Hikaru always felt that he was just an ordinary kid, much like the rest of his school peers.

Some would described him as rude and cheeky, but hey he's a teenage boy on the go, he doesn't have all the time in the world to listen to the adults yapping on unimportant stuffs.

He also cheekily considered himself a popular kid, being the ace of the soccer team and having plenty of fans. His teachers would scold him when he fails a test, but eventually all of them teared up when it was time for Hikaru to graduate anyway.

His main headache stemmed from the constant nagging of his mother, though he knew deep down how much she loved him – most of her nags are harmless in the end. On the other hand, his grandfather would always try to maintain a stern cover when Hikaru caused trouble. But the older man always gave in to his only grandchild after a lot of begging, so no real harm there either.

(*Making Heihachi Hikaru's maternal grandfather here)

Neighbors gossiped when they think he's not listening, but he knew by instinct how to deal with them. A few bright smiles and a little bit of sweet talk – the housewives were them easily wrapped around his little finger – most of them starting stashing some sort of candy or snacks into his hands on his morning dash to school.

Like his name suggested, Hikaru was a bright child. He was never shy and always had a smile for everyone and anyone. No one who had met him could afford to stay mad at him for long. His smile was like a ray of sunshine, pure and blinding, and somehow it would just strike right into people's heart without warning.

As a result of having a childhood full of happiness, it was no surprise for Hikaru to become a cheerful teenager, if a little on the dense side.

Growing up, he did not immediately realized that a proper household were made up of three components in general, with a father, a mother, and child living together. Hikaru lived with only his mother, and never in his life had it occurred to him that he required a father under the same roof.

To Hikaru, life with his mother was great as it was.

Mitsuko was a gentle and loving mother who hardly yelled at him except when he brought back a failing grade. Her food was awesome and she was probably the most pretty mom in the entire city. Hikaru always had a sense of superiority when his mother came to pick him up when he was younger, because she was a shining star amongst the other old aunties, and every of his classmates agreed with him.

Sure, he did not have a father who could race together with him on sports day, and it was kind of weird for him to have his grandfather attending parent's day, looking old and gray amongst the crowd of younger males, but those were small details which hardly affected him.

The most important factor was also simple.

No matter what some of the nastier kids tried to say, or what they liked to think, Hikaru knew perfectly clear that he did indeed have a father. While his father may not physically lived together with Hikaru and his mother, they actually saw the man a few times every month.

At least, Hikaru assumed that the man who visited his mother and him frequently was his father. After all, the man came often, brought him toys, and stayed overnight in his mother's room.

Hikaru had actually addressed him as uncle until he was five years old. He had caught the two adults doing some 'icky stuffs' in the living room, and simply asked them innocently if he should change his address of 'uncle' to 'dad' after a few blinks. His mother had turned red, but silence from the man had equalled consent in Hikaru's tiny mind back then.

Nobody bothered to correct Hikaru after that.

His dad always visited after dinners, and departed way before Hikaru woke up for school the next day, so it was not as if they had much interactions. Their only moment of contact was when Hikaru addressed him upon his arrival, and he would then hand Hikaru a present before disappearing upstairs into his mother's room. It was a routine that Hikaru grew up with and a routine which would well continue on for years.

Nothing changed, except the way which Hikaru addressed the older man.

The presents that he would receive from his dad do get an upgrade with the pass years.

Toys gradually turned into useful gadgets or expensive trinkets as he grew older, and Hikaru realized that he could always get what he want for his birthdays and for Christmas. He only had to asked, and it would be delivered, no matter how expensive the things were.

Hikaru guessed part of his popularity probably owed some thanks to those little expensive gifts. He was generous to share whenever someone wish to borrow, and eventually everyone wanted to be his friend. Because being Hikaru's friend meant that they could go to his house to play with all the latest, imported games any time.

Even if there might be some jealous classmates at times who seemed to find some sort of enjoyment by jeering at him, they would eventually give up lest they find themselves in the attention of Hikaru's rather large group of 'followers' and be ostracized.

The minimal expose to negativity meant that it was of no surprise for Shindou Hikaru to grow up from being a loud and obnoxious brat into a loud but cheerful teenager. Additionally, his appearances often appeared deceivingly sweet and innocent to most adults as well.

