A/N: It's SUMMER~! I've survived! Yay~ … I don't feel it.

Warnings: Graphic content (Is it? It isn't, in my standards anyway), slash (maybe?), AU, my (as always) perfect grammar *sarcastic*, emotionally unstable!Harry, Dark!Harry, Language.

Set the summer after fourth year. Dementors in Surrey never happens.

Disclaimer: Have you tried listening to music underwater or watching a movie underwater? I would never buy earphones ever again if someone made a headset that uses water as its speaker. It's better than having a home theatre.

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Harry

Tom

"Speaking"

"Spells."

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Insane laughing echoed around the small cupboard as viridian green eyes briefly flashed red.

"Tommy said it's fine. Tommy said it's time~"

Harry Potter let out another laugh that slowly receded into spontaneous giggles as he caressed an ebony black wand in his hands with fascination and awe. He grinned maniacally as he heard the loud bang coming from above.

Harry giggled. "Dear Uncle Verny's here. Finally-" He let out another giggle. "Finally~!"

"BOY! Stop lazing around and get your freakish self out here!" It was followed by several bangs to the door to his cupboard.

Harry let out another giggle that went unheard by his dear uncle.

Harry had never felt so excited all his life. Well, that is unless you add the time he went to Hogwarts for the first time and to find out that he could learn about magic. Magic is so wonderful! He could do all sorts of things that he could dream of! And Tommy was proud of him too!

The thought of his Tommy brought out a bright smile from Harry who still ignored the loud bangs on his cupboard door. He was not worried about Uncle Verny, and besides, thinking of his dear Tom Tommy is far more important. Far, far, far more important than his ugly Uncle Verny who, in his personal opinion, looked far better with his entrails decorating the walls or, Harry thought excitedly, made into a necklace hanging around Aunt Petty's very long neck! Obviously it needed to be preserved in a glass case for all to see. It would make for a wonderful display!

Harry had always wanted to see all of these happen in real life, not just in his mind, but Tommy said he needed to wait until he can protect himself properly. Harry always got sidetracked because of Dumblydora's game and some of the other subjects that he found very interesting, but Tommy still managed to make him be interested enough to also search for any ways to protect himself. He had a sneaking suspicion that Tommy prodded his mind about that but he didn't care. Tommy only looked out for him.

And now. Now, now, now, now. He let out a giggle. Now he can finally set things straight! No more enduring anything other than eating, sleeping, and taking care of personal matters inside this wretched house! Unfortunately, Tommy still doesn't allow him to use his Uncle Verny as decoration. He pouted. Well, at least he found an alternative that was fine with both him and Tommy.

"BOY!" The enraged roar was followed by his cupboard door being wrenched open. He was met by the angry red face of his dear uncle. Harry wrinkled his nose slightly, thoughts of how much blood must be rushing to his uncle's face to make it go red like that ran around in circles inside his mind as his uncle yanked him out, making him fall to the ground with a thud.

Attack him, Harry.

A blood-thirsty smile spread across his red lips as Tommy gave him permission.

Without the hesitation that his façade possessed, Harry swiftly punched his dear uncle in the face, temporarily stunning the man. Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust as he felt his uncle's fat face and maybe a bit of his saliva. Ew. He would need to wash his hand later. Preferably with his relatives' blood.

That would make your hands even dirtier than it already is.

Harry mentally stuck his tongue out. I do what I want, Tommy.

Stop calling me Tommy.

No.

Their conversation was stopped when Harry heard a screeching noise that he thought came from two vehicles colliding—oh. It was his Aunty.

Harry looked up the stairs and grinned at his Aunty Petty's pale, ugly form.

"FREAK! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

Harry was rubbing his ears by the time his Aunty was finished. He felt his glasses crack.

"SHUT UP!"

Silencing wards were activated around the house. He silenced his Aunty as well. Harry changed his mind. Aunty Petty was not a horse; she's a very ugly fork that has a voice that equals that of a fork being scratched to a blackboard. He shuddered. Yes, no need to insult a relative of Unicorns by comparing Ugly Aunty Petty with them. If she were an animal, she would be a whole new specie.

He sent a tripping jinx to his Aunty who was glaring accusingly at him, causing her to fall down the stairs and making her unconscious upon the harsh impact.

