Blue sighed as she swirled the martini in her left hand. She had come back to Ele, one of the few people who she could talk to about her problems, to find out what she should do about her son and his deceitful wife.
Ele, on the other hand, sat silently in thought, knocking back her drink and frowning as she contemplated the situation. Yes, she had heard that Aisha had a younger sister named Kim, and that was most likely the girl that Damian had married.
"Kitty, you know, he's not going to believe you anyway." Ele sighed as she tossed the fake fang back toward the HV leader, who immediately pocketed it. "If he loves this Kim, he's going to stay with her, even if she is using him."
Blue shook her head, taking a sip from her glass. "I can't see Damian loving anyone. He's just too wild."
"You know..." Ele smirked, putting her feet up on the coffee table. "Since it is Aisha's sister we're dealing with, we could possibly say that she's the reason behind his headaches. He might believe that someone's trying to mess with his mind."
"He'll say I'm messing with his mind Ele, you know that." Laughing as she finished, Blue set her glass down on the table. "How about Hotura? Willing to let me borrow her for a few to try to slap some sense back in to Damian?"
Ele just looked taken back by the statement. "Babe, no offense, but I don't think Hotura would go with you, especially to see him again." The blond smiled as she leaned forward, setting her feet back on the floor. "But I'll take her. It's been a while since we've seen that place you call home."


Hotura sighed as she flopped on her bed after the day's match, the bedsprings creaking under the newly added weight. Those three opponents weren't even worthy of her time... they were all too weak. Sighing, she stretched out on the bed, hoping to release some of the excess energy that was still stored inside her being, and dreaming of finding that opponent that was worth the effort of fighting.
"What the?" Hotura turned and looked towards her pillows as her hand brushed an envelope that was lying on her pillow. How in the world a letter addressed simply to 'Tura' could have found its way to the hotel at the convention center was quite a mystery, but she just couldn't resist opening the unsealed envelope.
Unfolding the letter, Hotura rolled her eyes as she recognized the handwriting. Sure, she had sent her letter weeks prior, but for her to receive a reply like this meant he was tracking her using his telepathy.
"Hotura,
You say you need me.... but what does that mean? It can't mean the same to both of us, now can it, or we'd be together, wouldn't we?
I loved you Hotura. You were everything to me, but no. You couldn't handle the thought of us together. It sickened you to the point of pushing me away. I know something happened to you as a chibi, God knows it must have been horrible, because you're screwed up. I'm sorry I had to be so honest, but I never was one to curb my tongue.
But when I saw us together, it was more than you saw. You want us to go back to the times when we were 14, and we would go racing off on your bike, clubbing the night away, not wanting anything more from each other than the companionship that two friends could offer. Isn't it funny? You would let me hold on to you when we rode that bike of yours, not once thinking that someone who didn't respect you so much could be taking advantage of that situation, yet you couldn't fathom the mere thought of holding hands, let alone letting me kiss you. And God knows I've yearned to kiss you. (Well, he knows I've yearned to do more than that, but come on petite, you would die from the sheer thought of anything more than kissing.)
Now don't you go saying something as stupid as you're going yuri on me petite. First, you couldn't handle it, with the thought of being in a physical relationship with anything being so damn repulsive to you and all, and second, I'd kill myself if I couldn't have you. Yes, you heard that right. I would go and kill myself because I love you Tura. I'll always love you.
Petite, you know I'd never be upset with you because you have a weakness. Hell, I have many weaknesses, and you know them all. And I am quite sorry to hear about your parents. You probably heard before I did that Mateo passed on, and my mother's gone crazy because of it. It's just another thing that we should be supporting each other through.
How sad. I'm supposed to be the only drunk of the group. And isn't that one of the reasons you found me so repulsive anyway? But petite, I'm sorry that I drove you to alcohol. It's a demon.... kind of like me. I guess Mom did something right for once, giving me this hellacious name and all. It's fitting, don't you think?
And you miss me. Heh... how ironic. I've been missing you too petite. I guess I'll just have to write it on a piece of paper and stick it in my wallet for a rainy day. "Hotura misses me."
And you should write one too... a little note that you can keep in your purse, and open up whenever you want to think of what might have been. Here... I'll save you the trouble:
Damian loves me.
There. Cut that out and keep it. I hope it brings you comfort on those long, lonely nights petite.
J'adore tu,
Damian Ishida
9B Heighton Terrace Apartments
Heighton, Michigan
USA
There must be another way because I believe in taking chances.
But who am I to say what a guy is to do?
God, I need some answers"
Hotura growled as she crumpled the letter between her hands. He loved her? How could that arrogant asshole love anyone? This had to be another one of his lip service lines that would usually end up with the girl deciding to give herself to him. Hadn't he realized that she wasn't one of those ditzy girls that would do anything for a pretty face? He wasn't even that good looking... he had to be anorexic or something to keep that skeleton like figure of his. And he looked like a girl, a short haired girl, but a girl nonetheless.
Then again, what had happened to Damian over the past few years? Had he gone back to training? Was he still chasing anything female? Was he still in music? He couldn't have made it big, because she hadn't heard of him or his band selling any albums. Did he still have that way of making you feel like the only person that mattered in the world when you were with him? Did his eyes still have that depth that you could just get lost in? Was his face still as soft....
Kuso.... She couldn't believe that she was thinking all of those things. D had tried to force himself on her, and that was more than enough for her to hate him. Still... she might just go back to visit the baka one more time after the convention... just to make sure he was still the jerk he had been.


