A/N: Holy shit. This has been my longest ongoing series. I've had to be working on this for almost two years now, since I started it when I first moved here. I feel horrible that I haven't updated since September. But when I saw my latest review was for Edward and Zero, my antitwilight oneshot, I came to the horrible realization that Hidden is only the number one fic by a single review! I cannot let a twilight fiction (even if it's my own and anti-twilight) ever beat Hidden!
I want to thank again everyone who has been so kind to me! First to the lovely and amazing people who were so kind as to review!
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I will do my best to continue this story and finish to the end! If you have any suggestions, ideas or concerns, please PM me. It would be highly appreciated. Now after some while, here is chapter 18 of Hidden.
He wasn't used to cooking, he was never good at it, but the three girls had insisted he help make dinner for that evening. They needed an extra hand since every so often, either Haruka or Kasumi would rush off to answer the video phone or make a call. Hikari would always make sure he stayed put in the kitchen during those moments.
It was nearly seven o'clock when dinner was finally ready and Satoshi began to set up the table. He found it odd that there were five plates instead of four. His answer came in the form of pounding at the front door. Hikari and Haruka looked up from their pans and pots, giving Kasumi, who was standing near the kitchen door, a smile of knowing. Confused and interested, he went into the front room to open the door, surprised when Kasumi didn't try to bar the way. The knocking came again.
If it wasn't for the fact that Satoshi had been forcing his body to break its old habits since he came back, the girls would have to deal with a corpse on the carpet floor. But he resisted the urge to kill when he was practically tackled.
"Goddamn it! Where the hell have you been?" Satoshi recognized that voice, and the mess of spiky brunette hair solidified his suspicion.
"Shigeru?" A chuckle came and the tackler pulled back, giving a quick kiss on his cheek, burning hot but brief enough to avoid pain, before smiling wide.
"Glad you remember me. The girls said you were having problems remembering stuff, Satoshi-kun," Shigeru said cheerily, using the nickname Satoshi had long forgotten. He could actually feel himself want to laugh. He glanced to his side at the trio of beaming girls and back to Shigeru again.
Everything that happened was now to remain in the past. He would try to bury all that he had done and move on. In those smiles he truly felt that he could be back in his old world of happiness. But first, he couldn't do that with the painful tearing inside of him.
"Can you what?"
"Can I tell you what's happened?"
A/N: I have so lost my touch with this story. I'm sorry you all waited for nothing, but I am beginning to start work on this story again. Please review or message me with ideas or opinions and thoughts or anything. Just let me know you're there!
Thank you all so much again! Another chapter will be out eventually!