Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Last Chance ❯ Beating Death ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Angst / Supernatural | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.17.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 489 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 8-17-03
(Last Chance - Chapter Eight: Beating Death)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Beating Death
-
Rotting wood crossed over the door and precariously remained in tact
by only a few rusty screws. Eyeing the faded and obviously abandoned
warehouse with caution, Heero carefully slipped between the boards
and into the gloom beyond. At his side, the numbers on the watch
glowed faintly, and he hastily covered up that bit of light to avoid
being seen if anyone was waiting. Moving deeper into the dusty room,
Heero's eyes adjusted enough to reveal the vast emptiness of the
warehouse, not so much as a single box held inside.
"...Heero!"
Whirling immediately towards the sound of the voice, it didn't take
long for him to spot the slim figure standing over by the far wall.
Running over, eyes searching for anyone else in the building, Heero
noted with great relief the other boy did not seemed harmed in anyway.
"Duo...!" he stopped himself from embracing the American, but just
barely. Holding back at an arm's length, he scanned over the other's
face, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine," Duo replied in a confused voice, tilting his head to
one side quizzically. "What are you doing here, Heero?"
"...I," Heero stared at Duo for a moment, then glanced out at the
seemingly empty warehouse. "What are you doing here?"
With a mock pout, Duo crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back
up the wall. "No fair, I asked you first." When Heero couldn't think
of a coherent response, Duo frowned slightly and took a step forward,
lifting a hand to caress down the Japanese youth's face. "How did you
find me, Heero?" he asked quietly, moving even closer.
Words failed him, and Heero was sure his heart was going to beat right
out of his chest. Hardly daring to breathe, to hope, he met Duo's gaze
and opened his mouth to respond...
...and found Duo's lips over his, cutting off whatever words he might
be ready to conjure. Recovering from his shock, Heero swept Duo into
his arms, lengthening the kiss between them. All his fear, tangled
with hope, he poured into the embrace, never wanting it to end. No
kiss had tasted sweeter or meant so much to him, and not just because
it was part of his mission. No, he missed Duo's warmth, the softness
of the boy's lips.
If ever before he had doubted any part of his love, that doubt was
gone now as he held Duo with a desperation, never wanting to release
the American. When they parted enough for words Heero found himself
unable to speak, and only able to stare into Duo's eyes, willing it
not to be a dream. Faces only inches apart, Heero longed to close that
gap and resume the kiss, but something in Duo's expression stopped
him. Not rejection, no, but something else that mad Heero's heart
skip from a steady rhythm to a flutter. Something more.
Finally, Heero found his voice however unsteady, "Duo... I..."
Duo's soft lips parted almost imploringly, as if to speak, but closed
to form a thoughtful ghost of a smile. Heero stared, forgetting what
he had intended to say, transfixed by the beauty held in that smile.
Amethyst eyes stared back at him, shimmering with...
"Love. Duo, I love you," Heero tighten his grip on Duo, his own words
echoing around in his head. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Heero."
For a moment, the world stopped. Heero braced himself, reflexively
holding Duo closer as his mind slowly grasped the full extent of what
had just happened. He had done it...!
Endlessly black eyes stared back at him with silent laughter.
Heero blinked, suddenly releasing the boy in his arms and taking a
half-step back. Those eyes... Duo smirked. No, not Duo...
"Your face, priceless!" Shinigami laughed, no longer the former
Gundam pilot but the same dark-eyed, brown haired youth Heero was use
to. "I'll remember it forever. 'Love! Duo, I love you!'" the God
dissolved into giggles, collapsing to the cement floor. "Ahaha! Too
priceless!"
"...you bastard."
"Yes, actually," Shinigami managed between laughs, beaming up at
Heero as if expecting a cookie instead of...
...Heero launched himself on top of the mirthful God, futilely trying
to beat out his frustrations. As before, he found himself punching
thin air as Shinigami appeared a little ways off, suddenly not looking
so amused.
