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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: Nope�not mine, as much as I wished I owned the Bishounen of DBZ especially Mirai Trunks, well sadly they�re not mine unless you count the 53 action figures�err�that�s besides the point, but um, Dragonball/Z/GT belongs to Akira Toriyama, Toei Animation, Futiontion and others�Nope, not mine.

Special thanks to dbz obsessed for beta-ing ^_^

Bad

Chapter 8�Back to One

By: Ember Maxximus
�It�s like comparing shit to chocolate!�* I adamantly argued, my entire being alive as I poured my heart and soul into the verbal battle in my late afternoon debate class.
�Ms. Briefs, language, sil vous plait!� Devereux-Sensei chided, pressing his index and middle fingers to his temple and rubbing them in a slow circular motion.
I subconsciously glared at his rude interruption. Dende, I had been on a roll, �It�s like comparing putrid excrement to Viennese truffles,� I corrected myself, making sure to meet the professor�s dull gray gaze. A small wave of laughter washed through the class followed by the ring of the three forty-five bell, signaling the conclusion to my final class of the day.
I made my escape as soon as I confirmed there would be no homework this weekend. An appreciative rush of giddiness flooded through my veins as I realized I had absolutely no homework at all this weekend. I couldn�t help but do the Macarena dance at the awesome realization. I sauntered down the hall, a little pep in my step, feeling extremely satisfied after my first week at the University. It was a far cry from the community college I had previously attended, and definitely more fulfilling.
�Hey, Shorty,� a familiar deep voice called as I was simultaneously nudged in my side.
I stopped dead in my tracks, spinning to the side, seeing my partner in crime for the past few weeks, �Did you just call me Shorty,� I asked, liking the new nickname as much as much as my father would have.
�Yep!� Ubuu confirmed, warmly smiling that happy-go-lucky smile he always wears, unaware the comment had ignited my fiery nature.
�Whatever�Mr. T,� letting the new clever pet name for him easily roll off my tongue. Touch�, you�re not the only one with jokes today.
�Mr. T?� He frowned. If I hadn�t known any better, I could�ve swore I almost heard a whimper accompanying his words.
�Yep,� I sarcastically mimicked, �Did I stutter?�
His demeanor changed as he flipped the script, rising to sting of my words, �Those sound like fighting words, Mademoiselle Briefs.�
�Call it what you like,� I wryly smirked, giggling as his chocolate eyes flashed momentarily with anger. I think he�s always had that anomalous haircut; he must�ve surely had his share of teasing growing up.
�How �bout I call you out on that one, Miss Bra Briefs. You bring your Gallic Gun and I�ll bring my modified Kamehameha Wave. We can settle this little dispute in ten minutes, max.� I glowered at the suggestion of a possible spar, immediately he saw my uneasiness ��or not,� he quickly added, �but if you ever want to spar, I�m your man.� He jabbed his thumb into his chest, looking very hokey as he pointed at himself.
�I�ll think about it,� I reflected for a moment, any elevation in my Ki or erratic spikes in my energy from sparring would surely call the attentions of Goten and Trunks. Am I ready to face him�them? I can�t hide forever and the mention of a good fight sets my blood aflame with the need to pummel the living shit out of some smartass, former Buu monster, Mr. T look-alike contest winner. Then it�s decided.
�So, you want to go out again tonight? I can come by around seven then we can grab a bite and catch a movie,� an anxious gleam sparkled in his coffee hued gaze.
�Or,� I wickedly smirked, my fighting spirit alive with renewed vigor, �we can go to my place, so I can change and head out to a location of your choosing, so I can show you how superior The Big Bang Attack is to anything you can dish out my way�Mr. T.�
I could see the words sink in and he grinned the cheesiest smile this side of the Seine River, �I�d like that Bra, I�d like that a lot.�
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The ringing. The persistent ringing. The persistent ringing, nagging at my dreamless slumber. The repetitive noise, ringing over and over again. I cracked one weary eye; the brightness of the afternoon sun through the faded green curtains aggravated my aching hangover further intensifying the throbbing pain courtesy of another night of boozing.
I looked over at the bedside alarm clock; it was only three in the afternoon. I still had seven more hours until I had to go to work at the club. This had better be good.
