InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Beneath a Smile ❯ Unveiling ( Chapter 6 )

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Hidden Beneath a Smile

Chapter Six: Unveiling

Shoved into a stuffy corner designated to be her workplace right across from her target; the man she was to watch for Sesshoumaru. As she flipped through files of past cases -yes that's right, she had not more then a desk job, but at least it was something- her ruby eyed graze would stray to the man to the right side of her occasionally. She was watching, waiting for anything. She let the hand that held the pen droop slightly, there was nothing interesting going on with this man, but she was determined not fail. She would show Sesshoumaru that she deserved to be sent on more assignments like this.

With renewed determination she began rereading the statement of a witness of case comparing it to others, her eyes scanning for any loopholes to be used against them in their quest to putting the aggressor behind bars. The man apparently was being detained for murder, actually there were quite a few of them. The witness, all but one, believe that he was truly capable of committing these heinous acts. She had only the stomach to read one such murdered woman -his collogue professor- and she never wanted to eat, much less see, meatloaf again or any ground beef foods for that matter. It was just sickening, and her stomach gave a lurch just thinking about the files descriptive scene. She could not bring herself to look at the pictures taken of the body; not that there was one left.

She shuddered, and it was not from the cold, but more like revulsion. "Kagura-san, is everything right with you?" A not so familiar voice queried curiously.

Looking up from her papers her eyes caught on to one of her colleges, a short stout man with the only ounce of hair visible on his entire body under his bottom lip -she had learned this to be a sore spot with the fellow- whom went by the name of Sukou. Forcing a smile she replied. "Yes, Sukou-san, everything is fine. Why do you ask?"

He shrugged his large shoulders nonchalantly and then grimaced. "I can tell by your expression that your reviewing the Nogikuma case. No agent as of yet has had the stomach to actually finish filling, guess that's why you've been stuck with it." Then his entire expression change and she knew that he was going to change the subject. "I just got word that the boss wishes to see you."

A frown marred her features as her eyes gazed upon him thoughtfully. "Do you have any idea what the reasons could be?" She inquired, staking the files neatly and lying them with in the folder; she left it to sit within the middle of her desk so that she would be able to find them easily when she retuned. That is if she would be returning.

Sukou shook his head. "I haven't the faintest." He replied good naturedly. "Though judging by the old man's mood I'd say your not in any trouble, though you might be if you don't hurry. Something about wanting you there on the double or something."

She stood from her desk, and motioned for the man to lead the way. Never before had she met the man that was her boss, when she was hired for this occupation she spoke with the second in charge and the man's secretary; if you could call her that. It was this woman that made her wonder just what type of man her boss just happened to be; her guess was arrogant, perverted and likely cold or perhaps conniving. The last part was thrown in there on the account of the rumor she had heard. Apparently the secretary was gullible enough to believe the boss when he told her it was required of all female workers to ware the revealing outfit that adorned her body on a daily basis.

Kagura rolled her eyes as she snorted softly to herself, the fool of a woman couldn't see that none of other female workers fallowed her line of dress. Then again that was a blonde for you. She trailed silently, eyes ahead of her, as the stout man lead them down a line of cubicles to an elevator. As he pressed the up button, he paused to allow her a small smile. "The boss's office is at the very top." Was all he said as he motioned her inside, once again pressing another button; thirty-fifth floor. Were there really that many floors in this building, she wondered briefly. "Once you get off, just continue on strait down the hall to the double doors." Then before she could even utter a word, he was gone. Going back the way they had come from.

As the elevator made its journey upward, Kagura couldn't quite shake the feeling that she was getting ready to head for her execution. Maybe it was the silence of the small contained box that was doing it to her, she always did have a small problem with Closter-phobia. Though none but Sesshoumaru knew of it, and that only being that he had happened upon the slight weakness during a game of tickle torture. The though brought a laugh to he lip, dispelling the dread from her nerves. Knowing Sesshoumaru as she did now, there was definitely no chance in a cow jumping over the moon that he was ever likely to admit to such a thing let alone participate in a game once more.

If it had not been for the ding of the elevator knocking her from her thoughts, Kagura might have missed the doors opening, so lost she was in her reminiscing. She exited hesitantly, only to be met with the most intimidating long winding hall; the pictures of dead men decorating its walls all the way down.

