Heeey. Today was my dog's birthday! He's eight!

Although when I post this it'll probably be a day or two late already…

I guess that's it.

Disclaimer: We all know nobody reads this thing anymore.

Enjoy!

For both Sasuke and Yukimura, the next few days were spent in uneasy awkwardness. When Yukimura had promised "not to touch Sasuke", he didn't just mean it in a sexual way – he didn't touch him period. Beside the campfire, he would drink and joke about as usual, laughing at his own stories even if Sasuke did nothing apart from it there politely, never answering without being asked. However, if he was to hand Sasuke something, or to stand by him for some reason, there was absolutely no direct contact. The object passed from between their hands will either be on the tip of his fingers, or even travelling through the air. A good distance was kept between them at all times, at any time, and if the young boy had moved to a place where Yukimura was destined to go, the man would always put it off, or take a different route to reach it.

This suited Sasuke just fine. Since they were journeying through the thick woods by themselves, he was obliged to keep an eye on their ever decreasing food supply. The shinobi frequently went out onto short hunting trips, although of course only when convinced that nothing was to attack his master. While he never strayed far, and came back as quickly as possible, this time alone was well needed and used for him to breathe easily, and openly worry over his injuries he kept hidden from Yukimura.

Sasuke grazed his slender fingers across the swell on his shoulder, wincing as the soft touch sent a spark of pain through his upper body. The small, yet deep marks Yukimura's nails had left etched over the reddening skin, becoming even more evident as he soaked water from a small stream over it. Sighing, Sasuke looked at his expressionless reflection in the running water. He dearly wished to keep something cold over it for the whole day, but with Yukimura alongside him, it would be impossible to keep the damage concealed from him. The wounds from the fight with the monster had healed externally, and there had been no noticeable irregularity in his digestive and excretory system from what he could fathom. If there were any, he would have to take things seriously and watch for internal bleeding, or soreness in his organs.

Yet all seemed to be well and good there. His shoulder stung from the slight pressure he put into it as he picked himself up from his squat. But Sasuke ignored it, being the master of masks now.

The next second, the landscape was void of any human being, a few leaves fluttering to the ground and creating ripples in the water as the only shadow of the small ninja ever being there.

They made it out of the forest without much trouble. A famished squirrel had attacked their camp late one night, but it ended up staying for breakfast – courtesy of Sasuke, his knives and a strong sense of survival need to gather as much food as possible. Deep inside his mind, he couldn't help but wonder why Yukimura will resist eating the plenty insects found anywhere, which can offer a good range of vitamins and minerals, but be more than happy to have a taste of the once furry and cute (and vicious) mammal served with berries they had found near the path the day before.

It wasn't long until they reached a town, but this one was much different to the one they had stayed at before. They had strayed off the dirt path they had been following for what seemed like an eternity – it had melted into a meadow of long grass and buttercups, leading them to wander aimlessly for the next couple of hours. They found it easily enough in the dark, however, as the gleaming lights from the night shops and lanterns of service stores broke through the dimness of the evening, eventually sending them on the right track again. It was actually very large, a popular attraction in the particular district. Young adults laughed and danced through the bright streets of it during twilight, although curfew prevented them from staying out any longer in these dangerous times.

For adult adults, it was very different.

Girls with protruding breasts and faces with heavy make up giggled and beckoned drooling, old men along the red light district. Fights often broke out among drunkards, resulting with them both rolling around in the gutters filled to the brim with vomit, urine, and…other foul substances. Gamblers strolled from bar to bar, crying or jeering or cursing profusely. Goods worthy of the black market were displayed by gypsies on the street grounds, a variety of sort such as black magic, weaponry, drugs and jewels the most perceptible. It was almost like a miniature, nighttime Edo.

And, obviously, it was only a matter of time before Genjirou and his trusty unnamed page made a stop at the unavoidable brothel of half a million ryo.

"Genjirou-sama~ would you like more sake?"

"Ahan! You naughty man, don't touch me there-ah!"

"I'm here for you too, Genjirou-sama~ Don't ignore me~!"

"Ahahaha, you ladies will have to learn to wait your turn! If I have all these pretties crowding around me, I won't know which way to turn!"

