A/N: Felt bad that I never typed up this chapter, so I made it longer for you guys. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed this story so far. I'm going to have to go to bed in a while, because it's...late. I have school tomorrow and all. So anyways, I can't take the time to thank everyone individually, but I'll just say that you guys have really kept my spirits up about this fic. Thank you! ^-^' I'm glad that people are willing to read fics for couples that aren't done as often as others may be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Courtney Love. I forgot to mention before, I don't own Franklin Hospital, either.

Chapter 4: In Which Takeru Visits Franklin Hospital

When I got home, the first thing I did was check my phone messages. There were six, and five were for me. The first four were from Hikari, and the last was from Taichi. Hikari's phone messages went along the lines of, "Where did you disappear to, you dork? We're coming over to pick you up in five minutes."

"We're coming to pick you up in four minutes..."

"Three minutes..."

"Two minutes..."

Taichi's message said, "Forget it, just go to the café and look for the car."

I did as he said. I didn't take too long to find the car and wave it down. Once the door opened to let me in, I wondered if there would be any room for me. The car seemed to be packed. As usual, Akito was driving, and he yelled at me to hurry up and get in the car before the local policeman drove by on underage-driver patrol. The other people in the backseat scooted over for me as best as they could, but I ended up having to sit on Miyako's lap, anyways. I thought I saw Hikari turn around in the front seat to send a glare our way, but I could have just imagined it.

We sped on down one of the back roads to get to our usual nighttime hangout - the Odaiba beach. We always went there because Akito lives very close by and his house is the biggest out of all of our houses. Akito's crazy older brother was probably waiting for us on the beach. Yukio didn't like to accompany his brother when he came to pick us up at night. He was always on guard because of his reputation and the fact that none of the policemen around Odaiba liked him because of his record. He claims that they give him trouble simply for just being seen around there at night. I believe him because I've heard about some of the things he's done. He's even worse than both Akito and Taichi.

As we neared the beach, everyone in the backseat started arguing over the tiny amount of space. People were getting squashed and uncomfortable. Someone came up with the bright idea that I should roll the window down and stick the top half of my body out of it, since I was pretty much laying on top of them all.

Soon the wind was blasting in my face as I held on to the top of the car for dear life. I tried to keep my eyes open to make sure that no low-hanging branches were coming my way. I wanted to keep my head attached to my body. I heard Hikari scream at Akito to slow down because I was sticking out of the inside of the car, and Akito yelled something back at her, though I couldn't hear what.

I wondered to myself why it was always me that got stuck in these situations when I was just able to make out a figure moving in the distance. I shielded my eyes and realized that Yukio was standing in the middle of the road.

Now everyone in the car was screaming at Akito to swerve out of the way. Akito and Yukio always played these stupid brotherly games of chicken. It always scared the crap out of us because sometimes we had close calls. Akito would drive straight for Yukio and Yukio would leap out of the way at the last second. Lately, Yukio had taken to waiting until Akito slammed on the brakes to throw himself onto the windshield.

I tried to duck my head back into the car. "Don't swerve!" I screamed.

My scream was lost among all of the other screams to swerve out of the way and not hit him again. I tried to raise my voice even further, but it proved futile because before I knew it, it was too late, and Akito hit the brakes as Yukio hurled himself onto the front of the car.

It took a split second for me to realize that Yukio was taking it a step further and making himself roll over the window and the top of the car. He fell over the side, landing on me and forcefully dragging the rest of my body out from the car, landing us both on the rocky side of the road. I don't think Akito ever even stopped driving.

Yukio realized what had happened and quickly enveloped me tightly in his arms to try and absorb most of the damage of landing and rolling on the ground for a short while. At one point, something smacked into my head and a searing pain ripped through me for a few seconds. After we had stopped rolling, we lay still for a while before Yukio pushed himself up off of me and stared down at me with slightly shocked eyes.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled, staring at a spot somewhere above my eyes, and then I had to shut them because my vision went red and something sticky was trying to get into them. I suddenly became aware of a splitting headache and I tried to sit up and wipe the stuff out of my eyes. When I was pretty sure I wouldn't go blind if I opened my eyes, I checked to see what it was on my hands. I nearly cried out when I saw the blood running down my arms from my palms.