She was wrong, it had nothing to do with Closter-phobia. The feeling was back and even stronger then before, and that had likely something to do with many of the sightless eyes gazing upon her form. The ball of dread now the size of a golf ball squeezed at her insides to the point it was almost painful, her heart beating rapidly fast.

Kagura shook her head of the all consuming feeling, holding her head up high with a new determination. What did she have to fear of this human? She was a demon, if anything he should be the one with fear enveloping his heart! Immediately her shoulders dropped. If she were in fact walking to her doom there was nothing to be done about it until Sesshoumaru came to her rescue; as much as she dreaded the thought. If she were to take action in freeing herself from captivation she would not only be revealing her involvement with the society as a truth, but also the existence of youkai to a possible enemy that may not have an exact knowledge of them.

I am not nervous! She repeated the mantra over and over within her mind, willing herself to except the obvious lie. Her feet glided gracefully over the marble floor, taking her closer and closer to her destination before stopping at the double doors that were large enough to admit a dog demon in natural form. With a deep breath she smoothed down her work pants and sleeves of her blouse before pushing the doors open.

She had expected to see a secretary waiting patiently at a desk near the door to her boss's office, she had expected having to go through the hassle of dealing with the secretary and an extra long wait until actually seeing him. What she had not expected was a large dark, dank room with the blinds drawn and a desk along with his chair -back facing her- stationed in the middle of the room closest to the back wall.

"Kagura, I presume?" An aged voice questioned as the owner turned in his chair to face her, to get a look at her. She was floored from shock. He was an old man with a lathery face, not only that but bold, missing a few teeth and fat. She blinked a couple of times, he wasn't scary at all. This is what her fear had been form. The rumors had made him seem more ominous, and perhaps a bit younger then nearing his seventies. His aged eyes roved upon and down her form, and she had to resist the urge to brutally beat the old man. One must have respect for their elders. She reminded herself firmly. "I always make it appointed to know my female workers personally."

She did not like how his tone purred those words out, they scent shivers of revulsion down her spine. She edged away. "That is… quite commendable sir, but if I may ask, why am I here?" Keep your words polite and do not give him any ideas. Her thoughts voiced their help within her mind.

"Yes about that." He croaked, his dark orbs gleaming cunningly, but disappearing quick enough. "I thought that I should be the one to inform you about the dress code for the females of the work place." He tossed out casually.

Kagura sighed and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You do realize that while you are my boss and technically your word does stand, I know for a fact that it is not required for all female personal to wear such ridiculously revealing scraps of cloth and should you proceed to press this upon me I while file for sexual harassment against you, boss or no." She managed all in one breath, without giving of the appearance breathlessness, staring him straight in the eyes. In youkai body language, or instinct, this would be considered a direct challenge to her superior.

His shoulders shook, before deep rooted chuckles began flowing passed his lips and to he own youkai ears. "You are a smart one, and never before have I heard the spiel." He barked out the complement around a mouth full of laughter. Calming down, the old man brought grizzled fingers to wipe the tears away from his eyes, flicking the salt water of to the side. He grinned. "I play a trick like this on the new employees, something on the men and something on the women too see how long it takes them to figure it out."

Kagura shot him a look of bewilderment. "Eh?"

She watched in slight curiosity as his face was immediately wiped of all humor, setting in to a more solemn look. "You have met my secretary haven't you?"

Not quite sure in which direction he was going with this new conversation, Kagura only nodded her head cautiously, eyeing him like a rattler that may strike at any given moment. Never before had she been under the employment of more mentally ill person. Hopefully whatever is problem was, it wasn't catching. Human's had the worst diseases, and if a youkai wasn't careful they may end up in bed with one of them. "Yes, I believe that I have."

He nodded. "She's worked under me for over three years, and though she may be an airhead she's a wonderful secretary."

Kagura rose a brow, wasn't this a bit off topic? Deciding to voice her opinion of this, she said. "What exactly doest his have to do with out earlier conversation?"

He looked her square in the eyes, all humor clouding over the dark orbs instantaneously. He then leaned over in his desk a bit, whispering the answer to her as if it were some sort of dark secret. "She still hasn't figured it out." The old man then suddenly fell into another spiel of laughter, his lungs heaving with each gulp of air he took in.

