Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Fate of the Damned ❯ Healing ( Chapter 8 )

Well, it's certainly been awhile, hasn't it? D:

 

I'm really, really sorry that this fic is taking so friggin long to update. The good news is that I'm out of school for the summer and therefore have absolutely no reason to be lazy. So, since I now have all the time I need AND I have the other two chapters planned out, they should be updated more frequently.

 

Hopefully.

 

I'd also like to give a quick thank you to my friend Harutemu, who has been online helping me get this bitch of a chapter written. Thanks a lot, hun. :3 You manage to get my muses off their asses and help me get stuff done. Ilu hardcore.

 

Anyway, without further ado, here's chapter eight of Fate of the Damned.

 

Enjoy! :3

 

The first thing to register in Malik's foggy mind upon awakening was the sensation of being lifted into a pair of strong arms. Groaning softly, he opened his eyes and blinked hazily, lids weighted down by both fatigue and pain. When his vision cleared and he was able to focus on the face of his transporter, he quickly realized it was none other than Otogi, the head of the demon servant quarters. Surprised by this, it took him a moment to react to the sight of the fairly familiar face.

 

The young demon, upon noticing that Malik had regained consciousness, took advantage of the stunned silence and made his way toward the heavy door of the underground chamber, glad for the reprieve from the human's incessant ranting.

 

Predictably, the peace didn't last long.

 

Once his bearings had returned to him, Malik shifted painfully in the ebony-haired demon's arms and groaned softly, the sensation of his tunic rubbing against his back pure agony. Grasping the course material shakily, he loosened the article around his upper body and allowed it to pool at his lap. Wondering when exactly his tunic had been wrapped around his nude body, he eventually came to the decision that he had better things to occupy his mind - namely, the many questions he was eager to have answered. Where was Ryou? Where were they to be taken? Were they to be separated? What was going to happen to them?

 

Unfortunately, all he managed to croak out was a soft, “Where…?” which fell short of what he'd intended to ask. Otogi seemed to understand his concerns, thankfully, and managed to answer most of his unspoken questions.

 

“I'm taking you back to the slave quarters, if that's what you're asking.” Sneering, he glared at nothing in particular as he made his way to the door, his demeanor confusing Malik until an explanation came in the form of the demon's next huffed comment. “Normally,” Otogi said, negative mood radiating from him in waves, “I'd have another demon do such a demeaning job, but this request was made of me by Master Marik himself, and I'd rather not upset him.”

 

Momentarily lost in his angry thoughts, Otogi let slip some of his complaints on the matter, unaware that Malik could hear the soft mumbles. Grumbled protests such as, “Why on earth did I have to be the one to run into him in the main hall?” and “Doesn't he realize this is a job for a lower slave?” fell from the demon's lips, surprising Malik and making him perk his ears in an attempt to hear more. After all, it never hurt to have some incriminating information regarding the head demon stored away.

 

Despite the pain in his shoulders and back, the blond forced his head lower in order to hide the devious smile that was practically splitting his face in two, disguising the movement with a well-timed moan of distress. He only hoped Otogi mistook the small tremors in his shoulders as a mere show of pain, rather than the result of holding in his desperate chuckles.

 

Reasons behind his unexpected `generosity' now explained, Otogi went on to discuss what was to happen once they reached their destination. “When we come to the slave quarters, you'll meet with your little friend in the healing tent, and you'll both be given the medical supplies allotted to human servants. Afterward, your fate rests in the hands of your masters.” Here, Otogi paused to shift the blond's body in his arms and reach for the door handle, pulling it open with a heavy grunt.

 

Once the creaking of the hinges quieted, he gripped the boy closer to his chest and made his way out into the hall, taking a moment to glance down at the mop of blond hair brushing against his arms and crimson top. “To tell you the truth, I have more hope for you then your friend, boy. At least your new master seems to hold somewhat of an interest in you. That Ryou fellow has a tough path ahead of him, I'm sure of it.”

 

Grimacing, Malik raised his head and shot the demon the most venomous look he could muster before collapsing in pain in Otogi's hold. The man laughed cruelly at the pitiful attempt at defiance and took another step forward, making sure to jostle the boy unnecessarily in the process. “Keep it up, human, and you won't have to worry about your friend much longer. You'll be killed for your insolence, and he'll have the opportunity to suffer under my master's rule, alone and unwanted for the rest of his existence.”

