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Malik looked around trying to find the only face he cares for.

"Hatsui!" The ebony black head snapped around to Malik's attention. He was wearing tight leather pants and a loose silk shirt, loose enough to show a part of his well toned chest. Hatsui had draped himself over a chair sporting a wine of glass in his right hand.

You didn't even need to mention how kakoii (sexy) God of Strife was looking but if you put him up against Yohji, he would had to come a sour second.

"Why so lonely?" the blonde dragged a seat over to him.

Grey eyes flicked him an unexplainable look.

"Can't a man drink in peace?" he continued drinking.

Malik brushed his sandy blonde bangs from his eyes trying not to stare at Hatsui too hard `Geez... are those pants leather?!'

"What is it Malik?" shingle grey eyes adorned a quizzical look.

"It's about the mission." Malik began and forced himself to look away from those exotic grey eyes.

"I'm just concerned Hatsui. Muraki is dangerous."

The other god just swirled the wine in his glass.

"He's not dangerous, he's just mentally challenged. I mean who wouldn't die after 3 sword wounds and Elders know how many arrows he got pierced with and not to mention the magicks and the chi that attacked him."

"Please reconsider about going." The blonde persisted.

Hatsui suddenly slammed his glass down on the counter.

"Why do you care?! Why does everyone get so bloody uptight about this?!" his hissed like and angry feline, his grey eyes darkened with anger.

"He killed you! He took you away from us that's why!!" Malik's own temper rising.

"Please don't bore me with that shit Malik. I'm back now aren't I?!" he sneered back.

"Doesn't mean he won't do it again Hatsui!"

"Do you do this to everyone that gets remade by the Elders?! Or is it just me?!" the black head spat.

"You're my friend. I care for you!!!" the blonde argued.

"So you think he'll kidnappe me, then cut me into little pieces and serve me for dinner?!" Hatsui gave a mocking laugh.

"I can't even believe I'm having this conversation with you!!"

"You're the one who started it!!" Strife retorted.

Malik glared at him.

"You're still bloody healing!!" he screamed at the other god, his amethyst eyes hardened.

"Why is it when someone shows you that they care about you, you just bloody shrug them off!!!" he continued.

Shingle grey eyes met hardened amethyst.

"I never asked for anyone to care about me." Hatsui said coldly.

Justice narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you so FUCKEN stubborn!!"

"I'm going and you can't bloody well stop me Malik." Hatsui replied, each word dropping like stones in Malik's mind. The black haired god got up from his chair and began to leave the room. Malik clamped a steel grip on his wrist startling him.

"Fine. Be that way. But I warn you, no regrets Hatsui." His purple dusk eyes clouded with rage and sorrow." Hatsui shook off his grip.

"Fine." The God of Strife shimmered.

"KU'SO!!" the God of Justice slammed his fist down on the counter as the first tear fell down his cheek.

TBC.....

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Aww poor baby....*wipes fake tear from eye*

I think this chapter is a bit short.....-___-" gomen nasai. Theres more if u want....Remember TELL me if u want ME to CONTINUE.....>__<

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