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City of Dying Dreams	By : SephirothsStalker Category: Kingdom Hearts > General Views: 3172 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, I�d be so damn busy making CGI porno of all the sexy men that I wouldn�t have time to write fan fiction. Unfortunately, I do not own it. *sobs*

Author�s Note: Here is part two of the double update. I hope everybody took a bathroom break and got some snacks.

Warning: Beware of dogs. They will chase you down and bite you in the ass, bringing you horrible images of violence, yaoi, profanity, OOCness, drug use, and downright seedy behavior. This story is rated R for a reason.

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The Last Hall, as it was jokingly called, seemed to stretch on forever. The joke was in extremely poor taste however, considering that it had indeed been the last path countless scores of men had ever walked in their lifetimes. Riku shuddered to think of how many bloody handprints must�ve been scrubbed clean from the walls, as desperate men tried in vain to escape their cruel fates. In the dark of night, the hall was said to reverberate with the screams of those lost souls who had been unfortunate enough to land on Ansem�s bad side. Still, as last sights go, it could be worse. The walls were a rich cream shade, enhanced greatly by the soft lighting that emanated from several well placed Tiffany wall sconces. The paintings were similar, the subject matter being cherubs, all of which undoubtedly chosen for the way they appeared to be judging you as you passed.
The overall effect to Riku was one of softly muted impending doom, like a sledgehammer wrapped in a blanket. Needing to shake the unpleasant feeling, he glanced furtively at his companion.
Sora appeared to be perfectly at ease, his expression almost cheerful. It was as though he�d completely forgotten Riku was even there.

That won�t do at all. An almost perverse desire to see that content look wiped clean off Sora�s porcelain face seized Riku. �So tell me,� he asked conversationally. �Is Ansem�s tan, you know, an all-over tan?�
�I don�t know. Is it?� Sora shot back, without looking at him.
Riku�s cheeks flamed. Touché. He hadn�t even seen that one coming, and he was uncomfortably reminded of Ansem�s obvious attraction for him. He suddenly didn�t want this kid to know about it. But if he�s in the room with me, he�ll definitely pick up on it. Even while being subtle, Ansem had an annoying way of letting you know exactly what was on his mind. How can I keep this punk from finding out about it? He�d never let me hear the end of it� that is, assuming I ever see him again after today. The thought left a feeling of disappointment that was almost alien to him, and he shook his head, wanting to be free of it. I should be glad to get rid of his ass. He�s nothing but trouble.

As if in response to his thoughts, Sora smirked. �So tell me,� he began, in an almost perfect mockery of Riku. �Is Sephiroth really your father? Or are you, you know, a failed science experiment?�
Riku didn�t know which statement irritated him more, the accusation of being sired by that nutcase, or being created in a lab. Goddammit. He decided he would rather be born of a test tube than share DNA with Sephiroth, and elected to completely ignore the second question. �No, he is definitely not my father. I�d be a lot more depressed if that were true.�
�I find that hard to imagine.� Sora said quietly.
Riku glanced at him sharply. �Don�t bother trying to psychoanalyze me, kid. Several people have tried and failed.�
�Yes, I�m sure you baffle even your creators from the science lab.� Sora snapped. Damn, he gets on my nerves. He sighed as he realized that they were finally standing before the door to Ansem�s office. He was dreading what Ansem�s reaction would be, but at the same time he was feeling a smug sense of justification that his captor would be punished for mistreating him. I just hope he�s not too mad, or he�ll kill him. He was shocked to realize that he genuinely didn�t want any true harm to come to Riku, but a slap down of some sort was definitely in order. He reached out a hand to rap on the door, and was startled as warm fingers closed over his wrist. He looked up, his eyes questioning.
Riku spoke hesitantly. �Look man, it might be better if I go in first, instead of the two of us barging in together. You know how unpredictable Ansem is. He might kill us both.�
Sora snorted and made as if to protest, but Riku cut him off.
�Besides, if you�re as special to him as you claim, it would only be fair to let me tell my side of the story first. I mean, you have such an advantage, it�s not like I actually pose a threat to you, right?� Riku asked, with just the right amount of smugness. In reality, he had almost no fear of Ansem�s anger, it was more his amorousness that scared him. If he had to goad Sora�s pride to keep him out, then so be it. Riku inclined his head slightly, his gaze challenging. �Well? Do you think you can stand out here for a few minutes without doing anything too stupid?�
Sora looked at him for a moment, and then dropped his gaze to the hand still encircling his wrist. �Whatever, do what you want. Now, how about you get your hand off me, already. You some kind of pervert, or what?� The episode in the elevator was still too fresh in his mind, and if letting Riku talk to Ansem first would get him to back off, then it was a fair trade.
Riku snatched back his hand, feeling the color rise in his cheeks. Shit, I�m blushing like a schoolgirl, and for what?! Deliberately, he ignored Sora and turned his attention on the well-sanded brown door in front of him. Nothing but trouble� right. He knocked once, paused a few seconds and then knocked twice, remembering the routine.
�Come in.� spoke a rich baritone voice.
The doorknob was incredibly cool to the touch, as he turned it, and he felt a sense of dread as he realized that Ansem probably had the air conditioner set on artic tundra. Sure enough, he felt the hairs on his arms rise up in indignation as the cold air hit him. Who the hell needs the ac on a day like this? he thought. Probably has to keep himself preserved. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind himself.
If the rest of the hotel was decadent, Ansem's office was grotesquely so. Gold filigree graced the beige walls, giving the wallpaper the appearance of expensive stationery. The windows were adorned with sheer ivory drapes, in a style reminiscent of Grecian palaces. The tan carpet was every bit as lush as could be expected, although Riku could not complain about the way it's thick softness cushioned the feet. It must be a testament to Ansem's ego to want to feel as though he was walking on air.

