There was a steady beat within Caleb's head and the heated steel he had in hand, reaching up, he used his forearm to wipe off his sweat before returning to inspecting the crucible that's being used to melt the steel within the furnace.

The forge is hot as it is secluded, something he always found interesting was foreign country's interest with their past in comparison to his own home country of the US. Though considering what he learned of the countries that America originated from, then it made some sense.

Still, Caleb grabbed the pliers holding the crucible before he made his way to a mold where his teacher was by he let the molten steel fall in as he spread it, watching the red slowly spread out. The rest of the process was ingrained into his mind, because unlike the 'folding' technique used by the blacksmith of Japan to compensate for the lacking quality steel they had, the Western technique was far different.

Caleb was focused on his weapon, not on the soft feeling the girls had or the various feelings that sprung up when he thought about them. It was just him, a hammer, some melted steel, another guy, and this sword that was slowly hardening.

He will not think about the connotations of his words and instead dive right back into working, though he should probably get some food now that he thinks about it, but it's not like he can go to the grocery store and buy his food. Sure, he can get sandwiches, or instant ramen there, but everytime he tried to cook with most of the ingredients from a grocery store, it always comes out subpar, especially the meat.

Hunting food always made the meat come out better, for some unknown reason. Speaking of food, he couldn't help but wonder how the Hanzo girls were doing back in the apartment, they shouldn't be able to mess up food like he does, even if some of it was hunted, right?

… Now his worries were starting to interrupt him. He released a breath and his focus returned. He's already learned how to 'fold' steel, he just has to go to basics now.

So, he waited and continued to learn.


It was the middle of the day by the time he finished his work at the blacksmith and what was his last lesson there. He stretched, having taken a shower since working in a small forge does make someone work up a sweat.

He can now complete what he needed to preform one of the rituals needed. His Bag of Holding jostled beside him while his rings glinted in the light. Idly, he brought out Reshar's journal to read through it again while he made his way through the empty streets of Asakusa-.

Josue paused his steps, slowly putting away his journal while reaching for his bag, because while Asakusa wasn't Tokyo, it was still a city, and for it to be empty despite it being the middle of the day.

His fingers curled around the Kamate, the bastard sword quick enough for what he needed while he released a slow huff of air.

He was being watched, because this feeling he had coursing through him was familiar, a Shinobi Barrier. Something prodded at him and he turned.

"Hi~." The cute blonde he fought against a few days ago appeared beside him in a black uniform. She leaned up against him and grabbed his arm before he could slip away, "It's so good to see you, Caleb."

"So, he's the one." A different girl, tanned with her brown hair in a ponytail while she walked around him. "… He looks like he could hold you back." The girl admitted with resignation, "On the surface and under it."

Another girl appeared, seated on a bench with green hair and yellow eyes reminiscent of a snake, her tongue slightly visible. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were on him and the underlying danger in her eyes.

"See? I wasn't lying." Yomi said with a pout. "Now, you owe me bean sprouts."

"Right, right." The tanned girl said, waving it away casually. "Sure, we can stop by the store and we can get you whichever one you want."

While Yomi nodded, two more girls appeared, one of them was a short girl with long black hair and an eyepatch over an eye, with the other revealing her eyes to be red as they narrowed in suspicion. Then there was the buxom brunette that stepped down from a floating robot.

Something coursed through him at the disgust he saw in her eyes in a second. It disappeared as if it was never there while she made her way over and dragged a finger over his jaw, but Yomi pulled him away with a pout.

"Now now, I was just appreciating how cute he is." The brunette said, licking her lips. 'Makes me want to toy with him a bit."

"Not now," the tanned girl said, turning to Caleb, "we're just here to give you a little warning."

"Warning?" Caleb asked, but his instincts cried and he drew the Kamete, the bastard sword stopping the katana while Yomi stepped back.

"Yeah, see, things are gonna get a bit… harder from now on." The tanned girl explained, raising her sword and pointing at Caleb. "Unless you wanna get caught in the crossfire, I suggest you step away from this thing completely. Understand?"

"Yeah, whatever." Caleb said, waving his hand while stowing away the Kamete. "Can I go now?" He asked to their surprise, except for the greenette, she looked bored, but her eyes were still on him. Inspecting him like an interesting specimen while he stepped by them.

"Hey, at least listen when people are talking to you!" The shortest one said while Caleb turned to her and shifted, placing a hand on his waist.

