[ENG ] .Grey:01 - Gleam
.Grey:01 - Gleam
He's been told he was like a dazzling star, but then why was his world slowly fading to grey? And when a calculated twist of fate threatens to tear the group apart, he will realize he was never meant to shine without them. (thanks to nadesico_chan) - Gen for now, PG-13
Previous chapter: [00]
Translation by eleawin and nadesico-chan <3
1.
GLEAM
Pale, faint, but lasting light
“Hyung, that’s just ridiculous.”
Changmin hoped he had been categorical enough on the subject. Thinking of it, he had certainly been; except if the person he was speaking to didn’t understand what a frowning, arm-folded Changmin meant. That was not something you wanted to see everyday, in his humble opinion. Except if you were a severe case of masochism, and even in this case… The other one had the audacity - the unconsciousness - to smile happily and wave the disgusting thing under his nose.
“Really Changmin, it would suit you so well!”
“Frankly, I don’t think so…”
“I tell you, pink would suit you so well Changminnie!”
Yoochun threw a positively shining smile to the youngest member of the group, ignoring the martyr look Changmin knew to display in this kind of situation. MNet was following their every moves and Yoochun directed an amused glance toward the camera.
“This is our Changmin,” he declared, playfully slapping the tall boy’s shoulder. “Ah Changmin…What are we going to do with you?”
“You can start by feeding him,” Changmin mumbled “And stop stealing his clothes.”
The journalist suppressed a giggle and the young boy saw the manager-hyung nod in a paternal way. Of course, that was the kind of lines fans loved. Changmin exchanged a glance with Yoochun who smiled somewhat forcefully. You have to the play the game, right?
“At least we’re through with the cameras for today,” said Yoochun, once the interview was over.
The baritone rubbed his eyes and looked around him. Changmin had come with him to record their parts in their new MV and greet the reporters on the filming set. It was eerily calm without the three others, but also more productive. Even though there was no one to piss off. He gave the younger one a slap on the back.
“What about ramen? My treat.”
Not the kind to decline a food offer, Changmin let himself be led to the small kitchen set at the far end of the studio and watched Yoochun make water boil and take out two instant noodles cups. Lucky he wasn’t the kind to turn his nose up he thought, looking at the penguins on the lids. That logo was starting to be familiar to him. He fumbled in his bag for a moment to take out his ipod.
“I called Jae a short while ago,” Yoochun said. ”They are not done recording yet. We’ll come fetch them before practice.”
Changmin nodded and ate in silence. Dance practice again tonight, then dinner, recording of the demo for the next single, then rehearsals for tomorrow‘s TV appearance - they wouldn’t have finished before 2 am. And to get up at 6 am, what a life. Ah, he would give anything in the world for a good, long sleep in. Yoochun frowned as he heard him sigh.
“What’s wrong? It doesn’t taste good?”
“We’re eating instant noodles, I don’t expect it to taste good,” Changmin mumbled. “I was just thinking…”
“Well, be thankful it wasn’t Junsu cooking, I don’t know how but he can actually ruin it.”
Yoochun got up and begun to clear away the table. “And don’t think too much Changmin; you’ll end with so much white hair it would be scary.”
And he laughed, because thinking of a white-haired Changmin was desperately fun and maybe he should just suggest the idea to their hairdresser. The youngest rolled his eyes and threw his empty can at his hyung, who dodged it with grace and agility - of course.
A few minutes later, their manager called them and they returned to their van. Yoochun allocated himself a little rest and didn’t protest when Changmin borrowed Jaejoong’s Nintendo DS (“He’s 65 years old according to Brain Age? Why am I not surprised?”). He didn’t sleep much last night, and even less on the nights before. They just should kill their dance coach he grimaced, massaging his sore neck. Since Junsu had kept messing up with his steps, they trained again and again until noon. Yoochun hoped the coming practice would be better, or they would eat some boiled dolphin tonight.
He closed his eyes and let himself drown in the comfy seat of his place in the front. Their manager was making a call again, discussing their next TV appearance, next practice, next whatever - Yoochun didn’t need to know now. He sighed and just decided to sleep, ignoring Changmin who was joyfully erasing all of Jaejoong’s data from his games. Practice wouldn’t be fun.
**
“What?”