 

This statement seemed to have the desired effect, and the blond clamped his jaws shut and bit his lower lip forcibly, trying to keep his mutinous tongue from getting him into further trouble.

 

As the trip back to the upper floors continued and the dingy walls of the dungeon area passed him by, Malik closed his eyes to keep the hallway from spinning, and leaned heavily against the arm supporting his head. Just you wait, he thought savagely, I'll prove myself to this `Marik,' earn his trust, and put myself in his favor. Once that happens, I'll have more say in what happens in this castle then you'd ever think possible, demon.

 

Grinning despite himself, Malik allowed his body to relax, and dreamed of better days to come.

 

Whilst his friend was being brought up to the infirmary tent, Ryou remained lying still and passive on his belly, the covers of the sick-bed wrapped snuggly around him. He had made his small journey from the dungeons back to the slave quarters a few hours earlier, and, after getting bandaged and receiving a hearty cup of warm water, was now swimming in blissful, drug-induced unconsciousness.

 

Miraculously, his dreams were not filled with cries of agony and streams of blood, but instead merely consisted of foggy woodlands, the distant sounds of childish laughter, and an anonymous figure who only seemed to appear before him in silhouette.

 

As the medication wore off, Ryou's mind began to deviate in and out of the world around him, his drooping eyelids opening every so often to catch a bleary glimpse of his surroundings. When he heard a small disturbance nearby, he warily rubbed his face into his stiff pillow and turned his head toward the bed to his right, glancing over the top of the side-table and water bowl to catch sight of a mop of blonde hair and tanned skin.

 

It took a moment to collect his thoughts and gather the energy to focus, his tired eyes following the dark figures moving near his bed. The mixture of sounds and colors confused him, the shadows filling the room and the flickering candlelight making it hard to recognize one person from another. Finally, one voice managed to break through Ryou's daze and alert him that Malik had joined him in the ward.

 

“Ouch! Not so rough!” Malik cried, his skin crawling from the pain and mishandling by the sorry excuse for a doctor and that cold-hearted bastard, Otogi. “I'm injured, remember?” Grasping the stiff sheets of the hospital bed beneath him, Malik watched as Otogi yanked the silver tunic from around his bloodied legs and tossed it to the floor to join an equally bloodied black tunic. The dark-skinned boy could only assume the other tunic belonged to Ryou.

 

The doctor turned to send his exposed patient a hateful glare, his yellowish skin and goat-like horns glinting in the low candlelight as his crimson eyes narrowed at his newest `patient.' “Be silent, human!” He shouted, voice booming throughout the tent and jostling both Ryou and Malik with the severity of it. “You will receive whatever treatment we decide to give you, and you will be thankful for it!”

 

Sniffing disdainfully, he scrunched up his already ugly face, the features becoming monstrous in the flickering light, and continued in a slightly calmer tone. “Believe me, it is not every day that I allow humans into my infirmary to take up bed space and pilfer our supply of much needed medications. So, for as long as I must put up with you, I expect you and your friend to keep your mouths shut and lie still, so you may heal and I can be rid of you both as soon as possible.”

 

“Yes, slave.” Otogi spoke up from the washing basin near the front of the tent, his arms elbow-deep in the soapy water. “You would do well to follow the good doctor's orders. Wouldn't want your stay here to be unnecessarily painful, now would you?” He sneered cruelly at the irate stare the blonde was sending his way, having no qualms against berating the young human. When he was sure his point had been made, he turned and scanned the room for the bald-headed doctor, towel-drying his hands absently.

 

Thanks to the other's stark white tunic, he was easy enough to spot in the back corner of the exceptionally dim room, the upper half of his torso hidden from view by the door of a medical storage locker. Raising an eyebrow as he watched the man dig through the various shelves and haphazardly placed medical tools, he gave his hands one more thorough rub with the hand-cloth before throwing it aside and meandering over to the older demon.

 

“Sorry for the intrusion.” Otogi muttered, coming to a stop next to the older male. Crossing his arms over his blood-red shirt and shifting his stance, he leaned close to the doctor so as not to be overheard by the humans and whispered quietly near the other's ear. “I know this will be a problem for you, but I must ask you to keep these two humans alive and relatively intact.”

