A.N: HA! I wrote this chapter on Friday I just felt like being mean and not updating until today. I hope you like this chapter, Misaki's present is really cool in my opinion. There's a little bit from Waddles in here too, so I hope you like that. There is one small little sentence about Jesus so if you get offended I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you. Enjoy.

-Sarah

Misaki stared. He just sat and looked at the two pieces of paper in his hands. He really couldn't believe it. Where did Fushimi even get the money for this sort of thing, who did he have to kill for these? Misaki certainly hoped that Fushimi didn't actually have to kill anyone for these tickets though.

Fushimi stared at Misaki with a grand smile on his face. It hurt his cheeks a little bit, he hadn't smiled this wide in a very long time, but seeing how shocked Misaki was with those tickets in his hands was worth every penny he spent getting them.

In Misaki's hands were two plane tickets bound to America, a place Misaki had always been rather curious about, other than England. Misaki was statue still, he could feel the happiness oozing out of him but he just wasn't sure how to show his appreciation.

'"Saru... This... How did you...?"

Fushimi smiled even wider, if that was even possible, it literally looked like his face was ready to split in two.

"I put in a lot of extra hours at work, you might have been wondering why I was at home less and around Scepter 4 more, these are why. I'm coming with you also, so that's 4 tickets total for here and back, which isn't cheap in this economy. I know how much you've wanted to visit America and I figured It wouldn't hurt to take a vacation with my good friend Misaki...maybe patch up things a little better."

Yata Blushed even harder, some was out of embarrassment though. This gift made Misaki's look a little...small. A movie compared to traveling to America? It wasn't hard to see which would be more fun.

"Now Misaki, why are you blushing like that? At least say a coherent sentence so I know you're excited."

"Saru, I just don't know what to say! I can't believe you spent all that time and effort getting tickets to travel, with me of all people. It's only Valentines day, this is such a large gift..."

"I know it's only Valentines day, I was hoping to save these for your birthday or some other holiday, but if you look closely you'll notice the departure date was before your birthday so, obviously that wouldn't have worked. I'm glad your excited Misaki, We leave in a week."

Fushimi stood up and started clearing the table as Misaki still sat reveling in the gift he had gotten. Fushimi couldn't help but think about how cute he looked, sitting there smiling so wide at two pieces of paper. As Fushimi dumped the plates in the sink, not the dishwasher for he had issues using the damn thing, He noticed Waddles had gotten out of the guest room and was limping around by his feet, his wing still at an awkward angle, but not as bad as it had been a few days ago. Seeing the little duck circling around him, in an affectionate manner of course, really struck a cord with Fushimi and so he dropped a pancake in front of the little duck.

Waddles was taken aback when a large circle fell in front of him. He cautiously stepped on it. Soft and squishy. A lot like his mother's stomach had been last night when Waddles was prowling around the bed Fushimi had been sleeping on. Waddles poked at the large flat circle with his beak, giving it an experimental peck here and there and tearing off small pieces of it. Waddles went as still as a duck could go as he swallowed his bit of pancake. This was so much better than lettuce! This circle was fluffy and light and had such a strange taste! Waddles couldn't stop himself as he shoved his beak into the fluffy circle and began tearing off huge chunks of pancake and swallowing them whole.

Fushimi made a concerned face at Waddles. He was really chowing down on the pancake he had thrown on the floor for him. Really, the duck was acting like he hadn't seen food in weeks and this was bread touched by Jesus, or whomever it is ducks worship. Fushimi clicked his tongue and looked back at Misaki who, surprisingly, was still sitting at the table staring at the tickets.

"I will take those away if you don't start moving soon, Misaki."

Yata came back to his senses. He had been thinking about what he would tell HOMRA when they asked about where he was going for the next month or so. Anna would easily be able to tell if he was lying, and would easily figure out he was going on a trip with a traitor.

Yata stood up and walked over to Fushimi, enveloping him in a large bear hug, much to Fushimi's surprise.

Fushimi tensed at the hug. It was strange he thought, 'I can easily grope this man in his most private areas, but God forbid he hug me, because I have no idea what to do in these situations.' Judging by the way he felt arms wrapped around his back, Fushimi guessed it was customary to to wrap his own around Yata. He remembered doing things like this before they had joined HOMRA. Occasionally hugging each other on cold nights, or whenever Yata was upset over his home life. He just hadn't been involved in hugs lately;

It was almost like he forgot.