Ooh, chapter forty-four of the manga has a major cliff-hanger O.O People who read it will know. People who haven't read it should read it! Anyways Merry Christmas Eve to everyone! I'm having a barbeque with my family, half whom I don't know. Everyone gets what I mean.

Anyways Merry Christmas and hope you all have a great new year ahead. Make a New Year's resolution or something. I'm trying to think of one. Maybe not asking my parents for money anymore? I'm really tired that they're on my case about that even though they give it to me anyhow XP

Do any of you like K-Pop? Listen to IU's Merry Christmas In Advance; it's really good, perfect for the occasion.

So now that we got Gary done for the moment, now it's Drew's turn. Rock 'n' read on!

Reviews:

CierraLuvsPokemon4Eva: Did you think so? I thought I was moving things a little too fast, but I'm glad you liked it :)

leafeonchick03: Thanks for being a new reviewer :) Makes me happy getting those. And well somebody had to pry them apart at some point XD

TheOneMagic: No, I don't think she did. I should know, but I apparently don't XD

cherrylovesshipping: Yeah, it was fluffy wasn't it. I love that word. Fluffy... XD

Chapter Five: Unbreakable

No One

"So like this? Am I doing it right?" Drew asked.

Leaf cringed, a light gasp escaping her lips. "Ouch, it hurts." Her back ached and she was bent over so far she was surprised she was still conscious. Leaf was breathing so heavily. Everything became a little dizzy.

"Maybe we should stop," Drew suggested. "This seams meaningless anyway."

As she heard this, the brunette straightened up despite the pain. "What do you mean meaningless?!" Leaf cried, but then again, she couldn't take it anymore. "This is a crucial part to my story!"

Drew looked away and sighed. There was no stopping her when it came to writing. A war could happen and Leaf still wouldn't stop.

"But you're obviously not enjoying this," he pointed out.

Leaf grumbled something under her breath as she pushed up her glasses. They were slipping down from the sweat on her face. "If it gets me more readers then I'm fine with this- oh!" Leaf felt a pin stick to her side and yelped.

"Lady Leaf, could you please stop squirming?"

Feeling a little lightheaded, Leaf reverted back to lying her upper body back down on her vanity. She groaned as if she tortured, but was still determined to get this dress finished.

A maid was stitching up all silk material so that the skirt looked more ruffled while Drew attempted to lace up the corset around her chest. One that he said didn't need to be tightened any further, but Leaf protested that it had to be tauter; for authenticities sake.

"Okay I don't care what you say," Drew said, loosening the back of the corset before tying a knot at the top. "If I tighten this any more than you won't be able to breathe."

Leaf, seeing that things were a little blurry, didn't try to fight it.

The online author was so excited by the reviews she got from her previous chapter that she decided to take this game to another level. And by another level, apparently that meant cosplaying her characters.

"Okay Lady Leaf, I think that's it," said the maid, getting up from the floor. She admired the handiwork of her seamstress skills before leaving the room, but not before she took her sewing basket and curtseyed to Leaf.

This made Drew roll his eyes. He got that Leaf ordered the entire staff to address her as "Lady" and to bow and all, but the frilly outfits she made them wear was going a little too far.

"I think your abusing your powers over your staff." Drew commented as Leaf mussed up the energy to stand up straight.

"They should be grateful I gave them back their jobs… for the moment at least." She moved over to her mirror, which was so large it reached up to the high ceiling of her bedroom and was encased in a white, intricately carved frame. "This is all in the interest of my novel."

Leaf observed the attributes of the dress very carefully. The gown was newly layered and just grazed the floor. So many silk ruffles perturbed from where the skirt began just below her corset, and the crystal attachments on her shoulders jingled with every move she made. They looked like ice. The circlet on her head was made from the same Swarovski gems. The dress was in a frosty periwinkle colour. She couldn't tell whether to classify the colour as a shade of blue or a shade of purple.

Leaf twirled around to face Drew. "What do you think?" she asked as she held the side of her glasses. "Would a Matchmaking Cupid wear something like this?"

Drew trailed his emerald eyes from Leaf's bejewelled head down her pin straight hair to the dress, then back up again to meet her face. "You look beautiful," he said with a small trace of a smile. His eyes looked gentler. "But I have no idea what a Cupid would look like. It's your story." Leaf twisted her mouth from side to side, a little unsatisfied with his answer.

