Aight so this is the sexual one, and the last section. This marks the first time I've done a series of chapters in a one-shot book, and while it is, by definition, thus rendered not a one-shot, I've seen it done elswhere and hell if I was gonna try to publish an entire book again.

Sooooo yeah. Let's do it.

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You thought you'd be heading back into town, but you were wrong. Instead, you walked away from the village, toward the outskirts of the forest surrounding the hamlet. Birds chirped and the air smelled of flowers and saltwater.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To paradise." You pulled back, trying to get away. You noticed just then he'd brought a bag with him. He reached inside it and you flinched. "Here." He held up a red, appetizing fruit. "If we're going to the Garden of Eden, you might as well bring this."

"I won't accept your offer, Lucifer."

"It's Light." He took a bite himself. "For what it's worth, I think his attempts at being God were half-assed."

"Whose?"

"Satan's." He held out the apple for you again, and you turned your head away. It did look good, though. He shrugged and kept walking, though he was no longer grabbing you and forcing you along behind him. You knew it was a fruitless endeavor to turn and run. You were too far out to make a break for it. "He wanted to be like God, didn't he?"

"Yes, and he wasn't."

"Clearly." He scoffed. If insulting God Himself wasn't bad enough, he'd now turned on The Devil, mocking everything he'd done wrong, too. This time it wasn't blasphemous but it was still indicative of parallel hubris. Light wasn't much humbler than the evil snake in the grass he was talking about. "It's because all he did when he had power over the only two people in existence was offer them food." He snorted. "If it were me, I'd have just threatened them, or killed them."

"That'd be missing the point, dumbass." You stopped short. "The whole concept of original sin is based on consent. He had to trick them, tempt them. They were immortal before that. He did kill them by doing what he did. Now we'll all die one day because of that."

"Oh." He stopped too, laughing. "Well, still, he could've done it better." You groaned.

"So when you're not killing and taking names, or offending God and Satan at the same time then what do you plan to do for the rest of your life?"

"Well, I was going to start with you." He tossed what remained of the metaphor aside, and pulled you into his arms as you struggled to break free.

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" He stroked your head with his hands, not unlike Chel had done. It did seem kind.

"What would it take for me to prove to you that I can change?"

"What?" You spoke into his chest.

"Tell me to do anything, anything at all, within reason, that is, and I'll do it." He held you tighter.

"It'll take more than just one day, Light." He exhaled.

"Okay, then. As long as it takes. I'll do whatever you ask, for as long as you need, until you believe me."

You didn't think it was a good idea, but you felt it'd be hypocritical to turn him down and stalk away then. Letting you go seemed similarly useless, as you'd just run into him again later. A part of you didn't want him to leave, so sending him back or commanding him to go somewhere else also wasn't what you wanted. You didn't want him to hurt you or anyone else anymore, and this was the one way you could see if he was really able to do the right thing after all.

"Fine." You broke away. "I'll give you a chance." He smiled as you did, and he pressed his lips against yours.

"Thank you."

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"There are a lot of animals here.*"

"Damn, you're right."

It was difficult for you to find a secluded space even in the dense, pristine jungles untouched by men from the Old World. Everywhere you turned there was some blossoming tree, some affable little cherub of a wildcat, a softly tweeting bird or the far off spray of waterfalls and the breaking of ocean waves. "Shit! If I didn't know any better I'd say we really were in the Goddamn Garden of Eden."

"Emphasis on God."

"Oh GOD!"

"Yeah! Keep saying that!" You were faster than he was, since, for the past decade, you'd been living right beside the wilderness you'd walked right into together. Even so, you never decided to gallivant off into it before then, largely because you were by yourself. No one else wanted to go, but it wasn't like you were scared. Openly.

You turned on your heels and stood your ground. "Stop. If I do agree to this, which I am going to, so, WHEN we start doing this, then I want to make it perfectly clear the last thing that'd arouse me is the thought of sadomasochism with God in His personal oasis."

"Sadomasochism?" Light raised an eyebrow.

"You can't be serious? You don't know what that is?!?!?!??????" You walked up and slapped him. "You did it all the time!" He pushed you off him.

