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Anyway, here's Chapter 2. Enjoy~

He wakes up from the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board. For a second, he thought that he was back again. Back in his home. His home that stood on top of the hill and surrounded by countless number of trees. Where cold winds blew every single night that you could not sleep without a blanket on top of you. The faint sound of the waterfall could be heard from afar and the stars served as the light in the dark.

One look towards the ceiling made him sigh. His home did not have a white ceiling. Nor was the room as big as this. It was small. Much smaller, but still cozy.

Kiba held his head as he rose up from the futon, groaning at the pain. His eyes instinctively darted towards his side, only to remember that the woman had hid his sword. His head turned towards the door when he heard the sound of running water, mixed with the voice of the woman quietly humming a tune. Closing his eyes upon hearing plates clanking with each other, his irritation quickly subsided. It was nostalgic hearing those sounds again. The sounds of home.

Inside his head, he heard the voice of his mother calling his name. It was faint, but it was there. Images of his sister appeared as well. Blurred, but it was there.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking tiredly at his limp hands. As much as he liked the comfortable place he was staying in, it sure did bring up unpleasant memories. Memories he thought he had forgotten.

When he tries standing up, he immediately felt a pang on his side. Not only was his head aching, but his body seems to be as well. He loosens up his clothing only to see blood seeping through the bandages wrapped around his torso. It wasn't a lot, but it sure was painful.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he decides to ignore the pain and proceeded towards the door. The world felt like it was spinning as he takes one step after another. His body felt heavy and sluggish, but he could manage. He's had worse. Food will solve all his problems.

Hinata jumped a bit when the door slammed open, causing her to almost drop the plate. She quickly turns around and saw Kiba, looking worse than she remembered. He looked like he could fall unconscious any second.

"Oh." She smiles out of relief, putting her hand on her chest. Her heart was still beating fast from the surprise earlier. "I didn't know you were awake already." She did hear him shuffle around but thought that it was because he was moving around in his sleep.

His hand was inside his clothing, placed on his hip, though he immediately removed it when he noticed that she was looking.

Putting the plate to the side, she approaches him. "Are you okay?"

Before she could even touch him, he grabs her by the wrist which made Hinata tense up. Previous encounters with him proved that he could and would harm her just because he can. Kiba would not hesitate for one second and would not feel guilt and regret upon doing so. Hinata was about to let out an apology, only to notice that his grip wasn't even tight to begin with. It simply did not have any power to it.

He weakly pushes her hand away before sitting on the floor, in front of the small table where the food was placed. He runs his hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck tiredly.

"I'm fine," he finally answers in a weak tone.

Hinata watches him as he grabs his chopsticks and says grace, her eyes filled with concern. She rubs the part where he just grabbed her a few seconds ago before proceeding to kneel on the floor, sitting across him. While she didn't fully trusted Kiba's words, there was nothing she could do. Forcing him would just probably end up in disastrous results. The only thing she could do was just wait for him to admit it, though she knows it was near impossible for him to do so.

She picks up the pickled cucumbers she prepared and places a slice in her mouth. It was a dish that she prepares almost every single day, but could never perfect the taste. Sometimes it was too salty, while other times, it was too bland. Today was on the bland side unfortunately and she could only sigh in disappointment.

Kiba didn't seem to mind, however. While he does eat slower than average, he does not blurt out any complaints about the food.

As he takes a mouthful of rice, she notices his eyes darting towards the fish on his right. Like she had expected, he goes for it next, picking apart the fish with his chopsticks in perfect motion. Removing the bones was a tedious task, but he made it look easy.

She blinks a few times, watching his hand. It was probably the first time she had seen someone use their left hand for their chopsticks. Not that it was wrong. It was just peculiar to her. Though she does wonder if his parents ever corrected him on it.

"I'm sorry if this is all I could offer," she said apologetically, laying her chopstick down. There were a lot of things she could have prepared considering that Konoha was a village surrounded with natural resources. However, she decided to go with a simple dish, considering that she didn't know what Kiba even liked. Even then, it was still disappointing since she failed at the pickled vegetables, one of the simplest dish you could prepare.

He stops eating for a while, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows, before continuing. "I don't mind. Food is luxury for me. I don't have any time to be picky about it."

