InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Kagome ❯ Chapter 35

 

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Finding Kagome

 

 

Chapter Thirty Five

 

 

 

 

 

Kagome stretched, or rather she tried to stretch. It was unusually warm and her ability to move had been strangely restricted. Eyes barely open, she took in the curtain filtered half light of early morning. The stark bareness of the pale yellow walls bothered her as her slitted eyes wandered the room in half wakefulness. She still hadn't fully adjusted to this room as being hers. It was then she focused on the scarlet clad arm and leg that were keeping her from full movement.

 

Tilting her chin down and to the side gave the appearance of a frown as she examined with one opened eye the hand attached to the arm draped so fluidly over her middle. It wasn't a dream after all, that was InuYasha's clawed hand. Just like I remember it from my dreams.

 

She twisted her neck to take in the angelically relaxed features of the sleeping hanyou that had imprisoned her in her bed. Halfway on his side with his head turned toward her, there was a soft click that emanated from his slightly parted lips. The pillow beneath his head had a small damp spot just under his cheek where he had drooled in his sleep.

 

It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

 

Kami!! I've got to call Momma!! She cast a glance at the clock on the end table. Too early, she would wake her if she called at this hour.

 

To be sleeping so soundly, InuYasha had to be exhausted. Not wishing to wake him, she realized suddenly that she had no practical experience when it came to escaping love's unconscious embrace. But nature was calling. . . and rather loudly. The entrapping leg was inconveniently placed across her lower abdomen and enhancing her discomfort. Still, she didn't want to disturb him and she let her mind wander for a while hoping he would either move or wake up.

 

She thought about coffee. Always her first thought in the morning, the one thing that would remedy her grogginess. She thought about the things she should be doing to prepare for her class which would be resuming the next morning. She'd done nothing for a week toward getting ready for the cultural fair, she hadn't even played her flute since that last night in her apartment. This made her frown.

 

Then she thought about the reason why all of her normal activities had been put on the back burner. So much had happened so fast, she barely had little time to think through it all. She thought of the kitsune-youkai that had once been like a son to her, and all the questions she hadn't had time to ask.

 

She thought about not having done yet what Shippou had told her, practicing her archery. Instead she had practically crawled into the lap of the demon who had ordered her apartment destroyed.

 

Reflexively she reached to hold the Jewel through her tee shirt. If I had only known before. . . InuYasha was right, I shouldn't have gone anywhere near Kouga. . . A bow would give my intentions away. No one runs around with a bow. . . There must be something else I could use to fight them.

 

Almost immediately following this thought, InuYasha began muttering something unintelligible. Turning to his side as his ears twitched, he pulled her close to him with the arm that had been draped over her, nestling her head onto his shoulder with the other. She snuggled her back against him, grateful that the leg was no longer resting on her bladder, and tried to decipher what it was he was saying. It made no sense to her.

 

“Are you awake?” she asked a little timidly.

 

“Uhmmpfff. . .” was followed by light snoring, and she felt the tension in his arms relax as he drifted back off to his dream. The arm around her shoulders flopped against her pillow.

 

From this position she thought she could make her escape. Slowly and with no small attention to care, she pulled away from from him, lifting the arm draped across her waist just enough to slip out, then quickly depositing a pillow under it to maintain the illusion of her presence.

 

Unsure how long the “false Kagome” would work, she tiptoed as quickly as she could out the door to attend to her morning routine.

 

 

 

 

~oOo~

 

 

 

InuYasha awoke from a deep slumber in unfamiliar surroundings. It wasn't his normal instantaneous waking, and he shook his head free of the cobwebs that seemed to be lacing it.

 

Though she was not in the room, the sweet aroma of his Kagome was everywhere in this place, and that calmed him as he realized it was her rising that had pulled him awake. Listening, he could hear her puttering in the bathroom. He pulled a pillow he had been clutching to his face and pulled deeply at her scent, as memory of how he gotten there returned.

 

Dinner had been reasonably quiet, and he had eaten well for the first time in days. Kagome was right, that Hawaiian pizza wasn't too bad once you got past the way it looked. And the monk seemed to be very cautious about what he said, periodically clamping his mouth shut mid word after a glare from Sally.

