Note: Sorry for the last chapter it wasn't good and there were some mistakes when I was reviewing it… Anyways, thank you for those who have favorite/ followed/ reviewed! I am so sorry for the long wait. I have been really busy lately. There are some…uh… warnings I guess you can call them. I will not say but be prepared! So here is Chapter 2 I guess.

I slipped my black hood on and knocked on my neighbor's door. It was nine o'clock at night. I heard him come in around a quarter past eight; the door could be heard slammed shut. Wanting him to get settled in, I waited just a while in order to ask him the question I had been dying to ask. I peeked back over my shoulder to make sure I had counted correctly. Four…Five…Six…Seven…

The door that connected both of our apartments and how often we talked made it seem as though we were roommates. Living on the highest floor, it was a breathtaking view over the thousands of buildings that were scattered around New York. Despite the daily conversations, I did not want him to know of my identity. Being a celebrity and all, I couldn't just have him blow my cover of where I lived. What if he was a huge fan and didn't want to let me go anywhere? All in all, if I revealed my face, it could cause a lot of problems.

The game. That was the game we played. Each of us had to wear our hoods so both of us didn't know who was what. Saying this, we didn't even share our real names. Black. That is what I called him. His favorite color. Black. It was odd, but understandable. Mine was the typical blue. A bright turquoise, blue (munsell), cyan, cyan (process), and many more but NOTHING along the lines of dark blue.

Suddenly, the door ripped open, catching me by surprise and sending me off balance. The thing is, I was actually leaning against the door and, at least on my side of the place, it was a push, not a pull. I crashed to the floor, sending a loud thump to spread throughout.

"Oh my goodness! Blue, are you alright? We've been through this before. Don't do that! You never learn, do you?"

"I can say the same about you. 'We've been through this before,' remember? Say something before you open the door, dumbass," I replied, almost in a… playful tone. I stepped into his section and headed towards the kitchen.

"Looking for something?"

"Obviously," I muttered. "Hey," I practically yelled, "do you have any more of those eggs that you let me borrow last month? I am running out again." Black's head shook and he chuckled.

"You don't just borrow eggs-"

"That's not the point. Do you have any or not?" My arms scavenging for a carton box in the refrigerator. Just…a bit… MORE! My fingertips brushed against the tray filled with a dozen eggs with the exception of three. I smirked and took one. Ingredients list status: complete.

I slowly stood up, stressing my five-foot-and-eight-inches-tall self. I calmly walked over to where Black stood and gave him a small smile even though he couldn't see all of it. "Come over in two hours. Remember, it is a Friday," I finalized. The door shut behind me and I quickly began making dinner for the both of us, a weekly get-together.

I lay sprawled across my bed with the lights at a dim setting. I just wanted to relax and enjoy the quiet night that this Friday would bring. Friday. It was Friday. Shit. I closed my eyes even tighter. I don't even know why I was like this. I actually didn't mind talking with my neighbor and having free dinner next door. He was preparing everything, so why am I upset? I could hear pots and pans dribble to the floor from two walls away. These walls needed to be thicker.

Thicker. Maybe that's why I was upset? Maybe not… actually no. That is the exact reason why I didn't want to see Blue. I watched the images placed before me. I… actually brought this situation upon myself. But I couldn't help it. Most everyone did this, right? It was only natural that I did it, too. My breathing became shorter and quicker as the thrusts became more powerful.

It was only days like this where I could relax and my mind would block out everything swarming around me. My moans grew longer as the video progressed. A moan and a squeal. It belonged to neither the video nor to me. But I paid no attention to that. It was most likely my mind going hazy and imagining things. I pleasured myself more and more, my mouth opening and my eyes closing.

A moan and squeals and heavy pants. Both male and female. I paused my actions and the video. I was not going crazy this time. There it was again. Over and over the sounds repeated. Where was it coming from? I washed my hands and cleaned up the little mess I had left behind. I unlocked my bedroom door, even though no one else was home, and stepped into the entrance of the kitchen.

The sounds were now much louder and it was obviously coming from Blue's side of the floor. Such a fucking asshole he was. Don't get me wrong, I loved him like a brother and we acted like we were but- I only had one brother. Rin. My older brother. Blue wasn't my brother.

The female squeals rang in my head; they belonged to Blue's girlfriend- Shiemi Moriyama. Now I had to listen to her instead of just him. What a pain in the ass. Pain.That is exactly how I felt. I didn't know why and I didn't know how. I… just did. Shit. Now the noises are replaying in head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We were still roommates and it bothered me. I smirked. It was still funny. Blue didn't know about the walls yet. What a sucker.

