The Gun and the Guitar -- Part 3
Chapter 9: Bad Luck is Never Boring
K was certainly surprised to see Shuichi come in with Hiroshi on his trail. Hiro must have just been returning from dropping Yuji off at his new place. In fact Shuichi appeared haggard and upset which made K nervous. His prized star wasn't supposed to be upset.
"What's going on?" he wondered evenly, holding a pot by the handles, his hands covered with red oven mitts.
"Mr. Seguchi came over and kicked me out!" the younger man with violet eyes stated wildly, as fresh salty tears began to pour down his face.
The blonde looked to Hiro who just shrugged. K looked back over at Shuichi, he hated to watch him crying, which was often, but still—Tohma was upsetting his singer again! What for?! K could never understand how a guy with a smokin' hot wife could spend so much time wallygaggin' over Yuki. And after all this time of no problems with the three of them for at least two years, why was there a dilemma now? K's spidey-senses were picking up a faint trail of sabotage.
"I'm sure Yuki will handle Tohma and you can go home soon. I'll drop you off later and stick around to make sure you get in the house," Hiro reassured his long time friend. "Tohma probably just has a pickle up his ass tonight and Yuki will deal with him."
"I hope so," Shuichi huffed and flopped down in the living room armchair, pulling his knees up to his chest. He sighed and sniffed.
"I have some equipment, we could go spy on them?" K offered easily. He was curious as to what would have Tohma riled up enough to kick Shuichi out of his own home. But the president always had his reasons—it was enough to make K concerned.
Hiro shot K a worried look and shook his head, "No Claude, I'm sure you guys are just overreacting. Um…what did you make for dinner hun?" The brunette patted his husband on the cheek sweetly not at all acting concerned for Shuichi. He looked down into the pot K was holding.
K looked at Hiro perplexed but stated, "Spaghetti…err...you're welcome to stay for dinner, Shuichi."
The singer explained he wasn't hungry right now and asked for hot tea instead.
"I'll make it," Hiro offered and took off to the kitchen.
K set the pot of spaghetti on the stove and took off his oven mitts. He called for Michael to come eat dinner, and then studied Shuichi from afar. This whole scenario had him troubled...something was just not right here. It nagged!
He offered, "Just relax watch some T.V—let's not lose our heads, eh?"
Shuichi looked over surprised at K, he nodded. He would try to stay calm. But suddenly Michael bounded down the stairs. "Shuichi!" the boy cried.
"Hi Michael," Shuichi said all humdrum.
"Do you know what day is coming?!" Michael asked the singer excitedly.
Shuichi shook his head no.
"Christmas!" cried Michael, bouncing up and down happily.
K laughed faintly, "He's been going on about this ever since it turned December." It was that time of year and K thought soon he'd have to get a tree for Michael. Of course it would have to be a fake one since there were no real trees sold as Christmas trees in Japan. Well none that he knew of and even if they did, it would cost a fortune! But they did sell decorations and lights.
Shuichi's eyes actually lit up for a moment. "Yes Christmas, with presents and cake and those green leafs which you hang up and have to kiss under…" He thought of Yuki again and sighed again.
"Ewwww…kissing! Gross!" Michael cried making a disgusted face.
"It's called mistletoe Shuichi," K explained and eyed Hiro coming in with tea for everyone. Speaking of mistletoe, he'd have to remember to put it under every doorway.
"Oh, you guys are talking about Christmas." Hiroshi grinned and sang obnoxiously, "I already have your presents figured out." The guitarist had to admit this gift giving thing was fun! He couldn't wait for the twenty-fifth.
"Really?!" Michael cast a glowing gaze at Hiroshi, "What is it?!"
"Now Michael, you know you don't get to find out until Christmas day." K snickered at his restless son but realized what Hiro has said fully. "You got my present too?! EEee! What is it?!" K begged his eyes as round as saucers. He sounded just like his son.
Michael scoffed and jeered, "DAD!"
Shuichi had to laugh at them. It was different when Hiro was on his own, living in his own place. It had become his sanctuary, his safe haven when he needed a place to run to.
But now Hiro wasn't alone and he worried he'd lost that sanctuary, but actually...K and Michael at home was pleasant. It was times like this that K didn't seem as psychotic as he did at work—he was human after all. They were lightening his mood with all their joyful Christmas talk. Sigh. Hiro and K were so happy, so family like...it was wonderful to see his friend have that. He was sure Yuki and him were just as happy, but not right now. Was he just worrying to much like he usually did when it came to anything concerning his novelist lover? Probably, but something about the look on Tohma's face made him really nervous. It was like Tohma knew something and he was in the dark. Hiro's laughter brought him out of reflection.
