Fallen Angels Chapter 1/ 25
Title: Fallen Angels
Author: hippiefox
Pairing: Ohmiya, Juntoshi (slightly onesided), hints of Sakuraiba
Rating: definitely R.
Genre: AU, drama, action, violence, romance
Summary: Even fallen angels have angels.
NOTE: The original chapter list link on all chapters is broken. Please use THIS LINK instead and ignore the others. Thanks!
Chapter 1
Silencer
He didn’t even know this man sleeping soundlessly next to him. Not a name or even a clear picture of what his face looked like.
He stood at the side of the bed, his hands preoccupied with buttoning his jeans and pulling on his shirt. But his mind was consumed with the thought of how he managed to get here.
The target was a regular at a newly opened dance club in a rougher part of town. Nino couldn’t remember the club’s name since it was in another language, but matching the obnoxious florescent sign to what was described in his assignment, he knew he had found it.
Nino often traveled without a car, to lessen the chances of him being trailed and noticed, but tonight, he was going to need it. Whether for protection or for tracking, he wouldn’t know until the time came. After quickly parking in a filthy parking garage, which was in terrible need of a fix up from top to bottom, Nino glanced around him before setting to work.
He was taking on the role of a typical street punk that roamed in these parts. Nino grabbed a dark beanie from the back seat and pulled it low over his head until you could barely see his eyebrows, and then put on a pair of darkly shaded reading glasses. Having a few very distinctive marks on his face, Nino was told to use makeup to hide the moles.
Grumbling to himself about wearing makeup, not that he wasn’t used to it after all these years, he grabbed the cover-up stick from under the seat, pulled the rearview mirror down and started to carefully blend the makeup over his moles.
At first, he was reluctant and a bit pissed that he was chosen for such a ridiculous role, but after his boss told him just how serious this job was, Nino suddenly grew anxious.
He preferred his work to be serious and dangerous, just the thrill to stay alive was worth all the shit he had to go through to get where he was now. Checking his surroundings once more and seeing no one in sight, Nino reached under the seat of the car again and pulled out a simple and standard hand gun. Holding it near the floor and out of sight, he checked the bullets, confirmed it was loaded and carefully stuffed it in the back of his belt.
He highly doubted there would be a need for it, since this was a mission to simply get information from an inside source, but Nino never went anywhere unprepared.
There was no room in his profession for mistakes. Mistakes got you killed and as Nino liked to think, if there was going to be killing, he’d do it himself.
Finally getting out of the car, Nino pulled his shirt over his pants and grabbed an oversized jacket that nearly reached his knees when he wore it. He popped the collar, kicked the car door shut, stuffed his hands in his pockets and started his new role. It was always wise to think of a character before going into something like this, but it was easy for Nino.
Almost too easy, he thought, he could make up his character’s whole background on the spot. Including childhood friends that never existed and a tale of his imaginary dog that had to be found one day.
Nino scowled under the flickering orange lights of the garage as he walked to the stairs, hunched into his jacket and eyes to the ground. He took one step at a time, brushing past other delinquents that swore at him when he ignored their presence and groups of females that couldn’t keep to themselves.
During situations like these, Nino often took notice of the weather, studying the tiny details that blurred out the insults, touches and threats directed at him.
It was dark tonight and maybe a little chilly. The moon seemed dirty in this part of town as it peeked in and out of the rusty clouds. And the air here was thick as well... Nino couldn’t help but to think this was the reason why these kids grew up the way they did.
Nino crossed the street and reached the door of the club, joining and meshing with the other rowdy youths, not so much younger than himself. He made his way in, reminding himself that if anything broke out, as it usually did in places like this, to abandon the mission.
It was one thing to get caught in a gun fight just between gangs and underground societies, but it was completely different to get caught in a knife fight between civilians and police... with a gun.
Nino was, in their eyes, a criminal and nothing more.
Inside the club was alive with strobe lights, laser lights, disco lights and any other nauseating light you could possibly think of. The air reeked of smoke and sweat and the walls and floors vibrated with the pounding of music.
Nino stood off to the side for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes screwed shut. He always got headaches in these clubs. Luckily, the majority of people around him were too drunk or drugged to actually care he existed.
Shaking his head slightly, Nino pressed on, squeezing himself between dancing people and people throwing up everything they once drank in their life.
