Author's Note: Sorry guys, this chapter is really short. And by the way, I am updating when I get 7 reviews from 7 different people, so send in those reviews!

Chapter 3

Kyo looked at the small building's address, and the address that was on the clipping in his hand. The numbers matched. This is the place. Well, here goes, Kyo thought, walking up to the doors of the building. There was a small 'Help Wanted' sign hanging in the window that Kyo excitedly glanced at before entering.

There were several doors along the hallway, none of them leading to where Kyo needed to go. Finally, at the last door in the hallway, he knocked three times. He looked at the shiny, bronzed plate, labeled 'Koji Randall', on the door. He watched the label retreat from his vision as the door opened. A balding man with a warm smile stood in place of the door, welcoming Kyo into the office.

"You must be Kyo," the man said, gesturing for Kyo to sit in the free chair in the office as he sat in the one behind the desk. Seeing that the chair was over in the corner, Kyo pulled it closer to the desk and sat down. The man noticed this and said, "Sorry. I keep that chair over there so I don't trip over it. This is a rather small office. Anyways, let's get on with this interview." Kyo nodded, becoming nervous.

"So, Mr. Sohma, why do you want to become a teacher at my dojo?" Mr. Randall asked. "You could have any job you wanted. Why a dojo, Kyo?"

"Well, I've love martial arts. It's always been a passion of mine. I guess I just want to pass on my knowledge to kids who share the same interests," Kyo responded. He looked at his interviewer. Mr. Randall was smiling. He obviously liked Kyo's answer.

"Good answer. Now tell me, how much experience do you have in this field? I like to have my teachers well experienced," Mr. Randall asked.

"Most of my life really. I trained with my cousins most of my child hood, and I have some one on one experience with my previous shishou, Kazuma. So I'd say that I've quite a bit of experience, Mr. Randall," Kyo said proudly.

"That is very impressive, Kyo. Now tell me, is this going to be a long term job for you, or are you just taking the job to get money, and then leave?" Mr. Randall questioned.

Kyo was shocked that Mr. Randall would ask him that. "Of course it's a long term job! Are you kidding me when you ask that? It's the perfect job for me! I have been looking for a job for quite some time now, and I was so happy when I found a job that I could actually qualify for. I want this job more than anything in the world right now, Mr. Randall."

"Very well. It's yours," Mr. Randall said simply.

"Excuse me?" Kyo asked.

"The job; it's yours. You are now one of the teachers at the new dojo in Nagasaki," Mr. Randall explained.

"Did I hear you right?" Kyo asked confused. "The dojo is in Nagasaki? Not here? I thought it would be here! Isn't this building yours? Isn't it a dojo?"

"Okay, I'll answer your questions one at a time," Mr. Randall said patiently. "Yes, you heard me right. Yes, the dojo is in Nagasaki. No, it's not here. No, this building isn't mine, just this room. No, this is not a dojo. Dojos don't usually contain private offices of businesses."

Kyo was still confused. "So you just own this office? Do you have a building in Nag-"

"No more questions," Mr. Randall interrupted. "I will explain to you what the situation is and then- I hope this isn't the case- you can ask any questions you have afterwards."

"Okay," Kyo responded.

"My boss, who owns a chain of dojos across Japan, promoted me," Mr. Randall explained. "He promoted me to manager of the dojo in Nagasaki. He also put me in charge of finding teachers for said dojo. He rented me this office for a short while so I could have a place to interview applicants and set my affairs concerning this business in order. I put out an ad in the paper saying that a few martial arts teachers were needed for a new dojo opening in Nagasaki. It also said that transportation fees to Nagasaki were paid in full and help finding new quarters would be provided if needed."

Kyo only remembered reading about a martial arts teacher being needed. He could have sworn that the ad said the job would be in Tokyo, though. To check, he pulled the ad out of his pocket and read it carefully.

-HELP WANTED-

Martial Artist needed to pass on knowledge

of skills. Must have studied at least five

years of martial arts to apply for position.

