Tap, tap, tap

That tapping was really annoying Ryura, it was so distinctive. A pencil tapping on wood, of course he knew who it was, there was only one other person in the room. Rins. His boss, and friend he supposed, was only nineteen but was the most annoying person Yura knew. It seemed that Rins' life mission was to drive Yura to the brink of insanity.

Tap, tap, tap

"Can you stop that Rins, I'm trying to work here." Rins' face just lit up.

He knew that he had succeeded for the day; each day was a challenge for him. Each day meant that he would try to find a new way to annoy Yura. Yesterday had been to bring a spring loaded bowl that flung chips everywhere; now that had been funny. Today was so much easier no elaborate tricks, just a simple pencil.

Yura was always serious, and Rins had taken it upon himself to trying to bring the brunette out of himself and see the funny side of the world, how was a cat beating up a dog not hilarious? He'd almost peed himself laughing; Yura's mouth hadn't even twitched.

"You got a date tonight, Yura?"

He nodded, not taking his eyes off the screen once. As much as Rins liked seeing Yura happy, and oddly being with a female made him smile, that didn't mean Rins liked it. He would never really admit it to himself but he liked Ryura. He was a challenge and he wasn't one to back down from a challenge.

"Is she pretty? I guess she'd have to be, after all, I don't think your type to go for ugly girls."

"I suppose she's rather pretty, yes."

Sure it was almost 5pm and work was almost over but Yura intended to work till the very last minute, he needed the money for some new exercise books, his current ones were becoming rather full. He was the type to take every note he could. He needed his scholarship and he knew that if he took every note and kept his high marks in exams that there was no way they could take it from him.

"Would you like me to drive you to meet this lady?"

Yura shook his head, he could walk it wasn't far to the restaurant. Rins sighed loudly and went back to his tapping; he was done with the work he had assigned himself and was waiting until 5 when Yura would leave so he could close up the small office they were in. He didn't have a date tonight as he had assumed that Yura hadn't. He'd wanted to go to and get drunk, Yura was amusing when drunk. All his walls fell away and he became affectionate. So much so, that the last time he'd kissed a puppy on his way home.

Tap, tap, tap

Rins looked to the clock, only five more minutes.

Tick, tick, tick

Stupid clock, go faster. He glared at it, as if his will would change time.

Yura raised his eyebrows at his friend, he was annoying. Extremely so, so why did he almost wish that he hadn't scheduled a date? It would have been fun for the two of them to spend some time together, talking about work or school. Rins would bring alcohol; he always did as he enjoyed seeing Yura drunk. Rins was an awful drunk, he just more arrogant and obnoxious with the more alcohol he consumed.

"Right, it's five. Get out of here and go on your date."

Yura barely had time to save his work and log off the computer before Rins pushed him out the door.

Yura sat in some expensive restaurant that used too much red as he listened to his date prattle on about some story from her work. Something about someone getting their tie caught in the blender. It was the most tedious story he'd ever heard, and dangerous although she found laughed as if it was the funniest thing to ever happen. He laughed at all the appropriate times and gasped dramatically when called for, but he was silently wishing that he and Rins were at his apartment eating cheap take-out food.

Rins was trying to block the loud music from thumping through his skull; this bar was filled with older women, Cougars Night. This was the best night where there were desperate women who wanted to use the label cougar to feel better about themselves when a younger boy paid them attention. Most of the males here were boys, barely older than Rins himself, some maybe even younger, which begged the question of how good was this bar at keeping out underage children. Rins had had to show his ID to get in here. He looked like a child and he hated it, he was nineteen but looked so much younger.

There was some bottle blonde winking at him from across the bar; she wasn't particularly pretty but the brunette next to her. She was ravishing. Sort of soft, cute even. Her hair was short and fluffy, like Yura's. No… he was not going to think about Yura tonight.

He walked over to their table, drink in hand.

"May I buy you ladies a drink?"

Yura was lying next to his sleeping date, she knew her stuff, he'd give her that but he couldn't help but want something else. As he fell asleep his thoughts drifted to his silver haired friend.

"Good night?"

Yura looked at Rins, how could he be so cheerful? No matter what the situation he was cheerful, or obnoxious and he could get pretty nasty if provoked but mostly he was just cheerful.

