Other People’s Problems:
Part Twelve:
Monday
…and I still don’t think I’ve
come back to earth just yet.
My weekend was absolutely
fantastic and yes it had everything to do with Duo spending most of it with me.
He had lied to his mother about a basketball camp taking place over the weekend
and ended up spending Saturday and Sunday at my place – something I never
thought would happen so soon. It was a good thing though because he said that
his mother would have wanted to take him to some wine country instead. The
excuse about basketball camp was a good way to avoid going although by Sunday
evening he was grumbling and wishing he could have at least had an evening
filled with good wine, cheese and gourmet dishes.
I figured I was gourmet enough
for his tastes and he didn’t argue with that. Heh, in fact, I do believe he
made very good use of what I had to offer. There was this rather messy
adventure with pancake syrup…
“Keep smiling like that and
everyone in school will definitely know you got laid over the weekend.”
I smirk and shake my head
softly, hardly lifting my gaze from the pages of my textbook as we sit waiting
for our Biology teacher to show up for classes.
“No wonder you couldn’t wait
to get off work,” Wufei continues, jabbing me lightly with his pen. “It was
Duo, eh?”
How can I deny that with a
straight face or without giving away the dull flush of pleasure that’s
beginning to flow through me? Duo was positively evil on Saturday – calling me
at work to talk dirty to me or breaking my concentration at times when I had
customers trying to get my attention. It’s a miracle no one noticed that I was
walking around half the time with a burning erection. I think I had to go to
the bathroom twice just to relieve my frustrations.
“…and you disconnected your
phone again…”
Making out with Duo, that
night on the roof was similar to fumbling in the dark like shy virgins all over
again. We were more than impatient to touch each other everywhere and the rough ground wasn’t all that great of a resting
place for Duo, who let me know just how much it was killing his back each time
we moved. We skipped the foreplay, our raging hormones screaming for
satisfaction which came rather too quickly and messy when it was all said and
done. We had laughed at our pathetic attempt at rekindling our love making
skills but cuddling under the stars and talking for hours afterwards more than made
up for it.
However, I definitely hadn’t
expected to see him standing on my doorstep very early the next morning with an
overnight bag and a sheepish grin on his features.
“…Nia…some issues…”
I finally lift my head at the
sound of the girl’s name and eye Wufei in concern. There is something in the
way he had said that sentence that has me wondering if there’s more to what
he’s saying. I feel almost guilty for not paying that much attention and notice
for the first time how tired and distant he looks. There are faint but dark
circles around his eyes, a clear sign that he’s not been sleeping very well. He
keeps tapping his pen restlessly on the table, a motion that lets me know that
he’s got a lot on his mind. He sighs and brushes his already sleek hair with a
hand before turning to me with a weak smile.
“She says she might want some
time apart,” he says and then shrugs lightly. “I don’t know what the hell that
means.”
“I don’t understand,” I reply
and really I don’t. “I thought you guys were cool last Friday? What happened?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
he asks heatedly and then gives me an apologetic smile. I can tell he’s frustrated
and I can almost feel his pain. “She just called me yesterday morning and says,
‘hey, Wufei, we need to talk’. I could almost feel my heart sink when I heard
that. That’s the dreaded sentence you never want to hear your girlfriend, or
boyfriend in your case, say.”
I nod softly, allowing him to
talk.
“I mean, I was crazy with
worry, man. I’m not kidding. I told her to tell me what’s wrong on the phone,
but she wouldn’t say anything. She just told me to meet her at the burger joint
down the street and we’d talk.”
“At least she wanted to see
you…”
“Fat load of good that did
me,” he interrupts tightly. He shakes his head. “She looks so cool and
beautiful and all, while I looked like I had just run a marathon. I was
panicking, man. Then she begins to talk as if she hadn’t said anything
disastrous on the phone until I finally snap and then ask her to spill it
already.”
He rubs a hand over his eyes.
“She can’t even look me in the eye when she says it.”
“She’s cheating on you?” I ask
incredulously.
“I don’t know! That’s the
frustrating thing!” He quickly lowers his tone as several students glance at
our direction. “She just says that she needs some time to think things through.
That we sort of rushed into this relationship…”
“You met before the summer
break…”
“…and that she needs some
time to just…stay away from me and for us to take things slowly. Fuck!”