I reached for the telephone, knocking the black receiver onto the shabby tan carpet before I was able to bring it to my ear, growling, �What!� into the handset.
�Um, Goten? Hey, brother it�s me,� my only sibling apprehensively spoke.
�Oh�hey,� I answered, sitting up in the queen sized bed. Dende, I need a drink. It�s too early to talk to Mr. Goodie Two Shoes. I slid out of bed and meandered towards the undersized kitchen, only one thought on my mind as I tuned out his happy- go-lucky melodious chatter.
��so, what�d ya say, little brother?�
�Say about what?� I irritably answered, reaching into the avocado green refrigerator and retrieving one of several bottles of the Hawaiian Blue Mad Dog 20/20 bottles and guzzling down nearly all of it�s potent fruity contents.
�I said can you make it for dinner tonight at six?� he chirped away in his peppy �I should be singing on Broadway� voice. It was like nails clawing on chalkboards.
I held up the half empty bottle, studying the bright blue liquid; blue like her hair, like her eyes, and just as intoxicating. Bra, I miss you so much. I feel like half of me is missing since you�ve left. If only�if only�
�So, can you make it, Goten?� he repeated, I swear to Dende he was just one octave away from breaking out into chorus. Being that damn chipper should be illegal or maybe he�s been smoking some illegal herb. I snickered as I suddenly envisioned my straight as an arrow brother singing that old rap song �take a hit, hold your breath, pass the weed to the left, take a hit and hold your breath�shit who made that song, Eazy-E or was it DJ Quick? I don�t know, but that�s going to be on my mind all day long. Thanks a lot, Gohan!
�Well,� he sung.
�Six, huh?� I groaned, the need to urinate announcing it�s presence; I swear I could feel my back teeth floating.
�Yes,� he gleefully corroborated.
�Alright, I�ll come over then,� I ended the call before he had the opportunity to pester me further about anything else in that singsong voice. I chuckled as my inebriated mind imagined Gohan asking my opinion as to whether the score to �Great Saiyaman, the Musical� should include a ukulele solo.
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�Hey Bra, done yet?� I heard Ubuu impatiently holler from the front room.
�Um�Ubuu, is it alright if we spar later? I�m so famished, I think my stomach�s about to implode,� I asked, making my way down the hallway of my one bedroom flat.
�Implode,� he chuckled, �Sure, whatever.�
�How does Ch�teau Blanche sound?� Visions of Duck a L�Orange and Tomat Provincal danced through my mind, my stomach growling in agreement as my mouth watered in anticipation.
�My wallet would prefer a good all you can eat buffet or McDonalds,� he half smiled.
�Hm, I really wanted Ch�teau Blanche. How about I treat and you can catch the movie,� I offered, hoping not to injure any possible old-fashioned values that might be hiding under that wild mane of jet-black hair.
�Sounds like a plan to me,� he grinned as we set off for dinner and a movie.
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�Thanks Videl. That was excellent, much better than the ramen I had planned on having for dinner,� She had outdone herself, serving teriyaki chicken and beef, steamed white rice, fried tofu, and California sushi rolls. It was delicious; I was in serious need of a home cooked meal. I had eaten so much my belly was fat and distended like a full tick.
�Thank you, Goten. You know you don�t have to wait for an invitation to come over for dinner. Our door is always open to you,� She smiled, doe eyes full of sincerity. She had always treated me like a little brother from day one. There was no awkwardness or animosity between us. It was hard to believe she was the daughter of that balding baka, Mr. Satan. Although, I have seen her get angry on more than one occasion�not to mention use bullying tactics to get her way, but hey, that was a long time ago and I think Gohan has softened her up quite a bit.
�Thanks, Videl,� I stretched in my chair, feeling slightly sleepy.
�Um, Goten,� Pan asked, biting her lower lip, �Has Trunks said anything to you about Bra-chan? I haven�t heard from her in a while and she�s never home...I�m getting worried.�
I cringed at the their names; Bra and Trunks. Those two words were like a double-edged sword. I�d spoken to neither of them recently. They both must hate me for sure and it tears at my soul so deeply leaving me feeling like half the man I used to be, perhaps less.
�Well, have you?� she repeated, hope accenting her words.
