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Hit This City	By : cnakitny Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 7107 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Hit This City
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ranma 1/2!

A/N: I've decided to go for the Ranma/Ranma-chan to distinguish boy from girl.

Chapter 2

Ranma-chan blinked into the light, feeling like she could sleep for another full day. But instincts died hard, so she propped herself up on her elbows and check her surroundings. She remembered being in a bed for the first time in ages, but before that...

Akane Tendo. The girl she saved had decided to thank her by letting her sleep at her apartment.

Ranma-chan plopped back down and buried herself beneath the covers. No danger here aside from Akane finding out that she was actually a boy. As much as she hated staying in her female form, she didn't resent Akane for being stuck in it for now. The opposite, actually. She didn't even want to think about the girls reaction to the news that she was really a he.

Akane came out of her bedroom in the same shorts and t-shirt as the night before. Ranma-chan saw the shirt and blushed. No, she definitely couldn't tell her.

Akane smiled at the girl peeking out from under the covers, "You don't have to get up. I just came to get some breakfast." Akane walked around the futon to enter the kitchen, and from the other room she asked, "Do you want anything yet? I have cereal and toaster waffles... and possibly some oatmeal somewhere in the pantry... or maybe some white rice if you're in the mood for something traditional."

"Waffles," Ranma-chan said loud enough for Akane to hear without coming out from under the blankets. How was she going to get herself out of this mess? Her only option was to leave before upsetting the girl the truth... but she really didn't want to. She told herself to get over it, that just because she had the body of a girl didn't mean she could act like one, but her body was physically resisting moving from the spot. Akane came back into view two minutes later with two plates and set them down on the kotatsu.

"Come eat," she said, returning to the kitchen again for glasses. Orange juice and milk were on the table.



Ranma-chan crawled over to the table. Akane seemed to have maintained her positive attitude through the night, she noted, and began to shove bits of waffles down her throat.

"Well, I'm free until the afternoon, so what do you want to do today? You can sleep some more, if you'd like," Akane said, sensing the girl's tension rise.

"Actually, I don't think I should-"



"Oh, and I have good news. I thought of a job for you, if you want it. It involves martial arts."



Akane saw the girl perk up a bit, "Really? Teaching or something?" she asked.



"No, as a body guard. See, I work at this club and we're in dire need of security help. The way I figure it, you're as strong as two full grown men, why not bring you in and pay you the salary for both jobs?"



"A body guard? That doesn't sound too bad. Would there be a lot of action?"



"Hopefully not," Akane said with a chuckle, "But it'd be a good opportunity for you to get off the streets, if you wanted to, I mean."



"Well of course I want to, but it ain't that easy-"

"It is that easy. And you can stay with me until your first check comes in. No one has to know who you really are," Akane said with sympathetic eyes, "We just need a strong, able bodied person to fill the position, and I think you'd be perfect. And you'd be making more money than you'd know what to do with."

"That... sounds great, but..." But you're supposed to be getting away from her. There's no way you can go on like this. Tell her the truth! "But there's still one thing. You know that thing I talked about last night? The curse? Well, it's real, really real, and I think you should know about it up front before you decide to let me stay with you," she said.

"Ok," Akane said, sounding skeptical. Just then, her phone rang. It was work.

"This early? That can't be good," she mumbled to herself and stood up, "Hold that thought for one second, ok?" she said, and walked to her bedroom.

"Hello?" she asked into the receiver.

"Akane? It's Soun."

"How's Ukyo?"

"Bruised, but making a full recovery. She's going to be out of commission for the next few weeks."



"If she wants to come back at all," Akane pointed out with hope.

"You'd better hope she does, for your sake."

"What do you mean, for my sake? I was the only one there that did their job last night. If it wasn't for me, who knows what kind of condition she'd be in!"

The line was silent, but after a moment, Soun's tearful voice waivered through from the other end, "I know, Akane, but I don't know what to do. Endo won't pay my black mail proposal and to get the police involved would be more trouble than it's worth."

"Not if it puts the guy behind bars."

"I don't want my customers to think they'll end up in jail as a result of coming to my business. The brothel industry is still on thin ice and has a lot of pending legislation. One police investigation could scare away my entire client base."

"I know, but... I don't want him to get away with it."