"Hey! Lay off!" the God huffed with a haughty flick of his clothes,
as if dispatching dust. "Is this the thanks I get, you ungrateful
jerk?" Shinigami fumed, shooting Heero a vengeful look worthy of
Death Glare status.
"Thanks?!" Heero raged, picking himself off the ground and returning
the glare in kind. "Thanks for WHAT? You send me back on Relena's
birthday, of all the days, in her bed, of all places! You've done
nothing but make this difficult for me since day 1! And now? Now you
just pretended to be the man I love and wasted over four hours of my
time! I don't have much time left, Shinigami, and I won't fail Duo.
I can't fail him! So, I ask you, what should I thank you for?"
"The chance, Heero," the God replied in an icy voice, all hint of
mischief and humor gone, leaving only darker than black eyes without
a hint of humanity or compassion. "There are no rules in a bargain
with Death, Heero. If I so chose, the game could end here. No Duo, no
chance, just you and your failure, and a cold dead body."
Feeling as if he'd just been slapped across the face, Heero stared at
the God in horror. "You... you wouldn't. You can't."
Shinigami laughed without humor, a chilling sound that sent shivers
down Heero's spine. "I can, Heero, oh but I can."
The pronouncement hung between them until finally Shinigami turned
away with an dismissing wave of his hand, "But I won't. Where would
be the fun in that, beyond watching you scream like a little girl?
There might not be any rules in this bargain, but I'll play it fair
irregardless. I told you three days I'll give you three days."
"Wait. Shinigami... is Duo here?"
The God turned partially with a shrug, "Not anymore."
"Do you know where he is? Please, no more of your tricks..."
Dark eyes rose to meet Heero's pleading gaze, and Shinigami sighed,
running a hand through his hair. "Actually, I do. Back where you were,
Heero. 837 Capital street. I'm not promising he'll stay there long."
"...Thank you," Heero said, once again all alone.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
"...last stop. Thank you for traveling and have a nice day."
Muzzily, Heero lifted his head from its place wedged between the
window and the seat and peered around the abandoned train compartment.
For several seconds he just stared, unable to comprehend why the train
was not moving. Slowly, the reason dawned on him and Heero stumbled
out from his seat, his exhaustion largely mental, instead of physical,
despite having fallen asleep on the ride back.
"Duo..." he sighed, moving through the crowd on the platform and
towards the nearest exit. 837 Capital street. The address tugged at
him, requesting to be recognized, but Heero could not think... No
matter, he thought, side-stepping a transient and ignoring the cat
calls from a cluster of prostitutes. Trusting Shinigami was his best
bet at this time, even though so far everything going wrong could
almost be directly linked to the God's interference.
Heero neatly ignored the fact that without Shinigami he wouldn't even
have this opportunity, too caught up in raging silently against that
arrogant smirk.
31:04:18:95
Just a little over a day left. Heero stopped staring at the glowing
numbers and quickened his pace, boots thudding a brisk rhythm against
the cement. Plenty of time if he hurried.
He nearly passed by the building, intent on silently cursing Shinigami
in every language he knew. Stopping, Heero stared up at the
nondescript building and the corresponding street address, 837 Capital
street. Suddenly, Heero wished for a far more extensive vocabulary.
The police station. The fucking police station.
"I'm sick of your games, Shinigami," Heero growled as he turned on a
heel and stalked away. From the shadows, the answering laugh confirmed
his anger, but Heero declined to acknowledge the God's mirth.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
He woke from a dream in which he chased Duo and, when he finally
caught the boy, the sound of a heart monitor flat lining drowned them
both in darkness. Disorientated for a few brief, confused minutes,
Heero recognized the sharp sound that had shaken him from sleep was
still continuing. Gun shots, screams, the distant wail of sirens.
Burying the whispered, lingering images from the dream, Heero rolled
off the couch in Duo's apartment with a thud, a take-out box impaling
his side. Gaining his feet, Heero moved through the mess and to the
door still half-asleep, driven by curiosity. He stopped with one hand
on the doorknob as the shots ended and the squeal of tires was just
barely heard from out in the street.
Heero stared down at his hand, still clutched around the doorknob.
