Sephiroth x Hotaru Tomoe (complete)
Right, the prior posts have been deleted, and here is the final list!
Fandom: Sailor Moon/Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Sephiroth x Hotaru Tomoe (Sailor Saturn)
Theme Set: Alpha
Rating: From G to NC-17
#01 - Comfort
She held him that time, letting the grief and the disappointment and the guilt of all his past sins wash over him until he clung to her like a child; for that, no matter how many times she wept, he would never hesitate to wrap his own arms around her and shield her from the slightest thing that might cause her pain.
#02 - Kiss
Her kisses were sweeter than wine, yet so gentle that they were barely there... explaining, perhaps, why his own kisses were so hungry and demanding, opening up her willing mouth so he could feast on her sweetness better.
#03 - Soft
He had never felt anything as soft as her pale skin, silky and smooth and begging to be caressed, the perfect match to the soft flesh of her breasts, her thighs, her womanly curves, to say nothing of the soft sweetness of her spirit and her eyes; sometimes he felt afraid to touch her for fear of damaging that quality, until she laughed and, pressing against him, convinced him that sometimes hardness of all kinds could be as comforting as softness.
#04 - Pain
A dead mother... a cruel father more bent on science than the love of his child... a lab filled with terrors and phantom pains... a destiny thrust upon them from before their birth... these were pains they both shared, yet the pain grew less in the sharing.
#05 - Potatoes
The words Never again formed as Sephiroth poked the black and charred remnants of what once might have been fried potatoes, but they disappeared soon after as she giggled and thanked him for trying.
#06 - Rain
She watches as he stands under the rain, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as his cascade of silver hair becomes a literal waterfall down his back, and when she takes his face in her hands, she does not question the warmth of the water on his cheeks.
#07 - Chocolate
She had always rather liked chocolate, and after a slow afternoon of melting a fine bar of it over the warm firm skin of his chest and having it licked off hungrily, he had to admit that he liked it too.
#08 - Happiness
Sephiroth did not deserve to be happy, did not deserve to sit on a grassy hill with a pitcher of cold lemonade and a sandwich and watch while she chased butterflies, did not deserve to smile as she laughed like a child, reaching out to cup the fluttering insects in her hands, did not deserve to reach out for her and feel her come happily into his arms; he did not deserve any of this, yet he was selfish enough to take it when offered.
#09 - Telephone
Sephiroth was never polite with Haruka when he picked up the phone, was always cold and abrupt and handed the phone to Hotaru as if it were a ticking time bomb, which judging by the onesided yelling and, occasionally, the tears she shed afterwards, it probably was.
#10 - Ears
His ears were framed by silver hair cascading down on either side, covering his face and head, and when she bent close to whisper a request into those ears, to ask him to take out the garbage or make dinner or come to bed, she couldn't see the smile that crossed his face.
#11 - Name
Let the others call her Messiah of Silence, Sailor Saturn, Hotaru Tomoe; to him, she was always Firefly, his light in the dark.
#12 - Sensual
Hotaru was never allowed to forget the sensual perfection of Sephiroth's body, of his hard sculpted chest, his muscled arms, his heated skin; what always surprised her was how he, with a single caress and a breath, could awaken her own slender, pale form as some wonderous new playground of sensation.
#13 - Death
Death, to him, had once been filled with pain and dirt and unidentifiable organs spilling out over his blade, over his hands, filling his ears with screams and staining his gloves red; only with her had he learned he learned that death could be as graceful and beautiful as a dance, a few ribbons, and a twirling bladed staff.
#14 - Sex
Only as the clothes slowly, torturously came off could their masks of warrior calm come off as well, laid gently to one side as they embraced, entwined and naked in every single conceivable way.
#15 - Touch
In public, their touches were rare but comfortable, without flourish or comment or anything to betray their cold reserves; but in the privacy of their bedchambers, their touches were trembling, worshipping, disbelieving and adoring, asking again and again if they were worthy for this second chance, answering again and again that they were.
#16 - Weakness
Hotaru's weakness was shown in her pale face, her frail form, her bouts of trembling and inability to breathe and fight, an inability the youma was willing to exploit; Sephiroth's weakness was shown in the fine red mist and ragged guts that the foolish youma left behind.
