A/N: Sorry for the long chapter, guys! I ended up having to split it so you wouldn't read 20+ pages for the next few forming scenes. *cough*

A/N: There are some parallels in this along with a back-story head-canon. So, you might get some feels.

A/N: Oh yeah... Lime and 'kind of sadistic Moona' alert!

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Necessity

Chapter 4

After shutting the door behind him, Suoh's attention traveled about the entire room. Unlike the more Western influenced construct of the bathroom in Homra, this one was far more traditional. Both the floor and walls were tiled, which was to be expected for a completely wet area. There was a separate room for the toilet that he couldn't see; the bathtub, used only for soaking, was the largest object in the room. To the left of it were buckets and a makeshift shower head connected to the wall. The only noticeable personal touches were two body mirrors on either side of the smaller one above the sink, where Reisi stood. The tranquil man's shirt was unbuttoned halfway; a toothbrush was held in one hand; an unappeased look spattered his attractive features as he glared at his intruder. Suoh took the look as a beckon and a faint smirk touched his lips.

Focused entirely on Reisi, he began walking in his direction. But that didn't last long.

"-!"

The floor merged with the walls and ceiling in a blur of colors as the red king lost his footing and fell flat on his back. A tattered groan siphoned through grit teeth as he gathered his senses. What just happened? His gaze tapered lazily down to his socks. A glob of colored liquid smeared along the underside looked back at him. Putting two and two together, it would seem that a certain captain lined that particular part of the floor with some kind of slimy substance. From where he lay, Suoh couldn't decipher it as soap, toothpaste or something else. Whatever it was, he had just slipped on it. As he eyed it, he caught a glimpse of Munakata's socked feet turning in his direction. In silence, the other man strode over towards him in presumptuous and tailored steps. Had he been wearing his boots, the clacking of the soles would had left a foreboding echo. With much nonchalance, Suoh glanced up to Reisi as he approached him, both hands slipping back into his pockets as he lie there, "Huh...I guess you knew I was coming in here..."

Munakata, in contrary, remained tight-lipped allowing muteness to precede his answer. Once he neared closer, he lifted a foot and pressed it into Suoh's abdomen. He then leaned forward, putting a good amount of his body weight into it. Not even a flinch was given from the one beneath him; Suoh didn't even blink. He was used to being on the bottom, looking up. Studying the reaction, Reisi moved his foot an inch lower along Suoh's pelvis. His lips thinned to a line and his eyes contracted before he spoke; both voice and expression were brandished in floe, "I thought I instructed you to leave. What type of foolishness brought you into my bathroom while I was in it? Invading someone else's privacy is not a recommended practice, Suoh."

Blatant irony filled that last statement, coming from an individual who willingly broke that image often.

While pinned to the floor by his handsome blue king, Suoh's interests dallied someplace else, "...Ohhh... you're not drunk anymore...?"

"No I'm not. As if it would change anything..." Reisi's voice lowered, as did the position of his foot. Suoh decided to watch as a cashmere sock grazed over the rise in his pants. Suoh blinked in response; Seeing it as an opening, Reisi brought all of his body weight against the spot and leisurely rested an elbow above his knee. In some sort of sadistic taunt, he waved the toothbrush towards Suoh like it were an extension of his hand, "Oh...? What's this...? There's something going on down here..." he noted, pivoting his foot deeper along Suoh's confined endowment. A partial grunt was the response. Unsurprised by this, Munakata dug his toes in even further,"You're enjoying this. How disgusting. Look at how hard you've gotten..."

"...That's because you keep rubbing me, Munakata. ...Unless you stop, you're gonna turn me on..."

"Absolutely repulsive," Reisi sneered with an aloof smile. Blatantly, Suoh wasn't the only one finding pleasure in such activities. Yet, he felt that his nosy red king deserved to be punished for leisurely walking in on him. He leaned down, not disturbing his perch, and grabbed a handful of red locks. With a rough jerk of his hand, he forced Suoh to a sitting position. Although his intentions were to be serious and direct, he couldn't stop the twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth, "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"... Move your foot a little to the left..." Suoh uttered. The jest didn't appeal to Reisi at all and his expression turned stoic,"Why did you not leave?"

"Because I didn't want to. Whatta're you gonna do? Kick me out?"

"..."

