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Title: Endless Bouts
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Pairing: Kazu/Ryu� Ryu/Kazu
Disclaimer: Hehehehehe... HahahahahaHAHA!! I'm sorry. Just thinking what it would be like if I actually owned s.CRY.ed. (snorts softly)
A/N: And the mini-saga continues! Tachibana and Kazuma sleep in the same bed� (laughs behind her hand) Ooohohohoho! Poor Tachibana� (pets him) I love him so dearly but�oh!�I can't just help playing with him and teasing him! Maybe I'll steal "Ringo" from Lennith's fanfic "Newlyweds" and give him to Tachi-bon as a present! (twirls)

Chapter Five � A Night On the Town
Warm. His bed was never this warm, not even when he managed to get completely tangled in the sheets. Hazel eyes cracked open slowly and Tachibana smiled sleepily at the close sight before him, and then closed them. They snapped open once again, his yell lodged in his throat, as he began struggling to free himself from Kazuma.
The Shell Bullet moaned softly and tightened his grip on the body, pressing his cheek against Tachibana's.
Tachibana inched his head away after mentally conceding defeat, and decided to wait until he was released to scamper away with his tail between his legs; this was why he'd slept in the office last night. He stared at the sleeping face across from him and gave a small smile.
Kazuma somehow managed to maintain his "tough" appearance even during sleep, but it only made him cuter�or so the one inspecting him believed.
'I can heal that for him�' Tachibana tilted his head slightly forward, ghosting his lips over Kazuma's right eye. What kept him going was neither adrenaline nor courage, but a reckless fire that burned within. He inhaled softly, unable to release the breath, and leaned down a little further. Tachibana had too much internal strife, and this only added to it�to steal a kiss or not steal a kiss�but when was he going to get another chance like this?
Kazuma made the choice for him, crushing his mouth against the other's. Bright hazel eyes widened and Tachibana pressed both hands against the Shell Bullet's chest; he shoved, hard.
Kazuma freed up his arms to roll then stopped himself, yawning and groaning. "I thought that's what you wanted. It's what your face told me. And also your lips to my face."
"You were awake!" Tachibana stammered, hand flying to his chest as he sat up.
"I didn't really go to sleep�" Kazuma scratched the back of his auburn head, staring at the ceiling. "You kept calling my name in your sleep�Oi!" He watched his host stumble from the bed and rush into the adjoining bathroom. "I guess it wasn't what he wanted�"
Tachibana stood on the other side of the bathroom door, face buried in his hands in absolute mortification over his actions. If Ryuhou were to find out�he paled, dragging his nails down his face, and began sobbing.
Kazuma knocked on the bathroom door after hearing several minutes of hiccupping on the other side, because hunger now drove him. Maybe he should have eaten dinner, after all. "What do you have for breakfast?"
Tachibana shook his head. He sat across from the shower, on the closed toilet, the balled-up and moist tissue in his hands still attached to the roll. He sniffled and stared around.
"Tachibana?" the voice outside called in.
"In a minute," the almost hysterical man yelled, blowing his nose. Tachibana ripped the tissue from the bunch and stood to dump it into the toilet, flushing it down. He stopped at the sink on his way out, splashing his face with cold water.
Kazuma stepped back as the door opened, staring down at the other Alter user. "You all right?" he mumbled.
A curt nod and the smaller man was off.
Kazuma followed him through the halls and into the kitchen he'd almost burnt down yesterday. And it was a nice kitchen, too, he mused. Tachibana had just set the pots down on the stove to begin, when the siren started wailing outside. Kazuma sighed and decided clothes was really what he needed before he left; he currently wore a pair of black boxers.
Tachibana stood unmoving before the cold stove as his listened to the sounds of the man rushing abour. A soft sigh escaped his lips and red-rimmed eyes slid shut. He hoped today had no negative effect on Kazuma's fighting.
"Tachibana," Kazuma yelled as he ran by. "I owe you a new car." He left the door wide open as he left.
Tachibana inched to his right and rose onto his tiptoes to peer out of the window. He groaned and dropped back onto the floor after spotting the crater where his car once was; he'd lost count on how many cars the duo had already destroyed.