"You two will just have to wait so, nyah. You can even search all over the house and you won't find it." Hiro stuck his tongue out. He wandered over to sit next to K on the sofa.
K and Michael both visibly pouted.
"I'm going to get dinner," Michael announced and took off to the kitchen.
K and Shuichi sipped their tea.
Hiro complained, "Guys, if I don't eat something I'm going to shrivel up and die..."
K guffawed amusedly.
Shuichi could smell the scent of Michael's meal wafting past his nose as the boy took a seat at the table...it smelled really good! "That smells really spicy...maybe I will have some," Shuichi relented.
"That's the spirit!" K cheered and ran out to the kitchen to get plates and cutlery. He returned to the dinner table to a seated Hiro and Shuichi and dished out the food. He then sat himself down as well.
This was the first time Shuichi tried K's cooking. He pushed the pasta in a red meat sauce around on his plate. Sometimes he felt like he was entering a new world when he came to Hiro's new home, half Japanese and half American, just like its inhabitants. He picked up a piece of toasted bread that dripped with butter and smelled...heavenly! His mouth watered and placating his Yuki-saddness with food, he wolfed it down.
Hiroshi, K and Michael all stopped, mid-chew to watch Shuichi as he slurped up a long spaghetti noodle loudly.
"Mmm! This is great," Shuichi mumbled over a mouthful of food, "Hiro, you must be converted."
Hiro swallowed. "Nah, not completely...last time I checked I was still Japanese," he kidded.
Shuichi chuckled and K shook his head ruefully.
The guitarist offered, "One thing I have learned is English, well, I'm still working on it...I'm only speaking Japanese because you're here, Shuichi. I think it's going to come in handy now when we go to the Grammy's."
"Yeah, I hate it when you and K speak in English it's like you're talking in code," Shuichi mused with a half sulk.
Hiro chuckled and continued to eat his dinner.
"If Hiro cooked more often then he wouldn't have to eat American food so much," K pointed out.
"Is that some kind of hint that I'm domestically inept?" Hiro muttered looking a little indignantly at K. "I'm a great cook...I'm just...lazy." He shrugged and smirked at his shortcoming and bit into crusty garlic bread, mmm!—if K was going to cook he wasn't going to argue.
K snickered, "Angel, you're a great cook and I don't mind cooking more often. It just means you get to clean the bathrooms...a fair trade."
Hiro made a face.
"So we're going to celebrate New Years in New York this year, that'll be something," Shuichi attempted to make small talk.
They spent the next while talking about the upcoming trip and New Years in New York. They would go a little early so they could take advantage of the hype and the publicity possibilities before the awards show. They were booked to play at a live house and show up on a radio talk show. They had an interview with a magazine and this was all before the Grammy award show.
Michael finished and bored with Grammy talk, he took off to play with his toys before bed.
But the idle conversation was interrupted when there was a knock on the door. Shuichi paused eating a noodle hanging half way out of his mouth.
K went to answer it.
"Where's Shuichi?" It was Yuki's voice.
K let the fellow blonde into the house and moments later he returned to the dinning room table. He flashed Hiro a look and they both watched Yuki carefully, surprised to see him here.
Yuki took a seat at the table too and arched a brow in question at his partner who had spaghetti noodles hanging from his mouth. "The trick is to chew then swallow Shuichi…chew then swallow," the writer said sarcastically to his lover. Yuki thought that sometimes Shuichi would forget to dress himself because he was to busy gawking at him. Even if he pretended he didn't notice, he did.
"Want some tea or coffee?" Hiro offered the man that smelled of crisp winter air. He noticed Yuki's cheeks were pink from cold.
"I'm not really in the mood to hang out here," Yuki said flatly, making no attempt to take off his coat and relax.
Shuichi managed to swallow his mouthful and clean his face. "Yuki!" he cried, thrusting his chair back and diving at his tall lover.
Yuki yawned. "It's getting late and I'm tired let's go home." He tried to get up but Shuichi was still hanging on him.
K and Hiro looked on.
"Look, you're getting heavy brat!" complained Yuki, who indeed looked tired, fed-up like.
