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Chapter List
- 4
- 5
Rock and Romance

Warnings: A jump forward in time. Sorries, that�s the only surefire way to cure writer�s
block. Anyway, it�s mentioned in the
text, so you probably won�t be confused�

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Chapter 5

Shuichi threw his arms up into the air, allowing his bags to
tumble to the ground, in a much-needed stretch. He let out a content sigh, his eyes slipping closed, as he
twisted his body around, working out all the little kinks he had gathered from
the short flight. With every pop of
each joint, he could feel a relaxing sensation pouring around his body, as if he
were being engulfed in the world�s finest hot spring.

Only after he had successfully relieved every muscle in his
body did he lean over to pick up his bags again. He gathered them up in his arms and looked about the
apartment�nothing had changed in the two months he had been gone, except that
it seemed Sakano had picked up a little.
The couch was still bare, and everything else was still messy. Shuichi frowned to see the door to the
bedroom was closed; he hated when Sakano shut it. But, then again, he knew Sakano liked it better closed, thinking
that it gave him some sort of privacy, though Shuichi never quite understood
that, since they shared that room anyway.
Sakano was usually considerate and kept it open, just for him, so it was
understandable that it was closed now, Shuichi decided, because he actually
hadn�t told Sakano that he was returning home.

�Sakano,� Shuichi called, even though he knew it would be
fruitless; it was only midday, about one or so, and Sakano always was at the
studio at this time. Still, miracles
did happen, as did nasty surprises. He
only wanted to make sure.

As he was expecting, no one responded. Shuichi made his way towards the bedroom,
stumbling over various pieces of junk on his way, and swung open the door. He took a deep breath, deciding that the air
smelled a tad bit stale, and then tossed his bags inside, patting himself on
his back for his excellent aim in landing them on the bed, imagining himself as
a professional basketball player, like Michael Jordan or Yao, shooting hoops at
a highly anticipated game. Landing bags
on beds was amateur work; he was a master.

World Famous Shindou Shuichi. Basketball Pro Extraordinaire.

�What to do, what to do�?� Shuichi sang to himself, turning
around and stumbling across the room to collapse onto the couch. He let out another sigh, though this one was
more of boredom than anything.

Because of his tour, his next novel�s deadline had been
pushed back two months, which gave him a little break. He had secretly been hoping that his little
vacation would cure the awful slump he had fallen in, but no such luck. His desire to write still had yet to
come. Besides, he hadn�t even started
the novel yet, and beginnings were always the hardest.

Shuichi lay there motionlessly for a while, relaxing in the
moment he had. He could hear nothing
but the little battery face clock ticking away every second that he didn�t
move, and soon enough it became annoying.
All the silence bothered him�he was a creature of noise. Whenever there was someone to talk to, he
would be talking. Sometimes he would
even talk to himself, if the situation were dire enough; however, this time did
not apply. Shuichi sat up and flicked
on the radio (which appeared to have been shoved halfway under the coffee
table), inhaling the sound of music that filled the room.

The current singer�s voice seemed slightly familiar, but
Shuichi knew he had never heard the song before. Nonetheless, it was good, and Shuichi even found his feet tapping
to the rhythm on their own accord. This
was always his favorite way to waste time.

�And that was Sakuma Ryuichi with the song �Rain Shine,�
off his first solo album. We�ll be
continuing with the music soon, but first we�ve got some concert info for all
you music heads out there,� the DJ�s voice started rapidly as soon as the
last note of the song finished.

Shuichi smiled.
Sakuma Ryuichi, that�s right.
They had only met once before, when Ryuichi worked with Sakano one time,
but they had hit it off pretty quick, so to speak. Shuichi remembered thinking, at that time, that if he weren�t
with Sakano�

An exasperated laugh escaped his lips with this memory. I�m really awful, aren�t I, he
thought, shaking his head. How many
times have I thought of dumping Sakano?
I guess I really am unsatisfied with him.

This only served to bring about the memory of Eiri,
something that he had actually managed to abandon while on vacation. Shuichi blinked his eyes and tried to shake
his head clear, instead focusing his attention to the radio.

