A.N: SUP GUYS. Just another new chapter for this long little fic. There will be parts about the vacation, and parts about what happens at HOMRA. Upon getting back from traveling I think I will end the fic when Fushimi and Yata return. Hope you guys enjoy the story, as it will be coming to an end soon enough.

-Sarah

"Fushimi, I don't think I can take in a duck... You'll just have to find someone else to take in the poor thing" Munakata said upon hearing Fushimi's outrageous request.

Keep a duck? In his pristine home for over a month? He couldn't possibly do such a thing. Ducks require attention and cannot be trained to use the restroom. Just imagine what would happen to his carpets and wood flooring. Munakata couldn't possibly keep a duck in his home...even if it was just a cute little duckling, with a most strange name, even stranger that Fushimi of all people had come up with it. Munakata didn't think badly of his subordinates, but there were times when Fushimi's mental health was...questionable to say the least.

"Please King, Who else am I supposed to give him too? I don't exactly think Awashima would want a duck either...and I don't know about leaving him with HOMRA..."

Munakata raised an eye brow. HOMRA? Now there's an idea.

"Actually, Fushimi, I think leaving your little duck with HOMRA would be a good idea. I think they're strain Anna would very much enjoy having a little pet around. Just don't let Suoh too close to it, you know how bad his temper can be."

Fushimi sighed. It wasn't all a bad idea, he just wasn't comfortable going to HOMRA. Fushimi was very prideful. He liked to pride himself on the fact that he didn't feel any remorse from leaving, or 'betraying', HOMRA. The fact of the matter is though, that he does feel a slight fleck of guilt. Fushimi can't bear going back to HOMRA and having their King look at him, he might be burned on the spot. Having all those eyes bore into him; he likes to think it wouldn't bother him and that he'd be able to just waltz in and do as he pleases, but he can't.

With a click of his tongue, Fushimi turned, Waddles in hand. He stepped back onto the street and made his way to a certain bar he had hoped he would never have to set foot in again.

Mikoto looked up when he heard the sound, or lack of, rather. His eyes met a pair of blue ones covered by glasses and unruly bangs. Fushimi stood before him, tall, straight, and stony faced. His eyes showed little emotion upon being back to his first clan. Mikoto leaned back against the couch and lit a cigarette. Interesting, he hadn't expected Fushimi to ever set foot in this bar again after joining Scepter 4. He wasn't angry, no, he was just a little surprised to see him back.

"Suoh...I need to ask a favor of you and your clan" Fushimi said.

"Oh? What does a traitor need from us?!" Some anonymous person in the bar yelled.

Mikoto held up a hand to silence the rest of his clan.

"What do you need Fushimi?"

"Well, I'm certain Yata came in earlier to talk to you about leaving the country, and I'm sure he might have mentioned a duck we've been taking care of." To emphasis his point about the duck, Fushimi held out waddles, who was sitting contently in the warm grasp of his mother.

"I need to ask you if you and your clan would be ever so kind as to keep Waddles around the bar until Yata and I return from out traveling."

Mikoto was silent. A duck? Fushimi came all this way, risked probably getting jumped by a few members, just to ask him to take care of a duck? Mikoto was sure ducks were fragile creatures, and this one looked to be very young. He sighed and was about to tell Fushimi, no way we cannot keep a duck inside this bar with so many violent men, when he glanced at Anna. The normally doll like, expressionless face was twisted into an expression of awe. She was leaning slightly toward the duck Fushimi held out and looked absolutely transfixed on the little thing. He couldn't believe it. Mikoto couldn't believe Anna was to interested in a little creature, but he soon remembered that, despite how mature and old she may seem, she was still a child at heart. With a sigh, Mikoto came to a decision as the rest of the bar was silent, awaiting for his answer to Fushimi's outrageous request.

"Yes, we'll take in your duck while Yata and yourself are out. I do want, however, a list of things that duck is supposed to eat and how we're supposed to take care of it."

A quick glance at Anna showed that he had made the right choice. She looked absolutely thrilled at the idea of a pet, well...as thrilled as Anna can look about anything.