Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I'll Be Home for Christmas ❯ Epilogue: The Last Hour ( Chapter 13 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

JG-chan: << >> I know they're watching… THEY'RE WATCHING ME!! And they're getting out their rotten fruit!!
 
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JG-chan: >___< *gets pelted by rotten fruit, vegetables, eggs, shoes, pencils and lampshades* O_o oooooookaaaaay!!! Well then. It's been 18 months or more since I started this fic, and for what? THE CONCLUSION, THAT'S WHAT!!!!!! Yes, people, this IS the grand finale! So without further ado, here are the reviewer responses, and the final chapter!!
 
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Warning(s): Angst, bittersweet
 
The Last Hour
 
**~***~**
 
It was noon when Jou woke up, his head foggier than Domino Harbour and being barely able to see straight. He looked around. The walls were a creamy beige colour with patches of undercoat still showing, and he realised he must have been in the spare room that Isis was redecorating. The smell of paint had only started to make his head throb harder, and the sick feeling in his stomach was about to resurface.
 
Christ… what the hell happened to me last night? Jou thought to himself as he struggled to maintain a sitting position without hurling up last night's contents all over the floor. Slowly (very slowly), he lifted himself from the bed, proceeded to stumble to the door whilst knocking several pictures off the walls, made like a pinball down the hallway to the bathroom and collapsed over the toilet, the vodka and tonic and god knows what else he had had last night making a second appearance.
 
Fifteen minutes went by. Jounouchi was starting to wonder why nobody had come to his aid yet; his vomiting could have woken the dead. He checked the clock on the bathroom wall - 12.31pm. Isis would be at work, Rishid would be asleep, and Malik and Marik should both be home - unless Malik had changed his schedule or filled in for someone today, which was hardly ever. Malik hardly lifted a finger for anybody - save for the likes of himself or Marik - it was unlikely he would be working at this hour. Jou threw up again, groaned because his throat stung, flushed the toilet, and, using the towel rail for support, got to his feet to go downstairs.
 
It was eerily quiet as he stood at the bottom of the stairs in his boxers and a t-shirt, gooseflesh starting to tingle on his skin. He poured himself a glass of water from a pitcher in the fridge and stopped as he noticed a note on the coffee table. He could tell from the almost exotic style of handwriting that it was from Malik.
 
“Jou, if you're sober enough to read this by the time you get up, then you'll be glad to know I've gone to play basketball for a while. Why glad, you ask? Because when I get home, I'm going to kick your sorry little ass all the way to the fucking underworld! See you when I get home. P.S.: there's some leftover Chinese in the fridge if you want it…I'm not sure how old it is… it may be a little moldy… (feeling sick yet?). Malik.”
 
Jou laughed and cringed at the same time. If Malik was good for anything, it was making people laugh. Jou took a seat on the couch, and suddenly the occurrences of last night came flooding back to him. He remembered the reason why he had gotten so drunk - Ryou. Ryou was leaving, and he didn't know when… but Malik and Marik did. He had to find out - it might even be too late. A rush of determination filled Jou's every blood vessel as he sprung up from the couch and was about to race up the stairs, when the phone ringing abruptly halted him. He sighed and went to answer it.
 
“Hello? Ishtar residence.”
 
“Is Ms. Ishtar there, please?”
 
Jou felt like every nerve in his body had just been electrocuted. “No… May I ask who is calling?”
 
“Kaiba Seto…” There was a pause. “Is that you, Jounouchi-kun?”
 
Jou's knees buckled. “Yeah… Uh, so how's it going?”
 
“…What are you doing at the Ishtar's place?” A note of concern touched Kaiba's voice.
 
“Um, I've been living here,” Jou replied frankly.
 
“I thought you lived with the Bakuras.”
 
Jou's gut wrenched in hearing the name. “We…broke up.” He didn't realise it would hurt so much to admit it aloud.
 
“I see.” An awkward pause. “Well, if you happen to see Isis, tell her the meeting has been postponed until further notice due to her lateness.”
 
“Oh… err, okay… Have you tried her cell phone?”
 
“Yes. It went straight to voicemail.”
 
“That's unusual…” Jou said. “But okay, if I see her I'll pass that message on for you.”
 