#17 - Tears
Her tears came often, trailing softly down her cheek, but over time he had learned to differentiate between those of sorrow, which required a silent embrace and a soothing hush, and those of joy, which required much the same approach in the end.
#18 - Speed
Before he was able to slam down the flat of Masamune on her unprotected back, she moved again, her lithe form slipping through the air effortlessly to rest the blade of the Silence Glaive against his neck with a giggle of victory.
#19 - Wind
The wind whips through his hair and causes it to stream out like a banner, a banner that Hotaru can easily envision SOLDIERs following into battle and gladly dying for.
#20 - Freedom
"I am destined to bring the glaive down," she said, "and destroy the world," and Sephiroth cannot help but wonder if, once that mission is accomplished, she will be free to leave that glaive behind.
#21 - Life
When he told her his dreams of becoming a god of destruction, her response was simple: Anyone can destroy life, but to create it... that is truly godlike power.
#22 - Jealousy
She envied Rei for her long lustrous hair, Ami for her cute face, Minako for her unstoppable cheer, Makoto for the impressive curves of her body... Haruka for her stamina, Michiru for her elegance, Setsuna for her reserve... and most of all, Usagi for her purity... but listening to Sephiroth mock them dryly made her almost believe that the perfection of the other Senshi was highly overrated and that tainted spirit and frail body could be OK sometimes.
#23 - Hands
His hands have many callouses worn from years training with Masamune, and yet Hotaru cannot imagine anything softer, warmer or gentler than the worshipping touches he trails over her naked skin.
#24 - Taste
Sephiroth's skin tastes smoky, like something smoked in the finest wood stove, and Hotaru enjoys indulging in it as his clothes come off; many hours later, as she lies sated, she runs her tongue over her lips and discovers other pleasant tastes.
#25 - Devotion
He knelt before her, a warrior to her princess, his eyes swearing fealty as ferocious as his fighting skill; she smiled shyly and beckoned him to stand, begged him not to humble himself before her, and in doing so reaffirmed again why he was so willing to do so.
#26 - Forever
Ichigo ichie is the mantra is the Japanese tea ceremony, she explained to him, a once in a lifetime moment never to be repeated or recaptured, yet both of them know as she hands him the chawan and his fingers brush against hers that the eternity of Crystal Tokyo will be filled with many moments like this.
#27 - Blood
His blood glows slightly, a side effect from his Mako treatments he explained once... yet the way he looks at it sometimes makes her feel that he fears something greater that mere Mako in his blood, in his flesh; perhaps that is why he is so adamant about her taking proper precautions as far as contraceptives go.
#28 - Sickness
Jenova still lives within him and makes her claim clear, mottled green markings breaking out over his flesh and torturing him with nausea and agony; only the soft glow of Hotaru's healing touch can drive the disease away, though the insufficiency of Usagi's much more powerful healing crystal indicates that the healing magic has much less to do with efficacy than the identity of the woman holding his hand.
#29 - Melody
She sings a wordless melody, a haunting noise that echoes through the night, her "la la la" making him shiver for reasons he can't fully explain.
#30 - Star
They lay beneath the stars on that first night, both staring at the same shining point of light as they lay in each other's arms talking quietly, both unwilling to look each other in the eye and reveal the depths of feeling resting there, or the wet brightness of the stars shining in their eyes.
#31 - Home
His last home had been a parody of the notion, a stark white room in ShinRa HQ bereft of any personal effects; since then he had been a wanderer, and it was only until she asked him to stay with her that he had any real notion of what a home really was, of how a warm down comforter and a photograph on an antique table could mean something.
#32 - Confusion
When she woke alone in her bed in the middle of the night, she didn't know where she was or what had happened, thought that it was 6 years ago and Chibi Usa had just left for the future and the Senshi were too busy comforting Usagi to notice how utterly alone she was, and she was the only one in the universe who knew what it was to be a god of death... then the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened, and reality came flooding back in a welcome rush.
#33 - Fear
Hotaru was scared to think what would become of her if she ever lost Sephiroth; Sephiroth, on the other hand, only feared what he would once more become if he lost her.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
Hotaru jerked and winced at the loud clap of thunder, whimpering softly at the light and the sound; it was a tribute to Sephiroth's devotion that he said nothing about her irrational fear but merely wrapped his arm around her soothingly.
