InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Eat You Alive ❯ I'd Eat You Alive!!! ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6: I'd Eat You Alive!!!

 

The band stepped off the plane at LAX. They warily made their way through the airport, hoping no one would stop them or even recognize them after three hours in the cabin. The boys post-plane clean up consisted of running a hand through their hair and walking on. Sango, being the only girl, tried to fix her hair and straighten her skirt.

 

“God I hate dressing up like this.”

 

“But Sango, my sweet, you look absolutely ravishing.” Miroku smiled and lifted his hand.

 

“Stow it houshi-sama.” She glared at his offending appendage as it ran through his bangs again.

 

The man sighed. “I am so misunderstood.” He grumbled, knowing that she was really grouchy if she called him by that little nickname.

 

They walked out the doors and to the waiting taxi, knowing their baggage was already at the hotel.

 

“Demolish Inns and Suites on Atkin's Avenue.” Totosai shouted at the driver. “And step on it.”

 

“Sure thing boss.” The driver called back while grumbling to himself, “I'll show you step on it…..”

 

The two youkai in the back pretended not to hear. Totosai because he was making a call and Inuyasha because he was too busy trying to hold his breath. The cab smelled worse than the roadies. It was a tortuous ten minutes for the hanyou wedged between the old man and the `traitor' in a smelly cab driving to a slightly less smelly hotel. Sango had it a little better. She just had to deal with a leering cabbie up front who was trying to look down her blouse.

 

Once they reached the hotel, they had to make a mad dash for the elevators. Dodging rabid fans screaming their names in every direction. It was a tense ride to the top floor, and when they got in the room much belly aching was heard.

 

“I can't believe there was a women's soccer team staying here.” Sango collapsed on the bed. “Who would've thought the largest amateur tournament in California history was scheduled for this week.”

 

“I think the old man did it just to grate on our nerves.”

 

“I didn't think it was that bad.”

 

“Shut up!” Was heard from the other two.

 

“I can't believe I learned to talk for this.” Miroku sighed. “Shouldn't have wasted my time.”

 

“On the bright side, we got our own rooms for once.” Sango cheered up.

 

“Speak for yourself.” Inu groused.

 

“I am.” She smiled.

 

Miroku sighed again. “Why do I always have to share my living space with the grump?”

 

“What?!” Inu's brow twitched as he held up a fist.

 

“N-nothing.” The monk stuttered and backed up a few steps.

 

“Good news kids.” Totosai called from the door.

 

All three groaned anew.

 

“I just spoke with Kagome.” Inu's ears perked up from their disguise, “She'll be here in about fifteen minutes to entertain you.”

 

“Yay.” Sango enthused. “What's she got lined up? Flirt-with-the-perv time?”

 

Miroku rolled his eyes when Inu growled. “Thanks a lot Sango.”

 

Her eyes became wide and innocent. “What?”

 

“Touchy, touchy Inuyasha.” Totosai shook his head. “No Sango, she's just going to show you a few places here in LA and maybe treat you to dinner. If you're nice.”

 

“She said that?” Sango was shocked. She hadn't pegged Kagome as a giving kind of girl.

 

Totosai scratched his head. “Not exactly.” She fell back onto her bed with a groan.

 

“So what do we do until she gets here?” Inu grumped.

 

“Wait.”

 

Inuyasha started pacing. “I hate waiting.”

 

An hour later she got there. Finally finding the room, she was greeted with “What took you so long wench?”

 

“Now I remember why I was loath to agree to this.” She mumbled.

 

Sango bounced up. The petite woman might be after her man, but even she was a sight for sore eyes after an hour of the hanyou's blather. “So what are we doing?”

 

Kagome blinked at the woman who was grinning like a loon. “I was thinking we could eat at my favorite place, but right now I'm considering just walking back out.”

 

Sango grabbed her arm. “Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaase stay.” She leaned in to whisper. “I am so sick of being the only girl with these two.”

 

Kagome smiled a little. “I can understand that.”

 

The older girl laughed outright. “Good thing too. I don't think anyone else realizes what horrible company they can be.”

 

The boys grumbled and followed them to the elevators. Once out, they followed Kagome to the parking lot. Then, after walking fore-ev-er, they finally reach her little blue Neon.

 

“You drive a Neon?” Inuyasha scoffed.