"Ickle Duddykins is the only one missing for a family bonding~" He sung.

Harry skipped his way to the second floor, deliberately stepping on his Uncle and Auntie's unconscious bodies. He passed his bedroom that was full of locks with a cat flap as entrance for his food. He rolled his eyes as he remembered—actually, he really can't remember any food passing through that. Just as well that Uncle Verny never installed it there.

He felt a flash of anger from where Tommy usually stayed in his mind whenever he's not asleep.

Tommy, not that it's not cool, but stop making my eyes flash red whenever you interact with me. Dumbydoor almost caught it one time. And Ronnickins. And Hermyger. And Gin-gin. And-

I get your point, so stop enumerating them. And it isn't something I can control. I've been stuck with you for a long time now that my magic, scarce as it is, has been absorbed by your soul.

That's why I'm half mad as I am.

He whistled a random tune he heard when he passed a funeral earlier that summer as he made his way to Ickle Dudders' room.

He grinned as he reached his destination. His mind fought on whether he should let Duddykins sleep on or to wake him up. With a nod that is far exaggerated than needed to be, Harry pushed the door open forcefully, ripping it off its hinges and creating a loud bang that startled the occupant of the room.

Harry shouted jovially with a grin that showed too much teeth, waving his hand widely. "Good morning Big D!"

Dudley jumped up, pushing a bottle that suspiciously looked like alcohol under his bed, forgetting that he was still holding a pack of cigars.

Harry frowned depreciatingly. "You know, Big D, cigarettes aren't good for your health. Does Aunty Petty know?"

Dudley seemed to have realized who just entered his room and he turned red, much like his father did. Harry merely smiled cheerily.

"I take it she doesn't? Too bad. She would have scolded you then you would place the blame to me then she would blame me then I would tell the truth as I know it, not that she would believe me, then she would be angry then she would screech about how my freakishness affects her precious Dudders then Uncle Verny would hear and get angry then I would get another beating then I would be locked up in either my cupboard or my bedroom-"

He was cut off by a glass bottle colliding with his head. The bottle broke and the cuts on his forehead started to bleed. Harry's smile froze as he stared in blind fascination at the shattered bottle on the floor as if it was a particularly interesting piece. Not even Diddikins' shouts snapped him out of his trance.

Slowly, ever so slowly, a drop of blood fell to the ground and Harry watched it fall down.

Red bled over green as Harry felt Tommy get angry. No, not angry. Tommy was furious. As furious as he always was whenever he received one of his 'punishments'.

Harry let Tommy control his body and watch as a sickeningly red jet of light hit Dudley, promptly making the blond scream. Harry had gotten much harsher blows than being hit by a glass bottle. And Tommy didn't control his body just to punish the one who did it.

As fast as it started, Harry felt himself be in control of his body once again, ending the curse as well as the screaming, leaving Dudley a sobbing, whimpering mess.

It wasn't that I didn't. It was because I couldn't. The resurrection of Voldemort, or rather, the contact with his magic, may have strengthened me a bit. I can only do this for a few seconds, though.

Harry nodded happily as his Tommy explained. Then he turned to Dudders' twitching form.

"Does it feel good, Big D?" Harry asked, grinning. "To me, it does. Do you know what it's called?" Harry sauntered over him and used his bare foot to roll the body. He bent down and caressed Dudley's cheek. "It's the cruciatus curse. One of the Unforgivables. Still don't know the real impact of it?"

Harry summoned a spider from the corner of the room and promptly enlarged it, doing all of this without even removing his gaze from Dudley's terrified ones.

"Imperio." Intoned Harry as he made the spider crawl all over Duddykins. He stopped the spell and grinned. "That one can make it possible for me to control the mind and make the victim do whatever I want. Don't worry, I won't use it on you," A thoughtful expression crossed his face before nodding to himself. "Yet."

Harry giggled at the horrified expression on Dudley's face. "There's another one but I don't think I want to ruin the surprise." He let the spider scuttle away in its enlarged form. The thought of muggles spotting the spider made him laugh madly. He forced himself to calm down as he would not be able to accomplish anything if he continued like this.

