In true me fashion, I forgot to put a bunch more disclaimers or such at the beginning last time. For one, spoilers from the manga, not too heavy, but its there. Same goes for the movie, though technically if you've seen that one filler episode promoting it, or just saw the trailer or a few clips, you should be fine. And of course, I also don't own "The Hangover".
I think that covers it all, but I'll probably remember something else after this is put up. Oh well, such is life when your memory is trash.
Nobodies
The distant sound of a door closing managed to pierce the haze in Iida's mind, his groggy eyes cracking open, trying to focus on whatever was in front of him. This turned out to be the cold hard floor of their hotel room, on which his face was currently pressed against. Blinking a few more times, he spotted his glasses lying nearby, reaching out with a wobbly arm to grab at them, while simultaneously doing his best to reactivate the rest of his muscles. With difficulty, he managed to replace his lenses onto his face and pull himself to his hands and knees.
The next step, he stumbled to his feet, just barely avoiding falling backwards. His whole world seemed to be a spinning top, forcing him to quickly move for the lounge chair nearby, plopping down into it and letting his mouth hang open, a weak groan escape it. Despite the lackluster volume, someone on the other side of the room seemed to hear it, proven as a white and red head of hair emerged from the Jacuzzi.
Todoroki grit his teeth as he held a hand to his temple, his dichromatic eyes snaking across himself looking for answers. The tub had a thin layer of ice on one side, and a few scorch marks on the other, while the man himself was still wearing his night-out clothes, albeit with one sleeve burned off and the rest heavily soaked. He tried his best to activate his left side to warm up and hopefully dry out the now heavy wet jacket, but found it hard to concentrate. Deciding it was easiest to simply change out, Shoto gripped the edges of the Jacuzzi and climbed his way out, finally dragging his legs over and onto the actual floor.
Leaving Iida be for now, the dual quirk user took uneven, shivering steps towards his room, completely missing that he stepped on Kirishima along the way, or the fact that the redhead was currently shirtless and imbedded in the floor. As he let behind loud soppy footsteps, Todoroki took a quick look around the rest of the suite. Various props and costume pieces were thrown about every room, a few melting icicles were stuck in the wall, one of the chairs in the living room was smoking, with a large burned-out hole in the middle, Shoto thought he saw a chicken walk by, and finally, upon reaching his equally trashed room, he found a certain type of full-sized doll laying on his bed, making him shudder revoltingly and instead turn towards the closet to find his more casual attire.
Back in the hallway, Kirishima stirred, woken up by the cold splotch of water Todoroki left behind on his chest. Yawning, the man tried to move, only to be held back along every inch of his body. Darting his eyes from left to right, he found himself a few inches buried, his quirk still active. Although severely disoriented, he recalled the last time this happened and simply turned off his Hardening, his body suddenly feeling free. With great effort, he pulled himself out of the human-shaped indent in the floor, scratching at his spiky hair. Upon making it to his feet, Eijiro realized he needed to take a massive whizz, turning towards the bathroom at the other end of the hall.
On the way, he walked by a passed-out Bakugo face down on a big pile of bedding, but gave him little mind in favor of emptying his bladder. The bathroom was just as ruined as the rest of the place, though Kirishima didn't question why there were precise lines of burn marks all over the walls and ceiling, instead opting to finally take that leak. In the midst of his relief, Eijiro suddenly heard a low growling coming from nearby, his attention snagged just enough to warrant turning his neck to glance into the bathtub beside the toilet. It was also full of burn lines, but claw marks were aplenty as well. In the middle of it all, a small but fierce-looking creature was glaring up at Kirishima, it position indicating it was ready to pounce at any given moment.
The redhead just stared at it for a moment, contemplating who knows what, then casually turned back to the toilet, continuing his business. Following an awkward few seconds, the switch in his head seemed to flip, eyes going wide and his neck snapping back towards the creature, just in time for it to leap at him, claws at the ready. Kirishima yelled out in panic and instinctively activated his quirk, as the beast grabbed at him and began scurrying all over his upper body, while he tried his best to pull it off. Just as he managed to grab its tail, an intense heat picked up, followed by a twin red beams hitting Eijiro in the ear, causing him to yelp and panic further.
