"I'm still pissed at you." Yukine muttered, trying not to be too awed by the view of the vast ocean in front of them from the bow of the ship, "We could have lost everything."

"But we didn't!" Yato answered cheerfully, stepping up a little higher than Yukine would like, "And now we're on a ship back to Japan!"

The younger boy grimaced before snapping, "Yato—"

"Besides," Yato's voice dropped and Yukine's jaw locked shut in surprise, "What was there to lose, really? We were practically living on the street."

All of the air seemed to escape him as he tried to answer, "That's not—that's not the point." He swallowed, trying to regain enough composure to complete his lecture, "I'm just saying you need to think things through! I mean, yeah, we're on the ship. But if you'd lost, we would have money we could have used for a month or more to eat. You see what I'm saying?" He sighed heavily.

Yato jumped down suddenly, making Yukine's shoulders lurch in surprise. A smile on his lips and his voice soft again, he asked, "I haven't let you down this far, have I?"

Yukine blinked, "No…"

"Then just trust me." He flashed a grin and the boy sighed again.

"Whatever you say."

As they walked back across the deck, they both noticed a man slightly older than Yato smoking a cigarette and dressed to the nines. "Shouldn't you be a bit more careful with your kid? It's kind of dangerous to be on the front of the ship like that." He commented in a low voice.

"He's fine, he's older than he looks; he's just short." Ignoring the glare coming from the fuming teenager, he questioned, "What's with the monkey suit? Seems a bit weird for, uh, common steerage, as they say."

"Oh." The man looked down to his clothes, "Yeah. I'm actually not in steerage, but I'm more comfortable with the people down here. It's stuffy as hell up there, in more ways than one." Tossing his cigarette over the side of the deck, he continued to explain, "My wife and I are sort of new at this whole upper class thing. It's nice to not worry about affording shit, but man. The people are terrible." He held out his hand, "I'm Daikoku, by the way. Daikoku Kanda."

Yato reached out to take his hand, shaking hit, "Yato Ametsuchi, this is Yukine." He motioned towards the younger boy.

"Nice to meet you." He added from Yato's side.

"Nice to meet you, Yato, Yukine." Daikoku gave a genuine smile which the pair returned.

Retracting his hand, Yato gave a bit of a smirk, "The people may suck, but I'm sure at least the food and booze will be great."

"Very true. That is the one thing I can't complain about it."

Daikoku continued talking, but Yato's gaze had been caught by a girl on deck above them. Her brunette hair danced behind her as she rested her elbows on the railing, staring out into the ocean. As he stared, he noticed her expression seemed fairly upset and he couldn't help but find himself wondering what was bothering her.

"Oh, no." Daikoku shook Yato's shoulders, regaining his attention, shoving a finger in his face, "She's the exact kind of person I'm talking about; my wife Kofuku deals with that family all the time. You don't want to even think about it."

Before Yato even had the chance to respond, Yukine answered, "No worries about that, he can't even get a date with a girl on our own level, much less someone like her."

"Can't a guy just look? Jeez." He huffed in response to both of them, stealing a glance again before returning to their conversation.