Hey everyone! Whats up? Well this is my first fic as you all can probably guess. Never knew how hard it could be to write something. I must've started over at least 5 times before I decided on a anime and a proper storyline.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters in this fic who's names you people all know of. Other than that, the plot, storyline, and all the other stuff is all mine.
With that said and done I now present to you people my very first, and hopefully step ladder to more greater ones, my Inuyasha fanfic!
ENJOY!
Forbidden Fruit
He couldn't live with himself. How could he when he knew exactly what he was feeling. These feelings that he had been having for a while now. They were pure, he knew that much. But then again, how pure can these kinds of feelings be when they were directed towards his, own little sister.
Now don't get him wrong, she is a step sister by all means, but his thoughts were always there to haunt him about it. Slowly pushing his defiance away and changing his perspective. Morphing it as to make him feel guilty tortured by her very presence during the day and his mind haunting him with dreams, both good and bad.
Fantasies and nightmares all visited him when he'd lay his head to sleep at night. It had reached the point where he began to fear sleep. Not wanting his traitorous mind to fill itself with impure thoughts about little sister. How he got into this situation not even he knew. Only that it all started almost 4 years ago. She had been in the kitchen when he saw her. Head bowed in her hands, elbows on the table, shoulders shaking, and a low sniffling sound.
"Sango…?" he called out, unsure of what her reaction would be. Her shaking stopped. Body going stiff to a visible level as she slowly lifted her head from her hands. Gasping as she realized just who it was that had seen her like this.
"I-I-Inuyasha….what are you doing here…?" she said, as she haplessly wiped at her tears. Trying to convince him, before he questioned, that she wasn't crying.
When he saw her face, his heart bled. Her lips were pouted, hair in disarray, eyes swollen and red from crying for who knows how long. When he heard her response, he caught the hitch in her voice when she said his name, guessing she either was surprised he was the one who saw her or not expecting anyone to be up this late. Looking past her head, he read the digital clock on the counter behind her, he read two, thirteen am and his eyes widened at how early in the morning it was.
Turning his gaze back to her, he slowly made his way to the weeping girl, who was still trying to wipe away the stream of tears that just didn't want to end. When he finally stood right next to her, he grasped her hands to stop the rough wiping and heard her gasp as he gently leaned her towards him and hugged her. Her head coming to his stomach since he was standing and she sitting on a chair.
"What's wrong Sango? Why are you crying?" He felt her stiffen against him but that lasted one a couple of seconds before she had her arms around his waist and a new vigor erupted in her as she started to cry again.
This time wailing and sobbing uncontrollably, hiccupping when she took in breathes.
Inuyasha was completely taken by surprise by the unexpected force of her crying and her hug and jumped a bit when she started to wail.
Wrapping his arms around her tighter, he held her close and rubbed her back up and down as he whispered sweet nothings into her hair trying to help her calm down enough tell him what the problem was, yet failing miserably due to the fact that she couldn't hear him over her own voice.
After what seemed like hours but actually being only a couple of minutes, Sango's crying dulled to a sniff every now and then. After another couple of minutes, she had stopped crying and pulled herself back enough to be comfortable. He saw a blush start to arise on her cheeks as she looked at his shirt and when he glanced down at what she was looking at, he chuckled at what he saw.
There, smack dab in the middle of his shirt over the stomach part, was a big wet spot the size of his hand probably. He also noted a mark which looked like lipstick which was pink. He looked back at Sango and saw that her face had gained another shade of red from embarrassment.
Apparently, some godly force didn't seem it right that she be embarrassed and he not be, so at that exact same moment, his stomach let out a deep, low growl that probably echoed in the kitchen for a couple of seconds while his face started to get redder and redder as Sango giggled at the noise.
"Heh...heh…" he laughed nervously and heard her giggle some more and louder.
Pulling away from the giggling girl, he made his way over to the fridge and started pulling out different things and setting them on the counter and started making himself and her something that they could chow down on while he try to get her to open up and spill what was causing her such turmoil.
Curiosity getting the better of her, Sango stood up and made her way to him, trying to look over his shoulder. Unable to do so because of the fact that he was almost a whole head taller than her, she walked around him and stopped on his right as she peered at what he was making.
