Title: How to Be Good Parents (Kind of)

Summary: What will you do if one day you find a child outside of your door? Yata thought he should do the two best actions: tell Fushimi and then faint. Fushimi just wanted to get rid of the kid but of course it wasn't that easy. Well, they would just have to learn how to take care of a child – and maybe some other things in the process. SARUMI AU

Disclaimer: I do not own K.

Step Two: Be Tolerant

Fushimi Saruhiko had known Yata Misaki for a long time – though, not very long. And from the first time they talked to each other, they both knew that they wouldn't get along well – they would not get along at all. Period. It was a miracle that the two of them were still alive after a few years of living together with them both wanting to harm each other each day – or in better times: each week.

The two young men first met when Fushimi was moving into the apartment when they were both twenty-two.

It was a cold morning in mid-November. A twenty-two year-old Fushimi Saruhiko grumbled audibly as he climbed up the stairs to his cousin's apartment. A few weeks ago, Fushimi had called his cousin (as his mother had suggested) and had asked whether he could stay at his place for a short while until he could find his own apartment because he would be transferred into a high school in the city of Shizume soon and he would move out as soon as he found an apartment. After a short moment of silence, his cousin spoke and told him that Fushimi couldn't actually stay at his place as he actually had a guest coming over most of the time (Fushimi didn't ask who because he was sure he didn't want to know), but Fushimi didn't have to worry for he got another place where Fushimi could stay at for a while or permanently: the other apartment above the Scepter Bookstore. He had said that if Fushimi agreed, he could make some arrangements for Fushimi. Fushimi had asked a few questions and had got some answers such as: "Yes, there's a person living in the apartment", "Yes, he's a guy", "Yes, he's normal", "Yes, he is not really weird or annoying". Fushimi had thought for a while and told his cousin that he would move out if the guy was either weird or annoying (or worse: both) before stating his agreement. For some reason, he could feel his cousin's smirk before the line went dead.

And now, here he was, standing in front of his cousin's apartment with a small frown on his face. Fushimi schooled his face into an expressionless mask before knocking on the waiting door rather gently. Fushimi could hear the call of "Please wait" from his cousin before the door was finally opened a few seconds later. An ever-composed Munakata Reisi stood in the doorway, hand still enclosed around the door's handle. The man was wearing a simple white button-up shirt and a pair of dark pants. His hair style was the same as the last time Fushimi ever met him and that was a few months before, but only a bit longer. His dark hair was framing his pale face; his fringe was styled on the left, and a bit of his hair was sticking from behind his ears. His wire-framed spectacles were perched on the bridge of his nose, framing his dark eyes. He greeted the younger man with a cool smile before inviting him in.

Munakata soundlessly directed Fushimi into his living room and told him to sit on the couch and wait for him because he wanted to make some tea for them both. Fushimi had nodded and let Munakata walked towards a doorway, which he guessed led to the kitchen, and disappeared from his sight. As soon as the older man was gone, Fushimi let his eyes swept around the room. The living room was comfortable-looking enough – not very big, but comfortable – and he guessed, the other apartment's living room must be like this too. Munakata's living room was very clean and tidy; the furniture was well-arranged and free from dusts and the floor was sparkling clean. Fushimi really hoped that the other apartment's living room was as nice as Munakata's living room but that really depend on the tenant, who might actually become Fushimi's future roommate. Fushimi let his mind drifted to the mysterious (kind of) future roommate and wondered whether the guy was a clean-and-tidy or the okay-where's-the-floor type of person; the people-are-pleasant-company or the being-alone-is-better type of person; the silence-is-bliss or the let's-make-a-concert-in-the-living-room type of person.

Before his mind could supply any more idea of what-type-of-person-might-my-future-roommate-be, Munakata announced his presence as he gracefully walked towards Fushimi and placed a tray on the table in between the couches; he served a cup of tea to Fushimi and one for himself. He then made his way towards the seat facing Fushimi and sat down. The two cousins took a sip of their tea then began to talk. First, they had a small talk – which they rarely had. Then, they talked about the apartment and Fushimi's future roommate. Munakata confirmed that the apartment's design would be the exact copy of his apartment. He also told Fushimi a little bit about his future roommate. Fushimi found out that the guy was actually one of Munakata's employees, the Scepter Bookstore's worker and that he was a bit loud but he wasn't really annoying – or so, Munakata claimed. Fushimi thought if the guy was loud, he was sure to be annoying. Munakata suggested that Fushimi should go and see the guy himself if he wasn't sure and Fushimi agreed to see him later. He also said that he would make up his mind then. After that, they talked about the rent and other arrangement to be made if Fushimi decided to move in.

