Savior (Chapter 14 Part 2) Last Chapter

[superhappynao]



The apartment was beautifully set out.

Shou couldn’t help but compare the current apartment to Hiroto’s previous one. The change was astonishing. The walls were painted beige and had a wooden border around the middle as if the whole room were wrapped up like a birthday present. The floor looked like it was made of the same wood, varnished and spotless without a crack or splint to be seen. The Kitchen area at the left side was guarded by a breakfast counter lined with only two tall stools, and on the left side of the room were two small white sofa’s, a grey rug and a television that seemed dusty and unused. Despite the simple and pretty layout of the room it seemed empty and uncharacterised; the only thing that reminded Shou of Hiroto was the smells and the sounds of quiet music being played from the stereo sat on the kitchen worktop.

Shou had been sat on one of the white sofa’s for quite a while, watching Hiroto who was sat on the other sofa. Once inside Hiroto had been unsure of how to act, but eventually he offered Shou a seat and stared at him for almost ten minutes. Minor, strange questions were flung at Shou from no-where; things like ‘how did you get here?’ And ‘how did you find me?’

Finally Shou grew impatient. He couldn’t sit and wait for Hiroto to kick him out; by the way Hiroto was acting he could tell that the smaller man was ready to give up on believing anything. Shou lifted his head and wiped his fringe away from his face.

“I can’t just sit here and wait.” He began quietly. “You do believe me, don’t you Hiroto? You do know it’s me?”

Hiroto clapped his hands together and brought his fingertips to his mouth. He thought about the question carefully, but it wasn’t the question he should have been thinking about. Sick rose up in his throat whenever he touched the subject of who this man was, but that was only because he knew the answer. He had enough evidence to believe that Shou was sat right in front of him, but what he did with that evidence was up to him entirely.

Despite desperately wanting to throw the idea out of the window and carrying on with his life, he chose to tell the truth. He nodded dejectedly and sighed deeply.

“I don’t want to believe it but it has to be you…”

The answer confused Shou. He frowned at Hiroto and pursed his lips out of frustration. Why didn’t he want to believe him? If the answer was so obvious then why was he so desperate to push Shou away?

“Don’t you want to see me?” He asked with a hint of anger in his voice. He wasn’t angry, just confused, but the confusion was making his voice vary in tone. Hiroto looked back up at Shou after staring at the blank television and scowled.

“What if I told you I was married?” Hiroto snapped. “What if I told you that I was in love? What if I had a family with children a-and a mother and a father?” He felt himself shake again, but he hoped that his tight grip on the sofa’s white material would help him restrain himself. “What if I was dead? What would you do?!”

“I was worried.” Shou muttered. “I was scared that you would be dead and that I would have to live without you. When I found that you were alive I didn’t care whether you had started a new life or not, I was just happy.” He rolled his eyes and sighed out of frustration with himself. “I shouldn’t have just turned up, I know that, but I wanted to see you so badly. Even if you had moved on I wanted to know who you had become.”

“So you wouldn’t care if I didn’t love you anymore?” Hiroto blurted. They went silent for a moment; Hiroto staring at Shou to make sure his words had made great impact and Shou turning away attempting to compose himself after the harsh accusation.

“I would care.” He moaned. “But there wouldn’t be anything I could do except make sure you were happy…”

“You’re not as removed from the Angels as you thought.” Hiroto snapped. He sat forward and stared at Shou with a piercing glare that he’d never seen on the smaller man before. It terrified Shou; he’d never seen Hiroto stare at anyone with such distaste and anger, and it was all concentrated onto him. “But you wouldn’t be able to keep me happy anyway. You never stayed with me long enough to do that in the first place.”

Suddenly it hit Shou. He’d been so wound up in his reappearance that he hadn’t realised that Hiroto had been affected by the years in between. His awakening had been somewhat simple, just like waking up after a long night’ sleep, but Hiroto’s life must have been far more rigorous. He’d lived with the fact that Shou had left for dead and the only thing he’d been left with was a broken heart. When he thought about it, it was no surprise that Hiroto was angry.

