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Chapter 10

Nick grinned as he watched Harry test the bike. He didn't know what he saw in the things, he liked his old truck thank you very much. Much safer as far as he was concerned. "Do you like it?" He finally asked and Harry frowned.

"It seems a good bike," he finally admitted.

"But…"

"Not sure about the colour," Harry shrugged, and Nick laughed.

"Seriously?"

"What? I'm not sure I like the Italian Red."

"Why not just get the latest version of your old one?" Nick asked as they left the Honda dealership.

"Don't like the look of it," he said as they got into Nick's truck.

Nick laughed but drove away from the lot. "Well you could go for the ever popular Harley Davidson."

"Maybe…pull in here," Harry pointed, and Nick parked.

"Kawasaki," he read as they got out. They went in and looked around the floor, Harry checking a few over before stopping. Kawasaki Ninja ZX-12R, Nick read off the information, but he didn't have a clue about most of it. He wasn't an engine person. Harry straddled the bike, checking how it felt and he grinned even as the salesman walked over.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

"Does it come in black?" Harry asked and the man smiled.

They left an hour later with the paperwork signed and a new helmet to with the new bike.

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Nick laughed as Harry told him about an open air market, mud, a snake and a pretty girl. He didn't know it was an edited version of Harry's meeting Rosha and Jolinar.

Harry hated lying but he didn't think Nick was ready to hear the truth, not yet. He was too settled in Portland; he didn't show much interest in the rest of the world. If he came to New York, then Harry would begin letting things slip. Something told him the Winchester's would be more able to deal with the idea of magic and aliens, same with the Kurosaki's.

His new bike was in the garage, the house had the basic furniture and supplies but he hadn't bothered with a lot since he wouldn't be staying. Part of him wished he could, that he could go back to those years where their only real worries were homework and the occasional bully. It was impossible though and honestly; he didn't really want to be a kid again.

"Any ideas which university you want to attend or what degree?"

"I have a few ideas," Harry sipped his coke. He'd worked out a few subjects he would need, like modern politics because he knew that he would have to deal with various countries, not only in business but once Avalon had to step in. "It's going to be a big change to go from travelling back to classes and business."

"I bet," Nick grinned. "What about a girlfriend?"

"Haven't have one before."

"Not at all?" Nick pushed.

"There was a girl in Japan, Yuzu. I didn't think it was fair to start something when I was leaving though."

"Going to call her now you're back? Or worried about the phone bill to Japan?"

"Actually she's studying in New York, her older brother works for me," he admitted, and Nick grinned again.

"So you'll contact her?"

Harry rolled his eyes and shoved him playfully. "Yes Mum, I'll call her."

"Good."

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Harry double checked the address and then shut his bike down, removing his helmet before getting off and heading up to the door and hitting the buzzer.

"Hello?"

"Dean Winchester?"

"Who is this?"

"Don't recognise me big brother?" Harry asked, leaning against the wall. He heard the buzz of the door unlocking and went inside, heading upstairs. He got to the apartment as the door was pulled open and he grinned. "Hey Dean."

"Harry…" Dean stared at him like he was a ghost.

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Dean couldn't help staring at the younger man in front of him, dressed in denim and leather, hair pulled back…he didn't look much like the kid he'd been, but he'd known from Nick that Harry rode a bike when he moved overseas, explaining the clothes. "Harry…" it had been so long since they'd seen him, they'd all changed and grown a lot since there. He stepped back from the door, inviting him in and Harry followed him, not reacting to any of the protections which was good. "Love the hair," he offered teasingly, and Harry laughed, shrugging.

"Well I've been all around the last few years, never really bothered finding civilisation for a proper cut," he accepted the offered water bottle, settling down opposite Dean. "Nick said you two visited him not long ago."

"You've seen Nick? He was worried about you and his Aunt?"

"Yeah…I showed up after graduation, but she wouldn't let me see him, said my life's going to end up a media circus and she didn't want him dragged into that. Nick's not happy about that, though I can see where she was coming from."

"Yeah, your company even makes the normal news with everything they do. Only Stark gets more air time and that's usually cause of his drunken exploits." He was relieved there was no reaction to the Holy water bottle either. "Harry, I…well, we…..thanks, for everything," he got out and Harry reached over to lightly punch his shoulder.

"We're family Dean, even if I have basically been on another planet the last few years."

Dean laughed at his words, not realising they were the truth. "We've missed you, Nick too before we made contact again."

"I missed you all too," Harry admitted quietly. "How's Sam going?"

"Loving class as always. Even has a girlfriend."

"Oh?"

"Jessica, she's way out of his league but they're cavity inducing sweet together," Dean smirked, and Harry laughed. "I'm meeting them for dinner, plenty of room for one more," he offered, and Harry hesitated but then nodded.

