Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Yugivania3 ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Lsama-no-miko 
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.11.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 172 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Horror / Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.11.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 172 | Status: Work In Progress
Yugivania 3
By Sakura (L-sama no Miko)
WARNING: Possible spoilers for those who haven’t played Castlevania 3: Dracula’s Curse and Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
Chapter 5
Adrian found he actually liked the smaller, timid kyuuketsuki and the two became fast friends. However that friendship was not to last, for four years into their stay, Mathias’ son had gone missing, having apparently run off due to the dhampir’s growing dislike for his father’s philosophy towards humans.
Ryou had been saddened at his friend’s leaving. He could understand the young man’s attachment to mortals, but he also understood his father’s views as well. He never let it show, but he did feel anger and hate for those who had murdered his lovers and friends so many years ago, forcing him to leave his homeland without even having a chance for a proper goodbye.
Two years after Adrain’s disappearance, the wayward dhampir had returned, this time with the intention of killing his own father. He would have failed if it weren’t for the arrival of one of the famed Belmont clan, Trevor, who had won the dhampir’s trust and respect as well as a pirate and witch who the kyuuketsuki hunter had freed from curses placed on them by Mathias. Once again, Ryou and Marik were forced to flee from their latest home for the battle between father and son caused the castle to crumble to the ground.
***********
That had been almost two hundred years ago.
The two kyuuketsuki once again spent the better part of that time wandering through Europe before settling down finally in a small mansion in the kingdom of Hungary where they had befriended a certain ‘Blood Countess’.
“Feel up for a visit, love?” Marik asked, going over the various posts they’d received for the day.
“If it’s another old hag trying to marry off her daughter, then no,” the smaller kyuuketuski said, not looking from his book. He had grown tired of the local gentry forcing marriage proposal upon proposal on them in hopes of marrying into money. However, the real reason for his reaction was the probable risk of creating a half-breed child should he do so, and Ryou despised dhampiri. For it was a dhampir who had hurt him far worse than any human ever could.
Marik frowned. Ryou’s mood was steadily getting worse. ‘Damned dhampir brat!’ he cursed, blaming Mathias’ son’s betrayal for the fledgling’s increased animosity toward humans. Not that he could blame him though, humans were beginning to respect them less and less as well as other humans and were starting to hunt them more often – no thanks to the Belmont clan who had inadvertently given mortals the courage to rise up against many of the creatures of the night.
“Thankfully no,” the blond kyuuketsuki said, smiling slightly. “It seems that Erzébet has found a new friend and is throwing a bash to ‘make him feel at home’ as she puts it.”
The smaller albino gave a faint smile. He liked the woman, but wasn’t in the mood for a party just now. “Do we have to?” he said pouting slightly.
“’Fraid so, habibi, she wants every nightstalker to show up so she can introduce her friend, besides you’ve been cooped up in here for weeks.”
“I like being cooped up,” he retorted, “It gives me time to enjoy my reading without some hussy pawing all over me.”
“Ryou, like it or not,” Marik said, his lilac eyes narrowing and darkening to a deep purple, “You are going to that party and that’s final. I can only stand your moping for so long.”
“Then go!” he shouted, chocolate darkening to almost black. “If you can’t stand me, then leave! Leave me alone! It’s my life!”
The blond kyuuketsuki looked as if the little one had suddenly grown three extra heads and all were spouting fire, never had the shy and quiet kyuuketsuki shouted at anyone, no matter how angry he would get. “Ryou, I’m only trying to help,” he said, a hurt look on his face.
“Then stop it, I don’t need your help.”
The resounding crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the small library. Ryou blinked several times, shocked that his friend and lover had struck him, something he’d never done in all the time he’d known him. Blood red tears threatened to spill over onto his cheeks.
Marik was staring at his hand, unsure if he really had slapped the fledgling or not. He wasn’t even sure if it was his hand, so stunned was he that he’d actually done such a thing as hit his beloved Ryou.
“Kisama!” the white haired kyuuketsuki shouted then ran off, or at least tried to and tripped on the fringes of the Persian area rug.
Marik, seeing the younger about to fall, snapped out of his trance and caught him, only to have him start struggling. “Let me go!” he cried.
