As much as he thinks its not his business, Ichiru still feeling curious. His eyes following Sagara after he come out from the bathroom, topless, sit on the edge of the bed and drying his wet hair. Ichiru took the initiative to help him, now carefully rubbing Sagara's long hair using the towel to dry it as Sagara casually drink a can of beer.

Sagara's hair isn't greasy, though it's not particularly smooth either. Just normal, since it's rarely undergo some treatment despite Sagara has no problem to do it if he wants to. Money is not a problem for him, afterall, yet not even once Ichiru found Sagara went to beauty parlor and such. Rather strange since his line of work kind of obligate him to appears clean and stylish, yet he barely wear anything decent unless its special occasion. Which happen at least once a year the fastest.

"I just not too fond of beauty parlor." Sagara said when Ichiru asked him in the end.

"Why not?"

"They always talk too much, trying to get their customers engage in pointless chitchat."

"Yeah, but it's not like you can't make them shut up."

"Too much work to handle whoever come in."

"Then just make the one tending you shut their mouth."

"And have others give us strange stare?"

"Well, true." Ichiru make a pause, thinking, "Wait, since when you bother with how people look at you?"

"Who knows."

Ichiru grumbles, unsatisfied with Sagara's vague answer. Knowing him, he won't say another word even if Ichiru press him, will ended up with Ichiru talking to himself as Sagara won't ever give any response.

He went to hang the wet towel after he done, glance at Sagara who's still enjoying his beer in silence. Well, it's not like Sagara doesn't look good with long hair, but he's curious about how he looks like with short hair.

Curious.

Too much.

"Say, want me to cut your hair?"

"Hm? Why suddenly?"

"You said you don't favor beauty parlor, but having long hair is kinda troublesome, right? Well, i'm not saying i'm good at that, but if I only need to cut it off, I can do it."

Sagara had his eyebrows lifted, and he said nothing for a moment while staring at Ichiru, long enough to make Ichiru feel rather uncomfortable.

"If you don't want it, then—"

"Alright, then."

"Yeah, sure—Eh? What?"

"Alright. Cut my hair for me."

"....You sure about that?"

"Mmhm. As you said, you only need to cut it off."

"Oh.... Right.... Right. Wait."

Ichiru rushed to his bedroom downstairs to get his scissors and any other tools, doesn't want to make Sagara wait for too long, or worse, changed his mind.

"I'm here! Let's do it!"

"I won't go anywhere. Calm down."

"Your body is. Your mind isn't."

Sagara chuckles and heading to the balcony, follows by Ichiru right away. Ichiru uses Sagara's dry towel as cover, make sure Sagara's body is covered before starts brushing his hair.

"I never know you have the tools."

"Ah? Oh.... Well, hair salon is kinda expensive, so I usually cut my own hair."

"Heeeh."

"What do you expect anyway?"

"Nothing?"

"Then why asking?"

"I can't?"

"Of course you can. Just—Ah, whatever."

Ichiru start working, carefully cut Sagara's hair bit by bit. He can hear Sagara humming lightly, but decided to ignore it since he needs to concentrate. He surely doesn't want to accidentally cut the wrong place and made Sagara's mood turned sour, because he kinda tight on money lately. Still, since Sagara seems to be relaxed, there's nothing wrong with being casual.

"You don't have work today?"

"Hmmm.... No until evening."

"The fridge is empty, though. I can't make you lunch."

"It's fine. The beers are there."

"Dude, are you trying to kill me?"

Sagara chuckles in response.

"Just order something."

"What do you wanna eat?"

"Nothing in particular. You choose."

"Well, sure."

Ichiru kinda expected his answer, since that's what he says almost every time. Sagara doesn't seem to have certain favourite and not a picky eater, though his first choice is always alcohol. Ichiru never see him refuse to eat certain food, will eat just anything offered for him no matter how strange it taste. At least strange enough for Ichiru's tongue.

"Do you have something you like?"

"Something like what?"

"Food?"

"Hmm.... Not really. I'm not picky."

"Thought so. But normally one will have something they prefer over others, right?"

"I learnt not to have preference, since it's hindering my job."

"How so?"

"If my opponent knows my preference, they surely will try to exploit that information, right?"

"Yeah, but really? That far?"

"For example, if one knows what kind of food I like, it will be easy for them to poison me since I will have that food."

"Oh.... Right...."

Ichiru went silent, now thinking about many things as his hands keep working.

"I like canned beer, though."