Inuyasha was on autopilot as he was making the sandwiches, his hands moving on their own while his brain trying to wrap around what the cause of Sango's turmoil could be. Thoughts continuously sunning through his head, he didn't notice what he was doing until it was too late and he had cut himself while cutting the sandwiches in half.
"Yeow!" he yelped as he dropped the knife on the counter and grabbed his bleeding finger. So lost in his pain, he didn't notice Sango was looking at him until he saw her hands grasp his hand with the cut on it. Jerking his head up when he felt the contact, he saw her pull his hand towards herself with a firm yet gentle grip.
His eyes widened when he saw her open her mouth and put his finger into it and felt her suck on it gently while running her tongue over the cut. His body went stiff as a board when she put his finger in her mouth but when she sucked on it while licking it, he felt like the ground had slipped from under his feet and his head started spinning. After a couple of seconds, which seemed like forever in his opinion, she pulled his finger out of her mouth and slowly held it up to her eye level.
Reaching over to the cupboard while still holding his hand in her left, she opened the cupboard and pulled out a box of band-aids. Pulling one out and opening it with her left hand and teeth, she let his hand go and wrapped the plastic strip around the cut finger and then let his hand fall down to his side.
Inuyasha hadn't been completely out of it the whole time, he had seen the blush that arose on her face and was well aware of the blush that had adorned his features as well.
Now he was thoroughly confused. On one side he's trying to understand why she was crying, then there's her blushing when she had put the band aid on his finger, and then there was his own blush which had arisen to his cheeks. Finally snapping himself out of his stupor, he looked over at her sitting at the table and then back at the sandwiches he had made.
His body making its hunger known once again in a loud growl, he blushed some more when he heard her giggle behind him and finished cutting the sandwiches with another, clean knife.
Putting the things back into the refrigerator, he picked up the two plates with sandwiches and walked over to the table, setting one down in front of her and sitting down across from her with his own plate, picking his sandwich up and digging in with gusto.
Taking a really big bite out of his sandwich, he looked over at Sango and raised an eyebrow when he realized that she hadn't even touched her sandwich yet and he was practically half way through his.
"Sango, what's wrong? Not hungry?" he looked at her closely and saw her eyes widen and then shrink back to their normal size. She hadn't even realized that the sandwich was there.
Apologizing about her clueless ness, she picked up her sandwich and said thanks before digging in with just as much, if not more energy than himself. Smiling at seeing at least some if not all of her personality back and seeing her smile back at him and complimenting him, he dug into his sandwich again, this time determined to finish it without interruptions.
When they finished eating, he took the plates, took them to the sink and washed them while humming a soothing tune that he always hummed to calm his nerves. After the washing was done, he turned around to see her still sitting there, eyes glazed over and looked like she was going to burst into tears once again. Walking behind her, he placed a hand on her shoulder to get her attention. When she looked back over her shoulder at him he said,
"Let's get some sleep, don't worry, I won't question you on anything. Just get some sleep, and maybe we can talk in the morning if you want" he put on a sincere smile to try and reassure her that she had nothing to worry about.
Receiving a smile in return he walked towards the doorway that headed to the hallway heading to his room and heard her get up off the chair and push it in as she followed him. Stopping at the door to his room he saw her walk towards him and assumed she was heading towards her room, since her room was right next to his on the left.
When she stopped right in front of him, he raised an eyebrow expecting her to tell him not to tell anyone about her crying and such. What he heard her ask though was something he had never expected. She asked if she could sleep with him in his room tonight.
He clearly showed his surprise and confusion at her request but suddenly pushed it away as his mind started to send images through his head. Images that were probably rated thirteen plus. You couldn't blame him though. He was a 16 year old, and like all others, it that time of life where your hormones are your worst enemies.
His face started to become scarlet as the images became more intense and vivid. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he had asked her why she wanted to sleep with him tonight. She had been sleeping on her own ever since he could remember. She pleaded with him that she didn't want to be alone tonight, and he could see the beginnings of tears in her eyes again and he agreed, though reluctantly.
He was rewarded with a full blown smile that made him all warm and fuzzy inside. She had never smiled like that. Never, and not certainly at him at anytime he could recall. There wasn't much time to recall either way. They had become step siblings only a couple months back. Opening his door and walking into the room, he kicked aside a pair of boxers that where on the floor over to a corner and then picked up some of his other clothes that were strewn across the room into the same corner.
