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The thing about Daniel Ellen shook Oleksandr’s hand and smiled. She’d promised to help him and his family and whatever was said in this afternoon’s meeting she planned to honour that promise. They’d already endured so much and none of this was their fault. She’d only hoped her words had been translated well enough for him to understand. She was only a charity representative but she was the best he and his family had to get a roof over their heads, a place to call home at last. Checking her notes briefly Ellen made her way through the crowded dining area of the large cruise ship, past security, and down the long walkway to the car park at the far end of the dock. Turning around briefly as she opened her driver’s door she took one last look at the huge vessel that had been docked in her own city for almost a year now. A contracted cruise ship from abroad brought in to house hundreds of family’s just like Oleksandr’s who came on the promise of a fresh start but found themselves stranded, homeless and lost in a country many had only vaguely heard of before. Refugees of war but now political pawns as the contract for the only place they could call ‘home’ was coming to an end leaving families homeless and lost all over again. Ellen sighed deeply as she set on her way to the ‘big meeting’ as she’d put it in her diary. As she navigated through the city traffic towards the hotel conference room she thought about the families she’d already helped to find accommodation: A few with sponsors, most with social housing and some with private landlords. The smile on their faces as they unlocked front doors and saw several rooms that they could call home always left her emotional. Places many others from her own country would turn their noses up at had kids dancing with excitement at the thought of having a room of their own. What a privilege it was to play some part in helping them, even if at times the stress made her feel ill. Ellen parked and took a moment to gather her thoughts. Maybe she should have dressed a bit smarter than her leggings and long flowing top? Should she have tied back her shoulder length wavy brown thick hair to look more business like? It was out of her comfort zone but should she have done it anyway? Would any of that even make a difference? Her mind was a whirr as she locked her car and walked towards the building getting a fright when she heard the quiet voice behind her. “They really should have these things in office hours don’t you think?” Ellen smiled before she even turning around. Quiet, unassuming, but hard working Daniel met her gaze as they both continued walking towards the reception. Daniel, as always, was in his dark grey suit with an open at the collar crisp white shirt. His black hair was neatly shaved at the sides but bushier at the top and his dark skin reflected the light from the strong fluorescent strip lights above. He was everything she wasn’t in terms of personality and attire, his voice soft to her loud, his smartness to her comfortable, his unassuming to her abrasiveness, his timidness to her assertiveness. Yet Daniel was one she trusted, one she knew was honest and fair and one who got the job done. His air of authority seemed at odds with his quiet ways but he was respected and respectful and Ellen needed him onside tonight more than ever if she wanted to keep her promise to Oleksandr and his wife and son and the long list of others still living in limbo on the cruise ship. As they stood patiently at the reception desk Ellen felt there was something different about Daniel tonight. He seemed distracted, nervous, even a little uncomfortable. As he spoke in his usual low tone to sign them in Ellen naughtily couldn’t help having a little sneak peek at his bottom as he leaned over the desk a little. They were friends, sort of colleagues even, but there was no harm in having a bit of fun was there? He was a fit man after all with a very cute derrière which seemed to wiggle slightly as he wrote. He turned and smiled at her as if he somehow knew what she’d done, though his smile was more tense than usual even though his eyes were wide and shining. As Ellen stepped forwards to follow Daniel through towards the meeting room she almost walked right into him as he paused momentarily and glanced around the reception as if looking for someone or something. The thing about Daniel was he that he only ever spoke up when it was absolutely necessary and Ellen knew that whatever it was he was looking for she’d only ever find out if he deemed it absolutely essential for her to know. Right now that obviously wasn’t the case.