I wince inwardly as he stabs the
desk with his pen. From what Nia said, it almost sounds as if she’s in some
kind of relationship with someone else.
“She’s breaking up with me,
isn’t she?” Wufei finally asks in a low voice that’s barely audible in the
noisy room. He finally lifts his haunted gaze to me and the overwhelming urge
to hug him has me clenching my hands into fists instead. Something must have
given it away in my visage because he laughs bitterly and lowers his gaze
again. “I knew it. Maybe a part of me hoped it wouldn’t be that way, but she
is, isn’t she?”
“Wufei…”
“No matter,” he says with a
light shrug. “Maybe we weren’t meant to be or some shit like that. These things
happen, right?”
“Yes… but look at Duo and I,”
I say quickly. “We’ve argued and fought a lot in the past and we’re still
together…”
“That’s because you two are
psychos,” he says with a ghost of a smile and I try to hold back a chuckle.
“Sometimes I envy you, Heero.”
I blink in surprise. I
definitely wasn’t expecting that.
“I sometimes wonder what
would have happened if I had…if I was…” he groans and closes his eyes. “Forget
it. I’m glad you’re happy with Duo. You’ve been such a stuck up asshole for so
long…he was a welcome person in your life. You needed him.”
I guess I did and still do. Mr. Hamida finally walks into
the room and for several minutes, amid the groans, shifting of desks and
students moving back to their rightful seat positions, I reach out to squeeze
his hand gently in reassurance.
Wufei’s really a great guy
and the best friend anyone can ask for. I just hope that there’s someone out
there who can appreciate him just as much as I do.
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Lunchtime:
I bailed out on the others,
really not wanting company this afternoon. I have a lot on my plate regarding
Student Council activities and with the upcoming Career Day fast approaching; I
have to make sure that things go as planned and without a hitch.
It’s with mild surprise that
I find Kenzo, my vice-president, Anna, the secretary, Miyuki, our treasurer and
several other class presidents all making my office into some kind of debate
forum. They quickly fall silent as I walk in, but rise to their feet with
polite greetings as I make my way to my desk.
My gaze falls on a flushed
looking Akira, who you will remember was the guy who got me the flowers for
Duo. He’s the front runner for this position when I graduate and I hate to say
this, but my personal favorite. However, we are in a democratic society where
the peoples' votes count. Let’s just hope they don’t have to go through the
same fiasco Duo, Kenzo and I went through last year.
“Somebody want to tell me
what’s going on?” I finally ask as I sit down and eye them all warily. For a
moment no one says anything until Kenzo clears his throat and announces rather
loudly.
“Akira Kamishiro wishes to
resign from his position as President of the second years, kaichou.”
I can almost feel the floor
move beneath my feet as I gawk at the flushing dark-haired boy in surprise and growing
disappointment.
“Why?!” I ask quickly, my
mind racing with possible scenarios that would make him want to quit. He’s been
a capable president so far and everyone seems to like him as far as I’m
concerned. So why in the world…?
“I wanted to speak to you
alone in private, kaichou,” he finally replies in a small voice. “But they
wouldn’t…”
“I told him that he could
tell us if he had a problem,” Kenzo interrupts with a firm nod. “I mean if one
of our members wishes to resign his position, he has to let us all know the
reason why, correct?”
Some members nod in
agreement, but I continue to watch Akira’s face carefully. He looks extremely
uncomfortable and I have the feeling that he would have loved for the floor to
open and swallow him whole. He lifts his gaze and pleads with me silently.
“All right. Everyone out of
my office…”
“But we have a right to
listen, Yuy!” Kenzo retorts loudly but a look from me silences him immediately.
He shakes his head, glares coldly at Akira for a moment before motioning for
the others to leave the room with him. In less than a minute, we are finally
alone and I can see that he feels so much better.
“Thank you, kaichou…”
“Don’t mention it,” I say
waving my hand quickly in dismissal. “Now, do you want to tell me what’s going
on?”
He clasps and unclasps his
hands for sometime, gets to his feet and paces around as if trying to form the
right words. Finally he stops before my desk and gives me a bow, hardly lifting
his head as he yells out desperately.
“I can’t do it, kaichou!”
I blink in bemusement but he
continues, still not looking at me.
