PART VII: Day Six: sixth Appointment.

Once again, he was there, in front of this door, ready to enter that room. It was his last appointment of the week.

He hoped he would end up with someone nice...or at least normal.

"Hey!" a voice called him.

It was a young man walking towards him.

What an haircut! He looks funny...

"Well, let's get in!" the newcomer said,enthusiastic.

"Aa..."

He smiled inwardly. Maybe this last day meant luck.

Once again, he sat on that chair, facing his companion. The other only nodded, looking at their surroundings as if appraising the room. Then he one-eyedly looked at him.

"Well, since we are supposed to get to know each other, why don't you start introducing yourself?"

"Allright then. I---"

"I'm not playing the cop heh. Just want to know the random stuffs about you. Like what do you do, what do you like, your hobbies, eventually the type of guy you like..."

"Hum, I am---"

"As for me, I'm not very complicated. The guys I've been with, well, I met them by chance...at least some of them. There was guy I met when I was sent for a mission, cuz you know, I work as a spy. Don't tell anyone, becuz it's a secret you know. So I met this guy on that mission, I don't know how it started but well, we got pretty close...you know what I mean. Now that I think about it, I don't even know why. The guy was a queer, I mean a real one, cross-dressing and stuff. A real fucked-up guy. Anyway it didn't last long, fortunately."

"Ah, that is---"

"Funny, I always end up with the strangest people... Just like the time I got involved with my boss. That was completely weird you know, cuz, well...very weird. The guy wasn't the hum...common type at all. Still, I think I got into hanging with him because he knew how to use a sword. I mean, he was awesome in a fight, just like when he was "punishing the evil guys". And I'm quoting his own words. He was really something...especially with a sword..."

"I---"

"Hey! Did I tell you that I love swords? I'm a sword-collector. Not an amateur though. I've got something like 57 swords at home. A beautiful collection of the rarest pieces, nothing you can find outta there now, but the REAL ones. I started...etc..."

He released a deep sigh as the young man continued his rambling.

There was no doubt about it. This guy was Chou Sawagejou, the oh-so famous "sword addict" as people called him. He was said to have sold his mother to some local yakuza to get a weird long and curved sword. Which was already scary for a nine years old kid. Useless to say he had become a real sword freako who would do the impossible to get the blade he wants. For the sake of his collection, he could turn into an annoyingly convincing chatterer.

He lowered his head as it was getting heavier and heavier as  the man talked.

Surely the rumours are true. This guy isn't talkative, he is OVER-talkative...!!

"...the only sword missing to my collection is a sakabatou. It's said the only one left belongs to a guy called Battousai, a small weirdo with red-hair and sharp eyes. But he hadn't been heard of since a long time."

He nodded, as if he had been listening, though paying no attention to his latest sentences.

Then his eyes widened in realization.

Am I dreaming or he had just---

"Hey..."

The young man had left his chair and was standing in front of him. He was staring at him.

"Huh?"

"Long red hair..." he said taking a strand of his long hair in his hand.

"Err...urhm..." he stuttered as the young man made him stand up.

"...Skinny body..." Chou mumbled letting his hands travel from his companion's shoulders to his waist.

He swallowed hardly, not knowing what the young man was thinking at the moment.

"And the eyes..."

"Oro?" he jerked out as his face was drawn closer to the blond's.

Chou frowned.

"Nah, it can't be you..." he shook his head and he returned to his chair.

He just stared dumbfoundly in front of him.

What was going on a second ago? I thought he...

He sighed inwardly, sitting down.

He was getting desperate to wish things like that to happen. Really desperate...

At least, he stopped talk----

"Hey! Wanna know how I got the twinnies?! Well, I'll tell you. You see, there was that special day I went to Hokkaido,  on a mission of course. Then I came accross...blablabla..."

Hum. Will he ever let me utter a single word?