//Like promised, here is Part 2 of my Halloween Mini-series.\\ Staring at the terrifying place Anise had so happily said we were going in to, I tried to understand just why she'd be so up to raising whatever unholy creatures that called that house their domain from their slumber. Surely she'd seen about as many mild horror movies as I had, so she'd also know that raiding an abandoned house was possibly the worst thing she could do on a night like tonight, or any night for that matter. Not to mention how the place looked like it'd collapse in on itself at the slightest quake of the earth. "Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out over a spooky looking house?" Anise questioned me, making it seem like invading old buildings was a normalcy for people. "You've come this far, you can't back out now." I wanted to say I could and I would, but I'd been traipsing around in the cold for long enough now and didn't really feel like making it all for nothing more than helping the stream with its water shortage. If that was going to be the only Birthday Memory I take home from this year, then I'd forever feel guilty and insanely embarrassed about it. So, against my better judgement, I accepted the challenge Anise had thrown at me and 'bravely' pushed forward towards the gate surrounding the grounds of the building. Every step closer I took caused my heart to beat faster and faster. So fast I thought it'd fly out of my chest. Anise didn't look the least bit scared of it all. I wish I had her courage, unless it was due to sheer lack of self-preservation which allowed her to go on this obviously dangerous journey into the unknown confines of a no doubt haunted house. We reached the gate and Anise was the first to push it open, causing the rusted metal to eerily creak open, mimicking the sound of a ghostly wail. I began to think to myself that stepping across the boundaries of the gate would seal my fate to a night of horrifying hellish hauntings and neverending nightmares. If I was alone, I would've turned back before even reaching this place. Thankfully, the company I had was keeping my imagination from conjuring up every malevolent denizen of the nine circles below and placing them right in front of me. It was said company that was eagerly waving me past the veil between the real world and the world of horrors that lay in that house. Summoning up every ounce of courage my body possessed, I stepped over the indent in the ground where the large gate had stood undisturbed for an unknown amount of time, and into the realm of spectres and wights. Once we were inside, Anise closed the gate behind us, effectively blocking any path of retreat I had, and we began to trudge our way down the gravel path towards the house. I looked around at my surroundings, noticing that this place looked even more like a haunted house of horrors so often shown in movies and TV series. There was no graveyard, thankfully, but there was an old, dying patch of plants which was likely a garden at one point, and also a huge algae covered broken fountain in the very centre of the pathway. I feel like I'd seen this place before, but that could just be my mind forcing every horror movie I have watched into my current surroundings. Nonetheless, the ambience wasn't doing my already frayed nerves any good, so I tried to take my mind off it by looking at my phone, using the sound of Anise's joy-filled steps as a guide to where I should be going. The first thing I noticed when I unlocked my phone was the crushing realisation that I thought was an impossibility in today's society. There was absolutely no signal on my phone... Had I entered the Twilight Zone already? Was I in another dimension entirely? Will I ever be able to get home?! With those thoughts swimming in my head, I just had to get an answer from the one who had dragged me into this (hopefully not literal) dead zone. I quickly looked up from my phone, voicing my concern as I did so to... ...empty air. Anise, the only one keeping me from bawling like a little girl on the floor, was nowhere to be found. I could feel my dread rising, my vision clouding with tears and my voice being choked by unbridled fear. I ran down the pathway, calling out her name every chance I got, fighting back the urge to just curl up into a ball and wish the world away. I ran all the way to the fountain, begging for her to show herself to me once more, but nothing came from it. Not being able to shake the paralysing fear from my muscles, I collapsed down by the fountain on the verge of tears. I called out Anise's name one last time. "Gotcha!" A voice suddenly erupted from behind me as I felt something dive onto my body. In a flurry of fear, I tried to wrestle off whatever had grabbed me, screaming as loud as I could as I did so, hearing gleeful giggling coming from my assailant. "Easy now, it's just a joke!" When I managed to force myself to face the attacker and opened my eyes, I saw the grinning face of Anise, who was currently holding me in a bear hug. "Wow, you scare way too easily." Anise commented. I felt like slapping her so hard across the face for what she put me through, but couldn't bring myself to do it. Just having her holding me tightly, seeing her face and hearing her voice once more in this dreadful place was enough to soothe whatever rage that totally not funny prank had caused. Also, I was quite thankful