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Chapter 5

I didn't receive it too well; the whole 'you look like my son's dead mother' thing, that is. At that point, I was too creeped out and confused, not to mention embarrassed to stay there any longer. But that old man—no, he wasn't old. In fact, he looked rather young and was actually quite handsome. Dashing even if you compared him to his own son 'cause as plain as Yukio seemed, he really was a sexy bastard if you paid enough attention.

Anyway, the old fart held me steadfast with this real intense gaze like his eyes were an entirely separate realm of their own—they were just that dark and vast. Thankfully, Yukio returned before his old man could try anything funny. He called out to us, allowing me a moment to yank off the dress and throw on my beer stained shirt. At least I'd have less explaining to do with that on.

"Hey, Yukio. I'm real glad you're back; how 'bout we head back to your place?"

"Are you wearing lipstick? And you reek of beer. What happened to your shirt?"

I wiped away the awful red from my lips and blamed it on all the strawberry soda I'd been drinking. As for the smell, I told him exactly what happened—that his father was clumsy and piss drunk. Yukio didn't seem bothered by it, so he told a maid to pass on his regards to his father before we headed over to his apartment. I still don't get why everybody was conveniently gone when the old fart nearly wasted himself on beer and chamisul.

When we returned, I quickly washed up and changed before tackling Yukio and throwing him down beside his bed.

"I would've allowed you to sleep there if you had just asked. You could even sleep in your own room if you wanted to," he said, getting into the futon next to the bed.

"That sounds more like a suggestion and less like an option," I replied with a cheesy frown.

He grinned and threw a pillow at me, which I dodged, but rather prolonging the inevitable I gave him the one finger salute and settled into bed. His bed.

The night dragged on after that. I could hardly sleep with all the thoughts whirling in my mind, and on top of that, I was really hungry. Finally, at some point in all the tossing and turning, I fell asleep. That night, I dreamed of the labyrinth of fire. It had been long since 'cause for some reason the dreams sorta stopped right around the time I met Yukio. Now, they all came flooding back. I woke up so hot after that 'cause my lips felt like they were on fire, but when I regained consciousness, I realized why.

"Yukio!" I cried, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "What the hell are you doing?"

"CPR. Are you alright now? I heard you wheezing and-"

"I'm alright! Just go back to sleep," I said, diving under the covers. Goddamn it, that was embarrassing. I hope I didn't have morning breath or something.

Shortly after, my stomach rumbled real loud. Yukio chuckled and I just got all hot in the face.

"I can bring you something to eat if you want. Like a sandwich if you're concerned about my domestic abilities," he laughed.

"I'll go with you," I muttered.

We made terrific sandwiches. Since Yukio had all that food stockpiled in his walk in fridge—yes, he really did have a walk-in fridge like the ones in restaurants—we were able to make incredible, mouth-watering sandwiches.

"So Rin, what did you think of my family? They're a bit quirky, but it's those idiosyncrasies that make them so special."

"I like Shura a lot. She totally kicks your ass and she hardly does a thing," I laughed.

"I see you've taken a liking to that amazon."

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. What about my father? He got a bit carried away with the alcohol, but he's a hard working man; it's only natural for him to let loose once in a while."

"He's cool," I lied.

"Oh." You could tell he was somewhat disappointed.

"Yeah, I could see where you get your looks from," I replied. That's all I could genuinely think of that wasn't a lie. Mr. Okumura really was a fascinating man, but in a dark, menacing way. Like if you were ever to cross him, I bet he'd make sure you paid tenfold for it. That alone was terribly unnerving.

"That better not be an insult."

"It's not!" I exclaimed. After taking another bite of my sandwich, I reached across the counter for a small sprig of mistletoe; "Hey, you weren't planning to use this on me, were you?"

"Don't be silly. The old woman next door gave it to me—as if I'd ever use it."

"Why not?" I said, with a mouth full.

He stopped to look at me, eyes narrowing, "It really was a gift, Rin."

"Come on, it's just a goddamn kiss," I said, starting my second sandwich. "It's not like you'll suddenly want to suck cock by kissing another guy."

"You don't give me enough credit, Rin. Besides, we're still eating."

I held up the mistletoe and lightly pecked his lips just for the reaction. He looked so goddamn surprised when he really should've seen it coming. Man, that cracked me up.

"I think I got some of your tomato," I laughed.

"Now hold on, if you're gonna do it at least make it count."

"What, you wanna do it again?" I asked.

"Just once more."

"Alright," I said, shrugging. I swallowed the last of my sandwich and sipped my juice to clear the pallet, then leaned in to give another peck, but I caught his upper lip instead. Yukio didn't seem satisfied, so I pulled back.