"Me neither. That's where you come in."

"What do you mean?" Akane asked.

"He's scared shitless of you. I'm pretty sure if you asked in person, he'd hand over a blank check."



"Isn't that illegal?"



"Fracturing a woman's jaw is illegal. Scaring someone into paying you is gangster."



"Oh, I never thought about it like that before," Akane said, thick with sarcasm.



"I'm serious, Akane. I want this money."



Akane sighed and plopped back on her bed, "How much are we talking?"

"Thirty grand, give or take."

"That's less than I thought. How much of that will Ukyo see?"



"Ten."

"She made ten in one night last Christmas. She deserves at least twenty."

"That was a holiday. On average, she makes about two grand a night."

"That's still not enough to support her while she's out of commission. And that's not taking damages on her part into account."

Akane could hear the gears grinding in Soun's head and wished she had Nibiki's skills for extorting money out of the man.

"You run a hard bargain, my flower. How about this: Fifteen thousand with all her expenses paid for a month."

A month might have been enough time to get her thinking about a new way of life, but fifteen thousand didn't buy her a lot of leeway.

But Ukyo's got a lot of money saved, Akane thought.



"Ok," she said, "What do I do?"



"Go to see him in the hospital sometime today. I don't think you'll have to get rough with him. You nearly killed him last night. That's not something a person forgets about very quickly."

Akane considered it. Was she willing to beat up a guy for money? Well... that guy? Her mind answered quickly with a resounding Hell yes.



"Thanks, by the way, for stopping me. Even if your motives were selfish," she said.



"For you, my sweet, any time."



"Oh, before I forget, I've got someone to replace the old grunts."



"So do I. In fact, I want him to be your assistant."



"What?" she groaned, "I don't need an assistant. The opposite, really. I need less people getting in the way."



"Not to worry, he is utterly professional. I'm sure you'll get along with him. Even I find him... amusing."



"But listen to me, I really do have someone who needs to be on our your employ. A beautiful young girl, strong and capable enough to do the work of two regular bouncers."



"Ooo, another pretty little savage, is it? And how do you know she can handle the job?"



"She intervened on a situation for me last night, let's leave it at that."



"Then I'm excited to meet her. Bring her in with you tonight."



"Great. I'll be there."



"My heart awa-" Akane hung up and skipped back into the next room. Ranma-chan looked up at her with wide eyes.



"Great news! My boss wants to meet you!" she bounced back over to her waffles and ate with relish, speaking in between bites, "There's just one thing you need to know though. The job's at Soun's Erotic Euphoria."



"Isn't that that big neon castle?" Ranma-chan asked.



"Yep," Akane said, not skipping a beat.



"Isn't that a... a... well, one of those places where..."



"A house of ill repute?" Akane suggested.



"Yes!"



"Yep!"



"You work there?" Ranma-chan choked, her eyes bugging out of her head.



"Yes, silly, but as a body guard, not a prostitute. It's not the nicest of places, but it's actually better than a lot of the bars around here. Believe me, I know," Akane said.



"But, but then... do you see...?"



"Sometimes," Akane admitted, "When you think one of the girls might be in danger and you have to intervene, but that's only in emergency situations. Most of the time you just stand around and shoot menacing glares at the customers."



"That doesn't sound too bad..." Ranma-chan admitted.



"Right? So how 'bout it? Come to work with me?" Akane said, batting her eyelashes.



"I... well, alright, but first I have to tell you something."



"That's right. I keep interrupting. Alright, go ahead." Akane sat quietly on the other side of the table, even setting down her fork.



Ranma-chan took a deep breath, "I'm... a boy!" she said with more force than she'd meant to use.



Akane blinked at her, "What?"



"I'm a boy," Ranma-chan said firmly, staring down at the table.



"R-really? But you have..." Akane indicated toward Ranma's chest.



"I know. It's part of the curse I was talking about," Ranma-chan said, daring to look up and meet Akane's eyes. She looked confused, but the shock and outrage Ranma expected wasn't there.



"So you... like to dress as a woman? Are you gay?"



"No!" Ranma-chan said, nearly falling over.



