Chapter 2

"Kyouhei-san," I said, still shocked.

"Jeez, Nakahara, is that all you could muster after a year of not seeing each other?"

I pouted and folded my arms. Didn't I mention? I got over my nosebleed fits. "What are you doing here?"

"What? Is it too much for a friend to come by 'cuz he misses your cooking?"

Figures.

"Especially that fried shrimp."

I groan and pushed past him to open the door. Once unlocked, we went inside.

I discarded my coat and shoes as well as Kyouhei.

"Fried shrimp, huh?"

"I've been craving it for a while now. And no one beats yours, so…"

"Very well," I said, heading into the kitchen, but before I even made it to the fridge, I felt him wrap his arms around me, and nuzzle my neck.

"I missed you," he whispered, planting a trail of kisses down my neck to my shoulder. "I missed you so damn much."

"Kyouhei-san," I growled. "Let me go or you don't get any food."

"For once, I wouldn't mind," he said. He had stopped kissing my neck, but he didn't let me go.

"That doesn't sound like you at all."

"Oh, really? Maybe you haven't noticed. My gang practically owns Tokyo, now. If I want to eat, I eat. But here's the thing: as much as I love your cooking, that was just a reason to get you to let me in your house without arousing too much suspicion."

"What do you mean by that? Everyone living on this street was outside my house staring at you."

"Still a problem I have to deal with even now. But most people can't approach me like they used to, which is a plus for me. But I'm pretty sure they were more wondering why a Yakuza was outside your house," he slurred.

First that Boss guy, then my students, now Kyouhei was attracted to me. What? Did I have potential to be a Yakuza's wife or something?!

He finally released me. I looked at him. His back was too me. "But I still want fried shrimp," he said, staring at me over his shoulder like he used to with that overly sexy look.

GAH!! And it hadn't happened for about three years! My floor was drenched in my blood! I felt consciousness leave me and I could hear Kyouhei's stupid laughter. Oh, how I was going to kill him 

one of these days! I know I tried, but I messed up. But this time, no mistakes! I was going to turn that bastard into a corpse if it was the last thing I do!

When I woke up, he was still in my house. My room, in fact, and sitting in my desk chair. Why, oh why did he have to come back just when summer started? There was no where I could escape to for the day whereas with school I could escape to my classes and not have to deal with that glutton. I feared for my poor fridge.

I got out of bed and headed to get breakfast ready. For sure, he was going to barge in any time soon demanding it once he was awake. Sure enough, once the food had traveled to his nostrils in my room, he ran into the kitchen, demanding what was for breakfast.

"Omelets," I answered curtly, setting the plate down at his seat. Two seconds later, it was gone. I hadn't even started mine when he was finished.

Well, this proved he was still as gluttonous as the last time I saw him. Nothing ever really changes, does it?

"Arigatou, Nakahara Sunako."

Or maybe it does. Did he ever thank me for the food I made him before? Not according to my memory.

"We'll have fried shrimp for lunch," I said, feeling overcome with feeling that Kyouhei did grow up a bit.

He cheered. Did I say he grew up a bit? OK, him thanking me for a meal was a change, but over all, he was still the childish, temperamental Takano Kyouhei that I knew in high school.

He hardly changed at all save for his mannerisms.

"Oi," he said. "Since lunch is still a few hours away, I'd like to talk to you about some things."

Did I really have a choice? I wish it was still school. "Fine," I said, finishing my omelet.

Once done I brushed my teeth and got ready for the day. While showering, I heard the door click open.

"TAKANO KYOUHEI, I SWEAR TO KAMI-SAMA IF YOU COME IN HERE, I'LL MAKE YOUR LIFE HELL!!"

The door closed instantly. No repeats. Even though I was in the shower this time, I refused to allow any repeats of that night.

I finished dressing and headed out into the living room.

"Did you have to threaten me?"

"Would you rather repeat that night after the day we met?"

"But I didn't see anything!

"I know. But I did and you could have seen me this time," I clarified, my hands on my hips, glaring at the gangster turned Yakuza that sat on my couch. He smirked and was about to comment what I had said, but then there was a knock at my door.