Melee Academy of Higher Learning for Boys

Year Four – The Final Year

-One-

It was late summer, almost fall, which meant that the weather was, for the most part, cool with a slight breeze and a chance of rain, the way it was most of the time in Nintendo Land; there were a few days, however, where it was a hot, humid, sticky sort of day. In those times, because the Nintendo Gods seemed to conspire against The Manse (or perhaps it was because Master Hand was quite cheap), the air conditioning didn't work. Or if it did, by some miracle, work, then the air was never cool enough. There were a select few residents who came from cool or even cold, sometimes frigid, climates, and to them, this 'cool, but never cold enough' air was unacceptable.

Today, however, was not one of those 'hot and humid with a chance of thunderstorms' days they received every now and then. It felt more like early autumn than late summer.

Roy had only been back for a day and a half and he was barely unpacked. As a result, his luggage took up the computer chair and the floor next to the desk. Figuring he could unpack later, he went to the closet and grabbed his 'spring' uniform, which was basically the winter uniform with a shorts and no blazer option, threw it on, and shoved his personal effects into his bag.

"Hurry up, Link!" Roy yelled as he left his room and ran down the hall to the intricately decorated staircase. He didn't wait for a response and he wasn't expecting one to begin with. It was more of a warning that he should dawdle no longer.

Roy slid down the banister and landed gracefully at the bottom, as was expected of someone who was good with their footwork. The usual arguments and fighting were absent from the kitchen as he entered. Seated at the table already were Marth, who he gave a kiss on the cheek to as he went past; Zelda, who looked a little uncomfortable in the clothes she was wearing; and last but not least were three of the four Twerp Quartet members. Then there was Peach in the pantry searching for more pancake batter.

"Hey, Li—" Roy did a double take as he sat down and realized it was Young Link who was sitting at the table. Not that he would have been wrong to call him 'Link' because that was, after all, his name. "Little Link."

Nice save, Marth thought as he continued reading the paper.

Young Link looked up from his bowl of Cheerios and scowled. "Aren't I a little too old now to be called that?"

Zelda giggled. "You're a little old for 'Young Link', even. But if we called you 'Link', it'd be hard to differentiate between you two."

Young Link sighed. "I'm doomed to be 'Young Link' forever at this rate."

Peach exited the pantry with a box of Biskwik in hand.

"Who wants pancakes?"

Young Link and Roy raised their hands.

"What about you, Zelda? What do you want?"

Zelda shrugged. "I think I'll be fine with my tea, thank you."

Peach clicked her tongue. "You should eat something for breakfast. It'll do good for the baby, you know."

Zelda sighed. "All right. I'll have some pancakes."

"What about you, Marth?"

Marth folded the paper up and left it by Mewtwo's chair.

"I'll just have coffee, Peach."

Peach shook her head. "You royals and your no eating breakfast policy."

But you're a royal yourself, Peach, Marth thought as Roy leaned against him sleepily.

"No wonder you're so thin, Marth," Peach continued. "You're practically starving yourself. Well. I won't let you leave this kitchen until you've had something to eat!"

"But—"

"No 'buts'!" Peach interrupted as she poured Biskwik onto the pancake grill.

Roy poked Marth in his side repeatedly.

"What?"

Roy snickered. "Peach's right – you are really skinny."

"That's what happens when you subsist on fish and potatoes."

The red head pouted. "I'm sorry you had to visit Pherae during Saint Elimine's feast week. We're not allowed to touch blood, see, and in order to get meat, you need to kill, and meat has blood and—"

"I've hunted before," Marth interrupted. "And it's fine. I have nothing against fish or anything, but… I don't think I've ever eaten as many potatoes as I had when we were in Pherae."

"What does anyone want in their pancakes?"

"Chocolate chips," Young Link said as he finished his cereal and went to retrieve a banana.

"I have a craving for fried bananas," Zelda murmured.

"Young Link, hand me a banana," Peach said as she sprinkled chocolate chips into half of the batter. Young Link gave her three instead, because he knew how Peach operated – she always wanted more than what she asked for.

"Roy?"

"What Young Link's having."

"Marth?"

"…Same."

Peach hummed to herself as she cooked.

"Anyway, Pherae has a lot of potatoes because we have a huge potato farm. It's run by some guy who was originally from Caelin—a marquess-state now apart of Ostia—and he also fought alongside my father twenty two or so years ago. So we get a good deal on them and so we have a lot of potatoes."