While there are times where he might unknowingly offend people from the lack of tact, but his cheerful and easy-going demeanour which resulted in people forgiving him in the end. Hikaru's friendly nature allowed him to make friends easily with strangers, even those whom he might have accidentally insulted before. He was, as his name aptly described, a light-hearted guy with a bright smile no one could hate.

But as the old saying goes, the light that burns twice as bright, burns half as long.

There was no warning on the day when happiness was ripped from him abruptly, and Hikaru's future was torn from him without him ever having a clue beforehand.


"Ne. How's life?" Hikaru asked with a small, mocking smile.

It was a smile he had to practice often before he could get it to perfection. It took some time and many tries for him to get the precise twitch of his mouth and the exact pitch of tone. But it was worth the effort, knowing how much more it riled up the lady before him, causing her eyes to be filled with contempt and fear.

His light green eyes glittered with a dark gleam as he looked down mockingly at his target.

There were only two of them in the white-washed room, or at least, there were two of them in the eyes of the two inside the room itself. To anyone else watching, the occupant of the room was alone, and no amount of screeching or screaming would convinced them otherwise.

Random burst of screams and negative emotional tantrums emitting from this room was not at all unusual. In fact, to those monitoring the room, this was simply just another episode of panic attack from the occupant of the room – it was a regular routine for the nurses and doctors to filter in once her screams falter, and quickly give her more jabs of tranquilisation to calm down the situation. There was nothing extraordinary for them to see a patient flaring up in extreme hostility several times a month – even if the cause is still unknown.

This was the asylum after all.

A few screams here, a few tantrums there, it was all fairly common behaviours, and probably part of the milder things that patients here could get up to. The team employed in this particular branch are all veterans well versed in their trades, and it would take more than a single screaming lady to distract them from carrying out their jobs.

Claiming to see illusions was of course, an issue not too rare. However there would only be two people in the entire building who would be aware that it was not an illusion.

Hikaru surveyed the person before him calmly, ignoring the screams and shrieks which were, for the most part, directed at him.

Long, dark purple hair which was once smooth, silky and shined beautifully had long since lost its healthy look, and instead, hung limply on its owner's head in messy tangles.

Those slanted, lavender eyes which had once shone with pride, filled with arrogance and so full of intensity were now tinted with a glint of madness at times; dull, glazed and clouded when they weren't.

The madness in those eyes were at its full peak at the moment, staring up at him, looking straight into his own green ones, along with - dare he say - pure hatred.

It was unknown to Hikaru whether the insane could feel emotions such as anger and fear, or if they could differentiate between illusions and figments of imagination with reality.

But those hardly matters.

She could see him, he knew she could. And that was good enough in his opinion.

He knew it the moment they met, from the way her eyes would dilate at his very appearance. And sometimes he scared himself with the way he would enjoyed seeing those lavender eyes looking at him with anger, fear and disgust.

She recognized him, of course, even though they had never met before and had no reason to. There was never an occasion where the two of them both appeared in the same vicinity that he knew of, and if things were to go as planned, their paths never had to cross at all.

Hikaru first saw her next to his father, when he decided to visit the man one day.

It was a visit which changed everything.

His father, like everyone else he passed by on his way there, showed no evidence of noticing his presence. He had held some hope that the blood relations between them might enable the older man to see him, but Hikaru was also not too surprised that he could not, because his grandparents were not able to either.

Still, floating around doing nothing but watching other people bustling around him got old after the first few days. Even the excitement of snooping in on at other people's private business died down when Hikaru realized there was no one he could share the gossips with.

He spent a few more days in boredom before the idea of visiting his father struck him. However, Hikaru soon realized that all he knew of the man was only his name, and he only knew that, from eavesdropping on his mother's conversation with his grandfather once, when he was much younger.

But luckily, it seemed like Hikaru had gained some sort of ghostly power in addition to his new status as a spirit. Be it some sort of a six sense or just pure, dumb luck, but it did not change the fact that Hikaru managed to track down his father a mere few days later, after he thought of soughing the man out.

Hikaru had not held too much hope in seeing the man ever again, actually.

He knew nothing of his background, not even a surname. Sure his mother like to chatter about how she had met his father when they were younger and studying in the same high school when Hikaru asked. But she never mentioned anything of importance, not even the name of the high school they had attended. As a stupid child, Hikaru never thought to ask as well, and now, he would never get the chance ever again.

