A/N: So how do you like the story so far? A bit confusing I bet. But I'm glad you stuck with me this far. I've been happy to write this. I am updating my Megaman story too. Don't worry all you Megaman fans out there. And for those of you who hate my OC Amy, either stuff it or leave an e-mail. That goes for TK in this story, as well as Kita, Kura, Niomi, Hikari, and any other OC. I will not be reading flames from conceited idiots who wont leave an e-mail for me to reply to. I am also sick of people who get other people's stories deleted because of a few grammatical errors. All of you know who you are. And you, MODs really should listen to people when they complain.

This has been the rant from your angry neighborhood person, Tk.

I walked over to the mystery book. I looked over it suspiciously. There were drawn pictures on it. I recognized one of me, there was one of Mokuba, and a group drawing, and I saw myself, Mokuba, Kita, and Niomi. The Japanese text on the front read Serenity Wheeler. With further inspection of the drawings, I recognized Serenity's style of drawing.

I picked up the book and hugged it as tears welled up in my eyes. I was surprised, I never cried. When I had myself in check I opened the book. For some reason I decided to start somewhere at the end. So I opened the book at a random page toward the back.

I can't believe Seto had to go. I love him so much. And his little brother Mokuba. But back to Seto. He' s been drafted into the Japanese army to fight for our independence. I'm going to miss him. I can only hope that he comes out alive. For me...for Mokuba.

I remember when I had to leave. I didn't want to, but I had to. Being drafted doesn't leave one with much choice you know. I flipped to the last page.

Seto's been reported MIA (Missing in Action). As far as we know, he's dead. Mokuba's retreated into himself and Kita wont talk to anyone. I can't find the urge to write any further in this. It's dead, he's gone...

I couldn't stand it anymore. I tossed the book to the other side of the room. The front of the book stared at him with the unseeing people on the front cover. I got up and put the book underneath my Math books. That's what got me thinking. How'd it get into my room? I shrugged it off and turned to my side. In no time at all I had fallen asleep.

When I woke up a knock came on my door. I glanced at the clock. It was ten o'clock. I didn't have classes today, which suited me fine. So I got up and opened the door. In front of me was Tk.

"Coffee?" He asked as he held up a Dunkin' Doughnuts bag, and two cups of coffee. I yawned and stepped to the side to let him in. "I wasn't sure if you wanted a doughnut or a bagel, so I got both."

I yawned again and drank some of my coffee. "Why are you here? We don't have class today."

"No," Agreed Tk as he sat backwards in my desk chair, "But I was thinking we could get to work on our English assignment, I'm in your class you know." I nodded. "I'm offering Dunkin' Doughnuts now, and I'm offering Sticky Fingers at lunch."

I nodded again, "But only because Sticky Fingers has the best barbecue. I need a shower, you gonna stick around?" Tk nodded.

"Sure, I'll stick around. I'll get started on my report." Tk smiled a huge smile. I grinned and walked into my bathroom. When I walked out again Tk was playing Vietcong '79, a new PC war game.

"I thought you were working on your project." Tk looked up at me and almost fell over.

"Doesn't taking a shower involve getting dressed?" He asked referring to the fact that I had walked out with only a towel around my waist. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my dresser to pull out today's outfit.

"How's the war game?" I asked and I got dressed, noticing that Tk had returned to blasting Vietnamese bad guys. Tk shushed me for a second as his machine gun ran out of ammo. He commanded his character to roll and dodge the shots taken at him. He picked up an extra machine gun and used up the clip, several soldiers ran out him. He shot nine with a pistol and then knocked out the last one with the butt of the pistol. I watched as the completed mission results rolled across the screen.

"It's great, to answer your question. You ready?" He asked, "Let's take my bike. You look like you could use a good wake-up call." Tk got up and put his laptop away, and slung her 'Hellsing' bag over his shoulder. "Let's rock!" He shouted as he jumped out of room pretending to strum an electric guitar.

After a short, and extremely scary ride, to Sticky Fingers were eating the wonderful barbecue of South Carolina. We were silent until Tk struck up conversation. "Were you in the war?" He asked. I nodded.

"Who were you fighting for?"

"The Japanese," I answered.

Tk smiled, "That's cool. Even though I didn't fight I supported you guys all the way."

"You did?" I asked somewhat surprised.

"Yeah, I worked behind the scenes, basic information reconnaissance from behind a computer."

"Oh," I said, "You kinda remind me of someone I was good friends with before the war." I told him as I pulled my pulled pork into even stringier pieces.

"Oh, who?" He asked.

"A girl named Kita."

"Askakura-Armorage?" He asked and I looked at him with a look of shock on my face.

A/N: Another cliffie, dun, dun, duuun! How does Tk know Kita Asakura-Armorage, Seto's best friend from Childhood? If you want her bio it's in my profile. Oh yeah, and if you ever fo to SC you MUST go to Sticky Fingers. They have the best BBQ.

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