The world is a cruel place.

It's home to many beings: ugly, dirty humans, the occasional decent ones, and then there are monsters.

Like this one…

"Sougo. Hey, Sougo! Sougo? Oi~" I stare at the opposing vermillion ahoge that keeps bounces up and down, as it's owner tries to catch my attention.

And me.

"Sougo~" The smiling boy sings.

I break his song. "What do you want?" Smoothing over the horrible annoyance with my own monotone voice.

I stare at the vermillion haired boy who constantly squints open his eyes.

Ocean blue.

It reminds me of her… Not that I really care.

"I'm bored." Kamui, my roommate continues, closing is eyes once again. "Let's go and bother Shinsuke!"

"Go by yourself."

Kamui pouts, "But that's no fun~" He then comes over to me and grabs my arm. And with his ridiculous strength, he begins to drag me out of the room. I don't resist, what's the point when you are up against someone stronger than an elephant and King Kong. Soon we arrive at the study.

Takasugi Shinsuke—he is Hijikata-san and Kondo-san's roommate, a childhood friend of Danna, and an economy professor at G Uni. He is an intimidating man with an eyepatch on his left eye and a rather malicious and evil glare from his right eye. He doesn't scare me, though—of course, if you've seen him at his home fighting over Yakult with his home mates, you would probably say the same. Kamui takes his course, since I am a criminal justice major, and Kamui is a business major. Apparently, he is studying so he can kill off his old man and take over the family company. Oh, I didn't explain it yet did I? Kamui is the heir to the Yato Co. a company that specializes in trade. It is on par with the Kaientai Group when it comes to power.

Anyways, Kamui slams the door to the study open, barging in without a thought. "Shin~su~ke~ we came to play!~"

As I expected, Takasugi was sitting by the giant window of his study while smoking. However, unlike my thoughts, he was looking at his phone. He looks up with a bored look that could rival Danna's dead fish eyes before sighing. "I don't have time to play today, Kamui." He gets up from his seat by the window and walks towards us.

"Oh? What are you so busy with?" Kamui asks innocently.

"I'm meeting someone."

Meeting someone? I watch Takasugi with sharp eyes, examining his every movement and details. Now that actually look at him, he is dressed differently. Slightly nicer and newer clothing, but very similar to his regular clothes so that one wouldn't notice.

"Are you going on a date?" I open my mouth to ask.

Takasugi doesn't even flinch. But I can tell from the look in his eye that I was spot on. He and Hijikata-san are really similar. Even down to the look in their eyes when you catch them about to go on a date. I chuckle at the thought, then return to Takasugi. "Let me guess… not the first date?"

Takasugi's emerald green eyes glare at me before he laughs. "It really isn't a date, Okita-kun. Just meeting up with a friend." He then pushes past us into the hallway. "Now if you will excuse me." He then leaves me to Kamui as he exits.

We both stand there in a moment of silence before turning to each other. I give him a smirk and he grins back to me.

"Sougo, I just thought of something fun we could do."

"That's funny, me too."

"Shinsuke is sharp. What should we do about our attire?"

We can't afford to get ourselves caught, but nor can we afford to waste time.

"No time, just buy something from that hat shop," I point to the shop to our left with a big sign that read "something or other costumes". " I'll keep following them." He nods and enters the shop, as I follow sneakily behind the teacher. It seems that he was meeting his girlfriend at the place rather than meeting her beforehand. I follow somewhat close behind, but not close enough to be caught. Why am I so good at stalking, you ask? It has nothing to do with our police gorilla stalker, it's just when you follow criminals around you need to pick up certain skills.

Suddenly a hat is placed onto my head, and I turn around to check who it was. It was Kamui, wearing some sort of really long headband that tied around his head and made his hair all weird. I turn back around, feel the hat on my head to identify it. A fedora. Well, it was better than nothing.

Takasugi is on the move and stops in front of a small café, then he enters it. We wait a few minutes before following in right behind. Once inside, I scan the room for the purple head and white eyepatch and spot it. Not that far away there he was, sitting in front of a woman with long black hair.

A waitress comes to greet Kamui and me, and Kamui points to wanting to sit at the booth behind Takasugi. She led the way, and we managed to sit down without being noticed by the teacher. I look at the menu, scanning through the list of items and collage of pictures. This is all the types of food Danna would love…

I put down the menu and gaze at Kamui. He was grinning from ear to ear while humming softly and reading the menu. I sigh before turning around so I could take a peek at our targets.