With a quick movement of his arm Reisi launched Suoh across the room, resulting in him colliding against the wall closest to the tub. An amused sound drifted from him upon impact and the impending advancement of Reisi nearing towards him excited him even more. His earring shimmered a bright red, giving his emotion manifestation. The blue king did not share his amusement, however. It was much the opposite. Before reaching his disobedient other, Reisi tossed his toothbrush into the sink as he passed it. While he normally cherished and respected harmony and hated unruliness, discord seemed like a bad habit he only picked up in the presence of the brash man before him. Reisi's palm sounded against the wall behind Suoh with a taut slap. His elbow soon followed suit, his position cornering Suoh. His acute eyes pierced into Mikoto's; neither men dared to transpose their attentions. Knowing Reisi had a plethora of things to toss his way Suoh remained silent, with a cocky grin, and awaited the sonorous voice to act first.

"I have given you fair warning," Reisi began; his cryptic statement had gained its understanding several months previous but its meaning still held weight, "And it seems you have trouble listening and recollecting consequences."

"Nope," Suoh shrugged with a faint chuckle and shifted his weight against the wall. His hips moved forward slightly, but it was far enough to gain Reisi's notice. He instead feigned ignorance towards it and pressed closer to Suoh. There was no longer a line of space between their bodies. The gesture was more so part of Munakata's personality in contrast to being of a sensual nature, but in this case, it seemed to serve as both.

"Mmn...Munakata..." Mikoto purred. Then he laughed gingerly, completely in ebullience, "And here I thought you didn't want me..."

"I don't," he shot back frostily. Had he been wearing his glasses, he would have calibrated them out of discomfort due to the fact that he was clearly lying. "We've already discussed that months ago. Were you not paying attention?"

"Mm?"

"You are far too selfish, Suoh. You've abandoned your caretakers and trespassed on words that I've made quite clear to you the last time you were here. You can't keep doing whatever it is you want when someone else cares for your well-being."

"Like you?"

"Like your clansmen."

"Heh... Sorry to confuse you. I came in here to clean up before I went back. I don't wanna get nagged at for smelling like booze again. I don't need to hear that. But...I see you had something else in mind..." He began, leading a hand to Munakata's waist and bringing their hips to caress. In contrast to the closeness, Reisi showed no response other than reveal a conflicting expression; his eyes glowered into Suoh's while his lips were curved in the concept of a thin smile, "Oh my. It would seem that I did not make myself clear enough to you," he regarded, curling his fingers around the tassle necklace Suoh wore. The delicate handling of it betrayed his true emotions, "Your trespassing is not welcome. Regardless of your intentions, you are doing as you please and I disagree with it."

"So. 's what I do."

The carelessness in that remark spurred an automatic response from Reisi. His fist tightened around the necklace and he brought Suoh's nose to his,"Do you not remember the last time you ignored all else around you? Have you forgotten the many times you have abused your power for frivolous benefit? That type of behavior is not appropriate, especially not for a king. You may as well renounce your title and live as a clansman or an ordinary person. But of course, you are not the type to consider that possible. You will not step down and you will not listen to me."

Suoh's features faltered and both his hands dropped to his sides as fists, "Where are you going with this, Munakata..."

"Where do you think? You are abusing your rights as a king. I had hoped it would not come to this, but you insist on pushing my limits. I don't want the same thing to happen again... I want to help you, Suoh. Because we are both kings, we have responsibilities to uphold before any personal feelings. ..." Trailing off, he took a step back. Of course, doing so severed their contact. It pained Reisi to resurface issues of the past and invoke such a delicate atmosphere with Mikoto, but it had to be done. If the conversation were directed towards anyone else, he would have continued without much care towards their feelings. Distracted by emotion, Reisi turned away. Dolor raided his features and he grimaced, "... Do you want another incident like Totsuka Tatara to happen again?" The topic was forced out in a hiss. Munakata normally wasn't one to hold remorse and regret towards a subordinate and much less towards one property of another king. But because Totsuka had been close to Suoh, and Reisi knew what consequence seeking revenge would bring, he made an exception. Or rather, he indirectly let more of his emotions slither out. Either way, both men felt responsible and guilty about Totsuka's murder.

It had been the day before Anna's birthday. A few of the Homra members who were closest to her had taken her out for sightseeing, to revisit an amusement park and on a shopping spree. A hotel was even booked for them to stay in overnight. It was 'a nice fancy touch', as Totsuka had put it. While the entire adventure for Anna and the others was Totsuka's idea, halfway through it the carefree clansman decided to linger nearby his king should anything happen. As irony would have it, Suoh had a room in an adjacent hotel with Reisi. It was dubbed as a "meeting" but Izumo and Totsuka had known better. As to not disrupt or eavesdrop on their privacy, Totsuka left to chat with other Homra members that may have returned to their hotel. Instead of running into any familiar faces, the eccentric man headed to the rooftop where a white-haired stranger was taking in the night with a song...

