Hello, Hiroko Hana here! Guess what? I didn't have to get yelled at by all my wonderful readers to update (and I finally had some free time to write the next chapter)! This chapter is a little short but it stirs some plot (BELIEVE IT OR NOT! This story does have plot! MWAHAHAHAHAAA *gag*). Sadly, still no Yaoi this chapter. I promise to those people who could care less for the plot and more for the smut that more yaoi is on it's way! Anyway! Why are you reading this? Read the update already!

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Chapter 11: Eerie Familiarity in England

Due to the early hours, the trio spent a good couple hours just browsing through London, seeing a good many sights before Ace decided to really start browsing shops. "Hey, this is nice," she grinned, holding up a slim blue dress to her body. The dress was thigh-length, sleeveless, with two silver zippers going up either side that look functional… Fang couldn't help but grin, "Try it on—"

"It clashes with your hair and looks like it wouldn't do your breasts any justice," Prince cut in, hardly even looking up. Fang raised his eyebrows and Ace just shrugged and hung the dress back up on the rack. "How about this?" Prince then held up a smoky-gray dress, it had a low dipping, v-shaped collar and was virtually backless, with decorative fabric wrinkling all down the front. Ace smiled, "Not bad, I'll go try it on," she said, snatching it up and fleeing to the dressing room.

"Wow, you fuck men and you're a fashionista? And yet you don't consider yourself gay?" Fang laughed, leaning on a rack of colorful bodices. "I'd hardly consider myself a fashionista either," Prince said, smiling softly as he sifted through a clearance rack, "I just know what looks good on women and men."

"Uh-huh… what size dress do you wear?"

"Size ten; unless it's cut oddly, then it varies." Fang had no clue whether or not Prince was joking, he answered so quickly and so casually and he didn't really know female dress sizes enough to tell if he was joking. Fang just blinked away the confusion and Prince chuckled, dropping a fedora on Fang's head as he walked passed to browse through the jewelry.

"What do you think?" Fang turned at the sound of Ace's voice and couldn't stop his jaw from going slack. She looked amazing! Ace grinned, "Judging by the bulging eyes and the general quiet I'm buying the dress and strutting the red light district."

"Sounds good to me!" Prince smile, "anything you want from here, Fang?"

"I say he should get that fedora, you look so smooth," Ace snickered, reaching up and adjusting Fang's hair and the hat. "No, it's fine, it'll just get destroyed or lost, I don't usually keep—"

"I insist you let me buy it for you," Prince said and Fang sighed. There he goes insisting again, he really loves to insist! "Fine…" Fang surrendered and Prince smiled.

The trio hit several more stores before the rumble in Fang's stomach became truly audible. "Sounds like someone is hankering for some vittles," Ace said, her arm wrapped around Fang's waist as they walked. "Just a little bit, airplane food can only keep one full for so long,"

"How about we hit that pub that we passed? It looked like a nice place," Prince said, "I haven't had a proper crumpet in a while."

"Sounds good to me," Fang said and they all took a U-turn and headed back down the sidewalk.

The pub was a quaint little place that was relatively empty being between breakfast and lunch hours. A young lady met them at the front door, "Morning! Booth, table, or bar?" she asked in what Fang thought was the cutest British accent he had ever heard, and she was downright hot (for a blonde, would have been gold if she had red hair like Ace). "Booth, please," Prince said with his trademark crooked grin. "Right this way," the waitress said as she snatched up some menus.

Once they were all seated and drink orders were taken the waitress left, her heels clicking on the wooden floors as she trotted away. "Something catch your eye?" Ace snickered, noticing Fang eyeing the waitress' swaying hips. "Uh, no," Fang said, taking a second to glance at Prince's raised eyebrow before burying his face in his menu.

Soon enough the drinks were brought and food orders went out.

Ace peered out the large glass windows with a mesmerized smile, the childish expression made Fang smirk quirkily. "Isn't London pretty? I can't believe how many people here want to kill me," she giggled as if a content memory was involved. "Yeah, can someone please explain this to me?" Fang asked, the smirk fading into a worried expression. "Ace got into some trouble seven months ago, she quickly learned that you don't gamble with just anyone and expect them to react well."

"I owe some cash to a rather motley crew,"

"How much…?" Fang asked cautiously, "Seventy thousand US dollars."

"What?"

"Yeah, we were betting on some horses, he kept claiming he had the best horse in the race, I said that was bogus and one should always bet on the least likeliest, then next thing you know I threw in twenty thousand, he thought that was silly and threw in fifty thousand… and he lost."

"He claimed it was fixed because his horse exited the race with a small injury," Prince added, "and he definitely wanted his money back, we had to leave the UK."

"What happened to all the money?"

"We spent it," Prince and Ace said almost too quickly. "On what?"

"We bought a car and flew it off a cliff, which was fucking awesome!" Ace squealed "And the rest of the money we just threw off a building and into Time Square in New York, it's hysterical watching people below fight over a bunch of singles," Prince added.

"Wow, so the person you gambled money from isn't going to get it back if he finds you,"

"Nope! Isn't that hilarious?" Ace grinned and Fang just shook his head and laughed. These two people are probably going to get him killed. Around then their food came out and they all dug in and ate fairly quickly. Hey, they'll only be in England for a few hours, better not waste the experience eating Bangers and Mash. "Okay, so…" Ace said between the mighty chugs of her lemonade, "Prince, you can pay for lunch, I'm going to bail, let's meet back here in two hours, 'kay?"

