It was bittersweet, like dark chocolate, but there was something beneath it all, something that was sweeter then it should be.
'What did he want?' Kyo thought to himself.
He had been thinking about the event at the park for a while, it was an experience that refused to leave his head, no matter how much he tried.
All of his thoughts revolved around iori and that day; anytime he would think about yuki or anything else, his heart felt cold, cold if he were dead.
Kyo lie on his bed, his face in a thinking scowl, with thoughts that his parents would not agree with.
"Tch, I don't know why this has me all worked up." Kyo said to nothing in his room softly.
He then rolled over began to drift off into sleep.
- With Iori -
The redheaded man walked down the sidewalk, the pale iron grey sky cast down drops of water softly, children played, others groaned, but one thing was on the yagami man's mind. Kyo.
Iori walked into an alleyway, said alleyway lead to one of his safehouses.
He opened the door, setting his coat on it's hanger, and kicking off his shoes; this safehouse was one of the nicer ones, many of the others were either gone due to meddling from the public, or just plain terrible.
Iori removed his shirt and pants, changing into something comfortable, he then layed on his bed.
His thoughts quickly shifted to kyo, he felt his heart rate quicken to a worrying pace, but he knew exactly why that was.
'Kyo, kyo, kyo...' How he loved saying that name in his head or out loud.
It had an almost haunting effect on the redhead, it caused shivers to run down his body, sparks of pleasure to shoot up his spine, and of course, cause him to moan kyo's name.
His thoughts were dominated by his fantasies, being able to hold the kusanagi man close to him, and others more explicit and the kind he would love to keep a secret.
The slowly transforming blue eyes of iori began to dull, almost if he was dead, he knew what it meant, usually his eyes stayed blue whenever someone who didn't trigger the riot of the blood was around him, or if, kyo wasn't around him, but here they were, transforming into the glowy red that he had around the kusanagi man.
Iori grabbed his chest and sat up quickly, he got to his feet and let out an ungodly howl, it seemed his time was coming at last, but he wasn't going to pass on without tying up any loose ends, and that meant feeling love, for one last time.
"Kyyyyyyoooooooooo!" Iori screamed in his insanity.
The last thing iori saw before the world went red, was the crest of the yasakani clan.
The world turned black, with his soul, overtaken by the blood riot.
~To Be Continued~