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Snow Drift	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving final fantasy 8, nor do I make money from this fanfiction. The only thing that's mine is the take on a plot that's been done by just about everyone.

Chapter List
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Disclaimers: I don't own Super WHY or WordWorld or any of the other shows that might be mentioned in this story.
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"Agent Orphin, its Tall Hair, do you copy?" Zell released the red button on his walkie talkie.
A gasp came over the other side before Kait says. "That's my middle name, how did you know?"
"Secret agent, Lion's Den told us."
Brows wrinkled in confusion, he asked. "Who's that?"
"Your dad."
"Oh." He pressed the button again. "Agent Tall Hair, where are you?"
"I'm in the bathroom, bring the flashlight."
"Okay."
Kait turned on a small pen-light with a very bright white bulb. Sneaking through the dark hall of the house, he turned into the bathroom then walked back out.
"What's the matter?" Asked Zell behind him.
"Its dark in there."
"I thought that's why we have the flashlight."
"Right." Sneaking back into the bathroom the two grabbed a monkey from the tub.
"We've rescued another one!" Announced Zell, throwing his hands up.
"Yay!" Kait jumped twice.
Listening to their game, Cedella Dincht walked to the buttom of the stairs. "Zell, it's time for Kait to get his bath, then come down for breakfast."
"Okay, Ma."
"Okay, Ma." Copies the child.
Seeing that they're already in the bathroom, he exited for his bedroom, saying over his shoulder. "You get ready for the bath; bring one toy. I'll get your towel."
Kait did as he was told, removing his pajamas; tugging at the toe of his sock having it stretch as long as it could go, he popped it off his foot then does the same to the next one. "Who wants to come into the tub?" He says in a comically high-pitched voice. "Jojo will be your watch guard." He made the clown take a bow. Choosing his farm pig he dashed off to the bedroom. "I wanna pick my clothes!" He announced when dashing past Zell, who was going into the bathroom with the towel.
He turned on the water. Brushing his hand through it, it felt fine to him.
'I'm back!" He went to climb into the tub.
"Hold on. Big toe. Is the temperature right?"
"What's that word mean?"
"Is it too hot, too cold, or just right?"
"Mmm... Just right." He climbed in and sat.
He began to play with his toy, while Zell cleaned him up around flailing arms and sudden twists and turns. Squall must be a low-key saint. He doubted his friend wouldn't snap on a stranger's kid, if he had to deal with it. Zell doesn't mind. He's sure he was a twitchy kid, when he was younger. "This shampoo smells like apples, you'll love it."
"Do I like apples?" Asked the farmer, who's imagining that one pig is many loose ones.
"I think so, yeah." Sitting on the rim of the tub he placed his hand under the water. It felt nice enough, and it's high enough. He turned off the running water.
"Hey," curious, he asked. "How high does Squall fill it? Passed your tummy, or your hips."
"I get lotsa water." He's already making the pig nose around under the water.
"Alright." He only filled it to a hip bath. He pondered turning the faucet on again, but doesn't. If Kait's fine, he's fine. "...Is it alright if I sit in with you?"
"Uh huh."
"Just to be sure." Zell nodded to the reply before sitting on the closed toilet.
"Do you want a toy?" Asked the child eyeing the bubbles drifting around him. He loves bubble sollution in his bathes, it always smells like bubble gum. He can't wait until he's five so he can chew some like the girls do.
"No, I'm good."
By the time the sitter got out Kait out of the tub, breakfast was getting set on the table for them.
"Eggs!" Cheered the hungry pair.
They took a seat and filled their stomachs.
"When is my daddy coming?"
'Knowing Squall, he already has.' Zell zinged his friend privately. "After breakfast."
"Ok."
'I am curious how his night went... Poor Imari might be well on his way to Winhill by now.'
In Balamb Town, at the Leonhart apartment.
The next day. Squall woke up to glass and pins all over the floor. He earned this tip-toeing for violating a stranger last night. Dual-colored eyes open scanned his son's bedroom for Imari, but he was not there waiting with a violent physical nor verbal assault. Pricking his ears for sounds other than his own, he got out of bed, carefully avoiding the many traps to get at his feet.
