Later that night we both decided that a drink and some good food was just what we both needed. Well, I needed some good food that wasn't jam and bread and he needed a shot or two of the hardest that the bar would give him. We went to the 'Bey Bar' that was down the street from the place we bought our bread and jam or jam and bread depending on what day of the week it was. We had heard a few good things from the locals, saying that it drove tourist from all over the world so that they could get a taste of their famous vodka. I think that they won Kyoya's approval once he heard that vodka was involved, which meant a long night for me because I had stopped drinking a while ago. I wouldn't call Kyoya an alcoholic per say but he did enjoy getting himself hammered so bad that I had to literally give him piggy back rides home. I smiled a little at the thought looking down at my hamburger that was halfway gone and my pile of fries that had been neglected because of my deep thoughts.

The bar was much rather a club if anything else. The bar itself was a long counter ran by five separate people who seemed to always be moving when I happen to look up and see them. The walls were black but had gems scattered on the ceiling and a few walls so that when the neon lights hit them they shone in a colorful light show. The floor was black tile with gold rims so that you could easily count out the squares if you didn't want to dance to the music that was on blast. I would admit that it was pretty dark because I guess no one here has heard of the wonderful invention called the lightbulb yet, but in this generation I shouldn't be surprised. The dance floor was pretty crowded with bladers, tourists, and god knows what else that happened to wonder in here. I have never been a fan of clubs because I couldn't dance and was so clumsy that I usually ended up breaking someone or something.

The only reason I came here tonight was to eat some good food and watch Kyoya dance. I know that it sounds creepy but I enjoyed watching him act like a child when he got drunk enough that he forgot about his image to up hold. I wouldn't say that Kyoya wasn't fun to watch because he always seemed to lose himself in the music, but I knew that was because of his heritage. My smile faded as I saw him at the bar with some other black haired male that inched closer every time Kyoya looked away. Kyoya was dressed in black pants, his normal black ripped up shirt, and a black choker that Gingka had given him so long ago that I forgot that he even had it. He was smiling and laughing which made my heart stop because such acts were so rare and yet this man was flaunting it around like he owned him. I felt my chest tightened as I watched his hands slowly move towards Kyoya's hips and I swore that this man had a death wish.

I didn't know if Kyoya or me was going to get to him first but either way I knew he was going to be tossing and turning with nightmares of us tonight. I slowly stood up from my spot and for once I had forgotten that I had barely touched my dinner because I was so mad I thought smoke would come out of my nostrils. The male slowly looked up at me and I caught glimpse of blue eyes under the dark bangs that hung low on his face, man just looking at him pissed me off. Kyoya slowly looked over his shoulder and I could tell that he was surprised to see that I had moved from my usual spot at the table because he even knew that I hated clubs. "Benkei? What's up?," he asked before leaning against the counter and I almost had to cover my nose because I could already smell the vodka on his breath. He swayed a little but was doing a decent job hiding it by holding on to the counter and I could tell that he was praying that I wouldn't see it.

"Don't even try that," I said in a stern tone which made him lean back against the counter as if I accidently spit on him, but I guess I could've but that didn't matter right now. "And who are you?," I stopped as the male hissed in my ear and turned to see him pulling up his collar which told me he wanted to fight me. I wished that I had just minded my own business because a hamburger never tried to pick a fight with me and couldn't talk back. "Benkei, and you are?," I cocked a brow which made him make a grunting sound that to me made him sound like he was- a filthy pig. "Alright nice to meet you. Come on Kyoya lets go home," I said taking Kyoya's hand, squeezing it tight in between my fingers so I could comfort him and by my surprise he didn't protest like he usually did. He slowly leaned into my arm so that half of his body was block from view and the silence seemed to be louder than the speakers that played music around us.

"Buzz of fatty," the male said before reaching out to grab Kyoya's arm roughly making him fall back against the counter, a few glasses fell and broke. Kyoya's back hit the counter hard before he fell against the ground so hard that I swore I could hear his jaw pop, and that worried me. "Kyoya!," I yelled before glaring at the male who must've caught a glimpse of the rage under my calm mask because he was running as fast as he could towards the exit. "Yeah, you better run!," I shouted after him before slowly getting on to my knees to help Kyoya raise his head. His eyes wondered aimlessly and that alone worried me but soon it faded as he closed his eyes before reaching out his arms like he was a small child. I couldn't help but smile because this dependent side of him only shown when he was drunk and that was a shame because anyone could admit that it was cute.

I smiled before gently pulling him into my arms like he was a small child and carried him out like a new husband would to his bride. People stepped out of our way in fear while others turned away giggling, which never made sense to me why they turned away because it was clear to see that they were laughing at us. I mean I guess it would be strange to see a four hundred and something pound man, with a big nose that took up most of his face, and wore tacky clothes to be with someone like Kyoya. He seemed so small as I coddled him in my arms that for a moment I forgot that he was that guy who beat me under that bridge so many years ago. I forgot about the thought of revenge, any thoughts of love, and for once I didn't even think about what I was going to do about dinner once we got back. No, all I could think about was why it had to be so strange for two people who looked so different to be together. The thought made my heart tightened because I knew that no matter how much I wondered it was all part of one simple fact, people loved to judge by looks.

