AN: Sorry for the long wait, as usual. Phoenix's Ashes was never a very motivated story, was it? Well it's here now, after what feels like a decade of writing it. A long journey this has been and I must say I am rather happy with this chapter, for once.

For the final scene I actually have I song picked out, though I doubt many people will have it. It's from the Death Note Original Soundtrack by Taniuchi Hideki, called Misa No Theme B. If you do have it, play it my dears! But wait until Jounouchi offers to call Seto, because my Beta says it works best from that point. This song is half the reason the last scene was written, so love it!

Phoenix's Ashes

Chapter Ten

"What are you doing?"

A small boy stood in a room of black and purple mists, shadows that lived and thought and hungered.

'receiving our payment'

"For what? I do not remember us agreeing on any sort of deal."

Their voices blended, mixed, whispers thousands of voices strong turned to hushed shouts. The boy was defiant.

'we give what you want we take what we desire the trade is simple'

"No, you do not get to do this, you cannot take lives for a simple favour."

'you would stop us child but how you are one with barely half a soul and we are many'

Their questions, their laughter, their words almost blended together. His pale skin was like a beacon in the black fog.

"Why are you doing this?"

'for our payment and because you desired it'

"I desired? No. Liars! I wanted company but not at this price!"

'we do not lie child we hide and trick but we do not lie you wanted this deep in your fractured soul you wanted them all to feel what you have felt'

The boy paused in fear to consider their truthful words, now he was better, now he could think more clearly, he asked: "Then how do I save them?"

They laughed, 'you cannot'

"No, if this is my fault I want to fix it, I know you are fond of wagers, tell me how they could be saved?"

They were silent.

The boy smiled, "Then you will agree to a game. What would happen if they escaped before you could devour them?"

A pause. 'if our old Master can reach the place you lead him too if you can persuade him to do what he must do we will let them live but only if they can escape the flames on their own otherwise they are ours'

It was the best he could do. "Thank you."

'and if the old Master does not agree' they paused to wrap silken mist around his fingers, caressing his cheeks like lovers, 'we keep you here with us'

The boy closed his eyes to mask a moment of fear, placing a desperate hope and trust onto the 'old Master' to forgive him for what he was about to agree to, "Yes. You may keep me, and all the others, if he fails."

They were satisfied.

Yami's foot caught on a cracked gravestone, he stumbled, but did not fall. Lungs burning and heart thumping desperately, he continued to run. His feet thumped against grass and gravel in an uneven rhythm; the running, stumbling steps of a madman chasing a fever induced illusion of heaven. Heavy clouds lumbered over the graveyard, cracks between them threatening to break open and let a ladder of light shine through.

The completed Sennen Puzzle clutched in his clammy hand, Yami didn't pause once in his all out sprint. Yuugi's partial soul kept flickering a few steps in front, a ghostly apparition urging him onwards, a half-voice encouraging him to move faster. He had thrown himself at the cemetery gates, forcing the wrought iron back on its well-oiled hinges to crash against the wall.

He reached the incline of the hill, weaving clumsily through other gravestones, his burning eyes fixed on the little off-white grave leaning against the old oak.

That destination meant Yuugi. Yuugi alive and real and touching and holding him. Yuugi. If he could reach it everything would be perfect again and Yuugi would be with him, loving him. Just a little further.

Yami stumbled to a stop, coughing and gasping for air. His head swam, his vision flickered with small dots swarming at the edges, and his legs and shoulders shook violently. He had reached the top.

A small white flame hovered above the grave. Yuugi's soul fizzled and melted, vanishing into the air. A pair of tiny flames, as white as the first, burned on either side of him for an uncertain moment. Then they were sucked towards the other, all of them converging together in a ball of light that momentarily blinded him.

In the blink of an eye, the light was gone.

Yami's lungs struggled to expand with the burning in his throat and the tightness in his ribs. In confusion, he glanced around, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

"Yuu – gi?" he coughed, confused, pleading, desperate.

A blast of heat, wind, and light so strong he was forced to lift his arms to protect his eyes. Yami gritted his teeth, screwing his eyes tightly shut. A grunt left him as under the onslaught of brightness he was forced to take a couple of staggering steps backward. A gentle sigh, like a spring breeze, ghosted over his skin. The sound of burning wood reached his ears. Hesitantly, Yami lowered his arms, cracking open his eyes. He gaped.

