A/N: Chya! So my first AkuRoku. I'm likin it I'm likin it. Haha. Also my first chapter fic in a while. I said I'd sworn off these multi chapter fics after the last fiasco that happened with About That Favor. (Shameful, shameful thing), but I took myself some insurance out on this one here. Heh.
ANYHOW, as all yaoi lovers and writers know, there are always the vapid haters out there who don't know how to politely turn the other way if they don't like a story instead of screaming and flaming like immature little brats. If you are the former, I commend and respect you. If you are the latter-
Go fuck yourselves!!
So without further ado, I give you, Axis
Rating: Mature (for later chappies)
Disclaimer: So not mine. These characters are Disney's, Square Enix's, or both. Gimme a sniper though and I'll see what I can do.
The music was blasting at a deafening volume, sending vibrations coursing through every fiber of Roxas' being. His eyes struggled to focus on a single object, any object, within the dimly lit room filled with a mass of swaying bodies. It was all a blur and he shook his head before turning to the person he'd arrived with.
"Hayner," he began, trying to talk over the music, "I-"
"WHAT?!" The 19 year old yelled, motioning that he couldn't hear.
"I said I-"
"I'M GOING HOME!" Roxas yelled in frustration. He didn't know what he was doing in that club in the first place.
But Hayner had heard that last bit loud and clear.
"NO! NO, WAIT!" he pled, leading Roxas even deeper into the club, squeezing between the dancing bodies. They ended up at the bar, where the music was slightly less deafening. The vibrations persisted, however.
"I don't know why I let you convince me to coming here," Roxas began, glancing warily at the one or two people at the bar, the bartender nowhere in sight.
"You need to get out more!" Hayner said before suddenly beating down on the wood of the bar. "Bartender! Anyway, Namine's got you on too short of a leash. She's basically got you by the balls-"
"Good bye, Hayner." Roxas said, preparing to leave.
"No, no, no," Hayner said, grabbing Roxas by his shoulders, "Look, you may not be on the market to truly enjoy yourself tonight, but you can still drink 'til you puke your guts out right? You just turned 18, so it's legal now."
"I can drink at my own home," Roxas retorted.
"Dude, I need you here though!" Hayner went on, changing his strategy. "I need you here to help me land a girl, maybe. Please don't ditch me."
Roxas eyed him warily as Hayner looked at him, desperation apparent in his eyes. Roxas inwardly cursed himself.
"Fine," he sighed, seating himself exasperatedly on the nearest barstool, eyes closed and head hung in defeat.
"Thanks, Roxas!" Hayner said with a slap to Roxas' back, before running off and melting seamlessly into the sea of bodies.
Roxas opened his eyes, gazing at the swirling patterns on the wood, some inches away from his nose, and sighed. How had he let Hayner drag him there in the first place? He had a girlfriend already; he didn't need to be in a place like this.
"What'll it be?" he suddenly heard a voice call from somewhere in front of him.
Roxas lifted his head to see vibrant red, spiky hair resting on top of a man's head, threatening to swallow him whole it seemed. Roxas' eyes fell from the bright mass to a pair of equally brilliant green eyes; tattoos of what could most be described as tears resting under each of them.
He was wearing a green apron made of some rather stiff looking material over a solid black Tee. The guy looked kind of fake, Roxas thought vaguely.
When Roxas realized he was staring, he redirected his gaze back to the beaten wood of the bar. He really wasn't in any mood to get completely hammered.
"A Screwdriver," Roxas said.
The bartender was silent for a second, and unmoving, causing Roxas to look up inquiringly.
"You look like you could use something stronger," he commented.
"No thank you," Roxas replied, "Just the Screwdriver."
The bartender shrugged before going off to the other end of the bar to gather the ingredients. Roxas watched him the entire time. Well, his hair at least.
'Can't be natural', Roxas thought as the man returned and began making the drink.
That was when Roxas caught sight of his waist line; or lack thereof. Even behind the loose fitting tee, it was apparent this guy was thin.
The bartender set the glass full of a lightly hued orange liquid, filled to the brim.
"Thanks," Roxas said gripping the glass, "Put it on Hayner's tab."
"Oh you're Hayner's friend?" the red-head chuckled, "I thought it was his voice that called me. Though honestly, I didn't know he swung that way."