�Tonight, tonight, tonight! At the �Rocket Pad,� we have for you lovely listeners the chance
to win free tickets to Bad Luck�s sold out show! Tickets for this show were completely gone within the first hour
of ticket sales. I mean it; this is
absolutely your last chance to get tickets if you don�t already have them. Be the fourth caller��

Shuichi felt his back go rigid, and suddenly he was sitting
up straight on the couch. Bad Luck�

Shuichi frowned and picked up the phone, quickly dialing a
number he knew by heart�he couldn�t stop himself. He was back home, and all his old problems had to be dealt with
sooner or later.

�Hello?� a voice answered on the other line, and Shuichi�s
will almost shattered just from the sound of it. Almost.

�I need you to do something for me,� Shuichi cried
urgently. �I need to get into the Bad
Luck concert tonight. Please, Tohma?�

((((==))))

The crowd was going wild; it was the last song of their
performance. Eiri could see security
darting around, trying to keep the fans from rushing the stage, but he barely
paid attention. He cut off his last
note, listening as the music halted straight after him, and stood, eyeing the
crowd silently, as if he were unsure of what to do, with the microphone still
held up to his lips.

He breathed a sigh and blinked slowly, leaving his eyes
half-lidded and earning himself a few high-pitched squeals from a few feminine
faces. �I hope you enjoyed it,� he said
at last, his own voice reverberating around the building and echoing back to
his own ears. It was loud, but the
effect was hardly as deafening as the screams from the audience. The entire picture flooded his eyes�he could
barely make out the glowing orange faces behind the glare of the stage lights,
but the sheer number of them overwhelmed him.
Playing at dingy clubs was one thing, but this was unthinkable. A few months ago, he never would have
thought he�d be here, now, faced with hundreds of fans screaming over him with
every scrap of voice they had. And just
like that, his words escaped him. A few
moments of silence passed, the audience fidgeting impatiently, before Hiro
approached Eiri from behind and slipped the microphone from his hand.

�Hey guys,� Hiro said with a smile into the microphone. �I�m sorry, I think Yuki here is just a
little overjoyed with your presence.� A
dorky chuckle followed this, and Eiri turned to glare at him, hating to admit
that it was true. Hiro shot him a
playfully condescending smile, and then continued. �If you liked this performance, then come to our next concert at
the �Ruido.� I hope to see you
there. Thanks, to all of you.� With that, he drove his hands into the air,
resembling the pose of a champion of a boxing match. This elicited the greatest cheer that they had heard all night,
and they exited to the lovely sound.

�You were great,� Hiro called once they were fully
backstage, approaching the dressing rooms.
�Really, both of you. It�s fun
working with you guys, you know that?� He grinned again as he pulled his guitar
from his shoulder and ducked into his room.
Eiri and Fujisaki remained standing outside, completely silent.

�He�s cool,� Fujisaki muttered, and then smiled, almost
bitterly. �Hey, Eiri, I never got to
tell you. You�ll never guess who I ran
into at NG today.�

�Who?� Eiri asked, trying to sound uninterested.

�Aizawa Taki.
Apparently he signed on at NG last month some time.�

Eiri frowned hearing the name. He was still a little sore from Taki�s betrayal, not to mention
from his own demons that still compared his own voice to Taki�s beautiful one. Of course Taki would get a spot with NG; he
was talented.

�What did he say to you?�

�Well,� Fujisaki said, narrowing his eyes as if he were
trying to dig deep into his memory. �He
looked about as surprised to see me there as I was to see him. He thought I was, like, an extra, like Hiro
used to be, I guess. When I told him
that I was the keyboardist for a band�with you as the lead singer, well, first
he looked like he was about to faint.
And then he flipped and stormed off in a huff. It was kind of disturbing, truthfully.�

�Whatever,� Eiri mumbled.
�Who cares about a little competition?
It makes victory that much sweeter.�

�Right,� Fujisaki said with a cute smile, nodding his
head. He let out a short laugh, winked,
and then turned and stepped into his dressing room.

Eiri paused a moment, thinking briefly about the former lead
singer of Bad Luck and trying not to let it upset him, before he continued
on. He rounded the corner towards his
dressing room, reaching out to grasp the handle, when suddenly he felt as
though a sack of bricks smacked him in the head. He fell against the wall, pressing his fingers to his temples,
and slid to the ground, breathing heavily.
The urge to vomit came over him, and he forced himself to keep breathing
so that he wouldn�t retch.

They say, the higher you fly, the harder you fall, right?
Eiri thought underneath the onslaught of the sudden massive headache. I really was soaring.

