Author's note:

Hey guys just wanted to say thanks for all the nice reviews I rather enjoy reading them every morning. I'm not sure where I'm taking this story but I'm open to ideas about how This ship should sail. Hope you enjoy this chapter, I tried not to hurt Fushimi anymore than I already did...

Yata froze. He just, stood there staring at Fushimi rolled over clutching his bleeding nose, naked, while Waddles sat on the island sleeping. He wasn't exactly sure what his next plan of action should be, did he cover his friend with a towel or blanket, and then tend to his wounds? Or did he tend to his wounds and risk seeing Fushimi even more naked than he already has? Yata decided on the latter. Cautiously walking over to Fushimi he stood over him, really trying hard to not stare at the man's butt.

"Uh...Fushimi...you need some help? I could get you a rag to wipe up your nose blood, a band-aid for that cut on your face..."

Fushimi stopped cursing and went completely still. He was trying, really he was. He was trying very hard not to turn around and lash out at Yata. This whole thing wasn't exactly his fault, he may have left his skate-board laying around, but Fushimi had neglected to get his glasses, and Waddles... He felt bad blaming a duck for his misfortune but really, this was mostly that ducks fault.

"Yata, I would very much like it if you would grab me a rag, thank you." He said, his voice was carefully measured to not sound to menacing, while also injected with enough venom to make sure Misaki knew he really fucked things up leaving his stupid skate-board laying around.

Understanding the tone in the man's voice Yata quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed the first rag he saw, coating it in warm water he turned just in time to see Fushimi attempting to stand up, all the while trying not to flash Yata. With a slight blush Yata walked over, focusing very hard on Fushimi's eyes and trying not to let his own stray.

"Here's the rag you wanted, I'll go grab your glasses and you can go put some clothes on."

Fushimi accepted the rag and started to carefully dab at his nose and cut. It stung his cheek and Fushimi resisted the urge to start yelling a string of curses again. He leaned up against the wall, his stomach pressed against it trying to cover himself while he waited for Yata to give him his glasses so he could finally put some clothes on. Upon receiving said glasses Fushimi stood up a little taller, holding his head high despite being completely naked in front of his life long friend, and turned to walk to his room, leaving a stunned Yata to wait for his return

Yata, still blushing like an obsessed fangirl returned to the kitchen to see what Waddles was up to.

"You caused a load of trouble you know," Yata said to the little duck. "I mean, you got to see Fushimi up close and personal and then you caused him to run into a wall while he tried to get back to his shower."

Yata leaned closer to the little duck, not knowing if Waddles could understand him, but not caring if he could either.

"To be honest, I'm a little jealous, I mean you got to be up close and personal with Fushimi. That's more than I've ever gotten and I've known him for years-"

The clearing of throat caused Yata to shut his mouth quickly and turn around in a flash. Behind Yata stood an upset Fushimi with toilet paper up his nose, considering his nose had still not stopped bleeding.

"I'm sorry, Don't let my presence in to room stop you from un-loading all your dark secrets on Waddles, do tell us more about how you wish you could, how did you say it? 'Get up close and personal' with me?" Fushimi said with a smirk.

Fushimi quite enjoyed watching Yata squirm under his harsh stare. Really, If Misaki wanted to take their 'relationship' to the next level all he had to do was ask. Fushimi was no stranger to sex, with the same sex, and frankly he'd been a little curious about Misaki as well. Of course, they were just friends, but it didn't hurt to do a little something on the side every now and again.

Waddles couldn't believe his morning. Finding such a large pond, only to be picked up and lathered in bubbles and rubbed all over his mother, it really was strange. Then he was dropped on a large island and had to watch his mother crash into walls and bleed all over the floor. It really was an eventful morning.

Now Fushimi and Yata stood, staring at each other while a certain duck sat staring at them.