Kyle drove along that early afternoon in his silver Toyota auris. The weather wasn't extremely hot, but it was considered mild that day. Since it was a weekend, Kyra wore her laziest clothes – a white vest, blue denim jeans and maroon coloured converses and a black sweatband on her left wrist with Jack Skelington showing on the accessory and a black bandana around her neck. She brought her black hoodie in case she got cold, but seeing the sun out today, it might not be needed it at all. Kyle parked the car on the side and switched the ignition off.

They had arrived, and Kyra wasn't happy with the familiarity of the place. "Kyle!" she shouted.
"Yes?" he asked innocently. Kyra stomped towards him and grabbed his arm, refraining him another step towards the house.

"Why are we outside Kurogane's house – when I clearly explained the situation!" she growled quietly. Before he had the chance to answer, a manly, stern laugh was heard from the front of someone's house opposite them.

"Glad you could make it Kyle!" cheered the man. His name was Haremaru, father of Kurogane, and they were very alike. If she could remember, his mother, Arianne was English and half French, while his father was Asian. Kurogane did look a lot like his father – the hair colour, the toned skin, the voice, the height – Kyra couldn't find a single trait of Arianne off him.

Maybe his kindness was all Arianne...

"Well, Kyra I haven't seen you since knee high..." he said. "Kurogane will be back soon, he's gone to get some tools for repairing the roof..."he mentioned. Kyra looked up at the roof, which had a large hole.

"Haremaru, Kyra came to help..." he stated.

"Great, we could use another pair of hands..." he smiled. He then walked off to get a ladder; Kyle followed his footsteps and knew he had to help carry the ladder. Arianne then walked through and gave Kyra a full frontal hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Kyra, you've grown into a fine, young woman, Kurogane, your friend is here..." she heard his name, and abruptly stood up, only to find the boy in a grey vest and black cargo pants and green trainers.

"Kyra, why are you-"

"Well don't just stand there Kyra, give us a hand!" called Kyle, Kyra sprinted to the door and held it open for the ladder to pass through.
"Son, Kyra and Kyle came to help!" grinned Haremaru, who set the ladder against the wall of the house.

Kyle climbed first with the kit held in his hand, and then Haremaru followed, with the other two on their tracks. As Kyra got to the top, she felt a wave of heat from the sun burn down on her body, but Kurogane stood over her, his shade keeping her cool. The two fathers began to hammer away and add new roof tiles, while the two teenagers supplied them with nails and drills – also refreshments. Kyra grew hot and tired as she still hadn't grasped the chance to talk to Kurogane alone, and the two men were almost done with the job...

"Hey, let's get a drink..." declared Kurogane, who literally slid down the ladder, as if he were in an action movie. Kyra followed, but in a "safer" motion, and managed to stay uninjured. The two entered the kitchen; Kurogane opened the fridge to pour two glasses of Tropicana juice.

"Um...Thanks..." stammered Kyra, gladly taking the glass in her hand. As she drank the juice down, she noticed how tense the atmosphere was getting between the two of them...

"Kyra listen-"

"You two okay in there?" interrupted Arianne, lifting up her sunglasses to reveal her mild green eyes.

"Yes" they both replied in unison. They then turned to face each other again, intensity rising again...

"About yesterday..." he began, taking a sip of his juice. "I didn't kiss her, she kissed me..." he convinced, Kyra placed her glass on the counter, looking at him dead on.

"It's fine, I believe you-"

"I'm not done..." he interrupted. Kyra fell silent, letting him finish his talk. He took a few steps closer to Kyra, making the poor girl's heart rate increase.

"I don't like her Kyra, she a skank, a bitch, a sket, a-"

"A bitch-cake?" continued Kyra.

"Exactly!" he said, his face brightening up a little. "Why would I kiss her, when I..." he clasped a hand over his mouth, staring down at Kyra. "When you what?" asked Kyra, throwing him a quizzical look at him.
"Nothing...It doesn't matter..." muttered Kurogane. 'Evasive action detected!' she thought. She took a step forward and placed a hand on the counter, almost cornering him from escaping.

"Tell me..." she smiled. Some how, her heart felt giddy and bouncy – it was some how good, but she didn't want to jinx it. So before she could move away, Kurogane grasped her tiny hand, and pushed her into a counter, cornering her; and with one, swift motion, he leaned down to kiss her, sliding a hand around her waist.

Enough was said.

(TBC)