"Tura?" Ele called as she knocked on the door to the bishoujo's room. "Ready to go?"
"Hn." Hotura groggily walked out in the hall to stand next to her trainer. She was wearing a red silk shirt and black leather pants, which to Blue, looked like they needed ironing. It was beyond the HV leader's grasp to understand why someone wouldn't put any time in to making themselves up before going out in public.
Immediately, Hotura stopped, eyeing the Blue skeptically as she stood next to Tempus.
"What is she doing here?" The bishoujo snapped, walking over to her trainer, her gaze never leaving Blue.
"We're going to visit Heighton, babe." Elspeth smiled as she looked up at her bishoujo. "Blue's asked us to help her with something."
Muttering a few profanities, Hotura soon started walking toward the elevator, which she believed would take them to the car, then the airport.
"We're going my way." Blue smiled, motioning for Hotura to come back to the group. "It's a lot faster."
Tempus looked nervously to his trainer, who immediately put a hand on his arm, hoping to comfort the bishonen.
"She's a lot stronger than before Trowa." Ele smiled, grabbing on to Blue's arm with her free hand. "We'll get there... hopefully."
Hotura just stood next to the group, not sure what was going on. "I don't want to go there."
"Honey, please," Blue smiled, hoping to convince the girl to at least take someone's hand so she could teleport out of the building without Hotura realizing what was happening. "Just come along this once."
Sighing, Hotura placed her hand on Ele's shoulder and closed her eyes. She'd been teleported once before, but that wasn't a fun experience.
In a flash of light, the group had vanished from the building and would hopefully be landing somewhere in the HV gym, if not somewhere nearby.


"Where the hell am I?" Damain mumbled as he blinked a few times, his head still lying on the kitchen table. He must have drunk himself stupid last night then tried to use teleport... he knew what that type of hangover felt like, and this one was exactly that type.
"Good to see you're alive." Kim snapped at her husband as she walked in the kitchen, kicking the leg of the chair he was sitting in. As it moved, Damian immediately grabbed on to the table to make sure he wouldn't fall. "It's not good to let the kids see you in this state. If you're going to get plastered, at least do it somewhere where they can't see you in the morning."
"You're such a bitch." He growled, standing up from his seat at the table.
Kim smiled, turning around and pressing her forehead against his. "But you like it that way."
Smiling as he pulled Kim closer, Damian reached up under his wife's shirt back, trying to unhook her bra one handed.
"Daddy?" Damian immediately stopped the groping and turned to face Christine, who had been standing in the doorway for some time.
"Why didn't you say she was there?" He whispered to his wife before walking over to Christine. "What's up Chris?"
"I lost a tooth!"
Damian's eyes sparkled as he knelt down to be eye level with his daughter. "Which one did you lose? And are you going to put it under your pillow for the tooth fairy to find?"
Christine smiled, pointing to the spot where her right fang usually was. "This one."
Damian hugged the little girl. "Wow... you're really getting big now!" He smiled as he stood back up, taking the girl's hand and leading her toward the apartment door. "You've got to go to daycare honey... Mrs Hernandez will be by soon, so you'd better wait for her out in the hall." He bent down, kissing the sandy haired girl on the top of her head. "And you have a good day at school, got that?"
"Yeah." Christine whined as she noticed Mrs Hernandez and her daughter Ileana walking toward her.
Damian chuckled as he watched Christine and Ileana trot down the hall in front of the dark haired woman that would be taking them to their daycare center. He soon walked back in to his apartment to see Christine packing a set of brushes and sticks for her set. "We're recording today, so I can't stay."
Knowing the importance of being on time to recording sessions, Damian just kissed Kim's cheek as he brushed past her. "Good luck then. And where did my mom go? I guess I'll have to spend the day with her, unfortunately."
Kim shrugged as she tossed her backpack over her shoulder. "I have no idea. Maybe she went back to that gym of hers."
Sighing as he watched his wife walk out of the door, Damian picked up the phone and dialed the gym's number.
"Heighton View Gym, Kareen speaking."
"Kareen?" Damian sighed as he heard the receptionist's voice from the receiver. "It's Damian. Is my mom there?"
There was a pause, neither party knowing what to say. "I thought she was with you."
"No. Let me know if she-"
"Wait!" Kareen cheered as she saw the gym leader and three others appear in the lobby of the gym. "She just came back!"
"I'll be there in a minute." Damian sighed in relief. "Merci beaucoup, Kareen."

"Kareen?" Blue narrowed her eyes as she walked toward her receptionist. "Who was that?"
"Damian. He's been looking for you apparently."
Hotura gasped. Sure, she said she wanted to see Damian one more time, but not this soon after arriving in Heighton View. "Is he still your junior?"
Blue shook her head. "Oh no. Don't even bring up the gym around him. He loathes this place."
In another flash of light, Damian appeared in the gym, teetering as he landed.
"So what did you-" Damian stopped short as he noticed Hotura standing near his mother. "What are they doing here?"
"D...." Hotura whispered, walking toward the blond. Boy, had she remembered him wrong. Sure, he was still thin, but there was just something about him that she had forgotten.
Damian's eyes grew wide as he saw the bishoujo coming near him. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. If only she would have said yes.... "What's up petite?"
Hotura's cheeks felt warm as she stared in to his eyes. Yeah. Those depths were still there. "D.... you're wife... she's using you."