His eyes had just begin to shut when there was a loud rapping upon the door. He turned over to ignore it. "I know you're in there.!" Hiro groaned and stood, groggily lumbering towards the door. He opened the door the tinest bit. A tall dashing blonde woman stood outside, wringing a policemans' hat in her hands. "Let me in?" Hiro's face pinched and he nodded stiffly, shutting the door to undo the deadlock, and then opening it for her. "W-what happened?" Kelly sidled in, her hips swinging not-so-subtly, setting herself down on his un-made futon. She continued wringing her hat, nervously. "Strike and I, we um. You know. Had a fight." Hiro re-lit his half dead cigarette and sucked a long drag, his hair slightly messy. He groaned, irked, and disappeared into the bathroom. His voice echoed slightly. "What about?" He hastily combed his hair back into place, failing to conceal the hiss of aerosol hairspray. Kelly put the hat on her lap and leaned forward, trying to sneak a peak at Hiro's progress. He retreated deeper into the recesses of the bathroom. "I-I don't really wanna talk about it, Hiro-kun." He emerged from the bathroom, his hair perfect, per usual. He sat down on the other corner of the futon and tossed the cigarette butt into his ashtray. He diverted his gaze from her milky smooth exposed thighs, and stared at his feet instead. Oh no, he mused. Hang nail a'comin'. His hands shook. "So.. uh.. why'd you come here? Instead of you know, going to a club or, bugging your girl-friends or something, girly like that." She scootched towards him, her shoulder brushing against his. His body stiffened upon contact. Rigor mortis. Her full lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, smooth with lip gloss. "I wanted to spend quality time with you, Hiro." She let her well manicured fingers trail down his collarbone, and Hiro felt as though there were streams of smoke screaming from his ears. His face went deep crimson. Her hand trailed down the line of his abdominals and along the zipper of his worn out jeans. Hiro's foot kicked out.

"YouknowIreallygottagoIthinkIleftmystoveoninmycarandImightlightmydogonfireif Idon'tturnitoffsobye!!!" He stood and hopped out the window, shirtless and shoeless, out of the apartment and down the fire escape, the color in his cheeks rapidly fading the farther he got from Kelly. He slid into his corvette Mako Shark (ooo babeh! Gimme corvette!) and lay his head on the steering wheel. "God oh god oh god.." He took several deep breaths, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone. He thumbed through numbers. Heat, he won't fail me. He dialed quickly. The phone rang seven times before a breathless heat answered the phone. "Hello?!" Heat barked. He obviously wasn't too happy answering the phone. A woman's voice rang shrilly in the background. "Heat, hurrrreeeeeeyyy upppp." "Shut up, bitch!!" Hiro hung up the phone. "Okay.. uh.." He flipped through more numbers. "Strike?.. no. He'll kill me. Michael?." He shuddered involuntarily. One number left. He dialed. "Kitty?.."