Eiri clutched his head with one hand, placing the other on
the ground, propping himself up and he straightened out his waist, and then
leaned back against the wall, pulling his knees into his chest and using them
to support his head. The throbbing was
so heavy, his entire body shook, and his ears were ringing louder than all the
fans� screams put together. This was
close to being a migraine. Eiri bit his
lower lip and tried desperately to clear his mind, but a soft white mist was
rapidly spreading across the inside of his eyelids.

I�m going to die�

(((==)))

�No you�re not,� Yuki said, biting into his apple.

�Yes I am!� Eiri cried, sinking deeper onto the hard wooden
table that was currently supporting all of his weight. �My brain is going to pop��

Yuki only laughed at this, taking another bite and setting
his elbows onto the table across from the young blonde. �It�s going to pop, huh?�

�It�s a migraine. It
hurts so bad! Why do I get these
horrible migraines�? Yuki��

�Grow up,� Yuki replied coldly. �It�s not a migraine.
You�ve never had a migraine.
Migraines knock you out.�

�You don�t call this being knocked out?� Eiri screamed,
tears already surfacing in his eyes.
This was the slow kind of pain, torture to be exact. It was a dull ringing that lasted forever,
drove him insane. He couldn�t stand
it. It was the worst thing he ever
felt.

�No. You�re just
whining.� Yuki leaned back in his
chair, draping his long arms over his skinny frame�he was still in his
performance costume, which only served to show off his thin body. In fact, he looked thinner than usual�

Maybe it was the black eye shadow that made his eyes look
sunken, and the powder that made him look especially pale. Yuki was naturally skinny� Eiri didn�t know why he was noticing it so
much tonight. Still, a worried frown
etched itself onto his face as he scrutinized the older singer.

�See? You�ve already
forgotten about it,� Yuki said, grinning, though his smile did not reach his
eyes. �It�s no migraine.�

�Yuki, are you�?�

�Come on, Eiri,� he said, still wearing the smile. It seemed frighteningly ominous; there was a
peculiar sorrow, almost regret, exuding from its sharp curve. �Let�s go to bed.�

The performer stood up, his frame rocking slightly, before
turning and stumbling towards the bedroom.
Eiri rose to his feet as well, watching carefully, and following
obediently as always. As he watched the
lanky form meld with the darkness of the room, he felt a certain terror well
into his throat.

�I love you, Yuki!� he called, as if it were the only thing
that could save him.

(((==)))

�Sakano, Sakano! Are
you around here?�

Eiri cursed the interruption of the muffled voice and lifted
his head to glare�upon finding his portion of the hallway empty, he allowed his
head to fall back into its previous position.
His headaches took longer to go away now; it was Kitazawa�s magic that
always chased them away before, but now�

�Sakano!�

He could tell now that the voice was coming from around the
corner, probably somewhere in front of Hiro or Fujisaki�s rooms. And what an annoying voice it was! Certainly nothing to help his headache get
any better.

He listened to the footsteps of whoever it was�they were
sporadic and bouncy, irregular in a lively sort of way. At least they gave him something to
concentrate on other than his headache.
They were coming closer to the corner, to his spot against the wall, but
he didn�t dare lift his head and exacerbate the ache, even when they rounded
the corner and stopped short, right in front of him.

�A�are you okay?� the grating voice asked, a scratchy quality
to the tone, hinting of nervousness.

�No. Go away,� Eiri
commanded flatly, sinking his head deeper between his knees. For some reason, his brain told him that

gravity would fix the hurt and drain his head of the pain as
long as he succumbed to its force.
Tilting his head at such an angle, at least, made the pain feel a little
different, which was a start.

�Eiri��

Ah� He had thought
that voice sounded familiar. Last time
he heard that name on those lips, it was being passionately cried out behind
the not-so-private confines of a public bathroom stall.

�You really are stalking me, aren�t you?� Eiri said, lifting
his head and staring at the pink-haired author, pretended that his eyes didn�t
cloud with darkness from the movement and keeping them locked in place.

�I�m not� I told
you�at the club that night, I just went with my boyfriend. I didn�t know you�d be there.�

Eiri laughed mockingly, setting his head back against the
wall. �Surely you knew I�d be here,
unless you�re really clueless. You knew
this was a Bad Luck concert, right?�

There was no response, and Eiri peeled open his eyes,
looking at Shuichi standing there, blushing pink. The entire hall suddenly seemed strangely silent, with every
noise muted. It must have been the
headache.