"Well, I did, do you have something else to say?" Caleb asked, raising a brow while the girl seemed caught before harrumphing and crossing her arm while the brunette beside her giggled.

"No, that was it." The tanned girl admitted with a shrug while she grabbed Yomi and dragged her while she was pouting. "You're a strange one, huh?"

"We live in a world where Shinobi live and perform assassinations in school uniforms among other things while also being teenage girls. If you think I'm strange, then you clearly haven't seen much of the world, there's a lot of strange things out there." He warned before waving his hands, "But hey, what do I know? Anyway, have a nice day."

With that, he waved away and slipped into the alleys while the feeling of the Shinobi Barrier dissipated. After making sure no one was there, he released a sigh, grimacing. "Damn it, why can't the moment arrive yet. Just one night, that's all I need. Why am I getting involved in all of this?"

He leaned off the wall and made his way back home, with a new worry in tow.


The apartment wasn't blown up, which was a huge relief for Caleb, which means at least one of them can cook without much problem. He nearly collapsed at that revelation at the door.

When he opened the door, he found that it was empty with the exception of a note, detailing him about some lunch and where the girls were for their training. Looking into his fridge, he found a bento box inside and opened it to find the usual. Or at least as far as he knew about bentos.

Rolled omelets, cut sausages to look like octopus, rice and more. Grabbing some chopsticks, he enjoyed the meal with some orange juice before he checked the location on the note.

Once he was done, he could hear the sound of steel clashing steel near a clearing a she stopped before he could step out.

Asuka had restraint, he could see her use the technique he taught her, the bouts of rage that come with practicing the Tiger Claw discipline coming over her face before she squashed it down and got back to fighting. If it was Katsuragi then her emotions would have gone wild and caused her to delve deep into herself, leaving her unable to do much else but attack. Ikaruga was too disciplined, she wouldn't have been able to use it to it's full extent. Hibari wouldn't use it out of fear of what it'd make her, and Yagyu could learn it, but wouldn't use it.

Asuka was kind enough to hold back when she knows she should and aware enough to know when she's acting off and to rein herself in. Sadly, those moments leave an opening, one Ikaruga took advantage of to thrust at her.

Still, Asuka was agile, evading the sword barely before returning to her spar against Ikaruga.

Katsuragi and Hibari's spar was… unorthodox, one of them can read intention due to their practice in the Setting Sun discipline while the other is more instinctive due to her practice in the Diamond Mind discipline.

Hibari had nothing to read when it came to countering Katsuragi's attacks with a throw and Katsuragi didn't have as many avenues to attack since Hibari's own senses make up for her inability to read Katsuragi's intention. The two of them went into bouts of uncertainty that Katsuragi interrupted and either paid for it or was rewarded.

"Ahhh~." Katsuragi yelled, her voice becoming distant while Caleb chuckled internally.

Seems like she paid for it this time.

"So, what are you doing here?" Caleb asked Yagyu, her umbrella unfolded and giving her shade while Caleb leaned against a tree.

Yagyu's singular eye landed on him while her eyes narrowed. "What's that matter to you?"

"I just don't trust the girl with a sword hidden in her umbrella to stand so close. Your dementia might act up and you'll throw it at me instead of the umbrella." Caleb sniped while Yagyu scoffed.

"So not only are your manners skewed, but your eyes are failing." Yagyu sniped back, narrowing her eyes at him while he returned it. Slowly, the two straightened to their full length before they got closer to each other, Caleb looking down at Yagyu while she looked up, the two glaring at each other, chest-to-chest with sparks manifesting between them.

"Why don't you stand over there and I'll show you how well I can throw knives with these failing eyes bitch." Caleb hissed.

Yagyu chuckled lowly, "I hope your mirror won't break after I beat you and show you what dementia looks like bastard."

Meanwhile, the two had conflicting feelings about their position, on Caleb's end, Yagyu's chest felt really good. Yagyu was of the same mind, enjoying Caleb's, still, they glared at each other, challenging them to make the first move.

"Moh! You two." Hibari began but before she could say anything, the two were back in their previous position. The pinkette stomped to them with a pout before being joined by Katsuragi, Asuka and Ikaruga.

"What?" Caleb asked, having brought out the Citadel's Blade and was cleaning it with a rag, something Ikaruga noticed.

