"Saiga!" Kudo growled annoyed, but also surprised

Saiga took his hat off, and slightly hung his head in what little shame he had. He looked up, his glasses still on, never off. "Well, I must say, Kudo you found me out, but don't tell Rikuo ok?" Saiga grabbed Kudo and began pulling him in the opposite direction of his room. Kudo forced his arm free and followed quietly. When they got to the room, Kakei looked up from his stack of papers.

"Kudo-kun!" He looked from Saiga to Kudo several times. "Saiga...I told you not to get found out." For the first time, Kudo seen Saiga get scolded by his boyfriend.

"He chased me. Rikuo doesn't know though. Kudo keep quiet about this and please go to back to your room. I need to discuss stuff with Saiga-san." Kudo nodded and walked away, forgetting about the last words Rikuo had told him that made him leave.

Kudo opened the door, hiding the info that he knew deep inside of him. He looked around, but the room was empty. He searched desperately for a note, but none was to be found. While searching through Rikuo's suitcases, he heard a door creak fully open, "While you're in there Kudo, I'll take my clothes." Kudo's eyes widened at the sound of Rikuo's voice and he whipped himself around knocking the suitcase over, as well as everything in it.

"Where the heck were you?" He stared at Rikuo, who had a towel tied tightly around his waist.

"Well, I do shower." Rikuo retaliated smugly. He leaned over Kudo and grabbed his clothes, "I'll take these, but since you spilled them, you have to wash the other clothes that are left over." Kudo snarled at him trying to repress his anger inside, as he stampeded out the door, leaving Rikuo laughing in the clear dust.

Kudo mumbled as he put the clothes into the bucket. "Why do I have to hand wash this! Can't they give me a washer! "His anger soon faded fully away and he was singing as he added the soap into the bucket, and began scrubbing the clothes. When he was done, he hung them up to dry and headed back to his room.

"Rikuo" Kudo walked in talking in a musical voice higher than his own. Rikuo lifted an eyebrow, and then went back to his book, yet again. A few seconds later he looked up, realizing something:

"Kudo, where's the dress?" Kudo looked down at his normal clothes.

"Kake-I mean, it ripped so, I'm getting one of the girls on the boat to sew it up for me."

"Don't bother." Rikuo said nonchalantly, "I like you better in your own clothes." Rikuo gasped realizing something that he didn't think Kudo did, "It...uh... suits your stupidity and lack of taste." Kudo looked at him, realizing his first hint, and began playing along with his cover-up line.

"SHUT UP! I HAVE FINE TASTE!" Rikuo smiled, obviously please with his cover-up. 'Maybe I should- No maybes, I will!' Kudo took a deep breath, "Rikuo? Can I tell you something?" Rikuo looked at him confused.

"Sure." Kudo took another deep breath not sure if what he was about to say would be okay, or if he would be left in the dirt, but he took the dive no matter what the cause. He sat down next to Rikuo. He looked into his eyes and took one last breath:

"I love you."