"Oi brat, wake up." A large fist rapped on the Japanese-styled door separating the man and his neighbor; the occupant still fast asleep on the other side. He waited impatiently for a few seconds before knocking again.

"Hey," Ohma Tokita raised his voice this time, eye twitching slightly as the sound of Kure Raian's intense snoring somehow increased in volume.

Noisy idiot.

It was the middle of the night, the only light illuminating the room was thin, slivers of silver moonshine slipping through the curtains. The lithe fighter had about all he could take from his neighbor's incessant snoring, if it could even be called that. It sounded like a motor engine malfunctioning, dying down every now and again only to suddenly start back up. Raian woke him up three times already, three times in the last five hours, and at this point he was on the verge of throttling him in his sleep.

As expected, Raian wasn't exactly the quietest roommate, but it wasn't exactly like he had much of a choice. The main Kure mansion was mostly full, with the only room left at the end of this hallway a joint room next to Raian. Ohma could guess why his room was the only one unoccupied. Raian, the troublemaker that he was, liked to train late at night, meaning midnight or after, and oftentimes Ohma could hear him smashing something at one in the damn morning, a peal of his familiar cackling laugh piercing his peaceful slumber. For the sake of the old man Erioh who let him live there without rent, he grit his teeth and bore with it. And boy was it hard sometimes.

There's free food here, Ohma reminded himself. Free food and all the strong fighters anyone could wish for.

The first day he had moved in after his surgery he had found Raian squatting and looming over him at three a.m., staring down at him with a silent, toothy grin on his face right next to his futon. Ohma never thought there would be anyone weirder than Kiryu Setsuna until then, and in a sleepy haze he threw a sloppy punch that Raian easily dodged. And then that fucker proceeded to jump out his window. In his defense, Ohma was still a bit woozy from the medication for his heart and wasn't expecting Raian of all people to break into his room, otherwise he probably wouldn't have missed his target. Karla he had expected, which was why he made sure everything was locked down before he went to bed. But somehow Raian had managed to get through the locks without a sound and then proceeded to leer at him like a stalker.

Regardless, Ohma had grown accustomed to his weird habits as he himself was not exactly normal. But these past two days Raian had begun snoring loudly and constantly, and he was at the end of his rope. Or else he wouldn't be standing in front of the backdoor, freezing in the chilly winter night in nothing but his boxers.

Damn, Ohma growled as Raian let out a particularly loud rumble, opting to just break the lock and deal with him before he was sentenced to another sleepless night.

The bolt snapped easily under the pressure of his hand, the door creaking softly as he slid it open, revealing Raian spread-eagle on his back in the middle of the room. Somehow the demon Kure had migrated from his bed to the floor during the night without waking up, mouth parted and drooling.

The wool blankets were strewn around him, tangled around his powerful legs and barely covering what Ohma assumed was his naked groin.

Really? During the winter? Ohma sighed.

He let out an irritated huff and padded towards the younger fighter, nearly tripping over multiple items thrown haphazardly on the floor. Nudging him with his foot, Raian just snorted and rolled over to the other side letting out a string of curses under his breath. Several prods later and he was still snoring soundly, and Ohma subtly wondered how he hadn't been murdered in his sleep yet. The Kures had a lot of enemies, and he was sure Raian had even more than the average clan member.

"Hey wake up," Ohma stooped down and shook his shoulders hard, finally waking up the resting boulder.

Apparently Raian wasn't used to being woken up in the middle of the night, immediately lurching forward and pushing Ohma to the ground with a snarl. "What the fuck do you want bitch?"

"For you to stop snoring, moron," Ohma squeezed the wrists that were holding him down, eye blazing and rearing for a fight.

"Oh yeah?" Raian taunted with a wide smirk on his face, applying more pressure to his grip and drawing out a growl.

Pulling his leg back, Ohma rammed it into Raian's stomach and threw him across the room, sending slight tremors through the walls of the house from the force of his kick. It was a miracle none of the other Kures were woken by the racket, but then they were probably already used to whatever unholy sounds came from Raian's room at night.

Barely fazed, said Kure lunged forward and met him halfway, locking hands and wrestling each other to the carpet with an audible crash.

They rolled across the floor, knocking over any furniture in the way and spitting insults that would make any sailor blush. Normally Ohma was relatively immune to threats and curses, but something about Raian made his temper short-circuit sometimes. Perhaps listening to him "snore" that loudly for over a week had done it.

Eventually, Raian was able to get the upper hand on Ohma, hard knees digging into his waist as he rocked his weight back on the other man's thighs. His body weight kept him pressed down on the ground, though Ohma could have easily broken free.

But he was feeling generous (tired) today.

Ohma was almost tempted to smack the sneer off his face, but he knew that would just escalate the fight. Honestly he was surprised the whole place hasn't been demolished-excluding the fist-sized holes in the plaster-and waking up the entire neighborhood wasn't exactly on his to-do list.

