InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Problem ❯ Fishy Fishy ( Chapter 3 )

Quote: Speak when you are angry - and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret - Laurence J. Peter

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect - Steven Wright

 

 

Sadly - tear tear - I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

Chapter 3:

 

 

The next day, I woke up to the ever so lovely sound of Inuyasha yelling at us to wake up. Did I say lovely? I'm sorry. What I really meant was nasty, inconsiderate, and of course, annoying. I fought off the temptation of throwing my pillow at him to shut him up, and instead snuggled in further in my sleeping bag. I felt rather grouchier and sleepier today than normal. Most of the sleepiness I could link to falling asleep sometime around 3:00am. The grouchiness, however, as well as the rest of my sleepiness would have to be put solely at Sesshoumaru's feet. I don't think I need to explain why.

Right well, back to Inuyasha trying to wake us up. Well, other than me, everyone else seemed quite fine with waking up and getting out of bed as they all had fallen asleep at a more appropriate hour and hadn't spent most of the night contemplating over a toffee-nosed inu taiyoukai. Huh…toffee-nosed…I rather like that…I wonder if I would've come up with the word if I wasn't so sleepy. Well, anyway.

Soon, they too started moving around the camp, throwing sleepy bits of conversation and making more noise than necessary in their daze. I gnawed my teeth against each other and pulled my blanket higher over my head, hoping to drown out the noise but already knowing it was no good. So, instead, I buried my face in my pillow to drown out my growl, gave myself a few seconds to calm down and surrender, and then slapped a big, happy smile on my face and pulled off the covers.

It took a lot of effort to keep my smile on as the cold, morning air came in contact with me; it was not pleasant. It is about the worst feeling, especially since the bed that you're leaving has just warmed up to the right temperature after a cold night. Okay, Kagome, just suck it up and shake it off…that's right, you can do this!

...Blast! Why does the air have to be so bloody cold?!

“Kagome-chan, you're awake,” came Sango's voice, still groggy with sleep.

I turned toward her, my smile suddenly a lot more natural and my troubles quite forgotten. “Good morning!” Wow! I didn't think I could pull off sounding so happy but somehow I did, without even trying I may mention. I guess that's just how I am with people that I love.

Feeling quite a lot more like my usual self, I slipped out of my sleeping bag, saying `good morning' to everyone else as I rolled up my bedding to place by my bag. When I stopped to think about it, it was actually a pretty good morning. Cold, but good with the birds already out and chirping away happily. I stretched, listening to the small cracking sounds as my bones popped into their proper places, and smiled happily all around. But my smile wavered noticeably when my eyes fell on the cause of my previous unhappiness, Sesshoumaru.

He sat leaning against his tree, his hands folded neatly across his chest, and his eyes closed rather peacefully, his breathing slow and even. I don't think he was asleep, at least not anymore, but he gave off the appearance that he was; an appearance that did not waver beneath my gaze if he was aware of it. Immediately, a rush of annoyance washed over me, threatening to bury my happiness, but I pushed down my indignation from last night, wanting to act as cool about it as him. I wasn't going to obsess about it. Don't get me wrong. I had no intention whatsoever of forgetting what he had done, or even forgiving him. But I wanted to remain clam (at least on the outside) and take my revenge…via other means. Kind of like in his own way. So, with a mischievous slant to it, my smile was back on my face and I turned to Sango.

“Hey, Sango, feel up to taking a bath?”

With a bright smile of her own, minus the vaguely evil trace in mine, Sango turned to me, nodding her head. “Oh sure, Kagome-chan. I would love -,” she suddenly stopped, her smile slipping away, and I knew what she was thinking but tried to hide it. “A-aren't you forgetting something?” She looked pointedly at Sesshoumaru. Yeah, as if I would ever forget that any time soon…again.

I did my best to look naively curious and followed her gaze. There was a noticeable change in Sesshoumaru from a few minutes ago and I felt triumph rising within me. Though his breathing and expression were just as calm as before, there was a tenseness in his posture that told me he knew exactly where I was going with this even if Sango didn't. “Oh,” I said in an Oscar-winning innocent voice. “You mean the spell.” Gone were my qualms over bringing up the spell and the consequent blow to his pride.

Sango nodded.

