InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Vying for Dominance ❯ Moonlight Magic ( Chapter 24 )

Moonlight Magic

 

 

“Enai.” Auria's voice was muffled slightly by the layer of cloth that covered her nose and mouth as she lifted her sleeve to block her senses. She moved over to where her sister was crouched beside the small fire they had started, but stopped, cringing in distaste upon seeing the charred black rodent that was skewered on the end of one of Enai's Sais. “I do believe it is customary to skin the hare before attempting to cook it.”

 

“Really?” Enai asked curiously, lifting the blackened corpse of what once was a rabbit. She eyed the little body curiously for a moment, taking in the charred fur and blistering skin, before looking back to Auria. “Why?”

 

“Well, for starters,” Jomon commented as he brought himself to stand by Auria's side, “You wouldn't be causing us all to suffocate with the stench of burning fur.”

 

“Yeah,” Enai replied slowly, her own nose already so chocked with smoke that she couldn't smell the horrid singeing of hair any longer, “But then how else am I supposed to cook it?”

 

And that was the question. None of them really knew. After all, they were dogs. They ate their meat raw, fresh from the kill. They had no need for the effort of cooking their meals as it was customary in the mortal communities. And though they understood that humans cooked their food, that didn't mean understanding gave them any real knowledge on how to go about it.

 

“Don't look at me,” Jomon told the young golden girl when she lifted her questioning eyes to him. “I hunted it. That means it's your job to cook it.”

 

Enai looked to Haiiro next, surely her teacher would know. But he only shook his large head as he added more wood to the fire he had built.

 

So, with an elaborate huff, Enai just went right back to what she had been doing, charring the little furry bugger until its meat was cooked.

 

“Great Kami, what is that smell?”

 

The miko's voice was the first notice the scent inebriated Inu were given of her approach. And Enai, eager to present her gift to her, jumped up excitedly from her place by the fire, holding up the skewed, charred, and now nearly headless from the abrupt jarring that brought the young Inu girl to her feet, rodent for the miko to see. “I'm cooking dinner!” she exclaimed merrily.

 

“Gee…,” Kagome replied slowly, taking notice of how all eyes seemed a little too fixed on her as they waited for her response. She swallowed thickly as she looked back to the charred remains of some…thing…hoping beyond hope that he stomach would hold out through yet another torture. Still, she managed to force a smile. “That's great.”

 

Enai yipped happily, and was about to drop back down to continue her culinary masterpiece, but was stopped short when her sai was swiftly lifted from her grip. Looking up in start, Enai was shocked still to find Sesshomaru standing beside her and holding her weapon along with its contents.

 

“Thank you, Enai,” he dismissed her with his gratitude, “But I do believe that it would be better for everyone if someone actually acquainted with mortal food to be the one to prepare it.”

 

“Hai, my Lord.”

 

Kagome didn't miss the disappointment that sighed in Enai's voice. And though she was thanking Sesshomaru with every part of her being - her poor, poor stomach at the forefront - she was also grateful for the effort the young golden one had gone through for her sake.

 

“Enai,” she called out to her. Once she had her attention, she smiled slyly. “You know, I've been thinking about what you asked me. And I think you're right.”

 

Blinking in confusion, not quite understanding the young miko's statement, Enai stared blankly at her for a moment. But then Kagome turned slightly, sending a wink to the raven one sitting by the fire with Haiiro. She had brought her hand up to cover the smile curving on her lips, but hadn't quite been able to hide the bright glimmer in her eyes.

 

Enai's face lit up with excited understanding. “Sex in motion?” She asked Kagome with a squeak of glee.

 

And Kagome's smile widened with wickedness as she nodded. “Definitely.”

 

“I do not suppose,” Takked drawled out slowly as he looked down to the little miko on his arm indulging in a joke only the females present seemed privy to, “That you might care to elaborate?”

 

But Kagome only giggled and shook her head, watching as Enai swooned in a light-hearted dance, taunting her sister to break her smile through where she was trying to keep it at bay.

