Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Fate ❯ Memories: Mine ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Still K.T.’s, because of it were mine, then Rukia would have already made an appearance in the manga!


“Be ready to move in a week”

That was all that was said. One short sentence and the phone went dead. But that was that he needed to hear. He didn’t need long oratory declarations or mundane puzzling explanations. He knew what ot meant.It was time. Time to extract revenge.

Ichigo stared at his now silent phone. He could feel the hot rush of blood through his veins. He has not been this excited for the longest time. The bloodlust he felt was pounding in every fiber of his body. He had waited for this. After months of hiding, lying low, his patience has just paid off. He clutched the phone tighter in between his clenched finger, he was going to pay.

“What the???” he felt something hard hit his head... and saw a round stone, bigger than his own fist roll off on the ground. “Fuck midget! You could have seriously injured me there!” Yep, without a doubt, there was Rukia, silently laughing behind him. He needn’t see her for him to know that it was her. The muffled laughs of hers was enough identification that he needed that it was indeed her. Muffled or not, the picture of Rukia laughing, imagining the sound of her wonderful laugh, was enough to warm his heart. Not that he was going to say it in her face, definitely not. She would just give him hell teasing him about it. Scrunching up the deepest scowl that he could muster, he turned and saw her, indeed, laughing her ass off, shoulders shaking, body bent, one hand on her knees supporting her, another wrapped around her stomach.

“Nah... the stones much too soft... compared to your thick... skull” she said in between laughs.

In an instant he was in front of her, arms wrapped around her waist, thigh to thigh, hips to hips. “that’s not the only thing that’s not the only thing that’s thick in me you know” he said suggestively, grinding his hips against hers. He could feel his body responding just by being close to her. It has never seized to amaze him how much his body craved hers. All it needed to was a look, a touch from her to have his blood surging with lust.

Next thing he knew, he was sitting on the hard cold grass, his ears still ringing, and his temples still pounding from the whacking that she gave his. With a growl he reached out for her feet which she sidestepped easily, prepared for his retribution.

“You are not getting any until you feed me moron!” She said, her cheeks tinted with pink. Ichigo almost smiled at how cute Rukia looked. After everything, she could still blush at the thought of their physical relationship.

With a sigh, he dusted himself off. “Cook it yourself... it’s your turn to cook remember?”

“But I wanted ramen” she said, adding a little cute pout on her face, her violet orbs shining, pleading.

“No” he said as he turned around, deliberately not wanting to see her face. She is not getting her way with him. No way.

“But you make the best ramen that I have ever tasted!”

“No!” he almost smiled at her antics. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere midget!” he said trying to sound firm.

He heard her almost growl. “Fine” she said, with an almost dejected sound to her voice. Ichigo smiled... One point for me he thought.

“”I’ll just call Renji then... he did say that he was willing to cook for me anytime. Can i borrow your phone Ichigo?”

He cringed at the all too sweet fake voice of hers, his hands automatically tightening n his phone. “Why do you have to call that idiotic pineapple head?” he asked incredulously. No way was he going to allow that stupid red hair into his house just so he could ogle and flirt with Rukia. It has been like a routine for Renji to update him everyweek about the happening inside the HQ. Not that Ichigo ever found it informative, most of the things Renji told him he already knew. Ichigo knew that Renji was just esing work as a cover for smooching up to Rukia.

“Fine! I’ll cook you your stupid ramen!” he said as he stomped off into the kitchen.

Rukia smiled to herself, yep, she knew him too well.

.....

“Are you sure that it’s her?” Yuroichi asked the two guys sitting in front of her. She was getting irritated with the two. Honestly, getting information out of these two imbeciles was like talking to a two year old toddler. Both males were smiling at herm nodding their heads in unison, while one was smiling slyly, the other was grinning widely. She shook her head and sighed. No wonder these two were best friends.

“Positively sure?” she asked again, getting the same answer.

She growled and smacked both men on the head.

“Ow Yuroichi! Why’d you have to be so violent my dear!” Urahara asked while still rubbing the sore spot on his head.

“Don’t you dare call me that!” she said her eyes blazing with ire. If she had not even overheard the two talking, she would not have had known anything. She fixed her glare on the two men, “How long?” she asked, her finger drumming on the table, waiting for the answer. Though she knew that she wouldn’t like it one bit.