Hinata did not know if that was a compliment or not. Kiba was probably saying that her cooking is, in fact, mediocre. He just doesn't care because, in his own words, food is luxury for him. Nonetheless, it did uplift her spirits a bit in an odd way.

The sound of chopsticks falling on the floor broke her out of her mood, however. Her eyes followed the utensils as it rolled away, waiting for him to pick it up. Her ears picked up Kiba's suppressed voice and saw him hunched over, gripping his side tightly. Hinata quickly crawled towards him when she saw blood on his clothes.

She calls out his name, catching him just as he fell, his head landing on top of her shoulder. Her eyes widened when she immediately felt how abnormally warm he was. She touched his neck and forehead. It was even warmer than when she had found him lying down at the back of her house.

Kiba keeps drifting in and out of his consciousness, spouting words that she could not understand. She lays him down on the floor, loosening his clothing, only to see his bandages dyed in red. Removing the bandages only revealed the swelling wound on his hip, the same wound she had treated a few days ago.

Her mind started to panic. Did she make a mistake? Was Kiba perhaps allergic to the medicine she applied? If it was, then he would have shown symptoms earlier than now.

She bit her lips. It was becoming obvious that this was something she could not handle on her own. Though she may have applied first aid to Kiba, it wasn't enough for him to heal properly. He needed someone professional. An actual doctor.

Hinata looked at her bloodied hand before looking at Kiba. Without having second thoughts, she runs outside. She bumps into Shikamaru upon coming out of her house and apologizes quickly, before proceeding to knock onto the door of Sakura Haruno.

Shikamaru scratches his head in confusion as he watched a frantic Hinata apologize to him in hurry and proceeded to run towards Sakura's home. Choji grabs him by the arm and proceeds to help him stand up while chuckling softly. Though Shikamaru always finds this a bit insulting, his confusion regarding the situation distracted him from it.

He bends down onto the ground, picking up his smoking pipe and dusting the dirt off. Realizing that the flames were out, he lets out a huff from his nose and decided to keep it inside his sleeve instead. It was such a waste, but his wife would probably think that it was a blessing from the gods. He couldn't even count the number of times his wife scolded him for it.

"I wonder what that was about," Choji says. Shikamaru shrugged as he watched Sakura open her door. Hinata was flat-out panicking. He could see hints of blood on her hands and, at first, thought that the woman may have injured her hand while cooking and was asking Sakura for treatment.

The way Sakura reacted however, proved otherwise. Her confused face turned pale after a while, and she went back inside her home immediately. Hinata keeps looking back to her house, and Shikamaru couldn't help his curiosity any longer.

It's not like he's going to intrude her privacy. He was just going to take a peek. Two different things.

He starts walking towards Hinata's home, with Chouji following him reluctantly. Fortunately, the door was left open. He peeks inside and swears that his heart stopped for a few seconds. An unfamiliar man was laying on the floor, with blood pooling below him. At first, Shikamaru thought that he was dead until he saw him trying to move. The man was trying to sit up, his arms trembling as rose himself. Despite the obvious pain, the man made no sounds aside from his ragged breathing.

"Move!" Sakura pushes Shikamaru aside so hard that he fell of his balance, only for Chouji to catch him. It was embarrassing, falling two times in a single day, not even hours apart. Hinata passes by in front of them, glancing worriedly at him for a second before proceeding to go inside. She kneels beside Sakura, who keeps shuffling through her box of medicine and tools and asks for the man to lie down.

Hinata's hand touches his shoulder and Shikamaru saw the man tense, stopping in his attempt to stand up. He glares at the woman, his eyes shifting quickly at Shikamaru, but eventually lies down after several pleas from Hinata. There, his body finally gives in and he falls unconscious, and Hinata nods at Sakura to proceed with the treatment.

Shikamaru couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the scene. Did the two know each other? What was their relationship? When did he get here? He did have doubts that Hinata had a visitor judging from his last visit, but did not care enough to confirm. It was too troublesome.

He hears murmuring behind his back and saw many villagers talking, obviously starting rumors. Some people did not even hide their desire to peak. He looks back at Hinata and Sakura who were too busy with their own business to even notice the commotion.

"Chouji, can you do me a favor?" he asks his friend who stood tall behind him, the only reason why there's no one attempting to approach the place. Chouji may have a constant smile on his face, but his large body intimidated a lot of people. Especially those who may not know him on a personal level.

