Uta opened the door to his studio apartment above the shop, Juuzou following along behind him. The humming of the white-haired boy kept Uta's lips slightly upturned, enjoying the tune that rang from him. His apartment was simple. A small kitchen with a small table took over one corner. Another held a desk consisting of a computer and a lamp. One wall was home to his bed, large with black sheets. On that same wall was a door that lead to his closet. Odd works of art hung over all the walls. It wasn't anything impressive, but it was home.

Leaning down, the dark-haired male picked up a few items of clothing that were scattered around before making his way over to his closet. "Sorry, this is about as clean as this place gets. I hope you don't mind, Juuzou." He opened the closet door, throwing the articles of clothing inside. The apartment really wasn't all that messy, but he knew it could use a little bit of cleaning. It wasn't like he'd expected to be inviting anyone up.

Juuzou ran over to Uta's bed, jumping on top of it with his outside slippers still on. Outstretching his legs without bending his knees, he took a few bouncy movements toward the wall. He began to observe a piece of art hanging above the backboard. It looked dark, and something about it called to him. The twisted trees in the painting looked demented. Demented was a word he'd heard many times throughout his short life. When he noticed Uta walking into the kitchen behind him, he jumped down and followed him. "Lots and lots and looots of sugar in mine please, Mr. Ghoul!" Juuzou sang the words out happily and Uta nodded.

Uta brewed the coffee while Juuzou seated himself at the table. The stitched male's legs kicked back and forth and his upper body swayed from side to side. Finally finishing, Uta placed two black mugs of coffee onto the table. Juuzou's fingers went up into the air, wiggling about excitedly as he resembled a vulture about to attack it's prey. A psychotic vulture. Uta smiled at him before getting an idea. "Would you like some candy with your coffee?" He was only making an assumption that candy might have been something he'd be interested in based on his request for the massive amount of sugar in his coffee.

Juuzou's face lit up, and that was all the answer Uta needed as he walked over to one of the counters and pulled a bag of assorted candy out from underneath. He then pulled out a bowl, poured it in, and then set it on the table in front of Juuzou before sitting down across from him. He usually stocked up on it for the children of his human costumers, the ones he only kept allowing in as a cover up. "Thank you!" Juuzou started laughing, his fingers doing the wiggling thing again before he pulled a strawberry sucker out of the bowl. He unwrapped it and began stirring his coffee with it, causing Uta to tilt his head to the side, having never seen anyone do such a thing.

"You're from the CCG, aren't you?" Uta asked after a few moments of watching the other. He brought his cup up to his lips and took a sip of the hot coffee before setting it back down.

"Right you are," he responded with a chuckle before he began humming once more. "That's why I have to kill you." His words rang from his mouth like they were no big deal because to him, they really weren't. It was disappointing to know he had to put an end to someone as pretty as Uta, but that was just how things worked.

Uta let out a sigh before he rested his elbow on the table and his face in his hand. His other arm extended outward, and his fingers began tracing over a mark carved into the wood of the table. "That's kind of a shame, because I can already tell that I really like you." His tone rang with disappointment.

Juuzou stopped stirring, tilting his head to the side as he shoved the sucker into his mouth. He looked over Uta, trying to comprehend what he'd meant by that and a weird sense of awareness to how he was feeling himself suddenly came over him. His facial expression changed into one of slight confusion as he looked over at Uta's frowning face. The face caused the edges of his lips to turn down, the flavor of the sucker in his mouth not even enough to upturn them once more. He started to feel a bit uncomfortable, unsure of what he was supposed to do next. He wondered for a moment if this was what it was like to feel nervous. That's when Juuzou started to reach his hand down and into his pocket. He pulled out a knife. In the blink of an eye he was bringing that knife down on top of Uta's hand, his mouth in a slant as he shoved it through, pinning him to the table.

Uta felt the pain make it's way through him, his mouth falling slightly open as he looked over at Juuzou with confusion. Juuzou's expression mirrored the other's as he stared at him. Uta was surprised, having not expected such a thing to happen quite yet. After all, they hadn't even finished their coffee. His heart began to sink at the possibility that Juuzou might have already become bored with him. "Why... did you stab me?" He finally decided to just ask him, brows furrowed.

Still completely confused by everything that was going on inside of his mind, Juuzou stared at him for a good silent moment before he'd finally spoken again. "...Because I like you too." He frowned, now sure he'd gone about his response all wrong considering he'd just put a knife through Uta's hand.

Uta blinked a few times, registering his response, not even really all that concerned about the pain he was experiencing in his hand. The corners of his lips slowly turned upward. "Juuzou... That's not what you do when you like someone," he informed him.

"It isn't?" Juuzou tilted his head to the side. How was he supposed to know? He was clueless. That was just the action he'd ended up resorting to in order to respond back in some way. Otherwise, he would have just been sitting there blank-faced. Uta shook his head in response. "Then... what do you do when you like someone?" Juuzou asked, his own white brows a little furrowed now.

"Do you want me to show you?" Uta asked, taking note of how absolutely clueless Juuzou was in this situation. He found it to be rather adorable. Juuzou simply nodded back to his question, unsure of what he was about to be shown.