“I guess he just has to come along and has to just look the other way.” I empathized my words, wanting to rub it in that he really had no choice. Any stab at his pride, for the moment, was a victory for me. Well actually, he did have a choice, but I don't think he would have kept us from bathing. It was a necessary thing and he, himself, had said to go on with our business as usual. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want to follow a bunch of smelly humans. It was the most convenient tool in my hands, to force him about doing things he wouldn't normally do when he didn't necessarily want to do them, and it was my subtle stab at revenge. I planned on doing as much of it as possible. My sympathy for him and his situation had died a brutal death last night and had done so at his own hands.

We didn't waste much time gathering our stuff, me and Sango. Judging by our normal morning schedule, we had roughly under half an hour to go and come back before Inuyasha started to lose his cool…if he ever had any. So we grabbed Shippo and my shampoo, soap, and luffa courtesy of the twenty first century, and rushed to the riverside. Miroku made a comment on following us since Sesshoumaru was, but was immediately silenced by a glare from Sesshoumaru himself (I know…I was surprised too) and rendered incompetent of doing so by Sango (to put it lightly, that is). My revenge-high, as I like to call it, was slightly dampened however by Sesshoumaru's lack of protest…or reaction actually. Not that I was looking or anything…yeah…He waited until we were exactly sixty feet away, then calmly rose to his feet and trailed along behind us. At the river side, he gave himself and me, come to think of it, a ten feet berth and stood lost in the tree line, his back hopefully turned to us.

To be honest, my little revenge sort of back fired on me. I was so tense the whole time I bathed, worrying whether I was being watched or not, that I hardly had the chance to enjoy the bath. There was an odd atmosphere about the river that morning, as though something was amiss, one that had not been there last night. But no matter how hard I searched with my powers, I found nothing and that only made me more wary. As it would seem, the same held true for Sango, or at least something close to it. I was busy scrubbing the back of Shippo's ears when she decided to bring it up, leaning forward to whisper as quietly as she could.

“You know, Kagome-chan,” she started out slowly, her voice and eyes both reproachful. “I'm actually surprised that you wanted to bathe today.”

I looked at her in genuine puzzlement. Uh…why would she be surprised? Where was she going with this? Maybe I should ask and actually find out.

“Um…but I take a bath practically everyday…,”

Sango smiled and shook her head slightly, looking as though she thought I ought to know exactly what she was going on about. “I mean with Inuyasha's half-brother … so close.”

I let out a silent `oh', quickly catching up with her. She seemed to be confused by my lack of hesitation, which really, you couldn't say that I lacked after waiting two days to take my bath, and I told her so. “Plus,” I continued, my voice defiantly not in a whisper, “why should I change my life around because of him?”

“But…don't you…aren't you afraid that…I don't know, he may look at us?”

By now I had finished washing Shippo and I towelled him dry as I answered her. “Sesshoumaru? Look at us? A pair of humans?” I raised one eyebrow, giving her my most doubtful look. I turned back to Shippo. “There, you're all done. If you want, you can go back to camp now.”

He smiled brightly at me, and then pounced on into the forest, probably brushing past where Sesshoumaru no doubt stood.

Sango brushed her hand through her wet hair having just finished rinsing it. “Hai…I see what you mean,” she said with a sigh.

We were silent now, me washing my own hair, while Sango lounged against a rock near the river center. But I thought over what she had brought up. To be honest, I really didn't think he had any peeping-Tom genes in him; he just didn't strike me as the type. He was way too…dignified to stoop to such levels, despite just how dangerous and seemingly evil he has been in the past. But hard to shake off, no matter what I thought, was the feeling that I was being watched, and after a good two years in Sengoku Jidai, I'd learned to trust such feelings. And after enough time with Miroku, any girl would be able to pinpoint such things.

“Ano, Sango-chan,” I asked quietly, wrapping a towel around myself as I stood by the river. Sango looked up at me expectantly. Seeing that I was about to change, she decided that it was time for her to do the same and left the river's depths. “Have you noticed it though?”

I know my question was vague, and I didn't think she would guess what I was referring to.

Sango looked at me thoughtfully for a few short seconds, and then surprised me by nodding ever so slightly. “Hai, but…,” she looked around the forest suspiciously then turned back to me, “I can't tell from where.”

