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Salvation	By : Mirrors1984 Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 13169 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18
Things were similar but different from the past. Lying beside Ichigo in comfortable silence made the endless questioning inside Tatsuki's tortured mind come to an end... At least temporarily, which for her had been a small blessing considering how she had been feeling regarding their shaky 'friendship status'.
Nothing needed to be said between them for the moment to be held as precious, yet she knew that many things would be needed to be said in the future; though at that time, with both of them alone in his darknened room, the silence and each other's presences had been enough to keep them from speaking for the longest of times.
Enjoying the moment. Someone had once told her that people had to always enjoy the moment because you never knew if that moment would be your last. How come being quiet, hearing someone else's breathing, having someone else's familiar smell surrounding you in his sheets and merely knowing he was there with you probably feeling the same content disorientation feel like a 'moment'?
Maybe because... I have always lov-
Shaking her head at her foolish thinking, she uninterestedly watched her sensei calling out names for people who had to get tested for the upcoming meet. She wasn't nervous, simply sitting there on a hard-backed chair as fellow dojo members went inside the small examination room designated for the task of an overall physical check-up.
The night that she had stayed with Ichigo felt like an eternity ago. In fact all of the things they had done from that day forward seemed like an endless dream. Usually when you had fun, time was meant to fly, yet with him, it felt as if they had been side by side for years. Like nothing had separated them in the first place.
Taking their 'agreement' a little too much to heart, Ichigo respected the whole hanging out and starting over deal she had set for him. He respected it so much that he barely laid a hand on her, though on occasion whenever they entered those quiet yet so intimate moments in which they simply enjoyed sitting side by side after running out of words to say, his fingers would graze the back of her hand as if asking permission to hold at least a part of her in his palm. To her, as silly as some may find it, those rare occasions that Ichigo shyly laced his fingers with hers felt as personal as the few times they'd had sex. Something as simple as having his long slightly calloused fingers between her smaller thinner ones was so...
If I keep this up, I'll start spouting poetry!
Disgusted with herself, she chewed on her lower lip, suddenly growing impatient with the snail-like pace of the physical check-ups. She didn't like thinking of such revealing things while in the presence of others, because she feared that the helplessly confused expressions that flitted her features from time to time were seen by all that looked at her.
Because of Ichigo's still depressive state of mind, their outings were kept strictly between themselves. No one else was invited and they only stuck to places that she knew their other friends didn't frequent. Orihime had been made aware of this and much to Tatsuki's surprise, she understood their reasons fully, though it was obvious that her friend was dying to be able to see Ichigo again without any regrets for mistakes made in the past.
Things were progressing slowly, but perhaps it was for the best. Deep down, as much as it irked her, she knew that neither of them were prepared for a relationship especially after their mistake of involving sex into an already tough situation.
Having no one else to talk to about her doubts, she spoke to the only person that could understand what she was going through.
Orihime. Her friend unconditionally listened to everything she had to say and gave her insightful advice. She never would have guessed that her oftentimes ditzy friend could be so wise when it came to reading into life's hard lessons, but Orihime herself had been through hell and back, so her support shouldn't have been shocking.
That goes to prove that sometimes, even though you think you know everything about a person, that same and seemingly predictable person could turn around and surprise you.
The only downside to her conversations with Orihime, that had first started out as awkward until she gathered enough courage to come clean enough to speak of it naturally, was Ogichi's presence.
The Hollow turned human would either be out of the apartment or sitting in the living room boredly watching television while Orihime took her to the porch to speak more privately... yet that albino with the uncanny resemblance to Ichigo still knew what they were talking about. She could hear him snort and mutter to himself whenever she said something about Ichigo's behaviour and sometimes his lowly uttered comments were humorous or on most occasions downright rude, which wasn't news when it came to him.
It was like he had ears on the back of his head or like Orihime said, "-alien super-powers that give him X-Ray vision and mega-sonic hearing! He can only read thoughts on the new moon though!" For a brief moment she had almost believed her friend's crazy little green-men story because her husband's perceptiveness was far too abnormal. It was sometimes hard to believe that Ogichi had come from Ichigo himself, seeing that he was freakishly observant even when appearing disinterested while Ichigo struggled to see the smallest of hints other people gave off.
"Arisawa Tatsuki!" she stiffened and raised her once thoughful gaze up to her sensei that stared back in evident annoyance. "I've been calling you this whole time and all you've done is stare off into space!"