“I see…” Shou muttered with a breaking voice. “You’re angry…”

“Of course I’m angry!” Hiroto shouted. It felt as if his emotion had been verified, and finally it wasn’t wrong to shout or scream. It was at this point that Hiroto didn’t feel the need to restrain himself as much. “Naoyuki told me to wait for you, but I didn’t want to wait anymore! What was the point when you were never going to come back, and even if you did you wouldn’t stay? I learned how to live for myself and now I’m the only person I can depend on.” He wiped his teary eyes and continued. “It’s not the truth if you say you’re going to stay with me. You know, you wouldn’t have to lie if you just let me be.”

“I get why you’re angry but this is different from before!” Shou cried back. “I’m not like I was! I’m human now and I can stay with you!”

“You were just as certain before!” Hiroto growled. He got to his feet and clenched his fists as hard as possible. “Why don’t you just leave and put us both out of our misery!?”

Shou stood up and faced Hiroto with an equally angered face, but deep inside not feeling as worked up or powerful as the man stood before him.

“No! I won’t!” He snapped, “I want to be with you because I love you! I’m not going to give up!”

“Well I don’t love you!” Hiroto snapped. “So what will you do now?! Will you keep bugging me until you die?!”

Instantly Hiroto regretted what he’d said. His eyes strayed away from Shou’s face and it was that sign that gave Shou a little hope to his damaged heart. He wiped his face down, revealing hidden tears as they were streaked down his cheeks, and sighed in frustration. Why was Hiroto so mean? Was he just saying things that he knew would hurt Shou or was he serious? He bit his lip and decided to carry on with his main objective; if he didn’t stick to his guns then no one would, and he wasn’t brought back to life to give up and waste the few years he had left.

“Do you really think that?” He asked far calmer than before. “Do you really hate me that much? Or maybe it’s been too long and you can hardly remember my face?”

Hiroto stammered. Seeing Shou upset over what he’d said was devastating. Deep down Hiroto did still love Shou; he had admitted to himself years ago that he would always love Shou no matter what happened to them. Telling Shou that he didn’t love him anymore was the only way to make any deep cut to Shou’s heart, but instantly Hiroto wanted to patch it back up and nurse it better.

He didn’t want to make Shou cry.

“Y-you asked to be hurt.” Hiroto stammered. “If my stupid words hurt you that much then you should just give up! Give up right now! This isn’t the place for you to be if you break down that easily.”

Shou frowned and shook his head.

“Why would I give up?” Shou growled. “Why would I ever give up on you that easily? I don’t care if you’ve given up, if you want me to leave so bad then I will but there is only one reason why I’m alive right now and it’s to look after you! Angel or not I will never forget about you, not because of who I was but because I love you.”

With that Shou turned around and made his way towards the door. He had no idea where he was going to go, but he knew he couldn’t stay any longer. He had to be with Hiroto, he couldn’t imagine a life without him anymore, but if leaving made him happy then he had to do that too. It seemed that living wouldn’t be so straightforward from that point onwards.

Hiroto watched Shou leave as if time was moving at a snail’s pace. Each movement seemed like it took forever, but if he didn’t do something soon then Shou would be gone from the flat without any sure way of getting back in touch. Just like before Shou was slipping from Hiroto’s fingers, and if Hiroto didn’t stop it then history would repeat itself just like what he’d been arguing about.

He let everything inside him loose. Suddenly all of his feelings and thoughts were running through his veins like electricity. I need to stop him. He thought wildly to himself. I can’t let him go again…

What happened next felt like it didn’t happen at all. Hiroto ran to Shou so quickly that it hardly seemed visible. He grabbed Shou’s arm, swung him around and pushed him against the door. Immediately, without any thought in the matter, Hiroto pressed their lips together and kissed him voraciously. His youth rushed back to him in a bundle of excitement and exhilaration that made every memory of Shou vibrant, colourful and incredibly detailed.

And of course, the taste on his lips and touch of his skin brought back its fair share of memories.

“Hiroto…” Shou gasped the moment he had time to speak. Hiroto leant away from him slightly and found himself caught in his bright, wide eyed stare. His eyes were still just as stunning as they were before, but in some ways were still just as enticing and soul capturing. Hesitantly Hiroto looked away from Shou and let his grip around his waist loosen.

Shou knew he couldn’t continue, but he desperately wanted to. He missed Hiroto both mentally and physically, and after tasting him after such a long time he couldn’t say no. Nervously, he moved closer and pecked him on the lips once or twice before he joined in again.