 

“Hn.” Takked eyed the females strangely for a moment. But, shaking it away, realizing that in this their conflict had been eased, he brought his attention to other matters. “Haiiro,” he addressed the grey. “Would you perhaps locate Tannis and Kuro so that we might begin the ceremony?” Nodding shortly, Haiiro lifted himself to his task, and Takked looked to Sesshomaru who was handing Enai back her sai, only having replaced her charred creature with several strips of meat skewered along its length. The young female was blushing so deeply that even the fine tip of her ears had taken on a faint red hue, but even so, she giggled with glee as she took the offering. Well, at least now he knew who their joke was about. Clearing his throat slightly to keep his mirth in check, he spoke again. “Sesshomaru, if you are about finished here?”

 

Sesshomaru spared another curious look at Enai over her jubilance before shrugging it off and turning to Takked to give a curt nod.

 

“Well, miko Kagome, it seems this is where we part ways again.” Patting her hand lightly as he slipped his arm away, Takked offered Kagome a warm smile. “I look forward to our next talk.”

 

He knows something. There was just something in his tone that left Kagome a little on edge. But she couldn't figure out why. The elder had already discovered her big secret, what else was there for him to know? But he didn't say anything more, turning to take his leave along with Sesshomaru. But even as he went, Kagome had seen the way Sesshomaru looked back to her. She thought that maybe he was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't for the life of her understand what.

 

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Damn dogs!

 

Finally coming to an understanding of what Takked had so obviously known and so obviously refused to tell her, Kagome mentally cursed the old dog for all she was worth. And then, because he damn well should have let her in on this little development, she cursed Sesshomaru as well, making oaths of promises to herself about what she would do to that damn dog the next time she got her hands on him.

 

She had just been sitting there, minding her own business, eating the surprisingly eatable meat Enai had offered her after having it prepared a little more properly, and then all of a sudden, with absolutely no warning, her senses were thrown into chaos by a massive surge of youkai power. But not just one. Following the first, another surged up in answer, and then another, and then another.

 

It had started on the hilltop overlooking the lake waters, the four Lords of sun and moon and sky taking the lead. But then the others had joined with them, flaring their energies outwards, lifting the flames of eternity into the night sky to dance upon a canvas of black along with the silver disk of the moon and its spattering of stars. So great was the dance of the fires that it howled on the winds in the valley below the mountain peaks, a thousand voices joining together into one mighty roar.

 

It would have been incredible, if, of course, it hadn't been so excruciatingly painful. The fires tore at her from all sides, surrounding her in its wild inferno, tearing at her sanity as much as her senses as the mindless burn sought to consume everything that she was. It was too much. Just too much. She couldn't take it. She had to fight against it.

 

But she couldn't. She knew she couldn't. They were all around her, and she knew that some would not have the strength to stand against the light should her barriers break and she release it. She strained against it, fighting with her own instincts that screamed out to vanquish the threat, to preserve her own wellbeing. But she was fighting a loosing battle, as the fires around her only grew, and the howling echo mounted with more and more voices to add to its mighty call.

 

“Jomon!” Calling frantically to the young Lord, Kagome rushed over to him, forcing her way through the wild tearing of his aura against her senses. She pointed urgently towards the hilltop where the other Lords stood. “You've got to get me up there!”

 

“Such a thing is not permitted, miko,” he told her, his voice low and thick with heavy vibrations, but not meant to be threatening.

 

But Kagome quickly shook her head. “It doesn't matter. I have to get up there.” She lifted her hand, letting him see the sparks of light energy that leapt across her skin, weaving and shifting through her fingers as its attempts to lance outwards were curbed by her forced hold on them. “I can't hold it back much longer. If this stuff gets out, I can't tell you what's going to happen. They can take it,” she told him as she pointed to the Lords again, “They can hold it back from the others. Please, Jomon,” she pleaded, “Brother. I need your help.”

 

“Brother…”

 

Free to dance in the heat of the demon fires were the instincts of the youkai spirit which bore them into being. And for a brother of two worlds, one cast aside for his place with his mother's people; here, now, Jomon saw them together as they had never been. This mortal child called him brother, her voice seeming so very small in the howling winds, yet so clear it could speak to that part of him that had yearned to hear another voice in the call of the ancients; that of his brothers and sisters that could not stand here as he was now.

 

It was in her that a part of that brotherhood came alive in him again, that part of himself which he had fought so long to deny.

 

But he could not deny it, not what was so much a part of him. He had fought for so long just to prove he belonged here, and he had, and he had taken his rightful title that his grandfather held when the golden clan first joined the General's pack. Though in the battles for the land he had been killed, even now Tannis gave respect to family, even the mongrel son.

