A/N: Good morning, lovelies. How are we? Doing alright? Good. Me, too. Aside from a little dizziness I have going on, but that's manageable. I mean, it sucks because it's on the right side of my head, but we all know what the right side of your brain does, right? That's where all the creative shit is. Hey! Remember when I gave you last week's update and I told you I was taking a last-minute, out of the blue road trip? Well, if you don't follow me on Twitter, I was in Branson! For my friends out of the US, Branson's in Missouri. It's a little ways out from St. Louis (Maybe an hour or two.). But it was a good time. A lot better than I was anticipating. There's a sort of peacefulness, walking through an aquarium, isn't there? The whole time I was in this particular aquarium, I thought to myself, jellyfish. Where in the hell are the jellyfish? If they don't have jellyfish, I'm going to raise hell. But then…There were moon jellies and my heart stopped. I forgot how pretty and transparent they can be. But now, I have a plush one hanging from the light in my bedroom because I'm six years old on the inside. You're not here to listen to my couple days in Branson. You're here to listen to Lana and Kyoya's story unfold some more. And to listen to their last night in Japan. So, let's get down to it, yeah?

"A karaoke room?" Haruhi wondered, staring up at a neon sign. At least Tamaki was considerate and picked a place in Shibuya. That way, Kyoya and I didn't have far to go if we wanted to bail early. This wasn't the first time Haruhi questioned her boyfriend's motives and more than likely not the last.

"Why not?" Tamaki had already gotten excited about it and once he got spastic, no one had the heart to tell him no, "It's so much fun!"

"Yeah," she scoffed, "If you can carry a tune."

"What do you mean?" he wrapped his arms around her, not letting her go anywhere.

"I can't sing to save my life," Haruhi dropped the truth bombs, "Hikaru's surprisingly ok at this. Kaoru only sings in the shower. Honey-senpai knows almost nothing and gets too shy. Mori-senpai rarely talks, let alone sings in front of people. I've never seen Kyoya-senpai show any interest. You and Lana are the only ones who are really good here."

"Kyoya is, too," I filled her in, "He sings showtunes in the car."

"Really?" Haruhi looked over at Kyoya in disbelief while he glared a hole through me, "You don't strike me as the type of person to get into showtunes, Kyoya-senpai. Let alone sing along."

"I wasn't," Kyoya defended, "But then, a certain young lady who uses music to help her cope came into my life and changed that. To this day, I still don't know how or when it happened…"

"But it happened," I laid my head on his shoulder, beaming with pride, "Welcome to being Broadway trash. Enjoy your stay."

"I think it'd be super cute for Lana-chan and Kyo-chan to do a duet!" Honey chimed in.

"Me, too," Tamaki agreed, while Kyoya fought tooth and nail to keep any sign of mortification off his face. He couldn't hide it from me, though. His shoulders tightened up, kind of like a kneejerk thing. It's so cute, "But we can't do that unless we all go inside!"

"Fine," Haruhi allowed, "Just this once. This isn't going to become a regular thing."

"You said the same thing on our first date," Tamaki kissed her cheek, "Yet here we are."

How Haruhi handles him will forever baffle and intrigue me. And she always manages not to punch him, no matter what harebrained scheme he comes up with. Although, something else had me just as perplexed. I never even considered doing a duet with Kyoya until Honey said something. If not in front of our friends, then at least in private. Color me curious.

When we got settled into our room, I couldn't stop thinking about what Honey said. Throughout history, so many wonderful duets have been brought into the world. What would we even do? Would we go the showtunes route? Because I could definitely pull out some Phantom, but Christine is such a bitch on my throat. Too Much, Too Soon seems like the obvious choice, given that we've both seen and enjoyed American Idiot. Ooh…We Both Reached for the Gun from Chicago could be fun. Decisions, decisions.

"Lana," Kyoya gave me a nudge, "Where have you been?"

"Right here," I told him, "Why?"

"Are you sure?" he asked, "Because Tamaki's been trying to get your attention for the last few minutes and you haven't even budged."

"Oh," I shook it off, "I'm sorry, Tamaki. What is it you wanted?"

"I wanted you to do a song with me," Tamaki offered me his hand, "Just the two of us."

"What?" I fully came to again, "Us?"

"Yes, us," Tamaki pulled me onto my feet, "Haruhi's tone deaf and Kyoya said he's not doing anything tonight. So? Please? You have one of the best voices here. Please? Please, please, please, please, please, please…"

"He's not going to stop, Lana," Hikaru groaned as Tamaki's begging continued.

"It's the same way he landed Haruhi," Kaoru agreed.

"Just do it and get it over with."

"Fine…" Wow. Now, I understood how Haruhi did it. Tamaki practices witchcraft and cast some kind of weird ass spell on both of us that made us more compliant. Honestly, if any of them had any sort of cosmic ties, my money would've been on Kyoya, but given that we live with each other and I've never seen any evidence of it, I'd be a day late and a dollar short, "What do you want to do, Tamaki?"

