A/N: Sorry for the wait. I have a confirmed case of the piggy flu, so expect more updates.

I messed up! I thought Jack And Rose danced downstairs on the third night, but it was the second, wasn't it? Well I'm confused, so they'll dance in steerage on the third night.

Also, I know it jumps around a lot...I just somehow couldn't find a way to connect the scenes. Sorry if it's confusing.

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A bit uncomfortably, Yuui sat on one of the dark wood chairs, his shoulders hunched and his palms digging into the legs of his pants. He heard Kurogane shut the door behind him and walk over to sit on the bed outside his vision.

There was a growl of "Having fun annoying the shit out of me?"

"Sorry, Kuro-roo," said Yuui, shoving a smile onto his face. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the look on Kurogane's face that said he read right through him. "I guess I just became anxious after my dream and came here on a whim."

Under his eyelids he could almost see Kurogane's scowling face, almost hear the thoughts in the other man's head screaming at him to tell the truth. Yet all that was said was, "Whatever." He opened his eyes when he heard a rustle, and found the man had taking out some wine and a few glasses.

"You're allowed alcahol?" Fai asked, but the only answer he was given was a glass of clear liquid. It wasn't wine, it was vodka....Not that he was displeased in any way. He immediatly took a swing, and immediatly Kurogane wished he hadn't.

If he acted insane and drunk, mabe he'd avoid getting interrigated. If he acted hyper and out of control, mabe the night would never be brought up again. Mabe if he pushed the man farther away, Kurogane wouldn't allow him to get closer.

And so, at almost three in the morning, there was a loud commotion before a (surprizingly) sober man in a worn out suit was seen strolling down to the lower decks. He had acomplished his task, or so he thought. Because somehow that thick facade made a certain someone want to break it, just to see what was under it.

He fell asleep with inexcapable calamity in his stomach and had dreams of Kurogane that kept him tossing and turning all night. Thankfully they didn't turn too wet, because if they did he would have died a bit inside. They were abstract, and the dirtiest they became was a shirtless Kurogane, which was sexy, mabe nosebleed worthy, but not sleeping-orgasm-enducing.

When he woke, he felt as if he hadn't slept at all, but still continued to get dressed.

Fai wondered why there was a huge bruise on his brother's side. He scowled at it, and then up at Yuui's face, and upon seeing his brother's look the blonde only said, "Funny story, Fai. I was thrown off Kurger and into a table." Because he could never lie to his brother.

"Kurger?" Fai cocked a brow.

"Kurogane Suwa," he somehow laughed, picking his shirt off the bed. "Big brute of a man, though woman think he's something to look at, and I can't deny it...." He paused a murmured, "He's very perceptive though....I try and push him away, but we both come back."

This intrigued the twin sitting on the bunk. "Kurogane? What does he look like?"

"About yae tall-" He motioned to a place above him. "First class, tough looking, black hair and red eyes....Have you see him?" He asked, pausing with his fingers on the buttons of his shirt.

Fai shrugged. "Once. Mabe twice."

"You have to meet him!" Yuui said ethusiastically. "He'd hate it if he figured out I had a twin!"

The twin on the bed chuckled a bit at his brother's antics. "I'd rather not give him a chance to hate you more. How about we let him figure it out by himself? I'd like to see his face then."

Yuui consitered this as he finished with his shirt. It felt as if he wasn't spending any time with his brother. For the whole of their lives it had just been them, it seemed, exept for the years too early to remember and the few occassions they had slipped from the accursed mansion, though those times they had gotten beaten horribly when they were found. Because that man was inexcapable, no matter what alias he used.

And still, there was that horrible feeling the pit of his stomach that pushed him to say randomly, "I love you, Fai."

"I love you too, Yuui."

Yuui ended up apart from Fai again, walking around with Grace yet again. He hardly knew how it had happened, but it had, and as he showed Grace the letter B he asked himself, "Why am I here? Why am I not with Fai?" But he had no answer.

"Yuui?" Grace asked as she skipped cutely along, her red curles bouncing around her face. He raised a brow, and she said, "I love you."

He smiled a bit at the innocence in those eyes. Grace came from a family of ten. Of course she wouldn't get a lot of attention, and loved being with him. It was an odd feeling, being loved by someone else. Of course Ashura had no room to love the little boys that had been shoved upon him; how could a killer love? And they had had almost no contact with anyone else, and when they had been out in the world it had been very briefly.

"I love you too," he answered, scooping her up, but somehow he didn't have room to love even her, because he was afraid of what might happen to this fragile little being. Another lie. Because the only one he could love was Fai. Fai was a constant, always there, never changing, always loving. Forever. Or so he thought.

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Fai swept the hair away with a swift movement of his foot and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked exactly like his brother, his blond locks no longer long enough to be pulled into a pony-tail. He had actually done a very good job, he told himself, turning to rummage through the few things Yuui had brought, pulling out a suite. He used his own pair of suspenders and shoes, and soon he was off to find Kurogane.

