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Kind of like how you asked to stay here, all those years ago? Everything was blurry and hazy. She couldn't focus in as black fog curled around the colorless room. It was bleak, dusty, dark, scorched. Everything was black and covered in a thick layer of ash, yet it seemed as if nothing had changed. The couch, the table, the cabinets, they were all still there. Wallpaper still sat quietly around the room as if it had been waiting for her return. Yet, it had forgotten its purpose. What should have been beautiful, delicate, now motionless without a shimmer of life left.

The only colors were the shades of brown in his hair, the blue in his jeans. His sweater was black, but it only made him stand out amongst the terrifyingly thick, deeper, black fog.

She reached out a hand to place on the arm of the couch, but a child's hand reached out instead. Small fingers, chubby palm, delicate wrist, the works. She didn't react. This was perfectly normal, her reality now.

As she reached towards the furniture, a light-yellow glow cast over it. As she got closer, flames became visible, as if they could only be seen within her aura. When she pulled away they faded out of sight again as if they had never existed, waving goodbye with amber fingers.

You begged and begged. And so I gave you what you asked for. This place. It is forever in your mind, you never have to leave. I can grant you your wish again, my love. I can give you all you ask for. All you need to do is listen to me. The figure turned around, emotionless. His lips didn't move even as the words seemed to pour out of his mouth. All I need is your trust. Give in once again.

And suddenly it was like whiplash took hold of her mind and snapped it to the side. There was no pain physically, but she was immediately mentally scrambled. That's the kind of force it took to break away from him. She couldn't figure out who could have possibly saved her from a grip like that. Who had the strength, the...

Warmth.

Look at me. Don't listen to that monster. He knows only trickery and pain.The voice was soft and caring, genuine unlike her colder foe. And unlike him, this being was alight, bursting at the seams with color and joy. With true love, and she was reminded of what it looked like. That his was only deception.

If you refuse to do as I say they will only hurt you. They will cast you aside like all the others. You know it's true. You know you don't have the choice to relax. His voice tugged at her mind, trying to drag its attention back. But she was enthralled by this new being before her. A face she hadn't seen, a voice she hadn't heard in years. The desire, the craving for more of it pushed him to the background and gave her newfound strength in this child's world.

"Mom?" There was but a kind, caring, sweet smile in return before the fog washed everything away in a single, sweeping gesture.

With a surprised gasp, Akane's eyes shot open. What should have been a peaceful awakening became a shattering burst into the land of living, like a cannon going off in her mind. In the split second after she could see, the girl realized she had no clue where she was.

Was I kidnapped?

Unfamiliar eyes looked down on her in worry.

What did they do to me?

She noticed a cup with some steaming, hot liquid in his hands.

Poison?

All this happened in a fraction of a moment mind you, so it only took Tatara gently saying her name and placing a hand on the scared girl's shoulder to snap her back into reality. Her face blanked out as she tried to regain control. She was in HOMRA, she had actually fallen asleep on her own accord, and her new friend had only brought her a morning cup of tea. There was something else though. The night before... she was used to the dreams, but had she really seen her mother? A face she hadn't seen in over 10 years? Something drastic must have shifted in her real world to create an appearance like that. And her warmth. It reminded her of someone...

She turned her head and looked at the now empty seat across from her. It couldn't have been a coincidence. The power they both seemed to carry, it was certainly enough to fight at least a certain someone, and who knew what other twisted powers that lay within the confines of her sick mind.

"Akane? Akane-san are you ok?" Her eyes wandered back to the young man who was standing before her rather than trying to envision the one who had left however many hours ago. She coughed out a quick, nervous laugh.

"Um, yeah Tatara, I'm good. Sorry about that, didn't mean to startle you."

"As long as you're fine, I'm fine. Here, have some tea. It'll help you wake up." She took it gratefully and looked around in the fresh morning air.

Whereas the night before, the bar had been painted in a cold, haunting, blue light, it now seemed bright and joyous in the golden sun. The wood in the treasured bar itself refracted the light in shades of browns and golds, making it come alive as the room woke up with the rest of the world. Even the dust seemed happier in this light, dancing more brusquely from one ray to the next, listening to the sun's melody as their guide. It was still just as it had been before she closed her eyes, but now it carried an unspoken, unseen motion that made her want to smile and see the day through till the cycle of light and dark repeats itself.