The large rugby huddle took quite a lot of space of the room, with the chortling, giddy man as the centre with half covered (or half revealed, whichever way you may want to take it), tittering women grabbing at him from all sides. About five or so prostitutes surrounded Genjirou, one holding up a sake bottle and cup, letting him drink off of it and intoxicating him even more. The loud laughter filled the area, reaching the acute ears of Sarutobi Sasuke, as he was sitting a considerable distance away from the group hug.

He ignored the noise completely, only staring into space with a blank look indifferent to the fuss next to him. Before, Sasuke had been extremely riled with the familiarity Yukimura showed towards the women in brothels such as this one. His master will observe his steamed up stature for an hour or so, before sending the prostitutes out with their money and starting the fun with the bad tempered, trembling boy he had kept waiting right there in his fury. Now, the ninja sat as patiently as a well trained Labrador, watching calmly as Genjirou fiddled with swinging nipples and squeezed little bottoms with his large hands.

An anxious new girl, too young and low ranked to help serve customers, entered the room and spotted Sasuke sitting in the corner. She had only come to replace any empty bottles or snacks but, feeling some level of pity for the lone boy, made her way over to him. Smiling gently, she squatted in front of him and pushed a packet of crackers towards him.

"You must be bored, poor boy," she said quietly. "You can always come downstairs with me, you know, you don't have to watch your father play with–"

She was cut off by two pairs of golden eyes whipping towards her, puckered into the fiercest frown the devil could make. The girl gave a shriek and stumbled back; the sudden interruption making the merry crowd pause in their fun and causing them to look over at her.

Sasuke spoke in the following silence.

"He's not my father."

Not missing a beat, one of the women hanging on Yukimura's garments scoffed.

"Well, of course he isn't, Yumiko," she said scornfully. "Why are you even talking to him? He's paid for and put to work, as a slave to this gentleman here!" She nuzzled Yukimura's shoulder, but he did not acknowledge her or attempt to shift the look of displeasure from his face.

The expression unnerved Sasuke. Did he do something wrong? How was he supposed to know the girl would be easy to frighten? Yet the claws of cold fire bit at his heart when the older woman said those words. He was no slave. He was the strongest of the Jyuuyushi, life devoted to protect their master, Sanada Saemonnosuke Yukimura. So why didn't Yukimura say something to put justice to his name? Why was he staring at the boy like that?

Meanwhile, the girl was stammering. "I…I didn't…"

"It's okay, Yumiko-chan," Genjirou finally spoke, assuring her with a warm smile that did not reach his eyes. "It's not your fault. He's just in a bit of a foul mood today, aren't you?" His dark orbs had never left Sasuke's troubled face.

For a moment, Sasuke considered rebelling. "I – Yes," he said dully. "I'm sorry."

The realization of his current situation rolled off the disbelief to why Yukimura had not corrected the woman. In the second, caught up in his own thoughts, he had forgotten they were in the middle of a fight against each other, and had imagined that Yukimura was simply watching his reactions as he himself fooled around, like always.

Confused at if he was addressing her or the customer, Yumiko looked around, bewildered. However, Yukimura had no doubt to which the apology was aimed at. "Good," he said, nodding. "Now, you seemed to have been a bit bored there by yourself," A few sniggers rose from a couple of women. "So why don't I get you occupied with an errand?"

He rustled in his kimono sleeve, bringing up a brown deerskin bag. Inside it, coins tinkled and clinked together. Yukimura tossed it up over the heads of women, their eyes following it as it sailed through the air, and the bag of coins landed neatly in Sasuke's folded lap. "Go buy some side dishes to go with the rice wine," Genjirou ordered. "I trust you will make do with haste."

"If it's side dishes, we can supply you –" Yumiko started.

"Oh, he needs something to do," Yukimura smiled. "Go on, then," he added to Sasuke.

Bag clasped in one hand, Sasuke bowed to him. "I will be back shortly," he murmured, and with that, got up and slipped out of the room, leaving his master with the fawning women.

Outside in the darkened streets, Sasuke was bumped around and jostled by the rushing crowd going this way and that. Growling in frustration at how he couldn't be taller than he was, as everyone seemed not to notice his existence underneath their feet until they heard the angered yelp of toe-trodded pain, he pushed himself through the babble of people towards the sides of the road, making sure to keep a good grasp of the money bag inside his pockets. No sooner had he reached the black walls beside the busy road, however, was he grabbed around the wrists by a rough, large hand.

