AN: Uh...Hey guys...So, uh, yeah. Um...Yeah. I mean...Yep. I'm still alive. Still working on this. And wow...It's been, um...awhile? Heh...Well, uh, let's just get on with it, yeah?

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Naruto or any of Rick Riordan's work.

Sun's Heir, Death's Guardian III: The Argonauts

IX

Two electric-blue eyes focused on a platoon of ants as they carried the carcass of a dead squirrel off of the dirt path. Whiskered cheeks pulled back into a small grin as he watched nature at work, a silent thanks sent to the Lord of the Wild for making this gross but awesome sight available to him. The young man engrossed with the world at large was laying prone on the side of the road, his arms propping his chin as he watched life in action. His posture slightly dirtied his white and gold Camp Olympia T-shirt that he wore beneath his father's old orange and blue jacket. Around his head was a white headband keeping his unruly blond hair from his face. There was a metal plate attached to the front with a spiraling leaf carved into it.

The boy was none other than Bolt Uzumaki, Legacy of Apollo and Zeus, Genin of Konoha.

"That is disgusting."

Bolt's smile fell and he got back to his feet, dusting his pants off as he did. He turned and glowered at the white hooded girl, whose pale blue eyes surrounded by a light application of some kind of eye makeup – Bolt was a guy, he didn't know what that stuff was; his mom and sister didn't use any – glared back at him.

She had slightly heeled shinobi sandals, shinobi slacks and her budding curves were hidden by the white hoodie that had the emblem of Suna plastered on the shoulders. Her blond hair was kept mostly out of her face due to her Sunagakure no Sato hetai-ite. Were it not for the fact that she was a girl and his personal Nemesis, he would've found her (maybe, but kind of not really, but then again a little) pretty cute.

"That's life outside, Yodo. What's really disgusting is the stuff you're poisoning your ears with," he said. His face twisted into a disgusted scowl when he heard the faint scream-o that came from her ear buds. "How can you listen to that garbage?"

"It is not garbage, thunderhead!" Yodo snapped. The thirteen-year-old put her hands on her hips and glared daggers at him. For a brief moment, Bolt was reminded of his mother whenever she was really mad at him. Like the time he accidentally set her jacket on fire – how was he supposed to know it wasn't flame retardant?

"It's music! I thought you of all people would know that, legacy."

Bolt's eyes narrowed and static danced between his fingertips.

"It's because I am a legacy that I say it's not! Its just noise!"

"Oh for the love of – Konohamaru-sensei, just kill me now!" a tired green-eyed boy groaned. He was dressed in a beige long-sleeved shirt, his Konoha hetai-ite tied around his arm. He wore the standard dark slacks and his ears were pierced with studs, a right of passage in his clan. The boy was looking at the lone adult among the group. "It's less bothersome than having to listen to these two argue over music. Again."

"Shush, Shikadai. Let your sensei enjoy the show." Konohamaru Sarutobi, dressed in the standard Konohan Jonin attire with a navy blue scarf around his neck, grinned. He leaned back against a tree and crossed his arms over his chest.

Good, Bolt thought, his glare still locked with Yodo's, now I can finally shut y-!

An explosion from somewhere in the wood made the four shinobi burst into action. Bolt and Yodo were overtaken by their sensei while Shikadai kept with the standard Nara man's tradition. Yodo glanced back at him with a smirk on her face.

"You're not purposefully trying to fall behind are you?" she asked. "I'll tell Temari-shishou."

"Bothersome bitch..."

"What was that?!"

"Nothing, Yodo-san. Nothing at all."

Bolt snickered at his teammates' byplay. Though they weren't related, Yodo was the live-in student of Temari Nara, being one of the experimental exchange students between the Five Shinobi Villages. Her technique and expertise with wind nature was matched only by Bolt's own natural affinity towards it. As a live-in student, Yodo treated Shikadai more like a sibling than a teammate or friend.

"Oh crap," Konohamaru said as he perched himself on a high branch overlooking a clearing. The three younger students stopped beside him and he looked down at the blond boy. "I see two kids fighting mismatched Zetsu clones..."

Bolt furrowed his brows and peered down at the area. For a moment, he saw the same, but then the white-skinned plant-beings were replaced with ugly brown humanoids. They were naked. With, er, male anatomy swinging about.

Gross.

