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Unsettling Affairs	By : xkesshoux Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Each
individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings,
different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple
people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have
written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to
have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The
others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am
posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project
with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the
fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!

Love
and let Love

Rating:
R (Language, nearsmut...yay..)
Pairings: Do I need to keep
saying this over and over?
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Don't sue meeeee!
Spoilers: Hell if I know anymore
:D
Setting: Fuhrer's office, Havoc's apartment.
Timeline:
Day after the previous section.

Roy
glanced over at Ed, then to Havoc on the opposite couch. That damn
Bradley sure was taking his sweet time making them wait in this
ungodly huge office. Just the size of this place made him
uncomfortable. Sure, he was aiming for this to be his office,
but still. It reeked of Bradley, and he hated being here.

Edward
ran his fingers through his ponytail again, for the umpteenth time
this afternoon. He couldn't quite remember the last time he was in
here, even though it shouldn't have been that long ago. He assumed it
was due to his prior instability. With a yawn, he watched Roy fidget
for a moment, hearing a fly buzzing somewhere nearby. "What's
taking him so long anyway? Inconsiderate je-mmnff!" he
was cut off by Roy's hand covering his mouth, in response to which he
just glared.

Bradley
blew into the office, scaring the skirt off his secretary and making
Mustang jump. It was a tiny twitch but it was there, and he savored
it. He spared a brief nod and smile to the rather sulky-looking
chimera, then seated himself behind his desk. "Thank you for
coming, gentlemen."

Roy
nodded, not really looking at Bradley. "If you want our help so
badly, you should tell your friends to lay off.." He really
wasn't in the mood for this, yesterday was just a genuine Bad Day.

Bradley
steepled his fingers. "What happened yesterday was done entirely
without my knowledge. Rest assured that I have taken... sufficient
measures for punishment."

Edward
grumbled to himself. Yesterday had been hell. What's more, Roy
wouldn't say a word other than that 'they have Al' and that
'he'll be alright'. It sort of pissed him off.

"Not
only that, but what happened to Havoc and to myself prior as well..."
Roy responded, still not looking at the man, but to Jean instead.

The
chimera blinked and frowned at Mustang. What had gotten him so...
distant? Roy hadn't even eaten anything last night before locking
himself in the bedroom and refusing to come out.

"I
can't help it that my colleagues are complete and utter prats,"
Bradley said diplomatically.

Roy
averted his gaze again, training it on the space between himself and
Havoc. "That aside, let's get down to business then.."

Bradley
noticed the somewhat strained interplay between the trio. Ah... then
Mustang had apparantly let Lust's little... mugging get to him and
had not told the other two. It would be interesting to see how it
played out. "Of course. What is it that you know about these
chimerae?"

"All
I know is that the one named Fawkes is most likely the son of one of
our previous alchemists. What we've gathered is that this alchemist,
formerly known as Paul Delgardie, most likely created these seven
abominations in a project funded by the military, known as Predator.
Certainly you know all of this already, am I wrong?" Roy finally
looked to Bradley, eye narrowed.

Ed
huffed. "Just tell us what to do already, old man! The longer we
wait, the more likely it is we're all going to be killed! Because of
you people, Roy and I nearly were killed!"

Bradley
considered Mustang's information."Paul Delgardie? A relation to
the rather charming little fox chimera Lisa?" Under the inane
babble, though, his mind was working at top speed, trying to dredge
up information about the Predator project. This just got more and
more interesting.

"HEY!
Are you even listening to me! You damn b-mmnf!" Ed
tried to bite Roy's hand this time, but failed, glaring once again.

Bradley
smiled pleasantly as Havoc sank down into his seat, the chimera's
cheeks faintly pink. "I am listening to you, Fullmetal."

Ignoring
Ed's constant nipping, Roy kept his hand over the boy's mouth and
continued. "Yes, her uncle to be precise. We know that the viper
was put under my command for nearly three years, and that during that
time she assassinated several people, including the late Colonel
Stanson and the late Brigadier General Hughes.." Mustang
hesitated, the ranks sounded foreign to his ears, felt heavy on his
tongue.

