Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ Fast Love ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

Fast Love

Club Kyoto is an exclusive nightclub, three stories high. The first level has a basic bar, restaurant and a dance floor. The second level is occupied by exotic dancers who sexily strut and tease the audience. The third floor, has a few offices and V.I.P. rooms where a select few other dancers give private shows to higher bidding clients. It's sometimes reffered to as the attic, being that it's on the highest floor and it's almost like a whole other club to itself. The nickname suits it.

Yohji Kudou sat at home in the late afternoon, scouting the newspaper for a part-time position. He already had a job working with his roommate at a local gym, but it doesn't pay what he wished it did.

Yohji's roommate, Ken Hidaka entered the kitchen to fix he and Yohji a cup of tea.

"Any luck, Yohji," asks Ken, referring to the older man's job search.

"No, not much, unless I want to be a gas station attendant, or a telemarketer. I don't like pumping other people's petrol, nor do I want the droning task of calling hundreds of people a day, most of which will turn me down and cuss me out." The older man relinquished his grip on a highlighter he'd been using to circle potential trades and decided to give his job hunt a break.

Ken padded his way to the couch Yohji was sitting on. He handed Yohji a mug of tea and sat next to the man.

"Oh, thanks Ken," Yohji said, placing his paper aside and accepting the drink.

"Do itashimashite. So you doin' anything tonight? Got a date?"

"No, why do you ask? Got somethin' planned?"

"I wanna go to Club Kyoto tonight and I want you to go with me." Yohji smiled but raised an eyebrow.

"I'm surprised you're not tired of the damn place yet. You go practically every night with that…boy of yours, Ogi."

"His name is Omi, you've met him a thousand times; he knows your name and….anyway, the club is awesome, it'll be fun. You haven't been there in a long time and the place is even better now than when you last saw it." Yohji sighed. Ken smiled knowing that he'd won. But Yohji hadn't actually said the words yet. The younger man searched emerald eyes in anticipation.

"Fine," Yohji breathed.

"Yes! I knew you'd agree," Ken boasted. The older man sipped on his tea and thought about what he'd wear tonight.

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Yohji and Ken took a nap to rest themselves for the night of clubbing ahead of them. They promised to meet friends Omi and Juro at the club. Ken woke from his nap first and went across the hall to wake Yohji. He called for the older man to wake up and shoved him a few times. Yohji finally got up but as soon as Ken left the room he crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over himself.

Ken ran through his closet and finally settled on wearing a pair of black slacks and a form fitting burgundy sleeveless, polo necked shirt. But shoes, he didn't know which ones to wear and wondered if he might be able to borrow some from Yohji. He entered Yohji's room for the second time and discovered the older boy still fast asleep on the bed. "Yohji!" Ken whined. "You need to start getting ready or we're going to be late." Yohji didn't budge as Ken searched his closet for more shoes. "Yohji I know you can hear me, so get up already." With an irritated groan, the older man finally got up and left the room. Ken grabbed a pair of shoes and headed to his own room. He set his clothes out on his bed and put the shoes on the floor near them. It was already 7:45 p.m. and they'd promised to meet Omi and Juro at 8:10. To be courteous, Ken dialed Omi's cell phone and explained that they would be running a little late.

The two talked for a while before Ken remembered he was on a schedule. "Oh, I forgot, I gotta go! See you tonight Omi." He hung up the phone and rushed to have a shower. He heard something coming from the living room. It was Yohji. The man was watching television rather than getting ready. "Yohji!"

"What? I got time. I just need to take a shower and do my hair."

"Well, we're pressed for time Yohji and I have to bathe too."

"So, I'll go after you."

"Iie, there isn't any time. Just…just get in the tub with me," Ken said in a huff as he headed toward the bathroom.

"You're the boss," Yohji groaned.

The two men undressed themselves and entered the bathroom. Ken turned the shower water to warm and stepped in over the edge of the tub. Yohji followed the action. The older boy lathered a bar of soap in his hands. Ken waited for his turn with the soap and saw that Yohji seemed to be done gathering suds onto his washcloth. If Ken had inspected closer he'd have noticed that Yohji wasn't lathering the soap as much as he was fondling it. The older man's face was garnished with a coy smile. "You're turn Ken." He held out the soap to the younger man. As Ken tried to accept it, the bar slipped and dropped down between the two of them; it glided through Ken's legs with the direction of the running water and toward the drain. "Oops," was all Yohji had to say. Ken turned around toward the water faucet and bent over to retrieve the bar of soap. It wasn't until he had completely sent his ass in the air toward Yohji's view that he'd realized the older boy had planned this.