“Arigatou. Ja ne, Jounouchi-kun.” Kaiba's voice softened.
 
Jou shivered in hearing his name roll off the CEO's tongue. “Ja, Kaiba-san.”
 
And then, dial tone.
 
**~***~**
 
The basketball court was deserted when Jounouchi arrived. An unusually warm early spring sun smiled down on the court, warming the bones of the earth and making every hair on Jou's head shine like spun gold. Maybe I got the wrong court, Jou thought to himself. But this is Malik's usual turf… why would he decide to go elsewhere? Maybe he's gone for lunch. Ugh. Jou pulled out a packet of cigarettes and his cell phone and dialed Malik's number, trying to light a smoke at the same time.
 
[Moshi-moshi?]
 
“Mah-week?” Jou asked, the cigarette distorting his voice.
 
[Oro? Who the hell is this?]
 
Jou took a drag and exhaled. “Sorry, Malik it's me, Jou.”
 
[Oh… hey, where are you?]
 
“Down at the court; I thought you'd still be here. Where are you?”
 
Malik sighed a bit. [I'm at the hospital.]
 
“What the hell happened?”
 
[It's Isis… she was in an accident.] Malik's voice cracked into a strained sob. [Look, I gotta go, Jou…]
 
Jou was panic-stricken. “Shit, okay, okay… uh… shit, okay, I'll be there soon! Don't go anywhere!”
 
No wonder Kaiba couldn't get a hold of her… Snapping the phone shut, Jou stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette and began sprinting down the pavement into town.
 
**~***~**
 
It wasn't hard to find Malik and his counterpart when Jou arrived in the ER at Domino Central. Marik was flipping through a magazine, probably trying to calm his nerves, and Malik was pacing up and down the hall like a madman, biting his fingernails. Jou guessed Marik had already tried everything in his power to calm him down. Malik noticed Jou on his arrival and unshed tears began to pool once more at the corners of his eyes. Jounouchi swallowed and went over to him.
 
“What happened…?”
 
“Hit and run,” Malik mumbled in an unstable tone. “The fucking bastards didn't even look back!”
 
Jou's eyes went as wide as saucers. “Were there any witnesses? Did anyone see what type of car it was?”
 
“I was told that a few witnesses were made to give statements. The car was a blue Toyota hatchback, assumed stolen. Two young-looking cunts driving.”
 
“I can't believe it,” Jou said, swallowing hard several times.
 
“Me either,” Malik said gruffly, on the brink of breaking down into shattering sobs once again.
 
Jou clasped the hysterical boy in his arms, absorbing the sobs that racked Malik's body. He looked over at Marik, who was now staring glumly down the hallway with his arms folded across his chest. Jou turned back and cradled Malik's head to his shoulder, crooning softly. He'd never seen the boy so emotionally unleashed before; but Isis had been the mother-figure to him his entire life. He had to take that into account, and also the fact that he was probably closer to her - save for Marik - than he was to anyone else.
 
The racking cries slowly subsided to occasional hiccups, and Malik and Jou sat down. Malik laid his head against Jou's shoulder, obviously not in the mood to talk, so Jou turned to Marik.
 
“Where is she now?”
 
“In surgery.” He replied bluntly.
 
“Is it… bad?”
 
“She has head trauma, spinal injuries and internal bleeding, so they're not sure yet.” Marik said. “The doc said he'd update us as soon as they know more.”
 
Jou sat back and sighed inwardly. He desperately wanted to ask one of them about the situation with Ryou and Bakura, but knew now definitely wasn't the time. Their sister's life was on the line - it just wouldn't be appropriate. Perhaps I should let the others know what happened… including Kaiba. He has a right to know if he was supposedly doing business with her.
 
“Do the others know?”
 
“Rishid is on his way,” Marik replied. “Nobody else is worth calling.”
 
“What about Kaiba? Wasn't she on her way to see him?”
 
“…so?”
 
Jou frowned. “So he kind of has a right to know what happened, doesn't he?”
 
“He's not immediate family.”
 
“You can call him, Jou,” Malik replied softly. “Just tell him what happened.”
 
Jounouchi nodded and patted Malik on the shoulder reassuringly before heading down the hallway to find a pay phone. He dropped in a couple of coins and dialed his cell phone number so he wouldn't get put on hold at KaibaCorp.
 