#35 - Bonds
He had no diamond to give her, but the silken feel of a lock of his silver hair wrapped around her ring finger made the thread that bound them that much tighter, made of iron links and silver strands.
#36 - Market
"Firefly, that figurine is completely impractical, it's overpriced, we can find a better one at the next vendor, and it's quite frankly hideous... don't look at me like that, do NOT give me those eyes... *sigh* damn you, you bitch, how much is it?"
#37 - Technology
The remote control was truly the pinnacle of modern technology, Sephiroth decided as Hotaru snuggled beside him in their bed and introduced him to the joy of Saturday morning cartoons.
#38 - Gift
The roses are such a totally banal present and given with such befuddlement and murmured excuses about how Midgar had no such thing as Valentine's Day, that one would have been taken aback by the sudden tackling hug and power-snuggle she bestowed upon him.
#39 - Smile
They are gifts that they give to each other when no one is watching: Hotaru's is soft, shy, almost disbelieving of her own happiness, while Sephiroth's is quiet, handsome, and rarer than the most precious stones.
#40 - Innocence
Sephiroth had never had the luxury of innocence, even from his childhood, his conception in a test tube; yet, watching her slide off mask after dark mask of Saturn to reveal the unspoiled purity of Hotaru underneath made him wonder... if he took off enough of his masks of coldness and warrior calm, what would he find underneath it all?
#41 - Completion
He slid inside her perfectly, as if she had been made to fit him and he to fit her... and as Sephiroth made love to her, felt the bliss of their union and savored the sensation of her melding with him on all levels, he knew that at last he had found his other wing.
#42 - Clouds
Clouds had, for a while, evoked rather bad memories in Sephiroth, and as such he could not even bring himself to join Hotaru in her occasional comments on this cloud or that... yet, just once, while she lay on the grass and identified clouds as being sheep or cars or even her compatriots, he ponders the odd twists of fate that led him to be reborn here, to have a second chance, and thinks that he owes Cloud Strife a debt of gratitude.
#43 - Sky
"I never thought I could enjoy lying on the grass and watching the blue sky for hours... it used to seem like such a waste of time...until I met you."
#44 - Heaven
Heaven, she decided, was here... in the warm morning sunlight, silk sheets wrapped around her, with her silver haired angel poised above her, smiling in a way that welcomed her to blissful waking.
#45 - Hell
Hell, she decided, was here... under the bloodred clouds of destruction, covered with the filth and ash of battle, trying to wake him gently, trying not to see how his silver hair was matted with glowing Mako blood.
#46 - Sun
She never tanned, she burned, turned lobster red and endured a week of agony as she peeled; she supposed that's why Sephiroth always looked stern and disapproving when she suggested they spend some time in the sun, though she never quite had the courage to tell him that his gentle application of aloe lotion on her skin somehow made the whole ordeal almost worthwhile.
#47 - Moon
They made a beautiful sight, unbeknownst to either... the moonlight illuminated and gilded them as they knelt on the bed, making them glow with an almost elven light that matched perfectly with her white skin and his silver hair.
#48 - Waves
He had never visited the sea when he was a child, so she decided it was high time she showed him the joys of playing in the waves; later, as he expressed his gratitude, she lay back on the sand and let a different sort of wave wash over her.
#49 - Hair
She is in love with his silver hair - brushing it, braiding it, watching it gleam in the moonlight, running her fingers through it, feeling it cascade over her body like fine silk - and she lets him know in a mockingly grave tone that, if he ever wishes to end the relationship, all he need do is shave his head.
#50 - Supernova
She watches calmly as his hands make the motions, creating the vision of a galaxy within the training hall before letting a comet shatter through the rings of her Senshi namesake and crash into the sun; she watches the sun engulf him and explode in powerful force, and yet she knows that he prefers watching her own quiet simulation of the galaxy, without comets and destroyed planets and supernovas.
Many thanks to prior commenters galerian_ash, amandaw, lightbulby, the_dw and sleeplessshadow; all feedback makes me feel fuzzy and warm. ^_^ I'm just glad I've "converted" a few people to this odd but infectious pairing. If anyone finds any good Sephiroth/Hotaru fanfiction to share (as far as I know, The Enemy Within is the only one out there, plus the fic that's been languishing on my hard drive forever), please let me know. ^_^
Thanks all!