Ansem was seated regally behind a large oak desk, topped with stray papers, somehow managing to look both bored and intrigued as he regarded his guest with hazel eyes. "Ah, Riku..." he drawled. "To what do I owe the honor?"
Riku drew himself up to his full height, as always feeling the challenge in Ansem�s gaze. Men beyond count had been stripped to the barest threads of their souls before that gaze, finding themselves likened to whimpering puppies. Riku had always been proud of his resilience to whatever it was in Ansem that kept lesser beings awake at night, and now he returned the gaze fully, never faltering in his mission. �I found something of yours.�
Ansem�s face conveyed a look of disdain as he considered the statement. �Riku, anything that I would be so remiss as to allow to fall into your hands is obviously something I do not value overmuch.� His interest lost, he absently flipped through the papers before him.
Riku bristled at the blatant dismissal, but somehow managed to keep a perfectly calm expression. �He seems to think otherwise.�
Hazel eyes returned to Riku�s direction en force, and for a sudden moment he was quite sure that he was a dead man.
�And who would this be?� questioned Ansem, his voice frighteningly calm.

Oh shit, maybe he is his lover after all. Riku thought in one awful moment. Ansem had always been notoriously protective of those he held interest in. At the moment however, Ansem�s devotion to his lovers seemed anything but romantic to Riku. Maybe that Sora punk was telling the truth, and Ansem really is going to kill me. At least I�ll have the good taste to not bleed on his immaculate surroundings. �Forgive me for being so crude, here allow me to clean that up for you before I finish dying.� Riku had to stave off a snicker. I�m going mad.

�Well?� prompted Ansem, the barest hint of impatience creeping into the word.
Riku forced his insane thoughts to dissipate. �Apparently his name is Sora.�
Ansem set his papers down on the desk and leaned forward, giving Riku his undivided attention. �I thought so.� His eyes glanced around the room briefly before returning to Riku. �Where is he?�
Riku knew Ansem well enough to know that if he were going to die it would�ve already happened. �Standing out in the hall, looking stupid.�
�Tell him that I wish to see him.� Ansem ordered, organizing his papers and putting them inside a manila folder.
Feeling mildly irritated, Riku walked back to the door, and opened it. Sora stood leaning against the wall, in a pose almost identical to Riku�s own stance on the street corner. One muddy shoe undoubtedly leaving a foul print on the wall, the only difference was that Sora had no cigarette. His blue eyes were half-closed as he stood there, and Riku felt himself wondering what this kid was really like. �Hey,� he called, loathe to interrupt the peaceful moment, but even more loathe to keep Ansem waiting.
Sora glanced sideways at Riku, without responding or moving from his position.
�That was somewhat short of intimidating.� Riku informed him. I won�t say what it was, though. �Ansem wants to see you now.�
A fleeting look of triumph passed over Sora�s face as he left the wall and brushed coldly past Riku, an errant elbow not quite accidentally catching him in the side.
Riku rubbed his offended rib as he followed him, the urge to trip him infinitely greater this time. The certainty that such an action would be foolhardy on his part helped to soothe his anger, and his face was completely neutral as he reentered Ansem�s office, pulling the door closed behind him.
Ansem stood, his long gray hair falling back from his shoulders, and walked around to the front of the desk. His face unreadable, he strode over to Sora and looked him over carefully.
Sora felt somewhat embarrassed by all the attention, as he felt a finger tilt his chin upwards. Feeling his cheeks flame, he averted his eyes while Ansem turned his face from side to side. How humiliating...

