The Unexpected Twist of Fate by Pseudomonas

The Impossibles.

Glossary:

kusarigama - the sickle-chain weapon that Kohaku uses. Sorry for the lack of better description.

ane-ue - respectful way of addressing one's elder sister

chichi-ue - respectful way of addressing one's father

ani-ue - respectful way of addressing one's elder brother

ano - excuse me/erm

taijiya - youkai exterminator (sounds like Ghost busters eh?)

Kikyou-oneesama - this is the way that Kaede address Kikyou as her elder sister.

imouto - younger sister

otouto - younger brother

Shikon no kakkera - Shikon shards

naru hodo - i see/so that is it

kekai - barrier

akai Tessaiga - red Tessaiga (the form that can break and push through barriers, courtesy of Shiori)

onegai - please

gomen ne - sorry (casual)

houshi - buddhist monk

saya - sheath for sword/katana

demo - but

neko - cat

soshite - and then

nani - what

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Kohaku looked at the stiff back of the undead miko as they walked silently on the snow-covered well-trodden path to the village. Kikyou had not mentioned a single word ever since she had returned, even though her face looked paler than usual. Her grim tight lips indicated that she was not in the best mood and it was in his best interests not to ask questions.

This, he had learnt while he was pretending to serve Naraku and Hakudoushi.

Not that Kikyou would harm him, but somehow he did not feel that there was a real relationship between the undead miko and him. They had came together for a purpose; she wanted the shard in his back for revenge, and he needed her purifying powers to kill Naraku. To put it bluntly, they were merely using each other, in a nice way. Like a symbiotic relationship between animals and parasites, "mutually beneficial".

In addition, she was a powerful miko, dead or alive, and he did not wish to get into her bad side. Kikyou could have forcefully taken the shard out from him, but she did not. This indicated that she had a shred of humanity in her soul, and the kindness that she had bestowed upon him was more than enough. Kohaku wanted nothing more than to personally witness the demise of Naraku. Even though he knew that it was impossible, but at least he was given the opportunity to participate. And he would be able to live as long as possible, until he meets the devil himself in the Netherworld.

Still, he could not help but to think about what had happened between Kikyou and Kagome. The two shared such striking resemblances that he wondered for a moment whether they could be sisters. But they were rather different too, from the look of their eyes. Kikyou's eyes were dead, cold and empty, as if she was devoid of anything. Kagome's eyes were alive, warm and open, as if her emotions were threatening to pour out from her very inner soul.

Kohaku felt immense guilt towards Kagome as her frightened look re-appeared in his mind. He had almost killed her with his kusarigama that time, when he was still under Naraku's control. If not for Sango and Inuyasha, his hands would be tainted again with another innocent's blood. He recalled that Kagome had been very nice to him, taking care of him like a younger brother. He also knew that Sango was very close to Kagome, from the occasional times that he accidentally bumped into his ane-ue and her group. Sometimes he felt a little left out and lonely, not knowing who were the people that his ane-ue traveled with nor the things that happened among them. But wishing to be by his ane-ue's side was no good at all.

Revenge was more important. Atonement for his sins was more important. His ane-ue's safety and happiness were of utmost importance. His personal happiness and desires were not. He had lost his right to such things when he personally killed his chichi-ue.

He rubbed his nose a little and glanced to the side, he recognized this village. It seemed to be Kikyou's hometown. His gaze flitted back to the miko in front of him, her back was firm and straight as she continued to take her languid steps down the gentle slope. Kohaku wondered to himself again why Kikyou had returned to her birthplace.

"Kikyou-sama?"

She stopped in her tracks, but did not turn her head around as she adjusted her straw hat.

Kohaku remained behind, "ano... why are we here?"

Kikyou brushed the snow off her shoulder coverings and continued her descent, "to confirm something."

The young taijiya nodded thoughtfully and resumed his heavy footsteps. No more questions would be raised.

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Kaede took her time to straighten her back as she hung the ladle beside the iron pot and resumed her position. Inuyasha and the rest loved her vegetable stew, and she always made it a point to prepare it when they were back from their tiring and dangerous missions. Even though Inuyasha always complained that it was meatless.

A smile crossed her wrinkled and heavily lined face as she rested her hands on her laps, watching the stew simmer to perfection with one eye. Sounds of footsteps approached her small neat hut, and Kaede thought it strange not to hear the loud hanyou's yells and shouts for food. "I must be getting old and hard of hearing..."