now that I took Anise up on her offer of doing my bit for nature as, if I hadn't, I would've been a perfect replacement for the broken fountain. Even so, it didn't come completely without a fearful expulsion as I felt a small warmth covering my tender part. Some of my drink from earlier must've filtered through enough to create a trickle's worth, as that definitely wasn't sweat, because it was far too cold for me to be sweating. She'd be hearing from me on that later when I've had a chance to collect myself. At least it wasn't too much. They were still wearable, albeit a tad uncomfortable in places. "Don't ever do that to me again." I shot back, a mixture of relief and anger in my voice. "I was so worried and scared and..." "I get it. Not a good joke for someone like you, huh?" Anise replied. "I won't ditch you again, don't worry about that." To try and salvage as much as I could from the current embrace, I held Anise close to me as well, ensuring that she was actually real and not just a figment of my fear-induced state. She was actually very huggable and the perfect height for me to make the most of the feeling. I wanted to hold her close to me for longer, but didn't want to seem like a coward, so I reluctantly let her go and we both stood up, dusted our clothes down and resumed our journey towards the goal. Standing at the doors of the House further clarified the sheer size of the old building. It was around three stories high, with a small window on the roof indicating that there was also a loft space, and twice as large as a normal family-sized town house, from all sides. It was the epitome of a Haunted Mansion, made from black wood and all. Around the right hand side of the house, I could see a small doorway on the ground likely leading to a cellar or underground area. Yup, totally a spooky, haunted house. And I'm going to have to explore it. How fun. "Ready to go in?" Anise questioned, sounding very excited. "Would it be too late to say no?" I answered truthfully. "No backing out now." Anise pushed the front door open, causing the old wood to creak loud enough to wake the dead, as disturbed dust flew around under the moonlight from the only movement that door has had in likely decades, or even centuries at a stretch. The interior, much like one would expect, was near enough in complete darkness, devoid of even the moonlight and starlight. I just hoped that Anise had a torch on her, as I was totally unprepared for something like this. Surrendering ourselves to the embrace of darkness, the fearless Anise and my terrified self entered the old building, stepping into grounds which no mortal has trodden in a very long while. Once we were inside and far enough away from the door to beat a hasty retreat, the cliches of cliches happened. The door slammed behind us with a earsplitting crash, which scared me to the point of diving onto Anise for comfort. Anise was right. No turning back now... End of Part 2 //And so another part comes to a close. Not much progress was made in this one. =P However, the stage has been set for the good parts to come. Stay tuned for next week's instalment! Tapris out, for now~ \\

//Author Note: Okay, this will be my Mini Series for Halloween this year. I've posted it to this section for the main reason that there will be limited omo content in this story, and next to no wettings. However, there will be frequent subtle hints at an omo undertone, which should hopefully allow it to be posted in Blogs. These will be little more than toilet use (or inventive toilet placebos) and a few descriptions of such acts in the manner I am relatively skilled at. Like with all my work LOLIS ARE THE CHARACTERS AND THAT WILL NOT CHANGE! Don't like lolis? Please avoid this with due haste. Anyway, this will be a 5-part story, with a short chapter for each part, and the next section will be posted weekly to have the final part posted on Halloween itself. Long Author Note over, please enjoy the content!\\ The crisp autumnal breeze passes over my body, cutting through the thin material of my Costume and causing a shiver to pass through me. My Trick-or-Treating for the evening has already been done, my Big Brother ensuring that I got it out of the way in time for him to binge watch 18+ horror movies (ones which will certainly give an impressionable, easily scared girl like me nightmares for weeks). He was going to send me upstairs to my bedroom to watch children's Halloween movies had I not had a chance encounter when out asking for the sugary sweet delights the evening brings. A girl I had never seen before, likely recently moved here, randomly came up to me and asked me questions about the Creature of the Night my Costume was of. I gave my honest answers, and somehow that seemed to click enough with her to request that I come out, still in my costume, at meet her at the park at 7:30pm. Honestly, the whole situation screamed shady dealing, but my Big Brother, being the loving person that he is, decided it was perfectly fine to leave his nearly-turning-twelve year old sister alone at night with a girl he did not know. So, here I am, freezing my backside off in thin silky clothing, with a sports bag full of drinks and snacks, waiting for this girl to keep with her request. She was about three minutes late so far, so I decided to sort out my appearance that the wind had dishevelled. I pulled out my smartphone