�You don�t look very good�
Are you all right? Do you have a
headache?�

Eiri�s eyelids fell closed again, and he remained there like
that, his arms draped across his knees and the wall supporting the whole of his
upper body. The pain felt like it was
almost settling at the bottom of his brain, like dust on the surface of a
bookcase. One thing he needed now was
alcohol�he had drunk sparingly for the past couple of months, since he had
always been beat after the long days recording in the studios and ended up
collapsing in bed the minute he got home.
Luckily, he had managed to make enough money to buy his own apartment,
and Fujisaki was no longer a hassle, but other than that, his life rather
sucked.

Eiri�s eyes instinctively snapped open when he felt a soft,
cold touch on his right hand; he turned his focus on the brat kneeling beside
him, holding his hand close to those red lips of his. The novelist�s whole demeanor seemed oddly tense, and Eiri
watched intently, expectantly, dreading and hoping at the same time to find out
what was going on behind those darkened violet eyes.

When Shuichi gently bit the skin between his thumb and index
finger, Eiri, much to his own surprise, only continued to watch. The kid�s ministrations were odd, but
enticing. His teeth softly raked across
the skin, and then a strong, wet tongue followed, firmly moistening the flesh
there. After a few seconds, Shuichi
removed his mouth and began massaging with his hands in the very same place,
rubbing and gliding his fingers expertly across the webbing there, for a few
minutes. After he finished, he placed a
feathery kiss on Eiri�s thumb, as a gentleman would kiss a lady�s hand, and
then looked up expectantly.

�What the hell was that?� Eiri asked, finally donning his
irritation once he was certain it was done.

�Is your headache gone?� Shuichi asked, wide-eyed.

Eiri blinked at him, realizing reluctantly that, in fact, it
was. There was hardly a trace of it
left�his head felt light once again.

�How�did you�?�

Shuichi smiled grandly, his face brightening up as if that
had just made his day complete. �It�s a
trick I learned from my mom. You see,
there�s a pressure point between those two fingers; if you massage it like
that, sometimes it makes headaches go away.�

A tiny grin tugged at the corner of Eiri�s mouth, and he
fought it for all that he was worth.
�You learned that from your mom?� The smile won, breaking free into an amused smirk.

�Uh,� Shuichi blinked, crossing his big eyes and
blushing. �Not�exactly like that.� A sheepish smile formed on his lips, drawing
Eiri�s gaze with their sheer lusciousness.
�I�m allowed to improvise sometimes�you know��

�Me too�� Eiri mumbled, staring intently at the bright
face. His lips parted on their own
accord, and he ever so slowly leaned forward until their lips touched
gently. �As�thanks��

The kiss was soft, a ghost of a kiss, lacking the passion of
their other kisses. They no longer
seemed bent on tearing each other apart�rather, it was a polite kiss, a gentleman�s
kiss, not unlike Shuichi�s kiss on his thumb, leaving in its wake
disappointment and promises. The whole
while, Eiri found himself thinking of his dialogue afterwards, preparing a
speech in his head to recite to the boy.
It won�t work; that�s all; I�m sorry; I can�t� It was what he said every time, and what he
meant every time, and yet it never lasted.
Nonetheless, he would not allow himself another relationship, especially
not with this particular brat, and resigned himself to the dirty work.

Thus, he was completely taken by surprise when all his plans
suddenly became obsolete.

�Shu�ichi�?�

With the alien voice, Eiri felt the novelist�s lips depart
from his own rapidly, like a rabbit racing to its hole. He peeled open his eyes, gazing amusedly at
Shuichi�s deer-in-the-headlights expression before curiosity ensnared him, and
he turned his attention to the newcomer who was, as chance would have it,
Eiri�s very own boss.

�Sa-Sakano! It�s not
what it looks like!� Shuichi cried, obviously acting purely on impulse and
instinct. He jumped to his feet,
tripping himself on the way up and nearly falling, and held his hands up like a
criminal would for a policeman.

�Shui�Shindou-kun, I didn�t know you had returned from your
trip�� Sakano�s hair looked messier
than usual. He pushed his thick glasses
to the bridge of his nose as he ran his fingers though the dark strands.

