A/N Please forgive any mistakes.
Chapter 26
Menoly's silver eyes, wide with a dawning horror, darted between her siblings' expressions. Their faces, usually masks of regal composure, were now etched with a chilling blend of fear and grim resignation. They offered no reassuring words, only the stark, unyielding truth reflected in their eyes. She knew their cold, pragmatic calculus, the way they weighed lives like coins, and she refused to accept it.
"Menoly, we have to leave her," Luppi's voice, a low, guttural rasp that betrayed his inner unease, echoed through the fetid alley. The shadows seemed to writhe in agreement, as if even they sensed the impending doom.
Menoly tightened her grip on Rukia, whose form remained limp and unresponsive, her face an alabaster mask in the dim, flickering light of the Underworld. "No, we can't. We owe—"
"We owe Senna, not her," Loly finished, her voice sharp and brittle, like the shattering of ice against stone.
"We can't just…" Menoly began, her voice trembling with a desperate plea, but Loly cut her off with a chilling finality.
"Menoly, use your common sense! You've always indulged in these…emotions, a weakness we foolishly hoped you'd outgrow. We will die if we stay and fight. Leave her now." Loly's words were devoid of warmth, a cold, hard fact laid bare.
Menoly's breath hitched, a knot of defiance and despair tightening in her chest. She cradled Rukia closer, her silver eyes blazing with a fierce protectiveness. "I'll meet up with you, but I'm not leaving her."
Luppi's growl was low and dangerous, a promise of retribution. "Then you're a fool."
Menoly shrugged, a defiant flicker of her old mischievous grin twisting her lips. "I'll see you home. Hopefully."
She turned away, the echoing shouts of her siblings fading into the oppressive hum of the Underworld. She sprinted into the labyrinthine alleys, her movements fluid and swift, dodging the gnarled, pulsating trees and the shadowy figures that lurked in the corners. She found a narrow, fetid alleyway, a dark crevice between two buildings that seemed to breathe with a life of their own. The air here was thick with the stench of decay and something acrid, like burnt metal, a suffocating miasma that clung to her skin. It was a repulsive sanctuary, but it was vacant.
She gently lowered Rukia to the ground, her gaze sweeping the alleyway, ensuring their temporary haven was secure. She still wore her Night Siren disguise, a thin veil of protection in this hostile realm, but she knew it wouldn't last. Concealing Rukia's presence and her own was a draining endeavor, and the transformation would soon unravel, revealing her true identity.
Menoly knelt beside Rukia, her fingers tracing the pale, still features. Rukia remained in her trance, her skin cool to the touch, but the telltale signs of her Icewoman magic were dormant, a small mercy in this chaotic environment. Menoly took a deep breath, steeling herself to move again, when she felt it—two distinct ice presences, radiating from the direction she had just fled. A faint smile touched her lips. Loly and Luppi, despite their protests, had donned Icewoman disguises, drawing the Underworld's attention away from her and Rukia.
Even among mischievous spirits, there were threads of loyalty, of a twisted, grudging affection. Menoly, the youngest, the runt of the family, had always been the anomaly, her heart beating with a stubborn warmth that her siblings, and their entire family, deemed a weakness. Loly and Luppi, though steeped in darkness, held a strange, protective fondness for her.
Just as she prepared to move, a guttural bellow echoed down the alleyway. A hulking shadow filled the entrance. A Minotaur, its massive form rippling with muscle, its fur matted and stained with dark, viscous fluids, stood before her. Its eyes, burning with a malevolent red glow, fixed on her with predatory intensity. Its horns, thick and gnarled, were tipped with jagged points, and its hooves pounded the slick, uneven ground. The air crackled with its raw, bestial power.
"Icewoman… You're harboring an Icewoman!" The Minotaur's voice was a deep, rumbling growl, a promise of brutal violence.
It charged, its massive form a blur of muscle and fury. Menoly braced herself for a fight she knew she couldn't win, her hand reaching for the daggers concealed beneath her cloak. But before she could move, dark, serpentine tendrils erupted from the shadows, wrapping around the Minotaur's thick neck. A sickening snap echoed through the alleyway, and the Minotaur's lifeless body crashed to the ground.
Menoly's eyes widened, her gaze darting around the alleyway, searching for the unseen assailant. "What is a mischievous spirit doing with Rukia?" a voice echoed from the shadows, a voice that carried the weight of ages.