"Well, Thunderhead, what are they?" Yodo asked.

"Earthborn," Bolt said, grimacing. His sensei groaned and the two other genin shuddered.

"Bothersome. What about the kids? Are they from the 'States?" Shikadai asked.

"Not sure. Can't get a good bead on them. Their kunai are definitely not kunai." Bolt squinted, trying to see through the Mist as best as he could. Legacies had a bit of difficulty when the Mist was actively trying to conceal things from mortals. Monsters were easier to see, because they were threats, but specifics of immortals or demigods were hit-and-miss.

"Should we send for one of the D-Squads?" Yodo asked, looking up at Konohamaru. He hummed in thought and Bolt bristled.

"Give me a second, okay! I can do this!" He grumbled. He squinted a bit harder and them scowled. "Gods dammit, I can't see anything from up here. Back in a sec!"

"What-? Wait, Bolt!" Konohamaru reached for the boy, missing him by inches. He groaned into his hand and then looked at the sky. "Ugh, I wasn't that bad, was I, Ebisu-sensei?"

Bolt dropped from one branch to the next, a determined gleam in his eye. His gaze is unmoved from the supposed demigods, and his pace hastened when their visage flickered and silver became more apparent in their color scheme, as well as their feminine features. On the third branch from the forest floor, still about thirty feet from the ground, he caught himself and held his hand out. Sparks danced above his palm as a sphere began to take form. It grew until it was the size of a golf ball, sparking and whistling as it spun.

Bolt leapt from his perch and dove down onto the nearest Earthborn.

"Heads up! Raiton: Chibitama Rasengan!"

His technique pierced through the back of the Earthborn's head, the body exploding into bits and pieces of dirt. Bolt rolled through the debris and stood his ground, his back to the two girls, while two more sparking orbs grew in either palm.

"Boruto Uzumaki?" One of the girls asked. Her previously empty hands were suddenly filled with silver hunting blades. Bolt chanced a glance over his shoulder and grinned.

"Hey, Aunt Phoebe! Mind if we drop in?" he asked.

"'We'?" The other girl and Phoebe repeated dubiously. A sharp whistle in the air was their only warning before a barrage of winds decimated three of the Earthmen. Yodo landed on their other side, her small battle fans unfolded to reveal three purple moons.

"Three to one. I'm winning, Thunderhead."

"Shut up, Yodo." Bolt grumbled, his ears burning. He could imagine the smug smirk on her face. Oh, it was all he could do to not smack it off! (Doing so now would probably get him killed – Aunt or not, Phoebe did not find any amusement in an attack on a girl. Playful or otherwise.)

"Who do thou think thou art?" the other girl asked. Bolt paled and his Raiton: Chibitama Rasengan almost faltered before it collided with the Earthborn. What was Zoë Nightshade doing here? As far as he knew, his great-aunt's lieutenant never parted from the Hunt unless Artemis ordered her to specifically.

"Wow, and I thought that Engrish was insulting," Yodo said with a snort.

"Thou finds my speech insulting? Thou must not be familiar with a mirror."

Two sun-blotted blue eyes snapped open, incredibility dancing within them as a thought echoed in his head.

Holy crap, when and how does Zoë Nightshade of all people learn to dish out a burn? And why am I not there to see it!?

"That's what snapped you out of that vision?" The amused query came from a past life that manifested itself in front of Naruto. Helios had his arms crossed and a bemused smile was on his face. He shook his head. "And I thought that I had the weirdest dreams."

Shut up. Naruto thought, a small scowl on his face. He felt slight discomfort in his shoulders and took in his predicament. His arms were, once again, chained up above him, one wrist crossed over the other. His left eye twitched in annoyance. Seriously? Again with the chains? Well, at least I'm not naked this time.

"Don't count your blessings just yet, Kid." Helios had his arms crossed across his chest before one gestured to their surroundings.

Naruto looked around and frowned at what seemed to be the interior of a trailer truck. Littered throughout the trailer were furs of various bears, mostly that of the Polar Bear. He heard two soft groans as the trailer ran over a bump and to his left he saw Mark and Hazel. Both were in the same predicament as he was.

"If you're planning to escape, you might want to reconsider," the aged elegance that suddenly boomed into the world made his spine shake.

