Quiet

As usual.

There was nothing special about his house, at least not to Shizuo. Single bedroom and bathroom, as were most of the other apartments in his building. There was no television set, the news only managed to incite his anger, and it took throwing out three good screens before he realized that it was useless. So instead there was an empty space where the tv used to be, the sofa facing the empty wall. Connected to the living room was the kitchen, a small thing really. A stove, good for basic cooking, a refrigerator, and a wooden square table was all that made up the cooking area. He sat on one of the two chairs available, the other one was usually where his brother, Kasuka, sat whenever he came to visit. But his brother was away for yet another shooting. Not like he actually expected his younger brother to come visit often but…

He shook his head, blonde hair fluttering from left to right, before turning back to stare at the instant cup of ramen he had been waiting on. Three minutes. That was how long it had taken him to space out and describe his own apartment to himself. With a scoff, he pulled the ramen closer to him, chopsticks ready.

Before he could start on his dinner, the door bell rang. He looked up, irritated, glanced back down to his ramen, and finally pushed himself off the table, a scowl on his lips. The doorbell rang again. And again. And again. And again.

"STOP IT." He growled loudly. Whoever the fuck it was, he wasn't at all happy about this sudden visitor. He wore his home clothes, a shirt and shorts, having changed right after coming home from work. He didn't really care if anyone were to

He gripped on the door knob, willing himself to calm down. He didn't need to pay for repairs for the door, again. He let out a shaky breath, turning the knob and opening the door.

A smaller blonde quickly darted into the room, as if afraid that Shizuo would suddenly close the door on him. Now inside, the shorter boy turned around, smiling at the scowling man. "What took you so long, Shizuo-kun?" He asked rhetorically, to which he got a growl as a reply as Shizuo stomped back to his chair, grumpily bringing the noodles to his lips as he scarfed down the food.

Kida shrugged, before letting himself fall onto the cushion with flump. He was still dressed in his school uniform, having come right to Shizuo's apartment after parting from Mikado. "So today I hit on another three girls." He started, not even caring if the older faux blonde was listening or not. 'Get this, one of them actually giggled at one of my pick-up lines, I probably have a chance with her, don't you think?" Silence, except for the sound of grinding teeth. "But what can I say, if I'm actually irresistible then I shouldn't be ashamed of it, right? After all, it's a gift, so I should use it whene-" He was cut short from surprise as Shizuo, hovering above the sofa, covered both his nose and mouth with a hand, an unamused expression on his face.

"We agreed on the terms of this, and you're only here because I let you be here. So if you don't want to be thrown out the window, four storeys up, you better shut up."

With that Shizuo withdrew his hand and turned around, disposing the ramen while Kida gasped from breath. "That's so mean of you, Shizuo-kun, are you saying you don't like my voice?"

"No, I'm saying you shouldn't talk about stupid things with me."

Kida grinned, sitting up, watching as the other disappeared into bathroom, where the sound of running water could be heard. Quickly, he took his school jacket, discarding it where the television normally would be. He should have guessed that Shizuo wouldn't be interested about his day, not like the other had been interested during the past five or six times he had tried to make conversation. He was given the same answers. To shut up.

Shizuo came out of the bathroom, eyes regarding Kida as if he was something that still confused him. "So how do you want it tonight?" Asked the tall man, nonchalant, almost bored, but Kida knew better.

"However you want."