Hello again! For all of you who haven't read Holidays At SPR: And why you should avoid them: WHY?! No, I'm joking, what you need to know is that Liz is Naru's aunt and Gene is dead and Mai knows everything, I think that's it. I'm not putting any of my other OC's in this story cause I don't feel like doing so.

I'm still in the process of writing said story but this was on my mind for like- EVER. So I had to give in and write it. I don't know if it's any good or not though, it was kind of a last minute thing. I'm not even sure if I kept Naru in character... Hopefully it wasn't too bad.

Disclaimer: I don't own nothing (That sends shivers up my spine. It just radiates bad grammar. YUCK!)

Tea Addicts Support Group!

Chapter One:

Admitting you have a problem

Naru pouted and looked away from the circle of six- well five, not including him- idiotic, immature, dim-wits that actually thought they 'had a problem'. Liking tea was not a problem. He mentally cursed Mai for bringing him to this dreaded place. Why was he with these five people? Simple, just rewind a couple of days.

Three Days Ago:

"Mai. Tea." Naru ordered. Naru heard Mai sigh and he resumed sorting through his papers. He heard the door creak open and he looked up to see a frowning Mai and a bubbly Liz. He sighed. That woman tended to appear out of nowhere.

"This is your fifth cup." Mai frowned. He looked at her skeptically, wanting to know what the problem was. "In the last thirty seconds." She continued. He still didn't know what the problem was.

Liz gasped a little bit then broke out into a grin. He had an uneasy feeling now. If she was grinning then Naru was pretty sure he was going to regret ever being born. Okay so he might be exaggerating. She pulled out a piece of paper and waved in front of his face.

"I found this great suppot group for tea addicts!" Liz cried. "This'll be great! Naru can even make friends!"

Naru rolled his eyes. "I do have friends you know."

Liz rolled her eyes as well. "Sure! Sure! But Lin, Bou-san, Ayako, John and Masako don't count."

Naru glared at her. "Why not?"

She put a finger on her chin, as if deep in thought. "Because." She said in a sing-song voice. "Technically they were Mai's friends first. Remember? You were a jerk?"

Naru glared at her again. "Aunt Liz-"

Mai took the brochure that Liz had held out earlier and looked it over. Naru raised his eyebrows. Was she really considering taking him to that- that- hell hole?

"You aren't actually serious are you?" Naru looked back and forth between Liz and Mai.

"Of course we are!" Mai said, beaming. Naru glared at her again.

"Well I'm not going to that hell hole you call a 'support group'." Naru folded his arms and relaxed in his chair.

"Yes. You. Are." Mai frowned. "It seems nice enough."

Naru looked at her then his eyes traveled to the phone. He saw Mai looking at Liz then the phone. He jumped up and ran for the phone but Mai had a head start. That and Liz tripped him.

"Mai Taniyama you put that phone down now!" Naru tried to get out of Liz's grip but she held onto his arm, slowing him down. Liz, being stubborn, sat down on the floor so now he was dragging his aunt around the office.

"Let." He scooted closer to the Mai.

"Go." Mai moved away and he had to scoot even closer.

"Of." He wound up chasing, or scooting, Mai around the base while she dialed the number.

"My." The door creaked open and Bou-san, Ayako, John, Lin, Masako, and Yasu walked in. "Arm!"

"Hello?" This is Taniyama Mai, I was calling about the support group brochure you offered." Mai ignored Naru and spoke into the phone.

Mai smirked at Naru who was still dragging Liz behind him. "It's for a friend. Yes, his name is Kazuya Shibuya."

Naru let out a frustrated yell as Liz let go suddenly and he fell backwards.

"Twelve? On Monday?" She waved to the shocked SPR members and smiled. "Yes, that'll be great. Bye!"

Naru grabbed the phone out of her hands and threw it across the room, narrowly missing Lin's head.

"So!" Monk-san rubbed the back of his head and stared at the odd scene before him. "What's up with you guys?"