Chouji just nods with a big smile on his face before shouting at the onlookers to mind their own business. Kids started to run away screaming, mothers and old ladies started to walk away from the scene with a dissatisfied look on their face, and men continued their jobs. Chouji look left and right, making sure that everyone was doing what they are supposed to do, before smiling with satisfaction.

Hinata suddenly peaks from the doorway, surprising Shikamaru a bit. "Thank you," she says in a small voice as she wiped off a tear from her eye, smearing blood on the edge. She looks back inside her home, watching Sakura do her job, before going back in to kneel beside the man. She puts his hand on his forehead, running it down his hair. Sakura reassures her with a smile that he would be fine.

Shikamaru smiles as well, letting out an air of relief. As expected from Sakura. She did not waste all that training Tsunade gave her. He was glad that she took that offer from the old hag or else, their village would be in crisis considering Tsunade's always "busy."

He brings out the pipe from his sleeve and placed it in his mouth as some sort of comfort. As much as he wanted to just barge in and ask Hinata some questions running on his mind, it seems that it would have to wait for a moment. After today's ordeal, he's sure that Hinata would explain either way.

For the second time, he wakes up, somehow feeling worse than ever before. The awful pain in his hip was gone, replaced with a numb feeling that made him think for a second that his lower half was gone, and his head felt groggy. Simple actions such as maintaining his eyes open took so much effort to do so. He attempts to go back to sleep but could not do so.

He blinks at the ceiling and finally notices that it was already dark. The last thing he could recall was Hinata bringing a woman with her and that's where he fell unconscious.

How long had he slept? Hours? Is tomorrow already today?

Kiba ponders for a while and was about to rise from his bed only to notice Hinata sleeping beside him. Though her head was on the sheets, her body was laying on the tatami mats. Her hair remained tied, though loose, and her obi was slightly messed up. Beside her was a small pail of water which contained a small white cloth with small stains of blood. The water reeked of the smell of medicine.

He moves the pail away from her when she started shifting around a bit. He lets out a hiss when he moved, but was glad that it did not wake up the woman. The last thing he wanted right now is to deal with her.

His eyes glances down to the woman beside him again and he could only let out an air from his nose from annoyance. Never once did Hinata cared that she left herself defenseless around him. Then again, she was dumb enough to take him in and care for him. Kiba was used to threatening someone to give him food or medicine so much that this act of kindness was a first to him. After all, no one was willing enough to treat someone of his status.

"Why do you waste so much time on me," he whispers, adjusting the blanket to cover Hinata with it.

Before the sun could even fully rise, Sakura Haruno was already awake. Though she wanted to sleep in more, she had some duties to do. Specifically, a man named Kiba who currently resided in Hinata's home. She explained that the man was a traveler who met with a grave danger during his travels. He then somehow managed to arrive at Konoha and rested behind Hinata's home where she found him unconscious.

As she wore her green haori over her pink kimono, her mind wanders to Kiba once more. As much as she wanted to believe Hinata, her explanation was a bit unbelievable, to say the least. The man had metal shrapnel inside him which caused the infection in the first place. Not only that, but the wound was very deep which was probably caused by a sword. While nothing new, it was weird for a simple traveler like Kiba to have it. Unless he was a criminal.

Judging from his appearance, she slightly believed that he was. Especially with the look he gave to Hinata when she was begging him to listen. That was not a simple glare. It had a threatening vibe to it.

Of course, as the doctor of the village, she still had to treat that man who was entrusted into her care. With one last look at the mirror, she heads towards Hinata's home.

Half-way there, she spots Kiba coming out of the house, closing the door behind him. Sakura widens her eyes, surprised that he could even walk despite the wound and immediately runs towards him.

"Where are you going?" she asks.

He glances at her, his left arm hanging limply inside his kimono, leaving the sleeve empty. She notices the bandages still wrapped around his torso and sighed in relief. At least he wasn't an idiot like some people here who thinks that bandages just constrict them.

He clicks his tongue and started walking away. "None of your business."

"Does Hinata know you're going out?"

"She's dead."

Sakura paled in an instant, her hands letting go of the box that contained her medical supplies. "Y-you…!" Kiba looks at her unamusingly, which made her furious. As much as she wanted to punch him there and report him to the police, she needed to check on Hinata first to see if there was something left she could do for her.