Hiroto widened his mouth just a little and let his tongue slip through Shou’s lips. Eventually his energy was reawakened and he moved his hands around Shou’s body, around his waist, his hips and his ass. He was practically leaning on Shou for support and the taller man could only lean against the door and allow Hiroto to do what he wanted with him. He found himself far more nervous in such a routine.

Hiroto moved down to Shou’s neck and started kissing around his pale skin while pushing his hands through his jumper and up his bare back. Shou grew more and more aroused and felt his cock grow hard. “Is it… ok to do this?” Shou asked naively.

“Shut up.” Hiroto mumbled. It was probably the best advice Shou could have been given at the time. All confusion and worry had been swept away by Hiroto’s touch. It felt like the smaller man was in control of everything; Shou’s actions, his thoughts, his emotions and even the sounds that uttered from his mouth.

His hands were all the way up Shou’s back. They brought his hoodie up with it and the mounds of material were folded up around his shoulders. Suddenly Hiroto ripped himself away from Shou and pulled him away from the door. Hesitantly Shou stumbled along with him until he was pushed through a nearby door and almost fell onto the bed in the centre of the new room. It must have been Hiroto’s bedroom; mainly blue with posters plastered all over the walls. This room was far more natural - far more Hiroto.

Eventually Hiroto walked in, slammed the door shut, threw something round onto the bed and climbed on top of Shou’s body. This time he pulled off Shou’s hoodie and T-shirt so that his chest was bare. It was at this moment that Hiroto felt a little nervous. The last time he’d been in this position was a very long time ago, and the next day was the beginning of a very tough life. Despite slight hesitation he slid down onto Shou and started kissing and sucking along his neck and shoulder.

Shou moaned and brought one hand to Hiroto’s hair and one to his back. He’d forgotten that Hiroto still had a shirt on, so rather quickly he started unbuttoning it from the top downward. Hiroto sat up and continued until his shirt was undone, revealing a mysterious line of shadowed skin and muscle.

Shou sat himself up too and stared seriously and sharply into Hiroto’s eyes. Even though his desire to sleep with Hiroto was raging he couldn’t help but feel downsized by the look he was receiving back. Hiroto stared at him with such confident passion that he’d never seen before, but there was a glint in his eye that showed a hint of trepidation.

He slipped the thin material away that was covering Hiroto’s collarbone. His fingers lingered over the delicate bone so lightly that they felt like a breeze. It chilled Hiroto’s spine. The moment he felt the shirt slip off his shoulders he felt vulnerable and cold, ready for any abuse that Shou could give him. It was how he always felt in such situations, but this time was different. He was finding it hard to put on a mask of confidence and the moment Shou laid eyes upon his body he would be exposed for what he really was.

They breathed heavier. All the sound in the world was the inhale of air and the exhale of air. He could feel Shou’s breath over his skin, examining everything displayed on it. He felt like something was strangling him, causing him to almost gasp for air in an attempt to regain some kind of composure. Nothing could have prepared him for the look Shou was about to give him.

No words were needed. The scars on Hiroto’s body were made for very obvious reasons.

Fingertips dabbled along them. His stomach wasn’t so bad, and the scars had become white whips like the stroke of a brush. His back was worse, abused in the past and escaped with scratches and bruises like the markings of a tiger. Sometimes Hiroto hadn’t wanted them to leave; they felt like battle scars necessary to remind him of what he deserved. Eventually, however, he had left them to heal.

Hiroto looked away from Shou’s glare but managed to revive himself in a matter of seconds. Now that the discovery was made he felt like something needed to be done to forget it; he needed to continue being the confident and angered version of himself he was moments ago. He looked back at Shou and kissed him with a completely different passion than he had held before.

He pulled Shou closer to him. The taller man’s back arched a little as Hiroto’s hand slid under his trousers and around his cock. He caressed it slowly while his other hand travelled down from his shoulders and pressed into the indents on either side of his lower back.

Eventually he unzipped Shou’s trousers and pulled them down. His cock was erect and throbbing; it was getting very difficult to control himself while Hiroto was undressing him. He knew that Hiroto was also impatient; his actions were hasty and he could feel the smaller man’s cock against his thigh.

