A/N: There is homage paid to a part of episode 13 in this, so you may get some feels.

A/N: I felt this chapter was so precious... but I've reread it so many times, I'm tired of looking at it now haha. I hope it's able to be read and understood. I got really carried away with the English language in this one...haha...

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Necessity

Chapter 3

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For nearly half an hour the two of them had gone back and forth like adolescents, challenging themselves to binge-drink more than the other. Had they not been kings and had a higher endurance for things, they would not have lasted 3 minutes with such reckless behaviors. At its conclusion, and after all of Munakata's alcohol had been eradicated between them, both regals exhausted themselves and ended up resting together like long lost lovers on the sofa. A silken clump of ebony locks splayed against Suoh's chest as Reisi's heavy head laid lazily against it. One hand laid limply atop the red-head's lap while his violet eyes played about the large TV in front of them. Suoh's arm coiled loosely around Reisi's shoulders as he sat crossed legged with his back to the cushions and small couch pillows. Such positioning was odd for them considering how natural it would have been, and more sense it would have made, if they actually were a couple. Nonetheless, neither one of them raised a complaint, tolerating the other's company while their minds calmed and their stomachs settled. The pair spent the next hour and a half watching some sappy love flick that Reisi's reasoning for having was disguised as being a movie that Seri heavily insisted he borrow. It obtained much respect and admiration from him and he had viewed it many times. And as always, even while intoxicated, the film still moved him to tears like a teenage girl watching an angst-heavy soap opera.

"Are you crying, Munakata?" Suoh's raspy question earned an immediate snappy response.

"Shut up. Of course not." Amazingly, the drunken man was able to keep his words properly threaded together for the moment. This amused Suoh as much as the response he was given; he laughed lightly and tugged at his top, "My shirt is wet..."

"You must be sweating then."

"Aheh...I don't think that's very correct...Munakata..."

"Shut up, I said. This is my favorite part..." he countered, altering his positioning slightly so that he could view the screen more comfortably. Had anyone walked in and saw for themselves, they would have sworn Munakata was snuggling against the other male. Suoh either didn't realize or didn't choose to, and took notice of what was just spoken, "Ohh? So you do own this mov-"

"My favorite part! I said it was my favorite, not my most favoriteSuohhh..." Munakata dumbly slurred together in nonsensical gibberish that fluctuated in uneven pitches, "Such a terriblelistneryouare. AndItoldyouImborrowingit. Sostoptalkingtome."

Clearly, his wits were currently lacking. Not even Munakata could keep up a front under the influence of alcohol for long. Or perhaps that along with being held by his other had something more to do with it? Either way, him not monitoring all that he did was something new. Suoh peered down at the male in his arms with a cross of curiosity and dubiousness. What could he say to gibberish?

"Uh... is that so?..." he hesitantly uttered lower than intended. He began to feel a bit out of place from not being drunk enough to speak the same "language". It was then that a sudden muddled thought trespassed through his mind.

What was he doing here watching this movie and why wasn't Munakata naked?

To judge past the sheer vulgarity of such a topic, whenever the two of them met someplace private, the end result was them tangled in the sheets side by side. Or if not that, at least one of them would provide a very well-received "service". Today was the first time they had been so close and not even hinted at unclothing the other. This fact didn't really bother Mikoto, but it was certainly a quaint occurrence. Another uncommon trait was the nature of how near they were. He was more casual towards it but Reisi's behaviors let more seep through his mask of indifference than usual. He was practically embracing Suoh. Again, not that he minded; it was just apparent. He had only seen the aloof combatant this vulnerable between dusk and sunrise. He should have known that the alcohol would have loosened him up this much. This situation could have been taken advantage of in many manipulative ways. Suoh also could have announced his leave, gotten up and left Munakata in an intoxicated, brooding heap. But instead, he chose to content himself being humorously lied to by the absurd man in his arms. Maybe the entertainment of dealing with such a complicated individual was more rewarding to Mikoto he ever let on?

And speaking of entertainment, just what was this stupid movie about anyway? Munakata was immensely into it while all it was good for to Suoh was nearly putting him to sleep. The only part that garnered any semblance of attention from him was a tragic scene where the lead had to kill their lover in order to save millions- choosing the lives of many over that of one. The last words spared were for their daughter. That particular instance made Suoh stare unblinkingly at the screen until the lover finally died. The one left behind carried the burden of returning to the ones they saved with loneliness as their victory. That scene actually brought a chill to his heart and his brows knitted in a cringe.