Neither the lion or the calculating captain had prepared for the infiltration of a possessed high school student. And with Anna away from the hotel, she wasn't able to warn anyone about the presence of a wayward king. She had been unaware of Tatara's leave and deemed the worst upon realizing. Rikio stayed with her. After the gunshot, Yata and Izumo were the first to find Tatara and hear his parting remnants.

Since that night, Suoh grieved by spending the majority of his days with Reisi, personally and privately. His compel to be near him more often was a way of suffocating his sorrows. Munakata's presence often made Suoh feel he could relax and confide in the other man freely. He didn't need to worry about living up to anyone else's expectations of him. He didn't have to pretend to be someone special or different from most. He didn't have to bother with countless eyes being cast towards him, expecting gratification, direction and order. He could just be Suoh Mikoto- not a king or anything else-and be accepted. The problems he couldn't deal with or handle on his own, he placed in Reisi's hands and they got through them together. He just couldn't bring himself to face his subordinates and friends while his heart was steeped in shame. Most importantly, he didn't want to burden them either. He kept his own demise and inner battles to himself. The others wouldn't be able to understand anyway. Luckily for them, they weren't a king.

Being the Red King meant there was always a raging beast inside of him trying it's hardest to break free and burn everything; end everything. It was a continuous and strenuous battle Suoh had to deal with each drawn breath he took. But throughout the pain that signified him as a king, he still preferred to hold onto the power and abilities granted. He could care less about the responsibility portion.

Everyday, he blamed himself for being too late. He couldn't save Tatara. He wasn't there for him. That carefree man—always telling everyone not to worry and that everything would work out even when he had no grounds to make such wispy promises. Suoh always felt burdened by him the most. Totsuka's heart was far too light and free, and him much too whimsical. Suoh should have prepared for the possibility that such frivolous behavior would get him killed one day. Of course, no one expected it to happen when nor how it did. No one ever really does.

At the time, Reisi didn't mind the constant influx in company he was receiving from Suoh. While it fed his own loneliness, there was an unwanted attachment to Suoh's visits that they both wouldn't speak of. They had nearly drowned themselves in the other until a realization had clicked in Reisi's mind. While spending so much time with him, Suoh had practically abandoned all else. Every authority and duty as both king and comrade to the others in Homra were pushed aside in "favor" of being with him instead. In addition, Reisi had foolishly allowed himself to become a bit complacent with it and began to slacken in his own duties. As a king, he could not allow anything to interfere with his responsibilities. That came first. Once he started feeling as if his kingship was becoming threatened he finally broke things off with Suoh. On the very next day, the first snow preceding the week of Christmas, Reisi left him with a coarse reminder:

"I will deal with my business while you will handle yours. Isn't that all there is?"

It was from that moment on that he had vowed to himself to never sleep with Suoh in such a way again—to never let things get so out of control. Order and balance were demanded. Being with Suoh had almost caused him to question his faithfulness to his status. With so many depending on him he couldn't bring himself to abandon them, even if he had temporarily condoned his partner for the same actions. In the end, they both were at fault and chose to never speak of it. Because Reisi halted their relationship, Suoh felt a little heartbroken and unable to forgive Munakata for a long time. Reisi felt roughly the same but most of his remorse came from almost selecting one man before his duties. He felt as if he had shamed his throne and his own judgment. The regrets and swallowed sorrows of both men falsely bruised their hearts with "hatred". Hurt; anger; disappointment: those were better translations of their feelings and would have better sufficed for how they truly felt towards the other. Supposedly, using a stronger term deemed to aid in ensuring they distanced themselves appropriately.

Pity, their bond towards the other was just far too great.

"We can't be together, Suoh," Reisi concluded finally. His tone was honest and flat in its somberness, "There is no reason for us to meet this way and I'm sick of having flings with you."

"...Is that so..." Suoh returned blandly. Its sound took the place of nothingness.

"I also can't stand how fine you seem with it. If there can't be more between us because our role as kings comes first, then we should have nothing at all...save for possibly friendship..."

Suoh lightly shook his head, "...I can't just be friends with you..."

"...Exactly. So ...we've finally reached a conclusion."

"I suppose we have..." Suoh uttered gingerly, looking off to another part of the room to divert his eyes from Reisi, "but you aren't satisfied with that, are you, Munakata?"

