A/N So hey, here's another SI OC fic for you guys to read so you know I'm not dead. And not only is it an SI OC fic, but also a genderbender fic. Bit of a heads up, it starts in first person before shifting over to third person, which will be the permanent POV for this fic. I'll explain more about it at the end of this chapter.

Disclaimer for the entire story: I don't own Katekyō Hitman Reborn! or anything related to the franchise! I am in no ways Akira Amano, nor will I ever be!

Full Summary (because character limit forced my hand and I had to give credit where it's due): It's all fun and games until you realize that you've been reincarnated in a once fictional world where you're the next in line to become a mafia boss and any chance you potentially had at a normal life will get gunned down by a baby hitman…repeatedly. Sawada Setsuna is anything but amused because it took a baseball to the chest to realize who she actually was and even then, her first thought is to buy a lock for her room. SI reincarnated as fem!Tsuna. Eventual Reverse-Harem.

The original cover art was by the awesome dodomir23 of deviantart (now known as lewd-dodo, but really, go check them out, their art is hella nice). Current cover art is done by the AMAZING Wyrvel, author of Dead-Eyed Tsuna, which everyone should DEFINITELY check out if you love AUs and world-building like me. Seriously, guys, check it out, the writing is PHENOMENAL.

I honestly shouldn't be publishing so many stories when I have so many others to update, but I have a reason for writing this fic, so do make sure to check out the A/N at the end of this chapter. Have fun reading!

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Do you ever wake up and ask yourself if your life can get any more normal? I sure do, because I want my life to be normal. I want it to play out as normally as possible, with as few bumps in the road that I could possibly ask for. From what I can say so far, I've already failed at having a seemingly normal appearance, with orange-brown eyes and brown hair that liked to defy gravity.

I should have known something was up the instant I looked into a mirror. And who could forget that I went from living in southern California to some place in Japan? Certainly not me, and the circumstances that brought this situation are far different from what I could have ever expected.

First off—reincarnation exists. Ask me for proof and I'll point to myself—because almost thirteen years ago (maybe even more than that), I was some random adult struggling to get through college. It wasn't a remarkable life by any means, but I wasn't complaining…too much, at least. Then came the day a stray bullet pierced me through the heart and bam, there goes whatever life I had. By the way, fuck the police—you're the reason I'm in this shit!

I was under the impression that death was where it ended (maybe had some hope that there was a possible afterlife), but then I had the most unpleasant experience discovering that reincarnation exists. Don't ask me about it, I'm still trying to repress those memories now that I can actually think about them without too many issues.

The language barrier was jarring at first, but nothing could compare to the shock I got when I realized that I wasn't in my world anymore—the world I came from previously. It really says a lot when you come across children your age with hair that is far too spiky and blue (or any other color, for that matter) to be natural. Except it is natural, because guess who had the luck of being born into an anime-esque world?

Yeah, the day I came to terms with that was the day I decided that I wanted a normal life. Then I took a good look in the mirror and realized that I had some work to do if I wanted to avoid getting shoved into the spotlight. So came the goal of becoming some unimportant background character, because vivid memories of too much anime and manga made life as a character out of either quite…unpleasant.

Look, I just want a normal life with the least amount of drama and no romance—at least until I turn twenty, which is when I am legally considered an adult. Hopefully, I'll be as far away as possible from any high school harem shenanigans. I want nothing to do with magical girls and I'm seriously banking on my seemingly normal hair color (which is brown, in case you're wondering) to lock me out of that genre permanently.

I am extremely wary of being involved in any shoujo drama and the like, so I'm doing my best to pick my friends carefully…not that I have any worth mentioning (or any at all, for that matter). I doubt I'll be a shounen protagonist, considering that I'm female (for the most part). Honestly, I don't mind at all, as I'd rather have a peaceful life devoid of any action.

My mother is still alive (no dead anime mom hairstyle on this mother!) and apart from the occasional disappearances without any explanations, my father was somewhat involved in my life. I'd rather he wasn't, though—not with the way he acts sometimes. Like, he's a good guy, though embarrassing at times, but…the guy almost dropped me as a baby and I'm not exactly the type of person to ever forget that. Just—who gave this man a baby? Mama did, that's who, so all I can ask is WHY?!