Incidentally, he felt another moist patch start to spread on his shirt, causing his necklace's tassles to stick to his skin, and he glanced down, "Munakata..."

There was a soft and quick sniffle before the sonorous voice presented its denial, "I'm not crying! I am definitely not crying!"

"Look at me then..." Suoh coaxed, gently raking his fingers through Reisi's hair. In doing so, a flurry of memories spurred from such a simple action. The last time his hand lingered there, Reisi was on his knees, grinning up at him while easing a thick mouthful down his throat. The sheer thought forced Suoh to reposition himself slightly, raising Munakata's body along with him in the process. Despite the jostling, Reisi still delivered his decisive answer,"No."

"Why not?"

"The movie isnot overyet..." he partially tripped over his words again, nuzzling his cheek against the fabric of Suoh's shirt without fully realizing.

"You've obviously seen it a million-"

"IsaidnoIrefuuuuuuse..."

"...Ahh..." Suoh sighed. There was no point in pressing matters and he didn't feel like getting up from his spot. He couldn't exactly explain why, but in this moment, he was at peace and was happy. Eventually, he allowed his eyes to shut and simply relaxed. After a short while, his ears picked up what sounded like a song fitting for the ending credits and another flicker of a sniffle.

"Mm?"

"...Suoh..." Reisi murmured through unmoving lips; his arms encircled the other tightly in a drunken hug. "Nnnmmmmmnnn Suoh..."

"What now..." was the terse reply. Glad the movie was finally over, Suoh opened one eye and peeked down at the man who was practically clinging to him There was a piece of stillness and silence for a moment, before Munakata's elaborate hairstyle began to move. Slowly, the blue king pushed himself up to a sit: one leg curled beneath him while the other dangled over the sofa's edge. Through misted glasses, he squinted at Mikoto, "You're warm.. Too warm. ...Always too warm...!"

"Ahh...and that's where all this 'sweat' came from right?" Suoh teased with a grin, pointing to his tear-soaked top. Then, his expression altered to a more serious one, "You look awful... Sound pretty bad, too."

"Haha...Nonsense, I'm fine..." Munakata attempted a halfhearted smile that wavered at the corners. His vision then dropped to his hands atop the cushion and he sighed. There was no point in keeping up a denying charade with Suoh around, "...Actually, I feel quite awful, yes. But then, what else is to be expected when you down several bottles of alcohol in a matter of seconds..." he confessed in a shaky voice with the broken attempts of a smirk. Had he not possessed the amount of control that he did, he would have regurgitated those words all over himself just then. Why was he even thinking about it? His head swam in far too much pain to be engaging in anything other than breathing. And shallow breathing, at that. But, of course, he was too proud to let that show.

Suoh scoffed in disbelief, "YOU were the one who felt the need to outdo me, drinking every bottle in sight so I couldn't! Whose bright idea was that, huh!?"

"That would be mine," Reisi smiled weakly, still looking down.

"... You could have really hurt yourself, you know..."

"So could you," he looked up.

"How sweet of you to care," Suoh jeered in monotomy, adverting his gaze. He didn't show it, but he actually did appreciate the concern, "Never do that with me again."

"You're chastising me?! Ugh..." Munakata groaned throatily and dropped his head in his hand. The migraine he caused was becoming a little to much to handle at the moment. Mikoto's eyes trailed over to him for a moment. He lifted a hand and patted him a little heavily on the back. It was to console him, albeit a bit reluctantly. By the 3rd pat, Reisi grasped Suoh's bangled wrist to stop him, "Enough of that. Please. Any more and I'm going to..." His statement was halted by throwing a hand over his mouth to keep any and all contents within his stomach. Almost curios to know what would happen, the thought to give Munakata one final hard slap on the back crossed Mikoto's mind. But the urge dissipated into an amused snort instead. Reisi continued, "Although, maybe I should...seeing how you're the reason as to why I'm in this condition," he murmured from behind his grasp; his eyes lingered in a nondescript section of the couch, "Had it not been for you not intending to down the majority of my alcohol so early-"

"Me?! I wasn't the one who drank a good 70% of it all! There were only two bottles that I was gonna drink from. You even took one of them from me! And then you drank far more than I did!" Suoh accused, and quite rightfully so.

