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Chapter 1: Fetch and carry


   A cool foggy night rested upon the valley fortress, an old wooden temple converted to suit the needs of a feudal lord, his interests and his men. It's presence was daunting and nolonging was a place of prayer or site for pilgrimage. Henchmen and paid thugs peppered the interior and exterior of the complex, not allowing passage through the main gate without shameful security check and forced searched. The feudal Lord's fortress was a fortress indeed.


   Inside among all his treasures, trophies and prizes was a princess if not the valued heiress to a worthy esteemed clan sat waiting. Perhaps for relief in the form of an envoy of her father's to free her from this maddening situation. She wore the trappings of a princess and a brooding attitude to matched her obvious pampered lifestyle and constantly annoyed the guards blocking entrance to her room who knew not if the ransom money was even coming.



   Suddenly there was noise. It sounded like a yelp or a cry for help cut short. The princess inhaled sharply in the direction she heard it. She also heard the floor boards creak where the guards stood, they heard too. There were three in total, two standing at the bedroom door and one seated at a table by a window overlooking the busy courtyard. The bigger of the two men order the man at the table to investigate. He complied and cautiously approached the lit hallway, but as the candle lit flames were extinguishednhe lost heart and tore off in the opposite direction. The gaze of the guards followed his path as they didn't move from their assigned place. When they looked back, they met their doom.



   Two more deathwails sounded and the princess pulled herself away from the door in indescribable fear. The silence was deafening and was abruptly broken when the lock on the door gave way and open violently. There stood death given form, covered in a black cloak and carrying a curved sword drenched in onslaught. The only visible part of this assailant was the top portion of the head revealing oong crimson blood red hair and green emotionless eyebrowless eyes with a thick dark outline. Curiously enough was a tattoo near left temple. Was it the word for...love?


   Whatever the case, there was no love in this person as the princess was cruelly grabbed to her feet and tugged along to the hallway, passed the mutilated bodies and passed even more evidence of malice. They stopped eruptly to hide in the shadows and the not as sheer footed bumped into her rescuer. And through the black cloak with her shoulder she could feel that this he was in fact a she. "Who are you," she asked to which there was reply. She just stared back at her cold green emerald eyes before once more venturing out into harms way.


   They surprised two henchmen who were sipping sake like barbarians who in no time were made short work of. Five more came shooting from down the hallway and yelled to sound the alarm. The hornet's nest was kicked for sure.


   Hurling the princess into a hiding place, her rescuer engaged the horde with skill and brutality unparalleled. There was not a shred of mercy in her swordplay, it was kill or be killed plain and simple. But the manner in which she preformed was not for the fainthearted. Not to mention her eyes were motionless, unmoving, not blinking, just wide and hateful yet devoid of compassion. The princess peered around the corner. She saw the blood and carnage that wasn't there not five second prior. Then through the window the foggy mist parted allowing the moonlight to shine unhindered. Something shined from her rescuers belt. It was a head band of Suna...the Sand Village. From that she put the rest together, the answer to her unanswered question. But someone beat her to it.


   "Sabaku," a frightened henchmen piped, "Sabaku no Gaara! Run for your lives!!!"


   Standing among the corpses Gaara smirked a devilish grin whilst extending her hand outward as if to grab the scaed man from his escape. But she did that is with her sand, which pooled at the man feet traveling upwards passed his knees and torso and finally his screaming mouth that was abruptly silenced. Gaara then twisted her wrist and tightened her fingers. "Sand coffin!!!" she roared, as the far end of the hallway became coated with exploding blood stained red sand.


   A few minutes more and it was all over. The henchmen dead, the feudal lord slain, the object of interest secured...


   Still the proclaimed Demon of the Sands felt unfulfilled as Gaara returned on the path wince she came with princess in tow. Now it was time to go home and wait for new mission that wasn't as boring as this one.




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   Chapter 2: Hidden in the Leaves



   Konoha, seat of the Hokage and resting place of the great Hashirama. At this very moment a new village leader was to be selected and announced before the crowd that gathered in front of the kage village tower. Then there was silence, the previous and esteemed fifth Hokage stood at the edge of the rooftop balcony facing the crowd. He removed his kage head covering and spoke directly.

