A strong gust of cool wind swept through the branches of the tall, blossom trees. Hundreds of white petals drifted through the air, scattering the surrounding scene with their sweet, floral scent. The golden rays of the sun filtered through the trees, leaving graceful shadows dancing on the soft blades of grass at the foot of the tall trunks. Gentle petals landed on the gravel of a long path, a path that snaked up the hillside in the not so far distance. At the end of the winding walkway stood a luxurious, modern looking villa, sporting wooden beams and huge windows; at the gate of this villa, stood two people. They both stared through the bars of the gate in awe, taking in the beauty of the location in which they would be spending their upcoming week.

A hand reached for the fiddly lock on the gate, twisting and turning it vigorously. The hot metal clanged as it was relentlessly prodded and fondled. "You will break it, Master," A monotone voice interrupted the sound of the attempt on the gate's security. The man didn't seem to listen, as his movements only intensified. "You must concentrate, use smaller, more intricate movements. Here let me..." before he could finish his sentence the older man had kicked the gate through, sending it flying from its hinges. It landed round the corner of the high, red brick wall that surrounded the bungalow, and a loud splash was heard at the other side. The two looked at each other in confusion, before running around the corner to discover where the gate had landed.

"Woah! Genos we've got a pool!" Throwing his own bag into the pair of metal arms behind him, the bald headed man ran toward the body of water at full speed.

"Master, Saitama! Your clothes..." the panicked voice was interrupted by a splash that was much larger than the one that he had previously heard. Saitama had cannonballed into the water, sending tepid droplets flying through the air and landing around him. He swam over to the unhinged, metal gate, picking it up and placing it down by the poolside.

"Heh, I suppose i'll fix that later," he laughed, letting himself fall backwards into the water.

"Master, should we not unpack our bags before doing such things?" Genos sighed, clutching at two large rucksacks.

"Oh, yeah ok," Saitama walked himself over to the edge of the pool and climbed out. His drenched clothes clung to the contours of his body and he pulled at the fabric trying to loosen its grasp. "Probably should've at least taken my shirt off first, huh?" Genos stared back at his master with dull, sarcastic eyes.

"I will take these bags to our rooms," he said, trying to conceal a smirk. The young cyborg set off towards the house. Saitama peeled the white t-shirt from his body, rinsing it out onto the tiles below him. 'Meh, the shorts will dry in their own time,' he thought to himself. He threw the wet shirt in a crumpled pile on the doorstep and went inside the villa.

He found himself in the kitchen, a large room with oak worktops. It was decorated with sunflowers, sticking out of beautiful swirled glass vases. 'Where is it?' he thought, his eyes scanning the room for something, one thing that had piqued his interest when booking this place. "There is it!" he verbally exclaimed to himself, beaming with excitement as he made his way over to a sleek, marble top bar in the corner of the room. As promised, the bar was stocked full of wines, beers and spirits. As he picked up a particularly interesting looking bottle of rum, the sound of loud footsteps coming down the hallway echoed through the room.

"I have left the bags in the bedroom, Master, I hope that that is ok." Genos came round the corner, straightening up the hem of his black tank top. When he saw his master stood shirtless behind the bar, water dripping off his muscular frame, his eyes widened. A small puff of steam unwillingly escaped from between the ridges of his shoulder plates and drifted into the air.

"Look buddy," Saitama smiled, holding out the bottle of rum. "Free booze!" His disciple stared for another moment, before turning to walk out of the room without saying a word. The older man looked puzzled. He could hear a door opening, and what sounded like rummaging before Genos returned with a mop and began frantically mopping up the water that had puddled around Saitama's feet. "Not today!" he grinned, snatching the mop. "You do enough work back at home. This week is all about kickin' back and chillin' out." He walked out from behind the bar, resting the mop against the nearby counter. "Cmon' we never get to vacation, you deserve a break!"

"Right," the cyborg eyed the mop precariously. "Shall I start dinner then, Master?" he began.

"What part of chillin' out did you not understand?" Saitama asked lightheartedly. He bent down behind the bar and produced two cool cans of beer. He cracked them both open, and handed one to his disciple. "How about tonight we head down to the beach?"

"I could light a small campfire whilst we're there, and cook for you over the fire," the cyborg stated, gazing at his master as if he were waiting for approval. Saitama smiled, humoured by his friend's inability to stop working.

"Alright then," he smirked, "let's kick back in the front room and drink a few beers, then we'll head down to the beach in a few hours."

"Sounds like a plan," Genos chirped, following Saitama towards the front room.

'I suppose i'll have to ease him into this relaxing vacation crap,' he told himself.

"C'mon!" Saitama beckoned to his disciple as he ran down the deep sand dunes toward the beach. Genos carried a rucksack on his back. His black, sleeveless hoodie hugged his metallic frame tightly. The two settled down on a flat, sandy surface. The blonde cyborg pulled a set of stones, twigs and logs out of his bag and set them up in an intricate circle on the sand, his master lay on his side, resting his head in his outspread hand.

"Incinerate," a small fire lit within the centre of the pile and soon a small campfire crackled in-between the two. Saitama pulled a couple of metal kebab sticks out of his back pocket and Genos took a box of various meats from his bag. "Master, I will cook yours," he said, reaching to take the metal stick from Saitama.

"Nah don't worry about it," he said, reaching over and grabbing the box of meats, taking what looked like some seafood and sticking on his toasting stick, hovering it over the dancing flames. "Did you bring the rum?" Genos pulled out the full bottle, handing it to a smiling Saitama.

