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'Screw Paris, London's just as romantic,' thought the blonde Briton as he sauntered through the streets of his capital city, the man he loved walking alongside him, silent as a mouse, his small, soft, pale hand clasped firmly, yet gently, in the calloused hand of his lover, his deep chocolate brown eyes scanning the sights of the city in which they strolled on that unusually warm August night. "Hey... Kiku...?" the Brit muttered, his voice slightly taut, his free hand going into the pocket of his coat, his fingers shakily brushed against the small velvet box he had been carrying around for the past two hours. The weight of the box seemed to

Nightmares had different affects on different people, depending on the situation(s) they are based on, and how well the person can handle the situation they see before them in their mind. Kiku Honda wasn't normally one to get nightmares, but when he got them, they hit him hard. Tonight was particularly bad. It was about 1:00 in the morning, and he was living in the house of his fiance, Arthur Kirkland, in London, England. They both shared a bed, as much as Kiku protested, claiming it wasn't decent until they were married, but Arthur insisted, even promising that he wouldn't try anything funny to try to get into Kiku's pants. Kiku knew that