"I-it's ok! I'm comfortable with alternative lifestyles-"



"This isn't a life style! It's a curse! Come with me," Ranma-chan said and dragged Akane by the hand into the bathroom. She unbuttoned her pajama top and threw it to the side. Akane was met with quite large breasts sitting on top of tiny, pinched waist. With her shirt gone, there was no doubt about it, Akane was looking a figure that was pure woman.



"It's ok," Akane babbled, "You don't have to prove anything to me."



"Just watch," Ranma-chan said, and filled a bucket with hot water from the tap. The little girl held it above her head.



"Now look carefully Akane," she said, and poured the water over her head.



It was hard to figure out what she was seeing. It was like Ranma-chan had disappeared and been replaced with this big... muscley... boy. Akane fell back against the bathroom door.



"W-who are you?" she asked.



"It's me," he answered, his tone sad, "Ranma."



"It can't be," Akane said, staring at this new person with shameless intensity. Sure, there were a few similarities; the long pigtail that was black instead of red, and maybe something around the eyes, but there was no doubt in her mind that this was a totally different person.



"How?" She asked. The boy sat down on the edge of the tub.



"I told you, I was cursed. When I was traveling in China with my old man, he took me to these legendary training grounds. We were sparring over top these ponds and I fell into one. The next thing I know, I've got the body of a girl half the time."



Akane shook her head, "I-I don't know what to say."



"You don't have to say anything," he said, ringing out his braid, "Just get me my clothes and I'll be out of your hair."



Akane walked out of the bathroom, still not really sure what was happening, but picking up the girls clothes the laundry room floor. She hadn't had a chance to wash them yet and they still stunk to high heaven. Ranma appeared behind her in the doorway.



Akane looked down at the clothes in her hands.



"But..." she said, "But you're still her? You're still her, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm her," he answered.

"Let me see," she demanded, turning around.

"What?"



"Let me see," she said, placing a hand on his naked chest and backing him back into the kitchen. He jumped back before she could push him any farther.

"You want to see my girl half?" he asked, scratching his chest where she'd touched him.

"Yes, can you bring her back?"

"Sure..." he said, and turned on the sink. He grabbed a cup from the drying rack and filled it with cold water. Looking at Akane, he splashed it on his chest. And there she was again.



"Oh my God," Akane said and grabbed the girl by her shoulders, "It's you!"



"Of course it's me, dummy. That's what I just got done explaining!"



"Oh my God," she said again. Ranma-chan placed a steadying hand on her shoulder.



"So do you believe me now?" she asked.



"Yes, well, yes, I suppose I have to!" Akane said, leaning against the counter and staring at the ground with wide eyes.



"Great, well I'm gonna..." Ranma-chan waved at the sink and ran the tap to hot. She filled her cup and was about to splash herself when Akane stopped her.



"Wait! So, which one are you?" she asked.



"I told you, I'm a boy. This is body is just a curse."



"You're a boy..." Akane repeated.



"Yeah, and I know you didn't sign up for no boy to live here, so I'm just gonna change back and go."



"Go?" Akane asked, "But, you don't have to go... I got you a job and everything..."



Ranma-chan stayed silent and looked at her.



"I mean, this is a surprise, but... you're still the same person, I mean, I guess you are. Aren't you?"



"Yes..." Ranma-chan replied. She was watching Akane, who was staring off into space.



"Then it's settled," she said finally, walking past Ranma-chan into the living room. "I have to get dressed. I have an errand to run, but stick around because tonight I'm going to introduce you to my boss. Do you need anything?" she asked over her shoulder. Ranma-chan stumbled behind her, following her up the hall.



"Uh, no, I mean-"



"Ok then. Why don't you do your laundry? Do you know how?"



"Yes, but-"



"Good! I'll be out in a second," she said, and shut her bedroom door.



Akane walked to her closet, pulled out some dark blue jeans, a white shirt, and her favorite jacket, a fitted khaki trench coat that reminded her of old gangster movies and dressed. Her mind was full, but inactive, like a book with the important pages torn out. When she came back out of her room, Ranma-chan was still standing in the hallway looking uneasy.



"Are you just going to walk around shirtless all morning? I mean, geeze Ranma. You may not be a girl, but you could at least have some feminine modesty," Akane said, feeling a thrill run through her when she said her, or should she say his, name.



Ranma-chan colored, "Feminine modesty? I'm not the one who- who- Well, what would a tomboy like you know about feminine modesty anyway?" she said, and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.



