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RUMBLE!
33
a BIG problem
The world stopped rotating for a moment in time. Six nakama stood at the top of the steps and fought their individual needs to gag, cry, scream, or freeze up.
The gang had burst out of the galley to look for their captain, and were shocked and sickened to immediately find him lying full-sized in and naked, covered in wounds, and pale as death near the foot of the stairs.
Then the world made up for lost time by suddenly rushing forward twice as fast as normal.
By jumping over the railing, Chopper reached the captain’s side first with Zoro right behind him.
The surprise at finding him at normal height was pushed aside by all of them out of necessity, and Chopper, who could finally really help his captain, checked his pulse. A furrow of uncertainty came to his brow.
“He’s not breathing,” he shouted to those who had pulled themselves together. “The weather’s too bad for me to help him out here. We have to get him inside, now!”
Instantly moving to fulfill the doctor’s commands, Zoro scooped the boy into his arms, and then froze when he saw what he'd left behind.
“Holy shit!” Sanji declared again upon seeing all the diluted blood running across the deck beneath them. “What the fuck happened?!”
“INSIDE!” Chopper demanded. And Zoro rushed up the stairs into the galley needing no further urging.
An instant later Zoro was laying Luffy down on the floor, and Robin came running in with blankets from the storage room that she’d had to reopen.
Chopper was back at the pale boy’s side while Robin covered his lower half
“It doesn’t look like he’s bleeding anymore,” Nami input.
“That’s because his heart’s stopped,” Chopper informed as he cued Zoro to get beside Luffy’s head.
Zoro was on auto pilot, unaware of what he was doing. He was the lucky type whose body took over when his mind shut down. It was a defense mechanism, and Zoro would later recount the whole affair as a series of non-sequential blurred images that would make him feel sick to his stomach.
Working together, the pair got shallow breathing going again, and Chopper was instantly on to the next step.
“I’ve got a pulse, but it’s faint. I need to work fast so he doesn’t bleed out.”
“Doesn’t the fact that his heart stopped once mean that he’s already almost bled out?” Robin asked.
Chopper answered distractedly, half talking to himself. “No. That was the shock of getting big again. It stopped his heart. But he wasn’t without air for more than a couple minutes at most, I can tell by his coloring. That preserved him for those couple minutes, and may yet have saved his life. If he has no pulse, he can’t bleed out.”
As he spoke, he beckoned Nami to get down beside him and directed her to get bandages and sewing materials ready. “He has two really deep wounds in his hip and side. Those are what I’m worried about right now.”
“How do we do this?” Zoro asked voicelessly.
Chopper was busy scrutinizing one major wound while keeping pressure on another when he answered, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to participate, Zoro.”
Zoro looked at him, in a daze. “What? I can do it. I need to do something.”
Chopper ignored him and Sanji threw a kitchen knife into the far wall.
“Fuck no he can’t do it,” the chef all but shouted. “This is all his fault in the first place! How the fuck could you lose him like that?!” he accused, spinning on Zoro.
“Sanji-kun!” Nami shouted at him. Zoro hadn’t reacted at all. “Not now!”
“Why the fuck not?” Sanji continued to blow, no longer caring who got screamed at in his out lashing.
“SHUT UP!”
The unexpected command came from Usopp, of all people, and it grew quiet save for Chopper’s struggles to patch up the higher of the lower of the two bite wounds.
“Just shut up,” the sharpshooter repeated more softly. “Luffy’s dying. Our Luffy. What the hell are you trying to start?”
Sanji glared at the wall and didn’t answer.
Chopper shouted, “If you all can’t be quiet and let me work, then I WILL send you out into that storm. Nami, I need your help over here now.”
At his stern tone, Nami moved to keep pressure on Luffy’s two major wounds while the other people milled about, growing increasingly frightened for their captain.
With Nami’s help and Zoro hovering to lend strength should he need to, Chopper struggled to patch up Luffy’s wounds even as they bled all over his hoofs. It was an emergency patch job the first time around.
“Robin, come down here and see to his arm. Triage preservation right now. I can’t start surgery until I’ve secured most of this bleeding.”
Robin did as she was told, and as she worked Zoro kept his free hand running through Luffy’s hair and spoke encouragingly to him. Between the four of them, they were able to seal up the main wounds and keep Luffy from going into shock again. Blood stained the kitchen floor, slowly creeping along the wooden surface.
