Kyoya wasn't afraid of anything it seemed because we have faced almost everything a human man could think was possible. We've traveled through deserts, swam what felt like oceans, and we have traveled with some of the most unworthy and unreliable people on this side of the planet. Kyoya didn't flinch at anything even when we once jumped out of an airplane which confirmed my suspicion that either he was broken or he didn't understand the meaning of gear malfunctions. Kyoya also didn't panic when we were going down in a giant airship that was sure to blow up when it hit the ground it was hurtling towards. The man is a complete lunatic or at least I had to assume something along those lines. I however was afraid of many things, and I honestly had no shame in that fact because I made up for the fears that Kyoya seemed in inhumanly lack. I was afraid of snakes, heights, bees- oh god I hate bees!, failure, bad sushi, an empty fridge, and loosing Kyoya, other than that I should be okay. Should that is always the word there that gets me because I'm probably going to end up backing off anyway because I value my life, a little.

I walked down the street with a thing of bread under my arm like I had done every day since we moved here because for some reason it keeps ending up missing. Kyoya insist that he didn't eat it and honestly I don't think that he was able to eat a whole loaf of French bread in one day with nothing on it. I know that I didn't do it even though Kyoya keeps pointing the finger back to me, because oh so typical blame the big guy in the room. It drove me up a wall because I had to keep buying it with my money while Kyoya used his share on trying to find us a cheap pair of tickets for our next trip. We didn't know to where in till we saw the prices and the cheapest tickets would be where we were heading next on our training adventure. "I hope that this doesn't go missing too," I whispered as people past me looking at me like I was nuts because I was talking to a loaf of freshly made bread that was still warm. "Maybe I should move it up higher to where Kyoya can't reach? Would that honestly make a difference?," I shook my head knowing that even if it was Kyoya and he moved it Kyoya would probably still find it and continue on his weird bread streak.

If he was doing anything he was robbing me blind without even really lifting a finger. I sighed as I looked at the tattered old brick buildings that had been there since anyone could remember without looking it up on Google first. Many were missing roofs and the few that still had one were covered in thick poison ivy which made me itch by just looking at it for too long. The yards were over ran by crab grass and dandelions that made it look like a wild dog could jump out and maul you if you got to close. The doors were always slightly cracked because of the broken hinges that by now must've been too far gone for anyone in town to be able to fix. The fence was a faded white color and a few had strands of poison ivy that wrapped around it like a python to its prey. It amazed me that they hadn't had the buildings demolished to build a new mall or something, but this place was dirt poor so that could have something to do with it. The hotel we were staying at wasn't very far from these buildings that blocked most of the streetlamp light making it uncomfortably dark in our room. Then again Kyoya always slept fine so I guess I shouldn't be complaining at all because he could be in a foul mood.

I shook my head as I heard a growl in the distance and looked up at the pale grey sky that was slowly turning darker which told me that we would be getting rain. I sighed as I realized that meant that we wouldn't be going anywhere today because Kyoya hated rain because he didn't like to get wet if he could avoid it. Usually when it rained he would go into his room for the day, making sure to lock the door and wouldn't come out in till it was over or he had to get something urgently. It didn't bug me that Kyoya didn't like the rain but it did bug me that he would never let me into his room during the time which meant I would be alone all day. I could call Gingka but I knew that he didn't really like me because he was jealous of me and Kyoya's close relationship when he was labeled a rival within the first few minutes of their introductions. I could message Kenta but for some reason that loveable brat I loved also didn't seem appealing probably because he was the only one I told about what was going on between me and Kyoya. Pretty pathetic, Huh? My personal therapist just happens to be an eight year old who had big dreams that may be a little too big for that small body of his.

The only other person I had left was Madoca and I defiantly didn't want to talk to her because me and Kyoya had accidently forgot a bey appointment and she had to have been mad about that. I sighed again as I heard some more thunder in the distance deciding that it would be best if I just sat around with my laptop playing games and talking to some old friends from when me and Kyoya were in the Face Hunters. Most of them had retired to go and pursue average jobs while others still lived in a life of crime that they blamed mostly on Kyoya even though I was the one who started the group. I turned a corner and stopped as I felt something wet hit my cheek, I slowly looked up at the sky and another drop fell on my head. 'Great, just what I needed to make this day even better,' I thought as I began running towards the house only to be caught in a down pour before I was even half way there. My clothes stuck to my skin while my hair flattened against my skull because the rain soaked through my bandanna leaving my poor hair venerable. I tucked the bed inside my jacket so it wouldn't get wet hugging it close to my chest delighted that it was still a little warm.