People began running over and some of the girls screamed when they saw me frantically rubbing at my eyes to stop the blood from running into them. Someone grabbed me by my forearms and hauled me to my feet and I opened my eyes into slits to stare at Yukio as he half-dragged me to his house.

He told me to wait outside, because there was no way I was getting my blood all over his clean, tile floor. Soon, he was back with a mirror, a bucket of ice, and a small first-aid kit, and he quickly began wiping the blood off of my face and trying to find exactly where the wound was. I grabbed some ice and pressed it against my forehead, and while it stung like hell, I knew it would help stop the bleeding. Yukio handed me the mirror to look at my face. I braced myself for what I was about to see and took a look.

A long line of the skin on my forehead just under my hairline seemed to be standing up, as if it had been yanked back, but not completely off. You could almost see my skull. I stared at the tissue that was slowly filling up with blood again around the edge of the gash and realized that I wasn't all that grossed out. It was as if it wasn't really happening, and it was just a nightmare that I was waiting to wake up from.

Akito had ambled up to us - he was the only one who could easily stomach seeing something like that - and checked the wound out for himself. He gave a low whistle.

"That is one deep cut. You handle shit good, Takeru. Any of your other friends would probably be totally freaking out."

I glanced at him, and then at Yukio over the mirror. I wondered how many times they had cut their heads open while trying to pull off some stupid stunt.

"It's almost like you're used to seeing blood all the time," Akito continued.

I froze momentarily but let it pass, knowing that there was no way they could possibly know about anything like that.

Yukio began handing me peroxide, soap, and a cup of water. I quickly began cleansing my wound. It didn't hurt so much because of the ice I had put on it. When I was done cleaning it, Yukio grabbed a butterfly bandage out of the little first-aid kit he had pulled all of the other stuff out of. He put it on over my wound and inspected it for a while. I thought it felt a little out of place, but I didn't say anything, because you just don't tell Yukio that he did a bad job.

When I was cleaned up and everything, Yukio took all of the stuff back inside the house, careful not to drip blood onto the floor, and Akito walked with me back towards my friends.

They were hesitant to look at me at first, not sure what they'd see, but as soon as they saw my head was covered up, they rushed over to me and began asking me all sorts of questions, most of them versions of "Are you okay?" I thought the answer to that would have had to be pretty obvious.

"Do you want to go home, Takeru?" Hikari asked me gently. "Taichi and I could go drop you off."

I nodded slowly, already feeling the effects of blood loss on my body. I felt weaker than I had been before, since I hadn't had much energy in the first place, what with still not having any food in my body. Taichi asked Akito if he could borrow the car and Akito said yes. Soon, we were on our way back towards my house, and all I could think of was how freaked out my mom was going to be when she found out about my forehead.

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The next morning, I trudged up to the bus station. I had decided I wasn't going with Ken, since I was bruised and cut and totally not looking forward to going on a trip anywhere that day. When I walked up to one of the benches, I recognized him sitting there and staring off to the side. He looked weird to me again. He had a girl's hair, a guy's shoulders, a girl's hands, folded across a guy's chest, and skinny, crossed legs with baggy black jeans partially covering black army boots. It was just strange to me that he could look so mismatched. His rosy cheeks and deep violet eyes topped off his look.

He turned to look at me after a minute and smiled as I sat down next to him. I opened my mouth to tell him that I wouldn't be accompanying him on the trip, but he spoke first.

"What is that on your forehead?" He frowned at me.

I reached a hand up to gingerly touch the butterfly bandage. "Oh, uh...just a little accident I had last night."

"Between the time you left my house and the time you got home?"

"No, I left the house after I got home, to go hang out with my friends by the beach. I kind of fell out of a moving car."

"The door accidentally opened?" he guessed, raising his eyebrows.

"No, I fell out of the window."

He stared at me a while. "You fell out of the window of a moving car."

"Yeah. It does sound ridiculous, doesn't it?" I laughed a little, but he didn't even smile. He looked worried.

"Why does it look so funny?" he asked, indicating to the bandage.

"It wasn't applied right and it's stuck in my bangs," I explained, trying to smooth out my bangs for what had to be the tenth time since the previous night.

Now he was watching a bus pull out of the station and take off. He sighed in what I guessed was relief.

