"Ryuuga! Are you okay?" Kenta asked the next morning when his mentor finally walked in.
Ryuuga stared at the sling that held Kenta's arm before turning away, cradling his left arm against his chest.
"You're hurt!"
"I'm fine. You should be more worried about yourself."
"Ryuuga." Kurai said from her place on the couch, eyes still focused on the TV. He right ankle was propped up on some pillows. "If you're injured, go to the medbay."
Ryuuga sighed a growl, but turned in the direction of the medbay.
Everyone turned to Kurai, who didn't meet anyone's gaze.
Kyoya was the only one smiling at her.
Kurai lay in her bed, thinking.
Does Kyoya know? If he does, is he mad at me for not telling him?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.
"It's open!" Kurai called.
The door opened and Ryuuga poked his head in.
"What if I had been one of the Black Tigers?" He teased seriously.
"Would've grabbed my pistol harpoon and stabbed of shot you or both."
"Grisly." A pause. "I like it."
"Mm- hm."
A silence fell over the two, in which Kurai broke.
"Your hand and wrist, am I right?"
"Yeah." Ryuuga sighed and stepped inside the room, leaning on the door as he closed it. He stared at his arm in disgust.
"Therapy'll help with that."
"Like I'm going to the doctor." Ryuuga snorted, sarcastically.
"I can help." Kurai sat up and opened the shades and curtains blocking the sun. The light filtered through the window. Kurai sat back down on the bed. "Come here."
Ryuuga frowned, but walked foward and sat opposite of the girl. He saw how she winced visibly when she saw his left arm wrapped in gauze all the way to his elbow, as well as a wrist brace.
Kurai gently took off the straps holding the brace together.
"Copy my movements, kay?"
"Sure."
Kurai held her hand out, balling it into a fist.
Ryuuga mirrored her movements. He flexed his wrist back when Kurai did.
Kurai uncurled her hand and spread her fingers. When Ryuuga unfolded his, she pressed her hand flat on his.
Before she could react, Ryuuga grabbed her hand, and pulled her close to him, his lips instantly on hers.
Kyoya told him! Kurai dimly thought, before submitting to the kiss.
Unlike everyone else, Kyoya was quiet when Kurai walked in with a skip in her step- and her fingers interlocked with Ryuuga's the next morning.
"WHEN?!" Madoka squealed, ambushing the girl.
"Yesterday." Kurai chirped. Ryuuga began to roll his eyes, but was stopped by an elbow in his ribs.
Kyoya was the source. He motioned his head towards the hallway.
The minute Kyoya shut the door, he whipped around and pinned Ryuuga to the wall.
"You hurt her, I'll hunt you down and kill you in a slow, painful death. Clear?" Kyoya growled, eyes blazing.
"Crystal." Ryuuga whispered, grimly.
"Good. 'Cause I really hate repeating myself." Kyoya let Ryuuga go as a shriek of joy sounded out.
Madoka drug Kurai out of the room, blowing by Ryuuga and Kyoya when they walked in.
"What's with all the screaming?" Kyoya asked.
"My dad's sending us all on vacation. Going to the beach." Gingka said, rubbing his temples.
"Joking, right?" Kyoya demanded, eyes wide.
"Nope."
"Kurai'll go wild." Kyoya grumbled.
"Wild? Wild how?" Ryuuga arched an eyebrow.
"She's practically Fernis herself. She can hear and smell things we can't. Kinda like-" Kyoya was interrupted.
"Kinda like Ryuuga did with a tiger once!" Kenta spoke up. "She uses the powers of her Bey!"
"Exactly." Kyoya said.
Ryuuga merely chuckled in amusement.
