Summary: He didn't know she was drugged with an aphrodisiac when she kissed him, but the touch had triggered his true emotions. Though he soon realized that Akane's passion wasn't real, he couldn't bring himself to stop looking at her, or to stop touching her…
Disclaimer:Ranma ½ and its characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi.
Warning: Explicit, slight OOC
Chapter: Four
Rating: M

Temptation

Ranma felt as though he was seeing things through a haze. Even with his sharpened eyesight, everything looked blurry and unfocused. There was blood pounding in his ears, and his muscles twitched spasmodically with rage.

He could hear Akane talking to him, but she sound distant and faint, and, angry as he was, he had no hope of hearing her. He knew what she would say; "Let me handle this", "I can deal with him", "This is my battle". But he would not allow it. She would never come into contact with Kuno again, not while he was alive. In fact, Ranma briefly considered locking her in her room, as he would prefer that Kuno didn't even look at her, but he knew it was out of the question. Akane would just break down the door anyway.

It was like walking in a dream; there were brief moments where he couldn't remember what he was doing, concentrated so hard on finding Kuno and maiming him that he didn't register his surroundings. Before he knew it, he was already in the dining room, and then on the patio, where the family was assembled, staring at the source of the commotion, and then out in the backyard, and his animal instincts screamed at him as his nose sniffed out a familiar, but unwelcome scent.

"A rival male is in our territory," a feral voice hissed in his head. "A rival male is trying to steal our mate! We must kill him!" And Ranma agreed.

He didn't need to use his nose to find Kuno. He was standing there, just in front of him, shouting with all his might and brandishing his wooden sword. Ranma's eyes widened, his vision suddenly miraculously clear, and his fists clenched in excitement. He could feel it now; he could feel the satisfaction waiting to flow through him as he tore this pathetic being to shreds, could feel his heart pumping and muscles trembling in anticipation, waiting for action. He only vaguely noticed that his surroundings had silenced except for the idiot boy standing across from him. Everyone had gone quiet; they could feel the power and anger he was emitting, and were stunned by it.

He heard rather than saw Akane pushing her way through to the front so she could see him, and then froze along with the others as his aura impacted her. She recovered quickly, and was suddenly by his side, gripping his arm. Ranma knew instantly that she was trying to calm him down, to pull him away, but he refused to remove his eyes from the threat. Instead, he pushed her behind him, and a vicious snarl was ripped from his throat when Kuno, finally noticing them, addressed her.

"Tendo, Akane, my love! At last you come to me, your knight in shining armor; your savior! Come to me, my tigress, and together we shall run into the glorious sunset, lovers at last!" And he held his arms wide open in wait.

Ranma moved so quickly that Kuno didn't know what hit him. Ranma delivered a myriad of attacks to his head and chest, feeling the bones crack and snap under his fists, feeling the blood spill from Kuno's open wounds onto his forearms. His attacks ended as soon as they started, but from the way Kuno looked, he could have been beaten for weeks on end. His skin was now dark purple and black, his robes torn and battered; blood made steady trails from where Ranma had torn open his skin, along with a gentle stream of blood from the corner of his mouth down to his chin. Kuno's eyes were wide open with shock. He stared at Ranma as though he had never seen him before, and then his eyes slowly rolled up to the back of his head. Before Ranma had let him lose consciousness, however, he held Kuno up by his torn robes, pulled his fist back, and delivered an uppercut so powerful that he heard a loud snap, and knew that Kuno's jaw broke. The force sent Kuno high into the air over the stone wall lining the Tendo's property, and Ranma watched with grim satisfaction as the unconscious teen soared into the horizon, smirking when he became a small spec in the distance.

A few seconds passed in silence, and he turned around to look at the family. They merely blinked at him before returning to whatever it was they were doing before he arrived, as if the scene of him mutilating Kuno had never happened. Ranma knew instantly why they weren't fazed; he had been hitting Kuno so quickly that their eyes could not see the extent of the damage. They must think that he had merely punted Kuno away from the house, like usual. Happosai, Genma, and Soun, he noticed, were throwing him strange looks, and he knew that they must have sensed something more from the attack, but he ignored them and averted his eyes to Akane, who was standing next to the pond, her eyes wide. He saw that she had thrown on the turtleneck sweater again, but it was inside out and backwards; the tag was sticking out from the front of her neck. She also sported the same sweats she was wearing earlier. She glanced at the family cautiously, and then walked over to him and grabbed his arm, leading him around the corner to the front of the house so they wouldn't be overheard. He purred at her touch, realizing that he was still shirtless, and had a sudden urge to rub against her.