"Inuyasha ka?"

When the straw curtain was lifted away to reveal the visitors, the elderly miko's small eyes widened.

"Kikyou-oneesama!" Kaede greeted her undead ane-ue respectfully. That was how she had addressed her when she was young, and it would not change even if she was older than Kikyou now. But the admiration and deep respect she had once held for her ane-ue had disappeared. It was rare for Kikyou to pay her a visit, she could count with one hand the number of times she had returned to their hut and it was always for a reason.

"Kaede," Kikyou took a seat down and gestured to the taijiya to wait outside the hut. Kohaku bowed obediently and took his watch outside, inwardly hoping that they would leave before Inuyasha and the rest returned. He really did not want to see his ane-ue now; he was afraid that his determination might wane if Sango persuaded him to stay with her. On the other hand, he very much longed to see and hug his ane-ue. He thought to himself that he would give anything in this world, to see her face again before he dies.

Kaede's beady eyes followed the young boy as he disappeared behind the straw curtain, and returned to her undead visitor.

"That boy... he's Kohaku?"

Kikyou nodded her head and fixed her cold stare back at her imouto, "I have questions for you."

The elderly miko stared at her brown thick stew and sighed inwardly, Kikyou's tone had not changed a single bit from the time she had been resurrected by Urasue. It pained her heart actually, to see her unable to leave this world without a worry and rest in peace. "Is it about Inuyasha?"

The undead miko's eyes softened a little at the mention of his name, "iie. It's Kagome."

Kaede looked up in surprise at her sudden interest in her reincarnate, "Kagome?"

"I do not know everything about her."

"She is your reincarnate, this you know," Kaede replied carefully.

Kikyou paused for a while, "what is her origins?"

"Origins?" Kaede lifted her sparse grayish eyebrows up a little.

"She does not seem to be a native, she dresses differently, talks differently."

"Ah..." Kaede nodded her head knowingly, not wanting to continue the conversation as she took the ladle and poured a bowl of stew for her ane-ue.

Kikyou narrowed her eyes a little, Kaede was avoiding, unwilling to answer her.

"Kaede, do you not see me as your ane-ue anymore?"

She sighed softly and placed the bowl of stew on the wooden floor. "Kikyou-oneesama, what do you wish to know?"

"Her origins," Kikyou remained absolutely motionless.

Kaede closed her eyes in defeat, knowing that Kikyou would not leave until she had gotten her answer. She did not understand why, but it was no point asking why. Kikyou never let her in on her plans nor her motives. "Kagome is not born in our time, but five hundred years from now."

The undead miko's eyes rounded. She had never expected this.

"How did she come back then?"

"Through the Bone Eater's Well, it was the Shikon no Tama that brought her back here."

"She can travel through time easily?"

"Aa, as long as she has the Shikon no kakkera with her."

Kikyou's lips tightened. If she was unable to retrieve her soul, then perhaps she could send Kagome back to her time, for good. "I see, and Inuyasha knows?"

Kaede nodded her head, "aa. Inuyasha is also the only one who can go to her time, without the Shikon no kakkera though."

A slight frown appeared on the undead miko's face, it seemed that sending Kagome back to her time was not good enough. Perhaps the well should be destroyed too. The best solution was of course to eliminate Kagome from the face of this earth, completely. It was unnerving, disturbing, and upsetting to see your reincarnate face-to-face. Not to mention that she was hanging around the love of her life, and that Inuyasha probably loved her back too.

"Naru hodo," Kikyou repeated again.

Kaede could not help but to feel a little worried for the young girl's safety, "Kikyou-oneesama. Why do you ask?"

"I saw her yesterday," she answered honestly.

"Impossible! She is back in her time, and if she is back, she would visit us."

Kikyou raised her right eyebrow, her imouto seemed to like her reincarnate a lot. "She was with Sesshoumaru."

Kaede thought that her hearing might have indeed failed her, but retained her composed look and asked again, "Sesshoumaru? Inuyasha no ani-ue?"