Fandom: Sailor Moon/Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Sephiroth x Hotaru Tomoe (Sailor Saturn)
Theme Set: Alpha
Rating: From G to NC-17
#01 - Comfort
She held him that time, letting the grief and the disappointment and the guilt of all his past sins wash over him until he clung to her like a child; for that, no matter how many times she wept, he would never hesitate to wrap his own arms around her and shield her from the slightest thing that might cause her pain.
#02 - Kiss
Her kisses were sweeter than wine, yet so gentle that they were barely there... explaining, perhaps, why his own kisses were so hungry and demanding, opening up her willing mouth so he could feast on her sweetness better.
#03 - Soft
He had never felt anything as soft as her pale skin, silky and smooth and begging to be caressed, the perfect match to the soft flesh of her breasts, her thighs, her womanly curves, to say nothing of the soft sweetness of her spirit and her eyes; sometimes he felt afraid to touch her for fear of damaging that quality, until she laughed and, pressing against him, convinced him that sometimes hardness of all kinds could be as comforting as softness.
#04 - Pain
A dead mother... a cruel father more bent on science than the love of his child... a lab filled with terrors and phantom pains... a destiny thrust upon them from before their birth... these were pains they both shared, yet the pain grew less in the sharing.
#05 - Potatoes
The words Never again formed as Sephiroth poked the black and charred remnants of what once might have been fried potatoes, but they disappeared soon after as she giggled and thanked him for trying.
#06 - Rain
She watches as he stands under the rain, his head thrown back and his eyes closed as his cascade of silver hair becomes a literal waterfall down his back, and when she takes his face in her hands, she does not question the warmth of the water on his cheeks.
#07 - Chocolate
She had always rather liked chocolate, and after a slow afternoon of melting a fine bar of it over the warm firm skin of his chest and having it licked off hungrily, he had to admit that he liked it too.
#08 - Happiness
Sephiroth did not deserve to be happy, did not deserve to sit on a grassy hill with a pitcher of cold lemonade and a sandwich and watch while she chased butterflies, did not deserve to smile as she laughed like a child, reaching out to cup the fluttering insects in her hands, did not deserve to reach out for her and feel her come happily into his arms; he did not deserve any of this, yet he was selfish enough to take it when offered.
#09 - Telephone
Sephiroth was never polite with Haruka when he picked up the phone, was always cold and abrupt and handed the phone to Hotaru as if it were a ticking time bomb, which judging by the onesided yelling and, occasionally, the tears she shed afterwards, it probably was.
#10 - Ears
His ears were framed by silver hair cascading down on either side, covering his face and head, and when she bent close to whisper a request into those ears, to ask him to take out the garbage or make dinner or come to bed, she couldn't see the smile that crossed his face.
#11 - Name
Let the others call her Messiah of Silence, Sailor Saturn, Hotaru Tomoe; to him, she was always Firefly, his light in the dark.
#12 - Sensual
Hotaru was never allowed to forget the sensual perfection of Sephiroth's body, of his hard sculpted chest, his muscled arms, his heated skin; what always surprised her was how he, with a single caress and a breath, could awaken her own slender, pale form as some wonderous new playground of sensation.
#13 - Death
Death, to him, had once been filled with pain and dirt and unidentifiable organs spilling out over his blade, over his hands, filling his ears with screams and staining his gloves red; only with her had he learned he learned that death could be as graceful and beautiful as a dance, a few ribbons, and a twirling bladed staff.
#14 - Sex
Only as the clothes slowly, torturously came off could their masks of warrior calm come off as well, laid gently to one side as they embraced, entwined and naked in every single conceivable way.
#15 - Touch
In public, their touches were rare but comfortable, without flourish or comment or anything to betray their cold reserves; but in the privacy of their bedchambers, their touches were trembling, worshipping, disbelieving and adoring, asking again and again if they were worthy for this second chance, answering again and again that they were.
#16 - Weakness
Hotaru's weakness was shown in her pale face, her frail form, her bouts of trembling and inability to breathe and fight, an inability the youma was willing to exploit; Sephiroth's weakness was shown in the fine red mist and ragged guts that the foolish youma left behind.
#17 - Tears
Her tears came often, trailing softly down her cheek, but over time he had learned to differentiate between those of sorrow, which required a silent embrace and a soothing hush, and those of joy, which required much the same approach in the end.