Getting to his bed, he pulled aside the covers and blushed when he saw what was there. So that's what was poking him in the side all night. There was his swim suit calendar with the pages flipped to February showing Charisse Kailyn in a grey two piece that hardly did anything to conceal. He quickly grabbed it and slipped it under the bed and turned to see Sango's face just as red as his, if not more. Getting his bearings back, he motioned with his hand towards the bed and she lay down on it almost instantly.
Blinking as he looked at her, he sighed as he lay down as well and pulled the covers over him and her. He felt her snuggle up against his chest and wrapped his arms around her out of instinct and felt her press against him almost completely and sigh in content as she slowly drifted of to sleep. He was still awake though, for hours, his mind too troubled by the thoughts running through his head.
The most prominent out of them all though was the part of his mind which was run over with images of Sango, and making it harder and harder for him to concentrate on the more important matters. All of a sudden he felt her move and he froze, assuming that somehow she had read his mind in her sleep and had awoken to deliver her painful judgment on him but was proven wrong when she only shifted closer to him snuggled even deeper into his chest.
When she calmed down once again, he noticed something that he hadn't before. Sango was beginning to grow her more womanly features and the two small yet easily visible bumps were pressed flush against his lower chest. His face started going red and he was positive that the blush went deeper than just his face this time because he felt her move once again and this time she rubbed against his hardening manhood.
Inuyasha screamed in his head. He knew this was wrong on so many levels. Knew that if she woke up and realized what it actually was that she had rubbed against, she would scream and probably kick him there, and hard. She wasn't a 2nd degree black belt for no reason. He kicks and punches packed a punch. He was aware of that, when he had sparred against her at the dojo where he had learnt his arts.
Again she shifted against him and he became desperate so he started thinking of things like her beating him up to try and will his arousal down, but it didn't work as he got images of her sweaty and sticky after a long spar.
Becoming even more desperate, he thought about the Antarctica circle, with its barren white land and 24 hour 100 below freezing temperatures. He thanked the gods when he felt it going down and was even more grateful when she moved one more time and settled down into his arms again and fell into a deeper slumber.
He cursed himself in his head. He wasn't supposed to have such thoughts about his little sister. No he wasn't even supposed to think of her like that at all. He was disgusted at himself for having such a weak mind.
He stomped on his thoughts and those retched feelings before they started to get loose once again and swore he'd never let his mind wander off like that again.
That had been the first night. The next morning she had told him about everything over breakfast. About how she had received a phone call from the police saying that they had found the dead bodies of her brother and mother in a car accident.
They had gone over seas to America for a vacation. Sango and Inuyasha couldn't go because they had school during June, but Kohaku had been let out since the beginning of May because he went to an elementary school so he had gone with her.
Inuyasha had shed tears of his own that day as well. Even though he hadn't known his step mother very well, he had become attached to the young boy quicker than he had learned his name. He was the little brother he never had. His older brother, Sesshomaru was the worst kind of brother you could ask for.
He simply hated Inuyasha, simply because of the fact that their mother had died giving birth to him. That was the sole reason Sesshomaru hated him saying he was the one who killed her. Inuyasha wasn't sure he'd ever understand why Sesshomaru blamed him, but he wasn't going to explain himself to anyone, Sesshomaru being the first on the list of people to ignore.
After the teary breakfast they had both gone to the living room and waited for Taisho to come down so they could tell him about it too. When Taisho found out, he took it better than they had expected. He had nodded his head and asked for them to remain there while he phoned the police number that had come up on the called ID and had asked them if it was possible to bring the bodies to Japan for a proper funeral.
About 3 weeks later, the bodies arrived and a proper funeral was prepared. During the three weeks, Sango hadn't stepped into her room at night except for when she needed to change cloths. She had been sleeping with Inuyasha and Taisho was glad to know that his son was taking good care of her.
While he was happy to know that, Inuyasha was silently being tortured. Every night she'd climb into bed with him and press herself to him, almost like she wanted to disappear into his embrace and stay like that all night. And like the first night, his mind wouldn't leave him alone.
It kept going like this until the funeral had taken place and even so, Sango still kept coming to him at night. It had reached a point where now, Inuyasha had come to terms with his feelings and had swore that even though he wouldn't outright act like he loved her, he would keep his feelings to himself and be there for her whenever she needed him. He'd stick with her, through thick and thin.