Eventually, he made it to the bar and quickly found a seat next to a drunken man tracing circles on the counter with his finger and a woman who was shamelessly flirting with the bartender. When he was asked what he wanted, Nino absentmindedly ordered a hard liquor, he didn’t really care which kind, he wasn’t going to drink it anyway.
His eyes started scanning the crowd, searching for a man that matched the picture he was shown earlier that day.
The man he was after was a sort of drug lord or something similar and had ties to another group that was hosting a traitorous spy. Normally, Nino would just be ordered to track down the traitor and kill on sight, but this was different.
This man had valuable information that would be lost if he was taken down. So, with a little help from a sufficient amount of money, Nino’s boss had managed to pay off this drug lord to let them know where this traitor was hiding. And it was Nino’s job to collect this drug lord’s information.
What information this traitor was hiding, Nino wasn’t allowed to know... and he really didn’t care either. That was another reason why he was chosen for this role, Nino did what he was told, kept his mouth shut and returned with everything, and sometimes more, his boss would need.
It didn’t matter to Nino what was going on, he was just satisfied with a house and someone to support him.
Nino took the glass of alcohol and brought it to his lips but never taking in a drop. His eyes never left the front door for nearly a whole hour. Growing very impatient, Nino started to make his way around the club, pausing here and there and pretending to watch the dancers that drew a crowd.
He really hoped this guy would show up. If it was going to be a total waste of time, like sometimes it was, he was going to raise hell.
He had a life outside of this puppet’s game, after all. Then, narrowing his eyes to see more clearly through the smoke, he spotted the man, flanked by four giggling women and two larger men.
He wasn’t hard to keep tabs on, since he was dressed like some sophisticated pimp he thought he was. Nino trailed him with his eyes as the man stumbled his way up the stairs to the V.I.P. floor, laughing loudly and drink sloshing dangerously.
Nino gritted his teeth. He was getting sick of this guy already. He seemed to be greasy and cheap and fake. Nino didn’t like him. But he wasn’t going to let this go by, simply because of that.
So, moving slowly through the crowd, Nino steadily approached the stairs until someone crossed his path and tumbled into his chest.
"Watch it! What’re you think you’re doing!?" of course, for Nino, reacting like a punk wasn’t so hard when some drunken idiot falls into you and spilling beer everywhere. Through the blinding lights and deafening music, Nino somehow made eye contact with the guy and everything fell silent.
The guy that stumbled into him was grinning an awkward half smile as he balanced himself out again.
"Ah! I’m really, really sorry! Here, here, the bar has towels!" he exclaimed loudly over the music, grabbing Nino’s hand and pulling him towards the opposite end of the club to the bar again. Nino pulled back angrily, casting frantic glances up at the second floor to keep tabs on his target.
"I’m fine! Don’t worry about it!" Nino yelled, but the guy kept pulling him and sat him down on stool next to the other drunken man, still tracing circles on the granite.
"Do you think I’ve had too much?" the guy suddenly asked Nino, his round and slightly silhouetted face inches from Nino’s. Nino recoiled and turned his head away from the man’s warm breath.
"I don’t care!" Nino groaned, getting back up again and trying to get to the second floor. But he was blocked by the man again, who shook Nino’s shoulders happily.
"Let me buy you something in apology, okay?" he offered graciously. Nino growled and flicked his eyes towards the second floor, the greasy man shaking hands with someone and preparing to leave. Ripping out of the man’s hold, Nino made a beeline to the stairs but was cut off by a sudden brawl.
Thinking twice about jumping over the growing mob, Nino’s common sense told him to choose a more subtle way. Quickly darting through the crowd and past the DJ, Nino skidded to a stop and searched again for his target.
The man was being hauled away by his two bodyguards towards the door as the fighting began to get bigger and more violent. Dodging a body being thrown at him, Nino slipped his way through, punching a few times also and made a dash out into the street.
Huffing angrily, he spun around trying to find the guy, but he was long gone. Sirens blared through the night, growing closer and the young kids who wanted to avoid the law were scattering.
Nino kicked a nearby trash can as hard as he could, letting out a echoing yell of anger.
It was that guy’s fault. Had he not slammed into Nino and been so stupidly over apologetic, his mission would not have been ruined.