Kikyou nodded her head and the memories of her numerous failed attempts at Kagome's life flashed past her mind. She hated Kagome; she took everything away from her, and that everything was in the form of Inuyasha. Did Kagome know how much she loved Inuyasha? Did she know how much she had sacrificed for Inuyasha? Did she know how much tears and pain she had went through for Inuyasha? She hated Inuyasha too, with a passion that drove her useless, lifeless clay body on. He had betrayed her again, for her sub-standard reincarnate. No matter how many times he had promised her that he would go to the Netherworld with her, the look in his eyes when he glanced at Kagome gave him away.

He loved Kagome, and she was sure that if he had a choice, he would prefer to stay alive with Kagome. But she knew that Inuyasha had a strong sense of responsibility and would not shirk away. He had let her down, and she had paid for it with her life. She thought that it would not matter, as long as Inuyasha agreed to spend the rest of his life with her in Hell. But no, she wanted Inuyasha to think only of her, to love only her, to protect only her. She hated, to share her possessions with someone else. She was meant for him, and him for her. It was like this fifty years ago, and it would not change for the rest of eternity. And Kagome had something that she did not have when she was alive: genuine care and concern from real friends.

Kaede locked her jaw firmly and thought hard. Kikyou had no reason to deceive her, but Kagome had no reason to be with Sesshoumaru either. Even if she had tried to imagine the possibility that Kagome decided to give up on Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru was the last person that she thought Kagome would turn to. Had the girl no common sense? Was there no limit to her courage? Or had she simply lost her mind? Kaede frowned a little, Kagome must have had her reasons.

"Kikyou-oneesama, is Kagome alright then?"

The undead miko narrowed her black round eyes until they were almost slits, "she is not dead."

Kaede looked at her ane-ue and shuddered inwardly at her pause and ambiguous answer. "Has Sesshoumaru harmed her then?"

Kikyou got up from her seat and turned towards the entrance, "they are close. Kaede, I must leave."

The elderly miko opened her mouth, but she did not have her chance to continue her questions.

"Kohaku! Kikyou!!!" Inuyasha sighted the young taijiya outside Kaede's hut and sped to them as fast as he could. Miroku and Shippou were stunned at Kikyou's sudden appearance but promptly gave chase after Sango who had already flown down on Kirara.

Kohaku's eyes widened as he saw his ane-ue riding on Kirara to him. No, he could not let her see him. No.

"Kikyou-sama!" He turned around and Kikyou had at that moment flipped up the straw curtain and took a step out. Her eyes rounded a little in surprise when she saw her beloved hanyou rushing down to her in his usual red kimono. If it was the past, she would have smiled. But it was not, and she frowned. A light purplish kekai was instantly erected around them and the hut.

Inuyasha banged hard on the almost invisible kekai while Sango's eyes were brimming with tears as she stood helplessly outside the impenetrable kekai, "Kohaku..." Inuyasha took out the transformed akai Tessaiga and aimed it at the translucent barrier, "Sango, step aside!"

Miroku pulled the trembling female taijiya to the side while Shippou hopped onto the houshi's shoulders, "Inuyasha!"

The hanyou swung the red shining Tessaiga down on the kekai, but was promptly pushed back by the sheer force of it.

"Kikyou!! Let me in! I want to speak to you!" Inuyasha shouted, he had not seen Kikyou for so long and he wondered why she had erected her kekai. He knew that Kikyou had taken a part of Midoriko's soul, and it was impossible to break through Midoriko's kekai. Still, he had to try. He had so much to tell her, too.

"Kohaku! Onegai, come back!" Sango could not control her emotions anymore and sobbed, while Miroku wrapped his arms around her shoulders and tried to hold her back from approaching them. It was useless to try anyway, not even Kagome could go through Midoriko's kekai.

Kikyou's black eyes remained impassive as she stared at the commotion in front of her. Her heart was dead, nothing burned inside except her hatred for this world. An undead being walking on the living earth, there was nothing that she could enjoy or pleasure herself with. She had died in hatred, and she would resurrect in hatred. The only other emotion that she could feel was her love. And she loved Inuyasha as much as she hated him. She never knew that one could love and hate someone at the same time, until now. And to such a degree, with such an unholy fiery passion.

"Inuyasha, I have not come for you," Kikyou turned and looked up to the light gray skies. Yes, her world was all gray. No more extremes like black or white, devoid of the rest of the wonderful colors that living humans experience. Her Shinidama Chuu responded to her call, and soon passed through the kekai, wounding themselves gently yet firmly around their mistress and the young ningen boy.