“Ryou, I-I’m sorry,” he apologized, pulling the smaller against his chest. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No you shouldn’t have,” Ryou said icily.
The blond lowered his head, beginnings of ruby tears appearing at the corners of his eyes. “Please, Ryou do this one thing for me. After the party, if you want me to, I-I’ll leave.” He had no right to live with him any longer, not after what he had just done. “J-Just p-promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”
Ryou squirmed until he was facing the ancient kyuuketsuki. He immediately felt guilty. He’d never seen Marik cry before not even when their family had been murdered. He was the one who caused the bloody tears, the one who caused pain and sorrow to be etched on the otherwise handsome tanned face. It was something he’d never wish to see ever.
“I-I’m s-sorry too,” the albino kyuuketsuki cried, hugging his taller lover tightly. “D-Don’t you l-leave m-me too!” He then buried his head into the velvet clad chest and sobbed his heart out. “I-I’ll go to the p-party.”
Marik frowned, but let the little one cry, rubbing his back in soothing patterns and murmuring quietly in his ear. When Ryou’s sobs had died to mere whimpers, the blond kyuuketsuki gently picked him up as if he were a porcelain doll. “You don’t have to go if you really want to, little love,” he said holding him close. “I’ll find some way to get out of this.”
“N-No I’ll go,” Ryou replied meekly, exhausted from the stress. “M-Maybe you’re right. I d-do spend too much time with my books.”
“Are you sure Ryou? Don’t force yourself for me,” he said as he carried his smaller lover to their bedroom.
“I’m not forcing myself,” he replied, yawning. “I would like to see Lady Erzébet again.”
The blond laid Ryou gently on the bed, covering him slightly with the blankets. “If that’s what you want, habibi. Go to sleep, I’ll come get you when it’s time to get ready.” He then turned to leave.
“M-Marik,” called the little one. “Stay please.”
The older kyuuketsuki smiled. “Always, Ryou,” he whispered as he lay down next to the albino.
The two kyuuketsuki shortly fell asleep, Ryou’s arms wrapped tightly around his lover and his head on the older one’s chest.
**********
“Ryou dear! Marik darling!” the lovely brunet woman cried as they were shown into the ballroom. Several heads turned, but quickly went back to whatever they had been doing before the latest arrivals had shown up.
“How are you Erzébet, dear?” the blond kyuuketsuki asked kissing her on the cheek. “So where’s this big shot you wanted us to meet?”
Their hostess frowned, slightly then cast her eyes over the crowded room. Spotting the moonlight hair she’d been searching for called to the figure standing by the stained glass window. “Joachim, darling! Come meet my dear friends.”
The tall kyuuketsuki smiled as he approached them. “I thought I’ve already met your ‘dear’ friends, Lady Báthory,” he said chuckling.
“Ah, but these are my dearest ones,” she replied.
Joachim raised an eyebrow at the two kyuuuketsuki standing next to her, eyes widening as they recognized an ancient was standing before him. “It is an honor, my lord,” he said bowing low to Marik. “I am Joachim Armster.”
Marik blushed, he never liked formality. He preferred to treat other kyuuketsuki as equals if he could. “Just Marik will do. I’m Marik Ishtar,” he said, gently pushing the white haired fledgling forward slightly. “And this is Ryou.”
The older albino smiled warmly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, young one,” he said bowing slightly.
“L-Likewise, Lord Armster,” Ryou said, bowing as well.
Joachim laughed, “I’m no lord, fledgling. Not anymore at least. Come tell me how are you two finding Hungary?” He then led them into the crowd, Ryou finding that he was liking the taller albino.
*********
A few hours into the party, the conversation had turned to the white haired kyuuketsuki’s skills at games, or Capsule Chess to be precise. “Lady Báthory tells me you’re quite the prodigy,” a kyuuketsuki with long bluish-white hair who’d they’d been introduced earlier, said.
“I-I’m not that great, really,” Ryou replied, blushing.
“Oh come now, little one,” he chided, “Are you saying that our dear hostess is a liar?”
“O-Of course not, Lord Dartz!”
“Then why don’t you give us a demonstration, my own little one is quite good as well.”