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Sam leant back in the booth, sipping a beer as they waited for Dean. Finally, the door opened to reveal his big brother…and another man with him. Sam frowned in confusion at the sight, something about him… the two walked over to the booth, the stranger studying him and yet, he wasn't a stranger…. It couldn't be, could it? "Harry?" he slid out of the booth and stood up, shocked to find he now looked down at Harry who was grinning at him happily and he found himself smiling in return even as he pulled his big brother into a hug, feeling him return it.

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Jessica watched in confusion until she recognised the name, Harry, the 'brother' they hadn't seen in years. Though they could almost be related with him and Dean having green eyes and sharing darker hair with Sam, although Harry's was even darker, actually black compared to Sam's brown. She smiled when he looked over, standing to offer her hand. "Hi, I'm Jessica Moore."

"Harry Evans, nice to meet you," he shook her hand firmly which was a nice surprise.

"Likewise," she sat down and the guys did as well.

"Sorry for showing up unannounced, Dean said it'd be okay."

"Of course it is," she smiled at him, wondering if he knew what it was her boyfriend and his brother kept hidden. "If you three want to catch up, I can go," she offered, and he shook his head.

"I'm here for a few days, we'll have time," he promised, picking up a menu and soon they were ordering their meals.

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Harry lay in the bed that had been Sam's before he moved in with Jess, very happy with how things were going. Surprisingly there had been little awkwardness between them or even him and Jess. He liked her and he thought she was good for Sam. It felt good to have reconnected with all of his brothers. He'd be leaving in a few days for New York where Methos should have purchased an apartment for him already. He'd be flying out on the newly purchased private jet, with a big enough cargo space for his bike thankfully. He was nervous, Karakura may have been part of Tokyo but it was also a lot like a smaller town in itself, in New York he'd be living in the heart of a massive city. After so long, mostly travelling by himself or living with the Abydonians, the idea of a big city was a little scary but also exciting. Such a place would allow him to vanish when he wasn't having to be Harry Evans, owner of Eques.

He was upset all of his family was on the west coast, but he was hoping to tempt Sam away from Stamford to continue his education once he'd sat his LSAT's. there were excellent Law schools out east after all and he could always pay should Sam not get a scholarship; he could even be sneaky and disguise it as one if he wouldn't accept the help. Where Sam went, Dean would follow. All he'd have to do then is try and coax Nick away from Portland…or leave him there and relatively safe. In the end, it wasn't his decision to make, it was Nick's.

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Harry stepped down the stairs from the plane and watched as his bike was unloaded. He waved to the crew and then rode out from the airport and towards the city. He had the address of his new place in his phone thankfully since he'd never actually ridden through the city before. He took his time, taking in some of the sights as he made his way through the crazy traffic. He drove past the HQ of Eques, taking in the building and happy with what he saw, then past the current Stark Industries HQ only a few streets away. Not as flashy as he would have expected from Stark…then again he had someone else running the company…Stane, or at least he was when Harry had left.

He turned onto Central Park West and found the right building, pulling into the street parking and grinning when he spotted Methos waiting for him. he turned off the engine and removed his helmet before getting off as Methos headed for him.

"Welcome home kiddo," he grinned, and Harry rolled his eyes.

"Nice looking building and very nice location. Good work," he looked around and across at the park.

"You'll love the apartment, specifically the kitchen. Shau'ri and Skaara are already upstairs."

"I've got their paperwork with me," Harry pulled out his bag and shouldered it, following Methos inside as the doorman opened it for them. He whistled softly as he took in the décor.

"The apartment comes with access to a private dining room for residents, a walnut panelled library, screening room, private wine cellars, a health club and pool. Pets are allowed if you want one, the doorman is full-time and of course there's a lift. Four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, plus a library totalling 4,024 square feet."

"Sounds good. Do I want to know the price?" He asked as they got in the lift and Methos handed him the key, showing him how to use it to get the lift to go to the Penthouse.

"Bit under fifty million," was the answer and Harry shook his head.

"Having fun not having to play the poor academic?" he teased and the old man grinned. They lift stopped and they stepped out right into the vestibule and grand foyer framed by a mosaic of cut glass under 13' foot ceilings. The heart of the home was centred around a bronze and glass fireplace, anchoring the living room, overlooking the most stunning views of Central Park and Central Park South skyline. Harry moved to the windows, looking out at the view in awe before turning back to look around more. There was an adjacent library, dining room and terrace. The kitchen was lined with frameless steel, glass and walnut cabinetry and featured views north to the George Washington Bridge and beyond.

"The home is fully automated. Say hi Merlin."

"Welcome home Commander," Merlin's voice answered, and Harry laughed.

