"Hei-heiwajima… Ts-tsuki.. Tsukishima."

He stuttered before bringing his tear filled carnelian eyes to meet Roppi's equally red ones. His cherry red orbs searched in those eyes that revealed nothing. For what, he wasn't sure, but still he held his gaze for as long as he could. The man clad in the red fur-trimmed jacket stood from his kneeling position and began to walk away from the grimy blubbering mess on the floor. The room was silent as the three men in the cavernous insides of the warehouse waited for his next course of action.

Even if Hachimenroppi's physical being was standing amongst the three, his mind was elsewhere. Presently, there were more pressing matters circulating in Roppi's mind that required his undivided attention. Prior to now, he had been diligently drawing up plans for his group's next attack, when he had been interrupted by his subordinates in need of his "guidance" as Linda called it. He didn't have time in his busy schedule to babysit random -and unwanted if he might add- visitors who came unannounced, but they had insisted that he come resolve this problem.

As he mulled over these suspicious happenings, he felt the urge to distance himself from the scene splayed before him. Something about this situation was off, he could feel it in the air around him. Something definitely wasn't right. But whatever it was, like the male on the floor, it was unwelcomed. For now he would ignore the dread in his stomach brought on by the newly acquired captive and resume to his duties. Unfortunately for him, he would have to deal with him eventually.

'Why can't they deal with such a simple task on their own? Can those idiots not think logically or even function properly without my say so? Useless!'

The raven cursed his lackeys in his head for dragging in such bad luck in the form of a man; and drawing so close to the upcoming project too! This would not go without its consequences and it would come back and bite him in the ass later, he was sure of it. N spite of that, maybe the male could be useful in some way?

Looking at said male, it was hard to imagine. All he had done at this point was look pathetic, but maybe he could use that to his advantage.

Seeing as how they detained their little pest, he was in no hurry to address it as of now. The kid and his suspicious appearance at the warehouse could wait. He mused over how someone such as the male on the floor could have possibly found himself in such a position- in more ways than one.

The raven furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. From what he had been briefed, the stranger was suspiciously loitering around the area for unknown purposes. Though, one thing was clear, he needed to be dealt with; by him of course. The kid could have some kind of useful or at the least interesting information in that head of his that he could draw out and exploit. And when the blond's information had no use for him, they could just get rid of him.

"Roppi-san~~ what should we do with him now?" His two subordinates eyed him expectantly. As loyal servants would, they waited for his instructions, eyes glued to him. There was a pause as the man pondered this before he finally spoke.

"Put him in storage room six for now." The raven said in a monotone voice.

"Got it~!" The blond in the white leather jacket saluted with a teasing smirk plastered on his face. "But hey-hey what about Kabe-kun? Outside he got his ass handed to him by-"

"Just do your damn job, Linda," The red-eyed male coldly snapped at him and turned his attentions toward the other man with the broken face. "and Kabe, go do something about your face, it's hard to look at you. How did you of all people get messed up that bad anyway? I would have thought that between the two of you, Linda would have been the one to get injured."

"Yes sir..." Kabe only nodded to him, reluctant to answer the other on how exactly he had been scuffed up so bad, his pride wouldn't allow it. The wall-like man silently lumbered off to go treat his injuries after being dismissed as the raven turned his attentions elsewhere.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my work, which you obviously don't have enough of if you come to bother me about something like this." Roppi said with a sharp glare set in his eyes, threatening words directed at the blond in the white jeans who hesitated at his words. Eyes widened in surprise, his small mouth clamping shut and for once the blond was quiet. His grim face turned to a dark smirk when he saw that expression on the smaller blond males features. Even if it was something as simple as dishing out more work, he felt good to hold some sort of leverage over him.

See as how this little gathering had begun to disperse, Roppi turned to take his leave and return to his earlier obligations. Now there was no more reason for him to stay any longer than what was expected of him. The heavy silence was interrupted by the momentarily forgotten bespectacled male still on the floor. He attempted to raise his eye line to the receding raven just out of his reach. He had to say something, anything, before he lost this chance, seeing as it was unlikely for him to get another try at begging for mercy. If he even lived that long.