 

But his family was more than that, more than this. His brothers of the wolf clan were still a part of him, always with him. He knew this as he had always known it, and yet now, as he looked upon this mortal child not of his kind, still he found in her a vision of tomorrow, of the day where more of his brothers would stand here just as she was now.

 

Then that she had given him this, this vision as he could only imagine would have been in the General's eyes when he first fought to bring the Inu together, he would do as she asked. And for this, he would give her the title she deserved, calling her always after this day his, “Sister.”

 

Stepping closer to the young miko, Jomon reached out to take hold of her. But the instant he touched her, he could feel his hand and arm burning with sharp currents of restless energy. His muscles flexed hard, his claws curving dangerously against her back, and he growled deeply in warning.

 

“Sorry! Sorry!” Kagome answered quickly to his unspoken demand. “I'll try my best to keep it back. But please, hurry!”

 

Reaching up to him, Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged herself closer, trying to focus her senses within the singular burn of Jomon's unique aura. Though it was still relatively unknown, in a single presence she could find focus enough not to be overwhelmed by the chaotic dance of so many. And that there was a part of him where the golden burn was brushed with hot streaks of blue; she found comfort in the familiar presence of a wolf, a friend, a brother.

 

He could feel the desperation in the way she held him, and the strain she was placing on herself to hold back against the draw of the light as her muscles trembled and her smaller frame shook against him. It burned beyond anything he had ever known to touch her. A heat that was no heat seared through more than his skin, so consuming it smothered the burn of his own power in its wake. It was a pain like no other, and yet when on instinct his own powers surged up to fight against the threat, though he felt the clash as the two collided, he also could feel the barriers between them just being maintained as they both struggled to accept a presence so foreign to their senses.

 

But there could be no more stalling, and Jomon knew it. Even as she fought to contain it, the miko's hold on her rising spirit was slipping, causing more and more of the searing energies to escape from her petite frame. Such power in this small mortal girl. It was nearly overwhelming. But he would fight it as he fought himself to keep from retaliating against the burn. He would, for all their sakes.

 

Tightening his hold on her despite the burn against his skin, Jomon pushed off strongly to bring them both quickly to the hilltop where the ceremony to commemorate the summer solstice had begun. He set them down halfway between the Lords on the hilltop and those gathered at its base, stepping back quickly from the struggling miko, pulling away from the white burn of her powers at the same time as shielding her from the rising voices behind him.

 

“Jomon, what is the meaning of this?”

 

The sharp command had come from Tannis, and Jomon bowed deeply. “Forgive me, my Lords. But sister Kagome has insisted the urgency of the matter.”

 

“Sister?”

 

“That mortal filth has no place here!” Kuro's voice ripped over Tannis's reply. “Remove her, Jomon, before I remove you both!”

 

“Pleas, my Lords.” Kagome had fallen to her knees before them. “I beg you: lend me your strength. Shield those that can not shield themselves. I can not hold back against them all any longer.”

 

“Wretched miko! You have already taken one life here! You will be dead by my claws before you can take another!”

 

“Kuro.” Sesshomaru had stepped forward to stop the black Inu's movement towards Kagome. “She pleads with us to prevent the deaths of our own, and you would condemn her as such?

 

“You have grown soft, Sesshomaru, to not see the trap she has laid out before you!” Kuro returned with fury. “That thing is the enemy of all our kind! And you stand here and do nothing while she prepares to destroy us all!”

 

“Guys…” Kagome's strained voice went unnoticed by the two Inu facing off.

 

“You tread dangerously, Kuro, to suggest that This Sesshomaru would ever allow such a thing.”

 

“I tread dangerously?” Kuro asked with a sharp bark. “I have been protecting this pack from dangers since your father's time! And the only danger here is that you are protecting that wretched human from the only fate that awaits her!”

 

“Guys…” Her voice strained even further, and still she was ignored.

 

“Her fate is not for you to decide, Kuro.”

 

“Her fate is already sealed! She must die!”

