"Where's your house?" Arthur asked impatiently, while focusing on driving his small motorbike. The wind was gushing madly around them, and Yao couldn't hear a single word the boy was saying. There was only one helmet, so Yao was wearing it. It was a bit smelly and disgusting. Initially Yao had refused to use it, but Arthur had forced the helmet onto Yao's head without bothering to listen to any further protests.

The helmet did help in one way though. The ends of Yao's shoulder-length hair were flipping about in the wind, but the helmet helped secure the rest of his hair. Meanwhile, Arthur looked beyond serious driving his motorbike.

"What, aru!" Yao shouted.

"Where. Is. Your. PLACE!" Arthur shouted back.

"He..here!" Yao shouted. Arthur swerved like an expert and turned back.

"Here we go then." Arthur pulled the helmet off Yao's head and placed it on his own. "See ya."

Yao turned away without answering, so Arthur just gave him the cold shoulder in return and rode away. Yao glanced around and realized with a start that he was in the wrong neighbourhood. He started looking around frantically for a telephone booth. His cell was dead, since he hadn't added enough credits for the month. And he only had enough money to call Yong-Soo to come fetch him.

He walked around and started to feel lost. Where on earth was he? The neighbourhood felt somewhat quiet and sleepy, but it made Yao feel even more creeped out. He kept looking around and only found houses upon houses.

He was definitely lost and far away from any recognizable main road.

His childish fears started to kick in. He shouldn't have followed the green-eyed bastard! He had even been tied up, gagged, and imprisoned in a restaurant locker room by that kid! What the hell was wrong with him? He should have knocked Arthur out when he had the chance, hightailed it far away from the Frenchman and called it a night!

But being angry at everybody didn't help, obviously. In the end, he was still alone. Feeling lost and scared, Yao's eyes started to get a bit wet. Of course he wouldn't acknowledge to himself that he was crying, but he felt very desperate at the moment.

Suddenly the sounds of a motorbike could be heard. Yao turned back to spot Arthur coming back around on his cycle. The bleached-blond figure screeched his motorbike to a halt directly in front of Yao and removed his helmet.

The smugness of Arthur's expression made Yao want to kick someone.

"I knew it. You don't live here, don't you?" Arthur sighed. "Hop on. Let me take you to my place tonight."

"Who said I'm going to listen to you, aru?" Yao scowled and pouted, looking away. But he couldn't lie and say he didn't found Arthur's actions reassuring.

"Just come with me, bitch," Arthur hissed. "Or else you will have to sleep on the concrete road for the night."

Yao took his time, but he took Arthur up on his offer and grudgingly climbed onto the back seat of Arthur's motorbike. Arthur pushed the helmet back onto Yao's head and gathered the Chinese boy's thin arms, placing them on either side of his waist. Yao refused to keep his arms there, though, so in the end they settled on Yao holding tightly onto the edges of the motorbike's seat.

"You live by yourself?"

Arthur nodded, though he didn't reply verbally. He was busy collecting all the random objects on the floor—shirts, shoes, uniforms, empty instant-noodle cups, and… adult magazines.

Yao recognized the last item and took last month's issue from Arthur's hand. "You bought this, aru?"

"Yeah." Arthur realized that resistance was futile and simply nodded. "I bought it. So what?"

Yao raised his eyebrows at the unexpectedly defensive behaviour. The smaller, Asian boy smiled. "Oh, you are a pervert too. Relax, aru, Yong Soo has a much worse collection than yours."

"Really?" Arthur asked airily, as though disinterested in the conversation. He seemed to be more focused on cleaning up his stuff from the floor. "How do you know?"

"I have been crashing with him these days, aru."

"Oh, you guys are together?"

"What the fuck, aru?" Yao snapped. "What do you mean by 'together?'"

Arthur looked up, grinning innocently. "Of course I meant 'together' as in boyfriend / girlfriend. What the hell else would that possibly mean?"

"I am 100% a GUY, aru!"

"Oh, yeah?" Arthur smirked. "Show me."

Irked beyond belief, Yao immediately took his shirt off. He threw his clothes to the floor as forcefully as possible. "See? I've got nothing underneath the shirt! Satisfied, aru?"

"Ah, A cup." Arthur tried to hide his smirk, but he failed. "What a disappointment."

Yao's blood rose to his head. He quickly resorted to violence, taking up Arthur's collar and preparing to punch his lights out. But Arthur was quicker and held the Asian man down. Easily.

Easily.

Yao couldn't believe that there existed a person even faster than him. Because he was small and light, not exactly 200 lbs of bulk muscle, his quick pace had always greatly helped him in defeating boys much bigger than him. Arthur wasn't that much bigger, so theoretically Yao should have had the advantage, but yet, now he was pinned down on the floor.

"Stop wiggling. I am tired. The bathroom is down the hall there, to your left, and you can sleep wherever you like."

Arthur rose up, groaning loudly. He took five steps and dropped himself onto the pull-out sofa, the only bed available in the entire house.

"G'd night."

Yao was left on the floor, unable to clearly process the lightning-fast events that had unfolded right in front of him that night.

"Wake up, lazy ass. We will be late if you don't get ready soon."

Yao refused to listen and buried himself deeper into the bed. So nice… so warm, so fluffy… but it smelled different this morning. Not that he particularly minded. The smell was comforting.

"Wake up," the voice said again, "or I'll rape your skinny ass."

Yao moaned loudly and rubbed his eyes. Who was that? He hated getting woken up in the morning so very much, especially when it came from an impolite-sounding rascal. Yong Soo wouldn't do that. His mother wouldn't do that. Only his sister would say something that vulgar, but she hadn't woken him up in years, so something was odd…

Yao's eyes snapped open and he jerked up. Yes, he wasn't at Yong Soo's or his house. He was at Arthur's place. He looked around and found that he had been moved onto the bed, contrary to the condition he was in the previous night. He remembered snuggling on some clothing he'd used for his own bedding since the floor was so cold and hard.

"Get ready," Arthur hissed, his mouth full with a slice of bread. "No time left."

"Jackass." Yao scowled and rose from the bed. He immediately froze. He was only wearing a shirt-no pants and no underwear.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME, ARUUU?"

"Nothing, princess. Now, if you would, get yourself changed. We only have ten minutes to get to our first class."

Yao grumbled, but he reasoned that being pants-less in front of Arthur might be alright after all, since they were both boys anyway. So he walked to the bathroom and refreshed himself there.

"Calm down," Yao breathed to himself after re-dressing, staring at his own reflection in the smudged mirror. And then he realized something important. Even though he'd woken up half-naked in this strange boy's house, after the initial shock wore off, he wasn't indignant. More along the lines of bemused.

"Yao," Arthur called, and Yao took one final glance at his own face, and headed out to the garage to find his summoner.