She spun back to the mirror. The crystals and skirt followed her movements. "Yeah, I have no idea either," she admitted with a sigh. "I do know though that it is set in an alternative universe where anything supernatural is possible. Medieval times to be precise." Leaf tapped her chin as she tried to develop her imaginative world further.

The brunette was so in thought she didn't notice she was staring at her reflection in the mirror. The light from the windows seeped through at such an angle that Leaf appeared to be glowing. Her fair skin seemed illuminated, as well as the jewels she had on that refracted into various colours of the rainbow when she moved the slightest bit.

She really is beautiful, Drew thought as he took in the transcendent scene. She just didn't consider the fact because it was irrelevant to her.

The saying beauty is skin deep was something her mother always said to her. Perhaps that upbringing contributed to why Leaf considered fashion and embracing your inner woman… trivial.

It was only for the sake of her book that she was doing this; otherwise the dress she was wearing would be back in the dressing room where it belonged.

"Drew?"

The said boy snapped out of his thoughts and looked straight into Leaf's big blue eyes.

He didn't know when she stood so close to him, which took him off guard that he tripped on the short leg of the ottoman by her vanity and fell on his back. Luckily he landed on the carpet and not the tiles that lined every other part of her home.

Drew rubbed the back of his throbbing head as he propped himself up. "Give me a little warning next time," he said wincing.

Leaf blinked behind her glasses and raised a brow. "I had been calling your name for a while now. What were you thinking about?" The memory of the times Drew seemed troubled sprouted up. Leaf never did ask. This was a good a time as any.

Her cousin was now on one knee, using the plush seat to balance himself as he got his vision back. "Nothing," he said a little too fast and dismissively for Leaf to accept his answer. She made a mental note to ask him again another time. Leaf didn't like it when Drew was bothered by something.

Leaf held out a hand for him so she could help him up. Drew stared at her hand and smiled into her eyes. He gladly accepted, but didn't make a move to stand yet.

The position they were in made Leaf laugh lightly. Drew gave her a questioning look, but the smile remained on his face.

"This is like what happened on the day I made you a character," Leaf's expression suddenly became stunned. "Oh, that reminds me! I haven't introduced you yet!" she realised, clasping her free hand over her open mouth. How could she forget the third point of her story's love triangle?

"That reminds me," Drew said, taking Leaf away from her thoughts, as well as her hand from her face. He took the phone out from his pocket.

Even thought it was on the right side – the side where his hand was holding Leaf's – he used his vacant left hand to retrieve it. He tapped a few times on the screen before facing it towards her. "How did you write that last chapter?" he wondered with a curiousness that hinted towards something else other than an inquisitive inquiry.

Leaf looked at him to the phone. It was the most recent chapter of her online novel. The reviews skyrocketed for her after that update.

She turned back to Drew. "I confronted Gary again. Turns out he was very helpful with my research."

Drew's eyes hardened just the slightest bit as he turned his cell back to him.

Cue wondered if that spark will return if she were to touch him again, he read in his head. Drew knew who played Cue in this story. And that line upset him.

Drew placed his phone back in his pocket – the left one this time – and looked up at Leaf. "Why don't you let me try helping out with your story?" he suggested. The grip on her hand tightened. "The experience with my character might give you an idea."

Leaf deliberated this, but not for long as it was a good idea. If it was coming from Drew then it must be good. She trusted his judgement.

"Okay," Leaf said with a nod. "Then let me inform you the traits of your character." She closed her eyes and pictured the image of Cue's other love interest in her head. "Deice is a loyal werewolf that has been by Cue's side since birth. He is upset by the appearance of Finian – the vampire on a quest to make Cue his Queen – but does not do anything that will trouble her. Deice is reserved and calm, but more open to Cue. They both share an unbreakable bond."

Drew couldn't help by smile when she finished. All the characteristics and history between Deice and Cue seemed very similar to his and Leaf's relationship. He wondered if it was her inspiration, or that on some level she didn't know, and had yet to figure out.

"He sounds like a great guy," Drew said. His smile widened as he glanced reservedly at her hand. His thumb began caressing her knuckles. "Is he the one who ends up with Cue?" he asked, glimpsing back at Leaf through the strands of his green hair. He squinted as they pricked his eyes. He really needed a haircut.

Leaf's eyes wandered to her roof, a contemplative expression arose on her face. "I still haven't decided. I'm going to see what my readers think as they story progresses." She looked back at Drew; a light shrug graced her shoulders.