The entire oak was alight with fierce orange flames. It licked at the leaves and lifted in towering plumes from the branches, making a great pyre out of the gnarled old trunk. The fire lifted high into the sky, greedily feeding off the oxygen in the air.

But the tree itself remained entirely unharmed. Each leaf was intact, and every inch of bark remained clean and un-burnt.

The blood in Yami's veins seemed to be growing ever more sluggish, despite the furious beating of his heart. He didn't even notice the world around them becoming darker, until, despite the daytime sun, it was as dark as a moonless night.

Yet he only had eyes for the small figure materialising out of the fire. A boy made of flames with a face as beautiful as the boy in Yami's memories.

Yuugi smiled at him, and lifted open palms, proffering his hands to Yami as if in invitation.

Bakura turned to look behind him, "Out! Everyone out!"

His shout was only just heard over the dangerous groaning of the house, it's very foundations seeming to buckle under the strain as the roof and ceilings began to bow and crack.

Anzu screamed as, with an almighty wrench and crash, a beam holding up the attic gave way and collapsed onto the stairs, crushing their only way out under tonnes of burning wood. She clung to Jounouchi in desperate fear, tears and soot clogging their noses and eyes.

Bakura swore violently. He gabbed Isis' arm and hurled her in front of him, directing her towards the open window. She stumbled and gripped the frame uncertainly.

"It's too high! Bakura, we can't jump, it could kill us!"

"Better a chance by jumping than certain death by staying here!" He bellowed over, pushing Anzu and Jounouchi towards her.

Swallowing heavily, the dirty air making black soup out of the saliva in their mouths, she nodded. Staying here would mean death no matter what they did; jumping may result in a few broken bones, but they would be alive.

"I'll go first," Jounouchi volunteered, and before anyone could stop him, he had pushed himself through the open window and was inching out feet first, clutching onto the windowsill to lessen how far he would have to fall.

As the other's followed, Ryou was jerked suddenly to the side just in time to avoid a large clump of plaster falling on him. Coughing and trembling, Ryou clutched onto Bakura's shirt, wondering how on earth they had gotten into this mess.

"Bakura," he looked up into the other's scowling, dirty face, "How did you know," a cough, "How did…?"

A kiss silenced him. Ryou felt their dry, chapped lips burn lightly at the contact. As Anzu slipped down to the ground floor after Isis, Bakura broke the contact and moved them towards the window.

Ryou knew then that he wasn't going to get an answer, not yet at least.

Bakura helped him ease feet first out of the widow, clutching his pale hand in a sweaty grip. The heat was now almost unbearable, Ryou kept wincing as the blistering temperature seemed to want to peal away every layer of skin he had. Bakura's face was a mask of stone, not allowing himself to display discomfort in the face of such emergency. Ryou looked up at him when the time came to let go, fear shadowing his eyes, the shadows of the fire behind Bakura were beginning to look like greedy hands, determined to have at least one of them.

"You'll be fine," the simple assurance carried so clearly over the noise, Ryou felt an unreasonable amount of courage swell within him. He let go of the sill and Bakura's hand.

The ground rushed up to him with a sudden thump, a tremor ran through him from the shock of the impact, and he fell backwards onto his back on the damp ground. The air sucked from his body, and his very bones hurting, Ryou only just managed to roll onto his side and struggle to his feet in time to see Bakura's shadow loom out of the window.

Outside, safe, where the dim daytime sky seemed a bright paradise, they coughed and wheezed and thanked whatever deity was watching over them that they were alive.

"Everyone," Anzu's voice, made husky and dry by the soot in her throat, was interrupted by a fit of hacking, "Everyone alright?"

Jounouchi grunted painfully, leaning to one side to take the weight off a bruised ankle. But despite the few bruises and cuts, everyone was surprisingly whole. Ryou helped Bakura to his feet again, shaking from the adrenaline and shock.

"Wha-what now?" he gasped, looking at the others.

As soon as the words had left his mouth, a dark hissing sound came from behind him. Anzu gasped sharply, Isis followed in silence, her gaze grew knowing. Turning quickly, Ryou's mouth fell open.

Anzu's house stood intact and perfect. No evidence that there had ever been a fire remaining on the clean white paint or perfectly intact roof.

"What the…?" Jounouchi trailed off in disbelief.