“I can’t take the pressure!
Everyone thinks I’m so wonderful and the best at everything but I can’t take it
anymore, sir! I’m…I think I’m going crazy!”
He gives a harsh sob and
wipes his eyes quickly. “My father…my mother…everyone pushes me to do things I
don’t want to do. I just want to be an ordinary student and enjoy being in high
school but no, they want me to run for president. They want me to join all the
clubs that I possibly can! They want me get straight A’s and succeed in
everything and god forbid I fail one class or lose a competition, they’ll kill
me! I can’t take it anymore, kaichou! I just can’t!”
Ah, the classic case of the
overachieving parents. How many stories have I heard like this over the years? I
listen to him cry helplessly for sometime, knowing that he needs to let it all
out now or it would eat him up inside. Rising to my feet, I walk around the
desk and place my hands firmly on his shoulders, forcing his teary gaze upon
me.
“You don’t have to be the
president if you don’t want to,” I say quietly, reaching out to gently brush
away the tears on his left cheek. “All you have to do is tell your
vice-president to take your position and we’ll nominate someone to take his
place.”
His eyes fill with gratitude
for a moment, but it’s quickly replaced with one of fear and shame. “I’m so
sorry, kaichou…I know you had so much hope for me…”
I nod, still keeping the
smile on my features. “I won’t lie and say I didn’t want you in this position
when I’m gone but…your personal happiness is what matters most, Akira. You
can’t take the seat of the Presidency if you aren’t proud of what you do. It’s
a very tough and dedicated job, you know.”
He nods softly, sniffling
like a little child being reprimanded. “I…I really liked it…for sometime,” he
adds quickly. “But the pressure just became too much. I don’t want to go crazy
like some people I know…”
I refrain from asking just
who these crazies are.
“…my parents are going to be
livid, of course, but I’m determined to let them hear me out this time,” he
says with a firm nod. “I can’t continue to let them push me around. I’m almost
seventeen!”
I pat his shoulder gently.
“Of course you are and the sooner they hear your views on the situation, the
better. I wish you all the best of luck, Akira. You would have made a fine
president.”
“Really?” There’s a flitting
look of uncertainty in those green eyes and I try to hide a smirk. “You’re not
just saying that, are you, kaichou?”
“No, I’m not. I really did
want you to have this seat, Akira. I trust you more than anyone out there and
I’m sorry to say that Jake would make a poor representative when you leave.”
He bites his lower lip and I
can clearly see the inner battle he’s now waging within himself. He shuffles
his feet for a moment and then tries to smile, looking almost shy now.
“Well…thank you, kaichou. It’s not like I’m doing this because I want
to…really. I’m just stopping to prove a point and…and…”
I place a finger against his
lips to silence his blubbering. “You can still have your position until you
come to a definite decision on what you wish to do.”
He gives a huge sigh of
relief and then wipes his tears, giving me a wide grin of gratitude. “Thank
you, kaichou! I…I…I won’t let you down!”
He gives me another deep bow
and all but runs out of my office. Of course, opening the door sends a flood of
my cabinet members spilling to the floor in a heap, all sputtering and making
up excuses of passing by and not eavesdropping at all.
I contemplate firing all of
them and reappointing new and more competent people, but their wails of dismay
and profuse apologies ends up becoming very sweet music to my ears.
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Student Council Office
Still trying to make sense of
the case involving two third years in a street fight, the door to my office
opens without warning. I open my mouth to bark out a sharp reprimand (I can’t
stand it when people open doors without knocking or announcing themselves
first) when I promptly snap it shut as I see who my visitor is.
“To what do I owe the
pleasure, Trowa?” I ask with a smile, watching those long legs stride towards
me with purpose in each step.
“Have you seen Quatre?” he
asks without acknowledging my greeting and I blink in confusion before noticing
the rather annoyed look on his visage.
“Uuum…no…I haven’t seen him
since this morning. I thought you two had music toge…”
“He missed it…again,” he adds tightly. He paces around
for a moment while I watch with growing fascination and worry. I’ve rarely seen
Trowa angry before and believe me it’s a sight to see. He’s usually calm and
collected – you know, one of those guys who can maintain one expression no
matter how he feels at any given time – but now, that handsome face seems taut
with tension. He stops before my window and stares at the school grounds. His
jaw works silently for a moment and then he turns around to face me, those
green eyes, hardly giving anything away.