"H'm.
A fine alchemist, Lisa is. And talented too, though a little abusive
if one is bothering a patient of hers –" At Ed's outraged
squeal and Havoc's embarrassed coughing fit, Bradley pulled himself
together. "The Predator project predates the Ishvar war,
Mustang. I'm not quite sure who initiated it, but the funding has
been made public through the budget reports." He smiled
ruefully. "Well, only semi-public. It was tacked onto 'Medical
Research.'"

"All
records of Predator have conveniently disappeared, any research left
behind when Delgardie fled was destroyed, along with the facilities.
It's been covered up, it's just coincidence I happened to have known
about it."

Roy ran
the fingers of his free hand through his hair. "Other than that,
there isn't much else to be known, other than that Fawkes is out to
kill us all, and you're next on his list, apparently, as he told me
before turning me into a cyclops." Strangely enough, there was a
bit of bitter amusement in his voice.

"There
is absolutely nothing wrong with that," Bradley said mildly,
tapping his own patch thoughtfully. "H'm. It would be no great
loss to the world in general if I was destroyed, but I'm arrogant
enough to want to be able to pick an opponent worthy enough of me and
to be able to do things my way." He leaned back. "How
did you even manage to find out so much about Predator?"

"It's
pieced together from death records, Fawkes' dropped information, and
degrading newspaper clippings from the Central Archives, along with
common sense and luck. I really don't know how we've managed, but I
do believe that it's not so much we've managed to figure it out,
moreso that we've be allowed to figure it out." Confident
that Edward would stay quiet now for a while, Roy removed his hand,
wiping it on his pants. "Most of it is thanks to Hughes, though,
and his ungodly habit of collecting information of any and all
kinds."

"There
was also some information at Lisa's place if you had taken your head
out of the clouds long enough to look through it," Havoc said in
a low voice, still slightly embarrassed.

Roy did
his best to act nonplussed at that. "Either way.."

"Then
apparently you know more than I do," Bradley commented. "Do
you have any idea how to assault these maniacs?"

"We
haven't the faintest clue." Roy admitted, quite flatly.

Havoc
shrugged, sitting up a little straighter in his chair. "My guess
is just go to wherever their hide out is and go in and kill them. We
don't really have any other choice, unless someone else can come up
with one." The flat, weary resignation in his voice was familiar
to anyone that had survived the Ishvar war.

"That's
smart, walk straight into an unknown territory, against unknown foes,
and kick their asses. Let's just hand them the gun while we're at
it!" Ed slumped back against the back of the couch.

Roy
sighed, shaking his head. "He has a point, it's not exactly a
very good plan if we expect to get out of this alive..."

"They
already have guns," Havoc said absently.

"Jean,
you're not helping..." Roy muttered, eyes downcast once more.
Really though, they knew it had to be done, but in all actuality,
could it really be done?

"Face
it," Havoc said. "We don't have an icicle's chance in hell.
Never really did. There is no 'good' plan and no 'bad' plan. The only
plan we have is to kill them. If you want to nitpick about it, go
ahead. But if you really think long and hard about it, we've been
screwed from the beginning; we've been set up perfectly."

Roy
continued to focus on the ground. "Then when do we leave..."

"I'll
give you five days," Bradley said quickly, heading off the
coming explosion – a cranky and irate Havoc plus an indifferent
and angsting Mustang equaled Very Bad News. "I recommend that
you use the next two days to relax and... h'm... level? with one
another, then report back here for outfitting and official orders."
He stood. "Dismissed, gentlemen."

Roy
nodded, getting to his feet without another word. There really were
no words, it was as if the next five days could possibly be the last,
and it was a heavy atmosphere that really didn't allow for words.
There wasn't anything that was going to change it, all they could do
was prepare.

Havoc
followed quietly, nudging Ed along. He had quite a good rant stored
up for the grumpy Roy; though, maybe the man would volunteer
information without the emotional thumbscrews.

Flopping
down on the couch, Ed yawned. "So now what?" It was obvious
he was far more energetic at the moment than the other two were.

Havoc
glared at Mustang, his energy slowly seeping back. "Now I ask
why the hell Mustang is trying his hardest to ignore us."

Roy
lifted his head, glancing between the two somewhat irritated looking
blondes. "...What?"