Yagyu was also doing the same, maintaining the sword she hid in her umbrella while using the umbrella to provide shade. "What happened, Hibari?"

"You two were arguing again." Hibari pointed out while Caleb and Yagyu glanced at each other.

"Where we?" Caleb asked and Yagyu shook her head.

"I don't think so." Yagyu answered, turning to Hibari, "Are you sure you're not just thirsty, I brought some water for you."

Hibari crossed her arm, still pouting while she said, "So you won't start fighting the moment I look away."

"Nah." Josue waved his hand while inspecting the blade.

Yagyu was doing the same while she answered, "No way."

Hibari looked at them with suspicion, reading their intention while turning away. Once she made a full one-eighty degree turn, Yagyu and Caleb grabbed their weapon and were poised to fight it out behind Hibari's back.

When Hibari made another one-eighty degree turn, the two were right back to where they were, as if they never moved. Still, Hibari pouted and crossed her arms while looking at them while they continued maintaining their weapons.

"That's the sword you used to fight off Yomi." Ikaruga pointed out, to the interest of the others and to Caleb's relief since he won't probably have to contend with Hibari's ire.

"It is." He admitted, brandishing it while the others looked at it.

"Shiny." Katsuragi said and no one piped up to counter her.

"Adamantite." Caleb said bringing it up. "It's known as the The Blade of the Last Citadel, or the Citadel's Blade."

"Oooh." Asuka said, sitting on her knees while Yagyu slowly slipped the blade into the umbrella. "Does it also have a story?" Asuka asked and Josue shrugged.

"If you wanna hear it, I don't mind telling it." He admitted and soon Ikaruga, Yagyu, Hibari, and Asuka joined the circle while he sighed. "I guess you do. Well, where to begin?"

"Maybe from it's creation?" Ikaruga pointed out, interested and shifting slightly while Caleb brought up his shoulders to shrug.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Caleb said, leaning against the tree he was under. "The journal never said how it was made, and according to it, no one actually knows."

"Didn't you say it was made of ada-something?" Katsuragi asked and Caleb nodded.

"Adamantite, but knowing what something is made of and how are entirely different things. Scientifically, fire can't be thrown, but Ikaruga does it like she's throwing dirt." Caleb pointed out while Ikaruga was suddenly finding the ground more interesting. "But I can tell you the story of the Blade of the Last Citadel."

Coughing into his fist, Caleb straightened up and placed the sword against his thigh.


The Citadel's Blade is a sword that's long been wrapped in mystery, no one knows how it was created or where, and only certain stretches of it's history could be confirmed. Those stretches being the beginning and it's first user, otherwise known as the Great Knight Iulian.

"Julian?" Hibari asked.

"With an 'I' instead of a 'J'." Caleb corrected while Hibari nodded but still looked vaguely confused.

Using the Citadel's Blade, he used it against a small army of giants marching on a desolate mountain outpost. It was his tower that was the last line of defense against them with a populated valley behind them.

Iulian and his fellow knights fought to the last man, but still, the tower fell to the giants. Iulian fell leading a charge against the giants and his squire, Terras, took up the blade to defend Iulian. Still, he woke up hours later once the battle was over, wounded, sore, and left for dead.

He raced down the mountainside only to witness the carnage he failed to stop.

"No…" Hibari whined while Yagyu comforted her.

Devastated, he rode on his horse for days until he found a tavern to drink his sorrows away within one of the few villages that wasn't devastated.

Still, misfortune followed him when one of the locals thought to bully him into giving up his sword, Relentlessly he did so while Terras' rage began to boil the more and harder the bully tried to get him to let go of his sword.

Finally, he snapped, grabbing the Citadel's Blade and cutting down the bully.

The girls reeled at that, their hands going for their own weapons and wondering how they'd react if someone tried to go for them, especially after having gone through something so devastating.

Their silence said enough.

Terras was horrified, having done such an act despite his wish to become a knight. He fled, and though the small village had long since disappeared under the skyline, his guilt chased after him relentlessly.

Years later, a Paladin rode his mount to exhaustion, ragged and gasping while the Paladin wasn't any better.

"Wait, what about Terras?" Asuka asked with a confused look, one the others shared as well.

"Soon." Caleb said before continuing the story.