Well, it was really his own fault for not asking, but Hikaru had never had much patience for his mother's romantic tale of how she met his father, thinking it as a sappy, typical romance story which lack originality. He watched plenty of dramas with his grandmother and it all played out the same way to the same happy ending anyway.

It was not a secret in the Shindou household that Mitsuko was not Masao's wife, and was probably never going to be.

Hikaru's grandfather had expressed more than once his displeasure at his daughter's choice of lifestyle, but it always amounted to nothing with his wife there defending their only daughter.

Hikaru himself did not mind it too much, actually, as there was nothing he could really complain about.

He sees his father often enough, so it was not as if he grew up without knowing both parents. His father also provided for his mother and him lavishly, so it was not as though his mother was a poor single mother who had to worry about their livelihood.

It was not really a big surprise for Hikaru then, when he spotted the man, addressed as Fujiwara Masao, all dressed up in a prissy suit as he stepped out of a limousine with an elegant lady who was clearly his trophy wife.

His dad was a rich guy, that much had been obvious.

It was also not really a big disappointment when Hikaru went straight up in front of him but had gotten no reaction. After all, his grandparents whom Hikaru had spent more time with was not able to see him either.

He was, however, flabbergasted when the previously composed lady on his father's arm cranked her head in Hikaru's direction so fast he swore he heard a loud crack. Those beautiful amethyst eyes had dilated, and stared right into Hikaru's own green orbs, before she started shrieking like a banshee.

It could have been pleasant discovery for Hikaru, to finally able to find someone who could acknowledge his presence, had Mrs. Fujiwara not behaved in such an outrageous manner.

It was one thing to experience someone screaming at the sight of him, it was another to have someone reaching forward in his direction with hands outstretched in an attempt to strangle him at first sight.

Luckily for Hikaru, he was an intangible spirit and she passed straight through him. If not, he felt as if she would not give up until he was no longer moving.

Unluckily for the Lady of the Fujiwara house, all hell broke loose as everyone who was someone saw her unsightly behaviour. Not to mention the rest of the world's reaction, seeing that the whole scene was caught on live broadcast.

Later on, the experts would name this incident as 'The psychotic break of Fujiwara Michiko'.

At that particular moment, Hikaru even forgot about his new status as a spirit, and started escaping. (It was at that point in time he discovered he could float, actually.)

He tried to ask Mrs. Fujiwara to stop and even feebly tried to explain he was not there to cause trouble, but there was nothing which seemed to be able to falter her attempts to strangle him, all his words only fell upon deaf ears.

Her anger only continued to escalate as time passed, and her frantic attempts to attack Hikaru only grew to be more feral with every miss. To everyone else, there was seemingly no reason to have cause the lunatic actions from the high-status lady of an esteemed family.

The whole fiasco lasted a few minutes at most, although it certainly felt much longer, before the seemingly insane Mrs. Fujiwara was finally subdued by the bodyguards and knocked unconscious.

She was pretty agile for an old lady, was Hikaru's only thought as he trailed after them, curiosity fuelling him to find out what had caused the old lady to go crazy. And of course, why someone with no relationship with himself was actually the only one who could see him, instead of those who had a blood relation with himself.

Fujiwara Michiko was the first, and the only person he found who could see him after the accident a few months ago. That, and her reaction to seeing him was way too extreme for Hikaru not to be concern about. He was definitely going to find out why.


"You must be doing well, to be so energetic." Hikaru pretended to yawn as he watched Fujiwara Michiko, in her white straitjacket, tried to head-butt him after cursing at him for a while and had gotten no reaction from him. To no one's surprise, she went through him and ended up knocking herself into the opposite wall.

He had perfected the art of provoking Michiko, knowing the precise button to push to enrage her further. Knowing full well how much she hated to see his face, looking down upon her like he was better than she was.

Hikaru had actually tailed after her for months following their first meeting, first out of curiosity, then out of his thoughts for retribution. All those time spent together had let Hikaru figured out the best way to drive Michiko crazy, literally.

Back then, it took less than a minute for her to spill everything after waking up in a locked room and spotted Hikaru floating above her. Michiko had screamed her head off about how he should be dead like his mother, and how she would make sure that he 'stay dead this time', practically announcing to the whole world of her evil deeds.