Kagura herself chuckled a bit, but had enough control over herself not to turn into a hysterical fool nearly killing herself with the lack of oxygen one received when laughing so hard. "Is that all you wished of me sir?" She queried. The wind sorceress just wanted to leave, she wanted to get back down to her stuffy desk and watch her prey as she had been ordered.

"Eh?" He replied, calming down with a long sigh. "Nope that's it, you really had me surprised there, only one other figured it out as soon as you." He commented carelessly.

The last of his easily tossed out sentence caught her attention. "Yeah, who was this someone?"

Rearing back in surprise at the cold calculation clouding over the eyes that bore into her own red ones, she hesitated a moment, her mind mulling over whether or not she should break the silent staring that had fallen between them. She needn't have to worry over it much longer as his words cut into the quite like a well honed dagger. "He is dead." He spat, lifeless and dull was the feel of his tone against her skin. Being a wind witch she was acutely aware of the feel of his words, and she felt a deep shuddered over take her. How had this change in his persona occurred so quickly?

Should she leave it at that or figure out why? It was a questioned that echoed through her as she went over in her mind the evening with Jaken. He had informed her of the rules Sesshoumaru wanted her to fallow, ones she already knew, but needed to repeat for the well being of the green toad. A sadists grin would have split her lips now as the answer came to her. Sesshoumaru had never said anything about gathering information through word of mouth by questions that were disguised as natural curiosity. With that in mind she made sure to inquire hesitantly. "If I may ask, sir, how was it that he died?"

His facial features remained the same, but at that question it seemed a spark of fire light his eyes with malice. It made her heart speed up slightly, what was she getting herself into? She lamented, but it was to late to start back, she had already opened her mouth. "He placed his nose in a crack that it had no business sniffing." Kagura watched as he visibly fought with himself, to assuage his rising anger. Being youkai, she could smell his emotions and they made her stomach turn in disgust. "He disobeyed orders and found himself dead for a stupid belief."

Kagura ducked her head in an excuse of being remorseful for bringing up bad memories, in reality she wished not to gaze into the dark abyss that would be the man's eyes. "I see." She murmured, quite unsure of how to make her leave of the office with this new turn of events.

"Yes, well it goes to show the value in listening to what one is told." He replied, and when she lifted her head up slightly to catch a glimpse of his face; she noticed it was all smiles. "Kagura-san, you may have you leave now." With a bow, Kagura made a hasty exit, wanting to the furthest as humanly possible away from this man. "Oh and so you know, I am called Akihito Hojou."

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The night, it went undisturbed by the blowing winds or the sounds of the usual nightlife in this part of town; it was quite peaceful. All that could be heard really, and only by those that walked the sidewalks, would be the gentle hum of a car engine.

Bright red orange hair stood out upon a small boys head as he walked hand in hand with an older taller man, clothed in all black that one had to look again to see his presence next to the seemingly human child. The peculiar head of red-orange hair hung low in a stance of dejection, this would be the fifth place he had been moved to since coming into the care of Inuyasha and Miroku. Shippo quite frankly was getting sick of it. He tried everything he knew to fit in, to get to those that housed him to adore him enough to want to keep him around.

Nothing ever worked, and he was left feeling abandoned, loathed, and utterly depressed. So much so that he could barely drag himself up the these steps as Miroku urged him on, the monks hand covering his own. At lest Inuyasha and Miroku would never abandon him, they would never hate him, that he knew deep down in his heart. For no matter his trouble, they always saved him and though they would leave him places, they always came back for him. Shippo understood that in their line of work, he couldn't be hanging around, it would only be a danger to themselves more then the kit. He did not want them to become hurt because he held the childish urge to reside with the two men he thought of as father figures.

Tugging on the hand holding his own securely, Shippo looked up into inquiring violet eyes with own soulful green ones full of trepidation. "Are you sure about this, Miroku?" His voice floated to his ears softly. "What if they don't like me?" The kit whimpered, ducking his face from his surrogate father's line of sight.

Tapping the kit's nose lightly, Miroku smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, Shippo, they'll love you!" He replied enthusiastically. At the fox's doubtful look he added. "What's there not to love?" Shippo shrugged, of course what's not to love? He still hadn't figured it out yet, but he knew there was something. Why else would those that housed him turn there backs on him later, why else would his true father leave him in a dumpster at the back of a bar?