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Kazuma couldn't explain it, but today's fight went off without a hitch�he kicked butt! He gave a short laugh, then grinned, finally turning down the street where Tachibana's house was situated. At the distant thought of the young medic, his mind wandered back to the kiss. 'Maybe I did overstep my boundaries�' Kazuma stuffed his hands into his pockets with a scoff. "He overstepped them first. Not that I minded it�"
Tachibana slowly stood from the front stoop of his house as he noticed the figure moving through the evening darkness toward his house. He couldn't help his growing smile and told himself it was out of relief.
Kazuma saluted once near, a grin plastered on his face. "No bodily damage whatsoever," he informed the other.
"I'll be the judge of that," Tachibana sighed. "Come on." He opened the door and stepped aside so the auburn-haired man could enter, then closed it softly. He tugged the fingerless glove free of the scarred hand�this area and around the right eye still worried him the most.
Kazuma sighed softly at the gentle touches, closing his left eye. His hysterics a few months ago about not wanting Tachibana's help during his cold�he was unsure what had brought it on because the man before him was one of very few he would ever allow to help him in any way.
Kazuma's face muscles tightened at the familiar feeling of the jade sphere's invasion. There was a faint probing in his right hand that traveled into his fingers and down to their tips, then behind his right eye, and it was over.
Tachibana opened his eyes as his Alter vanished and smiled. He could only wait for the day he was given permission to sit down and carefully mend the tissues so both bright amber eyes were visible to him and many others once more. "I guess Altering my car paid off," he commented.
Kazuma grinned, taking his hand and glove away from the smaller man. "You trying to guilt me? 'Cause it won't work." He flexed the fingers of his right hand with a sigh then stuck both arms behind his head after he'd replaced the glove. "I'm hungry. What's for dinner tonight?"
"You tell me," Tachibana chuckled, stepping out of the entrance hall while still facing the other. He turned left and headed for the kitchen, the Shell Bullet following. "Tonight," he sighed as he back up against the fridge. "You cook."
Kazuma tilted his head, amber eye blinking out of total incomprehension. "Wasn't it just yesterday you almost lost your kitchen because I was behind� that?" He nodded in the stove's direction.
"I'm here to supervise," Tachibana smiled. "And once you've mastered the skill, you can cook Ryuhou a 'welcome home' meal." 'Why did it hurt to say that?' He laughed at the other's quizzical expression, burying the painful feelings that had suddenly arose, and held out a hand to indicate the rogue Alter user should start.
Together, until early morning, they went through trial and error until Kazuma had grasped the basic concept of how to cook.
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It was now their third day together and there was still no word of Ryuhou's whereabouts or even if Mimori was all right. Tachibana was out on several house calls; he'd left while Kazuma was still sleeping, a note on his pillow. The same young girl that had given her hero a flower was his last visit for the day. Her smile remained strong even though she lay in bed with a fever Tachibana felt was entirely too high for such a small child.
"What's your name?" the young man asked with a smile of his own, placing a cold compress to her forehead.
She whimpered, tiny fingers clutching at the blankets. "Sakura�"
"Sakura. It's cute. Well, Sakura-chan, I'm going to stay with you for a while, then check your temperature again."
Sakura gave a small nod, trying not to remove the compress, and slowly closed her eyes.
Tachibana sat back with a deep sigh and groan, covering his face. He really didn't want to leave, but the specialized children's vitamins were still at the house, which was a good mile and a half away from where he currently sat. 'Kanami� please.'
The young female Alter user opened her eyes slowly and looked toward the front of the house. "Cammie?" she called out. "Tachibana-san needs a favor done."
"Sure." The older girl poked her head into the room and grinned. "Just name it."
Kanami relayed the mental message she'd received from Tachibana and Cammie was off, knowing exactly what she was to bring. On foot and running, it took her three minutes to get to her original home. Cammie hurried into her room after opening the door, and searched the shelves.
Kazuma shuffled down the hall with a loud yawn, drawn to the noise. "Hello?" he drawled, dropping a hand to scratch himself through his white boxers. "Tachibana?"
Cammie darted across the hall, waving to him, then stopped and looked back over her shoulder. She stared at the medicine in her hand and smiled slowly. "Ka-zu-ma-kun!"