Menoly's breath hitched. A wave of oppressive power slammed into her, forcing her to her knees. She tried to reach for Rukia, but her limbs were leaden, her body trembling. "Please… leave her alone!"
"Hmm, it seems she protected her." The voice was smooth, silken, yet laced with an undercurrent of cold command, a subtle promise of pain.
Menoly squinted into the shadows, her heart pounding against her ribs. Two figures emerged, their forms coalescing from the darkness. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through her bravado. The Princes of the Fae—Sol, the radiant prince of light, and Tenebris, the enigmatic prince of darkness. What were they doing here, in the Underworld? And why was the prince of light consorting with his dark counterpart?
They walked over to Menoly, who was struggling against the immense power. She watched as Sol carried Rukia gently, and then noticed he was wearing a disguise himself. Instead of his sunlit blonde hair, it was a brooding black, and his eyes, instead of having light and color, were plain cold black with hints of silver in them, like captured moonlight in a storm. Their attire was all black, and they actually looked alike, which was a chilling realization for Menoly. Even through the illusion, she could sense the familiar energy of Sol, a mischievous spirit's innate ability to pierce through falsehood. The fact that the light and dark fae princes were together, and looked so alike, filled her with unease.
"Sol, what's wrong with her?" Tenebris asked, his voice low and concerned, a hint of desperation creeping in.
"She's in a trance." Sol replied, his voice tight, his gaze fixed on Rukia's still form.
Tenebris frowned, "Like that night?"
Sol nodded, "Like that night." Sol glared at Menoly, his eyes like chips of obsidian. "What caused this! Speak now, or I'll snap your body like it was a twig."
Menoly shuddered; she never thought the light fae prince could speak so…darkly. Menoly took a deep breath and spilled everything, from Rukia summoning her and her siblings to her slipping into the trance.
"She was behind the tree while I was…getting the information, then all of a sudden, she revealed her presence."
Tenebris dropped Menoly to the floor and walked over to Rukia, sighing heavily. "We have two choices here, brother. We wipe her memory like we have before and risk taking too much, or we actually let the trance take over and see what happens."
Menoly got to her knees, her legs shaking. "Why do you two care! She's an Icewoman."
Tenebris rolled his eyes. "She's our niece, and seeing how you saved her, I won't kill you…Menoly Duskveil, we thank you. If you ever need it, you can find refuge within the Dark Fae. Now begone."
Menoly went to say something, but the world around her dissolved into a dizzying swirl of light and shadow, a disorienting rush that left her gasping for air. The stench of the Underworld was abruptly replaced by the familiar, comforting scent of her home, and the rough, uneven ground beneath her feet became smooth, polished tiles. She blinked, her head spinning, her heart pounding with a mix of shock and confusion. What just happened?
"You think Shira would know what to do? I can't stand the thought of wiping her memory," Sol stated, his voice laced with worry.
Tenebris shook his head. "I don't…Brother, she has the black diamond."
Sol looked, and his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Our grandmother's necklace? I thought it had been lost centuries ago when she died."
Tenebris shook his head. "We can't wipe her memory; we may do irreversible damage at her age…but she has the black diamond, she's in a trance…Do you think Hisana could help? Maybe their twin bond could do something."
Sol shook his head. "Or make it worse, we can't chance it."
As the two brothers spoke, the guttural growls and skittering sounds of the Underworld's denizens grew closer, a chorus of impending violence. They looked down at Rukia, her brow furrowed, a dark light and icy frost battling around her like warring spirits. The air crackled with unstable energy, a tangible manifestation of the conflict within her. Tenebris readied his tendrils, the shadows coiling around his arms like living extensions, but Sol shook his head, his face grim.
"We can't risk getting trapped here," Sol said, his voice tight with urgency. "Every moment we waste, this trance deepens. Come on, let's take her back to the Fae Realm—we need answers."
Tenebris hesitated, his gaze lingering on Rukia's pale face. "We can't risk it in her state. Her light and dark fae powers are… unstable. If we bring her to the Fae Realm, the High Courts will sense it. They'll see her as a threat, a weapon to be controlled or destroyed. We can't risk them interfering."
"Then what, Tenebris? We can't just stand here and watch her unravel!" Sol snapped, his voice laced with desperation. "We need to find someone who understands this. Someone who can help her before it's too late."