As they continued climbing step after step, he began to wonder why they took the stairs as means to reach the tope floor. Actually he was curious when they past the elevator doors only to go through the stairway, but he didn't ask and just did as Miroku lead. Now, now he would ask. "Why didn't we just go on the elevator, how come were taking the long way?" He asked, curiously peering up at the monks face before allowing his eyes to stray elsewhere. Not that there was much to look at in the white stairway other then whitewash walls and black rubber topped steps.

Getting a better hold upon the two grocery bags in his left hand that were meant to feed his siblings, he scoffed at the small amount of food the guy on surveillance bought. It was more than obvious he was used to buying food for himself and no more then that. He would have to do a bit of shopping himself, that or find a man with a family, a good sized family considering their appetites. Squeezing the hand trapped within his right, Miroku said softly. "I'm trying to think of a way to tell them about you."

"What!" Shippo panicked, his face acquiring a deer caught in the headlights look as he stared at Miroku freezing on the spot.

"Eh?" He muttered bemused, before a look of understanding lit up Miroku's violet orbs. "Oh, no its nothing like that. You see that can't know anything about our…" He paused with a thoughtful frown, before a sly smile touched his lips causing the kit to edge back a bit. He did not like the looks of that smile one bit. Miroku wanted something, or planned something that involved him. "There's a man out there that might kill them, and knowing what we do for a living might help the man find them." He explained to the child. "While you're staying with them say nothing of how we met or what you've done while in my care, and if you see anything suspicious make sure to notify me."

Deciding it wasn't so bad, Shippo pushed up his chest, eyes narrowing in determination as he declared. "You can count on me Miroku!" He held one clawed hand upon his heart, before placing the other upon Miroku's, the steady beat between his small fingers sending jolts of calming sensations through his little body. "I promise." He said with the sincerity and innocence that only a child could muster. The promise thing, believe it or not, was created by Inuyasha as a way to convince the kit they wouldn't leave him behind, that they wouldn't harm him. The hanyou claimed that by doing so connected their hearts as one and making a promise while completing this step, bound you to it for eternity, or until it was completed. It really depended on what was being promised or sworn.

Placing his glove free hand above the small cubby, clawed one that rested upon his regular beating organ a moment before wrapping his fingers around the smooth appendage, giving it alight squeeze. "I know." The corners of his lips kick up into soft smile. He let his hand drop, still holding the child's, as he stood leading Shippo once more.

"So how do you know them?" Shippo questioned. "How do you know that their nice?"

"I've known them since they were born." He replied in a whisper as he steered the kit toward the exit, opening the door and leading him out into a wide hallway. "Besides do you think that I would really leave you with someone you did not know if I was not sure they would treat you well?" Pulling a key from his pocket, Miroku unlocked the door, ushering the kit inside before kneeling down to his height. "You remember the other things that we spoke of before coming here, right?"

Shippo nodded a few times, saying lowly. "Never change from my human looking form, nor show them any of my youkai attributes cause they don't know we exist." He repeated almost in Miroku's exact words.

Nodding, the monk retook the kit's hand and lead him down a hall and into a doorway. They were only within that room -the kitchen- for the length of time it took to place the little food the bags contained in their respective places. Hands, one human the other demon, were clasped together once more as the young one was lead down a twisting hall devoid of any decorations, only to come to a stop before a shut door. Discretely Shippo took a few whiffs of the air around him to determine what exactly laid beyond the closed door. Twinge of curiosity twinkled in his emerald eyes as he fallowed Miroku into the dark room. The scent was of a young human male, but there was something surprisingly gentle in it. It wasn't like the normal young human male scents he had sniffed out before, this one held an innocents to it and something else that he couldn't quite place.

"Souta it's me!" He whispered loudly into the dark room.

The soft click of a light switch was heard nor more then a second before light flooded the room, nearly blinding it occupants as their retina's got use to the change. Miroku turned to catch a look at his brother, and smiled softly. Souta grinned in return only to have it slip to a thoughtful frown of curiosity as his line of sight took in the red haired little boy. "Who's he, Miroku?" He questioned, moving a bit closer as his brown orbs studied the newcomers form.

Pushing the kit forward, he answered. "This is Shippo, and Shippo this is Souta." After hearing the kit make a shy 'hello,' he went on to say. "He's staying with you and Kagome for a while." A brief look around the room and he frowned, his imotou must have gone to bed already. He had expected her to be in Souta's room. With the smallest, almost nonexistent, amount of hesitation Miroku said. "Why don't the two of you entertain yourselves with the playstation while I speak with your sister Souta." It felt weird on his tongue to refer to Kagome as 'your sister' instead of 'our imotou.'