“Of course we knew from the very beginning!” Isshin said, with pride in his voice.

Without another word, Yuroichi pounded on the two, her fists connecting with their jaws. “You knew and you didn’t even tell me about it!”

Isshin was nursing his sore jaw “Why’d you have to choose someone who is so violent! He asked his closest friend who was still sprawled on the floor, eyes still crossed

“You should see her in bed! She...” Urahara never finished his sentence as the females three inch heels connected with his forehead.

Setting her gaze on Isshin, “Does Ichigo know”

Said man started twiddling his thumbs, “Well... you see...”

“Dammit Isshin! How could you leave your son like that? What if it’s a trap?”

Damn stupid parents! She said muttering while fishing out her phone from her pocket, dialing Ichigo’s number. One minute she was holding her phone, the next instant, Urahara was taking the batteries out of the said phone.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you my dear” Uruhara said, still holding her phone. The seriousness of his statement hidden beneath the jolly tone he used.

“And why the hell not?”

“Because they are currently making me grandbabies!” Isshin said, eyes glazed, the Cheshire grin still on his stupid face. “Cute little Ichigos and prattle little Rukias! Twins run in our family you know!

Yuroichi slapped his hands away and sighed “Let me get this straight, from the very beginning, you knew who Rukia really was, and yet you purposefully allowed her to stay with your son?”

Isshin was still grinning madly while nodding his head.

“Why?”

“It involves a certain sun and moon meeting each other” Urahara said, his face covered by his fan.

The stupid prophecy! She narrowed her eyes on the two. She knew from the start that these two were crazy. “You two better be right!” she said as she walked out of the room. Her mind already going over and over the said prophecy.

...

Ichigo just finished cooking the ramen when their doorbell rang. Instantly, he was alert. No one knew of his location not, except Uruhara, Yuroichi and Renji. And all three knew to call first before. Rukia! He thought with panic, running out of the kitchen, only to find that the door was already open, with the said female talking with somebody.

Fear gripped him. What if it was his enemies? “Rukia!” he said while running to her side.
Rukia stepped aside to reveal their visitor. Ichigo stopped dead in his tracks. “I-Inoe?”

Said blond female smiled and rushed to him. Her arms wrapping around his waist, her face resting on his chest. “Oh Kurusaki kun! I’m so glad that you are ok! I missed you so much! I was so afraid! Nobody from the company was telling me where you were, as if you just vanished from the face of the earth! Even Ishida kun was not telling me anything! And you were not even calling or mailing me... i was really worried!” she said, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Ichigo stepped out from the blond’s arms and held her by the shoulders, arms length. “How the hell did you find me Inoue?” he asked. Oh he was already planning in his head how to punish whoever disclosed his location to the young girl.

“Well, I um, hehe... I kind of borrowed Renji’s computer”

“Define ‘knid of borrowed’ “ he said curtly. Oh he is going to kill Renji. Damn stupid pineapple!

“Don’t worry Kurosaki kun! I returned it immediately! He never even knew that I took it!” she said smiling, proud of the accomplished feat.

Oh hell! Ranji, you fucking moron! He is so going to kill his partner. Painfully. Slowly. He will make the said pineapple suffer. He was brought back to earth with the sound of someone clearing their throat. He looked up to find Rukia looking at them, arms crossed, brows furrowed, eyes like slits, her usually upturned lips drawn down into a frown.

Oh shit!

Orihime turned her attention to the said girl. She was, well, cute to say the least. Small and petite, with short shoulder length hair, and small frame. Orihime smiled inwardly. The said girl would never even compare to her. Physically, she would always be more womanly than her. There was no competition there.

“Ne, Kurosaki kun. Who is she?” she asked innocently. Not even waiting for an introduction, she turned towards the petite female and introduced herself. “Hi! I’m Inou Orihime” she said “Ichigo’s friend” she further added and wrapped her arms to his, clinging to him, silently staking claim, her body screaming out the words that she never even uttered, ‘he’s mine’

Rukia’s face was impassive. There was a haughty aura surrounding her. Not one flicker of emotion in her composed face, and her voice was clear and cold. “Im Rukia” she said, not offering any other information. “I’ll leave you two alone” she said as she brushed passed the two, leaving them alone.
Ichigo was rooted to the spot. He didn’t even hear the conversation between the two. All he knew was the hurt and accusation he saw in Rukia’s eyes. She may have had her face  arranged in an emotionless mask, but her violet eyes were belying the emotions which she chose not to show.

