A/N: Took us long but here it is! Story Not Told's sequel is finally up! This follows both SNT and The Best Valentine's Day. Now, I apologize for the preface. I just want to remind you all of what happened, since it has been such a long time, and since I convinced myself many of you could've forgotten where we left Story Not Told. XD anyways here is a quick preface and stick along for the ride! Many emotions to come! If you haven't read Story Not Told, I advise you to read it first. Just click my name ^^

PREFACE

In Story Not Told, we learned how Buster and Ash's relationship began, along with the battles they fought with both their pasts and themselves. Besides being shown this main arch, we had a few minor stories going on. Such as Ash's parents longing to see their daughter again and Buster's ex-(cheating) girlfriend Laura, who's looking forward to apologizing, going past Buster's struggles against his feelings for Ash, and the latter finding her old neighborhood friend Tara.

Another thing worth a mention is the fact Buster went to the other side of town to kick Lance's ass. Why is this worth a mention, you ask? Re-imagine the scene. Yeah. Welcome. Another thing worth remembering is Lance's insistence in getting Ash back. Also, if you re-read the last chapter, you'll see Lance and Becky broke up. Yeah. Cheaters don't deserve girlfriends.

In The Best Valentines' Day, we are introduced to Munro, Laura's fiancé, an ex-cop who won't take crap from anyone. Also, if you go through it again, you'll see both him and Ash became friends. Keep that in mind. It's important.

Two other new characters we were introduced to were Ash's parents, Matthew and Marina, who, despite not fully approving Ash's way of life, acknowledge her talent and are now supportive of her. And one character we can't forget is Ash's little brother Adam. Seriously, don't you wanna hug him? (A/N: At your own risk; no matter how cute they look, I wouldn't hug a porcupine. XD) All of you can expect to see more from all these people, erm, animals in this brand new sequel!

Now that we took a ride through the tunnel of time, let's get to the actual story!

Buster rode his bike to the theatre, nervously whistling to himself to try and get his mind off of stuff. He allowed himself to think over the past few months' events. His theatre had been destroyed, rebuilt, and as a bonus was back to its former glory. It was refurbished, too. Instead of the usual dull stage, they now had a glowing squid tank.

He had held a singing contest that brought many unknown talents together, launching them into stardom. It was unfortunate, however, that most of them didn't want the attention that being a star brought. Minus Mike - as far as Buster knew, the diminutive crooner wanted all the attention he could get - but the mouse seemingly had left town, much to the cast's surprise.

As for Rosita and Johnny, both became mildly famous stars. They recorded a few albums. Yet thanks to their busy lifestyles - Rosita watching after 25 piglets and Johnny having an almost full-time job to try and pay his dad's bail - they were quickly forgotten by the media. Sure, those damn journalists did feed on their tragic life stories for a month, but that's pretty much as far as it went. People still know them, of course, and it's not a surprise if someone asks for an autograph.

Meena. Poor girl. Media was still feeding off of her presentation and many times made pressure for her to sing with famous artists. She didn't even wanna hear it - much to her grandfather's annoyance, Buster learned. A girl that quiet, shy... of course she wasn't going to like all the attention. Collaborating with Johnny and Rosita was the farthest she went, and even tho they were close friends now, she still had to be talked into it. She had bad media experiences without having her name on an album. The elephant would much rather sing in church, to her friends, or in a small club she goes to, eventually.

And then, there was Ash. Buster froze for a moment thinking about this last one. She was his girlfriend, had been since the competition. She went on a tour scheduled to end yesterday. This means she will be back today, and, hopefully, they'll spend the entire afternoon together. He misses her so darn much. When given the opportunity, she jumped head-first in the tour. And thanks to Buster's introduction, she had a great heartbreak story to tell.

Their relationship is still a secret, of course. Mainly because Ash is a minor and Buster is over 40, but also because he doesn't want the attention that'd bring.

Ash spent three months away, performing in all Calatonia. The tour's final performance was in Newt York, though. A mess. But no matter how messy things got, Ash would always find time to skype with him and send him pictures of the places she saw. He was so proud of her. He wanted to go with her, but knew that was going to bring undesired attention. And he didn't want that.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he remembered the reason he was so nervous in the first place. Carefully balancing himself on the bike, the koala pulled a small box from his pocket. Inside of it, there was a ring. The same ring he'd use to propose to Ash tonight.