Shou began removing Hiroto’s trousers and Hiroto continued kissing him. He dragged his fingers through Shou’s hair and clutched to his chest - it was impossible to stop touching him. Once he’d stepped out of his trousers he moved back to Shou and began massaging his cock, making the other man groan and clutch to Hiroto tighter. He grabbed the small round tub of lubricant and quickly opened it. Shou then dragged some of the thick liquid onto his hands and proceeded to cover Hiroto’s cock with it.

As he did so Hiroto let his head drop to Shou’s shoulder. It wasn’t long until his erection was getting harder and harder to restrain and his need to be close with Shou grew more and more. He pulled Shou against him and pushed him back down to the bed.

The lubricant was covered over them both, covering their cocks, stomachs and chests. Hiroto kissed Shou hungrily and grabbed his shoulders. He rubbed against Shou rhythmically, enjoying the friction and tension between them before pushing into him. The moment he did so Shou moaned loudly. Both their needs to release were so strong that there was no way they could be gentle, and immediately Hiroto was ramming into Shou furiously yet still with a similar rhythm as before.

Both of them were gasping to each other, Hiroto into Shou’s shoulder and Shou out into the air right by the smaller man’s ear. Shou could feel himself grow hot and sweaty, the pressures of restricting himself and being fucked rampantly and rapidly were building up to the point where he couldn’t take it. He cried out to Hiroto and took a deep yet hasty breath in.

They both saw white as if they’d gone blind. The rush between them felt like nothing they’d felt before, releasing semen, sweat and the anger and frustrations of their past. As the electric charge stormed through them Hiroto couldn’t remember why he’d been so angry - he loved Shou more than anything in the world…

Hiroto collapsed on top of Shou. They laid and breathed simultaneously for a long time. Hiroto enjoyed rising up and down on Shou’s chest and Shou enjoyed Hiroto’s warmth. He had one arm around Hiroto’s hot body, but it took him a while to realise that his other hand was laid horizontally across the bed.

He looked over to it and realised that it was linked with Hiroto’s. They’d been hand in hand at some point onwards during sex, which even though Shou thought was slightly strange, brought a smile to his face. Hiroto’s actions had confused him, but it was simple actions like holding his hand that made him feel like there was still compassion in his lover’s heart.

Hiroto was looking at their hands too. Even though he was exhausted he managed to chuckle to himself and turn over to Shou.

“We’re holding hands…” He mumbled, letting his head fall to Shou’s chest. “That’s not cool…”

“What’s going on with you Hiroto?” Shou asked suddenly. Hiroto looked up at him and found himself locked in his eyes. “What’s going on in your head?”

They stared at each other for a while until Hiroto could come up with an answer. He knew that Shou deserved one, especially after his random rampage that ended up in them being naked in his bedroom. Despite the urgency to explain himself, they laid together in comfortable silence for a long time until anything was even uttered between them.

“It- it’s been hard.” Hiroto explained. “I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of to get to where I am and I’ve had to deal with a lot...” He stopped for a moment and bit his lip. “You know, I felt abandoned. I felt cheated. I’d got on with my life but at the same time I couldn’t; I couldn’t let myself love someone like I’d loved you. If you hadn’t come back I would have ended up lonely for the rest of my life…”

“No, you wouldn’t have.” Shou reassured. He stroked Hiroto’s cheek. “That doesn’t matter anymore though, I’m here now.” He glanced away from Hiroto quickly and his cheeks blushed out of nervousness. “When I came here and told you that I’d keep you happy even if you didn’t love me anymore, it wasn’t because I hadn’t changed, it was because I love you. And I look up to you for living all this time and succeeding.”

Hiroto squirmed a little and pulled a face. If Shou knew half of what had happened to him then he wouldn’t be proud at all. It was impossible to hide his discomfort with the statement, so Hiroto rolled his eyes and pushed himself down onto the other side of the bed next to Shou.

“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what I’ve done.” Hiroto mumbled. He faced away from Shou, but in turn he had his back on full display and the scars reminded the taller man of what Hiroto was referring to. However they got there, they were a sure sign that nothing had come easy for him. Shou stared at the back for a few seconds before pulling Hiroto back around to face him.

“Yes I would.” Shou stated seriously.

As they continued to stare at each other, Hiroto began to remember what his parents had told him in one of his very old dreams. They had told him to live; for them and for Shou. After a few years those words had weathered away and it was only until now, at 24, that he finally understood the worth of his efforts.