He levitated Dudley, an occasional giggle leaving him as his excitement grew. "C'mon Dudders. Uncle Verny and Aunty Petty are waiting for us downstairs for our family bonding!"

Harry bounced his way down, purposefully bumping Dudley on the railings.

Once he reached the first floor, he was met once again by the angry face of Uncle Verny who was holding his bleeding nose. Broken, most likely.

"YOU'RE GOING TO GET IT NOW FREAK!"

Harry watched in curiosity as his uncle turned a darker shade of red. Harry wondered if he could die because of- wait, right, it is possible. His uncle is obese and is prone to high blood pressure. That was what the muggle doctors said. So if because Uncle Verny was obese and is capable of dying because of high blood pressure, then Aunty Petty is the opposite-

Stop losing track of your surroundings, Harry.

I do not lose track of my surroundings! He proved this by hitting Vernon, who was about to attack him again, with a stunning spell. A loud thud was the result and Harry giggled slightly.

"Let's go to the kitchen Dudders!" He then hopped over his uncle's body and deposited the limp, but not unconscious, form of Dudley Dursley on the kitchen table.

Making sure that his capti- ehem, his cousin can't escape, he skipped to the living room. Using his wand for the first time, he directed his magic to the television and made it etch runes around so it would show what he was seeing. He turned it on with a flick of his wrist and his eyes lit up in confusion when he saw the endless image in the screen that was bound to happen when you place two mirrors in front of the other.

"Agh, bloody confusing!" To avoid this, he looked away, satisfied that it was working. He wondered why he chose to do this when he could have just went with the easy way, meaning, have his uncle and aunt bound and gagged while he did… stuff in front of them.

Because you liked to boast that you can make your magic cooperate with muggle technology. And do you realize just how misleading it is when you said 'stuff'?

Harry chose to ignore the witty reply and went back to work. He levitated his Aunt and Uncle and dropped them on the couch, facing the television. He bound them on their position, cackling madly as his uncle was upside down and his aunt was on top of his uncle. Of course only their head could move so they can scream curses or plead or beg. Whatever the hell they want. Although, maybe he should make them unable to shut their eyes… yup. The sting it would create is an added bonus.

Satisfied with his work, he cast a Renervate to the adults and grinned as both of them started screaming profanities.

"You don't need to shut up." Harry said happily, bouncing with excitement. So close. He was so close. "Just be sure to watch~" He gestured to the television that showed what he was seeing.

He then disappeared only to appear inside the kitchen. He didn't need to close the door. He didn't even want to so he could hear his Uncle and Aunt and then they would also hear Dudley. Humming happily, Harry conjured a blindfold and tied it on his eyes first. Let them stew for a while.

He grinned. Raising his hand, he cast a curse.

"Crucio."

Dudley screamed and screamed. He could also hear Aunty Petty scream for him to stop. She probably knew what it could do. He was slightly lost to the euphoric feeling of both casting the curse and the screams.

"BOY! STOP WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING!"

Harry answered with an insane laugh as he removed the blindfold. If they were already that loud, what more if they could see what he is doing?

He stopped the curse and he heard Aunty Petty sobbing pleads to stop.

Harry hummed as Dudley twitched and whimpered. He grabbed his blond hair and yanked it up.

"You sound pitiful, Big D. Do you need help?" Harry wrinkled his nose as the stench hit him. "Ew. Did you just? That's… Merlin you are pathetic!" He waved his hand and vanished the mess his cousin made.

Harry let go of him and retrieved a potato peeler from one of the drawers. "You know, because of Aunty Petty, I became quite skillful in the kitchen."

He proceeded to use it to skin Dudley's cheeks. He was glad that he had enough control to only peel off the skin, exposing the muscles. At least, it won't be causing that much of a mess since if he did peel off even the muscle-

Oh.

I told you not to lose track…

Shut up.

He healed the part that he managed to peel the muscle as well, only to peel off the skin again, this time doing it correctly. He ignored all the shouts as he merrily did his work, humming.

Once he was done, only the eyelids, lips, and ears had skin. They were too delicate to peel off and not leave it bleeding.

"Now your face looks all muscley~!" Harry laughed as the tears and snot Dudley was creating only added to the pain. Harry stood up to admire his work. "Maybe we should do it to your whole body?" Harry spent a few seconds staring, waiting for a reply although his playmate was too exhausted to move.