16:35:29:41
He groaned aloud, leaning his head forward to contact solidly against
the door with a reverberating thunk. With growing panic, he'd searched
high and low for Duo until falling into restless sleep only a few
hours ago. And he was at worse than square one. So much worse.
The sirens, no longer distant, demanded Heero out into the hall and
down into the lobby. Sudden, irrational fear gripped him as he walked
outside and into the chaos. Crowds gathered, held back by worn-out
looking officers, drawn by the same mutual curiosity. Just a few
apartment buildings down, blood soaked cement and bullet-riddled
walls spoke volumes for the gruesome crime committed. Needlessly,
Heero caught the whisper from the crowd; a drive-by shooting.
About to turn away, Heero stopped cold, eyes immediately snapping
back to the crime scene and ambulance. More precisely, to the dead
body on the gurney being loaded into the back of the vehicle. One the
paramedics stepped aside, allowing Heero and the rest of the crowd a
clear look.
Eyes staring forever blankly upwards, Ys looked surprisingly calm in
death. The paramedic absently zipped the body bag closed and Heero
felt vaguely cheated, having been robbed the satisfaction of killing
the man himself.
Heero was already pushing the door open to go back up to the apartment
when a woman's voice stopped him. "Hey! 'Chu that new hot thing of
Dee's, right? His sugar in the blue? S'why you not helpin' 'em scrape
Ys off the sidewalk?"
Heero turned, leaning up against the doors and fixing a blank stare on
the girl who bounced over. Literally. Her hair, curls twisted up into
twin ponytails, quivered in rhythm to the girl's quick, light steps
on precariously thin heels. And the rest of her looked ready to
bounce out. Not that Heero was looking.
"Hn?"
The girl, Heero struggled to remember her name, was the same one that
had showed up at Duo's... a day and a half ago. It seemed an eternity.
"Said, 's'why you not helpin' 'em?'" the girl grinned, as if her
question suddenly made sense once repeated. "'Chu a cop, right? S'why
Dee got off his rap?"
"No. I'm not a cop," Heero replied with strained patience. "Do you
know where Du... Dee is?"
"S'yah! 'Chu don't? 'splains why's he's still there. S'all over the
street, ya know, 'n so now with Ys being swiss it'll be, like... stuff
of legends or something like that. Christ, can't believe Ys did that,
he must've been shootin'," she giggled.
"Where is he?"
"Who? Ys? Oh, ya, Dee. 'Chu know? Locked up."
Feeling as if he'd just been slapped, Heero gaped at her, "Locked up?
As in... prison?"
"S'yah! Since, like, yesterday when they busted 'm. I never knew Dee
had that in him. All that, like, violence..."
Wishing he understood more than just every other word of the girl's
bubbling, annoying voice, Heero gritted his teeth and asked, "What
happen?"
Heavily mascara-coated lashes blinked, "He killed 'm."
Boggled, Heero reflexively glanced over to the bloodied sidewalk,
"Ys? Duo did that?!"
"D-what? No, s'gang did that to Ys, 'cause of Dee. 'Cause, see, Dee,
like, really didn't like being traded off like that, right? S'en he
totally wigged out and killed those guys Ys traded 'm to. And the
rest of 'em, that weren't there when Dee wigged, came over and gave
Ys what," she spilled out with a beaming smile. One lid closed into a
saucy wink, "'Chu busy, hot stuff?"
"...Yes," Heero muttered, moving around her quickly. 837 Capital
street. The bastard wasn't lying. To think, Duo had been there all
along! Kicking himself for his stupidity, Heero hardly registered the
girl's shouted good-byes as he melted into the dissipating crowd.
Duo... Dammit! This wasn't going at all like he had planned!
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A uthor's Notes: Blame Kate. She requested I work on Last Chance as her birthday present, sooo... Happy Birthday, Kate!
I'm so excited. This is my first story to get 100+ reviews. Thank you
to every single person who reads, and double thanks to those who
review! Thank you, thank you!