[Kaiba speaking,]
 
“Kaiba, Jounouchi.”
 
[Jounouchi-kun?]
 
“Yeah… I'm guessing you haven't heard about Isis.”
 
[What's her reason, then? It had better be a good one.]
 
“Well right now she's on a fucking operating table, Kaiba!” Jou seethed. “She was hit by a damn car on the way to your office.”
 
Several moments of silence followed. [Is there anything I can do?]
 
“No, Kaiba. There's nothing anybody can do.” Jou was about ready to hang up.
 
[Before you go, Jounouchi, there may be something I can do for you.]
 
“Oh yeah?” Jou asked sarcastically. “And what might that be?”
 
[The Bakuras leave for England in one hour exactly.]
 
Air caught hastily in Jou's throat. “How do you know…?”
 
[It's not what you know, Jounouchi, it's who you know.] Then he hung up.
 
With a trembling hand, Jou put the receiver back on its cradle. One hour. One hour was all he had before the boy he loved was gone forever, possibly never to return. One hour to try and convince him to stay. One hour to persuade Ryou to give up his dream of attending University back in the place he called home. It was in this moment that Jou realised Ryou had never really considered Japan home. He must have always had some intention of returning to England some day. Exchange students never stayed forever, they always went… home.
 
Jounouchi shoved his hands deep in his pockets and walked back to the waiting room. With a chill of terror he became conscious of not having his car with him. How was he supposed to get to Domino airport - that happened to be at least a twenty minute drive from the city centre - on foot, or by train, in time to see Ryou and Bakura one last time? He bit the inside of his cheek and approached the Ishtars once again. Rishid must have arrived during his phone call.
 
“Malik,” Jou started.
 
“Take the car,” Marik interrupted before his light could get a word in. “You might get them in time.”
 
Jounouchi caught the car keys with one hand, nodding his head. “Thanks.” Ass-kissing gratitude could come later, providing everything went well - a.k.a Jou being able to convince Ryou and Bakura to stay, and Isis surviving. Failing that, he wasn't sure what might be lurking around the corner.
 
**~***~**
 
Time couldn't have gone faster and slower at the same time. Rush-hour traffic in central Domino was a nightmare early in the morning and late at night, but Jou didn't realise that it would be this bad at lunch time as well. It had been two o'clock when he had spoken to Kaiba. It was now 2.38pm, and the traffic hadn't budged for fifteen minutes. I'm not gonna get out of here. Jou thought, defeated. There must have been some kind of accident up ahead. What the hell am I gonna do?
 
The traffic slowly started to shift forward. As Jou moved further, he could see a frenzy of flashing blue, red and yellow lights up ahead - all three emergency vehicles were frantic at an accident site. A police officer directed him onto the makeshift detour route, and as Jou drove by, he noticed what looked to be the remains of a blue hatchback crumpled into the side of a power pylon. A phenomenal quantity of smoke and fire billowed from it, and Jou was sure whoever had been inside had surely burnt to death.
 
What is this, Doomsday? Jou shoved the car down a gear and took off back onto the motorway, determined to get to the airport. Nothing else mattered at this very point in time - only Ryou and Bakura. Only them. Malik, Isis - they could come afterward. A pang of guilt struck Jou in thinking that. Was this not selfish? Over the past month or so, Malik had become Jou's best friend, and now his sister was dying, and Jou had deserted him. I guess that proves it. Love really does make you crazy.
 
The airport finally came into view. The time was now 2.56pm. Jounouchi, determined as he was, jammed a coin into the pay-and-display parking system and haphazardly parked the car, sprinting now into the international departures lounge. It had been so long since he had stepped foot into this airport that he had forgotten which way was what. He searched frantically for the departures screen.
 
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the final boarding call for flight JPA4172 bound for London, England. Please make your way to gate 21 immediately. Thank you.”
 
Adrenaline pulsed through Jou's body, and his legs seemed to move with surreal speed. He pushed his way through the crowds of people obstructing him, fighting flailing arms and luggage threatening to trip him. Gate 21 seemed a thousand miles away, and technically it was at the other end of the airport, but some miracle seemed to have occurred, and Jou made it. It seemed, however, though not in time.
 
