Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Black Queen ❯ Drawk cab ( Chapter 13 )
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LSE // 1-9-03
(The Black Queen - Chapter Thirteen: Drawk cab)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Drawk cab
"What are you doing, Yuy?" Wufei asked once curiosity had firmly
gotten the better of him. Out of respect he refrained from stealing a
look to the glowing laptop screen.
"Research," Heero muttered, eyes firmly locked on the scrolling text
before him. He finally glanced up and motioned the other man over
with a flick of his head. "I've accessed the mental hospital's
records for the time Duo was there."
Wufei's dark eyebrows rose, not in surprise that Heero had been able
to acquire the records but surprised he had not done so sooner. He
understood, though, that there was no longer a war and, in the peace,
such hacking was against the law. However, Wufei did not believe
justice was violated by the action, since the hospital obviously had
not acted honorably towards Maxwell or any of the other patients.
He looked over the words with mingled disgust and amusement, "Maxwell
was issued solitary confinement for 'violent and disruptive behavior
with gross disregard for authority and regulations?' ...That sounds
like him."
"Look here, where it says who was roomed with."
"Patient #2149, Letoivsky."
A few clicks and keystrokes later another file opened, but it was
blank but for the barest facts. "Classified?" Wufei read aloud,
"Released? The girl was released?"
"According to Duo, she killed two orderlies and then faked her own
death, but I haven't found any mention of the incident in the
hospital records and the media reports are slim."
"Why are her files classified? Was the girl in the government?"
"Hn. Duo said she claimed to be a spy, but the country she reported
working for does not exist."
"She'd be a fool to tell random strangers her real purpose."
"Hn. Look here," Heero brought up another page and tapped at the
screen slightly before leaning back in his chair.
"Double Phoenix? I never heard of them..." Wufei scanned the page,
"Fanatic group, destroyed by Oz. I don't see the connection, but this
is an old Oz report, isn't it?"
Heero nodded slightly, "Look at the leader's name."
"Letoivsky? That has to be a coincidence."
"The leader escaped the Oz attack alive."
"There must be several with that last name," Wufei countered, "just
like how there are many named Yuy, Maxwell or even Chang."
Heero glanced up, a calculating look in his eye as he sighed faintly
and shook his head, "I don't like coincidences."
--------------------------------------------------- -------------------
"Get out," Natasha growls. She sounds angry. Is she talking to Sally?
I don't know why she'd be mad at Sally, but I'd rather not have the
woman start walking again. I wish she would just set me down
someplace. Honestly, I'm not a bag of carrots one can simply carry
around. Now introducing the Portable Duo, from Shinigami Inc.
As if hearing my silent complaints, Sally shuffles slightly and I'm
placed on to a surprisingly comfortable bed. A man's voice speaks low
and gently to Natasha, "This is my house, too, Tashka."
"And if you don't remove yourself from my sight, I will scream."
"Tashka, you shouldn't be like this. Who are your friends?" he asks
politely, not waiting for an answer from her as I hear him say to
Sally in the same, polite and cultured tone, "Pleased to meet you,
I'm Sven Letoivsky."
Letoivsky! That's Natasha's last name. I wish I had heard the
conversation before the growled rejection. If they're relating, I hope
he isn't her husband. She's far too young to be married.
Sally doesn't give her name, but when she replies it's in a reserved,
cautious voice, "Perhaps you should listen to her?"
"Sven," Natasha hisses, "leave!"
"Tashka, please, won't you at least give me a hug? A kiss on the
cheek? I have not laid eyes on you in so long!"
Natasha gives a shrill cry of pure rage, "Why must you be so
infuriating?! Get out, get out! You are a monster and I never want to
see you again, now LEAVE!"
He replies quietly, in a hurt tone, "I'm sorry to hear that, Tashka
my darling. Maybe, when you've given it some thought, you'll take
back those words and we can properly greet another. It was nice meet
you," he says to Sally, then pauses slightly and I bet he's looking
at me. I'd look at me, too. "Should I send a doctor for the man? He
does not seem to be that well..."
"I am a doctor," Sally says briskly, but with civility. I can almost
hear Natasha's angry breathing. Straining carefully, I can catch the
soft sound of feet on carpet and then the much louder sound of the
door closing. It gives a distinctly metallic noise and I hear locks
clicking and whirling automatically.