Ansem took note of the bruises scattered sporadically across Sora�s skin, and glanced at Riku. �What happened?�
Riku crossed his arms, a feeling of inexplicable jealousy surfacing in his mind. He was pretty sure that he�d sooner see Hailey's Comet ten times before he saw Ansem behaving quite like this ever again. His voice held a tinge of resentment as he answered. �I kicked his ass.�
Sora swiveled his head around and glared, no doubt preparing to spit insults at him, but Ansem cut him off with the wave of a hand.
�And what brought on this particular scuffle?� Ansem asked quietly, his eyes still void of any obvious emotion.
Sora sighed and shoved his hands down into his pockets, wishing that he�d just stayed in bed today.
Riku glared at Sora. �He stole my wallet.�
Ansem looked not at all surprised. �Did he now?� Crossing around in front of Sora, he favored him with a look that expressed mild disappointment.
Sora dropped his eyes respectfully, as Ansem passed in front of him. He knew what that look meant, and he was not looking forward to the weeks of intense training that would follow. Ansem wasn�t displeased with him for stealing Riku�s wallet. He was displeased with him for getting caught.
�Sora.� spoke Ansem softly.
Sora looked up, to see Ansem standing at the window. The faint light streaming through the dismally gray clouds illuminated his profile, adding an ethereal glow to a man who definitely did not need it. �Yes, sir?�
Hazel eyes flickered. �Leave us.� He let out a sigh that sounded as if it had been wrenched from him. �I hate to sound so cliché, but... go to your room.�
Riku�s jaw dropped as Ansem�s words replayed themselves in his mind. Go to your room. Oh shit, that sounded almost fatherly! Don�t tell me this Sora punk... He can�t be! Ansem�s like a million years old! But then, Viagra can do wonders. Riku shook his head.
Sora grimaced and sighed, turning to leave. His blue eyes gave Riku a look of pure loathing as he shoved past him. Fuck this! Angry or not, he knew better than to slam the door, and instead pulled it closed behind himself. Striding down the hall to his own suite, he muttered under his breath, not at all looking forward to the months ahead. After the little incident with Squall Leonhart, Ansem had decided he needed more physical training. God, that was horrible. He shuddered to think what new instructors would be brought in to make his life hell.