"When it's empty, this place has its own kind of beauty doesn't it?"

He gave her a strange look with his head tilted to the side. "Yeah, I suppose it does if you know where to look."

She looked over to him and noticed his strange stance. After awkwardly shifting in her seat and pulling her knees up under the blanket again she cleared her throat.

"I guess Yata's still asleep, isn't he?"

"It was a rather late night, I can't say I blame him. And it's Sunday so we've probably got a few more minutes before Kusanagi comes in. Everyone appears a lot slower on Sundays, they all decide to sleep in or stay up late partying the night before."

She scoffed jokingly, "Kids, when will they learn."

Tatara laughed lightly, taking a seat on the couch and relaxing in her presence. "You're not too far out of that threshold yourself, Akane-san."

"You can just call me Akane, really. And I suppose you're right, but at the same time I feel like life on the street fucks around with the whole aging process. Still... I'm not too young to be holding my own job by now at least." Her voice wandered off at the end in thought which spurred a look of mild concern as he saw where she was going with that point.

"Akane-sa-" he cleared his throat, "Akane."

"What?"

"You don't owe us anything, you know that right? You don't have to pay to stay here."

She raised an eyebrow at him, "Look, Tatara." She cleared her throat and sat up straight, "Even though you haven't known me for very long, do you honestly think you're gonna change my mind? I mean between stealing the couch, your food, medical supplies, and maybe even the shower every once in a while... If Kusanagi won't take my money the least I can do is help out around the bar wherever I can."

The man frowned slightly, knowing this was a battle he probably couldn't win. He could still try though.

"You aren't stealing from us. You saved our lives, mine and Kamamoto-san's, it's the least we can do to help."

"Your concern is appreciated, but I don't need your permission to find work. I already have something in mind anyway" She turned away and looked out the window in thought. I'll go out to get that refill tonight too. Her mind flickered to the memory of Mikoto's sleeping form, hopefully he won't be around. But strangely enough, the though of not having his company saddened her. She internally laughed, get over yourself, numbskull.

"Does this mystery job have something to do with your mysterious musical abilities?"

She laughed, "What, this?" Akane gestured with her thumb to the instrument now by her feet. "It's just a violin, nothing mysterious about it. I studied all kinds of music in school. Kept me out of the house, y'know?" A memory tried to take over her thoughts, but she pushed it and a shudder away. "But yes, it may have something to do with that," she answered with a sly smile.

To her surprise, Tatara's eyes lit up, "You play different instruments?"

"Yeah, a bunch. Mostly strings though, them and piano."

"Could you teach me?!" He was bursting with excitement, he reminded her of a small dog yapping at a leaf or something out a window. "I've been really wanting to learn guitar lately, but it's been hard finding a teacher."

"Umm... yeah. I mean, I could try I guess, I probably won't be the best guide though."

He waved her off, "Doesn't matter, I'll just try to keep up and it'll all work out. Actually, I already have an old one upstairs. I know a little but not nearly enough to play anything decent. I'll bring it out sometime soon."

"It would be awesome to finally have someone to play with. Hey, if you really pick it up well we could even write our own stuff."

"That's a brilliant idea! See, you've already far overpaid your stay, Akane." He smiled at her like a child and she couldn't help but smile back, tilting her head in confusion at the man's strange character.

"You're really a strange man, Tatara."

She only got a kind smile and a shrug in return before they were interrupted by a loud yawn from across the room. Akane jumped, not having noticed that Yata had woken up, and she immediately winced and hissed from the pain in her side. It wasn't nearly as bad as the day before, but it still wasn't comfortable, and her bruised side made any kind of motion a challenge.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" The words came out of his mouth drowsily as he rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through messy hair. Everything about him screamed just-woke-up.

"In your dreams, kid."

He groaned, "Already? It's too early for your bantering shit."

The corner of her mouth twitched in a ghost of a smile before she pointed at him over the back of the couch and took a sip of tea. "Um, actually..." another sip and she placed the cup down, "I was hoping you could help me out with some bandages real quick."