He rode from the frontier until he found a village, walled off while he used the pommel of his bloodied sword to pound on the wall until he was granted entrance. There, he warned everyone who would listen about a horde of bloodthirsty orcs, destroying all in it's path right across the hills.

Many townsfolk laughed him off since not only have orcs not been spotted within the territory for years, but the Paladin didn't look like he was exactly in the best state considering how ragged he looked.

"But wouldn't that make his warnings more credible?" Ikaruga asked before Katsuragi shrugged.

"Beats me, I'm not exactly a villager."

When he saw the reception, the Paladin could only hang his head and ask for a fresh horse. With it left in the direction he came from.

The next morning, the Paladin's body was found a few miles away, surrounded by dozens of orc corpses surrounding his. His armor was broken, his shield was torn, but he still held the Citadel's Blade in his hand.

The Paladin died nameless but the townsfolk gave him a hero's funeral, placing the Blade of the Last Citadel atop it, where none would touch it out of fear of some strange curse that might befall them for desecrating the Paladin's grave site. That was, until, one evening, when the moon was rising above the horizon, an enigmatic white-haired warrior visited the town in search of the weapon.

At the mention of white-haired warrior, the Shinobis' eyes landed on Caleb's hair and the bit of it that was white, almost silver.

The man explained the destiny of the weapon, to stand in defense of those who can't defend themselves, like the villagers. The man spoke with such calmness and clarity, that the townsfolk couldn't help but lead him tot he hero's resting place.

Once there, the warrior bowed his head in quiet meditation and remained motionless for three full nights.

When dawn broke on the fourth day, the warrior and the blade were gone.


"Wait, so was Terras the Paladin?" Katsuragi asked and Caleb simply shrugged.

"I'm just telling you the story, he probably was, but I wasn't there to see it. So maybe it was just passed around or something." Caleb explained, shrugging.

"What about the warrior?" Asuka asked leaning forward and giving Caleb the barest of glances.

Caleb shifted, placing the Citadel's Blade over his lap before answering, "Probably my ancestor, maybe someone else. At the end of the day, it's just a story." He shrugged before he used the sword to get to his feet. "Besides, aren't you girls here to train? I think we wasted enough time with that little story."

Hibari pouted while the others agreed before they stood up. Though she quickly perked up and grabbed his arm, "Let's spar, Caleb."

"Sure?" Caleb said, missing how the others narrowed their eyes at him. Of course, he felt their stares digging into his back, but he didn't say much.

The rest of the day passed by normally with Caleb training with them in turns until they had to leave. For their farewells each of the girl did something different.

Ikaruga hesitated before nodding at him, Katsuragi gave him a hug and she directed his hand to her rear for a squeeze and a wink while no one was looking, Hibari gave him a hug and Asuka did so too. Yagyu, shockingly, said goodbye without insult and he returned it.

Now that his apartment was empty once more, it felt as empty as it was, especially without the girls around to start an argument or something or looking through his things. It was a strange experience but not one he was unfamiliar with.

That was until he saw a note on his desk. Grabbing it, he saw that it was a picture of the Hanzo girls in a group smiling with the note telling him that it was a picture they took and they were leaving it for him.

He ignored the extra that detailed Katsuragi's attempt to turn it perverted and how most of them didn't seem against it, and threw the note away. Grabbing the photo, he reached for his journal and moved to a new page where he slipped the small photo.

He began to write on his journal, detailing what's happened since he last wrote while also noting his reluctance and the feelings that have been boiling under his skin.

That said, he managed to keep himself from turning it into the delusions he sometimes had and ended it before preparing himself to sleep.

He had school in the morning after all.


The bell of a restaurant rang softly while a brunette woman looked up in interest from her current job. "Hm? Who could it be?"

Her question was answered a second later, "I'm home."

The woman smiled softly, "Asuka, welcome back." The woman said while stepping to meet her daughter in a hug. "Tell me, am I a grandma yet?" She couldn't help but tease while Asuka's face became a tomato.

"Mom~." Asuka said while her mother laughed, a fond smile on her face.

"Sorry, sorry." She said while patting her daughter's hair, causing the younger girl to relax, "But really, how was your weekend?"

"It was good." Asuka said, with a smile that her mother could immediately tell was genuine. "Caleb was a gentleman, even if he did argue with Yagyu as much as usual."

Her mother brought up a hand to stifle her laughter, "My, seems like not much has changed since you last told us about him. Let's sit down, I'll make some of your favorite Futomaki rolls."