 

Pausing in his rummaging, the doctor turned to study the younger demon's face, his expression becoming one of confusion. “Why so worried about them, Otogi?” he asked, glancing into the storage locker to locate a roll of gauze. Spotting the desired item near the back of a lower shelf, he leaned down to grasp it, his hand pausing on the tightly wound fabric. “Growing a bit attached to the humans, are you?”

 

Snorting loudly at the accusation, Otogi stood straight and glared daggers at the doctor. “Of course not, you idiot!” he growled, having to remind himself to keep his voice down when a pair of curious violet eyes turned to study him from one of the few sick-beds situated around the tent. Composing himself, the ebony-haired demon let his arms drop to his sides, his fingers absently gripping his black pants in irritation.

 

“Look, it's not that I personally care about them.” He murmured, crouching to come face-to-face with the doctor. Placing one hand on his knee and the other on the floor to balance himself, he explained the situation. “It's just that these two humans have managed to find a bit of acceptance in Master Marik and Master Bakura's eyes.” The look of shock that crossed the older demon's face affirmed Otogi's view that the idea of this was preposterous. Grinding his teeth together, the younger man reluctantly continued.

 

“So, since the Master's seem to find something worthwhile in these two humans, we can't allow them to die on us. I don't know about you, but getting punished for allowing a human's death is not something I wish to undertake.” Glaring at the floor, Otogi seemed to be seriously considering something as he whispered, apparently to himself, “I can't imagine how far my reputation would fall if that were to happen. I would lose all respect from my subordinates.”

 

Observing the younger man silently, the doctor acknowledged his fears with a quiet “Hm.” He, too, realized the repercussions of such a punishment, and decided a bit of reassurance was needed in order to alleviate their worries. Picking up his gauze, the doctor closed the doors to the wooden storage locker with a gentle clack, and motioned for Otogi to stand. When the dark-haired demon was level with him, he stepped closer and murmured, “Don't worry, Otogi. I will take this assignment seriously, and will not allow the humans to die - for both our sakes.”

 

Unraveling a good portion of the gauze, the older male tore the piece off using his teeth and claws, and moved to hand it to the somewhat calmer demon beside him. Nodding his thanks, Otogi took the offered gauze and wandered over to the tanned human with a subdued pace, silently conveying his reluctance to deal with Malik. He'd had quite enough of the blond human today, and didn't feel he could keep himself from strangling him if he had to listen to one more of the boy's whiny tirades.

 

Completely understanding Otogi's unwillingness to deal with the strong-willed human, the doctor moved to stand beside his companion at the edge of Malik's bed. Expression becoming one of concentration, the elder demon directed his patient to roll over onto his belly and flatten himself on the straw mattress, so as to ease the strain on his wounds.

 

As the human grudgingly moved to comply, the horned-demon reached for a bowl of premixed salve on the side table near the sick bed. Dropping his roll of gauze to the sheets below, he placed the bowl near the boy's elbow and glanced around for some cloth he could use. Locating a hand cloth on the floor near the tent's entrance, he walked over and scooped it up.

 

When he straightened, he saw another rag draped over the washing basin's edge, its material slightly frayed from overuse. Deciding to bring it as well, he grasped the second cloth and returned to Malik's bedside, his heavy leather boots making loud clunking noises on the stone floor. Submerging the two pieces of cloth in the water basin located on the work table next to the sickbed, he wrung the extra water from the material before placing the now damp fabric next to the bowl on the stiff white sheets.

 

Now prepared for what was to come next, the doctor dipped his index and middle fingers into the grey-tinted balm located in the bowl. Smearing the substance on the rest of his hand, he looked to see if his dark-haired companion was also ready to continue. Seeing that the man had also dropped his gauze and was reaching into the ointment bowl, the yellow-skinned demon nodded toward Otogi to gain his attention. As the younger male glanced at him for further instruction, the doctor gave his directions in a clipped tone.

 

“I will be taking care of the boy's back, seeing as I have more experience with such injuries. You will be caring for the lashes on his arms and legs.” When Otogi nodded his understanding, the doctor continued. “First, you need to wipe away the congealed blood and dead skin from around each injury. This will aid in the recovery process.”

 

Directing Otogi's attention to the damp cloth on the bed, he waited until he received another affirmative nod before moving on to the next step. “When you have finished cleaning each wound, you will rub the ointment into each mark until most of the blood and flesh is covered. Do not press too roughly on the lesions, as unnecessary force can upset the enflamed flesh and cause added pain. Don't worry about any minor bleeding, since it's common in wounds such as these.”

