Hey, guys! I have decided to release another chapter, "A Wild, Wild Saturday." This chapter is a slow read, but stay tuned for the next chapter. I know it has been months since I released this. Please believe that I plan to come back with this. I want to put this to rest as well. Enjoy!

Yawara thought it was very cliche to call his ukelele guitar, Ol' Reliable. It was also very cliche that the only couple of songs that he knew came from ukelele singer Israel Houghton. As he sat on the sandy beach, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," was playing. Its gentle melodies were calming to the Pussycat as the day was coming to a close. The fans were long gone. The meet-and-greet was a success. The Wild, Wild Pussycats made their fans gave them a resounding roar. The approval kept their names ringing for the time being. Now, what they wanted were some rest and relaxation.

The manager's team was nice to provide a quaint luau for the group. Tiki torches stood in the circles, a small bar to dine and to wine, and of course, a fire as Yawara was humming to his melody. Tonight was going to be a great night. He was quite unsure about the others. Some melodies weren't enough to soothe an aching heart.

"Pour me another," Tomoko asked the bartender to give her another shot of Wild Turkey. The former Pussycat was soothing her worries in liquor. A few feet away, she was watching Izuku and Ryuko sitting beside each other by the warm fire. Izuku had his legs crossed as Ryuko was feeding him a chocolate cake. Izuku didn't resist each time he was being fed. She could tell that it was making him happy. It should be me feeding the cinnamon roll that treats. Not that plastic blonde bimbo!

Izuku blushed when Ryuko wiped his cheek with her fingers. With the chocolate residue, she licked it with her fingers. "What," she said while she blushed. "Can't waste any good cake, can we?" She dug another spoonful for him to eat. "Open up, Deku," she said as she inserted another piece into his mouth. Each morsel, each bite was made with love. The feelings were mutual as her knees were touching his.

Their eyes met. Izuku couldn't stop looking at his auntie. Ryuko couldn't stop looking at her Deku. Earlier in the day when they were going to the meet-and-greet, Ryuko suggested keeping their relationship a secret.

'Don't think it is because I don't love you,' she said. 'Just need time to relay it out to everyone. Not everyone can understand the dynamic of our relationship.'

'Auntie, I care about you. I like you. I am unashamed,' he confessed to her.

'Baby, listen to me,' said Ryuko. 'Tomoko was a handful. I am unsure how Shino or Yawara could handle it. And trust me, I won't ever let Tomoko do you like that again. Understand?'

'Yes, ma'am.'

She pecked him on the cheek. 'Tonight, when we go to sleep, I promise to make it up to you.' She grabbed his hand. 'Please, give me some time to think this through.'

'Ok, Auntie. I trust you.'

'That's my Deku.'

"That's my Deku," whined Tomoko as she asked the bartender for another drink. The bartender swayed his hand, telling her that she had enough. She raised her eyebrows. "Who in the hell directs you to tell me when I had enough." She spat at him. "I pay your salary, you slimy bastard."

Tomoko felt the soft touch of a familiar brunette. "She's cut off." The bartender nodded as he ventured to do his own duty. Shino turned to her friend. "Tomoko, pipe down. Are you trying to attract attention?"

The emerald-haired girl belched. "How can't I?" She pointed at Izuku and Ryuko. "When you have that plastic bimbo bitch piping her relationship over there in front of us." She pointed harshly. "Think you are hot stuff, bitch? Well, let me come over there and kick your ass." Tomoko barely made it out of her seat before stumbling onto the sandy ground. That constituted a laugh out of the leading Pussycat. "Easy, Ragdoll. You are about to live by the name if you don't get it together."

As she was spitting out sand, she cursed. "The nerve of that bitch! Throwing the relationship out there."

Shino sat Tomoko up. "Calm down. First, Ryuko is your friend, your sister, your teammate. Second, there is no relationship other than auntie and nephew. Or brother and sister." Shino knew that Tomoko wasn't far from the truth. The obviosity was apparent but decided to allow Ryuko to confessed on her own terms. The blonde Pussycat always wore her heart on her sleeve.

No way could she stand in the way of love.

However, lust was a different story.

"C'mon, Tomoko. Time for beddie-byes." Shino picked up Tomoko and helped her go to the tent next to the bonfire to sober her up. "Hey, whatever you fucking whore," slurred Tomoko. "You are only trying to get me distracted so you can fuck Izuku as well, don't you?"

"No, Tomo. No one is doing anything tonight."

"You better," she belched loudly. "For I have connections and I can keep him whatever I want him."

"Darling, you work as a manager for a second-rate company," said Shino. "And you live in a studio apartment. No offense. The worst you can do is…" Her conversation was interrupted when Tomoko began retching. The girl was officially out for the night.

Meanwhile, Izuku observed the scene. He became concerned. "Is Tomoko okay?" Ryuko turned to see the scene. Granted that she should be upset about what Tomoko did to Izuku earlier. She was still her teammate. Yet again, it wasn't going to stop her from laughing about it. She clicked her tongue. "Tomo was poor when handling her liquor."

Izuku began to stand up. "I think I should help her." Ryuko grabbed his hand. She nodded to him. "Stay!" She stood up as she dusted off her sundress and headed to attend to Shino and Tomoko. Yawara and Izuku were left alone.

Yawara continued to play the tune. "Any requests, Izuku my boy?"