She barges in her home, not even taking her sandals off and ran towards the room where she last left the two of them yesterday.

Sakura slams the door open and saw Hinata on the bed. She kneels and removes the blanket that covered her, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw her breathe. Upon realizing that she had been lied to, she immediately heads out of the house, only to not see him there anymore.

Her eyebrows knitted down in confusion and massages her temple in frustration. At least no one died, but did he have to lie about something like that? Did he find it funny? He probably did. He surely did.

Hinata wakes up, her body feeling slightly stiff from wearing her kimono to bed. She was only planning to sleep for a few minutes, but ended up sleeping longer than that. Much longer than she had expected. It was already morning, for goodness sake. Although she admits that she slept well. Perhaps, a little too well.

Since she was on a bed.

She suddenly rises, looking around confused. This wasn't her room, and she was sure that she did not bring a bed to this room. Her eyes darted beside her and realizes that Kiba was missing.

Her heart stops for a second and quickly headed out of the room, stumbling on the way. She slides the door open, about to head outside of her house only to notice Sakura standing near the sink, surprised of her outburst.

"Oh," Sakura says, laughing as she held her chest from surprise. "You're awake."

"Where's Kiba?" Hinata frantically asks.

Sakura scrunches down her eyebrows in annoyance upon hearing his name. "He went out for a while. Don't know where he went, though."

"Was he carrying something?"

"I don't think so." Sakura shook her head. "Nope. He wasn't carrying anything."

Hinata sighs in relief. If he wasn't carrying anything, then he would surely be coming back. His sword seems to be too important for him to discard it. Her previous encounter with him would attest to that.

"Why? Is there something missing?" Sakura asked.

Hinata immediately shook her head. "I was just wondering." She heads to her own room, looking around her shelves for a new kimono. "When did he leave?"

"Very early," Sakura loudly answers to reach her. "Before the sun could rise. I bumped into him on the way here." Hinata jumped a bit when she heard the plates slamming hard onto the table. "That guy even had the nerve to joke around that you were dead! I can't believe him!"

Hinata just kept quiet and continued dressing, not knowing what to say. She was more surprised that Kiba did not even attack Sakura when she tried to pry into his business. Maybe he just did not have the energy to do so, considering that he was more wounded than expected.

Upon finishing, she goes to her porch where her small garden was located. The birds who feasted upon the fruits of the small tree immediately flew away upon her arrival. On the right of the garden was the streets of Konoha, littered with people who do their usual businesses like every other day. Her mind wonders back to Kiba. It was already noon. Where did he even go for him to take this long? She just hoped that he didn't get lost on the way home.

"Are you really sure that he's a traveler, Hinata?" Sakura asked, approaching the girl.

Hinata looks back, meeting Sakura's evergreen eyes. It really matched her hair color. No wonder her parents named her after the eponymous flowers.

After a short silence, she nods, looking back at the garden. "Why?" she asks, "What do you think he is?" It's rather hard to lie when your face-to-face with the person you're lying to. Then again, Sakura's smart. She'll easily figure it out. Maybe she already has and just needed confirmation from her.

Sakura opens her mouth to respond but stopped when they both heard the door opening. The two looked at each other, already having an idea who it was and headed towards the kitchen.

"You're back," Hinata whispers upon seeing Kiba in front of the door, lining up his sandals before he went up. Her lips couldn't help but smile at that.

His eyes looked up at her and shifts to the side, his face turning into disgust when he sees Sakura.

"Why are you still here…" he mumbles and heads towards his room, sliding the door shut, only for Sakura's hand to suddenly grab it and slides it back open.

"You're not going anywhere!" Sakura said between her grunts as the two fought over the door. "I waited here for hours to tend to your wounds and you're just going to ignore me?"

"What the hell," Kiba said, his eyes widening at the surprising amount of strength Sakura was showing. "You fucking maniac, leave me alone!"

"No!" Sakura cried out, now using two hands to slide open the door. Seconds ago, Kiba was overpowering her despite his wounds, but now that she's using both of her hands, it was obvious that Sakura was going to win.

Hinata notices Kiba's eyes darken, his lips forming into a straight line as he looked down at Sakura. She knew that look very well. He was planning something.