�I looked up from my empty plate frowning, �Sorry, I haven�t.�
�Oh, okay then.� She was obviously disappointed, and I could tell she wasn�t satisfied with my answer, but she didn�t press for more.
Gohan looked up at his wife as they knowingly exchanged looks, then to Pan as well. �Well, I�m going to visit Grandpa Satan,� Pan announced, grabbing her empty plate and taking it into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later to lightly kiss Gohan and Videl on their cheeks and came around to surprise me with a big hug and kiss on my cheek. �I�m glad you came over,� she warmly added and quickly disappeared down the hall followed by a loud, �Ja ne,� and the hard close of the front door.
�I�m going to wash the dishes,� Videl stated leaving only Gohan and myself at the table.
Gohan removed his glasses, cleaning them with a special cleaning cloth he kept tucked away in his shirt pocket, then setting them back on his face, nice and dirt free. �The main reason I asked you over was because I was hoping we could talk, Goten.� Why did I have the feeling this was going to be more than just a meal? �Let�s go to the study and catch up.�
I reluctantly followed up the stairs to Gohan�s office/study/library room all rolled into one. The room looked like something from a Sherlock Holmes film with wall to ceiling cherry bookcases filled with volume after volume and book upon book. Centered in the study was a massive cherry desk set atop a thick navy blue Persian rug. I settled down on a large chocolate colored leather sofa awaiting the interrogation to begin.
Gohan took the armchair directly opposite of me, removing his bifocal tortoise shell horn rimmed glasses. I prepared to be chastised and whatever else big bro was in the mood to dish out.
�Goten�I�m very concerned about you lately. You haven�t been yourself in weeks and I was very stunned to see you quit your job at the boys and girls club to be a bouncer at some thug nightclub. I really worr�� ring, ring, ring�saved by the telephone. Gohan looked upon the cordless telephone loathingly, but answered it nonetheless. �Moshi moshi�.yes�yes�I see�� he looked up at me, �I have to take this call, don�t leave, alright.�
I nodded and he excused himself taking the cordless phone with him into the hallway. I got up looking around the room at all the degrees lining every inch of the one bookcase lined wall. Professor Son, ya, ya, like we didn�t see that one coming, I snickered.
I�m usually not a nosey person, but my boredom led my eyes to travel over his overtly organized desk with papers all in their specific piles. I bet he�d have a conniption fit if I did a little rearranging. But I shouldn�t, pranking Gohan was something I did in my teens, not anymore�but why the hell not? I picked up a pile of thesises and was about to set them in his transcripts pile when I noticed atop a stack of his documents was a letter from Toulouse University. Hm, isn�t that one of the most prestigious universities in Europe? Why would Gohan have mail from them? Probably some headhunter alumni trying to recruit Japan�s most legendary scholar to teach at their school. I picked up the envelope after reading it briefly; I realized it was a transcript request for Bra Briefs. Bra�s in Paris? My heart leapt into my chest at the wonderful news. Game plan, game plan, game plan. Must have a game plan! I can�t just go running over there like a bat out of hell now, can I? Shimatta, let me think! I scanned the letter memorizing its contents.
�I�m sorry, Gohan,� I whispered aloud as I lifted the room�s only window, easily climbed out, and hastily making my escape.
Ten minutes later Son Gohan returned, �I wanted to ask yo�� he frowned as he noticed the open window, �Why is it that no one takes me seriously unless I go SSJ2? I guess I�ll have to drag Goten out for a friendly spar to get to the bottom of this.�
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�That movie was so kawaii. Oh, I just loved the ending. The way he was there on the boat waiting for her was so romantic.�
�Yeah, it was okay,� he replied, fidgeting with his pockets, �So you want to spar already?� he nervously asked, �I know this ss sts stupid, but I haven�t had a spar since I came here. I want it so bad I can already taste it, y�know. Kami, I sound like a damn heroine addict or something,� he nervously laughed.
�Uh, yeah.� I agreed.
�Hey, you weren�t suppose to agree with me,� he laughed and I laughed with him. His expression suddenly changed, becoming dead serious and I heard his voice echo in my mind. C�mon, try to keep up.