"Tomboy?" Akane stood motionless in the hallway as Ranma's words sunk in, "You... you're calling me a tomboy?" Akane yelled at the top of her lungs. The water was running in the bathroom.



"You better just stay in there 'til I get back," she ordered from the other side of the door. There was no response.



You take in a stranger off the streets and this is how you get treated. Honestly, Akane thought as she shoved her shoes on and flew out of the apartment, slamming the front door for good measure. Her irritation dissolved as she stood in the elevator, staring at her reflection.

What have I gotten myself into?



Meanwhile, Ranma was soaking with a vengeance, flexing his muscles and enjoying the feeling of his male body for the first time in a month while he pondered what to do next.

Despite her anger when she left, Akane seemed serious when she said she'd let him stay. Although he couldn't begin to understand her reasoning when confronted with his circumstances, he realized he now had options. He could stay. Sleep in a bed. Eat regular meals. And well, ok, the job was still a little weird, but if girl could do it, there was no way that he couldn't handle it. With a sigh, he got out of the tub, wrapped a towel around his waist and did his laundry while watching T.V. and eating popsicles from Akane's freezer. A space heater beside the couch kept him feeling nice and comfortable and he hadn't watched T.V. in so long that he lost track of time. He wasn't prepared when Akane burst back through the front door, her arms full of bags.



"Ranma! I..." her sentence died in her mouth



"What are you looking at, perv?" he demanded.



"Me? You're naked on my couch!"



"I'm doing laundry! And I'm not naked!"



"Here! I brought you these," she said, tossing a bag in his lap and briskly walking to her bedroom with the rest of her purchases.



"What's this?" she heard him ask.



"Clothes," she said, bouncing back into the living room, her excitement renewed for some reason that Ranma didn't understand.



"Go ahead, look," Akane urged.



Ranma peeked into the bag and pulled out a pleated jean skirt.



"Um, are these for-"



"They're for you!"



Ranma rifled through the bag, pulling out clothes and discarding them until he hit the bottom.



"These are girls clothes," he said, more perplexed than anything else.



"I know. Aren't they cute? Now you have some clothes that fit you."



"What about these clothes fit me? I told you, I'm a boy!"



"Not all the time," Akane said, picking up a short, casual black dress. "Oo, try this one on! I tried to get you mostly dresses and skirts since I wasn't sure what your exact size is."



"I ain't wear'en no dress!" Ranma said, hopping out of his seat, holding on to his towel.



"But..."



"No buts about it! I may be a girl sometimes, but I never dress like one! And besides, what would happen if I changed back in somethin' like that?"



"I just thought... you might..." Akane said, ducking her head.



"Well you thought wrong... hey, what're you-"



Akane raised her head, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. The last few days had been tough on her. Her friend got hurt, she almost killed a guy, she took in a homeless girl who was somehow, magically, a boy, and earlier that day she made a grown man cry in fear of his life while she extorted fifty thousand dollars from him. To cleanse her spirit she decided to try and do something nice, but it blew up in her face.



"Just forget it," she said, fleeing to her room.



"Hey, wait. Don't cry or nothing," he said, catching her shoulder as she ran down the hall.



"Just leave me alone you jerk!" she said, grabbing his arm and flipping him over her shoulder with her hips, landing him hard on his back in the middle of the hall. She hopped over his prone form, not noticing his towel fluttering in the wind.



Ranma laid there for a moment, then decided to take his clothes out of the dryer. When he'd put them on, he was back at her door.



"Akane? Akane, open up," he pled to the door. No answer.



"Please, Akane? I'm sorry about the clothes. It's just, when I didn't have anywhere to go, I was stuck as a girl all the time, you know? I just didn't want to be like that again. I'll try on the clothes, ok?"



There was a thump by the door and then it opened a crack. Akane was looking up from the floor.



"It's ok. You don't have to. We can take them back and get some clothes you can wear as a boy."



"You don't have to do that-"



"No, it's fine," she said, sniffling then pulling herself up by the doorknob, "I'm sorry I got so upset. I've just had a bad couple of days, you know? Oh, and um, sorry I threw you."



"Oh, haha, it's ok. You're stronger than you look, you know?" he said.