Havoc's
eyebrow gave a first-rate twitch. "Roy, you didn't eat anything
last night and you barricaded yourself into my bedroom. Since we met
you on the way back from the hotel, you've been avoiding us like the
plague. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The
dark-haired man turned his head. "It's nothing important, don't
worry about it.."

Ed rolled
his eyes. "We've both known you too long for that kind of
bullshit, Roy. We're not idiots you know.."

"So
kindly do us the favor of actually trusting us enough to tell
us what's wrong." Havoc's eyes narrowed. "If you can't
trust us with this, then you're going to be absolutely worthless in
combat."

"It's
not a matter of trust, Jean. It's a matter of I don't want to fucking
talk about it, okay?" Roy slid into the same chair he'd slept in
two nights before, eyes on the ceiling.

Ed had a
sneaking suspicion this had to do with those damn homunculi. He
didn't know why he felt that way, but for some reason, he did. Maybe
it was because he knew the air of humiliation they left a person
wallowing in, just maybe.

"That's
not a good answer, Mustang." Havoc loomed over the seated
man. "This is worrying me, Roy. You're pretending that nothing
happened when we both damn well know that you're traumatized from
something. And I want to know what!"

Roy
looked up at Havoc, hand on the side of his neck. When he moved it
there, he hadn't noticed, must have been some subconscious action. "I
don't want to talk about it.. I want to forget about
it.."

Havoc was
hurt more by the show of reluctance than he'd care to admit. "I've
never hid anything from you before," he said quietly.

Mentally
debating whether or not he should join in, Edward watched from the
couch, not really knowing what to say or do. There were things he'd
never told Havoc, too, but that was probably because he told Roy
first...

"I
don't know what to say about it... It's something I'd rather not
relive, not even verbally... It's not that I'm hiding it from you.."
Roy paused for a moment, sighing softly. "It's that I'm hiding
it from myself.."

Havoc's
jaw clenched and his eyes radiated disapproval. He turned on his heel
and abruptly headed for the kitchen.

"What
the hell do you expect me to say!" Roy buried his face in his
hands, frustrated with the way things were going, but mostly with
himself. "Don't just walk away..."

"Was
it Envy?" Ed finally spoke up, golden eyes focused on Roy. "It
was one of them, wasn't it?"

There was
a rattling of tins and a muffled curse. "Fair's fair, Mustang.
Tell. Now."

"Envy
took Alphonse... By characteristics, I'd say the other was Lust... If
you really care to know, Jean, she tried to molest me, are you happy
with that?"

"A
little bit better. At least you told me." Havoc poked his head
through the doorway. "See, that wasn't so hard." He was
still ticked, yes, but at least he wasn't ticked at Roy.

Edward's
gaze was sympathetic, the humiliation was there alright, though he'd
never actually heard of Lust living up to her name, it seemed more as
Envy doing her share of the sinning. Now that it was out, he really
didn't know what to say about it..

Running
his fingers through his hair, Roy stood up, headed for the bedroom
again. "Harder than you think..."

Havoc
came out of the kitchen, intercepting the morose brunette with a hand
on the man's chest. "Roy, we do care. We've all had our run-ins
with various homunculi. You shouldn't let this get to you so badly."
His blue eyes were worried. "Just... what... no, relax, all
right?"

"Relax?
That's definitely easier said than done in this situation..."
One dark eye met Havoc's. "Any ideas on how I might go about
doing such a thing?"

Somehow,
Ed had managed to fall asleep, sprawled out on the couch. He'd been
up all night the night before, so it really wasn't all too
unreasonable.

Havoc
sighed, defeated. "Fine. Go on, then. Sulk. You're not even
going to try to listen to me this time around, so it's a wasted
effort."

Roy
frowned. "Don't give me that look, you and Edward are all I've
got..." He reached up, brushing a few strands of hair out of
Havoc's face. "Besides, you look like a wet cat that way..."

"I
know." He gave a tiny smile. "I know."

Roy
rested his head briefly against Havoc's chest, then looked up again.
"Will you help me forget again? Like last time?" Dark gaze
almost pleading, questioning. "We've got two days, let's just
get lost in them..."

Smile
turned slightly bitter, Havoc wrapped his arms around Roy. "It
would be my honor, sir."