A tall figure, crouched within the trailer, approached from the shadowed walls to the left, blocking the exit that would lead to freedom. His eyes were a cold silver, like the moon on a clear winter night, and his upper face was scarred, while a well-kept blue-white beard covered the lower portion. Not as bad as Ares', but just enough to show how durable he was. Though crouched, the figure's posture was that of a confident combatant.

The massive being, while not gigantic, was intimidating. His armor was a glistening black – Stygian metal, Naruto thought – that was shaped to resemble a bear. A polar bear's skin was pulled over the metal, giving an even further intimidating visage. The white fur was spread out in patches to emphasize how much, or in some places how little, protection there was. The bear's head seemed to meld with the helm the being wore.

It was the smile that scared Naruto most, though. It wasn't a particularly toothy smile, nor was it gnarled and deformed. The reason he trembled from it was due to how much the smile resembled his own, how much the smile resembled his father's. A smile that showed how handsome a man could be, while at the same time concealing the frightening power of a well-hidden and cunning mind.

"K-Koios." The stutter was impossible for him to keep from leaving his mouth. His great-grandfather regarded him with that smile, not once breaking it.

"Greetings, demigod." Koios didn't particularly spit the name in disgust, but he clearly had some reservations about the species. His smile remained in place as he stood, his head tilted and his back not entirely straight, within the cramped confines of the trailer. His hands folded behind his back. "If that even is what you are. You are he, yes? The one they call 'Heir'?"

Naruto swallowed and nodded. He didn't feel like he was in danger, but that was in the sense of one who climbed a tree just to say he could. Oh, the danger was present, but whether he succumbed to it or not was entirely up to him.

"Show me."

It wasn't a request.

Wordlessly, Helios' power flowed from within and his body was enveloped in light. The blue suns in his eyes watched the Titan of the North, who began to examine his form. After what felt like forever, the Titan pulled away. His smile remained in place before he too began to glow. The Aurora Lights seemed to fill the truck as Koios unleashed his power. The arms' distance between them wasn't much, but it was enough for Naruto, especially in 'God Mode', to understand where he stood in the grand scheme of things.

Atlas was a second generation Titan. Second, as in, not the original. He was mighty, he was strong, but he was not the mold. Helios was a second generation Titan turned God, his power came from two sources, but his worship was small. His fading was evidence to this.

Koios was a Titan. From the original breed, born of Gaea herself, one of the few who cut down the sky at her demand. He was prophetic, intelligent, and powerful. He gave council to his brothers and sisters, and fought against the Elder Gods.

In short: Koios' power was Maximum.

What Naruto released was a candle's flame compared to the raging snowstorm that was Koios. He would be snuffed out in a millisecond, maybe even half that, if he tried a direct assault. He saw, from the corner of his eyes, thick ice enveloping Mark and Hazel from the waist down and slowly rising. He cut off his exposure and the winter air barreled past his normally high tolerance.

Thankfully, Koios capped off his power and the frigid chill receded as did the Aurora. His smile remained as did his posture.

"You are powerful, Heir. This is true," the Titan said. He lifted a hand and began to inspect his nails. The not as powerful as I am remained unspoken. Koios glanced back at the two half frozen demigods. "So, going so far as to procure Roman allies? I had not thought the Olympians would think themselves so weak."

"They don't, but we Demigods know we need all the help we can get," Naruto said. All of his muster went into not stuttering.

"The Gigantes could swing to your aid and still you would never conquer us," Koios said. Arrogant, confident, it was hard to say, but the warrior in him refused to let the slight stand.

"Your arrogance is your weakness," Naruto said. I should quote more Luke Skywalker. Especially at Castellan. That'd be funny.

"A mortal's faith in their allies is theirs," Koios said in turn.

"...Did he just quote Return of the Jedi?" Helios asked, his voice soft.

"Indeed I did, Helios. Though, I much prefer Empire Strikes Back. It is quite the importance in any epic conflict to consider that a foe when struck down, will eventually rise again if not killed outright."

Helios and Naruto went silent at Koios' response. Cold eyes continued to regard them and the smile remained on his face.

"Oh? Did you think you were safe in there? Deep within the folds of the Fade? You are the Titan God of the Sun, a beacon to those gifted with Farsight," the Titan said. "Remind me, how far was it you could see when you were 'alive'? Anywhere on the planet? I could do the same with my eyes closed. A squint and I see the face of that gas ball the mortals named after Jupiter. With one eye wide open I see the vastness of the cosmos, and with both, I see beyond the barriers of that fool Chronos. My dearest Phoebe had a limited Farsight, that which passed from her to Leto and onto my buffoon of a Grandson."

