Kyrie was drenched in sweat by the time they finished. He could barely walk but Kit didn't seem phased at all. "Hey Kit, I think I need to stop here today. I think I have asthma."

"That's just your body working hard to get in shape!" Kit replied joyously, "But I understand you don't want to work yourself too much. So how about I carry you back to your room?"

Kyrie was about to refuse Kit's offer but before he could he found himself being scooped up into Kit's arms. "Woah! I really don't need you to carry me around, Kit."

Kit laughed a bit, "come on, just let me do this for you. It'll make me feel better than leaving you to go walking back alone. What if something were to happen to you?"

Kyrie's mind immediately replayed the murder that took place within his little paradise, his eyes seemed to cloud over. "Hey Kyrie, are you alright?" Kit looked at Kyrie in his arms, expressing concern.

"Oh yeah of course!" Kyrie forcefully pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. He felt safe in Kit's presence but he was still a bit embarrassed by the position he was in.

"Well we better get going!" Kit chuckled and soon they were on their way back to Kyrie's room.

Once they arrived, Kyrie waved goodbye to Kit and entered his room. He saw Chun was still in his room. "Has he been here all day?" Kyrie wondered.

He was drawing on Kyrie's wall with chalk. Upon further inspection Kyrie saw the drawings were morbid. They were drawings of stick figures being murdered. But one specific drawing caught his eye. It was one of a stick figure sitting at a table with a knife and a fork, with what appeared to be guts splattered all over his plate.

"Chun, oh my god! What are you drawing?" Kyrie's voice startled Chun. He turned to meet Kyrie's stare with tears flowing from his eyes. Suddenly Kyrie remembered the argument they had earlier about leaving Chun behind. He realized he left him again and without thinking Kyrie dropped down to his knees.

"Kyrie.. you left me again." Chun's wrist was covered in blood along with his upper arm. Kyrie was scared of what had happened to Chun. Why was he bleeding so much?

"Chun I'm so sorry. If I knew you'd do this if I left you I never would have!" His eyes began to sting and he held Chun tightly. This time he was the one refusing to let go. He lifted Chun and carried him to his restroom and set him on the countertop.

Kyrie began digging through cabinets looking for his first aid kit. When he found it he took out alcohol and bandages, then he turned to Chun, lifting his sleeve.

He recognized the pattern on Chun's wrist. It was a vulture, just like he had on his own wrist. He dipped his head down to Chun's and kissed his forehead, then his cheek, making his way slowly down to his wrist where the vulture was carved.

Chun seemed shocked that Kyrie was kissing him, but he didn't protest. He felt a warm feeling in his heart, and a light pink swept across his cheeks. Kyrie looked up from Chun's wrist and into his eyes.

"Chun, this is going to sting. But I want you to be strong for me ok?" He smiled warmly which sent chills down Chun's spine. His heart began to thump quickly. Kyrie took alcohol into a cotton ball and began to swab it on Chun's wrist. Chun flinched from the pain causing Kyrie to look up at Chun again.

Chun reached out grabbing Kyrie's face and pulling it towards his. Their lips were locked together, and Kyrie felt Chun's warm tongue pressing into his. Kyrie's hips were between Chun's legs and he could feel Chun's breath combining with his own. Kyrie backed away surprised from what happened. He never considered himself interested in boys, so why was he feeling this way?

Chun was looking away embarrassed. He didn't want to look Kyrie in the eye. Kyrie didn't know how to respond either so he took some bandage and wrapped it around Chun's wrist.

He then dabbed alcohol onto the wolf scar on Chun's shoulder, it was like the one Sefton had on his, Kyrie wrapped it in bandage as well. Chun was noticeably upset that Kyrie didn't kiss him from his forehead to wound as he did the last time, but at the same time he was grateful. His heart would thump out of his chest if he felt Kyrie's soft lips on his skin again. He couldn't help himself from craving more of it though, and neither could Kyrie.