A minute later, the muffled cries of the Hardening user burst to full volume as he rushed out of the bathroom and clumsily ran away, the door slamming shut behind him. Unfortunately, he managed to trip over the slumbering Bakugo, sending him crashing to the floor as the temperamental blonde finally stirred. Naturally, the method by which he was awoken caused his red eyes to burn with rage upon opening.
"Shitty HAIIIIR!" he growled, scowling at the fallen redhead, who looked like he'd had a heart attack. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!?" To his surprise, Kirishima's fear was directed past him, towards the closed bathroom. He raised a shaky finger to point towards the hazardous room, as Iida and Todoroki gradually made their way closer to the two, somewhat recovered.
"Dude, do not go in the bathroom!"
"What? The fuck are you-"
"Dude, there is a mongoose that shoots freaking laser beams in there!" The other three blinked at him like he'd grown a second head.
"Excuse me?" Shoto asked simply. Bakugo, rolling his eyes, got to his feet and walked off towards the bathroom, scratching the back of his head. He took the handle and cracked the door open, leaning his head in to take a look. Not two seconds later, he jerked backwards, a few fringes of his spiked-out hair fried off by two red blasts that came out of the other end of the room. Iida and Todoroki finally managed to fully wake up, eyes wide in astonishment as Bakugo hurriedly slammed the door shut again and placed his back to it, face in shock.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!? How did that little shit get in the bathroom?!" Even amidst the alarming development, Shoto noticed another oddity, curiously studying Kirishima as the man finally got back to his feet.
"Kirishima, have you looked in a mirror yet?" Confused, the redhead raised an eyebrow, even as Iida too did a double-take towards him. Wishing to see what could possibly rival the dangerous animal in their suite, he walked over to the other room and stepped up to the full-length mirror that was miraculously undamaged. Upon seeing his shirtless figure, his eyes trembled in their sockets, completely in awe.
Eijiro's shoulders were draped with an exquisite tattoo, running across to his upper back and just touching the edge of his arms. The design seemed themed with his powers in mind, appearing as stylized jagged edges of rock stalactites hanging from his back. Turning around and glancing behind him, he found matching stylized letters of "RR" just below his neckline. As the other three boys gathered by the mirror, Kirishima couldn't help but face his image again and study it all over again.
"I… look… awesome!" he cheered, grinning widely as he bellowed a laugh, taking a moment to flex and shoot a few poses to his reflection. He did the same thing again after hardening, just to see how it looked. To his pure delight, the abrupt edges on his skin only seemed to enhance the spectacle. While he was clearly enjoying himself, Iida stepped over to provide the voice of reason, worriedly waving his arms.
"Kirishima, this isn't the time to celebrate! You have no idea how you got that, it could've been much worse! How are you not concerned by who put that on your skin?" Eijiro was only partially listening, stopping his posing to run his fingers over the black image engraved into his skin.
"Huh, it doesn't feel the same as a fresh tattoo, I wonder if it's some new method they have here in the states. Weird…" Ida sputtered at his concern being ignored, while Todoroki, who was beside him, raised an eyebrow, pointing towards Kirishima's chest.
"What's that on your pec?" Everyone stopped and looked towards the indicated area. Kirishima looked down, furrowing his brow as he tried to decipher what was written there in the same way as the masterpiece on his shoulders. His face paled as he finally managed to read the apparent kanji upside down, while Bakugo actually grinned in amusement.
Mina
The hero known as Red Riot just stared, frozen, unable to speak, all the excitement and joy from earlier spiraling into horror. While Katsuki was flat-out laughing now, Todoroki remained stoic, and Iida fervently chopped his arm towards the stunned Eijiro.
"You see? Even people who have been together for years hesitate to have each other's names placed on them!" Kirishima was brought out of his stupor, only to explode back at the Engine quirk holder.
"We're not even dating! I mean, I've taken her out for lunch a few times, and we made out once at one of Bakugo's parties, but that was while drunk! Oh god, this is bad, this is really bad…" While the poor man held his hands to his head in continued disbelief, Ida suddenly considered something from his friend's misfortunate discovery.
"Everyone, quick! Examine yourselves to see if anything else is amiss!" Bakugo, who had settled down from his fit, merely pulled at the collar of his muscle shirt and looked down at his chest, seeing nothing wrong. Todoroki had already seen himself while changing, so remained at ease. Tenya however, was aghast as he looked down at his calves.
