So it was a less than understanding Joshua that greeted the unfortunate opener of the door. "Hello Mrs. Sakuraba, absolutely horrible to meet you in person. Now run along and pack your bags, I have some things I need to discuss with your ex-husband."

With a look of befuddlement and fear the identified Mrs. Sakuraba began stammering, "Why would I leave my husband? He is very caring and supportive and –"

"Look, you know he's horrible, I know you know he's horrible, can we move along?" Joshua is hardly the type to beat around the bush. He is the person that would set the bush on fire.

With a slightly bewildered look, the soon to be ex-Mrs. Sakuraba left to pack her things and prepare to start her life anew. It was at this point that Neku caught back up with Joshua. Josh had entered the elevator of the apartment complex ahead of him and allowed the doors to shut without letting Neku in. Neku then had to climb several flights of steps to get up to his floor. He arrived just in time to catch the tail end of the former two's interactions.

"You imprinted her didn't you!" it without question that Neku was not in the best of moods.

"Naturally. Can you imagine how long it would have taken to get her to do it herself? I would have been talking in circles for hours and that would have just wasted everybody's time." With a haughty sniff Joshua proceeded farther into the apartment until he encountered the unpleasant stench of alcohol.

If I had needed any more evidence that the man before me deserved everything I could dish up, it was promptly presented by the way the man's face turned a rather unpleasant puce as soon as he laid eyes on me. I'm sure the stomp forward he took was meant to be intimidating, but when one has advanced to as high a position as I have, they become very tired of such amateurish posturing. Honestly, the man couldn't even manage a passable sneer. This was quickly moving into pathetic territory.

"Who the hell are you?" Ignorant of how deeply in over his head he is, Mr. Sakuraba squares off against what is to him, a frail teenager.

"Yoshiya Kiryu but I tend to go by Joshua although Neku does call me Josh on occasion. You on the other hand may refer to me as Merciful Overlord. If you cooperate you might leave this with only minimal maiming as opposed to full out annihilation."

"Now see here you little shit, I could beat your scrawny ass blindfolded –" Mr. Sakuraba was suddenly cut off by a blinding white light accompanied by a loud boom. When all involved could see again, a very fried Mr. Sakuraba was revealed to be slumped ungracefully where he was once standing.

"Well I did give him a chance, hardly my fault if he was too stupid to accept it." With a shrug Joshua continued on through the apartment making no effort to avoid stepping on the man in the middle of the room.

"Did you just Jesus Beam him? Oh my God you did."

"Quit hyperventilating dear, it's very unseemly. Now that all that is out of the way your guardianship will be transferred over to Hanekoma –"

"Mr. H? Why would he do that?"

"Do stop interrupting its very rude not to mention annoying. Now as I was saying I'm sure Hanekoma would be happy to nurture your budding artistry and I'll take care of all relevant documentation. There is a spare room at his café that he has been meaning to do something with for ages. This will finally give him an excuse. Not to mention the few customers he has absolutely adore you." As Joshua talked, he found what was obviously Neku's room and began snooping ahem packing Neku's things.

"Well it's either that or bunking with me at the Dead God's Pad, your choice."

"I hate you so much." But the grin on Neku's face seemed to negate the harshness of his words and it was a much lighter feeling Neku who showed up with all of his stuff at Hanekoma's café.

- Apologies for how long this took. Quick question though, would you like just one more chapter to wrap things up or would you like me to continue and see where the story goes? I have some more ideas but don't really have anything long term. Can anyone imagine overprotective papa!Mr. H who has no idea how to handle suddenly being responsible for a teenager? Drop a comment with your opinion if you're interested.