So guys. I know it's been a while. Too long for my liking, anyway! So I have decided to make it up for you in the next chapter, which shall be both delicious as well as long. Until then, enjoy a littl ehint of what is to come (hah-hah.) in the next chapter~!

I do not own DRRR; the alt. Chars are by the fans for the fans, not anyone in particular : D

Tsuki looked down at his phone and frowned. The battery had just died, so there was no way to contact his brother or housemates. He supposed they were all either out or in bed now, though, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

"Eh, is something wrong, Tsuki?" Hachimenroppi walked in from the other room holding two mugs of steaming green tea in his hands.

Tsuki closed his phone and put it in his pocket before smiling a warm (even though people usually said it was shy-looking) smile. "Ah, nothing, Roppi-san." the two sat down at the table and began talking, making idle chat while the sound of the washer hummed in the background. They talked about all sorts of trivial things, smiling and occasionally laughing a little bit. Tsuki was surprised at how comfortable he felt; usually people intimidated him, but Roppi didn't seem to exude such a vibe. Roppi looked down at his tea, observing it for a moment, before his red eyes flashed to Tsuki's.

"You said you get lost easily...what did you mean by that, exactly?" he sipped his tea while Tsuki blushed and looked down, adjusting his glasses.

"Ah, well, I'm not good with directions, and so when I go out, even if it's just for a little while, I, um, get lost." His eyebrows knit together. "Sometimes I try and concentrate really hard to remember my way, but I'll see something that'll get me distracted, and I'll forget and suddenly I'm lost anyway." Tsuki felt the fire in his cheeks and inwardly cursed the fact that he was so prone to blushing. He glanced over at Roppi who was giving him an unfathomable look. "Um, Roppi-san?"

The raven waved a hand. "It's nothing, I was just wondering," he trailed off, and as he moved his hand down, a flash of red from the fur-trimmed sleeve alarmed Tsuki. Without thinking he reached out and grabbed the other man's hand, brows knit in worry.

"Roppi-san, you're hurt," Tsuki said as the other man jerked his arm back. Tsuki glanced at his palm, which had come away with blood on it. The look on the raven's face tore at Tsuki's heart, and he whispered "I-I'm sorry..." as he looked down, down at the table, at his tea, at his bloodstained hand.

Roppi hissed as he sat down at the table because he felt one of the fresher cuts on his arm split open, but not entirely from discomfort; it was a known fact that he was both sadistic and masochistic, and his habit of cutting was from as much to get off as it was from anything else.

He felt a slow trickle of blood leak from his wrist and probably staining the inside of his jacket as he and the tall blonde talked. Roppi was surprised—this was one human that didn't grate on his nerves. He was so innocent, so kind, and so uncorrupted compared to every other human Roppi could think of. Tsuki had a habit of looking down and blushing that Roppi couldn't help but smile at—it was cute; like looking at a baby animal type of cute, though. Not attraction, definitely not.

Roppi never feltattraction, per say. This was not to say he didn't feel lust, because he did—he just preferred the more hardcore types to satisfy him; men and occasionally women that he could engage in rather risqué activities with—bondage, blindfolds, and the like. So when Roppi saw this wide-eyed, blushing blonde in front of him it was not attraction he felt, he was sure it was some variant of...something else he wasn't sure of.

Still, he found himself smiling as the blonde explained his terrible sense of direction. "Roppi-san, you're hurt," he said before Hachimenroppi had an opportunity to move his arm away. The larger man grabbed his hand tenderly, but Roppi jerked his arm away just the same, looking up at him with his best 'What was thatfor?' look. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled, looking the picture of embarrassment as he sat there, cross-legged and shirtless, staring at the ground. Roppi's eyes followed Tsuki's line of vision until he saw Tsuki's hand-stained with his own blood. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Roppi made move to stand up, and then reached out for Tsuki.