"Are you sure, Akane? I can help if you-"

"I've got it, Tatara." Yata eyed her coolly from across the room with hands in his pockets. She wanted to talk. The person sitting beside her had understanding dawn upon him and he nodded happily, standing to help Akane up. Already, Yata could see the growing respect and possibly even friendship between the two. She gently took Tatara's hand and with some teamwork, got her on her feet and standing upright with only minimal wobbles. The second day was always the hardest with healing. Honestly, the two were surprised at how well she was doing. When she walked there was barely a limp and she carried herself with grace and rigid posture. It looked incredibly painful, but she didn't show it even if it was. She just steadily paced into the downstairs bathroom, a lazy Yatagarasu in tow.

"You and your damn pride," he muttered as they walked through the door.

The second she was out of sight of anyone who may be in the bar, Akane's legs gave out, and she nearly fell. She barely caught herself on the counter, breathing heavily as sweat coated her brow, clinging to the edge with far more effort than it was probably worth.

"Don't... know... what you're... talking about," she gasped the words out between heaving breaths as Yata rushed over to help her over to the far wall where she carefully sat with her back against it. Her face had gone pale and her heart raced from the effort.

The boy crouched in front of her with is elbows on his knees, brow furrowed in concern. "Some things never change, huh?" he said quietly, and he reached out and pushed some of the hair that had matted to her wet forehead to the side. Her eyes were closed, and she clutched her side as she tried to regain control of her breathing, it was shaky but even and the color was swiftly returning to her face.

"Just need... a second." Soon enough the girl was able to open her eyes and breath like a human being. She chuckled slightly, "Sorry about that, stepped wrong."

He rolled his eyes, "Uhuh, sure thing. We get it, you're a big sturdy American man and nothing can take you dow- OW! Owowowowowow let go let GO!"

Akane's hand had shot forward in a split second and snatched his hand, bending his wrist in an angle that couldn't be natural. A knock sounded at the door and the muffled voice of Kusanagi poured through, "Hey, everything ok in there?"

"Yep, we're fine!" Akane called back and released Yata, who promptly fell back on his butt.

"Jerk," he muttered.

She rolled her eyes, "You started it."

"Whatever." The boy got up and huffed, brushing off the dirt from his pants that wasn't there and proceeding to get the bandages and antibacterial ointments together. He usually didn't prefer to help in the medical side of the gang thing, but every now and then a bit of knowledge on it came in handy. "What did you wanna talk to me about anyway?" He sat cross legged beside her, facing her left side and laying all the supplies out before him.

"I was just thinking-"

"Ohhh ouch, do you need me to patch that up too?"

"God, shut up for a second and let me talk, I thought you said it was too early for this?!"

"That was before you tried to break my wrist."

"I wasn't going to- oh whatever we can talk later."

He laughed at her annoyed face, "Sorry, I'll listen."

She gave him a sideways glance and sighed in irritation. "I was just gonna say that I had been thinking last night, and I've decided to try to stay this time." He looked at her with wide eyes as he reached for the patch on her shoulder. "I'm sick of running, and honestly, if anyone can handle me it's HOMRA. Plus, I made a promise. I'm not leaving you again. Just... since I can remember I've been terrified of being close to people. Since my mother... well, you know. I can't get the memory out of my head and I'm so scared of hurting you and the people you care about. But I'm going to try to work past that. I'm gonna make this work and I'm gonna stop looking for reasons to leave, and by god I'm gonna fucking fit in for once in my life." She laughed softly, "Sorry you had to put up with my bullshit with that up until now." He had stopped to listen to her, about to wipe away the excess blood around the wound so he could see it. They just sat there for a second, his eyes understanding, patient, and maybe even a little sad, and hers filled with pure determination. "I just want to make sure that's ok with you. Me staying. This is your family and if you think I'm putting them in danger with knowing everything I've done in the past-"

"Of course it's fine," he interrupted. "We're basically family too, y'know. And like you said, if anyone is as stubborn, hard headed, and violent as you are it's these guys. We can take it." He grabbed her opposite shoulder in a loose grip and looked her in the eye with a lopsided smile, "It's good to have you back, dumbass. Now let's get this over with..." He gave her shoulder wound a weird look and she laughed and rolled her eyes.

"What, feelin' a bit queasy, lightweight?"

"Shut up." He grabbed an old cloth and put some disinfecting alcohol on it while Akane, watched, amused. In one motion, the blood around the bullet wound was cleaned away and his eyes widened. "The fuck, Akane?"

"Is it that bad?"