"Of course I know what it is!" You laughed haughtily. "I just haven't heard anyone refer to it so didactically." He laughed, too. "Are you going to refer to other elements in this act by their scientific names as well? Do you want me to..." he pulled the remainder of that notebook from before out of his stupid European satchel that no man born south of the Rio Grande would ever see fit to use. He then proceeded to pretend to read from it, as though were a medical textbook. "...Insert one or more digits into your cervix while my other free hand makes a point of crushing your cervical region?" He grinned as you tied to understand. "One's the neck. The others the...well, you know." A nearby ocelot meowed. "She gets it." He grinned and threw his thumb in the little kitty's direction.

"How about I just stab you right in the heart instead? I'll fucking kill you!" You lunged at him.

He stopped you, preparing to do exactly as he asked before. "Do you really hate me that much?"

Your eyes flickered closed at the confusing nature of what was happening. You did before, but he was acting so differently. Last time he was cruel, while speaking kindly, and this time he was being nice in every way. More than one girl you worked with noted how docile he was compared to the other men there. He was young when he got swept up in the war. Maybe he really could change.

You fell against him. "I used to." You dug your nails into his back. He winced. "Oh." You mumbled. "Did that hurt? Sorry."

"No," he grinned. "Don't be." He was serious. "Remember what I told you before? Even if I do the right thing until I die, I'll never dislike pain. I just hoped I'd meet someone else who finds it as desirable as I do."

You breathed in as he moved his arms lower, and you leaned your head back. He pressed his lips to your throat, and you were able to place your hands on his chest in an effort to move back. "I...I...Chel told me I...said some things that indicated I might...be into..." you gasped as he raised a hand to grab your hair, and he pulled your head back further. You tried to push him away, but it was no use. You whined.

"Go on." He breathed against you, and your legs started to shake. The waterfall in the distance was as much of a God-wink as the feral cat had been. "That sounds like you might actually be the kind of person I've been looking for." He bit down harder, pulling your hair before dropping his hand and exclaiming. "Let's experiment!"

He let you go and you grabbed the undersides of your thighs from in front of you, twisting your hands around, as though it was comforting. He merely thought you looked crazier and stepped forward. "Tell me if you like something, and it'll help me determine, inductively, that is, if you're like me. Well, I guess if we're opting for the use of some makeshift scientific methodology here it's more so deductive. Eh. Who cares? What's the difference?" He scoffed, like he was remembering a prior argument with someone else. "It's all the same endgame, anyway." He flicked his finger, indicating you were to come forward.

"Like you?" Your voice shook as you ignored his last few comments: your slight lack of understanding of the sometimes subtle nuances between various forms of analytical reasoning the only observable similarity between the two of you as far as you were concerned. You continued. "In what way?"

"I know you're smarter than that. You know exactly what I mean." You didn't move. He sighed. "Okay, if you're going to be defiant, I'll just do what I did last time."

You had no idea why you let yourself show it, but you smiled faintly, and he noticed. "Well, that's one confirmation." He moved forward. "What part of what we did all those years ago satisfied you the most?"

You shook your head. "I never sad I liked any of it! I just smiled is all! That doesn't mean-"

He grabbed you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist, his hands on either side of something untouched by anyone else. "Shut up. Now," He slid them lower. "Was it when I hit you?" He spun you back around, and you anticipated being struck again, but instead he pushed you forward. It was much warmer in Argentina than it'd been in Germany, so the thin slip of a dress you'd been wearing slid up the moment you toppled forward. Before you hit the ground, he caught you, and you fell over his knee. He slapped you as had as he possibly could and covered your mouth before you could scream. You embarrassingly felt your body betray you again, and you knew he could tell. He started petting the place he'd hit you, and it caused water to spill from more than one part of you. "That's two." He took his hand off your mouth as he actually kissed you where he'd just done two other contradictory things.

You whimpered. "Sto-Stop it I don't...you're not..."

He reached out and grabbed the back of the shawl across your shoulders as he turned you around to face him. "Stop talking." He forced his lips on yours again, and moved his hands down between your legs. He broke away only to slam a hand back over your mouth. "Now, you clearly get off on being hit. That's nothing special." You struggled to breathe. "But we didn't just do that did we?" You shook your head for a different reason than to answer him but he didn't care as long as it worked in his favour. "That's right. What else...what else...?Oh! Of course!" He untied the same shawl that'd been covering your arms and slowly moved his hand away. He tied it around your head, making it impossible to speak, but it wasn't as debasing as it could have been. You didn't gag. "I think the next thing was me kicking you. Though, I think you demonstrated that was favourable, too. Let's up the stakes here." He tugged you to your feet.