Silence reigns supreme in the room and I can almost hear the curious
stare Sally but be sneaking at Natasha, but it doesn't effect the
calm, medical precision in the way she checks me over. When she
touches my forehead to feel for fever, I stir enough to let them know
I'm at least partially awake. It takes more and more effort now to
open my eyes and actually talk, but easy enough to listen.
"How are you feeling, Duo?" I don't bother to respond, but the
question didn't need one anyway. Sally continues on, a questioning
tone as the words are directed to both Natasha and me, "If we're
going to be staying here for a while, I can take the bullet out. It
has to come out soon." Left unsaid is 'or he'll die' but we all
pretty much know the words are there, hovering over us.
Natasha lets out a heavy sigh, "You're right. Sven... I don't trust
him, not at all!" she says fiercely, "but there's nothing we can do.
He won't let us leave, now, and... the bullet has to come out," she
sighs again. "What supplies do you need?"
"Anesthesia, or alcohol. Disinfecting alcohol as well, lots of it.
I've got some basic tools in here, but I wouldn't say no to a good,
sharp and clean knife. Sanitation is most important, I don't want to
risk infection."
"And what about the poison?"
Sally whispers the reply, so I can't hear it. I hate it when they do
that. It's probably easy for them to forget I'm listening.
"I have to track down a laptop," Natasha says once they've finished
the whispered conversation. I hear the door open then close, and then
it's just me and Sally.
"Someone owes me a big explanation," Sally grumbles, and I hear her
drag over a chair to the bed and sit in it. "That girl..." she lets
out an angry huff of breath, "Hey. Duo, you awake?"
"Sh-ure."
"What? Nevermind. Hold on, it'll be better once the bullet's out.
Honestly, what sort of quack doctor leaves something like that in a
person? Especially one in such an advanced hospital with formidable
staff and equipment? The war's over, Duo, time to stop throwing
yourself into danger like this," Sally chuckles a little. She's just
rambling on in a soothing voice; talking for simply the sake of
talking, like I use to do. Will do. Soon.
"Did you hear that? Sounds like footste..." a knock interrupts
Sally's words and she rises, calling, "Who is it?"
"Sven, may I please come in?" he makes it seem like a sincere request
even though there is an underlying threat, as if to explain there is
no other option.
Sally obviously isn't stupid. She opens the door after a moment of
fiddling with the locks. "Natasha won't be very pleased. I think she
meant what she said."
"Tashka is very angry with me, but she'll calm down eventually.
Pardon, I don't believe I caught your name earlier...?"
"Susanne," Sally lied smoothly without a quaver of hesitation.
"Ah. I see... do you have a sister named Sally, perhaps?" he chuckled,
indicating Sally must have given some startled look, "I am sorry, it
says Sally Po on the handle of your medical bag, there. You did say
you were a doctor..."
"Oh, yes. I never liked the name Sally much. Only use it for legal
purposes and such. You may call me Doctor Po."
"Doctor Po. A pleasure. Has Tashka mentioned me to you much?"
"I'm afraid she's never spoke of her father."
Father. So, that's who the man is. It makes sense, he sounds like an
older man with some youth left in him. Tashka must be a pet name,
since he wasn't confused by Sally's reference to Natasha.
"Who is this young man, here? Is he badly ill?"
Sally shifts minutely closer, her shadow falling over me. "He's not
badly ill, in fact, if he wasn't sleeping he could tell you that
himself. Ah, don't worry," a bit of teasing slips into her voice,
"he's not Natasha's elicit lover."
Sven coughs slightly to suppress a laugh, "Then, is he yours?"
"No, just a friend. I'm afraid he's quite taken, though," Sally
added, as an after thought. "May I ask, why is Natasha angry with
you?"
"Ah," the man sighs heavily, "my Tashka. My dear, sweet Tashka. I'm
afraid she isn't quite all there. I love her; she is my daughter,
after all, my most precious, but she is not well in the head, you
see. I sent her some place for her own good, and she apparently has
not forgiven me. Don't worry, Tashka cannot stay mad at me long."
I wish now that I had gotten a chance to sneak a peak to Natasha's
file at the asylum, like she had to mine. I can't tell if he's
telling the truth, because Natasha never mentioned her father to me.
