Kyoshiro entered the house whistling. He kicked off the uniform shoes and dropped his backpack by the door. He strolled down the hallway, stopping in the kitchen. He stuck his head into the fridge, looking for anything good. He sighed. "Gotta go shopping soon..."

He headed towards the living room, where Kyo was watching TV. The red-eyed twin was sprawled on the reclining chair, sipping a beer. He didn't even glance up as his brother entered.

A silver and red can flew towards Kyoshiro's head. He caught it in his left hand, smiling. He cracked open the Bud and plopped down onto the couch. "Thanks."

"Feh," muttered Kyo, focused on the TV. It was showing a newsflash.

"...Ten, apparently Yakuza, bodies were found in the Konigomo park today. They seemed to have died at the hands of someone or someones wielding the katana. Police believe..."

Kyoshiro turned sharply to Kyo. "Was this you and Tora?"

Kyo nodded without turning around. He flicked through the channels until he found Family Guy. "Some shit Yakuza scum tried to 'recruit' me again. Under orders from some boss or other...you know how it is."

His brother sighed. He, too, had been 'asked' by various crime syndicates to join them. "You know what I think about killing..." he scolded his brother.

"I know you're a pussy," retorted Kyo bluntly. "A stupid one who gave up the best feeling in world because of some stupid morals."

Kyoshiro ignored the gibes and listened to the TV.

"Giggity-giggity-giggity-Oooooh yeah!"

Kyoshiro groggily lifted his head from his pillow. He blinked tiredly. Who the hell is knocking so loud on the door? He glanced at the clock. Too blurry, he thought semi-consciously. His eyes tried to blink the sleep away, until he could see the little numbers reading 12:24.

"Too early," he groaned.

Last night, Kyo had thrown a small party, including Okuni and her slutty friends, Tora, Yukimura, and some other tough guys. There had been drinking...and some fighting.

I think the couch broke last night...

He sighed and slouched out of his room. He made it down the stairs, falling only once...right through the space where a railing normally was it. "Where is it?" he asked to no one in particular as he floated in the air for a second. He landed in a heap of broken wood spindles.

"Ah...there it is."

Kyoshiro picked himself up and slowly stumbled towards the door, which would stop its stupid knocking. He tripped over a nude girl snoring on the floor beside the broken couch. He finally made it to the door and threw it open.

He was greeted by a stunned Yuya. Her eyes traveled up the young man's body, which was clothed only in a pair of boxers. Her gaze went from his fairly muscular chest to his handsome face, framed by tangled brown hair.

"Oh, hey Yuya-san," he greeted her. He blinked at the silent girl. He smiled goofily. "Finally noticed my charms, eh?"

This gibe snapped her back to reality. Her face turned red. "As if, you perverted bastard!" she growled as she punched Kyoshiro in the face. He flew back and landed on the nude girl in the living room. She woke up, blinked, and smiled at him dazedly.

"Oh, hey, Kyoshiro...last night was fun," she giggled, twirling his hair with her fingers.

"Good morning, Ayame. Was it? I can't quite remember to well..." They both laughed.

"Come now," said Ayame huskily. "Don't you remember when I..." she trailed off as her hand slowly slid down his chest towards...

"AHEM!"

The two turned to see a fuming Yuya in the doorway. Ayame blushed, pushed off Kyoshiro, and frantically began to search for her clothes. She finally burst from the house semi-clothed, and began to race towards her house down the street.

"So, Yuya-san, why are you-" he was cut off as she brushed past him and looked for a place to sit...seeing as the couch was broken and all. She sighed and settled for the floor, sitting cross-legged. She turned to him, a hint of reproach in her eyes.

"Don't get any ideas, idiot. We need to work on the project for Soryuki-san, ok? I don't really want to be here, but..." she trailed off, glaring at him.

"Geez, Yuya-san, way to make a guy feel appreciated," teased Kyoshiro as he plopped down next to her. "So, what do you want to do this ting on, anyway?"

Yuya sighed, and looked thoughtful. "Well, we're both pretty good with history...we good do a historical piece. Something from the Meiji, perhaps?"

Kyoshiro thought about it for a minute. "Good idea, but Meiji's been done too much. How about right after Sekigahara?"