"Kohaku!" Sango stretched out her arms and cried out loud, Kirara lifted her head to the skies and growled sadly.

"Ane-ue... gomen ne..." Kohaku whispered out softly as he felt his legs leaving the ground. He brushed away the tears from his eyes, he would not cry in front of his elder sister. He would be as brave as her, as strong as her. He needed to take his revenge, and he reminded himself of his goal every minute. It was the last thing that he could do for her. His last kin.

"Sango..." Miroku tightened his hold over his love, inwardly cursing himself for suggesting to return earlier. All would have been well and good if they had not bumped into Kikyou and Kohaku. Fate, it was all Fate. Working around them, playing with their feelings, as if they were nothing but pawns on a game of boring chess. Even though he was a houshi and ascribed to its teachings, he could not help but to think like this sometimes. Fate had given him Kazaana, a powerful yet suicidal weapon. Fate had allowed him to meet Sango, but yet unable to continue the relationship further. He hated Fate, sometimes. He felt useless and helpless most of the time.

Inuyasha sheathed Tessaiga back to the saya and dashed forward to Kikyou and Kohaku without a word, intending to follow after them as far as possible. Shippou shouted out, irked that the hanyou had gone after the undead miko again, "Inuyasha!!"

"Miroku, let me go! I want to get Kohaku back!" Sango tried to shrug her shoulders away from the houshi, but Miroku held onto her firmly. "Sango! We will never be able to get through Midoriko's kekai!"

"Demo..." Sango buried her face into her hands. How could she allow Kohaku to sacrifice himself?! He was her only and last kin left, her only otouto. She could not understand why Kohaku wanted to give up on his life, was there nothing else that he could look forward to? To hold on to? What about their sibling-relationship? Was it not precious enough?

Miroku felt his heart heavy with lead as he hugged the crying taijiya tightly in his arms. There was nothing he could do for his good friend, nor the woman he loved. He cursed Fate. "Sango..." He could only call out her name, there was also nothing he could say to comfort her too. How many times had she encountered her otouto, only to end up more heart-broken and helpless?

Shippou looked sadly at Sango and then to Miroku's half-lidded violet eyes. He really hated such situations. "Kirara..." The kitsune turned to the fire-neko who had untransformed back to her original kitten size. Even Kirara's mewling sounded sad. And Inuyasha was nowhere to be seen, again.

"Children, come into the hut," Kaede turned back into her thatched hut, sighing inwardly at another day gone awry.

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Byakuya folded his arms lazily as he looked up to the sky. It was gray today, with small puffy clouds. A small bird flew past him, and he was contemplating on whether to catch it when he felt Kanna shifting beside him. The bird vanished from his line of view as he turned and looked at the nihility youkai, "Kanna?"

There was no response from her. Perhaps he should enlarge the lotus leaf they were sitting on.

His mind returned to the incident that happened several days ago, and he let out a long breath. "That was dangerous..." The thought of a part of his soul attached to Kanna's mirror was not comforting at all. Even though she had promised that it would be returned to him once their mission was completed, but he was not foolish enough to take her words for it. As far as he could remember, agreements between youkai were never kept properly. One could only trust and depend on oneself. It was naivety anyway, to believe that one could overturn Naraku. He had created them, the most powerful youkai from the masses that he had discarded and determined not good enough for his own body.

Byakuya sighed inwardly. He had gotten himself into a big, big mess.

There were days that he thought of fleeing away from the puppeteer; but he was sure that Naraku would be able to locate him. There were days when he thought of turning against his master; but he was sure that Naraku would be a step ahead of him.

Either way, he would end up dead meat. Just like one of his predecessors, although he could not help but to admire Kagura for her outrageous bravery and foolish thinking. She had not been able to conceal her desires, nor cover her footprints. Too obvious, too impatient. How could anyone with any brains rush such things?

Naraku was no fool, he knew that very well. Kagura had been used to the full extent, to the very last minute. It was expected of him, really. He would have done the very same thing himself, if anyone were to betray him. Who would not? He propped his chin on his right knuckles and stared ahead, knowing that Kanna's mirror would direct them to Inuyasha and his group. He was not sure whether he wanted to join forces with her, not that he had a choice. He merely did not want to remain as a 'dog'. In fact, he was rather happy in a twisted way. He had his 'freedom', and Naraku had not threatened him, yet. He had no misgivings towards Inuyasha and the rest, nor would he understand Naraku's obsession with the damned jewel.

