Iori and Kyo have been living togeher for two years after the Kof tournament. They aren't married yet because Kyo still goes to college and is a part-time model while Iori has numerous concert tours with his band. And since both are always busy, they hired Shingo, who is too willing, to be their part-time houseboy. Shingo has got a huge crush on Kyo, and as always, tries to impress him frequently. Iori responds somewhat irritated about this but not jealous enough to stir up a catfight. Besides, they really need a good houseboy for their studio-home.

Recently, Iori has been away too long for his beloved Kyo can endure because of the European Tour. So he wonders inside the dressing room backstage what he can bring home for Kyo. Smirking evilly in front of the mirror, eyes glowing with Orochi energy, he finally thought of the perfect gift.

He heard the door clicked behind him suddenly. Turning around, Iori flared his hand with cobalt flames to meet the intruder. Yashiro.

"Hey you! What do you want?", he demanded.

"Revenge.", Yashiro snapped back, energy rising beneath him from the ground.

"Yeah? You think you can handle me, Yashiro?", Iori grinned darkly, "You lost twice before me in the tourna ments. Go ahead and try, you weakling."

Yashiro advanced slowly. Iori stood firm. Their eyes met and the room suddenly went dim.

"You always beat me in anything. The band. The tour nament. The girls. And especially the guys!! Well, lemme tell you this and I know you can't get away from me this time!", threatened Yashiro.

"Hmmmph.", Iori just grunted.

The room became darker. Yashiro closed his eyes and concentrated. Iori waited patiently, gathering his strength also. Yashiro charged at him swiftly. Iori, prepared, took a step back to counter his opponent. But with confounded luck, Iori stepped on something round and slipped, letting go of his guard. Yashiro pinned him on the wall behind the clothes rack. To his surprise, Yashiro planted a big hot wet one on his lips.

"By Orochi-oh, you're incredibly handsome, Iori."

And Yashiro kissed him again and Iori returned it and kissed back with notorious passion, burning and sponta neous. Yashiro lapped down his neck towards his chest and buried his head beneath his garments while Iori's hands itself was busy undoing Yashiro's pants.

Iori suddenly sensed another presence.

Roses fell.

Then there in front of him was Kyo, gritting his teeth, crumpling a bouquet of rich red roses beneath his shoes. Iori pushed Yashiro away, the latter falling on the floor butt first and butt-naked.

"Kyo-chan, no, please let me explain!", Iori pleaded an xiously while arranging his garments to cover his exposed wet nipple.

The guy in front of him is dumb for excuses. His eyes are burning with anger.

"YAGAMI! You lunatic! How dare YOU??!!", a scream roared as terrible as a volcanic eruption.

The door went flying. Iori shielded himself with his arms as the door splattered into splinters. A big fire ball followed and he dodged it. It exploded the concrete wall behind him.

Regaining his composure, Iori glanced where Kyo is, noticing his beloved had left.

"Shit.", he cursed. Then he glared down at Yashiro whose pants are still on his knees. "You definitely planned for this, huh?"

"Oh yeah, how did you like it?", Yashiro responsed slyly.

A shadow covered Iori's face and his eyes are the eerie light you can only see.

Yashiro screamed.

"Arghhhhhhh!!"

He saw Chris standing on the same space Kyo was.

"Ya -- shi -- ro..."

"No wait, Chris, I had this all along.", Yashiro fran tically babbled, "'Coz you see, Kyo was here and he saw what Iori did to me and..."

Chris spoke, "I know I have to believe that, Yashiro"

"But seeing you having this thing hidden from me", he added showing a fright-faced Yashiro a scrapbook filled with celebrity poses of Iori and scribbles of fantasy infatuation, "I don't think so.", Chris regretfully included.

"No.", Yashiro pleaded.

"Yashiro, you were -- playing with me -- all the while."

"No, please."

From afar, a bursting light shattered the whole colos seum. Chris has transformed into the Orochi incarnate. "Yashiro, I'll fry so bad you'd wish you're soaking your sorry lit'le butt in HELL!!!", the spirit of destruction roared.

And he chased Yashiro, whipping his white butt with flaming white lightning.

Hidden behind the shadows of the wreck and fog of debris was Iori, grumbling about the awful incident that occured. With violent trepidation, he raised his hands high and howled to the bright full moon.

"KYOOOOO!!!"

- end of part 1 -