 

Gesturing toward Malik's mangled back as an example, he continued. “As for the remaining injuries to his chest and face, they will have to wait until we have the larger wounds covered and are able to turn him over without causing excess damage.” Nodding his assent once more, Otogi held the cloth over the torn skin of Malik's legs and waited for the doctor to give the signal to proceed. When the doctor moved to grab the second damp cloth on the bed, the dark-haired demon turned his attention back to the human's tanned legs and began to clean away the gore surrounding the boy's gaping wounds.

 

As the two demons began to meticulously clean and treat the large gashes adorning Malik's body, his gasps and grunts of pain radiated throughout the tent. Body protesting the feel of roughened hands roving over his torn flesh, the blond tried desperately to keep from squirming in pain. While he was trying to comply with the doctor's orders to remain flat and still, he also didn't wish to vocalize the agony that he was in. He wasn't about to give the demons any satisfaction in knowing that he was momentarily at their mercy.

 

Ryou watched his friend's treatment silently, his groggy mind able to sympathize with the other boy's plight. Before he had received medicine to dull his own pain, he had been in near agony from the whip lashes and fiery burns adorning his body. Now, he merely floated in and out of consciousness, his misty eyes taking in the occasional image of the doctor flitting about the healing tent, or a glimpse of a passing servant through the open flaps of the tent.

 

When he noticed Malik's painful grunts had faded to mere whimpers, and then to complete silence, he readjusted his head on his pillow to gain a better view of the other boy, noticing that he was now turned onto his back and appeared to be sleeping. Taking in the sight of freshly wound bandages, Ryou was a bit surprised that he hadn't noticed the doctor and Otogi finishing their work. `That pain medication must have really gotten to me.' He thought, eyes roving the darkened tent in search of the two demons.

 

Managing to locate them near the entrance, he watched as they whispered to one another, their faces cast in shadow from the light from the candelabras nearby. Their bodies appeared stiff as they spoke, as though their conversation were exceptionally grim. Wondering if what they were discussing pertained to Malik and him, he glanced back at his friend, starting when he caught dark violet eyes inspecting him.

 

Though the candlelight was low and the shadows surrounding them were murky, Ryou could still make out the pained look on his friend's face. Feeling as though he should offer the other boy some encouragement, Ryou finally parted his lips and attempted to speak. The first attempt ended with him merely managing to force out a guttural noise, so the pale boy swallowed thickly and tried again. This time, he was able to say the other's name in a quiet murmur, but even then his voice cracked violently and caught the demon's attention.

 

The doctor turned quickly to study his two charges, his already hideous face scrunching further in his annoyance. “Listen, humans,” He said, pointing toward their beds with one clawed hand, “I don't want any problems from either of you. I want you to rest for the day, and then be out of my sight by sundown. The medication I've given you is of my own creation and is extremely potent, but that doesn't mean it can offset patient ineptitude. You will need to keep your workload light for the next few days in order to keep your wounds from reopening. Do you understand?”

 

Ryou nodded slowly, catching a mirrored movement from Malik out of the corner of his eye. Relived that his stubborn companion was willing to cooperate, he watched Otogi and the doctor exit the tent and disappear into the gloom of the servant quarters outside. With the excitement of the scene now over, the pale young man could feel the pain medication taking affect once more, causing him inherent drowsiness.

 

Yawning cutely, he shifted under his blanket, the course material irritating his bandages and naked flesh beneath, but not enough to cause him to cast off the only source of warmth he had. Suddenly, he wasn't sure he could stay awake for much longer, even though he now had Malik to keep him company. Eyelids drooping heavily, he turned his head and stared passively at the slightly blurred figure in the next bed, the older boy's vibrant blond hair contrasting sharply to the bleakness of the rest of the room. Catching Malik's gaze once more, he sent the blond and lazy smile, glad when he received one in return.

 

Pulling his blanket up to wrap more firmly around his shoulders, Ryou addressed his friend. “Are you feeling a little better now, Malik?” he asked, his voice muffled by the edges of the blanket's rough material.