He was off, torpedoing through the sky like a heat seeking missile. If I hadn�t known any better I�d swear he was trying to lose me, zooming right, then left, dropping altitude of a thousand meters in the blink of an eye. I didn�t realize how much I missed flying until this moment. Being a Saiyan is the shit! I love it!
I released my Ki, freefalling to the place beneath the clouds where I�d seen him last, but he was no longer there. Where�d he run off to? Suddenly, I heard the unmistakable whoosh of misplaced air and he phased in levitating besides me.
�We�re here,� the mischievous glint in his russet eyes rivaling that of the surrounding stars peppering the evening sky, �let�s see what you�re made of Shorty,� he grinned, tapping his chin lightly with his index finger, signaling I should hit him with my best shot. Well now, I can�t disappoint him now, can I?
I sunk low, kicking out sweeping his feet from under him, but he easily jumps, avoiding my kick. He swung out attempting to collide his jab with my cheek, but I blocked and was unprepared as he phased behind me connecting his foot with the middle of my back. I hurled through the air feeling rather foolish. Daddy would�ve probably disowned me if he were here to witness that. Thankfully, I was able to stomp on the airbrakes and recover, saving face literally as I realized I was less than twelve inches away from the ground.
I placed my feet on the grass and he came charging at me like a shopaholic with a brand new MasterCard. I released a volley of Ki attacks; some hit, most didn�t, though, he was slightly slowed.
Kami, I�m terribly out of shape, but I�m having too much fun. His technique was amazing and very similar to Son Goten�s style, yet retaining it�s own identity. was was something else, like a well-oiled machine. Smooth and fluid, game face holding firm. I searched his style for errors, but he was good, damn good. Of course, I�d never tell him that I was having enough trouble holding my own. But isn�t this what fighting�s all about.
We�d been at it for a while, I was becoming fatigued. That�s when I made my first mistake. He released a huge blast; I retaliated with one of my own. He barely dodged mine, but I was not so lucky as his energy impacted my shoulder.
I felt the loud pop as the impact painfully dislocated my right shoulder. The heat from the attack seared through my favorite Kenshin t-shirt, blistering my collarbone in enormous third degree burns. I sat on my ass as the cloud of dust settled, cradling my limp arm and feeling extremely foolish, not to mention stupid, for not avoiding the attack, which I could of easily dodged blindfolded not too long ago.
Ubuu touched down a few yards away, closing the gap instantly. His color draining as he inventoried my injuries, �Oh shit, Bra, I�m so sorry��
�Shut up,� I growled, �I should�ve jump left not right.� He extended his hand to help me up, but I ignored him, rising on my own. He looked at his feet, the sting of my words getting the better of him.
�I�m not mad at you,� I clarified, �I�m angry at myself, I�m out of practice.� He studied my injuries, taking my wounded arm by the wrist with one hand and bracing my side with the other. In a split second, he yanked hard and there was a loud crack as the scenery began to spin and the air felt heavy. Oh crap, don�t let me faint, anything but that. Man, it hurt more to fix it than when the actual blast made the damage. His arm circled around my waist, steadying my wobbly legs, holding me securely. �You better not faint, Shorty, I feel bad enough already.�
Shorty? Urgh! My head snapped to his direction, our noses millimeters from touching. �Listen here, Mr. T, I�m not some frail little Barbie doll. This,� I nodded at my shoulder, �barely tickles.� I pushed him away, the nauseating heaviness returning with a vengeance. He was there again, my good arm propped around his neck, his mahogany arm around my midsection.
He fished into the pocket of his baggy denim Fubu jeans, but came out empty handed. I wanted to giggle, Ubuu wears Fubu. �I must�ve forgot them,� he mumbled, hefting me like an infant into his arms.
�Hey! Put me down,� I squirmed in his arms, but his hold was gentle yet unyielding as a vice grip.
�Listen, I feel bad enough already. I busted your shoulder and blistered your skin and,� he screwed up his face looking even more serious if that was at all possible, �gave you a concussion. Just let me take you home and get you a senzu.�
�I can fly by myself,� My pride getting the better of me.
�Quit being such a hardass. I�m not putting you down so humor me and let me get you a senzu.�
�I don�t want one! They taste like pickled eggs!� Ubuu dropped his chocolate gaze, hardening his face and giving me �the look�.
�Just make me happy, okay?� his voice softened into a whisper as he pleaded.