"NO! NO! STOP IT!"

Harry laughed as he heard Aunty Petty's scream. "No? Really?" Harry pouted. "Well…" Dudley almost had a look of hope but Harry laughed cruelly. "I don't need to listen to any of you."

Harry delightedly banished all of his cousin's clothes, leaving him naked for all to see.

"Relax," Harry said in a calm voice that his eyes betrayed as it flashed with insanity and childish glee. "If you struggle, I'll eventually cut the muscle as well and then I'll have to repeat it to get it right…"

Harry started his task, occasionally nicking the delicate tissues just for kicks. Harry let out spontaneous giggles that filled the silence as Aunty Petty sobbed, Uncle Verny stewing in silence as he realized nothing he said would do anything, and Ickle Duddykins finally lost his voice from screaming.

Suddenly, Harry stopped.

Aunty Petty let out a horrified gasp as she saw why her nephew stopped.

"Dudders…" Harry cooed condescendingly. "You're rather small… small enough to-" Harry snapped his fingers as he had an epiphany, ignoring the renewed pleas he can hear from the living room. Then he hurried over to a drawer and excitedly pulled out a butcher knife.

Harry grinned at the look of pure terror on Dudley's face as he realized what his cousin is going to do.

"We're doing a sex transplant!" declared Harry with a bright smile. "Well, not exactly transplant… I don't know how you call it but, well, you get the idea right? Of course you do." He merely laughed at his Aunty and Uncle's futile screeches.

"THE NEIGHBORS WOULD HELP US! THEY SHOULD! WE'LL GET YOU FOR THIS, FREAK!"

"No one would help you, Uncle." He let out another giggle as he tried to find the right angle for his task. He frowned as he can't get a good angle without touching it. And that would be very disgusting. He would want to scrub his hands with hot coals first then wash it with lava before he even deemed it tolerable enough to look at. "Ah! Tweezers!" He conjured one and used it to grab the foul object, raising it up and positioning the huge knife as close as it can near the balls. "It has been, what, more than an hour and no one is even knocking. The wonders magic can do…" And Tommy of course.

Good to know you remember me.

Aww, I'll never forget you Tommy.

Just don't touch that little bit of the pig you, unfortunately, call cousin.

Harry scrunched up his nose in disgust, his hand steadily holding the admittedly heavy butcher knife. Ew. I would never.

"So, cuz, we do it the fast way or the slow way?"

Dudley barely managed to shake his head as wave upon wave of stinging pain washed steadily through him. He was lucky enough that Harry didn't start with his back and rear yet. But his whole torso was now only a grotesque image of muscles and tissues, smears of dried blood adding to the stinging as cells tried in vain to repair the damages done.

"Fast?" Harry looked unsurely before he shrugged. "Okay, I would have preferred the slow way though. We have a lot of time in our hands anyway." His grin turned blood thirsty as he swung the knife, chopping the offending flesh cleanly off.

There were a few milliseconds of delay before Dudley let out a silent scream and Harry laughed as blood sluggishly poured out of the severed flesh, the red liquid running down his cousin's arse and then on the table and finally on the pristine tiles. Sticking his tongue out in disgust at the flesh, he threw it to a random direction, his magic transferring it to his uncle and aunt who both screamed at the sight of the flesh.

If you don't stop the flow of blood, he might die of blood loss.

Harry was snapped out of his daze as his Tommy talked to him. Right.

Harry threw away the tweezers where it landed with a click on the floor. He then used his magic to heal the heavily bleeding organ enough to stem the flow of blood but not enough that it would close up.

Harry nodded in satisfaction. "There, you should live longer."

"Harry, Harry, please. Please stop this. I'm-we're sorry—"

Harry cut it off, for the first time, his anger was visible to his face. "YOU'RE SORRY? YOU'RE SORRY?! WOMAN, I WOULD HAVE BELIEVED THAT IF YOU SAID THAT TEN YEARS AGO!" Ten years ago, when I haven't met Tom yet. "BUT NOW. NOW! JUST BECAUSE YOUR PRECIOUS DUDDERS BECAME THIS SNIVELLING MESS… YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TO SPEAK!"

