Youji waited patiently when he heard the sound of frantic footsteps on the stairs. It was Aya. He must have just remembered him. Well, it had only taken him half the day. Oh but he would still make him pay. No one did that to Kudou Youji and got away with it.

He could hear Aya at the doorway. He was hesitating. He must have been worried about his reaction. Well, good.

Youji schooled his features until he had a perfectly happy expression on his face. He was going to have fun while getting his revenge of Aya.

Said redhead came into the room warily. As if he were expecting something to jump out and kill him the minute he walked inside. But all he found was a smiling, humming Youji handcuffed to the bed.

" Youji?"

Youji bite his tongue to keep from laughing. He sounded so solemn. Well, he was going to make him pay for this one. He was going to enjoy watching him squirm from all this. Payback was his ex and his boyfriend's back in town!

" Oh Aya! I was wondering when you were going to come up here. Having fun downstairs?"

He watched Aya quickly hide the look of shock on his face. He had surprised him with his cheerful tone. The redhead gingerly walked over and retrieved his belt and untied the knot quickly.

Youji pulled his wrists down and muffled a cry as his body protested in the movement. He was sore, stiff, probably couldn't walk, badly needed to go, badly needed nicotine, badly needed food and to stretch. But he still had that bright smile on his face.

" Domo arigatou gozaimasu Ayan!" He had a smile on his face that would make Omi proud.  

Aya shifted uneasily at his tone. Youji mentally snickered. He really had no idea what he was in for. Poor Abyssinian. He was going to regret this mistake for a while.

" So what's going on down there? I kinda missed out." It wasn't even close to a sarcastic bite. He sounded like he was sincerely asking about the shop. Youji cast a glance to the window and hugged himself. " It's raining. Business must not be too good. It was cold up here, think you can close the window for me Ayan?"

Aya grunted and went over to shut the window. It was the absolute least he could do after leaving him like that for 4 hours. He was sure Youji was probably hungry and wanted a cigarette by now. And his muscles were probably screaming at him in protest from the movement. He would have to do some seriously, uncharacteristically, sucking up to get back in the playboy's good graces.

Though he wondered why Youji wasn't yelling at him or attempting to hit him; or at least threaten to throw him out the window and run him over with his Super 7 and then back over him with his Porsche.

He dimly noted the sound of the toilet flushing. Youji was walking out of the bathroom with a cigarette in his lips and his hands pulling his jeans up on his slim waist as they kept sliding down. He noticed him staring and smiled at him.

" What? Is there something I didn't clean off?"

He shook his head. Youji then shrugged and walked over to get his watch while rubbing his wrists instinctively. He continued to feel Aya's eyes on his form. Youji curiously looked up again.

" What is it?"

A thin crimson eyebrow rose. " You're not angry?"

Youji gave him a smile. It was so bright and cheerful it was eerie. Soujiro would be so proud…" About what?"

" I left you up here for four and a half hours. Aren't you going to throw a tantrum or pout?"

Youji just waved the idea off and smiled in that unnerving way again. " It's okay. I mean, I know you were probably doing something much more important than to worry about untying me. No harm done that won't heal with time."

This time both eyebrows rose in surprise. Youji wasn't even going to make a snide comment about him being forgetful or finally get back at him for snapping on the playboy during missions or in the shop. He was just smiling and saying he understood.

This was not good.

Youji turned his back to walk out the door. " I'm going to get something to eat. Would you like anything? I promise I won't poison it or anything."

Yeah, I bet you won't. Aya thought warily. " No thank you. I've already eaten."

He shrugged and went downstairs. Once Youji was in the kitchen and out of Aya's earshot, he burst out laughing. This was great! Those looks Aya gave him. They were priceless. He was totally unnerved that he wasn't mad at all. He just went along with it and let it go as if it were nothing and Aya didn't know how to handle that!

" Hah! I'll have you begging for my forgiveness yet Abyssinian."

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Aya started to clean up the room while he thought about what just happened here. He came up here in a hurry, because he remembered that he left Youji up here. And for four hours. When he finally came up here and released him, all he could say was "thank you" and "goodnight"?

Something was wrong here. Something was very wrong. Youji just didn't let things go just like that. He had dented Youji's Super 7 once and the playboy had chased him for 7 blocks before stopping. And that was only because they were near their store and Ken and Omi tackled him to the ground. Youji still didn't speak to him for about 4 weeks.

His Yotan wasn't the type to just let a grudge go. His grudges were more like: "I hate you", " I hate you", " I hate you!", "Drop dead!"-type. Youji had to be either really hungry, really needed that cigarette, or the anger of the situation hadn't reached his blond head yet.

He heard a faint knock at the doorway and looked up. It was Kenken. He turned around to say something smart to Youji for talking about him with his clothes shrouded in mudd. Then turned back to Aya. " So how mad is he?"

Aya grunted. " So mad he's not mad."

" Oh!! That's really back! He's downstairs making his and your favorite sandwiches. If I were you, I wouldn't eat it."

" I find it hard to believe there is something you wouldn't eat Ken."

" Hey! Standing right here!!"