"Is that so?"

"Mmm."

"Well…" Marth played with his napkin. "Well at least you'll never have to worry about starving, right?"

Roy nodded. "True."

Peach plated all the pancakes and set them down in front of their respective person.

"Does anyone know if Link is up yet?" she asked as she looked at the clock. "It's getting late—almost seven."

"Knowing my older self," Young Link said as he cut into his pancakes using the side of his fork, "he's probably sleeping still."

Peach sighed as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Well, I have to get to work soon, so if he's not down soon, he's going to get no breakfast."

The back door opened and in stepped Ike and Lucas. Ike looked like he had just gotten out of the shower and Lucas looked like he just fell out of bed and left The Parthenon. They looked the way they did because they did just step out of the shower and get out of bed, respectively.

"Mornin'," Ike said before he yawned. He even threw in a little wave at the end.

"Morning," everyone answered, though Young Link's sounded more like "Noogh roordng" than anything resembling English.

"Morning, Nessie," Lucas said as he sat on Ness's other side.

"Not you too, Lucas," Ness complained. "Dammit, Link, I will—"

Young Link shoved a roll into Ness's mouth to shut him up.

"Didn't take long for you to get knocked up, did it?" Ike said to Zelda as he sat down at the now crowded table. Zelda flushed.

"So, Marthy, you and Roy hitched yet?"

Marth hid his blush by pretending he was wiping syrup off his face; Roy merely ignored Ike's remark.

"No, we aren't."

Ike grinned impishly. "It's not like you have to wait a year or nothin', especially since Roy isn't a virgin—"

"Hey, Ike, did you forget there are children present?" Roy interrupted, gesturing to the Twerp Quartet.

Young Link choked on his pancakes. "Hey! Who're you callin' a child?"

Ness thumped him on the back. "I concur with that."

Young Link gave Ness a look. "I told you to stop reading the dictionary."

"Don't stifle me!"

"I'll show you stifling!"

If life were an anime, all present would have 'sweatdropped'. However, since it wasn't an anime, they didn't do the aforementioned. Ike got up from the table to get himself a bowl of cereal; Lucas started on some last minute homework; Marth reread the newspaper; Roy was trying to feel Marth up; Zelda focused on her pancakes; and Young Link and Ness started a fight right there at the table.

"Hey! Who said you could eat one of my pancakes?!" Young Link shouted as he grabbed Ness's shirt.

"Me," Ness said with a smirk on his face.

"What are you guys, five?" Ike asked, mouth full of Cap'n Crunch.

"When will you guys hit puberty, anyway?" Roy added. "You both scream like girls."

The fighting suddenly died out. Young Link sheathed his Kokiri Sword and Ness put away his now broken baseball bat.

"Just remember that steel pwns wood," Young Link said as he sat down in his seat.

To an outsider, the exchange and subsequent fighting between Young Link and Ness would have sparked concern. However, since this was The Manse and everyone inside it had lived in it for four years now, this wasn't something new. Usually it happened between Ganondorf and Link or Bowser and Mario. Every now and then Sonic would come over and Mario would get into an altercation of sorts.

To them, this was all normal. For something to be considered 'normal', it would have to happen every day to the point of desensitization. By this point, unless someone ended up dead or severely injured, it wouldn't bother anyone in the least.

Welcome to The Manse, where life would be too violent to show in even the highest rated reality TV show. It would be too violent for Jerry Springer, even, and some of those people are batshit insane.

-x-

Roy played with his lighter as Link came down the stairs, shirt untucked, blazer wide open, shoes not even done so the laces were going this way and that. He sighed at his friend's disheveled appearance and gestured into the kitchen.

"You better get some breakfast before Peach lectures you on the importance of breakfast again."

Link ran in and quickly grabbed a slice of toast before running back out. At this point, Roy had the front door open and was trying to light a cigarette.

"You ready to go?" Roy said through the cigarette as the flame finally caught the end. He took a long drag from it afterwards. "Marth's been waiting for ten minutes already."

Link shoved the toast into his mouth – it wasn't that large a piece, really – and stumbled drunkenly out the door with Roy not far behind. They walked to the shiny car idling in the driveway, where Marth was drumming his fingers against the top of the steering wheel. Though Marth was a patient person – he had to be in order to be a prince, after all – he could not tolerate lateness of any sort. Roy got in the front seat of the Mercedes and Link scooted in the back next to Ike.