 

A pillow and blanket had appeared on the end of the couch, where Michael sat for the duration of the meal. At first InuYasha had thought that the bedding had been intended for him, until Sally made it clear that it was for Michael, who was “in the doghouse” for being a baka. The phrase was a strange one, and it was apparent that this 'doghouse' wasn't a good place to be.

 

It saddened him a bit that the girls seemed to accept him, yet Michael only seemed to hold contempt for him. He wondered what he might do to convince the man of his sincerity.

 

Perhaps it was a just matter of time before the monk would accept him. Then again, it might take something a bit more drastic than just talking to shake him out of his stubborn refusal to accept what was plainly in his face.

 

Meanwhile, InuYasha knew it was going to be difficult to keep his temper in check. His instinctive reaction to the barbs that had been thrown at him was to lash back.

 

He didn't want to permanently alienate the man.

 

After all, for many years he had been like a brother, the closest thing he'd had to one back then. Annoying as hell one minute, then full of wisdom and good counsel the next. He had decided that it wasn't worth the fight with him to take Kagome up to the compound, he could defend her here should the need arise. He would protect her anywhere.

 

What he hadn't expected was to fall into such a deep sleep. He sat up on the bed rubbing at his eyes. His ears turning toward the closed door, he could hear Kagome farther off in the kitchen and water running.

 

At Sally's insistence he had moved his motorcycle to the garage, where it was locked away safely for the night. While they were there she had detached the object that was mounted to the roof of her car, muttering about the jerk coming back to get it. She had explained it was a surfboard, a piece of sports equipment that Hojo had left behind in his hasty retreat. Hojo. . . that name rang a bell for some reason. . .

 

He had called Sesshoumaru soon after that and made his report, which still wasn't much if you didn't consider Kouga's new mate being a human. He had thought that was pretty newsworthy, but his brother seemed to have no reaction whatsoever.

 

He still didn't know what the mangy wolf wanted with Kagome, and that irritated him.

 

He had gotten the distinct impression from the jackass's tone that his call had interrupted something important, probably business, so he made it short and requested that a few things be sent to him. Kagome's pictures, her date book, his sword and of course his hinezumi.

 

If he was going to stay, he wanted to be comfortable.

 

He smiled as he recalled the look on Kagome's face when she first saw him in his traditional garb, which he had changed into for sleeping. The light in her eyes had been like a gift. There was definitely memory there. She had run her hands along his arms for what seemed like hours, before finally drifting off to sleep.

 

There had been no formal discussion about where he would sleep. She didn't seem to have concerns about 'propriety', so he joined her in her bed, simply holding her close for what he could remember of the night.

 

It had been perfect.

 

He was in no rush. It had taken years for him to realize that she was the one. . . the only one. And though he wanted her more than anything now, he would wait for her come to her own realization.

 

He had meant what he said about doing things 'right' this time.

 

Not hearing anyone in the bathroom, he made his way to pursue his own morning routine. The dragon tails had been frazzled with sleeping, so he carefully drug his claws through them and the larger braid at the back of his head, loosening all of his hair. He didn't like having it all tied up, anyway.

 

Shaking his head briskly, he raked his claws through the sectioned hair, as he heard the back door close. There were muffled voices outside, the tone did not sound like the usual friendly banter.

 

He quickly grabbed Tetsusaiga from the bedroom and went into the kitchen, where his nose was assaulted with the aroma of some strongly brewed beverage emanating from a glass container. Picking up the container, he wrinkled his nose at what could have been extremely strong tea. It smelled different, though, more earthy and bitter.

 

He could more clearly hear an occasional clatter of metal hitting wood and a heated discussion taking place between Kagome and Michael. A quick glance around the kitchen revealed that the wooden block, which held Sally's sparse collection of kitchen knives, had been raided.

 

His glance out the window confirmed his suspicions. Kagome had at one time been well respected for her defensive abilities, and it pleased him to see her obvious desire to regain those skills. Perhaps kitchen tools weren't the best weapons, but they were serviceable in a pinch.

 

I should look into gettin' her a good set of well balanced knives. Those odd sizes have got to be a pain in the ass.

 

InuYasha paused to listen. Since it was loud enough anyone outside could hear, he didn't think of it as being a blatant case of eavesdropping.

 

“So. . . does he have a tail?” Michael leered at her.

 

“Does he have a WHAT??” Kagome gasped. “I can't believe you!!