Yuya blinked and smiled. "Yeah! We'll have it about someone who survived the battle. Someone who was really strong, and gave up killing."

"And then," added Kyoshiro. "Someone close to him, who has the same power yet the opposite temperament and lusts for killing."

The pair continued onward, writing things down and discussing ideas. Kyo walked in halfway through the third act and looked at them, hung over.

"What's this girl doing here?" he asked his brother, glaring at her with his piercing red gaze. "She wasn't here last night."

"She came over to work on a Creative Writing assignment with me," responded Kyoshiro. "You see, when you go to class they give you these projects called homework, which you're supposed to-"

His tease was cut off when the pillow Kyo had thrown collided with his face. He removed it to see his brother walking through the doorway to the kitchen.

Yuya stood up and flattened out her skirt. "I think we've got enough for today...not bad, considering you're an asshole," she smirked at him.

Kyoshiro sighed. "Oh, Yuya-san, when will you realize I'm not such a bad person after all?"

Yuya lifted an eyebrow. "When you stop flipping my skirt up!"

Kyoshiro meekly raised his arms in apology. Yuya rolled her eyes and headed out the door. As she opened the door she felt a draft. She looked down to see her pantied ass revealed due to a lifted skirt.

After her eye-brow twitched for a second, she smashed Kyoshiro's cheek, sending him toppling back to the floor. He sat up and rubbed his cheek to see her slam the door with a "Bastard!"

He chuckled, and turned when he heard a slurping noise. Kyo was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed, and sipping a cup of coffee.

"Stay away from her, Kyoshiro, or she'll end up killing you," advised Demon Eyes.

Kyo laughed. "I'm sure!"

That night, the two brothers decided to go drinking, along with Yukimura and Tora. A new bar called The Bounty Hunter's Waystation had just opened. They knew they would have no trouble getting in: even though it had only been there for a week, it already would've heard the rumors and know enough to let the foursome in.

The group was seated near the end of the counter, a collection of empty bottles around them. Tora was already quite drunk. He was laughing and pounding Yukimura on the back, who was pretty drunk as well, his face flushed and giggling. Kyoshiro vision was just starting to blur on beer number eight, and Kyo seemed immune to the effects of alcohol.

"I'm hungry," murmured Kyo. The others heard, and agreed. They headed to a table in the eating room, up the short stairs. They sat there waiting for a waitress to come and take their order.

"Ssso then, thesse Yakussa idiots try an attack usss, riiight?" said Tora, recounting the other day's adventure to the rest of the group. Yukimura was the only one really listening. "And we wasss all like, killin them and ssstuff..."

Kyoshiro sighed. Why all the killing? That's why I left the Mibu clan in the first...His train of thought was interrupted as the waitress approached.

Everyone blinked at the waitress, minus Kyo. He just casually sipped his beer.

"You!"

The waitress blushed slightly. Her face turned almost angry. "Wha-what are you guys doing here?"

"Yuya-hhhan, my firss an only love!" exclaimed Benitora. He giggled slightly as she rolled her eyes.

"We're here to eat, bitch," said Kyo, not looking up from his beer. "And you're here to take our order."

She was about to respond by shoving the bottle down his damned throat, but remembered she was working.

"Why are you here?" inquired a curious Kyoshiro. "And how is a sophomore working in a bar anyhow?"

Yuya blushed again. "My dad just opened this bar...he got me a job here," she stated not meeting any of their eyes.

"Why are you embarrassed?" blinked Kyoshiro. "You're lucky; I'm to lazy to hold a job that long."

"We-well," stammered Yuya. "I mean, it's a bar for kami's sake!"

Kyoshiro smiled warmly at her. "If you say so...And don't worry, we won't tell anyone. That seems to be what you want, right?"

"Uh, yeah," she said. "Thanks..."

She reentered waitress mode. "So what'll you guys have?"

They ordered, and spent the rest of the night there. They didn't see Yuya again after she delivered their food; she went home every Saturday at 10:30. She went home with a newfound respect for Kyoshiro starting to blossom in her heard.

I'm sorry it took over a month to get this out; school's been damn hard. English projects suck. 10th is definitely harder than 9th...Well, thanks a heap if you keep reading this. Sorry, but I'm not gonna update that frequently, though I'll try my damndest