Acting on this impulse, Ranma grabbed Akane by the waist and pulled her to him once they were out of sight of the family. She squeaked softly in surprise, and placed her hands on his shoulders. He nuzzled the side of her head with his nose, inhaling her scent.

"He won't be bothering us for a long time," he rumbled in a satisfied sort of way.

"I don't doubt it," Akane replied, looking up at him. He pulled back and gazed down at her, frowning when she didn't look at all at ease as he was. He brushed the side of her face with his knuckles gently.

"What's wrong?"

Akane mimicked the gesture; she cupped the side of his face and stared deeply into his eyes. "You're eyes are different," she whispered. "They look… cold… They don't look like they did before when you were in the Neko-Ken."

"Must be because I can control it now," Ranma said. He blinked his eyes as though the action would return them to normal, but nothing happened. He tried to smile at her, but stopped suddenly; his lengthened incisors poked uncomfortable at his lower lip. Akane noticed this and averted her eyes to his teeth.

"They're longer now, too." She looked back up to his eyes. "What did you do to Kuno?"

Ranma frowned. "Taught him a lesson," he said coldly, his arms tightening around her.

"You're aura is different, too."

Ranma froze. She had used present tense. He concentrated for a second, trying to find out what she meant, but couldn't identify anything off about himself; he felt completely normal. Or at least, he felt normal for being in the Neko-Ken. "What do you mean?"

"Usually, when you're in the Neko-Ken, your aura starts off aggressive, but I can calm you down once you recognized who I was," Akane explained. "But… even though now you can control it, your aura still feels… violent and untamable."

He frowned down at her. "You know I'd never hurt you," he said simply. He cupped one of her hands in his own and pressed it against his face, turning himself inwards and kissing her palm tenderly. He knew what she was worried about, and couldn't help but feel slightly irritated that she was wondering about Kuno's condition now that he'd finished with him. He'd effectively done a mates job, hadn't he? He'd scared off another male not only from his mate, but also from his territory, so why was she concerned for Kuno's wellbeing? As if reading the thoughts fluttering through his head, Akane spoke softly in his ear.

"You scared me," she whispered. "I thought you were going to kill Kuno, Ranma." She leaned up on her tip toes and pressed their foreheads together intimately. "You need to calm down," she said so softly that she had almost only mouthed the words. Ranma felt himself calm instantly as she pressed herself against him, and felt the most subtle of changes sweep through him. He hadn't realized it before, but the hair on his neck must have been standing on end, for a second later, he felt his body settle into a relaxed position. He lowered his hands, resting them on Akane's hips, and closed his eyes in content. "That's better," Akane said. He opened his eyes and grinned at her, but then his smile faded as his gaze turned into something more intense. Akane's scent had wafted up to his nose and he felt his body reacting instantly to the pheromones her body was emitting. The evidence of this pressed persistently into Akane's lower belly, and she wiggled uncomfortably against him. He gasped at the movement.

"Don't do that," he whispered urgently, and then glanced at the house, where, sure enough, the entire family had gathered around the corner of the hall and was gazing at them, open mouthed. The second they were spotted, Genma and Soun raced towards them with bottles of wine and champagne that they seemed to have pulled out of nowhere, screaming how happy they were at the change of Ranma and Akane's relationship, while Kasumi and Nabiki shouted their congratulations.

Before either of their fathers could reach them, however, Ranma picked up Akane and sprung himself onto the roof, laughing when Genma and Soun, an arm's reach away of where they had stood a second ago, tripped over themselves with shock. Once on the roof, he quickly padded his way over to where his room was, slid open the window, and jumped inside, setting Akane down on the floor.

"Do you think they heard what we talked about?" Akane asked worriedly.

"I don't think they care much," Ranma replied honestly. He went to his closet and began ruffling through it. "I think the only thing they noticed was us holding each other, and the hickey's I have all over my body." He had only just realized that he was half-naked, and smirked at Akane over his shoulder as she blushed.

"What're you doing?" Akane asked, changing the topic. She gestured around to his room. "What're we doing in here, anyway?"