New dojo opening in Nagasaki is location of

business. All transportation fees will be paid

in full. Locating a new home for an employee

will be provided if needed. Contact employer,

Mr. Randall, if more information is needed.

Contact info:

PHONE: 639-825-0472

ADDRESS: 762 13th St. Tokyo, Japan

(look for Koji Randall's room)

Damn it. It does say Nagasaki, Kyo thought. Oh well. It's not like I have anyone here I need to worry about leaving behind. My family doesn't need me here.

"So, what do you say, Kyo?" Mr. Randall asked. He had seen Kyo take out the newspaper clipping and the manager wanted to know if Kyo still wanted the job.

"Huh?" Kyo asked, being snapped out of his thoughts. "Oh, yeah. Nagasaki will be fine. I just have to tell my family that I'm leaving. They like to keep track of me." Mr. Randall grew a confused face. "I ran away once, and now they keep a tag on me wherever I go. I really don't want to talk about it. And trust me, I won't do it again, so you don't have to worry, Mr. Randall."

"Fine with me. And it's great that you accepted this job. You seem like the perfect applicant. It will be great having you as an employee," Mr. Randall responded. "When do you think you could make it to Nagasaki?"

"At most, a month. I need to use up this month's rent, get family things in order, and pack my things. So a month, yeah," Kyo responded.

"Well, that's all I needed. You can leave now, but keep in touch. I want to know when I should schedule the flight for you and the other teachers," Mr. Randall said as both him and Kyo got out of their chairs. Mr. Randall then shook Kyo's hand and Kyo walked out the door of the office and back to his apartment.

A week after Kyo's meeting with Mr. Randall, he had his things nearly packed. All he had to do now was tell Michelle that he was leaving the apartment building and talk to his family. He wished he didn't have to do either. Michelle would throw a fit and beg him to stay and he would just feel awkward around his family. He hadn't seen any of them in about five years, except for Tohru, and meeting up with them after those five years would be an interesting experience. But he had to do it, and he was going to.

Kyo decided to visit Michelle first, thinking that she would be easier to deal with than his family. He walked down the steps from his apartment and to the superintendent's room on the floor below. Kyo rapped his hand on the door three times and waited. He only waited about ten seconds before Michelle opened the door for him. That was fast. No scurrying around hiding keys this time. Cool, Kyo thought as followed Michelle's cue to come inside.

Michelle led Kyo to her living room, where he took a seat in a rocking chair and she sat down on her couch. Kyo waited for Michelle to talk first and looked around the room instead. He saw that the pens that had been scattered during the key incident were still sprawled out on the end table. He laughed inwardly.

Michelle didn't notice. "So, what brings you here Kyo?" she asked flirtatiously. She flipped her hair and batted her eyes the way she always did when she was talking to Kyo.

Kyo rolled his eyes and answered her question. "I came here to tell you something." Michelle became excited and urged him to continue. "Michelle, I'm moving to Nagasaki next month. I will use up this month's rent, and by August, I will be unpacked and settled into my new home in Nagasaki." Michelle's face sunk. Kyo could tell she was expecting him to say something other than what he did. He almost laughed again.

"Are you joking me?" Michelle asked horrified. Kyo shook his head. "But why, Kyo? Aren't you happy with m- your apartment?" She had almost said 'Aren't you happy with me?'. She caught herself before she did, but Kyo noticed anyways. He just about cracked up laughing. I really need to control this laughing problem I have, Kyo thought as he held the laughter in.

"The apartment is fine, Michelle. It's just that my new job is located in Nagasaki, and I need a home there," Kyo explained. "You have been a great landlord and I might visit you sometime if I'm in town." He got up to leave. On his way out the door, he turned back. "I'll have my key for you in a few weeks. I'll hand it to you before I leave." This'll get her. "Personally."

Even after Kyo closed the door, he could hear Michelle's giddiness as he walked away. Now that she couldn't hear him, he burst out laughing. He laughed at the scattered pens and at how gullible Michelle was. I think I just ruined and made her day at the same time, Kyo thought, rather confused. On to my family.

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