Somehow
managing to wriggle free, Roy dragged Havoc through the bedroom door.
Slipping out of his shoes, he crawled up on the bed to sit, arms
outstretched for Jean to come. "Not that I mind you calling me
sir, but I'd feel better if you'd just call me by my name, Jean..."

This time
his smile was genuine, warm and loving. He slid next to Roy, letting
the smaller man's arms wrap around his neck, and nuzzled the scar he
had left on him. "Of course, Roy."

Havoc
yawned and stretched, quietly letting himself out of the bedroom. Roy
was peacefully asleep (finally!), even though the man had clung like
a goddamn limpet. He hiked up his pyjama pants up and plopped down
into an armchair. Damn. He felt old.

Stirring
slightly, the lump on the couch (formerly known as Edward Elric),
rolled over, mumbling in his sleep. "No...Aru...you can't make
the kitty dance...mnn..."

Havoc
stared at the lump, a slow grin spreading over his face. Then he
burst out laughing.

Grimacing,
Ed grudgingly opened one eye. "What the hell is wrong with you!
I was trying to sleep!"

"With
dreams of dancing kitties in your head," Havoc replied, trying
to control/muffle his snickers. "Really Ed, if you're going to
sleep, don't say stupid things while you're doing it."

The
nineteen-year-old just sat up, staring blankly. "Huh?" The
words made some sense, but not too much at the moment.

"You
were talking in your sleep," Havoc clarifed, finally calming
down enough to be coherent. "Something having to do with making
a kitty dance."

Ed
blinked, then shook his head. "Anyway, I'm up now, and
it's your fault. What'cha gonna do about it?"

Havoc
shrugged. "Just sit here for the moment. I'm not feeling too
ambitious right now."

Pulling
one of the couch pillows into his lap and hugging it to his chest, Ed
frowned. "Why so?"

Havoc
gave him a Look, coupled with a faint groan as he shifted and
something popped. "You aren't nearly old enough to be
told."

Edward
simply pouted. "What did I tell you about those old comments?"
Not that it really mattered, but he tried.

"You'd
better be kidding, or so help me..."

"Oh
come on, I'm just trying to lighten the mood, give me a break here!"
Ed proceeded to throw the pillow at Jean.

Havoc met
the pillow halfway and tackled the smaller blonde. "I'm sure you
were. You just want to see me in a collar."

Ed
chuckled a bit, squirming. "Sure, maybe that would be a nice
perk, but honest I was just trying to lighten the mood. Looks like it
worked.."

Havoc
considered that. "'A nice perk?' I'm offended, gopher-boy. You
should apologize."

"Oh
come on, get over it." Ed poked Havoc's nose.

Havoc
made a face and began to tickle Ed. "Because you say so?"

Ed
wriggled beneath the taller man, trying to get away. "HEY!
That's not fair! QUIT THAT!"

"Nope."
Havoc continued to tickle the boy, enjoying himself greatly.

Fighting
back giggles, and failing miserably, Ed continued to squirm.
"Comeon!" He curled up trying to squish Havoc's fingers.
"Please, heyheydammitstop!"

Havoc
still managed to wiggle his fingers around the giggling mess of Ed.
"I told you, no. I'm enjoying myself right now."

"Well
I'm not!" Still trying to wriggle free, Ed only managed
to get himself tangled up, flailing.

Havoc
caught a thrashing automail arm. "Hey, watch that."

Ed
stopped wriggling, simply staring up at Havoc and pouting. "It's
your fault for tickling me in the first place."

"You
deserved it." Havoc frowned abruply. "Damn, that shirt's
big on you."

Blinking,
Edward just stared at him. "What's that got to do with
anything?"

Havoc
grinned impishly. "It just sort of... came up, y'know?"

A
mischievious little smile quirked the corners of Ed's lips. "Alright
then... So do something about it."

Lazily,
Havoc tugged on a section of hem that had ridden up during the tickle
attack. "There are several things I can do," he remarked,
scooting down to lay an affectionate nip on the bit of bare skin. "I
can molest you here and now on the couch, let you molest me, or I can
just start tickling you again."