"This guy that I hadn't seen in a long time just got on that bus."

He said it in a way that caught my interest. Like seeing the guy had shaken him up a bit.

"Who?" I asked curiously.

"A guy from one of the schools I used to go to. He was about three years older than I was. Can I ask you something?"

He turned to me and I nodded my head quickly. "Yeah."

He leaned in and half-whispered, "Did you know what oral sex was in the eighth grade?"

He blushed and I fought the urge to grin. "Yeah. Didn't you?"

He shook his head. I looked him over, wondering why he wouldn't have known, and then remembered how he told me he'd spent most of his time hiding in the library. Had he missed out on the things kids learn about in middle school, such as sex, because he was so busy trying to get away from people who might judge him and hurt him?

"Anyway, the guy that got on that bus was the one who told me what it was. He used to say things to gay bash on me all the time, you know, like call me 'faggot' or whatever. But then, after school, when no one was around, he would come on to me and start telling me all this stuff about oral sex and exactly how you do it. He'd try to get me to do stuff with him."

My eyes widened. "You mean...like...," I trailed off.

"Yeah, stuff," Ken replied. He shook his hair away from his face and began to stare up at the ceiling.

I felt a slight rush of something like anger run through me, and I wondered where it had come from.

"You didn't, right?"

He turned and gave me a sharp look, eyes slightly narrowed. I quickly shifted my gaze to the floor, suddenly feeling stupid for saying something like that.

"No, I didn't," he said calmly. I nodded my head slightly, rubbing my arm.

"Sorry, it was a typical stupid Takeru moment."

I glanced up at him and saw that he was grinning in amusement.

"'Stupid Takeru moment?" he repeated. He looked up at the ceiling yet again. "Well, you are a blonde."

I made a "hmph"ing sound. It sounded sissy even to my own ears, but I didn't care. I hated when someone made a comment about my being blonde and connecting it with stupidity.

"I thought you didn't believe in stereotypes and all that crap," I told him.

He began laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. He looked up at me, smiling brightly. I gazed at him, my mouth slightly open. I wasn't used to his switching personalities yet.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I couldn't help it. I don't really believe it, you know."

"What, that blondes are stupid?"

"Yeah." He grinned and looked over my shoulder. "There comes the bus."

I turned back to watch the approaching bus and cursed to myself when I realized I hadn't yet told Ken that I wasn't intending on going with him. I had gotten caught up in our conversation. I turned back to him.

"Ken, I don't think I should go..."

"What? Nonsense. You are definitely coming with me," he said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet as he stood.

I blinked in momentary confusion as he lead me to the bus but then gathered my wits and yanked my arm out of his grip. He turned to look at me, amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"Ken, I really don't think I should go. I'm still hurting from all the bruises and cuts and whatnot I got last night."

Ken sighed, putting a hand on his hip and resting his weight on one foot, making him look totally girly. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not, Takeru."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," he insisted, grabbing me again and shoving me onto the bus. He quickly paid for the both of us and began shoving me all the way to the middle of the bus and onto a seat. He hopped over my legs and sat in the window seat, turning to grin at me. "Told you that you were coming."

My brain sorted out that I was now sitting on a bus that was making its way towards the bridge leading to the island just off the coast of Odaiba. I narrowed my eyes at the grinning boy beside me.

"Ken! I told my mom I was going right back!"

"You can make up an excuse," he replied, as if it was the most obvious and logical answer.

He slid his arm around my shoulders, resting it along the top of my seat.

"Calm down," he told me, smiling, and then he squeezed my shoulder and pulled his arm back off my seat, reaching into one of his pockets to pull out headphones. I realized he had a CD player shoved into one of his huge side pockets. He offered me one of the earplug-looking things, and I took it, grumbling to myself.

I recognized the woman singing in my head and turned to give Ken an odd look. I hadn't known he listened to the music I listened to. He was staring out the window, his hand gently drumming a beat on his thigh. I remembered he was a drummer and smiled. Of course, if he was a drummer, he had to listen to rock music, right? Duh, Takeru.

