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Another Me	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 1788 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Kiba turned the key in the lock then opened his home to a stranger, well, not a stranger to himself but a stranger to his home. Hige was wide-eyed and casting them everywhere as he looked around the small but spacious Wolf home.
He was so relieved when Kiba spoke to him at school two days later. He thought he'd blown it big time by infringing on his position with Toboe. But he had no idea the boy's upbringing was a sensitive subject or situation. Guys their age are always clueing in little kids where adults won't. But Kiba seemed pretty serious, and as for not talking to him for two days, that was sort of Hige's bad because he wasn't sure if Kiba was mad or not and he didn't want to further the anger. But then Kiba tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to meet him after school because he wanted to show him something. This was not the something he thought it would be. An animal, a dead something or another, he hoped against likeliness that it'd be his mutant birthmark, but a house? Oddities never cease.
"You're saying you bought this house?" Hige looked into the opening that led to the kitchen and another opened door that showed off a bathroom. "The flower and cashier business must be incredible," he gaped at the fully furnished living room ahead of him and furnished kitchen beside him. "maybe I should get a part-time job, too?"
"Maybe you should, but I didn't buy the house fresh," Kiba breezed through the home like a seasoned professional into the kitchen to the cupboards for a snack. "Do you want anything to eat?"
Hige took the question with a muted disparity. "How long have you known me?" Walking into the kitchen after leaving his bag by Kiba's at the front door, the Moon teen looked over the selection being offered. "Awesome, Moon Pies, it's like it knows me." He grabbed a cake made of graham crackers stuffed with marshmallow that's covered in a rich milk chocolate. A real delight in his eyes. "Do you have milk?"
"Yeah,"
"So I'm confused, you say you didn't buy the house fresh then how come you have the house?"
"I used to live here before…" Turning from the cabinets he went to the refrigerator. "You said milk, right?" Opening the fridge he grabbed the pint of whole milk then located a glass to pour it in, swiftly choosing to pass on the conversation for the moment.
"Thanks. But, Kiba, the house…?" He takes the glass then sips the rich content in it.
"It's sort of like a family heirloom." Kiba shrugged nonchalantly before passing by Hige into the living room to the couch.
He set down his glass of milk then searched for his bag which he left by the front door; eating his moon pie as he traveled the hall to the front door he grabbed his bag, stuck the snack in his mouth holding it there to grab Hige's bag as well. When he returned to the living room he found Hige surfing channels- or trying to.
Taking a seat beside his boyfriend, he quickly informed him. "There's no cable, they're coming tomorrow."
"You're getting cable hooked up too?" Hige licked the chocolate and graham cracker crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "You're really moving in here?"
"It was my goal since I'd started working at the flower shop," he sipped his milk then set the glass down to rummage through his bag. "I asked Mrs. Cher for help keeping the house under the Wolf name, and after I started part-timing at the supermarket I can finally afford to pay the bills on my own. Utilities is my only expense aside from feeding myself."
Hige cocked his head then leaned away from Kiba to really take him in. "...You're incredible, are you really fourteen or do you have that weird disease that keeps an adult looking exactly like a child?"
Kiba laughed at that while shaking his head. "My mom and dad have died and… I just didn't want Toboe growing up in a different place, it seems ridiculous but… my family means something to me. We're really the only two left, no grandparents, parents who were the only child in their family, and now… it's just down to Toboe and me." He cast his blue gaze down at his lap, the cool blue seemed to dull with his mood because the richness was almost cloudy, and misty with tears of rain. "Living here means something to me, I can't lose everything, not when I have a choice."
Hige reached over and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, the only example of maturity he has in comparison to this Wolf who is mature-beyond-his-years. Losing one's parents does that to a person. Nevermind the grandparents or aunt and uncle, cousin or even kindly neighbor who takes you in. You'll always feel a certain need to stand up and be counted when life is trying to count you out. Feeling a bit of moisture hit his shoulder he leaned out of his offered comfort to look at Kiba in his misty eyes.
"Hn. All that for one frightened tear? Phew!" He chuckled softly. "I was getting worried you'd been downgraded because of me, but your resolve must still be there if you're only able to get out one tear."
