Hola!!! Yes, it is another chapter! It took me sooo looong, but it's here! As I have stated, and will continue stating, I'm trying to make this fit the original story line but because I haven't seen much of the original story line it might be a little off. If you want to help me I'd be much obliged. Still, this is labeled AU and there is a still OOCness, but I hope it's okay. This chapter should be clearer then the earlier ones, but if not let me know. One way or another tell me what you think. I'm still trying. I hope you like! (Once again all begging for reviews will be reserved for the end of the chapter.)

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Frozen Chances

Chapter 4

Pervert! I was talking about the Beach!

After having to drag Muraki halfway there, then assuring and reassuring him that he'll be fine without him, Yuki found himself trying to navigate past the day crowd at the Ko Kaku Rou. Looking around he made sure no one was nearby before he slipped into the kitchen. Inside, people were moving quickly, waiters with trays, chefs preparing food, everyone so into their tasks so that noone noticed him.

He made his way across the kitchen going to the back door to head out to where he would meet his friend. He was about two steps away from the door when a hand halted his progression. Turning around slowly he put on his best smile before realizing who it was. "Ah, Namiko!!" He announced relieved. Although he was glad it wasn't a security guard he was still apprehensive since Namiko didn't look happy to see him.

"Yuki, didn't I tell you not to go through the kitchen? Ever since that time you single handedly destroyed the whole place!" She scolded, eyes narrowed. Giving his best apologetic smile he stepped back, away from her, and looked for all the exits.

"Forgive me, Nami-chan, but I had to get to see Jiri-chan and this was the fastest way."

He explained. Namiko raised an eyebrow. "You're already an hour late. What's another fifteen minutes?" She asked skeptically. Yuki looked down with an expression of mock pain.

"I have an excuse." He said sniffing. His eyes grew wide and he looked as if he were about to cry when Namiko burst out laughing.

"Oi, I have to hear this, what is this excuse?" she asked after she'd finished her laughing fit. Yuki stuck out his tongue childishly before beginning. "Well you see, Uncle Muraki and I had to go eat so when we did we had horrible service and they were slow, then I had to drag…him…here……is something the matter?" Yuki stopped speaking as he noticed Namiko's face was stuck in an expression of utter shock. He almost wanted to get a tape measurer to see how close to the ground her jaw was. "Is HE here now?" she asked and Yuki stepped away from her, again, as she seemed to growl. "Ah….yes…"

He answered once again checking the exits.

"Why I oughta give him a piece of my mind, disappearing and reappearing as often as he did, then just disappearing without a word! Thought he was dead and he oughta be putting Mibu-san through what he has." Yuki watched as Namiko ranted and rolled up her sleeves, seemingly ready to punch something. Slowly he started inching away from her, after he took a step back and his back hit the wall. "What has it been?" Namiko continued on her tirade, "Three years now?"

"Um I'm just gonna…" Yuki began as he was nearly out of her grasp. "Let's go!" Namiko shouted just as he was about to make a break for it. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him back towards her. "Where is he?" She asked angrily. Cowering in fear he could swear she had steam coming out of her ears, and nose. He was definitely going to have nightmares.

"He..uh, he said he was going to meet a friend." He answered. "Then we're going straight to Mibu-san's room!"

Yuki sighed as he was dragged behind his old friend. He really did want to see Jiri, but complaining would make getting dragged around a lot more painful. Taking a look around he noticed that they seemed to be taking the more scenic route to get to Oriya's room. That made sense seeing as customers probably wouldn't take kindly to being interrupted by a boy being dragged by an angry geisha. He hadn't been out through the gardens very often, so he decided to get in some sight seeing. Hmmm, the last time he'd come through here was after he blew up the kitchen and couldn't get away fast enough as to avoid getting caught. Good thing the owner wasn't a very mean person or else he probably be in jail right about now.

Of course he couldn't say he knew the owner very well, since he tried to stay as far away from him as possible, but he knew he had let him go, and that's all that mattered.

"Well it's about time you showed up!" Came a very familiar voice. Yuki looked up, realizing that during his musings he hadn't paid any attention to his surroundings. "You had me waiting for the longest time!" A bright smile crossed Yuki's features as he looked at his best friend who was glaring with mock anger.

"Jiri-niisan! So glad to see you!" he said excitedly. He turned to look at Namiko, who he had bumped into once she stopped, moving. "Why'd you stop?"

"How do you know Sensei?" she asked without turning to look at him. Jiri gasped. "You know Muraki-sensei? Is he okay? Is he alive?"

"Yeah, he's fine. A little anal, but other then that he's okay. You know just the other day he-"

"Don't even start gossiping! I swear you're worse then Syvia." Namiko interrupted. Yuki scoffed. He wasn't nearly as bad as Syvia, who would make up stories then tell them to the person it was suppose to have happened to. "Ch', don't compare me to her. I speak from experience."

"Bull." A new voice commented. The group turned in the direction of their new companion. "Corrine? Where'd you come from?" Jiri asked. Corrine couldn't help but flash a mysterious smile and the group couldn't help but roll their eyes. "I was standing over at the back entrance of the restaurant when you left the building." He answered dryly. "Right, right whatever." Namiko said waving off his answer. "What do you mean experience?"