"And why didn't you stop me?!" Reisi tossed back, lowering the hand from his mouth to prevent them from sounding muffled.

"You were paying for your lesson to me with one of your own. You've bitten your own tail. Deal with it."

"Correction. YOU deal with it as well."

"Huh?"

To empower his emphasis, Reisi pressed both palms against the cushions and leaned in closer to leer up at Suoh, "I said you will deal with it as well. You're as much to blame for getting me into this mess as I was to foolishly indulge in it," Then quickly, he changed the subject, "Why is it that I'm always the one to suffer misfortune because of you? How unlucky! Your lucky color should be black. An abyss! Tomorrow, I'll visit Homra to personally deliver several black cats to your room!"

"Huh?!" Mikoto repeated, "Black cats?"

"Indeed. You disagree with me, then? Very well. I shall double the number. And I will also set up large mirrors on each wall of your bedroom. Perhaps a few on the floor so that you will have no choice but to step on them and break them all!"

"..." Suoh sighed. He didn't even feel bothered enough to roll his eyes at Reisi's irrelevant blathering. It tended to occur most when Reisi was nervous, expectant of something or uneasy. Unfortunately, when around him alone, such a thing happened often.

Perhaps he really was unlucky.

"The next time you deem to visit here, I shall be more prepared. Yes. Perhaps I should offer you a basket packed with your favorite bourbon and include a mirror along with a good luck charm to balance your misfortune. I can be a nice guy like that sometimes, you know. Don't you agree?"

"I honestly have no idea what you're rambling about, Munakata."

Reisi blinked. Exasperated, he pressed his back against the sofa and closed his eyes, "Being with you causes me to do heedless things and I don't give them a second thought. You are a terrible influence to me," he forced out; traces of regret were embedded in his conformation from having to voice it.

"Uh huh," Suoh agreed, even though he wasn't sure how to take that. He glanced to the emotional fool next to him out the corner of his eye and wondered why he ever bothered to put up with him. Munakata seemed far too gifted at pushing others away when his heart cried out for the opposite. Maybe he was the unlucky one instead. Or, suppose they both were unfortunate? Did that mean they canceled the other's negativity out? Perhaps, they just two of the same? Were they so similar that their individualities blurred together to form a single entity?

More importantly, who cared?

"I did really do it for you, Suoh," Munakata confessed in a defeated voice. He almost sounded disappointed with himself for both his behaviors as well as his relinquished statement. Confused, Suoh stared blankly at the other male. Reisi's head was now lowered; his dark bangs camouflaged his downtrodden guise. His shoulders twitched. Suoh had seen these patterns far too much on his other, despite Munakata believing he could hide any emotion well. The fact was he could. But he hid them too well, to the point of the container he kept them hidden away in was overflowing and cracking at the sides.

With a heavy groan, Mikoto brought a hand to Reisi's arm and shook him lightly, "Cut it out, would you." It wasn't a request. A slight nod of Reisi's head indicated that he understood. A few words from Suoh was all it took to remedy his crumbling facade; and all he did was be who he was.

Did Reisi really need Suoh that much in his life?

Unknown to himself, his uncertainty resulted in him uttering his inquiry in a breathy whisper. Needless to say, Suoh heard all of it but had no immediate answer. The initial demeanor of surprise feathered over his features but that soon faded. Giving another hefty exhale, and actually rolling his eyes this time, he snaked an arm around Reisi's waist and pulled him to his chest, "...Weirdo..." he stated dryly.

"Barbarian," Reisi retorted flatly, playing down his true reaction to Suoh's sudden action.

"Loner."

"You did not say that to me, you neanderthal," Reisi deflected hotly, pushing away from Suoh just enough to glare at him properly, "So are you!"

"Hahaha. I suppose you got me there. Crybaby"

"Wh-! You will take that back!"

"Not a chance," Suoh taunted; a cunning smile drew across his lips.

"Do I have to make you?" The look was mimicked and somehow became more threatening.

"Who knows..." Suoh shrugged and strayed his eyes away.