   "Citizens of the Village Hidden in the Leaves, fellow ninja brethren and friends. It is my honor and privilege to announce to you all the appointment we have made. Just, wise and merciful, I present to you the sixth Hokage of the hidden leaf..."

   The crowd roars in applause as the Sixth became visible.

  "Uzumaki Naruko!" Suddenly Iruko's hand came straight upon Naruko's head, "Do you really have been a troublemaker right now?! Act like a lady!"

  Tsundare contained his embarrassment, choked and continued, "Hyuuga Hinato."


  The crowd goes wild, fangirls included who shouted embarrassing phrases. "Hinato-sempai, we love you!" He did his best to ingnore them. Just for how long would he have to put up with this? He was used to being overlooked and dismissed by his peers, but now he was Hokage. Everything it seems has changed. However, Hinato set his mind on lofter goals and turned to face his cousin. The two made eye contact, though Neja was at a loss as to why. The fifth hokage again faced the crowd once more and waved to the crowd below.







   Later after all the fanfare, photo taking, questions from the press, Hinato could finally let down his defenses. Him being in this room behind this desk as hokage...it seemed so unreal. He wasn't here out of ambition, but duty. Hinato wanted so much to give back to this village he called home. Now there one thing he had to do. He waited for the knock on the door.

   "Yes?" he replied.

   "Hokage-sama Neja Hyuuga is in the lobby," said a leaf jonin on the other side of the door.

   "Send her in please."




   A short while later, Neja entered with no lapse in decorum. She bowed recognizing Hinato status as village leader but that was all. Neja had always resented the main branch of the family and Hinato was always at the brunt of her hatred. Hinato was a weakling. Hinato was unworthy of being the clan leader. Hinato lost to her in chunin exams. Hinato was a sorry excuse for a ninja...and yet there he sat, as her superior. The insult to injury.


   "Cousin, please sit," he said gesturing to a seat nearby.

   "I would prefer to stand...hokage-sama." Her tone was condescending.

   Hinato reeled slightly sensing her aggression. It had always made him uneasy in the past, frankly it still did. The forced training they did together were one of many unsettling memories he had. Still he was determined to lighten the mood.

   "Do you know why I asked for you?"

   "It had crossed my mind, yes."

   Hinato stood up and walked the length of the desk til he came within arms length of Neja. He drew in a heavy sigh. "I called for you because...there has been a history between us, within our family. Something I have avoided because it is a matter of great pain for you. Personally, I wish I could turn back time..."

   "Was I also summoned to be lectured?"

   "No..." He returned to the desk. "But I do have a favor to ask of you. Simply take this scroll to the Hyuuga clan council leaders. A similar copy has already been sent to mother."

   "That's it?"

   "Yes and after today, you won't have to see me anymore...I will not burden you with my presence...you may go."

   "So easy for you to say, isn't it?" Hinato shot a look of surprise at his cousins words. Why, when he was all but pleasent? It pained him. Neja continued, "You're the failure, you can go as you please but I don't have a future, all because my mother and aunt were born twins she after by three seconds. The lower branch is told that their service to the main branch is an honor..."

   "C- Cousin, please..."

   "It's slavery!!!

   There was an odd silence between them. Hinato hung his head over the desk, he full well the treatment the lower branch received. It was a cruel, outdated concept and Hinato like it or not was part of it. Like a thorn in his side, it reminded him unceasingly. One might wonder if he really was a purposeful failure, to escape that had sickened him.

   " That..." he said lifting his head, "will be all..."

   As soon as Neja left and the door closed, Hinato gave in to his emotions. And when he couldn't a moment of peace...

   "Hokage-sama," it was Kakasha Hatake.

   Hinato quickly dryed his eyes. "Yes, Kakasha. Come in please."

   Kakasha came in with a worried gaze. "You okay?"

   "I'm fine. Anyway what is it?"

   "Remember the communation we recieved from the Sand Village? Well they're sending us as a token of good will...a body guard."

   The Sixth Hokage lifted his eyebrow, "who did they send?"







   The wind rushed over the Dunes, taking with them the grains of sand in its wake. A lonely cloaked figure walked among. Red hair blowing in the wind, eyes wide open to the objective...whatever that may be.


   "And she's on her way..."