He blinked in slight alarm. "Wha–"

The man, a burly, smelly one at that, took the chance of his momentary hesitation and opened mouth to push the small boy up against the gritty wall and force his tongue through the little pink cavern. Sasuke yelled into the sloppy kiss, his eyes almost rolling back as he inhaled the stench of day old rice and too much alcohol. He winced, then, a spurt of pain shooting up his injured arm as it was pulled too hard. He wasn't one to be taken by shock so easily, however, and did his best to bite the stranger's tongue, while lifting his thin legs up swiftly to attack the groin.

The molester leapt away, grunting. He hit someone behind him passing by, and while he was busy commencing a glaring match with them, Sasuke contemplated running away into the milling crowd, or hanging back to give the rude man a piece of his mind.

Unfortunately the man was done with his business much sooner than Sasuke had expected. Before he could make up his mind, two thick, tanned arms had planted themselves deep within the wall on either side of him.

"You ain't too bad, kid," the man purred, leaning all over Sasuke and grinning to show his all his yellow teeth. "What do you say to coming round to my place tonight, and I'll pay you a few hundred ryo?"

"Not interested," Sasuke snarled, glowering at the man to make him back off. "I'm not some dirty prostitute."

The man chuckled. "With all that flesh showing out, you can't blame me for mistaking you as one." He lowered one hand to let it slither up Sasuke's leg, to his thigh, the inside of which he grabbed with piercing force. "I bet you can do with some extra money, though, huh?" he hissed as he watched the young boy gasp and squirm in discomfort.

"Let go of me!" Sasuke cried, clutching the hand and jerking it off. No one in the streets turned to look – obviously they were used to this kind of thing.

Lowering his face next to Sasuke's ear, the man never faltered in his sneer and let loose hot breath down the child's neck. "I like feisty boys, you know," he breathed, tongue flicking out to lick his victim's earlobe. Sasuke shuddered – that had been inside him!? "Will you take me up if I offered you a permanent customer?"

"I told you I'm not a slut!" the shinobi yelled, desperately forcing his arms to work as he put them defensively between the man's chest and himself. A horrible familiarity washed over him as the man pressed up against Sasuke, forcing him back against the walls….

"You're mighty pretty for that," the man slurred, raising his fingers to grip and pull at the boy's chin. "Or, are you already owned by somebody else?" he joked with a mocking leer. His hand rose even more, to yank at the soft, feathery hair and wrenched Sasuke's head up even more.

Instantly, the flame which had been lying low at the bottom of Sasuke's stomach rose up, fury possessing him and giving his shaking, weak limbs strength. The burning fire reached his golden eyes, and his fist shot up, not even taking a second to come in contact with the man's jaw.

There came the howl of pain, and this time people did look up – only to catch sight of a great man screaming bloody murder and clutching at his bleeding face. If they had turned quickly enough, they may have been lucky to have spotted a flash of white disappearing within the mass of night-goers.

Sasuke didn't stop shoving, running, gasping until he came to a fairly deserted area, lamps lit bright and only about twenty people present in the wide tiled road. He leant against an innocent looking shop post to catch his breath, but all the while looking around to check if the pervert was following him for revenge, or if there were any more of his kind stalking him. He had caught a few curious gazes, but all seemed disinterested in chatting him up in the worst manner. Reaching into his pockets, Sasuke let out a sigh of relief as he discovered that the bag of coins was still safe within them. At least he hadn't messed up on Yukimura's orders.

Yukimura… Sasuke started walking, keeping to the shadows to not attract any more attention. It had been a while, but his master had once done the exact same thing as the person just now. The funny thing was, Sasuke was never disgusted at the actions; he could be embarrassed, or angered, or for the most aroused and excited, but never as sick as he had felt when the strange man had treated him not ten minutes ago. Now, he felt as though he could throw his guts out just at the memory of the man touching, and kissing him.

The sake shop was open and surprisingly devoid of any loud, noticeable customers. The owner was a decent man, years into the business, and absolutely refused to sell alcohol to underaged children. Nevertheless he still had his share of young pages running errands for their lords, and handed the sakizuke of cockles over the counter without a second glance. Wishing Sasuke a good and safe night, he occupied himself with work as the small, silent boy slipped through the narrow doorway and back out into the night.

No incidents met him as he returned to the brothel, perhaps mostly because he turned to roof hopping this time to get back. Sasuke was done getting harassed, much less in the sexual way, by total strangers on the streets asking if he'd like to follow them back home. He counted himself lucky, in this red light district, that he wasn't raped there and then.

