A/N: I really forgot about this story... ouch... so I'm sorry about that, hee hee! I'll try to update this regularly again, or at least somewhat regularly. I just managed to dig this chapter out, though, because I'm being swamped with midterms. *cries in pain* So... this chappie doesn't have any Romantica in it, I'm sorry, but we've got good service for you Egoist and Terrorist fans! (Shut up, Rain. Nobody cares.) Ahh. Yes... *flustered* okay, read on!

"Nowaki! What the hell is this?" Hiroki kicked his shoes off near the door, setting down his jacket and frowning. "Nowaki, really," he grumbled.

"Oh! Hiro-san, you're home. Do you want something to eat?"

"No! I want an explanation as to why..." Hiroki waved his arms, "he's here!"

"Ah! Tsumori-san, you mean?" Nowaki's blue eyes glittered with excitement.

"Yes, that's what I mean. Why is he sleeping on the floor? Why is he here?" Hiroki demanded. "We have enough space taken up because of all these damn boxes." He shook his head. "Sometimes, I swear, moving is more trouble than it's worth." It was true- the apartment shift was a huge pain. Loading everything up, moving it, and unpacking it was no easy task.

"Please, Hiro-san, you'll wake Tsumori-san..." Nowaki sighed when he saw Hiroki's resolute face. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you, Hiro-san! But he... got kicked out of his apartment, alright?"

"So he's just going to live with us?" snorted Hiroki. "No way."

"Well, could he just stay for a couple of nights? Please? I don't want to make him go through all the trouble of getting a hotel room. It's much too expensive when he could"-

"Okay, Nowaki! He can stay here! Just shut up. But only until Friday when we move, okay? Then he's gone. Out. On his own."

"Oh, yes, of course!" Nowaki exclaimed. "Thank you, Hiro-san!"

While Nowaki busied himself making dinner, chatting excitedly about how happy he was over one of his very rare, very special off-work days, Hiroki graded papers, every so often glancing over at the sleeping Tsumori.

"Aww, Hiro-san, I'm out of something I need in this recipe. Could you watch the cabbage to make sure it doesn't burn? I'll only be a minute."

"Alright," Hiroki said. Personally, he'd had enough of the leafy vegetable. Miyagi brought leftover cabbage meals for lunch every day, often insisting Hiroki had a bite himself. When Hiroki questioned Miyagi's reasoning for all the cabbage, Miyagi would shake his head and say something about former in-laws. But no need to tell Nowaki all that.

"I'll be back soon," Nowaki promised, closing the door gently.

Tsumori stirred in his sleep, then stretched, then sat up and looked at Hiroki.

"Ah! Hiro-san, how nice," he laughed.

"Ka-mi-jou," Hiroki mumbled through gritted teeth. "My name is Kamijou."

"Of course," Tsumori said. "Greatest apologies, Kamijou-san."

"Wow. Okay, whatever."

"Nice apartment you got."

Hiroki acknowledged the compliment with a curt nod. "We're moving Friday." No need to tell the bastard where, although knowing Nowaki's close connection with Tsumori, the latter would find out soon anyway.

"What?"

"We're moving. On Friday. Do you think we just took all these boxes out and filled them with our possessions for the fun of it?" Hiroki said sarcastically.

"What?" repeated the doctor.

Hiroki turned to face Tsumori. "Are you mocking me?"

"No," Tsumori said, and Hiroki couldn't tell if he heard sincerity or sarcasm in his voice. "But... when Nowaki said he was moving, I didn't know you were, too, Kamijou."

"What?" Hiroki forced a nervous laugh. "Don't be ridiculous. Why would you think that?"

"Well, the other day, Nowaki did mention moving apartments. But he invited me along. So I just assumed, that. That."

What?! Nowaki!

"Hey," Hiroki said, working hard to keep the shock out of his voice. "Can you watch the cabbage till Nowaki gets back?"

Tsumori shrugged. "Thought you were."

"Fine. Screw this!" hissed Hiroki. "Let it burn. I don't give a damn." With that, the angered professor walked out of his own apartment, leaving an amused and satisfied doctor sitting on the floor.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Miyagi almost missed the sound of someone knocking on the door due to the steady rain that had rolled in while Shinobu began to cook dinner. Shinobu's alert gray eyes flicked over to the door. "You expecting someone?"

"No one," Miyagi answered. "Maybe it's Risako, coming to get something?"

"I'll check," Shinobu sighed. "Such a pain."

Miyagi shook his head. "All Takatsukis are a pain, don't you know?"

"Shut it, old man. You can't speak." Shinobu opened to door, expecting to see Risako standing there glowering down on him, demanding that she get back a book she left behind or an old shirt or a paper or whatever.

Instead, a man with messy brown hair, brown eyes and an unpleasant scowl stood before him. His eyes widened in confusion. "Takatsuki?"

"Shinobu, who is- oh. Kamijou!" Miyagi smiled. "What brings you here?"

"I was just- ahem. Well, you see... could I maybe talk to you?"

"Sure. Excuse me, Shinobu. Just a moment."

Shinobu sat down uneasily, wondering why Kamijou-sensei had decided to announce his prescence. Sure, Miyagi's apartment wasn't so hard to find, but why go through all the trouble to have a chat? He'd see Miyagi the next morning.

The two appeared a moment later, just when Shinobu had grumpily started eating some cabbage and rice, Hiroki noticed with a shiver. Former in-laws. Cabbage. Takatsuki. Ohhh.

"Well, Shu, Kamijou's going to be staying here for a couple of days."

"Oh?" Shinobu asked, forcing his face and voice to remain emotionless. "Is that so? Hello, Kamijou-sensei." He's come to take Miyagi for sure! What. A. PAIN!

"Takatsuki? Are you alright?" Shinobu jumped out of his angry thoughts when Hiroki spoke to him.

"He's fine," Miyagi said. "He furrows his eyebrows like you. You see how unhappy it can make someone look?"

Hiroki rolled his eyes. "Okay."

Shinobu frowned and looked back down at his bowl. You might have won position as an assistant professor, Kamijou-sensei, but you haven't won Miyagi yet!