That was two years ago. Now, it was a totally different story. Their father had passed on just a couple months ago and he was now the owner of the house with over 75 of the family business. The other 25 was in Sango's name and Sesshomaru had sent a letter and legal papers about a 9 months ago stating that he didn't want anything to do with the family anymore so he had changed his last name from Inutaisho, to some other weird nonsense.
Taisho had passed away shortly after that depression finally catching up to him. Inuyasha didn't blame him either. He's lost two loving wives and two sons. He deserved respect for keeping strong through all that, but like a dam that can only hold so much water. He could only contain so much despair which overflowed and he silently passed away at night.
They had cried for a long time. 5 weeks to be exact. Inuyasha had held a weeping Sango many a nights and comforting her and letting his silent tears fall as well. They hadn't completely gotten over it, but they had moved on enough to continue living their lives normally.
But he had known that it wouldn't be normal for long. Though the events had kept his mind occupied for a while. It had finally been let free of distractions and with no distractions; it had started to wander once again to his now grown sibling.
Sango had developed and flourished into a smart and beautiful, young women. Only a year younger than him meant that she had gone through puberty and all that other stuff about a year earlier than him which had resulted in him paying hell when she had started getting her period.
He had first noticed when she started getting her period was when she had woken up one morning and had screamed from the bathroom yelling blood. He was sitting on the couch in the den when he had heard it and had sprinted to the washroom and broken down the door to see her standing in the middle of the washroom with her panties at her ankles and couple red marks on them.
He had acted on instinct and broken the door down, he hadn't expected to see her standing there with her lower half bare, but when he realized it, his face instantly went 3 shades of red and when he looked at her face he could see she had gone 5 shades redder. She let out another scream as Inuyasha ducked under her slap and was down the stairs and hiding behind the 3 seat couch in the blink of an eye.
That had been the first time. There had been lots of other instances, although not as noticeable as that one. After the washroom incident, for 2 days, every time the two would see each other, or even get a glance of the other, they would blush deep and stutter until one made an excuse to get away. Sango had started sleeping in her own room during those two days but had come back the third half awake mumbling something about the bed being to cold for her.
After all that happening, we are now at the present. Inuyasha had just returned from office. He had graduated from school a week prior to his father passing away, and had immediately started work at the office first as a manager for a few of the restaurants in downtown, Tokyo. Now he was full time boss. Being gone from nine in the morning and then coming back around 3.
It was hard at first getting used the work, but as time went on, he became used to the long hours of boring talks and board meetings. The only part that he would say that he liked was lunch time. The cook that his father had hired was simply put, The Greatest. She could make the dishes he hated the most taste as if they were the best of cuisine and tasty too.
"I'm home" he announced as he walked in through the front door and kicked of his sneakers and set them on the rack with the others. Even if he was the owner of a very well respected restaurant, he still wore his usual clothes to work. They were a bit formal; thanks to Sango pestering him and saying that he had to also look the part of director.
Setting his brief bag on the table in the living room, he walked into the kitchen, into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of SunnyD. He became aware of the silence that was present.
'That's odd, it's not usually this quiet when I get home…' quietly thinking to himself, he walked into the living once again and grabbed his bag before making his way down the hall to the study at the end. Usually when he would get home, he'd be greeted to 2 things. One was hear music blaring and Sango in the kitchen making a sandwich or searching for something to eat. The second was her silently working on some of her summer school work.
She was bright, and that's why she had taken summer school so she could get extra courses under her belt in less time. When he questioned her plan she had said that if she did the course in summer school, she could either get a spare in its place or put in something else that she would actually like. Inuyasha was surprised at why he hadn't thought of that and mentally slapped himself for being so clueless.
'She's probably in there right now drooling over her homework while she dreams about ice cream'. Chuckling at the mental picture, he reached the study and opened the door and smiled at what he saw.
Sango wasn't asleep as he had suspected her to be, instead she had the back end of her pencil in between her teeth and was nervously chewing on it as she was looking down at what seemed like some papers. 'Ah…so she didn't fall asleep today, guess I owe her a banana split.'
They had long ago made a deal when Inuyasha was still in school, that the first person to finish all their work and chores, the other would have to treat them to the winner's favorite desert. Sango's being banana splits and his was chocolate.