It is possible that she was admitted under her father's orders, like
Heero did for me.
Sally plays dumb, "But you must have gotten her released, right? It
seems she should forgive you, then."
Natasha's father sounds mournful, "I wish she would forgive me.
Maybe... maybe you could help me convince her of this, yes?"
"I'll see what I can do," Sally replies carefully. She knows better
than to commit herself to anything.
Suddenly, the door clicks and whirls and the two of them fall silent.
Natasha's angry voice comes next as she all but screams, "What are you
doing here? I told you to get out!" Her anger shocks me a little,
because I've never seen her angry before. She always seems so calm
and collected, very professional.
"I simply came to see your friends, Tashka. This one seems very sick,
but I am glad you have Doctor Po. What is that you have there,
Tashka-darling? You are far too young to be drinking..."
She briskly ignores him, addressing Sally instead, "I couldn't find
anything but strong scotch. I did get my hands on plenty of the other
kind, though."
Sally sounds flustered, "It's not for me," she protests, taking the
offered bottles. "Did you find anything else?"
"Will this knife work?
"It will suffice, I suppose."
"Who are you operating on, him? You would be better off in a
hospital," Sven offers with a sly smile, as if he knows we are trying
to avoid that sort of attention. When neither of them immediately
offers a suitable excuse, he says in an almost proud yet still
scolding manner, "You've gotten yourself involved in something."
"Not like you," Natasha retorts in a cold tone.
He ignores her anger, "Is it anything I can help with?"
"I don't need your help."
"Tashka, please. Do you let your friend suffer because we are having
a disagreement..."
"Disagreement?" Natasha's voice rises, shaking with disbelief, "You...
you bastard! This is no mere 'disagreement' and I don't understand
what you're trying to accomplish by acting all...fatherly! You don't
care about me, you never have! What do you want from me? Why are you
doing this? What could you possibly gain with this sham?"
"Tashka..."
"Don't! Don't 'Tashka' me, Sven!"
"Please, calm down. Please don't say such things to me. I had thought
you would understand by now, everything I did was because I love you,
Tashka. You are my daughter."
"Just because you fucked my mother does not make you my father!"
"Language, Tashka! Language, please. It is unbefitting a young lady."
"Er, Natasha," Sally offers diplomatically, "maybe you shouldn't yell
so loudly here? Duo's trying to rest..."
Natasha grumbles in reply, but doesn't shout anything more, for
which I'm grateful. I wonder if he deserves her fury. He seems to
truly care for her, but it could be an act. But, like Natasha, I
can't see what he stands to gain from putting on a performance.
"I am trained in field medicine, perhaps I can assist? Hold your
instrument tray, at least?" Sven implores, to which his daughter
gives a rude snort but holds her tongue.
It hits me, then, what's going on. Sally's going to cut me open and
pluck a bullet from my gut.
With nothing but scotch to dumb the pain.
"I could use an extra set of hands..." Sally says in an unsure tone,
as if asking Natasha for permission.
"I'm going to check the data on this disk, then. Let me know if I'm
needed," Natasha replies in a calmer voice and I hear the all too
familiar sounds of a laptop booting up.
-------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Just as promised, the seemingly innocent wood gave a metallic clang
when Wufei banged a fist on it. The sound faded quickly into the
pre-dawn streets, still devoid of traffic or pedestrians. A
rectangular slit opened and a pair of stern eyes peered out, silently
observing.
It wasn't until Wufei said the password Natasha had given him out
loud that he caught the simplest trick of arrangement in it. "Xine
Ohp El Boud..." he repeated it back to himself after the words had
been recited for the guard.
He could have kicked himself for not noticing it sooner.
xineohP elbouD... Double Phoenix.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I have fanart! Seriously! Storm, you rule! Let's all
give Storm a hug.
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=136016
Isn't that just the spiffiest? ^_^() Even if she did spell my last
name wrong... Oh well, it's close enough I suppose. This chapter
wasn't *as* long as the past two, but that's because I managed to
scrawl it out rather quickly. The move of my computer into my room
was actually completely, so...yippee! I can now live in my room for
substantial periods of time and I have an alarm clock so I won't be
late to school ^_^ happiness!
Oh, by the way, the chapter title is "Backward" spelled backwards...
