Chapter 42: Life is like a Box of Chocolates
Senju Hashirama, the Shodaime Hokage of Konoha, kept his eyes shut despite the presence of a visitor. Visitors did not often come to see him when he wanted to be left alone. Some had postulated that it was because of the dozen rows of corpses that lined the path to his retreat on the outskirts of the afterlife, but Hashirama just thought people had become unerringly polite about his 'happy relaxing peace days' as time went on. Hashirama decided in all of his benevolence to wait until the man was closer before saying anything; after all it appeared he was actually trying to be sneaky. The whole affair was just adorable.
When the man was roughly twenty steps away the Senju chose to greet him. "Hello Madara," Hashirama said as he opened his eyes and smiled at his good friend. On quiet nights Hashirama would reflect upon the fact that his best friend in the world had betrayed him no less than five times. Those nights were very harsh for the once and future corpses which eventually lined the path to his retreat.
Madara, who still hid under the guise of Obito, paused at the simple welcoming. His Uchiha intellect hadn't thought of the possibility that Hashirama had figured out his true identity, so this clearly involved either time travel or demonic sorcery of some sort. "How did you know?"
"How did I know what?" Hashirama was feeling coy today. Well, that or he was staring at the shiny object on the ground a few feet away. It was very shiny...
Madara's eyes began to spin madly, which matched his levels of sanity very well. "That I was not Obito!"
Hashirama's mouth threatened to split in half he was grinning so widely. The Shiny had moved, and now it was shinier! He supposed he should answer Uchiha in a way that matched his grin, lest his friend believe he wasn't giving him his full attention "Haha, when your stuffy self came up to me all like 'Hello, oh great wise first Hokage, I am Uchiha Obito, please let me worship at your feet and suckle from your vast knowledge'," Hashirama said while during a remarkably accurate impression of Madara's actual voice.
Madara pointed at him. "Bullshit! I never said any of that!"
"Oh? So you deny ever saying you were Uchiha Obito," Hashirama countered.
Madara paused for a moment before realizing he had, in fact, said that. "Okay, I did say that, but-"
Hashirama turned to the side in blatant disregard for whatever it was that Madara was saying. "See everyone? If he would lie about that, he would lie about anything!" He now had a better view of the shiny object.
Madara knew better than to venture down the rabbit hole which was the fact that no one but the two of them were in that room. "Hashirama..." he gritted out, not liking when the man played with him.
Hashirama was the picture of innocence, and why wouldn't he be? He was the only one in the room who wasn't Uchiha Madara, that's about as comparatively innocent as it gets! "Yes, Madara-kun?"
"Did you speak of anyone about this?"
Hashirama shook his head and when he looked the shiny had mysteriously disappeared, and thus gone was Hashirama' reason for being nice today. "Nope. After all, I am dead. The world of the living is no longer my concern." The dark haired man's face had changed from carefree to intensely serious as he was talking and his gaze pierced right through Madara. He bet Madara was responsible for the shiny object going away. Fucking Madara.
Madara had to force himself not to take a step back under the pressure of such a stare. While Madara knew he could take the Senju if it came down to an all out fight, showing that self-delusion was still in style, the resulting clash would slow him down. Today was not a day he could afford to be slowed. "I am not here for a fight. I simply wanted to let you know today is the day I take one step closer to fulfilling my goal of an existence without death."
Hashirama tilted his head and suddenly the shiny object had reappeared. It had been a trick of the light! The shiny had returned, and with its return Hashirama burst into good-natured laughter. "Of course you aren't here for a fight, what made you think I wanted to fight?" Madara was about to answer when the former Hokage decided it was probably best not to let his friend go on one of his whiny monologues, as open ended questions seemed to be the only invitation the Uchiha ever needed to begin one. "As far as your goals are concerned, I am surprised you sought me out."
"Why is that?" Madara asked.
"I would have expected you to share the good news with your brother instead," Hashirama said slyly. The Uchiha had doubtlessly used some sort of fiendish technique to make the light hide the shiny from his view, and so he was going to twist an old wound.
The face of the Uchiha turned ugly at that statement and Madara clinched his fists tightly. It was all the answer that Hashirama needed.
"Oh! He doesn't know. Although when I think about it I guess it makes sense... You've avoided judgment for this long, why get it from the one person whom you might actually care about?" the Senju asked in a wholly rhetorical manner.
