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Descent

Chapter Eighteen

Indecent
Transmutation

Winry
walked outside and stretched.� It was a
bit cloudy, but it wasn�t too bad.�
Perhaps they would be in for more rain soon.� She thought it would be nice as long as it
wasn�t like the horrible storm they�d had when Ed left�

Ed...

It had
been two weeks and still no word from her friend�� She knew that Al had been calling around, but
then he�d stopped for no reason.� She had
asked him if he�d found Ed, but Al had only shrugged, saying that there were so
many possibilities as to where Ed could have gone.� He�d said that he was sure Ed was fine, and
that hopefully they would hear from him soon.

Not
exactly a lie.

Alphonse
hated lying.

But it
wasn�t exactly the truth either.

Winry was
sure her friend had stumbled on some sort of information, but had decided not
to share.� At times she just wanted to
try beating it out of him, but that wouldn�t work either.�

Ed was
like a viper; his temper fast and hot.�
If you pushed him too hard he just got pissed and bit you.� Al, on the other hand, was like an ox; his
temper slow and cool.� If you prodded him
too much, he would stubbornly wait until you were done, then continue as he had
been.

Sighing,
Winry made her way down the steps and started walking to the side of the
house.� She always felt like she was
waiting for Ed.� Why couldn�t her heart
understand that she loved Al�?� She did
care about Ed, but it was different now��
She knew that Al was the one who cared for her and since she cared about
them both, obviously the best choice would be Al.

But what
if Al left too�� She bit her lip gently�
That man from the night before had wanted Al to join their military, and Al had
refused, but what if he changed his mind?�
What if Al decided that was the best thing to do?�

Now that
she was finally learning to put aside her feelings for Ed and explore her
feelings more deeply for Al, Winry didn�t think she�d be able to bear having
him leave her� She needed him here.�
Tears began to well up in her eyes at just the thought of Al leaving
her, of making her wait just as she had waited all those years for Ed.

When she
walked around the corner of the house, she stopped.� There was the object of her thoughts,
kneeling on the ground, his back toward her, doing� something�.

�What are
you doing?��

When she
spoke he started and looked at her guiltily before standing up in a rush and
turning to face her.� She could see a
faint blush on his cheeks.� Suddenly,
something small and brown behind him scampered off��

�What was
that?� she asked suspiciously.�

His blush
deepened, then he frowned.� Peering closely at her, Al walked forward and
softly touched her cheek.�

�What�s
wrong?� he whispered in concern.

�Wha� what do you mean?� she stuttered, not realizing he had
easily sidestepped her question.

�You look
like you�re about ready to cry�� The worry
in his voice only deepened her fears.�
She looked down at the ground, not wanting him to know about her
thoughts.�

He
stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited until she looked up.� Smiling gently with a small blush on his
cheeks, Al said, �You know, angels as beautiful as you shouldn�t look so sad.�

Winry
smiled an amused smile, and shook her head.�
�Alphonse��

His
�angel� lines were so corny, but they always made her smile.� It was a sweet thought, him calling her an
angel, but she didn�t really think of herself like that.

�That�s
more like it,� he said with a grin.

�I�m
heading out back.� Join me?� she invited.

�Sure.� I was going back that way too.�

As they
began walking she looked at him in surprise.�
�You were?�

He
nodded.� �Yeah, I want to see if my
gloves are dry.�

�Oh.� So you found an array that would work?�

He sighed
and shook his head.� �I couldn�t really
come up with anything that worked as a multipurpose array.(1)� Stuff kept getting destroyed, so I decided to
just stick with the soul transfer array.�
After all, it�s unique.� No one
else has one, and it probably wouldn�t work for them anyway.�

�But what
good will it do?� Winry asked as they walked to where
the gloves were hanging on the clothes line with the rest of the laundry.�

He
examined the gloves before taking them down.�
�Oh, I don�t know.� I�m sure I�ll
be able to think of a good use, but even if I don�t� I don�t know� It�s just
nice to know that I came up with something so different.�

�Well
what if��

�Winry!�
Pinako shouted from the house.�

�I�ll be
right back,� she said before running to see what her granny wanted.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed
stepped out onto the lawn in front of the row of apartments and wiggled his
toes.� It felt nice to feel the grass
against the skin of his foot.� After
signing all those documents, it felt great to be outside.�

He wiggled
the fingers on his hand, then stretched out his arms and breathed in the cool
morning air.� Suddenly he heard a ripping
sound and froze.� Bringing his arms back
down, he slipped off the black jacket and poked a finger through the seam near
the shoulder.