"Pl-please..." The male choked out desperately only to trail off when no other words came to him. Roppi glanced over his shoulder halfheartedly, casting an eye down at the hiccuping blond angling himself to meet his gaze. He narrowed his eyes at the man preventing him from leaving. Humans really were annoying.

"Please don't hurt me." Tsuki begged, tears trailing down his scraped-raw cheeks. The male was a pathetic sight. The wet fluid ran in rivers, creating streaks through the dirt and gravel that caked his cheeks. His thin-rimmed glasses that awkwardly balanced on his face were cracked in one lense. A small fracture could be seen, only spanning the upper right corner, but still damaged none the less. He tried to sit upright in his uncomfortable slumped position but failed miserably in the process to crumble face first into the chilling concrete of the warehouse floor.

Another wave of tears pricked his eyes as his forehead rubbed against the cold floor. It was frustrating; being in such a degrading position made Tsuki want to crawl in a hole and die. Under the stares of his captors he felt smaller and weak, and especially defenseless. He wished they would stop looking at him with such pity and disgust, but his thoughts were not granted. The two pairs of eyes continued to bore into him. He couldn't blame them though, even he knew he looked pathetic.

The crouching figure next to Roppi's blond subordinate groveled on the floor like a beaten animal cowering under its attackers hand. The male curled into himself as grossing sobs filled the large room. Just looking at him annoyed Roppi. The raven felt anything but sympathetic towards the abused captive, in fact he found the weakness in the other to be rather repulsive.

'Pitiful...' Roppi thought and turned away with his face contorted in disgust. He didn't want to have to look at this filth anymore.

Tsuki couldn't help but cry out once more to the man who turned his back to him. It was as if he was dismissing his men to dispose of the trash that had contaminated him just by laying his eyes on Tsuki. He was anxious and terrified of not knowing what was going to happen.

"Don't worry~!" A bubbling voice came from behind him. He craned his head in the direction of the other, smaller, blond. Linda attempted to give a reassuring smile as if trying to cheer up a small child, though the male on the ground was far from it. His small gesture did the exact opposite that Linda had intended when he saw Tsuki scrunch his face up in fear and scoot away from him. The tension in the air hadn't eased in the slightest.

"Roppi is just gonna ask you some questions, that's all." Linda assured. His words only made Tsukishima's concerns rise and he wasn't sure if he should confide in the boy or not. For now he just ignored the other blond and turned his face away. Despite that, footsteps approached him. He didn't have to guess who it was since Linda and him were the only ones left in the expansive warehouse.

The blond snaked his arms under the other's armpits and pulled upwards in an futile attempt to lift the male to his feet. Linda had a bit of trouble heaving the taller male up. No matter how much he struggled he didn't budge an inch! The guy was at least three times taller than him, but still rather skinny, so it shouldn't have been a problem.

'Even if he's skinny, he's heavy as hell!' After many tries, the petrified Tsukishima was unceremoniously lifted up off the ground, stumbling to his feet.

"Damn, I'm like a shrimp compared to you, and fuck, what are you made of, lead?!" Linda joked in a slightly winded voice. To that, Tsuki voiced no response. The other continued rambling anyway.

"Though I'm surprised you woke up so soon… I gotcha pretty good if I do say so myself, so you'd normally be out cold right now! Not to mention, I noticed you're pretty strong too- are you a superhero or something?"

"..."

"Fine, don't say anything then." Linda pouted and finally shutting up.

As soon as the scarved blond had regained his footing, he was herded into a long hall with doors lengthily spaced about on either side. Keeping his head bowed to his chest trying to hide in his scarf, he didn't resist as Linda pushed him to keep walking. Unconsciously, he noted that some of the doors were thick metal while others were just standard doors that you would see in a normal office. As to why they varied, Tsuki did not know, nor did he care to find out.

The dimly lit corridor was endless. He could barely see beyond himself or where he was going, resulting in him stumbling a few times. The farther they progressed down the passage, the darker it seemed to become. Echoes of their footsteps bounced off the walls as they continued on. Tsuki took to keeping his head down and stared at his shoes as he shuffled along. His mind began to mirror the blank and dim atmosphere surrounding him. Carnelian eyes had become swollen and irritated from all his crying, but he couldn't do anything about it with his wrists cuffed. The feeling was far from pleasant.