But, it was fun.

Yes, it was exhilarating to play around with their lives. It was exciting to play the game, to chase them around like cats after mice. Life is a game, was it not? The only thing that irritated him was his lifespan. He wanted to continue with this game as long as possible. But his mere existence could be wiped out by Naraku in an instant. Anytime.

That, was not fun.

Add Kanna to it, and the game almost become distasteful. The nihility youkai was just like Naraku, using him as a pawn to pave the way for her. He hated it. He wanted to be the cat, not the mouse-trap. Or better still, the master who owned the cat.

Byakuya pursed his lips and frowned. He needed to think, and not to daydream anymore of the 'what ifs'. Kanna had provided a plan and 'offered' partnership, but he need not necessarily follow her, even though she had a handle on him. Surely, there was a way to wriggle out of this, and perhaps, turn the whole situation to his advantage. Yes, nothing was impossible. He was powerful in his own right, and much more intelligent and patient than any of his predecessors, even Hakudoushi. If only he could rid himself of both Naraku and Kanna.

A sly smile appeared on his face as he peered to his left at the expressionless Kanna, his chin still propped on his right hand. The level of difficulty would increase, but it would make the game much more interesting and challenging. Byakuya's gaze returned to the skies, deciding that it was time, to use his brains for once.

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Miroku stared at the bowl of vegetarian stew in his hands, quite unable to eat it. It smelled delicious, looked delicious, and he knew that it tasted delicious too. He took a quick glance around.

Sango was leaning against the wall, back facing them while she stroked Kirara's fur absentmindedly. Shippou was sitting still, staring solemnly back at him. The houshi averted his gaze away to Kaede, and sighed inwardly at the defeated look that she held in her good eye. If only Kagome was around, she would surely be able to think of a way to cheer them up. He felt a lesser need to be strong, when Kagome was with them. She did not carry the troubles that they usually did, having came from the future with a thousand and one interesting, useful applications and inventions. And the unshakeable confidence and optimism she had in Inuyasha's abilities were more than encouraging. She was their pillar of emotional support; he was their pillar of mental stability. Without her around, Miroku felt that he had the added responsibility to carry out Kagome's role. Not that Sango was not helpful, but he could hardly look to her when she herself was bogged down with her otouto's matters.

He sighed to himself, and braced himself up again. There was a purpose for him to be in this group. That was no coincidence.

"Kaede-sama, could you tell us why Kikyou-sama had looked for you?" Miroku put down his bowl of stew, which was cooling down fast in the winter afternoon.

The elderly miko took a sip of fresh tea and closed her eyes, sighing inwardly to herself. Her stew would go to waste, she was sure of that. "Kikyou-oneesama wanted to know more about Kagome."

Sango turned around, fresh tears still evident around her startled eyes. Shippou looked up from the cackling fire, surprise shone in his bright emerald irises. Miroku frowned a little. This did not sound good.

Kaede continued on her own, knowing that the youngsters were worried for Kagome. And she thought they should be.

"She was interested in her origins, and asked me about it."

"Soshite?" Miroku started to worry.

"I did not tell her everything initially. But Kikyou-oneesama noticed the differences. Her dressing, her behaviour, her attitude, and her travelling tool were too obvious. I had to tell her the truth in the end."

His frown deepened, this was definitely not good news. There was no love lost between the two mikos, and Kikyou had more than one time attempted on Kagome's life. He was still not sure about her motive, whether it was to retrieve her soul or merely because Kagome had created the love triangle. But it did not matter, Kagome was his good friend, and her life was at stake.

"Kaede-sama, what else have you two talked about?" Miroku continued without a blink.

The elderly miko answered calmly, "she also asked how Kagome traveled through time, and I told her that Inuyasha was able to go to Kagome's time freely as she could to him."

His gaze dropped to the wooden planks as he pondered over the various reasons to why Kikyou had asked. The answers that came to his mind were worrying; some frightening. The undead miko had been less than friendly to Kagome, and her recently revealed agenda was not something that they liked at all.

"Kaede! Will Kikyou harm Kagome?" Shippou asked worriedly.

