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It was Drak.

Thrash felt annoyed again. He didn’t want to deal with fans right now. Maybe he could avoid him.

No such luck.

Drak stopped, possibly thinking, then turned and crashed right into Thrash, yet again. He seemed surprised. “Thrash?”

“don’t talk like you know me so well, You don’t.” Thrash snapped.

“Well what else did you want me to say? It is your name, right?” He gave him a look like a hurt puppy. “you shouldn’t get so mad…”

Thrash felt more irritated now. “Well whatever. I’m going home. I wish I had somewhere else to go so that I wouldn’t have to deal with my sex-addict brother, but I don’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me…” He tried to walk past Drak, who caught his arm.

“Need somewhere to go? I wouldn’t mind having you for a night…”

“What do you want from me? I just had a very bad experience with the inn-keeper, and if you’re after the same thing as her, then I will kill you.” His eyes glinted.

Now it was Drak’s turn to be angry. “I don’t want anything! You said that you wish you had somewhere to go, and I’m offering my place, and you’re being a real a*****e. I don’t know what your problem is.” He let go. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

Thrash knew he was right. He shouldn’t have snapped at him, but he couldn’t help himself. He sighed. “Fine. If you don’t mind, then I might as well. Better than going home to hear my brother and that guy…” He trailed off.

“Right then!” Drak said, a smile breaking out on his face. “Follow me.”
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Drak’s house looked nice on the outside, but the interior was a mess. There were papers scattered everywhere. Bounty papers. Was he a hunter too? Thrash followed closely behind Drak, looking at pictures hanging on the walls. Nothing of much interest. He followed Drak into the living room, and he saw one picture on a table.

There was a girl with long purple hair, bright green eyes, wearing a black tank top with a mini skirt, under which were fishnet tights. Next to her was a boy with Short Black hair, one ashy-gray bang, and red eyes with crimson slit-pupils. He was wearing a black and red shirt with an interesting pattern on it, and bondage jeans. The boy…it seemed to be Drak. The girl was clinging to him and Drak was smiling a huge smile, the light of the moon washing over the couple.

Drak grabbed the picture, staring at it.

“So who is the girl?” thrash asked, though the answer seemed obvious.

“Ex-girlfriend. We stayed together through high school, all four years. But…she cheated on me…” He set the picture so that it was face down on the table. “I don’t know why I still have this picture. I’d rather not remember her.”

“So you’ve dyed your hair since then.” Drak nodded. “That sucks. Part of the reason I’ve no interest in girls…or guys…”

Drak gave him a funny look. “Nothing? No one? Are you serious?”

“That’s right. No one in the world could do anything to make me want them.”

((those of you who have Yaoi hatred, please exit the room now. j/k, j/k. ^_^))