Shuichi let go reluctantly and demanded, "Why did Tohma kick me out of my own place?! I want to know!"
Yuki didn't answer. Instead, he looked from K to Hiro and told them, "I'm coming with you to New York."
Manager and guitarist blinked at that and spluttered, "R-really?"
"What are you both deaf?" Yuki responded.
Hiro couldn't help but grit his teeth to hold back his victory cheer. His eyes gleamed and he caught K staring at him just then. Quickly, he cast his eyes away.
Shuichi was still gaping at Yuki before he shouted, "REALLY?! YAY!! Is that what Tohma came by to talk to you about? I still don't know why he had to kick me out...but, who cares! Yuki gets to come to New York with me! The whole world can watch us walk down the red carpet!" The singer looked like he was going to positively float away.
But K looked at Yuki warily, "I didn't know you enjoyed travelling with us so much, is there a reason?"
"None of your business, maybe I want to show Shuichi the sights or something, so what," Yuki replied looking coolly at K.
K returned the cool stare; he wasn't buying that for a second. It smelled fishier than a sushi chef's kitchen. "Sure New York is positively glorious in the winter time. It's only like minus twenty half of the time," K said sarcastically. "It's a wind tunnel and just hope you don't run into Little Miss Panda Bear."
Yuki almost growled at that comment. "I'm sure Reiji would love to see sweet little me again," he retorted. "But you never know, the Grammy's are on her turf after all."
Shuichi clamped his hands to his ears, "Please don't do anything to get her going guys, please swear it?!"
Yuki and K glanced at Shuichi, "I can't be bothered," Yuki said.
K knew how Shuichi felt about Reiji, the girl everyone called Rage. K shuddered. She had more bazookas then he did, plus an arsenal of helicopters and whatever her dear ol' Dad let her use at the expense of XMR Records. "I'm sure all that stuff is in the past, just be wary of Trojan horses," laughed K. He really didn't think she'd cause anymore trouble now.
"You mean like her gifts of gasoline in a bottle disguised as water, which you tried to get me to drink!" Shuichi cried at K.
K shrugged and held up his hands innocently, "I'd never do that, heh." He flashed a look at Hiro who was gaping at him.
"You're going to have to fill me in one day on that trip to New York you ALL took without me and Suguru," Hiro mentioned sourly taking a sip of his cold tea.
"Okay, enough skipping through memory lane. Home. Now," Yuki ordered Shuichi and got up.
"Bye guys!" sang Shuichi all happy now and clinging to Yuki's arm. "Thanks for dinner."
"See you at work tomorrow," Hiro called and watched them leave, smiling. After the door closed he looked at K, "Wow, Yuki is going with us New York. It was shocking enough that he came with us on our North American tour but--"
"BUT," K repeated, cutting off Hiro, "Something shady is going on and I think you know what it is Hiro."
Hiro shrugged, "What makes you think that?" He wore a sly look, he couldn't help it.
K rested his elbows on the table studying Hiro's cocky pose. "Well, first I noticed you keep changing the subject every time I'm around Shuichi. That day you dragged me out for lunch early...tonight when I offered to spy for Shuichi. You seem way too calm about this...I know what Shuichi means to you, don't think I don't know. You're a good friend."
Hiro played his poker face.
"You don't fool me angel. You should see the look on your face right now in a mirror...tell me why Tohma is harassing Yuki and Shuichi."
The guitarist sighed and debated on telling K. Damn, he hated lying to his man, it wasn't cool, but K would get mad, he was sure of it.
"Hirooo…" K whined but a touch of anger, "Tell me…I know you're capable of plotting schemes. I hope you don't mess it up either, your plans have backfired in the past remember?"
"Gah, don't remind me!" Hiro spat, "It's not so much of a scheme." He got up and went over to K and sat on his lap at the table. "I'm scared you'll just get mad."
K smiled softly at Hiro and put his arms around him. Their faces were very close and the blonde asked, "It can't be that bad right? It won't be bad for Bad Luck will it?"
Hiro hesitated, "I...I don't think so."
A flat expression came over K's face. "You…'don't think so'? HIRO!"
"What?" Hiro asked innocently and freed K's hair from its hair tie. He then ran his fingers through the soft tresses and planted a kiss on K's brow.
K closed his eyes at the tender assault. "Stop trying to distract me you evil schemer!" He laughed incredulously, grabbing Hiro by the wrists.