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(The Black Queen - Chapter Thirteen: Drawk cab)
rated: PG13 - violence, language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Drawk cab
"What are you doing, Yuy?" Wufei asked once curiosity had firmly
gotten the better of him. Out of respect he refrained from stealing a
look to the glowing laptop screen.
"Research," Heero muttered, eyes firmly locked on the scrolling text
before him. He finally glanced up and motioned the other man over
with a flick of his head. "I've accessed the mental hospital's
records for the time Duo was there."
Wufei's dark eyebrows rose, not in surprise that Heero had been able
to acquire the records but surprised he had not done so sooner. He
understood, though, that there was no longer a war and, in the peace,
such hacking was against the law. However, Wufei did not believe
justice was violated by the action, since the hospital obviously had
not acted honorably towards Maxwell or any of the other patients.
He looked over the words with mingled disgust and amusement, "Maxwell
was issued solitary confinement for 'violent and disruptive behavior
with gross disregard for authority and regulations?' ...That sounds
like him."
"Look here, where it says who was roomed with."
"Patient #2149, Letoivsky."
A few clicks and keystrokes later another file opened, but it was
blank but for the barest facts. "Classified?" Wufei read aloud,
"Released? The girl was released?"
"According to Duo, she killed two orderlies and then faked her own
death, but I haven't found any mention of the incident in the
hospital records and the media reports are slim."
"Why are her files classified? Was the girl in the government?"
"Hn. Duo said she claimed to be a spy, but the country she reported
working for does not exist."
"She'd be a fool to tell random strangers her real purpose."
"Hn. Look here," Heero brought up another page and tapped at the
screen slightly before leaning back in his chair.
"Double Phoenix? I never heard of them..." Wufei scanned the page,
"Fanatic group, destroyed by Oz. I don't see the connection, but this
is an old Oz report, isn't it?"
Heero nodded slightly, "Look at the leader's name."
"Letoivsky? That has to be a coincidence."
"The leader escaped the Oz attack alive."
"There must be several with that last name," Wufei countered, "just
like how there are many named Yuy, Maxwell or even Chang."
Heero glanced up, a calculating look in his eye as he sighed faintly
and shook his head, "I don't like coincidences."
--------------------------------------------------- -------------------
"Get out," Natasha growls. She sounds angry. Is she talking to Sally?
I don't know why she'd be mad at Sally, but I'd rather not have the
woman start walking again. I wish she would just set me down
someplace. Honestly, I'm not a bag of carrots one can simply carry
around. Now introducing the Portable Duo, from Shinigami Inc.
As if hearing my silent complaints, Sally shuffles slightly and I'm
placed on to a surprisingly comfortable bed. A man's voice speaks low
and gently to Natasha, "This is my house, too, Tashka."
"And if you don't remove yourself from my sight, I will scream."
"Tashka, you shouldn't be like this. Who are your friends?" he asks
politely, not waiting for an answer from her as I hear him say to
Sally in the same, polite and cultured tone, "Pleased to meet you,
I'm Sven Letoivsky."
Letoivsky! That's Natasha's last name. I wish I had heard the
conversation before the growled rejection. If they're relating, I hope
he isn't her husband. She's far too young to be married.
Sally doesn't give her name, but when she replies it's in a reserved,
cautious voice, "Perhaps you should listen to her?"
"Sven," Natasha hisses, "leave!"
"Tashka, please, won't you at least give me a hug? A kiss on the
cheek? I have not laid eyes on you in so long!"
Natasha gives a shrill cry of pure rage, "Why must you be so
infuriating?! Get out, get out! You are a monster and I never want to
see you again, now LEAVE!"
He replies quietly, in a hurt tone, "I'm sorry to hear that, Tashka
my darling. Maybe, when you've given it some thought, you'll take
back those words and we can properly greet another. It was nice meet
you," he says to Sally, then pauses slightly and I bet he's looking
at me. I'd look at me, too. "Should I send a doctor for the man? He
does not seem to be that well..."
"I am a doctor," Sally says briskly, but with civility. I can almost
hear Natasha's angry breathing. Straining carefully, I can catch the
soft sound of feet on carpet and then the much louder sound of the
door closing. It gives a distinctly metallic noise and I hear locks
clicking and whirling automatically.