and turned the camera app to the front facing one, placing the lens to look over myself as I sorted out my windswept hair. My light brown medium-length hair was still relatively kept in order by my pumpkin shaped hairclip. I hadn't really spent that much time on it, considering I knew it'd get wrecked by the wind, but I made sure that it was neatly combed into its usual straight style. The tiny amount of foundation I used to cover up the freckles under my hazel coloured eyes was still holding up, despite the humidity in the air. Freckles wouldn't really suit a Vampire, I think. My costume, which was just a simple store-bought Vampire one, needed a little dusting down to remove the seeds that had found their way into the material. Truth be told, the only 'Vampire' part about it was the cape and fangs, the rest was just one of my school blouses and skirts tied off with a red ribbon and a bat-print belt. Shoes, as well, were just my usual school shoes, with purple and black bat print socks. I hadn't really put that much effort into my costume, considering I had already used an advance on my allowance this week to purchase some cute Halloween themed underwear. While lost in my self-maintenance, I was startled a little by a voice I recognised calling out to me. "Hey! Over here!" I looked up from my phone to see the abnormal girl from earlier energetically waving to me as she hurried on over. Next to her costume, mine was put severely to shame. She'd also gone as a Vampire, but her costume was leagues above my simple one. She'd tied off her long light blonde hair with coffin shaped hair clips into a set of cute twintails, even going as far as holding her fringe off her face with a bat shaped hairband, letting her red tinted contact lens covered eyes glitter in the lamplight. Her costume was far too high quality to be store-bought unless she'd custom ordered it for more money than ten times my monthly allowance! (Which just happens to be around £30 a month, but that needs to buy snacks, hobby stuff, school supplies and clothes.) The main body of her costume was an orange and black checked dress styled after the traditional Vampire Countess clothing in the most obscure Mythology books. Kind of like the old Victorian Noble Lady dresses, but with a modern twist to make it look less bulky and more comfortable to wear. On the back of the dress, instead of a cape, she had a set of small black leathery bat wings. She'd forgone the traditional cape for the wings and, I have to say, that was a nice touch. Finally, to complete her outfit, she had orange gloves on her hands, also styled on the Victorian Outfit theme, orange and white striped ankle socks and a set of orange and black boots, which were the thin fabric kind of ones commonly worn as a fashion statement. To me, she looked like a large pumpkin rather than a Vampire, but she seemed to think otherwise. "All ready to go?" She asked me with a large grin. "Um...sure I guess?" I answered, unsure of how else to reply to her. "You don't sound too sure. Forget something?" "N-no. It's just that I'm still confused as to why you'd suddenly quiz me on Vampires and then request I meet you. Why choose me?" "You'll find out soon enough." The girl simply replied, shrugging off my concern with a complacent smile and a swift turn on her heels towards the footpath leading to the nearby fields. She turned her head back towards me, looking over her left shoulder, and finally introduced herself. "My name's Anise, what's yours?" "Artemis." I answered. "Yeah, it's a weird name, but my parents are obsessed with Mythology." "I think it's a nice name." Anise commented with an approving smile. "Anyway, the night's fading so we'd better get going!" Anise hurried off down the footpath into the fields. I was starting to question how safe I might be, considering we were heading into a place with little more than moonlight to light our way and small streetlights that are few and far between due to power grid budget cuts. I still had my phone, so if anything bad happened, I'll call Emergency Services. I shuffled along behind the boundless energy that was Anise, taking in the sights of the surrounding nature at night. When she realised that I wasn't moving quite as fast as she called 'normal speed', Anise slowed down enough so we could walk side by side and talk a little. I asked her where we we going, but she kind of answered in a roundabout way and said we'd be there in about half and hour. Walking 30 minutes in the middle of a near pitch black field wasn't high on my Halloween Experience list, and I was constantly checking the shadows just in case a feral howl or piercing red eyes were to respond to my nervousness. Anise looked completely unaffected by it all. I wish I could say the same about me. "So, how old are you?" Anise asked me. Way to be blunt about things. "Technically eleven, but will be twelve come half-eleven this evening." I replied. Her response was a mixture of excited giggling and overbearing hugging. "Birthday twinsies!" Anise giggled in delight as she hugged me tightly. "But, I'm a whole half hour older than you! I'll be twelve come eleven o'clock on the dot!" That was a coincidence I was not expecting. Sure, I had a feeling she'd be the same age as me, but didn't even consider the possibility that she'd have the same Birthday as me. Halloween seemed like a birthday which only happened