A/N: Gomen for not writing for a while. It's been like. Omg. Like almost a year. And it's quite late at night now. And my writing style has changed yet again.

Disclaimer: See previous chapter.

"SOUMA AYAME! WHAT IS WITH THIS LAPTOP YOU GAVE ME!" Hatori screamed into his cell-phone, his face flushed with embarrassment at what he had found on the fluffy pink laptop.

"…nn…Ha-san it's too early to be yelling at mee…" Ayame replied groggily.

"Well I'm yelling anyway. Now explain."

"Oh I can't remember what I put on there. You must come by and show it to me and Gure. Then we can have a nerdy LAN party and watch Digimon and quote Starwars and eat bagels and all that good stuff. K? Good. I expect you over here in promptly five minutes. I-"

"No! We aren't nerds who are going to sit around being nerds! I appreciate the laptop but its content-"

"OH NOW I REMEMBER! But, Ha-saaaan, I thought you like hardcore Inuyasha yaoi! You know with the Sesshoumaru and the Naraku and the hot tub and the-"

"NO! THAT IS WRONG!"

"But it's hot. Admit it. It's hot."

Hatori abruptly hung up his phone and chucked it across the room. It must've been MAGIC too, because it started cursing at Hatori with various profanities that even Hatori hadn't heard of.

"Anger management you fing b! Treat your d cell phone with fing respect! Or else I'll get my buddy PDA to shove a up your with a and a and probably even some . Yeah that's right. Walk away. I see. coward!"

Hatori sighed and reached inside a drawer for a pack of cigarettes. His eye twitched when his hand felt something unusual (and he didn't want to know what it was) and realized that Ayame must have gone through his house and picked out all cigarettes. Then his lip pulsated when he remembered that he was supposed to be quitting smoking.

"F!" he yelled and heard the doorbell. Great, now what could it be. Anything to make my day even worse, I s'pose.

Before he could even get up to get the door, Ayame ran through the door with a red-eyed Shigure behind him on what looked like a leash.

"MY DEAREST HAA-SAN! HOW DARE YOU CURSE PROFANITIES! I was only a few feet from your door when I hear none other than the infamous F-word from your beautiful, cigaretteless lips!" Ayame proclaimed, shaking a finger at the miserable dragon.

"Aaya…Cigaretteless isn't a real word. My computer is putting little red lines under it and-" Shigure interrupted, having remembered trying to use that word before.

"ALAS! If your computer were made with MAGIC, then there would be no little red lines! Oh no! There would be a thousand red flaming claws coming out of your monitor trying to claw you to death, since it does not like your sad attempt at a word," Ayame declared knowingly. Shigure and Hatori just sat there with blank looks on their faces, too tired and cigaretteless to understand or even care about the crazy things Ayame just said.

Sighing, Hatori clenched his fists and sat down on the couch, knowing nothing else to do. Becoming more sympathetic, Ayame sat down next to Hatori and laid a hand on the clenched fist.

"My dear Haa-san… I am sorry for putting you through so much pain, but you know and I know that it's for your own good. I swear you'll thank me for this later," he consoled. Hatori didn't respond and just sat there for a few minutes until Shigure came up with a brilliant idea.

"I. AM. A. GENIUS. I. KNOW. WHAT. WE. CAN. DO." He said very matter-of-factly.

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…no."

And at that, Shigure broke into tears and began to bawl on the floor again, devastated beyond belief that his great idea will never be used.

That was, it would never be used until he got his great second idea of how to make them listen to his great idea which is another idea in the first place. Who knew little Gure-san could think of so many ideas with such a seemingly small mental capacity?

All he had to do was…

A/N: Lawl cliffhanger again. Sorry about the lame-ish chapter. I just wanna see if anyone who liked this is still alive. Let me know :3