As Nino looked up from the street, he saw the man like he was a light in a dark room. Amongst the fleeing people, the man just stood in a lost stupor, wondering why everyone had abandoned him in the night club. Clenching his fists, Nino approached the guy and roughly grabbed his shirt, bringing him close.
He would have punched him. Hard.
But that look of being totally lost on the man’s face and the little voice in back of Nino’s mind reminding him that he was undercover, caused him to ease just a bit.
The guy stared back at Nino curiously, not in the least frightened. Nino scowled at him and slowly let his shirt go. The man opened his mouth to say something, but the squeals of tires from the police grew dangerously close and Nino’s survival mode kicked in.
It wasn’t until halfway up the parking garage stairs that Nino realized someone was behind him. And it wasn’t until he was at the car door that he realized exactly what he did.
Subconsciously, of course.
"Why the hell are you here!?" Nino shouted in a slight panic, staring at the man with large eyes. The other man, just as bewildered as Nino, shook his head hurriedly.
"I don’t know! You grabbed me!" he replied just as frantically and a little more slurred.
Nino looked down at his hand and found it gripping the other man’s wrist tightly. He roughly pulled away and listened to the growing danger of the police below them. Yanking the car door open, Nino hopped inside and started the old car with a startling roar.
The man rushed to Nino’s window and peered in.
"Can’t I go with you!?" he asked in a panic. Nino glared up at the large, watery eyes and dangerous pout and growled.
"No! What the fuck’s with you!? Go away!" Nino shouted, jamming the car’s stick shift into reverse and stomping on the gas. Having more control over a car than humanly possible, Nino pulled it out of it’s reverse and was about to drive forward, but ended up slamming himself into the steering wheel when he stomped on the brakes as he saw the man standing in front of the car.
The man rushed around to Nino’s side again and poked his head in.
"I can’t get caught! I’m supposed to be studying at home! If I get caught here, my mom can’t bail me out! I said I was responsible to live alone! I-"
"Damn it! Shut up and just get in!" Nino shouted through his pain. The man jumped into Nino’s car in no time and the two were finally able to skid their way through the dingy parking garage, through the crowd of police and out into the street.
When Nino decided that one hundred miles an hour had successfully deluded any police, he slowed down to a normal speed. He flicked his eyes to the guy next to him, who was clutching the armrests until his knuckles were white.
His face was terrified, his dark eyes wide and his heart rate pulsing rapidly at his neck.
Nino rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Where do you live?"
"A- Actually... it’s the other way..." the man stammered, looking over at Nino. Nino bit his tongue and did an illegal U-turn without slowing down, making the other man slam into the door window. He whined in pain and rubbed the side of his head tenderly.
"Serves you right." Nino mumbled angrily. The man swallowed pitifully and kept his slightly unfocused, but gentle stare on Nino. Nino felt his gaze but didn’t look over until a car passed him.
He couldn’t really see the man’s face clearly in the dark, except for the occasional streetlight, but he saw something in the other man’s eyes.
"I’m sorry..." was all Nino heard of the silky whisper.
Nino looked down at the man, face down on the bed, sheets pulled up to his naked waist and arms clinging to his pillow. Somehow, the entire car ride was a missing memory to Nino and all that he remembered was the desperate feeling that must have consumed them both.
Even if they didn’t really get past foreplay before the strange man passed out on top of Nino.
It wasn’t unusual for Nino to end up in this situation. He’d been with countless of people, men, women... it was a no boundaries type of life he lead and anything goes when you’re trying to get that information.
But this one...
Nino looked at himself in the slightly cracked, full length mirror, adjusting his clothes and glasses before getting on his knees and sliding his hand under the bed. He had purposely set his gun on the floor and pushed it under the bed with his foot while the other man was getting undressed.
He replaced the gun in his belt and made last minute adjustments before moving towards the door. As he closed it softly, he took one more look at the seemingly perfect man lying in the shadowed room.
But this one, Nino knew somewhere in the back of his mind, that if he didn’t leave now, this one was definitely going to be the death of him.
.
AN: So, I'm back and with a slightly different story than what I'm used to writing....
How was the first chapter??? :D It might be a little confusing and slow but it will all work itself out..
I have the whole story written out except for the last chapter and epilogue ^^ so I'll probably be doing updates on the weekends.
Um... just make sure to read the disclaimer before deciding to continue reading, since there might be some content in future chapters that you may not like.
