Remo frantically rushed about, trying to hide anything his damn mother could complain about. Tan, knowing full well the extent of his mothers pedant attitude, pitched in also, and Kon and Kyles lent to the situation their strangely proffesional cleaning skills. Hunt, on the other hand, had no idea what was going on, and simply wondered and monitered the frantic cleaning occuring about him, feeling remote and helpless. Remo knew that if his mother said 'I'll be there for twelve' that she really ment any random time, with two rules to which second she would arrive. The first is that it was hugely inconvinient. Before something vitally important was to be done that, if not done, she would complain about. Remo's shirt being dirty, or a cushion not propped up in a way that pleased her are examples of this. The second rule is that, at that verry second, Remo would be unaware, entirely, and in an inconvinient spot. On the toilet, the phone, cleaning a hard to reach spot, locked in the frige, something, anything, that he would have trouble getting out of either quickly, easily or without embaresment. Now, one of those rules had been fulfilled. Remo was hiding his DVD collection, organising it into two catagories. Anthing rated 15 or over to one side, anthing rated 12A or less on the other. The whole collection of 150+ movies, series and his 30+ gamecube games had been purged clean, just incase his mother decided now was a good time to check what it was he watched. She would, Remo knew, complain that he was immature should he leave the 12A stuff out, and she would call him a 'pervert' should anthing 15+ be left out, his mother using this word to describe the viewing, participating or speaking, of anything vulgar. Unless it was married sex, this was the only acception for her. Ofcourse, she had had unmarried sex, but her rules, rather convieniently, dont apply to her in those types of cases. Remo could have hidden his entire collection of, well, everything from her. But then he would be boring, receive a huge lecture about how boring he is, receive another lecture on how not to be so boring, then forced to do something with his parents. This, ofcourse, would be so beyond boring that Remo would probably have to gnaw of his own arm, just to be doing something that was less boring. And less painfull. Ofcourse, he'd rather be immature than boring. Remo knew his mother too well - keep your friends close and your enamies closer, afterall - she would never, ever, ever DREAM of taking Remo out with her. He was the black sheep, the reject, he was the verry scourge of the Verio Seetas name, as far as his mother cared, not that Remo did. His father, who's name it actually was to uphold, rather liked Remo. His father was fond of him for many reasons. He wasn't the hot-headed empire-founding businessperson his mother was, but his people skills were second to none, the only thing holding him back at further premotions at the El Mare was his lack of experience, and then there were all those jealuse employess that claimed Remo was being premoted via his father being a majority shareholder. Which, ofcourse, was a blatent lie.
	Remo was mere seconds away from hiding the last DVD when the door was knocked upon.
	"Oh piss off, blood and fucking sand, not now. Please, not now" He muttered to himself. He held in his hand the last two things he needed to hide. Alien 2, and, oh horror of horrors, one of Kyles' gay porno films. Remo stood in denial at what was in his hand. Of all the curses that the dark lords of the underworld could have sent to him, and on all the days in this horrid year, they had elected to grant him a video, rated 18, a bright pink case and a bunch of over-worked guys dressed in tight plastic suits that, unsettelingly and verry, verry loosely, resembled the front cover of the 'YMCA' single. All about Remo the world seemed to smash and collapse. He had about half a second before his 'mother' walked in, and in one hand he held a gory science-fiction death story, in the other a gay film, the contents of which would only ever vaugely arise in his deepest and strangest nightmares. He could appreciate Kon and Kyles... 'liking' this stuff, but, why on the DVD shelf? WHY!? WHY IN GOODS SWEET NAME WH- suddenly, the door opened.
	"REMO!? Where the HELL are you manners, arent you even going to let me in!?" Screached a voice that echoed down the hall and into the living room. Remo turned in horror as Tan peered around the corner to see his parents. She turned back to see him holding the DVD's, realising one was her brothers.