Knife still pinning his hand to the table, Uta stood up and leaned across it. He lowered his body, careful to avoid knocking over the coffee as he brought his face closer to Juuzou's. He smiled at his confused expression, red and black eyes dropping down to view his lips. They looked so pale and so soft. The strange stitching on them only made his want for them grow. His warm breath hit Juuzou's face as he continued to stare at his lips for a moment longer. Juuzou actually began to feel his heart beat faster, and part of him wanted to start yelling at it. He didn't understand what was going on.

Uta reached his free hand up and pulled the sucker out of Juuzou's mouth, biting his lip as he did before pushing it into his own mouth for a taste. Juuzou's forehead began to wrinkle slightly, completely unsure of what exactly Uta was doing. After a moment, he took the sucker out and tossed it to the side. It made a small clatter on the floor, but Uta paid no mind as he finally leaned in and pressed his lips against Juuzou's. Their hearts seemed to increase in speed at the same time. Uta moved his lips against Juuzou's as he kissed him, but the white-haired one was completely unresponsive, eyes wide open as he stared at the other in front of him. He could feel his body heating up as he noted the softness of the other's lips. Juuzou definitely enjoyed the kiss and how it made his entire body feel tingly, but he still remained unresponsive.

Uta slowly pulled away, opening his eyes to view Juuzou's reaction. His red-ish pink eyes were wide open, and he looked as though he'd been staring right through him. Uta frowned, wondering if he'd misread the situation. Maybe it wasn't the right time for that. Perhaps Juuzou hadn't meant he'd liked him in such a way. His heartbeat gradually began to slow down as disappointment sank in.

Finally slipping out of whatever state of mind he was in, Juuzou looked at Uta's disappointed face, his heart sinking just like it had the first time he'd seen him with an expression like that. It was such an odd feeling. This was all odd. "I feel all kinds of funny," he stated, tilting his head to the side. "Why did you stop?"

Uta's brows were furrowing in confusion by that statement again. "Because you didn't kiss me back."

"Oh," Juuzou said, his eyes looking down at the knife in Uta's hand as he took a moment to process the fact that if he wanted Uta to keep kissing him he had to return the favor. It felt nice, and he rather liked kissing now that he'd experienced it, so he supposed it was only natural that Uta would have probably liked being kissed in returned. A little unsure of himself, Juuzou pulled his feet up from the floor and onto his chair before putting his knees on the table as he crawled onto it. Uta moved back slightly, hand still pinned to the table.

Red and black eyes widened as Juuzou grabbed onto the front of his grey tank top and began pulling him back into him. His eyes flickered at Juuzou's, which were now closed as he scooted closer across the table until he was close enough to slam his lips into Uta's. Juuzou's limbs knocked both cups of hot coffee over, causing Uta to flinch for a moment but quickly got over it as he felt the sensation of the other's lips against his own once again. Juuzou hadn't even seemed to react to the hot liquid. Uta's eyes slowly closed once more, his heart slamming into his rib cage as Juuzou's lips began to take action this time while kissing him. Their lips moved in unison, but Uta had to work a little to keep up. It was like Juuzou's lips were attacking his own, and he had to keep returning fire as quickly as possible. Juuzou backed away for just a moment, taking a deep breath before ramming his lips back to the spot he had to force himself to abandon a moment ago for survival.

Uta's free hand came up and made its way to Juuzou's soft hair. He entangled his fingers into the white strands. Juuzou seemed to be copying his moves, because his stitched fingers came up to do the same with his own black strands. Juuzou continued to move forward, wading through the puddles of spilt coffee, trying to get closer than he already was as he continued to kiss him. He pushed his other hand against Uta's chest, causing him to fall back just enough to make the knife slice further down his hand. He stopped kissing for a moment to wince, and Juuzou took that as a queue to stop as well, looking back down at his knife. Panting lightly, he tilted his head slightly. "Silly me, I forgot about that." Laughter rang from him, as he grabbed onto the knife and pulled it out. He dropped it onto the side of the table.

Uta lifted up his hand, moving his fingers a little as the hole in the middle began to slowly regenerate but not before blood began to drip from it. His breathing was slightly heavier than normal, but Juuzou hadn't exactly given him much breathing time. "Easy mistake," he assured him before leaning toward him a little to give him a quick peck on the lips before retreating. "Do you kiss people often, Juuzou?" He laughed, impressed by his previous eager assault on his lips.

"No. Never." Juuzou spoke truthfully without thinking much of it. He wondered if kissing other people would make his heart run wild inside of his chest like kissing Uta just now had. The thought quickly left as he thought about how he'd never even had the slightest interest in kissing another being before Uta had kissed him. Then he went on to confirm he didn't want to kiss anyone else but this particular ghoul. If he'd wanted to, he probably would have gotten the idea in the past. Sure, Uta had to show him, but he was still pretty confident in his assumptions about himself.