Smiling, Kiba shook his head. "No. You can baby me all you want, but you're not going to influence me to back down,"
"Well, good. I'd like to think my being wrong about everything was a part of your drive to be better."
Kiba shoved Hige and laughed. "You're such a ham, big head,"
"You love my big head," pecking Kiba on the lips he returned to his snack finishing the milk before eating the rest of the snack cake. "I'm gonna get another, start the science and I'll steal the answers from you,"
"Okay,"
Hige walked into the kitchen and slowed to a standstill, placing his hands on the countertop he let out a heavy sigh for Kiba, and his self. He had no idea how deep the troubles ran through his boyfriend. How much weight he carries on his shoulders, and now having to care for his little brother in a home all alone. It's a huge undertaking. How can he be strength for Kiba for something like this? How can he know what to do when every a time arises that something needs to be done?
He yanked his hands through his ginger brown hair and sighed once again. He's fourteen years old. A child that actually likes being taken care of in some ways. The part of him that wants mature independence is all genital driven. And here's Kiba taking it all on. He's either gonna have to man up… or lose the one person in life he's come to care about outside of his family. They'll grow apart because of the emotional age gap, he just can't lose Kiba.
"I'm on the second sheet, slowpoke," Kiba called from the living room. "what are you doing in there, making homemade cakes?"
"Just browsing," Hige snagged a bag of zebra striped cookies then walked them into the living room. "I decided I wanted a cookie instead,"
"Oh." He passed his worksheet over to him. "I wrote the work down, you'll have to answer for yourself."
"I know," setting down the cookies he picked up his pencil and got to working on his homework all the while stealing glances at his boyfriend's content expression. "Kiba?"
"Hmm?"
"...You love me, right?"
"I… Sure, I love you. I've told you before," looking Hige in the eye he wondered if this was leading somewhere. It seemed an odd way to start a conversation.
"So, hypothetically speaking, what would make us break up?"
Kiba blinked then really seemed to be considering the question. "It's hard to say, you can be really pushy, needy, and sometimes a little mean… but, everything exhausting about you I sometimes find kind of endearing." He smiled handsomely.
Scratching his cheek he grinned cheekily and said. "You make me sound like a tolerable mess, thanks a lot."
"Is something bothering you, you've been acting weird since we got here?" Kiba tucked his science away then grabbed his language arts book.
"Me? Weird?" He scratched the back of his head and laughed. "No. I'm just taking it all in that you've got this cool place to call home. No older people around keeping us innocent, y'know?"
Kiba blinked wondering how much the statement was truth or if it was a cooked up lie to cover up whatever is going on with Hige, but with his boyfriend he seldem joked about their relationship activities when it came to the flesh. Smiling, Kiba nodded.
"I guess it is cool," Looking over his shoulder at the stairs he says with a deal of pride. "I'll give you the grand tour once we're done with our homework."
"Great! I'd love to see where my little Kiba once slept, I'll bet you have a theme bed with dinosaurs or something."
"Ha, you wish. That's more your forte, Hige." Tapping his pencil to the notebook to reign the conversation in, he returned to working on the assignments.
Hige watched Kiba for a brief moment out of the corner of his eye before he rolled back his sleeves and got down to his own work. They worked in companionable silence, snacking and wondering problems out loud offering help to the confused. And roughly 20 minutes later they were packing up their bags with their finished assignments.
"Show me everything," Hige stood from his seat.
Feeling shy all of the sudden Kiba slowly got up from the couch, spreading his arm out he said. "Let's start in the kitchen,"
Kiba bolted before his boyfriend could inform him that he's already quite familiar with the kitchen, having taken a few breaks to grab a refill of milk or to throw out snack wrappers, or paper plates that at one point held a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But that's nerves for you. One minute you're a big shot then you're pointing out dendrochronology of a wooden kitchen table to waste time. After all, this'll be the first time he's had his boyfriend in his room.
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Hige admired the staircase, as Kiba pointed out that he should. He looked at the small selection of photos lining the wall on the way up. The Moon teen couldn't keep his smile down seeing his boyfriend at the tender age of just having met him and a couple from before his meeting him. The Family. Hige's never seen Mr. and Mrs. Wolf, but his attention couldn't linger because Kiba grabbed him by the wrist and hurried him into the hall to show off the bedrooms.
