Hey! Hiroko Hana here! FINALLY! I have a new update and it sure took me damn long enough! I sincerely apologize, it's been busy for me and I (quite sadly) haven't had time for writing. But I have finally gotten the thirteenth chapter done! Sorry if there's a bunch of grammatical errors, I'm significantly lazy since it's 4:00 AM, I just want to get a new chapter up. ANYWAY! Why are you listening to me? READ PEOPLE, READ!

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Chapter 13: Bathroom Break

"What now?!" Fang almost wanted to whine as Ace sped past, the two boys doing their best to stay on her heels. "There's… a… problem!" Ace panted and Fang rolled his eyes, "I… might have… stumbled upon some Erasers!"

"Where?" Prince said, seeming the calmest, "I few blocks away! I've been running around corners forever! They're everywhere!" she said, actually wheezing. Fang could tell that she's definitely been running and evading for a while. "We need to get back to the airport," Prince said immediately, the amount of security should keep us safe as long as we stay close to the TSA."

"Sounds good to me!" Ace wheezed, noticeably slowing down, the boys finally able to get beside her. Fang took her hand as she started to fall back and assisted in pulling her along. She smiled at him. "Your face is red!" she noted and Fang scowled, "What?!"

"You've been blushing or something?"

"Why is this conversation relevant right now?!"

"I don't know!"

"Less talking, more running!" Prince said as he pointed out Erasers popping up on the other side of the street. The trio took a tight turn around a corner and picked up pace, Ace having a little trouble to keep up now, having ran longer than the boys. "How far are we from the airport?"

"It's just a little ways away!" Ace called, "maybe a mile?" Fang groaned. He wanted to just release his wings and take flight, was that too much to ask for? But Fang held back the powerful urge and just ran. It wasn't long until Fang saw more of what they were running from, it seemed Erasers were just popping out of nowhere! By the time they reached the airport, Fang was ready to tear out of his own skin. Panic overwhelmed them as they walked through the doors and were immediately greeted by security guards walking passed.

"Calm down," Prince said, taking up Fang's hand, stopping him from losing his mind. Fang panted heavily, adjusting the bag on his back that was beginning to weigh down his spine. "We'll just wait out the flight here, it'll be safer."

"Are you sure? This place could be crawling!" Fang hissed and Ace snickered through heavy pants, "Don't be a pussy," she grinned and Fang replied with a glare. "Can we at least get away from the doors? Maybe get something to eat?" he asked and Prince nodded, "Of course," he said, clasping Fang's hand tighter as he pulled him along, Ace following slowly behind, grabbing Fang's ass as she caught up after catching her breath.

"Is that really necessary?"

"It's always necessary," she smiled, leaning on his side. Fang sighed, sandwiched between the two once again. "So shall we hit a café?" Prince asked as they got to the escalator that headed to the second floor of this massive London airport. "That's good; maybe get a sandwich or two…"

"Or three, or four," Ace added and Fang nodded, feeling his stomach churn even though he'd had just had a bunch of cookies (or biscuits, as the Brits say). "Or five or six…" Ace continued on, her mouth visually watering. She shuddered. "Okay, I'm really, really fucking hungry now."

"Okay," Prince chuckled and the two followed him to one of the small cafés and the trio proceeded to order twelve sandwiches, and they ate them all. The entire "feast" took up an hour of their time. Fang couldn't stop glancing at his watch; he was getting so nervous now. He just wanted to get to Moscow and find Max, yet strangely… at the same time, he just wanted to lay back with the chaotic duo for a little while longer. He knew once the Flock got reunited that there was going to be drama due to Prince and Ace. But mostly Ace, because Fang just sensed trouble with her.

"So what's Max look like anyway? Is she pretty or somethin'?" Ace said as she chugged down a small carton of chocolate milk. Fang felt himself choke on words as he gave Prince a paranoid glance. "U-uh, yeah, she's beautiful."

Ace cackled, "Beautiful? That's a big word. Define beautiful for me, eh?"

"Um…" Fang swallowed, glancing at Prince again who was leaned over the café table on his elbows, watching Fang with unreadable eyes. It almost felt wrong talking about Max in front of him, and that made no sense to Fang, he didn't understand why he felt so on edge about it.

"Well, she doesn't believe she's beautiful. But she's tall, with wavy hair with all these blonde streaks, and she has these big, glossy, chocolate brown eyes," Fang went on but Ace interrupted with another cackle. "Are you describing a girlfriend or a disappearance victim?" Fang huffed at her, actually pouting without a care. Prince chuckled lightly and patted Fang's back, rubbing between his neck and shoulders rather too affectionately. Fang shouldered him away as Ace rose a fine red eyebrow.