�Umm��

�I guess�� The silence of his pause hung restlessly in the
muted air, thick and hot. �Then�I�ll be
seeing you, Shindou-kun.
Yuki-kun.� He dipped his head
awkwardly before wandering off in a blank, dazed sort of way, weaving a bit
from side to side. He turned the
corner, disappearing from sight, but Eiri waited until he was sure the producer
was out of hearing range before he spoke.

�What the hell was that? You know Sakano?�

Shuichi remained as he was, his body tensely rigid, swaying
back and forth slightly. His eyes were
still open wide, shining with what looked to be unshed tears.

�Hey!�

�I said I went to the club with my boyfriend!� Shuichi
cried, suddenly launching himself into motion, grabbing his own pink bangs and
scrunching his face. His voice was
screechy, hinting of hysteria. �If only
I had never met you! If only you hadn�t
wandered into my neighborhood. You
didn�t belong there. You were just
passing. You�re a predator, Eiri!�

Eiri felt the blood rush to his face so fast that it clouded
his eyes, as well as his better judgment, and he lunged. His arms swung around Shuichi�s legs,
breaking their lock and sending the novelist tumbling down on top of him.

�I�m a predator?� Eiri spat, shoving Shuichi off him and
slamming the kid�s body into the ground.
�You�re the one who wouldn�t leave me alone! I couldn�t get rid of you, try though I did, and so I just used
you for the cheap fuck you�re worth!�

�I hate you! I hate
you! I hate you!� Shuichi screamed,
shaking his head back and forth. His
cheeks were violet, and tears streaked his already gross face. Eiri winced at the sight, as well as at the
volume at which the brat was yelling.
It would only be a matter of time before Hiro, Fujisaki, and every other
staff member made their way back here to witness this.

�Shuichi!� Eiri whined after a few moments promised only
Shuichi�s relentlessness. �Stop!�

But Shuichi didn�t stop; if anything, he just increased the
ferocity of his tantrum. Eiri grabbed
the boy�s hands tightly just to keep them still. The paranoia of someone seeing this spectacle welled up in Eiri,
and he used his fear as strength to drag the novelist into his dressing room.

And, like all things, only when Eiri was out of danger of
being the subject of gossip did Shuichi�s bawling recede.

�H-How could you?� Shuichi stuttered, choking on his own
tears and burying his face in his hands.
Eiri clenched his jaw and made his way to the dressing table, awkwardly
sitting sideways on the chair placed next to it.

�What?�

�How could you do this to me? You�re such a bastard.
You�re the scum of the Earth.
You�re one of those people that the newscasters talk about�one of those
strangers that people condemn even though they don�t know you.�

Eiri felt the blood rising to his face again; his eyes
narrowed instantly, and if his body weren�t so tense, it would have been
trembling with rage.

�Why are you so cruel?
You�re just toying with me.�

�Who�s toying with who?� Eiri asked, giving everything he
had into controlling his voice and temper.
�You�re the one that�s taken.
You�re disloyal.�

�You�re worse!� Shuichi cried, jumping to his feet and
pointing an enraged finger at the blonde.
�I bet you�ve been to jail before, haven�t you? You�re like, this bad, tough guy, and you go
around victimizing people just to be able to laugh at them!�

All his efforts were in vain. Eiri felt his temper snap like a wishbone. �Who the hell do you think I am? How dare you?�

�How dare you?� Shuichi retorted, matching Eiri�s
rage. �This is all your fault! You�ve ruined my life! You�re just a pompous bastard! I should have known. I thought you were cool, but instead you�re
cold! You�re just dirt! I�ll tell Seguchi, and he�ll kick you back
out onto the street where you belong!�

It was originally intended to be a gentle slap, but Eiri�s
control was limited, and it grew into a full-fledged punch, knocking Shuichi�s
jaw so hard that the novelist collapsed from the force of it and was sent
toppling to the floor. His delicate
hands immediately sheltered the reddened cheek, hiding beneath it both the
damage and the tears. Eiri could hear
the strained sobs, as if Shuichi were trying to hold them back, amplified by
the cupped hands, but his fury was enormous and he dared not comfort the boy.

�Who�s pompous?� Eiri hissed, spinning around on his heel
and throwing himself back onto his chair, trying to force his anger to dispel.