"Sakura, I-I think you should-"

Before Hinata could finish her sentence, Kiba had let go of the door. The door immediately went off the rail, itself and Sakura landing onto the floor. Sakura's hands went through the paper door, putting a big hole in the center.

For a moment, the house was quiet. Kiba stared at Sakura who was still on the floor, her short, pink hair hanging down her face. Hinata stood there, motionless. She was expecting something worse, like Kiba suddenly choking Sakura, but it ended up milder than she thought of. Harsh, but still.

Then a sob came. Not from Hinata, but from Sakura. Tears were dropping onto the broken door, its pitter-patter loud and clear. Her head remained hanging down, her face blocked by her hair, but it was obvious. Sakura Haruno was crying. Sakura Haruno never cries. And yet, here she was. Crying.

Kiba scrunches down his eyebrows, bewildered. He meets Hinata's eyes, as if telling her to do something, but Hinata really didn't know what to do. This was the first time she had seen Sakura cry.

"S-Sakura?" she calls her name, touching her shoulder gently. She pulled her hand back when she heard another sob.

Kiba scratches his head. Hinata wasn't sure if it was from annoyance or confusion. Probably both.

"Will you stop that? What the hell are you even crying for?"

Sakura wipes her tears with the back of her hand, her back still facing Kiba and Hinata.

"It's your fault in the first place. I told you to leave me alone."

Kiba winces in disgust when Sakura sobbed even more.

"Are you serious?"

Sakura finally stands up and Hinata finally sees her face. Her eyes were red on the edges, from the constant rough wiping from her hands.

"I'm sorry for the door, Hinata," Sakura said between her sobs as she picks up the door.

Hinata blinks and nods, reaching out to help her with the door.

Then Sakura swings the door to Kiba.

Though surprised, Kiba had somehow managed to block it with his arm before it hit him. He winces from the pain from both his hip and arm, and Sakura took this chance to hit him again. This time, Kiba catches it with both of his hands and removes it from Sakura's grasp. Perhaps, too easily, because by the time he threw the door to the side, Sakura jumped, launching herself towards him.

He steps back when Sakura collides to him, making him hit his head hard at the wall that made Hinata gasp with the sound. Though there was no blood, it was definitely painful with the way he held his head while gritting his teeth. Sakura was straddling him, forcing him to not go anywhere and prepares to punch him in the face.

Her fist instead lands on Kiba's hand, who caught it on time.

Amused, Sakura's smile widens and she puts more force into her fist. Their arms trembled, both exerting equivalent force. For a second, Sakura looked like she was going to win and was actually going to land a punch, only for Kiba to suddenly loosen his grip, making Sakura falter and throwing her to the side. She lands on her back with a painful grunt, and Kiba sits up, exhausted.

The two breathed heavily, especially Kiba who was now holding his sides, gripping onto his clothing as if his life depended on it. Sakura sits up, noticing Kiba's situation, and widens her eyes when she notices that he was bleeding once again. The stitches must have opened while they were fighting.

Upon checking that everything has finally calmed down, Hinata finally approaches the two. Her house was a wreck, but was glad that Sakura ended up fine. Or rather, she was glad that Kiba managed to survive Sakura's wrath. Either way, she was glad that two was still alive. Repairs for the door are a bit expensive, though. Maybe she'll try to beg the repairman to lower the price.

"Here, let me see that," Sakura says, removing Kiba's hand and checking the wound. He leans his back to the wall and straightens his legs, only to end up wincing in pain when his head landed. Hinata gently placed her hand behind his head to check if there was blood, but found nothing.

"It's going to be slightly difficult to sleep with a bump on your head," Sakura said with a laugh.

He lets out a tired groan. "Whose fault do you think is that?"

"Admit it. You got caught off guard! You thought that I was really crying, didn't you?"

"You were."

"I wasn't!"

"Sure."

"I really wasn't!"

Hinata started giggling as Sakura continued to convince Kiba that she really wasn't crying, despite him not caring at all whether she did or not.

"You really need to stop walking around."

Kiba turns his head at Hinata who walked towards the porch, holding a tray with two cups, a teapot, and a plate of sliced fruits of various selection. Here he thought that he was finally going to be able to relax a bit when he found out that her house had a small garden, but alas, he was not alone in the world. Not anymore.