When Chopper stated that they had to see his back fast, Zoro maneuvered Luffy with great care. When Chopper let Zoro do it, no one else argued. Luffy made grimaces of pain, but Zoro managed to keep his wounds from reopening and didn’t slip when he saw the boy’s back.
“Oh, fuck,” Sanji whispered. “What happened to him?”
Luffy’s back was badly thrashed. Broken skin criss-crossed and progressed all the way down his back. The skin was frayed, edges feathered and serrated looking. The tears were of various depths and jaggedness, and unstitchable.
“God, he’s been torn to pieces,” Usopp whispered through his tears. “Can you even heal that?”
Chopper eyebrows drew together in regret. “Not completely. I can close the deeper ones because I have to, but they’re not bleeding too badly. They’ll heal on their own in time.” As he spoke, he put his words into action, taping the deeper wounds quickly.
When he was done, he told Zoro to flip him back over. “Now the real surgery,” he said.
The ‘real surgery’ took almost four hours, and during this time it was mostly quiet. The room felt like an empty chapel that no one dared talk in, lest they upset the hallowed, echoing silence.
The faucet dripped. No one noticed it. Sanji got up and began to pace slowly back and forth, second knuckle against his lips, completely lost in thought.
After seventeen minutes of this, he stood still, and without looking away from the floor that was so fascinating he forgot to see it, and said, “Chopper, I need a smoke.”
The others might as well have been deaf to his words.
Chopper never stopped his needle from stitching. “In our room, taped to the back of Zoro’s wardrobe on the inside,” he softly said, forgetting about the storm which no one had noticed was no longer rocking the ship. “Smoke it outside.”
Sanji nodded in a stupor, but it was several more minutes before he took action toward the door.
When it was down to Nami and Chopper working alone in silence aside from Chopper’s softly spoken commands, the others continued to sit quietly, looking in different directions and seeing nothing.
Zoro was the only one that couldn’t look away. He wanted to--he did! But he owed Luffy at least this much. Luffy was in pain, and if this was the closest Zoro could get to going through it with him, then he would.
Sanji came back in several minutes later, cigarette pack in place in his shirt pocket, but smelling of nothing more than rain water.
He sat down on the bench again, and though he stroked his shirt pocket every few seconds, he made no motion to open the still-sealed packet. He just wanted to know they were there.
Robin had moved back after bandaging the arm and simply watched her doctor work. She passed him tools when he indicated for them, but aside from that she was very still.
There was no clock on the wall. It would have been nice to have one, they all reflected as time wore on. The urges to know what time it was, how long had it been, and how much longer it would take had fixed themselves in their minds like intrusive, ugly hedge gnomes.
At long last, Chopper fell back on his hands and let out a tremendous sigh. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’ve done all I can. It’s up to him now.”
The others sagged with relief, smiles crossing their faces.
“He’ll be okay, then,” opined Usopp. “He’s Luffy.”
Nami finished taping off the final bandage over his back and slumped as well.
“They might scar,” Chopper said, indicating Luffy’s back. “He’s lucky he’s made of rubber; he’s thicker than a normal human.”
“That’s not what he’ll think,” Zoro said fondly. He knew that talking about Luffy being okay again would help him get through this.
“Sure he will,” Nami argued, believing the same thing as Zoro.
Zoro shook his head. “No, he’ll laugh and call himself lucky, but inside he’ll be worried about how it will effect his performance.”
“Oh yeah, Seaweed-head?” Sanji said, rocking back and forth at the table. “As if you’ve ever seen Luffy ‘perform’ before.”
Zoro wisely refrained from answering Sanji, but said to Nami, “Scars damage elasticity.”
“…Oh!” she suddenly exclaimed, her own confusion vanishing. “Battle performance.”
“What did you think I meant?!” Zoro bristled.
She threw up her hands and laughed. “Hehe… That was it. Battle performance.. What else would it be? Hehe…he…”
Sanji rolled his eyes. “So what now, doctor?”
Chopper squirmed happily for the first time in days. “I don’t appreciate that you call me ‘doctor’, you damn asshole. Piss off!”
Robin laughed, and a feeling of normalcy settled over the Merry Go again.
“We’ll need to change the bandage on his back every hour at first, and the other bandages every two,” Chopper said after regaining a sense of self. “I’m really worried about infection. If he develops a fever, it’s going to make things more complicated. Do you know how this could have happened? They looked like bite marks in some places, and whatever cut his back up wasn’t a blade. Blades make cleaner cuts.”