I stood panting at the door as rain drops slid down my cheeks to drip down my chin. My clothes were in desperate need of changing and the worse part was I could feel it slowly sinking through to my underwear. I opened the door before slowly walking in, being sure to close it silently behind me so I didn't wake up any of our neighbors or worse the manager. There were two halls that had exactly twelve wooden doors on each side that had their neighbors written in faded black or green sharpie. In the middle of the two halls was a staircase that lead to the nicer rooms, which was where me and Kyoya were staying till the end of the week. The staircase was made of old wood that didn't look safe to walk on and that was because it truly wasn't. To cover up the rotting color they used old red rugs that once to me looked like they should've been table cloths that were not stabled to the staircase carelessly. One wrong step you could fall through to the basement where more than likely someone had died of some cause or another. It amazed me that this place passed safety regulations but then again they could've somehow avoid it, for this long at least.

I hated walking up these steps because they made me feel very uncomfortable. I slowly placed my foot on the first step flinching a little when I heard it scream out against the slight pressure I put on it. 'My kingdom for an elevator,' I thought before slowly stepping up, waiting a few moments to see if I would fall to my death, then stand up straight and sigh in relief. I continued with this same pattern in till I finally reached the top which lead to a decorated hall that could've been a completely different building. The floor was covered in bright red carpet while the walls and ceiling were made of a golden marble that shone your reflection as you walked. Vases and portraits cluttered the walk way while mirrors hung next to every other door which at times got a little annoying, because it made light shine into your eyes. Me and Kyoya were staying in room 203 which was next door to some lunatic with a guitar that I hadn't seen leave his room since the day we arrived here. I stopped as I heard another loud crash of thunder which made the floor shake a little and I would admit that it made me a little nervous but not enough to cause too much alarm.

"I better hurry up because Kyoya is probably waiting for me," I said in a small voice so that no one could hear me even if they were eavesdropping, since people over here seemed to be capable of being that creepy. I stopped in front of our room door looking at the poorly done 203 that was written on the door. I jumped as thunder shook the floor, which only made me go fast to find the small silver room key that seemed to be lost in the abyss of my pockets. I slowly put the key in and turned it to see our small apartment that had a main bed, a bathroom, and a small kitchen that didn't even have a microwave let alone an actual stove. We got all our water from the sink in the bathroom and we ate mostly bread and jam and jam and bread, completely different honest. I slowly closed the door behind me and threw the key on to the small desk that had my laptop on it that had been neglected and still full of my personal problems. I slowly opened another small door that lead to the kitchen that was legitimately a small cabinet, a drawer, and a sink that didn't work half the time and when it did the water came out red or orange.

This was one of the better rooms which meant that the ones bellow us had to be twice as bad as this one. I slowly opened the cabinet that screeched when I opened it because of the hinges that neither Kyoya nor I had any clue how to fix. When I looked it up on Google they kept trying to sell me another cabinet so I simply stopped searching and told Kyoya I was still working on it, and eventually he let it drop. I slowly put the bread in and starred at the cabinet door bracing myself to have to close it again because I hated the sound more than I could express. I jumped as thunder once again shook the building and the power went out leaving me blind because there were no windows to speak of at the moment. I felt around slowly, keeping aware that some where we had a bread knife that could easily cut my finger off which alone was enough to scare me into just staying still. I slowly felt around and was relieved when I felt the small knob for the drawer so I could light a candle and spread some light on this situation.

"Alright," I whispered to myself as I held the candle in my hand feeling the protective glass which gave me a small sense of hope, something I thought I had ran out of long ago. I struck a match against my heel before slowly lighting the candle which surrounded me in a warm orange light which made my life a whole lot easier. "Hopefully the power comes back on soon," I whispered looking at the cabinet door before slamming it shut so that it wouldn't be as loud, and that was when it hit me. I stood there completely dumbfounded on how I could've forgotten him so easily. "Kyoya!," I called as I slowly walked into the other room holding the candle up so that I could see a little more than the little light outside provided. "Where are you Kyoya!?," I yelled again as nerves filled my throat and my heart pounded in my chest with newly found worry for the person I couldn't help but adore. Kyoya never left when it rained and even if he did leave he didn't really have a reason for doing so which was also odd.