When it came to sensing such auras and what not, Sango was far more apt at it than me, meaning that if she couldn't do it, then neither could I. But…wasn't Sesshoumaru standing where we'd left him? And on top of that, since when had he had the ability to confuse even Sango's senses? I would have asked him about it, but I don't believe he would have answered me. In any case, like I said before, him I did not suspect.

“Maybe,” I said, trying to lighten the mood since we were apparently in no real harm. “You didn't quite manage to…um…persuade Miroku-sama to stay away from you.” I corked my eyebrow at her slyly and she immediately turned red. Oh, this was too easy.

“I don't think Houshi-sama was able to get up on his own,” she retorted, trying to sound haughty and at the same time keep the rest of her blush at bay. Hehehehe, whoever said you shouldn't have fun at your friend's expense?

“Aw…my my, is that a blush I detect on your face?”

Juvenile behaviour you say? I agree…but who can resist.

“Come on, Sango,” I said. “Maybe we should get back to camp and save the both of you the heartache of being apart.” And I began marching back.

“Kagome-chan!” Sango protested, her face now beet red despite all efforts. “That's…that's…”

“True? Right on the spot? Freeing to your soul?” I said tapping my chin lightly, a splash of white catching my eyes as we neared Sesshoumaru. I decided to leave my teasing at that, not wanting to embarrass Sango in front of the demon lord, the soft growling that was in the air lost to the both of us.

“…Unfair,” Sango said, but looking only slightly harassed.

Now we could fully see the demon lord and I could see that he was once more leaning against a tree at almost exactly the same angle as all the other times I'd seen him do so. It took me a few seconds to notice anything amiss with him.

“Well, maybe someday you'll sit wi—,”

WHAM!

“AHH!” I screamed, barely missing being squished by Inuyasha's body as he plummeted down to the ground from high in the trees.

I think I nearly had a heart attack.

“What the hell, Inuyasha,” I managed to say in a slightly lower tone, still clutching at my heart as Sango tried not to laugh. I guess I deserved that for teasing her.

“Mwph!” was Inuyasha's muffled answer through his mouthful of dirt and as he fought to separate his face from the ground.

I got to say, I was mighty tempted to sit him again for scaring me like that. But, being the angel that I am, I managed to sit myself down by his side instead and helped him into a sitting position.

As soon as he was able to, Inuyasha shrugged off my hands, and glared at me full force. “WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!”

Oh ho! So he was mad at me?! Quick as lightning, my anger was back in place raging within me. But I wasn't going to give into it. I was going to be mature about this.

Oh hell!

“What do you mean why I did that for?!” I answered right back, though managing to keep from yelling. “How was I to know you were even there?! Am I banned from ever using the word `sit' -,”

WHAM!

“MWPH!”

Oops…. “Er…sorry,” I managed to say while biting my lower lip to keep from giggling. Inuyasha looked mad enough as it was and Sango wasn't helping as she continued to laugh.

After a few seconds, Inuyasha pushed himself off the ground, his eyes alight with anger. “And HOW do you explain that?!” he demanded haughtily as soon as he had all the dirt out of his mouth.

Honestly, he was overreacting now. It was obviously all an accident. “Jeez Inuyasha, I didn't mean -,”

I stopped abruptly, remembering the weird feeling that me and Sango had felt at the river.

“Wait a minute,” I said, suddenly suspicious. “What were you doing there?” In a flash, Sango was looking sharply at Inuyasha as well, no longer laughing.

“Uh…” he said slowly, all his wind lost in face of my question and making me all the more suspicious. “I-I w-was…,” he drifted off and glanced at his brother for some reason. Rather puzzled, I followed suit.

That's when it finally hit me. When I'd left him in the morning, Sesshoumaru had been acting like his usual calm self, his face blank as per normal. But now, now he looked actually pissed off about something. And he must have been royally pissed off because it was actually showing in both his face and posture. Had my `revenge' been so successful? I couldn't help but doubt it. I'd pissed him off last night and sure he'd been pissed off, but this was nothing compared to that. Last night I'd thought that I'd seen him at the height of his temper…clearly, I'd been mistaken.

But…what could possibly make him this mad? What had Inuyasha done now?