"Wait, where are you going?" Fang asked, grabbing her hand as she was trying to squeeze out under the table. "I'll let you know in two hours," she smiled before wriggling out of Fang's hand and dashing out the door. Fang gave Prince his best questioning look but the older boy only shrugged, "I don't know, she's got all kinds of weird shit going on everywhere… I'm going to go pay up front," Prince said, sliding out of the booth.

Fang huffed. It honestly made him a bit nervous when Ace runs off alone, it seems like it's guaranteed she'll come back with trouble, she's just that kind of person. In a way, she kind of reminded him of Max, Max was a bit uncontrollable and is guaranteed to have trouble on her heels, though, Max isn't quite as shameless… and isn't as vulgar… and doesn't have red hair… and is more maternal… actually, Ace and Max are nearly polar opposites when he thought about it. Oh god… he couldn't wait for Max to meet these two (no, he could wait, really, he can), he can just imagine the fit she'll throw (no he couldn't, he dreaded exactly that).

"Okay, shall we go?" Prince asked as he returned, offering his hand, Fang gently took Prince's hand and Prince pulled him out of the booth. Fang tried to pull his hand back to his side but Prince had a death grip on it. It took Fang too long to realize that Prince wanted to hold hands. Hold hands… what the fuck?

"Where are we going?"

"Just for a walk, maybe even a flight if you get jumpy enough,"

"I'm not jumpy,"

"Yes you are, like a bunny, or a small puppy," Prince grinned and Fang scowled. The older boy just laughed as he led Fang out of the pub. Fang glanced around, it seemed the longer the day went on, the more people filled the streets. Fang felt his cheeks redden as the first person he saw when they came out of the pub looked directly at the hand that clasped his. Fang felt his head drop a centimeter or two. He would never admit to the nervousness Prince made him feel, he felt as if he were losing his mind! He felt nervous, and tense, (and this next one is the worst) and oddly self-conscious. Then the small bits of embarrassment and distaste.

Fang didn't understand it, it was so strange, no one has ever affected him so emotionally before and he couldn't stand it. "You okay?" Prince asked and Fang nodded almost too quickly, "Uh-huh… you keep looking in every direction like someone is following us,"

"Well, you never know, we are recombinant experiments," Fang said. With that, Prince pulled Fang to his side and placed a firm arm around his waist, "Don't worry, I'll protect you." Judging by the cruel expression on Prince's face, he knew exactly what was wrong with him and is now making the poor boy uncomfortable on purpose. "You're a bastard," Fang scowled and Prince chuckled darkly.

"Or so you think,"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you'll thank me one day,"

"For taking advantage of me when I'm drunk, invading my privacy, and giving me hell?"

"Exactly that," Prince smiled that Crooked Grin™ again. Fang found himself laughing and shaking his head, mesmerized by Prince's asymmetrical features, he was really beginning to notice how his mouth really did sit crooked normally, and there was just the slightest bend in his nose, and of course that snake eye hidden by Prince's heavy bangs. "What?" Prince asked (still smiling), unable to not notice Fang's staring, "Why is your mouth so crooked?" Stupid question of the day anyone? Anyone?

"Oh, I, uh… that's nerve damage caused by dangerous electrical waves."

"Oh…" stupid feeling of the day anyone? Anyone? "It's okay," Prince laughed "I think it makes me look more rugged anyway."

It does, is what Fang isn't going to say out loud. At that moment, a flash of rusty red hair caught Fang's eyes. Instinctually he turned to get a full glimpse but got only that, a glimpse of a redheaded, shapely, fair skinned, young woman in heels that could kill. Fang got an eerie feeling of familiarity that he couldn't quite place. He narrowed his eyes but the rusty redhead was already out of sight. He was beginning to wonder who she was, and why she seemed familiar. What other redheads did he know? A lot, actually. "Something on you mind?" Prince asked, looking over in the direction Fang stared, but of course not seeing what Fang had, "No, just thought I saw someone I knew…"

"Oh yeah? You want to go check it out?"

"…No, I'm good, I'm sure it's fine, besides, who do I know that lives in England?" Well, it could be one of his fans… but he hasn't exactly met the large amount of people that read his blog. It probably really was nothing; it's just the red hair that has him excited.

Sora: I'm heavily disappointed.

Hiroko: Wha-why? D:

Sora: You said this stirs plot! You mentioned some wacky redhead and that's it! That's not stirring! That's hardly even shifting!

Hiroko: Well, if you remember any of the other chapters, you'd realize who that rusty redhead is.

Sora: Are you giving spoilers now?

Hiroko: Yes, I'm giving the readers a chance to figure this out on their own, and if they can't, it will all be revealed in due time.

Sora: There's no way this has plot.

Hiroko: YOU DON'T HAVE PLOT!

Sora: O.o? What the hell was that?

Hiroko: I don't know! I'm feeling immature! DX

Sora: Well, stop it. That's my job, I don't get paid when you do it.

Hiroko: You don't get paid at all!

Sora: This banter is too long!

Hiroko: I know!

Sora: We should stop.

Hiroko: We should.

Sora: *NINJA VANISH*

Hiroko: R&R People! (PS: The more reviews I get in this chapter, the sooner I update! :D)