"This is the guest bedroom, you'll be sleeping in their and Cheza too, if she stays over." He stood before the open door of a comfortable spare bedroom.
Hige peeked his head into the entrance analyzing the space as a modern contemporary bedroom. It's got a pale blue color scheme with white and dark blue accents. There's a dark blue shag throw-rug taking up space beneath the bed spanning out enough to leave sixteen inches from the wall from the center of the bedroom. The woodwork for the bed and dresser and shelves is white, it's hard to tell if it's a natural wood color or if it's been painted. But it didn't matter because it was very eye-catching.
Moving down the hall when Kiba moved he looked at a closed door that was breezed past without introduction. And from their, Kiba extends his arm out to the right. "And this is Toboe's bedroom,"
Hige looked at how plain the bedroom was decorated and wondered if the boy had any sort of personality. He's never seen a kid's room without a Mighty Morphin something or another or a kid's cartoon character. There wasn't even a Spongebob pillow or poster.
Kiba seemed to sense his boyfriend's thoughts because he shrugged and said. "Toboe wasn't so old before we moved into the Lebowski house."
Hige could feel the atmosphere but was quick to act on the situation. "Lucky him, he gets to spend some time decorating," he snickered. "I'll betcha anything he'll keep asking you what you're doing to decorate then copy it- kids can be real copying machines."
"Tell me about it," Kiba brightened. "I used to sleep with the covers only up to my waist because I get hot, Toboe did the same, he had the sniffles for weeks because of that." He swayed his weight to the left and walked into the next bedroom. "And this... is my room," He bore a proud smile on his face.
Hige whistled. "Are those wolves?" He pointed down at the crown molding, there, placed just above that, is the silhouette of a plain with hills and along it was a pack of wolves in suspended animation of running. The black lining went around the entire lower half of the otherwise empty white walls.
"Yeah," Kiba was pleased that Hige liked it. "It's small but I really wanted it when I saw it at the store… My mom almost cried when she saw them herself."
"It's pretty cool," He looked at the lining on another wall where the wolves are howling at the moon and on the other wall they appear to be playing and the last, where the bed is placed the wolves are sleeping.
"Wolves love and respect the moon, Hige," Kiba walked over to his bed and sat down. "It's also kind of cool that Moon is your last name. Since I've met you, I've kind of felt like you were a good luck charm, you're my moon. I may get pissed at you, but… I never really mean to be angry," embarrassed that he does at all Kiba lowered his gaze to the floor. "I just get to a place where I need some time to myself. I'm glad you don't take it personally."
"Why would I take it personally? I love you, buddy," He smiled and gave Kiba a cheeky thumbs up, as if he wasn't having small panic attacks during those two days when Kiba was giving him the silent treatment. Walking over to the bed he took a seat as well.
Hige looked at his boyfriend's somber profile and launched himself back onto the bed. He wasn't sure what to feel about being the Hercules of someone else's mood. It was a hefty weight for sure, but he could take it. For Kiba, he could take it. Reaching over to him he scratches his back to comfort him.
"It goes both ways, Kiba," Hige felt the need to inform the Wolf teen of this since he can't seem to get him to buck up sometimes. "I don't mind that you have mood swings, it's better you take them out on me than with your brother- kids, am I right?"
Kiba looked over his shoulder at Hige and cocked his head mulling over those words. "Yeah," he leaned back onto Hige's hand. Staring up at the ceiling he sighed. "I just don't wanna be a burden. We only just met and already I was calling you all the time because I was sad or needed to just be awake with someone. I'm selfish, I never once considered that I was keeping you up and that it might affect your school work or anything…"
"Believe me, I'm not one to sit quietly and be abused," Hige smiled. "If any of that had bothered me I'd tell you, kind of like how you laying on my arm is killing the circulation,"
Kiba snickered and raised his back from the bed so Hige could recover his crushed limb, and he lied back when it was gone. "If there's anything that's bothering you, just let me know and I'll be there for you for a change."
Hige's gaze went to the bandage on Kiba's arm before he locked eyes with him. "I'll keep that in mind."
The couple lay quietly on the bed for a good ten minutes, just thinking or staring into space. It was Hige who broke the silence when asking.
"How did you lose them?"