Silence reigns supreme in the room and I can almost hear the curious
stare Sally but be sneaking at Natasha, but it doesn't effect the
calm, medical precision in the way she checks me over. When she
touches my forehead to feel for fever, I stir enough to let them know
I'm at least partially awake. It takes more and more effort now to
open my eyes and actually talk, but easy enough to listen.
"How are you feeling, Duo?" I don't bother to respond, but the
question didn't need one anyway. Sally continues on, a questioning
tone as the words are directed to both Natasha and me, "If we're
going to be staying here for a while, I can take the bullet out. It
has to come out soon." Left unsaid is 'or he'll die' but we all
pretty much know the words are there, hovering over us.
Natasha lets out a heavy sigh, "You're right. Sven... I don't trust
him, not at all!" she says fiercely, "but there's nothing we can do.
He won't let us leave, now, and... the bullet has to come out," she
sighs again. "What supplies do you need?"
"Anesthesia, or alcohol. Disinfecting alcohol as well, lots of it.
I've got some basic tools in here, but I wouldn't say no to a good,
sharp and clean knife. Sanitation is most important, I don't want to
risk infection."
"And what about the poison?"
Sally whispers the reply, so I can't hear it. I hate it when they do
that. It's probably easy for them to forget I'm listening.
"I have to track down a laptop," Natasha says once they've finished
the whispered conversation. I hear the door open then close, and then
it's just me and Sally.
"Someone owes me a big explanation," Sally grumbles, and I hear her
drag over a chair to the bed and sit in it. "That girl..." she lets
out an angry huff of breath, "Hey. Duo, you awake?"
"Sh-ure."
"What? Nevermind. Hold on, it'll be better once the bullet's out.
Honestly, what sort of quack doctor leaves something like that in a
person? Especially one in such an advanced hospital with formidable
staff and equipment? The war's over, Duo, time to stop throwing
yourself into danger like this," Sally chuckles a little. She's just
rambling on in a soothing voice; talking for simply the sake of
talking, like I use to do. Will do. Soon.
"Did you hear that? Sounds like footste..." a knock interrupts
Sally's words and she rises, calling, "Who is it?"
"Sven, may I please come in?" he makes it seem like a sincere request
even though there is an underlying threat, as if to explain there is
no other option.
Sally obviously isn't stupid. She opens the door after a moment of
fiddling with the locks. "Natasha won't be very pleased. I think she
meant what she said."
"Tashka is very angry with me, but she'll calm down eventually.
Pardon, I don't believe I caught your name earlier...?"
"Susanne," Sally lied smoothly without a quaver of hesitation.
"Ah. I see... do you have a sister named Sally, perhaps?" he chuckled,
indicating Sally must have given some startled look, "I am sorry, it
says Sally Po on the handle of your medical bag, there. You did say
you were a doctor..."
"Oh, yes. I never liked the name Sally much. Only use it for legal
purposes and such. You may call me Doctor Po."
"Doctor Po. A pleasure. Has Tashka mentioned me to you much?"
"I'm afraid she's never spoke of her father."
Father. So, that's who the man is. It makes sense, he sounds like an
older man with some youth left in him. Tashka must be a pet name,
since he wasn't confused by Sally's reference to Natasha.
"Who is this young man, here? Is he badly ill?"
Sally shifts minutely closer, her shadow falling over me. "He's not
badly ill, in fact, if he wasn't sleeping he could tell you that
himself. Ah, don't worry," a bit of teasing slips into her voice,
"he's not Natasha's elicit lover."
Sven coughs slightly to suppress a laugh, "Then, is he yours?"
"No, just a friend. I'm afraid he's quite taken, though," Sally
added, as an after thought. "May I ask, why is Natasha angry with
you?"
"Ah," the man sighs heavily, "my Tashka. My dear, sweet Tashka. I'm
afraid she isn't quite all there. I love her; she is my daughter,
after all, my most precious, but she is not well in the head, you
see. I sent her some place for her own good, and she apparently has
not forgiven me. Don't worry, Tashka cannot stay mad at me long."
I wish now that I had gotten a chance to sneak a peak to Natasha's
file at the asylum, like she had to mine. I can't tell if he's
telling the truth, because Natasha never mentioned her father to me.
It is possible that she was admitted under her father's orders, like
Heero did for me.
