Everyone sat in my home.

"I always thought Japanese people were of small stature," I mumbled looking at the large Kurita. I guess he was aware of his size because just as he was about to sit on my couch he hesitated then sat on the floor.

Hiruma took the rocking chair and polished his gun. I saw his eyes scanning the room. They immediately stopped at my grandfather's gun case. He had a gun collection that was worth more than peoples houses.

"Hiruma where is the hotel?" Sena asked. The pointy ears on that demon began twitching as he laughed.

"I never got a hotel."

"What, do you expect us to do then, camp out?" Mamori yelled.

"Kekeke exactly." Everyone groaned.

"I thought I said no weaponry on my property." I glared at Hiruma who just looked over at my grandfather's gun display then back at me.

I rolled my eyes then fixated them on Hiruma's bubble as it grew larger and larger. Panthers long limbs brushed against mine breaking me from my stupor.

"Why don't they stay here Atlanta? Do you have enough room?" Panther questioned trying to remember how many rooms there were.

"They can only stay until tomorrow." My mother was in the next city visiting my grandfather.

"Kurita was it?" My Japanese was sketchy but I had learned enough to hold an okay conversation from my language learning program. The large boy nodded getting up clearly towering over me.

"You can take the first room upstairs. Very first door at the top." It was the only room with a bed large enough to make him comfortable. He nodded and the little pudgy team mate said he would go with him. I wasn't too sure but they had insisted upon it. The basement apartment that we had fixed up to rent out was ready to live in. Opening a draw on the coffee table I gave the keys I had taken out to the quietest most reserved one there. He looked extremely responsible. I smiled at Yukimitsu while I put the keys in his calloused hand. He didn't look like much of an athlete I noted but just from touching his hand I knew he didn't get those rough hands from just sitting around.

"These are for the basement apartment. Please don't break anything, my mother would have a fit."

"We'll go with you." The three inseparable boys nodded together.

"I guess brothers would stick together," I said aloud.

"We're not related!" They yelled causing me to flinch back. Regaining my composure I narrowed my eyes scrunching my mouth into a pursed position. "Just don't break anything," I stated again.

Going into the kitchen I took out my special protein drink. Placing it on the coffee table I finished assigning the rooms; which included Mamori and Suzuna in my bedroom, and Sena and Monta in the guest room. I looked over trying to find his monkey like friend.

"Ugh, this is gross!"

"Don't drink that!" I yelled at the monkey like boy snatching it so fast from his mouth that it cut his lip.

"Why did you do that? It doesn't even taste good." He mumbled the last part through his hand as he cradled his lip.

The bottle was light revealing just how much he swallowed. My hand ran through my hair stopping at a knot.

"How many calories are in that?" Hiruma finally piped in. Ignoring his question I threw one right back at him.

"Where are you staying? There's no more room for you."

"I didn't plan on budging."

My hand fell through the knot breaking hairs from my scalp. How I wished it was his scalp.

From my peripheral vision I could see Monta doubling over in pain holding his stomach.

Hiruma planted his feet on the floor and resting his elbows on his knees he leaned in ceasing the annoying creak from the rocking chair.

"How many calories?"

"Just 2500. And your friend there is going to have the runs in about an hour, every hour, for the next 12 hours."

"What?" Monta yelled

"Lesson learned monkey boy."

Hiruma stared at my drink most likely trying to figure out its contents.

Bringing it to my lips I felt the thick smoothness go down my throat. It would make anyone gag. It wasn't cold or warm and with its almost clear appearance and odorless smell it was hard to figure out its contents. An extremely good concoction especially for those who like to go fast.

"What did I just swallow?" Monta yelled again holding his stomach.

I let out a small giggle. "Classified information. Don't worry you won't die. It'll feel like you're dying, but you're not."
Everyone went to see where they'd be sleeping then all met back in the living room. I sat on the ledge of the mini fountain that was a few feet away from the back door but still inside the home. This house was too big to be alone in and I enjoyed the noisy company coming from the football players. We had ordered pizza seeing as how everyone had been starving and pizza was the closest thing to order around here. The pizzeria was still a little drive away from here so in that time they started exploring the game systems and rest of the house. I didn't mind where they looked except for my mother's bed room where I would be sleeping.