to a small few people, and I was lucky enough to find someone born the same day as me at nearly the same time. "This seems like the kind of thing that only happens in fantasy books." I absentmindedly spoke as I shimmied out of the hug. Don't get me wrong, I like hugs as much as the next girl, but this was just weird, being hugged so tightly by someone I met less than a hour earlier. With the question about birthdays still influencing conversation, I was asked stuff about hobbies and interests, apparently due to the idea that similar birthdays meant similar interests in Anise's fun-filled world. Unsurprisingly, we both liked Vampires and Mythology, but not the insulting affront to all things Mythological that the ever popular 'Sparkly Vampire' teen fiction train-wreck of a series attests to, that most girls my age drool over. Seriously, Vampires shouldn't sparkle. It's just wrong. With all the talking and stuff, I found myself to get quite thirsty, as did Anise. So, I shared out the drinks I'd packed and we continued our conversations. I'd noticed a little spring in Anise's step, a little more than her usual bubbly self, though, but paid it no mind. She's probably hyped up on the sugary fizzy drinks that I packed. Due to our conversation about things I am very interested in, we'd quickly reached the landmark which was apparently little more than five minutes away from our destination. This landmark was an underpass beneath one of the main roads close to the outskirts of the town I live in. There was a bin near it, so we threw away the empty drinks bottles we had recently drank dry. Like all underpasses, this one looked extremely gross and stunk worse than the toilets at the park. I wasn't looking forward to walking under it, not one bit. The river that passed through it as well was full of junk and nearly completely drained of water. It was little more than a stick's length deep. Anise also looked a little put off by the concept of walking through this underpass, but that did not stop her from gleefully skipping on under it and waiting for me to follow. I begrudgingly entered the dirty, dank place, using Anise as the sole haven in this bleak time. I noticed that she couldn't really stand still, and thought on why, however, I didn't need to think long as, when I reached her, my suspicions were confirmed. "Hey, um...mind if we stop for a bit?" Anise asked me, a slight red tinge to her face. "If we have to." I answered, plugging my nose to ward off the smell of the underpass. "Keep watch, m'kay?" Before I had a chance to question why, Anise had moved a few steps further into the underpass and squatted down near the edge of the pathway overlooking the stream. I caught a quick glimpse of her Jack-O-Lantern styled panties as she pulled them down to her knees and, before I even had a chance to look away, I saw a clear stream shimmering in the lights of the underpass, which originated from underneath her skirt. and heard the telltale sound of water splashing into water, which echoed around the confined space, increasing the volume of it. In a mixture of shock and embarrassment, I turned away momentarily to process what I had just seen. Did she seriously pee in the river?! Granted, she was likely not the first to do that in this place, but still! It's indecent! What if I had been a boy? Would she have done the same then?! I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment as I double took what I had just seen. Yup. Indeed. Anise was openly peeing into the river, looking very relieved, without a care in the world for the company with her. It was undeniable now as I could faintly see the steam rising off from the river running between her legs. From the looks of it, she was pretty desperate to go. Eventually, Anise's stream trickled down to a few drips as she took off her gloves and placed them in her pocket before pulling out a small pack of pocket tissues. She casually wiped herself down and discarded the tissue into the stream. Next, she pulled her panties back up (which I find to be very cute, I'll have to ask her where she got them from later) and took out a small bottle of hand sanitiser to quickly clean her hands down. "Much better. Really needed that." Anise cheerfully sighed to herself as she straightened out her costume. She then turned to me and asked yet another embarrassing question. "Do you need to go, too, or are you okay for now? I'll keep watch if you do." "U-um, n-no. I'm fine..." I stammered out. I don't think I'm brave enough to try that. "Your mouth may say differently, but those hips don't lie." Anise quipped me with a smile. "It's not good to hold it too long." Just now, I realised that I had been gently swaying my hips side to side while watching Anise fill the stream. Guess I kinda needed to go too. After all, I hadn't gone since before I went trick or treating, which was nearly two hours ago now. Better now with cover than later. "F-fine. D-don't stare, okay?" I quietly answered, blushing so profusely that I'd put a tomato to shame with how red my face was. "Why would I stare? I'm not hiding a wand under my skirt." Anise joked with a giggle. "You've seen first hand that I'm just as much of a girl as I hope you are. Unless you're a very convincing girly boy that looks perfect in girl's clothing." I couldn't even answer that with an intelligible answer, and simply whined with a shake of my