"You know the rule, Roy," Marth said at once as his fiancé opened the window. "No smoking in my car." He'd rather it smell like new car and overtly-strong pine scented car freshener than like an ashtray. Marth was also a health nut, the type who would probably plant a couple hundred trees so the air quality wouldn't suck, and the type to propose bills to limit cigarette smoking in public.

Roy took one last, quick drag from it before flicking it out onto the gravel that served as their driveway.

They drove in silence aside from the occasional click click click the turn signal made when Marth would use it. Ike was gazing out the window and watching the leaves fall from the trees; Link was up against Ike, half-asleep; Roy was looking out the window and mentally saying goodbye to his summer; and Marth was busy glaring at the red light that had him stopped for ten minutes. After nearly having a head-on collision with someone who ended up in the wrong lane, and someone chasing after them for some imagined offence (something about telling the aliens they visited the wrong planet), they arrived (in one piece) in the school parking lot and Marth grabbed the last parking spot.

"Link, wake up," Ike murmured as he shook his boyfriend. Link stirred and did not look too happy at being shaken. Marth and Roy were already out of the car and on their way towards the school when Link and Ike managed to catch up.

"All right," Link said at the height of his yawn as he ran his hand through his hair.

Link felt a strange sensation once he entered the front doors. He wasn't sure how to describe it, really; he just suddenly felt…older, wiser. Roy, however, felt somewhat tired from the jetlag he experienced going from Pherae to Nintendo Land; Ike was bored out of his mind after an adventure in Crimea; and Marth sneezed and felt a cold coming on. There was an early autumn this year, and Marth was always known for getting sick at the first sign of cold.

"Fourth Year lists… Where would they be?" asked Link, who now felt like himself once again.

Roy shrugged as a group of First Years, frightened beyond belief, tried to find their homeroom roster.

"Somewhere on this floor, I'm guessing," Roy answered. "Let's go this way." He pointed down the hallway by guidance.

"Why there?" Link watched a group of First Years stare blankly at the door to the guidance suite before trying to figure out how to open it. One shrieked when the door suddenly slid open and Link snickered to himself.

Roy grabbed Link's arm and led him towards the direction he pointed to before. "Because it's less crowded."

So they meandered down the halls and were greeted by the "4th Years" sign under which was a giant list. There was already a crowd so they had to push their way through.

"Pherae… Pherae… Where is my name…?" Roy muttered as he looked down the list. He spotted Link's name instead of his and realized Link was looking at the wrong sheet of paper.

"Link, you're in room 306."

Link wrote it down on his hand. "Ooh, and it's right by the front door! How convenient."

Just when Roy was about to give up, he spotted his name. "I'm in room 306. We have the same homeroom again."

Link smiled. "We always do."

Roy sighed. "Our first year was a little weird with that. I think second semester started the whole 'we share a homeroom' thing."

Link shrugged. "I wonder if Schuldig'll be our homeroom teacher."

"Hopefully not," Roy answered as he fixed his tie. "Oh shit, I have the wrong tie on."

"…How can you have the wrong tie on?"

Roy gave him a look. "Uh, Link, we're Fourth Years. We wear a black tie, not one with red stripes."

"Well crap."

They left the crowd and decided to walk around for a bit to kill time. They would worry about their ties later.

"Do you know what class Ike's teaching?" Link asked as they went past a frantic group of sophomores.

"No clue. I don't think he even knows," Roy answered, just as one of the aforementioned sophomores screamed.

"Why do I always have problems finding my name?" the boy, whose name was Link, asked.

Ness patted him on the shoulder. "There's a freshman with your name, too. Except he doesn't have a middle name or anything."

Link, who went by 'Young Link' to avoid any confusion, banged his head against the faux-brick wall.

"I bet Link doesn't have any problems," Young Link muttered as he looked for the third time already. Ness and Popo looked at each other and then back at Young Link. It was the first time Young Link had ever mentioned his older half by his actual name.

Roy shrugged in response to Link's look and they continued walking.

"What about Marth? What's he teaching?"

"I think they opened up a new section for Japanese, or at least split it between two teachers, so he could be teaching one of them if Mewtwo isn't."

"There's really that big of a demand for Japanese?"

"I guess."

"Probably a bunch of Narutards, anyway," Link muttered as he kicked a paper ball around.