Quietly he slipped out of the bedroom and walked through the hall to the kitchen. His houseguest is still asleep, he surmised, there is no sound coming from his room. Squall sat on a stool at the kitchenette. Back stiff. Emotions on edge.
'Why is it so quiet?' He wondered. 'Maybe he's sitting up wondering if he was seriously spiritually molested. Or maybe he's already gone?! Left in the night after I fell asleep!'
Just as he was about to stand and dash to the room, he heard the door open. He hated the worry and regret that gripped him. Here it comes. The long awaited encounter. However...
The bathroom door was heard closing. Next came shower water. Squall visibly relaxed only to tense up in the next second. He had so many thoughts of Imari in the shower scrubbing off the violation. He'll come out blistered as he couldn't disinfect the moment deep enough.
'Is he whistling?' Wondered Leonhart becoming confused.
His phone rang from within the living room. He had left it on the coffee table. Going into the area, he grabbed it checking the ID before answering. "Yeah?"
"No "good morning, best bud'! How'd you sleep?" Harrumph." Zell mocked anger.
"How's Kait?"
"Great. Wondered if he was living with Ma now, since you usually get him before breakfast."
Squall smiled at the thoughts of children. He low-key hoped Kait doesn't have abandonment issues. He'd have to look into that. "I'll be over in ten minutes, I need to get dressed."
"So, how'd things go with Imari?" He wanted details. "Is he Irvine yet? Did you love him back to life?" He chuckled.
"Pending." Squall replied. "And no. We didn't do anything."
"For real? Huh..."
"What?"
"Oh, ahah, I was just thinking that if it was me and Seifer, he'd be seeing me in court for forced assault."
Squall felt a nagging headache at his temple over the thought of behaving like his rival. "He's in the shower. We're gonna spend the day doing something familiar, not jarring, just familiar. I don't want a repeat of yesterday." He spun around when feeling a shift in the air. "Gotta go. Ten minutes. Get Kait dressed."
"We live up the street; he.."
Squall hung up. If he was about to be confronted he doesn't Zell overhearing it. He was about to call out Irvine's name, but it didn't make it past a soft "Irv'", not about to have to be corrected. Despite the quiet apartment space, it thankfully wasn't heard. Irvine's body cruised into the kitchen. It sounded like he was looking for something.
'You're not about to be afraid of this guy, just get it over with.' He coached himself.
Heading into the kitchen, he watched Irvine searching the upper cabinets.
"Good morning." Imari greeted cheerfully.
"Yeah.."
"Do you mind if I make coffee?" He asked. "Do you drink it?"
"Yeah."
Imari smiled so unlike Irvine that Squall almost had to rub his eyes at how freaky the situation was. It was like being duped by a twin but little things keep snagging at one to finally alert you to being lied to. He walked to the machine then slid a rack into view that was beside it. "I use sachets."
"Oh, cool." He took one and placed it into the machine. "I knew I smelled it, but I thought it was in a bag."
"I'm gonna go get Kait,"
"Want a cup?"
"Sure. Thanks." He can't read him. 'Dammit. Why is he so blank? Maybe.. He really didn't wake up last night, and I imagined it. How can I ask without giving myself away?' He wondered. Taking a page from his personable best friend, Zell, he asked. "Did you sleep all right? Strange bed and everything.." He figured he'd clear up the sudden intrusive question.
What's common dialogue for 93 percent of the population is a step of too personal to Squall. A person's business is their own.
"Yeah, it was really comfortable. How do you manage to get out of bed?" He took a sip from the mug of perfectly brewed coffee. "Mmm. Had a weird dream, though."
Squall was going to embarrass himself by throwing up on his feet. "Really?"
"Mhmm. I was wakeboarding, but I wasn't going anywhere, just forward and back." He shrugged. "What a waste. But now I wanna try it for myself. Water activities aren't really Winter Island friendly, and the sea is too flat around Winhill bluffs."
"Maybe we can go to the beach today. I, uh.."
"Kait?"
"Yeah. Be back in a few. Make yourself at home." He disappeared to his bedroom to dress. He doesn't know whether to laugh over the way the mind disfigured situations of out loud movements or if he should check into a clinic in need of bed rest, due to relief.
He dressed quickly; sounds of chopping came from the kitchen as he whizzed by. It was great to get out of the house. Better that he got away with it. Heading for the Dincht residence, he gathered his son and his things then returned home.