He saw her raise her arms in the air and voice loudly "Arrrgh! Why does Chemistry have to be so damn hard?!" Inuyasha had tried to hold in his laughter but lost his control and burst when she let out another frustrated growl.
Sango had come home from summer school at around one at noon and after having eaten lunch, had sat down in the study and been working on her chemistry ever since. She hadn't taken the chemistry summer course because she liked it. On the contrary, she had taken it so she wouldn't have to take it for 5 months in school and just get it over with in only 3 weeks, that and the fact that she hated chemistry the most next to history.
Chemistry because she couldn't remember all the formulae to the elements and the periodic table of elements, she was sure, was her enemy. It just had way too many things on it that the teachers had said you needed to know off by heart. History was on the same list only for the sole reason that it was as boring as heck. She had fallen asleep in that class more times than she had actually stayed awake. But she had gained a new respect for her country after that class. She had learned a lot during those times she had actually minded paying attention. She was stuck on a certain part that had to do with balancing formulae and she was having a hard time because she again like in history had fallen asleep a lot of times in class. She still got over 80's for some odd reason. It was probably that she was very lucky and almost all the tests had been multiple choice tests.
'What the heck am I supposed to do if I can't even remember the atomic weight of these darn elements?' she thought as she chewed on her pencil. She had been at it for almost two hours now. Of course if you minus all the washroom breaks, the snack times, and all the other times her mind had wandered off to thoughts about soccer, her most favorite sport ever, you would have come to an eye popping 40 minutes of actual concentration being directed solely on the work.
Still being stuck she had burst and had begun to berate the work, and how hard it was and even let loose a growl for added effect when she heard laughter coming from her right. Spinning in her chair and almost falling because of the sudden movement, her eyes widened when realization dawned on her as she saw Inuyasha bracing himself against the door with his left hand and his right over his stomach as he was laughing literally out loud with mirth.
Sango felt a smile tug at her lips before it was replaced with a scowl when she figured he was laughing at her and her little outburst. Getting up from her seat, she walked over to Inuyasha when she saw that his eyes were closed and his laughter was still booming in the room. When she got closer she could make out little snippets of what seemed like words. When she put them together, her scowl got even deeper as she began to understand what he was saying.
'So…he thinks that I'm completely hopeless am I? well lets see how hopeful he is when he finds out what I did to his room' She silently went on in her head, as she got closer to him and now stood directly in front of him. He was still laughing and he raised an eyebrow as she spoke
"So it was that funny was it? Oni-chan?" lacing with so much sweetness at the 'oni-chan' part that she was sure anyone would get diabetes from just hearing it.
Inuyasha suddenly went dead silent and froze in his position as he slowly opened his eyes and brought his head down from against the door. His eyes widened when he realized just how close Sango had gotten to him while he was busy laughing his head off at her outburst. 'Damn, I'm going to be feeling this when I lay in bed tonight' and he was right. Because just as his eyes met hers, she kicked him in his left shin making him drop his bag and grab for his abused lower leg with both his hands and start hopping on his right foot to maintain balance. Before he could blink, she had disappeared down the hall and left him there nursing his now bruised leg.
'Damn, I forgot how touchy she is when people laugh at her but gods, did she have to kick me so hard? The bruises from last time still haven't healed' he turned to the hall after setting his leg down. Limping his way to the door to her room, he opened it to find it empty. Literally, it was empty. Nothing was in there, well except maybe her bed, the dresser. But that was it. The rest was all clean and plain. He couldn't even see any of her clothes in the closet which was open. He raised an eyebrow in confusion and started for his parent's old room which was right across from hers. Limping in to the room, noticed that the room was still the same as it had been since the last time his father had slept in it. Shaking his head before the sad thoughts came; he turned and walked over to his room further down the hall. Walking into it, he looked around and didn't see anything out of the ordinary and was about to leave until he heard a gasp.
Inuyasha instantly spun around and lost his balance and started falling. He stretched his arms out and tried to break his fall by placing his hands on the ground and coming down in a push up form bit failed to hold himself up and his chest collided with the carpeted floor, hard. He groaned as the wind came back into his lungs after a few seconds and opened his eyes to see Sango under his bed, her mouth open wide, blushing and staring at something on the floor. When he followed her line of sight, he almost choked when he realized what she was looking at. It was his swim suit calendar, again.