Sometimes, I don't get what Mama sees in Papa…but who am I to judge? I guess he does look nice, though that natural blond hair really does seem off for someone who is supposed to be Japanese. But I suppose that, after a while, you just gotta ignore the way genetics work (even though my brain really does want to crack the code) in this world—or any world that's out of an anime or a manga…

In a similar vein, I learned to ignore that I might be some character out of an anime or manga—though, not enough to purposely sit in the seat next to the window in class. I wasn't going to risk it, which is why I always made sure I got to school on time—I will not be that girl who runs out of the house with a piece of bread in her mouth, yelling she's late. I don't care if it only happens to high school students—I'm not risking it. There was enough truth to Senpai Club that it's just best to take precautions.

As I've mentioned before, I don't exactly have any friends. Popular is the last word I'd ever used to describe myself, being the kid that everyone picked on for having ridiculously spiky hair. Yeah, it was just my luck that I ended up being the only kid in my class with spiky hair. Seriously, fuck my hair! I want my thick, curly mess back—frizz and all, not this anime-esque bullshit of a hair-type!

I had to grow out my hair so as to weigh down the spikes. It took a while, but once my hair had gotten long enough, the teasing stopped. I would like to say that that was the end of that, but then everyone found something else about me to focus on instead. People can be so shallow—children especially, but the joke's on them! I don't give a shit about being pudgy!

I mean, I'm still young, but even then, being pudgy is nothing new to me, when I was already on the heavy side to begin with in my past life. The only actual difference I can point out is that, for once, I am getting picked on for being chubby and not because I'm taking medication for my ADHD.

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I might have issues that still linger from my past life, but my body certainly isn't one of them (and neither is my ADHD). Honestly, I feel rather comfortable with this body because I still feel like me. It's not that difficult to find clothes that fit, either (not yet, at least—I'll cross that bridge when I get there). And it is surprisingly easy to verbally slap a bitch that won't back down, even though I'm mostly ignoring what they are saying.

Bullying aside, I did rather well in school—better than I was expecting to do, anyways. It probably helped that I had knowledge and knowledge is power, though in my case, I was basically cheating for being a child with the knowledge of an immature college student. Not that anyone could ever prove it (nor did they ever questioned such intelligence—I made sure of that) and I was totally proud of being the person with the highest grades in my class. After what I had to put up with in my past life, it's actually nice having passing grades that are higher than a seventy percent, like say—ninety percent and above.

As you can see, my new life certainly had better perks than my previous life, where I struggled in places and didn't have the courage to stand up for myself. And because I wasn't waiting until I was in high school to decide what I was going to do with my life, I decided to start doing so now. I was considering going into a field of science, because my knowledge of science loves to annoy the shit out of me when I least need it (like biology and physics)…so I might as put it to use, as I had planned to in my past life before I got shot in the chest by that stupid cop.

There was so much potential I had with this life, never mind the fact that I was no longer in the same reality I once inhabited. I was just content to have a second chance at living out a life where I actually knew what I wanted to do with myself.

Then I found out that it wasn't just coincidence that my nickname was Tsuna.

Tsuna, by the way, is short for Setsuna—nice name, huh? I certainly thought so until the day I found out that Sawada Setsuna was, for all intents and purposes, a female Sawada Tsunayoshi that probably shouldn't have existed.

And yet, somehow, she did and this is the story of the life I now shared with her.

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Sawada Setsuna (or Tsuna, for short) is a twelve-year-old round-faced girl who has recently gotten out of elementary school. She has long, brown hair that she usually has tied up in twintails and brown eyes that possess a prominent orange tinge. She is short, chubby, and has quite the penchant for junk food and sweets. She also likes to read manga, of which she has just bought a number of volumes from the bookstore. A satisfied smile crosses her face as she makes her way home, thinking to herself that today is another day of her spring vacation well spent.

She is just minding her own business, thoughts focused on everything but her surroundings. Had she been more observant, then she would have noticed the group of boys playing baseball just a short distance away from her as she cuts through the park. She hears them, but pays them no particular attention. She wants nothing more than to get home as soon as possible, which is why she is taking a shortcut today instead of her usual route.