Jaejoong winced when he heard Yunho’s voice throughout the corridor. It wasn’t frequent to see Yunho angry or annoyed, but when it occurred, you couldn’t ignore it. Jaejoong could imagine his friend frowning and clenching his fists. The singer ran his hand on his newly dyed blond hair and stepped forward the door. If he could hear what was going on without being seen…
“Orders from above,” Park Young Hee, one of their managers, said. “You’re taking the plane tomorrow. Ah, Jaejoong!”
So much for discretion. Jaejoong almost tripped over his oversized pants and missed killing himself before joining them. Yunho seemed pissed off and looked like he was trying to pierce holes through the manager’s head. Jaejoong smiled prettily and did as if he was oblivious of the tension. He was good playing at dumb.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Where are we supposed to go?”
“Tokyo. Johnny’s Entertainment has invited Tohoshinki to perform with one of its bands!”
“What?”
Young Hee looked was excited. “It’s a golden opportunity for Tohoshinki! Collaborate with them and you’ll be promoted as never before, and of course, of course, it will mean the end of their attempts to block us.”
“Well… it’s good? I guess?”
In matter of fact, Young Hee was the only one thinking so. Yunho just looked pissed off. Jaejoong stared at him, unable to understand his reaction.
“And… the show we’re supposed to film tomorrow?” he asked. “And the new single?”
“The single will be done tonight,” Young Hee said almost petulantly. “And for the show, we have a solution.”
“I don’t like it.”
If a voice could produce ice, Jaejoong would bet on Yunho’s. Fans may call him Ice Queen or whatever crap but they’ve obviously never seen a furious Yunho. The blonde shifted nervously between them and risked a glance at Young Hee’s face. The manager was smiling, and to be honest… it was creepy.
“What’s the problem, Yunho?” Young Hee asked. “I don’t understand.”
“I should explain it to you, then.”
Yunho returned the smile, and Jaejoong felt like running away and hiding somewhere, far, far away from them. Where was Junsu when he needed him?
“It’s not that complicated, Young Hee-sshi. It’s just that I fail to figure out the marvelous reasoning of yours, which made you conclude that it would be for the best to make one of us stay here while the others would be in Tokyo,” Yunho said. He paused. “And since we’re at it. I don’t understand either why you didn’t ask our opinions about it.”
Jaejoong arched an eyebrow.
“What? Who is staying?”
“You don’t need to understand,” Soo Lee said, totally ignoring him - bastard. “Just follow what the management tells you to do, ok?”
Aw, it was a bad move. Yunho looked ready to kill. Young Hee was in so deep shit it was almost amusing, Jaejoong mused. He has the impression he was watching a movie, something like the showbiz version of Star Wars without the spaceships. Young Hee would look fabulous with a dark helmet. As Yunho was opening his mouth to retort back, Junsu appeared in the corridor, coffee in hand.
“There’s a meeting?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Junsu!”
Manager-hyung looked happy.
“Congratulations, you have a new contract!”
**
It was raining. Changmin sighed and rearranged his scarf around his neck. He took a glance at Yoochun, who had declared war to the vending machine and was trying without much success to recover his change.
“I won’t let this thing win! Who do you think I am, uh!?”
“Are you talking to the machine?” Changmin asked. “No, wait, I don’t want to know. But well. If you need ¥200, I think I can help you, hyung. You just look stupid.”
Yoochun didn’t deign to give him an answer and went to sit down, muttering complaints about how Changmin was mean, almost as mean as The Vending Machine of Hell (copyright Micky). They were in the hall of their private gymnasium, waiting for their bandmates. Changmin knew something was off the same moment he entered the building - angry voices from the corridors could be considered as hints, he guessed. The manager who accompanied them, Heun Gul, had gone to see what was going on. And explicitly told them to stay where they were and just wait. Like hell. Changmin wasn’t really happy with that. He was pacing up in the hall, much to Yoochun’s annoyance.
“’Min, I know you’re full of energy, but you’re sure you don’t want to keep it for tonight’s practice?”
“What do you think they’re doing?”
Yoochun opened his mouth to answer but finally closed it without talking. He was playing with his empty can and throwing frequent glances at his watch. Practice should have begun twenty minutes ago, but the angry voices from the lockers weren’t calming down. Was it Yunho’s voice? Or Jaejoong’s?