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Chapter 3: Changing of the Guard



   A sand storm was cropping, the kind that would rip the flesh from your bones if you didn't run for proper shelter. But Gaara wasn't worried, she was the sand and she was the storm. Here she felt like a god surrounded by miles of her most subjected element. It can be molded into what she would need at the time, anything from a sand shield to a sword, even the titanic sand storm that passed over her. Gaara didn't feel it, it didn't even touch her. Like a whirlwind it circled til the entire storm followed her direction with Sabaku no Gaara of the Suna Village like a stray dog following it's new master. For a brief moment, Gaara felt free.


   How different it truly was, especially at the Sand Village. She had been the topic of must discussion by the villager elders. How Gaara hated them, those fools all lined in a row. They looked like targets in a shooting gallery and Gaara was eager to waste them...if it wasn't for that damn sealing jutsu...


   When Gaara approached the gate she was already annoyed. The scent of trees and then the scent of food as she proceeded further inside. The sounds of playing children in the streets, laughing and carrying on in childish activity, as adults busied in the market buying and selling. Gaara wrinkled her nose, her long straight red blocking half of her face revealing her tattoo and left shadowed eye. Her green iris half obscured by her dark eyelids were steady beacons. This place was sickeningly filled with people living as she wish she had. On top of that it was a security nightmare, anyone with determination and sharp knife could just as easily assassinate the Hokage.

   Gaara suddenly stopped, something was blocking her path. Some snotnosed child that lots it's way? It just stood there looking inquisitively, picking it's nose as if it was mining for gold. She sidestepped the runt and continued her way. She knew her orders, don't fraternize with the natives and do your job. Simple enough but this small native was being too curious. Gaara knew it was following her. She only wished that it didn't speak.

   "Whatcha doin'?" it asked.

   "Something that need not concern you," she answered cruelly, "now disappear."

   "What's disappear mean?"

   "It means, go away."

   "Then why didn't you say that?"

   Gaara turned sharply, gritting her teeth with fire in her eyes, "Go away!!!"


   "A curious mind is an intelligent mind, shame you don't agree," a voice came from above. Gaara turned her gaze upward. The ninja jumped down and Gaara forgot about little runt immediately.

   "Run along home son and you must be Gaara. Hi, I'm Kakasha Hatake," she said standing her hand. Gaara did not take it.

   "You are a Jonin, are you not?" Gaara asked.

   "Yes and my orders were to escort you to the Hokage's office. I'd be here sooner if it wasn't for me..."

   "...getting lost on the road to life. Really, sensei? Using that same excuse."

   Another ninja appeared wearing an Anbu's armor. It was Satsuki Uchiha. Gaara eknowledged the Uchiha's presence, long had she wanted to face an Uchiha in the heat of battle. Her blood boiled with excitement. Still this was not part of her mission and her gaze returned to the copy ninja, Kakasha.

   "The Hokage..." she interjected. She was impatiently awaiting her new task, no matter how insulting it was. It was her job.

   "Uh, right. You'll have plenty of time to meet Satsuki and the others. This way."

   Satsuki eyed Gaara as she passed. Gaara grinned, yes she looked forward to their next meeting






   Soon they arrived at the Kage tower, passed several chunin and jonin returning and leaving on missions and other official matters. They came to a pair of marked double doors, the Hokage's office and where would spend most of his time. Ever with decorum, Kakasha knocked. "Hokage-sama," he rang.

   "Enter," a soft-spoken male voice uttered from the other side. The doors opened with Hyuuga Hinato at the far end behind the desk with opened windows behind him. He was young for being Hokage about 17 or 18 years old. His boyish appearance did not floor Gaara as many of his fangirls had on some many occasions, showering him with praise and gifts of endearment. But Gaara was altogether different, emotionless, impassive, hateful even. Qualities Hinato himself didn't find entirely tasteful, but who was he to judge and greeted her with smile. "Welcome to Konoha, I am Hyuuga Hinato. It is an honor to have you represent your village. I hope this is a start to a long prosperous friendship."

    Gaara did not bow. Instead she pondered the scenario in her mind. She thought about the size and dimensions of this room, the distance of the windows from her standing position and the Copy Ninja to her right two steps away. But most and foremost was that of the boy Hinato. He was right there in front of her. She thought about how easy it could be, like taking candy from a baby after killing the baby. It would be...so...easy...