The night hadn't been that great, they'd ate, they'd gone back to her apartment, indulged in certain activities and he'd left to get ready for work. Rins looked tired, with black bags under his eyes, he smelt of alcohol and sex. Clearly he had skipped the leaving to get ready for work. So how was he so damn cheerful?

Rins thought Yura looked like he'd been sent to hell for a night. He looked as if he'd been bored out of his brain; there was just something about his demeanour that gave it away. He'd had a great night. Lucy, the brunette might have looked good, but it was the bottle blonde Clarissa that had been the life and soul of their little party. Lucy just sat there looking sour. Clarissa had told all the jokes and she'd been the one Rins had spent the night with. Lucy had walked off muttering about childish boys.

She had been fun, older women often were as they knew what they were doing, it meant that he didn't have to explain everything to them and he liked it. They were so eager to make him happy because it meant they felt attractive to receive the attention of a younger boy.

There was little work to do today as Rins had done most of it yesterday. Yura was finishing all of his little tasks and assignments for school. So how to annoy him today?

Wait, he knew, it was perfect. Yura was a perfectionist; his lunch had to be perfect so what happened if it was to change. Rins smirked, this would be fun.

He had a bad feeling; he had a very bad feeling. It had started when Rins had offered to get lunch for the day, Rins never offered to get lunch. It was a mundane task that was below his brilliance or something like that. The feeling had amplified when he'd walked; swaggered really, out of the office with a smirk on his face. The feeling had reached its peak when he'd tuned and sweetly confirmed that Yura wanted a lettuce, tomato and chicken bagel with mayonnaise. Yeah, this would be bad.

Rins was feeling quite pleased with himself, this would be gold. He'd never properly messed with Yura's food but today would be that day. The bagel shop was packed, was it always this full? He wouldn't know, Yura usually got their food.

"Oi, move it, kid." Some giant was staring down at him.

"Who are you calling a kid?" Sure he was short, but no one was allowed to comment on it, no one.

The giant merely looked down at him and guffawed, "Are you asking to fight me midget?"

Rins was just about to hit the giant where it would hurt him most when the teller called out, "Next."

With a glare he turned around and placed his order, the staff looked like they would rather be anywhere except here. He couldn't blame them; imagine having to put up with people like the giant over there. Simply awful.

Even so, his good mood returned when he was handed the order, nothing could dampen his spirits.

Lunch hadn't gone to plan at all; Yura had gotten his bagel and ate it. He didn't comment on the change of filling just ate it and congratulated Rins on getting lunch. Not only had he replaced the chicken with ham but he'd used ranch sauce instead of mayonnaise, Yura hated ham, and Rins doubted that he cared much for ranch sauce but he'd just eaten it! What had gone wrong?

Worried that he'd given Yura his normal order, not that he was sure why he would've done, he looked over as he ate. No, that was most definitely ham.

Yura had been correct when he had had his bad feeling. Rins had tampered with his order. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of getting to him, instead he just ate it. Ham was the worst meat in existence, he decided, and ranch sauce couldn't compare to mayonnaise, even so Rins wouldn't win this time.

"Shall we go out tonight, Rins?"

Rins nodded, and Yura had to strain not to laugh at Rins' mouth hanging open. He could find a way to get him back later. Perhaps if he got Rins drunk, well that could work.

The two were sitting in Rins' apartment both thoroughly drunk. It would have been a stupid thing for Yura to say when sober but the alcohol had stopped is brain working so well.

"Don't you ever mess with my lunch again, shorty," he slurred his words but Rins got the message.

"Shorty!"

He hated that, he hated being called short and Yura knew it. He wrestled Yura to the ground, sure he was drunk but he still knew how to fight. Yura was trapped beneath him, he might be average in strength but Rins was stronger.

Yura looked up at Rins; oddly the first thing he noticed was his lips. He shouldn't notice that. The next thing he noticed was that Rins was getting closer to him.

His were soft, Rins thought, much better than any girls. He doesn't wear lipstick. The kiss broke and the two looked awkwardly at each other.

The next day neither mentioned the kiss, Rins knew it had happened but refused to bring it up to Yura. Yura was wondering if it had been an alcohol induced dream and wasn't going to ask Rins in case it was. He'd never hear the end of it if it was.

Despite the uncertainty, both clung to idea that they had kissed. It was the best memory for both.