Tenebris's dark eyes flickered, a flicker of reluctant agreement. "There's only one person I can think of. But it's a long shot."
"Who?" Sol demanded, his patience wearing thin.
"Her guardian," Tenebris said, his voice low. "The one she bonded with. Maybe… just maybe… their connection can anchor her, pull her back from the edge."
Sol's expression shifted, a flicker of hope battling with doubt. "Ichigo Kurosaki. You think he can help?"
"It's our only chance," Tenebris said, his voice firm. "But we don't have time. The creatures are closing in."
The air shimmered, the shadows twisting into grotesque shapes as the Underworld's inhabitants surged forward, their eyes burning with predatory hunger. Sol's hand crackled with light, a blinding flash against the oppressive darkness, but he didn't attack. Instead, he grabbed Rukia's limp form, his movements swift and precise.
"Hold on," he said, his voice tight with concentration. "This is going to be rough."
Tenebris wrapped his tendrils around Sol and Rukia, creating a shield of darkness against the approaching creatures. Just as the first wave of monsters lunged, Sol snapped his fingers. The air warped, the shadows twisting and contorting as they forced a tear in the fabric of reality.
The world dissolved into a dizzying vortex of light and darkness, a chaotic swirl of energy that threatened to tear them apart. A moment later, they slammed into solid ground, the transition jarring and disorienting.
They found themselves standing in the middle of Karakura College's courtyard, the familiar scent of cherry blossoms and damp earth a stark contrast to the Underworld's putrid stench. The sky above was a pale, pre-dawn grey, the first hints of sunrise painting the horizon.
Sol gently laid Rukia on the cool stone of the courtyard, his face etched with worry. "We need to find Ichigo. Now."
Tenebris nodded, his dark eyes scanning the empty courtyard. "He should be nearby. He is bonded to Rukia so I mean he should be here-"
A low growl echoed from the shadows, a sound that sent a shiver down their spines. They turned, their eyes widening in alarm. A hulking figure emerged from the darkness, its form shifting and contorting, its eyes burning with an unnatural light.
It wasn't a creature from the Underworld. It was something else. Something… familiar.
A guttural growl, a distorted echo of Ichigo's voice, ripped through the pre-dawn stillness, each syllable a jagged shard of sound. The figure moved with unnatural fluidity, its form shifting in the shadows, its presence radiating an oppressive, chilling energy.
"What have you done to her?" it rasped.
Tenebris and Sol exchanged a tense glance, immediately adopting defensive stances.
"Shit, this dude is about to fuck us up!" Tenebris hissed, his tendrils coiling defensively.
Sol held his hands up, palms open, a gesture of peace. "Ichigo, we don't want to—"
His words were cut short by a raw, watery scream that seemed to tear through the very air. Before Sol could react, an immense, brutal force slammed into him, sending him crashing into the courtyard stones. The impact resonated with a sickening thud, and the air crackled with the raw power of the blow.
Rukia sat in the suffocating darkness, her legs crossed beneath her, a small, trembling figure adrift in an endless void. She was trapped, utterly alone, and a chilling fear gnawed at her, a cold that seeped into her bones far deeper than any icy wind. Fleeting flickers of warmth brushed against her skin, like echoes of sunlight, but they were quickly swallowed by the oppressive chill. She strained her ears, calling out into the silence, her voice a fragile thread in the vast emptiness.
"Hisana? Aunt Shirayuki? Mom? Dad?" Each name was a desperate plea, a futile attempt to pierce the darkness. She knew her parents wouldn't answer, their voices lost to the echoes of a distant past. Finally, she whispered, "Ichigo?"
A faint, echoed voice drifted back, a ghost of warmth in the cold abyss. "Rukia."
She scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding against her ribs, but the darkness remained unbroken. She hugged herself, her arms a meager shield against the encroaching dread, and began to walk, her footsteps silent in the endless void. Again, she called out, her voice trembling. "Uncles? Hisana? Tatsuki? Senna? Orihime? Ichigo!"
"Rukia." The voice was closer this time, a beacon in the darkness.
Rukia's eyes widened, a flicker of hope igniting within her. It was Ichigo's voice, unmistakable, a lifeline in the suffocating darkness. She broke into a run, her voice a desperate cry. "Ichigo! Help me! Please, save me from this darkness!"
