A/N: I know, I know. It's been a looong time. But! Graduating year sucks :P And it's rushed, so forgive for any mistakes and such...


He woke up, his body throbbing with pain. It was pitch black; he could see no lights anywhere, and for a moment he wondered where he was. Slowly, he crawled forwards, painfully slow, not knowing where he was heading but feeling the urge to move.

He didn't know how long he was crawling, but soon, he could move his aching body no more. He finally gave up and slumped to the ground, eyes closing and falling into a deep sleep.

Shishido ruffled his short brown hair wearily, and stumbled out of the bus. It was already late, and he was lucky to have caught that last bus.

He rolled his eyes as he remembered leaving his drunken friends behind. They had insisted he stay and get drunk; even Mukahi, whom he always bickered with, said slurring, "Cooome oon, Shish'do. Don't be'a sspoilssport," as he downed another shot of tequila. He had to remind them that he had work to attend to the next day, and he had to resist the urge to punch Atobe's smug face as he smirked and said, "Too bad." The bastard. Not everybody owned a group of companies like he did where you could order just about anybody to do their work for you, and he had to rub it in his face.

Oh well. At least Hiyoshi had agreed with him. But then again, the guy didn't like to drink and party in the first place, so of course he would. It was only because of Oshitari's threats that he was forced to go to that little get-together after quite a while of not seeing each other. Or rather, after a while of them not seeing Hiysohi and Shishido. They were always the ones who didn't go to the parties their friends held.

Shishido sighed. Two shots weren't that bad and would probably not turn into hangover the next day, but he really didn't like drinking much. Especially having a bastard as a boss who pointed out every little mistake or flaw he saw, he really preferred not having drunk at all.

No use crying over spilled milk, though.

He rounded the last corner to his street, feet moving a little faster. He needed to sleep if he didn't want his boss' wrath directed at him.

When he was a few meters away from his home, he noticed a big lump just outside his door. He hesitated, a little wary. What was that? He took small, deliberate steps towards the thing, and when he was near enough, his eyes took in the form of a man about his age. Naked. Slumped outside his door.

What the fuck?

He stepped closer, not believing his eyes. It was suspicious; a naked guy suddenly by your own home, and who knows if he was dead or if it was a kind of modus operandi, or something, but strangely, Shishido didn't feel afraid. In fact, he felt a pull in him, a need to protect this stranger.

Trusting his instincts, he touched two fingers to the man's neck, feeling for a pulse. When he did find it, he shook him first, and when the stranger still wouldn't wake up, he gingerly pulled the man up. The stranger was heavy, but Shishido managed.

Taking his keys from his pocket, Shishido slid them into the knob and opened the door to his flat. Without opening the lights, he walked into the building, knowing where everything was placed and was able to avoid bumping into the furniture. He settled the man down on the couch, and proceeded to turn the lights on.

He went to his bedroom, took a shirt and a pair of pants, and wet a face towel to clean the guy up. Going back to the living room, he then wiped the stranger clean as much as he possibly could, and dressed him. The clothes were a little bit too short for the guy, but it would do.

As soon as he was finished, he took a good look at the stranger that he had helped. The man had a handsome face, a fair complexion, and wavy silver hair. He had broad shoulders and had firm muscles. And, with his sleeping face, he seemed almost innocent, as if he was a person who couldn't hurt a fly.

Shishido gazed at him, wondering what on earth he was doing slumped outside his flat, and naked, on top of that. And he didn't even seem hurt, so it was unlikely that he was mugged. He wanted to ask the sleeping man a lot of questions.

After a few moments of watching the stranger sleep, Shishido stoop up, figuring that he could ask questions tomorrow. He needed his sleep, too.