My most awesomest readers, I LOVE YOU. And no, there's no such word as awesomest. I made that up.

I've been away ever since mid-November, hence the giant hiatus. I'm sorry for leaving this fic sad and un-updated for so long! Updates will come at a much slower rate next year 'cause I have to focus on my studies and all in 2011…but I promise I'll still be here! Continue submitting letters kay:) Thanks so much for all your support btw; next shout-out at chapter 5!

PH belongs to Jun, and this fic is a spinoff off Dear 59 kun by mangarox14. Check it out if you're a KHR fan:D

Dear Hatter san

You WHAT?

"Oi, Xerxes!"

Break stopped mid-stride, turning around in mild surprise at his name being called from down the corridor. "Oh, hello there, Liam-"

He was interrupted by the flustered brunette. "Don't you 'hello there' me! What's this about ignoring your paperwork?"

"Oh, that." He faked a tragic sigh. "I threw it into the fire again."

"You WHAT?"

The white-haired man surveyed the other's mortified expression for a few moments before breaking into light laughter. "Oh, stop being so uptight, will you?"

Liam groaned in exasperation. "Stop saying that! Anyway-" Pushing up the rim of his glasses, he glanced sharply at Break. "About your paperwork…?"

"Right." Break smiled serenely, his brain searching for a quick excuse. "I was busy…with other things."

Well, it was true to some extent; I mean, his advice column was important too, right?

"Right." He echoed back. "And what are these 'other things' you're doing, may I ask?"

And THIS is my cue to run away. "Oh, would you look at the time, Liam-san! I'll be going now~" He quickly turned, and, avoiding Liam's grasp, sped away gleefully while saying, "I'll pass you the paperwork latest by tomorrow!"

"Fine! I want to see those documents on my desk tomorrow! I'm not going to get scolded again just because you didn't hand it up on time…OI!"

The spectacled man sighed as he watched Break disappear round the bend, yet making no actual effort to stop him.

"God, you'll be the death of me, Xerxes…"

xxx

Break stared at the stack of ignored papers sitting in a distant corner of his desk.

Oh, so THAT'S what he was talking about.

Unwrapping a roll of candy, he sat down and stared stubbornly at the overdue paperwork. If only that would disappear.

Ah well. He'd do it later.

Turning away from the stack on the left, he faced the stack on the right…which was MUCH more appealing. Smiling slightly, he picked a blue envelope from the pile and opened it, hence marking the start of a new letter answering session.

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Dear Hatter-san,
First, I wanna say thank you for your review. It was very entertaining! ^^ I got a HELL lot of problems and I need you to help me.

I have this friend of mine who likes to rip off dolls and plays with scissors. He said he liked this guy named Vincent and tried to imitate him. He's getting on my nerves... what should I do?
From, yes scissors also killed the cat but curiosity is better, Curiosity

…

Break popped another piece of candy in his mouth.

Goddamn Vincent.

…

Dear Curiosity,

Why, it's you again~ No problem; you're entertaining too. Keep on writing in.

Just one thing. Your friend's insane. And gay. His idol is a magnificent bastard that'd probably rip your friend up with scissors when he realises he's being fanboyed over.

Oh, whatever. Leave him to his fate~

Love, Hatter-san!

...

Dear Hatter-san,

There's this kid in my school who constantly exclaims 'I LOVE YOU!' whenever we're in any public place. No, that doesn't mean like if we're not in school. He seizes the opportunity to tell me how he loves me oh-so-much even in the most mundane places. Like while I ATTEMPT -key word, attempt- to eat lunch.

The problem is that I don't know if he's serious or not. I've counted at least six times, and he yells it across the room. Every time, my face turns bright red, and this awkward silence ensues. He might be joking and trying to tease me, or he could be serious. If he is serious, then I really want to make sure he doesn't get the wrong idea... but it would be mortifying if I was to approach him about it and it turns out that he was only joking...

-Majorly Annoyed

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Dear Annoyed Kiddo,

The guy's obviously an idiot. He's doing it totally wrong either way! There are so many other ways to annoy the hell out of people, and he chooses THIS? He has no taste.

Okay, seriously, just ask him why he's doing it! Extract the truth from him before it's too late!