"Dear god, I'm missing a muffler!" All eyes went to the man's leg, where one could clearly see the manifestation of his quirk. One calve had all six mufflers protruding from his skin, but on the other were only five, with dried blood caked around the hole where the sixth would have been. "I… I can't believe this… What am I going to tell my brother? This is beyond humiliating, a stain upon the Iida name, I have shamed the Ingenium legacy!" As he went on, Bakugo's patience was quickly draining.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, CHECK YOUR ASS, THE MUFFLER IS PROBABLY SHOVED UP THERE!" He glanced towards Todoroki. "IcyHot, go wake up Deku before I kill this uptight." Shoto didn't respond to the command verbally, but did walk off to find their friend. At the mention of the green-haired man, Tenya only grew more hysterical.
"This place is a disaster, and they have Midoriya's credit card downstairs. I can't believe I, who came along to watch over you all, am now going to be apologizing for negligence to my best friend. This is horrible!" Bakugo rubbed the bridge of his nose, trying not to explode further from the bespectacled hero's ranting.
"The fuck happened last night?" he asked no one in particular. "Whatever. Let's just get some coffee and get the fuck out before housekeeping shows up." Iida was repulsed by the idea, moving his arms even more frantically.
"Are you insane?! As visiting heroes of Japan we can't possibly leave the room in such a deplorable state! We must take responsibility and apologize to the staff." Katsuki groaned, barely able to contain himself.
"I have a massive headache, so just SHUT UP for a minute, Four-Eyes!" As the three began attempting to calm themselves, Todoroki walked back into the room, appearing worried.
"Guys, he isn't in there."
"Did you check all the rooms, smartass?"
"I did, I looked everywhere. His bed was actually untouched, still made." The blonde sighed, getting up from the couch.
"Knowing him the nerd went out for his early morning workout or whatever. I'll call him, tell him to get his ass back here." He pulled out his cell and dialed up the right contact, holding the phone to his ear as he watched Kirishima lean against the bar counter, finally having calmed down. A few moments later, a vibration ws heard coming from beside the redhead. Eijiro looked over by his arm and reached to pick up the phone, recognizing it immediately.
"It's Midoriya's." Bakugo hung up on his end, glaring at the man.
"No shit." Shoto held up a hand to his chin, deep in thought.
"If he left his phone here there's a good chance he's still in the hotel. I'll go look for him. We should meet down by the pool." Iida and Kirishima nodded in agreement, while Bakugo just scoffed. Just as Shoto was about to grab his room key, the guys collectively froze at a thump that sounded from the other end of the suite.
"The hell was that?" Bakugo demanded, narrowing his eyes." The thump sounded again, all heads turning towards the closet at the end of the hall. Cautiously, the four of them made their way over, quirks at the ready. Iida, taking the lead, reached out and grasped the knob, then, with bated breath, opened the door.
Inside, aside from the matching mess to the rest of the place, was a bizarre mechanical device on the floor, which scrambled around on four segmented legs. With the door no longer in its way, the object ran right into Iida's legs, bouncing back when he didn't budge.
"What the heck is that?" Kirishima asked, watching as the thing tried again to ram into the Engine user. Said man entered the same thoughtful pose as Todoroki had done earlier, studying the machine in their closet.
"Hm, I'll admit the design looks familiar somehow. It certainly doesn't appear to be a toy, or have outwardly hostile programming, still, I recommend we practice caution in-"
The thing jumped on him, securing itself to his chest.
"AHHHH! A RUSE! This is the work of villainy! Save yourselves, my friends! Run!" The others just sweatdropped, watching as Iida fumbled around on the floor, trying to pry the device off. Unfortunately, it refused to budge, though was obviously not harming him. If anything, it just looked like he was wearing a weird bulletproof vest. Shoto helped the man to his feet, at which point he thanked the fire-ice user and brushed off his attire. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped for now. I'm sure we can find someone to deactivate it later. For now, let us head down and find Midoriya."
The gang agreed, finally moving to exit their tornado of a hotel room.
Kirishima, Iida, and Bakugo sat around a table by the pool, a miscellaneous pile of breakfast foods scattered across. They still felt like crap, but at least now their stomachs would shut up and let them think without grumbling interruptions. No one, staff or guest, had commented on them as they'd made their way from the villa, revealing that at least they hadn't attracted unwanted attention from the other night to their activities; from the hotel, at least. Iida absentmindedly poked at the thing strapped to him, still bothered by where it may have originated from. Finally, after a long bout of silence, the guys noticed Todoroki making his way towards them. He took the only available seat, sighing in defeat.