Now I looked at him with my full attention and noted the changes in him. He was stiff as a statue, his hands curled into balls, his claws actually drawing blood though he seemed unaware of it. I could tell he was fighting to cover his anger. I could tell by the slowly receding red in his eyes, and the growling that was quickly dispersing. He looked more threatened than anything else, as odd as that may sound. Then again, that could have just been my imagination.

I know I should have been scared; I'd been scared last night. But that was because last night, his anger had been directed towards me. Now, his hate-filled eyes were turned to Inuyasha. And the moment their eyes met, the both of them glanced along the same line toward the river.

Maybe it wasn't just Inuyasha that had him this ticked off?

Okay, it was official, this was the oddest bit of behaviour I had seen in the both of them put together.

I cleared my throat, wanting to catch Inuyasha's attention again, and to my dismay had both brothers turn their eyes on me, both their expressions quickly softening. Weird, weird, weird. Yeah…

“Um…what were you doing here?” I asked again, very uncomfortable under their combined gazes.

This time Inuyasha didn't glance at his brother, and instead quickly answered. “Shippo's been back long enough for you two have been done. You were wasting my time, so I came to bring you back.” But he didn't sound quite as annoyed as he normally was when I spent too much time bathing or away from camp.

Okay, was I supposed to believe that? To be honest…if I hadn't just witnessed their odd interaction, I would have.

I frowned and was about to question him, but was interrupted by Miroku who had worked his way toward us, looking preoccupied, and his eyes still a bit crossed. He had appeared a little to the front of us, almost on cue, and after a cursory glance over the four of us, he turned to Inuyasha.

“Ah, I see you have found Kagome-sama and Sango-san,” he said to him in a light but practiced voice, sounding every bit as convincing as Inuyasha. I had heard him use that exact tone countless times while trying to con villagers and lords out of their money or to secure a place to stay for the night. “Now we can go have some breakfast.” It took me less than seconds to suspect that he was trying to cover for Inuyasha, judging by the winning look on his face, though why I had no idea.

I glanced at Sango, wondering whether if I was just being paranoid. The look on her face assured me that the problem wasn't with me. The guys were up to something or at least knew something that they weren't telling me. And while it was understandable if not gratifying in Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha and Miroku were supposed to be my friends. Since when did Inuyasha and Miroku share secrets with Sesshoumaru…and not with me? What was going on that they were not telling me? To be honest, I was a bit hurt and didn't really feel up to pursuing the matter. But maybe I was just jumping to conclusions too quick too soon. Who knows?

I gave the three of them a cold stare, something that was totally overlooked by Sesshoumaru who had returned to looking calmly in control of the situation, and then turned my back to them. I looped an arm through one of Sango's and lead her toward our camping spot, saying over my shoulder, “Don't even think you've fooled me.”

That ought to be warning enough, though I knew it really did little to make them tell me. I wasn't being nosy or anything, okay, maybe a little at first. But whatever it was between them, somehow or other concerned me and Sango. They had looked at the river, hadn't they? And me and Sango had definitely been aware of a presence when we'd been there. I'd felt it, even if I hadn't fixated on it. I know it wasn't my imagination. Something had really been there and the two brothers had felt it too. And whatever it had been had disturbed both brothers. But…I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me there's more to it than that still. Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha have been coexisting better than I would have ever guessed…they'd been almost civil in their books. It's almost as if the two had a mutual understanding, something that made them tolerate the other. Like that other time, years ago when they'd fought together against the fire cat clan. So who was the mutual enemy this time? Other than Naraku that is.

I could tell that Sango wanted to talk this through, with at least me if not the others. And I wanted to as well. Just not right then. I didn't want to loose my temper and yell at them…not with Sesshoumaru there at least; he'd already had enough satisfaction pissing me off last night. If I just gave myself a little time, and think it through a little more on my own, then I'd be ready to face them with a clear head and heart. So I whispered to Sango to wait, and being the good friend that she is, she consented.

 

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Sometimes, I think, and most people would agree with me, that Inuyasha is very simple to understand. For example, if something scares him, threatens him, or in any way disturbs his normal routine, you can be sure that he'll be pissed off and would not hesitate to start a fight. And in return, if something is emotionally bothering him, or making him sad, then he clamps up and disappears for hours at a time to do anything but admit to what it is that is bothering him. He's hot-heated, rude, loud, and quite often plain old selfish. But at the same time loyal. In any case, he's easy to figure out…or that's what he makes others believe.