His heart dropped like a stone in seeing a member of airport personnel shut the doors to the gate. Tears pricked in his eyes and his whole body flushed. He ran up to the staff member, who turned to him with a bright smile. That smile suddenly faded as she saw Jou's sore expression.
 
“Are you alright, Sir?”
 
“There's… someone on that plane… that I need to see…” he croaked.
 
The steward's brown eyes twinkled sadly. “Oh, I'm sorry, Sir… the plane is ready for taxiing any moment, now…”
 
Jou looked out the window, and true to the steward's word, he could see the tail of the Boeing 747 gliding slowly away down the runway, its giant engines rotating and quaking the ground beneath the robust craft. Ryou and Bakura were on that plane, and they didn't even tell Jounouchi they were leaving today. They didn't bother to say goodbye to Malik, or anyone at all, it seemed. Could they really be that selfish? Could they? Was Kaiba's word to be believed? Or was this some kind of cruel hoax? Surely Ryou would have called at least to tell him he was leaving… A single tear slid down Jou's cheek.
 
“Can I get you anything, Sir?”
 
Jou snapped his head back to the steward. “I… Is there any possible way of seeing who was on that flight?”
 
The steward walked back to the check-in point and grabbed a pile of ticket receipts. “You may have a look through these, if you like.”
 
Jou shuffled them between his fingers like cards, and the lump in his throat finally broke free into a strangled cry as he came across one name: BAKURA, Ryou.
 
- 6 Years Later -
 
“And so, how are you, Jounouchi? You haven't come to see me in a while, now.”
 
“I know, I've been fine, really. But there's something I wanted to talk to you about; get some advice on.”
 
“I trust things at home are alright?”
 
“Yeah, everything at home is going great. It's just that I… I have a meeting to attend to tonight, and, there are going to be people there that I haven't seen in years… I'm a little scared, to be frank.”
 
“What sort of a `meeting'?”
 
“People from all over the world are coming to it… It's an elite duelist's reunion, for all those who participated in Duel Monsters competitions around the world, including Duelist Kingdom, the Battle City Tournament, and more… I was in both of those.”
 
The counselor sat back deep in his chair. “You must be excited.”
 
“Yeah, excited, but nervous, too. I don't really know what to expect.”
 
“I suggest you take it one step at a time. Take a friend, if you can. Or Kameko.”
 
“I can't take Kameko.” Jou replied. “Wish I could. She'd be a great date.”
 
“Is there someone that you aren't particularly looking forward to seeing?”
 
Jou wrung his hands. “You know, my half hour is nearly up…”
 
Jou's counselor gave him a stern look. “Jounouchi, you're doing it again.” He said. “And it's only been ten minutes.”
 
“Sorry… You're right, there is someone. Two people, actually. Maybe even three - more. It's been so long since I've seen them all. How are they going to react when they see me? What am I going to say to them?”
 
“Are you scared of having one of your attacks while there?”
 
Jou shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, sort of. I just don't want to make a fool out of myself.”
 
“You've probably heard this a thousand times over, Jou, but you have to be yourself. Don't try and fake it in front of anyone; you can't be afraid of them seeing the real you. And if they don't accept the real you, then that's their issue, not yours.”
 
“Thanks,” Jou beamed. “You always know what to say at the right moment, doc.”
 
The counselor smiled back. “Years of counseling people just like you will do that to you, my friend. Now, is there anything else you wanted to discuss while you were here?”
 
Jou rubbed his unshaven face. “Nah, just that.”
 
“Alright, Jou.” The counselor stood. Jou stood with him. “Good luck tonight, then. Just remember to be yourself, and relax. Try and put any thoughts of having an attack out of your mind and enjoy catching up with your old friends!”
 
“That's the plan,” Jou said, heading for the door. “Thanks, doc. I'll let you know how it goes.”
 
With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Jou left the premises.
 
**~***~**
 
As Jounouchi had expected, the venue had been decked out to the max. What else was one to expect when the party's host just so happened to be Kaiba Seto? It was a black-tie event, and everyone that Jou caught first sight of looked breathtaking, although he recognized no one. A waiter came by offering delicacies and champagne. Jou took a glass, however reluctantly. He wanted to blend into the crowd - just about everyone was milling around with a glass of something in their hand.
 