"Huh? Really?"

"Mmhm."

"Not because it's easy to get?"

"No."

".......But you always order the most expensive wine at bars."

"For work, yes. Since it's not my money."

"Dude, how stingy can you be."

Ichiru grumbles and Sagara laughs a little. Even if their conversation always this light and unimportant, Ichiru always treasure it. Because this little chit-chat is the only way for him to know more about Sagara. Even after some time the live together, Sagara is still super secretive, will leave him wondering if the topic is getting sensitive. Ichiru asked once, whether Sagara did because Sagara doesn't trust him yet.

'It's for your own safety. The less you know, the less chance anyone will attack you.'

That was his answer. It left Ichiru feeling unsatisfied, but he didn't press more. On purpose or not, Ichiru still happy to know Sagara think about his safety, even though the main reason is Sagara trying to save his own ass. Ichiru can't be too picky.

"Okay, done."

Sagara hums as he see his own reflection, unclear if he's satisfied or not by Ichiru's work. Ichiru admit, it's not that good to be proud about, but he doesn't think he messed up that badly. But what he thinks is not important since Sagara's decision is what matters.

"Well? Is it good or not?"

"Hmm.... Mm."

"What's that 'mm' supposed to be mean? You're being vague."

"Hmm.... I don't think I will pay you, if you work at some parlor."

"Just say it sucks, really."

Sagara chuckles again, cleanse the hair stick around his neck before putting on some shirt as Ichiru sweep the floor.

"Say, what date is today?"

"Huh? 5th September, why?"

Sagara said nothing. For some reason, his expression changed. He doesn't seem angry or gloomy, let alone happy, but.... Something. Ichiru couldn't tell what.

"Dude, you okay?"

"Yeah, I am. Why asking?"

"No, just.... You made a face just now. You sure you okay?"

"Yes, i'm okay." Sagara give off his usual vague smile, "I need to go somewhere today. Have dinner without me."

"Oh, okay. Have a safe—Wait, what am I gonna buy food with?"

Sagara took out some cash from his wallet, thick enough for food alone, and Ichiru surely won't protest, happily snatch the cash and casually counting the amount. Sagara left without another word, no specific instruction either, means Ichiru is free to have fun by himself. The money he gave is enough for Ichiru to have exquisite dinner at some hotel, but today he just wanna laze around inside the house. Maybe he will visit the convenient store to buy a lot of snacks and spend the day watching the TV. He had enough partying last night, trying to fish out some rich pervert but barely succeed.

'I wonder where he went, though.'

He thought, but pay no attention and quick on ordering deliveries.

======

Ichiru frowns when he felt strong light hit him, slowly opening his eyes, and found the morning sunrise blasting too hard to his barely awaken self. He blinks the sleepiness away, mumbling his curse to whoever disturb his good sleep.

"Good morning."

"....Mm.... Ning...."

He replies half-heartedly, eyes following the movement of that boney arm in his half asleep state.

Right. Last night, he sneaked into Sagara's bedroom since Sagara didn't return even after past midnight. He thought he will return to his own room before Sagara come home but then he completely forgot about everything the moment his nose met Sagara's pillow, and fell asleep right away.

His head turned sharply at that realisation—because Sagara usually will get mad if Ichiru entered his room without permission—hoping Sagara won't give him that cold eyes.

"S-Sorry! I'll get out right a—" Ichiru blinks, "....way...."

What he saw however, is not Sagara but someone else.

Topless.

Next to him.

On Sagara's bed.

Ichiru is completely stunned by this man's appearance. He's not even that muscular, and obviously not that young either. His grayish hair is a little shorter than his shoulder which perfectly framed his visage, shines brightly from the sunlight, contrast with his a little dull eyes. The way his side bang fell from beneath his ear seems really sexy, and he couldn't helped but swallows hard. It's natural for men to have their morning glory, but damn. Seeing such a beauty the moment he open his eyes, he can feel his inner beast got woken up.

'Fuck, I rarely affected by someone's appearance beside that jerk, but damn....' Ichiru didn't realise his mouth is gaped, 'Yet.... Why does he look so familiar?'

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"H-Huh?"

Ichiru blinks in confusion. The way this man raised his eyebrow is exactly like Sagara. Not to mention, he also heard Sagara's voice when this man opened his mouth.

"Uhh.... I...."

"You looks like you're looking at a ghost or something."

"Eh?"

"Well, sleep more if you're that tired."