"Idiot!" Reisi retaliated immaturely, smacking Mikoto upside his head with one of the sofa's pillows. A short gasp staggered from Suoh and he stared owlishly at his attacker with eyes full of confusion and an oval forming at his lips. Before he could prompt the very semblance of a question, Reisi's laughter rumbled between them and he threw his head back. Hearing such a lively sound from someone so reserved on the outside was certainly a sight, as well as a pleasure to the ears,"Looks like I've claimed a victory, Suoh!"

"... Yeah..." Mikoto agreed in a low tone that suggested he was fully open to the idea of launching the entire couch at Reisi and see who would be laughing then.

"And don't even think about hurling any of my furniture around. That would not make me very happy..."

"What makes you think I care about what makes you happy..."

To this, an appeased smile that rendered his features boyish embellished his visage. It was a genuine and heartfelt expression; had Mikoto been anyone different, he would have blushed. And if he didn't care, not only would he have not come over, but he wouldn't have bothered to sit through that movie just to be next to Reisi. Or maybe it was an excuse for something else? Playfully, Reisi gave Suoh's shoulder a poke with a finger, "I'll also have you know that film was very good. I may have been touched, but I absolutely was not crying!" His declaration was very convincing, but it only earned a snort from Suoh, "Hahahaha...you're really funny, Munakata..."

"...I know... It's about time someone else took notice!" He waggled his eyebrows.

"Haha... And I guess I'm the unlucky guy to deal with it, huh?"

"Yes. So it seems." The statement was enhanced with a candid smile no one other than Suoh was to ever witness.

Even though Reisi had changed the subject in a way, Suoh still remained comforted and pleased. If Reisi felt that he truly did need him, then he wouldn't mind staying like this a little longer. Aside from random bouts of sex, they never actually had any quiet or tender instances like this. The reason being for their awkward relationship was partially due to a decision of Reisi's. However, the both of them were at fault; yet, for now, Suoh could just rest and take this shared moment as it was delivered.

"Shall we watch another? Or perhaps a TV drama this time?" Already, Munakata had recovered from his previous sulking and was brightly asking questions, being social, "I would ask you which drama to choose from, but as I recall, you've only watched one, right?"

"Yeah... with Anna...she kept bugging me about it." She was the only 12 year old that he knew of that actually wanted to look at such a bothersome thing. It was only one episode due to the mention of "red" in its title. When she found out it had nothing to do with the color she lost interest, much to Mikoto's gratification.

"...Would you like to, then?" The question almost had an innocence to it that Munakata had only shown to the man before him in sparse bursts.

Maybe they were soul mates after all? As the speculation's possibilities bounced around in his head, he was unable to offer an answer. As a result, he ended up eying Reisi rather remotely. Not understanding the lack of countenance, Reisi narrowed his eyes in scrutiny and chose to alter the topic a bit,"What would you like, Suoh?"

"...? Ahhh..." he leaned against the cushions and rested the back of his head and arms atop the sofa, "I dunno. More booze..."

"What? More? Again? Suoh, you are going to rot your liver. Have you listened to nothing I've told you?!"

Aimlessly, Suoh's eyes scattered about the ceiling. Was he being scolded again? If it were that much of a problem, then maybe he could be a little more careful. But why? What did he really have to live for? He didn't deserve his title of king. He failed at protecting those who mattered most; Reisi could take care of himself—as could Izumo towards Anna and the others. He had outlived his usefulness hadn't he? What was wrong with rotting away? No one actually needed him. Reisi was mistaken, lured in by the moment.

Still, if going for another bottle or a glass was going to render him facing Reisi's wrath, he needed an alternative. As the musing trailed through his mind, his attention floated over to the lips that still reprimanded him. Reisi had drank a lot more than him, didn't he?

An annoyed groan resonated in Reisi's throat and he glanced away, "Why do I even bother... As if you would ever listen to me..." A deflated sigh descended from him and he slouched forward, placing folded arms atop his knees. Two fingers pinched the bridge of his nose in a futile attempt to dilute his annoyance. What in the world could he say to get through to this thick-headed buffoon? As his clouded brain attempted to piece together some sort of continuation, the air around him changed. He only had time to wince in surprise as he felt a solid warmth touch his cheek and lift his chin. Freely, he looked towards Mikoto, just to catch a glimpse of a sly smile about those lips before they found his. A sudden sound sparked from Reisi that he didn't recognize and his eyes shut instinctively. His pale lids soon fluttered open again as something hot and moist circled his lips before intruding between them. Violet then met saffron; as seconds alleviated, neither one of them witnessed who closed their eyes first. Maybe it could be attributed to the absence of sensual contact for so long, or perhaps the reason was because it was Suoh that Munakata allowed himself to be taken as eagerly into the kiss. In that minute, everything surrounding him dissipated and lost all meaning. Only he and Suoh existed. When the embrace ebbed, and a breadth of distance nestled between them, a dash of Reisi's common sense returned to him, "...Did you just kiss me," His declarative words were stained with breathlessness. Mikoto's eyes narrowed coolly at this; he felt his ego gain a rank. A sly smirk dusted his features and his voice steeped itself further in depth, "Maybe..."