Maybe, after so long of struggling to cope and only relying on himself, he could finally accept something good. It was time that he saw things for what they really were instead of automatically picking out their faults and blinding himself from their merits.

Forget your worries about Shou. From what we have seen he is very pure and very wise. You can be happy with him and you can live your life with him, just have faith and fight for him. Hiroto shivered at the words of his mother. He hadn’t fought for Shou, he’d fought for himself, but in the back of his mind his past love for Shou had secretly kept him going.

Shou kissed Hiroto and brought the bed covers over his cold body. He hugged Hiroto and made sure that he was as warm as possible. “Some time I’d really like to hear about your life.” He murmured. He smirked at Hiroto and a glint of cheek shimmered across his eyes. “Maybe I should be calling you ‘Shou’ from now on?”

Hiroto blushed violently. Since he’d never expected to see Shou again he never thought he’d have to explain his stage name.

“That’s… nothing to do with you!” Hiroto lied. “What if I just liked the sound? Or maybe it wasn’t even my decision?!”

“Whatever.” Shou sighed, “I guess you didn’t completely forget about me while I was gone…”

Hiroto dropped his forehead to Shou’s chest and sighed out of embarrassment.

“You’re so gay.”

~*~

Life had been lonely for a few years. Silence and desolation were two things that Murai was no stranger to.

Day after day he would roam the earth, searching for anything interesting that would take his fancy for a day or two. He meddled with the odd person’s life, adding a few twists and turns where he liked, but everything seemed so dull and barren.

After being told to leave by Hiroto nothing had been quite the same.

Both men were just as stubborn as each other. It took a lot of responsibility to take the blame for their actions but Murai decided to do so. Hiroto had demanded that the Angel leave him be, after all the teenager had grown into a successful man and Murai’s face only brought back memories of a dark and painful past. The Angel understood this much, but this didn’t stop the pair from ending their relationship on bad terms. They had argued until the early hours of the morning before Murai decided to disappear.

He was back to a pointless, bitter existence. All he wanted to do was toy with the world he had in front of him, but even that was becoming lame. Nothing tasted quite right anymore.

On the same night of Hiroto’s gig, Murai took a stroll down the same streets of Tokyo that Hiroto had ventured on previously. He wanted to be there; Hiroto’s gig was something he’d picked up on recently and even though he couldn’t be there for him he wanted to loiter around, take a look at what was going on and stroll around Japan just as he used to do. He’d missed the air of the country, the feel of the wind against human skin, and even the sound of feet across the pavements. In Murai’s opinion, all of these aspects of a city were different everywhere he went.

He rose his head and let his black wings loose. It felt like his body was absorbing all of his past memories, ranging from Hiroto and Shou, the human’s he’d toyed with over the years and Kayo, Hiroki and Kenji. He hadn’t felt anything so strong in a while, and reminiscing was proving to be difficult yet interesting.

He turned his head to the right and glanced at the tip of his wing. He’d never been more desperate to rip it off. Years ago he’d felt such sadness and fear that he’d went to cut them off… but never succeeded. It was that same fear that had stopped him. Now that he had grown bored of life, bored of the earth and sick of his memories he could think about their decapitation clearly.

Maybe tonight is the night they will come off?

Murai span around. He was sure he could pick up on something strange in the air. He raised an eyebrow and observed the depths of the dark passageway that he was walking through. It felt like he’d scented another Angel, but the signal was out of the ordinary and almost unaccountable.

He shrugged it off. It was probably his imagination. Being in such a thoughtful state he would probably mistake a sudden yet basic Angel signal for something shocking and bizarre. It had been a long time since he’d picked up on an Angel and he hoped that the signal he’d just picked up on would be his last.

He continued to walk. The stroll was rather peaceful. The energy in the city was dying down and the change from a roaring crowd of fans to a cold and desolate street was relaxing. He wondered whether there was anywhere else in the world he would rather be; England, Finland, Spain? He quite enjoyed travelling through Europe. But nothing could compare to Japan; even if his worst memories originated in Tokyo he couldn’t forget the ones that brought him the most joy in his whole life.

“Hey.” A voice called from behind.

Murai jolted in shock. Being woken from a daydream was something, but being called for by someone directly was very shocking indeed. He scowled and turned around. Who the hell wanted business with him? More to the point, who the hell could see him?

