Soubi lit his cigarette with disgust.'Damn this habit.' He thought to himself, taking a long drag from the hated stick. Ritsuka's hand was in Soubi's pocket, intertwined with Soubi's free hand and he walked along with the blonde down the side walk.
They didn't speak, they understood what they had at that moment. A deep friendship that could include benefits if they desired. Even if they fought, something could bring them back together instantly.
The air was cold, so Ritsuka cuddled himself closer to the older man. Soubi smiled to himself, enjoying the warmth Ritsuka gave him and the warmth he gave Ritsuka.
The teenager smiled widely as he caught a glimpse of Yuiko and Yayoi down the street. He tugged on Soubi's arm, looking up at him, and looking curious.
Soubi let his hand go, smiling back, and waving as Ritsuka stepped away.
Perhaps it was better this way? Just friends...
The three began to chat and Soubi sat down on the side bench, watching them. Yes... This was much better. Better than having nothing at all.
End.
This is the edited version. Proof-read. Originally posted: 12-19-07.