"Oh…alright, I'll tell you," Hiro said and leaned close to whisper next to K's ear.
K's eyes shot open, he was speechless.
Hiro studied his man for a response, but K just sat there, stunned. "You're mad at me...I guess I don't blame you..."
"I—Hiro...that is a dangerous game you're playing, I just don't know what to say yet. I am a bit angry...I mean, if this doesn't work; you've stirred a whole lot of shit."
"I think it'll work and if it doesn't, meh, they'll get over it," Hiro said with a smile, "I mean, come on, you see how Tohma dots on Yuki...that's how I knew I had to use him."
"Well, there is no stopping what you've started now...you've gone too far. At least the Grammy show will be entertaining." K began to grin, "You know, even after two years with Bad Luck you guys still have my head spinning. Bad Luck is never boring."
Hiro just laughed.
Christmas night was upon them so fast it left everyone dizzy with the holiday rush. And the Winchesters were busy putting up their Christmas tree. Michael was beaming and eagerly helping putting up decorations. They sang carols and wrapped presents for Shuichi, Suguru, Sakano and even Yuki. Hiro had never done this before, but this year it was different. He had gained some new traditions when he married K. Plus, Michael insisted on presents for everyone, so, the last few days they spent shopping for gifts.
"I never had a tree in my house before, my mom only used pine and bamboo to decorate for New Years, but never Christmas," Hiro explained.
"I can't believe I had to go to school today!" cried Michael. "My friend says we don't get a holiday until New Years how unfair!"
K and Hiro laughed at Michael, "Well, you don't have to worry your going to see your mom for a few weeks soon anyways."
"Yay...I miss Mommy. Will I be able to bring my presents with me?" Michael wondered.
"I'm not sure about all of them, but some I guess," K told him as he tried to untangle a string of tree lights.
"I've been a good boy so Santa will bring me lots of presents, right?" Michael prodded hoping to get verification on the quantity of presents to come.
"Santa? Oh right, I forgot," Hiro murmured.
K shot a stricken look at Hiro. "That's right! The big jolly man in red will visit tonight HO-HO-HO," went K. Then he made a twisting motion over his lips with his fingers, telling Hiro to 'zip it!'
"Dad…I know Santa is not real anymore," Michael droned and rolled his eyes.
Hiro laughed. He saw K's shocked look as he gaped at Michael. Seems he had no idea Michael knew that Santa was not real anymore. Ha, ha! It reminded him of the time when Michael called them both 'dad' in Los Angeles for the first time, and K had also learned that the kid discovered they were gay. Poor, poor Claude, he had looked like someone had just announced the cancellation of Guns Monthly magazine.
"So this means no milk and cookies left out for Santa?" K looked hard done-by.
"But you were the one that ate the cookies Dad!" howled Michael at his father like he was being so dense. "I'll still leave them out for you if you want?" the boy offered, patting his dad's arm.
K smiled warmly at his sweet kid. "I look forward to it," he said sincerely and grabbed Michael in for a fierce hug. But when he went to plant kisses on Michael's pink cheeks the boy squealed in protest. Soon the tender moment was broken by rough-housing.
The tree threatened to topple over as father and son played. Hiro laughed at them but peacefully hung decorations on the shaky tree, singing Christmas carols poorly in English. Leaning to the right, the guitarist calmly dodged a plastic nutcracker that zoomed by his ear. He stopped what he was doing and frowned at Michael and K for their over zealous play, they were totally ruining his moment!
Hrmph! Hiro grabbed a pine cone and aiming for K's head—he fired.
"Owww!" K suddenly cried and rubbing his noggin. "Oohh! You're going to get it!"
Hiro yelped as K jumped up after him, they ran around the tree and the living room. Michael thought it was the funniest thing ever.
Hiro stopped on the other side of the tree, K on the opposite side. He threatened K with a collection of plastic apples he was holding but suddenly a blue star zipped by—just grazing Hiro's ear. K had fired first. "You cheater!" Hiro cried and let K have it. He fired the apples lobbing them over the tree like missiles at K.
Michael was giggling so hard he was clutching his stomach. But joining Hiro's side, Michael caught a few apples.
"Apples won't defeat my blue stars of death!" declared K looking happily flushed from the play.
"They're atomic apples Dad!"