"Come on, let's both go get cleaned up." Tsuki gingerly reached out his uncolored hand and stood up. "The bathroom's this way," Roppi instructed as he led the blonde into the marble-decorated room. Roppi took in a deep breath to calm his heart, which was beating quickly no doubt from the adrenaline rush at being found out, or possibly from assisting such a heavy oaf from the floor. It couldn't be the fact that they were hand-in-hand or in a small bathroom, no, definitely not.

Roppi's movements contrasted with his racing heartbeat; he was neither frantic nor moving rapidly. He calmly turned on the sink and stuck both his and Tsuki's hands underneath the lukewarm water.

"Roppi-san, are you okay? I'm sorry, I saw that you were bleeding, and I just sort of..." the blonde looked down, voice sounding meek despite the low pitch it held. Roppi tched as he watched the pink water flow down the drain, a bitter smile on his face as he shrugged off his jacket, revealing the neat little rows of scars that decorated the tops of his wrists. He heard the blonde take in a breath, and could only grin savagely. Well, even this pure man had to lose his innocence sometime.

"What, never seen scars before?" he smirked, stealing a glance at Tsuki's widened eyes before seeing him look down. Roppi vaguely wondered what this shy blonde thought of him at the moment; was he horrified, disgusted, shocked—not that it mattered, of course.

Without any warning Tsuki's demeanor seemed to change. He clenched his fists at his sides before gently taking Roppi's arm and putting it under the running water if the sink, watching the water turn pink again. Roppi was surprised and hissed in a breath when the water made contact with the open cut; it hurt, but not badly, and Roppi would be lying if he said that he didn't somewhat appreciate the little pain tingles that were going up and down his arm.

Tsuki gently took Roppi's arm out from the water and patted it dry with a towel, then frowned at the cut where blood was still flowing a little bit. It wasn't a huge gash or anything, just an inch or so long cut that hadn't had time to close up yet. Roppi had never been shown this consideration before, let alone from an almost complete stranger. The blonde reached into his pocket and took out something.

"A bandage?" Roppi asked as the taller man smiled and blushed, but held out his arm anyway.

"In case of papercuts...I get them every so often, you know." Ah, that made sense. He did touch an awful lot of paper in the day, so it only made sense that he would have Band-Aids with sushi on them.Sure enough, the little bandage decorating Roppi's arm had small depictions of ridiculously happy sashimi on it. Roppi narrowed his eyes at a particularly joyous nigiri before turning his attention back to Tsuki.

"Ah, thank you," he said somewhat awkwardly, using this as his opportunity to look at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Roppi-san." For what?Could he seriously be that upset? Was he completely ignoring the fact that his naked chest still bore the red marks of the tea that had burned him earlier? Roppi was confused, but his curiosity was piqued.

"For what?" he arched an eyebrow.

"It's just...you must be in pain. I'm sorry for that."

"But why? You didn't do it. I did." At this the blonde's eyes widened a little and he searched for something to say.

Roppi decided to help out the poor man by providing some conversation as they walked out of the bathroom into Roppi's room, which was dark as he hadn't had a chance to turn the lights in when he and Tsuki had gone into the bathroom.
"Oh, come on. Pain isn't always bad, Tsuki," he teased.

Though it was dark, Roppi could still see the other man blink a few times. "W-what do you mean by that?" Now it was Roppi's turn to blink.

"Surely you have heard that some people don't mind pain, right? Some people like it. You know, masochists?"
The taller man mumbled something as he looked down. "Pardon? I didn't catch that."

"I saidI know what a masochist is. I-I just don't get it. Getting hurt isn't fun, or..."

"Or what?"

"Or anything else except painful!" At this both a dangerous and delightful spark lit in Roppi's mind. He smirked, teeth shining in the dim room.

"Oh? But that's where you're wrong." Roppi stepped closer to Tsuki and trailed his fingernail down the center of the man's chest, noting the goosebumps that broke out along his flesh.

I assure you it only gets better from here. *eyebrow waggle* More reviews means faster update! :D