Back in the office, Ansem returned to his desk. Sitting down with effortless grace, he leaned back in his chair and addressed Riku. �Well, was there anything else you needed?�
Riku felt a bitter smile coming on. �There are a lot of things I need, but I wouldn�t ask you for them.�
�Only because you know that I won�t give them to you.� Ansem responded, flippantly.
Riku stiffened. �I�m not here to get put down, okay?�
�Then why are you still here?� asked Ansem in exasperation. �You know perfectly well that I don�t have any work for you right now, or I would�ve contacted you.� He leaned forward and looked at Riku carefully. �Although, perhaps I should find you some work. You don�t look as healthy as you used to.� A smirk made it�s way onto his aristocratic face. �Or perhaps, you�re starving yourself in preparation for a lucrative career in the modeling industry, hmm?�
Riku was reeling. �I�m not here to match wits with you, either.� he said defensively.
Ansem laughed dryly. �I should hope not. Such a task would prove impossible, unless you somehow convinced several people to donate their own wits for your use.� His smile faded, and he glanced out his window. �Although, in this city,� he practically spat the word, �You probably would not find enough wits to open a can.� He turned back to Riku. �Seriously, what is it that you desire from me?�
Riku resisted the urge to give a rude answer, and instead composed himself. �I was curious about him. You know, Sora. It�s just... well, why exactly do you have him? I mean, he�s so,� he fumbled for words. �Soft.�
Ansem nodded in understanding. �Ah, you share the sentiments of many of my colleagues.� He tilted his head to the side, gray hair spilling over his arm. �So you think I am wrong, then? You find him useless?� He tsked softly, shaking his head gently from side to side. �Riku, I am disappointed in you.�
Riku fidgeted, fearing that he was being reduced to a child by Ansem like so many men before him. He cleared his throat. �I�m not saying that he�s useless. It�s just that, I mean he can�t even pick a pocket. I caught him. Hell, I mean even Squall caught him.�
�Squall is an animal. Animals can sense danger. Not even you could pick his pocket.� Ansem replied, waving a hand dismissively. �As for yourself, I doubt that you caught Sora without some sort of fate-based intervention.�
Riku remembered the phone booth and twitched.
Ansem smirked. �I see. Well then, doesn�t that give some credence to my faith in Sora?�
Riku�s brows furrowed. �I still don�t get it.�
Ansem folded his hands on top of his desk and regarded Riku with complete seriousness. �Sora is not something that you are supposed to get. What he is, is the most unique individual to come across my path in ages.� His eyes bore intently into Riku�s hoping to make him understand. �Sora appears to all the world, soft, breakable, and pampered. This is not altogether false. He comes from far cushier surroundings than you have ever seen in your life.� He paused. �Yet, he is not soft. There is something in Sora not unlike steel, and he possesses the strongest survival instinct I have ever seen. He has the potential,� Ansem continued, �To be the most influential figure in this entire organization. In fact, I have no doubt that if something were to happen to me, Sora would take my place.� He smiled ruefully. �Of course, he�d have to kill Sephiroth for it, but in a few more years, not even he will pose a threat to Sora.�
Riku�s eyes narrowed as he tried to process what Ansem just told him. �You�re saying that Sora will be able to beat Sephiroth?� Yeah right! �You�ve got to be shitting me.�
Ansem scowled and hissed as if he�d been pinched. �Cease your tasteless vulgarities while in my presence Riku, or you shall be exiting my fine hotel via the large window to your left.�
�Sheesh, touchy.� amended Riku quickly. �But, I just can�t see that happening. I mean, all of us here have a strong survival instinct. How does that make him better than any of us, especially when he�s so... emotional.�
Ansem�s eyes lit up. �Ah, but that�s just it, you see. He is indeed more emotional than anyone else I have in my service, including that dreadful Cloud Strife. And what do you know about Strife, Riku?�
Riku searched his memory, looking for scraps of information on the blonde-haired assassin. �Um, he�s about twenty six, he�s around five foot five, and he weighs...�
�Stop.� interrupted Ansem. �That is all superficial information. I did not wish to hear a personals ad profile. Tell me about his psyche, his work.�
Riku�s brows furrowed in concentration. As a rule, all of Ansem�s employees were highly secretive. How could he expect to know anything like that about Strife? He tried to think of everything he had ever heard about Strife. They call him the Blue-Eyed Devil because he�ll destroy anything that gets in his way. �All I know, is that he looks all innocent on the outside, but he�s ruthless.� Sudden realization dawned on Riku.
Ansem nodded with approval. �And to think, everyone thought he was soft when I first acquired him.�
�And you�re saying that Sora is just like him?� Riku asked. �He�s ruthless?�
�No. I am saying that when the stage has been set, and all the players cast, Sora will be far, far worse.� Ansem smiled warmly, managing to chill Riku to his bones. �And that is precisely why I have adopted him as my heir.�

What?! Floored, Riku could only gape at Ansem as this new knowledge sunk in. Shit! Shit! Shit! No wonder Sora had been so confident! Sora was the heir to Ansem�s empire! And I manhandled him like a sack of trash! By all rights he should be dead by now. I really need a smoke right about now. �I feel... like I�m going to be sick.� Riku croaked, his head spinning.
Ansem rose to his feet, his eyes sympathetic. Gracefully he walked over to Riku and placed a hand on his jacket. �Then please, do it outside.� he murmured, rubbing his back softly.
Riku groaned. �You�re real considerate, you know that?�
�I try.� Ansem replied. �Just to show you how considerate I am, I think I may have found a job for you after all.�
�What, your personal bed warmer?� Riku quipped, brushing Ansem�s hand off. He immediately wished he hadn�t said it.
�If it should please you, I will gladly have you as such.� Ansem conceded easily. �You are as always, quite beautiful. Although, I still have no intentions of paying you for what others willingly give me for free.� His eyes roamed over Riku in the wantonly hungry way that only the truly powerful are capable of. �Yet, maybe I can be persuaded to work out an allowance of some sort.�
�I�ll pass.� answered Riku quickly, not liking the look that he�d caught in those hazel eyes.
�Suit yourself.� Ansem resigned, with a small frown. �What I had in mind though, was a bit different.� He straightened, his demeanor entirely business now. �As I said before, Sora is destined for greatness.� He turned and began to slowly pace the room, in measured sweeping strides. �Yet, he is not there yet. There are many things he needs to learn, skills he must acquire, experiences he must partake of before he can accept the gift that I have given him.� His long gray hair trailed behind him as he walked, giving the hint of an almost kingly robe.
�And what will I have to do with this?� Riku asked, getting impatient at all of Ansem�s displaying.
�Absolutely nothing if you do not put an end to your attempts to infuriate me, Riku.� Ansem spoke in a darkly soft voice. �The reason I am telling you this, is despite, or perhaps because of, your own vast collection of failures, you can teach Sora many things.�
Riku bristled. �What are you saying?�
�What I am saying, is that I wish for you to mentor Sora. Tutor him, if you will, in the ways of the streets. Few know it�s songs, it�s sorrows, it�s secrets as well as you do, Riku.� Ansem sighed despondently. �I can train Sora in the ways of martial arts, weaponry, killing, and sharpening one�s will into a finely honed object with which to flay others... but I cannot truly show him what is beneath the skin of life. I have grown far too refined,� he muttered with obvious disgust, �in my polished splendor to ever fully reconnect with the naked form of this world again. For that, I need you.�
Riku listened to the words with anger. It was one thing for Ansem to casually insult him, but it was another thing for him to flat out demean him. He wants me to play babysitter for his brat prince? As if! �Thanks, but no thanks, Ansem. I�m not that hard up for cash, yet.�
Ansem stopped pacing. �Is that so?� he asked in a deathly calm voice.
Riku felt an energy so malevolent wrap itself around him, he found it difficult to breathe. The room was practically crackling with the proliferation of Ansem�s barely-restrained rage, and he was sure of his impending death for the second time in one hour.
In two steps Ansem was almost on top of Riku, glaring down on him with an expression that he wasn�t sure if he�d ever seen before but was quite sure he never wanted to see again.
�You must have made vast improvements in your financial status, Riku, if you feel that you are at the point where you can flippantly dismiss a business proposition from me.� Ansem began quietly. �Unfortunately for you, I know this is not the case. You say that you�re not that hard up for cash, yet. Yet, indeed.� His lips curled into a contemptuous sneer. �How long did you think it will be before you find some new vice to indulge yourself in?�
�I don�t know what you�re talking about.� Riku whispered, feeling himself becoming very small.
�Of course you do, Riku. Do you think that I am blind to your wretched existence? You ought to know better than anyone else, that there is nothing that goes on in this city of which I am unaware.� He placed his hands on Riku�s shoulders, and his glowing eyes turned a gesture that should�ve been comforting to something that was mildly terrifying. �I know all about how you whored yourself out to feed your addictions, your furtive sessions of fellatio in alleyways.� he whispered, his breath caressing Riku�s face. �I saw it, and I wept for you. My lost one. I suppose you couldn�t help it, your mother was the same way, after all.�
Riku swallowed hard, determined to maintain some sense of dignity. He wouldn�t allow his memories to surface, and instead focused on how Ansem�s breath smelled like vanilla ice cream, cinnamon, and expensive coffee beans.
�Even now that you�ve managed to shake the drugs, I know how you sustain yourself through picking pockets.� Ansem scoffed. �A profession that is far beneath you. You could�ve been elevated to the ranks of the truly great, had you a bit more ambition and a bit less recklessness. But no, you would rather prostitute yourself on the streets than fully devote yourself to my causes.�
�You know why I left.� whispered Riku.
�Because of your pride.� hissed Ansem. �But what is pride, but the most worthless of all sins. You live in a disgusting apartment that should be condemned because of pride. You drown your sorrows in vice because of pride. And now you would deny me because of pride. Then you would go home, feast upon pride to silence the hunger pains, wrap yourself in pride to keep warm on your moth-eaten mattress, and in due time, inject pride into your veins to ease the sting of reality.�
Riku squeezed his eyes shut, desperately needing a respite from Ansem�s words. Tears threatened to spring forth, and he fought them back. Don�t you cry in front of him. Don�t you dare. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a slow shudder. A squeeze of his shoulders made him look up.
All cruelty was gone from Ansem�s face, leaving only the darkly serious expression he always wore. �Riku, I do not say these things to cut you. I say them because you need to hear them. I want you to be Sora�s guide.� He squeezed Riku�s shoulders again.
Riku considered. He�s right, I have nothing to lose. I have nothing at all. Then why is every fiber of my being urging me to walk away? �But I don�t like Sora.� he offered as token resistance.
Ansem made a face that could possibly pass for a smile. �Once you get to know him, you�ll love him.�
Riku ignored the cold chill he felt at those words. �What all would I have to do?� I can�t believe I�m agreeing to this.