'Am I really going to be questioned or am I walking to my death? How do I tell if they're lying? Am I safe?'

These were the only questions that resonated inside his numbing mind. Coming to some sort of conclusion of these thoughts deemed fruitless, at every attempt to form an answer, his mind worked against him. Thoughts abruptly stopped and faded back into the fear induced silence of his consciousness. Maybe it was for the best if he didn't know.

Before he fully registered what was happening, Tsukishima felt a sharp tug on the cuffs binding his wrists, indicating him to halt. Tsuki blinked away the haze that clouded his mind and raised his head. No one had uttered a word along the way to the "room six" that his captors had spoken of, but now a large metal door loomed in front of the two. A small white number six was sloppily painted onto the door, so plain and unassuming to the naked eyes that you might miss it at a glance. A door; identical to the ones they passed earlier. But Tsukishima saw the scene differently. "Room six" wasn't a door, It was a silent monster waiting to swallow the blond males whole and lock its jaws tight. Never would he see the light of day again. He could never escape.

'Its going to eat me,'

Tsuki's heart began to race as the smaller male reached to open the dreaded door.

'Please, don't open it!'

His hand wrapped around the knob of the door and Tsuki grew even more anxious as the seconds ticked by. He imagined rows upon rows of jagged yellowed teeth that could easily tear through flesh, the cavernous mouth subtly beckoning it's prey to come inside. A rancid smell of rotting flesh crawled its way up the beast's throat and washed over him. The scent of the monsters decaying victims, the ones who had been deceived to enter the jaws of the beast, rose from the depths of its stomach. He wanted to look away, but Tsukishima's eyes were glued to the hand on the knob of the door.

The hand gradually twisted the knob and pushed. To Tsukishima's mild relief and surprise, Linda eased the door open to reveal a large room with cement walls and no windows. The room was bare, all but for a stainless steel table, two matching chairs and a closed black case. Nothing out of the ordinary, just an interrogation room. Not the bowels of some beast. A heavy exhale he hadn't known he was holding escaped him as he entered the plain "room six".

Inside the blank room, the atmosphere resembled that of the hallway: empty and void of life. By just standing inside made Tsuki uncomfortable. He could tell that the room had been neglected.

The corners of the room pocketed dirt and grime that had built up over a long period of time. Questionable rust colored stains painted the floor and speckled splatters contrasted with the cold grey of the walls. From what he saw, these people didn't seem to have cleanliness and upkeep as their highest priority. The composition of the other rooms they had passed along the way were likely the same as this, but could that also be said for the stains..?

Though, even if they looked the same, each of these rooms probably had different uses... 'What exactly goes on in these rooms..?' He reluctantly questioned.

A wave of nausea washed over him as thoughts of what they might do to him flooded his mind as he stared at the stains scattered about the room. He felt smaller hands on his bound wrists, pushing him forward to the chair furthest from the door. Tsuki scuttled over to the chair taking a rushed seat, wanting to be as far away from Linda as he was allowed. His chair was cold to the touch and uncomfortable to sit in. The steel seat had no cushion and the icy feel pricked like needles deep into the warmth of his skin; the sensation lingered and ebbed. He had the urge to curl into a ball and shrink into himself and detach his mind from this reality he found himself in.

Linda gave the larger male one last glance before taking a deep inhale. "I wouldn't try anything stupid if I were you. Roppi-san doesn't have much patience to begin with... so I wouldn't test it." Linda said with pity and what Tsuki perceived was concern in his voice.

Without another word, the blond exited the room. Closing the door with an echoing click and the jingle of keys, Tsuki was left alone in the cold and dreary space. Only his thoughts of what would come kept him company in the silence.

As Linda sauntered down the hallway, hands in his pockets, he hoped that the blond didn't get too cut up during his little session with Roppi. Speaking of the raven, Roppi was a force to be reckoned with and it was best to not get on his bad side. The blond shivered, as he knew that all too well.

It'd be a shame if that boy was damaged past recognition with such a pretty face...

