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Chapter 8: Running Out of Samples

*Knock Knock Knock*

"Mito?"

It was the end of the day, and Hashirama stood at the doorstep of his home after deciding to check in on Mito after a long day of fulfilling his Hokage duties. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers he specially picked from his garden, as well as a container holding some of Mito's favorite home-cooked foods. Ever since his confession, he had been committed to visiting Mito regularly to see how she was doing. However, Mito still wasn't in the mood to talk to him. The last time Hashirama spoke with her was that night, and this killed him. But again, he still wanted to respect Mito's space and process, knowing he had no right to demand anything from her after what he put her through.

Despite Mito distancing herself from him, Hashirama continued to show up for her by bringing her flowers and food, leaving them at the front door. Hashirama wasn't sure if she was eating or even taking care of herself properly. He hadn't even seen her outside since that night as well. But he assumed that she was at least opening the door and accepting his offerings when he left, because every time he came back with more flowers and food, the previous ones he brought were always gone.

After waiting a few seconds, Hashirama knocked on the door again, not really expecting Mito to open it. He sighed after receiving no response and gently placed the flower and container of home-cooked food on the doormat. Placing his hand on the door and closing his eyes, he checked to make sure she was in there, alive and breathing, which she was. Thank goodness.

"I left some food for you to eat. I'll leave you alone now, let me know if you need anything and I'll be here. I love you…" Hashirama said before slowly walking back into the streets, dragging his feet along the ground as he ran in circles in his head. What should he do? What is she thinking? Is she okay?

Good thing he had nothing else to do today. Hashirama surprisingly finished his required work for the day, wasn't training any of his students today, and technically didn't have someone to go home to. He then remembered he hadn't seen Madara all day, so figured he should stop by.

Madara… Hashirama missed him. He admitted that these days, he hadn't been spending as much time with Madara as usual. He has been so caught up in things with Mito that he sometimes couldn't allow himself to indulge in Madara's presence. There were multiple reasons: Part of it was because he was worried about accidentally telling Madara everything that was going on with him and Mito. Another reason was that he felt guilty savoring Madara's presence, knowing how it made him feel, while there were still loose ends to tie up with Mito. It just didn't feel right until he could make things right with her. Lastly, being around Madara these days just ignited more intense reactions—more yearning. So Hashirama has been unintentionally creating more space, hoping that soon he can get even closer… closer in mind, heart… and body.

Hashirama slowly strolled the bustling streets of Konoha, taking in the sight of the scene in front of him—buildings and street vendors, villagers chatting and laughing amongst one another, children running up and down the streets, old women slowly trekking while carrying bags of groceries. A peaceful aura radiated from it all, causing Hashirama to grin, grateful for the relative peace he has worked to achieve for now. As villagers passed by, Hashirama nodded and waved, exchanging cheerful greetings. Despite the somber feelings that simmered inside his heart, he still managed to put a smile on his face, maintaining a happy demeanor for the passersby, appearing like a strong, reliable, and resilient leader.

Soon, the noise of the busy streets slowly faded as Hashirama traveled into the quieter areas leading up to the Uchiha district. As he entered, Hashirama thought, "I wonder if Madara is home." He walked past a couple of Uchiha clansmen, greeting them with smiles and respectful nods.

Hashirama slowed down once he noticed multiple official-looking Uchiha men shuffling out of a building. "They must've had a meeting," he thought. He waited to see if Madara would exit at any point, but he didn't. Hashirama wasn't sure if he should be surprised. He was aware that Madara stepped down as the leader of the Uchiha clan but still wasn't sure why. While yes, he heard of the rumors proposed by Mito and Tobirama, he wanted to hear it directly from Madara. But of course, Madara was being stubborn and Hashirama still hasn't been able to wiggle it out of him.

Madara…

Hashirama grabbed his chin with his right hand, deep in thought. What was going on in Madara's head? What wasn't Madara telling him? Despite his mind being occupied with Mito these days, Hashirama was still concerned about Madara. He still had this uneasy… gut feeling that Madara was slipping away and could eventually disappear.

Hashirama let out a deep sigh. It was a lot to think about: juggling his possible divorce, attending to his Hokage duties with Tobirama constantly in his ears, processing his intense feelings for Madara, and worrying about Madara's wellbeing. Oh, how he wishes he could just go back to the days when life was simpler… ah yes, when he was sleeping in the womb of his mother.

