Snippet #1470159

"Kyoya. Now come on, before this rain gets any worse. I'll show you where I live. It ain't exactly the Royal Palace, mind, but it keeps out the rain." Kyoya walked down the street. From the look on Akio's face, he had been expecting a catch. He was half-right. The Crimson Eyes had a lot of enemies, and since they'd heard that the gang had been disbanded they'd been targeting Kyoya relentlessly. Kyoya hated the thought of bringing the Crimson Eyes back, but if it at least looked like the gang was still alive then the other gangs would be sure to leave him alone. He knew it wasn't Akio's problem, so if anyone attacked then Kyoya would probably do what he could not to get him involved. Besides, Kyoya hated it when other people fought his battles. He looked over at him. "You look pitiful." He told him, frowning at his tattered clothes. "I might as well try to find you some clothes while I'm at it. They won't be the best thing ever, so don't be expecting too much."