Courtney Love sang to me as I tried to warm up to the idea of visiting this hospital that Ken was taking me to. I looked forward and saw that it was going to be a while before we finally reached the island, so I tried to get comfortable in my seat. I slid down and pressed my knees up against the back of the seat in front of me, resting my arms crossed over my lap. I was still tired because it was so much earlier than I was used to being up at on a weekend, and my head began tilting to the side as my body tried to relax enough to drift off into sleep.

My eyes shot open when my head came to rest on a soft, cottony surface. I glanced up towards Ken to check if he minded me resting my head on his shoulder, and when I saw he was still staring out the window, as if deep in thought, I realized that I should have guessed Ken wasn't the type to care about something like that. I think I could have sat on his lap and he would still be staring out that window, thinking, looking totally comfortable.

When we finally reached the island, I was half-asleep, and Ken had to shake my shoulder gently to completely wake me up again. I blinked and let my brain take in my surroundings as I straightened up, blushing slightly when I realized I'd had my head on Ken's shoulder practically the entire time we were on the bus. He smiled and shrugged, as if telling me he didn't mind, and then motioned for me to move already.

We got off the bus and I began to follow him down the sidewalk towards a large building that I guessed was probably the hospital he had been talking about.

When we got inside, it was like Ken's entire persona changed. It seemed to me that he knew almost every single person in the waiting room and the lobby. He kept going over to people and saying hello, and then having small conversations that made it seem like they were all great friends. I got tired of following him around and sat down in a plastic seat, pouting. When the nurse finally called my name for my turn, Ken was letting a pregnant teenager chew his ear off about whatever was going on in her life. I decided not to go and get him, following the nurse by myself.

She lead me to a small, white-walled room with a blue curtain hanging on a tall metal rod thing going across the room. She began asking me questions about my current health and then she questioned about the butterfly bandage caught in my hair. I explained to her about the accident and she made nagging sounds.

"It's been applied wrong," she told me. "Who put it on?"

'Yukio, the neurosurgeon,' I thought.

She reached forward to try and get it out of my hair, but I reached up to it before she could touch it.

"I can fix it myself, thank you." I yanked at it to try and show her, crying out at the sudden stab of pain. Blood began dripping down my forehead again as the wound was opened and I felt my eyes filling up with tears as I stared down at the bloody bandage with the blonde hairs stuck in it.

She began making nagging sounds again, turning to rush to the door, and calling out some doctor's name. She came back to me and began trying to calm me down again. I had begun muttering to myself about how I was just trying to show her that I could put it on right.

She kept patting my shoulder and rubbing my back, but I was ignoring her, trying to focus on wiping blood out of my eyes. She went out of the room again, leaving me to sit there and panic about the blood getting on the clean floor and the hospital bed I was sitting on the edge of.

Soon, a tall man came into the room. I assumed he was the doctor.

"Are you the moron that fell out of the window of a moving car and busted open his forehead?"

I narrowed my eyes but bit back any smart comments. "Yeah," I muttered wearily.

He began getting instruments out of a drawer thing in the room and sat down in front of me. "I'm going to have to stitch this up, okay?"

"Okay," I sighed. I knew this would happen eventually anyways.

He got right to work, and I closed my eyes so I just felt little pricks and pulls and didn't have to see anything happening.

"How'd you fall out of a car window, anyways?" he asked. He sounded thoroughly amused by my stupidity.

I made a growling noise. "I don't want to talk about it."

He laughed a little. "Been having bad days?"

I sighed to myself and shrugged one shoulder. "Kind of."

He grinned. "What you need to do is find you one of our floating angels."

I was about to raise an eyebrow when I remembered he was sewing my face up. "What?"

"A floating angel," he repeated. He grinned. "There's always at least one in the waiting rooms. You just have to look for one."

"Angels are hanging around the waiting rooms in this hospital," I repeated dryly.

He nodded heartily. "You just have to look for one," he insisted again.

"Well, what does a floating angel look like?"

"A faggot."

"What?" My eyes shot open again.

"Well, you know that angels aren't supposed to have a gender, right?"

"Yeah." He finished sewing me up and put the little instruments away again.

"Well, they look like they can be either a boy or a girl, so they usually look like a faggot."

I rubbed my arm. "Oh. And what do they do?"

"They help people sort out the junk in their life."

"How?"

"They have their own mysterious ways."

