Ah... I'm sorry you guys had to wait a while for the next one... Kinda had a writer's block... Plus, I WANTED TO POST THIS ON Kanami Yuuta's BIRTHDAY BUT ASDFGHJKL MY PARENT'S DECIDED THAT WE SHOULD GO FOR AN OUTING AND THEN MY COMPUTER DECIDED TO CRASH ARGHHHHHHH
Ahem so... Happy Late Birthday Kanami Yuuta? *gats smacked*
Alright, as for how I knew, I follow you on deviantART so it kinda told me when your birthday was. Kanami Yuuta's deviantART account is kaguya-lamperouge btw.

Alright, about things needed to be noted before reading this drabble; let's assume that the whole gang knows Aoba's past because he told them. Let's also assume that Koujaku and Ren can be more buddy-buddy than you think :3 And I think I kinda forced myself to write the second half so it may not be as good as usual. Let's assume one last thing, which is to think that Ren is a tad bit shorter than Koujaku.

Disclaimer: Do I still need to write this? Ah, whatever... I don't own DRAMAtical Murder. It's rightful owner is Nitro+CHiRAL. And the bookcover belongs to the person who I've mentioned serveral times in this author's note :/

~NBNL~

Title: What He Likes
Summary: Despite Aoba saying that he likes Ren as he is, he is still going to change his appearance. He could at least style his hair. There was only one hair-stylist in the Old Resident District, and he also had questions for that man. "Why is it your life goal to cut Aoba's hair?"

"Aoba."

"Hm? What is it?"

Ren and Aoba were currently in Junk Shop Heibon, the blunette sitting behind the counter while the other sat on it, staring at nothing in particular. Aoba looked up from the magazine he was reading to look at his partner. As usual, Ren was thinking about Aoba again but it was not anything particularly negative. He was thinking if he should get his hair styled. While it was true that the blunette liked him just the way he was. He felt that making Aoba happier with him was the least he could do to repay him back for countless of things.

Ren hesitated to ask Aoba about something but the shorter male waited patiently. "… Are you okay with me getting my hair styled?"

The question caused the shorter male to blink like an owl, and then sigh. Was Ren still worried about his appearance? He seemed to be alright after the whole issue. Perhaps there was another reason for this?

"I'm fine with it but why do you want to have your hair styled?" the blunette asked, both curious and concerned.

Why? If Ren pondered on the question, it was mostly due to Aoba's preferences. However, he could not deny the fact that he was more used to his hairstyle in Rhyme.

"Well, you could say that I personally prefer my hairstyle in Rhyme. I'm not sure if there's more to it, other than your preferences," Ren answered, looking up to the ceiling in wonder.

The answer caused a small laugh in Aoba. The taller male turned his head to face the other, his eyebrows raised in confusion. Was there something funny about what he had just said?

"Aoba?"

"You don't have to ask for my permission to get your hair cut. If it's what you want, you should go ahead and do it. I'm not your mother Ren," Aoba laughed.

"So, you're fine with it?"

"Like I said, my opinion doesn't matter," the shorter male stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Thus, due to what occurred earlier in the day, Ren stood in front of the Old Resident District's best hair-styling shop. Although, he was starting to have second doubts.

As usual, Koujaku's shop was swarmed with women. It seemed almost impossible to hear his own voice over all the high pitched pleas and squeals from the women. Ren could not take the noise anymore and decided to walk away had it not been for a person calling out his name and putting their arm around his shoulders.

"Ren! How've you been doing?"

Said person had to suppress a sigh, knowing that all of the women's attention was now on him and the man clad in a red kimono.

"I've been doing well. It seems that your shop is as famous as ever Koujaku," Ren stated, avoiding eye contact was anybody.

His plans to escape the hordes of female monsters and their master have been ruined. How wonderful.

"Has it ever not?"

When Koujaku said that, he could hear plenty of melancholic sighs from the women, so he turned around to face the long-haired man. Of course, Koujaku had his lady-killer smile on. Is he trying to have a friendly chat with Ren or is he trying to flirt with the women?