Roxas nearly choked on the mouthful of liquor he'd just swallowed.
"W-what?" he spluttered through coughs, "N-no. No it's not like that. I have a girlfriend!"
The bartender laughed as Roxas tried to even out his breathing again after his coughing fit.
"Relax, relax I know. It was just a joke," he said, "Hayner leaves with a different girl every time he comes in here."
Roxas sighed at his best friend's playboy attitude. He knew it all to well.
"Axel," the bartender said.
Roxas' mind drew a blank at the spoken word.
"Axle?" he questioned aloud, "What you mean like on a wheel?"
The bartender chuckled and shook his head.
"No, it's my name A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"
'Weird name', Roxas thought hypocritically.
"Roxas," Roxas replied lazily, before taking another swig of his drink, "Though you really didn't have to tell me. I don't plan on becoming a regular here."
"It's only polite." he explained casually, leaning over the bar and peering out at the dance floor. "So, Roxas, it's pretty odd for a non-single person to be here," Axel explained.
"Tell me about it," Roxas said bitterly, the mixed taste of orange juice and vodka still lingering.
Roxas looked around at the now completely empty bar.
"You always have this much company?" Roxas asked.
"It's the band," he said, nodding his head in the direction of the stage. Roxas had almost been desensitized to the presence of the music. "Stealin' all my customers."
Roxas listened to the music for a second.
"They're not that good," Roxas murmured as he drank again.
He felt Axel watching him.
"So what's your story?" he asked Roxas.
"Come again," Roxas asked, eyes focused on what was inside his glass.
"Everyone who drinks has a story," Axel reasoned.
"Is that so?" Roxas asked rhetorically, "Then what about the poor souls who make the drinks?"
Axel smiled in a way that sent tiny shivers racing along Roxas' spine, for a reason he couldn't quite factor. Maybe the liquor was already getting to him.
"Good question," Axel said as Roxas brought the glass to his lips again, but suddenly froze as he was about to drink.
"I'm suddenly feeling like a Black Russian," Roxas said. He needed coffee to sober up a little. Having another man's smile sending shivers down his spine was bit of a red flag, but he still wanted alcohol.
"You're not even finished with what you have," Axel protested.
Roxas set the cup down and pushed it aside.
"You said all your customers have been stolen," Roxas said, "I'm gonna keep you so busy you won't even notice. Now, the Black Russian, if you don't mind."
Axel laughed softly and murmured something under his breath that Roxas didn't quite catch.
A few minutes later, Axel returned with Roxas' drink.
"How old are you anyways..." Axel asked before adding, "...shorty?"
Roxas almost crushed the glass he'd just wrapped his fingers around, and had the most violent of urges to shatter it upside Axel's head.
"What was that?" He asked in a dangerously calm voice.
Axel was nonplussed.
"How old are you?" Axel repeated.
Roxas took down a big gulp of his drink.
"Old enough," Roxas replied shortly. Axel was clearly amused.
"I'm thinking barely."
"No one cares what you're thinking." Roxas muttered. "Now, if you will be so kind, a Tom Collins, on the rocks."
"Ok, ok, touché." Axel said, raising his arms in mock defense, "Keeping it light, eh?"
"I'm not looking to get wasted," Roxas explained, "Just keeping myself, and you too I guess, busy until Hayner has made his pick for the night."
"Speak of the devil…" Axel said, eyes locking on to something behind Roxas.
Roxas turned around in his seat enough to see Hayner coming up to him, a little sweaty and out of breath.
"Already?" Axel inquired, "It usually takes you longer."
"But not always," Hayner protested a little indignantly.
"It's only been like 20 minutes," Roxas interjected.
"That's plenty of time," Hayner defended. "Anyway, Roxas, I came over here because you need to find another way home-"
"WHAT?!" Roxas exclaimed angrily.
"Dude, it's a total mood killer-"
"Hayner," Roxas said pointedly, "you dragged me here. You forced me to stay here in case you needed me. And now, you're going to leave me so you can screw some random slut you picked up in a cheap club?"
"You make it sound so horrible…"
"It is, Hayner!" Roxas fumed.
"I'll take you home."
Both Hayner's and Roxas' eyes fell on Axel.
"Really?! See Roxas, Axel will take you home. Thanks Axel."