Asuka's eyes shone in excitement before she moved to the bar to sit down while she detailed the specifics of her training. Her mother listened intently, occasionally, she would comment or point something out, but she was generally listening intently.

Once Asuka finished telling her mother most of what happened, she set down a set of Futomaki rolls down and her daughter began to eat, ignorant of the man behind her, grinning demonically. Fondly, her mother shook her head in exasperation while the man tapped the girl's shoulder.

Asuka turned in confusion, the man moving swiftly around her while performing a handstand on the counter while Asuka looked behind her in confusion. Slowly, she turned around and the seat beside her shifted slightly. Asuka turned and her eyes widened, "Grandpa!"

"Asuka." Hanzo responded, smiling while Asuka hugged his side and he patted his granddaughter's head. He laughed jovially once Asuka released her hold on him. "I heard you've been training hard, is this true?"

Asuka nodded proudly. "Yeah, I even learned something new from Caleb." She said, causing Hanzo's brow to twitch while her mother giggled.

"Now, now dad." Asuka's mother and Hanzo's daughter reached out and pinched his cheek. "We all know Shinobi relationships aren't the most mundane, you especially." She added while twisting it slightly while Hanzo flinched. She let go before adding, "If they're fine with it, I don't see any reason to argue."

"But-." Hanzo tried only to meet his daughter's gaze and quieting down.

"Grandpa~! Mom~!" Asuka whined in embarrassment before bringing her arms up and hiding her head. "Stop that, it's embarrassing."

"Oh you don't know embarrassing." Hanzo said, chuckling into a cup of tea while looking away when his daughter whirled around.

Before either could say, the speaker within the shop switched songs form jazz to another singer that was commonly heard. One Asuka practically grew up with and she knew her mother liked. She didn't know to the extent though.

"Dad, c'mon, that's not necessary." Asuka's mother tried, but Hanzo's eyes glinted with mischief. Before she could stop him, a phone rang and she made her way over. Picking it up, she spoke through it while Hanzo watched her go.

"That bought us thirty seconds." Hanzo said seriously before placing a hand on hi granddaughter's back and pulling her in, whispering conspiratorially. "You remember the artist your mom liked?"

"… Yeah?" Asuka nodded. "I was practically raised off of it."

"Then, how much do you know about American singers like Michael Jackson?" He asked while Asuka slowly turned to her mother.

"But mom's a Shinobi." Asuka pointed out and Hanzo nodded.

"She was before she married your father. She was also a diehard fan of the singer of the song that's playing right now." He said and Asuka stiffened, her eyes wide in shock. "Yes, he was an American singer that came to sing a few songs and he was a sensation. Do you know how many times she tried to go on a job for him or with him? I caught her sneaking out a few times."

"Dad!" Asuka's mother whined while Asuka's view of her mother absolutely shifted.

"It's the truth." Hanzo said, bringing up both hands in a show of resignation but the mischief still sparkled in his eyes. "In fact, one time, Sayuri walked in-."

"Dad!" Asuka's mother said, her face beet red while Asuka was pale and blankly staring into nothing at the connotations. That was, simultaneously, too much information and not enough.

"Oh, I think I've said enough." Hanzo said, waving at her and disappearing before his daughter could chase after her, leaving Asuka awkwardly sit there while her mother was trying to cool down from her flushed face.

Slowly, Asuka couldn't help but ask, "So, was Grandpa telling the truth?"

Her mother could only whine, her shoulders shake in vague amusement and shame along with exasperation. The two were quiet for a long stretch of silence, Asuka slowly eating her Futomaki rolls while her mother calmed down from the bout of embarrassment.

Finally, slowly, her mother joined her, a nostalgic smile on her face. "Yeah. Pretty Boy Richie, he was a star when he first came to Japan. He spoke Japanese, was polite and followed all the customs for any situation. Still, he wasn't exactly the best man."

"What do you mean?" Asuka asked and her mother chuckled, almost sheepishly. "Mom?"

"Well, let's just say that the paparazzi had a field day every day he was here. Every week a new scandal popped up, though the reality was that it was almost daily since many of the women he was caught with were actually Shinobi and needed to be kept secret." Her mother said while Asuka's mind blanched at the connotations while her mother laughed.