 

“Well. . . he has ears, I just wondered if he has tail too. . . I mean you would know, right? You DID sleep with him last night, after all,” there was a hint of accusation in the monk's tone.

 

“That's exactly what happened, Mikey. . . we SLEPT!! It's none of your damn business, anyway! ARRGH!” InuYasha raised a brow at Kagome brandishing a large butcher knife at her friend, and said friend simply folding his arms with a grim look.

 

“I think it is my business. I love you Kagome, I don't want to see you throw your life away on. . . that. . . ”

 

“You just don't like him because you didn't hand pick him for me!” Kagome threw the butcher knife at the tree, to watch it bounce off.

 

“That's not true, my only concern is your safety!! AND believe it or not, your happiness, too,” Michael's tone was lecturing. “Frankly I don't understand what it is you see in him. . . he's nothing like you. . .”

 

“Nothing like me?” She stopped mid toss of another knife. “You're probably right, I could only dream of being half as LOYAL as he is. . .” She fixed him with a pointed look, then turned and swung her makeshift weapon backhanded, sticking it in the tree with a thud. Michael gaped and swallowed. The hanyou in the kitchen smirked.

 

He apparently had not seen her do this before.

 

“Loyal, huh? Who is he being loyal to. . . by trying to deceive you??”

 

Oh, this shit again. . .

 

“There IS NO deception, Mikey,” she turned to him. “I know who he is, he didn't tell me. I figured it out all by myself,” she reached down to pick up a cleaver. “It's hurt him that you don't remember. . . he won't admit it. . . he's almost as stubborn as YOU are!!” She stopped for a moment and concentrated on the cleaver, suffusing it with power. InuYasha's brow disappeared beneath his bangs at the brightness of the glow. “You had a vague recollection of Shippou when you saw him. Even more than me, and I had adopted him! Why not InuYasha?”

 

Shippou?? They've seen the runt??

 

“Something about the sad look in those big kitsune eyes. . . tugged at me. . . Oh, hell. . . Shippou is hundreds of years old, Kagome!! You can't tell me that. . . guy in there is hundreds of years old. He looks a hell of a lot younger than Shippou does. . . and yet he supposedly raised him?? Give me a break!! Don't tell me it's his questionable lineage, either. . . he's not who you think he is. . .”

 

InuYasha started for the door. . . but a word she used in her response caught his attention, and he stopped. . .

 

“You are starting to sound like a bigot. . .” She turned and tossed the brilliantly pink cleaver at the tree, and it bounced off into the grass. Scowling she turned to him. “Tell me about your lineage, Mikey. . . How many different nationalities are concentrated in your blood?”

 

Bigot. . . Kagome used that word . . . when people would shun me. Is that what this is? Because I'm hanyou?

 

“I beg your pardon??” He lifted his nose into the air haughtily. “I don't see. . .”

 

“There's a lot more than just two,” she began counting on her fingers. “British, Ukrainian, Native American, Portuguese, Italian. . . wait there was one more. . .”

 

“What is your point Kagome??” He demanded.

 

“Just that you have one hell of a nerve using the term 'questionable lineage' when referring to InuYasha. You are being racist, and you are too stubborn to see it!!”

 

“Don't call him that. . . His name is Caleb, damnit!” He shook his head.

 

“Caleb's 'questionable lineage' to use your term, is only two cultures, where yours is. . . let's see. . . six.” She held up six fingers.

 

Michael held up his hands in a conciliatory fashion.

 

“It's hardly the same thing, Kagome. . . None of my ancestors were demons,” he matched her scowl. “You haven't told him yet, have you? Please tell me you haven't. . .”

 

Tell me what?

 

“I'm going to today, after I call Momma,” she tossed a steak knife and watched it bounce off the tree with a frown. “You were in such a hurry for Hojo to know. . . Damn Mikey, from what InuYasha said last night, it was Kouga's people that tore up my place!! Probably the shrine too! That means that Kouga is after it!” She slapped a palm against her head. “And I stupidly went right to him! Gods, I hope Hojo didn't say anything to him. . .”

 

What the hell?? After what. . .? The shrine?? What happened at the shrine. . .

 

“I'm not taking any more risks unless I talk to Momma first.” She gathered the knives from around the tree. He watched her examine the cleaver that she had charged with her power, then step back to throw another round at the tree.

