Hi all! I love all your reviews! Don't forget my other story, Carrot Stix! It's completed now already! I hope that you enjoy my new chapters! Oh! Update! I'm starting to work on a new fan fiction that I hope you all will read and like. I will give nothing else away other than the fact that I'm starting to work on it.

Also, I made up Hana-chan, Yuki, and Kota, they will be found no where in the manga (I think). I just thought that it would be a good idea to make up these characters; they needed to be added for my special little twist to work right.

This chapter may be the end of the series, though I might go a bit further… Maybe.

Chapter Five

Kakei ran around the house in a panic, straightening up clean rooms. "Hana-chan will be here any minute now!"

Saiga snatched his lover up in his arms and kissed him lightly. "Don't worry so much, Kakei," He rumbled into his ear, "Everything will be fine."

For the past week after Kazahaya had received the letter, Kakei had been cleaning and preparing for the visit. He was so panicky, in fact, that he hadn't had sex with Saiga in three days, a relief to Kazahaya.

"But she's going to be here soon with her husband soon." Kakei moaned.

"I know," Saiga said softly, "But it'll be alright, you've thought of everything, what can go wrong?"

The doorbell rang and a panicked Kakei jumped. Kazahaya, excited, ran to the door to open it.

"Mom!" He cheered, throwing his arms around the slender woman.

"Kazahaya!" She said cheerfully, dropping the bags she was carrying to return the hug tight. "You've grown so much!" She then released the boy and held him at arms length to study him and smile. "So, where's Kakei-san?"

"Here, Hana-chan." Kakei said as he came into view.

"EEE! Kakei-SAAAANNNN!" She squealed as she ran up to him and gave him a hug. She quickly released him, though, to ask, "Where's your bride to be?"

"Um…" Kakei muttered, "Uh, well, where's your husband?" He didn't want his ex-wife to find out about his sexuality so soon.

Hana-chan laughed. "Out at the car bringing in bags. One minute."

She ran back outside and returned with another arm load of bags and her Yuki trailing after her.

Kakei and Kazahaya looked over the man in surprise. He had short hair, though the bangs were slightly longer and fell in front of his face, which was girly-er than Kakei's, though his eyes were covered in dark sun glasses. His body was slender with curves that would make any girl jealous and, the two men noticed this with shock, breasts that nearly exploded out of the tight, low cut red shirt he wore.

"Kazahaya," Hana-chan said, "I was hoping that you'd call me 'Dad' from now on; Yuki will be your mom. Oh! And you also now have a brother! Too bad that Kota-chan is still at the car."

"Deja-vous," Kakei muttered. He then called, "Love, come here please!"

Saiga came into the entry way. "Hey," He greeted. He then stared and his jaw dropped. "Yuki…?" He asked in shock.

"Saiga?" Yuki asked, "What…why…"

"You married my wife!" Saiga gasped and pointed accusingly at Hana-chan.

"You're going to marry my husband!" Yuki said the same time that Saiga did, though pointing at Kakei. Time seemed to stand still for several long minutes. Kazahaya was probably the most horrified of all of them, though. He had stood perfectly still, mouth slightly open, as his mind tried desperately to make sense of the situation.

Suddenly, a boy who looked much like Rikuo, though a bit older, came into the house, the last of the bags in his arms. "Hi dad," He said to Saiga in the same calm tone that Rikuo used, "Where do I sleep?"

Okay, yeah, I'm going to write more, I like this! Anyways, how is this so far? I hope that that wasn't too much of a twist there; that the two remarried to the other's ex-spouses. I'll be writing more soon, I just wanted to get this out. Maybe when I'm done with this series I'll start a second one about what happens after the ending. I have three endings planned out so far, one that lets Kazahaya live a happy life, one where Kazahaya lives an okay life, and one where Kazahaya is tortured. I can't decide. I'll just let the story choose.