“Jounouchi…? Oh my goodness, is that really you?”
 
A brunette woman in a long, layered blue dress came up to him. Her figure was slim, almost athletic, and Jou guessed her belly had not yet known children. “I'm sorry…?”
 
A look of offence glimmered in her blue eyes. “How could you forget me? It's Anzu, you dolt!”
 
Humiliation came to his face at once. “I'm sorry; Anzu, of course!” He wrapped his arms around her. How could I have forgotten? She looks so different! She's grown her hair, and her makeup, and that body, wow!
 
“Come on, you simply must come with me. There are so many people you have to see!”
 
Without being able to get a word in, Jounouchi was pulled along in the fashion that he had known so well from spending his high school years with Anzu Mazaki. Malik and Marik were there - the only two people he had kept in serious contact with over the years - and Yuugi and Yami also. Talking in other groups Jou could recognize Otogi Ryuuji, Kujaku Mai, Honda Hiroto, Pegasus J. Crawford and even the Kaiba brothers. Still there was no sign of the two people he wished most to see. Relief and disappointment came over him like a tidal wave.
 
Once the guests had been reunited, they took their seats at the long tables set out in the centre of the room, adorned with white tablecloths and aromatic candles. The lights were dimmed for a dramatic effect. Entrees of miso soup, sushi and surimi were served upon glossy black platters, and the menu only promised of more wonderful food to come - teppen yaki, tempura and teriyaki dishes. It all sounded divine. Jou had remembered attending a dinner similar to this once before - Pegasus J. Crawford's wedding reception almost a year ago. The crazy old man had finally found someone to heal his wounded heart from the death of his late ex-wife, Cecelia. Jou had been happy for him. Seeing everyone here so glamourously adorned, laughing, smiling, catching up like old friends do, Jou couldn't help but be happy for them all. Still, his own heart felt like lead.
 
"Jou, your soup will go cold if you don't eat it, soon." Malik gently reminded him.
 
"Yeah," Jou agreed, taking the small bowl of soup to his mouth.
 
"Are you alright? You seem kind of distant, tonight." Malik prodded. "You should be having fun, getting to see all these people again."
 
"You already know the main reason why I came, Malik."
 
Malik was silent for a few moments. "I thought they'd be here, too, Jou."
 
The evening progressed onto night slowly. Glasses of plum wine, sake and champagne were offered freely. An elaborate and colourful variety of desserts was displayed. Speeches were made. People danced.
 
Jou went outside for a cigarette. Almost ten years and he still hadn't kicked the dirty, detrimental habit. Looking around, Jou noticed he was the only one outside, save for the hotel staff, like the butler and porters. The hotel had been nicely decorated for the bash, with beautiful banners hung about, and crystal chandeliers sparkling in the light of the foyer. Yes, if anyone knew how to throw a party, it was the infamous Kaiba Seto. He, who shocked and fascinated the world; he, who had mocked and teased Jou throughout his youth; he, who had fooled Jou into loving him. Or thinking he did, at least.
 
Something caught Jou's attention; this time, a sound. He could hear two voices in the not-so-far distance. They sounded to be bickering over something, and, to Jou, it also sounded like they were speaking in a foreign tongue. Something in those voices sparked something alarmingly familiar within Jou, but at the same time, seemed completely alien.
 
Curiosity aroused, Jou stubbed out his cigarette and walked onto the pavement. A taxi with its back door open sat parked to the side of the road. There was movement inside, and more bickering, and then a few moments later it all stopped, the passengers obviously having come to a compromise. Two figures stepped out and the taxi left.
 
There was no mistaking that shockingly pure white hair, almost ultraviolet in contrast to the black night surrounding them. Time seemed to stand still as Ryou and Jounouchi caught eyes for the first time in six years. Ryou hadn't changed, save for perhaps bulking up a fraction - the boyishness of his teen years now transformed into the manhood of his twenty-three years. Jou knew his birthday would be coming up in the next few weeks.
 