An unreadable visage immediately appeared along Reisi's face, "I disapprove."

"Hmm?" Suoh curved a brow. Then his mouth arched downwards and he sent his gaze elsewhere. So Munakata didn't want to be kissed after all, huh? Involuntarily, the brash king's tongue eased out and laced over his lips from the thought regardless. Well, at least he got the taste of bourbon that he wanted. As his mind churned with the possibility of being turned down, he didn't catch sight of Reisi removing his spectacles and sheathing them into his shirt pocket. He did, however, feel the weight of the cushions shift and glanced in their direction. Like an eagle laying claim to its prey, one of Reisi's hand reached down to clutch a fistful of bright red locks and yank Suoh's head back. Strands of ebony whispered along Suoh's forehead, mingling ink with fire. In a tone rife with charm and command, Reisi's airy attestation flitted against Mikoto's lips, "I disapprove because I am going to kiss you first."

"Oh?" the other smirked, thoroughly enthralled and amused, "Then, kiss m-" The order was devoured, consumed by a rather hungered Reisi. He affirmed his dominance in deepening the embrace quickly; another hand roughly clawed at Suoh's hair while his tongue attacked and enslaved. As if second nature, Mikoto anchored his hands to Reisi's waist and pulled him on top of his lap, becoming straddled. Both men initiated a roll of the hips against each other, causing their clothed arousals to rub. Possessively, Suoh's palms crept lower and give what he cupped a squeeze; instinctively, he rose his haunches and forced Reisi's downwards for even more friction.

An avid moan leveled in Reisi's throat that conformed its shape into Suoh's name. After one last aggression of tongues, their mouths finally separated only to be tethered by thin strings of saliva. Both males licked the remnants away from their own lips as they caught their breath.

"You... reek of alcohol...Suoh..." Reisi panted, his amethysts sparkling in attainment and elation. Suoh chuckled, his coarse voice softening ardently. A gentle and precious smile tasted his lips, "So do you."

Once more, their mouths entwined and flavorful kisses thrived between them.

It truly had been far too long.

As they ended once more, their eyes entranced the other's briefly before Reisi hid his behind light lids. Softly, he unbound his grip from Suoh's hair and drew his arms around his torso. Only now, he had chosen to acknowledge the true effect the alcohol had on him and somnolence deluged him. His forehead rested atop Suoh's shoulder; his body rose slightly as he drank in a deep breath and relaxed as he released it. Regardless of what meaning their kiss held, whether it spurred from their closeness or from the sheer need of contact, it was something Reisi dearly craved and required.

And now that it had been satisfied, he finally let his body rest and began to be briskly lulled to sleep, "Mikoto..." The whisper darted out with the intensity and swiftness of a snake bite, "...I want us to ...have...a...chance..." The last of his request became a hushed hiss just above Suoh's heart and he spent the next handful of seconds pondering what Reisi could have meant. Was he trying to say they should be together? He thought after their last private meeting, it was decided that could never happen. Wanting an answer, he gave Reisi a slight nudge in the ribs with the heel of a palm, "...Hey..."

"...Miko..to..." The name became the shard of a whisper. Soft, steady breathing followed suit, indicating that Munakata was at last asleep.

"... ..." Stuck on the couch with a slumbering king on top of him, Suoh sighed and hooked his hands at Reisi's waist so that he was holding him. Then, he allowed his eyes to close.

Hours passed as both Suoh and Reisi rested within the other's arms. Drops of amber uncovered themselves in response to a faint melody wading into the air. After a moment, Suoh recognized the song as "Honoo no Katachi", his current ring-tone, and attempted to reach into his pants pocket to get it. But Munakata was in the way. He gently stripped the man from his body and laid him supine along the sofa. He then stood to his feet and shuffled off towards the bedroom to answer the call.