"Uh... I don't think that's the word for it." In fact, quite the opposite was true. Only a little bruising remained around the point of impact, which itself was beginning to scar and barely had a scab left. He whistled in wonderment. "You really are a freak. Won't be needing any of this anymore." He began putting away the bandages, leaving only the cleaning supplies for the cut on her forehead and to clean whatever was left of the wound near her lung.

"What? Why not?!"

"There's barely anything there anymore, I don't have anything to patch."

"It still hurts like a bitch though, what the hell?!"

"I think most of that is just some internal damage. Although at this rate, I doubt that'll even be bothering you for much longer. I bet you just twisted something weird or you tensed up while you were walking over here."

She gave a huge breath of relief as he tended to her forehead, "Well that's one less thing to worry about I guess." Definitely going tonight then, good.

"You're not freaked out by this?"

She shrugged and winced, internally scolding herself not to push it.

"Hey, I've always been a fast healer, so if I've got a gift I'm not gonna be the one to complain about it."

"Fair enough." After finishing her forehead, he realized where the last bandage was. He cleared his throat awkwardly and a light pink dusted his cheeks despite his efforts to keep it cool. "I um- the uh-"

She looked at him with an amused smile and barely kept herself from bursting out in laughter. That would've hurt. A lot. Ouch. Instead she just lifted the side of her shirt up a little to reveal the bandages, unable to get to them herself. Plus, putting him in this position was entertaining to be completely honest.

"You've got this, I believe in you," she teased. He responded with a glare and grumbling under his breath as he removed the patch and wiped down her skin to reveal the same results. If it had been any other girl they wouldn't even be in the same room, maybe even the same building right now. Luckily she wasn't just any other girl though. Even so, he immediately stood up and turned the other way to wash his hands and get out of that situation as quickly as possible.

Yata opened the door and crossed his arms. "You need help?"

Akane Himura. What a strange girl. There seemed to be so much he could learn from her, yet at the same time there were things Tatara doubted he would ever know about her. She was polite and reserved around strangers. But with friends, with Yata, she became someone totally new. Cracks would form in the wall around her persona so anyone around her could take a peek without actually learning much about her. She could be quiet and respectful, or she could be loud and brash. Either way, she managed to carry her own mysterious kind of beauty, inside and out.

She had turned self-preservation into an art form, and done right, it took just as much skill and experience to break through. He hoped that one day they could learn to trust each other to such a point. He wanted to know her. Not in any kind of romantic way, but as a person she intrigued him, and he found himself mesmerized by the way she interacted with everything around her.

Not to mention the power within her. He didn't know what it was, but he knew, he knew she was strong and she had the potential to even be dangerous. Whether to their enemies or themselves was yet to be determined. Either way, she was crucial to HOMRA. Hopefully he would live to the day when they found out why. He hadn't been wrong with a gut feeling like this before. After all, Mikoto had become a powerful, respected King and leader as Tatara had felt since middle school all those years ago. Just the same, Akane would become woven into the soul of the red clan, secrets and all.

Hopefully, she would simply come to share them at her own pace.

Just then, Mikoto appeared at the front door, Anna by his side. She looked around for a moment and, not finding what, or who, she was searching for, left the King's side to seek out Kusanagi in the kitchen. By now a gang member wandered around every here and there as the bar was usually closed to the public Sunday mornings. About half of the guys were there, no doubt at least a few more would appear within a couple of hours. The smell of an oncoming breakfast wafted through the air and Tatara found himself rather hungry at the thought. No doubt it would be amazing, it usually was. I should go back into cooking for a while, he thought with a quiet smile.

"No." He blinked and looked over to the man who spoke.

"What, King?"

"You already tried that."

"You didn't like my cooking?" Tatara had a hurt expression on his face, all he sought was his King's approval. Well, that and world peace but of course his King came first.

Mikoto sighed, "It was fine."

"Then what's the problem with it?" Tatara smiled at him, obviously knowing he was about to throw the larger man into an innocent paradox of trying not to upset each other.

He narrowed his eyes, "Just don't."

Right as the wanna-be chef was about to annoy the King even further, yelling came from the bathroom and they both directed their attention towards it. To his surprise, Mikoto wandered over to the now open door without hesitation. Looks like someone else has taken a liking to our guest, as well. For some reason, he couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"I SAID I DON'T NEED HELP, BACK OFF!"

"WHAT ARE YOU- YOU CAN'T EVEN GET OFF THE FLOOR ON YOUR OWN STOP BEING STUBBORN!"