Sango had ran right after she kicked him, she knew she might've gone a little over board by kicking him in the shin that hard but he had been laughing at her and calling her dumb. She had sprinted down the hall and at first decided that her room would be nice but left that thought when she figured it would've been too obvious. So she went into his room. Quickly running in and searching around for a place to hide when the bed seemed to pop into her vision and she dived under it. She didn't think it was a good hiding spot, but then again, she was only playing around. When she saw him step into the room, she held her breathe and hoped he wouldn't find her, not this quick. When he turned and started to leave she let the breathe out but then took a gasp as her eyes took in exactly what her upper half was laying on. It was his swimsuit calendar. The same one she had seen all that time ago. The one he'd thrown under here when she had come to him in the night.
That thought set a blush to flare across her face as she started to think of all the other times she had slept in the same bed as him. It's not that she hated it or anything. It had become sort of like a habit for her to sleep with him at night now and she silently loved the close contact. She loved him. Not the kid you'd give to a sibling. This was the kind that you would give to a woman or a man. It had started when she had hit the ripe age of sixteen. They had already gotten over Sango's mother and brother's death and were starting to get their lives back to normal all except their father who was slowly slipping into depression little by little. It was about 4 months after her mother's death that the feelings started to rise. On her sixteenth birthday, he had gotten her a pair of ear rings. They were designed so one looked like a pirate's dagger while the other one was a skull. Little diamond like gems lined the dagger while the skull had the same gem all over the white parts, the eyes being actual holes.
After she had accepted the ear rings, she had asked him to put them on her and he did so with care. When his fingers had touched her ear while setting the pin through the hole, she felt a spark of sorts go through her. She started to feel warmth spread throughout her entire body. Her face started to heat up and a blush appeared as blood rushed to her face. Confused and surprised, she hadn't had a chance to catch herself before she found herself enveloped in his arms and pulled tight against his chest. He spoke in a hushed whisper, right next to her ear and she could've sworn his voice had a husky tone to it.
"Happy Birthday…Sango" the words sent shivers down her spine as his breath washed over the side of her neck and her blush intensified. Just as soon as it had happened, it finished as he pulled away and smiled at her as he picked up the piece of cake she had cut and motioned for her to bite into it as he held it up for her. The distance was welcomed whole heartedly due to her current mind state. Thought were running rampant in her head and she didn't even realize what was happening until she heard clapping from all around her.
Shaking out of her stupor and glancing to her right, she noticed that the spot that was previously occupied by Inuyasha was now empty and she caught a glimpse of his hair and arm as he exited the kitchen. For some odd reason, she couldn't stop herself and before she knew it, she was pushing past the crowd of people now surrounding the table, all wanting a piece of the cake, and headed right out of the kitchen in pursuit of her step-sibling. She didn't see him in the living so turning to the right, she headed down the hallway and noticed Inuyasha's room's door was ajar.
Making sure as to not make any noise, she silently crept closer and closer to his door, intent on scaring him by jumping from behind the door into his room; she wasn't expecting the moan that seemed to come from the bathroom that was right next to her room whose door she was standing right in front of now. Slowly stepping up to the door, she heard more moaning coming from behind the door and blushed as impure things started to cascade down over her mind once again. She gasped as she felt the same warmth spread throughout her body only this time it came with a sense of direction and pooled in her lower abdomen. Placing a hand on the wall to brace herself not trusting her now shaky legs and shaking her head, she pressed her ear closer to the door and gasped as she heard Inuyasha.
"Sango…" she heard and then a loud moan erupted from behind the door and her eye's widened as realization dawned on her.
Well now, how was that for all you people who read this. Now as you all might have already figured out. It's got nothing to do with the feudal era. Sure the people that died in the anime are still dead in this fic. Well that's obvious because I don't know a whole lot about them except for the basics and the fact that they are dead.
Now as for reviews. I really want to know what you people think about this one. No really I do. Flames are welcome too, only difference I want in the flames is that who ever does flame, they better put in a logical and acceptable reason as to why you didn't like what ever it was. Constructive Criticism. Constructive. I know for a fact that some people forget that part and only do the criticism. Anyway with that said and done. (notice I say that when I'm finishing things up. Expect that a lot.) I bid thee farewell until next time.
See ya!