   "I would like to get to know," Hinato added, "please, tell me a little about yourself."

   "Why?" Gaara asked. She was just a bodyguard, what possible interest could he possibly have in her?

   "Because we are going to see a lot more of each other." Hinato wondered if he should have rephrased that last one, sounded like they were dating or something more. Hinato contained his embarrassment. "I would like to be friends with you."

   Gaara didn't have friends. Did her brother and sister count? Friend was meaningless to Gaara, it only got in the way of her missions. It was an obstruction, nothing more.

   "A room has been prepared for you. If you would like to rest, you're free to go. The chunin outside will take you there." Again Gaara said nothing and promptly left the office. Kakasha raised an eyebrow and Hinato let out a heavy sigh once the door was closed.

   "Well, what do you think," Kakasha asked.

   Letting down his defenses, "s-she is not very chatty and she is VERY intimating."

   Kakasha nodded, "an example of her upbringing no doubt. But aside from that we have little to nothing on file. We couldn't form background check and refusing a request from the Sands would be an insult. So we're stuck with her."

   "I feel bad for her, she came all this way alone only to take residence in a land not hers," Hinato stared at the floor for a moment before taking one final look at Kakasha. "Give me everything you have on Gaara, I want to learn everything I can about her."

   "Of course, err...Hinato?"


   "Do you, if don't mind me asking...do you find her attractive?"

   "I find her interesting, but I uh, attractive? I don't know, I suppose I need to know more about her then."

   "Hn," Kakasha nodded, "I'll find the file you're looking for. See ya."







   It was nighttime and Gaara lay on her back on the rooftop staring at the sky. The stars...How small they seems up there and how close together they looked. It was a reminder of her own existence. To love yourself and only yourself...because no one would ever do it for you and no matter how many you sent to Hell, all the blood in the world wouldn't be color the portrait of your pain. And it was only a matter of time before the beast inside, this Demon of the Sand would be freed and rampage across this world with nothing to stop her.

   Then she saw something, a light in a window. The Hokage's bed chamber? He seemed so poised and pompous at their first meeting. She wanted to see what this weakling was really like. Quickly she dartednout the rooftops and into the night.





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   Chapter 4: midnight moonlight




   Hinato's brow was heavy with the cares of the day. Being Hokage was no easy task, but had its share of moments. Still it didn't change that he felt tired and was about to bed down for the night when there was a knock at the door. He stopped short of lifting the covers with one leg in. Shrugging before heading toward the door he tiringly ventured over.

   "Who is it," he said with an exhausted voice.

   "May I come in?"

   Neja, at this hour? The young Hokage was perplexed as to why his cousin wanted to see him. Biting the bullet he opened the door. "Nii-chan, w-what is it? Is something wrong?" She said nothing but proceeded inside. Her head was level lowered as we're her shoulders. This was an enigma for Hinato, just what was wrong with her.

   "If you are not feeling well I will call the medics."

   "I'm fine Hinato-sama."

   How strange, hearing her use that title. It was unlike her especially in connection with him. Yet nothing was wrong? Hinato felt deeply concerned. His cousin's back was turned as she stood in the middle of the room. Slowly she turned to him, tears in her eyes. Something had to be wrong. Hinato's thoughts went wild with possible and impossible scenarios. Then Neja put all his fears to rest.

   "What you did...why did you do it?" she asked.

   "The scrolls," said Hinato coming to threalization. "I did it because I had to...no, I wanted to do it. I couldn't live with myself knowing the lower branch was still...enslaved."

   "I came here to than-."

   Hinato waved his hand and shook his head. "There's no need, I don't deserve praise. Thank yourself for having the courage to stay strong and confident in the service of the main branch of the Hyuuga. But now your destiny is now your own. All I ask is that you-."

   A sudden embrace silenced him from speaking further. In a simple gesture, Neja Hyuuga thanked her cousin in a way that spoke volumes be one words.

   "Forgive me, brother Hinato..."

   He smiled and returned her hug. There was no need for Hinato forgave her a long time ago. The two shared the moment for a minute longer before it was time to go. Hinato bid Neja a goodnight and that he would she her in the morning. The door closed, perhaps it did a little too hard. Thats right the window was open. As Hinato went to close the shutter, he froze. Was he seeing things or was there a face in the window? Hinato felt his blood chill.