Bakura's scowl looked etched into stone, he turned to Isis and nodded.

She sighed as if in pain, "We have to find him."

Sugaroku let out a long sigh. Leaning heavily on his cane, his timeworn eyes roved over the ruin of his old shop. In the centre of the filthy shop floor, the dirt and leaves seemed to have been disturbed, scuff marks and gouges had scraped away the muck, almost revealing the burnt and cracked tiles that had once made up the floor of the clean home.

But something was much more important than a few scuffmarks.

He could feel the difference here. Something so very familiar that had once hung over the remains, weaved into them with its undeniable existence, had gone. Whatever it was that had felt like his grandson and old magic had vanished. Whoever had been here had taken it with them

Sugaroku had a good idea as to who.

A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Perhaps whatever Yuugi had needed to do had at last been accomplished. He could still feel the disturbance in the city, it felt like the epicentre of an earthquake that hadn't yet hit. If this meant what he thought it meant, then it would soon be time to, at last, sell this dismal plot of ruined land to someone who could make something of it. Someone who could make the memory of all the misery that had once been here fade away.

Sugaroku blinked heavily, turning towards the distant mountains that flanked the city on one side. Wasn't the graveyard over there? A mysterious light was radiating in the distance, tiny but bright against an obscurely dark backdrop.

Sugaroku took a deep breath, and closed his eyes in a prayer.

The city was vibrating with tension. Or perhaps it was simply their hearts, tripping in contained fear and confusion. The streets were deserted. Autumn leaves shuffled lazily over the grey pavements in the cool breeze, sometimes lifting in a swirl of wind, dancing dizzily around each other before settling back on the ground. Like ghost children were running through them, and throwing them up to watch them fall.

The city should not be this quiet. The lack of visible life was more terrifying than the burning house. Empty windows watched them with lidless eyes, and though they could hear cars in the distance, none passed them by.

They jogged. Running was impossible with Jounouchi's bruised ankle and Bakura's back, aching from the fall and slightly burnt from the fire.

"I don't understand, Isis," Anzu said between sharp breaths, trying to make some sort of conversation over the sounds of their own footsteps, "My house was on… it was on fire. And then it wasn't! What the hell is going on?"

Isis looked over at her as they jogged, quickly gauging the panic in Anzu's eyes and weighing it with how much information she could pass on to lift that at least a little.

"The Shadows are," she paused for breath and time, "Restless. They dislike having been sealed away. They seem to have found an escape route through Yuugi's death."

"An escape route? Is Yuugi still here?!" Anzu was becoming frustrated with the lack of straight answers, her best friend's partner was in danger and all they were given was vague statements that were a poor replacement for any solid proof.

"Yuugi… I don't know," She answered truthfully, "The Shadows may have kept his spirit, using it as a catalyst for their power and escape, but I do not know if it is him or not. It could just as easily be another illusion, the Shadows remembering their half-master and using a replica of him to lure the Pharaoh in."

"I do not know what they want with him, but we are rushing for a reason," Isis clarified when Anzu opened her mouth with another question.

Anzu frowned, recognising the tone. Isis would not answer anything else. Anzu dropped back a little to help Jounouchi, who was struggling with his ankle, stubbornly refusing to ask for help. He grunted a reluctant thanks when she pulled his arm over her shoulders, allowing him to take some of the weight off his ankle. Anzu glanced quickly behind her, seeing Ryou and Bakura not far behind. There was no point even attempting to ask Bakura what was happening, not even Ryou was likely to be able to get that information from him. They would have to wait.

She hoped, somehow, that they would all come out of this healthy. The Pharaoh included.

Ryou looked up at the tall buildings as they made their painfully slow progress across the city, empty skyscrapers towered above them. Creating a maze of post-apocalyptic emptiness that sent chills down his spine and made his heart trip with fear. The hairs on the back of his neck rose whenever a cool wind blew by, the air bringing with it an obscure sense of distant magic. When he breathed, it tasted the same as the air in the old Pharaoh's tomb.

"Where are we going?" Ryou asked, desperate to break the silence, "I don't know how much further Jounouchi can go."

"The graveyard," was Bakura's blunt answer, "The disturbance is coming from there. That is where the helpless idiot has gone."

Ryou didn't have to ask who Bakura meant. They kept jogging; they weren't far from the graveyard, thankfully. The steep slopes of their destination were already looming before them.