Madara schooled his features quickly, the hatred that marred his face replaced with a blank slate. "I will see him when I have finished my work. I recently have earned the trust of some very powerful, albeit foolish, people who were willing to extend me the courtesy of borrowing a few artifacts. I hear Namikaze is looking for me, it will be a pleasure to dispose of such trash before moving on to the Shinigami himself."
Hashirama chewed on his bottom lip as he mulled something over. His face cleared as he reached a decision. He would not hold Madara's foolish treachery regarding the shiny against him and give him some genuine advice. "Madara," he said seriously.
The raven-haired Uchiha cocked an eyebrow. When Hashirama chewed on his bottom lip it usually meant Hashirama was making what the man considered to be a tough call, which much to Madara's annoyance would inevitably involve the choosing of his daily sweet. His voice was oddly grave, though. "Yes, Hashirama?"
"Stay away from Namikaze Minato, for your own good."
Madara burst into laughter. Of all of the things he had expected to hear, that had not been it. He would think his ears deceived him, but Uchiha were perfect in every way so that couldn't possibly be the case. Far more likely was that the Senju had gone soft in his head. "Oh Hashirama, loyal to our village until the end. What a lovely sentiment, 'for my own good.' I appreciate the warning, but I will pass."
Hashirama's expression did not change. "I once knew a boy who called me friend. No matter what our families did we knew in our hearts that the world could be changed for the better. We had good times together, me and this boy, and-"
"Oh for fuck's sake Hashirama, I get it that the boy is me can you skip to the moral of your stupid story."
Hashirama scratched the back of his head. His story telling needed work. Madara was the fifth person this week who had problems with his story telling. Then again the others were now soulless husks hanging by hooks in front of his place of residence, so perhaps he just needed to search for a better audience. That sounded reasonable. Sadly he would feel bad if he did the same to Madara; he'd need to make a new best friends forever bracelet and stringing beads together caused awful hand cramping. For the sake of no hand cramping, he spared his friend. "As you wish. My point is once your brother died things changed. You became different."
Madara sighed. If only Hashirama's ability as a ninja matched his ability to get to the point then he, the great Uchiha Madara, would be god-king of the universe by now. "Yes, and?"
Hashirama finally got to his point. "Killing Uzumaki Kushina was a grave mistake."
"Oh is that all?" Madara asked while in the midst of more chuckles. "I watched first hand as his will to fight died along with that redheaded whore. I broke the man into nothing more than a fragile shell of his former self, which wasn't a threat to begin with."
Hashirama stared right into Madara's Sharingan wielding eyes for several moments before he laughed too, although it did not reach his eyes this time. "Well it was worth a shot! Would you care to stay for tea?" By the time Hashirama could gesture toward his lovely tea set Madara had vanished.
Hashirama sighed. He should have killed that douche when he was twelve.
The Castle of Life
Namikaze Minato stared at the God of Life incredulously. Actually, small correction, he stared at the Goddess of Life incredulously. It was hard to blame him; the woman was incredibly gorgeous with her dark brown hair, lively green eyes, and curves in the textbook definition of all the right places. Her attractiveness, however, was only half the reason he was staring. In her left hand was a goblet that was filled with wine; at least that was Minato's assumption with how plastered the woman appeared.
The woman finally took notice of Minato's presence and snorted. "Oh look who it is, the God of Death himself has graced my presence! You live up to your name well, Shinigami, leaving nothing but death and destruction in your wake. Well go on, end my misery you bastard." Life threw her half-filled goblet in his general direction, but it ended up closer to the inebriated goddess than it did Minato.
Minato thought about doing just as she asked but decided to stay his hand at the last second. Something was remarkably off about this whole scene, and he had a nagging feeling that whatever it was he was missing was very important. He decided to state the obvious, because he wasn't comfortable stating anything else. "I am not the Shinigami, Goddess of Life. I am the Judge of the Dead, Namikaze Minato."
The Goddess of Life snorted. "Yeah right, I can feel clear as day that-" she paused, tilted her head, and squinted her eyes while very carefully examining Minato. After a few seconds she punched herself in the head. "Ow," she articulated intelligently.
Minato stared at her at a loss for words. Finally he found some that fit the occasion. "You weren't their first pick, huh?"
'How did he know!' Life thought.