Why had he gone to drastic measures? His brother deserved someone, no matter how dumb he was. Yuui was stupid enough to push people away, and Fai couldn't comprehend why. Why would he do such a thing? Did he think having someone else would get in the way of their relationship or something? God, Yuui was a real dumbass.

So he braved the rude looks and searched the first-class halls for what seemed hours. He wasn't allowed in the first class smoking, dining, or writing rooms, which extended his search. But then he cought him on his way to his room to get something after lunch, which Fai hadn't attended much to Yuui's growing concern.

"Didn't I tell you not to come searching for me?" He snapped.

Fai was very smart, and he kenw he brother probably better than he knew himself, and so he snapped a smile onto his face and said, "But it's booooring."

"Where's that girl?" he shot, opening the door to his room but making no effort to shut it behind him.

Fai followed him in with, "Her parents wanted her to stay with them."

"Then what do you want?" Kurogane took out a small parcel from one of his unpacked suite cases but didn't bother to show Fai what it was.

"What's that?" Because surely Yuui would want to know.

"None of your business." He put it into the inside pocket of his jacket, snapping, "I own a trading business, meaning I have customers, more than I can say for the likes of you. No what the hell do you want, dumbass?"

"Well, I know some people who can play instroments, and I thought it'd be more entertaining down with us. There'll be alcahol, and entertainment, and more exitement than politics and high-class life." He smiled wider. "I bet you can beat everyone at arm restling. And I want to show you how well I can dance!"

"Why the hell would I want to go down to steerage?" Kurogane snapped loudly.

Fai shrugged. "It's more lively?" He tried.

"Speeking of third class, get back down there!" snapped the other as he made to leave, closing the door behind them and striding away. But still Fai followed, just because it was pretty fun.

"But there's actually something to look at up here!"

Kurogane snapped, "Like what?"

Fai caught the hint of red in the taller man's ears and laughed, saying what Kurogane had been thinking even though it had not been his original intention. "You, of course!"

"Shaddup," snapped the other, and before Fai had a chance to say anything else embarassing he strode off and slipped into a room he could not enter.

It was in the hands of whatever God there was, so the blonde went to go sulk about his loss of hair, only to have Yuui do it for him later.

"Fai, what would posses you to do that!?" the twin exclaimed loudly. Too keep his pony tail, Fai had weathered a more than a single beating for going against the wishes of Ashura. That, combined with the things he had done to go against their adoptive father, and Yuui thought it lucky that Fai hadn't gotten himself calstrated, consitering Ashura's dark history. "After everything you went through to keep your hair, you just lob it off? What the hell!"

"It was getting in my face," was Fai's only reply.

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Was that...KUROGANE?

Yuui almost gagged on his beer. He must be drunk. He must be drunk. He must be drunk. Why else would he see a dark haired figure standing with his arms crossed on the other side of the room when said person was supposed to be somewhere else, with his first-class friends? But how could your eyes meet so intesely with a mirage.

"Fai do you-" but Fai was gone. He turned this way and that, but could not find a face so much like his own, a blond mop of hair likes his. So he turned back to where Kurogane was, still leaning against the white-washed walls across the room. The loud music seemed to die away, the dancing couples seemed to melt into the background, and the smell of alcahol and unwashed bodies became not. He just gaped at the other. Why hadn't his plan worked?

Suddenly there was a tug on his pant leg, and he came tumbling back into conciousness sharply, everything so vivid: the music too loud, the smells too strong. He looked down startledly to see green eyes staring back up. "Yuui, can I dance with you?"

"Surprized to see me, idiot?"

He spun around, ignoring Grace, and found himself face-to-face with red eyes. He stepped back, almost into the little girl, and swallowed. He didn't want to be near this man anymore, because he didn't want to rely on him like the previous night. The sick feeling came back into his stomache, stronger than ever, backing him up, because that horrible feeling could be a result of this man.

"Yeah, I guess I am, Kuro-mii." He slapped a smile on to his face messily.

"Why'd you invite me then?" snapped the other.

Yuui's mind broke down for a brief moment. Totally ran out of steam and came to a halting, sputtering stop. And then it came roaring to life with an angry growl as he remembered he had a twin that now looked exactly like him in every way. Why would Fai do this? But he still had to play along like it was himself who had invited him down here in the first place, because who would believe the "evil twin brother" charade when said brother was not present?

"I didn't think Mr. High and Mighty would actually come down here!" he said, but he turned sharply to Grace to avoid further questioning and said, "Come on, let's go dance!"

He quickly put her on the makeshift stage in the center of the room and climbed up with her, and he told himself to forget that was Kurogane was there for his own well being.

