I do not own the characters only the story. I'm not making any money from the publication of this here written work. The Room By Kenzie Kennedy The next morning, Washu stood underneath Ryoko's rafter and sighed. Her daughter was such a slug-a-bed. "Hey, Ryoko!" she called. Ryoko groaned and rolled over. Right off the rafter and crashed into the floor. "Hey, what's the big idea?" Ryoko grumbled getting up. Washu spread her hands. "Not my fault. If you were up already, you would have been awake when I called." "What do you want?" Ryoko grumbled, rubbing her head. "We're going to get your gems in order." Washu told her. "We need to go outside." *** Once they were outside, Ryoko was awake enough to ask a very simple question. "Who's going to do the training?" she asked. Washu looked at her like she was being silly. "I am." She said. "Huh? You?" Ryoko said. "Who do you think taught you in the first place? Kagato?" Washu asked. Ryoko looked at the ground. Washu's voice softened. "You really think Kagato taught you how to use your powers?" Ryoko nodded. "Well, he didn't." Washu hid the pain in her voice with gruffness. "All right. Hit the target." Washu pointed to a wooden circle sticking out of the ground. Ryoko fired at it with an energy ball. Washu sighed. "Try to make it smaller next time." The circle had been reduced to splinters. "Like this." Washu fired at another circle. Her beam was as small as a pencil and bored a hole right through the center of the target. Ryoko tried again. *** At lunchtime, they finally went in. Washu patted Ryoko's back. "Hey, you're doing better. Half the target was left this time." "Yeah, I burned off the outer ring and left the inside." Ryoko muttered. "You'll learn." Washu told her. "How about we leave it and start again tomorrow morning?" Ryoko nodded gratefully. *** After lunch Ryoko took a walk through Washu's lab to the house. The garden had already been weeded yesterday so Ryoko just enjoyed the scents of the different flowers. The fuchsia Tenchi had given her hung from the branches of one of the cherry trees so she could sit in the swing and still enjoy it. Ryoko sat in the swing and started to think. Her feelings about Tenchi, her new relationship with Ayeka and Washu, her gardens.... *** So lost in her thoughts that Washu finally had to come and get her for dinner. "Little Ryoko?" she called. Ryoko floated out of the swing and over to her mother. Together they went to dinner. After dinner, Ryoko went back to her garden and her thoughts. *** Washu dressed for bed manually just for fun. She noted that Ryoko was still awake and her thoughts were buzzing at an abnormal rate. She smiled. Must be thinking about Tenchi, she thought as she drifted off to sleep. *** Blinking her eyes, Washu reached for her drink on her bedside table. Her fingers met nothing. She turned to find no glass on the table. Grimacing she got out of bed and went to the kitchen. Washu filled a glass with apple juice and drank it. Yawning, she started toward her bedroom. A loud snore caught her attention and she glanced at the clock. Four o'clock. What was Ryoko doing in the house? She walked up the stairs and paused at Ryoko's bedroom. The snoring wasn't coming from there... Casting a thread of thought out to find her daughter, Washu sighed when the thought returned. Continuing down the hall, Washu found her daughter curled up asleep under the cherry trees. One of the blossoms had rested on her hair and Washu felt a gentle smile come over her face. Her daughter was so lovely. And so stubborn! Washu sighed. Well, what use are goddess powers if I can't use them to pick up my own child? Washu bent over and grasped her child's body. Carrying her down the hall, Washu intended to place her on the couch downstairs. Ryoko started to thrash around a bit as they went by her bedroom. Washu noticed it and sped up. Once they were away from the door, Ryoko calmed down. Washu's brow creased. Curious... Washu continued to the couch and started to place Ryoko down. Ryoko, still sleeping, latched onto her arm and murmured, "Don't leave me." Those words went straight to Washu's heart and she held Ryoko tighter than she had before. Briskly striding out of the living room and down the hall, Washu's bedroom door opened. Ryoko stayed quiet as Washu carried her into the room. Washu sat her down on the bed, then guided her head down to the pillow. Washu summoned one of her nightshirts and Ryoko half-woke as Washu got her into her nightclothes. She dropped right back to sleep. Washu climbed into bed and curled up to her daughter. *** Ryoko stirred. She blinked the blurriness out of her eyes and tried to focus. This isn't a place I know, she thought. And yet... "Mmm," Washu rolled