 

“GUYS!!” Panting heavily against the overbearing strain placed against her, Kagome raised her voice to penetrate through the angry air. Though it had not been her voice that drew the attention of the Lords, but rather the keening wail of her bowstring as it was drawn taught and set with her prized arrow. Aiming first at the black Inu, knowing he would use any opportunity to take her down, Kagome shouted at him, “You seriously, SERIOUSLY, do NOT want to FUCK with me right now!!”

 

And it was true. She was so charged up that she couldn't even begin to think what damage would come from a concentrated shot of her powers directed through a sacred arrow. Apparently, the black Inu realized this as well; and though reluctant to pull back from his aggressive stance, he had fought battles for far too long to not know when to withdraw.

 

Her breathing erratic, and her hands shaky against the wood of her bow, Kagome turned to Sesshomaru. “Unless I find a better target, like, NOW, I'll be more than happy to show you exactly how much of a threat This Miko is!!”

 

She watched as Sesshomaru stepped forwards again, watched as his hand moved to his side to draw the dark demon blade of Tokijin. And still she held her ground against him, hoping beyond hope that he would understand, and that he would help her now when she most needed him to.

 

Tears welled up in her eyes when she saw him plant Tokijin deeply in the ground before drawing Tenseiga and moving closer again. Because he had understood, and he was going to help her. He walked right up to her, the wash of crimson fires such a relief to know that it was him and he was with her, blocking out the savage burn from her senses until she could feel him and him alone.

 

When he thrust Tenseiga downwards to embed it in the ground at her feet, she trembled as the coursing wave of power washed through her as it flowed from his hands down the length of the Heavenly blade to be embraced by the earth.

 

But all the while, his eyes never left hers, piercing gold that cut through night's shadows as easily as his blade through the air.

 

This time, she understood his warning. What was more, she understood why he had not said something sooner or why he had not tried to have her moved away from those gathered here even knowing how she would be affected by the surge of so many youkai auras. He wanted this. He wanted this display of power. He wanted it for her, so that they would stop questioning her strength. And he wanted it for himself, for those who would think to question him.

 

“You don't think…?” She wouldn't finish, but she knew he understood.

 

His only response was a tightly controlled lifting of his lips into a devious smirk before he moved away from the path of her arrow, stepping behind her to shield the gathered crowd from the fallout of her shot with a powerful draw on the expanses of his mighty aura.

 

Her focus though was held by the new shifting of the lake waters as its depths were lit from within by a light not of this world. It grew with impossible speed and intensity, until finally not even the waters could hold it at bay. The surface heaved, parting in a showering rain as the Dragon of Light, the enforcer of Heaven's blade erupted from the still waters in a surging torrent of furious might. It lifted itself into the night sky, the burn of its power growing to smother the light of the moon as its ethereal form coiled above the mountain peaks.

 

Seeing her target, Kagome took aim and fired.

 

Her arrow was like a comet streaking the night sky, its light so bright it gave the illusion of daylight in the valley below the mountain peaks. And she watched its path, even when she knew that Kuro had take Sesshomaru's bait and made a lunge to take hold of the weapon left before her. The Dragon of Light parted it maw, its coiled body stretching out to its full size and fearsome image as it reached forwards to confront the power set against it.

 

But in purity there is life, and in life there is purity. And so her arrow was not destroyed by the dragon's wrath, nor it by her light.

 

Moonlight magic played in the skies as the enforcer of Heaven's blade drew upon the light to feed its strength, to make its own power grow. But for the one too much consumed by his own wrath to see the light, it would be his undoing. Kuro had hardly touched the hilt of Tokijin when its connection to Tenseiga was made clear. The demon blade surged with fury to be bound by the light, drawing upon even more demon fire to fuel its wrath. From the black Inu, the blade would take its offering, and it struck out against its bindings.

 

At the very heart of the Light Dragon's power, crimson flames set by Sesshomaru's hand and corrupted by the dark currents of Kuro's own power were ignited. As they fought to press outwards, the light would draw back against them, containing the burn within. Steadily, the mighty dragon began to loose form, power against power reaching their critical points. When the time came, the blast was incredible, light being scattered across the heavens in an array of millions of new stars to play upon the canvas of black.

 

But while all could see the power behind it, it was Kuro who felt the impact as it was transferred through the demon blade held in his grasp into him. He was thrown back from it, away from his intended target with such force that he cleared the hilltop and was sent hurtling into the still churning waters of the vast lake.