I slowly turned to see the bathroom door was closed which only left one logical conclusion; Kyoya had to be in there or he was in trouble. Kyoya always hid in his room when it rained but since he wasn't in his own house anymore he must've found the bathroom to be a suitable replacement. "Kyoya," I called but after a few moments I knew that I wasn't going to receive an answer, and I was even more surprised to find that the door was unlocked. If he had wanted me out so badly then he surely would have locked the door before going into his hiding spot to avoid all human contact. "Kyoya are you in there?," I asked as I slowly pushed open the door to revel another dark room before I slowly waved my candle back and forth to look around, and was surprised to find it empty. Another thing of thunder shook the house and I heard a gasp that made me jump because it had surprised me more than the thunder. "Kyoya?," I called again questionably as I looked around before slowly stopping at the shower curtains that had been pulled back in order to block the view of the tub.

I slowly pulled them back and was greeted with what I had least expected to find. "Kyoya," I said his name sternly as making him slowly look up at me so that our eyes could connect tenser than they ever have before. His cheeks glistened with tears that had fallen and tears still lingered in his eyes making them glistened against the candle light and his cheeks were slightly flushed. He was hugging his knees which were wet and that told me that he had been crying more than he was now as I looked into his eyes. I didn't think that it was possible for his tan skin to ever be pale, but as he looked up at me he looked like paper if anything else. In his shy blue eyes I saw a mixture that seemed new to both me and Kyoya, a mixture of shame and fear, he was ashamed of being afraid. "Kyoya why didn't you tell me?," I asked as he buried his face back into his knees trying to hide from his newly found shame. I sighed, before slowly climbing in so that I could sit along-side him having to squeeze my legs to my chest in order for us both to fit.

I slowly wrapped my arm around him half expecting for him to push me away or worse slap me for trying to show affection that he seemed to hate so much. I felt him tense but slowly relax leaning into my embrace with his eyes firmly closed, which made my heart skip beats as I watched him. I held him closer than I have ever been allowed to before and that gave me hope that dreams of us could possibly come true. "Benkei can you do me a favor?," he asked and I looked down at him to stare into those blue eyes that could peel away any wall that you could try to pull up. Kyoya had always been the type of person to read people but people could never read him because he made sure to give everyone a different ending. "Anything for you," I whispered as my throat tightened as he looked away back at the candle that I had set in front of us so that it would light our faces. Kyoya looked beautiful in the candle light, me... well there wasn't much that you could do for me. "Don't tell anyone about this," he said in a stern tone as my smile faded because of slight disappointment but he seemed to relax before another thing of thunder.

"Here," I said getting on my knees before pulling him to my chest, my hands around his hips that seemed to fit perfectly in my grasp. He tensed up and put his hands on my chest like he was going to push away being sure to dig his nails into my skin so that he could push away. After a few moments he relaxed in my arms which both pleased me and frightened me at this point. I was pleased because I had always wanted to do something like this, and I was frightened because I didn't think that I would make it this far. "You're warm Hawana," he mumbled through his hand that he had balled up and held to his mouth like a small child. I looked down at him and smiled as his eyes fluttered closed while he began to relax in my embrace. "Well You're freezing," I said laughing while he laid there in my arms completely silent, I cleared my throat hoping that he wouldn't comment on my bad attempt to lighten the mood.

"You're an idiot sometimes," he mumbled but didn't pull away which made my cheeks turn a dark shade of red and I couldn't have been more grateful that the power was out. It made me happy that he didn't want to pull away from me, and he was happy laying in my arms. I guess that is something else that I could add on to my list of fears... admitting my feelings in never fun either. 'I wish Kyoya could read my thoughts' I sighed at the thought before holding Kyoya to my chest wishing that this storm would never end so that he could stay where he was forever. In my arms, alone in the dark, and whispering to me in an innocent voice I didn't know he could have.

Oh, if only storms didn't have rainbows after them.

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