	"Delay them! for five goddamn seconds, delay the-" He ordered to her descreetly, but to little too late. In stroled the Verio Seetas'. His dad, Oliver, or 'Olv' for short, wondered in first, as Remo flung his arms behind his back in a last-ditch effort to conceal the films. His dad was a rabbit. His fur a pale grey, similar to Tan's, and his ears of average length for a rabbit, and roughly the same size as Remo's. He, as usual, wore a smart business outfit, a neat black jacket with matching pants, spotless snow white shirt and black old-fashioned spats. His white hair was parted down the middle, and he had verry obvius blue eyes, and an overall friendly image. Remo smiled at him, he could tolerate his father, and they were more like friends than father and son, they were similar, yet differant. Followed shortly afterwards came Dannielle, known to the world as 'Danni' - just to piss her off by calling her a man's name. She came in wearing a miserable red jacket, purple shirt, a red skirt that dropped below her knees, slightly, and red high-heel shoes, her black shoulder-length hair was combed and shapoed to the point that it shone similarly to her husbands shoes. She waltsed in, knocking Tan aside as she shoulder barged her deliberatly, making a pathetic attempt to make it look an accident. Tan, however, resisted, and both she and Danni were knocked from their places by the collision. Tan smirked mockingly at Danni, who gave a vaugely evil stare back. Remo was breaking out in a cold sweat, he left as little as possible amiss, if his mother was to find any ammunition to fire at Remo, she would have to get on her hands-and-knees and work for it, if Remo and Tan had anything to do with it. Remo had taken every precaution. For four days now, he had known that his mother was coming. He took three days of work and spent them cleaning everything in and around the house. Amazingly, Danni found nothing in her immidate environment. Remo sat down in the armchair, sliding the DVDs down the sides of the cushions.
	"Well then, Remo" Said Olv, "Hows everything going?"
	"Hmm, fine I guess. Nothing to interesting at work, and I have enough roommates to pay all the rent now" He replied.
	"Yes, and one of them's my brother. Kon, the guy you asked to meet before the Storm hit and he got stranded" Added Tan.
	"Oh, well thats nice. Is he in now?"
	"Yes, but he's erm... with a good friend. So, he might be too busy to come down"
	"Why? What could they be doing that they cant stop?"
	"... erm... Something... businessy. I dont know what exactly"
	"Then we shant disturb them" Added Danni frustratedly, "Business before pleasure" Remo couldn't help but smirk and chuckle at that, as it was obviusly pleasure before business with Kon and Kyles. He got a distrubing look from Danni, and he shut up and straightened his face.
	"So is nothing goin on then, Remo? Is your life still dull as ever?" She added, after a short pause.
	"... Why do you ask?" He replied.
	"Well I am your mother. I should know whats happeneing in your life, Remo. Or are you too ashamed to tell me?"
	"Im not ashamed of anything I do, it's weather or not you accept it that bothers me. Not that I care if you like it or not, just that if you dont, you lecture me and try to set me straight according to your own virtues rather than respect my own, and even if you do appreciate it. Well, you still complain"
	"Ha! Theres nothing you do thats morraly acceptable. Atall. You dont have a job-"
	"- I work for Dad..."
	"You dont have a house-"
	"- I pay an honest rent and live somewhere unlike someone else when they were my age..."
	"Your sleeping with your old friends-"
	"!?"
	"Tanya, you stupid little blighter, you sleep with Tanya"
	"Wha- Whe- Why the HELL would I do that? I mean, dont get me wrong Tan" Remo said in defence, outraged "You're a nice girl an' all, and yes, you probably could get a good lay from time to time, but, your not my type. Plus I'd have to 'cheat' to do that" He said, winking descretely at her. He purpously didnt want Bey, who had been duely warned to avoid the house for the last few days, to be introduced to such a meniacle fiend. Tan understood completely. It wasn't like they hadn't tried before to have a further-than-friends relationship, but it didn't work out, they made great friends, and Tan would never be the *other* woman for anyone. Especially Bey.