Yumiko was at the counter when he got back to the brothel. She started when he came in, looking as sullen as he did when he left.

"We – welcome back," she smiled politely, timidly.

Sasuke looked at her, noticing how she flinched under his gaze. However, it may have been from the rash happenings outside addling his brains, but he returned a small smile tiredly.

"Yeah. I'm back." Ignoring the startled girl's blush, he kept right on walking, reaching the stairs leading to the second floor. Suddenly, with one foot on the first step, he looked back, his eyes fixed on the ground as he addressed the only other person in the landing. "A girl like you shouldn't be in a place like this," he told Yumiko abruptly. The small boy continued on as she blinked, bewildered. "Look, I don't care if you have family to take care of or debts to settle, but trust me, you're better off starving than working in this kind of area."

Sasuke plucked up the courage to peek at the girl's face, only to find her smiling tearfully. "Thank you," she murmured, wiping at her eyes with the hem of her kimono sleeve. The soft black orbs never left the young shinobi's face.

"Well, uh. Yeah," he muttered, turning back to climb the stairs. He hadn't meant to make her cry!

But when the girl's voice sounded behind him again, they were light and happy. "I mean it. Thank you. And you know," Yumiko continued earnestly, not caring if the boy was frozen in his steps, his back to her. "I can tell that you aren't that gentleman's slave. He cares about you too much! He didn't even talk to the women after you left," she was babbling, but was desperate to get her point across to encourage the child petrified on the stairs. "So, um, I don't know what happened, but I can tell you two are really close. Please, I hope that everything will be alright!"

Sasuke resumed the tedious climbing. "We'll see," he only called over his shoulder, voice weary. Leaving the young girl staring at his small back as it disappeared over the steps.

His socked feet padded soundlessly across the smooth wooden floor. Yukimura and him? Close? No, not anymore. The girl was let her imagination run too much about simple things she'd conveniently noticed that could mean nothing at all. If she was educated, and had left the town ages ago, she could have been a successful writer.

Sasuke reached the room that he had left his master in, the fusuma door slid tightly closed. Sinking to a kneel before the corridor wall just next to the door, he called out before opening it.

"Genjirou-sama? I'm back with the goods you requested."

A sound from inside made his ears perk up. It was throaty, and low…and panting.

"Ah, oh please…Genjirou-sama…"

"Shh, you have to keep it quiet or he'll hear you."

"But, ah! Aahn, Genjirou…"

"My, my…already on first name basis, now, are we?"

"Yah! Aah, ah, mmn…"

Sasuke's heart was thudding in his ears as the noise sank into a silence. Yukimura was doing it? Again? He screwed his eyes shut to wipe the anger blank from his mind. Stay clam. Don't do anything foolish. There was no longer anything going on between them, so Yukimura could do anything with anyone without having to have him hanging around!

He almost jumped as the door suddenly slid open. The woman who had referred to him as Yukimura's 'slave' before stood there, cheeks flushed and eyes burning.

"Why did you have to come like that, you stupid child?" she hissed malevolently. Sasuke raised his eyebrows coolly. "Never disturb us again!" With that, she hurried off, Sasuke eyeing her back dryly and taking note of her rather tidy appearance. Shrugging, he stood and walked into the room where his master was waiting, kneeling once again to slide the door shut before appraising the room.

The windows shut to keep the cold night air out, Yukimura sat alone underneath them, calmly sipping his cup of sake with his usual nonchalant smile. "Ah, Sasuke," he greeted the boy pleasantly. "Did you get what I asked for?"

Wordlessly, Sasuke handed him a neatly wrapped box containing the pricy goods. "Excellent, now we can really get started," Yukimura smiled, humming as he started undoing the pretty knot placed pertly atop of the package.

Sasuke took up his place a little way off from the window, still standing. "That was a very dirty trick, Yukimura-sama," he said curtly.

Yukimura did not look up from his prize. "I'm not at all surprised that you know about it," he conversed lightly. "You've been on the receiving end of it many times, when you were the one under me, haven't you?"

The ninja fought off the creeping heat off his face. "You know perfectly well what I am talking about. That woman was clutching a very large fistful of cash under her robes."

"What are you trying to imply, Sasuke?"

Sasuke sighed at the little games he must play along with to get a straight answer – or rather, admittance. "You paid her to make those noises for you," he insisted. The sheer childishness of it all was drilling into his mind. "Is this some kind of joke?"