"Yeah," she said, and sighed. They walked back to the living room.



"I guess I was in denial," she said, picking the clothes up from the couch and putting them back in the bag, "I just didn't want that girl to disappear."



"She didn't. She was me. She still is me. And believe me, you'll be seeing her more than you think."



"Really?" Akane looked up, hopeful.



"Really. It seems like I can't go a day without getting wet now. It's probably part of the curse," he added, thoughtfully.

"Well, then maybe I'll keep some of these. I mean, I told Soun that I'd be bringing a girl body guard."

"You did what?!"

"Don't worry. I'll just explain it when we get there. In the meantime, let's get you some more clothes," she said.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?"



"Well..." Akane said, eyeing his worn red shirt and baggy black pants. His shoes were probably even worse. "Just for between laundry times. Since you don't wanna be a girl, we can't always have you walking around half naked."



Ranma reluctantly consented, and they decided to go back out before they left for Soun's that evening.



"What were those other bags you were carrying?" he asked as she locked the door behind them.



"Just a few things I bought for myself," she said, hiding her blush behind her hair. So what if she wanted some girly clothes for herself? She wasn't a tomboy all the time.



They got a few stares as they walked side by side down the side walk in the ritzier part of town, but Akane was relieved to see Ranma didn't seem to notice at all, even when they walked into one of the larger department stores and the sales staff eyed them with the intensity of a nuclear scientist dismantling a bomb.



People are so rude, Akane thought as Ranma fidgeted around the clothes.



"Are you sure you want to shop here? These clothes are kind of-"



"Don't worry about it. I just want your clothes to be comfortable, that's all. Ooo, feel this sweater. It's so soft!" Akane said, adding to a growing pile on her arm. At some point, a sales person came to help her and asked if she could get a dressing room prepared. Akane assented coldly and passed the clothes off to the woman.



"Are you sure about this, Akane?" Ranma asked as he bounced along behind her on the way to the dressing room, "These clothes- they aren't really my style, I mean- they're too nice for me. I'll just mess 'em up, you know, doing martial arts and stuff."



"There are martial arts clothes and there are everyday clothes. Guess which ones we're buying today," Akane said, physically shoving him into the dressing room while the sales staff looked on.



"But you never know-" Ranma began as Akane shut the door in his face.



"Just try some stuff on already!" she said and plopped down into one of the soft chairs in the waiting room.



"I don't know about this," he said a minute later, peeking out from a crack in the door.



"Come out, come out," Akane said, excited again. With a pang, she realized it had been a long time since she'd gone shopping with anyone.



Ranma stepped out, wearing the first thing Akane picked out in the store, a dark blue sweater with black diamond patterns on the front, and a pair of dark wash jeans.



"You look great," Akane exclaimed and meaning it.



"Really?" Ranma asked uncertainly, "I never really wear these kinds of clothes..."



"Well you should. You look good in them," Akane said again without thinking, realizing for the first time, maybe belatedly, that the male Ranma was actually kind of good looking.



She watched him take in his own form in the mirror, his cobalt blue eyes (that she just noticed) looking uncertainly back and forth between his reflection and hers. Trying to brush off her newly acquired shyness, she walked over to him.



"How do the jeans fit?" she asked.



"Alright, I guess. Kind of tight," he said.



"They're about the right length," Akane said, sticking a finger into his pants at the waist line, "They could be a bit looser." Ignoring Ranma's blushing protests, she ordered the next size up from the sales woman, then turned her attention back to Ranma.



"Let's try on something else while we wait!" She said, manhandling him back into the dressing room.



"What is this lets?" he said, as the door closed, but he was back out shortly, in just a black cotton shirt and the same jeans.



"How about a jacket too?" Akane said, walking into the dressing room and picking out a cashmere pea coat.



Grumbling, Ranma consented. Akane helped him into the coat and turned him around to button it.



"You look so nice!" she giggled to herself.



Ranma said nothing and stared up at the ceiling.



"Let's get you a scarf and some gloves while we're at it! Ooo, and see if you like the way those fit better," Akane said as the sales person entered the room just as she wandered off to find a matching scarf.