 

“That's probably wise, I am sure she will be able to talk some sense into you,” he sighed. “You are blinded by this guy. Ouna knows how you feel, Kagome.”

 

“What do you mean by that??” she aimed and threw another knife.

 

“It's written all over your face when ever you talk about. . . InuYasha” he moved around so that he could see her face, and still be out of the line of fire. His reward was a narrow eyed glare.

 

“It's nice to know I am so damn transparent. . .” she snarled, then proceeded to throw a perfect score with three knives in rapid succession. “What time is it?”

 

Michael watched with a renewed respect while she tugged to get the knives out of the wood.

 

“Um. . . it's seven thirty. You been doing this on the sly for a while?” he rubbed the back of his neck.

 

“Just got the idea this morning to try this, a bow is too obvious. Momma said using a projectile was best, so why not one I can hide on my person?” She aimed again, missing one out of five.

 

Yep, a new set of knives. Good ones. I'll take her with me, and she can pick 'em out.

 

Facing the house, Michael saw movement beyond the window. InuYasha, realizing he had been discovered, grabbed a glass from the drainer and got himself a drink of water. He then went out the back door and stood on the small porch, left hand relaxed on the hilt of Tetsusaiga.

 

“You're awake!!” Kagome turned smiling at the vision he made in his traditional dress, complete with sword. “Did you rest OK?”

 

Michael was frozen in place. He had not seen the hinezumi before that moment. The light breeze tossed InuYasha's mane as he stared at the man.

 

“I rested fine, you should've woke me up,” his eyes didn't leave Michael, there was something about the look on the man's face.

 

“You just seemed so tired, and you were dreaming. I hate it when my dreams are interrupted. . .” Kagome trotted up the stairs and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Want some coffee?”

 

“Coffee?” His brow furrowed slightly, remembering the beverage in the glass container. “Kind of like tea, but stronger?”

 

Kagome giggled at that. “Yeah, like tea but stronger. I'll make you some, sweet and light and we'll see how you like it.” She brushed past him into the kitchen.

 

“Do you have something to say, Monk?” InuYasha asked, his expression masked and the way he stood unmoved would have made Sesshoumaru proud.

 

“You. . . are wearing a sword?” Michael inquired hesitantly.

 

“Yeah” He nodded slowly. “Would you like to see?” InuYasha's broke into a genuine grin as he jumped easily over the rail of the porch to the ground five feet below.

 

Michael swallowed noticeably and backed up a pace.

 

“The sword was left to me by my father, would you like to see it?” InuYasha pressed hopefully.

 

“O-ok, sure.” Michael's eyes narrowed as InuYasha drew Tetsusaiga, taking care to not transform it. “Looks like it could use some T.L.C.. You don't get to use it much, I take it.”

 

“Often enough,” the hanyou grinned. “Only when absolutely necessary. It's my weapon of choice.”

 

“Your father was a master?” Michael reached out to touch the blade lightly. He looked confused.

 

“My father was Inu no Taisho. . . A general. He died when I was little.” InuYasha lifted the rusted blade to his brow. “This is his legacy to me. He left the jackass one too, his is really different, though.”

 

“How is his different?”

 

“Slightly different design, very different properties.” InuYasha was enjoying just talking without the barbs or accusations.

 

“Properties?” Another confused look, as Michael backed up again examining the being before him. “What do you mean by properties?”

 

“One of the lessons I learned from Tetsusaiga is that looks can be deceiving,” he watched the man for any hint of recognition as he held the sword off to his right, away from his audience and transformed it with a smirk.

 

“Oh shit, I'm dead. . .” muttered Michael dropping to his knees.

 

“INUYASHA!!” Came a frantic shriek from the porch, accompanied by the resonant crash of a shattered coffee mug. Kagome nearly tripped with her rapid descent of the stairs to save Michael.

 

“Nani? I was just showin' him Tetsusaiga. . .” he looked down at Michael. “What the Hells is wrong with you?” He was completely unaware of the appearance of the scenario, the man on his knees and Tetsusaiga poised as though to strike.

 

All he had hoped for, was to jog a memory for the man.

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ooO0Ooo~

 

 

 

 

 

Kouga looked across the table at the angry young man that had so rudely awakened he and his mate moments before. The news that he had brought with him was a bit disturbing, and the youkai sat in the chair rubbing at his chin.