She clenched her jaw when everyone else waiting for their own check-ups tittered at the sensei's tone. It wasn't the first time she'd been lost in space and ended up having someone 'real' to calling her back to reality. Lately all she had been able to do was think. Think of what could be and could not be. Thinking of various ways to help Ichigo and trying to see if he was improving. She was being subtle in observing him and asking careful questions about his thoughts about normal day things, but his habit of concealing his true feelings and laughing anything that bothered him off even though it bothered him still got in the way.
It would take her some time to help him let go of his past like a badly remembered dream... Just like she had to let some things go, like her uncertainty about where they trully stood with their strange arrangement. She didn't even know if they were a couple or just friends that made a 'simple' mistake of crossing the line. What exactly were they now? He had offered to give her a place in his life by asking her out on a date and she had rejected him because she was unsure of herself and how she was begining to feel about him.
What a pain in the ass...
That damned feeling. Could it really be that she may have felt this all along and kept it bottled inside because she thought it was impossible to want him? Had she been too afraid to admit it to him that acted so indifferent and to Orihime that had claimed to love him since middle-school? Had she been repressing that deep frightening emotion for so long, forcing herself to stop thinking about it before letting it really grow?
Just what the hell was wrong with her?
That uncertainty was what made it hard for her to pay attention to things standing right in front of her as it was and her sensei's present glower told her that she really needed to get her shit together.
Inspite of the heat on her cheeks at being caught in her thoughts, she nodded at her impatient sensei and rose off her seat while rubbing her sweaty palms on her jean clad thighs. Soon everyone would start thinking something was wrong with her if she continued being consumed by her thoughts.
Convincingly ignoring the murmurs from the all male audience that had witnessed her embarassment, she walked into the small makeshift clinical room. It wasn't even a real clinic. Just the sensei's regular office, with it's desk and metal chairs and shelves with trophies that the dojo had won over his years as coach and manager for their group and those before them. The only addition to her sensei's office on this day, was the male doctor sitting behind the desk with an open folder in front of him.
She knew the list of tests and questions that would be asked before the doctor, who apparently had just graduated from medical school, started. Some would be blood tests and others would be urine tests that she would have to conduct privately in the bathroom adjoining the office.
Ordinary drug testing procedures. Nothing more, nothing less... Yet despite it being all routine, she felt a hard compressing sensation in her chest as soon as she sat down on the uncomfortable chair facing the young doctor. It was an unwelcome anxiety. The kind that someone felt when expecting something they didn't want and were afraid of.
"Arisawa Tatsuki?" the young brown haired man looked up from the documents lain out in front of him and smiled almost shyly.
"Yeah," she muttered, feeling that eerie boredom that came with all doctor appointments. Feeling that boredom nearly had her relax into her chair, even though that unusual anticipation still lingered keeping all her nerves unwillingly alert.
Just then as if summoned with a vengeance, that growing heaviness in her chest pounded and seemed to move slowly to her lower belly almost making it cramp. A grimace crossed her features at the odd sensation as she shifted in her seat with a suddenly pale face.
Something is wrong. I don't know what it is, but something... Something is wrong.
"I'm sure a lot of doctors have already told you about how long some test results take, and that by this afternoon your sensei should have at least half the results...," the male doctor started and she nodded as a cold sweat began to break out over her skin.
Gulping, she forced herself to keep her face attentive, trying to futilely hide how physically uncomfortable she really was.
"-I don't think you should have any worries though because according to your files, you are the one with the most excellent health. Your sensei has never had any difficulties with you in that respect-"
Her throat contracted and blood rushed to her face.
Oh crap... This can't be happening!
"Excuse me for a sec!" she interrupted the dumbfounded doctor and before he could could say anything she rushed to the open bathroom close to his desk and slammed the door behind her, all the while holding a hand to her mouth.
Heaving dryly behind her hand, she leaned her back against the closed the door, her stomach muscles twitching uncomfortably, yet painlessly.
After breathing steadily through her nose for what seemed to be hours but were just mere seconds, the sudden nausea that had taken her by surprise eventually subsided.
Removing her hand away from her mouth, she gave a loud sigh of relief, feeling the cold sweat that she had been feeling moments earlier in the office dry on her skin, ending her brief mysterious misery.