Crap!

“Kurosaki kun?”

“Huh?”

“What were you thinking?” Inoe asked His face was sporting his usual frown, but something in his eyes says that everything was not fine.

Ichigo wanted to run after Rukia, but bas he looked at the hopeful eyes of Inoue, he sighed and led the said girl to the sofa. He’d better take care of her first. The sooner she is out of the house, out of their life, he better.

He held out his hand to silence her and called Renji. After taking care of that, he turned to the expectant girl. “Inoue, you are not supposed to be here. If old Yama-ji finds out, you will be in a whole lot of trouble”

Inoue smiled, completely misunderstanding him. “Do not worry about me Kurosaki kun! What is important is that we are together now! Nothing is more important than being with you.”

Ichigo clenched his fists. Really, how dense can somebody get? How can he get it thru hat thick skull of hers  that he doesn’t want her?

“Inoue, don’t mix up my words” he said sternly. “I do not want you here” Never wanted you he added silently. “You are ruining the company’s plans” he added more nicely as he saw the girls face crumple.
“Renji will be here in an hour, then he will drive you back to HQ.”

“Can’t I stay here Kurosaki kun? I took a leave of absence, just so I can be with you for the remaining week of your holiday.”

“No, Inoue” he said. “Stay here and wait for Renji, I need to do something” he stood up and went to the kitchen to look for Rukia. Dammit, whatever conclusions she have derived from the appearance of Inoue, he has to correct it. He could still see her eyes, haunted and hurt. Fuck!

...

Rukia sighed for the nth time. Her butt was getting cold from sitting in the soft ground, her back starting to ache from the rough and uneven tree trunk that her back was resting on. She knew and was aware of the things that her body is feeling. But deep inside, she was cold, numb.

How long has it been? How long had she been living in this fantasy world? Of playing house with a complete stranger? She clenched her fist and closed her eyes. How stupid could anyone get?? Yeah that was she had been, a world class moron.

She remembered how that woman had wrapped herself on Ichigo, claiming him, marking him hers. Oh, how she had itched to pull her hair out and throw her out of the door.

But that was nothing compared to what Ichigo’s reaction to her was. How he just accepted her embrace. How he guiltily accepted her advances, not even trying to get himself free of her grasp. Now, that, that was the worst thing of all. He could have at least had the decency to find a private spot where he and his woman could cuddle. Yet he did it in front of her. Directly in her face. Well, she could admit, it has been effective. He didn’t even need to say anything, from what she saw, she knew the what the real score was.

She had been so stupid. For someone who prided herself with being intelligent, how could she be utterly stupid when it came to matters of the heart.

She looked up at the starlit sky in between gaps of the tree leaves. The moon was shining brightly, covering the forest with its luminescent light. She looked directly at the moon, as if silently praying. Praying for what exactly? She shrugged it off and let another sigh escape her lips. She has to do something. Anything, she just needs to do something about the whole thing.

She clutched her chest. There was a certain kind of pain there. Deep and gnawing.

“How the hell did I end up like this?” she asked the moon. “How can I fall in love with a guy that I barely know? Why do I have to feel like this?”

It was stupid of her really. From the beginning she knew that this, this interlude in their lives was only temporary. But each day she spent with Ichigo, it made her yearn for some sort of permanency. It made her want to be with him, just to be beside him, basking in the affection that he had been showering her for the past three and a half months.

But it was all one sided. She never even asked if he had a girlfriend. She just went on in, playing house with him. Giving him all of her. Thinking that he feels the same way. It was just so pathetic of her. To want and believe that what they feel for each other was the real deal. To even think that they have a future together.

“And to think that I was willing to give up my relationship with Kaien for Ichigo.” she whispered to herself. She was really pathetic.

Kaien. Sweet and understanding Kaien. She knew that he is very much worried about her. The mails that he had been sending her were pleading her to call him. To just reassure him that she was ok. All he was asking was some sort of confirmation that she was alive and well. But of course she was too wrapped up with Ichigo, not wanting to do anything to burst that small bubble that they live in that she ignored all his e-mails.