Finally, Hashirama arrived at Madara's front door. He was excited when he could sense Madara's presence but also felt a hint of nervousness. His stomach did flips at the thought of Madara opening the door and greeting him. Before Hashirama could knock, he felt a menacing presence nearby, as if someone just poured a pound of sand all over his body. He quickly turned around, only to see no one. The feeling was almost instantly gone, and Hashirama couldn't sense anyone. Hashirama looked around for a while, searching for the source of that suspicious presence, but nothing.

"Huh… did I imagine it?" Hashirama whispered to himself. He waited for a few more seconds, concluding that the feeling really was gone. Weird. He finally raised his fist and knocked on Madaa's door, hoping he would answer. After he didn't get a response, he knocked again. Madara was going to open this door whether he liked it or not.

To Hashirama's surprise, Madara opened the door before he could knock for a third time. A warm, fuzzy feeling quickly developed in his chest at the sight of Madara. Even though Hashirama saw Madara briefly yesterday, it still felt like he hadn't seen him in forever, he still felt this exciting feeling. Madara was wearing a casual outfit: a dark blue colored shirt with an Uchiha crest on the back and some black pants. His hands weren't gloved, so Hashirama figured he must've been home for a while. Oh, how Hashirama wished he could feel Madara's touch. No. Hashirama tried to shake the thought off. He refused to allow himself to indulge in those thoughts. Not now.

Meanwhile, Madara stood there, waiting for Hashirama to say something, but he just… didn't? Madara raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going on in his head while using that moment to take in the sight of Hashirama. He was wearing his usual casual day-to-day outfit: loose, flowy pants with a green kimono-style top and beige haori, a loose-fitting jacket.

"Um… hello?" Madara finally said after getting no greeting from Hashirama.

Hashirama quickly snapped back into reality, not realizing how long he had just been standing there. "O-Oh, sorry, hi!"

Madara sighed and crossed his arms, leaning against the door frame. "Yes?"

"Yes what?" Hashirama asked.

"What brings you here?"

"Oh! Yes, sorry, I'm a little scatterbrained right now," Hashirama said as he laughed it off.

"A little?" Madara thought, judging him heavily.

Hashirama continued, "Nothing really, I just wanted to see you for the day."

Madara wasn't surprised at this answer anymore because Hashirama had been doing this often. "Okay… well, you've seen me."

"Right," Hashirama responded. His mind was still a bit muddled. He wanted to stick around, but he knew staying with Madara longer at this moment would only fuel his guilt: the guilt of indulging in this pleasure while Mito was still ignoring him, hurt, and feeling betrayed at home. Hashirama then added, "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Huhh?" Madara wasn't expecting Hashirama to leave so quickly. He anticipated Hashirama to try and converse more, force himself in, and make himself at home until Madara kicked him out. But this time, Hashirama was willfully dismissing himself so soon after such a brief interaction. Madara noticed for the past two weeks or so that their interactions have been growing shorter and shorter, especially since the time on the bench when Madara noticed Hashirama's sad expression. Since then, Hashirama still seemed off but hasn't opened up to him about it. Regardless, Madara didn't like this distance that was growing again between them. It was like his samples were coming to an end, and the real thing was out of reach.

"Are you… good? I expected you to do your annoying thing where you force your way into my house," Madara said, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Hashirama laughed nervously while scratching the back of his head, "Hahaha, yes! I'm fine, I'm fine. Great, actually! Don't worry about me."

Madara's eyes narrowed. Hashirama was terrible at lying, and he knew Hashirama wasn't being truthful. "Sure," he said, unconvinced.

Hashirama could tell that Madara wasn't falling for his act, so he attempted to save himself by babbling about anything that came to mind. "Really! Sorry, I'm just… busy! Yeah, busy. You know, Tobirama and his demands, and all the meetings, and you know training my students, and responding to villagers' requests. And I have to get back home to my…" Hashirama's voice trailed off. He was about to say 'wife,' but managed to stop himself because technically it wasn't true, and he didn't want Madara thinking about Mito.