My goal is to finish this before school starts on the 20th. I'm not
entirely sure I can do it, but I really am going to try!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
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(Last Chance - Chapter Eight: Beating Death)
rated: PG13 - language, content shounen-ai/yaoi
Beating Death
-
Rotting wood crossed over the door and precariously remained in tact
by only a few rusty screws. Eyeing the faded and obviously abandoned
warehouse with caution, Heero carefully slipped between the boards
and into the gloom beyond. At his side, the numbers on the watch
glowed faintly, and he hastily covered up that bit of light to avoid
being seen if anyone was waiting. Moving deeper into the dusty room,
Heero's eyes adjusted enough to reveal the vast emptiness of the
warehouse, not so much as a single box held inside.
"...Heero!"
Whirling immediately towards the sound of the voice, it didn't take
long for him to spot the slim figure standing over by the far wall.
Running over, eyes searching for anyone else in the building, Heero
noted with great relief the other boy did not seemed harmed in anyway.
"Duo...!" he stopped himself from embracing the American, but just
barely. Holding back at an arm's length, he scanned over the other's
face, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine," Duo replied in a confused voice, tilting his head to
one side quizzically. "What are you doing here, Heero?"
"...I," Heero stared at Duo for a moment, then glanced out at the
seemingly empty warehouse. "What are you doing here?"
With a mock pout, Duo crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back
up the wall. "No fair, I asked you first." When Heero couldn't think
of a coherent response, Duo frowned slightly and took a step forward,
lifting a hand to caress down the Japanese youth's face. "How did you
find me, Heero?" he asked quietly, moving even closer.
Words failed him, and Heero was sure his heart was going to beat right
out of his chest. Hardly daring to breathe, to hope, he met Duo's gaze
and opened his mouth to respond...
...and found Duo's lips over his, cutting off whatever words he might
be ready to conjure. Recovering from his shock, Heero swept Duo into
his arms, lengthening the kiss between them. All his fear, tangled
with hope, he poured into the embrace, never wanting it to end. No
kiss had tasted sweeter or meant so much to him, and not just because
it was part of his mission. No, he missed Duo's warmth, the softness
of the boy's lips.
If ever before he had doubted any part of his love, that doubt was
gone now as he held Duo with a desperation, never wanting to release
the American. When they parted enough for words Heero found himself
unable to speak, and only able to stare into Duo's eyes, willing it
not to be a dream. Faces only inches apart, Heero longed to close that
gap and resume the kiss, but something in Duo's expression stopped
him. Not rejection, no, but something else that mad Heero's heart
skip from a steady rhythm to a flutter. Something more.
Finally, Heero found his voice however unsteady, "Duo... I..."
Duo's soft lips parted almost imploringly, as if to speak, but closed
to form a thoughtful ghost of a smile. Heero stared, forgetting what
he had intended to say, transfixed by the beauty held in that smile.
Amethyst eyes stared back at him, shimmering with...
"Love. Duo, I love you," Heero tighten his grip on Duo, his own words
echoing around in his head. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Heero."
For a moment, the world stopped. Heero braced himself, reflexively
holding Duo closer as his mind slowly grasped the full extent of what
had just happened. He had done it...!
Endlessly black eyes stared back at him with silent laughter.
Heero blinked, suddenly releasing the boy in his arms and taking a
half-step back. Those eyes... Duo smirked. No, not Duo...
"Your face, priceless!" Shinigami laughed, no longer the former
Gundam pilot but the same dark-eyed, brown haired youth Heero was use
to. "I'll remember it forever. 'Love! Duo, I love you!'" the God
dissolved into giggles, collapsing to the cement floor. "Ahaha! Too
priceless!"
"...you bastard."
"Yes, actually," Shinigami managed between laughs, beaming up at
Heero as if expecting a cookie instead of...
...Heero launched himself on top of the mirthful God, futilely trying
to beat out his frustrations. As before, he found himself punching
thin air as Shinigami appeared a little ways off, suddenly not looking
so amused.
"Hey! Lay off!" the God huffed with a haughty flick of his clothes,
as if dispatching dust. "Is this the thanks I get, you ungrateful
jerk?" Shinigami fumed, shooting Heero a vengeful look worthy of
Death Glare status.