"Uh no, I'm sooo scared!" K cried and pretended to shake with fear. He released a rain of plastic blue stars on Hiro and Michael from all directions. They laughed and dodged the ornaments.
They played until all the ornaments were strewn across the place and tinsel was tangled in their hair. It took at least an hour to clean up and place everything on the tree where it belonged. When their work was finally finished they stood back to view their work proudly.
"My first Christmas tree," whispered Hiro proudly.
"Look at all the room for presents," muttered Michael, yawning despite his excitement.
"Merry Christmas guys," K said softly, "It's midnight."
"YAY!" cheered Michael.
Indeed it was midnight and K told Michael to hit the hay. Tonight Michael didn't put up a fuss at all and went to bed—after all no Santa or presents would come if he tried to stay up.
K wandered back downstairs, he'd changed into pyjamas. He wanted to spend a little quiet time with Hiro before they went to bed. A soft smile came to his lips; he loved this season and not because of the madness of it or the presents. But Christmas brought everyone together. NG had there offices closed tomorrow and K planned on making Christmas dinner for Hiroshi's parents. For the first time in years he had a real reason to be happy about Christmas. It had been weird when he was divorced and Judy and he shared holiday time separately with Michael. But this time Hiro's parents were going to come over. Since they weren't going to be here for New Years this would be nice. For the Nakano's, it would be the beginning of a new custom, and so far they seemed fairly intrigued.
Hiroshi heard K come back downstairs, but wander into the kitchen. He heard him fiddle with the tea kettle, the tinkling of cups he took from the cupboard. As he waited he thought he was happy that his family would finally get to see the new house and spend time together, since, he had nothing to hide now. Plus, ever since all this baby stuff happened, Hiro had found his mother called often to find out what was going on with the child her son had found. Apparently the police could not find the mother of Emi and the hospital was getting ready to put the child into foster care. Soon she would be put up for adoption.
That scared Hiro more than he knew.
But for some reason Hiro found it highly comforting to see his mom so vivacious about this child. Often he thought he heard a tiny bit of sadness in her voice as she mentioned more than once that she wouldn't see grandkids from him. The guitarist could only sigh, what could he say? It was true, he wouldn't be giving his mother a grandchild to spoil rotten and watch grow up. Hiro felt that annoying twist in his stomach, he felt jealous of people with kids or families with new babies. He couldn't admit that he wanted Emi all to himself. Already there was a growing list of people that desired to adopt the baby girl, though officials were diligent and scanning prospective parents thoroughly. All Hiro could do was visit the child, something he did almost everyday. He spent hours at the hospital, watching the nurse fed, change and rock Emi.
Inside, he felt torn as to what he really wanted to do. At first all he wanted was for Emi to receive a loving family that would care for her, but now, he wasn't sure he wanted anyone to have her. Could he care for a child?
Many people had expressed—even on live television that they wanted to adopt the child discovered by Hiroshi Nakano. This in itself made Hiro annoyed, stupid people like that he certainly did NOT want adopting Emi. But how could he make sure of that in reality? People could be chameleons when they wanted to be.
"There are those tornadoes in your head again," K spoke as he flicked off the main lights so the room was darkened expect the Christmas tree. He sat on the floor next to Hiro and handed him a hot cup of tea.
They stared at the tree that was blinking and flashing with colourful lights in the hushed quiet of twilight.
"It's pretty isn't?" K asked softly, crossing his legs and gazing at the mesmerizing lights.
"I can't stop watching," murmured Hiro sipping his tea and sighing at the calmness he felt. Right now everything felt alright with the world—except baby Emi. She was all alone.
K set his tea down and rubbed a hand over Hiro's back softly, "How was the child...I heard you went to visit her when you were talking on the phone with your mother."
Hiro glanced over at K, whom he hadn't realized had put on pyjama pants, but wore no shirt. His hair was brushed out and not in a ponytail. He smiled at the red pyjama pants which had white snowflakes on them. Actually, under the soft glow of the Christmas tree, K kind of looked like a present himself. There really was a Santa Claus, Hiro thought. "You look so cute like that," Hiro said, unable to hide his grin.
K rolled his eyes, "Well, it's just no fun watching the tree in regular clothes...Christmas makes me feel like a kid again. So, you never answered my question."
"She was good. I think the nurses are getting used to me..." Hiro's eyes shot open.
K suddenly frowned. "You mean you've been visiting the child a lot?" K asked.
