Whoa! It's been a while hasn't it! Something like half a year. It feels longer though, lol. Anyway, I had some cool ideas for this story and I have decided that I'm going to make it a HajikixKatana fic. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Golden eyes stared tiredly at the off-white ceiling, wondering why he couldn't remember anything from yesterday. All he remembered was getting a lead on Sayuri and being directed in a certain direction. He was restless so he didn't sleep; he just kept walking and walking and walking for miles.

Deciding that his brain hurt enough already, he grimaced and began looking around the room. Nothing seemed hostile and he wasn't tied to the bed, so either the person who captured him was overly trusting or… no! He refused to even thinking that he had to be saved and was now, recovering in a bed at some gay guy's apartment.

Hesitantly, he looked down and lifted the covers, then blushed furiously and put the covers back down, "Damn it, what happened while I was asleep!"

"Huh…" A small, tired groan came from the floor as Hajiki woke up. Katana looked over the edge of the bed and grimaced at the sight of the childish boy he loved to hate so much, "Katana? You're awake?"

"No, idiot, you're still dreaming. Of course I' awake, dumbsh, now tell exactly what happened before and while I was asleep! And where the f are my clothes!" Katana yelled, making Hajiki hold his ears closed.

"You could be grateful once in a while! I saved your fat ass, at least, I dragged you here from that bar you got drunk at!"

"Shut up! I have no reason to be grateful to a crap-hatted kid like you!"

"Don't make fun of my hat!"

"Crap-hat!"

"Stop it!"

"Make me!"

"Yeah? Well… well, your vest and tie make you look like an old geezer!"

"Hey, I pick out those clothes carefully every morning! At least my mom doesn't have to dress me!"

Hajiki stood up, fists clenched and cheek red with embarrassment. Katana also stood up, but the sheets were tied around his waist so he wasn't butt naked. Fists raised and glares exchanged were no match for Shun's all powerful fans.

-Whap- -Whap-

"You two are so immature." The blond said simply, "You should be in bed, resting!" He pointed at Katana, "And you should be getting out of those wet clothes! We've been here for a freakin' hour and you're still wearing them? Do you want to catch a cold!"

Katana opened his mouth to say something, but Shun whapped him with the fan again, "Do you even think about it! I let you both stay here out of the goodness of my heart, so you will respect me or you will leave. Right now, your clothes are being washed and dried, so pipe down, get back in bed, and get some rest!"

Shun left the room, a satisfied grin on his face. Both heavy metal operators watched, wide eyed as he left the room, a little bounce to his step.

"What the… that kid…"

"Is scary?"

"For once, we agree on something."

"Hehe, the mighty Katana is scared of a kid that's, like, half a foot shorter than him." Hajiki grinned slyly and snickered sarcastically.

Paying no attention to Hajiki, Katana sat back on the bed, suddenly feeling extremely cold. He lay back down, convincing himself that it was his decision and not the decision of the blond brat, and pulled the sheets over his shoulders. Suddenly the door opened and Katana's clothes were thrown at the bed, then the door closed. They were warm and most definitely attracted the attention of the owner. He jumped out of the bed, glancing over at Hajiki, "Turn around." He said, when he saw the kid looking in his direction.

"Jeez, we're both guys." He said, turning around as Katana put his boxers and pants on, "I'm I not worthy or something?"

Katana chuckled, "You're smarter than I thought." He looked at Hajiki, and gnawed his thumb in thought. Something wasn't right, "Hajiki, take off your clothes or you'll get sick. That other kid said so, remember?"

"Huh? Oh… yeah…" His voice was strained and his actions slow as he went to pull off his damp jacket, "You know… it's warm. I don't think I should-"

"Take it off!" Katana jumped from the bed, becoming more pissed off by the second.

"Why should I!" Hajiki yelled, but there was less fight. Katana sighed and stormed over to Hajiki, but the boy backed up, ending up at the wall, "Get away from me! Don't tell me… what to… do…" Suddenly, Hajiki's knee's buckled and he fell to the floor. Fortunately, Katana had been close enough and was now kneeling on the floor, Hajiki unconscious in his arms.

Katana dragged Hajiki over to the bed and removed his clothes with much less effort than Hajiki had removed his, then wrapped in Katana's trench coat, which was still warm from the dryer and tucked him under the covers.

"Did you ever have to do that with the little girl?" The door opened a crack and Shun poked his head in, "Just curious. You seem experienced."

"Yeah, she got sick sometimes… I got upset a lot because of it. But this kid… I hate him… but I feel just as upset… I hate him… so much…" He pulled one knee to his chest, letting the over hang off the bed, staring intently at Hajiki's still form, "Why?"

OMG! Yes, that's the end! A bit of OOCKatana, but not too much. It's natural, right? Anyway, R&R!