Kiba closed his blue eyes as if blocking out a physical sense would lessen the pain of the emotional sense. Darkening over his vision would drop a veil over the memory. "An accident." He left out that it was all his fault. That he should have done better but he couldn't. If only he hadn't lit that fire…
"I'm sorry. It's hard that my parents fight and get separated from time to time, but I can't imagine not having even one of them not around,"
Kiba opened his eyes realizing that that was the first time Hige's ever sincerely commented on his parent's divorce. He just assumed he was completely ok with it. Not that he was dealing with it because at least they are alive. Hige doesn't feel that in a rude way, he merely thinks that way. Its nothing personal or should be seen as an offense on his part. Kiba's glad Hige doesn't have to feel the pain of loss as he does. He really wants all the best for Hige. He loves him.
Turning onto his side Kiba cupped Hige's cheek to turning his head so that he's facing him, scooting over just a hair he kisses him, deep and full then pulls back with a satisfied smirk. He loved leaving that pleased look on his boyfriend's face. At least some of the things he does with Hige don't depress the Moon teen.
He laughed when Hige rolled over directly on top of him, kissing him playfully on the cheek, neck, and forehead. "Your bed is so nice and springy, Kiba," he bounced up and down over his boyfriend's lap. "What does this remind you of? The bounce house," Hige laughed. "It should,"
Squirming to get free, Kiba teased his amorous boyfriend. "What was so great about that?"
"What!"
"Your sausage fingered, cold hands groping at me," Kiba was laughing hysterically when his childhood pillow bopped him repeatedly in the face. He tried grabbing for it, missing it every time so he opted to retaliate by grabbed the other pillow bashing Hige on the side of the head with it.
Kiba had wondered how kissing turned into a pillow fight, but that was the joy of being with Hige you can never predict what's going to come. If you could Kiba would have seen it coming when their fatigued 'cease fire' left them breathlessly in a state of undressed, entangled in limbs and breaths. The cool room encased their heat creating little cracks of static as their movement caused friction between them and the bedding.
The Wolf teen didn't know how far it would go nor does he care, he just knew that when his legs parted around Hige's hips hooking closed at his ankles he was giving permission as well as the offering.
Hige whispered something against his lips, he was unsure but he nodded to the question happy to be enlightened that the question was what he'd assumed when fingers, slick with traces of bodily release, circled around his entrance. Kiba had to wonder if this was really going to happen? Was he really ready? No. There was no questioning it, he's been thinking about it for some time lately, not because he and Hige had been in many amorous situations, with his new part-time job at the local supermarket he hasn't had much time for extra activities once at home. It's because of this that Kiba's been thinking about Hige, and how little he's complained about missing him. He's been hanging out with friends from school or with Toboe. He respected Kiba's work, and that was important to him.
Last week he had twenty free minutes before bed, Hige called him up and asked if he had free time and they watched their favorite show together over the phone. The Moon teen had recorded it and held off on watching it just for Kiba even though the show had aired a week before and was currently on a new episode. But it was so comforting that Hige cared enough to find a way for them to spend time together that Kiba knew he loved him and wanted to love him in every way possible.
Two fingers worked together to spread Kiba inside; it wasn't lost on either of them that their would be nothing safeguarding this moment but neither seemed concerned. It wasn't a blind trust but a complete one. It will be fine. Everything would be fine. He latched on tightly around Hige's shoulder pulling him near as they kiss through the preparation, their lips caressed softly against the other's cheek when needing a breath and they whispered sweet words, names, or just a breath into each other's ear.
Kiba held his hips still unsure of how to respond to the sliding of the fingers trekking as far in as they could go and scissoring when they stopped. They moved together in a low-level audio until Hige's fingers slid free. He paused long enough to press his forehead to Kiba's as an assurance that he'd be careful. Kiba locked smiled at Hige and found his gaze going down to between their thighs as his boyfriend positioned himself.
Kiba's back arched from the bed every easy inch his boyfriend slid through. There was resistance and Hige pulled free completely in order to gather more manmade lubricant from Kiba's length but once he was satisfied he slowed back inside and waited there to move. Their chests were heavy and their breathing slow and long as they locked lips in a seemingly endless kiss.
