Crimson tones turned to blacks as night fell along the streets. Gentle clicks of polished shoes accompanied each stride of the Deathbringer, bringing him closer to the Serene Sunset Tavern.
'Ah. A warm bath sounds really nice now,' he thought, his hands slipping into his pants pockets. Squeaks from the tavern's door hinges marked the raven's entry.
"Oi. Okaeri, Saku-chan." Clearing the tables, Kazu acknowledged the return of Sakuraba, his head twisting to his left and sporting a boyish grin. "You're back late. Where have you been?" he spoke amusedly. The rag was dropped on the table he just cleaned, his right elbow leaning at a backrest of a plush seat. The tone did not sound prying, just asking.
Sakuraba sighed and sat at his previous location at the bar counter. 'Seriously? He's not being on mother-hen-mode, is he?' A graceful turn later and the Deathbringer's back leaned on the polished wood. Sakuraba noticed the cloaked man beside him but decided to leave him be. He was enjoying his liquor and he would not spoil the other's tranquil moment. "I believe that I'm old enough not to disclose the places where I go to."
A smirk and a whistle. "So, you're out to hit on the ladies?"
Sakuraba buckled a bit. "O-of course not!" Faint pink stained the serious man's face, his facade still intact, yet his voice a little shaky. 'Tch. Now he thinks I'm a pervert, eh?'
"So, it's hitting on the lads, then?" Kazu's eyebrows moved up and down, emphasizing his point.
"...what?" Sakuraba whispered, eyes squinting dangerously. If Charon was around, he definitely would not hear the end of it. His Other always poked fun at him, no matter what the scenario is.
Trays of used paraphernalia balanced flawlessly on the young tender's hands. "Defensive, na?" Chuckles reverberated in Kazu's chest, laughing still even when he walked towards the area to leave the soiled things for the dishwasher to handle.
The raven fell silent and lit a cigarette. He turned, facing the seemingly endless racks of wine and liquor. "Hey, loosen up, will ya?" Kazu said, smiling brightly before sliding an ashtray for Sakuraba to use. "Your Mark Hunt will commence pretty soon. Tension is always bad. And for Kami-sama's sake, I'm just joking."
"Ah. Forget it." The Deathbringer exhaled loudly, like an exaggerated sigh.
"You're just out shopping." It was not a guess; actually, it was better perceived as a statement of fact.
"Since when did you become all-knowing?" Sakuraba said flatly, not minding if it was true or the otherwise. All Marksmen have their own peculiarities.
"Right on the money!" Kazu exclaimed. "You fancy guys then?" he asked rather excitedly, fetching a martini glass and his silver cocktail shaker.
An irritated raven almost crushed his cigarette at Kazu's assumption - or conclusion, judging the way he put it. "No. Just out shopping."
In a flash, the bartender was agitating the silver shaker and set the martini glass with a lone cherry in front of Sakuraba and poured a ruby-colored concoction.
"Cosmopolitan. Sweet, yet dry. Enjoy." Kazu let his pearly whites show, fetching a paper towel to dry his hands from the chilled shaker's moisture. "It's sort of a peace offering," he started, scratching his head, eyebrows curving, making him look uneasy. "Maybe you're mad at me. It's been a long time since we've had a Nihon regular, so-"
"What are you saying?" Sakuraba's exposed orb met Kazu's; his facial features soft, confusion apparent in his gaze. "That's not the Kazu I know." Hell would freeze over if he told him that there was nothing to apologize about.
A sigh of relief left the younger's lips. "Well..." He paused, an awkward grin adorned his face before flashing a million megawatt smile. "I forgot."
Sakuraba felt a sweat drop roll from his temple. "Uh-huh."