"Rin, keep your lips still. You keep moving them."

"I didn't know which way you were turning and I wanted to keep my eyes open 'cause it's not as—you know . . ." I was actually beginning to think rather hard about it.

"So it's okay if it's eyes open?"

"I mean, it just seems personal when it's not. I'm not trying to judge or anything, it's just . . . I dunno," I said, scratching my head.

"You've never kissed anyone before, have you?"

"Was it really that easy to tell?" I asked—real sheepish.

"Yeah. It was," he laughed. "Try it again, but this time put your lips like this; I'll do the rest."

It felt a bit odd at first especially when he licked and tugged on my lips, but his skin was soft and he smelled really good—as weird as that sounds. Yukio smelled a bit like frankincense: sweet, warm, balsamic, and almost stimulating. I'm not even sure why I cared about his smelliness, but I really did begin to notice more about him. And as crazy as it seemed, I hardly gave a thought as to how awkward it could've been. Maybe he was just that good, 'cause Yukio sure as hell wasn't sloppy with his kisses; that much I could tell.

"Yukio—you're pushing me off the stool," I panted.

He just kept going as he slipped his hands around my ass. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" I asked, pushing him back.

"Sorry, my hand slipped . . ." he muttered, kissing me all over. Gosh, he was really getting into it. It was sort of funny, in a way.

"I-I'm going to bed," I said, pulling away to make a run for the door.

He never came to his room after that. In fact, rather than waking to Yukio, I woke to a mutated cat. Like you should've seen the thing; it had two tails, horns, and these great big yellow eyes. He had one helluva appetite and the endurance of a toddler—you know, always wanting to play and stuff.

"Merry Christmas Rin," read the tag round his little neck. "Well, it looks like you're stuck with me, little man," I said, removing the bow and tag. I decided to call him Kuro just 'cause that name kicks ass.

I didn't see Yukio until the next day. It was hard for me to even understand my own feelings, but as far as I knew, I just got scared. I didn't think he'd get so serious over it, but Yukio was the quiet type. It's said those guys are the most emotional 'cause they keep everything bottled up inside. I really did want to understand Yukio though, so I made it a note to ask him about it the next time I saw him.

I went to town square to buy Kuro cat stuff, but mostly to kill time. There were so many damn people, and in this area, the place was crowded on a daily basis. It was snowing pretty heavy too, but that didn't stop people from coming down to catch all the after Christmas sales and wander. Despite all of the people though, it was helluva a beautiful sight with all the Christmas lights and the huge decorated tree smack dab in the middle of everything. I suddenly felt lonely because I wanted to share it with someone else. Luckily, I met Izumo on my way there.

"Shopping for little sister comics, I see," I said—rather smug.

"Shut up!"

"Anyway, meet Kuro. He's my new bad ass sidekick," I said. Kuro meowed and paced back and forth on my shoulders. I'm surprised I didn't have to put him on a leash, especially with so many people around. He could've been one of those specially trained circus cats for all I knew.

"I feel sorry for him. What are you doing down here, anyway? Shouldn't you be with Yukio? I saw him at that new cafe just down the street; it looked like he was waiting for someone."

"Really? Show me where!" I demanded. We ran down to the cafe several blocks back the way Izumo came and found Yukio sipping black coffee. Man, what a stud muffin. And just when I started towards him, a girl sprinted over to his table and bowed furiously like she was real sorry—probably for being late.

"Izumo, who's that?" I asked.

"Isn't that—Shiemi?"

"Shiemi! What is she doing with him?" I cried.

"What's your problem? Don't tell me you're jealous."

"Never mind that, show me where you buy your comics!" I exclaimed, pulling Izumo by her arm.

We went all over to her favorite comic sources, and goddamn I've never seen so many otaku's gathered in so many places. Anyway, it really was great to be away from that jerk. I don't know why I thought so hard about the whole mistletoe situation anyway. It was just a kiss—a stupid kiss.

"It's like I'm in a sea of nerds!" I cried.

Izumo kicked me down and nearly choked me out, "Would you shut up! You're embarrassing me!"

"Urk—okay! You freakin' amazon," I muttered, rubbing my neck.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing!" I exclaimed. And the day went like that; just me and old Izumo horsing around. It was nice seeing her without getting an earful of that ASB crap. She really was a cool person, despite being a bit of a loose canon and all.

It was pretty late once we decided to call it a night. I walked with Izumo to the train station just 'cause that's what you do when you go on a date with a girl. Well, it was more like a quasi date, but by my standards, a date.

"You know, I actually had a really great time Izumo. We should hang out more often," I said.