Just bear with it for now, Ohma thought grumpily. I'll slap the shit outta him in the morning. Just you wait kid.

He had completely forgotten about Raian's state of undress until he glanced down, suddenly bucking up his hips and trying to push him off. It wasn't like Ohma cared much about nakedness, but he'd much rather not have a grown man sitting on his dick when he was only in his boxers. Especially not Kure Raian, who was fully naked like the weirdo he was.

"Get off and put some pants on dipshit!"

Raian's grin grew impossibly wider and he stuck out his tongue, forcing Ohma back down with his ass. "What, does it bother you or something, you perverted fuck?" With a harsh bark of laughter he roughly ground down on Ohma making him hiss.

"Son of a bitch!" Ohma swore noisily and redoubled his efforts to escape, whipping his head back and forth. This was giving him serious flashbacks to Imai Cosmo. Except back then his adversary was thankfully clothed.

"Uncomfortable? Or just excited to see me?" Raian thrust his face close, making Ohma bang his head on the ground with a solid thump to avoid being headbutted.

"Motherfucker," Ohma grunted and turned his head to the side, too tired to deal with his bullshit anymore. His eyelids felt heavy, he had barely slept the last two days after all, and training over eight hours a day definitely didn't help.

For a moment the only sound in the room was their panting, and neither men moved.

"Going to sleep already?" Raian's breath was hot on his face, so close that Ohma could smell the scent of the udon he had for dinner mingled with a faint trace of sweat and cologne.

Cologne? Since when did Raian wear cologne?

"Back off, your breath stinks," Ohma groaned and held a hand between them.

"Oh yeah, you fuck? How about a closer whiff?" Raian cackled.

"For fuck's sake-" The rest of his sentence was abruptly cut short as Raian surged forward to collide their lips together, or at least tried to. A jolt of pain shot through Ohma's mouth as their teeth clashed, the familiar metallic tang of blood on his tongue.

Raian latched onto his bottom lip with his teeth, biting down hard as Ohma moaned in pain. Grabbing his shoulders, Ohma tried once again to push him off, but Raian had his biceps in a vice grip and neither fighter was budging.

Fine then, if he wanted to play rough then so be it.

Snarling, Ohma shifted his weight onto one side and rolled Raian under him with all his strength, placing him on top this time. It shocked the Kure enough to let him go-finally, he was about to chew through his lip, and damned if he had to answer questions the next morning.

"You mothefucker! You call that a damn kiss fucking brat?!" Ohma roared, blood spilling from his cut and dripping down his chin, where it splattered in crimson pools all over Raian's chest.

"What, like you can do better you dumb virgin fuck!" He flung his head forward again, but this time Ohma was one step ahead of him and got there first, trying to force his tongue in his mouth.

The ensuing battle for dominance was nothing short of a gross mess with an excessive amount of spit and blood, but as Kengan fighters it was nothing compared to the battles they've experienced. As expected, neither gave an inch, at least not until Raian suddenly grabbed a fisful of his seaweed hair and gave it a vicious tug, strong enough to pull out a clump of dark brown strands.

"Fuck!" Using the opportunity to slip into his opponent's mouth, Raian's victory was short-lived as Ohma took the chance to exact retribution by sinking his teeth deep into his tongue. Huffing through his nose, Raian saw red as Ohma bit down even harder.

Sharp stabs of pain shot through Ohma's back as Raian dug his fingers hard into his muscles, which Ohma returned by jabbing as hard as he could into his bulging biceps.

White hot agony exploded behind Ohma's eyes as the delinquent rammed a knee into his groin and his legs gave out, his forehead bashing against Raian's upper lip.

"That...was for the fucking tournament…" Raian wheezed between breaths, chest heaving with the other man still laying on top.

"Shut up...Raian…" Eyes shut tightly, Ohma could feel himself drifting away in the darkness, too tired to even bother getting off of him.

"...You weigh...like a goddamn truck."

"Shitty brat," Ohma's voice was barely audible and he didn't respond to the poke in his ribs that would have normally pissed him off. There was the soft sound of rustling as Raian shifted underneath him before falling still, hand relaxing on his shoulder.

Giving up trying to fight back the darkness threatening to engulf him, he let the sound of Raian's quieting pants and warm body lull him to an easy, dreamless sleep. He could always beat him in the morning, after all.

There was no more snoring for the rest of the night.

"What the hell?" In the doorway stood Kure Hollis and Reiichi, who were sent to find them after neither man showed up to breakfast.

"Should we wake them up?" Reiichi whispered. Raian twitched from his position on the ground, face scrunching momentarily but didn't wake.

"No, I don't want to deal with waking up that devil Raian in the morning."

"Why are they covered in blood? And why is he naked?"

"I don't know, but don't tell Karla." Hollis sighed.

"Don't tell me what?" Speak of the devil, and she shall arrive.

"Oh fuck."