"Right. Well, don't let me keep you," Madara said flatly, masking any trace of hurt in his voice despite the heavy feeling in his chest. Of course that was the case. That's always been the case. Before the night Hashirama got drunk and Madara helped him home, this was more or less the norm. Hashirama was a light that shone so bright it illuminated the entire village. He had his own life, his own loved ones, and people who looked up to him. A light that was never meant for Madara and his dark fate. But this was how things were supposed to be right? It's why Madara came to the conclusion to leave the village. He had no one, and nothing left, and so had a reason to break free and bring his ultimate dream to fruition. Hashirama didn't need him.

Madara stepped back and started closing the door before Hashirama quickly added, "B-But, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Whatever," Madara responded as he attempted to push the door shut but was stopped by Hashirama's hand.

"I think we've done this enough for you to know I won't take that as an answer," Hashirama said.

Madara sucked his teeth. "Do you really have the time to be doing this right now?"

"Of course I do."

"I don't know, it didn't sound like you did earlier," Madara remarked as he pushed the door harder, with his hand.

"That doesn't matter," Hashirama responded as he pushed harder to withstand Madara's force.

They both pushed the door with increasing force, neither willing to yield to each other. Madara was now pushing the door with both hands while Hashirama leaned the side of his body against the door to oppose his force.

"Hashi… rama… leave me… alone," Madara grunted as he pushed against the door, now pressing the side of his body against the door to oppose Hashirama's force.

"Ma…dara… will I… see you… tomorrow?"

The two gritted their teeth, slowly pushing against the door harder and harder to overcome each other's force, the door slightly shifting back and forth. Madara could feel himself slipping backward until his foot caught his nearby shoe, causing him to stumble backward and onto the ground. The sudden absence of Madara's force caused Hashirama to stumble forward, forcefully swinging the door open and breaking the hinges of the door. The broken door slammed onto the ground as Hashirama staggered forward and fell down toward Madara. He was able to catch himself on all fours, hovering slightly over Madara's body with their faces just inches apart.

Their eyes slightly widened, and they could feel their cheeks grow warm and their hearts begin to race, neither able to say a word. Hashirama admired Madara's beauty from up close. His hair was slightly out of his face, revealing both of his beautiful eyes and long, thick eyelashes. And his lips… Oh, how Hashirama wanted to lower his body onto Madara's and pull him into a kiss. Madara was also having a hard time resisting his desires, as his eyes wandered between Hashirama's lips and the rest of his face. They soon met each other's gaze, staring longingly into the dark pools of each other's eyes.

Finally, Hashirama asked, "A-Are you okay?"

Breaking out of his daze, Madara muttered, "I'm fine." He turned away to avoid further eye contact. He couldn't handle it. Hashirama was too close. His eyes landed on the damaged door on the ground beside him and his longing desire was slowly being replaced by irritation.

"Hashirama!" Madara exclaimed as he pressed his bare hand against Hashirama's chest to push him away. Part of Madara's bare hand touched part of Hashirama's exposed chest, sending a pleasurable thrill down Hashirama's body. Madara continued, "Look what you did to my damn door!"

Hashirama quickly glanced toward the door before turning his head back to look at Madara. "Wait, ME?!" Hashirama exclaimed as he shifted off Madara.

"Yes, you," Madara said as he stood up.

Hashirama stood up after him and asked, "How was this my fault?!"

The two bickered about who was to blame for the door. Madara argued that Hashirama was the one to swing it open, while Hashirama argued that Madara was the one to suddenly stop pushing with no warning in the first place.

They went back and forth until Hashirama finally concluded, "BUT no worries. I will fix it."

"Fix it? My door? How? When?" Madara questioned, annoyed.

"Right now."

"You can fix this door?" Madara asked with little faith in Hashirama's abilities.

"Madara, Madara, Madara." Hashirama playfully shook his head while clicking his tongue. "You'll learn to stop underestimating me. Do you have a toolbox?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"What do you mean why not?"

"What kind of man doesn't have a toolbox?"

Madara raised an eyebrow. "Why would I own a toolbox? Do you have a toolbox?"

"Of course I do," Hashirama responded. He then smirked and shook his finger, "You thought you were gonna me with that one, didn't you?"

Madara's eye twitched as Hashirama burst into laughter. Irritated, Madara threatened, "You better fix this door before I give you something else to fix."