Izuku stuck out his tongue as he tried to think. "Can you play 'Lucid Dreams?'"

Yawara stopped as if he was insulted. "Izuku! My God! Must we realize that the only reason the song was popular was because of Sting?" He patted his instrument. "If you would have said that, then maybe I could have played a cord or two. Shame on you, Izuku."

Izuku laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "Can't help if a brother can try."

That boasted a laugh out of the Pussycat. "Izuku, my boy. You are always a great lad. A sweet lad."

"Thanks, Uncle!"

"Don't mention it, kid!" He made a sound with a cord. "You often make me wish I would have said something before switching genders."

Izuku gave him an awkward look which made Yawara look away.

"I am going to pretend that I didn't hear that," said Izuku as he stood up. He saw that the girls were gone. Presumably, they must have taken Tomoko back to the cabin. "Hey, Uncle. I am going to take a leak. I'll be right back."

"Go along, my wayward son," replied Yawara. "I will hold the fort. In fact, let me send you off with a song."

Izuku walked away as Yawara sung the theme song of Gilligan's Island.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle,
With Izuku,
The Ragdoll too,
The Pussycat and his 'tar,
The Pixie-bob,
The heroes and Mandalay's
Here on Izuku's Isle.

The jungle-like forest was an assault on all senses. The virescent hues were the foreground, the background and as high up as one could see. The heat and humidity pressed in on the skin making sweat pointless. The sounds of the insects, the birds, and the larger animals created a symphony of nature calling one deeper. The leaves brushed up against one and one's feet sprung up with each step. The air tasted both sweet and fresh, like flowers blooming on one's tongue.

Izuku was familiar with the beach but wasn't aware of the depthness of the forest. He concentrated on draining his liquids that he didn't pay attention to his sense of direction. He tried to tell himself that he wasn't lost. This was Japan, he told himself. At some point, there has to be a way out.

He heard a sound ruffling from behind him. On his guard, he picked up a branch. Preparing for his attack, out came of the bush was his Aunt Shino. In her hand, she had a flashlight. "There you are," she said worriedly. "We were concerned about you." Izuku sighed as he tossed the branch to the side.

"Thank God," said Izuku. "For a second, I didn't know what to do."

Aunt Shino giggled. "Fortunately, being a leader means having a strong sense of direction." She fixed her eyes on Izuku. "Why didn't you head to the cabin to use it?"

Izuku leaned against the tree. "You guys had your hands full. Didn't want to interrupt."

She pursed her lips. "Still, in the future, be careful! You don't know what could be here." She lowered her eyes. "You don't want your precious aunties to worry about you, eh?"

Izuku shook his head in disagreement. "No, ma'am, I wouldn't."

Shino nodded. "Good, let's get out of here."

Shino led the way as she and Izuku were returning back to the beach. Things were going well. It was until she fell in a ditch.

"Ouch," she cried. She hit the ground head first and felt a great sensation of pain coming from her leg. She tried to move it, but the pain made her scream.

Izuku ran to her aid. "Auntie Shino! Are you okay?"

Straining, she tried to speak, spitting out the dirt and debris. "I am in pain."

"Think you can walk it?" Izuku was cautious as Aunt Shino was wearing a black micro bikini. He was thanking God that she was wearing a towel to conceal her sex appeal. "Ok, I am going to touch your leg and see if you are feeling any sharp pain." Izuku glided his finger to her ankle. She hissed. "Yes! Right there!" She shouted loud into the heavens.

"Ok, don't panic." Izuku wasn't the best in first aid. However, he remembered his Uncle Toshi teaching him on handling pain. Izuku took off his shirt. Using his shirt to support her ankle, he tied it in a knot. "Okay, I am going to do my best to lift you up," he told her. "Think you can handle it?"

Auntie Shino nodded to him. "I...I can try," she told him. Izuku used much of his strength to pick her up. He reached for her arm. He was cautious, in fact, he was nervous. Her breasts were hovering near his first, which made the emerald-haired child turn beet red.

"Can you manage to stand," asked Izuku.

"I think so," said Shino. "Keep me close."

"Yes, ma'am."

Izuku took slow steps as they ventured out of the forest. Aunt Shino instructed him where to go. He was cautious, trying to take it easy on her since she stated that she was in pain. From time to time, he heard muffling. He became concerned as he didn't want to put her in pain. "Whenever you want to stop and take a break, we can," he told her.

"Sure, Izuku," she said. She took an opportunity to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you for being a savior to me." She lowered her head. "Even though I was trying to get you out."

"Don't worry, Auntie. Thank you for being concerned," reaffirmed Izuku. "For that, I will make it up to you."

She gave him a glaring, yet alluring look. "I think I might know something you can do." Especially I have faked this injury to get closer to you. This night had only begun, my dear Izuku. Prepare to show you how a real woman makes love to their cinnamon roll!

To be continued….

Ryuko tilted Tomoko's head so she was able to retch out the unverified amount of alcohol she consumed. Normally, Tomoko could handle her liquor. What was different? Tomoko continued retching in the toilet. Meanwhile, she was worried about Izuku.

Something was off. She could sense it. Then yet again, she could be smelling the brewery out of the toilet.

As she put her fingers to her hair, she couldn't get Izuku out of her mind. And wondering why Shino was taking so long on getting medicine.

To be continued...for real this time.