He watched silently a moment as Souta grinned while grabbing the kit's hand and leading him toward the TV, firing question after question at him while the kit struggled to answer them all politely, before leaving the room. It would be good for Shippo to make a friend of Souta and, as he saw it, it would help them both in the long run.

Swiftly moving down the hall to the room two door down across from Souta's, he pushed open the door slowly. The only light of the room was from the moon that managed to seep through the blinds, lining the ruffled bed with glowing beams. She, herself, lied prone upon her back, head to one side as her brow scrunched, lips drawn in a frown to show her discomfort. She was likely not having a pleasant dream, and her hands fisting in blankets that were wrapped around her body like restraints only seemed to scream this fact to him.

He began to move towards her.

A small groan left her lips as her head turned to the other side in a violent jerk. "Mama! Someone help…! I can't… save…." The rest was trailed of into incoherent words that he could not decipher, and he decided , words that he likely would not want to. Miroku backed up a step, startled, as Kagome bolted up with a gasp falling from her lips, breath coming out in heavy pants. A heart felt sight escaped her along with tears, he could see them course down her left cheek as they caught in the moonlight. Miroku felt his heart ache at the sight, he hated to see his sister like this. Once she began to lay back down did he take steps towards, a hesitance in each one. "Miroku." She whispered, and he paused, startled. How had she known that it was him? "Lay with me like when we were children, when I had a bad nightmare." Her teary tone pleaded with him, and felt himself move all the faster until he was right next to her bed. "Do what you did then to make the go away."

Miroku felt a soft smile touch his lips, and his eyes at her request and as he remembered better days when they were younger. Each night he would sleep in her room from the tender age of two until she became what she claimed was 'a big girl,' at age of eight. He would stay, humming their mother's melody until her eyes would droop shut and her chest heave with breath of sleep. He missed those days, he decided, as he fixed the blankets around her so that she was no longer tangled up in them, before moving in to lie next to her. Wrapping his arms around her, he moved Kagome's head to his chest, dark hair spilling all around him. She always would say the melody sounded better to her ears when accompanied to the sound of his beating heart. He began to hum.

It wasn't long before he felt her breaths even out, but before she truly succumbed, he heard her whisper. "Thank you aniki." Smiling slightly he brushed his lips against her temple, muttering a sleepy goodnight that fell upon death ears, falling into sleep himself. She did not wake the rest of the night with another terror, and for that Miroku was glad.

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Air from the open windows blew in a ruffled his silver locks as his eyes glared down upon his cluttered desk, or more precisely the contains of the manila envelope Kagura had placed within his hands. He was still unsure of her story upon how she had come holding possession of such a valuable document, but if what the words printed upon the white sheets of paper rang true; it was a possibility to end things.

It was no secret that they knew the government was corrupt, all the governments of each nation held a dirty secret that they kept into the confines of closets and away from the prying eyes of the public. A secret that linked all countries together as one. Of course there were those that worked under higher powers that believed they were working for a brighter future for those that they governed; it was all lies. This being the fault of the flock, they should have better picked their shepherd, for all he wished to do was sale lamp chops to ring in a better profit.

The society did not know the full extent of their plans, nor were they quite curtain who of the those that governed them, that held power over them, was their enemy… the man that they had need to look over their shoulders for. He knew it was a man, one deep voiced and utterly cold.

Their father had been a government man, one into playing the game, the politics of the world, finding himself claiming the seat as one of the top senators for the country. They say it was because of this his father died, they say being one in such high power you have many foes that all wish to see your blood rain from the skies. They say that it is one of these many invisible enemies that had killed him, sending him -for a youkai- into an early grave. It was a pack of lies, a scandal covered up by the man that made an offer only have smashed into his face by a refusal. He should not have found it that day while he searched his father's office for clues to his killer, and thanked his father for leaving such a powerful piece of evidence.

It was after hearing that tape recorded by his father's hand, of his conversation with this man that he and his brother -after recruiting him into the cause- took over the local mafia and turning it into what is known as the society today. Their main goal being to take down the man who corrupted the voice of the government. No other names besides his father's was spoken, nothing was said other than a deep refusal and slanders toward this man's world dream. A dream that his father died for denying, and dream that Miroku's father lost his life to in the process of trying to hinder.

