Hello all my loyal fans. This may not be the update you have waiting for. I'm terribly stuck with Distance; Since I don't do this often I'm going to do a bit of self-promotion since I don't do it that often. Welcome to my newest story, Torches. I am Sinclare, and I will be your guide through this field of blue flowers known as my literary work. If you have to the time, and the motivation please check out my other stories, Distance, Destination, and Guild Wars (is being rewritten). I currently am collaborating with a good friend of my known as darksundemise, and we have a Aot (Attack on Titan) fic, currently in progress. Check it out if you can, its called And the War Came. Your best bet of finding it is to just search his name, and you'll find it easier. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this little comedy show.

[Fanfiction of the Apple iPhone Dating sim, Honeys I'm Home] Fujiwara, Taketo is a abnormal (non-otaku) teen trying to get through his second year college. After all, he maintains perfect grades and participate in a modicum of after-school activities. How does he do this? He has a room to himself. Unfortunately for him, that dream is dead... Somehow a semi-truck managed to smash its way through his room, damaging very little of his things, but completely wrecking the room. Now he is stuck living with his friend and her five friends. Living with a house full of women... How great does that sound?

Ch1: Helena Beat

Aoi led me away from the college, skipping happily along the pavement. As for me, I walked casually with a headphone in one ear. Just in case Aoi tried to talk to me; That way it wouldn't look like I was trying to ignore her. We walked for about another ten minutes, a large house came into view. The roof was slanted at a slanted at a 45* degree angle, it's outer paint was completely extravagant! Not a single chip or crack in sight. We arrived the door, Aoi opened it slowly, and walked inside, motioning for me to follow.

I did as instructed. We walked down a narrow hallway, a staircase was to the left of the front door. She turned to the right, opening another door, leading me into another room. Of which I suspected was the living room. "Wait here." She said calmly. My response was a slight nod. Aoi left. I sat on one of the various couches, my right leg overlapped my left, my arms were spread across the back, as if this place were my own.

"Gotta get away, yeah the warrants on my head. Gotta get away, they want me alive or dead." As if… I thought to myself. I had no intention of living my life on the lamb. "Who are you?" I turned to the left to find a young girl standing there. Black hair went down to her shoulders, a tie was locked around her neck checker grey and black, she wore a light blue collared, with a grey skirt.

"Hi," I said nervously, jumping up from the couch. "Hi I'm—" She smacked away my outstretched hand and cried out, "thief!" She hastily grabbed a broom to the side her. What a coincidence, huh? And began to swing it at me, with maiming intent. I ducked, sidestepped, and kind of threw in an acrobatic backflip, just for the hell of it.

"I didn't steal anything!" I shouted bolting out of the room towards the front door, that spontaneously opened. I immediately crashed into the person that just entered. Lucky me… "Ow, Ow, Ow…" a feminine voice cried from underneath me. "I am so sorry!" I quickly retreated, extending my hand offering to help her up. "Are you okay?" I asked, as she clasped my hand. I looked into her blue eyes, I could see that and her tan…ish hair.

"Take this!" the ravenette reared back, preparing to strike me. I jumped into the air, twisting my body, and flinging my leg out. My leg made contact with the broom's handle. A loud crack emanated through the air, as I land pressing my glasses against my face. "My apologies," I started offering a hand to the girl on the floor, I could her the broomstick and the broom itself clank against the wall. They both seemed scared of me at this point. "I'll pay for the broom." They looked at me in surprise. Perhaps they had never seen a teenage boy before... I looked back at ravenette, and gave a smile.

"What's going on down here?" Aoi came running down, followed by a girl with red hair scowling at the sight of me. She couldn't hate me already, could she? "Mitsuka, Sayaka are you guys alright?" She asked, looking my way like I had done something. "What did you do to them?" The red-haired one barked.

"You mistake me for some sort of scoundrel-" I responded offering my hand to the fallen girl once more.