A faint shimmer of light appeared in the distance, a fragile spark against the overwhelming black. She stumbled towards it, her hand outstretched, desperate for contact. The moment her fingers brushed the light, it exploded outwards, illuminating a stark division in the darkness—a clean, precise line between light and shadow.
Confusion warred with hope. She blinked, her vision adjusting to the newfound light, and continued forward, her feet tracing the precarious boundary between the two opposing forces. "Ichigo!" she screamed, her voice raw with desperation.
"Rukia." The voice was clear now, resonating with a familiar warmth.
She ran, her heart pounding with a desperate longing, needing the tangible comfort only Ichigo could provide. As she ran, a single snowflake drifted down, catching her attention. She halted, her breath catching in her throat. Was this the way out? She reached out, her fingers closing around the delicate crystal, and a wave of vibrant light erupted, a breathtaking display of lavenders, blues, and violets. Gentle snow began to fall, swirling around her like a comforting embrace, a familiar echo of her Icewoman powers.
She looked around, her eyes wide with wonder. The space was a surreal blend of light, darkness, and ice, a reflection of the conflicting forces within her. "Frost and Fae," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"Rukia!"
She turned, and the breath caught in her throat. Two figures stood before her, their forms radiating a gentle warmth that chased away the lingering chill. Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of relief and overwhelming emotion.
"Mom… Dad."
Fuyumi rushed towards her, her movements fluid and graceful, her beauty ethereal. Her long, silver hair shimmered like moonlight, and her eyes, the color of a winter sky, held a gentle warmth that belied their icy hue. She embraced Rukia tightly, her voice a soothing melody. "My baby girl! Our baby girl."
Rukia cried, her tears soaking Fuyumi's ethereal gown. Her mother's voice was like velvet, rich and comforting, a sound she had longed to hear for so long.
"This isn't real," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion.
"Woah, kiddo, did Shira raise you as an emo or something?" Takeru teased, his voice rough but gentle. He walked towards them, his tall, imposing figure softened by a warm smile. His dark hair, streaked with silver, framed a face that held both strength and kindness. He patted Rukia's head.
"We aren't real in the sense that we're alive," he explained, his voice softening. "We're spirits, lingering echoes of what we once were."
Fuyumi rolled her eyes at Takeru's bluntness and turned to Rukia, her expression tender. "What your idiot dad means is that we're dead. We died a long time ago, but our spirits remain connected. We reside in the spirit world, a place where good souls gather after death. You can't see us in your world, but we can see you. The only time we can manifest like this is when…"
"Your three halves are perfectly balanced," Takeru finished, his voice gentle.
Rukia shook her head, overwhelmed by the revelations. "This is too much… Has Hisana seen you? What have you told her? Why the secrets, the lies? I know who killed you, and I know what they're planning. Why did Aunt Shirayuki lie? Why didn't we know we had uncles?"
Takeru threw his head back and laughed, a deep, resonant sound that filled the ethereal space. Fuyumi gently stroked Rukia's hair, her eyes filled with understanding.
"Man, Fuyumi, had I still been alive, I think I would have been a girl dad," Takeru chuckled. "I have an urge to just scoop you up, Rukia, and take you shopping and answer all your questions."
Fuyumi smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "We can't stay long. Unlike ghosts and born spirits, our energy fades quickly." Her form flickered slightly, a subtle shimmer that hinted at their dwindling presence. "Hisana has seen us a few times. We've been helping her hone her powers, guiding her when we can, but she dismisses it as a dream."
A wave of betrayal washed over Rukia, a sharp ache in her chest. Hisana, who had accused her of hiding secrets, had been keeping her own. "And please, don't be too hard on your aunt. She took on the burden of raising two twins while grieving our deaths. She never wanted children, but she loved you both dearly. As for our deaths…"
Fuyumi's gaze shifted to Takeru, and Rukia noticed a dark cloud gathering around them, a subtle shift in the ethereal atmosphere. "Down there," Fuyumi said, her voice growing faint, "it's… complicated. There are those who hold power, factions that fight for control. The Bounts, the Fullbrings, the Arrancar… their word is law."
Rukia frowned, remembering Menoly and the bartender's words. "But I thought Gin, the Arrancar leader, wouldn't care."
