A.N: Hey guys! Here's an update. It uses the word Fuck a lot later in this chapter but you'll understand why... Hope you enjoy... :)

-Sarah

"Mikoto-san?" Anna whispered lightly to the sleeping man.

It was 11:00 a.m and Anna was all alone at the bar, besides the sleeping figure in front of here. Everyone else was out running errands and whatever else HOMRA does during the day. Izumo was off getting supplies and Anna wanted Waddles. The problem? Mikoto was holding on to the duck like a security blanket. He had his arms wrapped around the slowly growing duck. Waddles seemed content, he was just sitting in Mikoto's arms blinking occasionally at Anna, maybe letting out a soft quack every now and again.

"Mikoto-san... Please wake up..."

Anna didn't want to startle Mikoto awake, no, when you startled him awake it was like asking for a death sentence, although he might be able to control himself if he saw it was Anna who made the mistake.

Anna stuck her hands out and was about to gently shake Mikoto awake when his eyes suddenly shot open. Waddles let out a loud quack as Mikoto gripped Waddles a little too tight.

"Anna?" He asked quietly.

"Yes?"

Mikoto sat up and released the duck from his death grip. Waddles slowly walked over to Anna and climbed into her hands as she climbed off Mikoto's bed.

"Where is everyone else? Shouldn't you be with Izumo or something?" Mikoto asked.

"Everyone is...out. I came to get Waddles but you were sleeping with him so I figured I'd just wake you up quickly and grab him and leave..."

Mikoto looked at Anna. Her pale hair framing her eyes and petite frame. 'She really was a small child, she needs to eat more,' Mikoto thought to himself.

"Well... I suppose since I'm already awake I'll just get up too, did you already have breakfast?"

-At a hotel in America-

Fushimi rolled over on his side and felt a warm body press against his own. It was nice, the heat radiating off this person... Fushimi brought his hand around the waist of his bed companion. Rubbing his face in their hair. Their ginger hair. Wait.

Fushimi's eyes shot open and he glared, shocked, at Misaki who was laying in front of him...naked. What the fuck? Fushimi fell out of his bed onto the floor in shock trying to scoot away from Misaki, only to realize he too wasn't wearing a single thing on his lithe frame.

"MISAKI WAKE THE FUCK UP. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!?" Fushimi screamed.

Misaki jerked awake and sat up.

"SARU! WHY THE FUCK AM I NAKED? WHY ARE YOU NAKED? WHY ARE WE NAKED?" Misaki yelled.

"I DON'T KNOW I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT KNOW! GOD WHAT THE HELL IS ALL OVER THE SHEETS?"

Fushimi grabbed a sheet to cover himself only to realize it was covered in...something. He stood up and turned around, looking for pants or even just a shirt to cover himself from Misaki. Sure, Saru would've liked to wake up next to Misaki, naked and glowing, but he also would've liked to remember what he did. By the look on Misaki's face he wasn't sure what happened last night either. Fushimi clicked his tongue and walked swiftly to the bathroom only to find it completely covered in clothes and towels strewn everywhere. Jesus Christ what did they do last night?

Misaki sat in bed wincing every time he tried to move. There were sharp pains in his lower back and he was naked. God, Misaki thought, if he did what he thinks he did last night, couldn't he have at least topped? The pain in his back caused Misaki to curl up on the bed, ignoring Fushimi as he made his way to the Hotel bathroom. Misaki tried to recall what they did last night. After the embarrassing moment in Victoria's secret they had left the mall and simply walked around town, maybe stopping in a shop or two to look around at the American things. Eventually night had fallen and Saru had suggested finding the Hotel he had booked while they were in this part of the country. They arrived at the hotel with no trouble at all, it was a very nice hotel too, four and a half stars, it was called the Omni. Very prestigious very nice. They were on the 16th floor, room 221B. Like any normal people, they sat their stuff down and Saru had suggested going swimming, Misaki could go for that so he had agreed.

After that...? What? Did they go swimming? Did he get drunk?

Fushimi stood in the bathroom examining everything. His clothes were in here, along with Misaki's shorts and T-shirt, along with another set of clothes. Whose were those? The inside of the shower was a mess. Shampoo bottles were tipped over, their contents spilling, and there was... God was that blood on the wall? Seems like he had a great night, but it'd be better if Fushimi could just Remember what he did!

"Oi, Misaki, I found our clothes in here, there's also blood on the walls, are you hurt anywhere?"

Misaki checked over himself only to find a large...Bite mark? For fucks sake did Saruhiko BITE him last night?

"Fucking monkey! I think you bit me last night!" Misaki yelled.

"Well, I'm very proud of myself for such a feat, but I'd be more proud if I could remember!"

A knock on the door interrupted their small squabble and Fushimi walked out of the bathroom with a robe on to answer the door.

Upon opening the door Fushimi stood face to face with a young man, about his and Misaki's age. Upon closer inspection, Fushimi realized the man was wearing a blue coat similar to the one Scepter 4 wore.

"Ah yes... Hello Fushimi-kun. I j-just came to collect my clothes from last night..."

Fushimi swore. He cursed and cursed, said every word in the book and left the man in front of him blushing from such vulgar words.

"Did we? I mean... Did we fuck? Did we have threesome last night?" Fushimi asked with a hand on his forehead.

"Oh! Oh no! You see, Sometime during the night last night I came swimming with you and Yata, and you left before me and went into the changing room and when I came back...you two had stolen my clothes..."

Fushimi stood. Well at least they didn't have sex, but why would he and Misaki have stolen this guys clothes?

"I think you two were drunk last night, actually."

Oh, well that explains it.