In the two years that I've spent in his company, however, I have come to know otherwise. I have been shown sides to Inuyasha that I could have hardly fathomed on my own. I have seen how deep his love can be when I've seen him rush to Kikyo's aid time after time despite all that the two have gone and been put through. I've seen the depths of his morals every time he risked his own life to save Kouga's despite their mutual hatred for one another. And I've experienced his loyalty first hand, seeing the strains he goes through just to keep his peace with me though he never stops denying it.

No, I would be wrong to think that Inuyasha is simple to understand. Often, he can be the most unpredictable of all of us simply because he's so predictable the rest of the times. And that's what makes him complicated. Suddenly, he's not so black and white. Suddenly, he's all the shades of grey that's in between. And suddenly, he's the Inuyasha that's keeping secrets from me. He's the Inuyasha that's sharing secrets with his brother - his despised, half-brother. Suddenly, he is a hanyou that I can't understand…but he is still the same hanyou that I have trusted and loved before and therefore must continue to do so, even - no, specially - if I don't understand him or his reasons. And being who I am, I will do so with a smile on my face…a genuine smile. It'll just be hard.

Back at camp, breakfast was a quick and silent business as Inuyasha seemed to be in a pensive mood and did not have much to put in and Miroku seemed to still be a little out of it. But I (mostly in an effort to try and cheer myself up), Shippo, and Sango had our fun trying to see just how many sausages Shippo could stuff into his mouth and eat under a minute. His record currently stood at six. And our dear old (and I really do mean old) Sesshoumaru, in a bold and surprising move, had decided to sit as far away from us as possible, in the shade of an old birch tree. Still sore from last night and earlier today morning, I refused to be the one to offer Sesshoumaru food, but had Sango, though with much begging on my side, and even then reluctantly, do it for me. And like the days before, the offer was coldly ignored.

Once we finished eating and had everything packed to go, we turned to Inuyasha, ready for him to lead the way. But to our surprise, Inuyasha shook his head and turned to me, why on earth did he seem so tense?

“Let's go.” We all jumped at the voice, all that is with the exception of Inuyasha. The voice had come from behind us which could only mean that the speaker was behind us. So, naturally, we all turned and looked behind us though I was willing to bet the whole Shikon Jewel that it was in fact Sesshoumaru that stood behind us. And once we had turned around and had a good look at the person who had spoken so calmly and curtly, it was obvious that I was right. Yes my dear and precious Ladies and Gentlemen, it was the one, the only, Sesshoumaru…and like Inuyasha, he was looking at me. And I noticed, for the first time since he'd come, he was within an arm's length of us, not sixty feet away.

I snapped back to reality, for the moment foregoing Inuyasha's odd behaviour and concentrated fully on the demon before me. “Um…let's go where?” Since when had he become the leader of our group?

Simple question, right? It deserves an answer, right?

Sigh…apparently not. Sesshoumaru, once more I might say, didn't answer my question. This time, I was less pissed off, not really expecting anything more from him. So after a few short seconds of silence, I turned my back on him and decided to question Inuyasha.

“How come we're not leaving?” I asked him casually, once more mindful of the tenseness with which he stood. Was something the matter? Why wasn't he telling me?

He glanced at Sesshoumaru from over my shoulder then shook his head. “You're leaving.”

“I am?”

He nodded solemnly. “With Sesshoumaru.” There was a collective gasp from the others. It took me a few minutes to take this in, my mind slowly numbing with nerves as I remembered our little `conversation' from last night.

“Alone?” I had to ask. It wasn't that I was scared, well not all of it at least. I was just really, really against this idea.

Inuyasha hesitated, once more glancing at his brother before facing me and nodding mutely. There was another collective gasp.

Oh crap! I knew my “revenge” would come back to bite me in the ass… Okay, if I think of it logically, I'm pretty sure this had nothing to do with that and would have happened anyway, but still! You'd think God had it against me or something.

“Um…,” I said trying to voice my thoughts.

“What?” Inuyasha asked, a bit of his usual anger kicking back into his voice.

“Why?” But I wasn't asking Inuyasha. Sesshoumaru had told me why last night, hadn't he? To get something of his. I knew that much. My question was more along the lines of why was I going alone. And to clarify it, I turned to Sesshoumaru.