"I looked everywhere. Gym, casino, front desk. No one has seen Midoriya. He's not here." Bakugo casually took a gulp of orange juice, hoping to flush out his system.
"He's fine, he's a grown-ass man. All you idiots just calm down." When the others all looked at him skeptically, he growled, pulling over a piece of paper and pen. "Alright, let's just figure this out. What's the last thing we remember doing last night?" The guys all contemplated, leaning back in their seats.
"Well, the first thing was we were on the roof, taking shots to celebrate." Ida suddenly felt nauseous at Kirishima's recall, but held it in for the sake of what little image he had left. "And then we ate dinner at The Palm, right?" Shoto nodded.
"That's right."
"And then we played craps at the Hard Rock, and I think Midoriya was there. No, no. He was definitely there." Iida held his head, frustrated at his inability to recall a thing.
"I can't remember going to dinner at all," he mumbled. Eijiro went on.
"After the Hard Rock, I blacked out. It was like… emptiness." Bakugo finished jotting down the guys' recollections, scratching the side of his head with the pen.
"Ok. We have up until 10 p.m., so that gives us a 12-hour window where we could have lost him." While he was thinking, the device strapped to Ida suddenly shifted, causing him to look down in confusion. A second later, a compartment on it opened, startling the guys as a metal component clattered onto the table, sending some of their food to the ground. Once they recovered from the unexpected action, Tenya's eyes widened.
"M-my muffler! Why on earth did this thing have it? What else could be in there?" Todoroki suddenly had an idea, reaching into his pants.
"That reminds me, I found my soaked wallet in my other jeans but nothing else. Check your pockets, there may be something." Everyone did as suggested, emptying out some loose change, along with their own wallets onto the table. Iida frowned at a piece of paper wadded up in his.
"I have an ATM receipt from the Bellagio. Eleven-o-five for… $800!" His face darkened as he hung his head, expression unknown. "I am unworthy to bare my family name…" Kirishima offered him a consoling pat on the back as he showed off his own contents.
"I've got a valet ticket from Caesar's. Five-fifteen." Bakugo placed his fist against his forehead.
"Oh shit. We drove during this crap?" From the way Katsuki's arm was now, Todoroki spotted a peculiar item strapped to his wrist.
"Bakugo, what's that on your arm?" Raising an eyebrow, the Explosion user glanced at the aforementioned wristband, with Iida recognizing it before he did.
"My word, Bakugo, you were in the hospital last night. Are you alright?" The blonde scowled, pulling the bracelet off with little effort.
"I'm fine, jackass. At least now we've got a lead. Come on, let's get going." Just as everyone was getting up from their seats, Todoroki spoke up again, holding his open wallet.
"Wait, guys, check for your licenses." Confused by the request, but fearful of his tone, the three did so and slowly felt the dread seep in.
"They're… gone," Kirishima breathed. He turned to Tenya, who could not look more mortified if he tried. "Yo, Iida, could we have left them back in the room?" Ingenium nodded, basically on automatic.
"Y-yes, of course. Let's take the time to look for them. It will be extremely unfortunate if we were to run into trouble without them." Even Bakugo couldn't argue with that, and so the trio hastily made their way back towards the elevators, all quite afraid of what else could be missing.
Four average, blank-minded, unidentified, more-or-less broke foreigners stood outside Caesar's Palace, waiting for the valet to bring them their car. All dejected, frustrated, and practically regretting ever coming to America in the first place. Not only were their hero licenses nowhere to be found, but their hero costumes were missing as well. As were all their cash, passports, and credit cards. The one exception was a single emergency card that Iida had stashed in the room's complimentary safe, which was befitting the situation. Armed only with whatever funds were on it, they now faced an entirely new string of possibilities. Deku could have just as easily been in the hospital as well, in who knows what condition, considering his past experiences with such facilities.
As they waited, Kirishima ventured his eyes around the area, trying to keep his mind occupied from the fact that they were robbed. He blinked as he saw a maintenance crew over by the Paris Casino in the distance, surprised by what he saw them working on. "Uh, guys? Check it out…" He pointed to the Eiffel Tower replica that stood by the casino, and immediately everyone else was distracted from their misery for a moment.