Closing all the blinds in the house made the home even darker. They had helped clean up, at least they were polite people except for the demon who just sat back doing absolutely nothing. "Panther are you staying too?" I questioned him as he pushed the rest of the trash down. "Well there's not much room for me." His tone was whispered even though I was sure no one could hear him besides Hiruma who was about 10 feet away typing away at his laptop in the dark. "You can sleep in the bed with me, you know that." I mused confused why the idea had slipped his mind. We became so close over the years that even drinking off each other was nothing big.

Panthers limbs kept stretching over me making me wake up and the constant flushing coming from the bathroom kept me awake. It was pitch black in the house as I silently walked out the room, my pajamas loosely dragging at my feet creating impromptu slippers shielding my feet from the cold hardwood.

As I turned the corners in the direction of the living room I heard the fountains pouring and plops lowly echoing. The familiar soothing water was mixed with unfamiliar sounds of click clacks.

What the- my thought couldn't even process as my chin hit the floor. I sat up a bit just as the light flew on blinding me. Blinking a few times the pain in my eyes went away adjusting to the brightness. It was Hiruma's gun case that I had tripped over. Hiruma's legs came into view. He was bending down with his hand outstretched. I guess he is sort of nice. I put my hand out ready to meet his, smiling as I was just about to grab it. His hand abruptly slid by mine as he then picked up his gun case dusting it off.
My face immediately fell as a rush of blood found its way to my puffed out cheeks. My hands turned into fists so tight that my nails were digging in my skin leaving crescent shapes.
"You jerk!"
"Be careful where you walk you might break something." Was all I got in response.
"Yeah, like my jaw! What did I tell you about that crap in my house?"

He placed the gun case down his eyes halting themselves at my grandfathers display case. I growled stomping my way into the kitchen.

"That's different, stop using my grandfather's collection as justification to you having your crap here."

That evil blonde sat himself at the island with that idiotic grin plastered on his face.
I was pouring coffee for myself when his infuriating voice interrupted the glorious silence.
"You talk to much Yankee." That comment halted my pouring and really irked me.

Turning around with the scalding hot coffee pot still in my hand, I contemplated whether or not to throw it at him.
"Shut up, you-you rice boy!" I couldn't think of any insults for him, demon would've been too much of a compliment.
I realized his face didn't falter and that he was still in his regular clothes.
"That's the best you got? You may be fast but that doesn't apply to your mentality does it?"
I smirked grabbing my cup of coffee and sitting across from him on the marble top island. Taking a sip of the bitterness my smirk was still on my face.
"I guess I won't teach Sena then." I lifted my gaze to see him pulling a gun out.
Pointing it at my face he brought his leg up onto the island his other foot stood on the small chair he was just sitting on.

"You don't really have a choice."
Choking back my inner coward I swatted the gun away.
"I have a condition." My face was completely serious as he sat back down bringing the gun back towards him.

Digging in his pocket he handed me a small flat book.
"How did you know?" I glared wondering if I had let anything slip.

"Unlike you Yankee," he emphasized the word, "my mentality is much quicker."
My eyes narrowed into a glare.

"One more condition." I said keeping my eyes on the paper in my hand.

"You have to," my eyes came up to see his mouth open a little. He wasn't expecting this. I started again. "You have to make this the best vacation I've ever had."

That sharp toothy grin grew on his face again. He leaned closed to me grabbing my cup of coffee. I thought Japanese didn't like close contact a passing thought as I realized just how close he was.

"Deal." He walked away with that dumb grin on his face.
My hand squeezed the thin book. Reading it over and over. "Japan here I come," I said aloud to myself.

My hand hit my face as I realized I no longer held my cup of coffee.
"Give me back my coffee HIRUMA!" I yelled falling over his gun case again.
His legs came into view yet again.

"You don't listen do you?" He laughed taking a sip of my coffee.
His hand reached towards me and I reached for it. He better help me up. His hand slipped by me picking up his gun case, dusting it off.

I shot up like a bullet swiping the cup from his mouth its scorching contents falling on my hand. He laughed his self all the way to the couch.

"Why you-!" I stomped away from him. He laid down kicking his feet up. He was already sleeping by the time I had come back from washing my sticky hand. Leaning over the couch I stared at his sleeping calm face, his mouth slightly open in an o shape, light breaths escaping.
His grin grew on his face while he slept.

I poured the cup of coffee on him and ran upstairs.
He better make this vacation amazing. If he didn't kill me before hand.
"Yankee!" Erupted through the house.