And, truth be told, he really didn't want to clean up a gruesomely bloody mess, he inwardly admitted. He hated having to do the dirty jobs, especially alone. Did Roppi-san and the rest seriously expect him to do something like that? He wasn't their cleaning lady! This was not what he had agreed to do when he had joined.

Being polite and cleaning up after other people was not in Linda Masaomi's job description!

'If there's a mess, I'll just make someone else clean it up~!' He concluded, skipping down the rest of the length of the hall humming to himself.


It felt like hours had passed as Tsuki sat in the dimly lit room awaiting for what he was sure to come. The chances of him escaping now were slim to none, and he knew it. So, the only other option was to obediently sit in the chair, stay quiet, and wait.

Waiting. That's what made Tsukishima most anxious.

Who were these people? The question gnawed at him while his imaginations ran wild. What were they even doing that was so dangerous? He hadn't seen much other than Linda and that 'Kabe-kun' leaving the warehouse he currently resided in. He wasn't doing anything to alarm or provoke them, he had just found himself lost.

'They don't know that do they?'

They thought he had seen whatever they were scheming. It must have been something important enough for them to go after him. He knew now that coming here was a very very bad idea and that these people were not to be underestimated or messed with. They definitely wouldn't let him go back home at this point. He had seen too much. So what were they to do with him now? They wouldn't hesitate to kill him, if need be.

Would they kill him and dump his body in Tokyo bay? 'What was it called in the movies? "sleeping with the fishes"..?' Tsuki bantered inwardly, but failing immensely at cheering himself up with a morbid joke.

'-Or would they drive out to middle of nowhere and leave me to eventually die of starvation or dehydration? No, thats way too simple and there's a possibility someone might find my body. Maybe they'll do experimentation's on me and feed me untested drugs until I'm a vegetable? What if they sell my organs on the black market or-!'

Tsuki was dragged from his ever darkening thoughts at the rattle of the door knob across the area of the room. At that slight sound, his heartbeat quickened and he shivered, making his hands chafe in the tight cuffs behind him. His breath escaped him as anxiety once again overtook any sense he had managed to acquire while he had waited. The sting of unshed tears threatened to cloud his eyesight as the reality of his situation completely sunk in.

The raven from before closed the door behind himself as he slowly entered the room.


All was silent in the space save for the keen echo of Roppi's black shoes against the concrete as he approached. The two males eyed each other, not uttering a expression on the raven's face was blank and unreadable whilst the blond was the complete opposite: fear and confusion was evidently painted across his features.

Roppi considered the blond males appearance at the warehouse to be quite random and unexpected, to say the least. Though, it's not as if he could have foreseen or prepared for something like this, it just happened by chance...

'Or was this really just "chance". Have they already figured out my plans?' He mused while staring the blond down.

Either way, this incident threw his day-to-day schedule and duties out of their balance. It was surprising and caught him off guard at first when his men had dragged in the limp body of the young male in front of him, the raven couldn't deny. He had tried to conceal his surprise with a frown, putting on his masks before anyone might notice. He didn't want to show the others that he had been fazed, he had to be impassive. There couldn't be any doubts or now.

Though, he still questioned whether all of this was just coincidence or intentional.

'This was by no means a coincidence, he couldn't have just happened to wander in here by accident… could he?'

A nagging feeling in the back of his mind said that this boy was not to be trusted.

Roppi's doubts about this occurrence fought with his instincts. The blond's outward demeanor was so much like that of a child, so innocent and defenseless, unable to even harm a fly. He was open like a picture book, so what did he have to hide? No, he of all people knew that appearances were deceiving! That fact alone fed to the growing urge to pry apart his captive's facade and unearth the true, raw, bloody colors of his heart that lay underneath and see for himself.

By forcefully peeling off all of the layers to reveal what was deep inside huddled in the confines of his captive's minds was what Roppi enjoyed the most of his interrogations. To pick apart and analyze these humans, bending and breaking them to his will, they showed him the spectrum of all their crude colors. Inside, lodged under all those lies... they were all bitter. He had the satisfaction of showing the world that all of these humans that corrupted it were just as cruel and wicked as the next! Proving to everyone -no, to himself- that he was right all along. They were all the same.