over. "Ryoko?" "What am I doing in your bed?" Ryoko said alarmed. "Well, I must say you're not my choice of a bedmate. I usually prefer 'em blond and above all, male." Washu tried to get the yucky taste out of her mouth. I must remember to grab the orange juice next time. "That's not what I meant!" Ryoko said. "I know what you meant, I chose not to answer you until I had woken up far enough. You fell asleep in the garden again. You always used to fall asleep there, in the living room, anywhere but your own bed. You choose the worst places..." Washu trailed off. "So I picked you up and carried you in here." "How'd I end up in-?" Ryoko pulled her nightshirt away from her. "Is it against your modesty that I undressed my daughter and put her in something so she wouldn't wrinkle her clothes?" Washu said mockingly. "So what were you thinking about all night?" Ryoko fell silent. "Okay, wrong question. Do you want some breakfast?" Washu asked. Again Ryoko was silent, but her stomach growled very loudly. Washu addressed it. "Well, at least I can get some answers out of you." Washu threw the covers out of her way and summoned her clothes to her. The nightshirt fell to the floor while the clothes came to her. The door opened on its own and Washu marched out to fix breakfast. She called over her shoulder, "Don't lay in bed too long, Ryoko!" *** Washu took a carton of eggs, a little bacon, and the orange juice out of the refrigerator. She contemplated for a moment, then grabbed the hot sauce too. The skillet heated up and Washu started to crack eggs for an omelet. "Don't do that." Washu glanced up to look at Ryoko. "You don't like eggs anymore?" she asked idly. "Don't put me somewhere and not wake me up. I didn't know where I was." Ryoko said as she hopped up on a stool. "If you didn't know where you were, then how did you get into my lingerie?" Washu asked contemplating the eggs. Ryoko said, "Er, um, ahem..." Washu dashed hot sauce into the skillet. "You're putting that in eggs?!" "Don't change the subject, Ryoko, or I'll get out the wasabi, too." Washu grinned. "I was walking down the hall and I leaned against a section of it. It fell in." Ryoko explained. Washu grimaced. "So the avoidance alarm doesn't work anymore." At Ryoko's confused look, she sighed. "After that little episode where I took pictures, I put an avoidance alarm on it so you couldn't get into my closet through that way. I'll have to check the warranty on that thing. Can't have you worrying Tenchi with my lingerie." "Hey!" Ryoko squawked. Washu speared a bit of egg with a fork and popped it in her mouth. Ryoko shrieked and gestured for something to drink. Washu poured her a glass of orange juice lazily and handed it to her. Ryoko drained the cup. Washu laughed. Ring, Ring! "Yes?" Washu called out. "Dr. Washu?" a female's voice asked. "Yes, Chiro. How are you this morning?" Washu asked the young woman. "I'm fine. Dad wanted me to call and ask if it was okay for him to use the portal to come over soon. His classes were cancelled today for some reason." Washu thought about this for half a moment. "Sure, he's welcome! I'm going to be in the main lab today." "Sure, I'll tell him." Chiro said. "Hey, Chiro, guess who's in the house right now?" Washu asked. "Ryoko." "Hi, Ryoko! Why didn't you speak up?" Chiro carolled. Washu winked at her daughter and continued to make breakfast. "I didn't know how Washu had her telephone system rigged up." Ryoko said. "Well," Chiro giggled, "now you do. Where'd you put my present in your room?" Ryoko didn't answer. "Ryoko, are you still there?" "Chiro-" Ryoko began. How did she explain to her best friend that she was timid about going into her old room? It held so many memories... "She can't bear to tell you that she hasn't cleaned her room for five thousand years." Washu interceded. Chiro laughed. "That's our old Ryoko! Oops, I've got to go for my first class. I'll talk to you later, Ryoko! Bye, Dr. Hakubi!" The click of the phone was audible. Washu slid a plate of eggs over to Ryoko and started to eat hers out of the skillet while frying up some bacon. "After breakfast I want to start training in the lab. You'll do less damage there with the stuff I have planned." *** Outside the lab, it was already late morning. Everyone had already eaten breakfast. Tenchi was with his grandfather learning the art of swordfighting. Sasami and Ryo-ohki were playing in Ryoko's garden again. The house in the garden was filled with little treasures like pretty stones, origami paper, and cranes. Mihoshi was in her ship sending return messages to people who hadn't heard from her in weeks. Ayeka was taking a walk. She walked across the lake to where Funaho rested. Sitting on a rock, she stared into the