It is a mistake that Tsuna will soon come to regret when a tall boy with short, spiky black hair is up to bat. He notices the girl but says nothing, focusing his gaze instead on the pitcher. His hands grip the bat tightly as he gets into position. It shouldn't be that difficult for him to hit the ball—and it isn't.

Clang!

The noise the metal bat makes when it hits the ball is music to the boy's ears. A wide grin crosses his face as he watches the ball soar through the air. The sight is always so mesmerizing to him. Then he notices the direction the ball is going—it's heading towards that girl!

It takes him some time to react and soon, his voice joins the others as they all call out to the girl. Their attempts to warn the girl backfires when she stops walking and turns toward their direction—yet another mistake Tsuna makes. It happens far too quickly for anyone to do anything about it and by the time Tsuna gets a clue, a baseball hits her right in the chest with enough force to knock her flat onto her ass.

The pain unbearable, but Tsuna's priorities happen to be elsewhere when she turns her attention to the volumes of manga scattered across the ground around her. She never had the best of priorities to begin with, but really—she just bought those volumes. She didn't mean to drop her bag, but it happened and now, she was going to be very, very angry if there was any damage done to any of the volumes… Well, she would be, as soon as her chest stopped fucking hurting.

"WHY?!" she so desperately wants to ask, her hand pressed tightly over her chest. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes and she counts herself fortunate that the baseball hadn't hit her in the breasts (that were just starting to develop). She still wants to cry, however…she really wants to cry.

Ow, ow, ow, ow!

But Tsuna isn't the type of person to cry in front of others. Not now or ever—and she certainly isn't going to start now. Especially not with the way these boys were crowding around her, asking if she was okay. She swats a few hands that try to touch her—she is not in the mood for physical contact. She just wants to be alone, but it seems she can't even bring herself to say that, with the way her chest hurts so fucking much.

The tall boy with spiky hair finds himself being stared at by the other boys. He smiles sheepishly at them as he continues to collect the volumes of manga off the ground. He knows it's his fault—he was the one who hit the baseball. He only nods his head and continues to smile when he hears them saying that he should have been more careful. Yes, he definitely should have been careful.

He speaks only after he's finished bagging the manga that had been on the ground, holding the bag out for Tsuna to take as soon as he was close by her. "I'm sorry for hitting you in the chest!"

He smiles widely, hoping Tsuna can understand his sincerity. He can hear the other boys talking to each other, laughing that it was so like of him to act this way.

"Is there any way I can make it up to you?" He wants to do something about this—anything. Baseball can wait until then.

Tsuna blinks a few times and shakes her head. "I-I'm fine—just go back to what you were doing!"

She snatches the bag out of his hand afterwards. The boy blinks once, his smile ceasing for a moment before making a strong return. He still says nothing, but he decides to stay by Tsuna's side, while the other boys decide to take her words to heart and go their own separate ways—as soon as they finished packing up. It seems that today's baseball game had come to an end—the boy wouldn't blame them, even though he wishes it could have gone on a bit longer. But he ignores the pang in his chest as he attempts to help Tsuna stand up.

Tsuna has never been one to handle attention of this sort. She is used to keeping to herself—that's how it has been for her during these past twelve, almost thirteen, years. She tries to smack away the boy's hand, but he still keeps his hand extended towards her. It takes her a few seconds to realize that he's not giving up, so she decides to play along—maybe then he'll leave.

Except he doesn't, because the boy stays by her side—just watching her as she brushes the dirt off her jeans and shirt.

"Are you okay?" he asks, bending down a bit so that the two saw eye to eye.

Tsuna scowls, somewhat annoyed with how persistent this boy was. This was the longest anyone has ever stuck around. But it seems that this boy was just different from everyone else.

Just my luck…

"I'm fine," she tries to say, but the look in the boy's eyes says he knows she's just lying.

God dammit…

"Hmm…" The boy stands up straight and then crosses his arms. He thinks for a moment, his gaze focused on Tsuna. He knows she's not fine—getting hit in the chest with a baseball must have hurt. And he could tell that she almost cried—her eyes are still red, in fact. Why she was holding it in, he had no clue. Even so, it wasn't nice to make people cry. Which is why he wanted to do something to make it up to her.