Just then, the curtain was pulled back, and Ken gave me one of his big grins.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

I rolled my eyes, grunting. "Where've you been?"

"I have been making sure the doctor isn't busy and can see you today."

"Doctor?" I pointed towards the man that had been helping me, and Ken shook his head.

"Not that one. The one we are going to talk to about your eating problem."

Just then, the doctor in the room turned around and grinned at Ken.

"Ken Ichijouji! I'm trying to convince this good man that he should talk to a floating angel."

Ken laughed and turned to smile at the doctor. "He doesn't want to?"

I realized these two knew each other. "Geez, you know everyone around here, don't you?"

Ken glanced at me. "Yeah, well, I'm a frequent visitor."

"Why?"

He gave me a sort of sad smile. "The people around here are my friends. I like to visit them as often as I can, just in case I never get the chance to see them again."

It took me a while to realize he didn't just mean them moving away or anything. Some of the people I had seen in the waiting room looked very sick. Sort of like they had a life-threatening disease.

"So where were you before you went to visit this other doctor?" I asked him.

He giggled, moving around to stand behind me. He slid his arms around my neck, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Don't be jealous. I have other friends besides you, you know." He pressed his cheek against mine, giggling again. I tried to look at him without turning my head. I finally figured out that I couldn't.

Ken turned to the doctor again, his smile lightening up. "So, Minoru, how's he doing?"

The doctor, who I guessed went by the name of Minoru around here, laughed a little. "His head will heal, but he really needs to get away from any bad stuff in his life. He needs to find himself a floating angel to help him get happy again."

"Yeah, I thought so, too," Ken replied, looking thoughtfully over at me, his chin in his hand.

I stared at them both. I thought it was a little rude to talk about me like I wasn't even in the room, trying to figure out what I needed to "fix" myself. I hadn't even thought I was "broken" in the first place.

"Hey, Minoru, is Ken a floating angel?" I asked suddenly. I thought of how Ken could easily be a person of either gender, and how I'd been unsure about it at first.

Minoru turned to look at Ken thoughtfully. He reached up and scrunched Ken's face up in his hand, turning Ken's head from side to side, inspecting him. He turned to look at me.

"Nah, he's just a plain fag. Just a gay boy, that's all." He turned to look at Ken again, whose face was still scrunched up in Minoru's hand. "Ken, you a gay boy?"

"Gay is a box," Ken said, looking as if he wanted to start laughing.

"Oh, don't get him started on that," I told Minoru. "He wiggles out of every label you try to slap onto him."

Minoru gave Ken a suspicious look. Ken continued to smile at him.

"You like boys?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes, I love boys."

"You like girls?"

"I love girls."

"You bisexual?"

"Bisexual is a pretty large box."

Minoru let Ken's face go, turning to me. "This boy is just a flaming gay, that's all. Just a plain old run-of-the-mill faggot."

I was still shocked that Minoru would use that word so often to describe Ken and Ken was just laughing about it all.

Ken turned to grin at Minoru again, holding his hand out to be shaken. Minoru took it and shook heartily.

"Well, I'll be seeing you around, Minoru. We've got to go. Kimura-san will get on my case if we're late for our appointment."

"I'm sure she would," Minoru mumbled. He rolled his eyes. "See you, Ken. Goodbye, Takeru. It was nice to meet you. You're welcome around here whenever you want to just hang out."

I wondered to myself why I'd want to hang out at a hospital, but smiled politely. I shook his hand. "Goodbye, Minoru."

I bowed to him and began walking out the door. Ken followed shortly and I began walking beside him towards another part of the building. He waved to people as we passed them by, all of them nurses, doctors, and patients.

"What did he mean by 'hang out'? Why would I want to hang out in a hospital?" I asked him.

Ken smiled but didn't turn to look at me. "Sometimes people hide out here when they want to be alone, and they just sit in the waiting rooms and make friends with the patients and the floating angels. No one kicks you out of this place, because everyone here thinks that everyone in the world should have a place to get away to."

"Does anyone ever sleep here?"

"Some probably do."

I raised both of my eyebrows at him, but he was still smiling and staring forward.

"Hey Ken," I went on, "how come you just brushed off every time Minoru called you a...you know."