 

“You did as I said? You made the proclamation?” he raised a brow at the young man.

 

“You heard it! You were right there. . . right after you put her in my arms,” Hojo so much as growled at the demon.

 

“Baka! Whispering it into her ear with only one witness isn't enough. You've got to make it KNOWN what your intentions are!” He rose from the seat, and as Miranda entered the room, he waved her away. Miranda in a display of frustration, just raised her hands and waved them in the air as she turned and headed back to their room.

 

“What did you say to the intruder?” the demon demanded.

 

“What do you think?? I challenged him for taking my girl. . . Kouga!! He grabbed her right out of my arms! Then he insulted everyone, saying we all smelled 'like those mangy Ookami bastards'. . .” Hojo got up as well and also paced opposite of his mentor in the small kitchen. “I swear I could have killed him on the spot, if that damn Sally didn't pull out her stupid badge and demand that I leave. I really don't want a record. . . that would be like. . . so bad. But DAMNIT! He can't have her! You told me she was mine, you gave your blessings on it!! What do I do??”

 

“You said he was sitting on a motorcycle, waiting for you? Do you know this son-of-a-bitch?” Kouga watched the young man's expression morph from angry to pleading, then enraged.

 

“I don't know him, but I know about him. . .” he practically growled again. “He's the kid brother of Seth Inudono. The one that was missing. His name is Caleb.”

 

“Kuso. . .” the demon swore, rubbing at his temple against a ferocious headache that had suddenly struck behind his eyes.

 

“You know this guy? Tell me then. . . tell me how to get her back. . .” Hojo dropped to his knees in front of his savior, again pleading. “Please, Lord Kouga. . . tell me how to kill that bastard.”

 

Placing a hand on the young man's head, peering at the pleading expression on his face, Kouga silently blessed him. He was a good tool. He would serve him well. Now it was time for a plan. . . the demise of InuYasha.

 

“You said she acted like she knew him. But she called him Caleb?” Kouga returned to the chair and turned it around to straddle it. His hands on the back, he rested his chin on them as he watched his protege still kneeling on the floor.

 

“Yes. . . called him by name then she touched his face.” He looked up at his mentor. “She was barely lucid, then after he took her she just. . . her whole face lit up and she slapped my hands away.” He lowered his head in shame and sadness.

 

“All is not lost, my son. . . Didn't I bring her to you? Didn't I promise this reward for your trust in me?” Kouga grinned wolfishly. At Hojo's nod, he motioned him to the chair opposite him. “I know Caleb Inudono. He should already be dead. . . but we will remedy that soon enough, ne? Come. . . let me tell you what I know of him. As tough as the bastard talks, he has. . . vulnerabilities. . .”

 

 

 

~ooO0Ooo~

 

 

 

The ancient office chair groaned as Selene sat back, scowling at the foot hight stack of reports in front of her. Each and every one of them was an unsolved case, all occurring within the last two weeks.

 

Some were missing persons reports, there were four murders involving dismemberment, twenty three cases of vandalism, some of which were quite bizarre. Definitely not human caused, no human could knock through a three foot thick concrete wall without the use of some kind of equipment. She flashed on the savagery of strength it had to have taken to destroyed Kagome's door. No, not human.

 

A far majority of the reports came from the upper class neighborhoods, but there also were a number from the mission district and the docks. It's like the middle class were immune for some reason. This struck her as strange.

 

Studying the graph chart on her computer, the lines indicated the 'trends' of daily calls all by category. . . Homicide, Burglary, Robbery, Vandalism, Traffic, Domestic. Flipping through the screens she noticed a marked dip in all areas in the last 3 days. Speculation within the department had been varied, but the far most popular was the “Cult” theory. Some emerging cult that required human sacrifice. The thought brought a chill up her spine.

 

She allowed herself the luxury of a brief hope that Michael was behaving himself in her absence as she pulled a file off the top of the stack and began making notes on a fresh legal pad, sifting through the report and scene photo's with her 'new eye'.

 

Three hours passed without her notice, however the diminishing paper in her tablet pulled her attention. Picking it up and flipping the detailed pages back to the front, a steaming mug of coffee appeared in front her.

 

“You look like you could use a break, rookie,” the teasing half grin of her Captain pulled one of her own as she took the coffee from him and rubbed at her eyes. Taking a cautious sip, she raised a brow.