"Thirsty?" You screamed against the fabric. He laughed. "I think that's a 'yes'."

He pushed you down, standing over you, and tilted your face towards him. You wouldn't cry, nor would you admit you actually liked this. You didn't want him to stop, and you didn't want to have to say you wanted him to continue either.

If you really wanted him to leave, he would. He said he'd do whatever it took. Would you?

You strained to speak through the cloth. He briefly knelt down so your faces were level. "If you've got something to say, better make it quick. You won't able to talk much more in a second." He ran his hand through your hair, brushing it off to the side so he could reach the knot he'd tied. "Still, you'll need your mouth to be free to do what I tell you next." He stood back up and unlatched his belt. His pants fell down as he while simultaneously unraveled the end of your scarf.

You said the first thing that came to mind.

"Remember what I said before? About men being weak?" You moved up on your own, and you punctuated each word with a kiss. You dragged your nails up his leg as you pulled the rest of what was covering him off, and you could tell exactly how much he liked the idea of what he was about to do to you. It looked nearly painful. "I told you," you grabbed him, and kissed it, swirling your tongue around as he involuntarily moved closer. "I'd be the one controlling you if you chose this path." He didn't want to cede even a trace of power then, and he yanked your hair back, throwing you to the ground.

"Change of plans, then." He moved on top of you. He looked like he regretted it. "I guess you're fine now." You ran your hand down his arm, the other tugged at his shirt. "Why do you suddenly want this?"

"Is it less fun for you if I do?"

"I...I don't know." He exhaled. "I thought once I did this to someone who resisted so much, I'd want you to fight me the whole time, but I'm tired of that sort of power."

"Brute force?" He smiled and laughed like you'd mentioned something completely normal, if not altogether infantile.

"Yeah, I guess so." You stopped pulling at his shirt. "I kept thinking about what you said, the sort of power God has, objective mercy."

You scoffed. "Ah. I should've known." You rolled your eyes and leaned back across the ground, your hair cascaded backwards. "You'll never be God, Light. You'll always just be you. You'll be Light Yagami until the day you die. Your power will always be limited, but even if you don't think the same way I do, mercy will always be the right choice. You don't need to force people to do things for you. A lot of them would and did follow what you said just because you said it."

He raised an eyebrow, the docility of the whole situation was no less than enrapturing. "What are you saying? That Germans follow orders almost as blindly as Japanese people?" Since he was ancestrally those two exact ethnicities, and not because he was once a very powerful and connected member of the hopelessly over-ambitious Third Reich, you let his offence slide.

"Not exactly." You reached out a hand and touched his face, far less awkwardly than his attempt at being gentle had been. "No one can be the God of this world, except God. Not Satan, not you, and depending on what religion you are, even God Himself was killed when he became a man." He closed his eyes and you saw your chance to influence him even more.

"I've never thought about it that way before."

"So what?" You slapped him -lightly- just so he'd look at you. He grunted, and you looked down. He liked it. "So what if you're not God?" He furrowed his brows. "You don't have to be the God of the whole freaking world to have that sort of influence, that sort of control." You leaned up and whispered to him, coaxing him down to you. "You protected me back then, and whether or not you admitted or realised it, you did what God would do."

He practically trembled as you said what you did next. "You became God to me that day, Light. Whether you have all the power on earth or none at all, you'll always be the God of MY world."

"Fuck, {Y/N}. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were actually the Devil when you talk like that." Weirdly enough that complimented you more than anything ever had.

You grinned, and while no one had ever called you a bad actor, you definitely found it hard to fake a smile, especially a bewitching, deviant one like that plastered across your face then. You couldn't fake that. "Who says I'm not?" You moved your head up and this time it was reciprocated. "I am just saying that to get what I want, aren't I?"

He kissed you, and ironically, your brief banter concerning good and evil had somewhat killed the vibe you'd had going in. You decided to revert back to the rougher, meaner, less clever remarks but didn't get the chance.

"Well, it's not up to you to decide that, especially if you're the Devil and I'm..."