water. Someone will be for me, she reassured herself. But when?, her heart cried. *** "So, Ryoko, have you got it?" Washu asked. "No, not at all!" Ryoko said crossly. "I haven't even gotten the precision thing and now you want to try something new?" "Not new, just a variation of forming your energy sword." Washu wheedled. Ryoko sighed. "Explain it again then," Ryoko said resigned to her fate. *** "Princess Ayeka," a voice spoke from the water. Ayeka looked up. "Tsunami," she said calmly. Tsunami smiled at her. "I have a favor to ask of you." Ayeka nodded. "I did not think I would be a welcome addition to my niece's party-" "Niece?" Ayeka asked. "Ryoko, Washu's child. My niece. I didn't want to interrupt what promised to be an intimate affair with a goddess appearing. No one knows that Washu is one of the three goddesses." Tsunami paused for a breath. "My favor is could you deliver a present for me to her?" Ayeka smiled. Ryoko had a goddess for an aunt. "Of course," she spoke. *** "Okay, Ryoko, try again." Washu said patiently. Ryoko growled and formed her energy sword again. Just a plain red stick with no ornamentation. "No, Ryoko, like the picture!" Washu said pointing to a picture on the wall of a Juraian sword. *** Dr. Krugel watched from the shadows. Washu was being a little uncautious not to have some sort of protection around her, but he supposed Ryoko was skilled enough not to cut her mother to ribbons. *** "Ah, just like you Ryoko. Never could get anything right. Always buried in math books because that was the only thing you ever did get right. I even had to bribe Lady Areta to buy that pitiful excuse for a garden." Washu spit out at Ryoko. "Maybe I should absolve my experiment right now." The gems started to glow on Washu's wrist. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!" Ryoko shouted. The red energy sword sprouted from her hand and grew longer. It started to fluctuate wildly. The sword extinguished itself. Ryoko stared aghast at her mother. "M- mother?" she whispered. Washu lay on the ground a huge gaping hole in her midsection. Dr. Krugel rushed forward. "Washu!" he cried out. She laid still on the ground, blood seeping around her. Ryoko fell to her knees and started to cry. Dr. Krugel jumped over to her and patted her back. "It wasn't your fault dear." "Yes, it was!" Ryoko gasped. "No, it wasn't. She was trying to make you angry. She should have had some armor on like when she first trained you." Dr. Krugel tried to console her. Ryoko cried and cried. "NO!" she yelled. Standing up straight, she called out, "Tsunami!" The youngest goddess appeared. "Yes, Ryoko? What would cause you such anguish as to call for me?" Ryoko looked at the floor. Tsunami followed her gaze. She started to chuckle. "Ryoko, there's no trouble. None at all. Good-bye." Tsunami disappeared. Washu pushed herself up on her arms. "Did you get the number of that truck?" she said weakly. Ryoko ran to her. "Mom!" She stopped short of Washu. "What?" Washu asked. Ryoko pointed. Washu looked at her middle. "Oh. I brought it on myself, didn't I?" Summoning her gems to her hand, she placed her left hand over the wound which was about a foot in diameter almost severing her. The flesh knit itself back together. The gems disappeared. Ryoko hugged her mother. "Come on, you didn't think that would kill me did you?" Washu hugged her daughter. "It should have. What technology have you developed?" Dr. Krugel asked wanly. Washu let go of her daughter to look at her old friend. She sighed. She'd have to tell him and hoped he understood. There wasn't any way to explain this away. "Why did Ryoko call out for Tsunami? Why did Tsunami come here? At Ryoko's request? How did you heal yourself?" The questions poured out of Dr. Krugel's mouth. "Come on, old friend. Let's sit down and talk." Washu's chairs and table with umbrella popped up. "Ryoko?" Ayeka called into the lab. "Ryoko, why don't you go see to Ayeka and I'll explain to Arram." Washu asked her daughter. Ryoko nodded and jogged off. Washu faced her friend. "Arram," she began, "when I registered at the academy I truly thought myself fully human. In the past month and some days, I've realized that I'm not." "There are non-humans in the galaxy." Dr. Krugel reminded her. "The far reaches of space." "Nope. I'm not of that class." Washu sighed. "In the beginning, before time began, there were three goddesses who aren't in the record. Tokimi, Washu, and Tsunami are the names of those goddesses." The shock registered physically on Dr. Krugel's face. "Tokimi is evil, Tsunami is good, and Washu is an equal mix. Both and neither. Tokimi took over races and they turned bad. To counteract this, Tsunami took the Juraians to create balance. Tokimi