Kurogane watched the blonde as he danced. Somehow, there was something different about him from earlier, but it put it out of mind. It was kind of relaxing, seeing the man up there, laughing with the little girl and dancing along to some tune he remembered from his days as a dock boy. He was tapping out a rythem with his shoes and Grace was laughing as he did so, trying to do it herself and failing. He scooped her up as a few other got onstage, and they danced in a galloping, spinning, free sort of way, with the little girl squealing in delight on the blonde's hip. It reminded him of his days on the docks, working hard to bring in a sorce of income, since his mother was too sickly to keep any sort of job. She had stayed at home, and often he would come back at the end of the day to find her praying devotedly. And his father would come home from his sailing every so often, and they were a happy family...until it all ended. His mother was, mabe, too aware of how low they were on the food chain of London, and asked her son to build a better life for himself so he would not end up like his father, lost at sea, never to return. So he could live confortably instead of struggling. And of course he'd do anything for her, even if it was just her memory.

Working on the docks had been this kind of free, and he always enjoyed the times he could spend out on the sea, though he enjoyed himself better on old sailing boats than the newer engine-propelled ships. He watched the blonde even more carefully, wondering about him. But in the back of the mind he asked himself why he would, because it wasn't as if they'd see each other again after this trip.

Suddenly the song ended and there was a pause before the makeshift orchestra started up another folk tune. The laughing blong jumped down from the stage gracefully, the giggling redhead in his arms, but Kurogane could tell Yuui was making a point to ignore him. What the hell!? If he was going to shun him, why did he invite him?

So he pushed through the crowd of bodies until he found the blonde and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder, snapping into his ear, "Bastard!"

Yuui jumped sky high, because somehow that growling had seemed louder than anything else, more prominent and meaninginful. He turned his head to look at the taller man, confused. "Yes, Kurgs?"

"You tell me to come down here, but then you ignore me! What the hell!"

"Oh, sorry, Kuro-jelous! I didn't mean to!" Oh, yes he did, and Kurogane knew it. But still, the blond placed Grace down and pointed out her brother with, "Go dance with your brother for a while. I'll see you later."

Still the music blared and the bodies shoved and moved around them, and Kurogane waiting, watching a young couple dancing around and around and going over to the stage themselves. And then he reconized them. One was to be married to Cal, an aquantance of his; he'd seen her at dinner. And the other - was that the Dawson kid? The one who'd be invited to dine with them? Oh, if anyone figured it out he'd be in deep shit.

"Well then, Kuro-rin, let's dance!"

"WHA-!?"

This is what he ment. Because no matter how dearly he didn't want to get close to Kurogane Suwa, he still did. He still loved causing the man to make odd expressions and putting him out of his element. He loved acting like an imbacile when he wasn't, because, ever notice how the idiots are always happy being blissfully unaware of the world's struggles? But then he saw through him, and that's what he hated.

As he pulled Kurogane a bit closer, still keeping him at a distance, but the taller shoved him away and snapped, "I shouldn't've come down here." And he started to stride away.

Yuui was surprized, and stood there for a moment, before whining, "But Kurger!" because it was all he could do. He cursed himself immediatly after: No, he wasn't supposed to be enticing this man to become closer to him.

The wealthy man turned and glared before walking away even faster. Yuui hadn't felt how cold his own pale skin was, like his icy eyes. Yuui didn't know the horrible things that had momentarily passed through his head at that tiny bit of contact, things that should not have crossed his mind when he thought about another man, because he was not a homosexual. He had a wife. So they hadn't exactly done it yet - but that didn't mean anything!

"Kuro-riiin!" Fai whined, but inside he was breaking. He has pushed this man away. That was good, right? Why was he so mad he'd done it? Why was he chasing after Kurogane, pulling on his white shirt (He'd discarded his black overcoat onto some child's needy shoulders some time ago), and motioning toward the happy couple spinning up on the stage. "Would you see that up there? True love?"

Kurogane scowled down at Yuui. "Actually, Rose is a first class passenger, and Mr. Jack Dawson was invited to dine with us before, so yes, I would see it."

"But not like that," Yuui pointed out with a smile Kurogane thought was mocking him, and so he glared harder. What was wrong with the blonde? Why did he only let a bit of truth slip into his eyes only at times like these? Rage grew hot in the pit of his stomach

"Let go of me, you filthy street rat." And he tugged from Yuui's pale hand and strode away.

He never heard the inaudable, "Well, I guess I am."

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Dear Yuui,

I lied to you. I lied. I can't believe I actually did it. Has our relationship really come to this? Secrecy and lies? Still, it was none other than my decision, though I still fear what is to come of us.

Kurogane is a god guy. I can tell. You will have a great friend someday. He will help you when you are in need, and love you like a brother, because he's a man of duty and morals even though he doesn't look it.

Yet every time I think about that,

The part about him being great for you,

And the part about him helping you,

my stomach aches violently.

And I worry ever more:

What will become of us?

Love,

Fai.

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Don't ask how I know what vodka looks like, even though I'm an alcaholic virgin. No idea.

And just in case you were wondering, that package has nothing to do with the plot. I just needed something to put there. I had Kurogane coming back for cash, but it wasn't right.

And I think my version of London is SO outdated.I keep thinking 1800's. SO ANNOYING.