He sits up as she sets the tray on the ground, pouring both of them a cup of green tea. Crossing his legs under him, he leans his back onto the paper door, looking back at the garden in front of them. Hinata hands him the cup but he waves it off, and she smiles to herself, putting it back on the tray.

"How's your body?" she asks, trying to strike a conversation. Does she still not know how much he hated talking? Is she that dumb to not even notice? Then again, this village seem to be full of ridiculous people from the few people he had seen. Especially that woman, Sakura. She was the epitome of crazy. Probably the craziest woman he'd ever met. Unless there's someone even worse in this village which he highly doubts.

That woman. Is she even really a doctor? You're supposed to make the patients feel better, not worse! Thanks to her, not only would his wound take longer to heal, but he received another injury as well. She even had the audacity to laugh. Payback or not, it was infuriating. It made his stay into this garbage of a village longer than necessary. When he gets his sword back, he swore that she'll be the first one in his list.

He crosses his arms, inserting the other in the opposite sleeve, hiding his arms. His eyes shift towards Hinata who probably had given up when he didn't respond. She instead started munching onto one of the slices of the apple, her bites small and slow.

He looks away before she turned her head to him.

For a few days, he had thought that Hinata was the worst person in existence. She blackmailed him by hiding his sword, as if she held power over him. But now that he met Sakura, he was kind of glad he ended up at her home. As dumb as Hinata was, she was at least kind. And quiet, which he wanted most out of everything else. He couldn't imagine what he would encounter if he ended up in someone else's home.

Grabbing the cup, he takes a few sips. Green tea wasn't his favorite, but rarely does he get a chance to drink such an expensive tea, so he enjoys it as much as he can. Only upper classes get to enjoy it most of the time.

He blinks, the edge of the cup barely touching his lips. How did Hinata get hold of such an expensive tea anyway? He does not remember any green tea plantation in Konoha when he took that walk. Nor does he remember anyone selling it. Nor would anyone sell it here as it is a small, poor village. The only way Hinata could get this is if she decided to travel to big villages like Suna where it is more common there.

"What's wrong?" Hinata asks, snapping Kiba out of daze. For once, he had shown a bit of vulnerability in front of her. "Is it not to your liking?"

He looks at her as she waited for his response and shook his head. Perhaps, a merchant did come through Konoha one day and Hinata decided to spend her money onto this tea. It's the only answer he could even think of.

For a while, they sat there together in peace. She watches the fireflies that flew around the pond, while his eyes were on the moon. Age really does change you throughout the years. When he was still young, he couldn't even shut up for a few seconds, always wanting to fill the silence with something. But now, he much prepared to sit around and relax.

"Thank you, by the way," Hinata says, her voice soft and tiny. She knew that he would not respond and so, continued. "For tucking me in last night, even though I was supposed to take care of you. It made me sleep a bit better," she laughs, her cheeks tinted with pink.

"You're really a handful," he says. "Made it harder to sleep with you by my side."

"I-I'm sorry."

He lets out an air out of his nose, his eyebrows furrowed down, emptying his cup before standing up. He was already tired, being throw doors and punches and all. Not to mention, the medicine Sakura gave him seems to be already taking effect. The only thing in his mind right now was to drop down to his bed and doze off.

He stands up, giving one last look at the garden in front of them, before heading back to his room. His footsteps were silent as it hit the wooden floor, a small habit that she noticed. He was probably used to not make any noise as he always tries to hide from someone. It made her footsteps seem louder in comparison.

Hinata sighs, feeling slightly defeated. She just really wants to get to know him more, but obviously, he did not return that feeling. For Kiba, Hinata was just a caretaker. He needed her to have a place to stay. As soon as he gets healed, he'll be out faster than lightning.

She tucks her stray hair behind her ear and started tidying up. She grabs the cup he used, content that he drank everything. At the very least, he seems to enjoy what she little she could give to him. Or maybe he was just obligated to do so. And now, she felt terrible.

But somehow, she smiled, knowing that despite Kiba's ruthlessness, there was still kindness left inside him. Despite everything, he never denied the fact that he was the one who really did fix her on the bed.

Congratulations for reaching the end. Here's some skittles.

It's been a while since I wrote. Got kind of rusty, but the stories are already planned out so no need to worry about me forgetting the plot.

Will be updating this and the other slowly from now on.

Anyway, thank you and see you next chapter~