"Yeah, me too," said Izumo. After pecking me once on the cheek, she dashed up the escalator to catch her train. I was stunned. It was the first kiss I'd ever received from a girl, and the fact that it came from Izumo made it even tougher to believe. Though shortly after, I thought of Yukio and Shiemi kissing and that sort of made my head spin—hell, they might've gone as far as necking. I'm not sure why I cared. He wasn't even mine.

I decided to take a short cut home rather than waving down a taxi. There were less people and traffic that way, but it cut straight through the ghetto part of the city. I knew some real splendid folks that lived in the area, but I had no idea if they were still around. I would've have call them up for a burger by now if I knew.

"We told you not to deal on these streets. You don't know who you're dealing with—boy," said a guy around the corner of the alley. I peeked over and saw five thugs surrounding a fool with a big old blond streak in his hair; he was already sprawled on the ground, beaten and battered. He reminded me of a guy I wasn't real fond of.

"Now, get your candy ass up and bounce back to your boss; tell him that we've taken over. "

When the guy yanked the big lug on the floor by his hair, I realized at once who it was.

"Bon!" I cried.

"Who's there?"

"Shit!" I spat, dropping my bags and making a run for it. Two of the goons came after me, but rather than trying to outrun them, I took a sharp turn to the right at the end of the alley and circled the building. I noticed there was a fire escape directly above the thugs from earlier, so I climbed several stories up and lost them. They kept on moving though, leaving three of their guys behind. Desperately looking round the fire escape, I noticed a big old potted plant sitting out in the open. Heaving the damn thing with all my might, I lifted it up so that it was positioned directly above the guy calling all of the shots—once I was sure it'd hit him, I dropped it. Just as I'd anticipated, the pot shattered and knocked the fucker out while the other two were caught off guard. I took that moment to jump off and land on them both, knocking one out while I had to fight off the other. Kuro finally jumped in and scratch the hell outta the bastard until he threw the little guy off and busted my lip. I tell ya, that really fucking hurt.

"You hit like a bitch!" I yelled, swiveling as I concentrated all my weight and strength into one last knock out punch. When it connected with the guy's face, his head jerked as if his brain literally shook against his skull. I ran over to Kuro and man, the little guy was a soldier—he dashed past me and took a dump on one of the thugs. Meanwhile, I rushed over to Bon and checked his pulse, "Hey, Asswipe! Wake up! I know you're still alive!" I yelled, slapping his face. He looked up at me, but it seemed like he couldn't see a damn thing even with his eyes open.

"The—f-fire . . ." he mouthed, like a fish out of water. I searched the thugs and found a couple bags of what looked like dried moss.

"Marijuana? You fucking idiot, you got your ass kicked over weed? What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said, hoisting him up. I carried his ass to a busy street so I could wave down a taxi. Luckily, in this part of town it really wasn't uncommon to witness fights or unconscious people with the number of pubs and parlors littering the place.

After finally catching a taxi, I had the driver stop a couple blocks from my house just in case we were followed. Carrying Bon the rest of the way, I nearly broke my goddamn ankle when Shima suddenly popped out from the shadows.

"It's alright Kuro," I said, stepping in front of him. Still, he kept on hissing 'til I scolded him. "What the hell do you want Shima? Did you follow us here?" I asked—real irritated. I really didn't feel like dealing with him.

"I live a couple blocks from your house in that new complex, you know. I was just on my way back home and I noticed-"

"Shima, I don't give a fuck what you were doing. If you wanna help, help. Otherwise, fuck off!" I barked. Bon was really fucking heavy; talking just made me weaker.

"Alright, I'll take over then."

We were silent the whole way there, and because he had Bon, I had to let him inside.

"Take him upstairs to the room on the left, and don't touch a damn thing!" I exclaimed.

Shima said nothing and did as I told him; the fact he was being so obedient made me even angrier. Why was he doing this: taking my crap and acting like that incident in the Chem. Lab never happened? I'd be sure to ask him once we tended to Bon, and even though I really hated the guts of those two bastards, I didn't have it in me to throw them out. I'd gone through so much to help Bon anyway.

"Here's a first aid kit, towels, water, ibuprofen, and sandwiches. Let me know if you need anything else," I said, setting down the tray of items on my nightstand.

"Thanks," said Shima. "Is your lip alright?"

I felt my lip and realized it was already caked in blood, "I'll clean it up later."

Watching Shima tend to Bon made me think: if he hadn't shown up, I'd still be dragging Bon's sorry ass up the steps without a clue of what to do next. I didn't know much about first aid and Bon was a technically a criminal. Though, I wasn't sure if I really wanted to know the whole truth behind it. Maybe he deserved it.