Changmin suddenly froze. He had this determined look on his face Yoochun knew it would mean problems. Indeed. The youngest swung his drinking cup in the trash can and without warning, rushed in the corridor. Yoochun swore.
“’Min! Fuck… Wait, Changmin!”
He felt stupid running behind the youngest and trying to catch up with him, but relieved at the same time. He was dying to know what was going on. Curious, they opened partway the door and threw a glance in the lockers. Yunho was speaking animatedly.
“I said no, wasn’t it straight enough? What part in “no” you don’t understand, exactly?”
“Yunho, Yunho, calm down…”
“The fuck, Jae! Aren’t you tired of all their shit? For who - for what - are you taking us, in the end? Some fucking puppets?”
“I’m also tired of your whims, Jung Yunho!” Park Young Hee retorted - almost shrieked. “You have no say in that matter!”
“Really?”
Yunho took a step forward the manager, looking down upon him from all his height - he was a head taller than the man. Yoochun was almost surprised that Young Hee didn’t look impressed under the furious glare of their leader. He would. Yunho laughed.
“Funny, it’s not what’s written on my contract. What, did I miss an abusive clause?”
“Do as you want,” Young Hee spitted. “It’s not about you, anyway! Junsu!”
And all hell broke loose. Young Hee reached for Junsu and Yunho intercepted him, ignoring Jaejoong’s exclamation. It was so surrealist Yoochun couldn’t think of even batting an eyelash. He saw Jaejoong trying to stop Yunho harming the manager, saw Changmin crossing the room and extracted Junsu from the clash, then Heun Gul, their second manager, trying to pushed Young Hee out of Yunho’s grasp and receiving a blow in the chin instead, from Changmin? Or Yunho? Everything was too fast, too confusing; and Yoochun could do nothing to stop them all. Then, a voice roared:
“JUST FUCKIN’ STOP, NOW!!”
Jaejoong’s red cheeks, frowning brows and dark eyes, so dark and so furious it was scary, froze the room for seconds which seemed like years. Yoochun held his breath. Changmin had Junsu against him, the both of them in a corner of the room, far from the blows and the rage. Yunho was breathing heavily and looked sorry for a second. Then he composed himself and just waited. Young Hee’s face was scarlet and his mouth was distorted in an ugly shape when he passed in front of Yunho. He wreathed the front of his vest.
“You won’t hear the end of this anytime, Yunho, I can guarantee it.”
It was a real relief when Heun Gul took him by the arm and pulled him out the lockers. Yoochun quickly closed the door after them. He exchanged a glance with Changmin, who just shrugged. They weren’t crazy enough to say anything when their hyung were obviously in this state of anger. Much to their surprise, it was Junsu who broke the nervous silence, still in Changmin’s arms.
“You don’t need to do that, hyung.”
“What are you talking about?” Yunho asked hotly. “Do you prefer staying here alone? Don’t you want to be with us?”
“It’s not what I…”
“Ok, listen. If it’s what you want, I just won’t care anymore. Do as you want.”
And he rushed out the room. Silence.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said.
Well, it was a good summary of the situation at least, Changmin thought. Jaejoong sighed heavily and without a word, went after Yunho. Startled, Yoochun saw Junsu wince but the younger singer quickly recovered himself.
“Ok,” Changmin said. “Junsu, explain?”
“Don’t want to,” Junsu said.
Yoochun let out an exasperated sigh.
“Oh please… It’s not the moment to play games.”
“Do you think I’m playing?”
Changmin cringed at the bitter tone of his hyung’s voice. It was so… unJunsu-like. He could see Yoochun, taken back, opening his mouth to say something but Junsu was already near the door.
“I don’t care. Just ask Jaejoong-hyung.”
And he was out. The two others stayed silent after his departure.
“Ok, you know what Changmin?”
Changmin could bet that Yoochun was offended to death. He hated it, when people refused to confide in him - and even more when it was Junsu. Junsu wasn’t supposed to have secrets, after all. Changmin placed an appeasing hand on his shoulder.
“We can also have our own secrets,” Yoochun said. “We can play all mysterious and all cranky and then just tell them to clear off when they will ask us what’s going on. Great isn’t’ it?”
“Let’s just see Jaejoong-hyung,” Changmin said.
Because they fucking needed an explanation. And a good one.