"Thanks?!" Heero raged, picking himself off the ground and returning
the glare in kind. "Thanks for WHAT? You send me back on Relena's
birthday, of all the days, in her bed, of all places! You've done
nothing but make this difficult for me since day 1! And now? Now you
just pretended to be the man I love and wasted over four hours of my
time! I don't have much time left, Shinigami, and I won't fail Duo.
I can't fail him! So, I ask you, what should I thank you for?"
"The chance, Heero," the God replied in an icy voice, all hint of
mischief and humor gone, leaving only darker than black eyes without
a hint of humanity or compassion. "There are no rules in a bargain
with Death, Heero. If I so chose, the game could end here. No Duo, no
chance, just you and your failure, and a cold dead body."
Feeling as if he'd just been slapped across the face, Heero stared at
the God in horror. "You... you wouldn't. You can't."
Shinigami laughed without humor, a chilling sound that sent shivers
down Heero's spine. "I can, Heero, oh but I can."
The pronouncement hung between them until finally Shinigami turned
away with an dismissing wave of his hand, "But I won't. Where would
be the fun in that, beyond watching you scream like a little girl?
There might not be any rules in this bargain, but I'll play it fair
irregardless. I told you three days I'll give you three days."
"Wait. Shinigami... is Duo here?"
The God turned partially with a shrug, "Not anymore."
"Do you know where he is? Please, no more of your tricks..."
Dark eyes rose to meet Heero's pleading gaze, and Shinigami sighed,
running a hand through his hair. "Actually, I do. Back where you were,
Heero. 837 Capital street. I'm not promising he'll stay there long."
"...Thank you," Heero said, once again all alone.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
"...last stop. Thank you for traveling and have a nice day."
Muzzily, Heero lifted his head from its place wedged between the
window and the seat and peered around the abandoned train compartment.
For several seconds he just stared, unable to comprehend why the train
was not moving. Slowly, the reason dawned on him and Heero stumbled
out from his seat, his exhaustion largely mental, instead of physical,
despite having fallen asleep on the ride back.
"Duo..." he sighed, moving through the crowd on the platform and
towards the nearest exit. 837 Capital street. The address tugged at
him, requesting to be recognized, but Heero could not think... No
matter, he thought, side-stepping a transient and ignoring the cat
calls from a cluster of prostitutes. Trusting Shinigami was his best
bet at this time, even though so far everything going wrong could
almost be directly linked to the God's interference.
Heero neatly ignored the fact that without Shinigami he wouldn't even
have this opportunity, too caught up in raging silently against that
arrogant smirk.
31:04:18:95
Just a little over a day left. Heero stopped staring at the glowing
numbers and quickened his pace, boots thudding a brisk rhythm against
the cement. Plenty of time if he hurried.
He nearly passed by the building, intent on silently cursing Shinigami
in every language he knew. Stopping, Heero stared up at the
nondescript building and the corresponding street address, 837 Capital
street. Suddenly, Heero wished for a far more extensive vocabulary.
The police station. The fucking police station.
"I'm sick of your games, Shinigami," Heero growled as he turned on a
heel and stalked away. From the shadows, the answering laugh confirmed
his anger, but Heero declined to acknowledge the God's mirth.
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
He woke from a dream in which he chased Duo and, when he finally
caught the boy, the sound of a heart monitor flat lining drowned them
both in darkness. Disorientated for a few brief, confused minutes,
Heero recognized the sharp sound that had shaken him from sleep was
still continuing. Gun shots, screams, the distant wail of sirens.
Burying the whispered, lingering images from the dream, Heero rolled
off the couch in Duo's apartment with a thud, a take-out box impaling
his side. Gaining his feet, Heero moved through the mess and to the
door still half-asleep, driven by curiosity. He stopped with one hand
on the doorknob as the shots ended and the squeal of tires was just
barely heard from out in the street.
Heero stared down at his hand, still clutched around the doorknob.