“What an excellent idea, Dartz darling!” Erzébet squealed, rushing off to give orders for servants to bring the necessary items.
Within moments, a large table with a diorama of an Eastern style courtyard, complete with minute Sakura trees and lanterns laid out on it, had been set at the center of the ballroom, two equally large velvet cushioned chairs sat at opposite ends. Ryou sat down in one, waited for his opponent to arrive.
A few minutes later, Ryou almost had a heart attack when their hostess had walked in with an all too familiar figure. The red, black, and blond hair and cherubic features had were unmistakable.
“Yugi!” the slightly taller kyuuketsuki shouted running up to him. “I-I don’t believe it! You’re alive!” He went to hug his long lost lover, only to have a glaring pale haired kyuukesuki pull Yugi away.
Puzzled and worried about the smaller one’s silent behavior, he frowned as Dartz whispered to him.
“Oh you two know each other?” Erzébet mused. “Well then you must know just how good our dear Yugi is then.”
“Yes, mistress, I do,” Ryou said though he was more concerned by the smaller one’s frightened looks. “Yugi and I used to play often.”
“Ooo good, this shall prove most entertaining then,” she said ushering Yugi over to the table.
The game went on through the night, both kyuuketsuki fiercely trying to protect their pieces and ‘symbols’. On several occasions, he could see his long thought dead lover try to speak to him, but the constant glares from Dartz had prevented either one from saying anything other than what was necessary for the game. Eventually the petite kyuuketsuki had destroyed the albino’s last remaining monster.
“It was an excellent duel Yugi,” Ryou said smiling sadly. “I’m really glad you’re alive,” he said, attempting to approach him again.
“I fear this excitement has worn my little one out,” Dartz said, yet again pulling Yugi away. “We must be off.”
“Oh must you? So soon?” the female kyuuketsuki asked, pouting slightly.
Ryou’s heart broke at that. He pulled Marik over to him, “C-Can’t you do something?” he whispered. “It’s obvious he’s holding Yugi against his will.”
Marik frowned. “Not without causing a major scene, tenshi. From what I heard, this Dartz has a lot of allies here.”
“D-Demo…(But)”
“I’ll invite them over tomorrow, that way we can settle this without his cronies backing him up.”
Ryou wanted to protest, but realized his taller lover was right. Causing a scene there may bring harm to Yugi or all of them.
“I’m afraid so Erzébet, dear. Yugi and I have to hurry back and pack for a holiday I have planned. And by the looks of it, dawn is not so far off.”
Marik growled. “That *bleep*!” he spat quietly. “He’s not getting away that easily! Tomorrow, we’re coming back here, ask Erzébet if she knows where they’re headed then follow them.”
Ryou nodded, clutching onto the kyuuketsuki’s arm.
“Oh well, then, have a safe journey home, Dartz darling. I hope you two enjoy your holiday. Do feel free to visit anytime,” their hostess called.
“Don’t worry, little one, we will get you back,” Marik whispered as he glared at the retreating form of Dartz.
Ryou’s eyes widened as he noticed Joachim glaring at Dartz as well. Curious he crept over to him. “I-Is something the matter, Lord Armster?” he asked timidly, glad he wasn’t the target of the deadly look.
“I fear your friend has been abused by that *bleep*,” he said darkly. Ryou gasped.
“Are you sure of that?” Marik questioned, coming over at the smaller albino’s gasp.
“He has told me as such,” was the taller kyuuketsuki’s reply before walking away into the throng.
‘He will pay,’ the blond vowed.
~TBC~
Sakura: Yay!! Almost done!
Joachim: I thought you were done with me?
Sakura: Oh, I’ll never be done with you Joachim darling. ^,_,^
Alucard: I think you should stop listening to your Goth music, Sakura. It’s getting to be a bad influence.
Sakura: Says the guy who constantly tries to kill his old man.
Alucard: That was uncalled for! You know what he wants to do to your race.
Sakura: …
Bakura: Oi onna, any word on my part?
Sakura: Nope. Gomen. I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen. Anyhoo, you know what to do minna. Jya ne! ^_^ Oh yeah, many, many, many thanx to Sherabo for adoring this crazy thing so much! Love ya!