Hashirama's laughter halted as he flinched before being overcome by his habitual depressed demeanor. "Okay, okay, okay, I'll go get some parts to fix the door…" Hashirama said, sounding dejected, as he slowly turned around and dragged his feet out the entrance. With a smirk, he then added, "…and my toolbox." Hashirama giggled when he could feel Madara glare at him in response, and quickly scurried away before Madara could say or do anything.

Madara sucked his teeth and went to sit down on his couch until Hashirama returned. He looked over at the spot where Hashirama once stood and sighed. Why does being around Hashirama make him feel so… good? Madara groaned as he leaned his head back and stared up at the ceiling. He hated the way Hashirama made him feel.

After about an hour, Hashirama came back with some new door hinges, screws, and a doorknob, along with his toolbox. He greeted Madara and placed the items on the floor near where he would be working. Activating his wood-style jutsu, Hashirama created a new wooden door.

"So, you're really going to fix this door?" Madara asked as he walked over to join Hashirama's side.

"Yes, I don't go back on my word," Hashirama responded as he sat down.

Madara hummed in response and sat down near Hashirama. "So, you fix things."

"Hmm… I guess you can say that." Hashirama started arranging the pieces and tools he'd need to fix the door and continued, "When I was younger, my father used to say, 'What's the point in making wooden parts if you don't even know how to put them together?' So, I learned how to do basic carpentry."

"Ehh? I didn't know that about you…"

Hashirama grinned. "I don't do it often, because I want to give true carpenters their deserved work opportunities. I also don't talk about it I guess, so I don't blame you for not knowing." Hashirama finally finished arranging everything. "Okay!" he exclaimed. He slipped off his haori, exposing his arms, then tied his hair up into a man bun, allowing some short strands of hair to fall down the side of his face. Once ready, he started getting to work.

Madara was captivated by the sight of Hashirama. Hashirama was usually goofy, smiley, exuding infectious charm. But there was also always something about the serious and focused Hashirama that was so… alluring to Madara. His tied-up hair, his focused eyes, his slightly pursed lips, his busy hands—it was all so mesmerizing. Oh, how he wanted to be wrapped in Hashirama's strong, tanned arms.

As Madara fantasized about Hashirama, he could feel his cheeks flush as a wave of pleasure traveled down his body and to his crotch. He quickly turned away so as not to let his mind wander further. What was he doing? He shouldn't even be thinking this way. Why was he indulging in these thoughts when he knew Hashirama was way out of his reach? When he knew he made the decision to ultimately abandon him and the village?

The two sat in silence for a while, Hashirama focused on fixing the door while Madara watched. Hashirama finally broke the silence, leading to casual light-hearted discussions between them. They didn't mention any of their troubles and just talked about anything else that came to mind, which felt… nice. It was as if nothing else mattered in the world, and it was just them, conversing and savoring each other's company.

After being with Madara for some time, Hashirama could feel a small sense of peace creep into his troubled heart. Being with Madara, getting lost in conversation, and not worrying about anything else in the world just felt… nice. He wanted more times like these, and he was almost glad he broke the door because it allowed him to spend this time with Madara he would've otherwise skipped out on.

As Hashirama carefully screwed the last screw into the door frame, he couldn't help but smile. Once done, he slowly opened and closed the door to make sure it was fully functional before turning to Madara and flashing him a satisfied look. He released his hair from the bun and shook his head as his hair gracefully fell down the side of his face and down his back.

"All done! By yours truly," Hashirama announced as he playfully bowed.

Madara walked towards the door and slowly opened and closed it to test it out. "It feels different," Madara said.

Hashirama pouted. "Why can't you just be grateful?"

"Huh? Why should I be grateful to the person who broke my door?"

"It wasn't even entirely my fault! Could you have fixed this door?"

"Actually, I could've."

"Huhh? Says the person who doesn't even have a toolbox!"

The two men found themselves going back and forth again, transitioning into playful banter, both readily responding to each other with clever remarks. Suddenly, a brief, soft chuckle escaped Hashirama's lips.

"What's so funny?" Madara asked.

"Nothing… Nothing… this just… feels nice," Hashirama said as he grabbed his haori and slipped it back on before bringing his finger to his cheek and nervously scratching it. "I guess I've just missed you is all."