I accepted my defeat, burying my face in his neck, as he took me home. The cool breeze and the smooth rhythm of easy flying lulled at me peacefully until fatigue and serenity triumphed and against better judgment, I allowed myself to drift asleep.
Physically and mentally, I was completely drained and my soul ached terribly for him. Had I been wrong to push him away so rashly? Was there more than what met the eye? As long as I can remember that man has never once disappointed me or let me down.
Kami, as a child he humored me in ways my own brother would�ve never had entertained the notion of doing. Had I jumped to conclusions? It wouldn�t be the first time in my life�but I don�t know.
�Hey, wake up,� he gently nudged, �Bra,� again, he softly spoke. I realized I had actually fallen asleep as I looked into the concerned stare. Ubuu pushed a single senzu bean into my fingers. I stared at it crossly, the pain in my shoulder was now barely a mild ache, and the burns were hardly equivalent to bad sunburn. Got to love the wonders of the Saiyan physiology. I looked around the compact dorm room. There was a small desk, twin bed, dresser, a mini refrigerator, and a small 13-inch television hiding in the corner. I was a bit surprised by its tidiness. Everything was in its place. Everything.
�Your room isn�t what I expected,� I thought aloud, admiring the Hawaiian style quilt on the bed. He had his back to me, sorting through his dresser drawer, and then tossed me a burgundy Samurai X shirt identical to the ruined shirt I was wearing.
�What�d you expect? Piles of dirty laundry and molding food,� he half laughed, eyeballing the senzu bean that I fidgeted with in my fingers.
�Yes, and a couple of juicy pinups of Tyra Banks, Shakira, or J-Lo,� I set the bean on the dresser and lighted a half burned stick of incense. The sweet smoke gave the room a delicious aroma as the small plumes curled upwards then disappeared into nothing. �Hey, Buu, you�re so cool, you never told me you were a Kenshin fan,� I grinned, �Y�know, us otakus have to stick together.�
�Keep it, the Battousai is the shit,� he sighed, �Bra, I�m really sorry about your shoulder,� He picked up the bean again; pushing it towards me, �Eat it.�
�No,� I calmly replied, sliding into the bathroom to change shirts.
�Eat it, C�mon Bra.� He pleaded through the lieu�s door as I changed shirts. How sweet, he still felt guilty.
�Listen,� I exited the small restroom, kicking off my shoes and turning the television on with the bedside remote.

�I�m not going to waste a senzu, you never know when you�ll really need one. I just need a nap,� I reclined back on the twin mattress, surfing through the channels.
�F� he� he conceded, replacing the bean in a small satchel and tucking it into the first drawer on the pressed wood dresser.
�Omikami!� I burst out, startling him.
�What is it?�
�Look it�s La Femme A Cote; I haven�t see this movie since forever! You have any popcorn?�
�That I do have; I suppose you�re thirsty too, want a pop too?�
�Ah, you�re such a mind reader.�
�I aim to please,� he called out, then mumbled something about Saiyan appetites and if I can�t beat them join them. He returned a few minutes later with two Vanilla Cokes and a freshly popped bag of popcorn, �What�d I miss.�
�Not much, just opening credits, but you really need to pay attention. Very intricate storyline. Lots of drama, romance, angst. You see there�s this girl, and she loves this guy, but she ends up pregnant, and she�s really happy about the pregnancy, but to test his love she tells him she wants an abortion even though she wants the baby, and because he loves her, he supports her choice for the abortion even though he wants the baby, but you don�t find that out until the end after they�ve long split up and end up neighbors married to different people ten years later and right before she��
�Bra?� He interrupted.
�Huh?�
�Are you going to let me watch the movie or not?�
Oh�I had been rambling there for a sec. I quickly screwed up my face and stuck my tongue out at him while flipping him the bird.
�Dork,� Ubuu chuckled, scooting closer to me on the twin bed to get comfortable and watch the older movie.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Powering up to Super Saiyan, I raced home, flying as fast as my Ki would allow. After this exciting discovery, all I want to do is see my Bra, the sooner the better.