"You have no right being a king. Renounce your throne." The subject was abruptly changed.

"And then what, Munakata?" he prompted, trailing his eyes over to the other man, "You keep telling me that as if you're some kind of high and mighty deity. Who are you to tell me something that you won't do yourself?"

"Pardon?"

" 'Renounce your throne.' 'Step down'. 'Our duty as kings'. Tell me, Munakata. Is the reason you won't be with me only because of the responsibilities we should uphold as kings?"

"Yes. That is exactly what I said."

"Then why is it that I should be the only one to betray my status if you can't do the same thing?"

"...What...?"

"If you can't step down from being king in order to be with me, then I shouldn't have to either. You can't do it; you won't do it. So we're both stuck, aren't we?"

Reisi's eyes condensed into slits as he let the words cognitively simmer. It would seem he was caught a little off guard, "What pleasure do you obtain, saying that to me?!"

"What do you want, Munakata..." Suoh sighed, taking a step closer. Reisi's entire body tensed. He suddenly felt the urge to recoil just for more space between them, but he stood his ground. What was that? Was it fear? No. He was worried. Of what? Facing reality? They had both been avoiding it for such a long time, now. When no answer was given, Suoh continued, "I want to hear it from you. I don't care about our duty. I don't care about what's right. I want to know how you feel and I want the truth. Nothing else. Do you want to be with me... or not...?"

"..." Reisi's head lowered for a second although he already grasped his answer. Gradually, he lifted his face to Suoh properly and fully, " Yes," he replied in a tone so hidden in volume, it almost cracked, "But, we can't."

"I didn't ask you that..."

"Suoh..." More of his controlled emotions began to leak out. Curse this man for having these effects on him. But, being the composed individual that he was, Munakata swiftly steadied himself and cleared his throat, "Consider this... After Totsuka Tatara's killer is apprehended and behind bars, I will execute him in any way you wish."

"... … I appreciate the offer, but I'll deal with that. Totsuka is my problem."

"From there, perhaps we can achieve some sort of reliable relationship. As kings..."

"...We'll just have to see what happens... I guess..." He didn't sound very convinced.

They already knew what would happen. It was fate. Remaining kings was part of the problem. Leaving it in equation would still create obstacles. And if Suoh's Weismann levels continued to heighten, taking the life of another king would spell nothing but disaster. There would be no relationship then. Still, even fate could be left to chance sometimes.

"Agreed. And Suoh..."

"...Mm..?"

"...I...Munakata Reisi... forgive you..." It was about time.

"Heh. I don't quite forgive you yet. But I might be getting there..."

"Will you...?" Reisi asked, a bit too openly. It almost appeared innocent.

"You shouldn't be worrying about that either..." Suoh resumed, a slight rumble accenting his words. In his next statement, all hints of allure scattered, "Now, let me take a bath. You can allow me at least that, right?"

"I suppose..."

Suoh blinked, "What?"

"Do you need some help?" The mockingly over-polite inflection had crept back into Reisi's voice. He leaned forward a tad with the same regard a guardian would have towards a small child, "Shall I aid you? Considering, you had difficulty making it across the floor when you first entered here."

Suoh eyed the other male blankly for a moment before he turned away with an amused chortle, "Heh...And that would have nothing to do with a certain Scepter 4 desk-worker setting a trap for me, right?"

"Absolutely. You're simply far too clumsy... And in any case..." With a nimble whisk of his wrist, he pressed Suoh's back against the wall. Instantly, his hands gripped the tassle around his neck and pulled Suoh's face a whisper away from his own. His vocals lowered a sonorous octave, "Well then. Shall we get you undressed?"

"Mmmn... if that's what you want, Munakata."

"Surely nothing else would be any good for you, yes?"

"Heh heh...I don't know..." Suoh slurred, "Could be fun..."

"There is no fun to be had for someone who is disobedient..." he breathed, tightening the tassle and yanking it downwards in order to seize Suoh's lips. Puffs of breath and sensuous melodies shaped between them. Once Reisi allowed Suoh to breathe freely, the other man made a deep resonating sound in his throat, "Munakata..." he uttered gruffly against the other's lips, "while this is nice, it isn't getting me cleaned..."

Reisi ceased the kiss and gave a devilish chuckle, "Ohhh... So that IS what you really want, is it?"

"What do you think I've been saying? Now who's the one not paying attention?"