And her brother. How she had deliberately ignored all her brothers attemps to reach her, pleading her in his e-mails to talk to him.

She had missed so much in her life. And would have been content to leave it that way too, if it meant being with Ichigo.

Enough she told herself as she stood up and brushed herself off. She would not let him see her like this. She has to salvage some of her pride. She will not let him see how much it has affected her. After all, she is a Kuchiki, and Kuchiki’s never let their emotions get the better of them. With a deep breath, she marched back inside the cottage, her mind already working on her plans.

.....

Ichigo was pacing at the backyard. He had already searched for the midget around the vicinity but he couldn’t find her. It has been more than a n hour since she walked out and he has et to find a single trace of her. The moon is already up and the wind was getting colder by the minute. And yet she was still out there.

“Damn it!” he cursed loudly.

“You are the only guy alive who is immune to Inoue’s charm”

Ichigo whirled suddenly, finding the source of the voice. Dammit he curse silently, he was so distracted that he didn’t even her Renji coming.

Renji looked at his partner. Boy, was he distraught! And he could guess why. He had seen and talked to Inoue a while ago. But before he could utter another word, Ichigo has punched the daylights out of him. “What the fuck is your problem man!” he said while wiping the blood in from a cut in his lips.

“You! You damn stupid baboon!” he said while aiming another punch in Renji’s face.

Renji sidestepped him and tried to put some distance between them. “What is it this time?” he asked, his hands held up as if in surrender. He has an idea why Ichigo was so angry. But he could not comprehend why he was angry at him? It wasn’t his fault that Inoue was crazy about him, willing to move to hell and back just to see him. And it’s not as if he told her to visit him here.

“You told Inoue where I am!” Ichigo said accusingly. “Dammit Renji! How could you let her come here? What if she had been followed?” he asked angrily.

“Whoa there big guy! I did not in any way reveal your location to her!”

“ But your carelessness did! If a damn bimbo could pilfer that information from your pc without you knowing, then I guess it would be a walk in the park for our enemies!” Ichigo still has this urge to beat the daylights out of his imbecile of a partner.

“That’s impossible! My pc has an encrypted lock and pass code.” He said not believing that Inoue had even touched his pc, much less was able to use it. But the look that Ichigo gave him had him cursing as well. “That bitch! I have to let Urahara get me a new security program in my pc”

“Renji, I swear, I can kill you this very moment. Be thankful that I still have my control.”

Renji heard the openly veiled threat in Ichigo’s voice. “Hey it’s not my fault that Inoue’s so obsessed with you!” He could still see the dangerous glitter in Ichigo’s face, but decided to take his chances. He was not convinced that Inoue finding out his location is what got him in this stage of rage.

“And what exactly is your problem? The fact that Inoue is here or what Inoue’s presence means to Rukia?”

If looks could kill, Ichigos glare could have killed him in the spot. “Don’t you dare include her in this” he hissed.

“Tell me Ichigo, have you even told her about your ‘reinstatement’? What do you plan to tell her about it. When do you plan to tell her? Next week when the chopper lands here to pick you up?”  Noticing the uncertainty in Ichigo’s demeanor, he decided to egg him further “Did your even think about her? Or were you opting for the ‘sorry sweetheart, but times up, ciao’ line?”

“Shut the fuck up Renji!” In all honestly, he has not thought that far. But he knew that whatever happens he would want Rukia to be there with him. He still doesn’t know how. But it was as if he took it for granted that his job would not allow her to stay with him.

“What? Got nothing to say?” Renji looked at Ichigo’s stony face. He knew the things that were running in his partners mind. “You know you can’t keep her.”

Ichigo closed his eyes. Renji was right. He could not keep her with him. Not with the line of job that he does. With her trying to prolong a mans life while he ends it. No, she cannot be with him.

“I know” he said quietly.

“Look man, you’ve had your fun. But times up. It’s time to go back to the real world. Let her go. It has been fun, but it’s not real. It can never be for keeps” seeing as he was able to deliver his message clearly. “I’m taking Inoue back to HQ. You, do what needs to be done. I’ll see you in a week” with that Renji went inside to get Inoue.