I burst through the front doors of my messy apartment, moving straight to my bedroom to pack a capsule full of the necessities I�d need for my mini vacation in Paris. Clothes, some food, bathroom stuff, and plenty of zenni. Shit, I�m going to need to stop off at the bank to change my money. I wonder if they still use francs or have they converted to euro too. Regardless, I was on a mission to retrieve my B and do whatever it takes to prove to her that she�s the only one for me. I needed a game plan I thought as I flew westward toward France, under the power of my own Ki. The only thing I could think of though was pinning here down and forcing her to hear me out; however, I don�t know how effective that�d be. I mean she left me without a single trace to another country for Kami�s sake. It doesn�t matter; I refuse to come home without her. I love her. Bra is the only woman in the world for me.
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As much as I loved this film, I think I dozed off halfway through and into the sleep of the dead. Wild horses wouldn�t have been able to rouse me. As I slept, my whole being began to ache for him. I missed our long talks, his sweet laughs, and warm eyes. I missed the feel of his skillful lovemaking, conquering my body, his hands touching all my secret places. I felt the ache of his absence and deep down inside, I know by leaving I did the wrong thing. I know it. I just need to hold him again and taste his full lips. It�s frightening how these dreams can feel so real and intense. His hands tentatively touching my belly as I boldly trailed kisses from his neck across his chin to ravish his tender mouth. �Bra,� he�d call my name as his desire would build and I�d respond to him, pushing my hips against his hardness calling his name encouraging his uncharacteristic timid touches and shy butterfly kisses. I�d persuade him, �Stop holding out on me Goten, you know how I like it.� And he stops, my encouragements having the opposite effect. He shies away from my touch. But it�s just a dream, and in the fickle nature of dreams, it never quite ends as one would please. I crack a sleepy eye, unsatisfied to meet the hurt gaze of Ubuu his body rtwirtwined with my own.
�Goten,� he repeated. His sad eyes focus on me as he touches his kiss-swollen lips. �Son Goten?�
�I was dreaming�I�I was dreaming of him and�and, oh Kami what have I done?� Tears began to cloud my vision. How could I have let this happen? �I�m so sorry Ubuu.�
�S�okay, Bra,� he pulled me into his comforting arms holding me the same way Mom always would when I was upset. �You want to talk about it? Get it off your chest?� To my surprise, I did. I told him everything about the childhood crush that developed into much, much more.
He sat reflecting on all I told him for the past hour. He sighed loudly, smoothing his long fingers over his wild mane. �I�ve know the Sons� since I was a boy and I don�t think any one of them has a dishonest bone in their body, especially Goten. I don�t think he could tell a lie to save his life. You two just need to sit and have an adult conversation. Put all the cards on the table, tell it like it is. And if things are too far gone�well, you have my phone number and I wouldn�t mind if our relationship went beyond a meal and sparring.� He warmly smiled tracing his thumb over my palm.
�Thanks, �Buu�thanks.� It all seemed so simple, why did I have to make it so hard. It was too simple, why didn�t I just do this from the get go?
�Remember what I said and let me know how everything goes.� He added.
�Thanks, I will,� I leaned over and hugged him, as he walked me to the door, saying our goodbyes. I felt a world better without the denial, stubbornness, the fa�ade, leaving to return to my flat and back home in the morning
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To be continued�

The �Shit and Chocolate� line is from Initial D, said by Iketani referring to the engine of a Hachi-Roku and a Hachi-Go. I couldn�t help myself, it�s a freakin� funny line and I found myself using it all the time for a week straight in conversations. Also, references were made to 1954 classic movie Sabrina and to the French film, La Femme A Cote, and Samurai X/Ruroni Kenshin as well.

A/N: Hello, hello, hello. I�m back and settled in. I finally got my internet last month **hugs�puter** so hopefully I can begin to update more regularly. And as always, reviews are appreciated, they inspire my muses (Eva, Conchita, & Bob�yep, they have names) more than imaginable. Also, I've decided to set up shop at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/CompulsiveOtaku/ since I totally lack any �puter saviness and the web page is entirely too much work, ff.net's rating restrictions, and mm.org's access problems. It�s is pretty much a user friendly version of 'Anime Anonymous' with my fanfics, fanart, doujinshi, mb, images, links, early updates and whatnot. Umm...I guess that's it, see you next chapter. ^_^

Until next chapter�~EM
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