16:35:29:41
He groaned aloud, leaning his head forward to contact solidly against
the door with a reverberating thunk. With growing panic, he'd searched
high and low for Duo until falling into restless sleep only a few
hours ago. And he was at worse than square one. So much worse.
The sirens, no longer distant, demanded Heero out into the hall and
down into the lobby. Sudden, irrational fear gripped him as he walked
outside and into the chaos. Crowds gathered, held back by worn-out
looking officers, drawn by the same mutual curiosity. Just a few
apartment buildings down, blood soaked cement and bullet-riddled
walls spoke volumes for the gruesome crime committed. Needlessly,
Heero caught the whisper from the crowd; a drive-by shooting.
About to turn away, Heero stopped cold, eyes immediately snapping
back to the crime scene and ambulance. More precisely, to the dead
body on the gurney being loaded into the back of the vehicle. One the
paramedics stepped aside, allowing Heero and the rest of the crowd a
clear look.
Eyes staring forever blankly upwards, Ys looked surprisingly calm in
death. The paramedic absently zipped the body bag closed and Heero
felt vaguely cheated, having been robbed the satisfaction of killing
the man himself.
Heero was already pushing the door open to go back up to the apartment
when a woman's voice stopped him. "Hey! 'Chu that new hot thing of
Dee's, right? His sugar in the blue? S'why you not helpin' 'em scrape
Ys off the sidewalk?"
Heero turned, leaning up against the doors and fixing a blank stare on
the girl who bounced over. Literally. Her hair, curls twisted up into
twin ponytails, quivered in rhythm to the girl's quick, light steps
on precariously thin heels. And the rest of her looked ready to
bounce out. Not that Heero was looking.
"Hn?"
The girl, Heero struggled to remember her name, was the same one that
had showed up at Duo's... a day and a half ago. It seemed an eternity.
"Said, 's'why you not helpin' 'em?'" the girl grinned, as if her
question suddenly made sense once repeated. "'Chu a cop, right? S'why
Dee got off his rap?"
"No. I'm not a cop," Heero replied with strained patience. "Do you
know where Du... Dee is?"
"S'yah! 'Chu don't? 'splains why's he's still there. S'all over the
street, ya know, 'n so now with Ys being swiss it'll be, like... stuff
of legends or something like that. Christ, can't believe Ys did that,
he must've been shootin'," she giggled.
"Where is he?"
"Who? Ys? Oh, ya, Dee. 'Chu know? Locked up."
Feeling as if he'd just been slapped, Heero gaped at her, "Locked up?
As in... prison?"
"S'yah! Since, like, yesterday when they busted 'm. I never knew Dee
had that in him. All that, like, violence..."
Wishing he understood more than just every other word of the girl's
bubbling, annoying voice, Heero gritted his teeth and asked, "What
happen?"
Heavily mascara-coated lashes blinked, "He killed 'm."
Boggled, Heero reflexively glanced over to the bloodied sidewalk,
"Ys? Duo did that?!"
"D-what? No, s'gang did that to Ys, 'cause of Dee. 'Cause, see, Dee,
like, really didn't like being traded off like that, right? S'en he
totally wigged out and killed those guys Ys traded 'm to. And the
rest of 'em, that weren't there when Dee wigged, came over and gave
Ys what," she spilled out with a beaming smile. One lid closed into a
saucy wink, "'Chu busy, hot stuff?"
"...Yes," Heero muttered, moving around her quickly. 837 Capital
street. The bastard wasn't lying. To think, Duo had been there all
along! Kicking himself for his stupidity, Heero hardly registered the
girl's shouted good-byes as he melted into the dissipating crowd.
Duo... Dammit! This wasn't going at all like he had planned!
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~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
A uthor's Notes: Blame Kate. She requested I work on Last Chance as her birthday present, sooo... Happy Birthday, Kate!
I'm so excited. This is my first story to get 100+ reviews. Thank you
to every single person who reads, and double thanks to those who
review! Thank you, thank you!
My goal is to finish this before school starts on the 20th. I'm not
entirely sure I can do it, but I really am going to try!
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net