"Hayner, I really-"
"Oh, c'mon Roxie," Axel said.
For the second time tonight, Roxas wanted to break his glass against that man's head.
"Don't call me that!" Roxas snapped at the man behind the bar.
"C'mon Roxas," Hayner pleaded. He seemed to be doing a lot of that tonight. Roxas glared at Hayner as fiercely as he could. Why was it that he could never say "no" to his friends?
"I am never going out with you again," Roxas said and Hayner's face instantly brightened up.
"Thanks man!" he said, bouncing back towards the crowd, "I owe you one!"
He disappeared again.
"More like 20," Roxas muttered under his breath before turning back to Axel.
"Thanks, but you really don't have to go through all the trouble. I can call a taxi."
"Calling a taxi downtown on a Friday night?" Axel laughed, "It'll be an hour and a half before it even gets here. And it's almost a nightly thing for me anyway. You're not the first person I've seen his friend ditch for a girl."
Roxas sighed before finishing off his drink in one go. Axel was right about the taxi thing. Roxas was inwardly weighing his options, and they were pretty nonexistent. He didn't really make it a point to take rides from strangers… but Hayner seemed to be pretty friendly with him, so he couldn't be all bad.
"When's your shift over?" Roxas asked.
"Nine," Axel answered, walking away from the bar towards some back room.
Roxas furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Axel disappeared behind a door. It was about nine when he and Hayner had arrived.
Axel emerged not even a minute later in a black sweat jacket carrying a set of keys. A blonde woman followed closely behind him; tying on an apron like the one Axel had been wearing. Probably the same apron, taking the size of Axel's waist into account.
"It's a slow night," Axel told her before walking to one end of the bar to exit. He'd walked back towards Roxas, who could now fully appreciate exactly how tall Axel was. "Ready to go?" he asked Roxas.
Roxas nodded and stood up.
"Larxene," Axel called to the blonde bartender, and gestured at Roxas' glasses, "Hayner's tab."
Roxas burned up at the mention of his best friend, and suddenly hopped on top of the bar and yelled at the top of his lungs over the music. Everyone had stopped dancing to look at him as Axel shot him a wide-eyed confused glance.
"EVERYBODY GETS A FREE BEER ON ME!"
The once dancing bodies erupted into cheers as the crowd rushed towards the bar.
Roxas hopped down and turned to the woman named Larxene.
"Put it on Hayner's tab."
Roxas and Axel pushed their way through the crowd, none to easily, and out of the front door. They were silent all the way to Axel's car: a pretty sleek looking silver Camaro.
"Nice car for a bartender," Roxas commented as Axel disarmed and unlocked the car with his tiny remote.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Axel said once they were both in the car. "What's your address?"
Axel revved the engine.
"It was an observation," Roxas said impassively, "I live a little out, take this street to the free way."
Axel silently consented.
"So that little stunt back there," Axel ventured, "was a little…"
"Bitchy?" Roxas offered.
"As good a word as any," Axel shrugged, turning onto the on-ramp.
"Well Hayner wasn't so gentlemen-like himself tonight either," Roxas said a lot more calmly than he felt. Then he leaned back into the passenger's seat and sighed. "I'll probably regret it once I calm down, and end up paying him back."
"Oho?" Axel inquired, intrigued, "Roxie's a Richie?"
"Don't call me that!" Roxas bit at Axel, who only chuckled in response, "And no, I'm not rich, I'm not the one driving a Camaro."
Roxas saw a smirk play on Axel's lips, but the redhead said nothing.
"What's my exit?"
"Exit?" Roxas asked bemusedly, "Oh no, you take this free way to the next, here! Get into your left lane. I told you I live a ways out. Two cities over."
Axel's eyes were fixed on the road ahead of him. It was fairly congested, as Axel had predicted. It was, after all, Friday night, and people were trying to go places. It would be sometime before Roxas made it home.
"Looks like we've got a while," Axel sighed, obviously frustrated with the stop and go traffic, "Why don't you tell me about yourself Rox-" A sideways glare from Roxas made him change that last syllable. "-as?"
Roxas shrugged and leaned away from Axel, head resting on the window,
"What's to tell?"
Roxas always hated small talk. It was just random people you didn't know asking personal questions about things they didn't really care about in the first place. They were just talking for the sake of talking, trying not to be rude, but pissing Roxas off to no end.