[edit] honestly, should I continue to translate this story? ^^"
He's been told he was like a dazzling star, but then why was his world slowly fading to grey? And when a calculated twist of fate threatens to tear the group apart, he will realize he was never meant to shine without them. (thanks to nadesico_chan) - Gen for now, PG-13
Previous chapter: [00]
Translation by eleawin and nadesico-chan <3
1.
GLEAM
Pale, faint, but lasting light
“Hyung, that’s just ridiculous.”
Changmin hoped he had been categorical enough on the subject. Thinking of it, he had certainly been; except if the person he was speaking to didn’t understand what a frowning, arm-folded Changmin meant. That was not something you wanted to see everyday, in his humble opinion. Except if you were a severe case of masochism, and even in this case… The other one had the audacity - the unconsciousness - to smile happily and wave the disgusting thing under his nose.
“Really Changmin, it would suit you so well!”
“Frankly, I don’t think so…”
“I tell you, pink would suit you so well Changminnie!”
Yoochun threw a positively shining smile to the youngest member of the group, ignoring the martyr look Changmin knew to display in this kind of situation. MNet was following their every moves and Yoochun directed an amused glance toward the camera.
“This is our Changmin,” he declared, playfully slapping the tall boy’s shoulder. “Ah Changmin…What are we going to do with you?”
“You can start by feeding him,” Changmin mumbled “And stop stealing his clothes.”
The journalist suppressed a giggle and the young boy saw the manager-hyung nod in a paternal way. Of course, that was the kind of lines fans loved. Changmin exchanged a glance with Yoochun who smiled somewhat forcefully. You have to the play the game, right?
“At least we’re through with the cameras for today,” said Yoochun, once the interview was over.
The baritone rubbed his eyes and looked around him. Changmin had come with him to record their parts in their new MV and greet the reporters on the filming set. It was eerily calm without the three others, but also more productive. Even though there was no one to piss off. He gave the younger one a slap on the back.
“What about ramen? My treat.”
Not the kind to decline a food offer, Changmin let himself be led to the small kitchen set at the far end of the studio and watched Yoochun make water boil and take out two instant noodles cups. Lucky he wasn’t the kind to turn his nose up he thought, looking at the penguins on the lids. That logo was starting to be familiar to him. He fumbled in his bag for a moment to take out his ipod.
“I called Jae a short while ago,” Yoochun said. ”They are not done recording yet. We’ll come fetch them before practice.”
Changmin nodded and ate in silence. Dance practice again tonight, then dinner, recording of the demo for the next single, then rehearsals for tomorrow‘s TV appearance - they wouldn’t have finished before 2 am. And to get up at 6 am, what a life. Ah, he would give anything in the world for a good, long sleep in. Yoochun frowned as he heard him sigh.
“What’s wrong? It doesn’t taste good?”
“We’re eating instant noodles, I don’t expect it to taste good,” Changmin mumbled. “I was just thinking…”
“Well, be thankful it wasn’t Junsu cooking, I don’t know how but he can actually ruin it.”
Yoochun got up and begun to clear away the table. “And don’t think too much Changmin; you’ll end with so much white hair it would be scary.”
And he laughed, because thinking of a white-haired Changmin was desperately fun and maybe he should just suggest the idea to their hairdresser. The youngest rolled his eyes and threw his empty can at his hyung, who dodged it with grace and agility - of course.
A few minutes later, their manager called them and they returned to their van. Yoochun allocated himself a little rest and didn’t protest when Changmin borrowed Jaejoong’s Nintendo DS (“He’s 65 years old according to Brain Age? Why am I not surprised?”). He didn’t sleep much last night, and even less on the nights before. They just should kill their dance coach he grimaced, massaging his sore neck. Since Junsu had kept messing up with his steps, they trained again and again until noon. Yoochun hoped the coming practice would be better, or they would eat some boiled dolphin tonight.
He closed his eyes and let himself drown in the comfy seat of his place in the front. Their manager was making a call again, discussing their next TV appearance, next practice, next whatever - Yoochun didn’t need to know now. He sighed and just decided to sleep, ignoring Changmin who was joyfully erasing all of Jaejoong’s data from his games. Practice wouldn’t be fun.
**
“What?”