Until next weekend, thank you once again! ^_^
Author: hippiefox
Pairing: Ohmiya, Juntoshi (slightly onesided), hints of Sakuraiba
Rating: definitely R.
Genre: AU, drama, action, violence, romance
Summary: Even fallen angels have angels.
NOTE: The original chapter list link on all chapters is broken. Please use THIS LINK instead and ignore the others. Thanks!
Chapter 1
Silencer
He didn’t even know this man sleeping soundlessly next to him. Not a name or even a clear picture of what his face looked like.
He stood at the side of the bed, his hands preoccupied with buttoning his jeans and pulling on his shirt. But his mind was consumed with the thought of how he managed to get here.
The target was a regular at a newly opened dance club in a rougher part of town. Nino couldn’t remember the club’s name since it was in another language, but matching the obnoxious florescent sign to what was described in his assignment, he knew he had found it.
Nino often traveled without a car, to lessen the chances of him being trailed and noticed, but tonight, he was going to need it. Whether for protection or for tracking, he wouldn’t know until the time came. After quickly parking in a filthy parking garage, which was in terrible need of a fix up from top to bottom, Nino glanced around him before setting to work.
He was taking on the role of a typical street punk that roamed in these parts. Nino grabbed a dark beanie from the back seat and pulled it low over his head until you could barely see his eyebrows, and then put on a pair of darkly shaded reading glasses. Having a few very distinctive marks on his face, Nino was told to use makeup to hide the moles.
Grumbling to himself about wearing makeup, not that he wasn’t used to it after all these years, he grabbed the cover-up stick from under the seat, pulled the rearview mirror down and started to carefully blend the makeup over his moles.
At first, he was reluctant and a bit pissed that he was chosen for such a ridiculous role, but after his boss told him just how serious this job was, Nino suddenly grew anxious.
He preferred his work to be serious and dangerous, just the thrill to stay alive was worth all the shit he had to go through to get where he was now. Checking his surroundings once more and seeing no one in sight, Nino reached under the seat of the car again and pulled out a simple and standard hand gun. Holding it near the floor and out of sight, he checked the bullets, confirmed it was loaded and carefully stuffed it in the back of his belt.
He highly doubted there would be a need for it, since this was a mission to simply get information from an inside source, but Nino never went anywhere unprepared.
There was no room in his profession for mistakes. Mistakes got you killed and as Nino liked to think, if there was going to be killing, he’d do it himself.
Finally getting out of the car, Nino pulled his shirt over his pants and grabbed an oversized jacket that nearly reached his knees when he wore it. He popped the collar, kicked the car door shut, stuffed his hands in his pockets and started his new role. It was always wise to think of a character before going into something like this, but it was easy for Nino.
Almost too easy, he thought, he could make up his character’s whole background on the spot. Including childhood friends that never existed and a tale of his imaginary dog that had to be found one day.
Nino scowled under the flickering orange lights of the garage as he walked to the stairs, hunched into his jacket and eyes to the ground. He took one step at a time, brushing past other delinquents that swore at him when he ignored their presence and groups of females that couldn’t keep to themselves.
During situations like these, Nino often took notice of the weather, studying the tiny details that blurred out the insults, touches and threats directed at him.
It was dark tonight and maybe a little chilly. The moon seemed dirty in this part of town as it peeked in and out of the rusty clouds. And the air here was thick as well... Nino couldn’t help but to think this was the reason why these kids grew up the way they did.
Nino crossed the street and reached the door of the club, joining and meshing with the other rowdy youths, not so much younger than himself. He made his way in, reminding himself that if anything broke out, as it usually did in places like this, to abandon the mission.
It was one thing to get caught in a gun fight just between gangs and underground societies, but it was completely different to get caught in a knife fight between civilians and police... with a gun.
Nino was, in their eyes, a criminal and nothing more.
Inside the club was alive with strobe lights, laser lights, disco lights and any other nauseating light you could possibly think of. The air reeked of smoke and sweat and the walls and floors vibrated with the pounding of music.
Nino stood off to the side for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes screwed shut. He always got headaches in these clubs. Luckily, the majority of people around him were too drunk or drugged to actually care he existed.
Shaking his head slightly, Nino pressed on, squeezing himself between dancing people and people throwing up everything they once drank in their life.
