The moon hung low over the ocean, reflecting off the calm waters. The air was as thick and humid as though breathing through a sponge, but in the hotel suite the air conditioner had been going full blast all day, in preparation to Usagi and Misaki's arrival. Their plane had landed about two hours ago, and it was a miserable hour long wait at customs, followed by an hour long, high speed taxi ride through the ghetto-like streets of Jamaica. Misaki had sat with his face pressed to the window the whole way over, mentally comparing how different the island had looked in brochures and commercials. The Sandals booklets had never mentioned the local police carrying grenade launchers as customary weaponry.

But here they were now, if a little tired from all the travel. Usagi was unpacking their stuff into a giant wardrobe that sat at the foot of the king-sized bed. Misaki stood out on the balcony, looked out over the water and listening to the lizards. The little reptiles seemed invisible, but their loud, high pitched cries indicated that there were millions of them hiding in the jungle.

Finally, Usagi slammed the last drawer shut with a sigh, stood up, and joined Misaki outside. They sat side by side for a minute, letting it sink in that they were finally, officially, on vacation. Then Usagi ruffled Misaki's hair and said,

"Thinking about dinner yet?"

Misaki, secretly surprised that he wasn't immediately dragged off to bed, grinned at the taller man and replied, "Wherever you want to go is fine by me. Oh, but I heard about this Italian-style grille located near the main beach, and...uh.."

Usagi went back inside and pulled on his shoes. "Then lets go."