"Now listen here boy! We've clothed you, we fed you, and we even put a roof on your head! THIS IS NOT HOW YOU REPAY-"

"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!"

Harry's face was flushed with anger, his eyes blazing with hate and scorn. It was in this moment that his madness was visible in his face. Can't they understand? Of course they can't. It wasn't them who felt the loss. It wasn't them who felt neglected. They weren't the ones who suffered.

Calm down Harry. This is why you're doing this, right? To put a stop to it and to make them suffer as well.

Harry took a deep breathe to calm himself down. That's right. Even if he can't eliminate the cause, he can still put a stop to it. The damage had been done but Tommy's always been there for him.

Right. You're right.

Harry faced Dudley with a wider grin than before. "That's right. You'll suffer from pain. They'll suffer with you as well."

Harry dropped the butcher knife and grabbed the potato peeler once more. He delighted in the silent whimpers and hoarse pleas coming from the pig as he continued removing skin on his cousin's thighs, then going down his legs, leaving his feet for now.

He let out a noise of triumph as he finished his task. He threw the knife away, not caring where it landed, although he did hear a distinct crash of breaking glass. Oh well.

Harry stepped away to admire his work.

Dudley, in Harry's opinion, looked a bit better than he did with skin. Though he still looked a lot like a walrus like his father, the brownish tinge the muscles on his face as the cells succeeded to cover it a bit from infection clashed horribly with his blond hair. It would look far better with red, Harry mused. Too bad that the blood around his crotch already clotted and the ones on the floor was already dried.

Harry tapped his bottom lip with his index finger in thought. "What to do, what to do…" He glanced over the sniveling figure of his cousin before his eyes landed on the cabinet that contained spices. "That's right! What would roasted pig taste like without spices?" Harry giggled as he made his way to the cabinet.

"Saffron? No. Parmesan cheese? A bit but no. Rosemary…? Oh, that would taste good but I don't think Dudley likes it… Mustard-what? Why is this even here? And… toilet cleaner… shaving cream?! Merlin, I've been inside my cupboard for only a week and this is what happens?!" Harry ranted as he searched. "Oh! Here it is! Oh, no, wait. This is Cumin… Here it is!" Harry pulled out a jar and closed the cabinet. He grabbed a teaspoon on his way. "It's time to spice things up Big D!" Harry cackled.

He set down the jar where Dudley could see it. "Chili powder ought to do it!" Chirped Harry. "And maybe…" He grabbed another jar from the counter. "Salt, yes… these would do."

"First in the recipe!" Harry opened the jar of salt and used the teaspoon to scoop some. He stared at the amount he scooped up and frowned. "This is not enough…" His eyes darted between the jar and the teaspoon. He shrugged and threw away the emotional range of Ronald Weasley. He giggled at the thought, he heard Hermione muttering it under her breath countless times over the years.

Harry grinned at Dudley before unceremoniously tipping the jar upside down just above Dudley's stomach.

Dudley made a high pitched noise as soon as the salt made contact with the exposed tissues. Harry cackled with glee and enthusiastically rubbed the salt on the exposed flesh. When the entire torso was covered with salt, Harry pinched a bit of it and sprinkled it over the bloody groin. He jumped away, startled, when Dudley thrashed in pain.

His mouth stretched in a silent scream and face contorted in pain. Harry stared at it in fascination as he held out his hand to caress his cheek. It had only added to the pain, Harry noted happily.

Harry pulled his hand away and cleaned it on his too big shirt that had smudges and spatters of blood when he didn't notice that it made contact with it. He wasn't satisfied as he could still feel a bit of the powdery substance on his hands so he washed it with water, wiping it on his shirt again. He grabbed the unopened jar of chili powder and tapped it with his finger.

"Next is the spicy thing we call the chili powder! It would have been better if we had the chili itself but… it'll do." Harry opened the jar and scooped some on his finger and tasted it. He hummed at the taste. "It tastes good too, though Treacle Tarts are waaayy better."

He scooped some once more and looked for a place to rub it on. His eyes landed on the crying face of his cousin and he licked his upper lip in anticipation. He slowly sprinkled it around the face and laughed at the faces Dudley made. He sprinkled some more until he deemed it enough, not wanting to waste such a flavorful spice. Then he rubbed it around, enjoying the noises his cousin made.

