Kyo stopped his motorcycle, shoving the keys into his pocket; he looked up at the sky. The rain had stopped, but the promise of more rain still threatened the air. He shook his head, he hated the rain. The image of Iori returned to his mind, that psychopathic grin creeping across structured features, before finally leading to hysterical laughter. Kyo reared backwards, his bike offering momentary support, rubbing his forehead, trying to erase the sudden memory. Regaining his balance he strode forwards, feeling the sudden need for the company of others. He pushed open the doors to the familiar pub, music breaking the silence of the street; he stood still for a moment, taking in the surroundings, searching for well-known faces. Benimaru stood out of the crowd, perfection amidst a multitude of impurities, flirting with anything that could move half as well as he could. Kyo smiled and shook his head, "Will he ever learn?" he said to himself as he parked his rear on a stool next to the bar. "What will it be, Kyo? The usual?" the bartender asked, before he could answer, an arm appeared across his shoulder, Benimaru sat next to him, "No, he's going to be adventurous," Beni said for him, "He actually wants something with alcohol in it." A huge grin formed on Beni's lips. "Not tonight, Beni, I don't feel like playing games." Kyo rubbed his forehead; concern wrinkled Beni's features, flawlessness disappearing momentarily, "What's wrong Kyo?" Kyo looked into Beni's eyes, he had always been there when he needed him, maybe he did need someone to talk to, "Can we talk?"