"I see. I can't allow you to correct me. We must do something about this..." he surmised. His slender fingers etched down Suoh's torso, familiarizing himself with every contour and shape through the texture of cloth. Between a few stolen kisses and tongue-play, the shirt was removed over Suoh's head. Both the chain and tassles at his neck retained their as ornamental placements. Darkened amber trained on Reisi, of whom busily got to work loosening the clasps of Suoh's jeans. His mouth rounded a random spot along that bared chest as his fingers descended the zipper. Delicately, both thumbs rimmed the waistband and pushed the clothing downward just a bit. Seamlessly, his fingers glided up, one after the other, to pull the garment the remainder of the way down to the floor. A he lowered himself, his mouth sampled and teased areas of Suoh's revealed skin with suckles, bites and the occasional kiss. The pattern was capricious. Purposely, he ignored a particular spot.

"Ohh? You shaved. For me...?"

"...I don't know what you're talking about..." Suoh lied behind a playful grin, glancing off to the side.

Reisi smiled lightly, "Oh, but of course."

On his way back up, he again avoided the centerpiece between Mikoto's legs quite deliberately. Another bout of searing kisses were pilfered by their warring mouths. After kicking off his pants, Suoh clutched Reisi's shoulders and reversed their placements. Now he was the one with his back to the wall. Finding the thrill of being in control exciting and demanding of trouble-making, Mikoto immediately went for that long, elegant neck. A suppressed sound tumbled from Reisi and he closed his eyes while he dealt with the assault, as well as the sudden bite that followed after. His neck was the most sensitive, and most responsive, spot of his entire body. Mikoto never bit softly. Another benefit with being with a king meant, to him, that he didn't have to worry about holding back in fear of hurting someone he cared about.

"A littler harder, please. I barely felt that," Munakata jested, to which Suoh obliged with a much harsher bite akin to that of an carnal animal. In conjunction, he fumbled with the buttons along Reisi's shirt. It took almost all the self-control he had to not rip the clothing into tatters. Reisi, who mostly kept an unreadable expression throughout all of this, studied Suoh with truthful eyes uninhibited by emotional cloaking. The moment he chose to speak however, his cell phone vibrated along with a rhythm-less tune that proved the lack of attention he spared for such things, as well as being a reminder to get a better ring-tone.

"Ignore it..." The command rumbled in Suoh's throat, his tongue abusing the erogenous area with long, prodding laps. A sharp intake of breath was all Reisi exposed from such an attack. His eyes shuddered closed briefly; upon opening them again, he realized that two rings had passed. Not wanting to dissuade the caller, he glanced at the number and brought the device to his ear, "Chief Munakata speaking. What do you need, Awashima-kun?"

Suoh paused and looked up at the image before him. Reisi did not just answer that phone, did he? Suoh would have to fix that. With impatient fingers, he uprooted Reisi's shirt from its trappings and unhinged the belt. Casually, he sank to his knees, his palms squeezing the pale skin of Reisi's abdomen while his nails aimlessly dragged along it- designing meaningless incantations. Suavely, he brought his mouth to a crease in Reisi's pants and nuzzled it, biting down experimentally. He stole a quick glance upwards at the composed captain who continued to converse on the phone as if nothing were out of the ordinary. His orchid gaze held Suoh in their studious captivity with fascination and earnest, however. The attention was what Suoh wanted, if not a little more. He lifted his lips to the top button of the slacks and suckled on it. When he pulled away, the object became undone. A small breath left him and he nudged more of the cloth to the side in order to clutch the head of the zipper in his teeth. Skillfully, he pulled the zipper downward. His eyes shot back up to Munakata who still regarded him closely. Suoh could tell he wanted to touch him, but he needed to get off that phone first. It served him right to suffer a little, now. Amused at the thought, Suoh humphed and rid Reisi of his lower garments. All that was left was his shirt. But that could wait.

"Huh?" His brows raised slightly as he noticed something different,"Ahh... no Prince Albert, today, Munakata?" However, the sapphire lorum was still in place. Reisi sighed; only he could make his annoyance a beautiful sight to behold. Cupping a hand over the receiver, he leaned down slightly to deliver his words in a discreet whisper, "I've told you, it's not a Prince Albert, it's an Apadravya. And no, not today."

"Hnn.. close enough."

His attention flickered back to the phone as if the speaker could see him, "What's that? 'Upper drive'?No, no one is driving. That makes no sense, Awashima-kun," Reisi joked smoothly to cover up being partially overheard, "In any case, have you concluded with the results of your investigation?"