You moved your arm lower and grabbed what you'd be embarrassed to say aloud, even by its "medical name." You didn't have to. "God." You moved you hand up and down. "God. You're God." He adjusted his position so he could take off his shirt by himself. It was befittingly, radiantly white. He was still on top of you. You ran a finger down his chest and he leaned down to kiss your neck again. "No." You scratched him. "Move." He didn't. "Get off me."

"Why?" He started to untie the top part of your dress, which surprisingly, you still had on. He shoved you back down and your head hit the ground. "I thought you wanted me to do this."

"Light." You replied with fervent hostility. "Get off me right now."

He didn't let you move at all, but you still were in a place of relative leverage. You looked down at your hand. "Don't." His eyes widended.

"I will literally rip your dick off if you don't get the fuck off me."

He listened and you got up. "Good." He looked up at you instead, and you patted his head. "Now, stand." You tugged him to his feet by his hair, and you knelt back down again. He smirked.

"There was a reason for that."

"Duh." You snorted. "I called you God. Did you think I'd get out of this situation without getting on my knees?"

"That's hardly the proper form for prayer."

"Who said anything about praying?" You didn't talk after that. You bobbed your head up and down, before inevitably you were pushed around again. You coughed as you were able to breathe and speak again.

"That's not the way I wanted to choke you, anyway." You laughed and tasted something vaguely akin to pool-water.

"Oh. Good. I'd probably have bitten you anyway."

"Yeah." He ran his hands through his hair. "For someone who never did that before you were pretty good about not using your teeth."

"Thanks." You slid back a bit, so you weren't kneeling or quite sitting either. "Are you better or worse at using yours?" You moved one leg up, then crossed it over the other one. You weren't as undressed as he was. "Come on, you used to be so much scarier! Hurt me! I like it as much as you do."

"Huh." He mused. "I guess it was more fun when I thought you didn't." He stepped forward and pulled you up. "But, also, I guess now that I know you do, I won't have to answer to anyone else when this ends. No matter what I do, I'll win."

"So do whatever you want." You smiled. "I'm waiting. I'm begging you, make me regret everything I said. Remind me of what you really are." He spun you back around and shoved you over, kicking you to the floor.

"What's that? God? Or me? The man in charge of that place? The soldier? The killer? Or what? What am I to you?" Between each question he kicked you repeatedly. "Do you actually think you can love me? Are you stupid? How can you ever hope to love someone you think is evil? What do I mean to you?" You didn't answer. "Do you want to know what you mean to me?"

"Yes." You moaned it, a little too early.

He stopped. "You're the reason I'm doing this." There was a moment of silence where nothing could be heard but the sounds of everything else living and breathing around you, all the peaceful tranquility of nature.

You broke it. "Doing what?" You panted excitedly in anticipation of what was to come. "Kicking me?"

"No." He dropped to his knees, and you moved towards him. He grabbed your hair, and finally he tore down your dress, scratching your chest the moment it was no longer covered. He pressed his lips against yours and your question went unanswered for a while. Eventually he hoisted you up, once more brushing your hair back, and you eagerly responded, spreading your legs and moving up into his lap. He moved his hands to your throat as you felt pressure in more than one spot.

You looked down before you closed your eyes, wincing in pain, and he closed his hand tighter around you. It hurt, but you liked it. "It's not hurting you that gets me-" he thrust into you, hard, and you found it even harder to breathe. "Off." You trembled with every move. "It's the thought of you somehow," again, he moved harder, deeper. "Finding." You inhaled through your nose. "A." You breathed out. "Way." Again. "To." You whined and panted. "Love." You opened your eyes, and saw him absolutely basking in what he perceived to be you liking being hurt like this. He was right and he was surprised himself to find pleasure in you enjoying it, wanting the same thing. He wasn't the best at sharing anything; even this was a competition. "Me."

He took his hand away as you moaned loudly, falling against him as you experienced what anyone else would note was a better than average experience among others of the kind. The game you'd played really did make it all that much better when you came. "Love you? You think I love you?"

He raised your head back up by holding your chin in his hand, and kissed you once, drawing it out as everything slowed down. He broke away and put his arms around your neck, this time nothing he tried to do was savage or cruel at all. It was like you were on top of an entirely different person. After a few mere seconds, he was where you were, and you regretted not getting your own chance at putting your hands around his throat and squeezing as hard as you could. How could he be so stupid to think you'd come to love him so easily? He was as overreaching as his entire failed world had been.