When at last they reached the gates leading into the graveyard, they found them open and swinging lightly on their hinges in the wind.

"Look," Bakura said, leading Ryou's gaze upwards to the hill where they had scattered Yuugi's ashes so many years ago.

There was an unnatural gathering of darkness sticking to the old oak through which they could only glimpse indistinct outlines of its branches. It was like a dome of night without the stars to break up the darkness.

Just as they moved forward passed the gates, wordlessly agreeing that they needed to reach that black hill, a massive pulse of energy engulfed the area like a shockwave. Ryou closed his eyes desperately against the mysterious force, his hand somehow finding Bakura's and clutching it as he waited helplessly for the energy to pass by. It scrambled their senses and robbed them of clear thought, for a moment, Ryou thought he was drunk.

Then it subsided a little, and Ryou cracked open his eyes to see the previously half-hidden oak engulfed in fire.

"Yami," Yuugi said, his voice echoed and muffled strangely, "You made it. Now come, please."

Yuugi offered his hands, the gesture open and welcoming. Promising paradise.

Yami wavered uncertainly. Something didn't feel right inside him, his body seemed to be fighting itself. He had no energy, no strength left. And here was Yuugi. His perfect, dead Yuugi talking cryptically like an angel with a tongue of flame.

His dry mouth formed words, but Yami didn't know what it was he said.

Yuugi shook his head slowly, "This is your chance Yami. Our chance. After this there's either Heaven or Hell, depending on your choice. You are about to die, my other, take my hand. Death is nothing to be afraid of if you are not alone."

"Death?" He was about to die? But how? Why?

His heart strained in his chest, fighting like a wild bird against the bars of its cage.

Yami stretched out his arm; opening his palm he held his hand over Yuugi's flaming one. He could feel the heat radiating off Yuugi. The air around him shook and waved violently in reaction to the high temperature, the heat from Yuugi's hand alone felt like it was blistering the skin of his fingers.

Unsure and confused, he raised his gaze to Yuugi's face. His aibou smiled lovingly, his eyes imploring, begging, almost desperate. Yami's hand hovered, trembling slightly. Just a little lower and he would grasp that flaming shape, just a little more and something (though he was not sure what) would change forever.

"Please, my other. Just one last favour. And after that no more pain, nothing but bliss. I promise." Yuugi's voice was strange, as if he were speaking from behind a thick curtain.

Who was he to deny Yuugi anything?

The Sennen Puzzle slipped from his clammy hand and fell to the floor with a dull thump.

Yami took Yuugi's hand. He took a sharp breath as hot pinpricks grew and spread from his fingers, down his arm into his shoulder. As if they were tugging at him, pulling him in a direction his body could not go. The tingles began to grow painful, little needlepoints spilling into his chest and constricting his heart. It was suddenly impossible to breathe. As the pinpricks flowed down past his abdomen, into his thighs, Yami fought the instinct to struggle.

"Yu-Yuugi," he gasped, "Wha-what…?"

"Shhh," the flaming ghost replied soothingly, "It'll be alright. Just let go, Yami."

Yuugi's voice, as cool and gentle as water on his burning, suffocating body, calmed him. As the pain reached his feet and shot up through his neck to drown his brain, Yami pushed himself forward, stepping up to Yuugi.

As he took that step, fire flared forcefully down his arm and a heavy weight fell from him. Distantly, he heard it crumple to the damp grass below, but it was unimportant now, whatever it had been. A huge sense of lightness filled him, he could breathe again, energy and life threatened to overwhelm his senses in an ecstasy of brilliance. He opened his eyes, unsure of when he had closed them, and found Yuugi clutched to his chest, as solid and real as he had ever been alive. It took him a moment to notice that his own body was burning just as Yuugi's was, his form comprised of radiant flames that twisted and weaved affectionately, obsessively, around the flames Yuugi gave off.

The impossibility of it, however, didn't even cross Yami's mind. He felt too good, this moment felt too right. His heart came close to bursting when Yuugi looked up at him, their arms around each other, their heated bodies pressed together, there was so much love in that look that Yami could have happily drowned in it. Then Yuugi claimed his lips, his heart, his mind, all of him, in a kiss so simple it was perfect. The kiss, simply a light brush and press of their lips, forced a whimper from his throat. He had been starved of happiness so long, and suddenly, in his arms, he had the whole world.