	"Yea. But you know, Remo, that some people just dont get how relationships work" She added in reply.
	"HA! Like Remo would have! He's barely kept his friends, let alone a relationship. Only a sad pathetic cow like you would sleep with him"
	"Hey! I never slept with Remo in my life! Besides, I dont want to be the *other* woman" She screamed, standing up to challenge Danni.
	"Other woman? What do you mean other woman?"
	"What? Uhm.. He, might have a girlfriend. Or.. have his eyes on someone" Replied Tan, panicking.
	"Ha! Like anyone other than a slut would like Remo!"
	"Like yourself?"
	"No, more like you, hunny. I mean, look at that cleavage. I dont know much about prostetution, but, only a desperate man, who probably lacks genatalia, would ever want to see anything like that"
	"No, your just jealus, you never got a decent guy in your whole life! And so what if I'm bigger than you. I'll use it, atleast I have something the lads like. But you, what do YOU have? Hmm? No looks, bit on the tall side, too skinny, poor dress sence. Pfft. Go you"
	"Ha! Well if you're so glorified, I'd hate to see the scrawny little bitch that Remo's drooling over"
	Remo sat there, listening to this going on. To him, Bey was like a goddess. She was perfect in everyway, and he had done nothing in his life worthy of such a gift. To him, she was everything. Anyone else who had truely loved would understand this, anyone who had felt euroupeian and complete when just looking at that someone. Anyone that knew how Remo felt about Bey. And anyone who hadnt... well, words cannot protray what he felt. Its like sitting, listening to your whole WORLD, your whole concept of life be dissowned and insulted in the fullest sence. Its like someone is grabbing a hold on your very soul, tearing it apart in huge cunks, pissing on it and throwing it into a fire. Its unbarable. No human being, nothing, not even the gods themselves can tolerate a pain like this. It gnaws at your verry essence. Anyone in true love would sooner give the finger to and get shot by anyone that said something so horrible and evil about their lover than allow it to continue. You see, love makes no sence. Its like insanity. Your life becomes them. Thats it. If they get insulted, you put your life on the line for them. It's like having a brother or a sister, and that you band together no matter what. But, its more extream. You'd take a punch or two for a brother, and a detention or so for a sister. You'd risk life and limb for a second of happiness for a lover. And here's Remo. Sat, on a gay porn video, listening to his beautiull girlfriend, to whom he would gladly give anything, be insulted, when she's never even been seen by Danni.
	"OH FUCK OFF DANNI, FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST ALLMIGHTY, SHUT YOUR FUCKING, UGLY, STUPID AND REVOLTING FACE - BEFORE I RIP IT CLEAN OFF YOUR HEAD YOU OLD SADISTIC BITCH!!!!" He screamed, as he rose from the armchair, pointing at Danni.
	"Ahh. So then, one can only assume that, through this rantin-"
	"SHUT THE FUCK UP! Mary mother of JESUS! Can't you get THAT right!?"
	"Look, you little shit, do you have a girlfriend slash slut or what!?"
	"FUCKING YES I DO HAVE A GIRLFRIEND SLASH SLUT AND I LOVE HER, SOMETHING YOUR IRON HEART, FORGED BY DAEMONS IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL, CAN NEVER UNDERSTAND!!"
	"Well then" She replied, rising. "In that case, me, and my iron daemon-forged heart, will see her this time next week"
	"Will you fuck. I'd sooner die that tell you what she looks like, let alone where she is"
	"Okay then, tell her this. Tan, as I know Remo wont. Tell her, then, that unless she comes here, this time, next week. Remo, you, your brother and all your little friends, get to move out"
	"WHAT!? You evil fucking hag! You can't do THAT!" Screamed Remo
	"Watch me. I'm the landlady, remember?"
	"You prenounced old bitch whore of a landlord wrong..."
	"Indeed" She said, leaving. followed hurridly by a worried Olv.