"Pathetic." He quickly pulled his hand away as Dudley attempted to bite it. "Ah-ah. You ain't doin' any eatin', ya pig. An' I ain't doin' any, either." Harry giggled at his butchered attempt to imitate Hagrid's accent. He lightly tapped Duddykins' nose in admonishment before he stood up straight.

Harry, you should stop now. If you break him, you won't have a much fun once you kill all of them.

Harry jumped in surprise. Merlin, Tommy! Don't scare the daylights out of me!

Harry got the impression that Tommy was staring at him. Oh, well. He was right anyway. This… bonding session has served its purpose anyway.

"Now Duddykins, we'll probably continue our game at a later time but Harry Potty—" Harry giggled at this. "Needs to finish some adult things."

Harry quickly cleaned his hands and made his way back to the living room where his Aunty and Uncle never left their positions. He giggled. Of course they can't, although Aunty Petty looked worse for wear. Her red, puffy, unblinking eyes were rimmed with tears and her wrinkles got more pronounced because of the stress. Uncle Verny looked like a good foot stool though.

He destroyed the television and repaired it, careful to prevent the runes he had etched to appear again. Once it was done, it was a normal television once more. He clapped his hands loudly to gain their attention.

Uncle Verny glared at him hatefully, beady eyes dilated with anger and face flushed yet pale with fear. Aunty Petty only looked on in defeat and fear. Harry grinned brightly at them and removed the silencing charm he put on them. As soon as he had done this, however, his Uncle exploded in roars of anger that had him casting the spell again.

"Dear Merlin, Uncle! Won't you ever shut up?" Harry snapped, grin never fading away. "So anyway, I want a deal from you." Here, he looked his uncle in the eye. "Basically, I want free reign. You leave me alone and Dudders won't die. So, deal?"

He removed the spell once again.

"DEVIL! FREAK! YOU'RE AN ABOMINATION! NO WAY WILL I EVER MAKE A DEAL WITH YOU!"

Harry's grin widened. "So you want your precious Duddykins to die? Well, that works for me, too." He went to turn around but his aunt finally said something.

"VERNON SHUT UP! Please… Harry. I-We'd do anything to save Dudley. Please don't kill him. Please…"

Harry looked at her, biting on his lower lip. "Really? But dear Uncle Verny here said no and isn't he the one to create decisions here? Not you. Never you."

"Please, Harry. What would your mother- what would Lily say-"

"Shut up woman!" Harry roared in anger, his magic flaring around the room putting pressure around them. "How dare- HOW DARE YOU SAY HER NAME! HOW DARE YOU EVEN SAY MY NAME WHEN YOU NEVER HAD BEFORE?! IT'S ALWAYS FREAK OR BOY! WHY USE IT WHEN YOU NEVER HAD! AND DON'T- DON'T YOU DARE DRAG MY PARENTS HERE! THEY'RE NOT HERE- NEVER HAD BEEN! IT'S ONLY—" He cut himself off, tears running down his flushed face. It was only Tommy who had been there for him. Not even his so called friends had been there for him. Not even Sirius. Not even the memory of his parents. It was only Tom.

"Please. Harry. Don't kill Dudley."

Harry didn't know why but he found himself agreeing. They were pathetic. They were worthless human beings. But he still did. He could here Tommy say that he did the right decision to agree. He still needed to keep up his act and without the Dursleys, that wouldn't be possible. He gathered himself and pasted another grin on his face.

"You're going to a vacation for the rest of summer."

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Chapter End.

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*Cackles*

You know, it really isn't graphic… is it? I really wish I could make it more graphic (and believable) but I'm afraid my rather stunted grammar can't handle that. And yes, I am aware that sex transplants didn't happen anywhere in the 90's. IT LACKS BLOOD! *sobs*

Right! Watch this vid~ It's the "Dark Lord Funk" A Harry Potter parody of Bruno Mars' Uptown Funk.

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Or you could just search it in youtube. It's damn funny. *replays* *cackles*

Anyway, should I continue? I won't publish the proceeding chapters unless I finished the entire story and received at least one positive feedback.