"Mikoto," Anna's ethereal voice tip-toed through the receiver. "It's 1815 hundred hours," she began in her small, cautious way of speaking, "Are you coming home for dinner?"

"Ah... what is it? Who's cooking tonight?" Amazingly, his terse vocabulary as well as his inflexions expanded vibrantly when conversing with her. There was a pause on her side, followed by a ruffle of clothing as if she were seeking out the answer from someplace else. A moment later, her haunting timbre fluttered in his ear, "Misaki. His fried rice."

"With pork and veggies, Anna!" Yata's boisterous voice echoed in the background. Then his tone lowered in bewilderment, "Wait, d-does Mikoto-san even like vegetables or pork?!"

"Mikoto will eat practically whatever's set in front of him," Izumo sniggered in the distance.

"Hnn,"A tiny smile curved Suoh's lips and he breathed a sound of amusement. Hearing this, Anna repeated her question. The moment he prepared to give his answer, the sounds of movement towards his location were heard; his vision remained positioned at the doorway until Munakata's slender form crossed it. Remnants of grogginess lingered about his face; his bangs were scattered every which way and his shirt was a bit ruffled. But none of that mattered. He had a hunch of whom Mikoto was on the phone with, and since he was her guardian, he should be with her. Quietly, Reisi walked up to Suoh and coiled a hand around his arm. Giving him a tug, he led him out of the bedroom and guided him towards the front door. The hint to take his leave was a glaring one.

"She needs you. Go home," Reisi mouthed.

"Mikoto?" Anna inquired genuinely.

"I'm sorry, Anna..." he hesitated, and glanced up to where Reisi was. The calmer man had already disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Suoh stood there, studying the structure of the wood in thought until he remembered that he was on the phone, "I'm still gonna be out. Tell the others I'll be missing dinner, tonight. Don't bother waiting up for me. I'll come back whenever I come back." He had a funny way of saying things sometimes, but he made sense.

The perceptive youth already knew of what his answer was to be and the reasoning behind it. Anna proved she understood with a light sound of approval, "O.K. Goodnight, Mikoto." And with that, she hung up. Afterward, Suoh pondered in silence for a moment. Why did she sound like she wouldn't see him again until the next morning? He hadn't planned on being out that long. Without thinking about it, he opened the front door. He imagined taking the first step out to leave when another contemplative musing assaulted him. It was a good thing he hadn't bothered to put his boots back on, yet. With a gravelly sigh, he shut the door. One hand in his pocket, he casually headed towards the bathroom and went inside.

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Possible excerpt of the next chapter:

"Ahh... no Prince Albert, today, Munakata?"

Reisi sighed; only he could make his annoyance a beautiful sight to behold, "I've told you, it's not a Prince Albert, it's an Apadravya."

"Hnn.. close enough."

Quick note, if you don't know what either of those are, then please only look them up at your own risk. The images are a bit graphic, especially if you're not comfy with pics of...a guy's lower anatomy sticking out at you.

YARGH! Finally, another chapter done. I am SO FRIGGIN GLAD. It came out a little longer than expected thanks to Moona runnin off at the mouth and a lot of playful banter between the two of them. I didn't want Izumo to be mentioned again...but his name just keeps popping up! ...Anna was kind of a bonus and Yata was totally unexpected. (I guess he wanted to be in the story too)

Oh right, Suoh's ring-tone "Honoo no Katachi" is Anna's vocal theme. At first I wanted it to be "Requiem of Red" or "To Be With U!" for more episode 13 feels. But, having the theme of his "daughter" seemed more appropriate.

FEELS ANYWAY!

Oh yeah. On a different note, this chapter's secret word was "Lovers". The last 2 chapters' secret words were "Comfort". Not sure what the next chapter's one will be...

Silly Moona is silly lol (but he really is! he's a prankster, I know it! but so is Suoh...!)

Totsuka was avoided being mentioned for a reason, but that'll change in the next chapter.

Also, if there are any spelling errors or anything, please point them out in their specific locations to me( and yes, "monotomy" IS a word that is similar to "monotony" but i meant to use"monotomy"!).

Peace.

-Mel