It had took Hikaru a long time to piece together the whole story, in-between the chaos of her attacks and the battalion of doctors chasing after her trying to calm her down.

He had, of course, eventually gotten tired (mentally) of being chased after, and had simply sat down in the middle of the room after confirming for certain that the crazy old lady could not touch him at all. Hikaru had giving up on playing hide-and-seek with her and starting to contemplate the next best way of taunting her.

His lack of movements at the time had seemed to encourage Michiko, who persevered to attack him again, and again, until she was knocked out by the doctors and nurses.

The story Hikaru pieced up in his mind was a cliché, bad romance movies with none of the happy endings. With information he obtained through sneaking around, from Michiko's incoherent yells, and also with some assumptions, he tries to understand the events leading to his current predicament.

Fujiwara Masao was born into a rich and prominent family, fell in love with Hikaru's mother at high school, but they had been separated by Masao's parents who felt that Mitsuko was far beneath Masao's standard.

A few years later saw Masao marrying Michiko in an arranged marriage which would ensure a solid partnership between two large and prominent families. There was no love between the two of them, and mutual respect was the only thing keeping the marriage intact.

It all changed after their son was born of course.

Masao felt that his duty in producing an heir was done, and when he re-encounter Hikaru's mother, their old flame was rekindled almost immediately.

On the other hand, Michiko poured all her love towards her son and wanted the best for him.

Luckily for her, her son was everything she wished him to be, and more.

Unfortunately for her, he also grew to have other priorities which did not involve taking over his parents' business any time soon, if at all.

Fujiwara Sai only had eyes for his beloved game of Go, and saw no career besides becoming a professional Go player and achieving the 'Kami no Itte'. However what he had perceived as his life's goal was nothing more than rubbish in Michiko's eyes.

Besides the woes of having a son who refused to lead his life according to the way she wanted, she also had to deal with the fact that her husband got tired of putting up the pretence of being a good husband. Gossip spreads quickly in the higher social circle as usual and it was no long before Michiko became the laughing stock of many rich wives, most of whom she had belittled in the past.

Her stress reached boiling point when she found out that Masao had another son.

They had no love for each other, so as long as pretences were kept, she hardly cared much for his private life away from the Fujiwara Mansion. To her, Masao need not be a good husband, as long as he be a good father to Sai.

In fact, when Michiko found out about Shindou Mitsuko, she was all set to ignore her like all the other lovers Masao used to have in the past. Everything changed when she discovered that Masao had a child with this particular woman.

Most importantly, it was a boy, who from the pictures alone, had looked far more like Masao than Sai (who had inherited his looks mostly from herself) ever did.

And he was already a teenage boy. A boy who was only ten years younger than her own son. He was a huge threat to Sai's inheritance and it rung alarm bells in her immediately.

A little investigation only served to make her worries substantiated, and for her worries to escalate into a full-bloom paranoia.

Michiko constantly fretted over the possibilities of her son not getting the full inheritance of the Fujiwara family, that Masao would leave his possessions to his second, more loved (in her opinion) son instead.

Sai did not help matters by claiming that Go would be his priority and that he had no care for the riches of the Fujiwara in one of their more recent argument.

While many amongst the rich and influential played the game as well, things were entirely different when the game became a livelihood instead of just an elegant hobby*. To them, Go might be an elegant hobby which is worth some time and effort, but the professional Go players themselves were not quite held in the same pedestal.

(*Since Go was a part of the four accomplishment, I take it that many people would think playing Go is elegant, not sure if its true though. But in the manga itself, there were quite a few politician interested in it and Touya Akira was even told to not win against them in case it make them unhappy)

Professional Go players were often hired by them, and as the one accepting the money, they were often regarded to be employees. And to most businessmen and politicians, they only like to make friends with those on equal footing as themselves. (Not necessarily true, hope no one is offended.)

Fujiwara Michiko wanted her son to be the best, and that certainly did not include having Sai do others' bidding just for a little bit of money. For the heir to the Fujiwara Corporation to sell his skills out to others for money, it was beyond embarrassing, and considered shameful in her eyes. To some, it was just evidence of Michiko's failure as a mother as well.

Michiko's parents-in-law had more than once expressed their displeasure in her methods in teaching her son.