Juuzou stood up on the table, walking forward a bit as Uta leaned back on his chair wondering what move the unpredictable male was going to make next. He actually felt some satisfaction in knowing he'd been the first to feel those pale lips. The rough feeling of the thread against his own lips made them all the more desirable. It'd been a completely unique feeling, and he wanted more. He wondered if his want was about to be fulfilled as Juuzou climbed down off the table and into his lap facing him, one leg on each side of Uta's body, letting them dangle down as he basically straddled him.

Uta let out a chuckle as Juuzou began running his fingers through his hair once more. Juuzou's excited grin was devouring his whole expression. "Whoo hoo hoo," he sang out in a higher pitched voice with way too much enthusiasm. "I just knew your hair would be the absolute softest! Like a baby kitten." His smile remained just as animated, still stretching from ear to ear. "I've been wondering that since I met you. I just thought I'd have to waaaait until you were dead to find out." He swung his legs back and forth, toes titled upward so they wouldn't collide with the floor.

Uta chuckled, bringing a finger up to trace over the stitches in the male's neck. "You wanted to feel my hair?" He couldn't help but smile a bit devilishly at that. At least he wasn't the only one with a few weird thoughts containing the other. He enjoyed the surprisingly soft way his fingers went about playing with his black hair. He'd expected him to be a little rougher with it, given the aggression he'd seen in him only a moment ago.

"Mhmm," Juuzou sang out as Uta wrapped one arm around his neck. He took the other hand and placed it on the male's pale cheek, guiding him to look at him. He smiled at his confused expression. It was surprising he didn't seem to understand what was going to come next again. Uta pressed his lips against his, kissing him for a good moment before sliding his tongue out of his mouth and dragging it over the other's lips, lingering it over the stitched portion. Juuzou's eyes squeezed shut, a sudden heat rushing through him as he pushed his body into the ghoul's rather harshly with a gasp escaping him. It didn't matter that he was already sitting on top of him. He still felt the urge to somehow get even closer.

Juuzou swallowed hard as he felt his pants began to get a little tighter. With how hard he was pressing against Uta to close any possible distance, Uta could definitely feel it too, causing a smile to creep up on his lips at how excited he was already making the other. He hadn't exactly expected things to go this way, but he wasn't going to stop it unless Juuzou chose to do so first. He had no intention of doing anything that would make him uncomfortable. Uta kissed his lips once more before trailing his kisses up to Juuzou's ear. "Do you want me to show you what else people do sometimes when they like each other?" he whispered, his lips brushing against Juuzou's ear with every word. Juuzou let out an excited laugh, wiggling about as his breath tickled his ear.

"Why? Do you waaaant to show me, Mr. Ghoul?" Juuzou knew what he'd meant by that, and it actually surprised him as he continued to push his lower body against the male. It was exciting him more to feel the effects all of his pushing movements were having on Uta. He felt so warm, and he smiled at figuring out the other's frustration. Juuzou hadn't even realized he was capable of feeling this way. Just what in the hell was this ghoul doing to him?

"I do." Uta kissed his ear before leaning back to wait for his answer. He felt almost nervous, anticipation growing inside of him. He supposed if they were going to have to have a fight to the death, at least they could enjoy each other's company beforehand. The spark Uta felt from looking at him wasn't something he felt he could just let go of without some exploration. The stitched boy ignited something in him. He was so strange. So intriguing. Every move he made was absolutely fascinating. He was like a breathing work of art that had the ability to get Uta's heart pumping rapidly just from looking at him.

"Then show me." Juuzou smiled. His smile reflected the darker side of his personality, and the laugh of an excited psychopath followed it. He might have lived like a free spirit, but his mind suddenly wanted to chain itself to Uta. Even if it was only right now, for this one night, he felt a strong desire to be with him. To be attached to him. He didn't want Uta as a toy anymore. He wanted to be Uta's toy.

Wrapping his arms around Juuzou, Uta picked him up as he stood. Laughter rang out of the stitched male as he wrapped his legs around Uta's waist to keep from falling. Juuzou rammed his lips into Uta's once more, kissing him with more passion than he even realized he'd had as Uta staggered over to his bed. He tossed the both of them forward onto it, careful not to land on the other. Juuzou laughed again, unable to keep himself from doing so as he laid there, the black-haired mask maker on top of him. His hands went out, finding their ways to the sides of Uta's face and yanking it down to allow himself to kiss the other again. Juuzou's scent was so intoxicating to the ghoul that he felt like he was losing all control, only not in the crazy killer sort of way for once. "Was this your plan all along?" Juuzou spoke, panting slightly during a few of their kissing breaks. "You know, why you invited me in in the first place?"

Uta smiled, lifting up his previously stabbed hand, the blood practically dry and the wound already completely healed. He brushed a few strands of hair out of Juuzou's face from the side of his hair that wasn't clipped out of the way. Rain seemed to be playing the part of music as it began to pour down, clattering against the roof of the building. Both of their hearts were beating quickly, impatiently waiting to feel more of each other. "No. I just wanted to get to know you," Uta admitted, though he definitely wasn't disappointed with the way this was turning out.

Juuzou smiled widely. "You are, Uta." Uta felt his heart skip a beat at the other using his name. "Just in a way no one ever has before." Laughter rang out from him, and Uta immediately began going in for another kiss.