Guess who is a HOOOORRIBLE PERSON. ME. That's who. Sorry it took me so long to update... like... months... a lot of months. But, I've been struggling in school so I can get into COLLEGE! Yay, I'll be an adult soon. There is sarcasm allll throughout that yay. But, thank you for the reviews, favorites, and all that jazz. This is not my best work. I'm serious. I haven't watch K in forever, haven't even seen the second season. I'm about to start that right now. So, not all the information might not be true. Call me out on it.

So!

Angeletta glanced around the bar full of young men. They all bore the same mark she had on her left shoulder. The small girl who had stayed by Angeletta's side since she arrived back at the bar. "You have very pretty eyes," Angeletta commented. Anna smiled brightly.

"Thank you." Izumo washed yet another glass – which is what he always seems to be doing. He didn't mind, considering the bar was his pride and joy. However, a while back something else caught his eye. The woman who sat on the couch off to the side captivated him. She was sweet, spunky, and a hell of a girl. Her dark blue eyes glanced over to him, and he sent her a smirk.

"Anything coming back to you Angel?" He questioned.

Angeletta shook her head. "Not yet. However, I think I would remember such captivating eyes." She spoke, poking Anna's forehead.

Mikoto watched the two girls talk and play with each other. He was quite worried that Angeletta's memory loss would play a toll on Anna – however, their relationship was still quite strong. However, he didn't know if he could say the same about Kusangi's relationship with Angeletta. Mikoto placed his cup of liquor down on the bar, and looked over to Izumo. "Are you worried?" He questioned.

Izumo paused, but then shook his head. "No, why would I be? The doctor said her memories would come back."

"Should come back." Mikoto corrected.

"They will." Izumo replied, looking back over to Angeletta who smiled lightly. The bar doors slammed open, causing Izumo to look over to the culprit with narrowed eyes. The brunette haired boy who was somehow, nowhere to be found was in the door way. "Tatara," Izumo grumbled.

Tatara, ignoring him, simply ran over to the dark haired girl and swept her up in his arms. Angeletta's eyes widen, confused about the situation that was happening to her. "Angel!" The boy yelled, holding Angeletta's tighter and tighter with every second. "I was so worried about you!"

Yata angry that this was the first time Tatara showed up during this whole debacle stood up. "Where were you, huh?!"

Tatara paused, ceasing his frantic swinging of his arms. "What do you mean? I haven't been gone that long -"

"Ang was out for a day!" Yata yelled bitterly. "And you weren't there for a single second!" Before Tatara could speak, a muffled set of words came out from Angeletta's who face was pushed inside Tatara's chest.

Izumo sighed. "Please stop suffocating her." Tatara chuckled sheepishly and set Angeletta down. She took a deep breathe, placing a hand on her chest. "Now what was it that you said, Angel?"

"I said," Angeletta paused taking another deep breathe, "maybe he had a good reason to be gone. I'm not that pissed -"

"You don't even remember him!" Yata yelled.

Fushimi fed up with Yata's loud yelling, slapped him on the back of the head. "Shut up, Misaki."

Yata snapped towards him as Angeletta shivered from the young boys words. "Don't call me that!"

Tatara glanced down at Angeletta confused. "Why'd you shiver?" He questioned quietly.

"Why does he say it so weird." She muttered in reply. Tatara laughed, throwing his arm around her shoulder. She watched as Yata and Fushimi got into a yelling match, and how Izumo continued to tell them not to hurt his bar. "Is this what it's like everyday?"

Tatara hummed. "You got used to it. But then again, you were the only one who could calm down your boyfriend." At those few words, everyone paused. Angeletta's eyebrows furrowed as she glanced up at the young boy.

"I have a boyfriend?"

Izumo slapped his forehead as Tatara looked around. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "You . . . you guys didn't tell her that?" he questioned.

"No," Izumo muttered. "We were gonna wait." Angeletta slowly raised her hand. Izumo, not even bothering to look up, spoke. "What, Angel?"

"I have a boyfriend?" Came her reply, once again.

Izumo placed his glass down, and nodded. "Kind of . . ."

Her left eyebrow shot up. "Kind of?"

"Yeah, you guys didn't really make it official." Yata spoke.

Angeletta licked her lips, then pointed at Fushimi. "It's not creepy over there is it?"

Fushimi narrowed his eyes, pissed that she called him creepy. The rest chuckled. "No." Izumo told her. "Can we talk in the back -"

"It's Izumo!" Chitose yelled. Izumo glared at him, sighing deeply.

Angeletta glanced over to Izumo. "You?"

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"How long?"

Izumo shrugged. "More or less . . . four years."

Angeletta's eyes widen. "Four years!" She yelled. "How much did I forget!"

"Well considering you don't remember any of us, about five years." Fushimi mumbled.

"Okay . . . five years, that's not to long. Five years. Five years." Angeletta repeated. Angeletta chuckled. "Who am I kidding? Five years?! That's forever ago! I don't even remember coming here to Japan! God dammit!"

Izumo grimaced as she began to rant to herself. The other clansmen watched with careful eyes. Soon, a red glow began shine around her. Izumo, carefully walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Angel, calm down. You're very unstable." She paused, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Mentally? Are you calling me crazy-"

"No, your – I think it's time we have a talk about this." He prodded her shoulder. She glanced down to the mark.

"What? I thought it was just some stupid matching tattoo shit, we all got roped into." She muttered.

Izumo chuckled. "No. That's a mark, that signifies that you are a clan member. A member of HOMRA."

Angeletta blinked. "I'm in a gang?"

"No. You're in a clan."

"Which is like a gang."

"No. Angel. The Red Clan, is run by the Red King, Mikoto."

"The gang leader."

Yata sighed loudly. "WE ARE NOT A GANG!"

Angel blinked at Yata, before turning towards Izumo. "Continue."

"When you are apart of the clan, you receive this mark. This mark allows you to access a certain aurora, ours just so happens to be fire. You, always had an act for not being able to control it too well. I think, without your memories, you're more unstable then ever."

"So..." Angel muttered. "I moved to Japan, got into a gang, got a boyfriend, this said gang has powers, and I work under a king?"

Izumo shrugged. "More or less. We met, before you got into HOMRA..."

"That's fair." She replied, sighing. She placed her hands on her forehead. "This is so much to take -" A sudden pause.

Izumo furrowed his eyebrows. "Something wrong?" A blush crept up Angel's cheeks as she pursed her lips. "What's wrong?" Chuckling, she shook her head. "Come on Ang, just tell me."

. . .

"Am I still a virgin?"

I didn't edit. I never do until stories are fin. :) Hope you enjoy it. Be nice to each other and have a great day/night/evening/morning/sleep/ etc/