Axel's eyes flicked over to Roxas briefly before finding the road again.
"Me?" Axel asked, "How kind of you to ask, I'm 23, my favorite color is red, reminds me of fire, and I'm a part-time bartender.
'Twenty-three?' Roxas wondered idly. He didn't look quite that old. Then suddenly a question had re-surfaced in Roxas' mind.
"That your natural color?" Roxas asked, pointing to the red porcupine that had died on Axel's head.
"You know that's a very rude question," Axel said in mock offense.
"Well the answers people really want often have 'rude' questions attached to them," Roxas asserted.
"True," Axel nodded, "But I'm not going to tell you."
Roxas turned to stare at Axel and the sudden attention made Axel visibly uncomfortable.
"Yes?" Axel asked after a few moments.
"Did you dye your eyebrows too?" Roxas wondered aloud, "I wouldn't put it past you since you shaved half of them clean off."
"Hey!" Axel exclaimed indignantly, covering his forehead with one hand and steering the car with the other, "I did not shave them! They just grow this way."
"And you got tears tattooed under your eyes?" Roxas said, Axel still under scrutiny, "How emo. And your eyes, is it even possible for eyes to be so green? Are those contacts? Is there anything natural about you?"
"Alright! Ok! Enough!" Axel said gripping the wheel with both hands again, "Goddamn. Rip me to shreds, why don't ya?"
"Sure thing," Roxas said, finally averting his gaze.
"Do you always pay this much attention to people's looks or am I just special?" Axel asked Roxas.
Roxas shook his head ambiguously.
"I find people's appearances can be a lot more truthful than their voices."
"This is also true, oh wise Roxie."
Roxas was about ready to call that a lost battle.
"Hey does your girlfriend call you Foxy Roxie?"
Roxas' face flushed, from anger or humiliation, he couldn't discern, and he threw Axel a wild scowl.
"The hell is wrong with you?!" Roxas demanded, "Why-"
"You said the answers people wanted to know had rude questions," Axel repeated, "I was only curious. It would be so cute, and when I say cute I mean a complete defilation and violation of the sacredness of your masculinity. From what I heard Hayner telling you, she's already got you"-he made lashing sound with his mouth-"whipped."
If Roxas had any doubt before, he was certain now, this man was clinically insane. He'd managed to disguise it so well back at the club.
Roxas chose not to dignify that last statement with a response.
"C'mon Roxie," Axel prodded, "No shame in it, you're not alone."
"I am not whipped!" Roxas blurted before he could stop himself.
Everyone who'd seen him and Namine together always called him whipped. It was true that he did anything she wanted, but he wasn't whipped by a long shot.
He and Namine had been together for two years. He'd only asked her out in the first place because his parents suggested it. He had come to love her, he supposed, and it wasn't like she was high maintenance or anything. When she requested something, however, it was almost always like a command.
Roxas could say "no" anytime he wanted, but he never really had any reason to. He was a peace keeper. He did just about anything to avoid conflict and maintain the status quo. He wasn't afraid of conflict, but he didn't like it.
Roxas had things, many things, expected of him, and he was never one to disappoint.
"Oh, snappy come back," Axel teased.
"I just want to get home," Roxas said, more to himself than to Axel, "lie down and go to sleep. Hayner's never stupid enough to bring his girls over. I should be alright."
"Oh Roxie," Axel said, "you know you always have a place to go as long as I'm around-"
"No thank you," Roxas said before Axel barely got the sentence out. "I'm going to try and put this entire night, especially you, behind me and never look back again."
"Aw, don't be that way Rox-"
"AH! Shut up!" Roxas all but screamed, "I'll be however I want!"
'Why is this guy so irritating?!'
Axel made a noise reminiscent of a snigger and a red flag shot up in Roxas' mind.
He knew what he was doing, Axel knew full well he was irritating Roxas. He was doing it purposely.
Roxas made a point not to talk for the next 20 minutes, even as Axel continued to ramble mindlessly.
Then the big green sign flashed in Roxas' peripheral vision.
"That's your exit," Roxas said quietly, pointing vaguely towards the sign.
Axel glanced over.
"Oh," Axel breathed, before sharply turning the wheel, crossing over three lanes in one turn.
"HOLY SHIT!" Roxas screamed, pressing himself flat against the car seat, "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE!?"