That man then gets up, sit on the edge of the bed with his back is now facing Ichiru. Ichiru stares stupidly, took a while watching this man grab a towel and undressing to take a bath, before his eyes finally widened in shock.

"Wait—King???"

"Yes?"

"It's really you??"

"Huh? Who do you think I was?"

Now it's Sagara's turn to give him confused look.

"What's with your hair??"

"Weren't you the one cut it for me yesterday?"

"Y-yeah, but not like that!"

"Ah, you mean this."

Sagara casually touch his hair, which is trimmed and styled properly unlike Ichiru's random cut from yesterday.

"Well, I just feel like it."

"....The fuck?"

"Why does it matter to you? I'm just trimming your work."

"I-I know that! I mean—"

Ichiru's mouth still open, but no words came out. Sagara's change of appearance shock him too much. Not because it looks strange or doesn't fit Sagara's image, but because it fits Sagara.

Too much.

Ichiru curses inwardly after Sagara enter the bathroom, now trying hard to calm himself as he got too excited over his own wild fantasies. Seeing Sagara in such look the moment he opened his eye is too much for him. The desire to push Sagara to bed is raging wild, but he know he can't do that no matter what. So he quickly run downstairs to his own room, jumped under the shower to calm himself.

'Fuck, that was close.' He thought to himself, halfly voicing it out loud, 'I almost molest him since I thought he's someone else.'

He took some time to shower, came out to get something to eat but halted to see Sagara sit on the sofa in the living room. He tried to act normal, ignoring Sagara's presence and went straight to the kitchen to prepare some easy breakfast.

"You wanna eat something? There's only store bought onigiri, though."

"Mm. That will do."

Ichiru took a pack of onigiri he bought last night and reheat it, chanting some mantra inwardly while waiting as his eyes glued to Sagara in the living room.

'Fuck, that appearance is so unfair!'

He has no time to curse more, though, because his stomach is gurgling like an earthquake. He brought the reheated onigiri to the living room and put the plate on the coffee table in front of Sagara, sit on the single chair next to the sofa instead of joining Sagara since he's not sure if Sagara's mood is good enough for him to be quite close. Ichiru's eyes never once leaves him as he slowly munching. Heck, that new hairstyle is deadly. Ichiru is struggling to calm the thing between his legs just by seeing it.

"Are you busy tonight?"

"Ah? Huh? O-oohh, no. No, i'm not."

"I see."

"What? Got a job?"

"Hmmm.... Maybe."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't think it's a job."

"Then I don't get paid? Well, I don't wanna do it then."

"....Obviously, eh."

The way Sagara made a brief pause put a strange pressure on Ichiru.

"But of course i'll go if you tell me to!"

"It's okay. I don't want to force you—"

"I'll go! I'll go, okay? Fuck money, i'll go."

"You sure?"

"Yeah!"

Sagara looking at him with eyebrow raised. Ichiru usually won't be so eager to change his mind when he heard no money involved.

"Well.... If you say so."

Sagara then focus his attention back to the television as Ichiru sighs lightly in relief. He doesn't really want to go outside, especially for work, but he couldn't help but want to see Sagara as much as he can. With that new haircut.

'Fuck I'll go. Not gonna let the bitches at the bar leering at him too much.'

"By the way, what are we gonna do?"

Ichiru ask in attempt to shove away his dirty thoughts.

"Hmm.... I haven't decided."

"What? What about your client?"

"There's no client for this one."

"Huh?"

"Well, you only need to show up."

"Oh.... Okay. And then?"

"And.... Dress nicely?"

"Uhuh. And?"

"And.... Just do what I said."

"It literally has no difference from what I usually do, ignoring the fact you told me to dress nicely this time as I always did without you telling me to, but okay."

"Nah, not like that. I don't mean you need to dress like a host or gigolo or something."

"Oh.... Then what?"

"Something nice? Not too formal but good enough."

"....Ah. We gonna meet at some fancy restaurant or something?"

"You can say that."

"Okay, I get it. I don't think I need to say it, but you know I won't embarrassed you."

Sagara say nothing and only smile lightly. Ichiru got confused by his strange action but has no courage to ask. If Sagara thinks Ichiru needs to know, he will talk about it anyway. Who knows when.

In the evening, Ichiru did as he told and chose his clothing properly. Sagara hasn't return since he left in the afternoon to take care of 'things'. Ichiru doesn't really want to know what those 'things' are so he didn't bother, got busy choosing the right outfit since hours ago.