“An animal got a hold of him. That much is obvious, isn’t it?” Sanji said.
“I thought that, too,” Nami agreed.
“The rat, then,” Usopp said. “Probably. We should have caught that thing a long time ago. Hell, Luffy’s been terrified about that thing for days. We should have respected that fear more. He doesn’t get scared for no reason.”
“And Luffy would have just let it go at the next island we came to!” Chopper cried, and shook his hoof. “Ooohhh, if I get a hold of it I’m gonna give it a piece of my mind!”
“We’re well past yelling at it, Chopper,” Usopp frowned.
Zoro had fallen quiet, and Robin had fallen into observing him carefully.
Luffy laid still on his back. A futon had been hauled out of the closet, and he was resting on it where everyone could watch him.
Zoro knew he would like that. He liked to be near everybody, and would want to see them all when he woke up. The futon was unbelievably comfortable, not that Luffy could enjoy it, but the knowledge comforted Zoro.
I’m sorry Luffy. I know that doesn’t mean anything, but still. I’m going to take care of you. And I’m not going to do it because this is my fault, or because it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, even when Chopper’s in charge of the ICU. I’m going to do it because I want to. I really want to take care of you. …You’re my… I don’t know what you are, totally… but know that I’m yours. I’m completely yours, Luffy. And I can’t leave your side right now. And I think that… I hope that a part of you still needs me to be here, too.
Robin watched him as he ran his hand through Luffy’s hair, and the way Zoro’s eyes followed the trail his fingers left.
Such unruly hair.
He needs a trim, Zoro thought fondly.
“…side to check on the storm?” someone was saying.
Zoro was pulled back to the reality in which other people were in the room with he and Luffy, too. He felt an immediate sense of displacement, not on his part, but on theirs. Then he remembered that they were supposed to stay here for Luffy, even though the rubber boy certainly wouldn’t wake up that same night, and he couldn’t very well demand that they all leave. Moments ago he’d been glad for their presence, and tried to regain that feeling.
“No, I haven’t, but it feels like the boat has stopped rocking so much,” Nami answered in a careless tone that was out of character for her.
Sanji opened the door and walked out onto the deck, leaving it swinging wide open behind him.
“Close that damn thing! You’re letting all the heat out!” Nami demanded.
“Hai!” Sanji half-sang, a little to emotionally worn out to put on a full ballet number.
Robin passed him on his way in, though. “The clouds are still heavy, but the wind has died down some. We’re going to make good time to the next island. Is the Log Pose steady, Koukaishi-san?”
Nami looked at her wrist, and the others could tell by her half-aware gaze that she was ready to drop. “Yeah… It’s good.” She yawned. “We’re still on course to the next island.”
“It’s hard to believe that it’s only mid-evening. It’s so dark out,” Zoro commented from the floor.
Nami would have shrugged uncaringly, but she didn’t care enough to do even that. She was exhausted. “I would say to drop the anchor and wait for Luffy to get better before traveling,” she mumbled from where her head rested on the table, “but…”
“Yeah,” Sanji agreed, reaching for a smoke for the first time in days. Fuck the quitting. He just needed a couple, Geezus! He wasn’t as strong as Luffy was. He could admit it at this point. They’d both struggled to survive the last week and now they were free! Thank GODS! “We need food! We’re so fucking low on food it’s disgraceful to call this my kitchen. We have no meat at all anymore, and the last island was a bust. If he wakes up and there’s no meat, we’ll have to keep him from knocking himself back out to avoid the suffering,” he exaggerated.
“That,” Zoro added from his place against the wall and beside Luffy. “And also we can’t stop here because we literally can’t stop here. Seakings nest here, remember? It’s probably too deep to drop anchor.” That last damn island had one giant alligator. What’s to say he didn’t have a mate?”
“Yeah…” Usopp said slowly, as if just realizing something. “And you know, most animals don’t stake out territory and protect it unless they feel threatened by something nearby that they need to defend their area from.”
“WAAHAHAAA! You mean there’s more of them?!” Chopper exploded, tears appearing in a wild fashion that can only be described as cartoon-like. They could all see that he was very tired.
“So we sail,” Robin concluded peacefully.
“Then you can do it tonight,” Nami yawned, more than half asleep already. “I don’t think I can.”