Madara's eyes slightly gaped. He didn't know how to respond but hearing those words made his chest flutter, especially with everything that's been going on lately. He didn't even realize there was a slight grin on his face. Madara finally responded, "And you express that you miss me by breaking my door?"

Hashirama quickly prepared to defend himself but stopped when he noticed Madara's grin. His eyes widened. It wasn't a fake grin or one of those recent grins that made him feel uneasy. It was a genuine grin. Hashirama slowly relaxed and softly chuckled, "I guess so."

Madara quickly straightened his lips when he noticed he was grinning and started walking toward the door. "Anyway, you should leave. You have a wife to go home to, right?"

"R-Right…" Hashirama stuttered as he followed Madara toward the door. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Hmph. Fine, I'll play your little game this evening. Only because you fixed my door."

"So... I'll see you—"

"Yes, Hashirama, I'll be around," Madara interrupted, annoyed that Hashirama wouldn't just accept an implied answer.

"I'll take your word for it." Hashirama smiled and waved goodbye before taking his leave and heading back to Tobirama's place for the night.

Madara slowly closed the door and leaned against it, thinking about what Hashirama said. That he missed him. Those words rang in his ears, bringing him a little joy in his despaired-filled heart. But Hashirama has been pulling away for a while, making it a little hard for Madara to believe in his words. But maybe, things will start being different again… Little did Madara know that the next day, things would go back to how things had been: very brief interactions.


For the past several days, since the evening of the broken door, things have been rather… bland between Hashirama and Madara.

Hashirama fell into a pretty regular routine: woken up by Tobirama at the crack of dawn to report to the Hokage office, followed by hours of office work and endless meetings. On days when he decided to check in on Mito, he would go to his garden—located in a quiet spot near the Hokage Tower—and pick out a special arrangement of flowers. Afterward, he'd pick some food up for Mito, whether takeout or homemade, and make his way to their house after a long day. Occasionally, he would fortunately run into Madara during these trips from time to time, briefly saying hello and pestering him until he agreed he'd see him the next day. Once at his house, Hashirama would knock, but when there was no answer, he'd leave the flowers and food on the doorstep and take his leave.

For the rest of his day, Hashirama would spiral in his mind, hoping Mito was doing okay since he wasn't getting any verbal feedback from her. Then he'd either find himself doing extra Hokage work, training his students, or sulking in bed until he fell asleep and repeated everything the next day. On days when he didn't stop by to see Mito, he'd pretty much spend that time occupying himself to escape his racing thoughts until he remembered to find Madara. Seeing Madara was the highlight of his day, but a feeling he wouldn't allow himself to indulge in too much. So, whether he found Madara walking the streets or at home, he'd briefly greet him before going off about his day.

Hashirama really wished Mito would talk to him, yet he hadn't heard a word from her since that night, nor had he seen her outside at all. He tried to ask her friends whether they had hung out with her recently, but all of them expressed how they hadn't even seen her lately and how they were starting to worry. Hashirama always tried to reassure them without disclosing too much. Since things were still heavily up in the air and no one knew what was going on between them, Hashirama kept it to himself, with the exception of venting to Tobirama, out of respect for their privacy.

On the other hand, Madara was really feeling Hashirama's relative absence once again. His days have been more or less the same, only with less Hashirama. He'd wake up, mope, train, mope, consume himself in the contents of the Uchiha Stone Tablet, tell himself that he's the savior of the world, convince himself to finally leave, and mope some more. Sometimes, he would run into Hashirama and have brief conversations. Other times, Hashirama would come to his home, but wouldn't stay long.

But it isn't a mystery to him that Hashirama has been off. He's noticed this, of course. Noticed how troubled he seemed. But Hashirama already knew he could come to Madara if he needed anything, so Madara figured he wasn't needed by Hashirama this time around. And maybe not anymore…

One day, as Madara lay in bed, he could feel his frustrations building up. Curse him for allowing himself to be pulled in by Hashirama. And curse him for faltering. He had a goal to achieve. Madara quickly shot up in bed, thinking of what to do next. He could finally just get Hashirama's cells like he needed and get the fuck out of there.