Tsuna shifts uncomfortably under the boy's stare. She has no idea what it is that he's thinking or even if she wants to know. All she wants to do is go home and she was about ready to do so, when suddenly, the boy lifted her into his arms after having what he would like to call a brilliant moment of inspiration.

"Whawawa—!" It took every fiber of Tsuna's being to not scream out. She held her bag tightly to her chest, regretting it almost instantly when she felt a stinging pain come from the contact her bag full of manga made with her chest. "Ow, ow, ow!"

And yet, despite the pain, Tsuna keeps her bag close to her chest. She didn't want to drop it—and right now, she finds that she is far too uncomfortable with the idea that the boy will drop her to pay too much attention to the pain in her chest.

"Please don't drop me," she had all but begged, feeling somewhat disturbed at how happy the boy appeared.

"I won't!" He smiles as though nothing is wrong and to him, nothing really is wrong. He has no issues carrying Tsuna, which is something that she notices.

"How in the fuck?!" Tsuna wants to know how it is that someone so lanky can carry her with such ease. She's not exactly the lightest person around, despite her short height. And compared to the boy, he is the exact opposite of what she is, being both tall and thin.

He is a lot like most of the boys around her age were—tall, lanky, and most likely to start experiencing the joys of puberty. And by joys, Tsuna means hell because puberty fucking sucks and she is not looking forward to experiencing it a second time. She had enough issues as is with her baby teeth (and whatever of them now remained) after a rather harrowing experience, in which Tsuna briefly forgot that she was a child again and nearly gave her father a heart attack when she lost her first baby tooth.

"Say, do you like sushi?" the boy asks, snapping Tsuna out of her thoughts.

Tsuna makes a face, feeling rather confused as she responds quite honestly, "I-I guess—aah!"

Without any warning, the boy starts to run with Tsuna still in his arms. Where he is heading, Tsuna doesn't know, but she can tell that he has a destination in mind that he has every intent on taking her there. Biting her lip, Tsuna can only hope that wherever it is that he is taking her, that maybe—just maybe—it wouldn't be as weird as he is.

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About half an hour later, Tsuna finds herself at a sushi bar that the boy's father owned. At the moment, she is quietly eating salmon roe sushi and trying her best to ignore that the boy. He sits across from her on the opposite side of the table, just staring at her with a pensive smile on his face. She feels rather awkward and the boy's father does nothing to help with her situation, with the way he keeps walking up to them to ask if everything is fine.

To be quite honest, it is somewhat fine. It could be better, if he could just leave them alone, but Tsuna is trying her best to be as polite as ever. She tries, because it is the least she can do, since the boy is treating her to sushi as means of an apology for hitting her in the chest with a baseball.

She might have gotten into the expensive side in her choice in sushi, but only upon the insistence by the boy's father when she tried picking the cheapest items on the menu.

TakeSushi is the name of the sushi bar and while Tsuna wanted to laugh at the name when she first saw it, she can't help but find it somewhat familiar. She knows she has never visited this particular sushi bar before, but the niggling feeling of familiarity kept eating away at her until she started searching through her memories for any references as to why she felt this way.

It is at that moment that the boy's father decided to drop by and check up on them for the umpteenth time. "How's everything?"

"It's fine…" Tsuna quietly responds, trying her best to ignore the stares directed at her.

"Say, I never caught your name—I'm Yamamoto Tsuyoshi," the man introduces himself.

"S-Sawada Setsuna—but everyone just calls me Tsuna…" Tsuna says before putting a piece of sushi in her mouth. She isn't in any mood to talk and she hopes her actions would get the message across.

Tsuyoshi stares at Tsuna for a moment before smiling wide in a manner that reminded her of the boy. It becomes rather apparent to her that the boy takes after his father the most. "That's a cute name!"

Tsuna swallows hard, her face burning red in response to the compliment she just received. She never did so well with compliments—probably because she rarely ever got them from people who weren't related to her. At least with them, she knew how to keep her guard up. But here—she is entirely out of her element.

"Well, if you need anything else, just call out for me or have my son come fetch me." Tsuna feels that Tsuyoshi is far too happy to give out what might as well be free expensive sushi to a girl his son brought home. "Feel free to order anymore sushi if you'd like."