Takeru chuckled darkly. "My dear daughter, it's not Gin you need to worry about anymore. He doesn't pull the strings anymore. Now this is the Dark Fae in me talking, but avenge us."
Fuyumi gasped and snapped her fingers, freezing Takeru in place, encased in a shimmering layer of ice. She squeezed Rukia tightly. "Save the dimensions is what he meant to say. Your father is an idiot; please don't mind him." Her form flickered again, more noticeably this time.
Rukia chuckled, a small smile breaking through her tears, but the ache of betrayal lingered, a bitter taste in her mouth. "But he's right, my dear. You can save the dimensions. You and your friends, and that cute little dragon lord guardian of yours."
Rukia blushed, her cheeks warming despite the ethereal chill. She looked up as the ice encasing Takeru shattered, freeing him.
"Hey, if he hurts you, I don't care if I am a spirit now; I will give him an ass whooping he'll never forget!" Takeru declared, his voice filled with protective rage, though his form was now noticeably more transparent.
Rukia snorted, a weak attempt at humor to mask the rising panic in her chest. Her parents were fading, their forms shimmering and blurring like watercolor paintings left out in the rain. Takeru sighed, a heavy sound that seemed to carry the weight of ages, and Fuyumi mirrored him, the air around them growing colder. They both embraced Rukia tightly, their ethereal forms barely tangible.
"It's time for us to go, my love," Fuyumi said, her voice a fading melody.
Takeru nodded, his hold tightening for a fleeting moment. Rukia shook her head frantically, tears streaming down her face, blurring her vision. She reached out, her hands grasping at empty air, her fingers passing through their shimmering forms.
"Rukia, you've been so strong," Fuyumi's voice was a whisper now, "and remember, just because you can't see us doesn't mean we're not there."
Takeru chuckled, a sound that was both comforting and heartbreaking. "You are destined for greatness, why wouldn't you be? You're a Sode No, and most importantly, a Kurokawa."
Rukia laughed, a choked sob escaping her lips. She watched, helpless, as her parents began to fade more rapidly, their outlines dissolving into the surrounding light. Fuyumi stood, shifting and fading as if she was just a shadow on the wall, barely there. She looked at Takeru, and then at Rukia, her eyes filled with a love that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
"I love you, Rukia. We will see each other again soon." Her voice was barely audible now, a breath of air. She turned to Takeru before fading away completely, giving him a knowing look. "My love, I will see you back in the spirit world. Don't stay long. You know what could happen."
Takeru gave a final, trembling salute, his eyes filled with a love that pierced through the veil of mortality. And then, like a whisper swallowed by the wind, Fuyumi was gone. Rukia felt her heart plummet, a physical ache in her chest, but Takeru simply snorted, trying to maintain his composure.
"Don't panic," he said, his voice fading in and out, "she expended a lot of energy, which is why she faded… But I've got a few more minutes. Come on and sit on daddy's lap and tell me about your troubles."
Rukia blinked, a watery laugh escaping her lips. "I think I'm too old for that… Dad."
Takeru gasped dramatically and snapped his fingers. A surge of warmth enveloped Rukia, and a strange sensation washed over her. She felt her body shrinking, her limbs growing shorter. Her hair, which had grown long and flowing, became heavy, the strands a cascade of lavender-white with silver and black highlights. Her skin shimmered with an ethereal paleness, as if light itself emanated from within. Takeru pulled out a mirror, and Rukia recoiled in shock. Her eyes swirled with vibrant colors, a mesmerizing vortex of galaxies. She looked behind her and gasped. Black, white, and purple wings, shimmering with an otherworldly beauty, extended from her back, their surfaces adorned with delicate patterns. Dark tendrils, like living shadows, coiled protectively around her sides, their tips twitching as if sensing danger.
Takeru clapped his hands, a proud smile on his face. "There, now you're five again, just as I… remember you."
Rukia, still reeling from the transformation, ran to her father and hugged him tightly. He returned the embrace, his large form trembling slightly. Tears welled in his eyes, but he held them back.
"I can't cry in front of your mom; she gets too emotional," he said, his voice thick with unshed tears, "but man, I wish I could hold you one more time. You and your sister… I love you, Rukia. I'm dead, so you can't hold this against me, hehe, but man, I wish I was with you. You would have been treated like royalty, not hidden like someone that was captured."