Jounouchi forced himself to remain calm, willing away the nerves that racked him mercilessly. He put his hands in his pockets, clenching and unclenching his fists. You will not freak out, Jou told himself. Not now. You have been preparing yourself for this since you got the invitation… Please don't blow it now…
 
“Jounouchi-kun…” Ryou's emotions spilled over immediately. Fresh tears stained the boy's cheeks as he jogged up to Jou and threw his arms around the man's shoulders.
 
Jou gave in to the persistent lump in his throat and returned the embrace just as eagerly. So much was said in the one gesture, but there was much that Jou had to say in words, too. So many questions. Questions that had gone unanswered for far too long.
 
“Ryou,” Jou said after a long time, breathing in the clean scent of Ryou's white hair.
 
“Jou, you, you look great… I… I don't really know what to say…” Ryou said, stepping back and inspecting Jou from head to toe.
 
“I didn't think you'd be coming,” Jou muttered. “Nobody has heard from you in so long.”
 
Bakura stalked up behind his hikari. “We couldn't have missed this.”
 
“Hey, Bakura.” Jou said, trying mightily to be friendly and not run off at the mouth.
 
Bakura merely nodded indifferently. “I'm going inside… I have a feeling there's some talk needed between you two.”
 
Jou and Ryou watched him dash inside, then turned back to each other. “Ryou…”
 
“I know what you must be thinking, Jou. Let's sit down.”
 
Ryou and Jounouchi found a small table to sit at outside in the hotel's garden. Jou lit up another cigarette to calm his nerves, his pathetically shaking hands.
 
“There's so much I could ask right now, Ryou. But I'm not going to - I want you to talk, first.”
 
Ryou's gaze drifted downward. “You know… Since I left Japan, Jou, I've been plagued by guilt and grief. Not only for leaving you… but everyone else, too.”
 
“I tried writing you.”
 
“I know. I wanted to write back… But I couldn't find the words. I couldn't even bring myself to call you, Jou.”
 
Jou took a puff. “I don't think anything has ever hurt me so much in my life… Watching your plane take off, finding out that Malik's sister hadn't made it through surgery. It was the worst day of my life. I didn't even get the chance to tell you that I loved you.”
 
“Loved?”
 
“You knew damn well that I did.”
 
“Yes, I know that.” Ryou agreed. “But do you still?”
 
Jou frowned. “How can you expect that of me? After what you did?”
 
Ryou bit his lip. “I know there are no words I can say right now that can change what happened, but I'm sorry. I really, really am.”
 
An apology is a good start, Jou figured. At least he was remorseful about it. “You're forgiven…”
 
Ryou forced a weak smile. “So… What are you doing, these days?”
 
“Looking after my daughter.”
 
Ryou's eyes widened. “Daughter?”
 
Jou fished his wallet from his back pocket. “Here,” He said, handing Ryou a photo.
 
“She looks just like you…” Ryou said, staring in stunned wonder at the little blonde, hazel-eyed girl. “Who is her mother?”
 
“Unfortunately, we split up when Kameko was about three… She's now living in Tokyo. I got full custody.”
 
“I wish I had known.”
 
“I gave up writing you after getting no replies for a year.” Jou said icily.
 
Ryou handed the photo back. “Well… I'm glad to hear you're doing well, Jou.”
 
Jounouchi nodded and looked at his watch. “I had better be going. The sitter will want to go home, soon.”
 
Ryou nodded in understanding. “I had better get back to Bakura, anyway. Who knows how much mischief he's gotten himself into?”
 
Jou did not laugh at the attempted jest. “It was nice seeing you, Ryou.”
 
“And you, Jounou. I'll see you before I go back, anyway, right?”
 
“No promises,” Jounouchi replied, turning his back. “But yeah, sure.”
 
“Take care, Jou…”
 
Jounouchi didn't look back. He walked away into the night without another word, feeling like the loose ends had finally been tied. All he felt like doing now was cuddling up with his little girl, forgetting about Ryou and Bakura, and focusing on his future. Now that I've got a suitable job as a sales consultant, I can do anything, go anywhere, meet anyone… Who knows what the unforeseen might bring?
 
*~***~*



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JG-chan: O.M.G…………………IT IS DONE!!! I never thought I would see this day!!! Holy crap! I gotta celebrate!! *runs off stark naked and jumps into a pool of champagne* A sequel may be in the making if I get enough popularity for the idea! ^_^