 

“Yeah, I guess.” The other sighed, shifting slowly and sucking in a pained gasp. “Ouch! Man, that bastard did a number on me.” Furrowing his brows in a show of pain, he noticed Ryou shift and pull a concerned expression. Wishing to alleviate his friend's worries, Malik smiled gently and spoke in a soft whisper. “Don't look at me like that, Ryou. You should know by now that I'm a tough little shit.”

 

Grinning proudly, his words brought a laugh from the pale youth's throat. Glad to hear such a wonderful sound, Malik continued his reassurances. “Don't worry, Ryou. It's nothing I can't handle.” Glancing up at the canvas top of the tent, he placed his hands gently on the blanket draped over his belly and took a deep breath, trying to relax his aching muscles. “No matter what, I'll take whatever these assholes can throw at me. If it gets me closer to getting out of this hellhole, then I'm more than happy to deal with it.”

 

Not quite understanding how a lashing was getting Malik closer to anything other than an early death, Ryou decided to stay silent. He had always been able to tell when the cogs in his companion's head were turning, and knew that the blond had some sort of a plan forming. He also knew from experience that once Malik had an idea in his head, nothing short of a deity-induced miracle could stop him from acting on it. That's how they'd managed to get into this mess in the first place, after all.

 

`Though, I have to admit, this is much better than the prison we were in earlier.' Ryou concluded, allowing his drowsy eyes to close at last. At least in this prison, he didn't have to worry about being eaten nearly as much.

 

A few minutes passed by without incident, the only sounds filling the room being the shifting of covers and the soft breathing of the two boys. Just as he was about to cross over into blissful unconsciousness once again, Ryou was tugged back to reality by a familiar voice.

 

“Hey, Ryou.” Malik said, the sudden break in the peaceful silence adding an edge of urgency to his words. “What do you think we should do from here?”

 

Not recognizing the hesitant tone of the blond's words, Ryou forced his tired eyelids open and gazed at the figure in the next bed, his expression one of confusion. “What do you mean?”

 

“I mean,” Malik stated patiently, “what do we do after all this is over?” Glaring at the top of the large tent, he elaborated further. “What do we do once it's time for me to leave? I doubt that Marik guy will want to stay here for very long, since it doesn't seem like him and Bakura get along well.” Dropping his voice to a low whisper, Malik said in a hushed tone, “What'll happen when we're separated?”

 

Silence filled the dark room once more, only now it was heavy with anxiety and a sense of all-encompassing fear. Fear of the unknown and fear of a loss greater than either of them could imagine. After being together for such a long time, how would they get by on their own? How could they wake up every night and realize that they'd never speak to one another again?

 

Fighting to get his sluggish brain to think clearly, Ryou furrowed deeper into his covers and stared hard at Malik's serious expression, a heavy feeling settling in his chest when he realized the blond refused to look at him. Swallowing thickly, a sudden queasiness overtook the younger boy, and he decided he wasn't ready to have this conversation. He had a hard enough time thinking of Malik's eminent departure when he was in good health; throw in a mountain of pain medication and a warm bed and he was almost too woozy to remember his own name, let alone process something this serious.

 

When the pause began to feel as though it would span an eternity, Ryou finally answered his friend, deciding it best to speak truthfully. “I'm…not sure.” Maneuvering himself onto his side in order to take the strain off his stomach, the pale boy bit his lip and tucked his hand under his chin meekly. “I don't know what we're going to do after this. The entire situation is a hellish fiasco, what with me being Master Yukio's keeper for the rest of my natural life, and you getting passed over to that blond lunatic like you were a housewarming gift.”

 

Chuckling humorlessly, Malik agreed with Ryou's views. This was indeed a fiasco - the worst he had ever faced in his life. He either defied his `Master' and got himself killed, or did as he was told and end up thousands of miles away from the only person he had ever given a damn about. He was truly at a loss as to how to move forward without either of them getting hurt. Yes, he still had his plan to get into Marik's favor, but even then, could he manage to trick the man into bringing Ryou to live with them? Would the blond vampire be able to do such a thing?

 

“I have to figure out a way to get around Bakura.” The blond youth stated, more to himself than his companion. If he could earn Marik's trust and find a means of working his way around the pale vampire's authority, then maybe he could `persuade' that psychotic oaf to take Ryou away from Bakura. It's not as though the pale vampire were very fond of the quiet boy in the first place - he simply enjoyed using him as a babysitter for his brat of an heir.

