There was no questioning it. She glanced at the president, warning him to just think about protesting but the infuriating man was taping the all scene and just nodded distantly with a wave of the hand, clearly not the least preoccupied by the potential ruining this could do to his most famous charge reputation.

Fine.

Screw the game. No way in hell would she let him get abused like that.

"If any of you think about damaging his reputation and posting any compromising pictures on social medias", she harshly threatened and cranked her head toward the president pointedly showing to every guest when he nodded severely.

The guests all agreed reverently and she thought, the risk of pursuits from LME would be prevent any more risky move. But then someone on the side with a characteristic camera around his neck spoke.

"If you would excuse me, president. But, you can easily guess why I can't allow that", pointed out the journalist. "It's my job"

Lory appeared to ponder at this, vaguely irritated, before smoothly replying with a proposition.

"If you can assure me we only see my male charge and not Mogami-kun, I might allow it. It's a game and I wouldn't want to create uproar and rumours on something only based on these settlements"

"I can't do that", answered the journalist with a shake of his head, "It's too juicy, my boss will murder me if I let it pass, president. I need to least show Tsuruga-san is resting on a womanly figure" he lowly added so to not wake the reason of all those heated whispers.

"But I could ensure we would only see her shoulder or a part of her body but never the charming face of Mogami-san", counter-proposed the man with a sweet smile directed at Kyoko who gratefully smiled back, making the man blush. "And I'll be sure to not forget it was only for the president's game's sake" he assured with an odd renewed determination.

Kyoko thanked him and shifted back to the president.

"Would it preserve his reputation?" she questioned but it was too low for the president to hear and guests relayed her message. Discussing through silent glance was one thing but raising her voice just beside him would wake him up and notwithstanding the awkwardness she felt and the worries she had about all the guests watching him like he looked so tired she still felt reluctant about disturbing him.

Once her question reached the president, he nodded once and she relaxed a bit even through the flashes from the camera that followed for a minute. The man promised again and Ruto led him away to sign some disclosure documents.

She turned to watch all the guests gathering around them and murmured to them.

"I hope you will all be able to be sensitive about this", she demanded them sternly and wishing it will suffice, "I'm sure you can all see he is exhausted and most of you and if everyone know he isn't the type to let go like that; it would be especially unfair if he was punished for his exhaustion. On Christmas day" She stretched.

"I know some of you might be especially displeased by this", she added slowly as she glanced at some of the women she heard mumbles rude comments about her earlier, "But you can just imagine myself as a fortunate pillow and as something that would never have happened if the opportunity of the game didn't gave it and if he wasn't especially tired".

She kept her stare on the women.

"This", She waved with the tips of her fingers, "means nothing" she insisted for them. "It's an accident due to sheer exhaustion and us being friends and that's all"

She caged their gazes in hers until she was sure they had accepted her words and the women shook their heads up and down, looking slightly more appeased and understanding.

She breathed a sigh. For this would do. It should protect from the worse happening.

The tales resumed and the photographer closed in once he packed back his camera.

"I'm afraid it won't prevent rumours", he commented with the tone of a person knowing too well how things work and slightly bitter about it.

"You're right", admitted Kai that had stayed as a guardian near them after everyone settled back on their cushion, "But rumours and direct report of witnesses are two different things. And they at least won't dare to give Mogami-kun's name away with this"

Kyoko agreed.

Some people might drop in dribs and drabs they knew who had been the pillow of Tsuruga Ren at the ball or that it was someone he knew but after the untold threat of the president and her warning; they won't dare more.

And as long as there was no name, it would easily become a legend, some mystical thing that was supposed to had happened on the Christmas ball of the president making it all very difficult to believe even with pictures of Ren sleeping.

Soon they would believe those pictures are stolen from another situation or fabricated.

At least, she was fervently praying for it.

They continued to listen to tales for a small hour but guests were tired and getting sleepy or dispersed through and through. Kyoko, for her part, was losing the fight against drowsiness. She so tired and it was just too good. She felt such a comfort and joy from being in his arms. His scent was engulfing her and clinging to her after all this time; she had not a chance to escape it. His warm spread in spades around her and in her, filling her with a sense of belonging like never. She would have given everything to stay in this tight solid embrace even if she was to drown herself in it.