Less than twenty minutes later, the two men were done talking. Fushimi supposed the rent was alright and everything was fine – well, Munakata was really good at managing stuff. After making sure everything necessary was said, Munakata decided to take Fushimi to see his future roommate which Fushimi gladly said 'Sure' to. Fushimi had to wait for Munakata to put the tray away and wiped the table for a bit before they both went downstairs, to the bookstore where the roommate was supposed to be. Fushimi and Munakata stood next to the counter, ignoring the employee behind the counter, looking for Fushimi's might-be roommate. It took them less than five minutes to spot the guy, a short redhead who was helping a little girl to get a book from the third shelf from the counter. The guy was wearing a gentle smile on his face and for a second Fushimi wondered whether the guy was indeed a guy because he looked kind of like a girl. Fushimi shrugged. It wasn't like it was unusual; he had met a lot of pretty boys before. Fushimi continued to watch the guy. He looked like he would be around sixteen but Fushimi wasn't very sure; Munakata had told him that his younger employee was nineteen year-old. Well, maybe the guy was nineteen because he couldn't be older than that…or could he?

"Do you fancy meeting him?" The question from Munakata broke his chain of thought about the redhead. Fushimi tore his gaze away from the redhead and faced his cousin.

"It's alright; I just want to have a look at him," Fushimi answered. He wasn't in the mood to talk to the redhead; he just wanted to study the guy. He let his eyes trailed back to the redhead. He was okay, as far as Fushimi could see. He looked normal enough (though a bit feminine), nice and not annoying or weird. He looked like he was the delinquent-type but as long as he didn't like to cause trouble, Fushimi didn't mind. "Have he ever caused any trouble?" Fushimi asked, not looking away from the redhead.

"Not lately," answered Munakata. "Yata was quite a delinquent before; always causing troubles. But, he's changed after I talked to him. He rarely – almost never – cause any trouble nowadays. And despite his rather brash look and attitude, he's actually a really nice person." Ex-troublemaker was okay Fushimi guessed. And the guy – Yata – didn't really looked dangerous or anything.

"How old is he? Nineteen?" Fushimi asked. "He looks like he's sixteen," he added after a while.

Munakata chuckled. "Sixteen?" he repeated. "Well, close but not quite. He's twenty-two."

Fushimi instantly faced Munakata, an eyebrow raised. "Excuse me?"

"He's twenty-two," Munakata stated again. "If I'm not wrong, he is supposed to be older than you by a few months," he added.

"Him," Fushimi pointed to the redhead who was still helping the little girl. "Older than me?" he asked, pointing to himself. "Are you serious?"

"Yes." Munakata shrugged elegantly as Fushimi's eyebrow rose higher. "So, what do you think of him?"

Fushimi watched the redhead, worrying his bottom lips, "He's okay, I guess. He doesn't look annoying or weird. And he rarely gets into troubles. Okay, I think."

"He's a good and responsible person," Munakata voiced.

"Doesn't really matter but okay."

"So?" prompted Munakata.

"So," Fushimi repeated, "do you mind showing me my room?"

That evening Fushimi had taken all of his stuff in and had already organized everything inside his new room. He had felt very satisfied when he first entered the apartment. Yata, the redhead, Fushimi's new-roommate turned out to be the clean-and-tidy type of person though he didn't look like it and so the apartment was well-organized and clean.

Fushimi was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through the channels of the television. He wore a bore expression on his face, noting that there was no interesting show on. In the end he just turned the TV off, deciding to just sit down and rest. Fushimi brought up his watch and looked at the time: 6.57 PM. It was almost seven and Yata was not yet home. Munakata told him earlier that the bookstore would be closed by nine o'clock so he guessed Yata wouldn't be back any time soon. Fushimi was thinking whether he should wait for Yata or go to bed. It wasn't really important for him to meet the redhead but he was just curious about the latter; he didn't even know the guy's full name. Well, you see, he thought that should know things about his roommate. Since he just moved in earlier that day, he still felt tired and he was quite grateful that he didn't have to go to work the next day. He was just about to get up and head to his room when the front door was opened and Yata entered. Fushimi instantaneously turned toward the door. Fushimi blinked. It was his first time seeing the redhead this close.