Hige hadn't waited for a sayso, moving his hips flowed as naturally as this moment. Kissing his boyfriend sparked the movement and when it began it was a long slow buoying but Kiba's hums and little moans encouraged the pace to pick up enticing more and more until the cries elevated from the both of them. Echoing through the empty home were cries of passion and knocks of wood and just as suddenly as it happen and as loudly as it had grown it quieted down until one slowly faded along with the other…
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Kiba took his bike over to the Lebowski home and picked up Toboe that evening. The two rode their bikes down the autumn nippy streets of Freeze city chattering about nothing of any particular topic. Kiba wasn't really listening while he wasn't exactly ignoring his little brother as he spoke animatedly about a game he and Cheza had made up. They were wizards searching for a crystal eye in a cavern. It was their entrusted quest. He seemed so happy that Kiba only smiled and nodded while his mind remained on earlier when he was with Hige.
He could see why adults would keep that sort of thing to themselves, it's addictive. The wrong people could get in trouble doing that sort of thing, namely heterosexuels. That wasn't to say his being gay left him in the clear because, according to Sex Ed. there are risks for any coupling. Not to mention the age factor. Kiba looked over at his little brother, so young and innocent. He couldn't imagine Toboe having sex. He'd probably die of a heart attack having to know. And who would Toboe be with? He imagined it'd be Cheza. The two are friends now, but it could become more. Look at him and Hige, they're friends and it grew into more.
"I've already got dinner waiting," he was saying, his mouth was on auto-pilot as he spoke. Toboe had said something to him and it sounded like disbelief that they were going home.
"You cooked?" The boy laughed; hopping from his bike he walked it into the garage letting it fall to its side rather than rest on the kickstand.
"Ordered in," Kiba, who used the kickstand for his bike, picked up Toboe's and set it upright. "Make sure you wash your hands,"
"Yes, mooom," Toboe laughed and bolted for the bathroom when Kiba chased after him. "Missed me!" He called out when he expertly ducked a swat to the back of his head. Closing the bathroom door, he stuck out his tongue laughing when Kiba gestured that he had eyes on him. "This is gonna be so cool."
Kiba walked away from the bathroom to wash his hands at the kitchen sink. He then grabbed two sets of napkins, paper plates, and plastic cups balancing them like a circus act plate spinner as he walked the stacks into the living room where a picnic of McDonald's hamburgers and french fries and soda is set up on the living room floor. He even has a movie picked out so their first day back home as a true family could be comfortable. He didn't want to eat at the Lebowski's and make a big scene of saying good bye. It wasn't goodbye, they'd see them again they're their guardians, after all. And he has two jobs so someone will have to watch Toboe while he's working and he's out of school. But for now, he has to try this on his own.
Toboe exited the bathroom and walked around the corner into the kitchen. "Kiba, where are you?"
"In the living room,"
Following the disembodied voice Toboe's expression went from thoughtful concern to elated. "Sweet, fastfood!" Mrs. Cher was a stickler about junk food, so eating like this was always a treat only had when the family was in a rush to go somewhere or do something and eating would only get in the way should cooking at home have to be involved.
The boy long since moved past the joys of Happy Meal toys and wanted the burgers his brother eats. So Toboe always gets a Mcdouble cheeseburger- which to the younger Wolf boy is similar since it's two patties- and a medium fries with Sprite. He'd get the Big Mac too but he doesn't like the sauce. They 'mmm' once a bite is in their mouth and their focus goes to the television when the video started.
"Toboe?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay with this?"
Toboe tapped his hamburger against the wrapper it came in which is now sitting on a paper plate. "I don't know, I mean, it's pretty cool in some ways but in others…" He shrugged. "I guess I'm worried."
"Worried?" Kiba set down the fry he'd just taken a bite of. "We can afford it, don't worry,"
"It's not affording it that I'm worried about," taking a bite from his burger to have a moment to put his words together he then went on when the bite was swallowed. "I just don't want you suffering anymore," he looked his brother dead in the eyes with a hard and pained expression residing in his own. "You have two jobs and you're lying that you're sixteen just to part-time in one… If it's because of me then you don't have to do this. ...I may not be able to take care of myself, but I won't be a further problem for you if I'm not here. I can't stay with Cheza's family, it's not a problem!"
