Miyagi was taking a puff on his cigarette as he lounged there on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table. It was a relaxing atmosphere. There was a newly bought vanilla candle, lit for the thunder-storm occasion. It was a calming element among the turmoil outside and the smell of smoke inside. And he hadn't seen Shinobu in a while, so it was less stressful when you were being nagged about emotions, love, sex, all that didn't really matter.

He was about to curl up with a book, but suddenly the knock at the door meet his plans would be changed. He stood up with a small sigh, smudging out his cigarette in the ash tray. Before he got to the door, there was an urgent knock once more. "Coming..." He mumbled, mainly to himself. When he unlocked the door, it immediately opened, making him stumble back to avoid the impact.

Shinobu dropped a few tote bags on the floor, inviting himself in. The only thing he had to say was, "Everything else is wet." He slipped off his shoes, pushed them aside with his foot, and closed the door behind him.

Miyagi was speechless, as he always was when Shinobu was acting like a child. He couldn't scold him, that would start a fight. He couldn't stutter for the words, that would start a fight. The only thing he could do now was just stand there, waiting for further explanation.

"There's a damn leak in my apartment..." Shinobu explained with irritation. Without even the slightest hesitation, he picked up the tote bags and headed down the hall to Miyagi's bedroom.

Miyagi sighed heavily, closing his eyes and tossing his head back. "Shinobu... Shinobu!" His eyes were now focused on his bedroom door, which was shut. "You're going to be sleeping on the sofa, y'know!"

Shinobu peeked out of the door, his bare shoulder exposed. "No way! I get the bed!"

"No, you don't." Miyagi said firmly.

Shinobu frowned, his whole face sagging angrily. He then slipped back inside the room, closing the door once more.

"I'm serious," Miyagi mumbled to himself, heading towards the laundry room area. He pulled down a few poofy blue pillows and the matching blue blanket that went with it. It was a favorite among his guests, who rarely stayed over, but when they did, they enjoyed the soft texture of the blanket. He tossed the pillows and blanket on the sofa, then began to clean up his mess. He put the ash tray in the kitchen, put the book away on the shelf, and blew out his candle. So much for breaking that out for the special occasion. By the time that was all finished, Shinobu made his appearance.

Shinobu took it upon himself to slip on a plain white, long sleeved, button up, suit shirt of Miyagi's. He wore a pair of boxers, which were hidden under the length of the shirt. He plopped down on the sofa with an obvious pout. "Are you serious? Why can't I sleep with you?"

"Because I don't like to share my bed." Miyagi told him, dimming the lights in the room. "It's getting late, hit the hay, kiddo."

"You don't mind any other time!" Shinobu jabbed.

"Stop being a brat. You'll be fine here." Miyagi then headed towards his room, closing the door behind him. Before changing, he turned up the lights and locked the door, to make sure Shinobu would "stumble" in during the night. Stripping himself of his clothing, he exchanged them for more comfortable silk pajamas. He yawned into his hand, dragging his feet across the floor as he made a bee-line for his bed. "Ow! TCH." Miyagi inhaled sharply, wincing at the pain in his toes. "Shinobu's shit," He muttered to himself, kicking the bags aside.

They spilled over, all of the contents displayed on the floor. Miyagi then rolled eyes, pissed that he caused a mess for himself. He kneeled on the floor, picking up each of the items and placing them back in the tote bags. That's when he noticed something suspicious. There was a ring box and attached to it, was a small card hanging from it. Curiosity got the best of him, he read the card.

"For the love of my life, I love you."

Miyagi frowned. What was all this 'love of my life' crap? When he opened up the ring box, he was surprised to see a large ring. It was silver banded, with a black stone that had an intricate design over it. It was definitely a man's ring. And very expensive by the looks of it. "What is he doing with a ring like this? Hardly his taste at all.." Miyagi whispered to himself. Just then, his mind began to wander. 'Did someone pick this out for him? I mean... it's not like him at all.. too flashy... too big...' Miyagi thought with jealousy.

He jumped in his skin when he heard a small thud on the floor, coming from the other room. Now with this heart pounding with guilt, he quickly shoved everything back into the bag quickly and moved it to the other side of the bedroom, where it wouldn't be stepped on. Miyagi then went out to investigate, seeing as the noise came from the living room where Shinobu was staying. When he saw Shinobu texting away on his phone, he became aggravated by jealousy again.

"It's nearly two in the morning, who are you talking to?"

Shinobu looked up from his laying position, frowning at the older male barking at him. "No one, FATHER." Shinobu snapped at him. He snapped his phone shut and put it under the pillow.

"I didn't - Ugh - God, you're such a pain." Miyagi replied, not meaning to sound like his authority figure.

"I didn't do shit to you!" Shinobu defended, irritated.

Miyagi rolled his eyes childishly, then turned to head directly back to his bedroom. It was too late to be dealing with this. He just needed to go to bed.

It was 3 A.M. when Miyagi's phone began to jingle from his bedside. Tiredly, he rolled over and reached for his cell phone, which he couldn't find in the dark with tired eyes. Miyagi sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, reaching for his cell phone once more. When he popped it open, the brightness of the white screen nearly blinded him.

After a minute of being aggravated by the rude awakening, his eyes adjusted, and he did his best to read the text he had gotten. Slowly, his eyes scrolled across the words. 'I won't tell Miyagi. You're much better at it than I expected though.'

...Surely this wasn't meant for Miyagi to read.