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The delicious aroma of eggs filled the air, the most fragrant scent are the peppers and onions. He walked into the kitchen, after telling Kait to put his sneakers in the closet. He looked at the contents on the stovetop. "Omelets?"
"For you and me."
Eyes moving to the time now, he notes that it's nine o'clock. "Okay."
"Egg white, stuffed with chicken, the holy duo, and mushrooms." He shrugged. "I used what I found in the fridge."
"Chicken in an omelet?"
"I'm letting the mother see her babies one last time." He stated with a maniacal laugh.
Shaking his head in dismay, he cut a slice from the food set before him. "Mmm. That's really good."
"Thank you."
"Irvine never eats healthy. If it could kill him instantly, he'll eat it." Squall wondered if the healthy lifestyle attributed to the build of muscle screaming to be touched and appreciated.
"Yeah?" Moving his plate with him, he set it down on the counter beside Squall. "It's so weird, because, normally, I know what I'm gonna do in a day. But, being here.. It's all up in the air." He took a bite of food.
Squall listens to his house guest, all the while noticing his actions. He smiled softly then snickered.
"What?"
"Its just that, you don't eat like Irvine either." He turned his gaze to his own food unable to meet the deep two colored tone of his soulless lover's gaze. "He'd of been on his second or third plate by now, you... You eat like a bird."
Imari only laughed at that. "I happen to like enjoying my food, thank you."
"I was just making conversation."
"I take it you don't do much of that," Imari ate another tiny bite. "you're kind of bad at it."
"Gee, thanks. I never miss hearing that." Squall rolled his eyes. "Imari... Do you wanna hang out today? I mean, later on. I have work until the afternoon, but then I'm free to do whatever."
"Y-yeah, that'd be great!" Imari had to feel good about that. Squall is asking him to 'hang out' with him. He who promised no sort of care in the world beyond getting Irvine back. This could actually be really nice. 'Hn. Look at me getting a crush on another man's man - hell, a man at that. Guess I answered my own question that I gave to the tribe.'
Squall finished his breakfast and coffee too.
"Do you want another one, I'll gladly make it for you."
"No. I'm good." Curious, he asked. "What happened to the yolks, did you throw them out? Seems like a waste to me."
"No. I gave them to Pal for breakfast. He eats meat."
"Feeding bird to a bird. You really are cold." He pat the man on the shoulder before exiting the living room. From the hall he called. "You'll have to watch Kait today, the others have classes to teach."
"What do you do?" He called back to Squall who's probably in the bathroom.
"I'm an examiner."
"So what, you sit in on tests and stuff?"
"Yeah."
The bathroom door is closed and shower water is running soon after. Imari finished his meal cleaning the dishes putting them away. 'I've never babysat before. I wonder if its hard.' Taking a seat on the couch he stood back up when the door bell rang only seconds after his bottom hit the seat.
Opening the door, he smiled.
"Hey, where's Squall?"
"Showering." He steps aside to let Zell pass. "He's fed, and ready to start the day."
"I'm heading to work with Squall."
Imari nods. "I'm babysitting."
"Easiest job I ever had." Informs the shorter male.
"That's good. Any tips for me?"
"He's big on fruit, cut some of those for him and you're set."
Imari nods in all seriousness.
"And if you get tired, television, channel 112 has all his favorite shows."
"112."
"That reminds me, do you have a jewel or something that you want made into a ring, or - you said earrings, right?"
"Yeah, I have to get them from Shumi first, but I'll let you know."
Zell jumped out of his skin as the large bird landed on his shoulders, wings flapping rapidly. "What? What did I do!?" He stepped back blindly trying to remove the animal.
"What's gotten into you?" Imari asked scooping the bird into his arms holding it like a bundled up baby. "You horny or something?"
"Real nice." Exclaimed Zell, brushing a hand along his back with an awkward movement, he stopped when Imari turned him around to check for who knows what the fighter thought was back there.
Zell did not wanna think about being raped by a bird - if that's even possible. He's heard about that guy that died after being fucked by one of his sheep - a sheep!
