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It was a Sunday night at Ms. Frost's. Blizzaria and Jibanyan where back from their honeymoon, and right now they were in their human forms. Nate had just gotten back from his nightly train conducting, only this time, things were different.

Enma had found out that Nate had completely missed Pandanoko. Even though Pandanoko had told them it was fine-they had another gig an hour earlier, and they needed the rest-but no! Nate had to suffer at the hands of Enma, who docked his hourly wage and took away his caboose privileges.

So right now, he was doing what any man his age would do if they had their caboose taken away.

he was trying to drink it off. Blizzaria was honestly worried.

"Are you sure, Nate-san?" She handed him another glass. Nate didn't say anything, he just downed it. "I mean, if this caboose is worth so much to you-"

"It's no' that,'lizz." Nate wiped his chin drunkenly. "I loved the ca'oose, yea', bu', I 'old my frien's tha'-"

He paused, holding up a finger for a second, emitting a burp. "I 'old 'em tha' I 'ould 'ell 'em abou' my jo'."

Blizzaria blinked. "What?" She turned to Jibanyan, waiting for an answer.

Jibanyan's form was a man about Nate's height and age. He had hazel eyes with red hair. He wore a red leather jacket that had blue stripes going across the top. His shoes were white with red laces. He called himself "Chibi" as a human.

Chibi moved his tongue around in his mouth. "Basically, what Nyate's trying to say is that he blew his cover to his friends. He said he would talk to them about his job, nya."

Blizzaria gasped. "Oh, Nate-san. What are we gonna do with you?"

Nate sputtered weakly. "I 'ont know. I jus' wanna 'ie."

Blizzaria shook her head in a motherly fashion. "Oh, Nate. Jibanyan-kun, do you think you can put Baku's medal in Nate's watch? I've got an idea."

Jibanyan fished for the medal in Nate's pocket. Holding it, he pushed it inside of Nate's watch.

Woo-woo!

Look at the train!

So fast!

Blindin' speed, so fast!

Alarmin' speed, so fast!

Charmin' speed! so fast!

Char~ma~ing!

Baku flopped onto the floor, angry. "Hey! I was in the middle of a tasty dream-" She paused when she noticed Nate's totally-not-sober mood. "What's up with him?" She asked Blizzaria.

Blizzaria looked at Baku. "Baku, do you mind if you suck all of the drunkenness out of Nate-san, here?"

Baku became furious. "Is that all? Couldn't you have just waited? God! Everyone wants Baku to make them un-drunk. You better not summon me here to make your customers sober just so they can buy more alcohol, Blizzaria." She wagged her trunk threateningly at the ice yo-kai.

Blizzaria smiled nervously. "Don't worry, Baku. It was a one-time thing."

Huffing angrily, Baku breathed in, sucking the alcohol out of a now-sleeping Nate Adams. giving one final glare to Blizzaria, she disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

Nate woke with a start. "Ah! Blizzaria, wh-what happened?" He looked around, alert. When he noticed the piling empty glasses in front of him, he pushed them away in disgust. "Wh-why didn't you stop me?" He demanded.

Blizzaria looked at him, concerned. "Nate, is there anything going on with your friends?"

Nate looked at his medals for a brief second. This didn't go unnoticed by Blizzaria. "Your human friends."

Nate's face paled in remembrance. "Oh-oh, yeah."

"I dunno, we were talking during lunch because we all had eaten together at Nomburger. For some reason, we were all there because of our jobs. Katie was doing some kind of research for her column, Eddie had to fix someone's computer, and Bear was there because of the Springdale Sports club construction.

"And then of course, my turn rolls around. All I said was that I was there for work."

Nate paused, almost laughing.

"And then the weirdest thing happens. They have this intervention thingy. Apparently they've been talking-and so they've confronted me at Nomburger's-"

A horrified expression came over his face, like a dawning shadow.

"What if that was planned?" Nate thought in a hollow voice. Blizzaria handed him a beer, despite her previous attempt to make him sober.

"Well, Nate-san, maybe you should tell them." She said. Nate looked at her as if she had turned into Sproink.

"About the watch? Yo-kai? The Train?" He took a huge gulp of his beer. "Are you insane?"

Blizzaria shook her head. "No. What I mean is-what if you simply introduced me and Jibanyan as your work friends? That would at least prove to them that you have a job."

Nate seemed to think about it. "Hmm. Y'know, that could work."

Blizzaria held his hand gently. "But Nate-san, you understand that in order to repair your friendships with your friends, you are going to have to tell them some day. A secret kept for 13 years is a secret kept too long."

Nate sighed. "I know…" He reached for a gulp of his beer, but Chibi had taken it and already drank it all.

Nate and Blizzaria stared in horror. They were both converted cat people, so they knew what a cat's alcohol tolerance is. Very low.

Jibanyan stuttered. "A-amy, I wony' forge' abou' you!" He banged his chest. And then he turned to Blizzaria.

"'Ello, Blizz." His chin flopped onto the bar.

Blizzaria giggled. "Hello, Jibanyan-kun."

"Ha' I e'er 'old you how beau'iful you loo'?" He made a strangled noise, like he was extremely elated. (He was.)

The ice yo-kai blushed. "E-erm, y-yes..?" She offered, losing all of her previous calm. Jibanyan hoisted himself up onto the bar.

"'Ell, you are." Jibanyan grabbed her hand. Nate started sweating.

"I 'ove you, 'Li''aria." Chibi declared. Blizzaria's face was burning very brightly.

"W-well, I love you to, Jibanyan." Blizzaria sputtered, strangely quiet. Nate politely scooted off the bar stool he sat on when Jibanyan brought his lips to Blizzaria's. ("mmph!" was her reaction.) "Hey! Blizzaria! Bring Jibanyan to meet me at Nomburger's next Sunday!" And with that, the Ghost Train conductor slipped out the door.

From then on, he swore never to drink again.

Except on Sundays.

Or Saturday nights.

Or special occasions.

Aw, screw it. He couldn't stick to the plan even if he wanted to.

O.K. Fin. Looks like the first 'arc' is getting into full speed. R&R, por favor.