 

Kagome's brow twitched in annoyance. `I will not yell at him. I will not yell at him. I will not yell at-' “Hey jackass! Get off my hood!”

 

“Feh.” He skid off. “Just checking to see of it was good enough for you.”

 

The girl growled and stomped to the driver's side. She unlocked the doors and climbed in. Miroku and Sango got into the back and Inuyasha barely had time to step into the passenger's seat before she gunned it and took off at speeds reached before only by a sprinting youkai.

 

“Is it good enough now?!” Kagome screamed at him amidst honking horns and screeching tires.

 

“Yes.” He gasped, peeling his skull from the headrest and desperately trying to fasten his seatbelt. “This is not a regular Neon.”

 

“No it's not.” She bit out.

 

They reached `The Pink Jewel' in about five minutes, even though it was across town.

 

Sango leapt from the back seat, only to hug and kiss the ground. “LAND!!” She cried.

 

Inu looked queasy and Miroku was holding his heart, which was about to beat out of his chest, when they stumbled from the little blue deathtrap.

 

Kagome's smile was spiteful as she climbed out and stared down at the hanyou. “I've been fixing cars for about three years now. Since all the agencies said I was too short to be a model in America, and thrashed my dreams. This is a souped up six cylinder with nitro boosters. Feel lucky I'm a good driver.” She stomped off to find a table for four.

 

Sango glared at Inuyasha. “Never piss her off again or so help me god…..”

 

He got up from the parking lot asphalt and shook himself. “I'll try.” He coughed and followed the girl inside. `She likes rock music and fixes cars. How awesome is that?'

 

Miroku sidled up to Sango. “So, how was it for you?” He smirked.

 

Sango turned her glare at him. “Shut up. Just because I grabbed your arm it doesn't mean anything.”

 

“Oh-ho-ho. What about when you were screaming my name?” He smirked lecherously.

 

An eye roll was followed by a feminine growl, and a beautiful fist was the last thing he saw.

 

Sango wiped her hands together and walked in.

 

“Where's Miroku?” Kagome asked when the girl sat down with them.

 

“He'll be along presently.” Sango stated with a vicious smirk.

 

Inu shook his head. “I'll go get him.”

 

Kagome looked at Sango. Sango looked at Kagome.

 

“So,” Kagome cleared her throat. “Is there something between you and Miroku I should know about?”

 

“What?” Sango screeched. “Why do you say that?” Her voice was abnormally high and Kagome raised an elegant eyebrow.

 

“I can read people Sango.” She stared at the older girl. “And I can tell. Don't worry though. You've got dibs and I don't go after men that are spoken for.” Kagome sighed. “He is really cute though. You're so lucky.”

 

“Why would you say that?” The girl looked around anywhere but in front of her.

 

“I told you already. I can read people.” She looked away, thinking of her boyfriend and the bastard before him. “Most people anyway. And it looks like he's had dibs on you for a while.”

 

Sango's head flipped to the front. “Wha-?”

 

“Found him.” Inuyasha called, interrupting their little conversation.

 

“Thank God.” Kagome said. She tilted her head. “Is he alright?”

 

Miroku swung his head to an upright position. “Juz figh.”

 

“He's always like this after Sango gets a hold of him.”

 

“What?” Kagome was confused.

 

“Yep.” Inuyasha propped Miroku in his seat. “He gropes, she punches. It's their thing.”

 

The girl's eyes brightened. “Oh, I see.” She smiled at Sango as the bassist blushed.

 

A slight figure approached the table. “Hello. My name is Shippou and I'll be your waiter for the evening. Can I get you started with something to drink?”

 

“Aren't you a little young to be working here?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“Hardly. I'm probably older than you.” The russet haired teen said. Then added quietly so only a youkai could hear, “Puppy.”

 

Inuyasha was shocked for a moment. Then he took a closer look and sniffed delicately.

 

“It's alright guys.” Kagome assured them. “I'll have the usual Shippou.”

 

“Sure thing Kagome.” He wrote down her order on his note pad. “And for the rest of you?”

 

Miroku and Sango weren't affected by his appearance. To them he looked like a regular teen. But Inuyasha saw he was a very little, and very young, kitsune. With apprehension he said, “I'll have a lager.”

 

“I need to check your ID. Puppy.” The kit smirked.