Honks and enraged yells of drivers were heard all around as Axel got into the exit lane. Roxas didn't know why he'd bother asking that question, he already knew the answer.
"I saw an opening…"
"I saw my whole damn LIFE flash before my eyes you asshole!"
"Asshole?" Axel inquired as he drove down the exit ramp, "Me? The bartender who, out of the goodness of his heart, gave an abandoned friend a ride home?"
"No! You, who seems to get some kind of cheap thrill from stomping up and down my nerves!"
Roxas' heart was still racing. Never in his life… The tension is his body didn't seem like it was going to be leaving any time soon. Axel gave him a sideways glance.
"Roxas?" Axel said.
"What!?" Roxas snapped.
"Just turn right at this intersection," Roxas instructed, calming down a bit, "My apartment building is right there."
Axel knitted his eyebrows.
"Twilight Townhouses?" Axel asked.
Roxas, still burning with rage, spoke shortly.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"You live there?"
"Right here?" Axel asked again as he pulled up to the gate of the complex's parking lot.
Roxas glared dangerously at Axel, warning him to shut up, before he eagerly reached for the door handle when the gate began to slide open. Both Axel and Roxas looked back to see a blue minivan waiting patiently behind them.
Even with Roxas' door half open, Axel began to drive forward into the parking lot and Roxas hurriedly shut the door again.
"Would you warn me the next time you do something crazy?" Roxas said, a little to exasperated to work to put all the frustration he was feeling into his words.
Axel made no response but parked in a space that was currently unoccupied as the blue minivan drove on ahead. Roxas noticed it was the space beside Roxas' own car, a black Volvo.
"You know these spots are assigned," Roxas said.
"Well that's usually the case with apartment parking," Axel replied sarcastically.
Roxas rolled his eyes and got out of the car. He was about to turn around and thank Axel when he saw the tall red-head step out of the car himself.
"What're you doing?" Roxas asked agitatedly as Axel armed the car, "I don't need an escort."
"Course you don't Roxie," Axel said striding around his car, "You're a big boy-"
"Get back in your car and go home," Roxas cut over him, turning on his heels and preparing to walk on.
Axel only laughed before draping his arm over Roxas (and bending a good deal to do so).
"What's your apartment number?" Axel asked as Roxas swatted his arm away.
"Like I want a maniac like you knowing where I live," Roxas muttered, "You know too much as it is."
Roxas began searching his pockets for his keys.
His heart plummeted when the only thing he found in his pockets was his wallet and a few candy wrappers.
His face obviously did nothing to hide his distress.
"Something wrong?" Axel asked.
Roxas was still feeling around in his pockets frantically, frisking himself.
"I can't find my keys," he whispered loudly, patting down on every square inch of his body in desperation. Then he froze as he remembered he'd left them in Hayner's car. Roxas groaned. "Can this night get any worse?"
'Maybe I'll just kick the door in…'
"How long have you been living here?" Axel suddenly inquired.
Roxas shot him a confused look.
"I don't know, a week?" he replied, "why?"
Roxas rolled his eyes.
"Well look," Roxas began, "Thanks for the ride. Really, I appreciate it, but go home now."
Axel looked as though he were contemplating this for a second.
"Okay," he finally said, and began to walk forward, right past Roxas.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Roxas demanded.
Axel's pace didn't slow as the distance between the two got bigger.
"I'm going home," Axel informed, "I'm apartment seven."
Roxas couldn't really generate a response.
He turned around to notice a big placard with a bold "7" above it.
Hayner and his apartment was eight.
"If you need a place to crash tonight," Axel called over his shoulder, "You know where to find me."
He was reluctant to even accept a ride from this guy, this stranger. But against his better judgment, he had. And it turned out to be a very big mistake. There was absolutely no way he was going to spend the night at the psycho's house. God KNOWS what would happen if he did that…
Roxas watched Axel's back until it turned around a corner and out of sight. Really, what choice did he have? He couldn't go anywhere without his keys.
He might have called up Namine, she had a spare key to his apartment, but she was, and would be for a while, out of town.
Roxas groaned in frustration in the isolated parking lot before running his fingers through his blond spikes.