His master's answer was as dubious as always. "Maybe, maybe not. Anyway, she could've gotten that cash from anyone. Not that I'm denying it's mine," he added. "She only works for the money you know. I don't really mind myself, as long I have a partner to satisfy myself with."

"Yukimura-sama, there is obvious proof right in this room that you did not just have sex with her." Sasuke's voice was trembling from his efforts to keep from outright snarling at Yukimura. "First, there is the lack of smell of the usual release of body fluids after a "satisfying" session. There is not even a hint of sweat having been leaked out of the body, and more over, I am very surprised that you completed such acts with her without making a mess of yourself- or her, or this room. You are certainly not aroused enough to have done practically anything but sit there and drink. So whatever you had accomplished with that woman, it wasn't as good as you make it out to be, is it? Yukimura-sama."

A sheepish grin appeared on Yukimura's face, directed at the tired expression of the boy in front of him. "Alright, you caught me on that. That was such a waste of good drinking money," he grumbled. "But did I hear that you did not disagree that I had done some less intense, yet still exciting activity with her?" He was still teasing, taunting – prodding and poking places better left untouched with his shameless words. Sasuke was too aware of his objective now to fall for it. Yet normally while he would have taken a much more proactive method to berate his master with his habit of playing around, he felt as though all his energy had been stripped of him tonight. He was just not in the mood, nor did he care much for it.

"Please, stop this Yukimura-sama," he said wearily. "You will not gain anything from freely giving out such large hoards of money to common women. Certainly not from me, if that was what you were hoping for," he added just for effect, to see if it will work. To his surprise, his master fell silent for a while, dark eyes staring off into space.

His voice was soft, barely audible when he spoke. "…Why can't I, Sasuke? All I ever needed to become the happiest man in this world was you." His tone was hushed, but the thin bitter layer rested upon the quiet tenor. Sasuke stood silent, arms crossed, staring intently at the man sitting on the floor as he continued to pour out the harsh feelings he had kept bottled up for the past days.

"You gave me everything I desired; you gave me love, you offered me confidence, you were practically the power source for my strength. Yet you had to draw that all away from me. Why, Sasuke? Why cannot you stay forever at my side, as we had been before?" Yukimura rose, his darkened eyes now turned fully to Sasuke, staring at him beseechingly, pleadingly. Turbulent emotions rose up in Sasuke's throat, but he gulped them down, readying a firm, yet equally quiet voice as his master's.

"Because I realized, Yukimura-sama," he said clearly. "And lucky thing I did, because it could have been too late. I realized that what you called your strength was slowly turning into your greatest weakness. Your perfect armor was applied a chink when your closest ally made it too soft. Your love," – He felt like choking, but forced himself to continue – " Your love was clouding your sight in the battlefield- you cannot see where your enemy is, much less attack it."

Inside he was reproaching himself, Why did you have to go tell him that? You're hurting him!

Yukimura was still talking to him, arguing. He wasn't going to let this time go without a fight. "But it needn't be a weakness," he pressed. "It was my main support through many things these past months, and I certainly would not have overcome them so easily without it. I swear I felt invincible with it. With you, Sasuke. Why cannot you come back to me?"

Stop it! Isn't this what you want? What you need? Why do you push him away???

He was pushing him away, literally so. Just like with the man in the streets. For Yukimura had walked up to him, seized his body with strong, encircling arms that trapped his arms within them, and had held him tight, powerfully, in a chaste hug. Sasuke smelt the other man's soft, sweet scent, as he rested his head upon Yukimura's chest momentarily, just for a brief second relaxing into the feel of comfort with the long black hair tickling his nose, and the warmth of the other's body wrapping him in and embracing him, just as Yukimura was doing to him. None of the nausea from when the stranger had grabbed him welled up within the little boy, and he felt the most contented and safe than he had in the past several days.

But as much as he only wanted to melt into the man's arms right where he stood, the cruel jab of a reminding duty awakened him from his floating, dreamlike state. He started struggling against his master's hold, small cries of protest emitting from his mouth as his writhing only made Yukimura hug him tighter. Finally he gave up, and simply stood rigid, precariously close to losing his balance and falling forward face first, once again into Yukimura's chest.

"…If you are going to do something, then I suggest you get it over with, Yukimura-sama," he said quietly. "There are women everywhere in this house – I'm sure it would not be a favorable situation for us if they happen to stumble in on whatever you want to do to me."