By Sakura (L-sama no Miko)
WARNING: Possible spoilers for those who haven’t played Castlevania 3: Dracula’s Curse and Castlevania: Symphony of the Night
Chapter 5
Adrian found he actually liked the smaller, timid kyuuketsuki and the two became fast friends. However that friendship was not to last, for four years into their stay, Mathias’ son had gone missing, having apparently run off due to the dhampir’s growing dislike for his father’s philosophy towards humans.
Ryou had been saddened at his friend’s leaving. He could understand the young man’s attachment to mortals, but he also understood his father’s views as well. He never let it show, but he did feel anger and hate for those who had murdered his lovers and friends so many years ago, forcing him to leave his homeland without even having a chance for a proper goodbye.
Two years after Adrain’s disappearance, the wayward dhampir had returned, this time with the intention of killing his own father. He would have failed if it weren’t for the arrival of one of the famed Belmont clan, Trevor, who had won the dhampir’s trust and respect as well as a pirate and witch who the kyuuketsuki hunter had freed from curses placed on them by Mathias. Once again, Ryou and Marik were forced to flee from their latest home for the battle between father and son caused the castle to crumble to the ground.
***********
That had been almost two hundred years ago.
The two kyuuketsuki once again spent the better part of that time wandering through Europe before settling down finally in a small mansion in the kingdom of Hungary where they had befriended a certain ‘Blood Countess’.
“Feel up for a visit, love?” Marik asked, going over the various posts they’d received for the day.
“If it’s another old hag trying to marry off her daughter, then no,” the smaller kyuuketuski said, not looking from his book. He had grown tired of the local gentry forcing marriage proposal upon proposal on them in hopes of marrying into money. However, the real reason for his reaction was the probable risk of creating a half-breed child should he do so, and Ryou despised dhampiri. For it was a dhampir who had hurt him far worse than any human ever could.
Marik frowned. Ryou’s mood was steadily getting worse. ‘Damned dhampir brat!’ he cursed, blaming Mathias’ son’s betrayal for the fledgling’s increased animosity toward humans. Not that he could blame him though, humans were beginning to respect them less and less as well as other humans and were starting to hunt them more often – no thanks to the Belmont clan who had inadvertently given mortals the courage to rise up against many of the creatures of the night.
“Thankfully no,” the blond kyuuketsuki said, smiling slightly. “It seems that Erzébet has found a new friend and is throwing a bash to ‘make him feel at home’ as she puts it.”
The smaller albino gave a faint smile. He liked the woman, but wasn’t in the mood for a party just now. “Do we have to?” he said pouting slightly.
“’Fraid so, habibi, she wants every nightstalker to show up so she can introduce her friend, besides you’ve been cooped up in here for weeks.”
“I like being cooped up,” he retorted, “It gives me time to enjoy my reading without some hussy pawing all over me.”
“Ryou, like it or not,” Marik said, his lilac eyes narrowing and darkening to a deep purple, “You are going to that party and that’s final. I can only stand your moping for so long.”
“Then go!” he shouted, chocolate darkening to almost black. “If you can’t stand me, then leave! Leave me alone! It’s my life!”
The blond kyuuketsuki looked as if the little one had suddenly grown three extra heads and all were spouting fire, never had the shy and quiet kyuuketsuki shouted at anyone, no matter how angry he would get. “Ryou, I’m only trying to help,” he said, a hurt look on his face.
“Then stop it, I don’t need your help.”
The resounding crack of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the small library. Ryou blinked several times, shocked that his friend and lover had struck him, something he’d never done in all the time he’d known him. Blood red tears threatened to spill over onto his cheeks.
Marik was staring at his hand, unsure if he really had slapped the fledgling or not. He wasn’t even sure if it was his hand, so stunned was he that he’d actually done such a thing as hit his beloved Ryou.
“Kisama!” the white haired kyuuketsuki shouted then ran off, or at least tried to and tripped on the fringes of the Persian area rug.
Marik, seeing the younger about to fall, snapped out of his trance and caught him, only to have him start struggling. “Let me go!” he cried.