Yohji was given the perfect range of sight to examine Ken's perfect ass. He licked his lips watching water cascade down the cleft of the younger man's buttocks and legs. Ken stood up fully again and turned toward Yohji. Yohji was smiling but Ken was glaring. "Don't be mad Kenken," said Yohji. "You know you're flattered." The playful words made Ken smile. He had to admit, he was flattered that Yohji was admiring him.

They washed from head to toe and soon the task of rinsing was upon them. Ken held himself under the water but not all of the suds were washing away. He felt a delicate hand sweep over his hip. Yohji was attempting to help him wash away remnants of the soap. The two switched positions and this time Yohji tried to rid himself of suds. He did it a bit more seductively than Ken, though. He smoothed his hands over his chest and abdomen. Ken watched the hands closely as they began to move even lower, toward the man's groin. Yohji massaged his fingers through pubic hair before wrapping a few fingers behind his shaft. He was pleased to see Ken couldn't take his eyes away, even if he wanted to. He slowly washed away more lather from his balls and inner thighs. It made Ken's groin tickle, it was already a bit aroused.

Yohji was such a tease. He loved getting a rise out of people, literally. Ken moved closer to the older man to challenge the sexual innuendo. They looked into each other's eyes. "Yes?" Yohji questioned innocently, pretending he was totally clueless as to what he'd done to turn the younger man on so much. Ken snapped out of his trance and realized they had to get going.

"Huh, what? Oh, stop doddling, Yohji! We have to get going." Yohji shrugged his shoulders, closed his eyes and stood directly under the falling water. When he reopened his eyes, Ken was gone. The younger man was at the sink brushing his teeth with a towel wrapped about his waist. Yohji shut off the water and stepped out of the tub. He walked directly behind Ken. Yohji tugged at Ken's towel and it unraveled from the man's slender hips. "Hey!" Ken yelped. Yohji patted himself dry with the towel and cast it to the floor. The older man leaned over the sink and began to brush his own teeth. As he did so, his left hip collided with Ken's right. Warmth from the damp skin of Yohji's thigh and the side of his buttock felt so good that Ken almost considered requesting they stay home for the night.

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Ken threw on his clothes and applied a little cologne to his skin. He sat on the living room couch, waiting for Yohji. A few moments later, Yohji stepped into the room. He decided on wearing dark brown leather pants and a midnight blue, short sleeve silk shirt. Yohji always looked nice, especially in leather. His pants fit so well around his legs and hugged his butt. "You look great," Ken complemented.

"So do you, now let's head out, were already ten minutes late."

They arrived at the club and met their friends inside.

The four rushed themselves to the second floor for drinks and dancing. The room was vibrating; the music pumping and bodies were clinging to each other in the craze of movement and tequila shots. A certain song came on, obviously enjoyed by a majority of the club, evident by faster dancing and more people on the dance floor, period. In the spirit of things Yohji ended up taking off his shirt and spinning it over his head. Could have been that he was hot, could have been his liquor intake that made him do this, but it was probably just the simple fact that he was Yohji Kudou and stripping ones clothes off came natural to him. He danced beautifully and his now partially naked self was drawing much attention from spectators interested in sharing the night with him. His chest was beginning to glisten with sweat and made his abdominal muscles glitter with the light sheen. Ken, Omi and Juro danced along with their eyes still watching in admiration of Yohji's flawless body.

The music finally began to die down as the song ended. All four of the friends were out of breath from dancing. "Wow," Juro began. "You're good." He brushed his dark bangs from out of his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Yohji questioned.

"Oh, please, you didn't see the crowd you just drew? You've got moves." Juro smiled. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you were good enough to get a job here, working as a dancer on the second floor. You should audition." Yohji shook his head lightly.

"Awe, c'mon Yohji, it'd be perfect. You've been looking for another job anyway. Workin' here, you'd be makin' the big bucks!" Ken said.

"Yeah, and being that my brother partially owns this club, you've got the upper hand. I can put in more than a good word for you. But you're sure to get the job based on talent alone. So how `bout it?" Yohji rolled his eyes and thought for a moment. He turned his attention to Omi.