"Well, this should be fine."

He stares at his own reflection in the mirror, checking himself properly before brush his hair and put on some cologne. He heard Sagara's car entering the gate, hurriedly went to the front door to greet him. Sagara only peek out from the driver seat when Ichiru open the door.

"You ready? Let's go."

Ichiru quick on putting on his shoes and run to the car, standing in front of the door of the driver seat.

"What are you doing? Get in."

"Huh? I thought i'm driving?"

"Not tonight. Hurry up."

"Huh? Oh, fine."

Ichiru hurriedly take a seat at the front next to Sagara, still confused why he wants to drive since it never happened before. When he's in a good, he doesn't want to drive. When he's in a bad mood, there's no way he gonna take the wheel.

'This's getting scary.' Ichiru thought, 'He won't sell me or something, right?'

He glance at Sagara, just now had his mind clear enough to see the way Sagara dressed. It's not anything too fancy, just a dark grey dress shirt with sleeves rolled up, black pants, and that shiny shoes he never see before. Beside, Sagara got above average in look wise, so of course he will look even more seducing if he watch his appearance. Not to mention, Sagara obviously put on effort on looking good tonight. To say he looked decent is an understatement.

Ichiru gulped. Again, something between his legs got excited and he had to look away from Sagara to calm himself. Good thing he decided to went ahead instead of following Sagara's advice about 'something good enough'. If he did, he will certainly look out of place in contrast with Sagara himself.

"Uh, so.... Where are we heading?"

"Dinner?"

"Where?"

"My usual."

"....You have usual hangout place beside bars and clubs?"

"Oh, I rarely go there. But I will come once a year."

"Sounds like celebration."

Sagara smiles faintly.

"Who knows. Personally, it's not something worth to be celebrate."

Ichiru about to ask what he means by that, but got distracted by the sight outside the window. He never been this area before, since it's quite far from where he usually hangout, and because this district is well-known as the upperclassmen's garden. Someone like him, no matter how hard he work his ass off, will never have enough money to set a foot in this place.

"So.... you're a regular?"

"Like I said before, I only come once a year."

"The reason for that 'once a year', is not because of you don't have enough money, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then why? You're rich enough to live in this place, yet you chose that place?"

Sagara went silent. Ichiru quick on rephrase his words after noticing it.

"No, i'm not talking about your current house, not the building itself. I mean.... Why in that place? That area is literally garbage. Normally people won't live there if they have other choice. Especially if the option is something this extravagant."

Sagara doesn't answer right away, let the silence take over for quite a moment, long enough for Ichiru to feel awkward and uncomfortable.

"You might won't understand, but...." Sagara says eventually, "When they say money can't buy you happiness, it's not entirely wrong."

Now is Ichiru's turn to fell silent. Yes, Ichiru can't understand that. As someone who was born in extreme poverty, he needs to know any dirty tricks to survive. He won't get food just being optimistic, dream and such won't fill his stomach, and no money will come to hands if he didn't work for it. He is sure the solution for his problem is being rich, so he can't understand Sagara's feeling.

The car finally parked in front of a hotel. When Ichiru get down from the car and looking at the building properly, he couldn't help but feel blinded by the extravagant building. He wonder how much the cheapest room costs for a night, but decided not to think about it since he doesn't want to have an heart attack.

Ichiru follows Sagara inside, acting casual even though deep down he feels like screaming out in frustration from how unfair life is, to see these people in their expensive clothing casually going in and out as if this place cost nothing. He tried hard not to glare in envy and just staring at the blinding interior.

'Fuck, even the elevator is this fancy.' He made sure not to graze anything by accident, 'And this jerk casually enter like he own this place.'

"No need to be so tense."

"Huh?"

"You make a face as if you want to burn the whole building."

Sagara's chuckles made Ichiru grumbles inwardly, both in embarrassment to hear Sagara say such thing, and the excitement to see how cute Sagara's laugh is.

"Sorry that my poor ass can't take this shit."

"Ahaha. Well, it's fine to have a change of pace, once in a while."

"Dude, this isn't a pace anymore. I can't even accelerate."

Again, Sagara laughs, casually follows this fairly looking waiter who has been waiting for them in front of the restaurant door. Ichiru now getting worried for the surrounding noticed how out of place he is. He lightly tug Sagara's shirt and whispers to him.

"I won't get kicked out, will I?"

"Why will you?"

"I dunno. Because I don't look rich?"

"Do I look rich?"