“You did good work tonight,” Robin smiled, accepting the Log Pose. “On all fronts.”
Her words seemed to be a trigger for everyone, and Merry itself let out a huge sigh and recognized that the battle was over. The toughest part was won, and if Luffy could just make it through the next critical hours, they would all be able to slow their heart rates for the first time in a week. Providing, of course, that nothing attacked them in the night.
“I’m going to get some pillows,” Robin said, leaving the room.
Zoro nodded after her. Chopper was ready to pass out in his lap, Usopp was a boneless heap that was half-falling off the table, Sanji was smoking up a storm on the balcony, his hands shaking visibly from even inside the galley, and Zoro knew he wasn’t in better shape.
They were a wreck. Zoro knew he would be the only one able to stay awake all night. But he also knew that Luffy would be the only one able to sleep through the next full ten hours. Despite exhaustion, the others would wake up automatically at different intervals--Sanji would wake every three hours because he always did, and Chopper would wake up every one and a half to persistently check on Luffy, so drowsy that he wouldn’t realize he was checking for a pulse in Luffy’s foot.
So the first night passed, and the next morning, Luffy’s color had returned some, and everyone was able to breathe easier.
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They’d moved him down into his room on the third day. He would doubtlessly wake any time, and when that time was to come, Chopper expected fatigue, hunger, disorientation, slow reaction time, distantness, dizziness at fast motion, and an emotional release of some sort that would show itself in one or more of countless ways--the most likely being hysterical laugher, crying, or uncontrollable shaking, though that possibly wouldn’t hit him until as much as a week afterward due to the disorientation and delayed reaction time.
“But then,” he added fairly, “he IS Luffy, so he might do something miraculous again and just wake up completely centered to tell everyone what a great nap he had.”
Now he was sleeping in the boy’s room where the futon had been laid out while Luffy had gotten his bandages changed.
Zoro had barely left his side. Now and then Sanji and Nami would catch him standing on Aft, looking out at the ocean as if to center himself. Luffy’s recovery was hard for him to watch this time.
“Will he be okay?” Nami asked Sanji once.
“Luffy? He’ll be fine.” the blond had answered.
“Not Luffy,” she corrected.
Sanji had looked back at Zoro again. “…Yeah. Zoro’s an idiot and Luffy’s clumsy, but I’m going to trust in Luffy’s ability to take a complex situation and turn it into child’s play. He’ll be able to guide Marimo when he wakes up.”
Nami smiled a little. “But until then Zoro’s totally lost. That would be kind of sweet if it wasn’t them. It’s weird to see him like this.”
“…What’s weird about Zoro being lost?”
Nami snickered. “Fair enough. Who’s with Luffy?”
“Chopper must be checking him for infection. Usopp’s probably with him.”
Nami walked down the steps and stopped by the hatch. “Sanji-kun, do you think Luffy will be changed when he wakes up?”
“How so?”
“Well, I just mean… with the whole being forced out of action for so long and the thing going on with Zoro… If they do anything, I mean. I don’t know…”
Sanji lit a cigarette. “Nami-san, Luffy is as constant as the sun, and shrinking won’t have changed that. As for the Zoro thing, I wouldn’t worry too much. In fact, if Luffy starts getting some sort of emotional release that doesn’t involve seeking out adventures that almost kill us all, I will personally have more confidence in his decisions than I do now, and that’s saying something.”
“You don’t think it will make him more… I don’t know… ordinary? To have a relationship like this? Because he drives me crazy, but I wouldn’t want him to change.”
Sanji almost laughed. “I know it’s not uncommon for a captain and first mate to be intimate in this day and age, but there’s nothing ordinary about what happens on this ship, and there never will be.”
Nami smiled down toward the hold where Luffy was sleeping. “I guess you’re right. I’m just nervous because he’s been sleeping for so long.”
“Two days of sleeping isn’t so bad for him after what happened. His stomach will wake him up soon. He’s better off asleep now anyway; our stocks are almost completely dry. I hope he’ll be satisfied with fish, because that’s all we’ve managed to acquire.”
“We’ll be at the next island tomorrow, according to the map.”
“Good. These waters are making everyone nervous. They’re really black.”
“Black Water Island. Real inventive name, huh?”
Sanji blew smoke. “I don’t know. I like an island who spells out its true nature right away. Means less time to waste guessing.”
“I think Robin knows what it means. We can ask her during dinner.”