Minato didn't wait for a response to his last question, rightly reasoning all hope was lost on that front.. "So, why did you hit yourself?"
"Well," Life dragged out the word with the expertise only a very drunk person could manage, "I thought if I hit myself that I could magically make the wine evaporate or something so I could approach this situation clear headed. It didn't work!" She pumped her first and dissolved into a fit of giggles.
Minato had come in expecting a fight, but instead he had a drunk girl on his hands. Which now that Minato thought about it was the entire story of his tutelage under Jiraiya. When he had entered he had already picked out the carving knife he was going to use on this bitch, but drunk people tended to be loose lipped. "Why did you call me the Shinigami?"
Life peered at him closely as if she was examining him before shrugging carelessly. "I saw you enter and it was all like darkness and death and anger and such. That's kind of the Shinigami's profile. You make a good minion, mimicking him so well! I am sure he is very, very proud of you!"(1) She was practically gushing.
Minato moved on. "You ordered Uchiha Madara to extinguish my wife's soul," he said.
Life considered that for a moment. "That doesn't sound like me. I prefer gardening."
Minato was not buying what she was selling. "Then why did a tortured demon of greed lead me straight to you? He was in no position to lie to me, I assure you."
Life smoothed her dress, which exposed a little bit more cleavage, and crossed her legs slowly. "Look, can we just cut to the chase and have sex already?"
"Excuse me?" Minato shouted.
Life sighed contently. "You're a cute boy from the death camp, I am a rising star in the life camp who has a bright future. Our peers would never understand, but we each have a burning desire for the other. Forbidden love can be so magical, Shinigami-kun."
There were so many things wrong with that scenario that Minato didn't think he caught them all. Once more he settled with, "I am still not the Shinigami."
"Not into roleplay at all?" Life said before pouting.
"The cute ones are always boring. What we were talking about?" Life asked, clearly more despondent than she had been moments before.
"Uchiha Madara," Minato said quickly. He felt his control of the conversation had slipped away and he needed to get it back. He had plenty of experience with drunk women throwing themselves at him, but this was a bit ridiculous.(2)
Suddenly Life sat up straighter with a proud smile on her face. "I know that name! Yes, I remember now. One of the higher ups requested a favor in regards to him. I, being nice, was of course glad to help."
The room became a tinge darker and and Minato's eyes hardened. "Explain."
The Goddess of Life's lips thinned as she took in her surroundings. This was her domain, and yet this mortal soul was causing it to go haywire. Worse yet, he wasn't naked yet. Talk about a total tease. He killed her pals, marched in here, and demanded all sorts of answers to stuff that made her head feel fuzzy. He even got blood on the carpet! That stuff was so hard to clean. She decided to be nice though, and explain very carefully why his attitude was a boo instead of a hooray. "Now listen here, sexy-kun. I don't know why you are all in a huff around me. I am not, nor shall I ever be, your enemy. Unless you keep rejecting a fine lady like myself, then we might have some trouble. But I am sure we can come to an understanding."
Minato gave an uncharacteristic scoff. "The last Life-"
"I am not him!" the Goddess shouted furiously as a glass vase shattered off to the side and the ground trembled beneath them, her drunkenness disappearing in the face of her fury. "He dishonored the whole pantheon of those who serve life itself. He allowed pettiness to get in the way of his duties, and greed corrupted him to the core. The day he was put out of his misery is a day we in the Department of Life cheered, and shortly thereafter I was promoted."
Minato considered her words carefully. If she was lying to him it would not be the first instance of a deity choosing deception in order to manipulate him. After a moment of quickly analyzing what she had said he took a calming breath and the room grew brighter; he believed her. For now. "Okay I'm calm." He held out both hands palm forward to reassure her, although both knew in the afterlife such a gesture was symbolic more than anything. "Now you need to tell me what happened."
Life smiled; she was very pretty when she smiled. Her head was clearing up but she was still a bit tipsy, and this hunk in front of her looked good enough to eat. She was glad he had calmed down, it would be less likely that she would be friend zoned now. "This is going to take some explaining, bear with me?" At Minato's nod she continued. "In the afterlife there are many gods who exist, most are minor deities with very specific jobs such as God of Sunflowers which was my position before my promotion, and of course some like the Shinigami whose power covers a far wider range than even my current duties."