"Nice to hear from you too Merlin."

"Harry!" Skaara called as he rushed out to hug the older male and Harry grinned, ruffling his hair. "Are we really living here?" he asked in awe.

"If that's what you want," Harry answered. If you don't like living in the city then there are other options." He pulled out an envelope and handed it over, so the teen opened it. "Everything you need to live in America, passport, social security number, bank account, no driver's license yet, you'll need to take lessons."

"We will adapt, this cannot be stranger than the Deserdi," Shau'ri told him as she walked into the main living area, kissing Harry on the cheek. "Welcome home."

"Thanks," he grinned and handed over her documents.

"All of your things are here and unpacked, though we left your clothing to you. You will need to be fitted for a tuxedo soon as there is a benefit coming up that Harry Evans should appear at to announce he reappearance."

"Wonderful, tell me it's for something worthwhile?"

"The children's hospital, it's black tie." And then he smirked. "Will Miss Kurosaki be your plus one?"

"Methos!" he hissed and then shook his head.

Methos laughed and reached over to ruffle black hair. "Ichigo will be working tomorrow."

"Thanks. Staying for dinner."

"Another time, Duncan's in town so I'm going to rack up bis bar bill."

Harry laughed and Skaara snickered. "Well, have fun and say hi for me."

"Will do. See you later kids."

"Come, see your new home," Shau'ri and Skaara pulled him along to finish the house tour. They had each claimed a bedroom, leaving the master to Harry and one as a spare. They had unpacked his books into the library along with those Harry had them order through Merlin for themselves before they left Avalon.

'Methos has done well,' Excali'an commented and Harry hummed in agreement.

'Very well, the access to Merlin will be great, without tying up the phone line,' Harry agreed as he sat down on his new bed.

'Will Miss Kurosaki be your plus one?' the ancient soul asked, and Harry groaned.

"Not you too," he muttered, hands pressed to his eyes and Excali'an laughed.

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Ichigo sat at his desk, going over some documents when he felt the rest of the room fall silent. After years of fighting he could easily feel someone approaching, watching him…and they had been, but he had disregarded them as a threat…because they were familiar. He looked up and his eyes widened as he spotted the familiar younger male approaching. How was he meant to do this? Last time they saw each other, Harry had been his little sisters crush and friend but now he was his boss. It seemed the years away had been good for Harry, he'd filled out, maybe even grown a little more, his hair long enough to tie back. Ichigo stood up and bowed as if they were back home and Harry laughed but returned the bow.

"It's good to see you, Ichigo," Harry offered his hand and Ichigo took it, shaking.

"Welcome back, Sir."

That got an eye roll from Harry who motioned for him to follow him to the elevators where they went up to an office that was obviously unused though well appointed. "Why Ianto hasn't been using this thing.. take a seat, want anything?"

"No Sir."

"We're in private, you can drop the Sir. It feels weird coming from you," Harry grabbed a water bottle and sat on a couch, waving Ichigo down onto the opposite one. "I hear congratulations are in order, though belated."

"Thank you."

"How does Orihime like New York?"

"She enjoys it, especially the parks and museums. Not to mention the food," he grimaced slightly and then they both laughed, Harry had been exposed to her interesting tastes. "She…well, she's pregnant," he admitted, and Harry's eyes widened before he grinned.

"That's wonderful! You've had years of practice with the girls at least. How far along is she?"

"About three and a half months," he couldn't help grinning back at Harry. It had been four years since he had seen the younger male, but he seemed the same. "The girls are loving the idea of being Aunts."

"And your Dad?" Harry was obviously trying not to laugh, and Ichigo rolled his eyes.

"The usual dramatics."

"Fingers crossed your baby takes after you or your sisters then."

"Please," Ichigo whispered. "Yuzu was asking about you the other day, whether or not you were back yet."

"Oh…"

"They both miss you, it's not a crush thing. Just her turn to ask I guess," Ichigo was quick to say.

"I was planning on surprising them," Harry admitted and Ichigo stared at him, hard, before nodding.

"Want their schedules?" he offered, and Harry smiled.

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Yuzu left her last class for the day, looking forward to returning to the room she shared with her sister, dodging around other students.

"Excuse me, do you know any nice places to eat around here?" a male voice asked, and she went to answer only to realise they were speaking Japanese.

She turned and her eyes went wide in shock. "Harry!" She dropped her bag and threw herself at him, making him laugh but catch her.

"Missed you," he whispered before setting her down to scoop up her bag. "Call Karin, I'm taking you two out for the evening," he told her, and she grabbed her phone to call her twin, excited but also a little nervous. It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, would they still fit together like they had back in high school when he was the quiet foreign student and they were the well-known local girls? She hoped so.

TBC…