I don't know why there aren't more stories for this incredibly hot pairing.

A certain blond walked up to the door, nervous swear pouring down his face and neck. He did not want to do this, to face that person. But there was only one thing he could do to get his friend out of the dumps, and this was it. Blue eyes peaked from a the cracked open door. Undoing the chain, the door opened, revealing the brunette, the blue button up shirt accenting the sapphire eyes watching him suspiciously.

"I'll get to the point," he sighed, running a hand through honey hair, the locks falling back down exactly the way they had before. "Why did you leave?"

Blue eyes narrowed miserably with a grimace, likely at the lack of tact. "I was getting sick of it all. I'm sure he's better off without me anyway."

The blond's hand twitched angrily, slamming up against the side of the door. "You know that's not true! He hardly even talks anymore. Everyone's worried about him, but we can't do a thing. It's you, only you."

"That's your problem. This has nothing to do with me," the brunette shrugged.

"How can you be so cold?" the blond shouted out. "Didn't you care about him at all?"

Intense ultramarine orbs flamed. "Of course I did!"

"Then why?"

Unbidden, crystalline drops suddenly drew lines down pale cheeks, each one falling to the ground with an unnaturally loud roar as shoulders trembled violently, a failed attempt to stop. "I felt so unimportant. I know I'm busy too... I know, but it seemed as if he had some sort of unsaid obligation to the world. The world, and not me." Arms wrapped around their shoulders, watching how the other gaped. Of course, these tears would be so abnormal to see, but they couldn't be hidden forever.

The gaping stopped, replaced by a serious stare, trying to read the brunette's feelings. "But do you love him?"

A begrudging nod.

"Then, isn't that enough?"

The blues disappeared, eyelashes gently resting on the tear-stained cheeks with another slow nod.

"Then come on," he grabbed an arm gently, bringing the painfully squinting eyes into the first sunlight they'd probably seen since the break-up.

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I shivered, just slightly unnerved in such an empty area with only wood and stone. "Where is he?"

"I'm right here," a hoarse voice answered, stepping into sight. "Tell me," a porcelain hand was laid on the blue fabric on my arm, "Tell me how you truly feel about me," he said in a heartfelt whisper.

"It may be true that he has an obligation to others. He does very important work. But why should that matter? You're more important to him than his cards, than his work... Shouldn't that knowledge be enough?" The blond's words echoed in my mind.

I gulp hard, taking his hand and placing it on my face for the warmth I long for, that I've been pining for. "I," I tremble, unable to say it with a steady voice, "I l-love you. I'm sorry..."

The betrayal in his eyes wrenched my heart, his breath stopped short as he tried to decide whether or not to trust me again. I can't blame him... I feel my collar being tugged at, being pulled into a kiss. The moment our lips touch, a spark ignites and I know, once again, what a mistake I made. Before I know it, his hands are all over me, my hand grasping his head. He places kisses up and down my neck. "Oh, Bonz," I moan. "Tea," he whispers back possessively.

Bandit Keith stood behind a horribly withered tree, his hands clasped together as he watched with giant chibi eyes. "Kawaiiiii!"

Why do I write so many romance parodies? Uh, anyway. I don't know why I wrote this. The beginning is a parody of things that use alot of vagueness and hair color/eye color and stuff. The second part was meant to be about something I always find weird in first person, but that didn't come out too well. And... the pairing went back and forth alot until I decided on this. And I have no idea about Keith :D
No offense meant to anyone!