But maybe this new toy could show him a new shade of venom bitterness that coursed through the humans' veins.

He could tell just by looking, this boy was different from the others who came to this room. He was… Sharper. Roppi's eyes narrowed at the detainee. He was quite the thespian. Others might not have been able to notice or pick up on this, but Roppi couldn't be fooled so easily. The blond knew how to play the part of an innocent bystander caught up in the crossfire without the bat of an eyelash. This was the first for a long time that he had found someone who could portray their role so flawlessly.

'How interesting.' The raven smirked inwardly, on the outside he showed nothing.

For now he could toy with him to test the male's limits before he got too serious, even if only a little- or at least until he became a liability.

"Strip." Roppi instructed bluntly with a deep frown set upon his lips. Tsuki looked up at the raven haired male, eyes wide in shock and confusion that momentarily overpowered his fear.

"Yo-you want me… M-me to-" Tsuki stammered, stumbling over his words, but was soon cut off by Roppi's wandering eyes.

"Oh, I guess you can't…" He sighed as he approached the flustered blond. Roppi turned the chair towards himself when he just happened to remember the boy was still bound. A small yelp escaped the startled Tsukishima when the chair was haphazardly swung to face the raven male that towered over him. He threw a questionable look at the male above him that the other ignored.

This boy was so easily unnerved that it puzzled him. What was so embarrassing about taking a few articles of clothing off in front of someone of the same gender? It wasn't as if this was totally foreign to people, yet the boy in front of him was acting like a shy school girl. He sighed yet again and rolled his eyes cynically. He really didn't understand humans at all.

The room was silent as a pair of thin pale hands reached for the blond's neck. Tsuki gulped and squeezed his eyes shut, heart picking up pace. He was restrained and unable to do much in his panicking state. If the raven intended to harm him, he would have no way of defending himself from his captor. A flicker of fear sparked in his chest as he helplessly waited for the hands to close around his throat.

There was a slight tug around his neck, but nothing more. Even when he awaited for the fingers to claw at his throat, they never came.

The blond cautiously cracked an eye open. Roppi had begun to unravel Tsuki's white scarf from around his neck, revealing untouched snow white flesh. He tossed the scarf, disregarding it onto the table and went back to his work of undressing the blond. His next priority was the bartender-like suit.

'Suits him...' Roppi couldn't help but comment to himself. One after another, the black buttons on Tsuki's vest came undone with swift fingers.

"Wha- Wait! N-no, you don't have to do that!" Tsuki's panic filled voice echoed throughout the room as the raven fiddled with the red bow tie around his neck. He could undress himself all on his own there was no need for someone else to do it for him!

' I can do it, now if it wasn't for these cuffs..!' He tugged at the cuffs and whimpered desperately.

Roppi halted and looked Tsuki in his deep red eye's. He wasn't at all fazed by the blonds opposition of what he was currently in the middle of doing, but he wanted to see the boys reaction.

"I have to check you for a wire, so yes, I do have to do this." Roppi said continuing in disrobing Tsuki of his black vest, not removing his eyes from the seemingly younger males. What else would he be doing? As he thought about it, his mind began to wander-

'-No. Stop thinking.'

"I-I can d-do it myself…" The blond said almost under his breath. Tsuki's hushed comment didn't get past Roppi's ears and he sharply responded.

"Captives don't get such free reign."

Within seconds, Roppi's hands were undoing the last button on Tsuki's white dress shirt. Tsuki's face turned hot pink when cold fingers grazed his flesh. His back arched away at the alien contact to his unblemished skin. Being in contact with those icy fingers was strange but it wasn't any better than the cold back of the chair that easily penetrated the thin fabric of his shirt. For now he had to be good and endure it, or else Roppi might get mad. He didn't know what would happen if Roppi got mad, and Linda had warned him not to anger the raven. It would be best to play it safe for now.

Hachimenroppi rested his hands on Tsuki's toned chest before slowly moving them down his hips to his lower back. The raven began groping and fondling his back for a wire, that the blond knew, wasn't there. Feeling fingers down the length of his spine, the blond shivered at the concentrated touches. He tucked his head to his chest, assuming an almost pained expression. Of course, the raven noticed this.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, or is there something you don't want me to find?" Roppi put more emphasis on last part to prompt the male.