"Anyway, I can't wait to meet the broad, she's sounds like quite the tightass," Ace grinned before practically swallowing her entire sandwich whole, because who needs chewing, right? "She sort of can be, at times," Fang smiled lightly, "actually quite often, now that I think about it…" Fang laughed now, "Especially when anyone tries to oppose her authority, which is also quite often."

"Are you one of people who've opposed her?" Prince asked, delicately wiping his mouth with his white napkin. "Yeah, it's kind of why I'm here now,"

"What do you mean?"

"Well…" Fang chuckled nervously, "it may or may not have been my fault the Flock got separated due to my… opposing. Max said go East, I said West; we attempted compromise but I managed to get her to listen to me, she and I fought, we were blindsided, and then the next thing I knew I was waking up in Vegas without my Flock."

"Sounds like a party," Ace grinned, "Yeah, had the physical effects of one," Fang agreed with a chuckle that made Prince smirk, "What?" Fang asked and the older boy shook his head and laughed, "It's nothing it's just…"

"It's just what?" Fang asked, not liking to be left hanging, "You're laugh is… rather adorable." Instant blush was Fang's reply and Ace cackled hard enough for the entire café to momentarily pause. "I mean, don't get me wrong, it's manly, but… cute, somehow." Fang sank in his seat. Oh god, please make it stop. Ace literally fell off her stool just then, crashing to the floor with a yelp/cackle that sounded like a strangled cat. Fang's face was the brightest it had been that day.

Make it stop, or just kill me, either is good. Fang whimpered in his head and Prince tried to calm his own giggles—I'm sorry, not giggles, he's fucking manly, he doesn't have the cute-ass laugh like Fang does, oh fucking no, he's fucking manly!

"I'm sorry, please, go on," Prince said through the cheekiest smirk. Fang glowered at the tittering two, huffing angrily. "You two are impossible," he folded his arm, his sandwiches gone anyway. "No, no, I'm sorry, forget I said anythi—" Ace suddenly howled louder, the airport security now getting uptight about this, shuffling around as if unsure whether or not to approach.

"Fuck it, I'm going to the bathroom," Fang grumbled, climbing off his stool, "Oh, Fang, don't be like tha—"

"I'll be back in a bit," Fang said, trotting off, getting the odd sense that Prince was probably staring at his ass, either him or Ace. Someone was watching him; that was for sure. But did he really take note of that? No.

Fang slipped through the crowd, biting the inside of his cheek as his skin began to crawl, suddenly thinking of how Prince clasped his hand to comfort him and beginning to want that again—no! He was supposed to be pissed, he can never stay pissed at Prince long enough for the older ass to feel any effects, Fang must be the one to torture this time, Fang must be the tightassiest tightass yet!

Fang puffed out his chest bravely as he pushed through the crowd now, heading straight for the bathroom he had noticed while coming through much earlier. Quickly finding it he shoved passed the door. It wasn't very crowded; there were five or six guys in the sizeable bathroom. Fang walked up to the urinal farthest from any of the other guys and whipped it out, finally getting at least a second to relax. Fang gave a very slow and heavy exhale as he took his sweet time, the bathroom emptying within seconds of him arriving, leaving him and one other guy in there.

Because Fang is paranoid as hell, he found himself glancing at the other guy on the other end of the bathroom, closer to the door. The guy looked pretty average with short, shaggy, auburn hair and almond shaped, orange-hazel eyes, and nice tan, and dressed for fucking success. He didn't look Erasery at all. The guy suddenly glanced over at Fang and Fang quickly averted his attention to the wall. Shit, that was not discreet. Fang thought with a bit of panic, then he saw the guy smile.

Fang decided that was the perfect time to get the hell out of there. He zipped off and casually strolled to the sink, trying not to tense as he got closer to the guy who was zipping up as well. "Hey," he suddenly spoke and Fang raised a totally casual eyebrow at the guy, "you look kind of familiar, have I met you somewhere before?" the guy asked and Fang shrugged, "Probably not," Fang said honestly, scrubbing his hands quickly. "I don't know, you look like someone I've seen before… maybe in a picture?"

"Nah, see ya—?!" Fang will admit to the tiny yelp that came out of his mouth when the guy suddenly grabbed his wristed and yanked his arm around his own damn spine. Fang gasped in light pain as the joints in his arms screamed out. "What the hell?!" Fang exclaimed, surprised by the guy's strength. Holding Fang with one hand, he slipped a mop that had been hanging in the corner through the door handle so it couldn't be opened.

"You're called Fang, right?" the guy asked, shoving Fang against the counter, making him lean over it. Ass up. Fang scowled intensely through the mirror at the guy, "Who's asking?" he snarled and the guy only smiled, "That's none of your fucking business, now is it?"