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Tachibana sat forward, head resting on his steepled hands. He needed the medicine to stop the virus in its early stage. As he'd told her, he checked her temperature once more, and even with the cold compress, it had risen three more degrees. He sighed deeply. Tachibana sat up straight at the faint, distinct whirring then stood, rushing to the door. A relieved smile spread across his face at the sight of Kazuma, but he was also concerned with that fact that he'd used his Alter's second stage to get here.
Kazuma exhaled deeply as his right arm and the right side of his face lost the alloy armor, the propeller also disappearing from his back, then dug through his pocket as he strolled forward. He placed the medication Cammie had given him into Tachibana's hand. "Don't ever leave a note again," he grumbled.
Tachibana nodded and hurried back inside to where the sleeping child lay.
Kazuma stayed outside, waiting. He flexed his right arm with a grunt, feeling as if old wounds were being severely ripped open once again.
Several minutes later, Tachibana joined him after he was sure Sakura's sleep would be uneventful�he'd left a note for the boys. "Thank you," he told the rogue Alter user walking beside him.
Kazuma kicked at a stray pebble, glancing at the houses they passed. "It was no problem. You should actually thank Kanami."
"I do." Tachibana raised his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "Sakura-chan asked me if you still had the flower she gave you."
"Yeah. I have a flower. I don't know who gave it to me."
"That's what I told her."
Kazuma grimaced, right arm twitching. He forced it behind his back with a sigh. "Let's go get drunk."
"Un�" Tachibana needed something to take his mind off of what he just saw.
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Kazuma watched his now drunk host laugh it up with Urizane and Elian, whom they'd met at the bar. He downed the glass of alcohol before him, slamming it down once emptied. Elian sat between him and Urizane, slowly sipping what he'd ordered. It was obvious he would have to be the one to get everyone else home. Tachibana was wiping tears away from his eyes with a sigh. He laughed softly and raised his glass to his lips.
"So, you're stuck with him until Ryuhou gets back, eh?" Urizane mumbled, jerking a thumb in the Shell Bullet's direction.
"What that's supposed to mean?" Kazuma growled, leaning across the table.
Elian pulled his glass close so it was out of the way.
"Hey, hey." Tachibana stood, pressing a hand against Kazuma and Urizane's chest. "We're all� friends, aren't we?"
"No," the men yelled.
"Fine." Tachibana dropped back into his seat and reached for the beer mug in the middle of the table. He poured himself another glass and sat back with it, a blush running across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Kazuma noticed the glazed look in the hazel eyes and felt Tachibana was drunk enough for the both of them. He stood and took the glass from the purple-haired man.
Tachibana whined, swallowing what he held in his mouth. "Kazuma�"
"You need to get in bed."
"I'm not tired."
"No, you're drunk."
Kazuma set the glass aside with a sigh, rubbing the back of hi neck. "We're leaving."
"Can you make it?" Elian asked, eyeing both men.
"I've learned to handle my booze," Kazuma said with a broad grin.
"Obviously Tachibana can too," Urizane laughed.
Kazuma glanced back and scowled at his host hurriedly emptying the glass he'd just taken. He snatched it away and lifted the intoxicated man onto his shoulder.
"Kazuma!" Tachibana yelled, feeling the blood rush to his head and his stomach lurch.
"So long!" the Shell Bullet laughed, waving over his shoulder as he left.
Urizane snorted in good humor and grabbed the half full mug, raising it to his lips. Elian sighed then as he realized he still had one drunk to look after.
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Kazuma wrinkled his nose at the harsh retching sounds coming from the man on the ground before him.
They had made it a quarter of a mile from the bar�the house was still a few more miles to go�when Tachibana had frantically insisted he be put down. At the moment, he was trying to rid his mouth of the disgustingly bitter aftertaste. He squinted into the darkness before him as he sat back with a grunt; there was no way he could make it back home. Tachibana gasped as the ground disappeared from underneath his hand. He tilted his head and stared at the doubled image of the transformed Alter user. "Kazuma�" he sighed in a slurred voice.
The golden figure stepped forward and lifted the other man easily. Tachibana reflexively wrapped his arms around the strong neck with a sigh. It wasn't as cold as he'd imagined it to be, or maybe that was just because his body temperature was so high. His hold tightened as the whip-like propeller originating inches from his hands cracked against the barren ground, and they took to the air.
To be continued...
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