Naruto wanted to interject, to defend his father, but his survival instincts told him that this was one monologue that would cost him his life if it was interrupted.

"The only one who had a shred of my ability was Asteria, alas, she remained with her mother to hone it," Koios said, his smile falling and a faraway look in his eye. A beat passed, along with a bump in the road, before he regained his smile and focused back on Naruto. "You recall those visions of yours, which you assumed to come from Helios' awakening? Asteria was trying to help you, but she cannot see the fixed lines, for she, like her mother, is secluded, withdrawn from interaction. I, however, foresaw all of this, including our conversation now, Great-Grandson. I saw Kronos' fall during the Titanomachy. Whilst imprisoned in Tartarus I saw the dismal ages of suffering that came with Zeus' rule, the pain bestowed upon my children at his hands and just as I was about to admit defeat, to beg mercy and proclaim fealty to my nephew to stop it from happening, to protect that which was mine, I saw where it turned on its head."

Koios grabbed Naruto's head in one hand, the Titan's skin as cold as ice, and he leaned in so that their noses nearly touched. It was at this proximity that exposed a madness in his gaze, one that even Dionysus could not bestow on another. Naruto swallowed as the Titan continued his rant, his pearl white teeth exposed in a crazed smile.

"Every moment, to this second, was clear to me! I saw Apollo punished for his idiocy! I witnessed the day of your birth, the tragedy which welcomed you into a world of suffering!" Koios' excitement dwindled and he recomposed himself. He pulled away, and released Naruto's head. Then, once more, he spoke. "I watched you, Great-Grandson, and realized what would come. It is here, in this moment, where that linear path I can see branches. Where it becomes fogged beyond my sight. This has happened only once before, and that was when Kronos introduced his new hire Zeus to us."

"...Zeus freed his siblings..." Naruto said, realizing that was the turning point for the Titans. The moment Zeus rescued his siblings was the moment that secured their victory.

"Every day I wish I could go back and tell myself to kill him the second he stepped into sight," Koios said. He brought a hand to his head and rubbed it. "I could see what would have happened if Zeus let his disguise fall a moment too soon, I see the Gods finally digesting within Kronos' fat stomach, and I see a world where my children live, happy, healthy...and not faded. Rhea eventually kills Kronos, the strife of a mother, but she is forgiven. My remaining brothers and I spread our influence among the planet's humans, occasionally clashing, but for the most part, we rule supreme, and Titans remain dominant over the land."

"Forgive me if I take humans' suffering as a problem with your proposed 'paradise'," Naruto said. He could see where this was going without having to delve into any latent prophetic ability. This was easily the most long-winded speech to get him to switch sides since – well, since Pein tried to do it several years ago.

"Of course you would. There is no such thing as utopia for humanity, boy." Koios snapped. "Yours is a flawed replica of a perfect slave. Zeus was a fool to kill the Men of Gold."

"That was necessary, the Men of the Gold Age were loyal to Kronos and only Kronos. I told one to get me a drink once and it ignored me outright!" Helios grumbled. He tilted his head. "I'll concede to the 'fool' part, though. He made a great fool at that dinner...before he made Kronos' puke. ...Nah, I'll count that."

"Helios, you're not helping–"

A hard backhand made Naruto see stars. His jaw hurt something fierce after the blow and all thoughts were put on the proverbial backburner while the nerves in his right cheek sent alarm after alarm to his brain by the way of a constant throb.

"Focus, boy," Koios growled. He grabbed the blond's face in his hand and forced their eyes to meet. "You will join me or die. The choice is yours. Now, choose!"

"...I would love...a big bowl of ramen..." Eyes that were beginning to roll into their sockets accompanied the slurred words.

"Weakling." The Titan sneered and released the Demigod's head. "That was but a fraction of my might. I suppose I'll have to convince you through other means."

"...Be...the greatestest...'ttebayo..." The last word was whispered out before Naruto's eyes closed.

"We shall try again another time then," Koios said. He walked to the back of the trailer, vanishing as he entered the shadows.