"Getting ready," Ranma said in a slightly harassed voice as he pulled out a large pack from his closet. The pack was already filled with clothes, flashlights, candles, and canned foods that wouldn't expire for another few months. He returned to his closet and pulled out some clothes, throwing his regular red Chinese shirt over his torso.

"Read for… what?" Akane asked in a slightly hesitant voice. Ranma turned around and grinned at her.

"We're going camping."

oOo

Ranma set his large back pack down in the middle of a small clearing of trees, inhaling deeply. The air was so fresh in the mountains. Behind him, he heard Akane sigh in awe at their location. They were completely surrounded by trees, but hardly any braches obscured the sight of the night sky above them. Here, where there was no artificial light, the stars could be seen twinkling brightly like little diamonds on a bed of dark blue velvet.

"Wow…" Akane breathed. Ranma turned around and saw the she was gazing up at the sky. "I've never seen the stars and moon so clearly before…"

Ranma didn't comment, but inwardly felt very proud of himself for bringing her here. He had never been here before, but had merely followed instincts on finding a suitable place for them to make a den for the next couple of days. He heard Akane yawn tiredly; they had been hiking for the better part of four hours to reach this spot, and knew she must be tired. It would be worth it, though, staying here; most people would not fancy a four hour hike just to camp, so their choice in grounds was very secluded.

He set up the tent quickly, having done it a million times before, and within just a few minutes, had hurried Akane inside to warm up. After setting up the lamp for light, he unrolled his sleeping bag and held it open for Akane to climb into. She raised her eyebrows at him.

"I could have sworn I put my own sleeping bag in there before we left," she said.

Ranma smirked at her and she frowned.

"Well," he said in a falsely innocent voice, "the load was getting a little heavy, so I decided to just take some things out to make the hike up here easier."

"When?" Akane demanded, but she figured it out before he had time to answer. "When you went to the bathroom on the way up here?" She threw up her hands in exasperation when he merely grinned at her. "Ranma!" she cried, "all of my clothes were wrapped up in that sleeping bag!"

"I know," Ranma said slyly. "But you're not going to need clothes for what I have planned…" He gazed at her hungrily, and Akane, blushing madly, remained silent.

"Still," she said when she found her voice again, "you should have just let me pack my own bag."

"It would have taken you too long," Ranma said absently mindedly. He unbuttoned the front of his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to a corner of the tent. It was followed by his white tank and his black sweat pants, leaving him in only his boxers. The cool night air chilled him, but he paid it no attention and raised his eyebrows at Akane. She giggled and proceeded with removing her own clothing, but before she could get very far, Ranma crossed the tent with one long stride and held her hands in place. She looked up at him curiously, but Ranma shook his head. "I want to strip you," he whispered heatedly against her ear. Ranma felt her shiver against him and chuckled.

He picked her up easily, groaning when she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips, and sat down cross-legged with Akane in his lap. He pulled her tight to him, pressing her mound against his raging hard-on, and leisurely ran his hands up under her turtleneck, lifting it away from her body. Akane raised her hands, allowing him to slip it over her head and throw it into the steadily growing piles of clothes in the corner. Ranma then came face to face with her cleavage and immediately buried his head between her breasts, his hands massaging her bra and pinching where her nipples would be.

"Ooh, Ranma…" Akane sighed. She rested her hands on his shoulders and used him as leverage to rock her hips back and forth on his member. Ranma's hands tightened momentarily on her breasts as the sensations rippled through him, and then he hurriedly tore away her bra and watched in awe as her breasts bounced before him, covered in his love bites. Without further ado, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and fondled the other with his free hand. Akane threw her head back in pleasure, her hands moving from his shoulders to his head and entangling in his hair, keeping him there. Ranma soon switched his mouth to the other breast, taking each in turn, his one free hand gliding back down her body to her clothed buttocks and squeezing.

After a few minutes, Ranma was forced to stop. His body tense, he rested his head against Akane's chest and took in some deep, steadying breaths. He felt so embarrassed right now; neither of them were even fully naked and he already felt like blowing his load. Who could blame him, though? Akane was bucking her hips into his with such a powerful rhythm that he was actually rather surprised he hadn't come already. He could feel his member throbbing madly, and his entire body was hypersensitive and felt pleasantly tingly wherever he came into physical contact with Akane, which was basically everywhere.

