Kurai and Iori found that Yuki was gone from the apartment, and the dragon half used Kyo's set of keys to get in.
"Again I want to thank you for helping me pack up Kyo's stuff. This really means a lot to me," Kurai said, tossing the set of keys next to the apartment's phone. "I just want to make this easier for Kyo in any way I can."
"You do know what's his and what's hers, right?" Iori asked.
Kurai turned with a beaming smile on his attractive face and nodded. "Yes. It's in the best friend's manual."
Not understanding the meaning behind that (and not wanting to get into a discussion over it), Iori didn't press the issue and followed Kurai into the bedroom. There the young brunette clapped his hands together.
"Okay, now to start. Iori, I suggest that you carry out what I hand you into the car," Kurai said, well it sounded more like an order really.
The tall redhead nodded and stood back watching Kurai move about first collecting Kyo's clothes packing away what was clean onto duffle bags and what was dirty into trash bags, which Iori placed in Kurai's car. Next came Kyo's personal items that were packed in boxes and sealed with thick tape. Kurai moved fast and with accuracy. Within three hours, all of Kyo's stuff was pack and in the trunk or back seat of Kurai's car.
"Now all that is left is Kyo's most treasured item: his motorcycle," Kurai said. "That should be in the garage."
Kurai located the keys to the motorcycle and down in the garage, Kurai located it.
"I can see why Kyo treasures it," Kurai said. "Okay, I'll drive this back to my place while you drive my car back. Kyo would kill me if I allowed anyone else to touch his bike. No offense, Iori."
"None taken," Iori replied. He looked the motorcycle over. "It is nice."
"Hmm," Kurai smiled. "It's his baby."
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THERE! THEIF!"
Kurai looked up and gave a pained groan when he spotted Yuki running towards them looking furious.
"Thief! Get away from… Eh? Kurai-kun?"
"Yeah, it's me," he replied.
Iori noticed that the dragon half was trembling ever so slightly and the tall redhead knew that it had to be from with held rage and other emotions.
"What are you doing with Kyo's bike? And where the hell is he? He never came home last night."
Kurai took a shuddering breath to calm his raging emotions before answering. "He was out with me."
"Getting drunk no less," Yuki tsked.
To anyone else it looked like Kurai was grinning, but Iori knew that he was grinding his teeth.
"Yes," Kurai hissed through clenched teeth. He was visibly shaking now.
"Kurai, you okay?" Yuki asked, concern visible in her voice.
"No!" Kurai barked suddenly. Iori swore that he heard a damn breaking. Kurai took a step towards Yuki. "Do you know why I'm not okay? It's because my best friend caught his so-called reliable girl friend fucking another guy in his own bed. Little girl, you have no idea how much shit you are in right now. I promise, little girl, that you will not get away with what you've done."
Yuki almost wet her pants at the amount of venom that came out from Kurai's calm and cold tone. His tone even sent chills up Iori's spine and the redhead vowed never to piss Kurai off. Ever.
"Come along, Iori," Kurai's tone was softer now, "We need to get going." He slid onto Kyo's bike and started the engine. He cast a glance up at Yuki. "Be seeing you around, Yuki."
Kyo sat on the cement wall outside of Kurai's apartment complex waiting for Kurai and Iori to arrive. He hopped down when he spotted them and ran over to Kurai.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Very well!" Kurai replied with a beaming smile. "I reframed myself from killing that cunt named Yuki. Right, Iori?"
Iori nodded.
"You're gonna need to help us lug this stuff up to the apartment," Kurai said, opening his trunk and grabbed the first box in sight before heading up to his apartment.
"Kurai must be very, very, very pissed," Kyo commented as he and Iori grabbed a couple of boxes. The brunette looked up at him through his bangs. "Kurai never uses that word when describing a female."
"I gathered as much," Iori said, following Kyo.