"Of c-course not, I have nothing t-to hide!" Tsukishima responded a little too quickly, making him sound even more suspicious. "I-it's just.."

"-It's just..?" The raven prodded and teased, knowing his toy was embarrassed but feigned ignorance.

"Nothi-mnngh-iing!" he shuddered at his touch.

Roppi almost smirked at the boy's reaction to his fingers circling in the small dip in his back. The way his cheeks pinkened was as amusing as he thought it would be.

"Wh-why did you d-do that!?" The boy questioned heatedly when he regained his voice.

"My hand slipped, ignore it." Roppi brushed the question off easily. He could tell that the other wanted to say more but decided against it. He resumed his ministrations, trying his best to hold in a snicker at the squirming blond.

Tsuki averted his gaze to his lap, flushed from ear to ear, biting his lower lip to conceal a throated moan. He tried to convince himself that the raven was just checking him for anything suspicious, but it was becoming harder and harder to believe. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the heat of the raven's breath on the nape of his bare neck.

"Mmmf..!" The rhythmic sound of his own heartbeat thrummed in Tsuki's ears. Drawing blood from his bottom lip at the sensation of Roppi's nails gently grazing the hem of his pants. A very weird sensation bloomed in the pit of his stomach which confused him to no end. He didn't understand it. Why did he feel this way? Why was he making such, such lewd noises? He didnt like it, that much he knew. It felt... wrong. Tsukishima scrunched his face up, trying to resist the odd coiling in his tummy, hoping that it would cease soon. He wanted to hide his face in his scarf in shame from all the sounds that even he hadn't known he could make escaped him.

All the while, Roppi inspected the boy before him with calculating eyes, not missing a beat to observe and soak in every small detail, every slight movement the blond boy made. Even the restrained reactions and noises Tsukishima was making amused the raven. Toying with him was so easy and how the blond reacted only egged him on further. To be able to hold such power over another made him feel… authoritative. He couldn't stop himself from continuing to play with the preoccupied male slumped in front of him.

Roppi slowly slid the thin fabric over the boys shoulders and down his arms, only to get caught around his bound wrists along with the black vest. His eyes lingered for much too long at the expanse of freshly uncovered skin. He had to admit that even battered and bruised, the blond was still rather handsome. Although he had a pretty plain japanese-looking face, almond shaped eyes rimmed with thick blond lashes complimented his pale skin and accentuated his simple features. His small nose was sharp and slim, dividing the two sides of his symmetrical visage. Relatively thin caramel colored arched eyebrows that added to his childish exterior were knit together in a bewildered expression. His strong heart shaped jawline tensed at the close proximity of the raven. The glasses were the cherry on top as a finishing touch to his already magnanimous looks.

His gaze trailed up to the mess of golden locks framing his well defined cheek bones. Rarely ever did he come across a Japanese person with blond hair, save for Linda who insisted on constantly dying it for some reason. At closer inspection he saw that the roots were an equal shade of honey blond, unlike his smaller subordinate's, which were a darker pigment at the roots. Linda's hair was obviously bleached to high hell, like the dirty rat he was. In contrast,Tsuki's was a delicious golden shade of light butterscotch. He could feel himself drifting away from his initial intentions... what was he supposed to be doing right now?

-Oh well, it didn't really matter to him at this point, he was busy with more... interesting tasks.

'His skin is so soft and smooth... same as a girls.' Roppi commented to himself.

'I wonder if he smells like one too..?'

The blond tried his best to ignore the raven and shut him out, as if he wasn't even there. If he was cooperative with the raven, this "interrogation" would soon be over. With hopeful ambition, he sat obediently in silence like a dog forced into submission by its newly self-appointed master, because that was all he could do. He just needed to-

Driven by pure curiosity, the raven leaned forward to inhale the other's presence, right in the soft curve of his neck. He smelt of honey… and a hint of vanilla. Sweet; like a pastry shop. The smell was a tad bit intoxicating and the raven's mouth watered at the sweet aroma. Then he froze, realizing what he had just done. The blond had also frozen, petrified at his continued invasion of space. Attempting to be as nonchalant about it as he could make it seem, the male pulled away. He hadn't expected himself to actually lean down and smell him! His body just moved on it's own.