Yami pulled Yuugi's mouth back when it seemed in danger of moving away, the fire that made their forms melding, uniting like starved lovers, desperate for each other after an eternity of separation.

In his mind, Yami at last heard Yuugi's voice again, resonating deliciously through his soul, and he knew this intimate link was the only way he ever wanted to speak again.

"Heaven is at last on our side, it seems," Yuugi laughed like a silver nightingale, "I love you, my other. Forgive me for not telling you sooner."

Yami wanted to cry in his joyful elation, "Forgiveness is something you have never had to ask me for, Aibou," he did not need to tell Yuugi he loved him, because he could not find the adequate words for the enraptured nature of his love drenched heart. Yuugi could feel it all through the link between their souls. Yami felt Yuugi shudder in his arms under the delicious, addictive sensation.

With a sigh that sounded like pure sated passion, Yuugi clung to him and whispered, "Can we go home now?"

Yami smiled, "Please."

Around them, the city blew away like sand and dust.

Ryou felt his head spin. The world was dark, deliciously dark and pleasantly cool. He smiled lightly as a gentle current of air drifted with him over the vast plane of contended nothingness. There was something that they were supposed to be doing; he could dimly remember them rushing somewhere, desperate to reach something before anything happened. But the memory was distant and unimportant. Nothing mattered right now.

Around him, similar minds drifted lazily, familiar ones that he would have greeted had he not been so wonderfully content and sleepy. Warmth drifted from somewhere near, coercing them to come to it. They answered the welcome languidly, smiling lightly, turning like flowers towards the sun.

A soft laugh and a deep sigh brushed their ears. A warm sensation flowed from a larger source of heat, drifting by them playfully on its way, a life-filled presence that felt like numerous minds rolling together in harmony. Affection and something like gratitude caressed them.

And then it was gone.

Ryou blinked. And found himself stood in a sun drenched graveyard.

The group, even Bakura, stood perfectly still for a long moment. An innate sense of uncertainty and loss confusing them. What where they doing? Why were they here?

"What… happened?" Ryou's voice was a startling reminder of the world around them, that they were still stood here, in a graveyard, not a floating consciousness somewhere upon the vast planes of thought.

Taking deep breaths, sharp and cool and strange against the heat they thought they had felt, they blinked to clear their vision of shadowy impressions. The graveyard was the same; the sky was a blue-grey covered with patchy clouds, Jacob's Ladders dappling the green ground as moving pools of light, the great oak's leaves rustled peacefully, a bird chirruped to its mate.

There was no sign of any disturbance, nothing out of the ordinary that would explain the surge of surreal magic they had felt even from the graveyard's gate. The oak stood intact, the grass undisturbed, and a natural stillness prevailed for what felt like miles around.

Then they felt it. The city, their home, had returned to normal. So long had they been under some strange sense of tension that they had neglected to notice it. Since Yuugi's death, they had trooped and moped through everyday life believing this to be the future adulthood had brought them. And now, at last, they felt themselves again. The air was free to be breathed; their eyes were clear to see.

Yuugi's restless spirit. The Pharaoh's madness. Both were gone.

What remained was the sense of feeling whole again, as if someone had cut a chain tethering their hearts to some duty bound cause. And now the rest of their lives seemed to stand before them in a way it never had before.

It was only long minutes later that they noticed the body.

Jounouchi broke the calm with a vicious curse; Anzu was already running and halfway there. Together they crowded round the motionless form and waited with mounting dread as Anzu fell to her knees and placed her trembling fingers to pulse points and open lips were breath should have moved.

She looked up, eternal moments of frantic searching proved fruitless, tears flooding her cheeks, and spoke, "He's dead."

Yami, curled upon his side in a loose foetal position, the Puzzle clutched in one hand like a life-line, closed eyes turned towards the sky, and a look of ecstasy induced delirium etched into his face, froze them again into staring.

"The king is dead." Ryou mouthed the words of a voice he could barely remember, echoing from some past point.

The numbness that accompanied the realisation was complete, and despite the sudden revelation of freedom that still beckoned them forward they paused and knew that from this moment there was no turning back. From this point their old lives lived in photos and nothing more.

"How? How could he just suddenly… why is he dead?!" Anzu's question ended on a shrill note, having lost her best friend, she had not wanted to lose his last link to them so soon. Her hands trembled as grief spilled in liquid form from her eyes.