"Aren't Life and Death supposed to be equals?" Minato asked. He had been sure this was why Bob had been such a threat.
Life rolled her eyes. "You'd think so. If we were to clash directly I would be able to hold my own for a time, but the phrase 'life is fleeting' sums it up well. The Shinigami is..." She was hesitant to say the words.
"Go on," Minato urged, his interest piqued.
Life heaved a sigh. She was always a sucker for a pretty face. "The Shinigami is formidable when he is within his domain. Unlike most his domain is not a place, but rather events. Times, locations, and occupants which are never the same twice. In a time even the gods cannot recall the universe itself wrote out a plan, something akin to the mortal concept of fate. In this plan was the death of everything, even the souls of the afterlife. I won't pretend to know exactly how this works, and even if I did I wouldn't bore a fine specimen such as yourself." She paused to wink at him. "In the end though everything is gobbled up by the inevitable. Death, therefore the Shinigami whose charge is death, will always have a place in this world. And so when the Shinigami is faithfully carrying out his duties he is unstoppable. Not even the Almighty could defend himself from the Shinigami if it was his time to go."
Life's voice had changed slightly when she mentioned the Almighty, and Minato had a nagging suspicion that he should explore that further, but his urge to find answers about Madara won out. "How does this relate to Madara?"
A new voice spoke up from behind Minato. "That would be me, Namikaze Minato."
The Shinigami's Office
The Shinigami had quickly grown bored of the wails of despair from Rin regarding Obito, hear one wail of despair you've heard them all, and proceeded to open a dimensional rift back to his office using some of Jiraiya's blood. It hadn't been required or anything, but extra punishment for any fool who accused him of being 'kind' of all things never hurt anyone. Well, aside from the fool, but that was kind of the whole point. The Shinigami had been sure to be extra noisy while creating the rift so that everyone's suffering was nice and long as he opened the portal here. That's what they got for not finishing their cake, the bastards.
As the Shinigami entered his office he noticed a dark haired man tied up to a chair looking at him fearfully. That wouldn't have been remarkable, it was more remarkable when someone wasn't tied up here awaiting bad things to happen to them, but this man had a pink bow on top of his head. Someone had left him a present! That was thoughtful of them, the Shinigami thought. He recognized him immediately as an Uchiha, the stupid look on his face being the giveaway, but the man's name escaped him. The Shinigami had a crucifix around here somewhere to prevent the man from doing the same.(2) The Shinigami approached the man and saw a letter in the man's lap with Minato's writing on it. He had left a note attached to his present, how considerate. The Shinigami picked up the letter and began to read.
When reading Madara's file I noticed that he cared a great deal for his brother. I realize I am going to have my hands full today and when I captured Uchiha Izuna I thought of you. I had planned to merely bluff to Madara that I had left his brother in your possession but I feared that he might be able to sense my lack of sincerity on the matter. Plus, I figure you are going to be bored with me having all of the fun today so think of this as my gift to you. Use it well, and try not to break it too badly. I am sure a little wear and tear couldn't hurt though.
Yours, quite a bit more literally than I've ever been comfortable with,
P.S. I do not know what this day will bring, but thank you. I have no doubt every moment we were together involved some selfish motivation on your part, but I have learned a lot from you. Today I will show everyone just how much.
Shinigami put down the letter, glad that Minato hadn't made a habit of gracing him with his terrible writing more often, and out of the corner of his eye noticed there were two more on his desk addressed to Zabuza and Jiraiya respectively. He placed them in his cloak, he was feeling charitable after his gift and would pass them along at his earliest convenience. If that turned out to be a decade from now, a shame for all involved. He then turned his full attention to the brother of Uchiha Madara. "Your brother has been a busy boy, Izuna-kun."
Izuna sighed. "My brother has gone mad, but I am not him. I have not done any wrong."
The Shinigami smiled cruelly. "Perhaps. On the other hand harming you will hurt him, and the thought pleases me."
"But that's not fair!" Izuna objected.
The Shinigami tilted his head as if considering the words. "We didn't get a chance to chat much when you died, did we?" The Shinigami watched carefully as Izuna shook his head. "Well then, I'm the Shinigami. Let's get to know each other better!" The Shinigami proceeded to stick his hand into the Uchiha's chest.
Izuna Uchiha, surely not for the last time today, screamed.