"NO!"

"AKANE I SWEAR TO FUCKI-" Yata suddenly yelled in surprise and there was a loud crash as he apparently fell and knocked supplies off of the sink counter. His head could be seen as he thudded to the ground, barely peeking out of the doorway. As he opened his eyes, he was looking at Mikoto's boots. "M-Mikoto-san, you're back!" The King grunted in return and looked into the bathroom in amusement.

There was Akane, still propped up against the far wall with bloodied bandages lying next to her. Medical supplies and cleaning fluid was strewn about the floor from when Yata had somehow been forced to the ground. Her hair was slightly disheveled and a wild, furious light caught in her narrowed, cold grey eyes as she breathed heavily from physical exertion. She looked like a wild animal that had been cornered and attacked. Despite her seemingly vulnerable condition, she could no doubt still put up quite the fight.

"You need help," said the leader of HOMRA with a level voice. He just looked at her with blank eyes, barely anything but boredom and perhaps a trace of amusement could be read from their golden depths.

"In more ways than one, but I'm good thanks." She spat out the words sharply, defensively, and he only rolled his eyes. By now, Yata was leaning in the doorway, rubbing his head and glaring at the girl, grumbling about the accuracy of the statement she had made. Both he and Tatara, who was peacefully, happily watching the scene, looked in surprise as Mikoto approached her in a steady walk.

She held up her arms as if she would be able to push him back, no doubt she would try and fail. "Woah woah woah buddy, what're you thinking? I said I'm good, I'm fine. Back off." Without a bit of hesitation Mikoto walked up to her and suddenly he was carrying her with a shriek in his arms, bridal style, expression not changing in the slightest. "WHAT THE- PUT ME DOWN! I DON'T CARE WHO THE FLYING FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE, MIKOTO SUOH, I WILL NOT BE-" she cut herself off as she apparently moved wrong in her struggle, wincing and choking out a yelp of pain. In the process, she had subconsciously tightened a hold around his neck, so she was practically hugging herself to his chest as she waited for the pain to die down. Mikoto waited for her grip to loosen slightly before walking back into the main room. She did not look happy. Wanting to rip out someone's throat would be a much more accurate description. He looked rather satisfied with his work. For what reason, no one could tell. The job appeared to be completely lethal to any outsider.

As the members looked at the two in shocked silence, Akane refused to so much as glance at Mikoto, instead choosing to glare everyone else down. Yata thanked the stars that he was out of her line of fire. Although, he knew she would probably be pissed for a while. Instead of fighting that dragon at the moment, he opted for cleaning up the huge mess they had left in the main guest bathroom.

At this point, Akane could smell eggs, bacon, and maybe even pancakes as she entered the room in Mikoto's arms. It was overwhelming and made her stomach clench painfully. She was starved, and this served to distract her at least slightly from her current situation.

They reached the couch and Mikoto gently set her down in the spot she had apparently claimed over the last day or so. Raising an accusing finger, her eyes met his in a clash of grey and gold, ironic fury and nonchalance, and she snarled.

"Don't you ever try that shit again, you hear me?"

"Or what?" he raised an eyebrow at her, amused by her tone.

"I'll figure it out," she spat the words out between gritted teeth before she was distracted.

Tatara had stepped in between the two, "Hey now, play nice," he held up a plateful of various foods to Akane, "Here. Eat." Her eyes widened at the sight, her breath caught as she took in the scent of it all and her mouth immediately began to water. She only nodded silently, mesmerized, with the biggest eyes Tatara had ever seen.

As if nothing had happened only moments ago, she began to contentedly eat from the various assortment of edibles presented to her, one bite at a time, savoring every bit. A few of the guys around the room noticed her strange behavior, wondering at what her life had been like before they found her.

One such individual now took his own signature seat across from her with his own meal. He had seen this before. It was the look of someone who was not unfamiliar with starvation and knew that it had been cured. It was the look of someone who was in the process of unknowingly being saved from a cold, harsh world. It was the look of yet another potential family member.

She began to slow her pace about a quarter of the way through the meal. Waving her fork around, she got out a question between bites of scrambled egg, "Who does the cooking around here, anyway?" Akane looked to her newest friend, Tatara, for an answer. The man only gestured over to the bar, where Kusanagi was on the phone. "Damn, the guy's got skill."