"You've sure been quiet about things, what do you think?"

"I think you should go for it," Omi replied.

Yohji sighed. "Alright." The group hooted with approval in unison. Juro patted Yohji on the back.

"Let's go over the job description, shall we? And what better way to do that than go upstairs and watch how it's done?"

The four headed up to the second story of the building. Just short from the elevator were a small lobby with a few chairs and a trashcan with an ashtray on top. A dark red door to the left led to an entertainment room housed with female dancers and the purple door to the right featured male dancers. Juro began to enter the purple door before stopping to look very seriously at Yohji. "Alright Kudou, now despite the appearance of things we are not just entering this room for fun, it is meant to be an educational experience so watch what goes on in here very carefully," Juro said teasingly. Ken and Omi laughed out loud but Yohji just smiled while shaking his head and even began to blush.

The four entered the room grabbed a table and ordered some drinks. Yohji studied the strip tease being preformed by the club's erotic dancers, both to see what he would be getting himself into and for pleasure. He shifted in his chair and eyed a group of familiar men. He'd seen them before at the club and they always seemed to sit at the same table. One of the men in particular really caught Yohji's attention. He'd never noticed this man on other occasions.

"Who's he," Yohji asked to no one in particular. "The redhead, I mean?"

"Ahh," Juro said smiling as he registered the man's identity, "That would be Ran Fujimiya. Or people `round here just call him Aya. Funny we caught him here though."

"Why is that?"

"Well, he usually hangs out in the room next door. But I'm glad he decided to join us in here today, I wanna show you somethin'." Juro broke his gaze from Aya to look at Yohji. "See the way some of the dancers are trying to impress him?"

"Mhm…" Yohji nodded.

"Don't do that," said Juro sharply, almost enough to make Yohji jump. "They're trying too hard. He doesn't like that. If…no, when you get the position up here, you'll start to notice who pays and who doesn't. Fujimiya pays. Do what you must to get guys like him to want you, particularly Fujimiya, he pays top dollar, especially if he feels you put on a good show, not a tacky one."

"So he likes `em shy?"

"Not shy, just not too overbearing. But that's just him though. You'll learn people's moods after a while, especially regulars."

Yohji smiled weakly and picked up the glass of brandy before him. He drank the liquor down and sent a Coke chaser after it. His eyes opened wide. "Wow," he said, enjoying the sting and burn of the brandy. Yohji's eyes wandered back to Fujimiya only to notice the redhead's eyes were on him too. Green eyes snapped away but returned moments later. Aya's eyes were still staring at him and only broke away to request a drink order from a waiter.

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The night grew old and turned into the wee hours of the next morning. Omi and Juro said their goodbyes and caught a cab home. Ken and Yohji did the same. Both were just beginning to settle down and were glad to be back. Yohji squinted his eyes in the darkness; he'd forgotten to leave the porch light on and now depended on moonbeams. He fitted the key and unlocked the front door. Ken traced through the threshold behind him. Yohji plopped down on the couch with a sigh. Ken sat down beside him and leaned his head on the older man's shoulder. "You had fun right?" Ken asked.

"Yeah," Yohji breathed.

"You even got a job offer tonight, and all because of me," said Ken braggingly.

"What?! How do you figure that?

"Well, if I hadn't convinced you to come out to the club, you'd have never been discovered."

"Oh yeah, and so much convincing it took," said Yohji sarcastically. Both boys laughed. Ken snuggled closer to Yohji by wrapping his arms around the older man's waist and Yohji held him close. The older boy's eyes began to get heavy. He allowed sleep to consume him without bothering to make his way into the comfort of his bedroom.

The next morning, Yohji woke up to the sound and smell of breakfast being made. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, enjoying how warm and cozy he felt. When he finally did take in his surroundings by sight, he realized that he was lying in bed, not his bed but a bed nonetheless. He sat up and recognized that Ken had pulled the sofa bed out and they'd both slept on it. He started to vaguely remember his roommate doing so the night before, but he'd been so tired that he could hardly even remember the action of kicking off his clothes. He must have been half sleep.

"Breakfast, Yohji," came a soft call from the dining room. He could hear Ken setting the table. Yohji sat down with Ken across from him. Ken prepared miso soup with bread. They ate in silence for a few minutes. "So Yohji, still wanna apply at Club Kyoto?"