"Putting that aside. What are you doing here? Aren't you normally with Aoba?" the older male questioned, still flashing his dazzling smile.

… Maybe he was attempting to do both at once.

"It's true that I'm usually with Aoba. However, I have come here for my own personal reasons," the short-haired male stated.

Hearing that, Koujaku became a bit serious since Ren seldom talked with him one-on-one.

"I'm all ears," Koujaku said, his face showing that he was listening intently to what Ren had to say.

Ren took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever looks he might get.

"I was wondering if you're willing to style my hair," the younger male asked hesitantly, averting his gaze to the floor.

It was at that moment that everything became silent. The women were no longer swooning over Koujaku. When Ren looked up, he noticed that some of the women were glaring at him. This must be how Aoba felt when the women glared at him for being friendly with Koujaku. Others were seemed to be leaning forward in anticipation to hear Koujaku's answer.

The man clad in a red kimono blinked, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He almost seemed to be wondering about something until he started to grin. That was not a reaction Ren anticipated.

"Sure! It's what Aoba likes, right?" Koujaku teased, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Ren could almost feel a vein pop on his forehead.

The women around them all gasped. Some were covering their mouths while others blushed. All of them seemed to be thinking of several scenarios of two guys being together.

"Well then, styling your hair might take a while, so I might close the shop early for today," the hair-stylist stated, causing all the women to whine.

They managed to get to Koujaku's place without much of a problem, except having to calm down all the women for thirty minutes. Sometimes Ren wondered if Koujaku ever got annoyed with all the women fussing over him.

Ren followed Koujaku into his house, taking off his shoes before entering. The place was nice and spacious but it seemed quite empty in Ren's opinion. He knew that Koujaku brought women back to his place from time to time but that did not do much to the lonely atmosphere in the house.

Koujaku led Ren to his bedroom, causing the latter to ponder on why he was brought to this room. That was until he noticed that there was a mirror in this room, set nicely on a table with a few hair-styling tools on it.

"Alright, just sit here and I'll get my things," Koujaku told him, placing a chair in front of the mirror and patting it, gesturing to sit there.

Ren nodded and did as he was told. Sure, this was not the first time he had been to Koujaku's house. There were times when Aoba went to his place, carrying a bag with Ren in it. That was when he was still an Allmate so everything looked bigger before. However, since he now had a human body, everything in the house seemed to be of a normal size. His thoughts were cut short when he heard the sound of wings flapping approach him.

"Yo Ren! How've you been?" an energetic voice chirped as said person felt something perch on his shoulder.

Ren looked through the mirror in front of him and saw Beni on his shoulder.

He reached out a hand to scratch right below Beni's neck, causing the sparrow Allmate to close his eyes in comfort. "I've been doing well. How about you?"

"Same old, same old."

At that moment, Ren heard footsteps approaching him and Beni. Koujaku must have gathered all of his things. The kimono clad man placed all his tools on the table and positioned Ren on the chair properly so that he could nearly see every angle of his head.

"Well Ren, how'd you like your hair styled?" he asked, looking at said person through the mirror.

"I would like it styled just like how my hair was in my Rhyme mode," Ren told him, somehow a bit uncomfortable by how serious Koujaku's face looked.

The taller male seemed to be thinking for a moment, then nodded his head, as if he confirmed something.

"Alright, I can do that," he said, picking up a few tools from the table.

Ren was intrigued by how Koujaku worked. He felt curious as to how it felt the other man styling his hair. From what he could remember, he had heard a few women say that "you'll be sent to heaven when Koujaku-san touches your hair" when he was still an Allmate.

However, that's where the problem lies.

He noticed almost every little reaction from Koujaku at the moment. He had once seen the long-haired man style a woman's hair. His movements were smooth and refined and his face showed that he was absorbed in his work, as if he was painting a beautiful masterpiece. Right at this moment, Koujaku's hand movement were rather jittery and seemed hesitant to do whatever he was about to do next. His face was showed that he was nervous and distracted. Was it possible that Koujaku had never styled a man's hair before?

"Koujaku?" Ren called out, causing the hair-stylist to flinch. "Is it possible that you've never tried styling a man's hair before?"