Eventually, he made it to the bar and quickly found a seat next to a drunken man tracing circles on the counter with his finger and a woman who was shamelessly flirting with the bartender. When he was asked what he wanted, Nino absentmindedly ordered a hard liquor, he didn’t really care which kind, he wasn’t going to drink it anyway.
His eyes started scanning the crowd, searching for a man that matched the picture he was shown earlier that day.
The man he was after was a sort of drug lord or something similar and had ties to another group that was hosting a traitorous spy. Normally, Nino would just be ordered to track down the traitor and kill on sight, but this was different.
This man had valuable information that would be lost if he was taken down. So, with a little help from a sufficient amount of money, Nino’s boss had managed to pay off this drug lord to let them know where this traitor was hiding. And it was Nino’s job to collect this drug lord’s information.
What information this traitor was hiding, Nino wasn’t allowed to know... and he really didn’t care either. That was another reason why he was chosen for this role, Nino did what he was told, kept his mouth shut and returned with everything, and sometimes more, his boss would need.
It didn’t matter to Nino what was going on, he was just satisfied with a house and someone to support him.
Nino took the glass of alcohol and brought it to his lips but never taking in a drop. His eyes never left the front door for nearly a whole hour. Growing very impatient, Nino started to make his way around the club, pausing here and there and pretending to watch the dancers that drew a crowd.
He really hoped this guy would show up. If it was going to be a total waste of time, like sometimes it was, he was going to raise hell.
He had a life outside of this puppet’s game, after all. Then, narrowing his eyes to see more clearly through the smoke, he spotted the man, flanked by four giggling women and two larger men.
He wasn’t hard to keep tabs on, since he was dressed like some sophisticated pimp he thought he was. Nino trailed him with his eyes as the man stumbled his way up the stairs to the V.I.P. floor, laughing loudly and drink sloshing dangerously.
Nino gritted his teeth. He was getting sick of this guy already. He seemed to be greasy and cheap and fake. Nino didn’t like him. But he wasn’t going to let this go by, simply because of that.
So, moving slowly through the crowd, Nino steadily approached the stairs until someone crossed his path and tumbled into his chest.
"Watch it! What’re you think you’re doing!?" of course, for Nino, reacting like a punk wasn’t so hard when some drunken idiot falls into you and spilling beer everywhere. Through the blinding lights and deafening music, Nino somehow made eye contact with the guy and everything fell silent.
The guy that stumbled into him was grinning an awkward half smile as he balanced himself out again.
"Ah! I’m really, really sorry! Here, here, the bar has towels!" he exclaimed loudly over the music, grabbing Nino’s hand and pulling him towards the opposite end of the club to the bar again. Nino pulled back angrily, casting frantic glances up at the second floor to keep tabs on his target.
"I’m fine! Don’t worry about it!" Nino yelled, but the guy kept pulling him and sat him down on stool next to the other drunken man, still tracing circles on the granite.
"Do you think I’ve had too much?" the guy suddenly asked Nino, his round and slightly silhouetted face inches from Nino’s. Nino recoiled and turned his head away from the man’s warm breath.
"I don’t care!" Nino groaned, getting back up again and trying to get to the second floor. But he was blocked by the man again, who shook Nino’s shoulders happily.
"Let me buy you something in apology, okay?" he offered graciously. Nino growled and flicked his eyes towards the second floor, the greasy man shaking hands with someone and preparing to leave. Ripping out of the man’s hold, Nino made a beeline to the stairs but was cut off by a sudden brawl.
Thinking twice about jumping over the growing mob, Nino’s common sense told him to choose a more subtle way. Quickly darting through the crowd and past the DJ, Nino skidded to a stop and searched again for his target.
The man was being hauled away by his two bodyguards towards the door as the fighting began to get bigger and more violent. Dodging a body being thrown at him, Nino slipped his way through, punching a few times also and made a dash out into the street.
Huffing angrily, he spun around trying to find the guy, but he was long gone. Sirens blared through the night, growing closer and the young kids who wanted to avoid the law were scattering.
Nino kicked a nearby trash can as hard as he could, letting out a echoing yell of anger.
It was that guy’s fault. Had he not slammed into Nino and been so stupidly over apologetic, his mission would not have been ruined.