Ken turned and gave me a slightly surprised look. "Faggot? In case you haven't noticed, that word is used around here just as loosely as 'bandage'. It's like a term of affection or something."

We got to a door that said "Dr. Kimura" on the golden nameplate stuck on the front of the door. Ken knocked twice and then opened the door, sticking his head in.

"Kimura-san?" he called.

"Ken, come in," I heard a woman's voice call. He opened the door and motioned for me to go in before him. I did, looking around the room and finally settling my eyes on the short woman sitting behind the desk in the middle of the room. She smiled at me, hands clasped on top of her desk.

"Take a seat," she told me.

Ken closed the door behind us and, instead of sitting in the chair next to mine, went to lean back against the wall next to where we were sitting. I gave him a strange look and then turned my attention to the woman who seemed to be studying my appearance.

"Ken tells me you have an eating disorder," she finally said, resting her eyes on mine.

I froze, turning to stare at Ken. He hadn't been over here just to check for an appointment, he came alone so that he could dish information on me to her. He looked up off of the floor to stare into my eyes as if he had nothing to be ashamed of. I turned back to the doctor. She was staring intently at me.

I nodded slowly, picking at the fuzz popping out of the arm of the chair I was sitting on.

"What is it? Anorexia nervosa? Bulimia nervosa?"

"Bulimia nervosa, I'm pretty sure," I replied.

She nodded. "Do you binge-eat and then throw it all up later?"

"Yeah," I said softly. I didn't like talking about it, especially to a complete stranger, even if she was supposed to help me.

I told her about how I would eat tons of food, to the point where I got a stomachache from overeating, and then threw all of my food up some time afterwards. She listened to me, nodding in all the right places, and then took her thin gold-framed glasses off, setting them down on the desk in front of her.

"I have a little test for you, Takeru. You must complete it today," she told me.

I resisted the urge to raise my eyebrow at her. "What kind of test?" I asked.

"Are you hungry?"

I nodded slowly. "I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon."

"Then I want you to go out to a restaurant with Ken. Order something very light, such as an order of cheese sticks, or a side salad. Eat it in small bites, and then don't eat anything else. Try to get your mind off of food after that. If it doesn't make you go crazy with needing to consume more food, you aren't suffering from this eating disorder as badly as you think you are. We need to know exactly how badly it is for you before anything else. If you ever feel the need to throw it up, keep it down as easily as you can. If you simply can't keep it down and throw up anyways, without meaning to, I want you to come straight back here and tell me. Okay?"

I nod, yanking at the fuzz in the arm of the chair again.

She smiled at me in a slightly fake way. I got the feeling that this woman was all about business.

"Good," she said simply. She looked at me for a long time, then looked towards Ken again. When she looked at me again, her eyes were softer and more sincere.

"Look," she said softly, jutting a thumb in Ken's direction, "I trust this guy. He reminds me of one of our floating angels. I get the feeling he really cares about you. If he'll report back to me that you've passed the test, then I won't call your parents and tell them about this, or tell them you should get therapy. Do we have a deal?"

I forced a grin. "Sure. I can pass this test, no problem," I said with well-practiced false confidence.

"Great," she said, leaning back in her seat.

I looked over at Ken and let the panic show in my eyes. I seriously didn't think I could pass this test. Just a side salad to eat and nothing else? And no throwing it up at all? The thought was making my stomach do flip-flops just sitting here. I couldn't say it out loud, though, not in front of her. I shook my head slightly so that only he would see, but the more I shook my head, the more he nodded his. He kept grinning at me, like he knew that I could do it, and he was encouraging me.

He winked at me and I just knew he'd keep sitting there with me even if it took four hours to pass this stupid test. I felt a warm feeling inside of me as he walked over to me and held a hand out to me to help me up, even though he knew I didn't need any help standing up.

I took his hand anyways, letting him lead me out the door, saying our goodbyes to Kimura-san and walking out of the hospital. This time, he didn't wave or say hi to anyone as we passed them by in the hallways. He held my hand the entire time we walked through and out of the doors of the Franklin Hospital.

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A/N: For all you people that have been wanting Daisuke or Yamato to come out...they do! In the next chapter, you'll meet them and see how Takeru does with his little test thing. Wish him good luck. Oh, and have I mentioned that there is going to be Yamasuke? (Surprised?)