"Well I¾ "

"Oh, wow, look at the time, gotta go!" Jiri said, looking at her wrist as if it were a watch. "Now you take care of yourself and come and see me again, okay." She said to Yuki with a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before turning and running back to the building. "Wow, I didn't even realize how much time has passed, I better be headed in too." Corrine stated. He ruffled Yuki's hair as he walked by him, before walking stiffly back to the building. Namiko cleared her throat before bowing formally. "I too have to get back to work. Looks like I have to talk to Sensei later." She said as if all her anger was replaced by regret. She too turned and walked back inside.

"I wonder why they all left so fast." Yuki stated before turning and walking into a wall. Scratching his head he stepped back and looked up to see a very tall, very well built security guard looking down at him suspiciously. With an innocent smile he backed away from the man. The guard raised an eyebrow. "Um…Ja ne!" he said turning to run like a mad man. He didn't get the chance; however, as the man grabbed his shirt before he could get to far. "Stupid shirt! That's the second time!" He thought while he said, "My friends are so mean!!!"

***

Oriya's lips quirked up in a smile. "Guess I'm about to meet the boy."

"Will you stop flailing about?" came a choleric voice from behind the door.

"Will you let me go?" came the bored reply.

"No,"

"Then why did you ask a stupid question if you already knew the answer?" was the obviously teenage retort. Oriya raised an eyebrow as he looked at Muraki.

"Yuki?" he asked already knowing the answer. Muraki only smirked and nodded once. Oriya rose and quickly fixed his hair into it's usualy ponytail before walking to the door. He was very aware of Muraki watching his every movement but he chose to ignore the mixed feelings that knowledge brought him. Opening the door he found the scene behind it to be quite comical. He would have laughed if his security guard didn't look so pissed off.

The guard, Rigole, was holding onto the collar of a very pissed teenager. It looked as if he had been struggling for some time, looking at Rigole he noted there were bruises forming and very noticeable bite marks on his hands. He smirked lightly. "Well, I haven't seen you in a while." He stated crossing his arms. "Oi, you remember me! That's a good thing." Yuki stated with an award-winning smile. "Ah yes, I seem to remember a kid who burned down my kitchen less then a year ago." Yuki's smile turned sheepish and he looked around as if trying to find the other teen Oriya was speaking of. There was a familiar sound behind Oriya, and he guessed it was Muraki pretending to try not to laugh. Jerk.

Muraki stood then and joined them looking Yuki over. "I thought you told me you weren't going to get into trouble." Yuki smiled at his 'uncle.'

"Ne, Uncle, I'm not in trouble…yet." Muraki looked to Rigole then to Oriya who was watching him with an unclear expression. "Wow, you two are the hottest thing since Sex in the City aired in Japan." Yuki stated jokingly. Whether he was being sarcastic or serious neither could tell. Muraki turned a 'not amused' glare on him and Yuki looked down, only to keep from laughing.

"Alright, Rigole, I believe we've got it." Oriya stated, much to Rigole's relief. He let the boy go, bowed respectfully and was gone in sixty seconds (no kidding!)

"Ass!" Yuki yelled after him.

"Yuki-" Muraki began but was cut off by a well placed bear hug from his irritatin nephew. "Ne, Uncle, I know what you're going to say! You'll say: 'Yuki why do you insist on being a nuisance?' and I'll answer ' because that's why everyone loves me(*heart*)' then you'll say 'I'd bet they'd love you more if you weren't so annoying,'then I'll say 'but you like me the way I am,' then you'll say¾ "

"Get off." Yuki blinked, confused at first, then surprised, finally he smiled brightly, hugging Muraki tighter. "How did you know?"

Oriya chuckled at the affectionate display infront of him. Muraki looked up and met his eyes and they both shared a smirk. Yuki looked between them both, "Awww, you two are so cute!" He squealed. Both of them gave him a searing glare.

"Is it just me or is it hot in here?" He asked producing a paper fan out of nowhere.After a moment of silence he spoke up again. "Ne, Oriya-san, are you busy next weekend?" Another round of skeptical looks, "Why do you ask?"

"Because Muraki's having a dry spell and he needs to get wet soon. Ow!" Yuki rubbed his head sourly after Muraki cuffed it, hard. "I meant going to the beach, hentai bastard!" Muraki snorted rolling his eyes. Yuki promptly moved away fom his uncle and over to Oriya. "I just thought it would be really cool if Muraki had a friend, cause he's always alone." Oriya glanced at Muraki before looking back at the hopeful, cherubic face of his nephew. "Besides," Yuki continued, "It's my birthday." Sighing Oriya looked back at Muraki, only to find that the silver haired doctor was also considering the workability of this idea. "What time are you going?" Oriya asked, not promising anything. "Yay!!"

Yuki exclaimed excitedly, knowing he'd won the battle. ( And look how quickly you can weasel your way out of trouble)

T.B.C.

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