“I think he’s involved with
Mr. Hamida.”
The laughter spills out
before I can stop it. I mean it’s totally ridiculous! For one thing Mr.
Hamida’s not even gay and what can Trowa mean by saying that Quatre’s involved
with the guy? I can’t see that happening at all!
“What are you talking
about?!” I ask still trying to stifle my laughter. “Hamida’s not gay…”
“Yes, he is,” Trowa states
flatly, not even cracking a smile. “You just don’t know it and he’s done a fine
job keeping it under wraps from us.”
I sober up quickly and then
cough lightly while trying to let this new piece of information sink in.
“And…how did you know…?”
“I saw him at a gay club,
Dinks, several weeks ago…”
“You go to gay clubs?! You’re
underage…”
“…and he was with another
man…making out, Heero. So don’t tell me he’s not gay or at least a bisexual.”
“Did he see you?”
“He must have. I wasn’t
making any attempt to hide or anything.”
I swallow tightly and begin
to tap my pen on the table. This is huge. If word gets around that we have a
gay teacher in school…who knows what could happen?!
“And you say that Quatre’s
involved…?”
“Quatre’s in his Biology
class which comes before our Music lesson. I usually wait for him outside the
classroom so we can walk there together.” His brows furrow as if in serious
thought and he turns away again, deciding that perhaps talking to the window
would be best instead of looking at me.
“The first time, I noticed
Quatre staying behind to talk to him. He told me it was about a question
regarding an upcoming test and I thought nothing about it. Then a week ago, I
wait outside for almost half an hour and when he finally comes out, he’s
looking flushed and slightly breathless. I ask him what took so long and all he
tells me is that there was a really difficult practical test coming up and they
had to go over a few notes. Can you believe that?”
“Well…maybe he was just
looking flushed because he ran out of the room…”
He eyes me as if I’m senile
and I decide to keep my mouth shut.
“He looked like he had been
kissed, Heero,” he says through clenched teeth.
“No!” I say quickly, shaking
my head rapidly. “No, no, no, no, no, Trowa! How can you say that? Quatre would
never cheat on you, not with Hamida at least! I mean, granted the guy is good
looking but…just no!”
I shudder at the thought but
Trowa’s looking even more upset. “And then today, I go to wait for him and he’s
not even there! Neither is Hamida! And I know that he went to class today, he
could barely wait to leave Math to make it to Biology!”
“Trowa…”
“Will you help me, Heero?” he
suddenly asks causing me to blink warily at the determined look in his eyes.
“Help you with what?”
“I just need to find out what
they are up to, that’s all.”
“Trowa, I don’t think…”
“Heero! How would you feel if
Duo was the one involved with Hamida?”
Oh, he just has to hit below
the belt, doesn’t he? But it still doesn’t stop me from thinking the same
thoughts too. I do know that Duo’s in Hamida’s class first thing after
homeroom…but that doesn’t mean anything…does it?
“Wait a minute now,” I begin,
rising to my feet and trying to calm the situation down…or at least myself. “We
don’t know that they are both involved. I mean you could just be blowing all of
this out of proportion…”
A light knock on the door has
us turning around quickly and sure enough, the newly crowned Most Beautiful Boy
in school sticks his head in with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, Heero but I was just
wondering if you had seen Trowa…Trowa! What are you doing here? I’ve been
waiting for you by the Music Hall.”
I watch with great interest
as he walks into the room, his smile widening as he approaches his
boyfriend…who’s not looking too happy at the moment. I watch as the smile
falters for a minute until it finally becomes a frown of irritation.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking that
question?” Trowa asks just as coolly and I wince as the temperature in the room
seems to have decreased considerably.
“What’s that supposed to
mean?” Quatre counters back, his frown deepening. Oh god, I wonder if Duo’s
done with basketball practice. I might as well escape while I can.
“You and Hamida, that’s what!
You two have been acting way too friendly lately.”
“What…?”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t
know what I’m talking about. Going to his office…hanging out with him after
class…I mean what next?! You’ll be sucking face soon enough!”