The nip
made him twitch, and Ed reached out with his human hand to ruffle
Havoc's hair. "Doesn't it only count as molestation if one party
or the other doesn't want it?"

Havoc
gave a full-body shrug. "I don't know. I never put together a
civil case."

"Then
by all means, molest away."

Havoc
sighed. "Why am I doing all the work?" he said plaintively.

"It's
not like I can exactly do much whilst pinned, you know..." Ed
looked up at Jean, mocking innocence.

"You
could have asked." Havoc released his arm, adjusting his weight
so Ed could at least move. "And more than half of this is your
fault, considering you decided to tie yourself in knots around me."

"What
else was I supposed to do? You were tickling me!" Edward
poked Havoc's forehead.

"That
was your fault, too," Havoc said, cheerfully unrepentant. "And
watch your poking, will you?" He dropped his head to briefly
touch his tongue to the side of the younger man's neck. "You
might make me start tickling you again."

Ed tilted
his head a bit. "I would really appreciate if you wouldn't do
something like that, though... I'll be good.."

Havoc
smiled. "That's definitely a step in the right direction.
Anything else you want to tell me before I sit up and let you take
over?"

Ed
pouted. "What if I don't want to take over?"
Wrapping his arms around the older man's waist, he kept Havoc where
he was. "What if I like it like this?"

"What
if I don't want to do all the work?" Havoc murmured. "Do we
always have to be uneven?"

Edward
pretended to think about it for a moment, then shifted a bit. "Then
how about I get you started?"

Havoc
laughed a little at the phrasing. "Be my guest."

"Well
that's a bit hard from down here..." Despite being generally
pinned still, Ed had already managed to work off his shoes, seeing as
he'd fallen asleep in full attire not long after they'd gotten home.

Still
grinning a bit, Havoc moved back, allowing Ed to sit up. "You're
not creative at all, right now."

Ed pouted
again, scooting back a bit and shoving Havoc against the far side of
the couch, sitting on his lap. "So sue me, I just woke up. I
don't see you making any great effort at making sure I'm fully
awake, so no complaining dammit."

"And
tickling you halfway senseless didn't wake you up?" Havoc said,
lips quirking slightly. One hand tugged Ed foreward into a kiss,
while another hand, claws unsheathed, crept up underneath his shirt,
playing across his back.

Ed
shivered slightly, back arching at Havoc's touch. Absently he mused
that this couch was definitely not big enough for these things, but
that the table was in the way as well, once more making things
difficult. His mind scanned over several possible scenarios before
deciding what would work best, all before he even broke the kiss for
air. "Stand up.." he said, sliding off of Havoc's lap and
into the space between the table and couch.

Still
faintly amused, Havoc followed the order. He slid off the too-comfy
couch and faced Ed. "All right?"

Once
Havoc was up, Ed tugged down the pyjama pants. Satisfied for the
moment, he pushed the taller man just enough so that he was forced to
sit back down, crawling once more up on his lap. "Now that
that's out of the way.."

Havoc
blinked. "I'm assuming that had a point?"

"It
got your pants off, didn't it? Isn't that a good enough point?"

Havoc
yanked the overlarge shirt over Ed's head, then stuck the fabric in
his mouth. "Oh, hush."

Ed made
an attempt at a 'oh hah fricken hah, that's so funny' face,
failed miserably due to the fabric shoved in his mouth, and shook his
head, instead opting to mumble something along the lines of 'Oh, I
didn't know you were into that sort of thing, Jean.'

"Only
when you won't shut up," Havoc said mildly, watching Ed seethe
and grumble. "I do only have a finite amount of patience with
you." He casually looped his arms around Ed's waist, sketching
light patterns with gentle fingertips at the small of his back and
absently toying with the almost-overlarge waistband.

Irritated
by the taste of cloth, Ed pulled the shirt out of his mouth, tossing
it to the side as he leaned in to taste something better.

Havoc
purred into the kiss. "Happier?"

Edward
just smiled, dipping his head to nip up under Havoc's chin, making
his way down.

Havoc
growled, sighed, and wiggled a bit when something slightly ticklish
was nipped.

Ed
paused, fingertips lightly tracing the scars on Havoc's neck and
chest. Smiling softly, he resumed his path, slowly sliding off the
couch in the process. Something just above Jean's hip caught his eye,
and his expression further softened. That scar brought back
memories..

