A.N: Hello guys, I'm uploading a chapter I wrote yesterday, but I didn't want to update twice in one day so...

Also, thinking about ending this one soon though I'm not sure how I'm going to pull that off. Just be prepared for this to end sometime soon, I didn't intend for it to be so long. Anyways, Enjoy.

-Sarah

Three days. That's all Yata has before him and Fushimi are off to America. Today is the day Yata will try to explain to his Clan that, yes, he is going on a very long vacation with the one who betrayed them. Yata stands outside the bar. Inside Anna is sitting next to Mikoto on the couch playing with her marbles, Izumo stands behind his bar shinning the same glass he always is. The rest of the clan is out and about doing bounties or just hanging around with some old friends. A bell sounds as Yata pushes his way inside the bar. Mikoto dosen't even bother to look up.

"Ah, Yata it's nice to see you today, we havn't seen you around the last few days, where have you been?" Yata stands nervously.

Should he tell them straight out? Should he stand here in front of his King and declare that he has been sleeping with the enemy? God forbid they think he actually DID anything with Fushimi, by sleeping, he literally means they fell asleep on the same bed at the same time. Nothing more nothing less.

"Well...You see Kusangi, I've actually been...I've been with..." Yata stutters a few times, catching the King's attention.

Mikoto isn't known for having a great temper, in fact he's known for quite the opposite. He stares Yata down, 'what the hell has this idiot been doing?'.

He glances at Anna, who sits with a marble to her eye looking straight up at Yata, analyzing his every move, every breath. She is a little scary like that, not that Mikoto has anything to hide from her. Yata continues.

"I've been with Saruhiko, actually...He found this duck at the park and I was helping him take care of it. He named the duck Waddles, he's really cute...has this little feather on his head..."

Izumo isn't entirely shocked to hear Yata has been with Fushimi, they were partners together back in the day. He's always known that Yata was actually very hurt when Fushimi left them, burning his tattoo off right in front of Yata, that had to have been hard on the guy.

"Is that all Yata? With the way you're stuttering I might've thought you did something wrong...?"

"Well actually, Fushimi and I are leaving the country together soon..."

Mikoto's only indication that he was shocked was the slight raise of his eye brows. Leaving the country? That's a little strange. Mikoto still hadn't let go of the idea that Yata did something pretty stupid and that's why he was leaving.

"Yata. Why are you leaving the country with Fushimi?"

Yata jumped out of his skin at the sound of his's King voice. Really, Mikoto was very straight forward with some things. Yata hadn't really been expecting him to show any intrest in what he was doing.

"Fushimi spent a lot of money buying plane tickets to America for the both of us. He wants to try and 'patch things up' with the two of us."

"I think that's a great Idea, actually. You havn't been the same since he left. Don't think we havn't noticed Yata." Kusangi said.

Yata let out a great sigh. They were okay with him leaving with Fushimi, encouraging of it even.

Back at the apartment Fushimi sat at the island leaning on his hand. He still had to pack. He really hated packing and organizing things like this. Two passports sat in front of him, along with other papers needed to leave Japan and enter America. Really, Americans could be so paranoid about letting people into their little country.

Fushimi sighed, glancing to his left where Waddles sat on top of a half eaten pancake. He had dragged the thing all the way from where the sink was to the other side of the island, ate half of it, and made a nest out of the reamining part of it. It was kind of cute, Fushimi thought. A little duck sitting in a fluffy pancake. Waddles was snoring softly, little peeps coming out of his beak every now and again. Fushimi stood and decided maybe he'd try packing some of his clothes when he thought, 'wait a moment, if we're leaving...what am I going to do with Waddles? I can't bring him with, secreuity wouldn't allow so who...?' Then it hit him.

A few hours later Fushimi stood infront of a rather large town house with a small black iorn gate linning the front yard. It was almost victorian style. After a single knock on the door the face of Munakata appeared.

"Fushimi?"

"Hello King, I have a favor to ask of you..."