"I know you do." He kissed your neck.

"Can you even love anyone?" You whispered.

"I didn't think so, but it was the first time I was wrong." You pushed his face away from you.

"Wrong about what?"

"Love."

"You're a murderer."

"Give me time to explain that, and I will. An order is an order, remember."

"You were giving the orders!"

"I wasn't the goddamn chancellor, was I?"

"No." You laughed. People had stopped calling Adolf Hitler Führer the second the his empire fell. They either used his name or simply referred to his prior elected position that still retained its respectable place in the post-war German government. No one wanted to get caught if they could get away, no matter how loyal they'd been before. Their leader's fate was a dark, defeated one. "If you were, you'd be dead, even with your stupid book."

"Right." He moved forward, but you held him away, twisting your fingers in his hair. He let you stay like that and kept on talking. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"I think you knew I love you, too. I think you still do, and I think, no, I know you loved me the minute I let you go. I saw the way you looked at me. Don't deny it. I bet you didn't stop thinking about me the whole time you were on the run. You love me. Just admit it."

"I'm one-hundred percent sure I do not love you, not then, not now." You stopped there. Was he so conceded he thought every woman alive practically worshiped him? You weren't like everyone else. You knew what he was. You'd sooner believe the Devil could love you...no wait...that wasn't true. Shit.

"Oh yeah?" He seemed confident. "Tell me why. Change my mind."

"Tell me your argument first." You held on, twisting your hand further into his hair. "Change my mind."

He moved his hands around you, and gently, kindly, rubbed your back, his voice as smooth as his movements. "I had a decade to write your name down. I had so many chances to kill you, to win. You meant nothing to me. Everyone wanted you to die, and some of the men you really pissed off thought you weren't actually gone after all. You were right." Your grip loosened. "I did protect you." You tightened it again. He was still inside you, and you felt like you didn't want this to end yet.

"Why?"

"Because you forgave me." You started moving again, and he responded. "At first I thought it was an attempt to get away from me, but from what I heard about you, you really were a terrible liar. Acting, sure, you could do, but there was always truth behind it." Your breathing was shaky again. "I didn't listen."

"To what?" You clasped your hands around his neck as you rose and fell on top of him.

"To the orders they gave me."

"Who?"

"My friends, or, whatever you'd call them, my connections, superiors in their mind, in the government, the police, the cabinet. You became Public Enemy Number One after I let you go."

You beamed. "I did?"

He nodded and his nails scratched you. "Yeah. But you know as well as I do that you didn't deserve that title." He kissed your chest and broke away as you moved up and down, harder than before, entirely of your own choosing. It was easier the second time. "You proved yourself a good person after spending only an afternoon with me. I let you go because I could, and you deserved it."

"Is that it?" You raised an eyebrow and he laughed.

"Of course not." You laughed, too. "It's because I don't follow anyone's orders but my own."

"Oh." You sighed, and turned your head away. "Right." He grabbed your face and pulled it back towards him.

"I wasn't finished." You pursed your lips, which probably looked somewhat funny in his grip. "It's also because I loved you."

"Loved?"

"Love."

"Liar." You ripped your face free, and raised your hand to hit him. "Don't make this into something nice just to trick me!" He grabbed your wrist and you struggled to break free. "You're still a criminal! No matter what you say or what excuse you give you ran a death camp! You were in charge and that makes you responsible for the deaths of thousands of innocent people! Even if you're forgiven and I believe you're sorry that doesn't mean it'll be easy for me to believe you love me! You'll still have to suffer for what you've done, pay for your crimes."

He pulled your hands around his throat. "Then do it. Make me regret everything I ever did, and I'll offer you my best defence. It'll be a trial. You can be the judge of whether or not I'm telling the truth."

"And if you're not?"

"I'll go." He raised his arm, and moved it in front of his face, looking at his wrist. The sunlight reflected off an expensive watch, one worn by several members of the former regime. "Here." He held his wrist out. "Take it. Press the button on the side."

You listened and reluctantly unclipped the watch, and after you pushed the tiny knob against the silver band, the top popped open to reveal a small circle of paper matching that from his notebook. "What is this?"

"Part of the Death Note." You rolled your eyes.

"Yeah right." He raised both eyebrows.

"I'm not bluffing. If I let you live for ten years, I'm confident you'd never find it in your heart to kill me."