But again came the instinct to make Akane release before him, so, clenching his muscles taught, Ranma scooted them over to the sleeping bag and rolled them over on top of it with Akane lying underneath him. Akane immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, with a purr of approval from Ranma, and lifted her hips to grind against him once more, but Ranma pushed her back down with his hands, only barely resisting the powerful urge to come. He could not believe how turned on he was by her.

Panting heavily, Ranma leaned down and kissed her passionately, to which Akane responded so enthusiastically that it was several seconds before he could pull away and perform his duty as a good mate. He slowly trailed butterfly kisses down to her naval, and then to her sweats. He pulled them off quickly, massaging her thighs as he did so, and then returned until his was staring straight at her panties. Licking his lips, Ranma buried his mouth against her clothed mound, his eyes rolling heaven-ward as Akane's scream of pleasure echoed in his ears. He pressed his tongue against the place where her opening would be, allowing the very tip of his nose to rub against her clit. Akane bucked her hips wildly, forcing him to clamp them down with his hands as he continued to stimulate her.

"Ranma!" Akane cried. "Oh, Ranma, yes! Yes, please!"

His breathing now very harsh, Ranma pulled away and quickly sliced through her panties, not noticing his ki claws, or how they retracted immediately so as not to harm his mate. Her scent was too much; he needed to mate with her. It was time, he knew; she was ready to bear his child now, her body was giving him too many signals for him not to notice, but first, a taste…

He dove.

This time, Akane's scream of pleasure was entirely silent, though with his suddenly sharpened hearing, Ranma could just hear the highest of notes emitting from her throat, and the sound of it made his blood boil erotically.

He wasted no time in delving his tongue within her; he pressed in as far as he could, sucking and licking, pressing his nose hard against the very sensitive bundle of nerves situated at the top of her entrance. Try though he might, even he could not stop the powerful bucking of Akane's hips into his face. She plunged her hands into his hair, pressing his mouth tighter against her, her breathing raspy and shallow.

"Oh, Ranma, oh yes, yes!"

Ranma peeked up at her through the curtain of his bangs and saw Akane turning her head side to side. The dim light from the lamp he set up reflected an almost ethereal glow on her skin. Caught in a moment of her beauty, Ranma merely stared at his gorgeous fiancée writhing beneath him before remembering his job, and returned to pleasuring her with gusto. He felt one of her hands leave the entanglement of his hair and chanced another peek up and saw that she was pinching her own breasts. Ranma watched in awe, his breath coming out in shudders as Akane massaged her breasts and tweaked her nipples. The sight of her pleasuring herself was like nothing he had ever seen before, and he knew that she was very close to her release.

With renewed vigor, Ranma slid his tongue against her entrance in very long, heavy strokes, starting from the bottom and going all the way to her clit. He felt Akane freeze momentarily, her entire body tense, and then her hands returned to his hair to press his mouth closer, her legs enclosing around his head to make sure he couldn't move an inch as her scream of ecstasy filled the air. Her body shuddered around him, and Ranma drowned himself in the powerful stream of liquid the expelled from her body and into his mouth.

"Oh, God! Ah, Ranma, yes, yes, yes! Oh—!"

Her hips rocked violently against his mouth. Ranma continued to stimulate her clit with his tongue, rubbing the over sensitive bundle of nerves first with the tip of his tongue, and then circling around it.

It took several minutes for Akane to come down from her high, but Ranma didn't mind the wait. He had successfully given his mate the most ultimate pleasure that he could, and judging from her reaction, she rather enjoyed it.

Slowly, Akane's grip on Ranma relaxed; her legs loosened considerably and her hands fell away from his hair. Ranma sat up, licking his lips as Akane recovered from her first orgasm. He waited patiently, his excitement throbbing so hard that the movement was forcing his member through the hole in the front of his boxers. It felt rather tight and uncomfortable, so Ranma helped it along through the hole, but couldn't bring his hands away; he gripped himself tightly, staring hungrily at Akane as she slowly opened her eyes. They stared at each other for a few heated seconds, and then Akane's eyes drifted down his hickey-covered torso to the organ of which his hands were tightly clenching.