 

Inu growled and got out his wallet. He pulled the New York driver's license from it's sleeve and showed it to the brat.

 

“Okay. One Dr. Pepper and one lager.” He scribbled. “And for you miss?”

 

“Make that two Dr. Peppers.”

 

“And two lagers.” Miroku said and showed the boy his ID.

 

“Okay. I'll have that for you right away.” He tucked the pad in his apron and pulled the menus from under his arm. “While I'm getting that for you, might I suggest the Emperor's Lasagna or Red Hot Ribs? They're our specials for today.”

 

“Thanks Shippou. I think we'll be okay.” Kagome smiled at him.

 

Inuyasha growled. “What's the soup of the day?”

 

(AN: I have just managed to rhyme three sentences in a row. I'm so ashamed. u.u; )

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*Afterwards*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Sango lurched into the backseat. “So full.” She licked her lips for a lingering morsel of her hot ham and swiss club sub or the delicious hot fudge sundae. Finding none, she sighed. “So good.”

 

Miroku chuckled as he sat down beside her. “Better have been. You ate half my brownie.”

 

Sango let out a contented sigh and sunk deeper into her seat. “Oh, it was. It was.”

 

Kagome and Inu joined them after Kagome said goodbye to Shippou. The kit didn't want Kagome to leave with Inuyasha, but said hanyou was very insistent. He didn't like how that brat was acting all possessive with Kagome. `Damnit, I'm the only one that can have her.' His inner voice raged. He was so happy to get her out of that place he almost shouted in joy.

 

“Well.” Kagome smiled in her rear-view mirror as she started the engine. “How was it?”

 

Sango groaned contentedly and rubbed her belly, happy that Kagome was driving much slower.

 

Miroku translated. “That means, `It was so good I'm about to pop a button'.” He chuckled as Sango grunted at him. “And that means, `Thank you Kagome. Now leave Miroku, the most handsome man in the world, and I alone so I can kiss him to within an inch of his life'.”

 

Sango lifted her hand to smack him, but he was too fast for her, dodging her swipes with a practiced ease. “Stay still Miroku. You know I can't move.” He just laughed.

 

The two up front were grabbing their stomachs from the force of their guffaws. “Where to now Kagome?” Inuyasha wiped the tears from his eyes to look at her. She turned her brightest smile to him and his heart almost thudded out of his chest.

 

“I don't know.” She tried to get feeling back in her cheeks while she struggled for breath. “I've lived here for a while, so it's all ordinary to me. Anywhere you guys would like to go?”

 

Miroku perked up. “The beach?”

 

“That's a little out of the way.” Kagome grinned. “How about we play some pool.”

 

Inu was shocked. Rock, cars, and pool? He had to be dreaming. The only thing missing was-

 

“And then I know this great little cyber-café. The coffee sucks but they have an X-box wired to a big screen plasma TV. It's so cool. When you're playing Halo it's almost like you're really in the game. Total VR quality.”

 

He must have just died and gone to heaven for there was an angel sitting next to him. “You like Halo?”

 

“Yeah. Best game out there. Not as good as Halo 2 though. That's one sequel that actually beat the original, in my book at least.”

 

He gulped down his heart, trying to talk over his shyness. “Do you like any others?”

 

Kagome giggled at him. “Hell yeah! Final fantasy rules. Then there's the classics. Mario Brothers for one. I was so sad when Nintendo stopped making good ones and went to those stupid car racing Mario Brother's Crash, or whatever they're called, games. And I can't leave out Street Fighter, Mortal Combat, Soul Caliber, Tekken.” She caught his look. “My little brother was nuts about fighting games. He made me play against him all the time.”

 

“What about Atari?”

 

“Ah, vintage. Bad graphics and limited mobility, but how could you hate Pac-Man and Centipede?”

 

“I always liked Moon Lander.”

 

“Yeah, but I could never figure out how to get that little ship to land on anything but the rocks.”

 

“I could show you how.” He looked up at her through his bangs. “We've got an adapter for all the oldies back home.”

 

She smiled at him again. “I'd like that.”

 

Sango smiled at Miroku, who was also listening intently to their conversation. “Finally! Now he won't make us play Mortal Combat with him. He always kicks my ass.”

 

“That's only because you insist on being Jade.” Miroku snickered.

 

“Shut up Johnny Cage.”

