Bounty Huntin' All Night Long -WinkWankWonk-

"What are you, religious?" she asked, squinting. It was relatively ineffective as she was blind; in fact, there was a gross squishing noise and blood began to trickle from her left eye socket.

Without thinking, Theo moved to wipe away the blood, but Allon lunged for her upon instinct. There was an awkward moment, as Theo shoved Allon to the ground before he could reach Vani.

"Go feed him, Vani." Theo replied, still holding Allon.

"Um, sure," she said, confused. As far as she knew, Allon was still calmly standing next to her. "We'll have to find someone we can sacrifice to the cause, though."

Theo glanced around the police station. They all looked at him awkwardly, before he realized they had captured a criminal. Well, guess it sucked for him.

"We'll use him. The man we caught."

"Weren't we going to turn him in?" she asked, confused.

"This is fine, too." He replied. "Besides, if we don't do this, Allon will eat you."

"Eat me?!" she asked excitedly, clasping her hands together. "Like the police man wanted to?"

"...yes." He replied, fibbing.

"Then let's turn this sucker in," she said, tugging on Theo's arm. "I wanna try being eaten!"

"...no." He replied. "Vani, stop being difficult, let's go."

"I'm not being difficult, you're just being a dick!" she shouted. "I learned that word from TV!"

"Vani!" He snapped. "That's it, we're leaving."

"Where are we going?" she asked, reaching for someone's hand to take.

"Home." He replied, frowning, and taking her hand. He also hefted up Allon and dragged them all away.

-x-

Judas sat down on the sofa in the dingy motel room, sighing deeply to himself. It felt good to be back in America; though Japan was technically his homeland, he hadn't been able to shake a feeling of loneliness for the entire duration of his visit. The place had just changed so much. It had taken a few years just to relearn the language, and to make things worse there were foreign influences everywhere. He could remember when the only people allowed near the ports were Dutch traders; now, the whole place felt like some sort of surreal copy of America viewed through a warped lens. he wasn't sure how it made him feel.

He could already feel the effects of the trip wearing off; tomorrow he would go and buy some real, American-made jeans and maybe a wife-beater. That was all he really needed; he just wanted to feel American again. Like part of the Bronx.

He sighed contentedly and kicked off his shoes. Noise from the traffic below filtered in through the walls, but the sound was oddly calm to him. This was definitely home, his real home; why on Earth had he left in the first place?

Though he felt somewhat guilty about leaving Vani and Theo on such short notice, Allon knew he had to do this. There was really no other option for him. He loved Judas, and he wanted to show his devotion to him for the rest of their lives. Besides, he was excited to show Judas just how much he'd changed. How strong he'd gotten. He'd be proud.

Allon knocked on the door, jittering with excitement. Oh, he knew Judas would be so unhappy when he saw him, but he just couldn't wait, anyway! This time, he'd really force Judas to love him, no matter what. If it came to it, Allon was even willing to force him into it. If he had to. Which he imagined he would.

Judas groaned, his momentary peace ruined. He pulled off his sweaty t-shirt and tossed it on the ground.

"Go away!" he yelled, shifting in his seat. "You've got the wrong room number! No one who knows anybody fucking lives here." His accent had withstood the years in Japan; he still sounded like a true New Yorker. The thought filled him with a kind of nostalgic satisfaction.

Allon frowned. If he spoke, Judas would know who he was. He knocked again, more urgently. Yes, if he kept knocking, Judas would HAVE to open the door, and then he'd ambush him!

This plan is perfect, thought Allon, grinning widely to himself.

Lazy but irritated, Judas grabbed a nearby newspaper, rolled it up, and flung it at the door with full-force.

"Go the fuck away!!" he shouted angrily. SNL would be on any minute; he couldn't wait to hear the sound of sweet, sweet American nighttime television.

He knocked again. Fucking lazy asshole!! He groaned loudly. Why wouldn't he just get up and answer the door?! If he didn't get up this time, Allon was going to barge in there and just sex him up right there.

...at least, that was what he told himself he was going to do.

"I'm not answering the door, so beat it!" he called, turning up the TV volume. God, the people in this town were such stupid jerks.

Finally, Allon just kicked in the door and stormed inside.

"Judas!" He shouted, looking around for him. "I found youuuuuuuuuu~"

Judas let out a yell that was rather womanly, falling out of his chair.

"You!" he screeched, extremely alarmed. The man's voice had only haunted his nightmares for the first ten years of his stay overseas; how on Earth had he forgotten it.

"How the fuck did you find me?!" he demanded, reaching for his baseball bat.

Once Allon spotted him, he remembered all of the reasons that he loved Judas. That cute face, that cute...everything! Oh, he loved him so much...! It had been far too long since he had seen him.

He lunged at him, landing on top of him and immediately trying to kiss him. He just couldn't help himself, Judas was so attractive!!

He kicked Allon in the face, screaming.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!!"