At first the redhead didn't notice Fushimi. When he did, he blinked before a genuine smile bloomed on his face. For some moments, none of them talked; both were looking at each other – Yata with a smile on his face and Fushimi with a calculating look. Yata then made his way towards Fushimi, holding out his right hand, offering a handshake. The latter kept staring at him unblinkingly. It was Fushimi's first time seeing Yata this close and there was only one thing floating on his mind.

"Hi, I'm–" Yata didn't manage to complete his sentence before Fushimi cut him off.

"You really look like a girl, especially this close."

Yata's stopped walking and his smile vanished, a frown taking its place. "Excuse me?"

"What's your name?" Fushimi asked immediately. Yata's frown deepened.

"Yata," he answered, "Yata Misaki."

Fushimi blinked. Is he joking? "Are you joking?"

"No. Why?"

"Misaki? Really?" Fushimi raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. Why?"

Fushimi couldn't help the smile – or rather: smirk – that was appearing on his handsome face. "Oh." He let his eyes trailed down the redhead's figure and his smirk widened. So, not only did the redhead look like a female, he'd got a female-like name, too. "Mi-sa-ki," Fushimi pronounced syllable per syllable, testing the name on his tongue. "Are you really twenty-two, Misaki? Because you really looked like you're sixteen," he stated. "Or rather, you looked like a female middle-school student." That wasn't necessary but Fushimi just thought that it would be nice – ha-ha – to say that, the truth.

Looking at Yata's face, Fushimi knew that the redhead didn't really appreciate that. A deep frown was settled on the other man's face; his warm brown eyes were no longer warm, instead, it was glaring coldly at Fushimi. The guy's lips were set in a thin line and his hands were clenched tightly on either sides of him.

"Listen here," Yata said, after a long time of silence – and glaring at Fushimi. "I've never seen you before and this is the first time I've ever talked to you. But, I'm very, very sure that I don't like you. You're a rude jerk. And don't ever call me 'Misaki'," he added after a while.

Fushimi ignored the last bit. "Oh, so, calling someone a jerk is not rude, is it?"

"Well, should I remind you that you called me a girl first?"

"I was merely telling the truth. You do look like a girl." Fushimi shrugged. "Though, not the pretty one," he added softly.

"Jerk."

"Idiot."

"I really don't like you," Yata affirmed.

"Well, I never really like someone who hates me," said Fushimi.

"Fine."

"Fine..."

And that was how their first encounter happened. Pretty boring, right? But, of course, this couldn't be all. Something must have happened because the first meeting was what the two young men remembered most of the times they spent together.

Yata spared another glare at Fushimi before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He breathed out, allowing himself to relax. He felt his muscle slacken and the tension in his head eased. Slowly, he opened his eyes and without giving Fushimi another glance, he walked out of the living room and into his room. Or, probably, he was about to walked out of the living room and into his room. Because before he could make it there, he made it onto Fushimi's body first.

"What a sensitive girl," Fushimi said under his breath. Yata heard it very clearly – his ears were kind of alert to insults, you see. Fushimi absolutely knew that.

The insult was very petty but Yata couldn't help but to be insulted by it. Without wasting any time, Yata turned around and walked hurriedly towards Fushimi. The guy (Yata didn't even know his name) annoyed him so much and it had been only a while. "You fucking jerk," he said before he brought up his hand and struck Fushimi hard on the nose. And listen here kids, Fushimi was never a person who backed down whenever someone hit him. He was a rather generous person; you hit him once, he hit you twice. And so, he did the appropriate – to him – thing: He hit Yata hard on his cheek and stomach.

"You hit me twice!" Yata exclaimed.

"And that matters because?!" Fushimi shot back.

And it didn't take the two young men even a minute to end up rolling on the floor, kicking and punching each other with all their might. Minutes passed and the two men were still on the floor. Yata was sitting on top of Fushimi, his legs straddling the dark-haired man. He was holding Fushimi by his collar and with his other hand; he hit Fushimi on his cheeks. Twice. Yata had a triumphed smirk as he hit Fushimi for the third times. And unexpectedly, Fushimi had a smirk on his face as Yata gave the third blow. Yata blinked, surprised. Another lesson, when you're hitting someone and they smirk, you should never falter. Instead, keep hitting them because if you don't, they'll have their chance to top you – in this case, literally.