They stopped by room 221 out of habit and saw Marth moving things around inside.

"They gave you the job?" Roy asked as he entered the room.

"Two, actually," Marth amended. "I teach this and Altean now, and they put you both in there as my… What's the right Common expression?"

"Guinea pigs?" Roy offered.

Marth nodded. "Yes, that. You're both my guinea pigs. It wasn't my idea, so if either of you have a problem with it, go yell at your counselors."

Roy shrugged. "I don't care either way, so…"

Marth gave Roy a playful nudge. "Four years of Japanese and one of Altean will look great on college applications." He emphasized the last part of the sentence.

"What about four years of Japanese, three of Hylian, and one of Altean?" Link asked from his spot in the doorway.

"I thought you weren't planning on going to college?" Roy said.

Link shrugged. "No sense in not applying, right?"

"Why bother if you don't even really care?" Roy crossed his arms.

"Because everyone else is doing it, so might as well. Besides, I might be able to get in somewhere."

There was a lull in the conversation as Marth continued to unpack all his teacher things.

"You know, Marth, I just realized you have a really thick accent," Link said out of the blue.

Marth looked up from what he was doing once more, eyebrow raised.

"You're joking."

"Nah. I just noticed you say your 'r's weird. And you say 'Altean' as 'al-teh-ahn'."

"Link, what are you talking about?" Roy asked, confused. "Marth says 'al-tee-ehn'."

"He does not!"

"He does too."

"Nu-uh," Link argued.

"Uh-huh," Roy countered.

"Both of you, shut it," Marth interjected. "I'm sorry my accent gets in the way of you enjoying what I have to say, but for you to notice after four years is a little more than strange."

"And one other thing," Link said, finger jabbing at the air in front of him in an accusative way.

"What?" Marth had resumed what he was doing by this time.

"You're kind of nasally normally."

Marth sighed. "Once again, I apologise for my accent ruining your enjoyment of life."

"I think it's sexy," Roy commented. "So your opinion is now null and void, Link."

"Besides, Ike has a stranger accent than I do," Marth stated. "So if you're knocking on accents, you should go poke fun at him too."

"Is your Japanese like that, Marthy?" Link asked, genuinely curious.

"Is my Japanese like what, Link?"

"Nasally. 'Cause there's an accent in Japanese that's nasally like you are. It's called Tochigi-ben."

"Dude, there's more to an accent than that," Roy said. "Tochigi-ben has different words and grammar than Standard Japanese."

Link gave Roy a look that said 'since when were you such a geek?'

"Where'd you learn this?"

"Wikipedia," Roy answered. "Your favourite website, Linky."

"Hey, only Ike can call me 'Linky'."

Roy crossed his arms. "If that's the case, then why do you call Marth 'Marthy'? That's my nickname for him."

"Touché."

There was a clicking sound, a cough, and then, "Will all students please report to their administrative stations?"

Link scowled at the intercom. "…I hope we don't have to report to Hell."

Marth took out his roll book and his class roster. "'Hell'?"

"He means Schuldig," Roy translated.

"I think I'd kill myself if I got Ganondorf for homeroom," Link said.

"Well, you're not going to find out just by standing here," Marth said.

"Are you kicking us out without saying you're kicking us out?" Link asked as a bunch of Second Years filed in.

"Basically." He ignored the glare Link gave him. "Have a good day, Roy."

Roy gave Marth a quick kiss on the mouth and left with Link to room 306.

-x-

"Why, pray tell, do we have first period gym again?" Link asked as he and Roy made their way down to the first floor of the new building.

"I wish I could tell you," Roy answered. "Maybe to wake you up. You were falling asleep in Admin."

Link yawned as if to prove Roy's point. "That's because we have a normal teacher. Schuldig was a psycho and all, but at least he was interesting. All Mario does is talk about Peach and their not-yet-created child and how much he hates Bowser."

"And Mario can't read minds or control people."

"…Not yet," Link corrected. "One day the Nintendo Gods will bestow upon him the power to control the people, and he will use it to launch a crusade against Bowser and all his Koopa people. And then he'll control them and tell them to go kick Sonic's ass or something."

Roy looked at Link like he had six heads.

"What?"

"I think you need to cut down on the TV there."

They came to the gym entrance and saw a sign that said 'GYM CLOSED. REPORT TO AUDITORIUM'. Link nearly cried and Roy sighed exasperatedly.