"You're good for fluids, if that was your worry." Imari assured. Looking at the animal that still seemed adamant in getting to Zell, he exits the house setting Pal down on the balcony ledge. "Crazy bird, get out of here. You need to cool off or something."
Pal began skwaking in an uproar but did as he was told.
"And I'm usually so good with animals." Stated Zell.
Imari waved off the comment. "Trust me, it's not you. Pal's been acting weird since we left Winhill."
"Maybe he's homesick."
"Could be."
In the bathroom, Kait is spinning in a circle; Jojo swinging in his grasp. "And daddy guess what?"
"What?" He starts to rinse the shampoo from his hair.
"Mrs. Dink-tu, dintoo... How do you say it?"
"Dincht."
"Uh huh, Dincht, she brought me to a dinner."
"Diner." Corrects his father.
"Diner, and I got to have blueberry donuts with my breakfast, and some orange juice."
'Poor Imari, babysitting a sugar-rush kid won't be a picnic.' He had to smile at the thought though. That will be his punishment for slugging him the other day. "Did you really?"
"Yeah. And then I got to ride in a space ship outside, and it was fun - daddy it moved all around. Ooops!"
The clown went flying from his grip beyond the fish decorated shower curtain, popping Squall on the leg. Looking down at the shampoo and water soaked clown Squall bent over to pick it up.
'Shit.' Quickly brushing suds from his face, he reaches for his towel wrapping the doll in it. "Here, Kait," He shoved it out from the opening behind him. "Go dry it off, and I'll be out in a minute so you can talk to me."
"Okay. Thank you for saving Jojo."
Easing his tone he can tell that Kait panicked thinking that he'd be yelled at both for wetting his doll and for disrupting his shower; but its wasn't his fault, and Squall wasn't mad. As kindly as he could, he says. "You're welcome."
The boy's footsteps exited the bathroom, leaving Squall finish bathing as quickly as he said he would. Going into his bedroom, mostly dry and boxers on his son followed after him talking about his day. Once he finished with every detail his four year old memory saved, he watched his father then asked.
"Where are you going?"
"To work, you'll have Imari to play with until I get back."
"Oh."
"Do me a favor..."
"Be good?" He chirped, wanting to impress his father with his memory.
"No. Today I want you to be a little bad. Take the lid off your cup and knock it over; eat off his plate then put it back saying you don't like it, run Imari ragged."
"How come?" He cocks his head.
"Because sometimes daddy wants to be... silly." He said, though he of course meant 'cruel'.
"And you can't because you have to work?"
Squall nods to the question. "Think of it like a game."
Kait seemed to be thinking it over. Turning his head when he hears footsteps in the hall heading for his room, he walks over to Squall who's at the closet taking a shirt from the hanger. He gave his dad a hug before disappearing.
Zell and Imari are in his room unpacking his clothes and things. Kait grabbed Imari's shirt giving it a tug.
"Is it ok if I'm bad today? Daddy said to do it." He asked.
Mouth agape in mild shock, Imari says. "He did?"
The boy nods. Zell couldn't help but laugh at how Squall was busted by his own son.
"Well, you know what? You can be as bad as you like, I'll even help you."
"Oh, good." The boy breathed a sigh of relief, he seemed to sober from his celebration. "Oh, but I won't knock my cup over. I like juice."
"Zell, I'm ready." Says the examiner. "Bye, Kait," he walked over to him giving him a kiss; his movement almost let him down by shifting slightly to give a kiss goodbye to Irvine but he stopped himself, thankfully. "Bye, Imari. And don't worry about doing anything wrong, Kait's an angel."
Zell could only pat his friend on the shoulder, laughing as he left the room.
"We'll have a great time. Don't you worry."
Smiling with his secret Squall exits the house.
"So my little troublemaker, what do you wanna wreck first?" Imari asked.
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The students that have finished with their test, sit frozen in mild terror as Squall's burning gaze looked them over to ensure that no one was cheating in any way. The cadets all know of Kait, and Squall's great fondness of the child, a lot of them have even seen the man laugh and play with the child; however, in the work place, he's practically a demon of ice cold emotion and lack of tolerance for nonsense. One kid was caught texting to another for an answer, and... well, he hasn't set foot in the testing room for two years having to retake courses and help the janitors clean up at night.