"Okay…" Tsuna has never been known for her people skills, being quite the anxious person when not pushing people away. She considers it ironic, being a former communications major, but she has long since come to terms with that. "I should probably work on changing that…"

But until then, Tsuna just hopes the boy doesn't try talking to her again, now that his father had left the two of them alone.

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"So I'm Yamamoto Takeshi and I'm really sorry for hitting you in the chest with a baseball," the boy finally decides to speak to Tsuna after staying quiet for so long.

"It's fine," Tsuna reassures him with a nervous smile as she picks up another piece of sushi off her plate using a pair of chopsticks. A moment passes and Tsuna comes to a realization, the sushi mere centimeters away from her mouth. Her eyes widen and she almost drops her chopsticks when her brain finally makes a connection as to why TakeSushi was so familiar.

Alongside that, Yamamoto Tsuyoshi and Takeshi most certainly ring a bell and it is because of the latter that Tsuna makes a discovery that makes her feel like a complete idiot.

She is Sawada Setsuna, known usually as Tsuna—a nickname that had stuck on for so many years. Tsuna doesn't mind, as it isn't her first time living a life where she is mostly known by a nickname. It's been almost thirteen years since she left that life—maybe even more, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that she still remembers and what she remembers is some of the interests she had.

Some of those interests carried over to her new life—a most prominent interest being in videogames and manga. Now when it came to manga, Tsuna recalls reading a lot in the past and with her most recent discovery, she realizes that she had been on the right track when it involved the world she had been reborn into and with that in mind, she can't help but feel frustrated.

Motherfucker!

She tried—she truly tried her best to stay out of the spotlight as the protagonist or secondary character out of an anime or manga. She really did, as she had her sights set on living a normal life. But as fate would have it, all her attempts have been in vain as she is most definitely the protagonist to a manga. And though she never really recalled a Sawada Setsuna, she did remember a Tsuna…

And he was a boy named Tsunayoshi, with a future as the tenth generation boss of the Vongola Famiglia. Apparently, in this world, Tsunayoshi exists as a girl named Setsuna, which meant that soon, Tsuna would be seeing a baby hitman trying to pass himself off as her tutor.

Whatever chance at a normal life Tsuna had would eventually be gunned down by the aforementioned baby hitman…repeatedly—without any mercy. Had she been amused, which she most definitely is not, she would have laughed at the thought. Instead, she stays quiet and finishes off the rest of her sushi. She then grabs her bag full of manga and stands up, catching Takeshi almost by surprise.

"What's wrong?" he asks, looking somewhat concerned.

"I need to buy a lock." One that Tsuna plans on installing on the door to her room—because if she wanted her privacy to last, then she better get to it now before the day comes when she is surrounded by guys. "While I'm at it, I should also get some cute underwear."

Because Tsuna has an idea what is going to happen eventually and if she is going to be flashing her underwear at people, then she might as well make sure she is wearing something nice and concealing. With that decision in mind, Tsuna makes her way out of TakeSushi—but not before thanking Takeshi for everything. She expects to leave the sushi bar on her own, except Takeshi makes sure that that isn't the case as he follows her out.

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A/N 11-16-16 So, uhhh…yeah, guess who finally decided to clean up the first few chapters to this fic? First off, I'd like to apologize for deleting the other chapters, but I needed to do that in case my editing/expanding created new scenes, because that is definitely a thing and yeah… Feel free to point out any mistakes I've made, because there's a good chance some thing might have gotten past me.

I do have a PDF of the old copy of this fic, so if anyone is interested, just ask me for it (but in the meantime, just look this fic up on AO3, you can find it there still in its original form until otherwise). If I get enough people asking for it, I'll post it up on my profile and because this website still doesn't let links work, you'll find a working link on my tumblr at klonoadreams (where you can find all the other links on my profile under fanfiction stuff).

Life has been pretty hectic for me, with school kicking my ass, last week fucking happened, and of course, my friend committed suicide last month—but otherwise, I'm still kicking! And I hope you can still find some enjoyment out of this fic! Thank you to everyone who has been so patient and holy crap, I can't believe this fic has hit 1K in follows, just...THANK YOU.