I couldn't read Takasugi's expression, but I could very well see his partner's. The woman was very beautiful. She had long black silky hair, small brown eyes that made her look mature, and smooth looking skin. Her mannerism seems to be gentle, polite, and kind. As she would giggle softly when Takasugi made a joke or told something funny. Ever so, she seems to be a rather graceful woman. But just somehow… she looked rather familiar.

Then the waitress came back to us asking for our order. The waitress was a rather young girl—probably a high school student—she wore her dress sluttily as her boobs were basically popping out and that skirt was way too short. I can just feel the disgust pool in my stomach, so I try to overcome the need to hurl by thinking. Thinking happy thoughts—yes, like Hijikata-san dying and Hijikata-san dying and Hijikata-san dying.

Kamui smiles charming the slut of a woman, "I want a caramel cappuccino." He then turns to me. "How about you, Sougo?"

"Café latte," I answer giving the woman a mischievous smirk, making her swoon. Hey, I don't have to like the bitch to make her my slave.

She still blushing repeats our orders. "S-so a caramel cappuccino and a café latte, yes! Is there anything else?"

"Add in a strawberry parfait." A voice intrudes on us.

I look up only to see a silver perm and red dead fish eyes—Danna. I smile up at the older man. "Welcome, Danna."

"Ahh, Souichirou-kun, don't mind me."

"It's Sougo." I deadpan.

He waves off my comment and scoots in to sit next to Kamui. "Hey, ahoge. How have you been?" He strikes a conversation with the vermillion haired boy.

Kamui just smiles at the silver perm man, answering. "Oh, just swell! I take it you're finding entertainment by watching Shinsuke's date too?"

"Yep. Though unlike you two, I followed his partner." He points to the beautiful woman before calling us to lean in towards the table so he could whisper something. "It's Zura."

Ahh… That's why the woman looked familiar! I lean back after hearing that before going back to whisper with a smirk. "Apparently, this isn't their first date."

Danna smirks too at the information. Kamui then whispers. "Who is Zura?"

"Male, childhood friend," Danna whispers back with a smile. "And I'm guessing, 'boyfriend' can be added to the list."

Kamui whistles at the information. "I didn't take Shinsuke to be gay. It's quite humorous."

"Yes, just like Danna nad Hijikata-san." I pipe in teasingly.

Danna grumbles at me, "We aren't like that! Anyways…" He gives a quick look at Takasugi and Katsura before leaning into us. "Who do you think is on top?"

"Katsura is taller, but I doubt Takasugi would bottom. He is like you and Hijikata-san, too stubborn." I tease.

"OI! Quit trying to jab at me and that mayora! I already told you there was nothing between us!" Danna whispers in a dramatic way.

Kamui and I ignore him and continue. "Aww~ but I think is would be funny if Shinsuke were on the bottom. Plus Zura-san has the advantage of height!"

"Ahh, but guessing by Takasugi's type being similar to Danna, he is also a sort of sadist. So he probably is on top. Oh, but that theory doesn't really work with Danna does it."

Danna is boiling. "OI! How many times do I have to tell you there is nothing between us! And what do you mean by your theory doesn't work for me! Why are you sticking me on the bottom here!"

Danna's reactions only spark the sadist inside of me. We scoot back to our original positions when the slut waitress comes back to serve our food. Placing each of our orders carefully. As she is sliding mine, I notice a paper with the cup and look up. The slut gives me a wink as she perks her lips before walking away, and as she walked away from us she sways her butt as if to draw my attention. But, the instant I saw her start I turn back to Danna and Kamui.

Danna gives me his usual dead fish eyes with unapproved lying in them. "Ahh… geez, Okita-kun. You really shouldn't play around with low-life sluts like that. You know what they will turn into? Prostitutes who get pregnant when they are sixteen."

"Really, Sougo. You have more class than to go to her." Kamui pipes in, taking a sip from his caramel cappuccino.

I grimace at the card I had received from the slut of a waitress and quickly fling it to the other end of the table. "I don't need someone like her." I let my eyes wander to the window. Images of that vermillion hair, ocean blue eyes and angry shouting fill my mind. "Plus, I already found someone more interesting to play with. I don't need an easy rag doll like that."

A moment of silence plays between the three of us before both Kamui's and Danna's voice slurs. "Oh?~"

I feel my eyebrow twitch at their reaction.

I quickly get up from my seat and leave the table. Kamui lets out a question. "Sougo, where are you going?"

"Home," I answer as I speed away. I make sure to pass by Takasugi and tap on his table before pointing to the table I had left from discreetly. A smirk plasters itself on my lips as I hear an unmanly shriek from my original table as I leave the café.

I tilt my head up to look at the sky; cerulean and accented with white fluff.

Then, I take off the fedora and begin to walk home.