Ken couldn't stand it. He didn't know what it was that made him feel this way, but he always seems to be fidgety around Chrome. It was something about her that made her different from other girls, but he didn't know what.

'What are you going to do?' asked Chikusa '…are you planning on confessing to her any soon?'

Ken growled 'Che, of course not! I don't even like her, I mean, she's such a bother to look after, and she's so weak.' Ken slumped down onto the old and dirty couch. 'The only time Chrome is useful is when she contacts Mukuro.

Chikusa sighed. It was so obvious that Ken had feelings for her, but why doesn't he admit it? 'You just don't have the guts to do it.' Chikusa insulted.

'Hey! It's none of your business, so stay out of it! I don't need you telling me what I have to do.' The blonde remarked.

'You're choice..' Chikusa muttered as he shook his head.

After a few minutes of utter silence between the two boys, the door in the Kokuyo hideout sounded, revealing a young petite purple-haired girl standing at the entrance, wearing the Kokuyo uniform holding three plastic bags.

'Sorry for the wait, there were a lot of people who were at the grocery store, and there was only one person working at the checkout counter.' Chrome apologised, an uncomfortable look shifting onto her face.

'You should be sorry! It's been so long since you went, my stomach was already grumbling by the time you left!' Ken snatched the bags out of Chrome's hand, as he started searched inside the bag for the banana milk he asked her to buy.

'..Sorry Ken… I really did try my best, I promise to do a better job next time.' Chrome whimpered as she started tearing up.

Chikusa shook his head, appalled by the way by the Ken treated the girl. 'Ken, apologise to her. You manners were terrible, at least say a thank you to show your gratitude.' ordered Chikusa, while gently comforting Chrome.

'Idiot, why would I apologise to her? I waited so long for my banana milk, and she only bought one carton when I asked for two.' He winged.

They sat down on the worn-out couch, as they opened packages of sweets and drinks. Halfway throughout the meal, a comment was made.

'I met Varia's storm guardian on the way back today.' Chrome said in her soft, vulnerable voice. 'He asked me to meet him tomorrow 11:30 in the morning at the Nanimori shopping market. He said it was a date.'