Madara tapped his thigh with his finger. "I need the cells to awaken the Rinnegan. When I awaken the Rinnegan, I'll summon the Gedo statue… when I summon the Gedo statue, I'll collect all the tailed beast… and once I do that, I can cast the Infinite Tsukuyomi," Madara mumbled to himself. He paused. "I need to get to work."

Madara quickly got out of bed, pacing around his bedroom. "But wait, once I have Hashirama's cells… how will I awaken the Rinnegan? Do I need to wait? Do I need to go through tragedy at a similar level needed to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan? I need to do some research."

Madara quickly shuffled out of his room and towards his front door, slipping on his gloves and shoes before going out into the world. He walked the streets of Konoha until he reached the library. As he entered the library, he went straight to the rows of tall bookshelves, ignoring Himari's, the librarian's, greeting.

"Rinnegan… Rinnegan… Rinnegan," Madara quietly whispered to himself as he scanned the towers of books in front of him. He ran his gloved finger along the side of each book, looking for titles that sounded like they'd have useful information for him. Madara traveled down the rows, periodically slipping books off the shelves and adding them to the slowly growing stack in his hands. Once he felt like he gathered enough, he took the books to the front to get them checked out, gently placing the stack on the desk.

"Will this be all?" Himari asked as she flashed a polite smile.

"Mhm."

"Great, let me get these checked out for you…" Himari proceeded to check the books out for Madara. There was silence between them for a while as Himari performed her task. She briefly looked up to notice Madara staring off to the side as if he was lost in his own thoughts or something.

In an attempt to engage in small talk, Himari said, "Lovely weather we're having today, right? It's all nice and sunny."

Madara's gaze shifted to Himari, his eyes slightly narrowed. "We haven't achieved true peace yet and you're trying to talk to me about the weather?" He said, which came out a little harsh.

"S-Sorry," Himari stuttered as she checked out the last book. "A-All done!"

Madara grabbed the stack from the desk without saying another word and left the building. Himari released a deep breath that she didn't even realize she was holding. She felt herself briefly lose balance, placing her hands on her desk to support herself. Madara could be quite scary.

As Madara walked down the steps and into the street, he saw Isamu Uchiha, the new Uchiha clan leader, approaching. Great. One of the last people he wanted to see.

Isamu Uchiha was on his way to a building near the library when he happened to see Madara Uchiha. Ever since the day Madara stepped down, he hadn't really interacted with him, and Madara hasn't shown any interest in interacting with the clan leaders, or the clan in general. But as the new clan head, Isamu figured he should at least acknowledge Madara's presence.

As the two approached each other, Isamu gave a slight nod, but Madara kept staring straight ahead without acknowledging him. Isamu quickly glanced down at the books in Madara's hands before they finally passed each other and walked their separate ways.

Isamu paused once he finally processed what he had just seen. "What is Madara doing with books about dojutsu and the Sage of the Six Paths?" he thought. Isamu wondered in his head, taking a mental note of their interaction before continuing his trip to his destination. What was Madara Uchiha up to?

Once Madara arrived home, he went to his living room and spread the books across the floor. He checked out more of them than he expected but now wasn't the time to fixate on that. Madara grabbed the book closest to him and opened it, proceeding to read it for the rest of the day, well into the night.


Thanks for reading!

Helpful descriptors in case you forgot what Isamu and Himari looked like:

Isamu: Young, lean man, appearing to be in his early thirties, with black eyes, dark brown, short shaggy hair and a scar that ran down the side of his face.

Himari: Middle-aged woman with brown eyes and straight dark green hair that fell down the side of her face. She wore a long red casual dress and a white cotton shawl around her shoulders.

Oh, also in case yall didn't know: dojutsu = ninja abilities revolving around the eyes so like rinnegan, sharingan, byakugan, etc.

Authors Yap:

Sorry for the long wait! Was super busy over the holidays and then super busy after the holidays. THEN I started editing one of the chapters and didn't like how the story was initially going so I got a little discouraged. Then I was like, mannnnn should I even continue this story? But I finally got my creative juices flowing again and was able to finish writing this chapter! It's funny because I felt like I needed to focus on more story progression and less fluff and dialogue and I ended up just adding a chapter with more fluff and dialogue because its just soo cuteeee ahahaha. But I also feel more content with how the story is progressing now!(: Also to my readers who are actually enjoying the story, I made it a new years resolution to finish so I will see this story through!

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