head as I headed on over close to where Anise had casually dropped and popped. It felt incredibly shameful for me, but I had to do it now. I had to. What if there were no bathrooms where we were going? Better safe than soaked, even if that meant I had to be a dirty girl. Please, Big Brother, forgive the shameful girl that your little sister has become. Squatting down, I slowly eased my panties down to my knees, feeling deeper embarrassment with every twitch of my fingers. My privates were now exposed to the world, with only my skirt for cover, and the autumn chill grazed against the most sensitive part of me. I pushed and pushed, willing something to come out, but nothing happened. I hate my shy bladder. I really do. I tried one last time, equally as fruitless, until Anise's sudden comment scared what barriers were in place. "Those panties are so cute! Where'd you get them from?!" Anise asked, much louder than I would consider to be suitable for such a intimate topic. With a startled yelp, I felt the held liquid burst forth from between my lower area, hissing from the speed and nosily splashing into the stream below. "Sorry. Guess I scared the pee out of you." Anise chuckled. I wanted to bite back with a hasty retort, but was too embarrassed to until I'd finished adding my waters to the parched stream. Well, at least I'd gone when I could. Using the same methods as Anise, I cleaned up and prepped myself to continue on, the embarrassed blush never leaving my face. I tried to avoid the topic of my choice in underwear, but Anise was insistent in knowing where I got them from. Seems my allowance advance had gotten some notice in the form of my purple bat print panties. We were both surprised to find that we shopped at the same children's clothing store for our seasonal undergarments. Hopefully the Jack-O-Lantern ones will still be in stock when I get my allowance in the middle of next month, despite how it might be one third short due to excessive expenditure on my part. Much to my anguish, the conversation topic for the last leg of the journey was seasonal print underwear, and whether they came in sets including socks and vests (or training bras). That didn't last very long, as I was too tongue-tied to give informative responses. Thankfully, by some grace of a miracle, Anise said that we apparently had reached our destination, which was a spooky looking old house on a hill, with a large iron fence around it. My knowledge of Halloween movies warned me to turn back now, or face whatever ghosts, ghouls and monsters resided in that house. "So, how do you like it?" Anise asked me a little too gleefully for my liking. "What's better than exploring a genuine haunted house on Halloween?" I could think of so many responses to that, but could only give a simple one due to how shaken I was. "Please tell me we're not going in there." I asked, a quiver of fear in my voice. "We are, and we're exploring the whole place!" Anise responded. "Big Brother...." I quietly whispered to myself in fear. End of Part 1 //That was a little longer than I had originally anticipated. Oh well, there we go. Part 1 done! If you have any comments or ideas as to where you think the story might go, please do not hesitate to post them in the section down below. Tapris out, for now. See you all next week~ \\ //For those interested in Currency mentioned. At the current exchange rate, £30 will roughly be about $40, in case you were wondering.\\

"Look, no, I don't care about how long it's gonna take. You're a public lawyer. I called you to help me sue them." Shadow the Hedgehog paced anxiously in the living room, back and forth, back and forth, wearing down a path in the hardwood as he held the phone to the side of his head. He was in the house of his friend, Sonic the Hedgehog, who was currently upstairs in his bedroom, too sick to even get out of bed. The day before, the Sonic Heroes had gone out for dinner to celebrate the anniversary of the end of the war and the end of Infinite the Jackal. They were all having a blast, and the food was incredible… until Shadow had noticed something odd about Sonic's parmesan chicken. Turns out, that after scraping away the sauce and cheese, they discovered that the chicken was raw. Plain raw. As if the chef just decided to not cook it at all and just placed it on the plate and smothered it with sauce. And Sonic had already eaten half of it without realizing. It was an outrage! Of course, that very same night, the blue hedgehog was hit with food poisoning, vomiting non stop, with the occasional hits of diarrhea. He was too sick to even take care of himself, and could hardly get out of bed fast enough to get to the bathroom before he had an accident. So, to make it easier on himself, a trash can was placed near his bed, and much to his own disgrace, a pullup was put on him. Everybody else was too busy to help out. Rouge had a mission. Tails had a convention. Amy had to look after Cream and Cheese. Knuckles wouldn't leave the Master Emerald after seeing some bandits snooping about. And they couldn't contact Silver and Blaze. Shadow was the only one available, and he had accepted without question or hesitation. Now, after the poor hedgehog had vomited five times in a row already, Shadow was fed up and had called a lawyer to sue the restaurant that had poisoned his friend. "Look, I don't think you realize how serious this