Yukimura had not been moving from the start, simply standing there in the middle of the lamp lit room, pinning Sasuke to his larger body, but the shinobi thought he felt Yukimura stop breathing. Still, his arms around Sasuke did not slacken, and stayed as firm as ever. Sasuke continued, coldly, spitefully.

"What do you feel will be suitable to pleasure you tonight? I will oblige to anything you ask of me. I am, after all, your servant." He wasn't about to stop – he needed to get Yukimura off of him before he lost control… "Although, I admit I am quite shocked – I thought you promised yourself that you would not touch me, since last time–"

His grip on the boy did slack; completely, and the moment Sasuke felt the arms drop from him entirely he was thrown across the room by a single, swift blow to his left cheek. The crack resounded throughout the wide room, and Sasuke gasped as he staggered, and hit the floor below. Tears had formed due to impact on one eye, and instinctively he curled himself up into a small ball on the floor – yet seized moving the moment he realized what he was doing. Staring wide-eyed across the neatly woven tatami floors to the blank wall, he couldn't help his breathing becoming erratic as he tried to fill his lungs to replace the knocked out air. There was a slight shuffling noise as Yukimura sat himself back down, behind the tiny tray set with sake jugs and cups. The sakizuke Sasuke had bought lay beside them, only partially opened.

Yukimura's voice was rumbling, furious, and Sasuke wondered if the other emotion he was hearing was disgust.

"…Get out of my sight. You had no right to speak to me in that form of language."

Sensing that it was safe enough to get up now without having a bottle of sake thrown at his head, Sasuke rose unsteadily, legs wobbling uncertainly for some reason. Yukimura started issuing orders again.

"I want to get going at six tomorrow, so be sure to be ready. And get that woman to come back in here – call for Ochiku." Waving off Sasuke's wordless bow with one hand, he paused to take a sip before the dismissal. "Until the morning, do whatever you want, Sarutobi."

"……!!"

Sasuke took in a sharp intake, and let the words roll off his tongue with supposed grace and ease.

"Yes, my lord. Have a pleasurable night."

He decided to take the front door instead of the window for once. He had to let Yumiko know that he was going out, and that his master wanted a sleeping partner.

"Are you alright?" she asked tentatively, peering down at his shadowed eyes. "Don't you need to go to sleep?"

"I'm perfectly fine, thanks," he retorted. He just wanted to get away from the place, as far from his master as possible till the morning.

A small, silver haired boy ran like lightning from the brightly lit up brothel that night, weaving amongst the chattering, merry crowd and towards the less dense neighborhood.

Sasuke let the tears flow once he was past four blocks into the uptown area. The street was empty aside from him, the light from the paper lamps dimly reflecting onto his tousled, snow white hair. He finally slid down the wall of a closed shop, curling into a crouching position as he reached the ground. At first, a piercing intake of a cry escaped his lips, conveying his desperation and wretchedness to anybody who heard it, before he quieted down and wept.

The black clouds parted in the night sky, like opening curtains for a tragic act. The pale moon shone it's heavenly faded light down upon the misgiving town, upon the forlorn creature whimpering through crystal tears of broken love to the dusty earth.

Yes, let's all pity Sasuke.

I think I did a pretty good job on this one! Considering that I am loaded with homework I should have finished three weeks ago, and that I'm nineteen minutes and counting before midnight, I think that personally, I like this chapter best out of all my others.

I just hope that people agree with me…

For those who don't know, sakizuke or as I interpret into English, side dishes that go with sake are commonly served with the drink in relatively small amounts, to kill off time and hunger before the main course is cooked. I heard that sea urchins (uni) and Surf clam (mirugai) are great sakizuke. Uni goes especially well with wasabi or citrus juice. By the way, the Japanese name for cockles is torigai, which means if literally translated, bird clam (don't ask me why, there are several reasons).

We're finally nearing the last couple of chapters! Will Yukimura and Sasuke ever get back together again? Will Kyo find tune with the yaoi fan evolved Yuya and Okuni?? Will the squirrel our favourite pairing had for breakfast get revenge with the help of a bad case of food poisoning??? Will Yumiko exploit her writing skills to the world????

Come! Follow me as the story draws their curtains together for the end! Heeheeheeheeee!

…Okay, I am so high at night. Better go to sleep soon…

R&R!