"I think he's gone," Helios said after a few minutes passed. Naruto snorted.

"Wow. I wasn't even trying. You know, I kind of expected a little more from one of the original Titans. Kind of disappointed," he said. An overwhelming frigid air filled the trailer and with it came the same weight of power that was released moments ago. Naruto gulped. "Oh, that was a trap, wasn't it?"

Sure enough, as soon as he cracked an eye open, he stared into the Titan of the North's cold eyes.

"You chose poorly," Koios said. A sword, easily the size of a surfboard, appeared in his hand. It was the made of the same black material as his armor. The Titan pulled his sword back, the tip aligned with the demigod's gut. "Now. Die."

"...It's been nice knowing you, kid. Look on the bright side, at least we're not going to die virgins!"

See you on the other side, Helios. Naruto's eyes scrunched closed and he braced himself for the impalement. He heard Koios armor shift as the blade was thrust forward and he flinched out of reflex. A beat passed. ...Pretty sure I should be in agonizing pain right now.

"Kid...You won't believe this..." Helios sounded awed. "Open your eyes."

Naruto did, first cracking one open again. Then it and the other shot to dinner plate proportions at what he saw. The bastard of a blade was shattered to just a few inches shy of the hilt, the Stygian Iron that forged it blocked by a thin layer of energy.

"Impossible..." Koios stared at the shattered tip of his sword. He looked back at the barrier that had erected itself around the demigods. "How-Why...I have so many questions!"

"You and me both," Naruto said, just as lost as the Titan was.

The trailer's doors exploded open and flew off of their hinges. One bounced and flipped end over end, being impaled on the side of the snow covered road, while the other swung on a stubborn hinge.

Standing at the opening of the doors was a woman. Dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail, a headpiece not unlike Yamato's hetai-ite protected her face, and light golden armor covered her body. Her silver eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, and on her arm was a massive shield made of Stygian Iron.

"Leto." Koios mumbled. His brow furrowed in confusion.

"Grandma!?" Naruto gaped.

"...I totally forgot how hot she was when she armored up."

"Dude!"

"What? She's a GILF."

"That is a thing I will never be able to un-hear."

Leto and Koios ignored the Heir and Helios' commentary, as they continued to stare each other down.

"Do you not remember who I am, Father?" Leto asked. Her voice was calm, not raised in the slightest over the roar of the rushing air behind them.

"You never thought before you acted, Leto." Koios rumbled. He dropped his sword and his hands balled into fists. "Do so now. Lay down your shield, and I will consider forgiving your treachery."

"Very well." Leto grabbed the edge of her shield and pulled it from her arm. She held it at her side and let her head tilt down. "I'm sorry, Father..."

"The shield, Leto–Oof!" Koios doubled over as the golden shield flew into his stomach and knocked him back to the far interior of the trailer.

Leto kept her arm outstretched from her throw, and with a gesture, the shield returned to her hand. She spun with the catch and threw the shield again, where it caught the elder Titan in the chest. He let out a curse in a language that sounded harsh to Naruto's ears. The shield flew back and was thrown again, this time hitting Koios in the face. The Titan dropped to his knee with a yowl.

He was cradling his shattered nose when his daughter threw the shield once more. It caught Koios in the throat, and he fell fully, his hands clasping at the crushed trachea. Pained gasps came from his lips and ichor poured from his mouth. Leto's last throw of the shield knocked him out cold, for it struck him dead center in the forehead. The Titan went limp, breathing nonexistent save for the soft wheezes he let out.

"...Holy shit..." Naruto gaped at the sight of the downed Titan. He yelped when a firm hand suddenly whapped him on the head.

"Language," Leto scolded. She waved her hand and the latches that kept him, Hazel and Mark locked against the side of the trailer came undone. The two other demigods hit the ground with thuds, or would have if Leto had allowed it. Like she did with her grandson. Naruto gracefully dropped to the trailer's floor with a grunt.

"Ow."

"Ha-ha!" Helios laughed, earning a glower from the demigod.

"Hurry," Leto said as she lowered Hazel and Mark to the ground. She glanced at her father. "Father will not be down for long."

"How did you even-?" Naruto began while rising to his feet.

"Now is not the time for questions!" Leto hissed. "Wake the son of Ares and Pluto's daughter, Naruto. We must be swift."