Ichigo stood motionless in the dark. He heard Renji’s car speed out of the driveway, but still he did not move. All this time, all he wanted was to receive the order that he can come back. He never knew what would be at stake.

..........

Rukia could not move from her spot near the trees. It was like her heart was being crushed in a vise grip. All it took was two simple words from Ichigo. ‘I know’ he has said. He never even countered Renji. Never even bothered to defend their relationship.

How could she have been utterly blind and clueless?

She has to get out of here. She has to get away from him. She won’t wait for him to throw her out and leave her. No, she will leave. Immediately.

She stepped out of the shadows. The minute she did, Ichigo was running towards her, Relief etched in his features.

“Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea how long I have been standing here?” Ichigo wanted to explain everything to her. But instead of an explanation, he ended up shouting at her. Stupid! He berated himself.

Rukia held her mask in place. If she didn’t know better, she would say that it was concern she could read in his amber eyes. But she knew better. It could be annoyance, it could be guilt, but not concern. Concern would be equivalent to having feelings for her. But much as it hurt to admit, he does not have any. It was all just lust on his part. Nothing more.

Without saying anything, she sidestepped and ignored him, purposefully walking towards the cottage without any glance or any form of acknowledgement.

“Rukia!” he grabbed her arm. He still does not know what to say, but he’ll be dammed if he’ll just let her walk out that easy. But the coldness in her eyes had him swallowing whatever words he wanted to say. Cold and emotionless, he could not even see a flicker of emotion in them. “Rukia...” what? What exactly does he want to say?

“If you have nothing to say, then let go of me, it’s late and I want to rest” she said without even flinching. She wasn’t Byakuya’s sister for nothing.

Ichigo closed his eyes “please, just listen for a moment” he said. It unnerved him to see her eyes, her usually vibrant eyes so cold and distant. She arched up an eyebrow, waiting. Ichigo didn’t let go of her arm, instead he closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s not what you think” he started, “Inoue and I, were not, it’s not like that” Please believe me, his mind sreamed.

She didn’t resist his pull nor his embrace. But neither did she reciprocate it. She stood there, unmoving, hands on her sides, not saying anything.

“Dammit Rukia!” he was shaking her slightly, intent of getting any kind of reaction from her. He could accept her anger, even a full sermon. He was prepared to brace the worst. Anything from the petite girl in his arms. Anything but indifference.

He looked into her eyes. Letting his emotions reveal itself through his eyes. Believe me, it says. Please believe me.

Rukia could almost see the sincerity in his eyes. They were looking at her directly, intently, openly. Her heart almost melted in the honesty written in his amber irises. There was nothing more she would like than to be surrounded by his warm embrace. To hear words of affection from him. To feel his heart beat in tempo with hers.

But she couldn’t. She could hear his words over and over again. And every time, something insode her dies. She was no more than a passing fancy for him. Someone he could disregard and leave behind when the time is up. A toy. A fucking toy that he can just throw away once it’s purpose was accomplished.

And it hurts. Its hurts so fucking much to know that he had planned to just up and leave after everything that has happened between them. It was not just the physical part, but the day by day life that they have shared here. She actually believed that he cared. He made her believe that he cared!

“I would really love to rest now.” She said still in that cold monosyllabic tone.

“Listen to me Rukia. There has never been anything between me and Inoue. I do not like her! Not in that way!” His hands were gripping her shoulders tightly. “What I feel for her is nothing to what I feel for you! You have got to believe that”

Rukia’s heart contracted painfully at her chest. Is it really possible? Could he really love her?

He could see some crack in her hard cold eyes. “Never think that Inoue could even compare to you” he said more softly. “It’s not her that I want.” Looking directly in her eyes “I want you Rukia, only you”

He could feel her mask slipping. How easy it is to just accept his words. But the conversation he had with Renji would not just stop replaying over and over again in her mind.  She closed her eyes, and against better judgement she let herself be engulfed once again in his warm embrace. Maybe, just maybe, there is still some hope.

She reached out and touched his face, her thumb gently tracing the swell of his prominent cheekbones. “What do you feel for me Ichigo?” she asked quietly.

Gone were the cold indifferent eyes, instead, he was looking at her violet orbs, mesmerized by their depth. He opened his mouth, trying to find the words, but no sound came out. He cares for her, that is a fact. He wants her there, beside him, to be always with him. But is that enough? He knew what she was asking for. He knew what she wanted to hear. But he is just not ready to voice it out.