“Ryou, I-I’m sorry,” he apologized, pulling the smaller against his chest. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“No you shouldn’t have,” Ryou said icily.
The blond lowered his head, beginnings of ruby tears appearing at the corners of his eyes. “Please, Ryou do this one thing for me. After the party, if you want me to, I-I’ll leave.” He had no right to live with him any longer, not after what he had just done. “J-Just p-promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”
Ryou squirmed until he was facing the ancient kyuuketsuki. He immediately felt guilty. He’d never seen Marik cry before not even when their family had been murdered. He was the one who caused the bloody tears, the one who caused pain and sorrow to be etched on the otherwise handsome tanned face. It was something he’d never wish to see ever.
“I-I’m s-sorry too,” the albino kyuuketsuki cried, hugging his taller lover tightly. “D-Don’t you l-leave m-me too!” He then buried his head into the velvet clad chest and sobbed his heart out. “I-I’ll go to the p-party.”
Marik frowned, but let the little one cry, rubbing his back in soothing patterns and murmuring quietly in his ear. When Ryou’s sobs had died to mere whimpers, the blond kyuuketsuki gently picked him up as if he were a porcelain doll. “You don’t have to go if you really want to, little love,” he said holding him close. “I’ll find some way to get out of this.”
“N-No I’ll go,” Ryou replied meekly, exhausted from the stress. “M-Maybe you’re right. I d-do spend too much time with my books.”
“Are you sure Ryou? Don’t force yourself for me,” he said as he carried his smaller lover to their bedroom.
“I’m not forcing myself,” he replied, yawning. “I would like to see Lady Erzébet again.”
The blond laid Ryou gently on the bed, covering him slightly with the blankets. “If that’s what you want, habibi. Go to sleep, I’ll come get you when it’s time to get ready.” He then turned to leave.
“M-Marik,” called the little one. “Stay please.”
The older kyuuketsuki smiled. “Always, Ryou,” he whispered as he lay down next to the albino.
The two kyuuketsuki shortly fell asleep, Ryou’s arms wrapped tightly around his lover and his head on the older one’s chest.
**********
“Ryou dear! Marik darling!” the lovely brunet woman cried as they were shown into the ballroom. Several heads turned, but quickly went back to whatever they had been doing before the latest arrivals had shown up.
“How are you Erzébet, dear?” the blond kyuuketsuki asked kissing her on the cheek. “So where’s this big shot you wanted us to meet?”
Their hostess frowned, slightly then cast her eyes over the crowded room. Spotting the moonlight hair she’d been searching for called to the figure standing by the stained glass window. “Joachim, darling! Come meet my dear friends.”
The tall kyuuketsuki smiled as he approached them. “I thought I’ve already met your ‘dear’ friends, Lady Báthory,” he said chuckling.
“Ah, but these are my dearest ones,” she replied.
Joachim raised an eyebrow at the two kyuuuketsuki standing next to her, eyes widening as they recognized an ancient was standing before him. “It is an honor, my lord,” he said bowing low to Marik. “I am Joachim Armster.”
Marik blushed, he never liked formality. He preferred to treat other kyuuketsuki as equals if he could. “Just Marik will do. I’m Marik Ishtar,” he said, gently pushing the white haired fledgling forward slightly. “And this is Ryou.”
The older albino smiled warmly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, young one,” he said bowing slightly.
“L-Likewise, Lord Armster,” Ryou said, bowing as well.
Joachim laughed, “I’m no lord, fledgling. Not anymore at least. Come tell me how are you two finding Hungary?” He then led them into the crowd, Ryou finding that he was liking the taller albino.
*********
A few hours into the party, the conversation had turned to the white haired kyuuketsuki’s skills at games, or Capsule Chess to be precise. “Lady Báthory tells me you’re quite the prodigy,” a kyuuketsuki with long bluish-white hair who’d they’d been introduced earlier, said.
“I-I’m not that great, really,” Ryou replied, blushing.
“Oh come now, little one,” he chided, “Are you saying that our dear hostess is a liar?”
“O-Of course not, Lord Dartz!”
“Then why don’t you give us a demonstration, my own little one is quite good as well.”