Suoh sucked his teeth. Without allowing Munakata any time to react, he smeared his tongue along the underside of the exposed length before his entire mouth enclosed over it. A shudder, that seemed more like a flinch, was the only reaction Munakata allowed to be witnessed. He didn't moan and his breathing hardly changed at all. The only evidence of any effect was hidden in his eyes. Not bothering to stop yet, Suoh devoured the flavor of Reisi's endowment quite ordinarily. One might easily mistake his indifference with boredom, but he was far from it. He just knew what Munakata preferred and was more than ready to offer it to him. Silently, he tilted his head back and began to ease the thick flesh to the back of his throat. A husky hum reverberated from him and the sensations were far too euphoric for Reisi to pretend to ignore.

A resonant breathy gasp expelled from him, accented with a taste of his voice, and he shut his eyes.

"Captain, what's wrong? Are you in pain?!" Awashima's voice called.

A second later, Reisi had completely recovered from his folly and delivered is words in near monotone, "I am in excellent condition. I may have had too much to drink today."

"Are you dizzy? Is your head throbbing?" Seri continued, obviously concerned for her superior's well-being.

"In a matter of speaking..." Clenching his teeth, Reisi glared down at the teasing man below him who wore a toying smile as he devoured him. He even had the nerve to growl like some salacious beast with a smouldering gleam in his eyes. It was in that moment that Reisi had forgotten completely about Awashima and the phone. Seeing this, Mikoto withdrew his head and kept his eyes within Reisi's so he could witness every moistened inch of him be revealed. Satisfied, Suoh stood and grasped the hand holding the phone and forced his lips against Reisi's, "You're done now, Munakata," Suoh breathed, prying the cell from Reisi's grasp and aimlessly flinging it over his shoulder. Reisi broke the kiss just in time to direct a hampering force field around the device so it wouldn't crash into pieces upon contact with the solid object. Gently, he lowered it to the floor, then shouted an apology and a promise to call his lieutenant back. Thankfully, a hand to his chin brought him back to what was interrupted and Reisi was engulfed by Suoh's powerful kiss. His shirt was promptly removed and tossed someplace along the floor-glasses and all.

In absolute need and desire, they rasped their hardened flesh against the other. Mikoto couldn't help himself and grabbed Reisi's rear from all the stimulation. The thrill boasted itself for only a moment; a harsh bite pinched the corner of his mouth. He pulled away when he felt a thin trickle of warmth curve his chin. The moment he was separate from Reisi, the darker haired man encircled his fingers around Suoh's neck and tossed him to the ground, where he slid near one of the longer mirrors.

"Get on the floor, please," Reisi demanded coolly; his mocking manner had returned. He stepped over to Suoh, bent down and pulled him by the tassle so their eyes could meet. Highly entertained, Suoh licked his lips, savoring a bit of the blood that still lingered there, "What are you gonna do to me, Munakata...?"

Reisi smiled darkly. His tongue peeked out to sample the line of blood from Suoh's face, and swirled about his own lips to catch any lingering drops, "Exactly what you wanted. I'd rather we not get too ahead of ourselves..."

"Oh...?" What was he saying? He actually didn't want to have sex? Mikoto analyzed Reisi's features candidly, then he gave a short burst of skeptical laughter, "You're a liar," he added.

"I do what I must to meet the circumstance," Briefly, he frowned like a child, "And so are you!"

"So what are we doing now?"

"Bathing. It is what you came in here for, isn't it?"

"Ah.. yeah..." That was the reason, wasn't it? Suoh had almost forgotten.

"Right..." Reisi concluded, scooping up a nearby bucket and a container of body wash. He handed the pail to Suoh then flipped the cap up on the liquid and squirted him in the chest with it.

"Now, let's get you cleaned, shall we?"

OoO

Darn. I couldn't fit everything I wanted into this chapter, as it's already 10 pages, but...I'm sure it's obvious what's to come next...ahem...

DARN IZUMO! ALWAYS POPPIN UP, I SWEAR!

AND THANK GOODNESS FOR TUMBLR. I came across this song, Wareta Ringo, and it's been playing nonstop for these two, now. (Sorry Shakira.) Skyfall also helped a lot! Gave me feels, it did!

As you may have noticed, there are touched on references to the drama cds, the light novels and the manga throughout this. Not just the anime.

HI ENIELL, MISTY AND NAY! ^^

-_- I'm sorry if this chapter sucked. I've reread it so many frickin times, I'll grow numb to it and mess it all up from an overuse of edits.

k bye!

-Mel