Author's Note: Here is the version one ending. The alternative ending(with more fluff and smex) will be updated next week! And then the whole fic is does with~ Yay! Are you happy or sad? Also, make sure you note that the next chapter is M rated! M because its sex, ya'll.

And so the wall between Yoite and the world came back up, and the wall between Miharu and the world came back up. And their hearts were no longer exposed bare to each other and vulnerable to touch. But that didn't mean that they were no longer close. No, Miharu was still the one closest to Yoite. And then Miharu leaned over the other, naked and now also wet, to grab the soap dispenser, rather than shrink away, he laid a hand out to help the boy balance.

Miharu went back to his normal self, which Yoite found a lot less confusing and strange. The normalness of Miharu smiling and teasing was comforting. Nothing at all had changed. And that, paired with the hot water, relaxed Yoite into forgetting their awkward conversation before. Well, not forgetting, but simply putting it away for now.

Yoite helped Miharu wash his hair, because the job was offered to him in a playful voice. He went ahead and enjoyed the smell of Mrs Hanabusa's shampoo. It smelt very strongly so that even Yoite could smell it as he rubbed Miharu's head diligently to create tons of shampoo foam. Miharu then received assistance in washing out the shampoo before turning the tables and washing Yoite's hair.

Unlike Yoite, Miharu had not put their conversation out of his mind. And it weighed him down very much. He was sure his happy tone sounded false, but Yoite didn't seem to notice at all. In fact, Yoite was being very amiable about the bath all together. So Miharu tried to just relax and cheer himself up with Yoite's rare mood. And it worked well.

He washed Yoite's hair happily, standing on his knees behind Yoite's back. The Death God's hair was short, cut funny and yet very soft and fun to play with. Plus, it was fun to be this close to him. Yoite rinsed out his own hair, while Miharu worked a loafa into a foam.

It wasn't so bad. Miharu had thought that he'd ruined it, but Yoite was very forgiving tonight and it helped him relax into a good mood. Once they'd washed themselves, Miharu sunk back into the water, messing with the water and the bubbles on top from the shampoo and wash. He had kinda sorta meant to splash Yoite, squeezing the water between his palms to create a water gun. He hadn't thought that it would work and land on Yoite so perfectly.

"Ah! Uh... oops..." Yoite blinked, then frowned, flinging water back at Miharu. Miharu dodged and attempted to squirt him again, but couldn't get it to work a second time. Yoite caught his hands, refusing to let him continue and try. Miharu slipped a bit, nearly falling under the water with Yoite on top, but Yoite was balanced enough to keep that from happening. They did however end up in a nearly kissing position.

Yoite thought about before, when Miharu had tried to reach him and kiss him. And he didn't think that it would matter now, he already owned everything about Miharu. So what would a kiss change?

So Yoite closed the gap this time, holding both of Miharu's hands one in each of his high up above him while their mouths pressed against each others. After enjoying the moment, Yoite pulled back and set Miharu in a position he wouldn't slip from.

"Thank you."