And so, seeing Fushimi smirking face, Yata faltered and Fushimi never waste an opportunity. "My turn," he said as he quickly toppled Yata over, his hands on both of Yata's shoulder. So, right now, he was the one who was straddling a wide-eyed Yata. His winning smirk was blinding as he looked at Yata in the eyes. "Surprised, darling?"

Yata's widened eyes instantly sharpened. He tried to punch Fushimi but the latter captured his hand and held onto it. He tried with his other hand but Fushimi did the same. Fushimi's smirk widened as he brought Yata's hands on top of the redhead's head and held them there with one hand. Yata glared hotly at him. "Didn't you hear me? I said it's my turn." He tilted his head a bit to one side. "You know, you've got pretty nice skin. It would be a shame if someone ruins it, right?" He stopped for a moment. "Well, it's already a bit ruined. But you know what I mean; what a shame if someone ruins it even more..." He hit Yata on the redhead's cheek. "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Yata tried to get out of Fushimi's tight grip because he really wanted to kick that smug expression from Fushimi's face but failed. Fushimi chuckled at Yata's futile effort. "Now, be a good boy and let me do my thing."

"Let me go, bastard!"

"Less talking, more action, Misaki," Fushimi said with a sing-song voice. He shot Yata with a punch and was about to land another one before the front door burst open.

A disappointed Munakata was standing at the doorway together with two of his employees, staring down at the two men on the floor. Fushimi's grip loosened and Yata took that chance to push Fushimi off him. Fushimi landed on his bottom and he glared at the redhead who was glaring back at him. He was about to jump Yata again but the two men by Munakata's side were already holding them back. Munakata towered over them, frowning.

"I expected better from you both," said Munakata below whisper, his disappointment clear in his voice. Both of Fushimi and Yata looked at the older man. The words sounded louder in the two men's ears. Yata looked down, feeling ashamed but Fushimi held on his gaze. "Less than ten minutes and here you two are."

"He started it…" Yata said weakly. Fushimi stayed quiet.

"I do not want to hear excuses," Munakata instantly replied. "What I want is for the two of you to act like the adults you are and not act like children. You should know better than to fight with each other," he paused. "I want you both to stop this childish act. Whatever caused this, I want you to fix it. I'm not going to tolerate another fight under my roof. So, you both better apologized to each other and never repeat this incident." A smirk rose on the man's face as he looked at the downturned face of Yata and the glare from Fushimi. "You act like children and I will treat you like one. So, now, children, apologize."

Both Fushimi and Yata didn't move. Yata was still looking down, muttering to himself. Fushimi was glaring at Munakata, it was clear on his face that he refused to apologize. Munakata held Fushimi's gaze, challenging him.

"I'm not staying here," Fushimi said suddenly, getting on his feet. Munakata's eyes followed him. "I'm not going to stay in a place with this guy." Fushimi pointed at Yata. Yata, who was already looking up since Fushimi got up, was frowning.

"Do I look like I want to stay in a place with you?" he asked, only looking at Fushimi. None of them spoke; they were both scowling at one another.

"Oh no, you don't," Munakata broke the silence. "You," he directed his gaze towards Yata, "will be happy to have Fushimi staying here with you. And you," and his gaze was back on Fushimi, "will stay."

"What?" both young men exclaimed.

"I'm not staying!"

"I don't want him here!"

"You both will. So, now, apologize and be nice to each other." Fushimi really wanted to brush the smirk from Munakata's face. "Yata, if you want to keep your job, do it. And Fushimi, your mother would be very happy to hear about this, right?"

Yata watched Munakata. He had his pride and his pride was telling him to get up and out of this place. Screw his job, he could find a job better than this. But, Yata knew he couldn't do that. He really liked – loved – his job and he knew he couldn't find a job better than it. So, he threw his pride aside and took a deep breath. He turned towards Fushimi. The man was stubbornly not looking at him.

Fushimi was nervous. His mother would be very happy indeed. He glared at Munakata. He had no doubt that the older man would tell everything to his mother if he didn't do as Munakata said and he didn't want to think of what his mother would do to him. He silently cursed Munakata and his manipulative head. Fushimi looked down and steeled himself.

