The plane arrived in Japan early that morning. Iori can't hardly wait to go home to see Kyo. Hundreds of fans were at the lobby. There were cameras flashing all around adding to his irritation. He and the band are tired from the long tour and are in less position to entertain reporters and their avid fans. On his way to the limo he saw Shingo waving at him while smiling. Puzzled, he went to Shingo.

"Shingo, why are you here?", he asked.

"Nah, Iori-san. I just came here to give you something from Kyo-chan.", Shingo answered happily. And out of no where he handed Iori a roomful of packges and stuff like picture frames, guitars, baseball caps and various as- sortments. "Here is your stuff, Iori-san. He wants me to hand this to you personally.", Shingo told Iori who is muffed under the mounds of packages, "There's a five star hotel nearby where I stuffed in your other belongings."

"The address is here,", Shingo cheerfuly added while handing a card to one of Iori's fellow band members, "See ya, Iori-san!"

"Hey, Shingo, wait!", Iori grunted in the air, unable to see Shingo through the packages in front of him.

Cameras flasehd around him. His fellow band members were also puzzled and at the same time a bit embarrased. Another showbiz scoop, reporters hurried.

* * *

Shingo looks really thrilled of washing the dishes while listening at Kyo and Iori quarelling over the phone. He's definitely excited of the thought that Iori isn't coming back any longer. Kyo-chan is all his now. And in his restlessness, he cleaned, scrubbed, sweeped, washed, vacuumed, dusted everywhere near Kyo just to listen to his dream guy shout at his boyfriend.

The more excited he got when Kyo's voice grew louder and fiercer. "Hey don't be sorry! You can flirt around and sow your oats the hell I care. But we're through, pal!" , Kyo shouted. He's becoming hysterical.

"What?!", Kyo roared, "Why am I still keeping the stuffed bunny when you courted me?! Well, you can have it back!!! Shingo, get that toy and send it back to him."

Quicker than a houserat, Shingo got the bunny, wrapped it up and stucked two stamps. He went outside and mailed it and came back.

"I'll told you this pal, and I'll tell you again! We are fu*%in' through!", and Kyo slams the phone, wrecks it, and blasts it with a fireball. Shingo hurries near by and cleans the blasted phone off the furniture.

Kyo speeds angrily to his room and slams the door behind. Shingo is so happy to finally hear Kyo not wanting Iori back anymore.

* * *

The bunny inside the package arrived that afternoon. Iori just looked at package with sad eyes. As he opens it, he sees the stuffed toy packed in it looking at him. It's well kept and looking new, just like the old times while he and Kyo had a their first date at the movies just after they both overcame their ancient hostilities over the other.

A rage of anger and evil ravaged over his body. His eyes flashed crimson and fists clenched around the toy, nerves of his paling hands appearing.

It breaks his heart to see it back.

* * *

So that night, Iori decides to get drunk in the local Kof hangout, Pao-Pao Cafe. As usual, only a single trembling bartender fills his glass. Iori gulps it in with the pain that he can hardly endure. He turns his back to look around. It seems like the other fighters are enjoying themselves, betting at Ralf and Clark wrest ling each other, in the mud.

A familiar lesbian couple came in the room and saw him. "The sluts", that's what Iori refers to his teammates, Vice and Mature.

"Hey Iori-darling!", said the ever flirty Mature gig ling with Vice. It is obvious that the two are heavily drunk and groggy.

"Yeah! Iori!", added Vice in a broken tone. "What's the matter getting drunk in here. That ain't your style, Yagami."

"What do you care, drunken slut?", Iori answered huskily.

"Me, drunk? He he.", laughs Vice dizzily and looks at her girlfriend with sleepy eyes, "No. Nah. Am not, right, sweetheart?"

"No. Not. A ha ha ha.", cackles Mature.

The couple separated and each clutched at Iori at opposite sides. It annoyed him more, almost crushing his glass. "You know you'd better fix it up with Kyo again.", Mature said.

"What? How did you know?", a puzzled Iori replied.

"It's all over TV.", Mature explained gibberishly, "You got to see how dramatic your cute houseboy Shingo in the interview. Telling everyone how sad he got knowing you two broke up. Drama queen."

"Shut up, Mature.", scolded Vice.

"Damn it!", grumbled Iori.

"Well, darling Iori. If he was my boyfriend, I'd charm him again. You know, flirt with him. Court him. Buy him chocolates and send him flowers."

Iori fell still, trying to gather his thoughts and lis tened. "You think that would work?", he asked.

"Of course," says Mature while lighting a cigarette, "Vice and I always fight and we end up in bed afterwards, right hon?"

Vice gave her a raised eyebrow and apathetic stare, with a bland smile.

"See? Told you darling.", assures Mature and blows a smoke. "It's Monday tomorrow and he has class. Go visit him in school. Oooh, Clark got Ralf locked in a scissor grab. Hope that Ralf doesn't bite, haha."

Having enough, Iori places some hundred dollar bills on the bar and leaves. "Wha? Leaving already?", mutters Mature. Vice gulps down the remaining liquor bottle Iori left behind. Iori went straight outside ignoring them.

"Rude boy.", Mature muttered again, "Ohh, girl, he is becoming more charming than Rugal, *giggle*. Love that evil aura!"

"Shut up, Mature.", Vice snarled.

* * *

The bed Kyo and Iori used to sleep together is not what it used to be. The feeling of something hollow disturbs Kyo from sleeping. He's still awake and thinks of him and his boyfriend together. The things they used to do and fun they had also in bed. But his mind keeps recal ling their recent fight and how Iori cheated on him with Yashiro. He is simply angry why Iori can hurt him that much.

He heard two knocks from the door which withdrew his daydreaming. "Hey, Kyo-chan. Are you still awake, pal?"

"Yeah, Shingo."

"Can I come in?", Shingo says.

"Of course."

Shingo enters the room with a tray of milk and cookies. He placed them on the small table beside the bed. "I guessed you were still awake. Are you still thinking about Iori-san?", Shingo asked.

"That crazy two-timer?", snapped Kyo, "Not!"

"Well, I bought you some milk. Hope it makes you drow sy.", Shingo replied with a very sweet smile.

"Oh yeah, thanks.", Kyo thanks mildly.

Kyo kept looking at the bright moon. Beside him, Shingo is becoming queasy. "Uhmmm, Kyo-chan?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want a massage. I will make you feel better."

"Ok.", Kyo answered and turned around.

Shingo admired Kyo's muscled back. It made him tremble to watch. Slowly, he touched Kyo's back and ran his fin- gers down Kyo's arching spine. He carressed Kyo's back and lightly pressed his sides. A feverish warmth climbed all the way up Shingo's head as he slid his hands down and feel the hardness of Kyo's erect nipples.

Kyo now burning with intense passion and took off Shin go's shirt and rose. He began kissing Shingo's sturdy neck and squeezed his firm hips. He raised his hands up the guy's abdomen and clutched his armpits then laid him on the bed.

"Shingo, do you know how good-looking you are?", he told him.

"Kyo...", was all Shingo could answer.

Kyo continued kissing him all the way down and licked his belly button. He reached the part of Shingo which ached so much and brushed it with his toungue. Shingo could only moan. "Kyo, I love you..."

That night, under the bright full moon, a different guy was sleeping in his bed. Kyo also knows that he also has feelings for Shingo and that he just hid it from him when Iori and he were still together. But he felt guilty. As if he betrayed a person who is more valuable than anything and anyone in his whole life.

- end of part 2 -