Back with Minato
Minato turned around to face a man in a pristine white robe which contrasted from the man's long dark hair. The newcomer had dark blue eyes, which bore into Minato from behind stylish glasses, his sharp features set into a look of displeasure. "Would you like a mirror? You don't seem to like what you see."
The man appeared offended that Minato dared speak to him. "I am the Assistant to the Almighty, hold your tongue you insolent dog. It was I who hired Uchiha Madara to do some contract work for me some months back and to make sure the task was fulfilled promptly, and it was also I who had the Goddess here arrange it so that his soul could pass through the space that normally the dead could not."
"And what was his task?" Minato asked.
"To destroy the Shinigami, naturally," the Assistant replied.
Suddenly pieces of the puzzle started to fit together as Minato stared at the man. He was one of the enemies the Shinigami has talked about in the abstract. Now, facing him, he couldn't believe the arrogance of this man. He could feel the thrum of rage slowly intensifying inside of him. "You are the one responsible for my wife being gone." To Minato's surprise the man looked annoyed more than anything.
"Yes," the Assistant said distastefully. "I am quite aware of Madara's shortcomings when it comes to his ability to properly complete a mission. When dealing with a creature as disgusting as the Shinigami, some losses are acceptable, even assumed really."
Minato moved to attack the man but found himself stopped by a transparent barrier three feet away from his target. The mocking laughter he heard on the other side only made him pound against the shield harder, but to no avail.
The Assistant wore a broad grin on his face. "Do you think I come to meet a minion of the Shinigami unprepared? Your uncivilized jaunt has already been well documented by me and I must say you have not been behaving yourself well at all." The Assistant paused for a second before a smug look appeared on his face. "It is little wonder your wife got herself killed, twice no less. A good thing too, Almighty only knows what a terrible mother she would have been."
Minato's eyes were frigid when he replied, his anger bubbling to the surface in a single word. "Die."
The Assistant felt a sudden pain in his head and he groaned before quickly shaking off the pain as best he could. The Assistant knew almost as much as his master, and the Shinigami's lapdog should not possess such power. "Not bad, mortal. It is considered extremely difficult to harm a deity with nothing but intent, especially through the barrier I have set up."
"Then drop the barrier."
The Assistant appeared to politely decline the invitation by choosing to say nothing in return.
The Goddess, having subtly edged as far away from Minato as she could, spoke up again. "I don't understand something here. While the Shinigami has his quirks – namely being a complete dick – why would the Almighty decide to wipe him out? In fact, why not just do it himself ?"
Minato put his anger into a neat little box inside of himself marked 'butcher the Assistant' and redirected his focus to the pertinent questions Life had brought up.
The Assistant sneered. "I am not a walking exposition machine, Life. I have no obligation to explain why the Almighty does what he does. He is above reproach in every possible way. I expected it from a mortal, but a Goddess should know better."
The Goddess of Life clenched her fists in rage, clearly not much of a fan of being looked down upon. Before she could gather the anger into coherent thought Minato beat her to the punch.
"You're off book," Minato stated simply.
The Assistant gave nothing away in his body language; nothing at all, not even a reaction in favor of denying such an accusation. Before the eyes of the Yellow Flash, he could not have made himself more clear.
"It makes sense. If the most powerful deity on the food chain had a problem with the Shinigami he would just take care of it himself, or arrange for it to be taken care of-" Minato stopped mid sentence as realization about something very important dawned on him. Tucking the stray thought away he continued. "He wouldn't ask you to go around looking for another person to do the dirty work. I imagine he's the one that laid down all of the laws about gods not being able to directly interfere with each other."
"My master is too kind," the Assistant said. "He knows that the vile Shinigami will one day steal from him his very essence, and yet he has been content to allow this. As his assistant it is my duty to safeguard his interests when his nobility does not allow him to do the same."
"And you do not care who is hurt in the process," Minato accused, the room darkening around him as his fury swelled back up.
The Assistant tapped his index finger against his temple and smirked smugly. "No one innocent has been harmed. Uzumaki Kushina aligned herself with the Shinigami, just as you have. It is you who is to blame for her demise, not I. The God of Death has reigned for too long, he has grown arrogant in his years and plots against not only humanity but his fellow gods. He tortures for the sheer joy of it. This is whom you show loyalty to? Someone who has blatant disregard for everything until it is he who is threatened? Unlike the Shinigami I took no joy in hearing that Madara had missed the mark and ended your wife, but with that said it did further my plans. The less mortal allies the Shinigami has the better."