 

He stuck his tongue out at her. “At least I know one special move. Not like some people.”

 

She glared and gave him a raspberry, totally taking away the vehemence from her glower. “So. It's not like Kohaku ever drilled me on fighting games. Or any games for that matter.”

 

“That's because he was always out playing with that damn sickle thing.” Miroku shuddered. “Gave me the creeps.”

 

Sango's eye twitched. “Are you saying my little brother was creepy?”

 

“No way. Never.” He waved his hands in front of his face, trying to soothe her sisterly rage. “It's just that he could take off my head and I would never know.” His eyes darkened and leered at her. “Not like you with that boomerang. Got me so hot I almost had to strip.”

 

Sango spluttered and blushed.

 

“Drop it Miroku.” Inuyasha called from the front.

 

Kagome glanced at the hanyou as she pulled into `Cue Stick'. “What are they talking about?” She killed the engine.

 

Inuyasha sighed and climbed out. “Sango's dad was really strict. His entire family came over from Japan about a hundred and fifty years ago.” He stretched with a groan, giving Kagome a peek at his toned abs. She suddenly lost her breath. “Back then, they all trained from birth to hunt youkai.” Kagome tilted her head, eyes curious. “Surely you know about Japanese youkai. You did say you came from there, right?”

 

“Well yes. Of course. But I didn't think that they were still around.”

 

Inuyasha coughed. “Yeah. The youkai are gone but the exterminators became Special Ops in the military and shit. Her dad was one of them, just like his dad, and his dad before him, and his granddad before him.” He petered off pathetically.

 

Kagome thought that sounded a bit suspicious but said nothing. “I see. So her father made his children follow in the family footsteps?”

 

“Yeah.” He smiled, thinking she'd bought it. “Sango specialized in this huge boomerang called `Hiraikotsu'. She named her bass after it actually.”

 

“Cool.”

 

“Very.” Miroku piped up behind them. “You should've seen her training. So hot. Only saw it once, but it's something I'll never forget.” He smiled and turned to Sango. “Which reminds me. Do you think Hiten will let you wear that outfit next time we're on tour?”

 

“Shut UP Miroku!” Sango clobbered him and walked briskly into the pool hall while the other two stared after her and the carnage she left behind.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Much later that night*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Kagome followed the group into the hotel lobby after two hours of pool and drinks and another four hours of Halo and more drinks at `Elegance Gentleman's Club'. Miroku's suggestion. It did not go well for him……

 

She was feeling slightly tipsy which was the ONLY reason she let Inuyasha drive her baby this far without killing him.

 

“I can drive home jiz fine Inuyasha.” Kagome hiccupped. “Really.”

 

He held her waist and wrapped one of her arms around him. “No you can't. Have you ever even been to a bar before?”

 

“Of course I have. I am twenty-three you know.”

 

“So you say.” He hobbled behind the other two. “But I bet that was the first time you tried Everclear, wasn't it?”

 

“Maybe.” She let out a long puff of air and wiped the mystery sweat from her brow. “Where are you taking me?”

 

“You're bunking with Sango for the night. After you've gotten over this, then you can drive back. Not before.”

 

“Fine.” She sagged against him. “But only because you won't leave me alone.”

 

He smiled. She was the prettiest drunk he'd ever seen. “Okay, think that if you must.”

 

“I will.” She looked up from the floor. The passing tiles were making her dizzy. “Where did Sango and Miroku go?”

 

“Hmm?” Inuyasha looked away from her flushed face and tried to focus ahead of him. “Guess they already caught the elevator up. Sango wasn't in much better shape than you.”

 

“Aren't you afraid Miroku will try to pull something?”

 

“No way. He might be a pervert, but he is a gentleman. She's been wasted before and all he's ever done is tuck her in.”

 

“Aw. That's so sweet.” Kagome smiled. “I wish someone would do that for me.”

 

Inuyasha softly smiled at her. “Maybe one day someone will.” His eyes fixed on a spot ahead of them. `I would. If you'll let me.'

 

“I hope so.” She stumbled onto the elevator. “But my luck with men sucks.”

 

Inuyasha punched the button for the twelfth floor. “I noticed.”

 

She laughed. “Yeah.” Distracted by a hint of his red tongue slipping out and wetting his lips, she lost her train of thought. They glistened in the dim florescent light, so full and pink. She wanted to eat them up. At that moment, her dream of him came back to haunt her. “But maybe I can turn that around.”