"It's not hard when you present yourself as one!" She retorted.

"I am a productive member of the community... to even insinuate-"

"Take-kun, you talk too much." Aoi interrupted, with a smile of her face.

"You know this person?" The red-haired girl asked with a sour face.

"My name is Taketo. I figured you couldn't hear, considering your inability to listen to anything I have to say." She growled at me, her eyes were filled with anger and rage.

"Well, well, this is some man you brought home Aoi," the voice -of a woman- came from nowhere.

"Well in this one's opinion," I retorted pointing towards the red-haired girl, "I'm nothing more than a vagabond that came to cause you harm."

"My name is Aki, you jackass!"

"Now, now, that's quite enough you two." the unknown voice came again.

"Misaki is right Take-kun, that's enough. Do you have to be so condescending?" Aoi asked.

"Well, I suppose I could omit such an idiosyncrasy from my personality, but then I wouldn't really be me now, would I?" They all stood befuddled. All, apart from the woman still sitting on the floor.

I sighed, looking over my shoulder stood a woman. She was dressed in a white shirt, showing heavy amounts of cleavage, (I personally scoffed at that; She, of course, replied with a raised eyebrow.) black slacks, and house shoes. Jet black hair hung over her eyes, ones that holds purple and black enclosed within its grasp. I looked at her with contempt, no thoughts passed through my mind at this time. None at all.

"See anything you like?" She asked politely.

"No offense, Misaki or to any of you ladies in general, I find none of you sexually attractive at all; however, all of you fair better at getting on my good side rather than Aki because of: her abrasive insolence, dull personality, little tolerance of me even though I have done nothing wrong. I suppose, I shall have to learn to tolerate her since, henceforth, I shall be residing in this household with you ladies." I stated pressing my glasses against my face. I notice Misaki's expression turned to one of surprise, as did the others. "Also I would like to apologize for my poor take at a first impression. I assure you that I'm a kind person, but your friend here hasn't exactly put me in the most jovial of moods."

"Aki was pretty rude to him Misaki."

"Who's side are you on?"

"I believe Take-kun, Aki."

"He insulted me! ...I think..." Aki tapped her chin.

"I suspected I would have to explain it to you." I sighed, dealing with idiots has always been apart of my day. "The term abrasive is formed (ORIGIN mid 19th cent. (as a noun)) from Latin abras- 'abraded,' from the verb abradere (see abrade), + -ive. It means: (of a person or manner) showing little concern for the feelings of others; harsh. A word perfectly apt for you personality. Insolence means: rude and disrespectful behavior. The kind you shown to me. I am willing to forgive you, if you are willing to apologize."

"Take-kun!" Aoi shouted.

"My apologies, I didn't me to upset you." I turned to Misaki. Stilling my anger, and bringing up a smile from the crevice of my mind. "Miss, I am Fujiwara, Taketo. It's nice to meet you."

"Wow, you're demeanor changed quickly. What's your secret?" She asked.

"Friendly people will the get the best from me." I answered. "Perhaps your contemporary could learn a thing or two."

"Oh! We aren't the same age Take-k- Do you mind if I call you that?"

"Could have fooled me. And no, I don't mind at all." I replied. Misaki blushed at my comment and commenced twiddling her thumbs.

"You such a charmer, Take-kun." Aoi yelled from behind me.

"I don't want him living here!" Aki bellowed. "I am the only one that finds a guy sharing a house with six women a little indecent?"

"I, for one, agree." Another dark-haired girl came down the stairs, her hair was longer that Misaki's. About mid-backs length now that I think about it. She clutched the sleeve of her purple shirt. "This man is far too barbaric to stay here with us."

I smirked. "I applaud you for using the word "barbaric" in it's proper context." She gave a loud "humph", turning her nose in disgust at my condescension.

"Can Take-kun stay Misaki-sama, please? He's much nicer once you get to know him!" Aoi chimed up from the rear.