In the end, Akane ended up buying two jackets, two sweaters, three tee-shirts, two pairs of jeans, two scarves, a beanie, and a pair of black slacks, along with a few sets of socks and boxer shorts. Akane tried to keep Ranma from the register while she was paying, but he refused to move from her side once they were in line. When he heard the total, he literally screamed. Thankfully there were only a few people in the store.



"Are you kidding me! Akane, there's no way you can spend this much!" he said as Akane was already handing her card to the cashier, who was barely holding back a smile.



Akane ignored his protests, right down to the time they were leaving the store when she said, "Stop that. We still have to get you some shoes."

They repeated the same show at the shoe store, but in less time. Ranma tried on a few pairs and they bought what was comfortable; a pair of plain black tennis shoes and a pair of fancier, black alligator dress shoes that Akane insisted on. Ranma refused to speak to her on the way home.

"Really, Ranma?" she chided, "You needed clothes. It's no big deal."

"It is a big deal. I swear I'll pay you back, even if it takes my entire life," he insisted for the tenth time since they started on their way back.

Rolling her eyes, Akane finally said, "Ranma, you'll have earned that much by your first pay check."

"What?!" Ranma shouted again, causing people on the street to stare at them. Akane pulled him along by the arm.

"You heard me. What? Did you think I was putting myself into the poor house buying all these nice clothes?"



Ranma said nothing more, staring out into space as they walked. By the time they reached the lobby of Akane's building, he exclaimed, "Money! I'm going to have a lot of money!"



Akane smiled awkwardly at the door man, who was staring kindly at the couple.



"Um, this is Ranma-chan's twin brother, um..."



"Money!" Ranma said again, this time as a reverent whisper.



Akane ushered him into the elevator and waited for the doors to close before she spoke.



"I know. Money. But you have to go to work first, so change into some of your new clothes when we get home, ok?"



Ranma did so mechanically, dropping his pants before Akane was even fully out of the room.



Akane suppressed a giggle and closed her door, and began to change as well. She had a few of her work costumes at home, but decided she'd rather try to match Ranma's shiny new clothes with a few of her own, and maybe put on a little make up while she was at it.



Ranma was still staring in space when she came into the living room in her new outfit. It seemed as though he dressed without looking, wearing a outfit they hadn't put together at the store with gloves and even a scarf thrown around his neck.



"Ranma?" Akane asked.



"Huh," he said, his eyes focusing.



"Are you going to be ok? Going to my work...?"



"Of course," he said, some of his old confidence back. He looked down at her outfit. "Why'd you change?"



She self-consciously smoothed her skirt-top-and-leggings ensemble. "Gotta look nice for the job," she lied.



"We're awfully dressed up for body guards," Ranma said, suspicion back in his voice.



"Don't you want to make a good first impression?" she asked as she passed him on the way to the door. Ranma remained silent as she talked to herself, "What am I forgetting...?"



She lingered at the door, but when nothing came to mind, they left, locking the door behind them.



"I've got to get a set of keys made for you," Akane said absently, shoving her keys in the pockets of her coat as they boarded the elevator.

By the front door of the building, the door man hailed them a cab and they climbed in.

"So what's it like?" Ranma asked. Since they told the driver their destination, he couldn't stop looking at the couple in the rear view mirror. Akane smiled and tried to put Ranma at ease.

"Well, it's a lot like a fancy hotel. There's a restaurant and a bar and bunch of different floors with people coming and going all the time. To start with, I'm going to teach you all about the security wing and all the devices and stuff. I think you'll really like it," she said. She looked so hopeful that Ranma couldn't do anything but smile in return, however uneasily. Akane stared out the window and hoped that no one went out of their way to make things awkward for him.

A/N: Hi hi! No, this fic is not dead! Chapter 3 is like, four or five pages away from completion as I type this. I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank my SUPER nice reviewers! To be honest, even though I was all jazzy like, "Oo, blah, I want input from my readers," I was secretly SCARED TO DEATH of what people would say. I couldn't even bring myself to read the reviews at first (for reals.) So to all my reviewers, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. Not just for reviewing, but for making such intelligent, thoughtful reviews at that. It's nice to see that we're all generally on the same wavelength XD And I've made some corrections to Chapter 1 too, so let's just hope the formatting turns out alright (I'm always worried my stuff is going to inexplicably mess up and I'll be unable to fix it, lol. A strange fear.) See ya!
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