So tired of laughing, been laughing every day it's good for the system too, good for stress relieving. So I'm only making these new one shots from requests so I don't know if I should make sequels on them or not and go ahead and bash me about these stories cause I'm coming back to full strength of story making and since I'm sort of close to my desired DREAM. HELP would be nice, comment on the certain parts of a story. FEEDBACK. Other than that, have fun reading!

The tall tail(Made a funny XD): So, Kio is a 24 year old college student, working toward being a fabulous art therapist. He's already got his skill for talking with people and helping to solve another person's problems. But what happens when fate decides to bring him and a high school drop out, Ritsuka, together?

Warning: Coarse language, explicit scenes. R M for maturity.

Don't own the anime or the manga.

Kio's PoV~

I thank the lords for blessing my brain to get me as far as I've come. I noticed there is still lots to do in my kind of line of work. After College I'll have to pray to get into the University I am hoping for. My phone began to vibrate against my leg as I had just finished my last class for the day. My heart jumped for joy as I realized it was a message from my Facebook stating that my new friend had confirmed our friendship and had already sent me a message. I should introduce myself, I am Kio Kaido, top of my class so far but one rival, Soubi Agatsuma. His artwork is tremendous but he's got a very awful personality and I'm thinking he just hasn't come out of the closet yet if you catch my drift.

I said my goodbyes to my College teacher and went about my business to respond to my message on Facebook. My friend went by the name of Ritsuka Aoyagi. We had met online a few weeks ago on another site and I asked if he had a Facebook and he said yeah and I asked to be his friend. When we met on the other site those two weeks ago, I told him I was gay and was surprised he wanted to be my friend. The message asked for me to see him tonight in the park. He hadn't told me much about himself except the fact that he was an 18 year old, high school drop out. In those words I felt the need to try doing something. Maybe my art could give him a bit of hope or so I thought until I met him face-to-face that night.

Normal PoV~

Ritsuka Aoyagi was a sight to behold. His face was patched by several bandages and his ears had not gone away, proving he had not had done 'anything' with another person yet. His eyes had dark circles around them and his clothes showed Kio that he was obviously into rock and heavy metal music. He wore tight jeans that hung a bit off his skinny legs. He was almost as tall as Kio. His hair was black as the night itself and his wrists showed obvious signs of damage for bandages to be wrapped around them. Kio stared at Ritsuka with a bit of empathy and he began to feel a blush coming on. He was gay and knew it might make his friend feel uncomfortable so he tried to put on a calm and cool act.

"Let's get something to eat. My treat." Kio was sure this small chat would bring something nice.

"Do you do this with all your friends? Or is it just you being nice?" Rituka's remark was cruel and straightforward. Kio took the challenge.

"I do this with all my friends so don't think for one second you're special. So, you're 18 and you...haven't gotten rid of your ears." At these small and unattractable words, Rituka's mood seemed to change a bit.

"I-I'm waiting for the right person, get off my back and let's eat!" Kio blushed as the young adult walked away with his hands in his ripped, jean pockets.

They walked side-by-side like a couple without Ritsuka noticing that they had been walking like that the entire time. Kio was slightly taller than Ritsuka but was feeling a lot shorter.

"So...do you work?"

"No." Kio liked that he was short and plain with answers but felt a bit of a big wall between them.

"Did you try trying out for job offers or odd jobs, stuff like that?"

"No and why do you even care?" Kio began to get hot tempered.

"Well I was just trying to make conversation and besides, it's my job to care. I'm trying to get my position as an art therapist."

"Therapist huh? You sure have big hopes." Kio could feel the conversation going somewhere and tried again.

"How do you...live?" It was a hard question to ask the young man but Kio had to know, he wanted to know.

"I live with my brother. He's been the one to provide for me for so long. I'm...trying to find a way to pay him back." Kio felt an honest answer and smiled at his success.

"Sorry for asking but have you found something you wanted to do?"

"Not exactly. I think...I'd prefer to live on the streets then with my brother. It has a bit more freedom and I won't have to pay him back afterward."

"You're not one of those...kind of guys, are you?"