Shit... he thought.� Stretching wasn�t supposed to make your
jacket rip, but then his clothes had been feeling a bit tight recently�

�What are
you doing?��

Ed looked
up to see the colonel, now dressed in military issued exercise clothes, walking
toward him.� Ed grinned slightly at how
well the black sweats and the blue tee-shirt fit his commanding officer.

�Well?� Mustang
asked again.

Ed
grunted, clapped his hands together, and fixed the hole.� �I think that old woman who does your laundry
shrunk my clothes��

�I doubt
it.�

Ed looked
up.� �Why?�

�Because
if she did, there wouldn�t be anything left.�

Growling,
Ed threw his jacket at the other man�s face and yelled, �WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO
SHORT THAT HIS CLOTHES WOULDN�T EVEN FIT AN ATOM MOLECULE IF THEY WERE A SIZE
SMALLER!�

The dark
haired man caught the jacket easily and tossed it off to the side.� �Well, there�s no one else around here is there?�

Ed
glowered darkly then moved into a fighting stance.� �Let�s do this,� he spat out irritably.�

Mustang
sighed heavily.� �I told you before; I�m
not trained in hand to hand combat.� I just
know enough to get away from the enemy.�
If you really need to spar, you should get someone else to do it with.�

Ed
snickered and said, �But I wanna do it with you.�

The older
man grinned and said, �Well, yes, I want to do it with you to, but that�s a
different matter.�

Ed shook
his head.� Mustang had to be lying.� �We fought
before during the assessment, and you practically kicked my ass.�

�That was
to assess our alchemic abilities, not our skills in hand to hand combat,� Mustang
said, waving his bare hands out for Ed to see.�

�You�re
not getting out of this, so stop whining.�

�It�s not
whining.� It�s self preservation.�

�Whatever,� Ed mumbled and shifted his footing slightly. �Now get ready.��

The older
man frowned, then took a stance Ed hadn�t ever seen before� it didn�t look like
a real fighting stance� but that didn�t matter.�
Ed was pretty sure the colonel was just trying to bluff him out like
always.� Well, it wasn�t going to work
this time.� He wanted to spar and Mustang
just happened to be the most accessible sparing partner.�

�Ready?� Ed
asked, and noticed the other man looked a bit pale.� Maybe he needed more sun��

He
watched as Mustang swallowed hard, and thought briefly that the colonel was
doing a great job at pretending to be nervous�

�GO!� Ed
shouted and rushed forward.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Al pulled
the gloves tight over his hands and flexed the fingers.� The fabric was a bit stiff, but nothing that
wouldn�t ease up in time.� Turning his
hands over, Al looked at the arrays drawn on the palms of his gloves.�

His arrays�

He felt very
proud of his work.� The research he�d
done had been thorough and nothing had gone wrong the last few times he had
used it.�

Eagerly,
Al looked around to find something to try his new gloves on.� There really wasn�t anything that resembled a
human figure around.� Not that it
mattered.� Al was sure he could attach
his soul to anything.� It just seemed odd
to use something that was not person-like.�

As he
scanned his surroundings, his eyes fixed on the laundry.� Not exactly humanish,
but it would do, he supposed.� Al moved
closer to the clothes line, letting his eyes wander
over the tops and bottoms moving with the slight breeze.

His eyes
landed on Winry�s black top that she wore when working on automail.� Not exactly a shirt� more
like� a piece of cloth to just cover her�

He
blushed deeply and glanced over his shoulder toward the back door.� It wasn�t as if anyone was around�� Licking his lips, Al quickly clapped his hand
together in the unnecessary imitation of his brother, and touched the black
cloth.

He was
instantly aware of the top�s swinging motion and the cool air surrounding
it.� If he closed his eyes it was almost
like being rocked�

Winry
crashed through the door, interrupting his thoughts.