"I'd say it is, since I'm the one whose arm you're breaking," Fang glared but the guy ignored what he said, "Where are the other two, huh? I expected you to still be safely under the wing of the other freak, maybe even between the breasts of the little redhead,"

"Aren't you the baddie? Should you already know that?" Fang hissed as his shoulder was straining under the stress of the hold. The guy laughed, "I just got here, but I seem to be in luck since I happen to run into the cute runt of the litter,"

"The fuck—did you just call me cute?!" This shit is on now! Fang thrashed his legs out behind him but the guy seemed to have expected that, sidestepping and taking Fang's arm with him, Fang losing his footing and slipping to the ground, unable to catch himself with his other arm. Before Fang knew it he was on his stomach and the auburn bastard was sitting on his ass. "That was very graceful," the guy said, and Fang could see the grin out of the corner of his eye. "Fuck you," Fang growled and the guy chuckled in dark way that Fang couldn't read. "Oh… I'm going to have fun with you,"

"What?!" Fang exclaimed. Like hell if he wanted what he thinks this bastard is talking about! "You better get the hell off me so I can kick your ass you son of a bitch!" Fang wriggled desperately beneath the pervert and he actually saw him licking his lips. He was fucking liking this! Fang found himself immediately stopping, completely and utterly disturbed. Not only was this guy freakishly strong, but he was just damn creepy. How the hell was he getting out of this shit?!

The guy laughed, "This is almost too good, you don't know what to do with yourself!" the guy's cackle was almost as disturbing as the look in his eyes. The guy's hand slipped beneath Fang's shirt and went straight for the wings, Fang's reaction was to flail his other hand in attempted to grab him, but the guy snatched his hand up and held it back with his other hand. Fang noticed his first opening: the guy was holding both of his hands in one, and he had rather dainty hands, the hold was strong but the grip wasn't great.

"Fuck you," Fang said and threw his hands back suddenly before throwing them to the floor, finally getting them back. He launched himself up, knocking the guy off of him. The guy was disoriented, but he still blocked the door, and Fang still needed to get rid of the damn mop. Fang did all he could do and lunge for the door. The guy grabbed his legs, yanking him down and Fang did his best to kick the bastard in the chest, lunging once again and managing to grab onto the mop handle just as the guy grabbed his thick locks, yanking back and making Fang grunt in pain and displeasure. The guy pulled back harder and Fang's hands flew up to pull against his own hair, the pain getting little unbearable. Fang stomped his foot down on the guy's kneecap and felt the grip on his hair loosen, shooting his elbow back into the guy's neck and finally getting him to release. Fang grabbed onto the mop, ripping it out of the door and shoving it into the guys stomach before he could come after him again, Fang tore the door open and made it out into the thickest part of the crowd, swiftly returning to the café where Prince and Ace were whispering something to each other.

"Fang?" Prince said, worry spreading across his face as he saw Fang's expression. "What happened?" Ace asked, catching on quickly. "Some freak was in the bathroom, we need to get on the plane soon,"

"You were attacked?" Prince asked and Fang gave a slow nod, his eyes showing how serious he was. Prince sat straight, "Let's go."

It seemed like too long before they were finally departing again, but Fang couldn't relax on the plane, anyone could have been an enemy, but so far he hadn't see the auburn bastard on the plane, but that didn't mean he wasn't. "Don't worry," Prince said under his breath, taking Fang's hand, "I got your back,"

"Thanks," Fang mumbled, gripping Prince's hand back as he looked out the window, seeing the soaring terrain miles beneath the clouds. Fang might still be tense, but he was at least glad they were finally making it to Russia so he could find Max and the rest of the Flock. He just wanted to find them so bad, but yet… at the same time he still wanted to have more little adventure with this peculiar duo he's found. And frankly, he was terrified of what Max will do when she meets them, the scariest part was he was completely unsure as to how she'll react, but he assumed the worst. Why? Because he's Fang.

"Hey," Prince said, leaning close to breathe down Fang's neck, "Try and get a bit of rest, I'll be right here, I promise," Prince then kissed Fang's neck inconspicuously and Fang actually obeyed and forced himself to relax, letting his eyes close. Maybe one small nap couldn't hurt.

Famous fucking last words.

Sora: You bitch.

Hiroko: Ugh... what?!

Sora: I wait for MONTHS, and this is the shit you give me!?

Hiroko: What, you don't like it? The "auburn bastard" is a big plot point! He's in my notebook of plot progression! HE'S IMPORTANT!

Sora: Not that, stupid! THERE IS A MAJOR LACK OF MAN LOVIN'!

Hiroko: Oh! Yeah, we'll be getting to that, next chapter, I promise.

Sora: You said that many chapters ago! THE FANS ARE DISPLEASED WITH THE LACK OF YAOI!

Hiroko: I know, quit antagonizing me! I'm trying, okay!? I AM TRYING.

Sora: Wow, someone is grumpy.

Hiroko: Don't even start. R&R PEOPLE. FLAME MY ASS OFF IF YOU WANT TO AS WELL.