"I'm—"

"Sorry," Fushimi spoke, cutting Yata mid-sentence. It was clear on his face that he was saying it unwillingly. Yata blinked. He looked at Munakata and was unsurprised to find the man having a satisfied expression on his face.

"Huh?" Yata said but he quickly recovered. He turned to Fushimi. "I mean, yeah, sure. I'm, um, sorry, too, I guess."

"It wasn't that hard, right?" Munakata was clearly mocking them. "Now, I want you boys to make up. I don't want to have you two fighting again, am I clear?"

"Yes," both answered softly.

"Good. Now, get up, both of you. Go to your rooms and get cleaned up. Talk to each other tomorrow, nicely," Munakata told them. "Now, go." He watched as the two young men rose and walked away – Fushimi glared hotly at Munakata before he did. "Children," he said under his breath.

Munakata didn't know why he insisted on both men living together. Looking at them both, he was sure it was virtually impossible for them to live together and be nice to each other. But, it had been a while since he saw Fushimi got that worked up. Fushimi rarely resorted to physical attacks; he usually preferred to lash out insults. So, Munakata was curious to just what had made him act like that. He guessed that was why he wanted them both to stay. He was curious to how the two young men would handle each other.

"Let's go, kids," Munakata said to his two employees. "I might regret this later," he said to himself as they walked out, closing the door behind him.

The first few weeks were tiring for Munakata; the two young men couldn't spend a day without fighting with each other and each time, Munakata would have to separate them by himself. Fushimi and Yata knew they were being very childish but they just couldn't help it; their mere presence could set each other off. And once, while trying to separate the two, Munakata got hit, not hard but still. Yata had apologized profusely after that. Starting from then, Yata had decided to stop fighting because he didn't want to piss his boss off again. Fushimi started to get bored when Yata stopped replying to his insults so in the end he stopped baiting Yata.

And so, time passed and the two young men finally could spend days without fighting and exchanging insults. The two of them had started to act very civil towards each other – though sometimes, they just couldn't help but insults each other. But one would no longer take everything the other was saying very seriously; he would just take it as a joke. And day by day, the two young men's relationship kept getting even better. Months after their first encounter, the two looked like they might be friends. It was quite a shock for the employees of the Scepter Bookstore's when had Fushimi came downstairs and had helped Yata with his job, but they all recovered quickly. And soon, they were used to the two's actions.

Fushimi could say that he was getting used and rather fond of Yata. The redhead might be a loud, brash and some (most) of the time, annoying but Fushimi also knew that the redhead was a kind and hardworking person. Plus, he could cook and do the house chores – Fushimi was never good in that area. Yata was also doing great in adjusting to Fushimi's attitude. A lot of times, Fushimi might be an irritating brat but there were also times where Fushimi would became a companion Yata very much needed. They both had their vulnerable moments and through those very rare times, they helped each other.

It was said that if people spend a lot of times with other people, they would get used to each other that they would start to copy each other's – good and bad – qualities, unconsciously. That happened to Fushimi and Yata too. Yata, who was always loud and lively, could be seen acting more composed and quite, though still friendly than ever and the other employees and Munakata approved of this change. Yata's friendliness seemed to rub onto Fushimi as the not-really-friendly and lone man was becoming a tiny bit friendlier as time passed. The other people noticed that Yata was becoming more cunning and it was no doubt caused by Fushimi's craftiness. Playing practical jokes had been the two's favourite hobby for a few months, since the two got along very well– Bandou was one of the lucky people who got to be the victim to one of Yata's (and Fushimi's) rather ingenious scheme. Yata got Fushimi's cunningness and Fushimi really thought that he got one of Yata's flaws; the do-first-think-later attitude of Yata that would result to disaster, most of the time.

There were many times when Fushimi would actually find himself acting before thinking. And this was one of those many times.

Fushimi had already finished showering and everything. In the shower, he had been thinking long and hard; he would not want to help Yata to take care of the child. He could be a good person but today was clearly not that day. If Yata wanted to take care of that child, he could either do it by himself or he could ask help from some other people. Fushimi stared at his reflection in the mirror, noticing that his tie was a bit crooked. Fushimi sighed then started fixing his tie. Looking at his now neat appearance, he nodded to himself.

