I'm back from my month journey; arrived on the 6th of April and now… wasting away my time seeing as I already had wasted my second week of term holidays on nothing despite the fact I have a crap-load of homework to catch up on. The price paid (other than the price my parents had to pay) to go on a world tour. T~T

Anyways, as always, thanks to those who've favourite-d and reviewed.

It was almost as if every new comment, favourite and follow gave more hope and strength to come up with an even better plotline for my fanfiction! *Clenches fists and tears*

Continuing on. I tried my best to complete this in as little time as possible, but I find myself too stuck in unorganised crap.

To BogeNoYume: The hiragana is なくたち(nakutachi) けい(kei). I tried translating it into Kanji, but my efforts were in futile.

Bold is for English
Italic is for "emphasis of a word", or thoughts, and past

Sorrowfully, none of the characters, other than my own, do I own; none of the original work. None. *Sad*.

All rights belong to GoRa and GoHands. Brilliant people they are; the ones who brought to you: K project.

P.s. I sincerely apologies for this really late update. 'Cos you know what? Screw school (I wish). *stabs the latter named School*

And so, the long awaited update begins!


Chapter 3:

"Hah?! Why would I do that?" Yata's winkled, scowling face turned into that of disagreement with wrinkles further deepening; contrasting the other party, Kei's face lit up.

"Sounds like fun; I've never played those kinds of games before."

His excitement caught Yata a little of guard; it pissed him off though, boggled at why the black-haired boy found interest in what he found a troublesome nonsense that he faced daily.


"The rules of the game," as explained by Totsuka, "are simple. As a way to learn new things about each other, everyone has to disclose an embarrassing secret without… well, getting embarrassed."

Yata sniggered, loudly and deliberately. "That won't be a problem for me—I don't have any secrets," the chestnut-haired teen boasted childishly, chin stuck up and arms way too proudly crossed over his chest.

Bandou stepped next to Kei and leant towards him, a finger pointing at the arrogant teen. "If you look closely enough, you can just see his nose starting to grow longer."

The boy—two-years his junior—in response sweat-dropped to the exaggerated observation.

A man sporting a derby hat along with his partner wearing a checkered shirt appeared on either side of Yata, and began speaking in an irritatingly mocking tone.

"Hey hey, Masaomi. You know Yata's secret, right?" Began the man with the checkered shirt.

"Which secret, Chitose?" Asked his partner.

"That secret, you know, the one that everyone knows?"

"Oh, that one?"

"Yeah, that one."

Kei watched theteased boy as he became more and more agitated with every sentence that left the duo's mouths, when he finally exploded and shouted all sorts of curses at the two.

"But," Ignoring the shouts, Totsuka continued in a sly tone, "there's another thing."

"Another...?" Kei repeated, fearing this other side of the cheeky blonde that was beginning to unveil.

"If the person becomes flustered, he'll have to cross-dress; a punishment game," Totsuka chuckled and turned to look at the bartender. "Want to join in?" He asked his long time friend; he obviously had knowledge of some dark past of the well-composed man.

"I'll… pass on this one," Kusanagi stammered, adjusting his shades nervously before continuing to wipe down his bar.

-HOMRA-

The clansmen sat in a circle—or what may look like one—along the couches and chairs pulled up to complete the unsymmetrical shape.

Kei looked around at each of the faces of the red clan; to his right, sat Yata—Dewa and Chitose chatting next to him. Across from Kei was Bandou, annoyed with his kouhai's awfully positive aura, Shouhei; and to the left of Kei, sat Kamamoto, munching on a packet of spicy-flavoured potato chips.

Rumoured to be the most dangerous gang of Shizume city, they didn't look all that frightening—except for the plastered on scowl on Yata's face.

Totsuka clapped his hands and took a seat between Kamamoto and Kei; everyone immediately averted their attention to him.

"So, let's start~!"

It begins!

There was a sudden heavy atmosphere; everyone's adrenaline pumping at the max, certain to have the win for themselves, determined not to flush when they blurt out their secrets. Their complete unfaltering desire to not cross-dress filled the bar.

"Okay~, let's start with Kamamoto and go clockwise. Kamamoto?"

The overweight blonde looked around anxiously and put his chips down, wiping his hands on his tracksuit pants and mopping away the nervous sweat developing on his forehead with his sleeve. "Well…" There was a silent moment and a deep groan filled the room as he went into deep thought.

Everyone stared at him patiently, silently searching through their memories to find their hidden secrets.

It wasn't till long when Yata reached the end of his short-lived patience and burst out shouting, "HURRY UP YA FATTY! HOW HARD IS IT TO THINK UP OF A LIE? HUH?!"

Totsuka looked at the group, sending shivers down their spines. "Lie?" He repeated, smiling his signature smile with a hint of something else.

The clansmen were in a frenzy of clammy sweat, shooting glares at the short-fused vanguard for exposing their plan. Kei looked around in confusion. When had they gone off and made a plan? And without him?

-HOMRA-

"Okay~, let's start again. This time, we have Anna to confirm your secrets," Totsuka chirped, now with Anna sitting in Kei's original spot and the latter sitting on a bar stool next to the plan-exposing vanguard. "Kamamoto? Please continue."