He clutched it tightly with his hand. Was he going forward with that? He had the ring and reservations for dinner tonight. But was proposing the best idea? He was much older than Ash. She would eventually get tired of putting up with an old guy, right?

Buster's thoughts and concerns were erased from his mind the second his bike hit a lamp post and he came crashing to the ground. He rubbed his sore head as he went into the theatre. His worries were ridiculous! She loved him, right? And he loved her back, right? Age was just a number here! He pulled out his phone, hesitating as soon as he unlocked the screen.

It's not gonna be 'just a number' when I'm old and sick.

He hadn't thought about that. And the koala was walking so absentmindedly he missed three large figures standing on the staircase that led to the foyer.

But that, too, was ridiculous. Nothing guaranteed he was going to be sick when he grew old! And if he did, he'd tell her to leave him and enjoy her life, no damage done. That was it. Buster had a plan. Looking down at his theatre, he allowed himself to think about Ash. Her sweet smile, that could brighten even the darkest of days; her kisses, powerful enough to send real currents through his body; her laughter, capable of bringing happiness even to the most desolated animals.

And then suddenly, all doubt faded. He wanted to marry her. The rest, they'd work out together. His heart growing warm, he decided: today was the day.

Today, he was going to propose to Ash.

Decidedly, he reached into his pocket once again and pulled his phone out, quickly dialing her number. As soon as it began to ring, though, he started to consider proposing to her through the phone. Hell, he was getting nervous just inviting her to dinner! He'll surely be shaking like a leaf in autumn tonight. A noise behind him caught his attention and he quickly turned to look, but found nothing. The manager shrugged it off. It was probably his nervousness anyways.

"Hey, Full Moon. What's up?"

"Rockstar!" Buster greeted, trying his best to keep the cool tone in his voice. "Did you already board?"

"Yeah. Just waiting for the takeoff."

"Fly safe."

"Wait, I'll get the pilot in line," she joked.

"Hey, you could try to learn a thing or two to teach me," he replied, suggestively.

"You can't drive a car, you think I'll let you near a plane?" She asked, letting out a soundly laugh. Teasing him was awesome. "They're asking for the phones to be turned off. Gotta go, Moon."

"No, no, wait!" Silence. "Rockstar?"

"Still here. Sorry. A guy just fell off of a cart and it was funny as hell."

"I bet." He kinda laughed the words out, immediately slapping himself. Clearing his throat, he got his mouth close to the speaker once again. "I was thinking that maybe we could go out tonight? I have reservations to-" Another noise. Buster quickly turned to look, once again finding nothing. "Les Calmars at 8 o'clock."

"Did you give them the right name or we'll have to convince the waiter you placed it under the wrong name?" She asked, teasingly.

"I did that only once because I was sleepy as hell, and you know it."

"That was a funny day."

"Is that a yes?"

She paused before replying. "That's a yes, Full Moon."

"Great! And also... I have something for you?" He let out an inaudible sigh, closing his eyes. "That wasn't supposed to come out as a question. I have something for you."

"You didn't have to."

"Yeah, but I wanted to."

Ash could practically hear her boyfriend's smile and she gladly matched it. "You're the best. So, 8?"

"I'll pick you up. Got Eddie's car again."

"Does it come with a license?"

"No, you drive."

Both shared a quick laugh. "Love you, Moon."

"Love you too, rockstar. Have a great flight, okay? I gotta arrange the set for this new play, and the sooner I get it done, the better."

"Alright. See you."

"See you. Love you."

When he laid the phone down, he fist bumped into the air. Yes! Now, he only had to work out what he was going to say. But that would have to wait, as the three large figures appeared right behind him. Before he could turn, he felt something hard crushing against his back, and he fell to the ground with a loud thump.

"Alright, Moon... give us the money and this is as much as you'll get hurt."

"Ow, f-… What money?"

Once again, the bear smacked him with a bat. "My money! Your share of what Mike took from us!"

"Mike's money? I didn't get part of it!" From the two blows, Buster was now facing the other direction. He heard the bear sigh and suddenly felt claws wrapping around him, lifting him so he'd face the leader bear.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

"I don't have money."

"So I can destroy this theatre brick by brick and won't find a dime of my money?"

"Yes… you can," he gasped out when the bear tightened his grip on him.

"Then where is Mike?!"

"He left town! I don't know!"

One bear sidekick scoffed, getting closer to the koala and slapping him in the face. "Uh! Been his partner for Pete knows how long and doesn't know where he's hiding?!"