and Tsunami pressured me to take a race for different reasons of course. Tokimi wanted a race to see which race was the most powerful. Tsunami wanted me to take a race to counteract Tokimi's evil." Washu summoned glasses and drink. "I refused." Washu poured herself a drink. "I registered at the academy and wiped my memories. I retained my intelligence but not all the answers of the universe. And I do have most of them. A few weeks ago to save my daughter, Tsunami told me to summon my gems from Ryoko to me. Once I did that my memories returned. Since that time, Tokimi has forced me to take the Earth as my planet, a minor god named Balar has challenged me, and one of my oldest friends has found out that I'm an elder goddess. Needless to say I've had a busy couple of weeks." Washu sipped her drink. "Any questions?" "You are sitting there and telling me that the person who helped me raise my daughter is an elder goddess?" Dr. Krugel said calmly. Washu considered it and nodded. "Washu, has it occurred to you that you may have hallucinated this?" Washu narrowed her eyes. "Oh, so you want proof?" Washu expanded her size until the ceiling couldn't take anymore. "What's that? You've learned how to resize your body. You did that ages ago." Dr. Krugel pointed out. Washu rolled her eyes. "You know that equation that's baffled scientists for years? Ralfor's? The answer is 3." Dr. Krugel immediately said, "I believe you. Washu the goddess." He grinned. "Do I need to pray to you now?" Washu shook her head. "No, but the goddess Washu needs help. I don't want anyone to know that I'm a goddess. All of the stuff I do can be explained away in the face of people who don't know my experiments personally. Promise you won't tell anyone." Dr. Krugel nodded. "Does that include Chiro?" "Do you really think you'd convince her that her surrogate mother is an elder goddess and her playmate is the daughter of a goddess?" Washu asked ironically. Dr. Krugel sighed and drank. *** Ayeka had delivered Tsunami's present and asked the same question Chiro had. "Where did you put your gifts?" Ryoko looked at the wall. "I do have a room in the house, you know." "Oh, that's nice." Ayeka said. "Are we going to work on the ship garden today?" Ryoko, glad of the switch in conversation, nodded. The two walked through the lab and into the house. Ryoko had made sure to switch on the spaceship garden and not Her garden. As they walked up the stairs and around the bend, Ryoko pointed to a door. "That's my room." She said dispassionately. "Is it a pretty room?" Ayeka asked politely. Ryoko hesitated. I need to talk to someone about it, she thought. Ryoko said, "I don't know." Ayeka looked at her confused. "Why wouldn't you know?" "I don't know, because I can't remember it. I haven't been in since I regained my memories." Ryoko explained. "Why?" "It's like a chick going back in the egg. What if I go in there, into my special place at fifteen, and don't feel at home? What if it's wonderful in there and it's not inside me?" Ryoko pressed a hand to her chest. Ayeka began to walk down the hall and Ryoko fell in behind her. "I know what you mean. Tenchi has obviously chosen you even if he hasn't said so. Do I stay here or go back to my palace? Will it feel like going back to somewhere where I do not fit in? Or do I stay here and wait for my chosen to find me?" The two girls walked into the garden and all thoughts were gone as they plotted where to plant seeds and plants. *** That night, Ryoko sat on the roof. Her thoughts were clouded, but she was making slow progress. She split the problems up and began to think about them one by one. The first one was Tenchi. A soft smile came over her lips. Their relationship, as she finally admitted to herself, was just in its first stages. So much could go wrong, so much she could mess up without knowing what she did. "Ryoko?" Tenchi called from the side of the house. "Mind if I come up?" "No, come on up, Tenchi." Ryoko said in a mild voice. Tenchi swung his legs over the edge of the roof. "Is something wrong?" he asked. Ryoko paused. "Just lots of things to think about." She finally said. Tenchi moved closer to her, so close he could feel her heat radiating from her body. His hand rested slightly on hers. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. "Well, as always, the first problem is you." Tenchi glanced down. "I know. I still haven't chosen, have I?" Ryoko looked at him shrewdly. "Have you kissed any of the other girls?" He shook his head. "Have you gone on dates with any of the other girls?" He shook his head again. Her voice softened. "Then I think you've chosen, Tenchi." The look on his face was pure anguish. Her voice caught in her throat. "Of course, you can always choose one of the others..." "No, no, it's not that." Tenchi assured her. "It's just that they'll all be hurt." Ryoko sighed. "Have you noticed a general change in the atmosphere lately? Washu's out of the lab more spending time with all of us, Mihoshi's becoming a bit more interested in things like TV and answering messages and helping out, Ayeka and I aren't fighting, Sasami's the same." Tenchi considered this. "Yes, they have been different, haven't they?" "They know you've chosen. Do you think Ayeka would have stood there and let me hug you yesterday if she knew you hadn't chosen me already?" Ryoko offered for his thoughts. "Ayeka! She'll be hurt." Tenchi began to get up. "Tenchi, I'm not done yet." Tenchi sat down. "She's asked Washu if there's anyone who will return her love. Washu has used her goddess powers and said that there will be someone that she'll meet in anywhere from a month to a few years. That's why she's so happy lately. She knows that her search will be over soon." Tenchi sighed. "I'm happy for her." Ryoko continued on. "So the next problem is Washu. Do I treat her like I have been or like I really am her daughter? That's a minor problem to me, though. I'm already sorting out a middle ground. I can't act like that fifteen-year-old. I wouldn't even know where to start. But I can't act nasty to her anymore." She paused. "Well, no more than any other daughter." She grinned. Her grin slid off her face as she confronted the third problem. "The third problem is complicated. Ayeka wonders if she ought to go back to her planet to wait for her destined. But she's afraid to go back to her palace. She's thinking that it might be like a chick going back to the old nest. It wouldn't be home to her anymore." "That's not true. Home is always home to you." Tenchi argued. "So she can always go back to the palace and it will be home. She has a choice of which she prefers. Or she could have both." Ryoko applied this quickly to her own problem. She could have her private room and her outside world. "Of course she can have both. You don't cut off one part of your life and devote all your time to one thing or place. Ayeka can feel comfortable here and also have contact with her old home." Tenchi explained. Ryoko nodded. "So why don't you go tell her that she's welcome to stay here as long as she wants?" Tenchi nodded. "Just as soon as I have my goodnight kiss." He leaned toward Ryoko and they shared a kiss. Ryoko's eyes were soft as they parted. "Well, goodnight." Tenchi scrambled off the roof. Ryoko shook her head fondly. That's Tenchi, chosen or not. *** Ryoko stayed on the roof most of the night. The stars twinkled and shone down on her still figure. They reassured her. Go on, Ryoko, they seemed to say. We'll be here for you no matter what. Ryoko chuckled. The stars and Tenchi. *** It was about three in the morning when Ryoko crept inside the Masaki house. Washu's lab door opened for her without a squeak. She flew through the lab and paused at the entrance to her house. She opened the door silently and walked slowly through the living room. She walked up the stairs and around the bend. Ryoko stared at the door. She walked toward the door... And bypassed it to step into her garden. The garden looked beautiful under the simulated moonlight. Ryoko stepped toward the swing and sat down. Holding onto one of the strings with both hands she gazed down at the ground. Was it really worth it? Seeing her past... Ryoko snorted. This is just a room. Stop being so silly. It's your room. Do you think that you at fifteen would have prohibited you from seeing it now? Ryoko suddenly had a picture of herself at fifteen teasing her now about being afraid of her then. Ryoko smiled and got up. She walked to the door of her room and sighed. Gathering her courage, she laid a hand on the doorknob and turned. The door swung open and Ryoko forced herself to take a step inside. It was dark inside. "Lights," Ryoko asked. Lights came on in the room, illuminating all her precious objects. Ryoko walked lightly to her bed that was in the center of the room. She sat down on it. Sadly, she looked about the room. There was nothing here she remembered. Her fist came down on the bedspread. Why couldn't she remember anything? Where are you from? She silently asked the bedspread. Her memories played out before her. The bedspread was blue with lavender threads going through it that shimmered. She had begged Washu to buy it for her complaining that her old one was so threadbare. It had been a few days before she had come home from school to find it on her bed. She had immediately run to Washu and gave her the biggest hug ever. Ryoko rubbed the comforter. It was still so pretty after all those