"I'm not a druggie I- never mind and let's just stop somewhere." Kio stopped in front of an art shop that he liked to go to on his days off of school and stared at Ritsuka with demanding eyes.

"For a few minutes and maybe if possible can we eat later? I'm starving!" Kio hurried into the art supply shop and began to browse around. Ritsuka fancied himself to looking at the marvelous paintings that hung nicely above different art equipment and gazed at one painting in particular.

A woman with no face was staring out a large window with a bird flying by. The wind was painted to show the woman's hair blowing in the breeze that came in, her hands looked as though she were holding something. A bundle of blankets. A baby. Rituska could not take his eyes off of the painting and he found himself glued to the spot.

Kio rounded the corner of the shelf and saw Ritsuka staring at the painting with deep eyes that looked as though he were about to cry. Feeling sorry for him, Kio pulled his wallet out and took the painting from out of Ritsuka's view. Ritsuka followed the painting with his eyes and followed Kio to the desk where Kio paid for it.

Ritsuka followed the painting until it was wrapped tightly in a bag and away of his view. He put a hand to his head and closed his eyes once they were outside and sitting on a park bench.

"You like this painting?" Kio had been taught on what sort of emotions he had to look for as he would be seeing it every day if he was to ever achieve his goal.

"Yeah." Kio's eyes saddened a bit as he stared at Ritsuka's wondering face. Ritsuka was staring up at the starry sky and looked to be a man without emotions.

"Ritsuka. Do you...abuse yourself?"

"Why do you ask?" Ritsuka was now pulling on a mask.

"Well, for starters you've told me you don't work and your brother sounds like a nice guy to begin with and...you have so many bandages on you. And I can highly doubt you fall too many times." For once Ritsuka was stunned and had no comment.

"Does this painting have bad memories?" Ritsuka looked taken aback and he shook his head forcefully.

"You seemed oddly interested in it."

"GOD. WHY DO YOU CARE? I HATE THAT PAINTING AND I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE HER FACE AGAIN!" Ritsuka gritted his teeth and looked to see if anyone was overhearing the loud conversation.

"Who is the woman in the painting, Ritsuka?" The young man sat back down with a THUD.

"She...reminds me of my mother."

"Did she...beat you?" Kio resented what he was asking but was forcing himself to ask. He needed to know in order to help.

"It was a long time ago, I should get going." Ritsuka got back up and proceeded to leave the park grounds but felt his hand being pulled back by the older man and before he knew it, he was falling back onto the man's lap.

Ritsuka could feel Kio's wet lips smothered against his own and saw that Kio's eyes were closed. As dirty as Ritsuka thought it was to kiss another man, he found it oddly reassuring and let the man slip his tongue in between his lips, letting him feel his own tongue.

Kio and Ritsuka broke apart to catch their breath and Kio could feel Ritsuka's hands shaking against his sweater. Kio went to grab Ritsuka's hands but Ritsuka slapped the hand away and slapped Kio in the face, leaving a red hand mark on his face.

"You...You BASTARD! You tricked me into doing that didn't you?!"

"Wait just a minute, you didn't refuse it." Kio winked at Ritsuka and licked his lips.

"Before I go, I'm taking this painting with me. I won't say 'I'll never speak to you again' cause it will be childish. What I'm trying to say is...thanks for such an interesting night." Kio smirked and watched on as Ritsuka's face grew red.

"I would love to have the pleasure of seeing you again, Ritsuka. I hope you'll find the painting as a memory charm of me." Kio got up and kissed the side of Ritsuka's face.

Ritsuka's tail swished about in excitement as his ears went flat. Kio couldn't believe the power he was feeling of achieving something that night. Perhaps he had found his actual soul mate or even just a boyfriend. But what about this young man's mother? Was this woman alive or a dead memory of Ritsuka's? Kio felt sad for him as he left to go his separate way.

'Ritsuka...such a fascinating young man.' Kio thought to himself as he found his way back to his College.

A/n: So how was it? Hoping for feed back def. going to be another chapter for tomorrow and about the whole Kio and the art therapist thing I was always interested in what Kio did for a living other then being a student and doing just art so I put him in a certain type.