Hiro shrugged. "Just a few times," he lied. "Anyways, I think the hospital is getting ready to put her into foster care. She can be adopted soon..."
K just nodded. He didn't want to put his foot in his mouth again like he did, when he said to Hiro he'd thought he'd made him a dad again. At the time he was just kidding around. But he didn't know that Hiro was visiting the child this much...hmm. He too had thought a lot about what life would be like with another kid in the house. It wasn't something he ever thought he'd have to think about really. But sometimes this was just
how life worked, unexpectedly. Still, he'd come to the conclusion that he would let Hiro figure it out. He would have to dig deep inside to find his answers and no one but Hiro could do that.
"I'm sure she'll have a good Christmas Hiro...a lot of caring people are around her everyday, think of all the presents she'll get from admirers?" K offered to sate Hiro's mind for awhile.
"You're right...still, she should have a family to share this night with, and not just people who think its 'cool' that I was the one that found her. I'm just a person."
"Perhaps, but there is nothing you can do to change your social standing, Hiro. You are who you are," K advised and decided to change the subject and lightened the mood. He nudged Hiro softly with his shoulder, "I have to wait at least an hour before putting presents under the tree. Michael is sneaky. Will you help?"
Hiro huffed gently with amusement and looked at K, "Of course I will help." He couldn't help notice how a lock of honey blonde hair draped over K's chest in a soft wave. He reached out to touch it, flipping the tendrils idly between his fingers.
It tickled against K's bare skin, but said nothing, just smiled. He picked up his tea and sipped it.
The brunette rested his head on K's shoulder. "Tomorrow may be a little hectic," Hiro said, thinking of his parents now.
"Christmas dinner is always a hectic, but I like it. I hope your parents don't mind turkey and stuffing," the blonde mentioned quietly. "But do you know what helps with all that stress?"
"What?"
"Being with the one you love," K answered sweetly, glancing over at Hiro who met his eyes and held them there for a long silent moment.
Hiro smiled warmly and watched the multiple colours of red, blue, green and yellow dance over K's handsome face. He allowed himself the treat of studying each line, the rise and fall of his lashes; the mischievous arch of his brows. His lover was calling to him... Hiro set his cup of tea on the table behind him and he did the same with K's—whether he asked him to or not.
It was the prelude to a kiss, the moment that led up to the exquisite joining. Hiro loved this moment, it spoke volumes with touches and senses where no words needed to be spoken. With a hand resting behind him on the soft beige carpet of their livingroom, Hiro used his other hand to thumb gently over the feathery tips of K's long lashes. His husband said nothing, only watched him with a calm face as he studied him back.
Somehow being under the scrutiny of his lover's eyes did not make him feel bashful, but instead intensified how needed K made him feel.
Hiro didn't stop his investigation. He let his thumb continue its journey up and over K's light-coloured brow over his left eye. Then he opened his palm and smoothed it over his lovers face. K sighed at his loving touches and closed his eyes. Hiro heard a soft whispered "I love you" and brushed his fingertips over K's soft lips. They parted slightly at the touch and Hiro leaned over to separately kiss each lip; top then bottom.
K held his breath, not expecting the kiss, and in the surprise opened his mouth a little more. This allowed Hiro to evolve his gentle assault into a wet and warm kiss. The guitarist emphasised his tactful kiss by grasping onto the back of K's head with his hand, and pushing him into the kiss a bit harder--a bit more passionate.
Under the Christmas tree, they made love.
When both were blissfully spent, they put their clothing back on and decided they better put Michael's presents under the tree already. When that was done they ate Santa's cookies with glee and decided to go to bed.
Only, when K was sawing logs Hiro snuck out of bed. He had one little Santa mission of his own to accomplish before morning.
A/N: So, K knows the plot XD I know that I'm keeping it a secret. Although, some of you may have it figured out now, hush now don't give it away. I promise ALL will be revealed at the end like Scooby Do! Now, Hiro has K in on it teehee! So here was a little Christmas fun!
The next chapter we go to New York! Finally, eh? XD Actually there are some references to characters from the manga in New York and things that took place in the manga. And another Manga character makes an appearance! Thanks for bearing with me. It's been hard to update these chapters as fast as I'd like...but its hard when your boss schedules you seven days in a row! -dies- so tired... But I'm always working on this when I get the chance. So thank you Reviewers for reading and commenting. I love to hear what you think! Much love guys!