They had nothing to go on besides that tape, and words that were spoken to Miroku by Hakujou's lips. The words were useless and meant nothing to him and yet the end of the last sentence spoken to the monk confused him. They were a riddle, and so far could not be decipher as anything more than a dying mans dribble.

The printed words of this document on the other hand showed to the reader that there is a reason Higurashi Hakujou no longer exited in this plain, he had something that was dire to their completion of a dream. A dream that Miroku's father had tried to force into naught more then that. There was something out there that would hinder the efforts they've placed behind their plot and would likely be the undoing what promised to be a nightmare made real unleashed to the public. No word were written to give it a name, in the report it went without one, only being described as an indispensable object.

An object that he was going to acquire into his clawed hands.

Reaching over he pressed a red button above a speaker that lay upon the right hand corner of his desk. "Jaken, call Inuyasha and tell him that his and the monk's presence is required in my office and in three hours or else." He lifted the digit from the device not even bother to listen for the toad's reply as he settled himself in for a long wait. With sigh, he might as well attend to other things of business that call his attention.

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Glaring at the building, Inuyasha shoved his clawed hands into his pant pockets. After an hours search he had come to the conclusion that Miroku was likely here with these humans that he claims are not more then friends of his father's. They were too close to be just simple friends, he could see that in Miroku when their conversation steered toward them. Their was a fierce protectiveness alit within his violet orbs every time he questioned about them, especially during that time in the van.

Sesshoumaru had said to meet him at the office in three hours and he had two of those left, well actually one and a half now seeing as it took thirty minutes to find his way here. Being broad daylight, he couldn't just run his way there. Whatever it was that his brother wanted, he didn't feel like arriving a second late. Whatever the reason, it was something of dire importance seeing that Sesshoumaru ended his message without a deathly threat. It was just a stern 'or else,' and nothing more.

Silently he continued forward, entering through the doorway with the required key, heading towards the elevator. Only one good thing would come of this, he would get to meet the two that Miroku risked his life so foolishly for. If it wasn't for the fact that he was second in command, and the monk's father spouting some gibberish and being so tightly involved in this whole scandal the idiot would be dead.

With those last thoughts, he entered his penthouse, amber eyes searching for his partner.

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A/N: There! All done. So what do you all think? Soon Inuyasha will be meeting Miroku's ' friends of the family,' and Sango will be appearing in the next chapter! Just thought I'd give you all this little piece of info. Oh, and so you all know I don't hate Kikyou, but I don't like her either. So for you Kikyou likers out there I don't plan on making her a major *itch, nor a complete and total slut either. She will only appear sleazy to Inuyasha, and there will be a reason for that later on. She will also be slightly dislikeable to others, and again I have a reason for it. There was past history with the two- Inuyasha and Kikyou-, and no it's not a relationship thing, just a misunderstanding. For you Kikyou hater's, well, I didn't put her with Inuyasha and they hate each other ^_^

Also, if anyone is blonde and offended by the comment I made in this chapter… well I'm blonde too! And so is my mom, a very light blonde at that! So if anyone was offended, well today's your lucky day cause I'm going to offer up some very embarrassing material to ya! So please forgive me, I made you laugh, or at least I hope I did.

One night when I was so tired I had no sense of direction or sense of solid objects, my mom said to get some shuteye and so I left to my room, right? Well I was walking and I slammed my face right into the shut door! And got a bruise on the side of my face! And what's worse, it was my brother's room! When I told my friends they were laughing so hard, and when ever they saw my face -cause of the bruise you know- they would burst out laughing. It's not everyday that I do something so stupid.

Okay now that I've shared that I'm going onto to something else, for some reason I can't get it to let me make the music videos visible to everyone and so I'll do something to remedy that and put up a link on a later chapter for you all -K-

Anyways, I've had a very late night, actually I have slept at all since yesterday night and so as I am writing this my eyes are shutting and my hands are typing all keys at random making it very hard to type a correct sentence, but I wanted to get this chapter out right now, but cause I'm so tired I'm going to answer reviews in the next chapter. The likely not on FF.net because I've heard that you could get your story deleted for it, and I don't want this story deleted.

Thank you to all whom reviewed, I hope that you all have a wonderful day! Now I must find a bed, the floor will work too, and sleep!