Fushimi turned his head to a side, to look at the clock on the wall. It was fifteen minutes before seven. Fushimi combed his hair with his hand for the last time before he decided that his hair looked okay. After that, he grabbed his bag and head outside.

The sight that greeted him made him paused. There, on the three-seat couch, the child, Anna was lying down and appeared to be sleeping with her head on Yata's lap, her body facing Fushimi's way. The redhead, unaware of Fushimi's presence was threading his hand through her soft-looking white hair with a tender smile on his face. The peaceful expression on the little girl's face was simply lovely but the tender and caring look Yata had on his face was breath taking. Fushimi had never seen Yata look like that. The redhead was looking at the child as if he had known her for a long time; as if he was looking at his own child.

Fushimi cleared his throat.

Yata's expression faltered and he looked up, hand still through the girl's hair.

"Hey," he greeted.

"Hey yourself," Fushimi replied. "She's been sleeping for long?"

Yata nodded.

"You don't have work today?" Fushimi asked.

"Noon shift," Yata answered. Fushimi nodded. The dark-haired male stayed quiet for a while, as if thinking and then he sighed.

"Do you really want to take care of her?"

The abrupt change of topic surprised Yata but he didn't show it. He looked at the girl and started threading his hand through her hair again. The tender smile was back on his face again. He stayed like that for a few moments, seeming to forget about Fushimi. Then, he paused, remembering that Fushimi was still in the room and looked up. He recalled Fushimi's question and sighed when he remembered.

"I've always want a child of my own," he answered honestly.

Fushimi looked at Yata and the girl for a long time. He knew Yata loved children and he knew Yata wanted to have one – or a few – of his own. Fushimi had told Yata a lot of times that if he wanted children he should get married and make some. Yata had blushed and told Fushimi that he wasn't ready and he didn't know if he would ever be. That was quite funny; Yata wanted children but he didn't want to get married. The redhead would say that he could adopt and Fushimi would roll his eyes each time.

"She won't be staying here for a very long time, you know," Fushimi stated.

"Well," Yata began, "I know that. But, you see, by doing it I can see if I'm ready to have a child of my own or not. Like a trial version of a game," he added in the end with a hesitant smile.

"This isn't a game, Misaki. If you're going to take care of her, you'll have to take it very seriously."

"Yes, it isn't a game and I'm not going to take it as one, Saruhiko. I'm very serious about this: I want to take care of her." Yata wasn't looking at Fushimi; he was looking at the floor. "It doesn't matter if you want to help or not." Fushimi stared at the redhead and sighed.

"Fine."

Yata looked up. "Fine as in: 'Fine, I'll help you' or 'Fine, you're on your own'?"

Fushimi didn't answer. He made his way towards the front door and all the time, Yata was looking at him. Fushimi pretended not to notice Yata's gaze. He reached towards the door handle and twisted it around. The redhead better be thankful because he was going to at least be tolerant.

Without thinking long, he said, "I'll buy some stuff for her. You better keep her alive at least until I come home," Fushimi said as he opened the door. He looked back and found Yata looking at him, eyes wide.

The redhead recovered. A big smile bloomed on his tan face. "Thank you, Saruhiko," he said. "I owe you."

"Of course," Fushimi said, a smirk appearing on his face. "Don't forget to tell Reisi about this." Fushimi walked out the apartment and closed the door behind him. But, he was sure he heard Yata cursed before he did.

Fushimi made his way downstairs with a kind-of smile plastered on his face. Something interesting better happen and make his decision worth it.

When he entered the bookstore, Munakata was already there, in front of the counter talking to his employee. Fushimi's smile widened and he paused next to the older man. The latter stopped talking to look at Fushimi and his rare wide smile.

"Did something good happen?" Munakata asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really. I just want to tell you that Misaki has something good to tell you." Without waiting for Munakata's reply, Fushimi walked away and out of the bookstore.

Something good indeed.

Yata stared unblinkingly at the spot where Fushimi was standing earlier. He actually forgot about his boss. Now that he remembered, he started to panic again. He really didn't know what he should say to his boss.

"Shit," he cursed.

A/N: Sorry for the late update; I was very busy finishing my assignment. I still have another one to finish but meh. Thank you for the reviews, follows and favourites. I hope you like this chapter!