The rest of the ride to Hong Kong was a very silent one. Not a soul spoke one word because of the scene that Rikuo and Leon had made. Rikuo was in the center of the spotlight and was closely watched by everyone, in fear that he would get angry again and kill another person. He sat in the same place at the tip of the ship where Leon had him. He was the most silent of the crowd. His head was held in his hands and his knees were pulled close to his chest.
As for Kazahaya, he took a seat in one of the plastic chairs that sat with the tables. He kept his head held low and his hands placed neatly in his lap. He felt stupid for even trusting Leon. He hated himself right now and a small number of people died that night because of him.
The ship docked around noon the next day and everyone quickly got off. Rikuo and Kazahaya were the last ones that touched land. Kakei and Saiga were standing at the dock waiting for the two of them.
"How was the trip?" Kakei asked as they walked over to where he stood. He smiled to the both of them but frowned when no one answered.
"Can we just go home…?" Kazahaya finally said.
Kakei didn't ask why he wanted to get home so soon. He already knew the answer anyway. "Sure." He said then guided them to the airport where a helicopter was ready for them. Kazahaya and Rikuo sat in the back while Kakei sat in the front with Saiga who was driving the small aircraft. The plane was off the ground and into the air in no time and they were heading back toward Tokyo.
The trip was as quiet as the boat trip was and much less lifeless. Not one of the four boys looked at one another. Until half way through, then Kazahaya spoke up with only two words. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Rikuo asked in a deep voice. He moved his head just barely so that he could see Kazahaya for himself. "You should be more than sorry for what you've done."
Kazahaya moved his hands into his own hair. He gripped the light brown locks into his fists tightly. It was clear that he was frustrated. "I'm sorry for being stupid. I'm sorry for being the way I am. I'm even sorry for my terrible cooking."
Rikuo sat and watched him for a few seconds. His eyes lingered on Kazahaya's teal ones as if asking for the truth. And that's just what he found. "Don't be. It was my fault. I told you that I would protect you from him. And I failed…again."
"How could you even forgive me?" Kazahaya asked. He slowly tipped his head over to look at Rikuo. "I actually trusted him…and because of that, those people died." He whispered harshly. He looked to his hands then forced them into tight balls. Those innocent people's screams ran through his mind. He could hear all of them yelling at him. Yelling at him because it was his fault they died. He moved his arms to hug himself tightly; knowing Rikuo wouldn't do it. He shut his eyes tightly to try and block out the screams but it was no use. Tears squeezed from his shut eyes and slid down his smooth face. "It was as if…as if I killed them."
"Kazahaya…" he whispered back to him. He reached over and wrapped his arms tightly around him. He hugged him close and cradled him in his arms. "Stop blaming yourself." For some reason, this brought tears to his own eyes. They stung horribly as they fell from his eyes and landed on Kazahaya's head. "You didn't do anything wrong, and you know that."
Kudo sobbed into Rikuo's chest. His partner's comforting words calmed him a little but the tears in his eyes still raged on. "Rikuo…" he whispered. His sad teal eyes shot up to meet the others. One of his arms moved to wrap around the large neck to pull him up. His soft lips pressed lightly to Rikuo's chapped ones.
Oddly enough, Rikuo was a little nervous about placing his lips on those angelic soft ones. He was afraid that what Leon had said was true and that he would taste him on them. He hoped for the best and waited for those lips to make contact with his own. As soon as they did, he tasted them. He could taste Kazahaya strongly but somewhere buried deep within it, he could find a hint of Leon. But he knew that within time that it would go away and he would once again have Kazahaya's taste all to himself.
Kazahaya held onto the kiss for what seemed forever thinking that it might take his mind off of the terrible event that happened that night. It didn't. His tears fought to stop but they continued to leek from his teary eyes. He stuffed his face into Rikuo's shirt, pressing his entire body close. "Please, just hold me."
The psychic moved Kazahaya to press harder to his chest. He held the small body close to his own larger one. His hands stroked his hair back gently. After he found the softest patch of hair, he dug his nose into the brown strands. "Nothing is going to happen to you, Kazahaya. Not ever again. This time, I swear it…"