Indeed, she was the one who had introduced Sai to Go, but she had started him in playing this ancient board game as a form of self-cultivation. If time could rewind, and she knew beforehand what would happen when Sai meets Go, she would never had let as much as a Go stone appear within a hundred feet radius from him even if it costed her her life.

But everything was too late.

After learning Go for a few years, Sai had already set his mind to playing the game for forever.

At first, they were able to restrict him from becoming a professional player, pressing down on him his duties as the Fujiwara heir. It worked for a few years, where Sai had played the role of a diligent heir perfectly, learning everything which was expected of him with ease.

However Sai eventually rebelled. He announced on his eighteenth birthday celebration party to every guests in attendance that he would be giving up his position as the next heir to the Fujiwara Corporation for Go, and left.

There was an uproar, and of course everyone else of the Fujiwara family were furious, but enough damage was done. Sai had even cleverly slipped away during the uproar and moved into an apartment he had rented some time ago under an alias, disappearing from the media's radar as well as his mother's for a few months.

Michiko tried several ways to get Sai to come back, which included both the nicer ways - such as cutting off Sai financially and bombarding phone calls - as well as the less nice ways - where the Go Institute was pressured to not accept Sai's application to the Professional Go Examination and sending out professions to look for him with the purpose of bringing him home by hook or by crook.

Nothing worked.

Sai had several years in advance to plot and plan for his eventual escape, and had already worked out solutions to possible hindrances from his family's side. Unknown to his mother, he had the support from his father as well.

After a serious talk to his father one night, after his high school exams concerning which university to choose, Sai had decided he would become a professional Go player instead of wasting more time in school. Against all odds, Sai had within the next 4 years, worked his way up to become a regular contestant in both the title matches within the country and international competitions abroad, even winning a few of them.

A normal Professional Go player giving tutoring lessons to earn some money for a living is one thing, but a Go player who is able to represent the country internationally is on another level entirely.

When the rest of the Fujiwara family, recognized that Sai's talent had earned them more respect and glory, they had more or less relent on making him give it up. And in the whole ordeal, the fact that not once had Masao even seemed to care about Sai's action only proved to Michiko that her estranged husband was using the opportunity to path a way for his illegitimate son.

Needless to say, no matter the amount of glory which Sai was able to bring to her face with his victories in the world of Go, Michiko was not about to give up her aims of getting her son to inherit the whole Fujiwara business empire eventually.


Hikaru made a rude gesture towards Fujiwara Michiko, silently taunting her to 'come and get me if you can', driving her to launch another series of desperate attacks towards him.

Hikaru snickered at the sight of the previously elegant lady crashing onto the floor clumsily, enjoying her descent into madness. Every time her face get distorted by hatred and anger, every time she snarled in frustration and agony, he could feel a sense of deep satisfaction.

It was the main reason he was still visiting his enemy at the asylum every other month – to see her suffer, to see her fear and one day, even maybe her remorse over her own actions.

To everyone else, Fujiwara Michiko had been driven insane from the guilt of arranging to kill off her husband's mistress and illegitimate child.

Her abrupt display on that fateful day had many wondering about the supposed 'Shindou Hikaru' whom she was publicly cursing about. A little digging easily revealed the boy's identity, one of the most poorly kept secret seeing as Fujiwara Masao had hardly even tried to cover up his long time affair with his high-school sweetheart.

It took only a few days after Michiko's psychotic break on TV for most people to hear about the rumour about the part she played in her husband's mistress and illegitimate son's tragic accident.

Any individuals with half a brain could easily come up with several theories of what actually happened – though no one dared to speak out lest they end up on the receiving end of the Fujiwara's retributions. They do have an esteemed reputation to uphold after all, and was not about to let one woman ruined their name.

It was not long before Michiko was announced to be send in to the asylum after that.

Hikaru would proudly claimed the credits as the main cause of her ascension to madness, if anyone could hear him. But the fact that she was divorced by her husband and disowned by her own family probably helped to escalate the process.

Awhile after Michiko's admission to the asylum, Hikaru got bored. The thoughts of making the son suffered along with the mother crossed Hikaru's mind then.

But somehow no one ever spoke of Sai after he was disowned and there was no picture around the mansion too. All Hikaru could do was to travel around Tokyo mindlessly using his ghostly sense to sought out blood connections.

Hikaru thought that he might harbour hatred for Michiko's son, but surprisingly felt nothing when he set his eyes on his older half-brother the first time.