“Who’s there?” He called down the pathway. No reply other than slow footsteps along concrete. Murai rolled his eyes and leant his head to the side. Whoever it was must have been an Angel, and if they had business with him they were incredibly stupid. It seemed his wish to ignore the Angels would never be fulfilled.

Once Murai could make out the face of the unknown Angel his face went white. It was a face he never thought he’d see again.

Sakamoto looked just as he always had, but to Murai there was an exceptional amount of difference. There was an aura lingering around him that literally smelt of Angel, and there was something in his eyes, as there was with every Angel, that told no fear, no uncertainty and the most knowledge that any being on earth could sustain.

Murai took a wary step back but kept his eyes firmly on Sakamoto. He knew that the human Sakamoto wouldn’t attempt to kill him over Angel business, but thing were different now and he couldn’t be sure. What would Sakamoto be thinking now that he had changed? What power could Sakamoto possibly posses after his change? There were so many questions to be asked, but for now Murai had to be on his toes. “It’s you.” He muttered, “So you managed to change?”

Sakamoto nodded and smiled at Murai.

“And Shou is human again.” He announced proudly. “We managed to trade.”

Silence. The humming of the city was the only thing interrupting them. Murai waited for some kind of explanation but it seemed he wasn’t getting one, so he let down his guard and scratched the back of his head.

“So… what? You’re an Angel now. Isn’t the reason you found me to carry out your business? The only thing I get approached for is death.”

“I’m not here to kill you.” Sakamoto replied, a smirk on his lips. “I’m here to propose something to you.”

Murai pulled a face and waited for Sakamoto to continue. His pale face seemed to glow in the alleyway and stung at Murai’s chest. Sakamoto’s past was throbbing away in his brain and wouldn’t go away, but Murai had closed the lid on that problem a long time ago.

Half Angel or not, Sakamoto is nothing to do with me.

“After meeting Tora I’m pretty sure that there are problems with the Angels.” Sakamoto explained, “Wouldn’t you like to fix it? Change the Angels for the better?”

Murai scowled.

“I’m through with Angels.” He muttered. He went to turn around, but just before he took his first step away Sakamoto shouted to him.

“History will repeat itself.” He pursed his lips and clenched his fists. “Incidents like those with Kayo and Hiroto will happen again and again. There are many more Angels waiting to come down here and many who are willing to stop at nothing to prevent these… impossible rules from being broken. Along with that I know that if you weren’t interested in stopping it then you wouldn’t have helped Shou in the first place.”

“Shut up.” Murai mumbled. How Sakamoto knew about Kayo was a mystery, but he guessed it was knowledge passed down to him during his alteration. After all, Angels were very smart creatures.

“No I won’t.” Sakamoto answered back casually. He walked up to Murai, took the Angel’s shoulder and span him round. “Be honest. Do you want the Angels to be free? I’m offering you my help and that’s the best you’re going to get right now.”

Murai looked at Sakamoto thoughtfully. Sakamoto had the same passion that Murai used to have many years ago. It was something that he envied, something he desired, but also something that he despised in other people. He could easily live his life as a bitter old man swearing at all those living out the same things that he once wanted to do too.

But this was his opportunity. Murai was nothing by himself; a cynical, barren, black-winged monster that could only be described as a creature from a child’s nightmare. He needed someone with him to be alive again, anyone, and Sakamoto, as much as he tried to deny it, was his last chance of living.

He sighed and nodded slowly.

“I agree with you.” Murai moaned. “But nothing’s as simple as you make it out to be, Sakamoto.”

The only reply he got for a while was another smirk and a confident swagger past him and down the pathway.

“It’s not as difficult as you make it out either.” Sakamoto replied finally. “And it’s Saga now, by the way.”

Murai watched Sakamoto walk and smirked himself. He knew that smiles were infectious, but he never knew that such a crooked one could be passed around the two Angels so easily. He could feel the energy from Sakamoto seep into his own body, and it forced his feet from their grounded position to Sakamoto’s side; walking down the pathway to wherever the hell they wanted to end up.

“Ok.” Murai mumbled. “If we’re playing that way - it’s Nao to you.”

With that, both Angels disappeared from the night in a flash of white and black.

Well I'm finally done (Eeek) I hope the ending was ok. I have plans to add to this story but that will totally depend on how frequently I can update (considering the problems I've already had.) Thank you so much to you very nice people who read and comment all the time and supported me! :3