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Shouta jumped.  "I was…talking to Mandi," he responded, face flushing a bit. "Oh, I'm sure you were doing more than that!" she replied forcefully, grabbing him by the collar and forcing his face closer to hers. He tried to pull his face away from hers.  "What reason do you have to think that?  I was only gone for ten minutes, at the most!" now Shouta was getting angry.  He grabbed her hands in his and forced her to let go of his shirt. "Don't you dare touch me!" she slapped him, "I know what you were really doing!  You're so horrible to me!  I can't believe you!" Shouta's face stung.  He rubbed his cheek where her hand had struck it.

Miranda quickly pulled on her shirt and skirt while they were in the elevator.  When the doors opened, they were faced with a crowd of some newly arrived ambassadors ready to go to a meeting. Shouta blushed slightly but didn't loose his composure and he greeted a few of them as they passed, and then the two of them entered their room. Shouta sighed again and ran his hands through his hair.  Miranda tackled him onto the bed and hugged close to him.  "You shouldn't listen to Sylvan, sweetie…" she purred as she rubbed his chest.  "If he was your friend, he wouldn't have yelled at you for being with me…" He looked down at her and stroked her

Chapter 4 Shouta woke up around 2AM the next morning.  He looked up at the ceiling of his new, unfamiliar room and sighed.  Maybe he should go talk to Mandi about all this…she'd definitely have some good advice for him.  The two of them had been good friends for a very long time, after all.  Maybe she could talk to Sylvan for him.  Shouta pried Miranda off of him gently and put a pillow in her arms, hoping to avoid her waking up.  She was very scary when she was tired…even more scary than she normally was, as Sylvan would say. Shouta went out into the hall and closed the door quietly.  The Palace's normally busy residential halls were dea

Shouta and Miranda stumbled out into the hallway as the door slammed behind them.  Trunks, Sylvan's father, was down the hall and had just left his own room.  Trunks looked up, slightly startled by the door slamming, saw the two of them standing there, and raised his hand in greeting. "Shouta!  Usually people wear more than their boxers when they walk around the Palace," he smiled his usual lopsided and incredibly attractive grin and approached them.  Miranda hid behind Shouta.  Trunks had a general nonchalant attitude when it concerned his family and friends, and his actions were generally hard to predict.  Shouta was sure that he would ge