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Zoro pushed off the railing and walked back to his room. Those idiots had been mumbling about him, he was sure, but he couldn’t blame them. They had to be aware of what was going on. It seemed like everyone had known before Zoro himself had.
A million thoughts flew through his mind when he looked at Luffy now, and he knew it would never again see boy the same way he had before. Things were different now. At least they were for Zoro, and he was frightened of what Luffy’s awakening would most likely bring.
What will he say about the whole thing when looking back?
If he says anything at all. He likes to move forward so quickly…
Will he act the same around me as he did two weeks ago? He’ll be back in control again…
Zoro stroked the younger pirate’s hair.
But that’s not really true. Luffy’s almost never in total control. He second-guesses himself and fears for his crew so much that he doesn’t sleep some nights. He’s become a decent actor, though.
Remembering all this, Zoro leaned down to whisper, “If there can be only one thing that stays the same after this, then it’s that you have come to me when something’s on your mind. You have to let me be here for you, okay?”
Luffy slept on.
He slept on for several more hours, in fact, and when he finally began to come to, it was after dinner, and almost time for everyone else to go to sleep.
Stirring, Luffy’s mind was completely devoid of knowledge for several moments. Why was it still dark? Were his eyes really open? He reached up to rub them, stopping suddenly at the touch of unfamiliar sheets covering him.
His stomach bottomed out.
Where the hell am I? he asked himself.
There was a candle lit, but the light flickered and danced, making his unfocused mind do the same.
For several minutes, he tried to remember anything about himself that would explain his current condition, he thought he remembered a rat, he wasn’t sure if that was a dream, and so didn’t move.
He felt someone shift beside him and his toes curled in anticipation. Then he heard the figure grunt slightly as if waking up, and felt a huge flush of relief when he realized it was Zoro. His bedroom. Of course. Were else would he be waking up?
He slowly realized that the only noises he could hear were familiar, comforting sounds of normalcy. He reached back to touch the pillow beneath his head and found it normal sized; smelled the air and found only the faint trace of the ocean combined with the regular masculine scent of their room; reached his whole arm out from under the blankets and found the the air cold, but not abnormally so.
It was over. Really, finally, completely OVER! He was himself again! Strong and unrivaled! He couldn’t wait to go outside and show his nakama.
Turning his head toward the stirring Zoro, Luffy reached over and took a familiar hand in his own.
Zoro lurched awake, eyes wide. His shock faded into a smile and a sigh as Zoro saw Luffy’s eyes watching his own.
“Hey," he whispered as he sat up. "You’ve been gone a long time. How do you feel?” As he spoke, Zoro pressed his fingers to Luffy’s forehead and cheek, checking for possible fever.
Luffy’s eyes slid closed at the cool contact. “Okay. What’s happening?”
Zoro pushed Luffy’s hair away from his face. “Not a lot. We’ve been taking care of you, waiting for you to get better. You were pretty hurt when you passed out.”
Luffy’s brows knitted together. “Yeah? I guess… something happened. I remember a giant rat, I think.”
Zoro nodded. “That’s right. It got you good. We’ve caught it since then.”
“Since…? How long have I been out?”
“Almost three days.”
Luffy’s head rolled back to look at the ceiling. “Three…” he whispered to himself.
It was silent for several seconds, and Zoro began to feel awkward, unsure of what to do next. He had been thinking about what he would say when Luffy woke up, but he'd planned it for when Luffy was competely recovered. How was he supposed to act in the meantime? He couldn't coddle the boy anymore. He didn't need that anymore.
...There was a lot of stuff Luffy didn't need anymore.
The only thing he probably needs is some space from me. We've been together for the past week. He probably wants to breathe his own air for a change.
“You’re recovering from surgery,” Zoro said for the sake of breaking the quiet. “So it’s not strange.”
“I see,” Luffy said more to himself than to Zoro. “But everything’s okay now, right?”
Zoro was at a loss. “Well, you’re still hurt. Um… I should get Chopper. He can tell you better than I can. I-It’s time to change your bandages anyway.”
The swordsman pushed himself to his feet unsteadily and headed for the ladder. It was obvious that Luffy wasn't thinking clearly yet, but he could any minute, and then Zoro would be at a total loss as to what to say. So he did the only thing he could think of: he ran. The tables had turned. Luffy needed Chopper at the moment--Zoro could do nothing more for him. Convinced of this painful thought, Zoro went out to get the person who could actually help him.
