Author's Note: A few friends and I decided to take on this challenge and I decided to share it with the world...Day 01 is late, but better late than never, no?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, they belong to Tom Warburton.

"Stop fidgeting, Wally! It's gonna be fine." Kuki tried her best to comfort her boyfriend, who was currently tugging at the drawstring on his orange hoodie. The pair stood on the doorstep of the Sanban household, waiting for Kuki's parents to open the door.

Like any other teenage boy who was about to meet their girlfriend's parents for the first time, Wallabee was scared shitless. What if I say something stupid? He thought. What if they don't like the way I look? What if-

Wallabee's thoughts were cut off and his blood ran cold as the door in front of him opened. He looked up and was met with the indifferent face of Mrs. Sanban.

"You're home, Kuki. And I see you've brought a friend over. Who might he be?" Wallabee swallowed audibly before responding.

"Ah, um... I'm Wallabee Beatles, Kuki's boyfriend."

A flash of recognition crossed Mrs. Sanban's face before returning to its original indifferent mask. " Ah, I remember now. She said she would be bringing you over a few nights ago. Please, come in. We were just about to start dinner."

Wallabee swallowed one more time before steeling himself and walking in to the Sanban household. This is gonna be a looooong night...

Kuki and Wallabee sat comfortably on the loveseat with their eyes on the television. They weren't actually watching it, though. They both had satisfied smiles on their faces; dinner had been delicious. Kuki's mother was an excellent cook, and the vegetable lo mein that she had made sat comfortably in their stomachs.

"Wallabee? Kuki? Your father and I would like to have a word with you." The food that once sat comfortably in the teenage boy's stomach now felt like a block of lead. Mr. and Mrs. Sanban entered the living room and sat in the couch opposite them. The television was switched off and the pair was fixed with an intense stare.

Mr. Sanban wasted no time with formalities. "You're dating my daughter?" The question sounded more like a statement to the boy. He nodded nervously and said "Yes, sir."

"Well, we can't have just anybody dating our daughter." Mr. Sanban intoned. "What do you plan on doing with your life when you grow older?"

Shit! Wallabee thought. I haven't even thought of that! I knew tonight was a bad idea! I have to at least say something...Think Wallabee, think!

As Wallabee's thoughts raced, the silence caused by the lull in conversation grew longer and longer. And as the silence stretched on, Mr. Sanban's patience wore thinner and thinner. " Come on, Mr. Beatles." he said. "We don't have all evening."

That single comment pierced through the jumble of thoughts in Wallabee's head, and without thinking he bit out "Maybe if you shut your bloody trap for a minute or two you'd have an answer!"

The silence that now covered the room was thick like a winter blanket. Mrs. Sanban, usually the picture of indifference in any situation, sat with widened eyes and a slack jaw. Mr. Sanban's eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips settled into a thin line.

"What was that, Mr Beatles?" he asked in a cold voice.

Kuki's heart began to race once the first bout of silence appeared. She knew how little patience her father had, and how easily he was angered. She also knew how badly pressure affected Wally, and she hoped that he wasn't going crazy inside his head.

Her hopes were crushed once her father spoke. She expected Wallabee's outburst and her father's tense words after. Before things spiraled out of control, she quickly grasped Wallabee's hand in her own and hoped it provided some sort of comfort.

Wallabee looked down at the sudden warmth in his hand and saw another one pressed tightly into his own. The simple fact that Kuki had taken hold of his hand served to calm his frayed nerves. Well, he wasn't totally comfortable, just enough to think properly.

"I'm really sorry about that, Mr. Sanban." Wallabee said sincerely. "I'm really nervous and I don't work too well under pressure..."

Mr. Sanban took a deep breath before speaking again. "That's alright, Mr. Beatles, but I won't be tolerating any more of your outbursts. Now answer the question: what do you plan on doing when you get older?"

"I've considered going into the military a few times, but it's risky. Other than that, I haven't put much thought into it."

"At least the boy answered honestly." Mrs. Sanban said. Choosing not to acknowledge his wife's comment, Mr. Sanban rattled off another question. "What do you do in your spare time?"

This question was much easier to answer, especially with Kuki's hand tucked securely into his. "Well, I like to play sports a lot, especially football and soccer. I also like boxing, but I don't get to do it very often."

Kuki squeezed her boyfriend's hand reassuringly at his response. He gripped her hand tighter in response, not planning on letting go until this entire interrogation was finished.