"I have to wonder, Rin. Why didn't you just call the police?"

"Your sidekick got his ass beat over weed. If I had called, he'd go to jail or get killed. Not that I'd really care, but it didn't seem right to leave him like that," I sighed, plopping into an old vinyl chair.

"All things considered, you're not exactly on good terms with Bon, yet you helped him anyway . . ."

"Whatever, I still don't like either of you," I said, leaning back in my chair. He just smiled and we didn't talk much after that.

Later that night—it was technically the morning, but it was still dark—I stayed downstairs mostly because I couldn't sleep. I didn't feel entirely comfortable with Bon and Shima in my home either, and I was still thinking about that goddamn Yukio. I thought about calling him up, but it was so late that I decided against it.

"Rin."

"Fuck!" I cried, clutching my chest. "You scared me, Shima. What're you doing up? Something wrong with Bon?"

"He's fine, I just wanted see what you were doing. Can't sleep?"

"Not with you bitches in my house," I said—real smug.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm only kidding. It's not a big deal, man. Really," I replied, looking away. He began to gaze at me real hard the same way Yukio's old man did; I began to feel a bit sick.

"Not about Bon; I'm sorry about what happened before the break."

"Oh," I said.

"I wasn't trying to spite you or anything like that. I just like you, is all."

"Oh," I didn't know what else to say. What do you say when someone tells you that? Thank you? He just laughed it off like it was nothing.

"Your feelings toward me are pretty obvious, so I'm not expecting an answer or anything. I just wanted you know, " he said with a big old grin on his face. Surely he was hurt, but you could hardly tell. Guess I really was that dense.

"So, do you like, wanna be friends or something?" I said, rather unsure.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

Bon slept the entire day while Shima and I hung out at my house. I had a swing set and a tree house out back, so we just horsed around and talked. Like Izumo, he turned out to be pretty cool, but he talked way too much about girls. Blah, blah, blah I'm a womanizer, blah. Yeah, it was nice though; I finally felt comfortable around him.

"Shima, we have to fuck with Bon."

He just shook his head like he was thinking, "No way, that's awful!" but he went ahead and said, "Okay!"

About 30 minutes later, I ran upstairs and jumped into bed without a shirt on; he didn't wake up right away though, so I had to slap the guy a bit until he finally came around.

"Hey, Babe. You sleep well?" I said—real smooth.

"Rin?" he asked, thick with sleep. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

"Pfft, this is my bed," I replied.

It took him a while to finally come to terms with situation, but boy was it worth it. "Oh. My. God. Did we—did we, do it?"

"Well, duh—you gay fuck," I laughed. Bon on the other hand, was mortified. He was so shocked that he tried to get out of bed, but he ended up scrambling all over the place.

"Bon, you're awake. How are you feeling?" asked Shima, as he entered and placed a tray of fresh fruit, pancakes, and milk on the nightstand.

"Shima? There's no fucking way I had a threesome with you two!" Bon cried.

I slapped his back and jumped out of bed, "I'm just pulling your leg. I rescued you from those thugs last night after you got your ass kicked. I also found a lot of weed."

"Weed? Where? Where is it?" he asked—real anxious.

"Nowhere in this house, I assure you. Seems real dear to you; I bet you'd do anything for it," I replied.

"Don't think you can blackmail me into anything, I could have you arrested for possession of illegal substances," he said.

"But it's not in my possession; not now at least," I said walking away.

"Get your ass back here, Rin!" he yelled.

I ran downstairs and he actually had the gall to jump the last few steps and land on top of me. He was built like a merc, but I wouldn't let him have it that easily. I horsed around a bit, provoking him until his face was red as a tomato, then caught him in a sleeper hold.

"I saved your ass; the least you could do is thank me you goddamn gorilla," I panted.

"He's telling the truth, Bon. I'm only here because I saw him carrying you to his home," said Shima.

"Why the hell would he help me?" Bon spat, struggling to break free from my hold.

"Because I'm a good person!" I retorted. You should've seen him—he got real quiet, and Shima did too. I wasn't angry at him or anything, I just thought that much was the obvious.

"I-I'm sorry, then. Now, would you get off me?" Bon muttered.

"All is forgiven!" I said, slapping his back.

"Now will you tell me where you hid the cannabis?" he asked.

A knock then came from the door, so I told Bon to wait as I got up to open it: "Yukio? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check up on the little guy I left you. I guess you could call him a late Christmas present or an early birthday gift; either way, I hope you like him."

