Hi everyone, so I'm finally back!

After much consideration I have decided to continue this fanfic, sorry it took so long to finalize the decision :P

So, I'm aware Hiro is a little OOC but just go with the flow.

We take off fromYukari locking the door to her apartment and George and Isabella finding the e-mail from Hiro.

George is now looking forward to the trip.

Disclaimer : I do not own paradise kiss.

Yukari thought mightily about what she was supposed to be doing right then. After so much having happened the prospect of something not going on at that moment seemed foreign to her. She could call Miwako and Arashi...

She dialed their number into her phone not quite sure of what she would tell them but as soon as Arashi's gruff voice filled the phone the words tumbled out of her mouth.

"I need you and Miwako to come over."

Arashi stuttered, "Why? Did something happen?"

"I need help cleaning."

"Cleaning for what?"

"For when George and Isabella come to stay!" Yukari shouted joyfully.

"Uh, and Hiro is ok with George and Isabella staying at your house?" Arashi asked thouroughly confused.

"No, but I'm not getting married to Hiro." With a click Yukari set down the phone and allowed for the knowledge to set into Arashi's mind. Yukari sat down and looked around and her messy kitchen as she imagined how right now Arashi would be scrambling to pull on a belt while Miwako sang her confusion.

In fact Yukari wasn't really that far off.

"Arashi!" Miwako sang, dancing around him as he pulled a distressed red shirt over his head. His hair stuck up in wild strands and as Miwako tried to push them down he began to explain what he had just been told.

"She said she needed help cleaning because Isabella and George would be staying there."

"Why don't they stay at a hotel?" Miwako asked in the same tone Arashi had used before.

"Because apparently she isn't marrying Hiro..."Arashi whispered.

Miwako gasped her tiny fingers covering her mouth, she didn't know whether to be ecstatic or terrified as to what happened. She had already heard part of this story about how Yukari threw the ring but really there was so much she still didn't know. She pulled a blue dress on and white stockings to match as she grabbed Arashi's hand.

They ran out the door just as he was pulling on his belt.

Despite being 2:00 in the afternoon they were having a slow day.

Yukari closed her eyes and waited for the knock on the door, half and hour later it arrived; frantically in fact. Miwako's tiny fist pounded on the now locked door. Yukari stood up almost giddy and opened the door with a grin. They all stood quietly and stared at each other since none of them knew exactly what had happened and slowly a grin spread across each of their faces. They realized then they had started a new chapter, a chapter where the Paradise Kiss team would be together again.

Yukari started laughing and ran a hand through her matted hair, "So I guess we should get started?"

"Yes, yes, where shall we start? Should we do this in zones? Do you have supplies, I wasn't sure so I brought some..." Miwako continued to mutter as she walked into the bath room with a bag of bottles and brushes.

They each grabbed a bottle and a brush, they each grabbed a zone just as Miwako had suggested and they began to sanatize. Yukari laughed as she worked, she had no idea her apartment was quite so messy.

Arashi's complaining kept them entertained since even through the music they heard his groans,"I can't smell anything other than lemon. Why lemon? Out of all the things to make a cleaner smell like...it's just so persistent."

Miwako's constant thwacks on the side of his head kept him somewhat in line but he was entitled to frequent breaks where he would go smell something he believed to have a stronger smell than the lemon that now filled every room in her apartment.

The radio switched to an 80's station and both Yukari and Miwako's heads shot up as the female voice of Tiffany met their ears. They both stood up, soapy sponges in hand and began to dance and sing.

"I think we're alone now!" They shouted freely. Yukari's mind wondered as the lyrics of the song proved to be words to the movie in her head. Things would be wonderful with George, they would be so wonderfully fantastic, she was so drunk with fantasy it was incredible.

Miwako watched Yukari worried, she fretted silently as to what would happen if George was not here to love her if he really did only to become a stranger in her wedding party. Would Yukari crumble, and if she did who would pick up the pieces? It wasn't that she didn't want to fix Yukari if she broke it was that she wasn't sure she could...there was really only so much pain one person could handle without shattering.

If Yukari did shatter no amount of Yukari's 'magic' could save that girl. Miwako looked up and Arashi's laughing face, their eyes met, she could tell he was thinking the exact same thing.

Beneath the laughing exteriors something worrisome lay dormant.

Yukari pulled the rubber gloves off of her hands as they all collapsed in the kitchen.

"It looks pretty spotless, doesn't it?"

"Yeah deffinatly. Almost worth my inabilty to smell." Arashi muttered.

Miwako smiled, "It's ok, I'll still love you."

Yukari laughed, "Has anyone been to the atelier lately?"

Miwako shook her head and Arashi looked to floor clearly not having either.

Miwako, "I was going to the other day but I got scared and so I stopped and headed somewhere else."

Arashi looked at her, "Seriously? Why were you scared?"

"I don't know, it's not as friendly a place as it once was."

"Things do change over time." Yukari agreed, "But once George and Isabella get here, I say we all go back there."

Arashi and Miwako nodded, "In the mean time I think we should go clubbing!" Miwako chanted.

Arashi looked down at his pink haired love, "Miwako...ah, I don't think Yuk-"

"Yeah!" Yukari shouted, "Arashi, you think you're up for it?" She challenged.

"Always." Arashi said bravely.

They stole away to Yukari's vast closet reveling in the boxes of clothes and colours that surrounded them. If they were going to go out they needed to look the part. Arashi already did but they could make ite even better.

Miwako grabbed a bag of yellow fabric paint and splattered it all over his t-shirt.

Yukari pulled on a short vibrant green tube like dress after tieing the ruffled corset around Miwako. They looked like a bunch of misfits, just like they did when they were Paradise Kiss. Just like they'd always been at heart.

They walked into the pulsing club arm in arm and made their way through the crowd. Bodies pushed and rubbed against one another and the bright lights bounced off everone's skin. Glow sticks and bright coloured clothing were visible everywhere as the music continued steadily with a mystifying techno beat.

They unhooked arms and began to dance and move along with the bustling bodies around them.

Miwako watched Yukari warily as Yukari's body pulsed with the crowd. She looked up in Yukari's eyes and saw how full they were, how happy they were. But the only thing Miwako could see was the broken look she had seen for so many years. For years after George had left it was all she had been able to see when she looked at Yukari.

It was like a dress had been torn at the seems and someone just put a layer underneath of the same colour so it didn't look like it was ripped. It was still ripped though.

Yukari was still broken though.

Miwako didn't know what to else to do but hope that George and Paradise Kiss could sew her up again.

George Koizumi was a miracle worker after all?

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