Ansem removed his hands from Riku�s shoulders and crossed his arms. �Just take him around the city with you, test his combat skills from time to time, teach him the things he needs to know, etcetera, etcetera.�
Riku raised an eyebrow. �And how much do I get paid for being his nanny?�
�Enough.� Ansem replied dryly. �I will also have a room prepared for you in the hotel, so I suggest you take a Wal-Mart bag and collect your meager belongings from your apartment sometime before nightfall.�
�You just can�t resist taking shots at me, can you?� asked Riku in exasperation.
�I�m afraid I cannot.� agreed Ansem. �Simply consider it your penance for not allowing me to take you to bed.�
Riku blanched. �When you put it like that, I�d say it�s a fair trade.� He shifted, feeling awkward because of the rapidly changing emotional atmosphere. �Can I go now? I have to go find a Wal-Mart bag.�
�You�re not fooling me, Riku. I�m quite sure that you have several lying around your apartment, doubtlessly stuffed into your windows to keep the draft out.� Ansem responded, never missing a beat.
Riku winced. �Hey, ouch. Enough picking on poor little Riku, okay?�
Ansem raised his hands in a gesture of peace. �I�m quite finished. When you return, obtain your key from the woman at the front desk. Dinner will be held in the ballroom at nine if you�re feeling up to it. I doubt that you will, although you could definitely use the sustenance.�
Riku scowled.
�Ah, but you will be formally introduced to Sora tomorrow morning. I think you two have had enough of each other for one day.� Ansem finished. He glanced at the window, skillfully ignoring Riku�s glare. �It�s raining again.�
Before Riku could answer, the door opened behind him, and he turned around. Sora stood there, looking thoroughly confused as to why Riku hadn�t been killed yet. Like I have no business still being alive, he thought bitterly. �What do you want? Can�t you see men are talking, kiddo?�
Sora glared. �Last time I checked, I was eighteen. So, don�t call me kiddo.�
Riku gaped. Eighteen?! He�s only one year younger than I am! Oh man... Riku heard Ansem�s low chuckle and immediately schooled his face into a neutral expression. �Whatever, kitten.�
Sora stiffened. �Could you leave, already? I need to talk to Ansem in private.�
Riku glanced at Ansem who nodded. �Fine. I was through here, anyway.� he snapped, heading for the door. That�s okay. I got something for your ass, alright.

�Thank God.� muttered Sora. He shoved past Riku for the third time that day.
With the greatest of pleasure, Riku tripped him.

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Notes: Thanks to everyone who has read this far! ^_^ Chapter 4 will be coming very soon, and I�d like to encourage everybody to leave feedback, even if it�s not exactly positive. So long as it�s helpful and constructive criticism, it�s cool. No flames, though. >_<
If you haven�t already, check out my other story, Change My Stripes. It�s a different mood than this one, but it�s still fine.
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