"Hell you are! You fit in just fine."

"You look fine."

"Really?"

"Mmhm. You look cute enough."

"The fuck? Don't call a grown man cute."

Ichiru grumbles again, though deep down feel happy to hear Sagara's compliment.

"Don't worry about it. None will act rude as long as the guests don't act like one."

"That' reassuring."

The waiter led them the one of the table next to a really wide glass window, left after filling their glass with expensive looking wine Ichiru never see before. The menu book handed to him before is written in something he can't recognise, and he can only tell from the picture just what dishes are made from what. Ichiru can speak a few languages and he still can't tell.

Is this even human's language?

"You can order anything you like."

"Heck, I can't even read. What language is this?"

Sagara chuckles.

"Want to order everything on the list, then?"

"Are you for real?"

"Of course."

"That's tempting, but...." Ichiru looks at the menu again, "I can tell which is safe enough. What's your recommendation?"

"Hmmm.... I tried everything, and they're all good."

"Yeah. Which do you like?"

"Their wine?"

Ichiru rolls his eyes.

"Dude, seriously? I dunno about you but I surely don't wanna fill my stomach with alcohol alone."

"Well, true. Why don't you follow the recommendation, then?"

"....I can eat anything from the list, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I want their recommendation and what you usually have."

Sagara made no comment, just call the waiter from before and order. Ichiru trying to follows what Sagara said, checking the picture what kind of food is that. For some reason, hearing Sagara perfectly spelled those strange named food makes him droll in anticipation. If turns out it doesn't taste as good as Sagara's voice, he might as well sue them. In his mind.

"By the way, what kind of person is today's client?" Ichiru finally ask when the waiter left, "Damn, their wine is really good. Even the most expensive in the bar is nowhere near this."

"We can take the rest of the bottle home, if you want." Sagara smiles while sipping his own glass, "They won't serve the opened bottle to another guests anyway."

"Sweet! I can't wait to taste another flavor."

"Sure, after dinner."

"And then? What about the client?"

Again, Sagara let the uncomfortable silence taking over first.

"Hmm.... I'll let you decided what kind of person tonight's client is."

"Huh? What's that mean?"

"Because it's your client?"

"Huh? Really? Not yours?"

Sagara shook his head.

"Well, okay. When is this client gonna show up?"

"He's sitting right in front of you."

"What?"

Ichiru blinks. Took him a few moments before he understand what Sagara is saying.

"Gosh, Dude. If you wanna hang out, just say so."

"Well, tonight is different."

"What is?"

"Things." Sagara look outside the window, "Today is supposed to be special. But i've been coming here alone, at this day, sit on the same chair while looking at the same sky for years."

"....I.... see. Has anything to do with her, huh?"

"....Not really, but not wrong either."

Ichiru can ask no more after that, let the silence take over between them as he sipping the wine and Sagara looking out of the window, watching the city from above. If his wife is involved, then there's nothing he can do.

'At least he doesn't get mad at all.'

Ichiru thought, glad that even though he ask so many insensitive things, Sagara hasn't glare at him. Now that the bean spilled a little, Ichiru can see the sadness in Sagara's eyes. Even though it's not as apparent as usual. Maybe because they're currently outside right now.

The waiter come with their orders one by one, and Ichiru is amazed even more by the sight of the luxurious treat, as well wondering how the upperclassmen had their stomach full with so little portion, since even his late night snack is much filling than this. They start their dinner right away, and once again Ichiru blasted by how good it tasted. He heard from others that mostly expensive treats aren't as tasty as the look like, and he tasted some disappointing enough to make him feel sceptic, yet everything from this place is out of ordinary. The only regret he has is, the portion is too small for him.

"Well, you can always ask more if you want." Sagara says when Ichiru tells him about it.

"Nah. The fact they didn't put how much each costs in the menu is scary enough. I'll get burgers if I got hungry again."

"So you think burgers are tastier?"

"It's not fair to compare both, but since burger is more affordable, I choose burger."

"For the same reason, you better take the chance and have more. Since i'm not sure when I will take you here next time. Maybe tomorrow, maybe no at all."

Ichiru fell silent. The offer is too tempting to be refused, but the pressure he felt from being there alone is enough to forced his stomach to be full.

"Well, i'll get the wine then. At least we can take those home."

"Alright."