"I'm impartial on this matter. Sayaka, Mitsuka do you have any objections?"

"I for one am all about this!" Sayaka shouted with a squeal. "He may have ran me over for one, but he is just so polite, well-spoken, and that enormous DICtion is just... wow..." I noticed that she just jumped up from the floor, speeding over and placing her arms around my shoulders.

I raised my eyebrow and asked, "Are you flirting with me? If so, please, cease. Your current inebriated state has brought up some hormones that are telling your brain, telling your body, that it desires to copulate. I would much appreciate not getting thrown out onto the streets tonight, thank you very much."

"What kind of man are you?" She grumbles, moving back after I had removed her arm.

"Mitsuka, seems you're the tiebreaker."

The girl stemmed, biting her lip out of utter nervousness having eyes, apart from mine, locked on her. Two with scowls, that were meant for me, one with a smile, and the other with a face of disappointment. "Fujiwara-senpai seems really nice, but he kind of scares me as well-"

"See!" Aki shouted. "This guy is a menace! look at poor Mitsuka she is practically shaking in her shoes, because she has to talk about this "man's" scary...ness."

"I also think Fujiwara-senpai would make a lovely addition to the household! He livens things up, don't you all agree?" Mitsuka's face came with a bright smile.

"Mitsuka, you can't be serious!" The long, dark-haired girl shouted.

"I'm completely serious, Ren." She answered.

"Welcome to the family, Fujiwara-senpai." Misaki said with open arms.

"Thank you." I responded, bowing to her and everyone else (excluding -the one called- Ren, and Aki). "Please, take care of me."

"Come Take-kun I'll show you to my...er... I mean YOUR room." Sayaka said, with unnecessary enthusiasm.

"For the love of god, please stop hitting on me. I realize that you're are indeed, drunk, but please, have some dignity and self-control." I said with the lightest voice.

"How do we know that you aren't seducing her!" Ren shouting, pointing her finger at me accusingly.

"How astringent of you; unfortunately you're conclusion is absurd, and, not surprisingly, wrong. Given I deny her on-comings with great upheaval, do I not?"

"Uh..." she replied.

"Are you trying to make me wet?" Sayaka asked. I blushed deeply at that question, but managed to keep my composure. Everyone else seemed shocked by that question. With good reason, of course.

"Please keep your lewd comments, ideas, statements, etc. to yourself and keep walking." I started, following Sayaka. I said nothing, hoping to keep her horndog talk at bay. After tonight, all would be forgiven. She is drunk after all. She led me up the stairs, to the right to find more stairs and into the upstairs hallway.

"Okay, Mr. Wordsmith," she said with a drunk hic and belch, "Ren's room is this one on the right, Aki's is the one adjent to it-"

"Adjacent." I corrected.

"Thank you," she said with a slur. "Second door on the right belongs to Mitsuka, second door on your left belongs to Aoi. The room at the very end of the hall is Misaki's room. You turn right, and the first, and only door on your left is the bathroom. The door at that end of the hall is your room." She smiled as I thanked her.

"Oh and the first, and only door, on the left in the second hallway is MY room." She said with a wink heading down stairs.

I'm definitely locking my door tonight just incase. I thought to myself heading to my humble (and new) abode. I turned the corner, and gazed up the second hallway. It was blander than I had imagined considering a tribe of Amazons had turned this into their village. Actually the whole house was spotless. "I guess my room, will be the one stain." I told myself with a slight laugh at my messiness.

I entered the room. It was dusty, boxes where piled high. This is the storage room they used to store their women junk... I better not rifle through any of these boxes... Only god know's what I'll find in here. I shook the thoughts from my head and sighed.

"Well, I guess I better get started."

A/N: If you have never heard of this game, I understand. This game is subject to great anonymity, because it's not well known. For all you peeps with an iPhone, search Honey's I'm Home. One more thing, all the events that happen in this story are completely original.

P.S. Ten points if you can tell me the band that authored the album I've named this story after!