"What?" Yohji looked up at Ken with tired eyes. "Oh, I dunno, maybe. Now that I'm sober it doesn't seem like such a bright idea anymore."

"This coming from a man who walks around the house naked with all the windows open? You really should go for it you know." Ken looked at his friend sadly. "But I'm gonna miss you workin' with me at the gym." The two smiled at each other.

"Yeah, whatever. I'll probably still keep a job there part time anyway."

Ken cleared the table while Yohji slipped back into the covers of the sofa bed. Ken soon followed and Yohji flipped on some Saturday morning cartoons. He started to rub at the back of his neck and shoulders in pain. "You okay?" Ken asked. Yohji nodded his head.

"Yeah, my back is just kind of sore. It has been these past couple of days." The older man persisted to try and massage his own shoulders before he felt the warm touch of Ken's hands kneading his back. Yohji closed his eyes and began to moan in approval. He wasn't trying to sound lustful, which Ken knew, but that didn't stop his mind from thinking about the soft sounds that way. He worked the tense spots of Yohji's back. "This feels so good, Ken." The younger man began to knead Yohji's sides and he eventually drew his hands around to fondle the older man's chest. "Ken?" Yohji asked. A smile could be detected as he said the younger boy's name. Ken's fingers began a soft massage near and over his roommate's sensitive nipples.

Yohji could suddenly feel Ken's breath at his neck. It was warm and gentle. Ken pressed his lips against the older man's skin where his breath had once glided by. "Mmm…" Yohji moaned, closing his eyes. Hardly anything too sexual ever happened between the two roommates, but whenever the chance sprung up, Ken never hesitated to jump at the opportunity. He slid his hands down the toned flesh of Yohji's unclothed abdomen and peeked the tip of his fingers into the waistband of the older man's underpants when suddenly the phone began to ring. Yohji opened his eyes again and moved to reach the telephone.

"No," Ken protested but Yohji slipped away from his tender grasp. He stood on the phone for two or three minutes. Ken couldn't tell what the conversation was about until his friend hung up the phone and turned to him with a bright smile. "I'm assuming Juro set an audition for you?"

"Not exactly, I've already been offered the job. Juro convinced his brother into hiring me without even seeing me first, I'm going down to meet him today."

"Oh," Ken said rather softly.

"Kenken, I'm not gonna abandon you at the gym. This is only part time at Club Kyoto."

"I know, I know, believe me, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks Ken," Yohji said as he swooped the younger boy into his arms and held him close. His grip suddenly faded. "I'll be back, I gotta use the bathroom." Yohji ran off and left Ken for a few brief moments to his thoughts. Lately his feelings for Yohji were going untamed. Their friendship was becoming more cherished to him and he really was becoming a little nervous at the fact that he wouldn't see his friend as much anymore. The older man would be working late into the night for a good deal of the week even if he did only take a part time position at the club. Moreover, Yohji was bound to meet some cute young guy at his new workplace and perhaps interfere with the closeness Ken and Yohji shared. It seemed very logical to him that Yohji, being the playboy that he is, would eventually attract someone new in his life and probably lose interest in Ken. After all, Ken met Yohji for the first time at work, what was to stop the older man from finding another companion the same way since he'd be meeting so many more, and different people?

Yohji returned and Ken smiled away the threatening idea of his best friend neglecting him for want of more time with a new pal. His pointless jealousy was getting the better of him. After all he and Yohji were just good friends and nothing more…well, aside from some kissing, touching, and fondling here and there, but really Ken was fretting over faithfulness about a man who wasn't really even his.

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Around 2:00 p.m. Yohji went down to Club Kyoto to meet his new boss. The club looked so different in the daytime. He parked his car along the side of the building and walked up to its front entrance. Juro was waiting there for him. "Yohji," he smiled. "Glad you could make it." He pushed the doors to the club open and allowed them both inside. Yohji followed the shorter man to the elevator. They boarded and road all the way up to the third floor where they got off and turned left down a short hallway to a door that read Ryu Odaka. Juro turned the doorknob and Yohji followed him into the posh room. Odaka was on the telephone, staring out of the window and onto the city below. All that his guests could see was his long raven hair cascading down his back. Its darkness matched the color of Juro's hair. The other two men just sat quietly in the chairs before his desk.