The streets were relatively empty because of the late hour with the few exceptions of people who worked late and a few couples who walked down the street hand in hand or were snuggling on a bench. The stores lights were turned off and the few that were still open shone a dreary light that made the street looked haunted. It reminded me of scenes from the old horror movies that Kyoya and I used to watch but they scared me so bad that I wasn't able to sleep so we both agreed to stop watching them. Those were back when we were still a part of the Face Hunters and back when Kyoya seemed to be decently happy, but that was before Ryuga and that red head happened. I gave a deep sigh, "Alright, can you walk Kyoya?," I asked looking around at the abandoned street and waited for him to respond, but after a few moments I shook my head, feeling slightly- only slightly frustrated. "Kyoya?," I asked again in a more stern tone before slowly looking down at him after he didn't answer me again.

His eyes were lightly shut once again covering those intense blue eyes that resembled how he really was with everyone, cold as ice. The only problem was that once you caught even a small glance you are forever frozen inside of them and he steals much more from you than points, he steals pieces of what makes you, you. His lips were slightly parted only moving slightly when he breathed slowly making his chest slowly go up and down against my chest. His arms were held close to his chest and he held his own hand as if trying to give himself the comfort that I had only a few moments ago. For a moment I was amazed as I looked down at him shock, he was asleep! Kyoya was always on edge with everyone he had ever known that I felt kind of honored that he was willing sleeping in my arms, it probably didn't hurt that he was hammered either. I gave a deep sigh as I stared down at him, tempted to steal another kiss because there was no way that he would ever know, so why not? I looked away sharply before heading down the street deciding the sooner that we got home the better.

'What we both need is a good night's rest,' I thought realizing that it was getting hard to even keep my own eyes open as we passed under the street lamp lights. Kyoya snuggled into my chest when the cold night air blew, making me stop so that I could look down and look at his flushed cheeks and moist lips. 'What kind of test is this god?,' I took a deep breath before slowly walking over to a bench so that I could slowly put Kyoya down, I didn't want to wake him. It was going to be hard to explain that I was carrying him home and decided to put him on a bench so I could rest my arms, and it would be even harder to explain this when he was drunk and delusional. I stopped as I heard the clock tower chime which told me that it was sometime in the early morning which meant that I would once again see dawn. I slowly looked back at Kyoya who was curled up in a small ball because of the cold wind and I would admit that for a moment it was amusing to see the wind blader trying to get away from the wind.

"Oh, Kyoya," I sighed before slowly unzipping my jacket and pausing as I felt the night air hit my chest through my shirt that provided little protection. I smiled as I placed it over him like he was being tucked in by a parent other than the person he kissed yesterday around noon. He moved his head slightly before burying his face into the collar of the warm fabric, he felt safe embraced in my scent. I wished for a moment that he would wake up and allow me to hold him maybe even allow me to kiss him again because I wondered if it was possible to get drunk off someone's lips. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult?," I whispered in a hushed voice as if someone could be watching us as I spoke to myself. Knowing this circus of a town I wouldn't be surprised if some guy was found in the bushes with some popcorn and I telescope, but I wasn't willing to stay around that long. I slowly placed my arms under him, my faced blushed at the feeling of his warm breath against my upper bicep and his hands touched my chest as he held me.

'How could anyone be this tempting while sleeping!?,' I shouted in my thoughts but walked down the street as if it were a war zone instead of just another lane. 'Couldn't he at least snore or something!?,' I shook my head but stopped as I felt him move a little and quickly looked down to be greeted him warm blue eyes that still shone with buzz and sleep. I felt my heart grow rapid while my head pounded as I thought of all that could go wrong in this situation, but I managed to smile. "Benny where are we?," he asked in a small voice as he looked around aimlessly for a moment and my smile faded as the smell of Vodka on his breath once again proved over whelming if anything else. This innocence he had was all fake, induced by the alcohol that he consumed so that he could forget all of his problems and be what he considered normal. Normal... I guess everyone considers normal different because everyone is different and there for no one can be normal, a confusing concept that I didn't have enough time to figure out.

"Almost home Kyoya," I said as he looked up at me with a small smile that made me feel warm inside as I looked down at him. My jacket was up to his neck and I felt him put his hands in the sleeves to warm them, which brought a smile to my face as I felt the small movements. "Benkei," he said in a small voice making me look down at him. "Do you think that I'm attractive?," he asked in a listless tone while his eyes looked around at anything that moved, made a sound, or the light touched something that interest him. I was completely dumbfounded by his question that I almost had to stop walking because I was so shocked at the sudden request. "I mean I don't think that I am bad looking but it doesn't seem to be making a difference," he babbled on and with each word I felt my heart tighten. "I've been single since as long as I allow myself to remember. I mean I don't mind the whole loner thing but it's hard to comfort yourself and even sex gets boring after a while," he sighed before closing his eyes once more.