Tatara laughed, "That's what I keep telling him, no one around here listens though."

Akane rolled her eyes, "Apparently." She shot a quick glare at Mikoto, who had already finished his meal. He only turned away, obviously not caring that she was still mad at him.

Soon, her plate was set down on the coffee table as well, although she had only eaten a mere half of it.

"Is that all you're eating, Akane?"

"Oh. Um... yeah. Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I guess I just don't have my appetite back all the way yet." Tatara figured this was an acceptable answer, only kindly taking it away to the kitchen for her. However, Mikoto noticed that she refused to look at anyone when replying, instead focusing on the floor with an arm around her stomach. Yata, too, who was now standing behind her with his own breakfast, frowned at the small interaction. He walked around the couch and sat down next to her, digging in as if he had heard nothing. Akane looked over at him and noticed something. "Hold still for a sec," Yata immediately froze, mid-bite.

Concern was etched into her face, even residing in her eyes, as she gently reached up to inspect his forehead. She traced her thumb over a dark mark and Yata winced, making her flinch in sympathetic pain.

"That was me, wasn't it? Dammit, I'm sorry. You feel ok?"

He pulled away from her and went back to eating, ignoring the small purple, slightly swollen portion of his forehead. "It's fine, you've given me worse."

She laughed, "True. Very true." It seemed that every new action she carried out brought on an audience. One group of people or another took interest in her strange, ever-changing behavior. She just didn't seem to cease in her surprises.

Just then, Akane overheard the last of Kusanagi's conversation over the phone, "And you're sure the shipment is coming in tomorrow?... Alright... Yes, thank you... mhm, bye." And he hung up with a sigh.

"I didn't know you spoke English, Kusanagi!" He jumped at being addressed for the first time that day by their newcomer.

"Well you have only been here a few hours. You speak?"

Yata snorted in amusement beside her, "Yeah, that and a dozen others." The girl reached over and flicked his hand, making him drop his fork in a loud clatter.

"Shut up, I do not." He raised an eye at her with that are you serious? look.

"Do tell," chimed in the bartender. They were all eager to know about her, for some this was out of genuine curiosity, and for others it was the need to protect their clan and King.

"Well... I was never very good or interested in math or science or anything in school, so I studied a lot of language and music. Although the music was mostly admittedly not in-class, but that's beside the point," she laughed nervously, noticing that she had the room once again.

"So you're a polyglot?"

"Um... yeah, pretty much. I'm a little shaky with a couple now but I can still hold a conversation alright. It comes in handy every now and then.

"No kidding," Kusanagi leaned on his bar in fascination, "So how many languages do you know?"

"I'm uh... technically fluent in 6, actually," another nervous laugh and a hand rubbing the back of her neck as someone coughed on a drink in the background out of shock.

A smile broke out on the bartender, "No kidding."

She shrugged, "my first was English, since I was born in America. Then I ended up moving here and boom, Japanese was number two. In middle school I learned Spanish and a little German, which I finished up on in High School with French and Russian. It's really not all that impressive though... I barely know anything else."

"Yeah, right, nothing at all impressive about all that."

She smacked her old friend on the shoulder, "Shut up, you know it's true."

"Bull. Shit." He said firmly back, crossing his arms.

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Well first of all, you'd always been a good fighter, why do you think I'm in the front line of HOMRA's defenses now? Oh, and don't forget music. What about that, huh?"

"So what, you caught me singing in class that one time, what's your point?"

"Akane. You were in the school musical."

"Ok well that's just because Hiro-" she froze when she said his name. They had been talking at ease for the first time. The others could see her relax and could picture what she may have been like in the past. But then the life was sucked out of her voice and Yata's face darkened. They looked away from each other, one appearing to be in agonizing pain, and the boy pretending not to be.

"You're good at other things, that was my point," he said quietly, focused on the table.

"Thanks, Yata." The bar was full of suffocating silence, it had been hit with a solid wall of it.

Someone whispered in the background, "What the hell just happened?"

A/N: 11 pages later and we have... a bunch a bruises, sexual tension, and an overbearing level of social awkardness. Sounds like a job well done to me.

Sorry for the wait and I hope you all like this, there will be some action for sure in the next chapter.

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P.S. Just a reminder... everything in bold means it's being spoken in English. If I incorporate other languages I'll put translations according to the lovely google translate down here :)))))