years. Her eyes narrowed. She had asked and her memories had come back to her. What if-? Ryoko stood up and walked to a huge bureau with a round mirror on it. Where are you from? She asked. The memory that came up was Washu giving it to Ryoko from her bedroom when Ryoko was older, perhaps twelve years old. Next she went to a poster of a guy named Abekar. Placing a finger on it, she asked it where it had come from. She had a memory of Chiro and her skipping class to go to a movie and immediately going to buy matching posters of this man. Ryoko floated around the room, touching objects and asking for memories. There was her jewelry box and where all the pieces had come from. In her closet, her clothes told her fantastic stories of what she had done. How she had gone with Washu to academy functions and worn this dress or that, what her 15th birthday had been like, places she had gone with Chiro, etc. Her music collection told her what type of music she liked. Ryoko longed to play it, but she thought she'd wake up Washu. Her movie collection and her TV wanted to be played after so long, but she denied them for the same reason. Finally, Ryoko came to all of her little things. She toyed with the silken fabric that came from a princess's hat. So, Ryoko thought, I liked to play princess. She had a computer in her room that she had just started up. While it was working, Ryoko looked around. On her desk, she found a thick stack of varied stationary and on top of that was an address book. Flipping through it, Ryoko quickly shut it and placed it back on top of the stationary. How many people are dead in there? She thought to herself. The computer screen had popped up and Ryoko looked at the various icons. The normal ones were all there, systems analysis stuff, a music player, and- Ryoko's eyes narrowed. Math, said the icon. Ryoko clicked on it and started to read through the problem she had been working on all those years ago. Several times she had to go back and remember something but in the end she solved it. Ryoko sat back in the chair. So, I still remember how to do things. Bizarre. Ryoko floated back to her bed. The pillows were light blue to match the radiant blue bedspread with the violet threads. The posts were made of a dark wood and fabric swung from post to post and hung down at the ends. Ryoko laid in bed and thought about this room. There wasn't really anything to be scared of, she thought. It is my room still. She regarded the postered walls. Those are going to have to go. Ryoko caught herself. I just came in this room and I want to tear it up?! Ryoko snorted. Of course! I used to rearrange things all the time. Ryoko tapped her chin. I wonder where Washu put the recorder? I'll make a tape of this room before I tear it up so I can remember everything. Ryoko exited the room. Coming back, she video-taped the room and slid the tape into her collection. She floated back downstairs to return the machine to the video room. Upstairs in her room, Ryoko looked it over. The posters can be rolled up and stored. But what will I replace them with? Ryoko grinned. Tenchi, of course! I'll find the photograph albums and make posters of them! And all the stuff Washu put into storage I can put in here once I put some of the old stuff away. Ryoko looked at her clock. Wow! I've been in here for four hours? So it's seven o'clock now and Washu ought to be up anyway. Ryoko got a mischievous look on her face. *** "Good morning, Mom! Isn't it a wonderful day?" Ryoko carolled into Washu's room. Washu's eyes snapped open. "Ryoko!" "Yes, that is my name as you well know. You gave it to me." Ryoko sashayed into the room, carrying a tray full of breakfast. She sat it down on Washu's nightstand. "Oh, dear sweet mother, where did you put all my birthday presents? Tell me and I'll give you the antidote to the breakfast I made." Washu's eyes bugged out at Ryoko. She's gone nuts. My daughter has gone insane. Washu looked at the breakfast tray. But that does look pretty good... "I put them in the storage hole. You can access it from upstairs." Washu began. "Near the garden. Oh, so that's what that panel is for. Got it, thank you Mom!" Ryoko chirped. She leaned in, kissed her mom on the cheek, and ran off. Washu gazed where she had left for a while, shook her head in amazement, and reached for her breakfast. *** I do love it when people tell me what they like specifically in a story so I can know if it had the impact I wanted. But I also like the ones that just tell me it was good, too. Pikabit, you're killing me because I don't have an address to write you back to. I am good about replying to reviews and if you'd like, give me your email address and I'll tell you when a new chapter goes up. Thank you!