"Yes, Grandma," Naruto said. He hopped to his feet and rushed over to Hazel, jostling her shoulder. She awoke with a start and a punch thrown at his head. Were it not for his trained reflexes, she might've connected. She was ushered over to Leto while Naruto went to Mark, who brushed his attempts to help off.

"What happened? Are we on a truck? Is that a Titan!?" Mark asked, the questions flowing from him almost as fast as they would from a child of Athena. It was impressive for one of Ares' kids actually, since they usually asked: "What are we fighting and how do we kill it?"

"In order: We got captured. Yes, we are. And that's Koios. Now we need to go before he wakes up," Naruto said.

"What? And just leave him here? We could kill him-!"

"With our bare hands?! Hate to burst your bubble, Mark, but Koios is too strong for us to try and choke out!" Naruto hissed. He grabbed Mark's shoulder and began pushing him towards the exit. "Now come on! If we're still here when he wakes up, we definitely won't make it back to Camp! And if I die, Lia-chan will kill me!"

"I fail to see how that's my problem," Mark said dryly. He stared at the shield-bearing woman that was conversing softly with Hazel. "Whoa, who's that?"

"Grandma Leto."

"That's Leto? ...Damn."

"Oi! That's my grandma you're thinking about."

"Talk about a GILF..."

"See!? I told you she was a GILF!" Helios crowed.

Naruto rolled his eyes and gave Mark another shove, the son of Ares staring dumbly at the Titaness. When they gathered around her, she placed a hand on her grandson's shoulder.

Without any warning, she shoved him out of the trailer. Hazel and Mark soon followed, the former screaming as she flew from the mobile truck and the latter still in a daze. Rather than hit the iced over road, the three landed on what had to be the largest trio of wolves that had ever been seen. Oh, Artemis' hunters had large grey wolves by their side, but those were simply adolescents compared to the canines that caught Naruto, Hazel and Mark.

"What are these things?" Mark asked, which got a snarl from the massive creature he rode with. He glared at it and noticed the flint-colored eye matching his with displeasure. "Yeah, fuck you, too. Bitch."

"Please do not antagonize the giant wolves that are saving us," Naruto said, trying to keep most of his weight off of the sleet colored wolf. He looked up at the trailer when it began to pull away. Leto remained in the truck's bed, watching them from the edge. She held Naruto's gaze for a moment with a smile on her face and he immediately understood what she planned to do.

Grandma… he thought, closing his eyes and fighting back the tears that threatened to stream forward. He opened them and returned the smile with a look of fierce determination. To show her he would go along with this, but not forget about her.

Leto's smile never dropped, even as she gave a nod to the wolf he was on. At that signal, the wolf craned its head – which was easily the size of Naruto's torso – up and released a howl. A howl in the distance returned the call. The sleet-colored wolf and the two other wolves broke into the woods, running at speeds that only bipeds could dream of reaching.

"Wait, what about Leto?" Hazel asked, looking back towards the road. She pulled herself close to the massive albino wolf that carried her.

"She'll be okay," Naruto said. He looked away and added under his breath, "I hope."

"How did she even know where to find us?"

"Leto is Protector of the Young," Mark said. He shrugged off the looks he got. "I had to do a project on her back in Middle School. It was the first B minus I ever got. Mom took me out to a range after that. Course, then we got attacked by fucking werewolves of all things, but what can you do?"

"A 'B Minus'?" Naruto asked.

"I forgot to censor myself during the presentation."

"You can censor yourself?"

"Fuck you!"

"And my hopes were dashed before they could even take flight," Naruto sighed. He glanced over at the daughter of Pluto, who seemed a bit pale – likely from Mark's casual cussing – before he looked down at the wolf he rode. "Any chance you can talk?"

The wolf continued to run, weaving through trees like they weren't even there, and ignored him.

"Yeah, I didn't think so," he sighed. He looked over at his fellow demigods as they came up on his left, both clinging to their wolves like he was. "Better hang on, guys, I don't think we're going to be let off any time soon."

As they rode the wolves deeper into the woods, Naruto wondered how the Camp was faring.

AN: There's chapter nine. Only, what? 2 years? I'd say sorry, but I'm sort of not, and I won't riddle you with empty excuses or apologies. Simply put, I got sidetracked, distracted, and lost on the road of life.

What? It happens!

Whatever, y'all know what I want from you.

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