Two knocks banged loudly on the door that connected our two apartments. I smirked. It was a Friday, of course. Was dinner already done? I quickly grabbed the jacket that hung on a nearby dresser. It is almost as though I was in a hurry. My hand reached towards the handle and I stopped. I just stopped. I had completely forgotten. I immediately scurried over to the nearby kitchen and shoved all the common ingredients he would grab to the back of the counter, refrigerator, and cabinets. Swiftly gliding over the wood floors, I opened the doors in one quick motion, making him fall to the ground the third time this month. What a careful person…

I chuckled. "Missed me already? So eager you are," I asked, teasingly. We were never actually mean to each other. It was just a game. It was always a game… my favorite game.

The aroma filled my nostrils, along with the rest of air that engulfed my apartment. I retrieved the treat from underneath the stove, hidden between the claws of the oven. I should do this every day. Cook. Just cook. Such a simple job for so much money, of course, if you were a professional and international. But would I still be able to travel around the world? My smile faded but the smell of steak and dessert kept me from keeping it.

I heaved out two big plates and set them on top of the small, glass table. I set the small red rose off to the side. It was a gift from Shiemi. Shiemi. She was so kind. Her kind smile would always shine through, but so clumsy she was. Despite, her clumsiness, she was still able to manage taking care of the plants that were at her workplace. In fact, she was the only one that could properly take care of the plants. So, every three days, she was permitted to grab a free red rose, then passing it over to me.

I mixed the carrots in with the mashed potatoes and corn, then smoothing it along the surface of the plates. I carefully placed the steak on top and drizzled the remaining sauce equally on to both of the plates. I guess you could call this a guy's night in. Such a shame that Shiemi couldn't come tonight. Well, I would be seeing her tomorrow. I knocked on the door for the second time tonight, looking over my shoulder, making sure that the food was still piping hot- a stream of steam pooling out.

The door slowly opened and a man appeared. A man that wore a black hood, navy blue pants, and a white shirt that was topped off with a tie. Black was always so formal, even with his neighbor. His trashy and disorganized neighbor—me. Of course, Black did not know this. He couldn't possibly know. He has never been in my room… I mean… I hope not. I smiled a smile that he couldn't see. One that he couldn't possibly see. One that was covered by my own black hood… I mean… I hope. I didn't want to look perverted.

I chuckled. Fuck. That was so unintentional. I led him to the dining table, even though he was aware of its placement in my home. We both sat down and treated ourselves. The room was silent. Silent? I lied. It was full of conversation. So many topics were stated at once it was hard to tell how they were even formed. My fork scraped against the empty plate before me, trying to get as much off as possible.

"Did you not make dessert this time?" Black asks, masking the hint of disappointment that showed in his tone of voice. I smirked. He thought I would steal his eggs for nothing? That bastard. I grabbed both of our plates and set them in the kitchen sink for me to wash later.

"You really think I would forget the most important course?" I replied as I pulled out the tray from the refrigerator. "I guess you don't actually know me…" I sliced the flan into reasonable parts, to feed the rest of our hunger. My cat, Kuro, rubbed against my shin. Kuro was a deformed cat. Instead of just one tail, it had two. Two black tails swishing behind the cat's body. What a cutie.

Just like in the main course, I drizzled a special sauce around the overall dish. The sauce was just melted sugar—otherwise known as caramel. I slowly walked over to Black, as to make him suffer for the long wait. I placed the dish in front of him and handed him a spoon. Afterwards, I plopped down into my own seat and we both finished it off without any second thoughts. We again conversed in conversation but the topic was more serious than ever.

"Black, I have a favor to ask you. I will be traveling for a month for work and I will not be able to take care of Kuro-"

"Sure, I will take care of him. Don't I always?"

"Yes, but this different. You see, I am looking for someone that is of relation to me so it will take even longer, most likely another half a month or so." I stated. I actually did want to check if Yukio was in Michigan. It is not like I had an option. I wanted to see him again. No. I needed to see him again.

"Who is this person that you are looking for? I am actually looking for someone myself."

"I can't just tell you, now can I? I don't even know your real name. If you tell me yours, then I will tell you mine and I can look for them while I am on my trip."

"I am looking for my brother. He is actually my twin but we look nothing alike," Black stated, "His name is Rin."

I couldn't breathe. I nearly choked on the air that I didn't have. How could this be? Was this… Yukio? No. It had to be another Rin. There were others named Rin. There had to be. There just had to. I turned my head so that it wasn't facing Black's face.

"The person I am looking for," I took in a sharp breath, knowing that I was going to regret this, "is named Lucifer. He isn't really my family but he is more of a step-brother." Lucifer. Yukio never knew him as a child so he couldn't possibly see any relation between us two. Shit. I should have said Yukio. That I am actually looking for Yukio, not some fucking person I don't even care for.

The games are just beginning for us… Black.

Sorry that was a really horrible ending. I am just really tired but I don't want to make everyone wait so… I will keep trying to create new chapters. Don't forget to review!