"Yes, Kyoya I think that you're beautiful," I said honestly, I found no reason to lie because I knew that tonight would be at most a blur when he woke up tomorrow. I looked at this as a chance to get off my chest how I really felt about him because there would be no consequences to my actions this time around. "No, no you're more than that to me. Every time I look at you I have to stop and catch my breath because you take it away. Kyoya I would do anything for you, and I think it is about time you start realizing that because it hurts-," I said as tears stung my eyes as he slowly opened his so that he could look up at me. "It hurts to see you with other men who want nothing from you! I want to protect you, That is the real reason why I've followed you all this time is because I care. You're smart, talented, funny, and I know that somewhere inside you that you are also kind, kind enough to throw all you've worked at to help a snotty red head that you barely even knew," I blinked away a couple of tears but stopped as I felt his fingertips against my lips, making me slowly look down at him.

His eyes shone bright against the street light and the crickets around as sang a song of love, hope, and maybe a little be of ambition for me. His hair was loose in its pony tail because of the long night that we had both faced making a couple strands of that deep green fall over his eyes. "Benkei why haven't you asked me how I feel about you?," he asked making me look away. I didn't want to explain to him that it was because I was afraid that he wouldn't like me because of my anatomy because I didn't want to offend him. On the other hand I didn't want to tell him it was because he sometimes- and by sometimes I mean often- tends to let his mouth get ahead of his concerns for other people's feelings. I let out a small sigh that went horribly well with my burning cheeks and pounding head. "I didn't want to risk our friendship," I eventually said deciding that maybe the full truth would be a little much in the state that he currently was in, a little white lie never hurt anyone anyway. I slowly looked down at him, his blue eyes seemed to lightened because of the street light and his lips glistened with slight moisture.

"Kyoya pal," I whispered, making his eyes flutter as he listened to his name on my lips. "Can I kiss you?," I asked in a hushed tone because I was absolutely breathless as I looked down at him. He slowly moved his hands up my chest, over my broad shoulder, before slowly wrapping his arms around my neck to pull his face up to mine. I have been trying to be able to hold him for years and finally here he was in my arms, but he was drunk so my fantasy was still off. Everything that was happening now would be thrown out of his mind before he woke up in the evening which meant that for a short while he could be mine. "I would be offended if you didn't," he whispered I slowly placed my lips on his, only pricking before pulling back to kiss him again slowly so that he would dig his nails into my shoulders. I closed my eyes as I slowly placed him on his feet so that I could press him against a street lamp, my jacket around his shoulders while his hands pressed against my chest. His lips were warm against mine and his hands were even warmer against my chest, my face heated up as Kyoya slowly kissed back.

"Kyoya," I whispered his name as we slowly pulled back for air and I felt Kyoya's hot breath against my chest as he panted. "Don't you think we are going a little fast?," I asked when in reality I knew that we both have been going to slow for far too long, and I needed much more from him, soon. Yesterday had been the first time we had kissed and now I wanted to do much more than just sleep next to him. My face heated up again at the thought of something as vulgar as the fantasies I have had but thought that I would never play out. I looked at his flushed cheeks, slightly pink lips from my harsh kisses, and the glimmer of excitement that was in his eyes, he wanted me too. "Benkei, I trust you," he said with a small smile that made my heart flutter and I smiled as I grabbed his hand, delighted to see that he was able to walk. His hand was warm against mine, and it frustrated me that we had to walk so slow because I was eager to get back home and collect my prize. If only for today he would be MY Kyoya and mine alone, the thought practically had be bursting with happiness, fear, excitement, nervousness, and a little sadness that Kyoya was drunk and not sober.

"That is all I ever wanted from you Kyoya, your trust," I whispered in his ear before kissing his earlobe, but stopped because I felt his hands drop to his sides away from my shoulders. "Kyoya?," I whispered before slowly pulling back, he looked down to avoid my gaze and I stopped as I looked at his tight fists and white knuckles. "Trust? All you wanted was my trust?," he asked in a strained tone, I slowly pulled my hands away from his hips in fear that he would slap me if I didn't do so, and even worse I wouldn't know what he slapped me for. His slowly put a finger to his lips as he looked up at me with a side smile that reminded me of a serpent by the way his eyes narrowed. My eyes narrowed as I watched him go on to his tippy toes so that he could place his finger against my lips, my body seemed to shiver as I felt his hot breath. "I thought we were going to stop lying to each other," he whispered in a husky voice making pull him close to my chest.

"You're right," I kissed his forehead, dragging my lips down to his cheek, and ended at his ear. "I want much more."

"That's what I thought big guy".