"Hm…" the oversized man thought a little more when he finally took in a breath of air; everyone somehow now interested in hearing out what secrets the fatty of the formidable clan hid under his many layers of fat. "Well… there was this time…" they leaned in closer. "I had just bought a bucket of fried chicken from a shop I frequently visit. You know… you know how there are some shops that always have a little step at the entrance? That shop had that step; I wasn't watching where I was stepping… "

There was a pause. Of course someone of his size would crave after a bucket of oily chicken, but what's so embarrassing about that? What was the secret that made him shame himself every time he thought about it?

"I missed the step, and dropped the bucket of chicken."

Isn't that just a fail?! Bandou and Yata along with Chitose thought simultaneously followed by a laugh from Shouhei and a facepalm from Dewa. Kei just watched on, trying to comprehend the situation.

They all looked at the chicken-dropper for a long time, their faces stuck in expressions of expectant letdown, wondering why they even had their hopes up.

"I mean, you know, you don't see it and it gives you that shock. I wasn't prepared and everyone was just looking at me," Kamamoto continued, as if trying to justify something.

Anna nodded to Totsuka, and gave his approval.

"That's not really—" Kei began when Totsuka interrupted.

"Okay then~, next is Bandou."

"What? But that wasn't even embarrassing? How was that even embarrassing?" Bandou exasperated. "Just look at him! He looks all doom and gloom! Doesn't that mean it was sad? Heck, it's not even a secret!"

-HOMRA-

It was clearly visible; the extent of how annoyed the raven-haired man felt, steam rushing out of the side of his head and veins threatening to burst at his temple. Announcing his secret better not put any more stress on him now, and it better not leave him seem as pitiful as he already was—being childhood friends with Shouhei and all.

He crossed his arms over his chest and was just about to open his mouth when Shouhei spoke.

"Hey, San-chan, are you going to tell them about the time you wet your pants in middle school?" His innocent smile seemed to make him look like an angel—a devil in his senpai's eyes—regardless of what he had just announced.

"Pfft! Middle-school?" Yata immediately burst out in a laughing fit, clenching his torso as he leaned forward for air, Dewa and Chitose following suit.

Kei struggled to keep a smile from forming on his face, feeling sympathy for the pitiful grown man. How he managed to get such an incorrupt and pure friend, Kei had no idea, but he looked at the black-haired man in envy.

As for the pant-wetting senpai, he was on the brink of explosion. Stiffly, slowly and almost mechanically, he turned his head to the kouhai he much despised. His poker face earned him a quizzical look from the straw-haired teen, genuinely confused by the current situation.

Hurt fixed itself onto Bandou's face as he screamed his pain and suffering into the three words that he thrust into his long-time friend's face, "I HATE YOU!" With a screwed up expression, he shot up and sprinted out the bar, face buried into the crook of his arm so no one could see the tears of his damaged reputation run down his face.

Shouhei just sat there, still utterly confused as he was patted on the back and his hair messed. "Eh?..."

The Crow, only managing to sustain enough oxygen, breathed, "Is that the best… the wuss could do?" Before bursting out laughing again.

The bartender sighed, after seeing such calamity and a drama-queen the ever-so arrogant boy was. He would have definitely scared away the customers.

"I think someone should get him…" The concerned, kind hearted—and the only person who didn't laugh—Kamamoto said, evaluating the damage and visualising the possible outcomes that might harm their prided clansman.

Totsuka smiled his trademark smile and said, "Kamamoto's right. You never know what Bandou's going to do."

"To say it with such a cheery laugh, you're not worried are you, Totsuka-san?" Kei said, already up on his feet and moving towards the door.

"I wonder~." The carefree blonde smiled again, turning to Shouhei. "I think it would be better for you to go instead of Kei-kun. He is your senpai, you know."

The loving kouhai looked at the older male he highly regarded and nodded, brushing past Kei and out the door. The young black-haired teen smiled, watching the beauty of friendship become whiter and purer than the wings of an angel.

"Shouhei was telling the truth," Anna said plainly, sparking another explosion of laughter. A sweat dropped from Kei's temple; the moment ruined.

-HOMRA-

The participators were sitting back in their positions in the circle, ready to once again commence the game. No matter how many times Shouhei had—cluelessly—apologised, Bandou stubbornly looked in the opposite direction of his partner, obviously still furious with him.

Yata and Chitose were trying too hard not to laugh, for once considering the feelings of their fellow clansman.

"Okay~," Totsuka said cheerfully for about the fourth time. "Back to the game. Next is…. Shouhei~."

"Ah… not good…" the latter laughed, already feeling nervous.

Bandou suddenly turned back to the group, a subtle smirk resting upon his face. Something told Kei things were going to be a little chaotic from now on.


Finally. It's( kinda) done.

I feel so bad for not updating fast enough! I deserve to feel bad! It's my fault for having such bad work ethics. I love you all! Thank you for putting up with me for only three chapters over the span of five or so months. To be honest, I was—in between homework—slowly adding bits and pieces to the story, but I'm never in the right thinking mode to get out what I had in mind. Sincere, full-on gomenasai's.

This is only part of it, as it would be too long and boring to read through, so I'mma write the other half sometime soon(-ish).

Hope you enjoyed it! Please, please, don't be afraid to leave a comment or some constructive criticism, as it makes my writing and your reading much more pleasurable. Also, please report any mistakes made. Domo arigatou.

Please come again (and be disappointed for the slow updates)!

Sleepy and sleep.