Now:

"So!" The cheerful woman in the center clapped her hands together. "We're all here for a reason, so who want's to start first?"

Naru looked away. The woman's name was Mitsuki, she had black hair and she talked a lot. Sitting next to him was a man in his thirties, Tim, if he remembered correctly. He was visiting from America. On Naru's left, was a woman who was slightly insane, for she kept rocking back and forth and her eyes never focused on one spot, in Naru's opinion. What was her name? Martha? He wasn't sure.

"Margaret?" Mitsuki asked sweetly. "Do you want to go first?"

Oh, so it was Margaret. Margaret shook her head and stared at her feet. Naru groaned inwardly, he wanted to rip his hair out. He glanced at the other three people. Aya, Akihiko, and Aoi. Aoi and Aya were brother and sister while Akihiko seemed to be alone. Like him in the god-forsaken place.

Mitsuki sighed. "What about you Kazuya?"

Naru silenced her with a glare. After about five minutes of an uncomfortable silence, Mitsuki seemed to regain her courage. "Tell us Kazuya, why are you here?"

Naru was about to glare again but he decided against it. "Because my girlfriend and my aunt decided I needed to be punished for some unfathomable reason."

Mitsuki gaped at him and sighed. "O-okay, anyone else?!"

The door flew open and the six people around him jumped. Naru's eyes went wide. A very scary looking man walked in. He eyed all of the inhabitants of the small room and snorted.

"Mitsuki?" He looked at her and she nodded sheepishly. "I'm hear to take over your job, you've been drinking again haven't you?"

Mitsuki's eyes went wide. "I-I- It was just one sip!"

He glared at her and she sat down, without another word. "Now! My name is I want all of you to sit down and give me your name and how old you are."

Naru rolled his eyes. This oaf didn't scare him.

"You!" The man pointed to Naru. It was always him wasn't it? "We'll start with you."

Naru snorted. "Narumi Kazi and I'm forty." He figured he'd have a little fun in this place.

The man scowled at him. "Alright Narumi, why don't you go outside? We have some tea for you."

Naru's attention was sparked at the mention of tea. He did enjoy tea. He got up, ignoring the insistent protests coming from Aya and Aoi. They seemed to be saying something about a trap of sorts.

Naru followed the insanely ripped man out of the room and spotted his tea. His lovely, delicious tea, he could just taste it. He really wanted that tea now it would be so- wait. Since when did he want tea so badly? And since when was tea laid out on a random table with an X painted on the floor?

"Wait-" Naru looked at him suspiciously. "There's an X on the floor. What do you think I am, an idiot?"

The man smiled cunningly.

"Really?" He looked down at the X. "How do you know that's actually an X? How do you know we put it there so you wouldn't touch it?"

Naru froze. "How do I know you aren't telling me this just so I will go stand on the X and get covered by things?"

The man frowned. "How do you know that? Maybe I'm telling you that so you'll think I'm lying and you still won't touch it?"

The rest of the group filed out and watched the battle of so-called-wits play out. After about five minutes of how-do-you-know Naru finally gave into the temptation.

.xXx.

"That is why tea is your enemy." The man explained. "My name is Osaku Kenji, and I will be your addict support officer. Tomorrow we'll get down to the exercises."

He watched Naru rotate in a circle, dangling from a rope by his foot with a giant smirk on his face.

Aoi grinned. "Hey Kazi-chan, don't go anywhere, we'll get the scissors."

Naru rotated around to glare at the miniature group that had gathered before him. "Shut up."

.xXx.

Mai avoided Naru at all costs the next day. He was so angry when he came back from the support group. They may be dating but that wouldn't stop Naru from strangling someone for the lack of tea. Mai refused to let him have any and the result was: Excessive yelling, slamming doors, a lot more glaring than usual and the refusal to speak to anyone in an inside approved voice.

He'd been yelling at people the entire day. Mai almost didn't want to tell him he had to go back tomorrow. But then again, the key word there was almost. Besides, he needed to admit he had a problem.