'I really shouldn't be letting my guard down.' He tsked, lightly coming to his senses. He was getting off task. He needed to get back to actually checking him for a wire.

Roppi leisurely kneeled down in front of him, moving his hands to Tsuki's thighs, and began to thoroughly pat him down. The raven slowly slid his hands down Tsukishima's legs making sure there was no bug in his clothes. Retracing his palms up his calves, squeezing lightly, he made his way back up to his lap. He felt the male's muscles tense up as he searched his body in a very unsympathetic manner. Roppi looked up at the blond's face, looking for any signs that he was relieved to see the raven had not found anything yet. A shadow had fallen over his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression.

He leaned just a bit closer to Tsuki trying to read his features. His right hand unconsciously sliding up from the bespectacled males knee to the top of his thigh, dangerously close to Tsuki's crotch. The other hand still firmly planted on Tsuki's knee squeezed just slightly at the pressure of his slow motion.

The glare of the lighting reflecting off the lenses of the males thin-rimmed glasses blocked those piercing carnelian orbs that rivaled his own. Roppi's eyes traveled south to Tsukishima'slips. The blond males thin pink lips glistened with his saliva, quivering as he fidgeted uncomfortably in his presence. The raven had the urge to reach out and touch them. He hadn't realized the hand that was on the blonds knee had involuntarily started moving towards those rosy lips-

"Nn-ngh… N-no stop!" The stammered cry forced its way past clenched teeth. The sound was almost inaudible. Almost.

At the noise, he stopped his outstretched hand before his cold fingers could acquaint themselves with Tsuki's lips. Unfortunately, his movements didn't go unnoticed. Tsuki's head snapped up to meet his lustful gaze, red eye's wide in awe at the other male. As if sensing Roppi's lewd thoughts Tsukishima's blush darkened and he averted his gaze back to the floor, unable to look him in the eye. While he had been reaching out for those lips, he was oblivious to the action of his thumb rubbing the others inner thigh. One move of his thumb absentmindedly grazing the growing bulge in between his legs to make the boy voice his displeasure and break him from his trance.

'What. The. Fuck.' What was wrong with him today? To allow himself to go so far was not what he intended, nor for the events to escalate that quickly!

Roppi's hands hastily removed themselves from Tsuki. Leaving his firm chest out in the open for prying eyes. He took a step back and released a shaky breath he wasn't aware he was holding and raked his hand through his black locks. He hadn't expected to lose his sense of restraint so easily. Losing his composition wasn't good, it was risky. He gave Tsukishima one last glance before sitting in a seat of his own. Tsuki finally looked up from the floor, and was greeted with an annoyed scowl.

"Tch, Let's get this over with already."


Author's note 1: Howds This be Fushiko~! We did another chapter *woot-woot*! This was pretty hard! ShibaInu made everything as overly difficult as she possibly could- thanks soo much for that. It was originally a 20 page chapter so we split it into 2 parts. And after separating it we add to the first part and it became like 15 pages. So yeah- long update, Oh yay~! It might take awhile till we finish patching up the 2nd part to this 'cuz "life" and stuff (ShibaInu)… pfft. More like us getting distracted on how good looking Shizuo be. Hot damn indeed. Anywho please review we'd really like to hear what you Humans think of this so far and all dat jazz~ \(^w^)/ Bye-nii~!

Author's note 2: It's Mahou-ShibaInu yo! Thank you all wonderful people who read the latest installment of the sack of potatoes dubbed 'Live For Me'! (even though it's only the second one..) It means a lot to both of us that you would come back to read and it makes all our struggling worth it. I really tried on this chapter, trying to make it the best I could to my abilities- with the prodding and help of Fushiko of course. She really helped me smooth everything out and make it flow so that it was even somewhat comprehensible and vice versa! We also added some tasteful yummyness in there (did we go too far?), so please tell us what you think cuz that would make us happy and give us insight on your guys' opinions of this fic to encourage our lazy asses to write. See you guys (hopefully!) in the next chapter! Bye-byee~