It sure seemed like a problem with the way his eyes welled up with tears that fell the moment the younger Wolf lowered his gaze. He put his burger back down having lost his appetite at the moment.
Kiba blinked, confused then sad for a moment. "Toboe… I don't see you as a burden, there are going to be adjustments to living on our own but none of it is at the expense of either of our comfort or happiness. I don't mind having two jobs in order to live here, and I love taking care of you… You're my brother… We're all we have left of our family." Crawling over to the silently weeping child he wrapped his arms around him. "I know things haven't been easy for you with the trips back and forth to the hospital and I'm not saying that things aren't going to be a little rough sometimes, but it'll be bearable because we're together."
Gripping a handful of the shirt on his brother's back Toboe mumbled quietly. "Wouldn't it be easier if we just stayed with Cheza's family? I know all the major grafting to cover up my birthmark has been put off for a while, but if we're staying with the Lebowski's it'd be easier to manage."
Kiba doesn't disagree. His brother was burned far worse than he was and the cost of skin grafting is beyond even a four job households budget. But he doesn't care! Being here, living his life as a Wolf with his brother is what matters. The rest can be figured out as they go along.
"Everything is simple if it's easy, but you grow when it's complicated. And the rewards are that much better."
Toboe scoffed. "That's stupid," he wiped his hand under his nose then the other side over his eyes. "...Kiba… I'll work too, when I can!" He removed himself from the embrace and smiled. "I won't leave you hanging, I can even lie about my age too, like you do! I can pass for fifteen,"
Kiba didn't have the heart to tell his eleven year old brother to round down as he could actually pass for seven years old. "We'll address that when the time comes, for now, just focus on your grades. Don't worry about me, okay?"
"It's gonna be hard," he didn't lie, the frown returned to his lips. "But, I'll do my best, and my grades are gonna stay good too- if you can manage than so can I."
"Good… What do you mean 'if I can manage'?"
"Well, anyone dating a dork like Hige can't be too smart,"
"You little brat," he smacked the french fry from his brother's hand before scooting back to where he was originally sitting.
"Ha, and this is the guy passing for sixteen," Toboe teased.
Kiba smiled before resuming the eating of his dinner and watching of the movie. Toboe was just trying to cheer him up, he knows that. The younger boy adores Hige, especially now that he knows about the two of them. It wasn't such a bad thing that Hige told him, and it wasn't such a bad idea to change houses.
Kiba couldn't help but think that maybe things really will be alright for them all. Even if he has to add another number to his age, another job to his schedule or even another name to his face- as far out as that seems anything was possible in a world of survival and struggle. But he would do it for family. He would do it for love.
'If my family is solid and my love intact, I have help when I need it…' He smiled about all the people who've helped him over the years and the ones who continue to help him even when he doesn't ask for it. He's happy. 'All these things will make everything alright, and if I can keep that foundation and continue to apply myself… what's it gonna hurt to have another me?'
He didn't need another self to go on, though. Their lives together progressed, there were promotions at the supermarket and he was able to quit the flower shop and they still live comfortably. Toboe has grown into a fine mischievous teen in and out of no more usual trouble than any other teenager at fourteen. Though he could not get anymore surgeries done he said his "birthmarks" were fine as long as he kept them clean and away from products that irritated them. And he and Hige couldn't be closer if they were one person. Life was shaping up, not perfectly but as he'd said a couple years back when he and his brother first moved back into their home: 'Through pain comes growth'.
Kiba would sure need growth too, because he never expected what troubles would arise when his sweet little brother started noticing boys…
The End?
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Commentary: This goes to Bella13blue for inspiring me to write it. You're a good fan of Kiba and Hige, and in the future I'm gonna do more. At least three. One in the Love Object genre, an AU and one show based, I got my DVDs joy! so I know I'll be mad inspired.
Thanks everyone for reading this short fic, I hope you've enjoyed it and my bad for any mistakes or weird parts but tablets suck for typing stories, but I'm doing my best and I'll fix it if it's mentioned to me or if I go back and see it. I'm gonna be fixing 'Italian Sushi' and a couple other stories while I've only got two new things to type. So if the alert says something's changed, it hasn't it's just marking editing- if that sort of thing goes on. I'm not sure. And have a nice weekend
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