Unbearable:

Chapter Four: Detective Hiroki

Disclaimer: Mentioned in first chapter

Hiroki's POV

I had always thought that Akihiko refrained from talking about his family because he was embarrassed about his mixed ancestry. Now, as his brother and I were pinned to the ground underneath the butler, Master Usami, Akihiko, and that weirdo Isaka, I understood that he never talked about them because they were all FRICKIN' MORONS!

"Get off of me…" I growled, trying my best to reign in my temper. I was almost nose to nose with Akihiko's freaky older brother, and that perpetually and infuriatingly cheerful buddy of his had his elbow digging into my kidney. Not to mention the fact that there was something cold and wet seeping through my shirt. "I said, get OFF!"

There was a frantic jostling of limbs and a chorus of grunts as the impromptu dog pile dissipated.

I glared first at Master Usami, who was trying to maintain a speck of dignity by straightening his tie while the butler was helping Akihiko to his feet. Master Usami cleared his throat and looked at us all. "Is everyone alright?" Haruhiko opened his mouth to retort, but I beat him to it.

"No we're not alright! What are you, stupid? With you and your butler's heavy butts on us, how could we be all right? I'm shocked that me and your businessman wannabe brat are still breathing! Idiot!" I roared. The man was absolutely an idiot, and even if I wasn't telling him the real reason I thought so, I was still going to let him hear it, even if it cost the man his eardrums.

The two Usami brothers stared at me in open mouthed shock, and had I not been so pissed, I would have laughed, like that Isaka idiot was trying not to. Tanaka kept glancing at Master Usami with a worried look on his face as I glared up at the ingrate of a father with so much defiance that it made my chest heave with indignation.

"My apologies, Kamijou-sama." Now it was my turn to gape as the man bowed respectfully. "I could have seriously hurt you. I am sorry."

He didn't rise from his bow. I was frozen until Isaka nudged me in the ribs. I was about to let him have it next, but he jerked his head in the direction of Master Usami, who still had not risen from his bow. I blushed, embarrassed at my own behavior. Despite the fact that I had a rather harsh habit of judging people on the spot, I rarely actually spoke my mind, particularly if I didn't like someone or something.

"No sir, I'm sorry. It's just…there's too much going on here, okay? It's not your fault, there's just too…" I had started defensively, but I broke off as Master Usami leaned in to take a look at my shirt. It looked as though I had spilled water on myself. As everyone started staring at my soaked chest, I turned my embarrassed gaze to the floor. That's when I saw it: a trail of soaked carpet that began next to the fish tank, crossed the room, and continued to snake out the door. I started following it, and after a few shrugs, the others started following me.

I felt a little odd; it was like I was that American cartoon dog; sniffing out clues with the rest of the group trailing along behind me. And, as it was, I did smell something. Not only did I smell something, I heard something. What I smelled was the unmistakable odor of raw fresh fish. What I heard was something that sounded like splintering wood.

As I followed the water, the smell, and the sound, I noticed a couple of things:

1. They were all leading to Akihiko's room

2. As soon as Akihiko saw this, his face paled

3. Isaka-san seemed to have come to some realization that had him fighting not to laugh once more

4. Akihiko's freaky older brother was too busy glaring at his pest of a friend to notice his father glaring at him

5. Tanaka-san had also paled and was tugging on Master Usami's sleeve, trying to get his attention

None of these things seemed very strange at all when I rounded the door frame and came upon what was waiting for us in Akihiko's room.

There, lying on top of an open and empty wooden crate was a brown furball contently gnawing on a gasping salmon, its lower body already helf-eaten. My stomach rolled over as a wave of nausea came over me.

I froze in shock as I tried to process what I was seeing. I felt everyone else's presence behind me as I stuttered out that one word I was looking for…

"K…k…kuma? BEAR?"

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A/N:

Special thanks to puppyfacetwo, freakylemurcat, and Cerberus Revised. You've all been so terribly helpful it just wouldn't do to not thank all of you. n_n

After reading all of your reviews, I reread what I had written and had an everloving fit of giggles at the idea of Tanaka being a ninja. That might have to be one I take up.

Before I continue on with the story, I need to know who's POV readers would like to see next. I like to get a feel for what my readers are looking for, as well as putting my own spin on things. So, basically, this fic is being held HOSTAGE. I hate begging for reviews, but it seems that I may have to make an exception. I hope that I don't have to wait unBEARably long for the necessary feedback. ^-^

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