Luffy didn’t try to stop him, so busy was he with trying to piece together what had caused him to lose in battle so badly. Hadn’t he been dead?
“Zoro?” he turned his head back to ask, but Zoro had gone already, and a moment later, all the others replaced him, and Luffy was all to happy to see them.
“Hi guys!” he sang to them energetically. He regretted it a moment later when the motions that accompanied this greeting made a lance of pain shoot down his body.
“Don’t try to move!” Chopper warned, putting a hoof to Luffy’s chest to hold him down. “You’re back is still scratched up and you’ll make it worse.”
“It hurts,” Luffy grunted.
“Of course it does,” Nami said. “Something really took you out.”
“Can you remember anything?” Usopp asked after sitting down.
“Yeah. Most of it, I think. I fell onto the deck and went to hide from the storm, but the rat was hiding there too and then we fought, and then something happened.”
“That’s probably when you got big again,” Chopper replied.
All at once Luffy’s thoughts were diverted. “Is it over now?” he asked as Chopper changed to Heavy Point and lifted Luffy into a sitting position. “It’s over, right? It’s done?”
“Yep,” Chopper said, checking his back. “It’s over. You need your bandages changed again. Looks like you’ll be done with them soon, too.”
“Kay,” Luffy whispered, feeling limp all at once. This was so strange. He’d been ready to bounce around a moment ago, but now his head was spinning and he felt a sense of displacement again, though there was no reason for it that he could think of.
As if reading his mind, Chopper said, “If you feel unusual, that’s normal. You’ve been small for a long time. Your body’s adjusting.”
“Where’s Zoro?” Luffy asked groggily, having not paid attention to a word Chopper had said.
The others glanced around, noticing for the first time that the inquired person was MIA.
“That’s weird,” Usopp commented. “I’d have thought he’d want to stick around to see hi-”
He broke off with a hiss when Sanji stepped on his foot, but the damage had been done. Luffy cast his eyes down sadly for a few moments, the disengagement short and just barely perceptible to the others in the room. They could only imagine what he was thinking.
“He’s probably just in the bathroom,” Usopp corrected simply, trying to play it off as nothing big, even though to Luffy it was everything. The injured boy nodded halfheartedly, the motion making him dizzy.
His breathing hitched and he whined with discomfort as the large bandage was pulled off of his back and then carefully replaced by a clean one. When he was laid back down, completely slack, the pressure against his back was more pronounced to him than it had been when he’d woken up in the same position. He felt so strange…
His eyes were becoming unfocused and his face clearly told the others in the room that he was regressing into being discombobulated and half-aware.
It was wrong to see Luffy regressing instead of getting better right away, and Sanji had half a mind to go out and drop Zoro’s ass for this, but dragging him in would only make things worse. Luffy needed Zoro to come back on his own, or he would continue to feel irreparably abandoned.
He heard the others trying to ask him a few questions, and he managed to slur out a response to Chopper that he hurt and that his vision was funny. But his dizziness pulled at him hard and fast, and before he could give them any definitive answers, Luffy felt himself falling back to sleep.
Several minutes after he’d passed out again, the girls left the room for the night.
“He didn’t even ask about food…” Nami said sadly before she climbed the ladder.
When Zoro volunteered to take watch, no one argued with him.
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AN: Hi guys. I’ve gotten some reviews on this site, and I think I should do a quick review of them here because I can’t give review responses on this site like I can at FF.net
This is another copy of this story posted under my Penname on Fanfiction.net, and if you read that one, it gets updated sometimes days before the one here does, even though it’s the same thing. The last chapter will probably have some citrus. Possibly a lot, but no promises. That version will only be posted on this site, however, and I’ll mark it “Extended” in the chapter title so you’ll know that a difference has been included.
There won’t be full blown wild lemony smut (even though that would be hot), because this isn’t a smut story. It’s just not. I’m sorry…
A rumor has circulated on this site that I’ve stopped writing RUMBLE. This isn’t the case. Obviously. It isn’t over, and I won’t stop writing it until it is. We’ve got perhaps 2 short or 1 really long chapter left. Actually, this version will have to have two because of the extended stuff I want to add to the end. So it is ALMOST done, but it’s not done YET. The rumor started because I didn’t post the story on this site until I’d already been posting for a year on FF.net, so when a huge story appeared overnight and incomplete, people assumed that there was nothing more to it. They assumed wrong. :-)
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