�I�ve got
an automail job in, like, fifteen minutes!� she exclaimed grabbing her overalls
from the clothes line.� �You�ll have to
show me your transmutation later, okay?�

Al nodded
dumbly and watched her grab the black top with wide eyes.� He thought vaguely that he should tell her
about what he�d just done, but when he opened his mouth to say something she
was already rushing back inside the house.

This isn�t good, Al thought to himself as he hurried
through the door after her.�

�Winry!�
he yelled, running up the stairs after her.

�Later
Al!� the blond mechanic called back before shutting the door to her room.

For a
moment he stood in front of her door, trying to decide what to do, before
slipping into his own room, and closing the door quietly behind him.� Standing in the middle of his room he cursed
himself for what he was about to do, then shut his eyes and concentrated on
that piece of Winry�s clothing.�

He was
the top�

The cloth
had no eyes so he couldn�t see anything, but he could feel what it would be like to be the top.

He felt a
surface beneath the cloth.

She must have thrown it on the
bed.

Then
hands picking up the black fabric.

I shouldn�t be doing this.

He opened
his mouth, trying to get more air into his lungs as he felt Winry�s arms slip
through the top.� The fabric slid down
her skin and he could feel the smoothness of her against the rough material.�

His heart
was beating fast and his breathing was ragged.

This is wrong.�

He felt
Winry�s fingers hold tightly to the fabric and pull it down over her firm
breasts.

Abandoning
what was left of his self control; Al dropped to his knees, yanked his gloves
off, undid the belt on his pants, and pulled out his hard erection.

The teen
moved his hand up and down over his manhood as he felt the fabric expand
slightly with her breathing, her chest rubbing against the cloth.� It was as if he could feel it all over his
body, and yet he was separate from where the other piece of his soul was.� It was all so confusing, but amazing�� She adjusted the top and he could feel the
dark fabric conform around her hard nipples.

�Oh my gosh�� Al breathed as he felt her hand run over her top,
pressing the fabric against her skin.� Most
likely she was making sure all the wrinkles were smoothed out.� His hand moved faster and suddenly the
pleasure he was giving himself and the sensations coming from the fabric were
too much.� His body stiffened and he
pushed hard into his hand before collapsing to the hard wooden floor.

Suddenly Al
was no longer aware of the top at all, and knew that the missing part of his
soul had returned.� He groaned and pushed
himself up onto his hands and knees.�
Thick, white liquid dripped from his softening member and made milky
drops on the wooden floor.

Moaning,
both from the pleasure and from the guilt, Al crawled over to his small pile of
dirty laundry and fished out a towel to clean up the mess.� He couldn�t believe what had just happened.�

If Winry ever found out�

He
shuddered.

She�d
probably kill him�

Al felt
bitterly ashamed at what he had done, but at the same time it had been the most
amazing experience he�d ever had.�

After
getting his body back, one of the shocks of being in a body that was in the
middle of puberty had been the wet dreams and the constant hard-ons.� At first it had
been alarming and embarrassing.� He�d
thought about asking Ed about what to do, after all, his brother had more
knowledge in that area than he did.� But
with Ed�s bad mood swings, and increasingly foul mind, Al just hadn�t felt comfortable
about doing so.

Then one
day Al had caught Ed servicing himself in one of the sheds.�� It had been an embarrassing moment for both
of them, but the encounter had definitely given Al something to think about.� He�d never thought of doing that to himself�
Really he didn�t know much about sex or anything like that.� It had meant little to him when he was a
small boy and even less when his soul had been attached to the armor.

Al threw
the towel back into the basket and refastened his belt before lying on the bed.

His first
time jerking off had really been something too��
He�d actually passed out from the pleasure�� It had still been when his senses were new
and novel.� Not that they weren�t
wonderful now too, but those first couple of months after he got his body
back�well, everything had been
amazing.

�Winry�s
going to kill me,� he mumbled to himself, as he let his eyes close.

Al
supposed he should be scolding himself more, but the only thing he could think
of was touching Winry with his own fingers and�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Roy hissed as Ed laid the icepack on
his side.�

�I�m
sorry�� the boy mumbled for probably the millionth time.

�I told
you not to worry about it,� Roy
said, and he meant it.� He�d known the
risks of getting hurt were pretty high, but the thought of sparring with him
had seemed to make Ed happy�� Roy wanted to encourage
the teen to start living his life again, and not wallow in things that couldn�t
be changed.