“Is it a habit of yours to question everything?” Well that hardly answered my question.

Breathe Kagome, remember patience is a virtue…oh hell, who cares?

“And is it a hobby of yours to dodge every question like it's the plague?” Logic told me that I shouldn't have said that, at least not out loud and to his face, but this was an illogical situation. I ignored the warning look in his eyes and that of my friends as well. “You realise I need some answers, right?”

I could tell by his now narrowed eyes that I was on the verge of crossing the line and I forced myself to stop. I wanted answers and this wasn't the way to get them. Okay, time for a new approach. I turned back to the others.

“What about you guys?” I asked, trying to sound calm.

Sango threw a glance at the demon lord and then a rather angrier one at Inuyasha. “I'd rather stay with you, Kagome-chan.”

“Stop stalling,” Inuyasha growled with great annoyance. “Just go.”

It took a lot of effort not to `sit' him on impulse. And it wasn't until I took a good look at him and saw the worried, warning look on his face that I managed to master myself. Clearly, he had his reasons for wanting me to go. The only problem was…I didn't want to go…like really.

Miroku was silent, though seemingly sympathetic. But from the beginning, I had my suspicions that he knew more than me and the current gleam of whatever it was in his eyes, if not his behaviour before breakfast, assured me of my suspicions. But the thing was…I still trusted him as well. Did I really have to go?

Shippo, on the other hand, jumped and lodged himself into my arms. “I don't want Kagome-okaa-san to leave me!”

I hugged him closer to me, suddenly very ashamed of myself for a reason. My stalling and asking all these questions had made this a big deal to Shippo where as all I was really doing was momentarily going to get something but then coming back. I hated myself for scaring Shippo even though a part of me - a big part of me - insisted that I had a right to know. I let out a slow sigh, deciding to give in for the moment.

I tried not to show it as I went to my back pack, but I was quite bummed out. I didn't want to be alone with Sesshoumaru and I didn't want to leave my friends. I'd been going back and forth between the two eras of my life, but whenever I was in medieval Japan, I always had my friends with me (minus the inevitable odd circumstances that separated us for maybe a few hours at a time). Willingly, yet forlornly, I unpacked my stuff and then repacked them, leaving behind what I thought would be useful to them.

It was me who told Shippo not to worry as only I could have made him believe it. Even then, it took me a while for I also had to persuade Sango, from whom it was a lot harder to hide my own anxiety. Inuyasha and Miroku helped me out a bit and I couldn't help but mull over their actions. Why was it that when I needed to go home for tests and exams Inuyasha caused so much difficulty, yet now, he seemed to be completely compliant? What did Sesshoumaru have on him?

Before we separated, I dug through my back pack one last time and handed Shippo all my candy supply from the future. We arranged to meet each other in about a week's time at Kaede's village as Inuyasha still planned to go jewel hunting in my absence and the group would then be hard to find. And then, with a few tense goodbyes, I separated from my friends for the first time to go somewhere else in sengoku jidai…with Sesshoumaru.

 

 

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Phew…that's over…okay, I'm posting this…ehem…a week late…but you can't argue with midterms, and I mean midtermS. Aaaand, I had to help my mom through her test (English). Let's see…what else…oh, I know. Thank you guys so much for the reviews. I love checking my email and see it full of your reviews. So I've gone opened a new account special to fanfiction so that if I even I need a pick-me-up, I just go and see all the wonderful reviews and then I get inspired and go type like crazy. Type the story I mean, cause I don't just go sit in front of my laptop and tap on the keyboard for hours at a time…really…I've…um…never done that…

 

Oh, I thought it'd be fun to put two quotes up this time and so I did. Hope you guys like them. I'm currently searching for some good meaningful ones for my next chapter. But I think I already know what I'm going to use. But then again, maybe I'll save that for a corresponding chapter. I don't know, we'll see.

 

Um…there definitely was something else…give me a second…um…OH I know! Normally, I don't put in songs in my stories (that doesn't include poems), but there's this one that I'm totally obsessed with that I really really want to work into the story cause it would fit in really nicely. I'm listening to it now. I won't tell you which. But if anyone has any objections, tell me and I'll try and make up my mind accordingly.

 

There, now that's all. Enjoy! Er…or rather…I hope you enjoyed seeing as how this is the end of the chapter… .