Minato's mind was reeling. He was trying to piece together everything he had heard while keeping the vast darkness he felt within himself buried tightly. For the first time since drinking the contents of the dagger he wondered what exactly it was he had put into his soul. At the time it had called to him, demanded him drink it. As it ran through him it had felt wonderful, giving him renewed strength. Now, however, he could feel himself starting to slowly lose his grip on whatever it was that was inside of him. It seemed to take on a life of its own, urging him to strike at the man in front of him. He didn't need anything to tell him that he wanted this man to suffer, but the fact that it was something foreign was worrisome.
Life could sense the rage inside of Minato and suppressed her own shudder. Usually newly appointed gods were given some time before stuff like this went down. She had been promised lots of easy assignments, and she could still plant flowers every other day until she got used to bigger projects! She didn't need her guard detail to be taken out, her personal enforcer to be made into a smoothie, and then for other deities and whatever the blond was currently having a fight in her presence. This was so the last time she ever did someone else a favor without extensively researching the matter herself. Seriously, next time someone asked she was just going to rearrange them into a pretty flower and water them twice a day so that they could grow and be beautiful and great and not ask her to do stupid dumb favors.
Unbeknownst to the beautiful woman she had said her thoughts out loud and the other two people in the room were given her looks as if she had lost her mind; reasonable, considering she likely had.
The Assistant chuckled, his smugness still apparent. "A Goddess who is soft in the head and a mortal with delusions of grandeur. What a wonderful way to spend a day. Soon enough my work will be complete, and the Shinigami will no longer pose a threat to anyone. Once he is gone someone new can take over the position of death. Someone who can be controlled."
Minato crashed against the barrier but found it still held.
Now the Assistant laughed uproariously, unable to contain it any longer. "How futile you are. I would take care of you myself, but your painful struggles amuse me greatly. It is what someone who follows the Shinigami deserves, after all. You and your lot are all the same, you know. A bunch of freaks who serve a twisted master. Your misery is like a never-ending source of joy for an old deity's heart, I thank you for merely existing to provide me such refined entertainment."
"I grow tired of the sound of your voice," a new person spoke from behind the Assistant.(4) Before the aforementioned man could turn around a long spear pierced his barrier effortlessly and rammed straight through his back, the tip jutting out of his chest in a grisly display.
The Assistant's face flashed through shock and pain until settling into supreme confusion. The barrier that he powered fell as he touched the wound in his chest weakly. A question was stuck in his throat where it would remain forever as he tipped forward, slipping from the spear. His soul shattered into a billion pieces as the body hit the ground, leaving nothing visible behind.
As the body had tipped forward the form of Uchiha Madara, as he was when he was alive, became visible. A look of satisfaction filled his features as his dark eyes flicked between Minato and Life. "Miss me?"
1: When questioned later if the Shinigami was proud of Minato he stabbed the person who asked and ate him. That person's name? Nick.
2: Somewhere Jiraiya was cursing his student with a fervor that would not ever be matched by anyone in regards to anything. Ever.
3: The Shinigami had never gotten the hype surrounding that one guy who had died on a crucifix. Start an organization that has managed to keep the Shinigami busy for eons and yeah, he'll give you a hall pass back to the world of the living after three days. The sign was right outside his office door and everything.
4: To the agreement of everyone.
A/N: The stage is now set for the climax and ending for this story. The words for this chapter came to me in surprisingly easy fashion, so much so that when I wrote this one I had another thousand or so written before I decided that this end point was perfect. I hope you guys enjoyed the new Goddess of Life, a twist on both the gender and the character as well as the circumstances that got them there. I haven't outright said anything, but I've provided clues about a couple of the big things that are going to go down in the next chapter or two that, if you don't think about it, you won't see coming.
Next chapter is the long awaited, and inevitable, fight between Minato and Madara. Where both will fight considerably above their weight class with everything on the line. It is going to be brutal, and if you think you know what's coming... I'll just say this: next chapter, I depart from canon. I'm such a tease, aren't I?
The next chapter should be out around Christmas, I suspect. Had this one out just like I said I was going to, as it is easier to plan chapters when you know the ending and their contents! Should have done this more often than just randomly writing weird scenes.
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