Apparently,
he was doing a lousy job because now Ed was near tears over their �sparring
match�, if you could call it a sparring match.�
It was more Edward Elric kicking the shit out of Roy Mustang.� Well, it hadn�t lasted long anyway, and
truthfully Roy
was pretty pleased with how well he�d done dodging so many of the boy�s attacks.� He was going to have a few bruises, but it
had been that one kick to the ribs that had taken him down.

The kick
had come from Ed�s real foot, thankfully, and Roy was sure everything would be fine.� He�d just be sore for a few days.�

Ed, on
the other hand, had begun freaking out when that kick had dropped his superior
officer like a sack of potatoes.� The boy
had instantly begun fussing over him and Roy
had even caught the words, �just like Al� coming from the other alchemist�s murmurings.�

�Can I
get you anything else?� Ed asked anxiously.

�You
know, I�m going to be fine.� I didn�t
even break anything,� Roy
said, shifting on the bed.

The blond
only looked down at him in concern.

Sighing, Roy said, �I could use a
drink.�

�Okay,� Ed
said, then dashed out of the room.

�Um�� Roy said in quiet sarcasm
to the empty doorway.� �I�ll take a Mojito(2),
heavy on the lime, light on the mint.�

Roy stared dolefully at the doorway
and listened to the clattering in the kitchen.�
After a few minutes Ed returned with a glass and asked, �Do you need
help sitting up?�

The colonel
shook his head and pushed himself painfully into a sitting position before
taking the glass from the boy.� He
sniffed it and took a sip.

Water.

�Thanks,
Ed.� This is exactly what I wanted,� he lied,
trying not to sound disappointed.�
Unfortunately, he must have been doing a bad job because the blond
looked from the glass to Roy
and back to the glass with an unhappy look.

Roy took another sip and set the
glass down on the table, then patted the empty mattress beside him.� Frowning, Ed walked around to the other side
of the bed, then crawled over to where Roy was laying.

�I really
am sorry�� Ed said again as he
snuggled next to the older man.�

Roy put his arm around the boy and pulled
him close.� �I did tell you I don�t
really do hand to hand combat.�

The blond
teen looked sheepish.� �I thought you
were bluffing��

�Well,
now you know it�s the truth,� Roy
said, then whispered, �You still want to know if
there�s anything you can do for me?��
When Ed nodded, Roy
took the boy�s hand and moved it to the black sweats, over his crotch.

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Ed
swallowed hard.� He could feel the lump
that was Mustang�s manhood; still semi-soft under the sweats.� Ed could feel the man growing more aroused by
the second.� The blond alchemist�s heart
was pounding hard in his chest.� He�d
never touched another man there
before��

The colonel
gently rubbed his hand over Ed�s, yet the pressure was hard enough that Ed�s palm was ground against the swelling erection.�

�Ed,� the
dark haired man whispered.� Ed moved his
gaze to meet Mustang�s.� �You don�t have
to if you don�t want to.�

He
swallowed again.� �No� I� I want to.� I�ve just never��

The other
alchemist smiled faintly.� �Don�t worry.� I�ll help you.� You�ll be fine.�� Suddenly Mustang guided Ed�s hand to the
waistband of the sweats, then the hand that was
covering his moved away.� The air felt
cool against that part of his skin, and Ed felt as if something were missing; a
part of him gone somehow.

Mustang
made a motion with his hand and Ed instantly understood what was supposed to
come next without any words being said.�
He got to his knees for better leverage and slid his fingers under the
top of the sweats.� When the colonel took
in a sharp breath, Ed looked up in concern, thinking perhaps he had done
something wrong.

The other
man smiled reassuringly and said, �I just wasn�t expecting the sudden
cold.� Don�t worry.�

Ed looked
down.�

Sudden cold?�

Then it
hit him.

He didn�t
have his gloves on and the metal on his automail fingers would most definitely
be cool against the skin.�

�Sorry��
he murmured.

Fucking automail, Ed cursed in his mind.� He hated the damn things, but it was better
than nothing at all he supposed.

Slowly he
pulled the bottoms down and carefully lifted the waistband over the other man�s
hardening sex.� Mustang was definitely
aroused, but then come to think of it�

So was
he.