#18 - Speed
Before he was able to slam down the flat of Masamune on her unprotected back, she moved again, her lithe form slipping through the air effortlessly to rest the blade of the Silence Glaive against his neck with a giggle of victory.
#19 - Wind
The wind whips through his hair and causes it to stream out like a banner, a banner that Hotaru can easily envision SOLDIERs following into battle and gladly dying for.
#20 - Freedom
"I am destined to bring the glaive down," she said, "and destroy the world," and Sephiroth cannot help but wonder if, once that mission is accomplished, she will be free to leave that glaive behind.
#21 - Life
When he told her his dreams of becoming a god of destruction, her response was simple: Anyone can destroy life, but to create it... that is truly godlike power.
#22 - Jealousy
She envied Rei for her long lustrous hair, Ami for her cute face, Minako for her unstoppable cheer, Makoto for the impressive curves of her body... Haruka for her stamina, Michiru for her elegance, Setsuna for her reserve... and most of all, Usagi for her purity... but listening to Sephiroth mock them dryly made her almost believe that the perfection of the other Senshi was highly overrated and that tainted spirit and frail body could be OK sometimes.
#23 - Hands
His hands have many callouses worn from years training with Masamune, and yet Hotaru cannot imagine anything softer, warmer or gentler than the worshipping touches he trails over her naked skin.
#24 - Taste
Sephiroth's skin tastes smoky, like something smoked in the finest wood stove, and Hotaru enjoys indulging in it as his clothes come off; many hours later, as she lies sated, she runs her tongue over her lips and discovers other pleasant tastes.
#25 - Devotion
He knelt before her, a warrior to her princess, his eyes swearing fealty as ferocious as his fighting skill; she smiled shyly and beckoned him to stand, begged him not to humble himself before her, and in doing so reaffirmed again why he was so willing to do so.
#26 - Forever
Ichigo ichie is the mantra is the Japanese tea ceremony, she explained to him, a once in a lifetime moment never to be repeated or recaptured, yet both of them know as she hands him the chawan and his fingers brush against hers that the eternity of Crystal Tokyo will be filled with many moments like this.
#27 - Blood
His blood glows slightly, a side effect from his Mako treatments he explained once... yet the way he looks at it sometimes makes her feel that he fears something greater that mere Mako in his blood, in his flesh; perhaps that is why he is so adamant about her taking proper precautions as far as contraceptives go.
#28 - Sickness
Jenova still lives within him and makes her claim clear, mottled green markings breaking out over his flesh and torturing him with nausea and agony; only the soft glow of Hotaru's healing touch can drive the disease away, though the insufficiency of Usagi's much more powerful healing crystal indicates that the healing magic has much less to do with efficacy than the identity of the woman holding his hand.
#29 - Melody
She sings a wordless melody, a haunting noise that echoes through the night, her "la la la" making him shiver for reasons he can't fully explain.
#30 - Star
They lay beneath the stars on that first night, both staring at the same shining point of light as they lay in each other's arms talking quietly, both unwilling to look each other in the eye and reveal the depths of feeling resting there, or the wet brightness of the stars shining in their eyes.
#31 - Home
His last home had been a parody of the notion, a stark white room in ShinRa HQ bereft of any personal effects; since then he had been a wanderer, and it was only until she asked him to stay with her that he had any real notion of what a home really was, of how a warm down comforter and a photograph on an antique table could mean something.
#32 - Confusion
When she woke alone in her bed in the middle of the night, she didn't know where she was or what had happened, thought that it was 6 years ago and Chibi Usa had just left for the future and the Senshi were too busy comforting Usagi to notice how utterly alone she was, and she was the only one in the universe who knew what it was to be a god of death... then the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened, and reality came flooding back in a welcome rush.
#33 - Fear
Hotaru was scared to think what would become of her if she ever lost Sephiroth; Sephiroth, on the other hand, only feared what he would once more become if he lost her.
#34 - Lightning/Thunder
Hotaru jerked and winced at the loud clap of thunder, whimpering softly at the light and the sound; it was a tribute to Sephiroth's devotion that he said nothing about her irrational fear but merely wrapped his arm around her soothingly.
