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Two

Hisagi POV (this is a flashback from Shuuhei's parent meet not soon after Kensei adopts him)

I looked up as the door slammed shut loudly after the pale haired man. Kensei scowled and ran his hand through his carefully arranged hair, messing it up. He shoved the pale blue tie into his dark suit pocket after pulling it off, a string of profanities coming from his mouth. I ducked my head again, feeling tears of nervousness making my eyes wet. The teacher's comments about me were not the best of things and judging from the dark scowl, Kensei was not pleased. I clenched my hands together and blinked to clear my blurring vision. My heart thumped painfully in my chest and I was sure Kensei wouldn't want to keep me anymore. After all, who would want a boy who started fights so frequently? And had trouble keeping up with the normal classes?

"Hey, Shuuhei. Damn it, kid, don't fucking cry on me…" a hand roughly grabbed my head and I stumbled off the low bench. I closed my eyes, waiting for some form of punishment but I only heard a sigh. "Forget what they say about you, kid." He hesitated and the hand rubbed my hair, messing it up. "Look…you're a good kid…I'll transfer you to another school if you want. Don't' fucking cry, ok?"

I glanced up shyly as Kensei crouched down in front of me. A calloused thumb brushed against my wet cheek and a look of affection flickered briefly over his amber eyes quickly as he studied me before he pinched my nose. "No more tears, kid. We can go get your favorite ice-cream after dinner."

He stood up and ignored the teacher's calls as he walked off. I half stumbled half ran after him. And with a sudden strange boldness, I caught up to him and grabbed his hand. Kensei rolled his eyes as I buried my head in his suit but still allowed me to do it. His hand felt warm around mine and I squeezed his fingers gently before muttering a muffled thank you into his clothes. He just snorted and ruffled my hair.

"I can't fucking stand it when you cry, so don't ever do it again."

Present day

Shuuhei sighed as he rinsed off the used wine glasses and set them carefully over the counter. The loud blaring music was so not helping with the headache pounding beneath his skull. He groaned and focused on the boring job. There was half an hour left before he could go home, not that he wanted to go back to Kensei's moody face either. His life was officially fucked up. Shuuhei slammed the clean glasses down and turned at the sound of a small bell. He looked up with a bored expression and froze. There was a man ringing the small fancy golden bell at the bar table but that wasn't what he was focused on. Instead, Shuuhei's brown eyes widened in shock as he noticed the white haired man in the doorway.

Kensei was in the fucking bar.

The teen ducked behind the counter before the man could turn to see him and considered crawling out of the booth, safely hidden under the tall counter, but at that moment, the other boy on shift came around the corner and Shuuhei acted. He grabbed the poor kid before he could squeak and pressed a palm over his mouth.

"Look, let's change shifts for thirty minutes, I'll fill in for you later. Please, there's someone here I really don't want to meet." He whispered urgently and the boy nodded dumbly as Shuuhei let go with a groan of relief. He crouched low and rushed to the back of the bar. For a few moments Shuuhei paced in the small space and thought furiously. He could escape right now but his curiosity was taking the better of him and he was curious as to why Kensei was here. But then they always did say curiosity killed the cat.

He took a deep breath and stood on his tip toes and peeked out from the shelves of liquor. Kensei was tapping his foot and glancing at his watch with a dark look. He was dressed in a sleazy suit and had his hair carefully arranged. Then another man walked into the bar. Shuuhei knew instantly Kensei had been waiting for him as the pale haired man followed him inside swiftly and sat down casually next to the dark haired man by the counter. Then a small good natured smile slipped over Kensei's face and he leaned over.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked in a charming voice. The handsome dark haired man raised a slender eyebrow and stared at him with amusement.

"Well, if you insist." He replied smoothly with an equally charming smile.

Shuuhei rolled his eyes. Great job Kensei, now you have everyone's eyes on you. He sighed and slumped back against the wall, putting his hands in his lap. Now he wished he hadn't decided to check on the man. it was obviously hurting him that Kensei was smiling at another man with such ease when he wouldn't even look at Shuuhei without scowling. He forced himself up and pulled off the thick black apron and the white shirt before pulling on his own clothes. Somewhere along the furious pulling of clothes, his eyes had gone blurry from all the angry tears. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Kensei hated him and didn't find the rest of the male population disgusting.