She wanted to draw back her knees against her, turn to the side or to the back and bring her hands against his boiling chest then pressed her head to it and forget about the outside world. She had no stronger desire at the moment. The urge to curl up within the soft cage of his hold like a cat or a small child was just that overwhelming.

But this crushing sensation also came with the guilt it shouldn't have happened and her debilitating misery of what couldn't be. Each time she inspired and smelled his reassuring scent and felt his presence she wanted less and less to leave but to every inspiration the reality of the illusion she was living at the moment was also making itself more present, more blazingly glaring; clamouring the ordinary truth. The impossibility of her own fairy-tale.

She ended up violently withholding crippling bulky water from crashing down her face and was almost happy when the night came to an end and she was forced to start the process of waking him up. Guests greeted her goodbye as they began to leave, too wore down to actually care about anything but heading home. Even the women who had been jealous didn't even cast them a glance.

Swallowing her emotion, she clamped on her will and inspired a good gulp of air before managing to compose herself.

She delicately shifted and a yawn escaped her. She was completely drained.

She brushed his shoulder and shook him a bit, trying to a reaction but he appeared just all too content and not the least moving. He wasn't bulging at all. He was apparently out cold.

You're really too cute for your own good…

She sighed and yawned again.

She brushed some bangs away from his forehead and rocked him again, softly calling him this time.

"Ren, come on, Ren, Kuon, do you hear me?", she called. "Come on, the party is finished, it's time. Ren, Ren, come on Ren", she whispered louder this time.

After some more prompting, he eventually hummed at her and breached out full-of-slumber eyes at her, his eyelids difficulty opened and perfectly comfortable and ready to return to blissful reverie any time soon if his closing eyes were any indication.

"Oh no, you don't", she told, "The party ended, it's time to go home, wake up, Ren"

"Not now…" he mumbled, definitively trying to go back to sleep.

"Yes now", she insisted, "do I look like a pillow?" she grumbled before crossing her arms.

He snorted and slightly nodded before unlocking his drowsy eyes to look at her again.

"At some times at least" he added from the tip of those sexy lips stretching into a smile as he was obviously thinking about something.

Now she was really curious of what she looked like to him at other times.

He closed his lips again.

"Rennn…"

He mumbled and smiled but when his eyes found her gaze again he finally looked a bit awake.

"Christmas ball? Party finished? Going home?", she enumerated, "Does any of that finally ring a bell?"

His eyes suddenly popped out and he groaned and dropped his head back on her shoulder.

"Damn…"

"Finally!"

"I fell asleep during the storytelling, right?" he said more as a confirmation than as a true question.

"Yes, you did" Kyoko confirmed, chuckling and yawning.

"How bad is the damage?" he mumbled.

"I think you are safe" she replied.

He lifted his head with inquiring eyes.

She gave him a reassuring smile.

"We will see your sleeping face in the papers of tomorrow morning that is for sure", she started, "but no one will see my face neither the name of who it was" she explained. "So beside the embarrassment of it all, your reputation won't suffer from it according the president"

"And to whom do I own this miraculous salvation?" Ren questioned with smile.

She wriggled and stretched a cautious smile, hoping their decision would suit him.

"I kind of threatened the guests", she began, "And Lory bargained and threatened the journalist that was present"

A low chuckle escaped him.

"I see. Thank you" he said before stretching with a yawn. He would have like to thank her more warmly but he was just too out of it to really realized things at this point.

"Any time" She replied in a hurry they would drop the subject and his attention on her.

He smiled at her adorableness.

She yawned again provoking one in Ren and weakly smiled before carefully standing from between Ren's legs, helping herself on his shoulder and reaching out her hand at him.

"Let's go home" spoke Kyoko out.

His eyes twinkled at her as she said that but he didn't share what her words inspired in him.

He took her hand and she lifted him up before heading to their stuff quickly, feeling embarrassed all of sudden.

They retrieved their things and bid goodbye to the president before slowly directing themselves to the parking lot. Kyoko felt especially tired and kept yawning. Thus, though troubled, she accepted that he would give her a lift.