   From the window sil, Gaara crouched staring. She wasn't trying to be stealthy at the time but she did want to gauge the young Hokage's reaction. It was somewhat amusing. Gaara then let herself down, not jumping as to cause undue attention. Like a cat, no like a shadow her feet touched the floor without making a sound, her eyes unmoving, unblinking. They were trained on Hinato like a predator stalking prey. Those hypnotic green eyes, Hinato felt entranced but without fear. How different they seemed in the light like this, how beautiful and bright they looked with her blood red hair. It was in that moment he didn't feel intimidated by her for her could see that she was a woman with appeal. Gaara stopped her advance when the Hokage's blank dumb expression was replaced with a smile.

   "Gaara, do you need something? You do not have use the window, the door is more convenient I assure you."

   "Who was that," Gaara whispered in a harsh, unforgiving tone.

   "That was my cousin, Hyuuga Neja. I trust her so do not worry please."

   Gaara said nothing and turned to the window.

   "Please,  I would like it if you used the door. It's much easier, I assure you."

   The Sand kunochi turned gave him a sharp look. Hinato gulped, that was not exactly a kind face. It was her way of say, 'keep your opinions to yourself', but was even more surprised when she walked passed him and used the door. Hinato watched her leave. If this what she was like on her first day, he shuttered to think what a bad day might feel like. He closed the shutters and went to bed.







   The next morning bright and sunny. A perfect morning and a perfect start of a brand new day. Hinato dressed himself and proceeded to the dining room area passing Kakasha and Captain Yamato.

   "Good morning and how is everyone?"

   "As well as can be expected Hinato-sama," Kakasha said, "though if you are heading to the dining area, may I recommend you wait until the mess is cleaned up."

   Hinato had a worried look. "What happened?"

   "There was an intruder in the house last night," said Yamato, "but we could even capture him for questioning..."

   "Long story short, Gaara got to him first." Kakasha winced.

   The next thing Hinato was try to locate Gaara who was standing off center in a hallway. He approached her. "Gaara," he asked. She passively turned to meet his gaze.

   "I am told you slayed an intruder last night," he said almost choking at the gruesome thought, "if you would be so kind as to explain to him what happened?"

   "Grass ninja," she answered, "the sworn enemies of my village."

   "And you killed the shinobi on the spot?"

   "Should I have?"

   "No, but did he attack you or anyone?" he inquired.

   "I saw an enemy who wasn't supposed to be in a certain spot at a certain time. I acted and he is neutralized. An enemy of the Sand is the enemy of the Leaf." Her demeanor was cold and emotionless.

   "Yes...but I must ask you if possible to capture them in the future. But I am no dismissing your actions, that shinobi could have harmed anyone...so, I commend you."

   "As you...command."

   "Also, I have a favor to ask," Hinato had a smile on is face, "will you accompany me as I make my rounds about the village today?"

   Odd for the kage to request something of this from Gaara, at least from from her prospective. She agreed with a simple nod.

   "Great, thank you." Hinato showed his toothy grin.







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Chapter 5: Memory Lane





   The sun was beginning to climb the sky when the Homage and his new bodyguard exited the Kage tower. Not far behind, Captain Yamato stealthily dove from shadow to shadow to avoid detection. Kakasha too followed but in a less dramatic fashion while reading a Makeout Series novel.

   "Yamato," asked Kakasha with her eyes not leaving the pages, "I'd ask but you sorta cured me of that awhile back."

   "Shush, you'll give me away!" Yamato said in a hushed tone as Kakasha offered shrug.

   Hinato and Gaara strolled down the avenue dense with activity. Again Gaara's nose was filled with unpleasant aromas and seeming every five seconds some peasant would step away from their concerns and bow respectfully to the Hokage. The Hokage however eknowledged them with a friendly hello and good morning as if he was some kind of equal. Gaara stared at this display, it was far different from that within the Sand Village. The citizens there quivered in fear and graveled in the presence of the Kage as if some god had decended in human form.