Jounouchi could not quite bare to meet anyone's eye, his fists clenched in misplaced anger towards his friend who seemed to have left them so easily and so carelessly.

"He succumbed to fever." A clear voice sliced through the atmosphere with calm sincerity.

Three gazes of varying emotions found Isis stood where she had stopped just a few paces away, her hands clasped almost prayer-like before her. Bakura, many more paces behind her, stood silent, his arms crossed and a suggestion of a glare narrowing his eyes that were fixed on the sky over the city below.

"A fever?" Anzu asked, disbelieving sorrow lilting her voice.

"You said yourself, he had been out in that storm, he had eaten barely anything for days, and locked himself up in a room without even water to drink. He came back from the Game Shop raving. Anzu, he must have been a very sick man by the time he came here."

"Are you blaming us for this? Our neglect is why he died?" Jounouchi's angry voice sounded around the gravestones, his eyes alight with grieving fury.

"No." Isis said simply, "It is not your fault."

"I… I suppose," Ryou said with a watery, forced smile, Bakura's gaze flickered to him for a moment, "He got what he wanted, didn't he? Yami didn't… he didn't want to…" he couldn't say the word, "Not without Yuugi. He wasn't living a life without Yuugi."

"Death is the ultimate escape," Isis agreed. Jounouchi wished he could hurt her for her calm lack of visible grief. She was grieving, he knew, for both of them, but her quiet way of holding it back made his blood boil.

For a long while they all stood there in silence, listening to the wind and the birds. The world was embracing the loss, and rolled on gratefully. No grand mourning ceremony, no extravagant exclamations of woe erupted. It was almost as if nothing had happened.

At length, Anzu loosened her grip on the now icy hand and let it rest with the other on the grass, in her heart of hearts she hadn't stopped looking for a pulse in that wrist for the whole time she knelt there. It wasn't until now that she truly believed the Pharaoh was dead.

Standing, and still crying, she looked at the other two with a weak laugh, "I suppose we should tell the authorities we found a body, huh?"

Jounouchi shook his head, "I'll call Seto."

Unspoken was the consent to that declaration, Seto could help them give the body its proper rights without being questioned by the police. Murder wasn't something any of them felt like being accused of.

Not quite daring to stay with the body, the three of them moved away and began down towards the entrance to where Jounouchi could find a phone to use. As Ryou passed, close to Bakura's side, his other touched his hand for a moment and Ryou, not wanting to draw attention, simply smiled in return, his chest swelling with gratefulness towards the gesture.

Only when the three were out of earshot, already by the bottom of the hill, did Isis move to follow them, and only then did Bakura decide to speak.

"Why did you lie to them?"

Isis paused again, "I didn't lie, Bakura, we do not know what happened any better than the most common of seers."

"Then why didn't you tell them everything we saw?"

"Because they need to forget. They need to move on. He really did die, in the end, because of the raging fever that storm gave him. Whether or not that fever was the means to an artistically planed end, and certainly not an end anyone living could have ordained, we will never know."

"He saw something before he died."

"It could just have been a delirious and desperate vision."

Bakura narrowed his gaze, seeming to pierce the sky with the potency of his storm grey eyes, "Are you so intent on avoiding answers that you would deny them any happiness?"

For the first time in a long time, Isis smiled, and spoke softly, "He died of normal causes, Bakura, that doesn't mean anything. We don't know what happens after death any more than we know what happened here, but… Yuugi can move on now," and with that small smile she closed her eyes and said, "They both can. Together."

In the distance, the sun, bright and pure, hung over the vast glittering ocean. On the edge of vision, where tranquil sapphire water met and merged with serene blue sky, where the wind blew clean and free and the birds floated effortlessly, there was only the sound of the air caressing the curving waves, far from the sounds of the city, in a sigh, like that of a lover's reunion.

End

By Auster: Dated 19th May 2009

AN: Whooo! Thank the Gods of Yaoi! It is done! Reviewers will be loved!

And yes, I will get right back onto King, so don't worry. Both it and a three-shot, 'Zoom-Lens', will be ready for your reading pleasure, or not as the case may be, soon. But I do have a question. I've stated up on my profile that Seven Seas and Firefly In Ice are on hiatus until I finished this, but now I have, does anyone actually want them anymore? I'm not sure.

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