The short
alchemist pushed the sweats down to the older man�s knees, then looked back up
to the colonel for more instructions.�
Mustang took Ed�s real hand, and again moved it to his arousal.� He gingerly touched his fingers to the colonel�s
manhood which was now standing at full attention.

Different.

Touching
another man was just so different.

Gently,
he wrapped his hand around Mustang�s cock and frowned.� It was bigger than his by quite a bit and it
felt foreign in his grip.� Ed felt a bit
stupid, making comparisons between himself and the colonel, but he couldn�t
help it.� And it wasn�t as if he�d never seen the man�s penis� He�d just never touched it before...��

Again he
looked to Mustang for direction.� Should
he just start pumping away or was there something specific he should be doing�?

Ed
thought his feelings must be obvious, because the other man just smiled and
reached into the nightstand drawer.� Ed�s
forehead crinkled in confusion as the colonel brought out a large bottle and
opened it.�

�Hold out
your hand,� the man said, and Ed did as he was told.

Mustang
squeezed the bottle and a clear, thick gel oozed from the bottle and into his
hand.� It was cold, slimy, and kind of�

�Gross�� Ed
whispered.

Mustang
chuckled.� �Don�t worry, there�s nothing
in there that you wouldn�t recognize.�
I�ll let you read the ingredients later.�

Ed looked
down into his hand, to Mustang, then again to the glob of clear slime.� It was then that he remembered how Mustang
had taken his saliva and spread it around��
The blond teen, guided by the image of what the colonel had done
himself, moved his hand down and began spreading the ooze over Mustang�s
manhood.�

Encouraged
by a moan from his superior officer, Ed wrapped his hand again around the dark
haired man�s arousal and moved it slowly up and down the hard length.�

There was
another moan from the man, then, �Faster Ed��

Looking
from what he was doing, to Mustang�s face, Ed increased the pace.� It was intriguing to see how much pleasure he
was giving the other man.� He, Edward
Elric, was the one who was making the colonel moan.� He was the one in control at the moment.� It was exhilarating and frightening at the
same time.�

What
would happen if he just stopped?� The
pleasure would stop.� Obviously Mustang
could just push him aside and finish the job himself, but what if the other
man�s hands were confined somewhere else?�
Could he make the older alchemist beg
him to continue?� �

Oh fuck...

His
thoughts were arousing in a way that he would have never thought possible.� Being the one in control� Ed had never been
in control.� He had always been one step
behind, always seemed to be dancing on someone else�s strings.�

Ed
suddenly had a bizarre understanding of the man he was pleasuring.� Roy Mustang liked to be in control.� Ed had always known that, but� but now� The
younger alchemist�s thoughts were bouncing around wildly in his head.� Was it the same as this?� Did the other man get hard thinking about
what he could make other people do?� Had
it been a turn on, knowing he had been moving Ed around like a pawn on a
chessboard all those years?�

Was power
just as enjoyable as this?

Or
perhaps this was the real power in the world.

�Ed�� the
other man moaned and panted, coming to a climax.

The blond
grimaced slightly at the other man�s seed dripping down his slick hand.� It wasn�t as if Ed had never gotten his own on himself, but it was just� different� when it was
someone else�s�

Ed turned
his head when he felt fingers brush his cheek.�
�You sure that was your first time giving a hand job?�� The teen blushed slightly at the compliment,
or at least he thought it was a compliment�

Mustang�s
eyes trailed down, and Ed blushed even more when the older man said, �I�m
guessing you enjoyed it?��

The
thought of making the colonel beg for it came again to his mind and Ed felt his
cock twitch.� Enjoyed it?� Hell yeah he had enjoyed it� Maybe one day
he�d be able to live out those fantasies too, but for right now he would just
be too embarrassed to even mention them�

�Yeah��
Ed managed to croak, then flexed his wet and sticky
fingers.�

�Ed.�� He looked into the other mans black
eyes.� �Let me watch you.�

The
blond�s brow creased.� �Watch me�?��

When the
corner of Mustang�s mouth curled into a small smirk, it dawned on Ed what the
man was talking about.� The older man
chuckled and said, �If any more blood comes to your face, I�m going to start
worrying about you getting a nose bleed.�

�I
haven�t ever� in front of someone else before�� Ed mumbled.

�You
don�t have to, if you don�t want to�� the colonel said, but Ed thought the man
sounded a bit disappointed.