The tower's top portion was bent at nearly a ninety degree angle, the supports on one side having been nearly blown off. Oddly, the guys couldn't see sign of any scorch marks or collateral damage beyond the tower itself. Kirishima spotted a bystander watching the crew work to repair the structure, stepping over.
"Hey, man, what happened over there?" The man glanced at the four guys before chuckling, looking back at the tower.
"Heh, no one's really sure. Sometime this morning something hit the damn thing and knocked it at an angle. People think it was a lightning strike, say they heard a thunderclap or other. Not sure how the top half is still standing with that kind of damage though. Pretty strange, but then not the weirdest thing we've seen in town." Eijiro nodded, intrigued. He and the others found themselves following the path the tower's new angle pointed to, seeing that it was now aimed at the Luxor further down the Strip. Before they could dwell on it any further, Bakugo grabbed Kirishima by the collar and began dragging them back to their original spot.
"We've got more important things to worry about, damn it. Focus on finding Deku." Just as he said this, their valet finally returned, though was clearly not delivering to them a Mercedes.
Parked before them, ready to go, was what appeared to be a bright red jet car, complete with a wide frame, massive boosters on its rear wheel mounts, and an open two-seater compartment that looked more like a cockpit. The guys just stared at it until the valet got out and tapped the side of the vehicle in a chipper motion, although it was clear he was just as surprised to be dealing with such a machine. He eyed Iida out from the group.
"Here's your car, Professor Shield." The four heroes just looked at the young man, then the car, then shot looks towards one another, and finally set their sights on Tenya, who may have begun having a panic attack.
"Oh god…" he breathed in defeat. Before the man could say anything else, Bakugo clapped him firmly on the shoulder, then mumbled just loud enough for the three others to hear.
"Everyone act cool, don't say a word." The authority in his voice was enough to even convince Iida to play along, joining Bakugo in surrounding the car. He glanced at the nervous valet, actually feeling a twinge of regret for the guy. "Uh, I'll hit you on the way back." The man nodded eagerly, then took off a little faster than normal, perhaps misinterpreting what the blonde meant.
"You still gotta work on your facial expression, man," Kirishima chimed in.
"SHUT UP! Ok, this time, I'm driving, no arguments!" Iida indignantly motioned to the vehicle.
"There's only two seats. How do you expect us to all fit?" Seeing the reasoning behind that, Bakugo looked down at the dashboard as he climbed in the driver's seat. They had apparently used this car last night, so there must have been a way to fit four or more. Experimentally, he pressed a button that displayed two arrows pointing away from each other. The guys jerked backwards as the futuristic vehicle lurched, then its red covering shifted around, the entire thing stretching further as additional plating extended and laid itself down, along with creating an extra row behind the driver. When it all settled down, Bakugo didn't hesitate to order the guys to get in.
"I can't believe I'm involved in such an illegal act."
Tenya had a hand over his face as he leaned an elbow against the doorframe, doing his best to ignore Katsuki's cursing as the man honked at the car in front of him. The group was currently stuck in traffic, moderate construction ahead of them delaying their arrival to the hospital. Naturally, they got a lot of weird looks cruising around in David's hero support vehicle, but were far more occupied with recent events to care. Trying to lighten the mood, Kirishima leaned forward to address the Engine user seated in front of him.
"Hey, don't worry Iida, we'll get things sorted out, you'll see. Besides, it's kinda cool to be driving around in this sweet ride, right?" Bakugo scoffed, sending another honk ahead of them.
"This is why we should've gotten the Ferraris." He tapped the wheel impatiently, leaving an awkward silence among the four occupants. Not a minute later, there was suddenly a loud rumble in the distance. Drivers leaned out their windows while pedestrians stopped what they were doing to find the source. The four heroes looked around, trying to follow their example. The answer came soon after, when a massive spider-like being landed on a roof near the street, crushing parts of the building in the process. In its fangs were several bags stuffed with cash, its eight eyes looking behind it for pursuers.
Sure enough, a pair of pro heroes landed on the same roof not a moment later, glaring at the villain as he made to jump again. Several people had begun either screaming or cheering, creating a decent amount of chaos in the street. This gave Bakugo an idea, his fingers running over the various buttons on the wheel. While Iida lamented that this was exactly why they needed their licenses, Katsuki seemed to find what he was looking for.