   The Hokage's bodyguard stared about at the passers-by, any of them could be anassassin; it was a security nightmare. Still Gaara stood poised as Hinato would frequently stop to chat and buy from the local markets. This was her job and like it or not she had to bear it if not grin. She tried to tone them out and focused on her objective.

   "Gaara?" Her head shot in the direction of Hinato. Why did he eknowledge her? Did he feel threatened?

   "Gaara, do you want something," he asked.


   Needless to say this she did not answer. She wanted this outing to be over ASAP. Hinato could clearly see he wasn't helping. "One more stop for the day, please?" Gaara nodded as they removed themselves from market and soon the market entirely.






   It was quieter now and for good reason too.

   "This used to be my favorite spot to train. It's so quiet here a side from the wind and the birds." Hinato had a measure of sadness in his voice, because it was a cemetery now. At the center was a modest monument surrounded by grave markers. These were erected during the Pain crisis and this was the cost of victory. Of course Gaara was no stranger to war or death for that matter. Death was all embracing  and she felt nothing as she saw the graves lining vast rows.


   An eerie silence fell between them. Awkward even.

   "I am sorry Gaara-san, that you had to come all this way to a strange land," he said, "I will understand if you-"

   "I'm not a child that should be held close and protected," her voice was one with signs of irritation. It thundered slightly in low tone that would otherwise have been drown out if it weren't for the silence. "I am a warrior sent to do a task by the Kazekage, nothing more."

   "But-isnt your mother..."

   Gaara turned and shot a dirty look and belted out a cry of anger, "That fool disowned me as well as my mother!!!"

   Her eye were full of something, Hinato knew that much. Those were eyes of hate, distrust and something more, something Hinato could nothing describe. Then it came to him...madness. Gaara had been driven insane. He felt cold, feeling the urge of fight and flight. It was then Gaara gave a sadistic grin.

   "You're afraid of me."

   "No, I'm not," Hinato lyingly replied.

   "You should be...I am Sabaku no Gaara, Demon of the Sands...I've killed many for just looking at me the wrong way, whispering behind my back, things much less than you filthy Leaf Ninja do on a regular basis...and if I killed now, who or what could hope to even slow me down?"

   Hinato felt weak and almost turned white, but retained his cool for the most part. He called her bluff.

   "...then do it. If nothing can stop you, why hesitate?"

   Bold of him to say so, this intrigued her. Was he truly not afraid or was he... No. She decided to test his weakness and then made an remark, "Your security is lax to say the least. For a Grass ninja is sneak in with such ease, imagine if someone far more skilled came in his stead."

   "What if you reorganized our security procedures? What would you have done differently?"

   "Security is not my forte. Consult your Copy Ninja."

   "I will," the silence returned. The wind blowing through the trees signaled the end of the conversation.







   Later, they arrived back to the Kage tower as Kakasha and Yamato concluded their sneaking. "I'm glad it didn't go any further than that," Yamato commented, "whybdid the Sands send her in particular?"

   "Maybe it's a prelude to invasion." Kakasha added.

   "Y-You think so?!" Yamato spun to Kakasha and suddenly realized she wasn't serious, giving her a disapproving frown. "Can you stop being a clown for three seconds," she said furiously.

   "Huh, sorry I was getting to the good part. This one is extra juicy."

   "Maybe you haven't noticed," Yamato said losing the composure to hide her irritation. "But our Hokage might but in serious danger! Meanwhile you're reading pervy books and not helping with surveillance when you should!!!"

   Kakasha stared passively like a cow at a passing train. "But I have been observing them. Just not with you."

   "Then why-?"

   "I used your movement as a distraction from my true location."

   "Which means-"

   "This is a shadow clone, yes. See you later, I have paper work." The shadow clone folds leaving a puff of smoke, leaving Yamato with a dumbfounded expression. How could Kakasha have been so cruel? And here she had working her butt to protect her Kage and Kakasha steals the show once again. Yamato fell to her hands and knees, feeling weak and totally foolish.







   "Has it been decided?"

   "Yes. The decision...was unanimous. The kazekage is..."

   There was tension the air among the village council of the Hidden Sand. The next Kage had been selected and was ready to be announced. Normally this was cause for celebration. This was not the time for that.

   "Temarei of the Sands has been chosen..."




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Needless to say since there is zero demand for this fic, I am postponing any further development in favor of other projects.

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