"Partner?" His eyes grew wide. "N-No, folks, that's wrong. I-I'm not his partner, I'm just the manager here!"

"Then what were you doing with his money?!"

"Mike never gave me any money, I swear!" The leader once again sent the bat crashing down his back. Buster winced in pain, putting his hand on his pocket to discretely call emergency. One bear beat him to it, kicking his phone to one of the aisles. He tried crawling over, but heard a metallic sound. He immediately froze, turning around to see a gun in the leader bear's hand.

The much bigger animal stood up straight, aiming at Buster. "Last chance. You can get out of here alive or dead."

"No, please! I have nothing!"

"Either you give us the money, or you give us Mike. Or this." He clicked the magazine to prove his point. Buster quickly nodded, struggling to get up.

"Back here. It's back here," he rushed the bears to the backstage. "That box, at the end of the corridor. There's not much, just the gain of my last show."

"After you." The leader motioned with his gun. Buster raised his hands and did as told. He was limping from his beating, it only made his plan harder. But as soon as he found a chance, he pulled a lever and a bag of sand came crashing down on one bear's head. And so he ran to the rehearsal rooms. A shot was fired, but he didn't look back. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his back, and he fell down the ground.

"There!" Buster's eyes widened. He tried dragging himself to under a box, but it was of no avail. "You think this is some sort of stupid game?!" He growled, before picking the koala up once again.

"You have the wrong person… I have $3,000 bucks at the ticket booth, take it. But don't kill me. Please." The bears exchanged looks.

"Dmitry, go check the ticket booth." Said bear ran up the main corridor to the entrance, whilst the boss kept Buster between his paws, squeezing him every once in a while. "You are very brave to do that-" he pointed at the bear who was just getting up. "To one of us. I'll give you that."

"Boss!" All eyes turned to look. Dmitri opened a box. "$2,570 here."

"Eh… not the value I was expecting, but it'll have to do. We're taking it. The rest, we'll get with Mike." He looked back at Buster, a smile on his face. "When we leave… are you going to run to a police station and report what happened today?"

"No..."

"How can I be sure?"

"I promise. I will not tell anyone. Just, please... let me go." The bear's expression softened for a moment. Lifting Buster high in the air, he sent him crashing down with all his might. The koala yelped at the pain it brought, only to let out a cry when the bear kicked him.

"I'm sorry, Moon..," once again, he pulled out his gun. "I have a strict no witnesses policy." Before Buster could say anything, he felt sharp pain run through his chest. He curled up into himself. The bear who had been hit by the sandbag was now fully awake and tried to reach Buster, but the leader stopped him. "Drop it. Look at him. He suffered enough, let the guy bleed to death. He'll hardly last another 20 minutes."

He sighed. "Alright."

"Boss, we gotta run!"

"Let's go!"

Buster's vision was growing blurrier by the minute. All he could make out at this point were rushed footsteps. Everything around him seemed to be spinning. He didn't know where he found strength, but turned to look at the ceiling. Even keeping his eyes open was hard at this point. He was writhing in pain, desperately trying to breathe. He touched his blood-soaked shirt, cringing at the sight. He was a bloody mess. Getting drowsy from the blood loss, the koala let his head rest against the cold floor. Pain once again washed over his body, making him curl into himself. And then he saw something, narrowing his eyes trying to make the form out. His guess had been correct. Half an arm away from him stood his cellphone.

He forcefully rubbed his eyes, as if that simple motion would make things stop spinning. Buster reached out for it, and after a few failed attempts managed to grab the device and dial a number.

"911, what's your emergency?"

Buster tried getting words out, but they were practically inaudible as another wave of pain rushed through his body. He clutched his chest tightly, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Help... me..."

"Sir, can you speak louder? I can't hear you."

"P-Please… help me… shot..." He whispered, a tad bit louder. Buster could feel his energy leaving him, so he ceased to try. It hurt so very much. All he could do was hope that the responder had heard him, or would at least send cops over to check on him. Fidgeting a bit with his phone, he opened a photo of Ash, and, he could swear, it lessened the pain just for a moment. He sadly smiled, almost to himself, trying to hold the phone, but gave up when the last of his energy left him. He shut his eyes tight.

"I'm so sorry, love..," he muttered, finally allowing his eyes to snap shut.

A/N: You're not the only one who's crying. I cried writing it, and now I'm crying proofreading it. If you like it and wish to know what happens, please leave a review! It's very important to me! Thanks, in advance, and I hope you stick along for the ride!