What the heck was that?!
"Arisawa-san? Are you alright?" the doctor's voice called from the other side of the door.
"Crap!" she hissed under her breath. For a moment she had almost forgotten that she had run out on the doctor.
Taking a deep breath and running a hand over her cool forehead, she mentally assured herself that no more surprise ailments were going to take her offguard again. At least that was what she thought because she felt closer to normal now that the nausea was gone.
"Y-Yeah! Sorry about that!"
Shaking her head, she turned around and opened the door, prepared to continue on with her physical like nothing had transpired; successfully pushing what had just happened to the back of her mind.
***
In just a couple of more hours, Ichigo would see Tatsuki again. He had been counting the minutes away, unable to do anything for himself while waiting. It was pitiful but having her familiar presence and wry remarks on normal things, at least things that he deemed as normal, was the only thing he had to look forward to during the too long days of being cooped up in his house.
Due to staying out for most of the nights doing Hollow patrol, regardless of how much Rukia had already told him how unnecesary it was for him to 'work' on weekdays, he used the day to just rest up... His father didn't want him touching anything in the clinic, his sisters had school and when they weren't attending classes they had social lives or like in Yuzu's case, housework and cooking or girly things that he couldn't begin to understand.
But there was a secret reason why he didn't go out and socialize during the day and that reason was quite simple and yet complicated because he did sometimes yearn to walk out in the street without any worries...
He didn't want people that recognized him stopping him for idle talk. He still couldn't handle it fully; well he didn't think he could handle it because so far he hadn't tried since that day that he had spied on Tatsuki and their group at that restaurant. The brief ripple of discomfort that had passed through him on that specific day was something that he didn't want to experience any time soon.
Yeah, he was a coward, but Tatsuki was helping him get back on track. She didn't have to do much to make him feel at ease and didn't act shocked at his appearance or strange random comments that burst from his lips like he knew their other friends would. It was like they knew everything about each other and at the same time were relearning.
Over the past week he had discovered things about Tatsuki he hadn't taken into notice before. Things he hadn't known at all because of the years he had kept her at arm's length.
He hadn't known that she didn't like sugarfree things in spite of her constant supposedly 'all healthy' diets. That she still read some manga and what was more shocking, while he had been in her room he had spied some shojo manga stuffed haphazzardly between her bed's headboard and wall. The thought of that surprisingly feminine thing in her room full of band posters, corners with stacked books and strewn clothes and complete and utter lack of girlish frills, still brought a smile to his face. She also didn't like the new sitcoms on tv and preffered watching reruns and most of the shows she enjoyed were unshockingly about martial arts or detective mysteries.
These were things he hadn't taken into account before because he had dumbly spent so much time staying far away from everyone even though they were physically right beside him.
Then there was how genuine her laugh could be. Tatsuki didn't giggle or hide her smiles like most feminine girls... No. She laughed with her whole body into it. Her eyes would always light in mirth everytime she threw her head back to laugh heartily. It was rare for her to have a full on guffaw, yet when she did, he couldn't help love watching her as if hoping that her short-lived humor would infect him and ease some of the heaviness he constantly carried on himself.
However, he was still fearful of thinking that there was more to them than attraction and a strong bond of friendship. He didn't think he was worthy of anything more that her friendship in the first place. Giving into love again and handing it to her when he felt so incomplete and weakened by merely breathing for yet another day didn't seem fair for all she was doing for him. Just having her hanging out and filling him into what was new in Karakura should have kept him content, but like always he selfishly wanted more from her.
I swore to myself that I would respect her this time!
He knew what he wanted... He wanted her to accept him fully. To be a permanent vital part of her life. Something more than old friend with a load of emotional problems that needed resolving.
But how could he want that when he was so damned afraid of giving that very same thing all away again?
A groan of defeat left his lips as he dimly heard the distant hum of a vaccum cleaner being turned on somewhere in the house. He really needed to get a tv in his room. Just lying around in bed, reading old magazines or listening to music made time go by so slowly. Slowly enough to drive the sanest person crazy. His faulty reasoning for staying holed up in his room while there were other people in the house was because he didn't like having his family seeing how anxious he felt.
One look at him would tell even a stranger that he could pounce or bolt any second. That he could crack like aged pottery.
Ogichi is right about me being pathetic.