"Yeah, what do the Americans say? The nineties were one hell of a time?" She said while Asuka shrugged but still looked confused. "He wasn't exactly very subtle and neither were his band, but while they were popular, among them, Richie was most well-known among Shinobis because of his unnerving ability to find them no matter how hard they hid. It was enthralling but also befuddling, no one knew why."

"Wait, how much of a fan were you?" Asuka couldn't help but ask while her mother blushed and scratched at her cheek sheepishly.

"I… might have passed out a few times at some of his concerts." She admitted while Asuka blinked in shock. "Yeah, looking back at it, I can't help but wonder what the hell I was thinking back then." She said, her eyes blank and her gaze distant while Asuka sucked in her lips and looked away. "Anyway, beyond that, Richie, he was… magnetic in a way not many could be. He was kind, polite, but also extremely rebellious and righteous. Righteous enough to fight off stalkers who 'couldn't get a life much less let someone live theirs'. When he left, he left almost different, restrained in a way, but his music was still loved."

Asuka nodded while her mother laughed. "But then I got married when I fell for your father. Then he died."

Asuka was surprised while her mother nodded. "It was a house fire in the States, a lot of people were sad and even more were confused, but in the end, it was simply what happened. I've long since made peace with it."

"By crying in front of your signed vinyl album, right?" Asuka asked, remembering that day very vividly where even her father looked sad.

Asuka's mother nodded, a bit sheepish. "Seems like some of the little fangirl I buried came right back up on that day. I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's fine." Asuka waved her off. "It's no problem mom. I'm just glad I got to know a bit more about you."

"If only Dad didn't do it like this." Asuka's mother pouted, looking away with slightly flushed cheeks but clear frustration. Though she quickly perked up with a teasing grin. "Speaking of boys, tell me about this Caleb? You took a picture together right? Let me see."

Asuka blushed, bringing her hand up and going for her pocket, something she shouldn't have done as her mother narrowed her eyes and smiled kindly. Her feet hit the floor for a second and then she was behind her, the image clamped between two fingers and a smug grin while the door tot he shop opened.

Her kind father stepped in, looking confused while he had groceries. "I'm home."

"Dear, look at this!" Asuka's mother began before she could stop her. "Asuka took a picture with-."

She stopped once she caught a good look at the picture itself and who was in it. One of the people in the picture was her lovely daughter, that made sense. She could see how Asuka looked on occasion and it looked exactly like she did when she met Asuka's father. The young man, on the other hand…

Also looked very familiar.

Her husband took her silence for shock and looked at the picture, his mind connecting the dots far faster as an ex-lawyer. "Wait, is that… No. But…"

The simple braid on his right side with silver hair. The eyes, the shape of his face, all of it was reminiscent of one man.

"… Asuka." Her mother began slowly, her eyes still on the picture. "Tell me more about this Caleb, his family, his last name, everything, when he was born."

"Umm…" Asuka trailed off, looking for her father for an explanation, but he was also looking at her with curiosity. "His name is Caleb Aridam and he's around seventeen I think? He doesn't remember his family because he got amnesia when he was younger and was picked up by an uncle who traveled a lot. So…" Asuka did the math and told her of the date he should have been born in.

Meanwhile, her mother and father were silent for a second. "The dates and names don't add up."

"He had amnesia." Her father pointed out while he reached for a small booklet of CDs and rifled through it. "Someone must have gotten something wrong, wouldn't be the first time. Asuka." Her father began gently, opening the book to a certain CD and showing her one. "Tell me, does this man remind you of someone."

The CD was one of Pretty Boy Richie's, on the disk was a picture of a man who looked a lot… like…

"Huh~!" She yelled, grabbing the case from her father's hand while he nodded in understanding. After all, how else do you react to having a crush on the son of a famous singer?

It made sense, Caleb was a pretty good singer, but there were so many questions coursing through her mind-.

"Asuka~." Her mother began sweetly before a hand clamped down on her shoulder before she could escape. "Why don't you tell us more about this 'Caleb Aridam'."

Glancing back, Asuka could see her mother's mouth strained into a wide smile while her eyes, barely open, showed nothing but an almost obsessive desire.

The 'fangirl' was back, she looked to her father who was already putting away the groceries and ignoring her daughter's plight.

For the rest of that afternoon, she'd be practically grilled over a fire with how many questions her mother asked.


A/N: The name was a joint effort between me and drake202. I hope you enjoyed anyway.