Jaejoong winced when he heard Yunho’s voice throughout the corridor. It wasn’t frequent to see Yunho angry or annoyed, but when it occurred, you couldn’t ignore it. Jaejoong could imagine his friend frowning and clenching his fists. The singer ran his hand on his newly dyed blond hair and stepped forward the door. If he could hear what was going on without being seen…
“Orders from above,” Park Young Hee, one of their managers, said. “You’re taking the plane tomorrow. Ah, Jaejoong!”
So much for discretion. Jaejoong almost tripped over his oversized pants and missed killing himself before joining them. Yunho seemed pissed off and looked like he was trying to pierce holes through the manager’s head. Jaejoong smiled prettily and did as if he was oblivious of the tension. He was good playing at dumb.
“What’s going on?” he asked. “Where are we supposed to go?”
“Tokyo. Johnny’s Entertainment has invited Tohoshinki to perform with one of its bands!”
“What?”
Young Hee looked was excited. “It’s a golden opportunity for Tohoshinki! Collaborate with them and you’ll be promoted as never before, and of course, of course, it will mean the end of their attempts to block us.”
“Well… it’s good? I guess?”
In matter of fact, Young Hee was the only one thinking so. Yunho just looked pissed off. Jaejoong stared at him, unable to understand his reaction.
“And… the show we’re supposed to film tomorrow?” he asked. “And the new single?”
“The single will be done tonight,” Young Hee said almost petulantly. “And for the show, we have a solution.”
“I don’t like it.”
If a voice could produce ice, Jaejoong would bet on Yunho’s. Fans may call him Ice Queen or whatever crap but they’ve obviously never seen a furious Yunho. The blonde shifted nervously between them and risked a glance at Young Hee’s face. The manager was smiling, and to be honest… it was creepy.
“What’s the problem, Yunho?” Young Hee asked. “I don’t understand.”
“I should explain it to you, then.”
Yunho returned the smile, and Jaejoong felt like running away and hiding somewhere, far, far away from them. Where was Junsu when he needed him?
“It’s not that complicated, Young Hee-sshi. It’s just that I fail to figure out the marvelous reasoning of yours, which made you conclude that it would be for the best to make one of us stay here while the others would be in Tokyo,” Yunho said. He paused. “And since we’re at it. I don’t understand either why you didn’t ask our opinions about it.”
Jaejoong arched an eyebrow.
“What? Who is staying?”
“You don’t need to understand,” Soo Lee said, totally ignoring him - bastard. “Just follow what the management tells you to do, ok?”
Aw, it was a bad move. Yunho looked ready to kill. Young Hee was in so deep shit it was almost amusing, Jaejoong mused. He has the impression he was watching a movie, something like the showbiz version of Star Wars without the spaceships. Young Hee would look fabulous with a dark helmet. As Yunho was opening his mouth to retort back, Junsu appeared in the corridor, coffee in hand.
“There’s a meeting?” he asked. “What’s going on?”
“Junsu!”
Manager-hyung looked happy.
“Congratulations, you have a new contract!”
**
It was raining. Changmin sighed and rearranged his scarf around his neck. He took a glance at Yoochun, who had declared war to the vending machine and was trying without much success to recover his change.
“I won’t let this thing win! Who do you think I am, uh!?”
“Are you talking to the machine?” Changmin asked. “No, wait, I don’t want to know. But well. If you need ¥200, I think I can help you, hyung. You just look stupid.”
Yoochun didn’t deign to give him an answer and went to sit down, muttering complaints about how Changmin was mean, almost as mean as The Vending Machine of Hell (copyright Micky). They were in the hall of their private gymnasium, waiting for their bandmates. Changmin knew something was off the same moment he entered the building - angry voices from the corridors could be considered as hints, he guessed. The manager who accompanied them, Heun Gul, had gone to see what was going on. And explicitly told them to stay where they were and just wait. Like hell. Changmin wasn’t really happy with that. He was pacing up in the hall, much to Yoochun’s annoyance.
“’Min, I know you’re full of energy, but you’re sure you don’t want to keep it for tonight’s practice?”
“What do you think they’re doing?”
Yoochun opened his mouth to answer but finally closed it without talking. He was playing with his empty can and throwing frequent glances at his watch. Practice should have begun twenty minutes ago, but the angry voices from the lockers weren’t calming down. Was it Yunho’s voice? Or Jaejoong’s?