This time, he was only greeted by the incessant gasps and
sobs of the boy, crumpled and hunched on the cold floor. Eiri rolled his eyes, but it was only
half-hearted. The boy couldn�t see it,
and Eiri wouldn�t have done it otherwise.

�Look, I�m sorry I hit you,� Eiri muttered reluctantly. After still no reply came, he sighed and
turned his head, resting his forehead in his hand. He continued, trying to ignore the feeling that his words were
falling on deaf ears, �I don�t know what you thought you would get by coming
here, anyway. It�s your fault you�re so
upset because you can�t let go.�

After a bit of silence, unbroken even by sobs, Shuichi
surprisingly answered. His voice no
longer held venom or anger, but rather, just sadness. �You�re right. I�m an
idiot.�

Eiri bit back his tongue, unsure of whether to agree with
the brat or not. His lack of response,
however, didn�t seem to perturb Shuichi at all.

�I was so stupid to think that there was something with
you. You�re right. I don�t know anything about love. I write about what I want love to be, but
it�s all just a delusion, isn�t it?
You�re just a stranger I met in a park one day, nothing more,
right? It was just a one-night
stand. It would blossom into nothing,
and I knew it.�

�Your problem,� Eiri interjected, once Shuichi fell into a
pause, �is that you worry too much about love.
It�s not as important as you think it is.�

��Your problem,� Shuichi replied, turning around with a
bitter smile, unshed tears glittering in his eyes, �is that you contradict
yourself. How much do you worry about
love?�

Eiri narrowed his eyes and looked away, hoping Shuichi would
do the same, but the kid merely continued to stare at him. Eiri, however, was not willing to give up
and merely froze in his position, refusing to look back at the boy or to speak,
placing the burden instead on Shuichi to break the silence. Grudgingly, Shuichi complied, though not
with what Eiri would have wished.

�You have to let me live with you.�

�What?� Eiri cried, breaking his stance and staring at
Shuichi wide-eyed. �What the hell�?�

�It�s Sakano�s apartment.
I don�t have anywhere to live now!�

�Well, that�s your fault for cheating on your boyfriend, isn�t
it?�

�It�s your fault for tempting me!�

�You�re the one who came to me in the first place!�

�You�re the one who didn�t push me away!�

�How is your lack of self-control my fault?�

�How is your tactlessness mine?�

The two, who had risen to their feet in rage, now fell back
to their seats in a huff, Eiri to his chair and Shuichi to the floor.

�How do you argue with someone who has no logic?� Eiri
muttered to himself, closing his eyes in frustration and running anxious
fingers though his hair. He remained
like that for a few moments before addressing Shuichi once again, �How do you
expect to live together if we can�t even get along just seeing each other like
this?�

�It�s because you keep pushing me away,� Shuichi replied
without any thought, as if he had pondered this long and hard previously. �If you would quit that, then I think we
could get along. Please, Eiri, just
until I find another apartment.�

Eiri fell into a long bout of thought, looking deep in
concentration with his brow furrowed and his eyes darting back and forth across
his hand. Shuichi watched, fearful of
interrupting, with his legs pulled up to his chest nervously. He gazed at the blonde in a sort of
idolization, as the other pondered quietly.

�Fine,� Eiri said at last, the hesitation written clearly in
his voice, �but on certain conditions.
First, you are to actually look for an apartment; second, you do not
bother me at all; third, do not tell Sakano that you are living with
me. Understood?�

Shuichi nodded eagerly with an excited squeal. He jumped to his feet and immediately began
chattering mindlessly, but Eiri quickly tuned him out, falling back into his
own thoughts. He knew he would regret
this.

TBC

��

Notes: Ahh,
oops. That took me awhile, didn�t
it? Sorries, sorries. But, this chapter is extra long! Just for you! I hit a rut while writing this; you can probably tell. Sorry.
I hope to pick up the pace again soon.

Thank you again for all that reviewed! You�re so very encouraging! And, uh, yeah. That�s it.

Also, I believe this is the last chapter I�m going to post
at Gurabiteshiyon.net. I�m sorry, no
matter what I do, I cannot get it to upload there correctly (not to mention
that site is really slow and I don�t believe many people are reading it
there). However, I will continue with
it at Fanfiction.net and Adultfanfiction.net (see links above) if you want to
keep reading it.
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Chapter 5