 

“Hey, this isn't half bad. . .” she took another sip, “usually the coffee around here tastes like rancid motor oil.”

 

“I've got my own stash. You coming up with anything?” He perched himself on the edge of her desk informally. Selene pulled up the graph on her screen.

 

“You notice the drop in the last three days?” She flipped between the screens, “Here, and. . . here. . . It's sufficient enough to get me thinking. Almost like someone put the word out to 'lay off', you know?”

 

“So. . . you think it's some kind of organized campaign too. . .” he watched her reaction carefully as he tipped his own mug to his lips.

 

“Actually Cap. . . I'm convinced of it.” She met his eyes. “It turns out that friend of mine does have something that they would have been looking for. But it was on her person, so of course they didn't find it.”

 

“Ok. . . I'm listening. . .” he set his mug down and folded his arms.

 

“It's a family heirloom of sorts. . . It's unique and from what I understand, priceless,” Selene hoped that her vague description would be enough.

 

“Living in that tiny place, she has a priceless heirloom?” He shook his head. “What is it, a diamond or something?”

 

She wondered if she should have said anything at all. He was her superior, and he had a right to know on a professional level, but she was reluctant to go into personal details. She knew it would be too fantastic for him to believe, anyway.

 

“No. . . not a diamond.,” she proceeded cautiously. “It's a necklace. . . a very old necklace that once belonged to an ancestor of hers. It dates back to Feudal Japan.”

 

“Well, Hell. . . It sounds like this thing belongs in a museum.” He picked up his mug and took another drink. “What makes you think the perps were looking for this thing in particular?”

 

“You're gonna laugh, Cap,” she sat back in her chair and it creaked. “You'll brand me a loon.”

 

“Try me, Rodriguez. . . you might be surprised,” he grinned.

 

“Ok. . .” she sat up straight watching his reaction. “It's rumored to be 'supernatural'.” She used two fingers of each hand to indicate quotation marks

 

He stared at her for a long moment.

 

“So you think that this is some kind of cult. . . searching for their own version of the 'Holy Grail'?” His eyes narrowed as he considered the theory.

 

“Something like that. . . told ya you'd think I was crazy.” She sat back again in her seat.

 

“Actually. . . it makes about as much sense as any other speculation I've heard lately.” He rubbed at his chin. “Have you seen any indication as to what kind of group this is?”

 

“Kind of. . . they uh. . . emulate wolves.” She grimaced slightly at the memory of that predatory look in Kouga's eyes. “One of 'em is involved with a cousin of mine. . . I met him yesterday - quite honestly . . he gave me the creeps.”

 

“Sounds like you are as close to an expert as we've got then. . . I'm going to talk to the Chief and see if we can set a special unit. This,” he nodded at the still high stack of reports, “is entirely too much for one person.”

 

“Actually, Cap. . . I know someone who's more of an expert.” She sat forward in her chair, fixing her Captain with an intense gaze. “He knows how these guys think. . . a helluva lot better than I do. Maybe we could bring him in as a consultant?” she asked hopefully.

 

“What's his name? He a psychic or something?”

 

“No, not a psychic. . . just has some experience with these types. Caleb Inudono, he's seeing my roommate.”

 

“Inudono, huh?” He looked at her thoughtfully. “The same one that kicked out the front window of The Noodle Factory on Friday night?”

 

This got her attention, and she gaped at him.

 

“That one wouldn't be in your stack here. . . resolved on the scene, no charges pressed. Seems his brother took care of the restitution immediately. I don't know,” he shook his head. “He's a loose canon by the looks of it. . . probably not a good pick, you know anyone else?”

 

“Nope - he's it.” Selene shook her head. “ Cap, if we're going to make this happen. . . I really need him.”

 

“Let me call the Chief,” he rose off her desk. “If you want some more of that,” he indicated her mug, “it's in my office.” He winked at her, then headed down the line of desks to make his call.

 

Selene jerked her fist down in a silent little cheer, then pulled her hands into her lap to cross her fingers. Wait. . . did he just WINK at me??

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ooO0Ooo~

 

 

A/N :: Finally, another chapter, eh? Many thanks to the reviewers, you all keep me going with your kind words. My apologies that the frequency of the updates are slower now, however I promise to remain faithful to you and continue to the very end.

 

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