Drew chuckled. "Well whoever you choose I know it will be right for you," Drew's words made Leaf reassured, but maybe his lovely smile did a little to help as well.

Feeling that his knee was a little numb, Drew finally decided to get off the floor. But his hand lingered on Leaf's for a moment longer. "Well I better get back," he said making his way to the door. "I have a couple of things to do at home." With a light wave, Drew exited Leaf's room, but not before taking one last look at her.

That dress really did make her look like a princess, or a Cupid in this case.

As Drew left her house he pondered if Cue's bond with Deice was as unbreakable as Leaf said it was.

But what he wanted to know even more was what Leaf's choice was going to be when the time came.

Leaf

I stared at the dress before me. It had been a long while since I had taken it off. I had a hard time undoing the corset that I had to ask for some assistance from one of the maids.

I didn't really want their assistance, but it was getting hard to breathe. I just hope having the servants return will benefit me for my novel. I still did not like having them around.

After all this time unaccompanied, I kind of gotten used to helping myself. Excluding Drew of course when he came over; mainly to pick me up for school or to cook me dinner. I tried to tell him I could feed myself quite adequately, but ever since that time I – and I quote – "burnt water", he hasn't trusted me to cook without his presence nearby. I would have felt a little coddled by it if not for the fact Drew was the best chef I've ever known.

From one of the books I've read that girls liked men who could cook. I actually thought it was quite noble than attractive. But perhaps that was only my deduction.

So as I ate the dinner one of the servants had sent up to my room, I couldn't help feel a little lonely. I always ate with Drew on the nights he stayed over. When he isn't here I'd eat food he had already prepared for me. I took only a few bites of the gourmet meal before pushing the silver tray out the door. I had lost my appetite.

After that I spent a good amount of time gazing at my Cupid dress. I sat cross-legged on the ottoman; my elbow leaning against the vanity to hold up my chin. The gown was draped on my closet door. In the light of my room it appeared more lilac in colour.

I spun my phone in between my index finger and thumb. No new reviews. But I had read some of the discussion group tags and found a thread about Finian and Cue. It was a debate on what to call them. Absurd labels like Finicue and Cuenian were on the list. Conjoined names were something I never really understood.

I sighed and had enough of looking at my dress. I stood up and was about to make my way to me bed when the hem of my pyjama pants got caught on one of the ivy like wood border of the ottoman. I heard a seam rip before falling face first onto the floor. Maybe I should rethink my choice in furniture.

I groaned when I lifted my head. I felt around my face and sighed in relief when I found my glasses were intact. I got up, but not fully. My legs were sprawled behind me as I continued to sit of the floor. The little incident from earlier today came to mind, as well as the fact that I still had to introduce Deice into the story.

He had made a cameo several times, but has not had any long term appearances. If I don't add him in soon then my novel will only seem like it has a one sided love, and no one is interested in that anymore.

With a deep breath, I recollected my phone that had skidded to the foot of my bed and leaned back on the board. I closed my eyes and thought of Drew.

Drew was Deice, Deice was Drew.

Gary was Finian, Finian was Gary.

I was Cue, and Cue was me.

With those three in mind, I opened up the site page and began writing.

He held her hand with a gentleness Cue has known for many millennia's.

Deice was as loyal and overprotective as ever when Finian had first appeared. That vampire made him more cautious. He thought his scent meant danger.

Cue felt comfort in his touch. His skin was so hot that she felt like she was melting. Werewolves were known to be warm-blooded.

This was so different from how Finian touched her. She felt unguarded, safe. That was how Deice always made her feel. Cue never needed to mask herself. No matter how cold she was, Deice was always there.

He was her comrade, her protector, her best friend.

She will always love him like that.

Their link was everlasting.

Nothing could tear them apart.

Nothing…

Hope none of you were thinking things at the beginning there XD If you were tricked, review. If you weren't tricked, review. If you review, review again. Think of it as a Christmas gift under my virtual tree. Yes it is lit, and yes there is a real star at the top. I even have Rudolf as a power source. That red nose has to get light from somewhere. Cookies have already eaten by me… Sorry…

Anyways enough of my insanity and return back to yours. I wish I felt in the Christmassy mood, but I'm not, just feels like every other day to me. Even my friends think so. Maybe it's the lack in snow, fat guys in red suits and tinsel. What about you guys?

XOXO AsianBunny