As Nino looked up from the street, he saw the man like he was a light in a dark room. Amongst the fleeing people, the man just stood in a lost stupor, wondering why everyone had abandoned him in the night club. Clenching his fists, Nino approached the guy and roughly grabbed his shirt, bringing him close.
He would have punched him. Hard.
But that look of being totally lost on the man’s face and the little voice in back of Nino’s mind reminding him that he was undercover, caused him to ease just a bit.
The guy stared back at Nino curiously, not in the least frightened. Nino scowled at him and slowly let his shirt go. The man opened his mouth to say something, but the squeals of tires from the police grew dangerously close and Nino’s survival mode kicked in.
It wasn’t until halfway up the parking garage stairs that Nino realized someone was behind him. And it wasn’t until he was at the car door that he realized exactly what he did.
Subconsciously, of course.
"Why the hell are you here!?" Nino shouted in a slight panic, staring at the man with large eyes. The other man, just as bewildered as Nino, shook his head hurriedly.
"I don’t know! You grabbed me!" he replied just as frantically and a little more slurred.
Nino looked down at his hand and found it gripping the other man’s wrist tightly. He roughly pulled away and listened to the growing danger of the police below them. Yanking the car door open, Nino hopped inside and started the old car with a startling roar.
The man rushed to Nino’s window and peered in.
"Can’t I go with you!?" he asked in a panic. Nino glared up at the large, watery eyes and dangerous pout and growled.
"No! What the fuck’s with you!? Go away!" Nino shouted, jamming the car’s stick shift into reverse and stomping on the gas. Having more control over a car than humanly possible, Nino pulled it out of it’s reverse and was about to drive forward, but ended up slamming himself into the steering wheel when he stomped on the brakes as he saw the man standing in front of the car.
The man rushed around to Nino’s side again and poked his head in.
"I can’t get caught! I’m supposed to be studying at home! If I get caught here, my mom can’t bail me out! I said I was responsible to live alone! I-"
"Damn it! Shut up and just get in!" Nino shouted through his pain. The man jumped into Nino’s car in no time and the two were finally able to skid their way through the dingy parking garage, through the crowd of police and out into the street.
When Nino decided that one hundred miles an hour had successfully deluded any police, he slowed down to a normal speed. He flicked his eyes to the guy next to him, who was clutching the armrests until his knuckles were white.
His face was terrified, his dark eyes wide and his heart rate pulsing rapidly at his neck.
Nino rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Where do you live?"
"A- Actually... it’s the other way..." the man stammered, looking over at Nino. Nino bit his tongue and did an illegal U-turn without slowing down, making the other man slam into the door window. He whined in pain and rubbed the side of his head tenderly.
"Serves you right." Nino mumbled angrily. The man swallowed pitifully and kept his slightly unfocused, but gentle stare on Nino. Nino felt his gaze but didn’t look over until a car passed him.
He couldn’t really see the man’s face clearly in the dark, except for the occasional streetlight, but he saw something in the other man’s eyes.
"I’m sorry..." was all Nino heard of the silky whisper.
Nino looked down at the man, face down on the bed, sheets pulled up to his naked waist and arms clinging to his pillow. Somehow, the entire car ride was a missing memory to Nino and all that he remembered was the desperate feeling that must have consumed them both.
Even if they didn’t really get past foreplay before the strange man passed out on top of Nino.
It wasn’t unusual for Nino to end up in this situation. He’d been with countless of people, men, women... it was a no boundaries type of life he lead and anything goes when you’re trying to get that information.
But this one...
Nino looked at himself in the slightly cracked, full length mirror, adjusting his clothes and glasses before getting on his knees and sliding his hand under the bed. He had purposely set his gun on the floor and pushed it under the bed with his foot while the other man was getting undressed.
He replaced the gun in his belt and made last minute adjustments before moving towards the door. As he closed it softly, he took one more look at the seemingly perfect man lying in the shadowed room.
But this one, Nino knew somewhere in the back of his mind, that if he didn’t leave now, this one was definitely going to be the death of him.
.
AN: So, I'm back and with a slightly different story than what I'm used to writing....
How was the first chapter??? :D It might be a little confusing and slow but it will all work itself out..
I have the whole story written out except for the last chapter and epilogue ^^ so I'll probably be doing updates on the weekends.
Um... just make sure to read the disclaimer before deciding to continue reading, since there might be some content in future chapters that you may not like.
Until next weekend, thank you once again! ^_^