The erratic gritty suctioning sounds of the vacumm cleaner being moved accross the rugs downstairs was oddly soothing to him. Normal, proving that life still kept going on. Every day Yuzu would clean, every day Karin would say dry comments about the going ons around them and their father would still act like an idiot begging to be pounded by his fists.
Life still flowed.
That thought, as stupid as he may have found it in the past, had him smiling.
I can still move on from this...
It was proof that he could be normal some day in the future; that not all hope was lost for him.
A new unwelcomed sound broke the meditative humming of Yuzu's cleaning and at this he jerked into sitting position, snapping out of his trance. Now he felt like an idiot for going into a zen-like state because of a noisy vaccum-cleaner.
Who the heck could be coming over the house at this time of day?, Running a hand through his unruly hair, he winced. Karin and Isshin both had keys and Yuzu, well he couldn't actually ever remember Yuzu having many friends to hang out with so having someone ringing the doorbell startled him.
Hearing the soothing sound, that now seemed like a racket to him, being shut off, he silently waited.
He heard no shouting or struggles, he couldn't even hear his younger sister's voice which was odd to him because the entrance of the house was right underneath his room. He should hear his sister's greeting and some low mumble of voices, not a thick tense quiet.
Knowing how unusual it was, he thought it was best to get his heavy body out of bed and see what was happening, even if whoever made a surprise visit was there to see him specifially.
Perfect. What if its Ito or someone else I never want to see again?, An annoyed scowl appeared on his face at the thought without him being aware of it. His face, no matter how he tried to smooth it over, always instinctively fell into hard unfriendly lines of irritation. Scowling was practically permanent.
Leaving his room almost reluctantly, he padded silently down the hallway to the head of the stairs that led to the entrance of his house. He was so quiet and slow in his movements that he didn't warn the two people speaking quietly, unaware of his presence.
What the hell is this?!, his eyes widened and a abrupt surge of outrage coursed him at what he saw taking place on the open doorway of his house.
Ishida was standing a bit too close to his sister. Far too close for Ichigo's like and what made him seethe about the other man's closeness to Yuzu, was that she didn't push him away or seemed uncomfortable by it. In fact, she appeared to be listening with heavy concentration to every low word he spoke to her as if agreeing with him.
Frozen on the spot, he saw as Ishida's hand rose and squeezed his sister's shoulder and how she trembled while nodding.
"Mind explaining to me what the hell you're doing here, Ishida?" he gritted through his teeth, hating what he was seeing and how his dirtied mind conjured the possible answers as to why his former classmate was so damned intimate not only with someone that was his sister, but someone that was underaged of all things.
The two of them pulled away from each other, putting up a respectable distance as if they had been doing something naughty, which in his mind they were though they were merely speaking and not doing something even slightly sinful.
Still... What the fuck is he doing here talking to my sister?! I didn't even know they knew each other well enough to have visits like this! And why did he have to put his hand on her like that?!
"Ah... Kurosaki...," Uryuu coughed and looked away from him, clearly and very wisely, intimidated by his murderous glare.
"Ichi-nii?! I thought you were still sleeping!" looking at his sister he could see how nervous she was by how her bright smile trembled under his dark stare.
"Well I wasn't."
"Oh...," she cleared her throat softly behind her hand, her eyes shooting a quick glance at the tense Uryuu that appeared to be just as twitchy as she was. "Then," her forced smile wavered some more, threatening to disappear at any given moment, "I guess... I'll go back to cleaning then!"
"Yeah," his humorless hard tone didn't change as he continued to pointedly stare at her.
Once she left them quickly with her eyes looking everywhere but him, his sharp eyes fell on Uryuu.
"I asked you a question, Ishida. What do you want?" hearing no answer from the other man, he crossed his arms and slowly started descending the stairs. Thankfully Uryuu didn't move from his spot which gave him more than enough time to ask him very thoughroughly why he was there speaking so intensely with his younger sibling.
"What were you and Yuzu talking about?" he tried to ask that question conversationally, seeing that Uryuu was reluctant to answer.
"Well," he coughed again which made Ichigo's eyes narrow threateningly on him the moment he stood just inches in front of the man, "... you see..."
"I see what exactly?" the more Uryuu the beat around the bush with the subject, the more he felt like beating the answers out of him.
"We were...," the intimidated Uryuu straightened his back and stared at him straight in the eyes. "We were actually discussing you, Kurosaki."