“I don’t believe I’m hearing
this…”
I can’t believe I’m hearing
this either but they are my best friends and I don’t want them to fight over
some gay teacher who must be having a blast right about now and not really
caring about the damage he’s inflicting on two teenage boys.
“Listen, guys,” I begin,
trying to get between them. “Could you not fight over this? I mean what if
Quatre’s got a legitimate reason for staying with him…”
“So what if I’m hanging out
with Hamida, huh? What’s it to you? He’s a damn fine teacher!”
“Oh really? In that case, you
can let him become your new boyfriend!”
“Maybe I will!”
Oh god. This isn’t happening.
“You know what? Forget you!” Quatre
yells out, his voice trembling a bit as if on the verge of tears. “Shit! I
don’t know why the fuck I put up with this crap anyway!”
And just as suddenly as he
had come in, he slams the door to my office on his way out, leaving Trowa and I
frozen in our positions and in deafening silence.
After what seems like an
eternity, Trowa slams his fist against my wall and without saying a word to me,
storms out of my office as well. Some of the pictures on the wall shudder at
the sound of the door shutting behind him.
Dear gods! What the hell’s
wrong with everyone today?! Wufei and Nia have apparently broken up. I all but
saved Akira from committing mental suicide and being a drama queen, Trowa and
Quatre are on the verge of calling it quits too and the knowledge that Hamida,
one of my favorite teachers is just like me…well gay is just mind boggling. My mind
can only take so much.
I groan and sink into my
chair, holding my aching head between my hands. I need something good to happen
to me in the next few minutes or I’m going to explode.
My door opens again and
already wired and with frayed nerves, I lift my head to yell out angrily. “For
fuck’s sake, knock on the goddamn door first!”
“And I love you too, buddy,”
Duo replies with a wary look thrown in my direction.
Nobody has ever looked so
beautiful in all my life.
I get off my chair and all
but dive into his arms, holding on tightly and inhaling that unique scent of
strawberries and sweat. He’s still dressed in his basketball uniform and it’s
obvious he’s just coming in from practice.
“Whoa, what’s the matter?” he
asks, steadying me with his arms around my waist. “Council people driving you
nuts already?”
“No…it’s…just…” I lift my
head to stare at him carefully. “Do you have some kind of problem to get off
your chest too?”
He blinks at my question and
then pouts. “I’m not going to be playing in the game this Saturday if that’s
what you mean. Coach says I’ve missed a lot of practices because of the injury
and I’ll have to be on the bench. You should have seen the look on that fucker,
Bradley’s face. He’s been dying to take my position as captain and finally got
his chance after all.”
I nod slowly, giving a soft
sigh of relief. It’s not such a big deal then. Now that Duo’s feeling better,
I’m sure they’ll let him become captain again. I push him towards the couch and
force him to sit on it with a soft grunt, my lips already trailing along his
neck as I begin to tell him the events of the day. After telling of Wufei and
Nia’s story…
“Man, that blows. I really
thought they’d stay together for a long time.”
“Me too,” I say softly. “But
do you really think she’s found someone else?”
“She’s dumb if she’s gonna
find anyone as good as Wufei,” Duo says firmly, his hand beginning to tug my
shirt out of my pants gently. “Never trust girls from an All Girls’ school,
that’s what I say.”
I chuckle softly and continue
with my tales of woe and by the time I’m through with Akira’s debacle, Duo’s
laughing softly and his fingers are doing a fine job of unbuttoning my shirt
now.
“Damn kid wants the job,” he
says with a nod as he caresses my nipples gently. I suck in a harsh breath and
struggle to concentrate on my story.
“I know. I figured I’d give
him another chance…aah…!”
He’s sucking on them now,
gentle tender kisses against those sensitive nubs that have me clutching his
shoulders tightly.
“Shit…Duo…”
“Keep going,” he commands
gently. “I’m listening.”
With great effort, I manage
to tell of Trowa’s story about Hamida and then…
“Dude, no way! I knew it! I
knew he wasn’t hanging around the basketball and swimming pools for nothing!”
What? I pull
away from his embrace to eye Duo warily, noticing the excited look in his eyes.
“He…hangs around the
basketball courts?” I ask slowly.
“Uh huh,” Duo replies with a
fervent nod. “He doesn’t go asking guys out on a date or anything, but he’s
trying to become the assistant coach or so…hey…where are you going?!”
