Raian glanced at the sleeping form next to him, Ohma's chest rising and falling with each deep breath. He was so completely oblivious to the world around him that it could almost be considered overconfidence.

The fact that anyone would be so relaxed as to sleep in his presence made Raian's hands itch, as if he hadn't caused enough trouble already. After Ohma's room was destroyed by a particularly wild training session in which the crazy Kure decided to hurl him headfirst through the drywall, Grandfather Erioh had punished them by forcing Raian to let Ohma sleep in his room.

And Ohma of course, though not particularly happy about it, did not give much of a shit. Raian loved riling up types like him, to see how far he could push him before he snapped, yet Ohma was much more resilient than any other man he's seen. Living on the Inside has taught him enough patience to last a lifetime, so it was only a *minor* inconvenience to deal with someone like Raian.

Raian usually slept with the curtains open. He liked keeping the windows open at night and wasn't someone who cared about privacy anyways. If someone was stupid enough to attack him in his sleep then let them. It would just be like a lamb walking into the mouth of a lion, and Raian was not one to reject any extra violence that so willingly placed itself into his grasp.

His room was flooded with a dull, silver light, the moon was partially obscured by thick clouds tonight. He could smell rain in the air.

A wide beam almost lined up perfectly with Ohma's sprawled form, highlighting the edges of his face and captivating the attention of his roommate.

Damn bastard doesn't even know how pretty he is, Raian thought snarkily. Guys like Ohma normally annoyed him to no end, but he was different. It was almost endearing how clueless he was to his own charms. Almost.

Wait. Since when did he start thinking Ohma was handsome? He's been nothing but a pain in his ass since he showed up. Raian could feel the growing frustration well up in his chest, and he was almost tempted to throw the sleeping figure out of his room.

He hated the feeling of confusion that began to flood over his body. Being confused was for the weak and for the prey that he devoured without a second thought. He didn't think about petty girl shit like that.

But it was hard for him not to look, with the way his dark lashes hung over his eyes or how his wild hair framed his cheekbones.

Against his own mind, Raian had scooted closer to him to catch a better glimpse, staring almost creepily at Ohma's face in the dark.

Tch! There's nothing special about this asshole! Raian scoffed to himself. He forced himself to roll over to the other side, facing the wall and yanking the blanket over himself almost aggressively.

Dumb fucker's getting in my head.

But he still couldn't go to sleep, even with his eyes screwed shut he saw him in his mind clear as day.

Unfortunately for Raian, his subconscious knew better and had already begun trying to make Ohma his a while ago.

He had bought that shitty cologne from that big fragrance superstore that made his nose burn, glaring so hard at the cashier who had checked him out it was a wonder she didn't burst into flames right then and there.

He had snatched the bag away, leaving the poor girl shaking and stomped the entire way home in a foul mood. The cologne he had offhandedly chosen (it had taken him almost thirty minutes, never again) had been some sharp, oaky forest scent that he didn't really care for but could still withstand without wanting to drown himself in the bathtub. (It totally wasn't because Ohma spent a large portion of his time in the forest or anything.)

It was just so that old man Erioh would stop getting on his ass after missions for smelling like shit, Raian had told himself.

And he had started running his hand through his hair in the morning (because Raian had never heard of a comb before), and bought new, fancier clothes. Not that he didn't already have a revolving door of new clothes from how often he ripped them up, but these were slightly nicer. Just slightly.

Luckily the only ones who seemed to notice were Hollis and Reiichi as perceptive as they were, and they were both unwilling to poke the hornet's nest by bringing it up to him.

But thinking was never Raian's strong suit, anyways. Things tend to get blown up and destroyed when he thought too hard.

Snorting, Raian reached over his shoulder and flicked his face, watching as Ohma grunted and scrunched up his nose, but still remained fast asleep. He did it harder this time, only for his hand to be batted away like a fly.

Growling, the troublemaker almost considered punching him in the face if that bastard kept ignoring him, but as his eyes slid down Ohma's exposed torso he had a better idea.

Raian reared back his arm, aimed, and slammed his open palm down right into Ohma's hard stomach with an audible SMACK that was sure to wake up half the manor.

It did the trick, all right.

Neither Ohma nor Raian slept a wink that night, nor did the entire Kure Village who were kept awake by their wild brawling.

The house shook with the force of their fight, and all through the night one could hear Raian's wild howling and the sound of thudding blows.

Though some of the groans emitted from their quarters sounded suspiciously like something else…