"Really? Did you have to touch her and breathe over her face while talking about me?"
In that instant, he saw it. The slightest widening of alarm in Uryuu's dark blue eyes.
"What are you trying to say?" he had to give him some credit for keeping his tone composed.
"What do you think I'm trying to say?"
Strange... Now that I notice it... Yuzu hasn't turned the vaccum-cleaner back on...
Shaking his head, Uryuu almost looked offended by his question.
"You're seeing things where there aren't any."
Yeah fucking right., Clenching his teeth together, he took hold of one of Uryuu's thin shoulders and attempted to push his outside.
It came as no surprise that he put up a fight and tried to jerk himself away from his hand, "What hell do you think you're doing-?!"
"Shut it!" his hand squeezed, purposely digging his fingers to show he meant bussiness. "Anything you have to say to me, will be said outside, away from my sixteen year old sister!"
The thinner smaller man stiffened, his eyes giving off a glimmer of understanding.
"Ichi-nii-?!" Yuzu cried out somewhere behind him as he dragged the still uncooperative Uryuu outside.
"Stay in the house and don't come out until I say so, Yuzu!" he shouted, not wanting to look at her. The mere idea that something was going on between his former classmate and innocent younger sister made it unbearable for him.
"Do as he says!"
"But-!"
"Just stay inside while we handle this!" hearing their exchange was enough to grate under his skin.
How could I have not seen what was happening under the roof of my own home?! How could I be so stupid?!
This goes to prove that he still had a long way to go before truly knowing the people that had been around him for so many years.
***
Damn it! I know that nearly throwing up got my sensei all riled up!, Never in her life as a fighter for the dojo had she been called in to read test results. Usually her sensei told them all in a group that everything turned out fine, never calling people out individually.
The strange ailment hadn't happened again, but it was evident that the doctor had a big mouth and just had to mention it out of medical concern.
That was why, after going to her morning classes, she was standing outside of the gym waiting for her sensei to call her inside for the private test reading, if it was a test result that got him nervous in the first place. Leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, she bit the inside of her cheek, feeling impatient at how long her sensei was taking in calling her inside.
She didn't want to admit it, but the mystery was making her nervous. There was nothing wrong with her that she knew of, discounting the rare moments in which she felt ill whenever Ichigo was in one of his dark wordless moods.
This time was different though. This time she had gotten ill without Ichigo's influence. In fact what she had felt while being around the doctor had been a strong sense of forboding. Such a strong sudden wave of it that made her nauseated.
Who am I kidding?! Maybe I am really sick and it shows up now!, That didn't help her feel any better. If she did have a terminal barely detectable disease, that could mean her days were numbered. Then again if it turned out to be just a lecture from her sensei about her having to take better care of her health, she would be pissed at wasting her time when she could be heading over to Ichigo's house like she did every day since they'd decided to start knowing each other again.
"Arisawa?" flinching at the sound of her name, she looked over at her sensei.
Whatever it is... can't be good., She had known her sensei for years, in fact she had known him since she had first started at the dojo ever since she could walk and throw a punch. He was normally a loud, harsh man, not unkind, but with a strong forceful personality that let everyone know who was boss in the place, so seeing him saying her name so solemnly made many questions rise in her throat.
"It's not good, is it?" that question left her lips before she could stop herself.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and lowly murmured, "Just come inside, the doctor wishes to speak with you."
Swallowing, she nodded and followed the large man inside the dark interior of the empty gym. Because of the physical check-ups, the dojo had the day off, so there being anyone inside the gym at all boded ill with her.
Because they're only sticking around for me..., She had the dumb question 'Am I going to die?' on the tip of her tongue, but she held herself back at seeing the doctor standing inside waiting for them, a gentle harmless smile on his lips.
He doesn't look like he's got bad news... That doesn't explain why sensei is so tense though., Her eyes strayed to the sealed envelope the doctor held in his hands before glancing at the stony faced man walking alongside her.
"Sorry for having to have you come all the way here." She nodded jerkily at the doctor's words, too tense to say much of anything else.
Hearing a sigh, her nervous eyes shifted to her sensei and she noted that he dragged a hand over his hard face showing a tiredness she hadn't ever noticed in him before.