Havoc's
fingertips briefly touched Ed's face. "You don't have to..."

"Hm?"
Ed looked up, blinking. "Oh, no... I was just thinking..."
He smiled softly.

Havoc
sighed, smiling somewhat bitterly. "That can't be good for your
health."

The
smaller blonde bit Havoc's side in response, just above the scar.
Just to make his point clear enough, he growled, too.

Havoc
dragged him up for a rather fierce kiss. "I'm the only one
allowed to bite," he growled.

"Grr."
Ed replied, biting Havoc's lower lip in a defiant gesture.

"Grr
yourself, gopher..." Havoc's tongue licked out, running across
Ed's jaw.

Ed
chuckled, resituating himself in Havoc's lap. "That name always
brings back memories...especially in this kind of situation..."

"I
hope they're good ones," Havoc purred, continuing his assault on
Ed's neck.

"Not
to sound sappy or anything, but I don't think there are any bad
memories that involve that name..." Ed tilted his head to allow
better access, shifting slightly in the chimera's lap.

Havoc
paused. "Then at least I'm doing something right."

"You're
doing absolutely nothing right by stopping, you know that?" Ed
nibbled on Havoc's ear, almost insistently.

"Greedy
little gopher..." Havoc dipped his head, lightly scraping his
teeth over Ed's neck.

Shivering
slightly, Ed grinned. "All I see you doing is giving me what I
want anyway, isn't that just fueling more greed then?"

"Who
says it's just for you?" Havoc murmured. "I do factor into
this, too."

"And
yet you call me greedy..." Ed shifted again, wriggling slightly.

The older
man hissed into Ed's shoulder. "You have a problem with that?"

The hiss
made Ed shudder, and he rested his head against Havoc's shoulder.
"Not...really..."

"Good."
Havoc nipped his way up Ed's throat.

Groaning
softly, Ed noticed with mild annoyance his growing discomfort. A
discomfort which he made rather clear with a slow rocking of his
hips.

Havoc
echoed Ed's groan, then hissed softly, "You want it so bad,
stand up and take off your pants."

Hurriedly,
the smaller blonde did just that, easily getting out of the pants
that weren't his size in the first place. Once more straddling
Havoc's waist, Ed captured a kiss.

Gentle
claws scraped over Ed's bare back. "Now, what do you want?"
Havoc purred huskily.

Back
arching from Havoc's claws, Ed nearly whimpered. "Fuck
me.." he breathed against his neck.

The claws
moved slowly over Ed's sides, down to his hips, and over his lower
belly. "Magic words?" Havoc asked, still purring.

Ed barely
managed to choke out a 'please' before groaning again, his body
desperately trying to figure out which way to wriggle, since the
claws were slightly tickling.

Havoc
chuckled low in his throat. "Mind doing the honors, gopher?"
he whispered, nipping Ed's ear.

Shivering
again, Ed blinked, not quite sure he understood. "Uh...?"

"I
can't very well screw you into another state of conciousness if
you're where you are now."

Ed
blushed slightly, not quite sure where to move from here. He looked
around, then back at Havoc. "Where should I move then?"

"You're
the genius," Havoc murmured, leaning in for a kiss. "You
figure it out."

"But
I-" Ed was cut off by the kiss, hardly able to think that
straight anyway right now, not to mention figure something out.

Havoc
nipped Ed's lips. He managed to get Ed manouvered so the young man
was kneelling, then ran his tongue up the length of his throat. "You
sure about this?"

Shivering
lightly, Ed managed to form words. "W-we could..." he
swallowed hard, throat dry, "..move s-somewhere else..i-if you
want..." He swallowed again, "I r-really don't care
where...just...now...please...I want you, Jean..."

Havoc
obeyed gratefully, not even bothering to relocate. If that was what
Ed wanted, well... he was more than happy to give it to him.

Please
review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will
be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;

For those
who do read this story habitually: IT'S ALMOST OVER OH MY GOD! NEARLY
TEN MONTHS AND IT'S ALMOST OVER! Thank you, thank you lord. o.o; -Not
religious at all-
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