I am now pacing before Duo,
watching him carefully, while wondering why my panic buttons are all on high
alert. The very thought of Hamida watching Duo running around in shorts and sometimes
shirtless is too much too bear. What illicit fantasies could he be having about
my boyfriend? I’ll have to be in each of his practice sessions from now on.
Someone’s got to keep an eye on that guy.
“What’s the matter, Heero?”
I keep my decision to myself and
only tell him about Quatre and Trowa’s argument.
“Hmm…I dunno,” he finally
begins carefully. “I don’t think Hamida would do something as dumb as getting
involved with a student let alone a guy. Secondly, I don’t think Quatre’s
cheating on Trowa. If anything someone needs to knock some sense into that
boy.”
“So you want us to play
matchmakers and get them back together again?”
Duo smirks and leans back on
the couch, spreading his legs to display the obvious bulge within his shorts.
“I’m game if you are,” he replies and beckons me closer with a finger. “But for
now, I’ve got a little problem you’ve got to take care of, Yuy.”
I eye the clock and bite my
lower lip, my entire body flushing with heat at the sight of his erection. We
have less than twenty minutes to get ready for our next class.
“You always did have bad
timing,” I grumble good-naturedly as I stand before him waiting for him to go
ahead and do what he wants. He only laughs and sits up to unbuckle my belt, the
zipper quickly following as my cock is soon released to his hungry gaze. He pushes
my pants down a bit more, causing the cloth to pool around my ankles. I
promptly kick it aside and gasp in delight as Duo’s lips and mouth envelopes
the throbbing flesh. He begins to suck me slowly while I try to remain steady,
my lashes growing just as heavy as my breathing is shallow.
“Faster,” I urge
breathlessly, my hands releasing his shoulders to hold on to the couch for fear
I’ll hurt him. “Hurry…”
He releases me with a hard
kiss on my swollen head, and dives for his gym bag. I watch him through glazed
depths as he prepares himself and before long, I feel his cool and slick
fingers slipping into my ass to stretch the tight ring of muscle. Gasping
helplessly, I bury my face against his neck and begin to suck as hard as I can
on his flesh.
“Hickey alert…” he says in a
trembling whisper. “Not so hard…ah fuck…”
I don’t really care. Let
everyone see the mark. He’s mine after all.
He withdraws his fingers and
hardly giving me time to breathe, he places his hands on my waist and lowers me
to meet his hard flesh. My cry gets lost in his mouth as he gives me a kiss,
hot enough to melt steel. We begin to move, slow at first but then a bit
faster, our bodies now accustomed to our frenzied bouts of love-making. I wrap
my arms tightly around his neck, holding on to him for dear life as I feel
every inch of that hard cock burying itself deeper and deeper.
For a few glorious minutes,
all the troubles and problems that I’ve dealt with during the day melt away into
nothing. All I can see, taste and feel is Duo with and within me. His scent…our scent permeates my senses, nearly
driving me wild with lust. With a low guttural cry, I arch into him as my
orgasm causes my entire body to stiffen in response. Every nerve in my body is
taut with my imminent explosion and as I finally explode I can almost feel
myself falling into an endless but blissful abyss of darkness. I vaguely hear
his own cry of release but his teeth upon my shoulder is more than enough to
let me know that he’s just as blown away as I am.
I cling to him like a limp
noodle in satiation, unable to move as we try to get back down to earth. I open
my eyes slowly and stare blindly at my desk, feeling Duo still swelling within
me and wishing I was back in my apartment where a repeat performance would be
most welcome. The dull chime of the bell is another harsh reality I do not wish
to face, but Duo’s soft…
“Back to school, my darling,”
…has me biting his ear lobe
gently while trying not to blush at the endearment. Damn him for saying those
kinds of words at the oddest times.
We wash up quickly in the
adjoining rest room (just one of the many perks a student president receives)
and in less than five minutes, you’d hardly guess we just had sex on my couch. We’re
becoming way too good at this quickie business.
“So,” he says as he shoulders
his gym bag and winks at me. “Operation Fix Wufei, Trowa and Quatre in order
then?”
I laugh softly and nod in
agreement as we begin to make our way out of the room.
“Yes, Duo. Mission accepted.”
~End Period Twelve~