Rukia smiled brightly, her heart aching with a bittersweet joy. She hugged her father tighter, cherishing this fleeting moment. "I love you too, Dad."
Takeru sniffled, then stood, his form flickering more rapidly now. "Making you five really took out more than I was expecting. I am fading away." His voice was faint, his form becoming increasingly transparent. "Remember, I love you."
He began to fade, but then held up a finger, a final, desperate attempt to impart crucial information. "Oh, one more thing. Your uncles are in a fight with Ichigo, and he is whooping their asses! Man, he's strong. Go save them, will you? My grandmother's necklace… your great-grandmother's necklace, the black diamond, will help with your dark fae magic. As for the light, eh, it's like riding a bike."
Rukia watched, her heart clenching with each passing moment, as her father faded away completely. The weight of his words, the urgency of his warning, settled heavily in her chest. She looked at herself one last time, her eyes lingering on the swirling galaxies within her own, a reflection of the chaotic power within her. Then, taking a deep breath, she wiped away her tears, steeling herself for what awaited her. She felt the lingering warmth of her father's magic, and the almost unbearable pressure of the information he had given her. She looked around and saw a shimmering portal, a swirling vortex of energy, a gateway to the conflict her father had warned her about. Closing her eyes, she stepped through, the echoes of his farewell still ringing in her ears.
When she opened them, she was amazed to see her uncles, battered and bruised, their faces contorted in pain. Ichigo stood over them, his back to her. He looked… different. An aura of raw power radiated from him, a residual energy that crackled in the air, a remnant of a transformation that was slowly dissipating. She could feel the lingering heat of the battle, the tension that hung heavy in the air. She was disoriented, still reeling from the dreamlike encounter with her parents, but the sight of her uncles in pain snapped her back to reality. She ran towards Ichigo, her voice filled with urgency.
"Ichigo! Stop!"
He turned, his eyes widening in shock. He immediately ran to Rukia, his movements blurring with speed. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his voice rough with relief and a hint of lingering anger.
"Fuck, where have you been! I thought your uncles hurt you… which, in hindsight, was stupid… Fuck, I'm sorry. I just lost my mind when I saw you slumped over like you were dead."
Rukia, still processing the raw emotion in his voice, looked at her uncles. They were slowly getting to their feet, healing each other, their faces a mixture of pain, anger, and wary respect. She could see the lingering marks of the battle, the scorch marks on the ground, the torn fabric of their clothing. Rukia pulled back from Ichigo's embrace and punched him hard on the arm.
"Idiot, obviously my uncles wouldn't hurt me… But I have much to tell you, all of you. We are heading into a war. Light vs. dark. Evil vs. Good. And if we don't figure something out, good is going to lose."
Before Ichigo could respond, Rukia turned and ran to her uncles, colliding with them in a tight embrace. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at them, her voice trembling. "I saw them," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
"I saw Mom and Dad. They were there, it was like a dream."
Sol and Tenebris exchanged a look, their expressions softening as they saw the raw emotion in Rukia's eyes. They wrapped their arms around her, offering a silent comfort.
"They told me gosh they told me so much!," Rukia continued, her voice gaining strength. "First off the Underworld leaders killed them! They are the ones behind it, the Underworld leaders."
She pulled back, her gaze sweeping across their faces, then settling on Ichigo. Her eyes held a newfound determination. "We need to prepare. We need to find out who's pulling the strings now. And we need to be ready for what's coming."
The air crackled with a newfound tension, a sense of impending doom that settled heavily in the courtyard. The pre-dawn light seemed to dim, casting long, ominous shadows. The scent of cherry blossoms, once comforting, now carried a hint of foreboding. Ichigo, his expression grim, nodded slowly. "Then we do it. We figure it out. Together. I got your back."
A/N Passed an exam so I decided to update. lol umm please comment and review might be gone for a bit. Who knows I might post tomorrow or next week but I wanted to upload this chapter. I hope it was good, I really do. I wan to thank everyone that reads this story and support it! I really love reading a lot of your reviews they be cracking me up! Also not spoil anything but there maybe a possible spice scene coming up between who I don't know and I might not do it lol my husband helps me with that but he's been working a lot. Sigh anyways thank you all I appreciate you all and I'll see ya through the screen!