 

`I think I could do it.' Malik thought, breathing deeply. But now the question was whether or not Ryou would be better off with Marik. Taking earlier events into account, the blond human couldn't be too sure of the answer. In fact, from the looks of things, the pale boy was doomed no matter which house he occupied.

 

Not understanding the meaning behind Malik's earlier statement, Ryou figured he'd simply let it go. He was too tired to ask any more questions, and he figured it was better that they both get some rest, rather than staying up all morning talking. If he knew Otogi like he thought he did, the demon would surely send them off to work the moment they were well enough to walk a straight line. Wanting to finish the conversation on a positive note, he spoke lightly and with a tender edge to his tone.

 

“Don't worry, Malik.” He whispered, holding out his hand to catch the other's attention. “I'm sure we'll figure something out.” Wiggling his fingers, he waited for Malik to understand his gesture.

 

Smiling affectionately, the blond reached out to grasp the offered hand, noting how much smaller it was compared to his own. Wincing slightly at the inevitable pain in his shoulders, Malik decided to ignore it for now. If this made the pale boy feel better and helped him sleep easier, then he would endure the pain. It's not as though he couldn't handle it, since it was only a minor ache now, thanks to the medicated cream and fresh bandages. Compared to the agony he was in earlier, this was far from unbearable.

 

Squeezing Malik's hand fondly, Ryou curled his free hand closer to his throat and nuzzled into his pillow, eyes closing gratefully. It was only a matter of moments before his tired body gave into the lull of sleep, and his grip on the other's hand went lax. Breathing deeply, he fell into a deep slumber, his dreams clear of the phantom images from earlier.

 

Not quite ready to sleep, the blond youth tightened his grip and kept their hands entwined. He wasn't sure when next he would get the chance to share such a peaceful moment with Ryou, and so figured it wouldn't hurt to have it last a few minutes longer. Gaze roving over the other's face, he took in the sight of porcelain skin and softly fluttering eyelashes. Feeling a sense of true tranquility in that moment, Malik let himself bask in the sensation, his mind beginning to wander and pass into a daze, thanks to the medicine having finally begun to act on his system.

 

`Ryou's very pretty like this.' He thought passively, surprise registering in his mind the moment he realized what had passed through his musings undeterred. Had he really just called his friend `pretty?' Blinking stupidly, Malik strained his eyes in the low light to study Ryou further. After another few moments of observation, he came to the conclusion that it wasn't an unfair judgment, and that the other boy was in fact rather beautiful.

 

Blushing a deep red, he turned back to look at the ceiling, the heat in his cheeks spreading throughout his face and down his neck. Embarrassment overtook him for a moment, but with a sudden shock, something far more frightening came to his attention.

 

It did seem clear to him now that Ryou was attractive, and even if it had taken him awhile to notice, it was probably an inevitable discovery. So, what would happen when others finally came to terms with the obvious? “What will I do if Bakura realizes what he has?” He whispered fearfully toward the ceiling, his mouth going dry. Gulping at the notion that such a thing would come to pass, Malik's foggy mind cleared and he wondered if he would get any sleep that day worrying over the younger boy's future.

 

Squeezing the other's pale hand anxiously, he assured himself that even if Bakura noticed that Ryou was attractive physically, his ego and status would discourage him from acting on his newly acquired knowledge. It certainly wouldn't look good to the subordinates of the castle and the people occupying the rest of the land if their vampire master were to suddenly find interest in a lowly human slave.

 

Closing his eyes and taking in a calming breath, he felt a little better about the situation. `No, he won't try anything.' He thought with a note of finality, `Not when he has so much riding on his image.'

 

He only prayed that he was right.

 

 

TBC

 

Notes:

Alright, I realize that not that much happened in this fic. I'm sorry about that, but you will be happy to know that a lot is scheduled to happen in the next one. :D So, there's that to look forward to.

 

Also, I know Otogi is coming off as a gigantic assbag right now, and there's a reason for that. Believe me, he's going to be doing some growing through this fic (along with Yukio and a few other choice characters). He will not always be such a giant bastard, but be warned it will take him awhile to get to a lesser level of assholary.

 

Look forward to the next chapter as soon as I can manage to get it done. I'm hoping I can get it done in under a few weeks. (I shall cross my fingers)

 

Please leave me a review. I love them so. ^^