Yo again. These are like, lazy-Kurmoi updates, but what can you do? Just so the pace slows down a bit and you guys can actually come here without there being like, ten million new chapters of this story here.

Ah, Nashi, I haven't said how much I love the name Ashley. It really suits him. Poor Ryu, must suck to be you. Especially if you're standing RIGHT next to Bayman and call him Ashley. –evil grin- Must try that sometime…

Umm… Mask, you're kidding, right? This is me… at the rate this story's going; you'll be waiting a while. And you still read this why? It seems to annoy you so much but you still keep on reading? You're a trooper.

Oh, Wolf… I do. Yes, there's that little evil part of me that likes watching Ryu squirm (only a very little part! The rest is too busy going "EEEEE! RYU!!!!!" to really care about anything else). Speaking of Ryu… HE'S BLUE! WTF?!?! –Sigh- As I said before… must suck to be Ryu…

Lol, Gouki, camp? Eh… trying to be polite… it sucked. That said… I love my shat hitting the fan. Only problem is it bounces every so often. Ah well… new level of understanding? Who, ME??? –Looks around the room innocently- Not a chance!

Escawing: Lol! How could I ever stay away from you guys? You rule!

That said… (I like saying that, I've noticed…) hope you enjoy. Ha ha!

For a long time after Ken had left, Ayane had sat there, sipping her coffee. Ryu had killed his own mother? No, that was not possible. That arse was too… too… too gentlemanish to do something like that. But Ken hadn't been joking around when he said what he said.
Shit shit shit! What the fuck am I going to do now?

Pulling her phone out of her bag, Ayane hurriedly tapped out Lisa's number.

"Hey bitch? I need to party,"

"Come on Ayane, we have to go, NOW!"

"Wait a fucking minute, bitch-face!"

Carefully she applied the last of the eye shadow. Pulling the lid of her favourite lipstick, she smoothed the silver white colour over her lips. Wearing the 'Hayabusa' top, she was dressed to party with white calf length stiletto boots and a mauve mini skirt.

And when I mean mini, I mean mini fucking mini.

Coming down the stairs, she poked her tongue out at Lisa who was wearing some black leather… contraption.

"I am not going anywhere with you wearing that! What the hell do you call that anyway? A fucking boot-strap? Or less?"

"Hey slut-bum, I went shopping with a necrophiliac wannabe, cut me some slack!"

Ayane grimaced, it was true, at least to some extent. Scowling enough to sour milk, she snatched up her bag and stalked out the door, Lisa behind her, still laughing.

The second they walked through the door, the smell of booze and smoke hit her in a wave. Inhaling it deeply, she stepped past someone throwing up in the hall way and made her way to the lounge room. Everyone that wasn't smoking or drinking was dancing, and some people were even managing to swirl around with a can or glass of something held high above their heads.

"Zack's here," Lisa whispered in her ear.

Revolving slowly, Ayane could see Zack at the far side of the room, all over some ditzy blonde.

"I don't give a shit if the ho-faced bastard is here or not!"

What happened to staying loyal to Hitomi, anyway? So much for that.

"Just letting you know, biatch,"

Shooting Lisa a dirty look, Ayane pushed her way over to the drinks table. There were shot glasses filled with vodka and something else on the table, and after a couple, the sensation was mind-numbing. Ayane swayed and swung with the crowd, the music pulsing through her body. Suddenly, Zack was there, his fingers beckoning. Scowling, she pushed him away, but he came back, his hands insistent, his eyes boring into hers.

"Leave me alone, prick,"

"C'mon Ayane, you know you want me…" Zack's voice was fuzzy with drink.

"I want you like I want a freaking wheel in my rear. Now fuck off!"

Turning away, she tried to push her way through the crowd, leaving Zack yelling incoherently after her.

Bastard, who does he thinks he is, cracking on to me like that! Fucking prick, I'll stiletto his balls next time he tries that! Lisa will know what to do. Where is Lisa anyway?

Stumbling through the crowd, she pushed her way down the hall, opening various doors in search of her friend.

In here? Nope. Here? Oops, sorry 'bout that. Next time lock the door. Damn, my bad… is that a sexual position or a fuckin' arse… let's leave that there. How about this one… what the?

Ayane stood in the open door way, her mouth wide with shock. Ryu was on the bed with some random chick, all tangled in sheets and clothes. Ayane's face clouded over with anger, betrayal and hurt.

"You fucking bastard, don't you ever fucking come near me ever again!"

Spinning around, she slipped on the wooden floor, falling hard to her knees. Tears sprung to her eyes but she brushed them away angrily, trying to maintain her dignity as she stood and stormed out, away from him.

"Ayane," he called after her, struggling to be free of both the sheets and the girl, "Ayane, wait!"

Tripping over his own feet, he rushed into the hallway. He could see Ayane pushing her way angrily through the crowd, grabbing an attractive brunette in the process. He could hear her voice, even through the crowd.

"C'mon, Lisa, we're getting the hell out of here,"

"But wait, Ayane-"

"No," From where he was, he could clearly see her grab the girl known as Lisa's arm. "We leave now. Right now. Take your bondage outfit, stop trying to get a lay and come with me,"

Finally, he threw open the door, following her outside, putting a hand on her shoulder. Ayane brushed it away furiously.

"Please Ayane, listen to me,"

"What about you fucking listen to this, bitch!"

She reached out a hand to slap him, but he caught it before she could. "Ayane, please,"

"Stop trying to 'please' me, Hayabusa. I don't want or need your pathetic, whiney excuses. Believe me, I've seen enough to last me a fucking lifetime. Shut your mouth and quit while you're behind," she snatched her hand away from his grasp, wiping it against her shirt as though he had fouled her up.

"Ayane, why can't you just swallow your pride and listen to me?" he exclaimed exasperatedly.

"Don't talk to me! You're a fucking monster. Not only are you slutting around and making out with some girl you don't even know, no doubt-"

"We didn't do anything-" he protested mildly, but was cut off by her malicious retort.

"You know, I might not be perfect. Hell, I'm far from it. But at least I didn't fucking murder my mother, arsehole,"

Picture it like the Sims. Relationship goes down about what... 100 points? Uh, never mind me. Yeah, I like the dramatic stuff... but I'm an angst-writer turned everything-else writer. What do you expect? Sorry, Mask... :)