Kaede frowned, "I cannot assure you Shippou. Kikyou-oneesama has never let me know what she wanted to do. And I am afraid that I have never known her well enough when she was alive, to preempt her actions. Not to mention that she is now a changed person."

Sango bit on her lower lip as she cuddled Kirara. If she ever had a chance to face Kikyou alone, she had no doubt to what she would do. "Kaede, is that all that she asked?"

The elderly miko shook her head, to everyone's disappointment. "Iie, she did not ask anymore. But she told me something alarming."

All three pairs of eyes rounded. It was a rarity for Kikyou to release information.

"Kikyou-oneesama said that she saw Kagome with Sesshoumaru."

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Inuyasha's ears twitched and his amber eyes widened. Many things passed through his mind; shock at the knowledge of it, bewilderment as to why she was with that bastard brother of his, fear for her safety, and anger at himself for letting this happen.

But wait. Was not Kagome supposed to be at home?

"Nani?!" Inuyasha could hear the alarmed voices of his three friends and squatted down silently beside the thatched hut. Kaede and the rest would never tell him about the last bit, and he was determined to remain calm for once. Eavesdropping was not his cup of tea, but he had to know. He did not understand why Kikyou had told Kaede that if it was true. Did she had other intentions?

"Impossible!" Sango clapped her hand over her mouth while Shippou's jaw hung loose as he steadied himself with his front paws.

"Is that the truth?" Miroku had to affirm his sanity. There was no reason why Kagome would be with Sesshoumaru, or vice versa.

Kaede nodded her head tiredly, "aa. Kikyou-oneesama never lied to me. I do not understand why she told me though."

"Is Kagome safe? Is she hurt? Why is she with Sesshoumaru?!" Shippou's worry began to escalate to new heights as never before.

Kaede shrugged her shoulders, "I asked the same question too. She only said that Kagome was not dead."

Shippou gulped, that was as good as not replying. Kagome could be half-dead, or almost-dead for all she cared.

Miroku closed his eyes and frowned so hard that he thought the tension in his head would explode. There was no reason to why Kagome sought out Sesshoumaru. And if she had not, why did Sesshoumaru sought her out? He was a taiyoukai, a dignified and honourable one. It was unlikely that he would want to place himself among ningen, since he had expressed his disgust by their weakness and short lifespan. Even a powerful hanyou like Inuyasha was nothing but dirt in his eyes. The little girl by his side was another issue altogether, but still.

"Kaede-sama, we must not let Inuyasha know this. We do not know the full details, and have not yet seen them with our own eyes. Before this issue is cleared up, Inuyasha must be kept out of this matter. If not..." Miroku shudder to think what the brash hanyou might do if he knew that his beloved Kagome was with Sesshoumaru. The possibility of Inuyasha endangering his life again was not something that he wanted to see.

"Aa, I think so too." Kaede replied, while Sango and Shippou nodded their heads.

Inuyasha narrowed his amber eyes as he stared at his bare dirty feet. Kagome had always complained about him leaving his footprints on her tatami-covered floor. He rubbed his feet on the cold snow quietly.

Why did she lie to him? There was no reason to why she had looked up Sesshoumaru. If she had not, then what exactly happened? Even though he disliked his ani-ue, he knew that Sesshoumaru did not do things without a reason. He could not think of a reason why he would abduct Kagome, other than to threaten him for Tessaiga. But even then, he had seemed to lose interest in their father's heirloom a long while ago. If there were no reasons for both to seek out each other, then... then...

Inuyasha frowned. His brain could not function anymore. Thinking was indeed hard. Reasoning was harder.

He was angry at his combat mates, for not telling him about this matter. They were right that there were no proof nor reasons to why Kagome and Sesshoumaru were together. He could not even find a reason nor excuse for it. But this did not mean that he should be kept in the dark; nor exclude the possibility that she was not in danger. There would be no smoke without a fire. Inuyasha scratched his head hard.

It could not be true, really. It was impossible, Inuyasha repeated to himself as he burrowed his feet deeper into the cold white snow absentmindedly.

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A/N: I don't see this as a filler chapter, and it is not a filler chapter to me. Not everything is about our favourite pairing you know. The story continues... *scuttles away trying not to laugh*

And oh, I put the glossary before the chapter because some reviewers have asked me to. Send me an email if it affects anyone of you. =) Future updates might be slow too, Im swamped with my jap homework. Argh.