If we're being completely honest, I'm a little iffy about this chapter.

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-Funny

P.S.- Some stuff is coming up in the real world, and I might not be able to update as frequently as you've seen thus far. Apologies.

Minato rolled his neck around, and for the first time in a day, smiled. He moved about with only a slight amount of effort after the combo of hot pads and the pain medicine in the cough syrup, and it was, admittedly, nice to move around without feeling like he was getting stabbed hundreds of times. Deciding it was time to push his luck a bit, he got up and stretched out his compacted muscles, sighing happily as he felt his joints popping, and wincing at the slight twinges of pain that still lingered.

He looked around, and decided he should find something to do. Inside his room, of course. Mitsuru had forbidden him from going outside, something about not wanting to get germs everywhere. Minato shrugged, and kept looking around, his eyes finally landing on the small bookshelf he kept in the corner. He knelt down, and looked around for a suitable companion for the long hours.

"Nope, nope, read it this week, no, nope, he dies at the end… No, no…"

Minato sighed as he stared at the familiar titles. As much as he loved his books, he had already read everything here cover to cover at least twelve times. He glared at the rain and wished he had gone a week ago to pick up some new materials at Bookworms. Going now was certainly out of the question. And as nice as Yukari was for getting him all the medicine that he, or the dorm, could ever want, he highly doubted that she was up for round two. Not to mention Mitsuru would murder them both for it.

He straightened up and decided he could at least turn on the television. There had to be something on.

His finger was reaching for the power button when he heard somebody knocking at the door.

Immediately, Minato went, as quickly and as quietly as he could, back to bed. He didn't know if Mitsuru's instructions meant he couldn't leave his bed, and he decided not to take his chances. He'd never heard what happened to people when Mitsuru got ahold of them, but he noticed the shudder and pale white shade of Akihiko's skin when he had asked him. He straightened the covers, and sat up straight.

"Hey, it's Ken. Can I come in?"

Minato let out a pent up sigh of relief. Ken. He could keep his head on his shoulders after all.

"Sure, come in."

The door opened, and in walked Ken. He had a gigantic book slung under his arm.

He winced, thinking of some… particularly painful memories.

"What's up, Ken?"

Ken smiled at their leader.

"Well, I thought that since you're up and about, you might welcome a bit of new reading material. Here."

Ken held out the thick tome, and Minato gratefully accepted it. Ken hadn't been on the team for a particularly long time, but he had taken a shining to the boy. In a way, he sort of reminded Minato of himself at his age. A kid trying to play at being a grown-up. 'Trying' being the operative word. He was still a kid. He still watched Featherman R, read some kid's mangas, and got all excited over the littlest things.

To be fair, though, that also fit Minato. He just enjoyed the air of quietude that came from being a sullen figure sometimes.

Ken tried to cover up these childish tendencies, but he didn't do a very good job of it. The consequences of not being able to afford cable like the rest of S.E.E.S., really. He had to watch Featherman downstairs, when nobody was around. Or, when he thought nobody was around, at least.

Funny thing was, Ken apparently expected him to laugh. He often wondered what was up with that. If anything, it put a common ground between the two allies, creating a steady, mutual trust.

Oh well.

As Ken took his hands off the book, Minato raised an eyebrow as the book dipped awkwardly in his hands. The weight of the book felt weird It was far less heavy than it should have been, and it made an odd clunking noise when it shifted around.

He opened the book carefully.

Inside, he saw that the book was hollowed out.

And the contents were mind-blowingly epic.

Magical Witch Detective Loveline, volumes one through four.

Ken, while Minato's mouth was open, walked over to his TV and switched it on. Pressing a few buttons, he arrived at the channel he wanted. Five.

In the corner was see-through lettering: FEATHERMAN R ALL-DAY MARATHON.

Ken cleared his throat. "You realize, of course, that this can never leave this room?"

Minato smiled at his friend. "Of course."

Ken turned around, and started to walk away. "Just remember, you're only borrowing them."

Minato grinned like a madman. "Got it."

And with that, Minato got cracking on his reading. Looks like today was going to be an interesting day after all.

Hopefully not as interesting as yesterday.

He shuddered and cracked open volume one.

Maybe he could figure out the culprit before Loveline could.

I picture Minato as more of a fun guy to be around, once he opens up to you.

Eh. One man's opinion.

Please Review.

-Funny