"Listen, Arisawa...," she gulped, yet kept her back straight and her face relaxed though internally she was becoming a wreck. "You...," her sensei's dark eyes looked at her apologetically, "You can't participate in the meet."
She blinked stunned, her eyes moving from him to the doctor that continued to smile, holding that damnable envelope that she suspected hid the real reason why she couldn't go to the meet she had been preparing for weeks for.
"Wait... What?!" her eyes kept looking between the two men in confusion.
Seeing that as his cue, the doctor began gently as if he were speaking to a child throwing a tantrum, "If you go to the meet or continue practicing for the time being, your health could be greatly jeopordized-"
"What the hell do you mean that my health could be jeopordized?!" she snapped heatedly and her sensei groaned shaking his head at her outburst.
The young doctor's face turned red in either embarassment or anger at her show of temper. Perhaps he felt frightened at the fact that she was one of the champions at the dojo or because he wasn't used to having people just going off. Whatever the case she was pissed because neither him nor her sensei were giving her any clear answers.
"Just give her the test results so she could know for herself," a hint of impatience and resignation edged in her sensei's voice.
"Right...," the doctor blushed more furiously, "how rude of me."
As soon as the envelope was offered to her, she yanked it moodily from his hands and tore noisily at the thing, already desperate to see whatever conclusive document laid inside it.
Nearly ripping out the neatly folded piece of paper from the destroyed envelope, she gave a final glare at the doctor as if blaming him for whatever misunderstanding or medical mistake he may have committed in her testing earlier during the day.
Unfolding the thing harshly, all she saw was a line up of results. Mere numbers and codes for blood minerals, blood sugar and ordinary drug tests.
What the heck am I supposed to be looking for?! I don't understand this medical mumbo-jumbo!
"Ahem."
Her glower shot up to the doctor's nervous eyes in annoyance.
"The result you're looking for is at the bottom."
"You're the only that takes that test here, Arisawa," grinding her teeth at her sensei's added low words, she searched for the result that was making everything in her day all the more difficult.
What?!, Her breath hitched as her disbelieving eyes saw it.
"This... This has to be some kind of mistake!" she exclaimed, denying what was in the clutched piece of paper in her trembling hands.
"Actually, because of your physical shape and lack of sickness, I estimate that you have been along about a month-"
"This is absolute bullshit!" she shouted, crumpling the paper in her hand and tossing it on the floor, her wide eyes looking at the discomforted doctor in both rage and hope. "Those tests aren't always conclusive, so it might be some kind of mistake!"
"Arisawa... The doctor used about three tests on the urine sample you gave him and they all came back with the same result. I didn't believe it myself, but..."
No...!, Panting in shock at what the now balled up paper had shown her, she shook her head frantically. It was just too hard for her to believe. It was the wrong time! This kind of thing usually happened to other people, but never to her.
With her heart pounding strongly, she gulped dryly, feeling as if her throat had been scraped with a scalpel. Even her stomach protested as that nausea that had plagued her that morning during the doctor's consultation came back, but swallowing repeatedly and breathing steadily though quickly in her shock kept her from disgracing herself in front of the two men.
"Now you see why you can not go to the meet? It's not only risky, but its illegal endangerment-"
Her mind didn't register her sensei's explanation. In fact she could no longer hear both of them.
It can't be...
Though she repeatedly told herself that, she knew that it was true. She should have seen the signs and known that things like this could happen to her. She was no different than everyone else just because she had never been faced with such a problem before.
"Luckily, you appear to be in the first stages, so if you want you could come over to my clinic to have your-"
She closed her eyes at how fast everything was moving. How fast someone's life could change at the blink of an eye or a simple routine test that she had never tested positive in.
"-pregnancy monitored-"
Pregnant... I'm... pregnant.
As harsh as it was, it was her reality. She was pregnant and probably had been from the first night her and Ichigo had had sex together. Sucking in a deep breath, she let the truth wash over her. She couldn't do anything else but accept it because it wasn't like she could will her body to change at will.
How am I going to handle this now? It's not like everything has been easy from the begining...
***
I would post a A/N thanking you for all your support during this hard time, but my online journal has a glitch! I can't post anything on it, much less edit it! I had replies for everybody but the stupid justjournal site deletes all of my replies. Hope everyone liked the chapter despite the overdue delay. If you want you could check my site to see if you make out something legible on the thing because I DID have replies for everyone that had reviewed. *whimpers*
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