 

Kagome, however, paid no heed to the black Inu, knowing that had been his own doing that brought him to such a shameful defeat. Her sight remained focused on the incredible scattering of energy across the heavens, her features lit up with excited glee and wondrous awe.

 

“It's so pretty!” she exclaimed happily. For a moment, overcome by what she was seeing and the light happy feeling of glee spreading through her, she forgot where she was, turning to Sesshomaru and tugging slightly on his sleeve as she asked, “Did you know that was going to happen?”

 

His only response, however, was a low growl as he pulled sharply away from her touch.

 

“Oh!” she gasped softly and immediately pulled her hands back. “I'm sorry!”

 

“Do not be sorry for Sesshomaru, miko,” Tannis's laughing voice cut in. He winked slyly when she turned and her eyes found his. “I happen to agree with you. It was a beautiful display.” And it wasn't only the mighty dragon to which he referred, as even as they spoke he could hear Kuro pulling himself from the lake and trying to shake off the water along with his humiliation.

 

“N…no,” Kagome replied hesitantly, “That's not it. See, I'm still a little over-charged, and when I touched him I sorta…”

 

“Miko.”

 

Kagome grimaced when she heard the hard edge in Sesshomaru's voice, but she finished anyways, “…healed a piece of his arm.”

 

“His arm?” Takked inquired curiously. “How is such a thing even possible?”

 

Kagome shrugged and shook her head. “I'm not really sure. Most of the time I don't even realize I'm doing it. I guess subconsciously I still feel bad about it because I was there when he lost it.”

 

“You know how he lost his arm?” Tannis asked in surprise.

 

“You don't?” Kagome replied just as surprised. It just seemed impossible that he could keep something like that from all of them.

 

“Sesshomaru is quite reluctant to speak of the circumstance surrounding the event,” Takked explained. “Perhaps you would care to enlighten us?”

 

“You will not, miko.”

 

Completely baffled, Kagome turned to Sesshomaru. In some ways, she understood why he wouldn't want them to know, but in so many more she just couldn't. She understood that he wasn't very proud of loosing to Inuyasha, but it wasn't just to him that he had lost. His father's fang had played a pivotal role in it. Surely he couldn't be shamed that he was defeated by his father's strength, not now, not after so much had happened, not when he and Inuyasha had managed to do what even their father could not.

 

But then…maybe she could use this knowledge to her advantage, and his. After all, it wasn't like Sesshomaru was going to do anything about it if she did decide to play with him a little. If he did, he would be giving himself away, and she knew he wasn't about to do that. So, she was pretty much in the clear, or so she told herself.

 

Her eyes glinted with mischief as a sly smile crept onto her lips. “Oh, I get it,” she told Sesshomaru coyly. “You want them all to think that you lost your arm in some silly skirmish so that you can get your piece of the action. You figured that if they didn't think you were invincible, that you might get a challenge or two to stretch your claws.” She giggled playfully when she saw Sesshomaru's blank mask crack as he tried to conceal his confused reaction. Turning to Takked, she told him with a wink. “He really is too modest. He doesn't want to brag about the fact that he accomplished what even his father never could.”

 

“What are you saying, miko?” the elder Lord asked suspiciously.

 

Waving her hand in an absent gesture, Kagome replied, “Well, someone had to send So'unga through that hell portal it opened. So what if he lost an arm to do it, I still think it's pretty remarkable.”

 

“So'unga? I thought So'unga was lost after the General's death.”

 

“Yeah, about that. The silly thing was collecting dust in my family's shrine for generations. We didn't realize that it was a demon blade. Saya's seals on So'unga's power were very effective. But then one day, the old spirit's seals just gave, and So'unga managed to break out. Of course, the evil blade took possession of the first creature it could, and that, unfortunately, was Inuyasha. If it hadn't been for Sesshomaru lending his sword to the battle, we would all be a whole lot more toasty right now.”

 

Inuyasha… She spoke the name of her hanyou, and Tannis's suspicions over the boy's parentage were only further confirmed. He turned to Sesshomaru, knowing that he held the answers. “I thought that So'unga was bound by the laws of the three worlds. How is it that you managed to defeat it without Tetsusaiga?”

 

Takked, however, was quick to change the subject and direct attention back to the young miko. “Miko, you say that you can heal a youkai?”