In less than a heartbeat, Akane was on her hands and knees in front of Ranma, one of her hands holding back her short hair away from her face, the other gently removing Ranma's hand from its hold on his hard-on. She gripped the base and engulfed his tip, pressing her tongue flat against the head. Ranma's eyes rolled upward and he very slowly lifted his hips upward into her face. Akane's mouth formed a tight ring just around the head, and then she sucked hard, her hand moving up and down his shaft.

Ranma groaned loudly and brushed her bangs out of the way, the better to see her face. With his help of holding her hair back, Akane used her newly freed hand to fondle his sac. She rolled it around her fingers before squeezing gently, all the while slowly moving her head up and down his length, engulfing more and more of his member.

By now, every limb in Ranma's body was trembling violently. He was on the very edge of release, and he resisted with difficulty of bucking against Akane's hot little mouth and blowing his load. He would not shame himself that way, he snarled to himself. His first release would be into his mates womb, to impregnate her, to show all males that she was his now…

He would not last much longer, so Ranma gently pulled himself out of her delectable mouth and removed himself from her grasp. Akane looked up at him sadly.

"Am I doing it wrong…?" she asked shyly.

"Damn, Akane, you're so amazing," he breathed shakily. "But I want to be inside you when I come."

Her expression changed from worry to understanding, and she nodded. They kissed lightly on the mouth before Akane lay back down, and then raised her eyebrows when Ranma shook his head.

"Not like that," he whispered, and he flipped her over onto her stomach and raised her hips towards his own. Akane looked back at him, grinning cheekily.

"Doggy style?" she asked.

Ranma smirked. "This is instinctive for cats too, you know," he replied. He could hear the cat-side of him yowling its approval.

Ranma set his knees between Akane's, allowing himself a little more room to maneuver. He grasped himself at the base and gently pressed his tip against Akane's opening, and then slid it up and down to her clit. Akane moaned and wiggled her bottom closer to him. "Don't tease," she said sternly. Ranma chuckled and moved his tip back to her entrance, and then slowly pushed inwards, and then pulled out, and pressed in again…

"I said don't tease me!" Akane cried. She bucked her hips backwards towards him, forcing him to go several inches deeper than before, and they both let out low moans of pleasure. Ranma paused once more, trying to reign in his release. Akane was so goddamn hot and wet and tight—he could not understand why it took him so long to realize how much he wanted her in the first place.

He felt Akane pushing against him more, and he groaned as he felt her muscles twitching pleasantly around his rod. He pressed in a little more, going as slowly as possible so as not to hurt her. He knew that her hymen would be gone thanks to years of her training, but the penetration must be a little uncomfortable for her, and he would do all he could to make this as painless as possible.

He heard Akane's soft squeak as his tip reached the tightest point within her, where he guessed her hymen should normally be, and kept going onwards, his eyes scrunching together. She was so unbelievably tight that he thought it a miracle that he could even fit inside of her, and yet the tightness made it all the more pleasurable.

Finally, he was within her all the way to the base. He waited; Akane shifted around a little bit, bumping her buttocks against his hips, trying to adjust to his size until finally, she flexed her muscles and clamped down so tightly on his member that Ranma thought he wouldn't be able to pull out at all.

"Oh, Gods, Akane…" he breathed. He slowly pulsed within her, pulling his hips less than an inch away before settling back in again. He would have to start off very slowly; going to fast might accidentally injure her. Plus, it gave her body a bit more time to adjust.

But soon, Akane was leaning forward, away from him, and then coming back to him. Ranma eagerly took this as a sign that she wanted him to go fast, and he did so, pulling out just enough so that his tip still remained within her, and then pushing back into the base. Soon, he was slamming their hips together and Akane was screaming her pleasure in the high pitched tones that he found so erotic.

"Oh, yes, Ranma! Harder! Oh—Faster!"

He complied. Grabbing her hips, Ranma rammed their bodies together so powerfully that that it was like they would never be able to separate again, that they would forever be attached by the hip, which is exactly what Ranma wanted.