 

“Really.” He looked at her. “How do you figu-” She cut him off with a world-shaking, sparks flying, fireworks before his eyes, passion-filled kiss.

 

Her lips glided across his before pulling his lower lip between hers and sucking it. Her tongue twisted, lapping at it's treasure, sending chills of pleasure down his spine. He was shocked for a moment before giving in to her caress with a groan. She pushed her breasts tighter to his chest and stood on tip-toes, trying to take control. He let her. She twisted her small hands in his silky hair and plunged her tongue into his mouth, pricking the teasing muscle on a hidden fang, but not noticing. He savored her blood, coppery and sweet on his taste buds, and growled low in his chest. His youki surged up and took control of him.

 

Inuyasha grabbed her thighs and pulled her high against him. She straddled his hips and was held tight against the side of the elevator. He delved deep into her mouth, relishing in the honey beneath her tongue and slowly realizing that she tasted faintly of alcohol. `Shit.' His youki receded enough for him to gain lucidity with that knowledge.

 

Reluctantly, he let go of her legs and she slid down his body to the floor. She held on, mainly to stay standing, as he broke the kiss.

 

“Kagome, you're drunk.” He gasped, trying to catch his breath.

 

“No I'm not.” She attempted to nibble on his ear, but only got his neck.

 

His disguise began to waver under the heat of his fervor, but with an iron-hard resolve, he kept it in place. Whimpering under her onslaught, only one thought came to mind: This was sheer torture.

 

“Yes you are.” Catching a whiff of an intent claim from that damn wolf on her neck, he clenched his jaw and fists. “And you have a…..boyfriend.” The word tasted like sand in his mouth as he spit it out.

 

“I do?” She distractedly asked from his collarbone.

 

“Yes.” His nose found it's way to her hair. The lilac shampoo washed over him while her vanilla perfume, spiced with the faint musk of woman, caused a stirring of his youkai once again. He gasped at feeling her smooth fingers grazing his nipple in circles through the thin fabric of his Ramones t-shirt. “What are you doing?”

 

“Am I makin you horny baby?” Kagome attempted Austin Powers but failed miserably.

 

Inuyasha chuckled. “Yes.”

 

“Mmmm.” She moaned. “Then maybe you should lean down here and show me how much.”

 

There are very few moments in a man's life when he's faced with a moral dilemma. This was one of those moments. Kiss her and fool himself into thinking she actually liked him? Or be the bigger man and stop it before it started? But he was just a hanyou bastard, as his brother loved to remind him, and only had so much willpower. His head drifted towards her.

 

There was a ding overhead announcing that the door was about to open and his thoughts were broken. He never really understood how one could be `saved by the bell' until now.

 

“Come on Kagome.” He scooped her up and held her to his chest. Then he walked through the doors only to see Sango and Miroku stumbling down the hall. “Am I the only one that didn't get drunk?”

 

Miroku looked blearily over his shoulder. “You're the only one with youkai blood.” He hiccupped. “Oh, hi Kagome. Didn't see you there.” He quickly sobered up with eyes the size of saucers.

 

Inuyasha's golden orbs were panicked. He looked down to see her sleeping in his arms. “Thank God she's asleep.” He raised glowing eyes to the monk. “You're so fuckin' lucky bouzu.”

 

Miroku laughed nervously and helped Sango back up when she started slipping to the floor.

 

The boys made it to Sango's room and put the girls in the queen size bed. Sango crashed as soon as her head hit the pillow. There was plenty of room for two grown women. Inuyasha tucked Kagome's hair behind her ear and Miroku kissed Sango's forehead. Both girls sighed in their sleep and turned onto their sides.

 

The men closed the door behind them and walked across the hall to their own room. Stripping quickly to his red boxers, Inuyasha looked through Miroku's stuff for his `special box'.

 

“Monk! Where the hell did you put it?”

 

“Mwha?” Miroku called from the bathroom around a mouthful of toothpaste.

 

“My song. The one I kept throwing away.”

 

“Im da dafe.”

 

“What?”

 

“Im da dafe!”

 

“Huh?”

 

Miroku spit. “In the goddamn safe!”