She saw the indecision in his eyes, and the small flame of hope within her was extinguished in an instant. And the feeling of hurt was almost debilitating.

“I... Rukia... I...” he saw the light in her eyes grow dim. He saw her put her hands down to her side and step away.

“No” he said absently as he grabbed her arms again. “I want you Rukia... I have never wanted anything in my whole life the same way that I want you. Isn’t that enough?”

Rukia shrugged out of his hold and stepped away. “We can’t always get what we want Ichigo” she said sadly then turned and went inside the cottage, not even looking back. If she did, then she would have seen the way Ichigo’s hands were trying to reach her or how he slowly crumpled to the ground.

....

Rukia pretended to be asleep when she heard Ichigo’s footsteps on the stairs. She could not take any more confrontation. Not tonight, when she still feels as if her heart has been ripped out shredded into a million pieces.

Ichigo  Turned towards Rukia in bed. She has her back to him. And it irked him to see her that way. As gently as he could he pulled her into his body and wrapped his arms around her small waist. It always made him wonder that despite their height differences, she always seemed to fit perfectlty in his arms. He kissed the back of her head and tightened his hold on her.

“You belong here, with me, in my arms.” He whispered to her ear. “ I do not know if this is love, but I do know that no one has ever made me feel the way that you do. I want you in my life. With me. Beside me.” He nuzzled his face in her neck, breathing in the familiar scent of her. “I know that it is selfish of me to want you like this. But I can’t help myself” he continued on.

He knew she couldn’t hear him, but he had to say it. “I cannot offer you a decent life. My life, is not something that I can share with you. Not because I don’t care, but because you are important, much too important to me. I do not want your life endangered just because of what I do.”

Rukia has heard enough. And much as she wants to stay in her arms, with him, she knew that she cannot. With tears in her eyes, she faced the surprised Ichigo and saw the emotion that she wanted to hear from him earlier.

“Rukia... I...” she brought her finger to his lips. “Shhh...” she said. With tears still brimming from her eyes “Just love me for tonight Ichigo”

Ichigo didn’t need any more urging.  He swooped down and captured her lips in a fierce kiss. Rukia welcomed his attentions like a dessert welcomes the rain. She allowed her tongue to parry with his, her hands stroking and touching. She matched his actions, her fingers travelling and teasing. Her mouth following the movements of her fingers.

There was urgency and need in their actions as both tried to show each other how they feel. It was all  silk and heat. A sensual fire stroked by their hands and tongues. Their body rhythmically moving wanting to get close to each other as they possibly can, giving more of themselves in each arch and thrust.

Ichigo intertwined his fingers with hers. As his mouth descended on hers, nibbling her jaw. He could sense her need. She was near the brink of climax but he wanted more, “You’re mine!” he said. “Mine forever” he said his hands tightening their hold on hers. Her face was flushed, beads of sweat were forming in her forehead, her back arching, her hips gyrating to meet each thrust. “Say it Rukia” he said thrusting deeper. “Say it!”

Rukia tried to focus. Her world was slowly spinning dizzily in her head, her senses escalating to new heights. “Yours” she said panting “”Always... yours!” she breathed out as her world collapsed around her. Ichigo climaxed as soon as he heard her utter those words. With his hand still entwined with hers, their body still joined intimately, he kissed her one last time and let his body relax above hers “Your mine” he breathed out one last time before  he let sleep claim him.

Rukia welcomed his weight on her. With the last of her remaining strength, she kissed their joined hands and let sleep claim her. She couldn’t undo what she had already done. But tonight, this was for them. A memory that she will forever cherish in her heart.




A/N

Guys, book two of twisted fate will soon start... as you can see on the chapter titles, all of the past chapters were titled Memories. Meaning that these are all recap of the past, to get back to where Ichigo is in the first few paragraphs of chapter 1.

Just thought i should give you guys a heads up about it. Just in case you get confused once i start with the book 2.

Anyway... i know it has been so long, but what do you guys think? Please hit that review button below and tell me what you guys think. It is because of your reviews that I have not given up on this story. Give enough reasons to post the next chapter, um like more than five reviews at least??? Pweeetty pweeetttty pwueesshhh?




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