"Come on, Link, let's go back to the third floor."

Instead of going all the way around, they cut through the third floor of the new building and then went down to the third floor of the old building. It was quicker this way, and they ended up next to the auditorium anyway.

"Why is it not that crowded?" Link asked as they walked to the front of the auditorium.

"Because it's Wednesday, so the underclassmen have lab."

They sat down where the department head told them to sit and they waited for Mr. Troy, whoever that was.

"Everyone for Mr. Troy, sit in the first three rows over here." Miss Judvskjda pointed to the area where Roy and Link were sitting.

Link nearly choked on his bottle of Lon Lon Milk when he saw his gym teacher enter from stage left.

"I-Ike?!"

Ike waved. "Mr. Troy to you, Link."

Link sighed. "School protocol sucks."

Ike laughed then as he got himself organized. He placed all of his stuff on the thirty thousand dollar concert piano and got out his class roster.

"Outside of class you can call me by my first if you want."

Link looked at his schedule and then smacked himself in the forehead.

"Duh, it says your name on my schedule!"

"So why are we here in the first place?" Roy asked in the hopes that he could have an intelligent discussion.

Ike sat on top of the piano then. "According to Tabuu, the gym is being remodeled, so for right now we're in here. We might end up using the stadium for everyone until it's done."

Link groaned. "But I'm sports-challenged! I can't do anything except like, archery and maybe volleyball…"

"We'd be doing all that either in the stadium or the arena at The Manse if there isn't enough room. There should be, though, but you never know."

"Besides, Link, we might even be able to do weight room or something instead of a sport," Roy said. "Then we won't have to worry about it."

Link toyed with his ID. "Yeah, maybe."

"Hey, don't you start panicking before we've been told how anything's gonna work," Ike said. "It's nothing to worry about anyway."

The department head, Miss Yridijda Judvskjda, was giving directions to the various teachers through a microphone so everyone could hear her. Not like they really could anyway since she had the mike too close to her mouth, so it all sounded muffled. Not only that, but she had a really thick accent that reminded most of a Russian accent.

"Teacher B is Mr. Valencio, up in the first row in the middle section; Mr. Troy is the first three rows right in front of the piano; Mr. Hedgehog is in the back of the same section…"

There were some last minute kids filing into the auditorium. Someone's walkie-talkie went off.

"Code 3-2-1," blared Snake, his voice staticky. "Redfield, Kennedy, come in."

"You do realize there are four of us, right?" replied a deeper voice. "I mean, do you mean me, Jilly, Claire, or Nick?"

"I can do it," Nicholas answered, for it was his walkie-talkie that went off in the first place. "Dad can patrol the auditorium—"

"Who is this 'Dad' person, Nick?" Snake asked. "We use real names here, not petnames!"

Nicholas sighed. "Right, sorry. Chris can patrol the third floor—"

"I'm already on the third floor," Claire interrupted. "I can do your patrol for you."

"Okay… Claire can patrol the auditorium while I clean the blood up off the floor. Requesting location."

There was a slight pause, then, "Right in front of Wesker's office."

There was a murmur amongst the students as Nicholas took his leave.

"Blood outside of Mr. Wesker's office?" cried one student whose name was Taylor. "Did someone get killed?"

No one would put it past Wesker to kill a student.

"No, little brother," Stephenie replied. "'S probably just a minor flesh wound."

This, however, did not reassure Taylor any. It left the First Year feeling even more frightened now.

Claire Redfield entered the auditorium to curious gazes before her radio went off again.

"Oh God, there's blood everywhere!"

The younger of the Redfield siblings turned the volume on her radio down before chuckling nervously.

This school is not safe, Taylor thought. Not safe in the least. Why the hell did Dad send me here?

-x-

"So how was your third period?" Roy asked as Link sat down in his usual seat in room 221.

"Boring as all heck. You?"

"More or less the same," Roy answered as he seated himself and prepared himself for class.

Stephenie walked into the room and sat in her usual seat too before looking around.

"I hope there's more people coming," she said.

Marth looked up when he heard her say that. "I think we're waiting on one more," he answered as he searched for a pen on his desk.

"So there's four people in our class?" she asked, and would have abruptly stood if the chair wasn't attached to the desk.

Marth nodded as Dean ran straight into the room, almost colliding with the fan in the process. The Altean looked on in amusement, for it reminded him of his junior year.

