A/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I'm SORRY. Well, I got some excuses. One being, I had this chapter written and ready to be posted…then the motherboard on my computer died, and for some reason I lost two folders, and ONLY two folders. But guess what they were. My Anime folder and my Get Backers folder! So, I lost what I had written, and since I really didn't feel like re-writing it, I took a VERY long break. Sorry. Then I forgot where I was going with the plot, and I had to re-read the last few chapters, and…Bleugh. Sorry again, and I know this chapter is short, but please enjoy. -Saberae

What I Want

Chapter 10

RIIING RIIING RIIING

Ban leapt up with a start, smashing his head on the roof of the car, and busting his knee into the steering wheel. It was early, and the sun had hardly even begun to climb over the horizon.

"Shit!" Ban howled, grabbing his bruised knee. "What is that damn ringing from!?" Ban asked himself, and sat there for a second before he realized, "…the phone?" He glanced about for the annoying device in the seat next to him, on the floor, in the backseat, in his pocket, and outside. "Argh! Where the hell did I put that retarded thing!?" The glove compartment continued vibrating. "And why the hell is the glove compartment vibrating!?...oh…" Ban unlatched the compartment, and groped about inside, finally getting hold of the cell phone.

"Hm? I can't believe this thing still has service, I could've sworn I didn't pay those bills." He flipped the phone open, and checked out the caller ID. "…Hevn." Ban's eyes narrowed. "Geeze, Hevn, if you know I want to get away from you people, why use your phone to call me. Retard." He turned the phone off, and chucked it back into the glove compartment, slamming its door shut.

"Damn it, Ban!" Hevn growled, glaring angrily at her phone. "I know he always has it with him, and it's on too! Why won't that slug pick up!?"

"Hevn, there's no need to get that worked up over it," Ginji said, trying to calm the enraged woman down a bit.

"NO!" She snapped back, "Ginji, you should be the last person I hear that from, understand. He has no right to be treating you like this." She took a deep breath, "Alright, well, seeing as he won't pick up the phone, does anyone have any ideas of his whereabouts?"

"Well, since they went to pick up the car last night, he could probably be anywhere…unfortunately." Paul informed. Hevn just stared at him.

"Okay, does anyone have a more definitive idea?" the negotiator questioned. Natsumi and Ginji stared blankly at her. "Great…" Hevn sighed, sitting back down on her bar stool.

"What if…" Ginji began shaking, "What if…Ban is really…"

"It's been nice doing business with you, Mr. Midou," the broad-shouldered, mustached man smiled, shaking Ban's hand firmly.

"Well, Himiko, I'll be going now," The landlord continued, "I have an important meeting to attend to involving one of my other complex's, so, I trust that you can show Mr. Midou to his new apartment?"

"Of course, have a good day Mr. Fujisaki." Himiko replied, closing the door behind him.

"Alright, thanks Himiko, I owe you one….er….okay, more than one, but, you know." Ban grinned, reaching for the keys in Himiko's hand.

"Not so fast," Himiko replied, snatching her hand back, away from Ban. "I want to make sure you understand my conditions.

"Ugh, Himikooo," Ban whined, "Can't we talk about this later, I'm tired, and I haven't slept in a bed in forever!"

"No." She said, glaring daggers.

"Okay, okay…" Ban sighed, finding a chair in her apartment to throw himself into.

"Now listen carefully, Ban." Himiko began, sitting opposite of him, "You got two options. One being, you work as a recoverer, and with your pay, you pay me back."

"That's what I was planning on doing anyway," Ban replied, lighting a cigarette he swiped from the landlord.

"But, if you decide to do that, I want ALL the money I loaned you, plus 5 interest, in one month's time." Himiko replied, smirking.

Ban's mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened, causing his sunglasses to slide down his nose a bit, and his cigarette to fall on the floor.

"One Month! For ALL that cash! There is no way in Hell I could pull that off!" Ban replied in shock, reaching down to pick his cigarette off the wood floor, placing it back in his mouth.

"I know." Himiko said, nonchalantly, leaning back in her chair.

"You know." Ban stared, with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, that's why I said there were two options."

"What's the second one then?"

"You work as a transporter with me on my upcoming assignment." Himiko smiled.

"I'm bored," Ginji began.

"Wanna play a game with me?" Natsumi replied, prancing over to his booth.

"Naaa, not now, thanks anyways."

"Wanna go somewhere?" She continued.

"Like where?" Ginji asked, sitting up from his slouched over position.

"I don't know, around? It's better than sitting in here all day, right?" She replied, smiling.

"hmm…" Ginji sighed, contemplating what he should do. He had been sitting here for several hours, and definitely needed to move around some. "Alright, sure, why not?" Ginji said, forcing a smile.

"Who knows, maybe we'll see Mr. Ban while we're out!" Natsumi informed as she skipped towards the door, informing Paul of her break.

"Yeah…who knows?"

A/N: Alrighty, there's the 10th chapter. Sorry it was short, you'd think it'd have been lengthier since it's been so long since I've last updated this fic. Hope you enjoyed, sorry again for the terrible wait. -Saberae