Ichiro stared longingly at Samatoki's butt. He was wearing short-shorts and a thin shirt with no collar. He looked like he didn't even have clothes on.

"You look so hot, Samatoki-chan."

He had to take a quick break after seeing his butt. The heat between his cheeks made his gaze flutter.

"Ugh, I'm just not used to seeing a man's butt."

Samatoki snickered. "Did you think that what I was wearing was tight?" The sassy Yakuza hissed.

"This experience was lovely. I feel the power within me." Ichiro shouted.

The silver haired beauty grabbed Ichiro's hand and pulled him close. Samatoki and Ichiro exchanged fierce kiss. "Ichiro, will you come to my room for some alone time tonight?"

"The drinks are on me" Ichiro told him.

Ichiro smiled widely, and then broke into a full run. Samatoki watched him sprint off down the hall, hands outstretched, mouth wide open.

Once he was gone, Samatoki watched Ichiro's face until the last breath left his body.

"Yeah, that guy's really great." Samatoki thought to himself. "He's got a pretty great ego, and maybe a pretty nice stock portfolio, too. And you know, he could be something of a father figure for me. He's going to... He's going to be the best... Like, ever." If anyone had looked at Samatoki's face in that moment, they would have seen that something had really changed. For someone who had gone from quiet boy to somebody who fought at the edge of the moon and to the top of the crater, all at once.

The meeting lasted until very late at night, and then Samatoki slept through it. He woke early in the morning. They were sitting on the sofa, Samatoki on the right with his body pressed against Ichiro's, with an arm draped over his shoulders.

"So... all that..." Samatoki said, his voice slurred, "kinda gotten away from me..."

Ichiro sighed and put his hand on Samatoki's shoulders, stopping him from getting up.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to be okay."

"I've... no idea what that means," Samatoki said. Ichiro pointed at his partner, then back to himself. "Yeah," he said. "That's me. I'm a master. I'm going to learn everything there is to learn, and I'm going to be the best in the world."

That made Samatoki blush. He blinked, then smiled.

"Is that so?" He questioned. "Then we can spend the rest of our lives on that train."

"Yeah, I guess so." Ichiro said with a smile. "And, if it makes you feel better, after you grow up we can have lunch together and watch people fight."

"You don't think I'll be any good at that?" Samatoki frowned.

"Maybe not," Ichiro replied. "But you should have faith After all, you are the strongest, honest, and hardworking warrior ever known."

"Yeah," Samatoki responded. "And that counts for something, right?

"Actually," Ichiro said, suddenly shifting the conversation. "I have an idea."

"What is it?" Samatoki asked.

Ichiro looked down at Samatoki's pants which were cut slightly too high and allowing his butt to sag, to the point where it was beginning to droop. He blinked in surprise, and then looked up.

Samatoki's eyes opened wide.

"What, like ‑ I don't know what that means – " Samatoki said, throwing his hands in the air.

"You don't know what that means either," Ichiro said. "You're smarter than that, Samatoki-san.

"Hii? What are you talking about?" Samatoki questioned.

Ichiro shrugged, then laughed. "Fine, fine." Samatoki stared at Ichiro as he stood up.

"I want you to know that I love you more than anything. Everything about you is wonderful to me. No matter what happens, you will always be my first."