LAMP POST

Standing under the light of the lamppost, Mitsui waited impatiently.

Abruptly, a hand grabbed his arm.

Mitsui gasped, before whirling around to come face-to-face with Sendoh.

�Akira! What are you doing here?� he managed to ask, panicking slightly.

Sendoh�s eyes narrowed, �What�s wrong with you?�

Mitsui winced , the grip on his arm was getting too strong for comfort, �Akira, that hurts.�

Sendoh hurriedly released him.

But the suspicious look on his face did not fade.

The 2 tall guys, standing there on the streets, attracted the attention of every passerby.

Including a certain redhead.

�Hey, Micchy.� Sakuragi grinned as he approached the 2 of them.

Sendoh raised an eyebrow.

�Akira, what are you doing?� Sakuragi asked innocently.

Mitsui quickly intervened, �We have to leave or we�ll be late, Ja!�

He dragged a puzzled Sakuragi away.

Sendoh's face was dark, slamming a fist onto the hard, cold, metal surface of the lamppost, his eyes held a measure of burning fury.