"I don't know," Tamaki thumbed through the catalog with great enthusiasm, "I thought I'd let you pick."

"That's awfully sweet of you," I giggled to myself. They might be a handful, but they're my handful, "But I picked last time."

"What do you mean?" he wondered.

"Misuzu's?" I pointed out, "I did All That Jazz and it made Dash freak because Hikaru and Kaoru took it upon themselves to send him the video!"

"You're welcome!" Their mischievous faces lit up. I still didn't know what kind of hell that was going to give me when I get back to the US again. Dash sounded in high spirits on the phone, so it can't be too bad.

As I continued to look through the catalog for something Tamaki and I could do together, I found one that I'd love to do on my own. Was I feeling brave enough for it yet? I mean…It's like Tamaki said. Other than him, I got the best voice out of all of us. Maybe I should flex a little. Just a little, though. We wouldn't want me to get an ego. Not that it'd be the worst thing in the world.

"Hey, Tamaki," I asked, "Do you think I could do one by myself? Just a warm-up?"

"Go ahead," he encouraged, "Who am I to stop you? It's not like none of us have heard you sing on your own before."

"Awesome," I really wanted to flex with YUI (because, let's be honest. Again is a mouthful. Not that I can't do it.), but I opted against it for some ONE OK ROCK instead. I was in the mood to jam. I wanted to lose myself. I wanted to throw myself against the walls and jump around and possibly start a mosh pit in a karaoke room in Shibuya. They had a song called the Beginning and I absolutely adored it. And that's before I started hanging around Ritsu. He had introduced me to a few more that I had never heard of and fell hopelessly in love with. And it sucks that I'm not going to see him for a while, but nevertheless, I had a show to put on.

"What song did you pick, Lana-chan?" Honey wondered, peeking over my shoulder.

"You'll see," I smiled, waiting for my cue to start, "Just give me a reason to keep my heart beating. Don't worry. It's safe right here in my arms…"

This damn song was my Eye of the Tiger. This and My Shot from Hamilton. Either way. It all depended on what mood I was in. I remember listening to this song on the plane from London to Tokyo the first time I came to Japan and it put me in such a place. I was actually moving from my cozy home in England to my cozier home in Japan. Where I would find a family that I would learn loved me to death. Where I would meet a boy that would steal my heart by understanding how my head worked. Where my world would get turned upside down in order to make any sense. And in this soundproof karaoke room in Shibuya, I could scream that to the heavens. Sometimes, it's good to purge the soul.

"Alright," I threw myself into the couch, "I feel better. Anyone else up?"

"Where in the hell did that come from?" Hikaru stared at me in disbelief.

"Do you need to talk, Lana?" Kaoru worried.

"No," I shook my head, "I already saw Yuuichi today."

"She's good," Kyoya smirked, shooting me a quick wink, "You may have just witnessed her therapy, though."

"Oh, yeah," I nodded, curling into his ribs, "I think I'm good. For a while anyway. Until I need to scream my lungs out some more."

"You know I'm always in for a road trip," he draped an arm around me.

"I'm sure I'm in for a mess of that when we get home anyway," I figured, "There's no way Dash is going to let me keep that to myself."

"You can be a powerhouse when you want to, Lana," Tamaki sat next to me, "And if you ask me, it's your greatest strength."

"Thank you, Tamaki," I pulled Kyoya along with me as I moved my head from his shoulder to Tamaki's, "That's very kind of you."

"So?" Hikaru asked.

"Who's next?" Kaoru added.

I wasn't sure who was next, but I knew one thing. Kyoya and I were leaving in the morning. And I was going to miss these morons with all my heart. Sure, it'll be nice to be back where my sister is, where my nephew is, where my brother-in-law is, where my sorority sisters are…And being back home was almost perfect. But not nearly as perfect as if it were everyone. Honestly, though…As much as I loved being back in Japan, it was time for Kyoya and me to go home…Other home.

A/N: Look. I'm sorry this chapter is short, but I'm kind of still wrecked from last week. Also, I'm really itching to log some quality time in with my PS2. I'm in the mood for some Crash. Or I could ball up on the couch and do some more Gokudols, which by the way, is absolutely ridiculous. Netflix and me when it's late at night and I'm delirious are not a good combination. All that aside, though, next week, we're going to be back in the US. Lana's going to have her first Chicago rehearsal (probably). Kyoya's going back to work for Rhiannon (probably). And there's going to be a little something, something added in next week for someone who asked so nicely ages ago (probably). And if you're looking for something to do after this, I posted some more on Ao3. A few more chapters of Trouble Comes in Threes. Just got a new one yesterday. So, I'm going to stare off into my little blinking jellyfish on my desk and…I don't know. But I'll see you next chapter. xx