“What an excellent idea, Dartz darling!” Erzébet squealed, rushing off to give orders for servants to bring the necessary items.
Within moments, a large table with a diorama of an Eastern style courtyard, complete with minute Sakura trees and lanterns laid out on it, had been set at the center of the ballroom, two equally large velvet cushioned chairs sat at opposite ends. Ryou sat down in one, waited for his opponent to arrive.
A few minutes later, Ryou almost had a heart attack when their hostess had walked in with an all too familiar figure. The red, black, and blond hair and cherubic features had were unmistakable.
“Yugi!” the slightly taller kyuuketsuki shouted running up to him. “I-I don’t believe it! You’re alive!” He went to hug his long lost lover, only to have a glaring pale haired kyuukesuki pull Yugi away.
Puzzled and worried about the smaller one’s silent behavior, he frowned as Dartz whispered to him.
“Oh you two know each other?” Erzébet mused. “Well then you must know just how good our dear Yugi is then.”
“Yes, mistress, I do,” Ryou said though he was more concerned by the smaller one’s frightened looks. “Yugi and I used to play often.”
“Ooo good, this shall prove most entertaining then,” she said ushering Yugi over to the table.
The game went on through the night, both kyuuketsuki fiercely trying to protect their pieces and ‘symbols’. On several occasions, he could see his long thought dead lover try to speak to him, but the constant glares from Dartz had prevented either one from saying anything other than what was necessary for the game. Eventually the petite kyuuketsuki had destroyed the albino’s last remaining monster.
“It was an excellent duel Yugi,” Ryou said smiling sadly. “I’m really glad you’re alive,” he said, attempting to approach him again.
“I fear this excitement has worn my little one out,” Dartz said, yet again pulling Yugi away. “We must be off.”
“Oh must you? So soon?” the female kyuuketsuki asked, pouting slightly.
Ryou’s heart broke at that. He pulled Marik over to him, “C-Can’t you do something?” he whispered. “It’s obvious he’s holding Yugi against his will.”
Marik frowned. “Not without causing a major scene, tenshi. From what I heard, this Dartz has a lot of allies here.”
“D-Demo…(But)”
“I’ll invite them over tomorrow, that way we can settle this without his cronies backing him up.”
Ryou wanted to protest, but realized his taller lover was right. Causing a scene there may bring harm to Yugi or all of them.
“I’m afraid so Erzébet, dear. Yugi and I have to hurry back and pack for a holiday I have planned. And by the looks of it, dawn is not so far off.”
Marik growled. “That *bleep*!” he spat quietly. “He’s not getting away that easily! Tomorrow, we’re coming back here, ask Erzébet if she knows where they’re headed then follow them.”
Ryou nodded, clutching onto the kyuuketsuki’s arm.
“Oh well, then, have a safe journey home, Dartz darling. I hope you two enjoy your holiday. Do feel free to visit anytime,” their hostess called.
“Don’t worry, little one, we will get you back,” Marik whispered as he glared at the retreating form of Dartz.
Ryou’s eyes widened as he noticed Joachim glaring at Dartz as well. Curious he crept over to him. “I-Is something the matter, Lord Armster?” he asked timidly, glad he wasn’t the target of the deadly look.
“I fear your friend has been abused by that *bleep*,” he said darkly. Ryou gasped.
“Are you sure of that?” Marik questioned, coming over at the smaller albino’s gasp.
“He has told me as such,” was the taller kyuuketsuki’s reply before walking away into the throng.
‘He will pay,’ the blond vowed.
~TBC~
Sakura: Yay!! Almost done!
Joachim: I thought you were done with me?
Sakura: Oh, I’ll never be done with you Joachim darling. ^,_,^
Alucard: I think you should stop listening to your Goth music, Sakura. It’s getting to be a bad influence.
Sakura: Says the guy who constantly tries to kill his old man.
Alucard: That was uncalled for! You know what he wants to do to your race.
Sakura: …
Bakura: Oi onna, any word on my part?
Sakura: Nope. Gomen. I’m afraid it’s not gonna happen. Anyhoo, you know what to do minna. Jya ne! ^_^ Oh yeah, many, many, many thanx to Sherabo for adoring this crazy thing so much! Love ya!