A/N: Thanks for all the subs and general love I'm so happy to see this pairing still has some love! XD General drunkenness and a bit of love in this one~


Saphir sprawled out upon the couch in the hotel room, limbs spread outwards in an awkward mess. Sighing, I ignored the mess of a man and moved to hang up my jacket in the closet. I loosened my tie as well before heading to the sink to pour some water into a small glass. Downing it, I casually glanced over at Saphir and mentally stepped back to assess the situation. Saphir was somehow involved with the God Generals, perhaps even a key part in their organization. Whatever was in the envelope seemed important, information, money, data? There wasn't quite enough data to speculate just yet, there simply wasn't enough evidence.

"Jaaade what are you doing?" Snapping out of my apparent reverie, I returned to the living room, seeing Saphir leaning forward with glassy eyes, glasses slightly askew and almost comically inebriated. It was difficult to contain a smirk as I reached over to adjust his glasses.

"Nothing at all. My it's quiet in here why don't you continue telling me about those awfully inconsiderate friends of yours from earlier? Or perhaps your work-you seem so busy." No harm laying it on thick. Saphir was likely to take any chance he could to talk about himself and this was the perfect opportunity. I took a seat casually upon the couch as well and offered a smile—perhaps more of a smirk, as the man immediately began talking again. So predictable.

"They are inconsiderate, they never appreciate my genius. I create all of these brand new designs, brilliant modifications to old weapons, enhancing efficiency and size and do I ever get any thanks for toiling over my work? Never!"

"Weapons?" I asked, a wave of curiosity taking hold. Perhaps this new drug wasn't the only issue at hand. Were they planning on branching out into dealing illegally modified arms as well? Saphir seemed to realize he had something unusual and backtracked, pursing his lips.

"Purely for protection. It can be dangerous in the city." Dangerous for those that had reason to earn themselves enemies. I held my tongue on that matter and smiled, putting on a mask of innocence.

"You can trust me, Saphir." He seemed hesitant, but it was clear he wanted to continue talking. He seemed achingly torn between believing what I said and knowing what he was saying was dangerous. If he divulged such information his life could easily be in danger.

"You're afraid." Perhaps I had been too blunt, Saphir bristled—clearly offended. But he said nothing, instead chewing his lower lip as if debating whether or not to say something to such an accusation. Because it was partially true, he was involved with something dangerous. Any moment a wrong move could mean the end of his life.

Placing a hand on the arm of the couch and the other upon the back I leaned over the man, close enough to keep him from turning his head away and avoiding the question. Saphir squirmed, sinking back into the couch cushions and turning a shade of pink that nearly matched his tie.

"Tell me." I ordered, eyes seeing every twitch and tremble of his lips and the hesitation and anxiety in his eyes. Saphir had always been so easy to squeeze information out of; he had never been able to keep anything from me for very long. So it was a great surprise when he shook his head back and forth, hair falling over his face like a curtain. I frowned and pushed aside the hair, noticing how warm his skin was underneath my fingers. And for a moment I stalled, eyes suddenly locked upon their violet counterparts.

"It would put you in danger." His voice was unusually soft and somber, not the lilting and dulcet tone I was used to. He was concerned about me. I nearly scoffed. How very like Saphir.

"I want in." My words were equally serious. I hadn't planned on actually getting my hands quite this dirty but if I had to join the group undercover to gather information there would be no hesitation. If Saphir was surprised to know just how much information I had guessed about his group he did not let on. He likely knew all along I had known more than I should have. He was clever, and intuitive—a dangerous combination.

"Jade!" Suddenly I felt a hand gripping my own, which I realized was still upon Saphir's face. He was looking at me with eyes full of defiance, and concern.

"Really Saphir, have you ever stopped me before? You can make this easy or—"

I did not expect what happened next, and I couldn't repress the surprise as Saphir had moved himself up and pushed his lips against mine in a fervent and protective kiss. Really, I prided myself on my composure and my ability to mask emotion, but it took a great deal of effort to hide my surprise.

"Don't put yourself in danger, Jade." Saphir's words were again slightly slurred, his face pink with embarrassment and a bit from the alcohol, likely the liquid courage he needed to express such an…opinion.

I didn't need to say anything, in another few minutes he was curled up into the couch and amazingly asleep. I waited a few more minutes, making sure he was absolutely out before easily picking him up and laying him on the bed with a sigh. As if on cue he curled up on the bed like some kind of cat.

I removed one of the pillows from the bed and tossed it upon the couch before lying down. Somehow Saphir had single-handedly managed to turn an investigation upside down, and perhaps most astonishingly (it was almost impressive, though I would never admit such) left me quite speechless. Frustrated with myself, I closed my eyes but even as I did so all I could see was violet.