He took a long, deep gulp of the spirit, wincing as he pulled the bottle away from his lips. The two toasted their food on the fire, and shared sips from the bottle of spiced rum. Conversation flowed about their home life, their friends, even their hopes for the future. The fire began to dwindle and the food was gone. "Hey, come lay over here," Saitama patted the soft sand by his side, "you seem too far away." A small puff of steam drifted from between the ridges in his Genos's arms as he crawled over and lay down next to his master, who was lying on the warm sand, his hands behind his head. The sound of gentle waves overlapping each other created a beautiful white noise, and the barely clouded sky began to turn a brilliant orange as the sun started to set on the horizon. Genos watched as his master stared in awe at the glorious colours that painted the sky. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Saitama smiled,

"Yes," Genos replied, his gaze hadn't moved. Saitama rolled over onto his stomach, his eyes meeting with the bright yellow irises. Genos accidentally let another burst of steam leak from his robotic frame. Saitama rose up onto his knees and walked himself closer to his disciple. "M-master," Genos started, as the older man leant in close enough to smell the alcohol on his breath. Genos let off another burst of steam in Saitama's face.

"Woah, man!" he coughed as he grasped the bottle of rum from beside his pupil, and sat himself back down beside him. "Chill out with the steam there buddy!"

"S-sorry, master..."
"We're gonna play a game," Saitama interrupted.

"A game, master?" a pair of perplexed eyes stared back at him. "What kind of game?"

"A drinking game," he grinned. "The rules are..." he turned, pointing the neck of the bottle at Genos, making him jump a little and causing him to let out a small gasp. His eyes narrowed, staring at his disciple's nervous face. "We ask each other questions, and we have to answer, then the other person has to guess if that answer is the truth or a lie. If you get it wrong, you have to take a drink from the bottle, and if you get it right, then the other person has to take a drink!" The blonde nodded in agreement, noticing the effects of the alcohol pulsing through his brain.

"I'll start," Saitama smirked. "If you had to date anybody from the Hero Association, would it be Tatsumaki?"

"No!" Genos yelled, furrowing his brow. Saitama laughed lightheartedly.

"Ok, ok. I'm going to guess by your reaction that what you said is the truth!" He handed the bottle to Genos, who took a reluctant gulp. "So there's someone in the association who you'd rather date then Tatsumaki?" he smirked.

"Master, I believe that it is my turn to ask you a question."

"Alright, alright." Genos thought for a moment, wracking his brain for a more interesting question.

"Master Saitama, do you believe that I could make my way into the top five heroes in class s?"

"No questions about work ok!" He yelled, snatching the bottle of rum and taking a sip. "Here on this beach, you're not the Demon Cyborg, ok? Just a regular guy having a good time with his friend."

"Ok..." Genos sighed, trying to shift his thought pattern from strength training. He let different questions race through his mind, before landing on one that caused him to desperately suppress another blast of steam. "H-has master, ever kissed anybody before?" Saitama felt the blood rush to his face and he blushed profusely.

"Y-yeah sure I have!" he chirped. Genos eyed him suspiciously.

"You are lying, master." Saitama narrowed his eyes and took another gulp of the sweet rum.

"Ok, you got me." He admitted, rubbing the back of his bald head with his thumb and averting his eyes from Genos's curious expression. "Anyway," he said, "my turn!" He scanned his disciple's face, trying to think of a question that would leave the younger man equally as uncomfortable as the previous question had made him. "Genos, have you ever had a crush on anybody?"

The young cyborg stammered, letting off another blast of hot steam, that covered his face. "M-master... no, no I-I have not."

"This time you're lying aren't you?" Saitama grinned, wiggling his eyebrows mockingly at his friend. Genos sighed and took a sip of the bottle of rum. "Oh, who's this lucky person then, huh?" Saitama teased, prodding Genos's arm. Genos looked down at the soft sand below him. "Hey don't worry about it buddy, you can tell me later yeah?" Saitama slapped Genos on the back. Genos let the corner of his mouth curve up into something that was close to a smile.

"Have you, ever had a crush on somebody Master?" he asked, looking right at his teacher as he asked him. Saitama blushed again, letting out a gentle giggle.

"Well, yeah I have" he laughed.

"You are lying master" Genos stated. Saitama grinned and passed the bottle to him.

"Nope," he said. He watched as Genos's eyes widened in shock, he took a swig from the almost empty bottle.

'Who could a man like master Saitama possibly take an interest in?' his disciple thought. Another puff of steam erupted from his body.

"Man, you're full of steam today aren't you?" Saitama wafted the steam away with his hand. "It must be all of the alcohol."

"R-right," Genos stuttered. Saitama picked up the bottle of rum and swept up the last few sips with ease, lapping up the final drops with his tongue. He lay back down on his back, Genos mirrored him. The sky was now a deep, pink and red swirl; the sun was only a sliver peering over the horizon. Genos let his gaze drift back over to his master, noticing him take a long yawn.

"Maybe we should just sleep right here tonight," Saitama yawned, his once wide eyes were beginning to droop, and small hiccups were erupting from between his lips.

"That sounds nice," Genos let a breathy, comforted sigh escape from his mouth. The silence was filled by the sound of the rolling waves, and the breaths of the two of them as they lay side by side. Their arms touched slightly, the cool metal creating a relaxing sensation on Saitama's skin.

"You know Genos," he said, "You're my best friend."

"You are my best friend, too." The two of them watched the sunset sky turn to a navy blue wonder, dotted with sparkling stars. It wasn't long before their eyelids covered their eyes, and the two fell into a deep slumber.