 

Inuyasha walked to the door and stared at him. “Why didn't you say so?”

 

The monk growled. “I did.”

 

“Oh. Well why would you put it in there?”

 

“Because.” He stated, like that was all the reason needed in the world, and rinsed out his toothbrush.

 

“Whatever.” Inuyasha opened the closet door and pushed the hotel's hangers out of the way.

 

“Why do you need it?” Miroku walked over and typed in the code. The door sprang free and he pulled out his box.

 

“Because I just figured out my chorus.”

 

“Really? That's great.” He tried as hard as he could to hide the contents of the his `Shoebox of Goodies' while getting out the pen-written paper and eyeliner-ed scrap. “What is it?”

 

“I'd eat you alive.” He said with pride.

 

Miroku stared unblinkingly at his best friend. “Are you serious?”

 

“Yes.” Inuyasha replied hesitantly.

 

“And that's it?”

 

“Yeah. So?”

 

“What happened in your elevator?”

 

“MYOB!” Inuyasha yelled and grabbed the scraps.

 

Miroku chuckled. “Okay, okay.” He watched Inu grab his acoustic. “So you're finally gonna put the words to music, eh?”

 

“Might as well.” He grabbed the pick and set the papers before him. “Not like we have a choice. Gotta write thirteen songs in two months and save enough time to record them.”

 

“I still say that sucks.”

 

“Yeah, but whacha gonna do?” He tried to find a melody to go with the words he's been writing off and on for almost two months.

 

“Go for it.” The monk crawled under the covers in only the purple PJ bottoms that Sango gave him for his birthday last year. “Just don't keep me up all night.”

 

“Sure thing.” Inu smiled. “Elizabeth.”

 

Miroku grumped and flipped onto his stomach, listening to the hanyou laugh.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Helloooo everybody! Betcha didn't think I could write one this fast huh? It might not be stellar, but I wrote it in two days which is a personal record for me. Thank you for your concern about my kitten. He's such a handful. And for affirming that you do like my choice in music and all the songs that made their way into my fic. You guys ROCK! You're so awesome. I'd forgotten how great you guys are. Now you see what happens when you inspire me? I smiled so big I almost hurt my face.

 

Silver Rain Drops: You made me soooo freakin happy reviewing every chapter like that. Lets me know what you like so I can put more in it to make you happy.

 

Tawdry Lassie: Glad to see you back. And glad that you still like it. `I got a girl' was recorded by Tripping Daisies.

 

Tetsusaiga: Dude, you're the only dude I know of that's reading this. I like to know that. Tells me I'm reaching a broader demographic. And I will keep writing if you keep reviewing.

 

Also, I went back and fixed some typos that a fan brought to my attention. I hope I got all of them. And yes I did mean to spell it `misses'. I know it's a plural, but if you've ever listened to the song you know that's the way Fred sings it. And I have to say this about my spelling of the names. I'm taking creative liberties with that. I know that's not how you'd spell it if you were being picky about Japanese pronunciation/Manga version vs. Anime version, and I know that I'm mixing some spelling of names with not-correct spelling of names. But when I see Kikyo with a `u' on the end of it, it makes me think of a big butt and I know she doesn't have a big butt. Kikyou….. *shudder*

 

All those U's make the names seem to drag out on the long names but they fill in space for shorter names. In English, Totosai and Toutousai sound the same. And I know that Souta sounds the same as Sota so I seem to be contradicting myself, but the version of the name I write is how I see it best fitting the character. Like Sota seems too short for such a great little boy, but Toutousai seems much to long for a simple old man. *cringes* Do you get what I'm saying? I'm not hating on you or anything, I'm just trying to put my thoughts into writing. And it's hard to do. I'm sorry if I'm coming off as a bitch or pissed because I'm neither of those things.

 

I appreciate you pointing that out. Most of the time when I'm proofreading, I miss so much of that stuff because I'm the writer and I'm more concerned about syntax and continuity. I need someone to point that out. But maybe not in a review. I put my e-mail on display for that kind of thing. And if anyone has a penchant for editing and would like to read it over, and won't mind if it's months between when I complete chapters, e-mail me, or tell me in a review.

 

And so:

 

For all that have been with me from the beginning (over six months ago - u.u; ) and for all the newcomers I've acquired: I hope you like this.

 

R&R and thank you so very, very much for doing it.