Squall said that if he were willing to cheat then he hasn't learned and is not ready to be out on the battlefield, therefore, he or she should be be reminded of how far they've come the hard way. And its working brilliantly; so far everyone who cheated and had to take the tests over did extremely well - some even thanked him for it! But it hasn't happened in a long time since the first twelve offenders.
Seifer Almasy always thought that he shouldn't be so hard on the failures, coming from a place where he had to repeat many tests over. But that didn't take away the fact that he thought it was funny as hell to scare the cadets shitless. His team is insanely talented and look up to Seifer greatly, though he feels that they could be better; and that he and his rival should show them how perfection looks.
Squall said that he was flattered by the compliment. Seifer of course said that he did not mean him when he said that they should example perfection, only himself.
A student raised her hand wavering when the dual gaze fell upon her.
"What is it?"
"If we're done, may we go?" She asked in a meek voice.
Squall looked as though she was asking to go to the bathroom. What right did he have to stop a bodily need. "I don't care."
You could almost feel the shift in the air as the students restrained in the room praised that brave girl for speaking up where they could not. Four to five students looked pissed, but kept their eyes glued to their papers so-as-not to be accused of cheating.
Selphie bounced up to the open doorway waving her arms over her head to get her friend's attention.
"Hey, Selphie."
"Hi. I'm going to your place to check on Little Bird and Imari; any messages that you want me to pass along?"
"No."
"Okay. See us at lunch, we're eating together."
"Okay."
She waved over her shoulder as she exits the room.
Squall had to wonder if Kait is being bad? Knowing his son he told Imari about it, just to ensure that he didn't get in trouble for knocking something over or coloring on the walls. He still intends to get the man back for hitting him, he just needs to think of a better way than forcing him to clean an entire apartment alone.
At the Leonhart residence.
Imari strayed from the plan to mess the small home up a bit, and decided that he and Kait should do some coloring instead. The boy was in the middle of asking his friend a dozen questions, after telling him about the favorite parts in his most favorite shows. They had a lunch of fruit kebabs and chicken fingers, with a can of grape juice; which Kait had to have his poured into his cup because he gagged twice when trying to drink it from the can - he asked if he could try, Imari couldn't say no to wanting to learn a little. He even showed him how.
"Do you liiiike Word World?" Asked Kait, grabbing a blue crayon from his happy face covered bucket filled with crayons.
"I looove Word World - taught me how to read."
"Me too! And daddy taught me how - do you know that I can read the stories in Super WHY?"
"I did not know that. That's pretty cool. I wish I could read around your age."
"How old are you?"
"I don't know."
"Because you're playing pretend?"
Imari smiled. "No, I've just never really thought about it. I don't know if you know this, but I don't know a lot of personal things about myself."
"I know, daddy told me." He nods seriously. "He said that you were playing pretend but you couldn't remember that it was just a game."
"He said that?"
"Uh huh." Cocking his head he frowns. "How come you're staying with me and daddy?"
"Because he's... because your dad likes Irvine."
"I thought you were Irvine?"
"I am... sort of."
"You just forgot?"
"...Yeah." He looked down at the dog he's coloring, changing subjects he asked. "What color do you think the collar should be?"
"Purple."
"Purple it is."
Looking at his picture he then looked at Imari's. "How do you color so its not every place?"
"Huh? You mean staying inside the lines?" Imari moved his crayon over to the picture next to the one he's doing. "See the black line right here." Kait nods. "You take your crayon and trace it really carefully, and really hard so that when the scribble in the middle it bumps into the outline, and that keeps the crayon inside. Try it." He handed the boy the crayon sliding the book over.
Kait went in with full intention to impress, but the purple color strayed. Watching Imari's moving hand, he shrank his hands movement smiling when the crayon color remained inside the puppy.
"I did it!" He cheered.
"Yeah, good job. You wanna start another picture" He turned his head hearing a sound at the door. "So you can practice some more."
"Nope, I wanna play outside. Can we go?"
"Sure, we can do whatever you like." Getting up from the floor he followed the speedy child into the living room to retrieve his sneakers. "You know how to put yours on?"
"Uh huh." His feet are already inside the shoes. "I don't have ties on them."
"Maybe when you're older."
"Yeah. Do I need my jacket?"