Shuuhei took a few shaky gulps of air before he wiped his face harshly. Then he turned to the small opening and took one last glance. The man had his hand placed gently on Kensei's back and both were laughing like long lost friends. The distance between them was definitely intruding in Kensei's private bubble but he didn't seem to care when this man was doing it. Shuuhei had to admit he himself wasn't the best looking kid in the world but Kensei didn't have to shove him away when he got a bit closer.

Shuuhei gave the tall shelf a soft kick and glowered as he turned to go. Then the sound of something shattering greeted his ears and he froze. A bottle had dropped from its original place from the shelf and crashed to the ground. He rushed to it and frantically tried to pick up the pieces, not caring that they sliced through his fingers. The sound of the other bartender's voice rang out in the suddenly silent bar.

"Shuuhei, are you alright back there?" he asked and Shuuhei would have shot himself right there and then if he had a pistol. His feet were rooted to the ground as the boy came rushing back and saw the pieces of broken glass and Shuuhei's bloody fingers. The boy gasped and grabbed his hand, dragging Shuuhei bodily from the back storage rooms and into the serving room. Shuuhei would have burst out laughing when he saw the shocked expression on Kensei's face if he hadn't been feeling so scared at the moment.

Kensei looked like some one had kicked in the balls. Hard.

Then the man's jaw clicked shut with an audible sound and his eyes hardened. Then the next moment Kensei had the man next to him pinned down on the counter and was struggling to put cuffs on him. The sound of a gunshot rang through the large room and the boy next to Shuuhei squealed in fear and ducked his head. The black haired teen could only stare as six men dressed in dark suits stood up and one shouted to the crowd to calm down. Kensei turned to shout orders and the man underneath him took the chance and punched him in the jaw. He watched in horror as his guardian stumbled back with a loud string of curses.

Oh so Kensei was doing undercover work. Great.

On one hand, Shuuhei felt relieved that the friendly act was fake but on the other hand he knew Kensei was going to blame him for breaking his cover and distracting him. Shuuhei cringed. And finding out that he had been working in a bar in his free time.

Then the man made a move and pulled the boy next to Kensei up roughly and pressed a gun to his temple. Kensei went rigid. Shuuhei's breath caught in his throat as the man took a few steps back, keeping his eyes on Kensei.

"Take one more step closer and I will pull the trigger. Drop the gun." He said smoothly.

The boy whimpered and Kensei nodded slowly and held up his hands slowly and bent down to drop the gun. The other officers stiffened behind him and Kensei motioned for them to back off.

Shuuhei was frozen in his steps. The man smiled smoothly and raised the gun. The sound of a gunshot rang out in the silent room, followed by a symphony of frightened wailing. Shuuhei stared in horror as Kensei's left shoulder exploded in a shower of blood. The pale haired man swore and gasped in pain, jerking back a few steps by the force of the shot. And suddenly Shuuhei didn't feel fear anymore. Instead, he felt a blinding rage take over his mind. No one hurt Kensei and got away with it. Not on his watch.

Before his mind could catch up to what he was doing, the teen grabbed a silver plate and slammed the thing over the man's head. There was a loud hollow clang and the man's knees buckled as he slid to the floor. Shuuhei wiped his bloody fingers and ignored the burning pain in his hands as he pulled his smaller coworker upright. The boy trembled as he grabbed Shuuhei's shirt. For a moment, everyone was silent and Shuuhei dared look up to meet Kensei's eyes. The man was the first to look away.

"Ok, every one of you fuckers stay still!" Kensei's pissed off roar made the huddled people shake even harder and Shuuhei almost wished he could run out the door right there and then but the two police officers at the entrance didn't look very friendly. He gulped and made a move to go back into the storage room but one dark glare from Kensei stopped him and Shuuhei ducked his head.

