A/N: Happy New Years everyone! I wanted to wait longer before posting this, but I think 4 pages might be okay? Hope you guys have fun with this chapter! And thank you for being so patient with me. I really want to update much faster, but I just don't have the time to. Also, I just recently covered from a cold. Although now my whole body aches from iceskating. I fell way too many times .

Chapter 17 - Problems

Shuuichi groaned, mumbling something about intense bad luck and how he will never cut his hair on Chinese New Year's ever again. He decided to ignore Julia, whose face changed from furious and angry to a gentler and more concerned look.

"Hey," she gently nudged him as several waiters passed them.

They seemed reluctant to help him though, she noticed. It's almost as if they were afraid to approach him? She failed to feel or see the darkened, gloomy atmosphere surrounding the young man. Julia looked around; possibly someone would help right? She gave evil glares at the waiters, but none would budge and sacrifice themselves to their demise. Julia looked around, but there weren't many people down here yet.

Julia frowned, bent over and took a look at Shuuichi. Her eyebrows scrunched together, filled with worry.

'Should I call the medic?' she wondered.

Shuuichi grumbled, putting one hand over his stomach. The other cautiously went near the napkins, just in case he couldn't control his nausea.

"I'm fine," he managed to cough out to her in pain.

'Wow, I've never seen anyone with such severe sea sickness!' Julia observed keenly.

'I don't think I feel good. Let me at least leave a note for the others…' Shuuichi thought and started scribbling but soon lost conscious right after.

'He just fainted. He fainted!' Julia's mind screamed. 'Why am I so alarmed anyways?' She flung her arms in various directions, wondering what to do. Some of the waiters look at her with pity. Others were debating whether her head was okay.

'Humph. It's not like I need help from them' she thought.

"But still, it's quite shocking and suprising…" she whispered to herself, referring to the unconscious guy.

"And it's right in the middle of writing a note too!" she heard someone mention.

"Yes!" she said, and then turned to see four or five young waiters looking at the scene.

"You guys…" Julia's eye twitched, "were here this whole time and didn't even lift a hand to help out?"

"I think it's best for you to move him now while he's unconscious," one of them suggested earnestly.

"And then bolt out the door before he gains consciousness," another told her as if he knew from experience.

"Isn't that more the reason to help weak, little old me?" Julia said quite mockingly at the men.

"Uh, it's not like we don't want to," one fidgeted, suddenly finding his fingers interesting.

"It's because Shuuichi-sama is very scary when he's sea sick!" one exclaimed and bolted out the exit.

"Uh…okay…that was weird…" Julia commented. "This is getting more and more bizarre by the moment."

The others nodded gravely but made no move to help her.

"Oh, common now, you guys can't be serious!" Julia threw her arms unprincess-like in the air. Well, it's not like Mizuki acts like a princess anyways. Maybe that's why they are such great friends.

"Ok! Fine, be ashamed! Sure…leave all the hard work to me!" Julia stomped off with Shuuichi in tow, raising an imaginary fist at them since her hands were trying to support the boy.

"Now, what should I do with you, Shuuichi-sama?" Julia said in a smaller voice.

"Sama…" she whispered. "What is he? A rich kid or something? This golden haired monkey? Impossible."

Julia tried her best at picturing him in a suit and laughed. "The image doesn't match him at all, but where should I go anyways?"

Julia was so preoccupied with moving Shuuichi that she didn't notice how Mizuki and the rest of the group were entering through the entrance on the other side as she headed for the exit. Had she noticed, maybe she would have to face hell, or the so called hell.

"EH?!" Shuuichi's not here yet?" Mizuki sulked as she walked to their designated dinner table.

Izumi poked her. "Why are you sulking? It's just one person that's not here yet. Stop acting like it's the end of the world."

"But…" Mizuki said, and looked up with big, watery eyes.

'Uh oh. I made her cry…What should I do?' Izumi wondered.

While Izumi stressed out, looking for a way to stop the crying Mizuki, said girl found Shuuichi's unfinished note.

"Hey, what's this?" she asked.

'Geez, she's not even listening to me' Izumi sweat dropped while looking over her should to see the note.

"Oh you guys are here already! Watcha looking at?" Sekime asked as he came in with the rest of the group.

"Hey!" Mizuki greeted. Izumi nodded as a sign of acknowledgement and resumed to look at the note.

"So, should we begin our meal then?" Rio asked. "I'll be your personal waitress for tonight!"

"Rio! You couldn't. You should eat with us," Mizuki said with much familiarity that it confused Izumi and the rest.

"I didn't know you were friends with Rio," Izumi said.

Mizuki sent eye signals to her friend, asking for help.

"Is something wrong with your eye?" Nakao asked. "It's twitching oddly."

"What? Let me see," Izumi held her face to his and examined her eyes. "There doesn't seem to be any problem. Not from what I see."

Mizuki quickly turned away, a blush rising to her face.

"I think I'm going to the restroom for a while. You guys can start without me!" she got up from her seat and hurried out.

Meanwhile, Julia was having a bit of trouble carrying the sick Shuuichi to her room since she didn't have the heart to abandon him elsewhere. Currently, she dropped him off on the floor to her door while running into the bathroom to clean off the vomit he accidently spilt on her.

"Ugh!" Julia exclaimed, still trying to get rid of the scary looking vomit that dared to drip from her long blond hair and onto her elegant red dress.

'What in the world did I do to deserve such fate?' Julia asked the sky, although she's under a ceiling.

"That guy better be grateful," Julia said as she dragged the boy onto her bed and took off his smelly clothes.

'Now, what am I supposed to do? I took off his shirt because of the vomit….but what am I supposed to do now?'

"Hmm….Mizuki might know," Julia decided and called her best friend.

Mizuki sat outside on the bench, trying to calm her heart down. What had happened back there? She remembered that his face had been so close. She couldn't remember what she did. She only freaked out and here she was – outside, sitting alone in a grassy area.

"Hello?" Mizuki asked in a daze when her cell phone went off.

"Hey Micky help me! This guy right here. He's unconcious and he's turning redder and redder by the second."

"That sounds great Julia. Just continue what you were doing," Mizuki answered.

"Wait…what?! Mizuki….are you all right?" Julia asked over the reciever.

"I've never been better," Mizuki answered.

"Um…right. Okay listen carefully. There's this guy in my room and he seems to be sick. What should I do?"

"Oh, is that what you meant?" Mizuki asked.

Julia gave Mizuki a weired look, not that Mizuki could see it.

"What did you think I meant?" Julia asked slowly.

"Uh hahaha. Nothing," Mizuki said, laughing it off nervously.

"Um Mizuki. I think you're also sick. Should I go check on you?"

"I'm fine. I have to go. Talk to you later. Bye!" Mizuki clicked the phone off.

"Wait! Mizuki….you still haven't told me what I should do…." Julia trailed off while looking sadly at the sleeping man.

'I should go back to the dining room' Mizuki thought. 'Okay, let's go. Calmly. Now. Be manly.'

Mizuki kept saying it like a mantra.

"Uh, where's everyone?" Mizuki looked around.

"Well, you were gone for over an hour and they finished, so they left," Izumi answered.