I decided to do a different Yaoi couple. Kai and Max are okay, but I like to be windswept and interesting, and I don't think anyone has done this couple yet.

The two toned blue haired boy walked back to his home after a training session with the Bladebreakers. His pace was slower than usual; he was in no hurry to get back to the mansion, even though no one was in it, aside from a few servants. But Kai didn't care. He wanted to be outside for a bit longer.

He walked nearer his home when he saw something white. Debating for a second he went towards the white and noticed that it was hair.

"King?" Kai muttered under his breath and looked at the boy whom he had battled twice, one destroyed his blade, and the other was a draw.

The boy wore his usual uniform of white top and black trousers. Though both were ripped and covered slightly in blood. Kai realised that Queen, King's twin, was no where in sight, and realising that he couldn't leave the white haired boy out here, he carried him back to the mansion.

/Just my luck...../ Kai thought to himself, as he carried the boy in his arms and entered the mansion.

He walked down to a spare room, and placed King gently on the bed. He then moved the find a first aid kit. Kai began to clean out the worst of the wounds, the one on King's chest looked deep, and so the paled skinned boy managed to remove enough of King's white top to clean the wound. The two toned haired boy noticed that King winced, and realised that the white haired boy was most likely starting to wake up.

/To continue or not to continue..... That's not much of a question. / Kai thought to himself as he started to clean out King's other wounds.

King opened his ruby red eyes to see Kai, cleaning out a small wound on his arm. At seeing this King frowned and wondered if there was a catch at all for Kai having helped him.

"What are you doing?" King demanded to know, hoping to scare Kai off.

"What do you think? Unless you want an infection....." Kai said with a smirk, and looked right into King's eyes.

King never said anything, but tried to sit up. It hurt, and he wouldn't deny that, but he sat up all the same.

"That reminds me," Kai said, off topic; "Where's Queen?"

King had started to look around the room, which was very beige and boring before answering; "I told her to get out of there,"

Kai never questioned him further, which surprised King. Although he figured Kai to be private, he had expected Kai to be a person who would try to find another way to see a person's problems.

"What's the likely hood of her returning?" Kai asked King, finding fresh clothes for the tanned boy to wear, when he was able to move.

"Slim," King replied; "She told me that I was going to be killed, and I yelled at her that it would only be me, not her, and then simplified it to her that she should run and never return,"

Kai nodded; "Wouldn't you want to find her?"

"No," King said, quickly; "I'm............ I'm tired of this life.......... Where myself and Queen, we had to steal all the time, not just blade parts, but food water, everything that we needed to survive. After so many years.......... I'm tired of it,"

"You'd better sleep," Kai informed him; "Food will be brought to you. I won't let a guest starve,"

"A 'guest'?" King raised an eyebrow; "Are you forgetting that I destroyed your blade?"

"Are we going to battle now?" Kai asked the white haired boy, who shook his head; "Then you're a guest,"

King lay back down on the bed, grateful for a mattress to sleep on; "I suppose I should thank you,"

"Don't bother, I might not have looked," Kai shrugged and walked out of the room.

King laughed. He looked around the room, noticing things he didn't see before. Books, mainly play's, like Shakespeare, and music, like Mozart, and then he noticed books on artists and other people, someone called Charles Rennie Mackintosh, and other artist's like Van Gogh, Leonardo.

King finally realised that Kai wasn't like him. Kai was Upper Class. But Kai didn't act like it, sure he was cold at times, King had seen that, but the blue haired boy was not a snob, or posh, King had meet many of those people to last him a life time.

But as King thought this, another thought entered his mind; Why was Kai living here on his own?

As far as King knew, a family member would have helped Kai with carrying him into the bedroom, maybe even helping cleaning his wounds, but there was only Kai. Could Kai be an orphan? Like himself? Or did Kai live alone because his family didn't like him?

Given the fact that King had not seen Kai's home, he could not decide which on of those were true.

"I should try to sleep......... I might get answers later," King spoke to him self, and closed his eyes.

Kai was in the kitchen, the final servant leaving for the night. This never bothered Kai, he liked being alone, it wasn't like he was lonely or anything. Having his own space was nice, that's all. But now King was with him, and until he had recovered from what ever had attack him, Kai would not be alone, like he used to be.

"I should call a doctor," Kai spoke to him self, but he wasn't sure.

He had seen the wounds on King's body, but they were not deep, in fact, the deep one on his chest was hardly deep, it wouldn't need stitches, but Kai felt that he should call a doctor, just in case.

"I'll ask King," Kai decided, if King didn't want a doctor to see him then fine.

Kai decided to go to his own room, after all he had training tomorrow. Though it won't be as tedious as it was today, Kai smirked; No Tyson.

Kai's room was nothing special, as Kai was hardly ever in it apart from sleeping. It was however painted blue, with a red carpet, the bed spread was cream though. There was no books in this room, Kai preferred a place for reading, and it was where King slept and rested that was where the books were, factual books, at least, most of them. Fictional books were in another room.

Kai sighed; he decided to just go to bed. He'd have to get up early any way.