I stood in the entrance of the tent before making myself know. I watched my troops slap their chips down on the table and glare at each other from behind their cards. Someya Kaoruko, my 4th seat, seemed to be up by what looked like 5,000 yen (about 65$). Even though he was a bit of a dumb ass and completely self centered, the guy knew how to work a table dry. Gion Toranosuke, my half brother and 3rd seat, was losing. He had no chips in front of him and his shirt was in the middle of the table along with all the chips. He had never been much for gambling and would most likely end up heading back to his own bunk in nothing more then his boxers. Kuba Homare my 2nd seat also seemed to be stuck, although with his poker face you'd never be able to tell. He was a smart reliable guy; he just really didn't know how to gamble. In fact it would be a miracle if he didn't lose his shirt soon too. Kuba Misao, my 1st seat, had a steady amount of chips in front of him. He was a great gambler, almost as good as Someya, but not quite. His stoic poker face matched his brothers as his gaze moved calmly from one opponent to the other.

I silently made my way closer to the table and blew out a long train of smoke, before making myself known to the men. I cleared my throat and watched four heads rise from their game. They all stood, rather quickly and saluted. I nodded and spoke, "As you were, oh and deal me in." I pulled a chair around backwards and sat down. Gion handed me a beer and laid his cards facedown on the table. "I fold." he said. Soon after two others did the same leaving a certain guy with 5,000 yen to scowl before laying down his cards along with the others.

"Kanou, you knew damn well I would have won. You joined on purpose." Someya whined shuffling the cards as everyone grabbed their chips and/or shirts from the middle of the table. I just smirked and shrugged grabbing my cards and share of chips.

"I do what I can," I said opening the bottle of beer and taking a sip. The cool liquid felt good as it ran down my throat. I sighed with relief and licked my lips. I was about to win some big money and maybe even a new shirt and pants.

-1 hr later-

I smirked as I grabbed my winnings off the table. Three shirts, one pair of pants, and 20,178 yen ($260). After joining I had pretty much dominated the table Someya was the only other guy that left with any money, but I'll clean him out tomorrow.

I walked outside of the tent and made my way to my own tent. Pulling back the flap of fabric cover the entrance to my tent. Walking inside I threw the clothes on my desk and placed my money in a jar on my nightstand. I pulled a pack of matches out of my pocket and lit the oil lamp next to my money jar. Immediately my tent was filled by light and a slight nauseating smell of oil. Using the same match and started to burn some incense to mask the smell. I then dropped the matched on the dirt floor and stepped on it. Ayase lay on my bed curled into a small ball. He looked so fragile. His thin arms and legs were just as doll like as his face. I picked up the sleeping boy and removed his shirt pants and underwear, tossing them to a corner of my tent and grabbing a clean shirt from the bottom drawer of my nightstand and pulling it over his head. I then grabbed a pair of my own boxer from another drawer and hesitated. There was no possible that these things would stay on the boy. I laid the boy back down and scowled. Their was only one other person on this base who would have a pair of underwear that might even remotely fit a boy this small and even though I was friends with him that didn't mean I wanted to get within twenty ft. of their tent. Someya and I had been friends since we were teenagers and when you've known someone for that long you tend to develop some guide lines, because everyone has a certain characteristic that you don't really care for. And as it just so happens Someya is the biggest flirt this side of the Pacific ocean. It doesn't matter if you're a man or a women, you're fair game in his book.

I sighed and pulled a cover over of Ayase before lighting a cigarette and leaving the tent. As a drew nearer to Someya's tent I could hear loud slow jazz blasting from his radio. I blew out the smoke in my mouth before entering the 4th seat's tent. Inside, the air was heavy to say the least. A warm vanilla filled my nostrils and made my eyelids droop. The jazzy blues song ended and a Spanish acoustic guitar filled the tent. Someya was sitting at his desk humming alone with that music, his back turned to me. He was lounging in a slightly translucent white robe. I could see the mans black boxers underneath and a tattoo on the back of his shoulder of a symbol that I wasn't familiar to me at the moment.

"Someya." I said walking up behind the man. He turned around and looked up at me, leaning against his desk.

"Oh, Kanou I was just thinking about you."

"I don't want to know."

"Oh really? It was a very interesting thought."

"I just came in here to ask you for something."

"Oh fine." The smaller man looked slightly disappointed at this.

"I need a pair of your boxers." I said trying to look serious and stern, but apparently my expression had no effect as the young man in front of me started to smile deviously.

"Oh Kanou, you're such a dirty man. Now what could you possibly need my undergarments for?" Someya said with coy. "Could it be that you're yearning for me in secret, You probably had wanted to come into my tent while I wasn't here so you could look through my drawers. I knew I say you eyeing me during the poker game." I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his remark.

"You'll find out why I need them tomorrow along with the rest of the squad." I said crossing my arms.

"Alrigh- Wait, what? Did you say with the rest of the squad? Hang on what are you talking about?" The smaller raven haired man said with a bewildered expression painted on his face. I simply shrugged.

"You will find out tomorrow now are you going to give me a pair or shall I grab them myself?" I said glancing over to his nightstand. He quickly got up and hurried over to the wooden drawers puling out a pair of small black boxers and tossing them to me.

"Am I going to get those back?" He said curiously looking at me.

"Maybe." I replied walking out of the tent and returning to my own.

I pulled the covers off Ayase and slipped his legs into the boxers pulling them up to his hips. They were still a bit large on him, even with the elastic waist but they would have to do for now. I then laid down next to the boy and doused the lamp, only leaving the incense to burn. Before long I was lost in slumber, the boy nestled in my arms.

Oh yea second chapter finished. I'm very happy with this one. Oh and sorry I didn't upload this sooner. I couldn't remember my password. Sorry! If you guys have any suggestions or just anything to say really please review.