#35 - Bonds
He had no diamond to give her, but the silken feel of a lock of his silver hair wrapped around her ring finger made the thread that bound them that much tighter, made of iron links and silver strands.
#36 - Market
"Firefly, that figurine is completely impractical, it's overpriced, we can find a better one at the next vendor, and it's quite frankly hideous... don't look at me like that, do NOT give me those eyes... *sigh* damn you, you bitch, how much is it?"
#37 - Technology
The remote control was truly the pinnacle of modern technology, Sephiroth decided as Hotaru snuggled beside him in their bed and introduced him to the joy of Saturday morning cartoons.
#38 - Gift
The roses are such a totally banal present and given with such befuddlement and murmured excuses about how Midgar had no such thing as Valentine's Day, that one would have been taken aback by the sudden tackling hug and power-snuggle she bestowed upon him.
#39 - Smile
They are gifts that they give to each other when no one is watching: Hotaru's is soft, shy, almost disbelieving of her own happiness, while Sephiroth's is quiet, handsome, and rarer than the most precious stones.
#40 - Innocence
Sephiroth had never had the luxury of innocence, even from his childhood, his conception in a test tube; yet, watching her slide off mask after dark mask of Saturn to reveal the unspoiled purity of Hotaru underneath made him wonder... if he took off enough of his masks of coldness and warrior calm, what would he find underneath it all?
#41 - Completion
He slid inside her perfectly, as if she had been made to fit him and he to fit her... and as Sephiroth made love to her, felt the bliss of their union and savored the sensation of her melding with him on all levels, he knew that at last he had found his other wing.
#42 - Clouds
Clouds had, for a while, evoked rather bad memories in Sephiroth, and as such he could not even bring himself to join Hotaru in her occasional comments on this cloud or that... yet, just once, while she lay on the grass and identified clouds as being sheep or cars or even her compatriots, he ponders the odd twists of fate that led him to be reborn here, to have a second chance, and thinks that he owes Cloud Strife a debt of gratitude.
#43 - Sky
"I never thought I could enjoy lying on the grass and watching the blue sky for hours... it used to seem like such a waste of time...until I met you."
#44 - Heaven
Heaven, she decided, was here... in the warm morning sunlight, silk sheets wrapped around her, with her silver haired angel poised above her, smiling in a way that welcomed her to blissful waking.
#45 - Hell
Hell, she decided, was here... under the bloodred clouds of destruction, covered with the filth and ash of battle, trying to wake him gently, trying not to see how his silver hair was matted with glowing Mako blood.
#46 - Sun
She never tanned, she burned, turned lobster red and endured a week of agony as she peeled; she supposed that's why Sephiroth always looked stern and disapproving when she suggested they spend some time in the sun, though she never quite had the courage to tell him that his gentle application of aloe lotion on her skin somehow made the whole ordeal almost worthwhile.
#47 - Moon
They made a beautiful sight, unbeknownst to either... the moonlight illuminated and gilded them as they knelt on the bed, making them glow with an almost elven light that matched perfectly with her white skin and his silver hair.
#48 - Waves
He had never visited the sea when he was a child, so she decided it was high time she showed him the joys of playing in the waves; later, as he expressed his gratitude, she lay back on the sand and let a different sort of wave wash over her.
#49 - Hair
She is in love with his silver hair - brushing it, braiding it, watching it gleam in the moonlight, running her fingers through it, feeling it cascade over her body like fine silk - and she lets him know in a mockingly grave tone that, if he ever wishes to end the relationship, all he need do is shave his head.
#50 - Supernova
She watches calmly as his hands make the motions, creating the vision of a galaxy within the training hall before letting a comet shatter through the rings of her Senshi namesake and crash into the sun; she watches the sun engulf him and explode in powerful force, and yet she knows that he prefers watching her own quiet simulation of the galaxy, without comets and destroyed planets and supernovas.
Many thanks to prior commenters galerian_ash, amandaw, lightbulby, the_dw and sleeplessshadow; all feedback makes me feel fuzzy and warm. ^_^ I'm just glad I've "converted" a few people to this odd but infectious pairing. If anyone finds any good Sephiroth/Hotaru fanfiction to share (as far as I know, The Enemy Within is the only one out there, plus the fic that's been languishing on my hard drive forever), please let me know. ^_^
Thanks all!