But upon reaching Ren's car, she saw how much he was fighting the drowsiness and was shaking his head to eliminate the sluggishness out of him. Then he yawned and rubbed head and eyes again, undeniably trying to shake himself but failing.

That was it.

"We should take a cab", she proposed, "We are both in no state to drive, it's 6 am. I think it's safer that way"

He nodded without opposing any resistance and if anything was proof of her right choice, this was it.

She took charge of calling Ruto-san to ask if he could take care of Ren's car while Ren called a cab for them and they were lucky because it was apparently the one of the last one before the afternoon.

They had nearly fallen asleep in the car when the cab arrived and Ren took their stuff before she could prevent him and put everything in the cab before giving an address.

Taming back her now messed up hair, she forced her groggy form to move and followed after him with moult yawns and settled in the back seat with him.

She was dozing on soft cushion, probably Ren's shoulder, at this point, she couldn't care anymore when the cab stopped.

But it's only when Ren begun to apologize that she realized something was apparently not okay.

Barely catching to put a hand in front her mouth in time, she yawned again and tried to make sense to what he was saying.

"Can you repeat that, please?" she mumbled.

His eyes softened and he obliged.

"I said, "I'm sorry, I instinctively gave my address to the driver", explained Ren, "and this stubborn man refuse to do another travel no matter how much I tried to bride him" he grumbled at the end.

"I see".

That's all she figured to say because her drowsy mind was having an hard time catching up.

"So?"

He chuckled, seeming barely more awaked than her but her brain finally came to the realization of what he was talking about.

"I'm sorry" she apologized.

Ren shook his head.

"I can't seem to figure out why you are apologizing, I'm the one you did a mistake"

She shook herself a bit and tried to explain why she felt like she was bothering him so much but gave up, too tired.

She was wondering how to break open one of the cars of the parking lot of Ren to sleep in until cabs stations would open again and drowsing off when he spoke again.

"So, since it appeared I rob you of the possibility to go back to your home", he stated, looking particularly ashamed of this if she relied on his tone, "Would that suit you to stay over?"

She blinked at him and sleepily nodded.

He vaguely smiled, payed for their travel and took their stuff despite her weak protestations before exiting the cab.

Drugged with tiredness, they made their way to his flat in some sort of lethargic torpor and once inside Ren quickly dropped his stuff in room and placed her things and presents in the guest room and came back with a bundle of clothes in his hand barely a minute later. He had apparently had time to change to put on pyjamas in those 60 seconds though maybe it was more and her dozing against the wall had something to do with her perception of things.

He yawned again and he presented her with the bundle.

"It's old large clothes", he explained, "it should be comfy enough for sleep. There are also a toothbrush and toothpaste and there should still be the minimum toiletries in the guest bathroom" he added.

She nodded.

"Thanks"

He gave her an one-arm hug over the shoulder to which she answered groggily and check on her one last time.

"'Night"

"'Night" She replied and after vague waves of the hands, they both went straight to their bedrooms.

Kyoko slipped on the clothes without sparing them a glance and after a quick brush, dropped dead on the bed feeling safe and content, comforted by the feeble scent emitted by the clothes. She had a last thought for Snow, glad she had fed her enough for it to last through the day and decided that the president parties were definitively too damn exhausting for her taste.

PS: Hello everyone. It's been, again, a while. What can I say? I was very busy with my mum's birthday and with other stuff and now we might have covid. I'm crossing my fingers it's not the case but there are high risks.

Anyway, I hope you will like this chapter. It's a funny but also an emotional one.

And I'm kind of glad I finally finished the ball part. It was such a big part to write. I hadn't even planned to make it last that long, haha.

I hope everyone is well and kicking where you are all living and that no one is sick of covid or any illness though I know it's an utopic thought, but still.

As before, I won't make promise because I prefer to give a good surprise than promising to update then not being able to. But I can promise to try to my best.

You should soon have a little surprise anyway. In a few weeks. And in the main time, I will try to make some updates.

I hope I bring you some joy with these chapters in those hard times. It would my best reward.

Kisses to everyone.

Now…How will I all torture you? What will happen in the next chapters? You can throw guesses. It would be fun to read.

See you soon, I hope.

Read and reviews. It's my food.

AUTHOR OUT.

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