 

Kagome nodded slowly in response, not much liking where this particular line of questioning was going any more than the last. “I guess so. But it isn't really me. I just sorta force his powers to respond to mine. They take over in the barrier I create and he more or less heals himself.”

 

“Interesting,” Takked drawled out slowly. “I would like to see this talent of yours.”

 

“I'm sorry,” Kagome was quick to reply. “I can't do that.”

 

“And why is that?”

 

Gesturing vaguely around her, she bought herself some time to come up with an acceptable response. “I don't need another reason for those bitches to try and challenge me, or for Kuro to attack me,” she finally replied. “Besides, I think my ignorance of your customs has already inconvenienced Lord Sesshomaru far more than he appreciates. I will not make the same mistake again as to offer him my favor.”

 

“Then why not a trade for services rendered?” the elder returned. Looking to Sesshomaru, he added, “She's right, you know. With Auria expelled from her most coveted position, the bitches are already preparing another challenge. And we all know Kuro will not be so easily deterred from his revenge against her. It seems to me that the miko is in need of a protector. Would not the return of ones arm be a fitting payment for such a momentary inconvenience?”

 

“Perhaps,” Sesshomaru allowed carefully. But after a moment of considering the matter, he looked to Kagome. “Can it be done, miko?”

 

“All of it in one shot?” she asked slowly, trying to figure out what exactly he wanted from her now. “I don't know. Maybe.”

 

“Yes or no.”

 

Kagome was confused. She had thought that he didn't want her to heal his arm. But he was making it out as though he was willing to let her. Why now? Why here? Maybe…maybe because now he had more to gain from having it returned to him? Maybe because now there was more for her to gain as well? If the benefits outweighed the drawbacks, if he saw her healing him now as more than simply her favor, more than her acceptance; if it meant something to him, something more than it had during their time together; then maybe…

 

“Yes,” she finally answered with a determined nod. If he would allow this, then she could do it. She knew she could.

 

“Is this arrangement acceptable to you?”

 

“If it is with you.”

 

“Hn.”

 

If he were to be honest with himself, his hesitation didn't come from the idea of her returning his arm. In fact, to be able to feel her touch, know once again the radiant burn of her power, and there was more than reason enough to convince him. But it was the knowledge that for her to actually do it would be a severe drain against her energy stores that gave him pause. With her having already expelled such a large amount of energy, he knew that it would be difficult for her.

 

Difficult, but perhaps not impossible. She seemed so sure of herself, so confident. And he knew that it was more than faith in her own abilities that made her so. She wanted to do this. She had wanted to do it ever since they had discovered it was in her power. She wanted to do it for him. He knew this. But she had done so much already, what right did he have to ask for anything more?

 

Even if it meant finally being able to stand up for her, openly protecting her from those who would do her harm, could he really take so much from her? But then, he took nothing from her that she did not offer freely. And he would see this debt repaid. He would find a way to give to her as she would give to him now. He would. He would, and it would not be something so simple as a debt repaid. It would be so much more than that. It would be for her, for she who had given him more than he ever thought possible, she who knew him as no other did, who not only had fought for him but with him as well, an ally turned lover who even now stood before him offering him more of what she was.

 

It was more than he had the right to ask for, and yet as he could not deny her, he could not deny her this. And more, he knew he wanted this. For whatever his reasons to prevent her from doing it before, such reasons no longer held sway with the realization that it was as much for himself. He would accept this gift that only she could ever give to him; and that in doing so he would forever carry with him the reminder of all that she was, all that she had done for him, and all that she had come to mean to him.

 

“Very well, miko Kagome,” he finally replied, “Let us see if your talents are as you claim them to be.”

 

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Sorry! Sorry! I know I said I'd try to get this up by Sunday, but the scene proved a lot more tricky than I had imagined it being. All the talk of energy and stuff was starting to make my head spin. Lol, it's a good thing I had such a light scene in the beginning or I might never have gotten through it ;P Still, it's all part of the plan, and it's actually moving along nicely. The next chapter though will probably take a while, but that's because I'll finally be getting to my next citrus scene and those tend to draw themselves out whenever I sit down to write them. But I really do think it'll be worth it once it's finished.

 

So, until next time all.

 

Cheers.

 

Shadow