Ichiru look outside the window as Sagara speaks with the waiter to choose the wine. The city seems so far away from this place, and the sparks of its neverending lights add more to its beauty. He wonder if this kind of sight is what the richest always see, blinding them, makes them failed to realise there're so many garbage dump beneath. Including the area where he lives in.

"You like the view?"

"I don't hate it. But it's kinda frustrating since everything looks so fucking good from this point. No wonder guys with money doesn't understand our struggles."

"You're right. Having too much money in both hands can blinded you."

"....Is that why you don't wanna be a part of them?"

"I have different reason."

"Because your wife lived in that garbage dump?"

"....One of the reason, yes."

"What's the others?"

"....You know what that is. I had a time when I feel like I have nothing, because my wealth can't save one thing I want to save so much."

'Her life.'

Ichiru winced inwardly. He can't understand Sagara's pain, since he never experience it. Sometimes it passed his mind, the thought when he can no longer be with Sagara. But thinking about it alone isn't enough to feel the grieve. Yes, he doesn't want to lose Sagara. But when the time has come, he doesn't think he will that desperate and lonely.

He think.

"Thank you for tonight."

"It's nothing. I lost nothing by following your strange request."

"No, i'm really glad. Because you tag along, I'm not sitting alone here this year."

"....Right, you said it before. Mind telling me what day today is?"

"...."

"Wedding anniversary? First date? Her birthday? Or.... Her death anniversary?"

"It's my birthday actually."

"....What?"

"As I said before, it's not something worth to celebrate. But every year, she will forced me to have dinner here to celebrate it."

"...."

"The birthday itself isn't important, but.... I can't forget all the effort she put on, so she will never miss my birthday, so both of us can be together even for a brief moment." The way Sagara smiles is really lonely and sad, "At this place, none can recognise us. We don't need to put on appearance here unlike the city. This's the only place where both of us can become.... us. That few hours, she treasure it the most."

Sagara shift his glance from the window to Ichiru, give him that same sad smile whenever Sagara think about his wife.

"I'm sorry I forced you to take me company. I had a feeling you will refuse when you know the reason, so.... I didn't tell you beforehand. Sorry."

Ichiru staring back at Sagara before lowering his eyes. He wonder how long Sagara has been celebrating his birthday alone after her death, seeing the same sight every year, eating the same meal, drink the same wine, with no one sit across to him to say 'happy birthday' to him. He wonder how Sagara feels to keep on living with such pain and burden, because he doesn't want to forget her no matter how long has passed. He wonder how Sagara can bear the pain. He wonder how Sagara keep his sanity.

"You should've told me. I'll at least prepare a present." Ichiru murmurs under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"Present. You didn't tell me, so I prepare nothing as your birthday present."

"Oh.... I don't need any."

"Yeah, of course I know that. Whatever I can afford, you can buy it ten fold the amount. Of course you need no present from me at all."

"That's not what I mean. I don't need any present, because all I want is for her to return to life. None can grant it."

"Well, that's.... of course...."

"That's why I don't need anything. Still," Sagara hold Ichiru's hand, "Your presence here means a lot for me. That alone is more than enough. Thank you."

Ichiru can feel his heart thumping so hard as if it's trying to jump out of his ribcages because Sagara suddenly hold his hand. He couldn't contain his happiness, but he needs to act cool.

"You sure that's all you want?"

"Yes."

"Okay, i'll be her substitute for tonight. I'll stay with you until you tell me to fuck off."

"You will?"

"Mmhm."

"Glad to hear. Because I already rent a room downstair."

"Huh?"

"We won't go home tonight."

"Uhh.... To do what?"

Sagara doesn't answer and smiles misteriously, then ask the waiter to take Ichiru outside as he pay the bills. Ichiru follows the waiter with jumbled mind.

'He rent a room? For what? To mourn? Reminiscent? Chit chat? Or.... Sex—no, that's fucking impossible.'

Ichiru shook his head heard, trying to push away his dirty thought popped up in his mind as well calming down the excitement between his legs. He strongly denying every unbelieveable scenario where he and Sagara have some time to be....together, as he doesn't want to get his hopes up and crushed in cruel way, just like how Sagara usually is.

When he follows Sagara downstairs to get into their room, and pinned down on the door as soon as the door closed, his mind went totally blank and let Sagara led him with their heated kisses. He doesn't even remember when they undressed or how did they got onto the bed, too busy to moaning Sagara's name in between their rough kisses. It doesn't matter even if he's only a substitute, as long as he can be this close and intimate with Sagara.

As long as the impossible is the one happening, he could care less about the reason.