Alternatively, you could try ignoring him. Whatever works~

From Hatter-san!

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Dear Hatter-san,

There's this DUCK following me around EVERYWHERE, and it would NOT stop quacking in Spanish! Advice needed?

-From Mom's Dish Washer

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Dear Dish Washer,

One thing.

YOU'RE HALLUCINATING. Here's one ticket to the mental hospital.

Alternatively, you could trap the duck and…cook it for dinner. Or learn Spanish and keep it as a pet! See, isn't my advice awesome?

From Hat-

…

"Break?

A knock of the door caused Break to almost smudge his signature mid-word. Pen hovering above the incomplete last line, he inhaled. "Yes?"

"It's Sharon."

At once, he silently began shoving letters underneath his desk, hand reaching for the doorknob. If I get caught I WILL BE SCREWED, he told himself as he inspected his now-rather-innocent-looking study table, changing his expression to one of calmness and mild amusement as he opened the door.

"Hello there, m'lady."

Eyes narrowed, she scanned the room before stepping in and folding her arms as the door closed again.

"What is this I hear about you avoiding your paperwork? Again?"

He sighed. "I'm getting to it! Liam told me it's due tomor-"

"No, Break, it was supposed to be due today. Be thankful that this bunch of paperwork isn't the most important of the lot or you'd be in deep trouble."

"…Does that mean I'm not in trouble as it is?"

The two sat in silence before Sharon gave a reproachful look at him.

Before smiling really widely.

"Well, I expect to see that paperwork done and sorted by tomorrow, alright?"

Her grin stretched wider, a hand reaching for a certain large paper fan-

"Of course, m'lady…" Break immediately put on his most reassuring look, not wanting to admit that at times like these, Sharon seriously creeped him out.

"Good." She put a hand on the doorknob and opened the door before hesitating. "One last thing, Break."

He nodded.

"Are you hiding something from me?"

Damn, she's onto me.

"Not at all, m'lady~" He sang. "Would you like me to escort you back to your room?"

At that, the little lady smiled slightly as she shook her head. "I can make it back by myself, thank you very much. Oh, and-" She said while closing the door lightly, "I still think you're hiding something. Goodnight."

In a matter of minutes (two, to be exact), Break had his pens and letters out on his desk again. After watching Sharon disappear down the hallway he'd decided to reply a few more letters before actually beginning on his paperwork. How extremely productive of him.

Oh right, my last sentence. Quickly, he signed off his previously interrupted reply before moving on to the next letter.

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dear hatter-san,
reading ur advice column makes me laugh and really cheers up my day... but i was wondering, CAN I HAVE YOUR SWEETS? CAN I?
luv, obsessed-with-sugar.

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Dear Obsessed-and-obviously-in-need-of-lessons-in-capitalization,

Don't be insulted; I am actually extremely honoured by your compliments. Yay me. On the other hand…

MY SWEETS ARE MINE ONLY. MY PRECIOUS.

Okay. Don't tell anyone I said that; that's an embarrassing line.

Love, Hatter-san~

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Last letter.

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Dear Hatter-san,

I am sitting in my cupboard as we speak-er, as I write.

I am hiding…from a cat. Yeah, I'm that same person who wrote in a while back, and this is the same cat we're talking about. HOORAY.

I-I don't know…I have no idea WHY cats chase after me so much. D'you have any idea why?

From Zorro.

…

And out of the millions of names out there, you had to choose ZORRO? Break facepalmed, not knowing whether to laugh or to lament Gil's uselessness. The idiot was hiding…in his cupboard.

From a freaking CAT.

He sighed. This would have to stop. Somehow.

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Dear Zorro,

Well, at least you signed off this time. The last time…oh, never mind. Bringing it up would just make you sound even more useless than you are now. In a CUPBOARD. I say it's time you get over this phobia! Tell that cat to go away! Be a man!

As for why cats like you…I'm not answering that 'cause I have no clue.

From Hatter-san.

…

From behind the desk, Break smirked to himself as he wrote a mental note.

Give Gilbert a pet kitten for the new year.

Gil's cat phobia was going down in the most interesting way possible; he'd make sure of that.

But first…PAPERWORK.

Operation Zorro starts in 2011:) Have a happy holiday and awesome new year guys!