This was stupid. Roxas wasn't so irresponsible; this was something Hayner would-
Roxas rushed over to his apartment hoping he wouldn't bump into Axel on the way. He didn't, his one stroke of luck that evening.
Roxas skidded to a halt in front of his apartment. Well, it was like the name said, a town house, two stories.
They were all lined up in a huge square shape around a grass clearing. There was a lining of cement around the grass, right in front of the houses, and one side of the courtyard-because that's how Roxas could most accurately label it, there was a sandbox and jungle gym for the children in the complex to play.
Each door was probably spaced out some twenty feet apart, each customized with welcome mats, wind chimes, plants, and the like.
Roxas didn't care one way or the other about the decorations, but Hayner had made a point of outdoing everyone. So every decoration under the sun was on and around the door of apartment eight.
This consisted of two potted plants on either side of the door, a welcome mat, some strange small statues, and a couple of other tacky things.
Roxas began rummaging through all of it.
Hayner was forgetful. Roxas knew this. Hayner knew this. So it would go without saying that Hayner would take precautions against his own idiocy.
Hidden in the soil of the plotted plant on the right, was none other than a copy of the apartment key.
Roxas would have been grateful to Hayner if he hadn't been the one to cause all of this strife in the first place.
Roxas brushed the caked on dirt off of the key and slid it into the hole, never quite appreciating until then the melodious clock an unlocking door makes.
"Oh I see you found your key."
The voice came from behind, that damned voice.
"I did," Roxas lied, not wanting this guy to know there was a spare outside the apartment.
Roxas turned around to see Axel standing in the moonlit courtyard with a handful of mail.
"Goodnight then," Roxas said, turning and opening his door. Roxas went inside without waiting for a response, and closed the door before his damned conscience began kicking him incessantly.
He cracked his door open to see Axel halfway through his own.
"And thanks again," Roxas muttered to the now wide-eyed redhead. Roxas shut the door again and locked it behind him.
"Shit!" Roxas swore under his breath as he ran down the generally empty halls of the physics building. "Shit shit shit shit shit."
First day of the new semester, first day of college as a whole and he was late to class.
Olympus University was one of the hardest schools to be accepted into, and here he was being so nonchalant about it. It was a huge campus too, hard to navigate.
1278, 1280- Ah!
There was his class, room 1282.
Roxas quietly opened the door, prepared to apologize to the professor, only to notice that one had yet to arrive.
The room was made up of a small stage at the front, a desk off to one side and a podium on the other, student desks in ascending rows that faced the black board, located right on the wall behind the stage.
Students were speckled throughout the desks and an uneven scrawl scribble sloppily on the board that read: Advanced Physics, let Roxas know that he was in the right class.
Roxas took a seat in the back of the class, like he'd done for the entirety of his academic career.
Roxas sat beside a rather nerdy looking fellow; slicked back hair, dress shirt, pocket protector, hell the only thing this guy was missing was a pair of thick rimmed glasses.
Upon closer examination, Roxas found that the majority of the class looked quite like the boy next to him.
He and two other people were the most normal looking.
Roxas glanced up at the clock above the white board.
'10:17. Where's the professor?'
As if summonsed by Roxas' thought, the door flew open as a blur rushed to the desk and plopped down a pile of papers and a brief case.
Roxas' jaw could have crashed onto the top of the devil's head himself, with how low it dropped.
The professor before him, in a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and black, loose fitting slacks. He wore ovular spectacles over his brilliantly green eyes, and had his impossibly red hair pulled into a low pony tail; spikes ever prominent.
The tattoos on either of his cheeks became prominent as he shot the class a smile.
"Sorry I'm late," he said apologetically.
'No…' was the only thought Roxas could formulate.
"I slept in a little later than I intended to."
Standing before him was the same lunatic that had driven him home last night.
"I hope you'll forgive me."
The same lunatic that lived next door to him.
"Now let's get down to business."
This lunatic was his physics professor.
"I'm the advanced physics professor-"
Why was fate always spitting in Roxas' face?
"Call me Axel."
Why hello there Axel. P. Yare, yare, I'm perhaps having too much fun, ne? haha. There's a plot there's a plot, you just have to wait a bit for it to surface.
I prolly will update about once every week or so- give or take a day or two. If this changes, I will alert you immijiately. :) Well I'll be going then! Ja! Please send me a shiny review on your way out, and thank you for reading.