"It's because I asked for it. I wanted you to kill me, remember? You only let me live because it'd mean you won. You got what you wanted and I didn't."

"Well, it's pretty obvious that's changed now. We both want the same thing. Kinda puts us in a stalemate doesn't it?"

You looked down. "Yeah."

"So, if you still think I'm lying, I'll do what you want. I mean it. When we walk back up there together, if you really want me to leave, then I'll leave, forever, but I know you don't want that, and I know you won't ever use that watch. Even if I give you all the power you could ask for, you wouldn't use any of it. Not on me. Not when we want the same thing." He repeated himself. He didn't need to. It was evident, clearly true. It was almost insulting. No, it was definitely insulting, but you took it as a compliment at the same time. That was at the very centre of what you were doing, was it not?

You smirked. "You're right." You wrapped it back around his wrist before moving your grip back to where it had been, prior to his somewhat redundant peace offering. "Keep it." You kissed him, and lowered your hands, taking them off his neck entirely. "I'm not going to hurt you either." You regretted it, but you moved up, and off of him. His eyes opened wide, and he panted himself.

"Why not?!?" He almost shouted.

"Isn't it what you want?"

"Yes! Yes! Please! Come on! I open up and you do this?" You did want to keep going, give in, but you were immature. You both were. You both hated losing, and a shared victory meant there were two winners. That made little sense even to a pair of 'geniuses.'

"Well, yeah." You smirked, staring down at him.

"Please. What'll it take for me to get you to do it?"

"Say that I win." You grinned. "Say, I, Light Yagami, am not God. I suck and lost and I am now going to do whatever {Y/N} says for the rest of her life. I'm irredeemable and she is better than me in every way and I regret hurting her and beating her and when I die I will suffer every death again and again for the people I helped kill so that she and everyone else will forgive me. I hope one day this lost world will let me, the biggest loser ever, get a second chance and I will take it because {Y/N} saved me and I am forever in her debt." You knew he'd never do it. "And If you do spit all of that out, I'll do whatever you want, every day for the rest of your life too, so long as we both shall live. I promise. An order is order, and I'll follow yours if you follow mine." You laughed. "But you'll never say that."

He grinned and repeated every word you said. Then, he added something else.

"Oh, and like I said," you swallowed. "I love you." He grinned and got to his feet. "I've got as much hands on experience with it as you do with what we just did." He held out his arms. "But I've never felt anything other than hatred before." You walked up to him and hesitated before stepping into them.

"What about foolish pride?"

"Not foolish." You pulled away and groaned, but he grabbed you and held you against him. "{Y/N}." It thrilled you when he said it. "If I don't hate you, and it's all I've ever known, then what else could this possibly be?"

"I don't know, Light." He seemed to like it when you said his name, too, just as it was, no haughty title. "But I want to understand So..." you placed a hand on his shoulder.

You understood you'd have to keep your word and you knew you were in for a lifetime of confusing pain, suffering, competition, hatred yet at the same time, fun, dynamics and freedom.

You weren't sure if you were more excited or terrified, but then and there, you felt those words to be synonymous.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do." You smiled and got back down to do as he wanted. "Still," you wrapped your hands around his throat again, smiling as he pulled you against him. This would hurt.

"An order is an order."

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Yayyyyy he changed!

Also yeah a big reason why I wanted to add some more stuff here is because I wanted him to like, not have been as bad as he seemed so I could feel less like a terrible person for having her fall for a damn Nazi. So he definitely was put up to it or something and ended up having some other things he was actually doing.

He did kill those people, but I guess what I'm tryna say is there was a reason for it that nobody exactly knows just by reading this. With a little imagination and a few Apologetics towards government conspiracies maybe it'd look forgivable.

Idk it's up to you but Light as Kira was just as fucking bad, he was basically Hitler anyway. so sue me if I made him a bad guy, at least he was sorry here.

Thanks lmao. I'll prolly post something else here soon that's less offensive but maybe not too soon. Idk. No one reads all my stuff super frequently and devotedly all the time anyway, so eh, it doesn't matter. Haha. Yay for me enjoying myself!

~ Britt

*the video at the top indicates what I found funny about that line at 3am. Apart from my loved ones, Jesus, money, anime and love/forgiveness, Family Guy is my everything.