"Not today, the weather is really nice." He opened the door when hearing a familiar pecking sound at it.
Gasping as though his best friend just walked through the door. "Pal, you're here, too?" He walked over to the large bird that's almost his size, patting it on the head. The bird cocked its head but leaned into the petting. "Can he come and play with us?"
"If he's feeling better. Pal was acting weird this morning, so I told him to go out for the day."
"Oh. But he's better now?"
"Seems like it. Come on, let's go find a park."
The walk over was nice, he let Kait lead the way since he's never been in Balamb town long enough to locate anything on his own. He's only done deliveries to the same location. But when a car came rolling by, he snagged the boy's hand keeping him at his side. The park had a few other kids playing in it; Kait, ever personable, joined in with them for a moment, then came back and asked Imari to play with him, which he did. His energy was no match for a child's.
So between following Kait around the park like it was an obstacle course, to then chasing after Pal while the bird flew the kid's clown toy around, then a round of holding the hands of every kid at the park spinning them so they could 'fly' as they deemed the feeling, he was bushed and had to call a time out while the children play hide and seek around the equipment. You have to give it to kids and their ability to play. Every one of those kids was practically out in the open but the seeker walked right by them to prolong the game since they weren't allowed to go beyond the small park.
Watching Kait had Imari thinking about the quesiton he'd asked him. 'I should know how old I am. But I don't.' He sighed. 'I should know a lot of things that I don't. Living in the dark like this is getting kind of sad really. But what can I do?' A thought crossed his mind just then.
Squall did say that it was better for him to remember Irvine as much as he can. So something really 'Irvine' should jog his memory, and take away this horrible feeling that is about to live inside of him. Empty and lonely. Tilting his head back so it rests against the back of the bench, Imari closed his eyes but opened them seconds after when something touched him.
"Ow..." Sniffled the four year old climbing into his lap. "Can you get it out?"
Holding the boy's palm in his hand he uses his fingers like pinchers to remove a nice-sized splinter from his hand. Giving an air for good measure, he hugged Kait too. "Better?"
"Uh-huh."
"How'd you get a splinter in your hand?"
"When I brushed off the swing." He pointed to the culprit. "Imari, I'm tired."
"You're tired? Wanna go home for a nap?"
"Yeah." He more nods than gets the words out.
"Okay." Looking around, he gave a whistle for Pal to follow them, and the bird hovers right at his human friend's side.
They arrive at the Leonhart home in good time, since he wasn't confined to a child's pace. He placed the boy in his bed, the blanket was raised just to his waist. Exhausted as well, Imari headed into Squall's bedroom; he removed a hunk of wood from his bag along with his knife and chistle. He should do some work before he falls behind. He has to make a 3 foot dragon and 12 horses.
Imari wasn't sure how long he had been working, but Selphie stopped by to check up on him. He told her that he was fine and was he simply doing some work; she stayed to watch.
"You're really good at that."
"Thank you."
"How long does it usually take you?"
"For things this size, two hours." He shrugged. "The dragon, though, that'll take a day maybe three."
"That's so fast." Picking up hunk of wood from the coffee table she looks it over. "I could never do anything like that. What time is it?" She looked at his watch. "Shoot, I've gotta go. See you later Imari and I'm glad that you're out of the hospital." She hugged him, eyes closed soaking in her friend's life.
Smiling, Imari then frowned over acknowledging Selphie as another person let down by his being around. Sighing he whispered to her.
"Hmm?"
"Nothing." He released her from the hold.
She knew that he'd said something, but she wasn't going to push it. She really does have to go. "Come by Garden anytime if you wanna see me. My dorm room is in the third hall room five. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Imari sat for a moment, thoughtfully nibbling on his thumbnail. "Say my name." He muttered to himself. "What does that mean?" It's what he had said to Selphie. He couldn't very well say it again, she would think he was weird - hell, he thinks he's weird! But he said it.. he just doesn't know why.
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Commentary: Sorry for the late update, but this place keeps doing maintenance at random times and I lose access to it. However, it could just be me.. because all the days that I couldn't use it, I had reads go up. So, who knows. But, thanks for reading and reviewing. I appreciate it. Not many chapters left, then I'll add the sequel which will likely just be edited with tiny changes maybe to dialogue or something. But not much.
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