"Aww, we don't have Mewtwo this year?" Dean asked, disappointment in his voice.

"Mewtwo is teaching the First and Second years whereas I get to have the Third and Fourth years. It was easier this way. Plus, Mewtwo's LMOA disease is progressing more and more these days… If I recall correctly, this was the class that almost drove him to jumping off a cliff in a pokeball." Marth distinctly remembered that, too, because that happened his junior year as well.

Dean grumbled something and Marth sat down in his chair, exhausted from the events of today.

"So what are we doing today?" Dean asked, all because he was the only one who really gave a damn.

"Probably nothing," Marth replied. "It's the first day, after all. Did Mewtwo give you anything to do over the summer?"

Dean produced a half-finished kanji packet; Stephenie pulled out all four of them; Roy had everything done except some of the stroke orders; and Link had nothing done, which surprised no one.

"Are you collecting these, sensei?" asked Stephenie.

Marth shook his head. "No, you can keep them for study purposes. As long as you had them, I'll give you credit. Just relax for today." He stifled a yawn with his hand and slouched low in his chair.

"When are we getting our text—"

"Tomorrow," Marth answered, cutting Dean off.

"Rough night?" Link asked, eyeing his teacher and the red head next to him.

"My fiancé did not sleep well," Marth said, and left it at that.

"Where do we go after this?" Stephenie asked, not bothering to raise her hand. She was too busy watching Slayers Evolution-R on her Nintenpod Touch.

"Home," Marth answered. "You get to leave after this."

Stephenie looked very content with that answer.

"Where's Kweenetra?" Dean asked. He was full of questions today. "What happened to her?"

"Last I heard, she dropped out to take care of her baby. Her boyfriend graduated and got a job somewhere so he could support the three of them." Stephenie shrugged. "'S the last I heard."

"You know, I'm craving chicken for lunch," Link said.

"I think Peach has some left over from dinner last night," Roy stated. "I was thinking of having some myself."

The minutes ticked by slowly and Marth was ready to scream by the time the bell signaled the end. Marth only managed to hold it in because he knew that, if he did scream, there would be a million fangirls the world over dying from the sexiness. Marth did not want a million fangirls' lives on his conscience. Besides, Marth was a dignified royal. He could control himself better than most people.

"You remember which locker is ours, right?" Roy asked as he rummaged through his bag.

Link nodded. "'Course."

Roy handed him the lock. "Go claim it before someone else does and then go find Ike. We'll wait here."

Link saluted and left the room with Dean and Stephenie.

"Did I really bother you last night?" Roy asked as he sat down on Marth's lap. Marth held Roy close as he leaned back in the chair.

"You were a little restless, but… That's to be expected."

Roy gave Marth a peck on the mouth. "I missed you."

Marth kissed him back, this time a little harder than Roy did. "I missed you too. Sorry I was in meetings most of the time we were in Altea."

Roy gave Marth another kiss, this time he held it longer. "That's okay. Your sister kept me company."

One small kiss turned into one deeper one, which turned into the chair almost falling backwards when Roy tried to pin Marth to it.

"Link and Ike need to hurry up," Marth said in between kisses. "Before I shove you up against the wall and have my way with you."

Roy pulled Marth out of the chair and pushed him up against the nearest wall before claiming his lips again. Marth grabbed hold of Roy's shoulders and flipped him over so that Roy was against the wall. His hand moved down Roy's thigh and he took hold of his leg, pulling it up and around his waist.

"Do you think they'll be coming in the next ten minutes?" Roy said in between gasps.

"No," Marth answered, a smirk on his face. "But you will be."

Roy bit back a moan as Marth's hand stroked him, slow at first, but he gradually went faster and faster…

"You know, I never really thought Marth was the type to have sex in public," Ike commented as he sat in one of the hall monitor chairs.

Link shrugged as he listened to his Nintenpod Nano. "It's the quiet ones you always have to watch out for, you know."

Ike didn't say another word on the subject.

-x-

Author's Notes: So here it is, the final installment to the series! I'm sorry it took so long. Between school work and my extracurricular activities, I've been finding it hard to find time to type up the chapters and edit and such. But fear not, I do work on it as much as I possibly can. I can't abandon the story after coming this far, right?

So I hope you'll stick with me until the end of this fic. I mean, if you've made it this far with me, don't you want to see how it ends as well?

Feedback is welcome as always. I'll see you next chapter!