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Original note pre 11-16-16 that still applies to this story/chapter:

So like…this story was actually supposed to be posted at a later date, but I got so impatient because I just wanted to show you guys, my readers, how much I appreciate that you guys are happy I write fanfiction. As of lately, I've been getting reviews and private messages just thanking me for taking time out of my life to write fanfiction and being so patient with reviewers as well. It truly means a lot when I get reviews and/or PMs like that. I feel so giddy and warm inside—it makes me truly appreciate the fact that I have been writing for almost six years, now.

I know I should be updating my other fics (expect an update for Gone Fishing soon), but I just felt the need to show my appreciation in some form and considering that this fic is not only an SI OC fic, but also a genderbender—two genres I'm known for. So in a way, this fic is like killing two birds with one stone.

I'm not sure if I ever told you guys, but I once had plans on making a genderbender KHR fic. Though, to be honest, I prefer this fem!Tsuna over what I originally had planned. Because my planned fem!Tsuna would have stayed in character to what canon!Tsuna was like and now that I've started this fic, this Tsuna has caught my attention.

The title of this fic is meant to reflect on how SI!Tsuna feels about her situation. Most of my SI OC fics have my SI OCs realizing the horror of being reborn in the world of Naruto or One Piece. SI!Tsuna, however, is 100% done with the fact that it took her nearly thirteen years to realize she was reborn as a female Sawada Tsunayoshi after trying to avoid becoming an anime/manga character for so long. She will be sarcastic. She will be snarky and she will most definitely be apathetic to most of the world's shenanigans, because she was hoping for a normal life, only to realize that she never had a chance.

Keep in mind that the reason SI!Tsuna is like that is because it has been like…three years since I last read the KHR manga and I have never watched the anime at all. Of course, as of recently, I started reading the manga again, so that's going to change when it comes to me, but not SI!Tsuna. SI!Tsuna also happens to be chubby and the reason why is…why not? And please do refrain from making any negative comments in regards to this choice.

In each of my SI OC stories so far, there has been one unique trait I have given to them that set them apart from each other before their personalities became distinct enough to differentiate them from one another. Gone Fishing's Mako is half-fishman, Metamorphosis's Shiki has asthma, and Butterfly Child's Chōko is screwed over by irony, which is how she ended up being a glasses-wearing Akimichi with a fast-metabolism that has caused an imbalance in her body, which is why she's thin and can't use her clan's techniques. Fun fact: I don't wear glasses (I'm the only one in my family who doesn't wear them…yet) and I'm chubby, which is why everything involving Chōko is so ironic.

That aside, what all my SI OCs have in common is that they are all asexual (don't experience sexual attraction) and have ADHD—because I'm asexual and have ADHD. This will always stay consistent with the SI OCs I write, so do keep that in mind. And remember, just because they're asexual doesn't mean they are incapable of experiencing romantic attraction, like an aromantic. So do expect romance to most likely pop up waaay later into the story, so I'm hoping for an exciting session of the shipping games, like in Metamorphosis and Butterfly Child. Do try to have fun.

You can totally blame The (Somewhat) Inevitable Harem of One Tsunayoshi Sawada by FruitPastilles—that fic is the reason why I was suddenly brought back into the KHR fandom. And along with that, you can thank Chōko's harem game (as reviewers have put it), because you can expect a reverse-harem in this fic. Honestly, with a fem!Tsuna, that is always a given, so this is gonna be a wild ride.

Expect UnstableFable and ChibiFoxAI to pop up every now and again, because UnstableFable is the reason I started this fic earlier than expected, for her excitement having been contagious. ChibiFoxAI, as usual, is awesome at contributing ideas (like UnstableFable) and good at just brainstorming with (like UnstableFable, again). These two are just too awesome…

So like, this story is mostly going to be comedic (with serious moments from time to time), so that's why you see the humor in this genre. However, I'm having problems with the secondary genre, like it's friendship now, though I'm wondering if I should just stick romance to it because of the eventual reverse harem. Feel free to give suggestions, if any of you guys have any, because it would certainly help.

So this about it for now, and I'm hoping that this chapter was at least enjoyable for you guys to read. Until next time, everyone! KD out! XD