"Yeah, Akane," Ranma groaned lowly, his eyes entirely focused on the sight of him pounding into her. "Yeah… say my name… Say my name, Akane…"

"Ranma…" Akane gasped. "Ranma, oh, Ranma…"

Ranma groaned loudly, loving how erotic his name sounded falling from her lips. He closed his eyes for a few heavenly seconds, concentrating on just the feel of his member pounding into the tight, hotness that was his fiancée. Pausing, he slowly pushed Akane forward until she was lying on her stomach with her bottom in the air, and then, one by one, he straightened out her legs, making her so impossibly tight that it was a few minutes before Ranma could move again. This new position allowed him to lie directly on top of her, so Ranma took advantage and pressed hot kisses against the back of Akane's neck and shoulders as he renewed the bucking of his hips. It was much easier for him to maneuver like this and took up much less energy, as he did not have to hold himself up on his knees anymore, and judging by the repetitive screams issuing from her throat, Akane enjoyed this new position as well.

"Oh, Akane…" Ranma breathed down her back, making her squeal. "God, Akane, you're so… goddamn… tight… Ah…"

"Ranma—Ranma, I think I'm going to—Ah!" Akane squeaked and clenched her cheeks together, making Ranma gasp as the movement of pulling out literally became impossible. "I'm gonna come, Ranma—I'm coming—Ah, yes!" Akane's body shuddered beneath his, and Ranma held as still as humanly possible. He made her come, he made her come… just the thought made Ranma want to come, too, but he could last just a little longer, he knew he could, he would just have to endure… It would be more pleasurable in the end for them both.

His breathing heavy, Ranma did not wait this time for Akane to recover from her orgasm, but instead, began rocking his hips harshly against hers, making her scream so loudly that, half-way through her vocal pleasure, she lost her voice and could only squeal in a raspy sort of way as he pounded into her. He moved as fast as he could, thrusting rapidly against her, his groans of pleasure growing steadily louder and louder.

Maneuvering quickly, Ranma placed both of his knees on either side of Akane's hips, and proceeded to close her legs as far as they could go, stopping only when he began to feel a slight pain from the tightness. This new position made it slightly awkward from him to move, as he now had to hold himself slightly above her, but the tightness of Akane body around his excitement was worth it. Moving more slowly, he started to thrust again, progressively getting faster and faster until he was full-out hammering his hips into hers, a deep rumble of pleasure echoing in his chest.

"Ranma—Ranma, it's too tight!" Akane cried. "It's too much—You're gonna make me—!"

"Ah, yeah, Akane," Ranma groaned lowly. "I'm so close… I'm gonna come—I'm so close—!"

His thrusts finally became desperate. Ranma, his body aching for release, placed his hands down on the ground of the tent on either side of Akane, his ki claws tearing holes easily through the material of the tent and proceeding to dig up the earth underneath as he clenched his hands tightly, bracing himself for release—He was so close, so close, just one more thrust—

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

The couple froze, and Ranma felt his vision begin to haze as rage filled his frustrated body.

He didn't know how the idiot found them, nor did he much care, but as far as Ranma was concerened, Ryoga was not going to leave this clearing alive.

Oooooh, uh oh! This took a rather unexpected turn. I'm sorry for the terribly long update, you guys! And also, it's about two pages short than usual ^^'. I truly am sorry! I spent the entire month of May in Hawaii with my family, and now I leave to Basic Training (US ARMY!) on June 17th, so I've been really stressed out and worried and pressed for time. I did promise some of you that I would update at least one more chapter to this story before it goes on hiatus, so here it is.

I know, I'm such a biatch, lol. Poor Ranma. All he wants is one good romping with Akane and he just can't get it. I wonder what's going to happen to Ryoga? I wonder why I didn't just decide to end this story with them being satisfied in the end? Wow, I'm a sucker for plot twisters! Sorry, can't help it!

Anyway, I noticed that Fanfiction is now allowing pictures to accompany the stories! This made me soooo incredibly happy, as I have been hoping for this to happen for almost two years! I have a piece of artwork for this story that would actually be considered a Doujin cover, drawn by me. Unfortunately, there is no actual doujin, lol, but whatever! Now, it is quite provocative, so my only worry is that Fanfiction will ban me or delete my account or something. I will blur out whatever is deemed inappropriate, however, and post it anyway. Hopefully, it will be considered acceptable.

If you would like to view the full-sized version, please follow this link: : / / miyopiyo . deviantart art / Temptation-275845360 (Remove Spaces)

So this is my last gift to you all, since I'm going to be gone for a loooooong time... I really hope you guys enjoyed the chapter (and sorry for the cliffhanger! I coudln't resist!). I'll try and get back to this as soon as I can. I love you all so much and appreciate your faith in my story.

Until next time!

~Miyopiyo