Changmin suddenly froze. He had this determined look on his face Yoochun knew it would mean problems. Indeed. The youngest swung his drinking cup in the trash can and without warning, rushed in the corridor. Yoochun swore.
“’Min! Fuck… Wait, Changmin!”
He felt stupid running behind the youngest and trying to catch up with him, but relieved at the same time. He was dying to know what was going on. Curious, they opened partway the door and threw a glance in the lockers. Yunho was speaking animatedly.
“I said no, wasn’t it straight enough? What part in “no” you don’t understand, exactly?”
“Yunho, Yunho, calm down…”
“The fuck, Jae! Aren’t you tired of all their shit? For who - for what - are you taking us, in the end? Some fucking puppets?”
“I’m also tired of your whims, Jung Yunho!” Park Young Hee retorted - almost shrieked. “You have no say in that matter!”
“Really?”
Yunho took a step forward the manager, looking down upon him from all his height - he was a head taller than the man. Yoochun was almost surprised that Young Hee didn’t look impressed under the furious glare of their leader. He would. Yunho laughed.
“Funny, it’s not what’s written on my contract. What, did I miss an abusive clause?”
“Do as you want,” Young Hee spitted. “It’s not about you, anyway! Junsu!”
And all hell broke loose. Young Hee reached for Junsu and Yunho intercepted him, ignoring Jaejoong’s exclamation. It was so surrealist Yoochun couldn’t think of even batting an eyelash. He saw Jaejoong trying to stop Yunho harming the manager, saw Changmin crossing the room and extracted Junsu from the clash, then Heun Gul, their second manager, trying to pushed Young Hee out of Yunho’s grasp and receiving a blow in the chin instead, from Changmin? Or Yunho? Everything was too fast, too confusing; and Yoochun could do nothing to stop them all. Then, a voice roared:
“JUST FUCKIN’ STOP, NOW!!”
Jaejoong’s red cheeks, frowning brows and dark eyes, so dark and so furious it was scary, froze the room for seconds which seemed like years. Yoochun held his breath. Changmin had Junsu against him, the both of them in a corner of the room, far from the blows and the rage. Yunho was breathing heavily and looked sorry for a second. Then he composed himself and just waited. Young Hee’s face was scarlet and his mouth was distorted in an ugly shape when he passed in front of Yunho. He wreathed the front of his vest.
“You won’t hear the end of this anytime, Yunho, I can guarantee it.”
It was a real relief when Heun Gul took him by the arm and pulled him out the lockers. Yoochun quickly closed the door after them. He exchanged a glance with Changmin, who just shrugged. They weren’t crazy enough to say anything when their hyung were obviously in this state of anger. Much to their surprise, it was Junsu who broke the nervous silence, still in Changmin’s arms.
“You don’t need to do that, hyung.”
“What are you talking about?” Yunho asked hotly. “Do you prefer staying here alone? Don’t you want to be with us?”
“It’s not what I…”
“Ok, listen. If it’s what you want, I just won’t care anymore. Do as you want.”
And he rushed out the room. Silence.
“Fuck,” Jaejoong said.
Well, it was a good summary of the situation at least, Changmin thought. Jaejoong sighed heavily and without a word, went after Yunho. Startled, Yoochun saw Junsu wince but the younger singer quickly recovered himself.
“Ok,” Changmin said. “Junsu, explain?”
“Don’t want to,” Junsu said.
Yoochun let out an exasperated sigh.
“Oh please… It’s not the moment to play games.”
“Do you think I’m playing?”
Changmin cringed at the bitter tone of his hyung’s voice. It was so… unJunsu-like. He could see Yoochun, taken back, opening his mouth to say something but Junsu was already near the door.
“I don’t care. Just ask Jaejoong-hyung.”
And he was out. The two others stayed silent after his departure.
“Ok, you know what Changmin?”
Changmin could bet that Yoochun was offended to death. He hated it, when people refused to confide in him - and even more when it was Junsu. Junsu wasn’t supposed to have secrets, after all. Changmin placed an appeasing hand on his shoulder.
“We can also have our own secrets,” Yoochun said. “We can play all mysterious and all cranky and then just tell them to clear off when they will ask us what’s going on. Great isn’t’ it?”
“Let’s just see Jaejoong-hyung,” Changmin said.
Because they fucking needed an explanation. And a good one.
[edit] honestly, should I continue to translate this story? ^^"