"Mhm, alright then, Ja na," Odaka said as he hung up the receiver. He turned around and looked at Juro then, darted his eyes over to a very unfamiliar but otherwise very beautiful face. He started to smile sheepishly. Odaka had absolutely nothing to blush about. He was a hot shot multimillionaire; this was his office and his club, he was the superior here and yet the beauty of the young man's face he now stared at was overwhelming.

Noticing that the businessman was stumped for words, Juro attempted to break up the silence. He could see that Yohji was growing a little uncomfortable at how hard Odaka was staring at him. "This is Yohji, Ryu, Yohji Kudou," said Juro while gesturing over to the man sitting at his right. "And Yohji, this is Ryu Odaka, my brother."

Yohji stood to shake his new employer's hand before both reseated themselves. "I'm pleased to meet you, Odaka-san." Yohji rested back into his seat and so did Odaka. He still felt a bit uncomfortable at how much he was being gazed upon and Odaka sensed it.

"I'm sorry for staring, but you are a very handsome man," said Odaka quietly.

"Didn't I tell ya?" Juro boasted. "Told you, he didn't need no damn audition. I know how to pick `em." Ryu gave Juro a wry smile.

"But can he dance?" asked the older brother without taking his watch away from timid green eyes.

"Can he dance?" Juro snickered. "Let's just say he draws a bigger crowd at this club than all the dancers who work here combined and he's not even getting paid, until now of course. Don't worry Aniki, you'll be thankin' me later."

"Out," came a strong and slightly irritated voice. Juro huffed and climbed from his seat to exit Ryu's office. Ryu waited until the door was shut completely to start speaking again. "So… Yohji, is it?" Yohji nodded. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one years."

"Twenty-one, huh? That's just two years younger than me," he said smiling. "So when can you start work, what hours do you want?"

"Well, I can start whenever you need me and I'd like to work Wednesdays through Saturdays during the afternoon and evening if that's okay."

"That's just fine." Odaka rose to his feet to close the blinds of his window and flip on a lamp switch. "Uh, not that I doubt you've got a great body, but If you don't mind, I'd like to see it myself, please." The older man's shyness was getting the better of him again and his voice cracked with the last word. This was not supposed to be happening. What in the hell was Ryu Odaka nervous about? He wasn't the one who had to take off his clothes. But he felt himself swallow hard as Yohji stood and began to unbutton the top of his black shirt. Odaka watched carefully as slender fingers undid the button and pulled down the zipper tab of his slacks. When Yohji's pants had pooled around his ankles he stepped out of them and stood in his employer's plain view. Oddly enough he felt more comfortable and at ease now that his clothes were off. Odaka scanned his body. Every curve was finely sculpted. "Turn around," Odaka said as he took a seat. He hoped that command hadn't come out too huskily and he began to rub his groin through the material of his pants, which gratefully to him was hidden by his desk. He wondered if it would be too unorthodox to ask Yohji to bend over and touch his toes, just for the evaluation of course.

Yohji faced the door of Odaka's office while his body was being evaluated. He felt Odaka's blue eyes all over him. Odaka sat back down at his desk. "That's enough, put your clothes back on," he said coldly. Yohji wondered why his voice had gone from soothing to harsh so quickly. "After seeing you nude Kudou, I don't want you working on the second floor." Yohji looked at him confused. "I want you working this floor in one of the private rooms. You've got too much going on to be kept downstairs and denied your right to be up here with the elite. You'll get paid more doing private shows too. Those dancers on the second floor are petty, and you aren't." Yohji smiled warmly for the first time as he dressed himself.

"Arigatou gozimasu, Odaka-san."

"No problem," Ryu said with an all too coy smile upon his lips. His eyes were half lidded and Yohji was amused with his new boss's infatuation for him. Odaka was very good looking himself, with his sharp indigo eyes, long black hair and lengthy body. He just wasn't what Yohji was looking for. Something about the man was disagreeable. He just couldn't figure out what. "Juro said he'd already explained some of what will be expected to you. Can you start work tonight, perhaps?"

"Yeah, sure," Yohji replied.

"Good, just come by tonight around 7:00 p.m. and I'll get you started." Yohji nodded and headed for the door.

"I'll see you tonight, Odaka-san." Yohji exited the office and found Juro waiting for him on the other side of the door.

"So, everything cool?"

"Perfect."

"Do you need me to escort you out of the building?" Juro asked playfully.