"Can it, Four-Eyes, this is exactly what we needed." Hitting the button, Bakugo gripped the steering hard, the car suddenly jerking upwards, its axles extending like stilts well above the height of all nearby cars. While the others all reoriented themselves from the motion, their explosive companion grinned in satisfaction, hitting the gas and driving them directly over the distracted civilians, with most assuming they were backup heading for the pursuit of the arachnoid villain.
The group stood awkwardly in front of the doctor performing a physical on an elderly man, trying their best to look anywhere other than at the barely dressed old-timer as Bakugo was leading the questioning. The medical professional sighed, taking a moment from his patient.
"Look, I already told you, you came in with a mild concussion, a bunch of cuts all over your fingers, no big deal. Our quirk healers took care of it." Katsuki unconsciously rubbed his head, wondering where exactly he'd been struck.
"Do you remember how many of us there were?" The doctor furrowed his brow, still working with his patient while answering.
"Ah… I don't know. I think it was just you guys. Minus the fancy vest," he motioned to Iida. "And one other guy." Kirishima clapped his hands together, grinning at making some progress.
"That's our guy! Was he okay?" The doc seemed to grow a slight smirk of amusement as he had the old man stand up.
"Yeah, he was fine. Just whacked out of his mind. You all were." The four looked at each other, biting their lips and pondering their mental state as the doctor finished up his examination. After another awkward minute of waiting, the medic finally stepped away from his patient, eyeing the guys with a tired look.
"Guys, I really have to go, I'm sorry. I have a surgery up on the fourth floor." Before he could walk off, Iida zoomed in front of him and gave the deepest bow his back could provide, startling the professional.
"Please, sir! If you could give but just a moment more of your time it could mean the difference in finding our dear friend." The other three waited with bated breath while the doc considered his act, then relaxed when the man sighed and nodded slightly.
"Walk with me." The four followed as he led them out the room and down the hall, grabbing a clipboard hanging on the wall as he went. They turned a corner as the doctor flipped through the sheets, finding what he was looking for. "Okay, here we go. Patient name, Katsuki Bakugo, 2:45 a.m. arrival. Minor concussion, like I said. Some lacerations to the fingers. Looks like your buddies said the hit to your head was from a… cast-iron frying pan." The guys exchanged glances, while Katsuki's eye twitched, a rather chilling memory of his old lady surfacing. As they stopped at a counter, the doctor furrowed his brow in thought, scanning the data.
"Hm, your blood work came back this morning. Nothing in your system to explain the bizarre behavior. There was alcohol, but not the levels that would incite what I saw last night. You should be fine, in any case." Although this didn't bring them closer to Deku, the guys did collectively breathe easier at the notion that they probably hadn't been drugged. Seeing this, the medical professional considered his favor complete, moving to leave. Before he could, Shoto lightly grabbed his arm.
"Wait, please, doctor, is there anything else? Something we may have talked about, or someplace we were going?" The man considered Todoroki's question, his eyes shifting back and forth as he dug into his own, untampered, memory.
"Actually, there was something. You guys kept talking about some wedding last night." Bakugo threw his hands up.
"Yeah, no shit. Our own nerd Deku is getting married Monday, back in Japan." The doc shook his head.
"No, you kept talking about a wedding you were planning for the week after, though I think you said it would also be in Japan." Again, the gang exchanged worried looks. "Ah, that's right, you fellas were discussing it over at the MGM Grand." He paused, rubbing his chin. "Oh, that would explain the frying pan." Confused, Bakugo stepped practically in the man's face.
"What the hell do you mean that explains it?" The doctor groaned, clearly tired of the groups' company by this point. Eager to get them to leave, he provided them the last information he could.
"The casino is hosting a renowned chef at their Garden Arena: Landon Camsay."
Alright, sweet! This is going well so far. And I'm acutally able to keep up the "every few days" schedule. Thanks so much for the support thus far!
Cieszesi Niezmiernie: Glad to see I'm not the only one who thought so. Expect these regularly!
U. : Oh yeah, expect my love of cliffhangers many times here.
fencer29: Haha, he would absolutely do that if the desire was strong.
R-Doll: Hey! Great to see you again! And much appreciation for the feedback about the characterization, that's my most valued input!
Legend of Titans: Oh yeah it will, heh heh.
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