Ed
swallowed hard and used his dry hand to unfasten his belt and tug off his
leather pants.� They were definitely too tight� that woman must have done something to the fabric�
After throwing the bottoms on the floor he got into a half kneeling, half
sitting position facing the dark haired man.

The short
teen looked nervously at the other man for a moment before bringing his slick
hand to his own erection.� The slime
covering his hand had gone a bit cold and he blinked at the sensation.� His body heat and the motion of his hand
warmed the gel quickly though and it didn�t take long for Ed to realize why
Mustang wanted to use the stuff.� It did
feel a little different at first, but it was nice and�

;-;-;-;-;-;-;

Roy watched intently as the younger
alchemist pleasured himself.� He had
watched other people jerking off before, but it wasn�t the same when you were
watching someone you cared for; especially when you�d never seen them do it
before.�

Although
Ed had been nervous at first, the boy seemed to lose his apprehension as he got
lost in the enjoyable sensations.� The
blond�s head had dropped, but not before Roy
had watched his eyes close in pleasure.�

Ed�s
bangs covered most of what Roy
could see of the other alchemist�s face, but he could make out the teen�s open
mouth, gasping for air, and a small trickle of saliva dripped from the boy�s
lips to the bed.�

Strangely
enough, except for the heavy breathing, Ed made no other sounds, and even the
blond�s breathing seemed quieter than it had been when Roy had pleasured the boy.� He made a mental note to ask the blond about
it later.� Roy watched Ed clench his teeth, still
keeping any sound from coming out, when he came to a climax.� After a minute, the teen looked up in
embarrassment, unsure what to do next.

�Thank
you Ed,� Roy
whispered.� When the younger alchemist
nodded, Roy
moved the icepack from his side and removed the small towel that was
surrounding it.� Tossing the towel to Ed,
Roy said, �It
was getting a bit damp anyway.�

�What�
what is this stuff�?� Ed asked, wiping his hand on the towel.�

�Lube.�

�Lube?�

�Short
for lubrication,� Roy
said in amusement.

�Oh.� Well, I guess it fits the description� it�s kinda messy though��

Roy chuckled.� �Well, there are other uses for it too.�

Ed leaned
over and began cleaning up the mess he�d left after getting Roy off.�
�And what are those?�

Roy grinned.� �You can be sure I�ll tell you about them.�

The blond
looked up.� �But not right now?�

The colonel
shook his head.� �I want to wait until I�m
not injured first.�� Ed�s face took on a
guarded look, and the older alchemist laughed.�
�Besides, I don�t think you�re ready yet.�

�Whatever,� Ed grunted and got off the bed.�

Absentmindedly,
Roy picked up
the glass on the end table as he watched his young lover tug the leather pants
on and took a sip of the liquid.�
Instantly the colonel�s face screwed up into a scowl and he put the
water back.� He really needed to teach Ed
what he meant when he said he wanted a drink��

�Fucking
pants� old bitch� shrunk� damn�� Ed was
muttering as he buckled his belt.

Roy frowned and let his eyes sweep
over the seventeen year old, and suddenly he realized that that his short
subordinate�s problem wasn�t shrunk laundry.

No.�

Not at all.

Edward
Elric was getting taller. (3)

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1)
Although in the movie Al can do different things with the arrays on his gloves,
after much thought I decided to keep it his array to something more
specific.� I like the idea of Ed and Al
having abilities that are distinctly theirs.

2) Mojito is an alcoholic drink (obviously) consisting of 2-3
oz of light rum, juice of 1 lime, 2 tsp sugar, 2-4 mint sprigs and soda
water.� It�s served in a highball glass
and garnished with a mint sprig.� Mustang
is obviously being sarcastic here since Ed wouldn�t know one
liquor from another.

3) In the movie Ed has grown a couple of inches since the end of
the series. In the movie, Ed is eighteen, and in this story Ed is seventeen,
but he will be eighteen soon. I thought it would be interesting to incorporate
that part of the movie into this story.

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I�m sorry for the wait.� It�s nearing finals and I have three huge
group project, a stupid, but time consuming, term
project as well as regular homework and studying for final exams...�

I�ll try to get the next chapter
up sooner.� Again, sorry for the wait,
but I hope it was worth it.

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