"No, I think I can find my way out of here, and besides, if I'm gonna be workin' up here I might as well start becoming familiar with this place now," Yohji said as he started down the rest of the corridor and boarded the elevator. He and Juro waved their goodbyes.

[Up here?] Juro thought to himself. He trotted back to his brother's office and entered the room. Ryu was reopening his blinds. Juro shut the door behind himself before speaking. "Aniki, is Yohji gonna work the attic floor?"

"Hai." Juro stepped forward and Ryu turned in his direction but swiftly tried to sit down before his younger brother noticed anything peculiar about him. A gasp and then a laugh burst from out of Juro's mouth. Ryu frowned.

"He's gone now, you know, so that stiffy you've got should have left with him, by now," Juro teased as he reached over his older brother's desk to take candies from a small dish near the corner.

"Gaki."

"Hentai," Juro said under his breath as he still sorted through the candies in the crystal dish. "Don't you have anything better than this to eat?" When Ryu didn't answer Juro looked up to see the man daydreaming. "Never mind, I know where you keep the good stuff." He walked a few steps to his left and opened a picture from the wall. The picture was of course to disguise a safe in the wall. Juro worked at the safe's combination.

"Did I say you could open that?"

Juro stopped a moment to look directly at his older brother. "You never said I couldn't," he said very smugly and continued to open the safe. Ryu stood up and crossed the distance between them. He slammed shut the safe door just as Juro finished the combination and began to open it.

"Did I say you could open that?" Ryu repeated but this time with a bit more attitude.

"It's not like you keep anything important in here for me to ruin, just candy, so shove off," said Juro as he started to spin the combination again. Ryu stood there, arms folded as he watched his little brother remove a little red candy from the wall then, shut the safe door and replace the picture over it. He looked at Ryu once more. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Juro asked sarcastically as he turned for the door. He was only allotted three steps before his older brother grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him into the wall. Juro dropped the little candy he'd been holding as one of his arms was twisted behind his back. "Ow, what's your problem?!"

"You're, my problem Juro. You're a spoiled brat, which isn't completely your fault. But you've been such an asshole all this week and I've hardly done a thing about it. Your bad attitude just keeps getting worse and worse," Juro could hear that Ryu was stepping on the candy that he'd dropped earlier and the plastic wrapper was making a tiny squeaking sound. "Stop letting it happen." There was a silence. "Confirm it Juro, are you going to start behaving?" Juro mumbled something. "What's that?" Ryu questioned.

"I said you're stepping on my fucking candy." Ryu smashed Juro into the wall again. "Ow, shit! That hurt!

"Good, you punk that's what you get for being a smart ass. You just couldn't hold out could you? You couldn't be civilized with me for two seconds." Juro was slammed into the wall again and his last cry sounded feeble so Ryu figured his younger brother had finally had enough. He let go of the grip he had on Juro and allowed the boy to straighten himself up. He was sniffling a little and turned away so that it wouldn't be noticed. Ryu could tell that his little brother was starting to cry even though no tears had fallen yet. "Juro," he started quietly. "Gomen." He walked directly behind the younger man and turned him around. He held Juro close by wrapping his strong arms around the shorter boy. "Gomen nasai, Juro. I should be kinder to you, you're all I've got," Ryu said very sadly.

"You've got mom and dad too."

"No, you have mom and dad. They gave up on me long ago." Juro looked up enabling his brother to see into his reddening eyes. Ryu combed his fingers through Juro's hair. "Are you very mad at me," he asked frowning. Juro shook his head.

"No."

"Good, I couldn't stand it if you were."

The truth was yes, Juro could be a bit of a brat but Ryu had more than a temper. He'd been hot headed since birth and his anger often prompted him to retaliate with physical violence for the most insignificant things. As Juro got older he was beginning to tire of his older brother's high and mighty attitude, probably being that he was growing up to be exactly the same way. He pressed the limits with Ryu where few other men would go. What he failed to realize is that the only reason he hadn't been hurt too severely by now was because he and Ryu were brothers. But other people who played the same tricks, especially after seeing Juro perform them were not so lucky.

Juro rested his head under Ryu's chin. The top of his head vibrated when his older brother began to speak to him again. "You still love me, right?" Juro looked up at his brother and nodded. Ryu smiled sweetly and cupped the young boy's face with one hand. He descended his own face as he pulled Juro's forward and he lightly kissed the younger man's soft lips. "Good."