Sally plays dumb, "But you must have gotten her released, right? It
seems she should forgive you, then."
Natasha's father sounds mournful, "I wish she would forgive me.
Maybe... maybe you could help me convince her of this, yes?"
"I'll see what I can do," Sally replies carefully. She knows better
than to commit herself to anything.
Suddenly, the door clicks and whirls and the two of them fall silent.
Natasha's angry voice comes next as she all but screams, "What are you
doing here? I told you to get out!" Her anger shocks me a little,
because I've never seen her angry before. She always seems so calm
and collected, very professional.
"I simply came to see your friends, Tashka. This one seems very sick,
but I am glad you have Doctor Po. What is that you have there,
Tashka-darling? You are far too young to be drinking..."
She briskly ignores him, addressing Sally instead, "I couldn't find
anything but strong scotch. I did get my hands on plenty of the other
kind, though."
Sally sounds flustered, "It's not for me," she protests, taking the
offered bottles. "Did you find anything else?"
"Will this knife work?
"It will suffice, I suppose."
"Who are you operating on, him? You would be better off in a
hospital," Sven offers with a sly smile, as if he knows we are trying
to avoid that sort of attention. When neither of them immediately
offers a suitable excuse, he says in an almost proud yet still
scolding manner, "You've gotten yourself involved in something."
"Not like you," Natasha retorts in a cold tone.
He ignores her anger, "Is it anything I can help with?"
"I don't need your help."
"Tashka, please. Do you let your friend suffer because we are having
a disagreement..."
"Disagreement?" Natasha's voice rises, shaking with disbelief, "You...
you bastard! This is no mere 'disagreement' and I don't understand
what you're trying to accomplish by acting all...fatherly! You don't
care about me, you never have! What do you want from me? Why are you
doing this? What could you possibly gain with this sham?"
"Tashka..."
"Don't! Don't 'Tashka' me, Sven!"
"Please, calm down. Please don't say such things to me. I had thought
you would understand by now, everything I did was because I love you,
Tashka. You are my daughter."
"Just because you fucked my mother does not make you my father!"
"Language, Tashka! Language, please. It is unbefitting a young lady."
"Er, Natasha," Sally offers diplomatically, "maybe you shouldn't yell
so loudly here? Duo's trying to rest..."
Natasha grumbles in reply, but doesn't shout anything more, for
which I'm grateful. I wonder if he deserves her fury. He seems to
truly care for her, but it could be an act. But, like Natasha, I
can't see what he stands to gain from putting on a performance.
"I am trained in field medicine, perhaps I can assist? Hold your
instrument tray, at least?" Sven implores, to which his daughter
gives a rude snort but holds her tongue.
It hits me, then, what's going on. Sally's going to cut me open and
pluck a bullet from my gut.
With nothing but scotch to dumb the pain.
"I could use an extra set of hands..." Sally says in an unsure tone,
as if asking Natasha for permission.
"I'm going to check the data on this disk, then. Let me know if I'm
needed," Natasha replies in a calmer voice and I hear the all too
familiar sounds of a laptop booting up.
-------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Just as promised, the seemingly innocent wood gave a metallic clang
when Wufei banged a fist on it. The sound faded quickly into the
pre-dawn streets, still devoid of traffic or pedestrians. A
rectangular slit opened and a pair of stern eyes peered out, silently
observing.
It wasn't until Wufei said the password Natasha had given him out
loud that he caught the simplest trick of arrangement in it. "Xine
Ohp El Boud..." he repeated it back to himself after the words had
been recited for the guard.
He could have kicked himself for not noticing it sooner.
xineohP elbouD... Double Phoenix.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I have fanart! Seriously! Storm, you rule! Let's all
give Storm a hug.
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=136016
Isn't that just the spiffiest? ^_^() Even if she did spell my last
name wrong... Oh well, it's close enough I suppose. This chapter
wasn't *as* long as the past two, but that's because I managed to
scrawl it out rather quickly. The move of my computer into my room
was actually completely, so...yippee! I can now live in my room for
substantial periods of time and I have an alarm clock so I won't be
late to school ^_^ happiness!
Oh, by the way, the chapter title is "Backward" spelled backwards...
Ryoko-onee!! I missed you, wanna join the Update ML so you won't miss
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