Then everything progressed faster than Shuuhei could comprehend. A few men tried to struggle when the other cops cuffed them and one managed to swing an empty beer bottle at the man. But soon the other cops arrived in their flashing cars and they escorted the cuffed ones into the cars before driving off. Then an ambulance came and the people in white started examining the unlucky officer who had been knocked out by the beer bottle. Kensei refused the doctor's worried wordsand pushed his way through the crowd.

Shuuhei hadn't moved from his spot by the counter. The boy's eyes were vacant as he leaned the thick silver plate, trying to rub the blood off the thing and succeeding in smearing more onto it.

Shuuhei jerked out of his trance when a hand roughly smacked him on the back of the head. His eyes watered as he cradled his head, bloody fingers shaking slightly from fright.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING HERE?" Kensei's voice was deafening in the silent room and Shuuhei ducked his head awkwardly.

"YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN KILLED! WHAT IF HE HAD GRABBED YOU INSTEAD OF THAT BOY?!" Shuuhei's eyes widened as he stared at Kensei's furious face. The man's shoulder was bleeding, staining the white dress shirt crimson.

"He did a good job, Kensei. You can't deny that." A lazy drawl sounded to Shuuhei's right and he turned to see his guardian's partner saunter over. Shinji gave both men a sleazy smile as he sidled over. Shinji patted Shuuhei's shoulder, not caring about personal space at all. Kensei's jaw clenched as he yanked the teen away from the annoying man and behind him. His good arm hurt from the action and he grimaced.

"He could have gotten hurt." Kensei grounded out through clenched teeth and grabbed a fistful of Shuuhei's shirt before pulling him close. Their noses bumped together.

"You're so dead when we get back to the apartment. Think of a way to plan your own funeral." He hissed and let go. Shuuhei gulped. Kensei turned and walked off. "Get over here and let the doc take a look at your fingers."

"What's the point of examining my fingers if I'm going to get killed anyway?" The teen grumbled as he followed. Kensei refused to go to the hospital when they said the hot hadn't broken any bones. Shuuhei watched in fascination as the bandages were wrapped around his fingers and the woman smiled reassuringly at him.

"Hell no, I ain't gonna let you pull out the fucking bullet! OWW! Mashiro nooooooo…." Kensei's howl of pain made the nurse next to Shuuhei jump in fright. Then the world was silent. Mashiro whistled cheerfully as she stepped out of the ambulance, wiping at her bloody fingers. The woman was kensei's secretary and a very scary thing indeed. After all, she was Kensei's worst nightmare.

A conclusion clicked into place in Shuuhei's head. Yep, Mashiro definitely maimed Kensei. A few moment's later, his pale faced guardian practically crawled out of the ambulance. His face was a pasty white and he was shaking slightly, a thick bandage wrapped around his shoulder.

"That demon…"

Shinji offered to drive them back when the doctors grudgingly let Kensei go. A few minutes later, they were back at the apartment and Shuuhei felt like he was about to drop dead on his feet. His eyelids were heavy and he could hardly keep from yawning.

Kensei unlocked the door and they both slipped in side after saying goodbye to Shinji. Shuuhei stifled another yawn as he sat down on the couch. He braced himself and waited for Kensei's shouting but it never came.

Instead, the man sighed as he shifted a hand through his pale hair and focused his eyes on Shuuhei. He wanted to shout and hug the kid sitting innocently on the couch, fighting off the urge to sleep and he wanted to say how relieved he was that Shuuhei hadn't been the one who had been held at gun point. He wanted to tell Shuuhei how proud he had been when the boy hadn't even lost his cool in such a situation. He wanted to…

Instead, Kensei just turned and climbed the stairs to his room. He could feel the boy's confused eyes on him from behind. Kensei sighed softly and turned around.

"We'll talk about this in the morning."

"Are you sure your shoulder's going to be ok?" Shuuhei asked tentatively Kensei didn't reply. "Well, good night, Kensei."

He ignored Shuuhei's words and slammed the door to his bedroom and sighed as he pressed his forehead against the door.

"Yeah, good night to you too…"

Aww...he's such a softy inside! Review! =)