It was the same shade of lilac eyes as the person he despised, but somehow the way those eyes lighted up when faced with an old man's game had strike a chord within Hikaru's chest. He wanted to get to know Sai, to want those lavender eyes looking at him and shining with the same light of love he had observed.

It was the first time since that terrible day when his mother had left him, that Hikaru had yearned so deeply, craved so much for some love, if only to drive away a little of the hatred and loneliness burning strong within him.

He knew his father do not love him, he was just a side product of the woman Fujiwara Masao loved, and now Hikaru was also the reason he lost his love.

He knew that as much as his grandparents had cared for him, their love was devoted to their only daughter first and foremost. They probably felt that Hikaru was one of the cause of her demise – he believed that without much doubt, because not once had they even visited him in the hospital since the accident.

But it was only when he came face to face with Fujiwara Sai the first time, and unexpectedly discovered his own reflection leaving an imprint in those pure irises, that Hikaru knew again that this was his one and only chance left – to find someone who could love him for being himself.

After all, Hikaru was only a fifteen year old boy who just lost his mother, had no actual father to speak of, and a ghostly spirit no normal human could see.


"Doushita no? Daijoubu?"

Fujiwara Sai was probably bewildered with his first meeting with Shindou Hikaru, for the teenager broke down in tears before him after their eyes met. Their eyes met for a split second, but it was more than enough for Sai to spot the deep sadness within those green eyes. And somehow, the thought that he couldn't possibly leave this boy alone struck him so strongly that he called out to the younger boy despite his usual shyness.

The rest was history.

Fujiwara Sai was stuck with his very own ghost starting that day, but the encounter was not one he would ever regret.

The first eighteen years of his life was lived, Sai was largely suppressed by his family and family duties. There was many things expected of him but none of which was what he himself had wanted.

His only respite was when he could play Go for 2 hours once a week with the tutor his mother engaged. Since learning how to play the game when he was younger, Sai had always been fascinated by the board game. But Sai also knew deep down that playing Go all day long was not something that the heir of the Fujiwara family should do, as he was often reminded by his mother of the various expectation she had for him.

Sometimes he does wonder, if Fujiwara Michiko loved him as he was, or if she loved him for what he could give her.

His father, on the other hand, was often away. The little time Sai had spent with the man only gave him the impression Fujiwara Masao was stern and unsmiling – hard to please and even harder to communicate. As such no one was more surprise than Sai himself, when his father gave his silent consent for Sai to pursue what he love.

However, there was no doubt in Sai's mind that what his father had in mind was hardly Sai's happiness. Even then, it was an opportunity too good for Sai to pass up, and he easily agreed to his father's condition of disownment – if it meant that he get to play Go for the rest of his life, then losing his place as heir to the Fujiwara family would hardly cause him any distress.

After that, he had prospered in his path as a professional Go player. Sai was truly happy, being able to play Go for as much as he wanted, and for as long as it was possible. But Go was a 2 player game, and it was not long before he felt a little lonely, without someone by his side to share the joy of the game.

Only since his meeting with Hikaru, and growing to think of the younger boy as a sibling, did Sai come to understand the joy of having someone similar to family by his side. So what if Hikaru only just started to learn Go (unwillingly too) and played rather lousily?

It was still more fun playing Go with Hikaru than it did with any other players out there, and playing Go with Hikaru easily became the one thing which Sai knew he would never give up – no matter if it was too selfish of him to keep Hikaru by his side instead of helping the younger boy attain nirvana and leaving this earthly plane.


A/N: And the update is finally here after 7 years. I have no excuse. Well, it's here now?

More than half of this was written years ago, and sort of abandoned when I can't think of how to end it all. If you guys read carefully, you might find that earlier chapters were more light-hearted (me trying my hand at happy story), but eventually the tone of this story turn down the darker, emo path anyway (per my usual style), but I was not really happy with it.

Anyway, I finally pieced up all the snippets floating around in my head, do kindly forgive me if there are bad grammars spotted and the whole flow of the story is kind of choppy – I am making many things up as I type, and it has been 7 years so this has probably turned into an entirely different story as what I had in mind when I first started it.

I meant to end things with this chapter initially, but suddenly plot bunnies invaded my mind again and I do have in mind slightly more stuffs to write. Hopefully the next chapter will be the end – but no promises when it will be out.