is. He's already vomited five times today." The black hedgehog sneered into the phone. "No. Absolutely not I will not hold. Either you help me sue the restaurant, or I'll find another lawyer who will, and I'll be sure to tell everyone about what a shitty service you are." A few seconds later, Shadow heard nothing but the sound of a click followed by the dial tone. He growled as he pulled the phone away from his head. "Damn bastard hung up on me. Son of a fucking bitch." He slammed the phone back on the receiver and flopped down on the couch, rubbing his temples in frustration, releasing a stress filled sigh. This wasn't right. Sonic was upstairs suffering, and it seemed as if no justice would be served for it. "Shaaaaadoooooow…" The black hedgehog immediately sprang up from the couch, wide eyes filled with worry shooting to the stairs leading to the second floor. Sonic sounded as if he was in pain, and he could hear heavy sobs coming from the blue hedgehog's room. "Sonic. Hold on, I'm coming." Shadow quickly called back, racing up the stairs and to a bedroom smelling of vomit and feces. Upon entrance, Shadow ears lowered to his head, sadness and sympathy shining in his ruby eyes. Sonic was curled up in his bed, the blanket and sheet thrown off of him. He was sweating so bad the fitted sheet was soaked through. His ears were flat against his head, and he was sobbing, tears flowing down his face in uncontrollable shame and sadness. Whatever wave of sickness he had just went through was a bad one. His entire front was covered in vomit, and the pullup he was wearing was leaking, brown stains getting on the sweat soaked sheet. "Oh you poor thing." Shadow cooped softly, stepping up to the bed and gently petting Sonic's quills. "Are you alright?" Sonic sniffed and looked up at him, tears still falling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Shadow. I… I…" "Shhhh. Not another word of apologies, Sonic. It's not your fault. Accidents happen. You're ill because of that chicken yesterday. If anyone's to blame, it's the restaurant, not you." Sonic sniffed and nodded. Shadow smiled warmly and gently wiped the tears away from the emerald green eyes before helping him sit up and stand. "Come on. Let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up." Sonic wiped at his eyes and nodded again. "Ok." Shadow helped Sonic walk across the hall to the bathroom. He made Sonic sit down on the toilet before he turned on the water to the shower. Peach muzzle turned bright red when the black and red hedgehog helped its owner remove the messy pullup. He covered his face with his hands, his ears still flat. "I can't believe this is happening to me… and I can't believe you're so willing to help me." "Of course I'm willing to help you, Sonic." Shadow frowned at him. "We're friends. It's what we do. I would like to think that you would do the same for me." "Of course." Sonic nodded, holding still as Shadow put on some latex gloves and started cleaning the vomit and feces away with some baby wipes. When he was finished, he put everything in the trash and tied it up. "Go ahead and get in the shower to freshen up. I'm gonna throw this out and then change those bedsheets." "K." Sonic nodded, turning to the tub and getting in. After throwing out the trash, Shadow went back upstairs to the bedroom to carefully remove Sonic's bedsheets. He carried them to the laundry room and threw them into the washer, adding detergent and softener before starting thenload and grabbing some fresh sheets. Just as the black and red hedgehog was finished making the bed, he heard the shower turn off. Knowing that Sonic was done, he grabbed a towel and a fresh pullup and went into the bathroom to help him finish up. After drying his fur and quills, then helping him step into the new pullup, Shadow helped Sonic walk back to his bedroom, then he helped him lay down. "Do you want your blanket?" "Just the sheet is fine. I'm too hot for the blanket." "Ok." Shadow nodded and pulled the sheet over his friend, tucking him in. "There. That should do it. Call if you need anything else. Ok?" "Ok." Sonic nodded, then looked up at him. "Hey Shads?" "Yes Sonic?" Sonic blushed, a bit hesitant to say what he wanted to say. But then he smiled sheepishly. "I'm glad we're finally friends instead of rivals. Thanks for taking such good care of me in my time of need." Shadow blushed as well, then he too, smiled at him. He leaned down and gently kissed Sonic's temple, petting his head as he stood back up. "You're welcome, Sonic. I'm glad we're finally friends too." Sonic smiled, a purr rumbling deep in his chest. He sighed and nuzzled into his pillow, suddenly feeling at peace as he fell asleep. Shadow smiled and quietly left the bedroom, turning out the light as he went. He went downstairs and sat down on the couch, sighing in relief, glad to see Sonic was finally at peace. Just as he closed his eyes to take a short rest, the phone started ringing. Pulling him out of his stupor. With a frown, Shadow grabbed onto the phone and lifted it up to the side of his head. "Hello?" There was a pause, then he gave a smug smile. "So you're gonna help me sue that so-called 'five star' restaurant after all, huh?"

In japanese culture it is a sigh of friendship to go to the bathroom together, this is based on male friendships i havent found anything on female ones. who do you feel about this?