The man at work seemed to blink for a few moments before fully registering what his friend had asked him. "I have done so for a few of my members before."

Ren was confused. If Koujaku had done something like this before, why was he so out-of-character?

"Ren, if I remember correctly, you're in the body of Aoba's twin brother," Koujaku stated, causing the shorter male to be confused at how the conversation took a surprising turn but nodded, nevertheless. "Tae had also mentioned that that when Aoba and his twin were born, their hair was connected together."

Ren nodded once again but wondered why Koujaku was bringing this up.

"It's been a lifetime dream of mine to cut Aoba's hair so, I thought that maybe you two had more-or-less the same kind of hair," the older man confessed, halting his work as he put his tools back down on the table.

The revelation made Ren's eyes widen in shock. Was there some kind of meaning to Koujaku wanting to cut Aoba's hair?

As if reading his mind, the kimono clad man continued, "At first, it was probably because I wanted Aoba to take care of his hair better so, I thought he could manage his hair better if it was short. But now…"

Instinctively, Ren continued from where the other man had left off, "You have no idea if that's your actual reason."

Koujaku lowered his head, averting his gaze from Ren's eyes, as if ashamed.

"Maybe I've developed feelings for him."

"I see…"

When Ren said that, Koujaku's head shot up, surprised about how nonchalant Ren was with this. He was about to question why the short-haired male's reaction was as such but the other had beat him to it.

"It's pretty easy to fall for someone who you've been with for so long," Ren said, more to himself, with a smile and his eyes closed, as if thinking about the one that made him happy.

"You're… not going to ask me to stay away from him or something like that?" Koujaku questioned, confused, his hands shaking.

"I'm pretty sure that contradicts my personality," Ren stated, almost amused as to how Koujaku could come up with something so bizarre. "I'm not that kind of person."

Koujaku was about to say something but kept his mouth shut.

"I'm not the only one who makes Aoba happy. If I were to ask you to stop being friends with Aoba, it would surely make him sad without your presence around him. You've also made a great impact on Aoba's life. You being his friend is pretty much a necessity for him now. I can't possibly ask you to kill your feelings for him either. But…"

Hearing Ren pause for a moment, Koujaku dared to look back into the mirror. A chill ran down his spine as he saw Ren's gaze fixed on him through the mirror. If looks could do any sort of damage, he was sure that he would have fainted from how deadly Ren's face looked.

"I won't allow you to make him fall in love with you."

Koujaku had to suppress an audible gulp. However, if he put aside the obvious fear building in him from Ren's presence, he could obviously understand why Ren would tell him such a thing.

"I won't do any of those sorts. He's precious to you so, I won't even think about taking him away from you," the taller male assured, a gentle smile being placed upon his lips.

"Thank you for understanding," Ren thanked, his shoulder relaxing, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"If there's anyone who should do the thanking, it should be me. You're one of the most understanding people I've met so far," Koujaku chuckled, reaching out for his tools again.

"Well, since that issue has been settled, shall I get back to doing my job?" he teased, honestly happy being able to come to terms with Ren.

"Yes, please continue."

"How d'you like it?"

"It… still fits Ren's looks well…"

"I'm glad it's to your liking Aoba."

"L-Like I said, you don't have to go through all this trouble just for me!"

"And like I said Aoba, I actually prefer how my hair feels in my Rhyme form."

"And there's nothing like a good time for men to bond!"

"Huh?"

"Aoba, as men who normally end up being on top, we need to discuss about the many different ways to please our lovers."

"I- I NEVER ASKED WHAT YOU GUYS ARE TALKING ABOUT!"

"Koujaku, that was not nee-"

"AND NORMALLY ON TOP YOU SAY?! ONE DAY I'LL TOP REN! JUST YOU WAIT!"

"And the conversation takes a surprising turn…"

"But doesn't this conversation also tell you to watch out Ren?"

"If it's what he likes, I don't really mind."

That "being on top" was being referenced to Kanami Yuuta's mini RenAo comic ^^ Ah... My line breaker is glitching...

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