"Yeah, thanks! He's awesome; I got a bunch of stuff for him today," and at that moment, I realized I had left all Kuro's stuff behind. "Fuck," I muttered. "Anyway, how did you know it was my birthday?" I asked.

"Shiemi told me."

"Oh," I said.

"Do you mind if I come inside?"

"Nah, come in. Bon and Shima are also here," I said moving aside to let him through.

"Perhaps I should come back another time."

"Actually, your timing couldn't be more perfect. We were just on our way to celebrate my birthday, right guys?" I asked.

"Right?" They both replied, looking to me, then to each other.

Shima offered to let Kuro stay at his place since he also had cats. After we dropped him off, we ended up going to a gentleman's club; or a titty bar if you're not real big on formalities. I thought it'd be a great way to lighten up the mood since I was finally on good terms with Bon and Shima. As for Yukio, my mind would spin whenever I thought of him and Shiemi, so I figured I'd feel a lot better about it if I could just laugh it off. And I did.

"Excuse me, Miss?" I asked.

"Yes, hon?" replied the lady with really big knockers.

"We'd like a lap dance for our friend here," I said, handing her a tip. "Oh, and Yukio's gay so do your best."

"Mind if I called you Yuki-chan?" she asked, sitting on his lap.

"Please don't call me that," said Yukio, glaring angrily at me. Apparently, Bon and Shima thought it was hilarious 'cause they could barely keep from laughing.

"Lighten up, man. When I get back, I wanna see a smile on your face, " I said, tugging his cheeks.

"Where are you going, Rin?" asked Shima.

"Restroom," I said. When I got back, there was no sign of Yukio. I asked Bon where he had gone 'cause Shima was on stage with a couple of dancers; he said Yukio had left before the stripper could even finish. So I shook his hand with the coordinates to the marijuana and told him not to wait for me.

It snowed pretty hard that night. Since the taxis and the trains didn't run that late, I eventually caught up to Yukio. He was super lax on a bench and he had his head tilted back as if he were watching the snow fall, but his eyes were closed.

"You'll lose a limb sitting out here," I warned lazily. I didn't sit down because there was a layer of snow on the bench.

"Is there a reason why you're here?" he asked with his eyes closed.

I thought over it briefly: I didn't really know why I chased after him when I knew he'd be alright. "Do I need a reason?" I asked a bit snobbishly. He didn't say anything, so I ended up standing there for about five minutes. Finally, I found the peace of mind to drag his ass to the nearest hotel. It was a real vintage looking hotel and pretty classy too, considering we weren't that far from the strip club. I bought us a single bedroom suite called the Red Room. I didn't really know what to expect, so when we finally made it to our room, I sauntered into what looked like something out of the Taj Mahal. Pretty exotic for two guys with nowhere to go, if you ask me.

Yukio plopped onto the bed and groaned, "I'm never letting you talk me into doing that again. That woman was so aggressive; I couldn't just sit there while she humped me in public—even in a strip club."

"She was probably trying to convert you," I joked, jumping onto the bed. "What if it were me? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Climbing onto his lap, I started shaking my hips and moving my arms around all wild, "Unce unce unce unce unce!"

"Unce?" he repeated.

"It's like a techno beat with the deep bass and the cymbal strike," I explained.

"Rin," he started. I just kept on dancing like an idiot until I finally whacked his face with my elbow. He collapsed onto the bed and I leaned over to see if he was alright.

"Sorry! Are you okay? Where did I hit you this time?" I asked with my arms flanked around his head. He didn't say anything, so I just kept on looking until his eyes met mine. It was sort of purple-ish blue in the red lighting; that's when I noticed the mark around his right eye. Rather than saying anything, I leaned in and rested my lips on the bruised area.

"What are you doing, Rin?" Yukio asked.

"I don't really know . . ." I said, traveling down a bit to slip my hand round the start of his trousers.

"Stop, Rin. Don't force yourself, " he said, pushing me back.

"I-I'm not!" I retorted.

"We don't need to sleep together to convince anyone," he replied, sitting up.

"This isn't about that!" I shouted.

He then grew real quiet and his face became serious, "What is it about?"

I shifted on the bed and steadied my eyes as if I were waiting for him to laugh and say he was only kidding, "I don't—I don't know!"I exclaimed. I nearly started crying. Why was he doing this?

"I made the mistake of crossing the boundaries of our business relationship," he said, pushing to his feet. "I'm sorry, Rin. I'll get myself another room so you'll have the bed to yourself tonight."

"Well, fuck you too!" I cried.

I never thought my world could flop and spiral into chaos so quickly, but it did. It's amazing how you could build an empire over a course of decades, only to see it fall to ruin in a night.
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