Kyoya didn't know why it didn't settle well with him. He had heard that his housemate had been attacked along with his friend. On a whim, Kyoya visited him.

Seeing the pain filled expression of Song Mamoru made him angry, too angry. He had made plans the next day to attack Kokuyo the day following, ordering Kusakabe to keep tabs on the teen. Then that damn pineapple-

Kyoya took a deep breath in the hot springs to calm himself. The day before, he was returned to the compound by some men who had cared for him and miraculously healed his wounds, cuts, bruises, and broken bones while he was unconscious. But that didn't mean his body wasn't sore.

His ears perked, hearing rustling of clothing and footsteps near the front of the springs.

Kyoya carefully pulled himself out of the water and saw a maid carefully cleaning Song Mamoru's hair.

He watched as she conditioned his hair and dumped water over his head to wash out the soap. He stepped in and took the washcloth from the maid. The maid looked nervous but stepped away with a bow. Kyoya washed the unaware Song Mamoru's back, seeing the raw healing wounds from the needles of the pineapple's subordinate. Something else caught his eye, a scar that reached the pale teen's collarbone to the bottom of the back of his neck. He trailed the fingers across the scar and immediately, Song Mamoru tensed under his fingers.

A sudden sense of mischief sparked within Kyoya and he grabbed the waist of the pale teen, picking him up easily, and tossed him into the hot springs.

Almost immediately, his housemate burst out of the water and glared heatedly at Kyoya, "What was that for, Kyoya?" he asked, snarling.

Immediately all the emotions of mischief left him and Kyoya glared back, "Don't call me by that name, herbivore." he snarled back.

Kyoya was slightly impressed by the intensity of the glare sent towards him and had enough. He attacked his housemate and immediately regretted it.

The pained and vulnerable expression made him attempt to move out of the way, but it was too late. He hit his housemate's shoulder.

"Fuc-" he heard his housemate cuss out in pain.

Kyoya tried to reach out and help him but, "Don't touch me." he growled defensively, like a hurt animal. He turned and put on his clothes, "I've had enough of this bullshit." His housemate muttered more to himself.

Kyoya followed, drying himself minimally and putting on his kimono. By the time Kyoya found Song Mamoru, he was at the door getting ready to leave.

"Where are you going? The doctors said not to-" the caretaker cut herself off and Mamoru defiantly met Kyoya's eyes.

"To a friend's," he snarled, going out the door, still soaked.

Kyoya didn't know why he felt like biting something to death.