A/N: First of all, great thanks to those who have reviewed.   Thank you so much!! Another one I have to be thankful to´s Oblivion Prodigy, who´s doing a great job helping me out betaing this story. Thanks Prodigy-chan! Without wanting to bore you any longer, here´s the next chapter!

GQSammy: I totally agree! Three's not half enough shiki stories out there! Kurikara´s by far my favourite out of them… Doumou arigatou gozaimasu for reviewing!!

Helkh: Thanks a lot! I´m glad you like it this far!! Yeah, what you mentioned´s right. There definitely was much tension between SohRyu and Kurikara because of that trait… ACK!! ;; I definitely did not need my thoughts to go there! XD;;

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A slight smile grazed pale, boyish lips.

"It's you, Sohryu.

…..

I knew you'd come."

The man who'd entered the cell didn't respond. Taking in the mighty lord Kurikara´s state of condition, he remained silent. Noting the black-haired ones bruised cheeks, the nasty, dried up blood which its sheer amount had practically welded the Dragon King´s right eye shut and the many cuts on his short, festive kimono and black shorts that barely reached to half of his thighs, …and in the way Kurikara held himself.

Weary.

Iron members of chains made rattled silently as Kurikara moved his position so that he could get a better view of the room´s other occupant.

Taking in his old friend's new, blue robes, pallid lips tugged into a tiny smile.

"The new uniform suits you well, Sohryu."

[He remembered how much he'd always liked that playful, mocking pout on his best friends lips.]

"…What suits me well or not doesn't concern you, Kurikara."

Ebony eyebrows were drawn high at that answer, summoning the old look of tomboyishness back on the dragon god´s youthful face.

"So?"

"You have no right to talk to me like that after what you've done. Not after turning around and stabbing our backs like that! Not…-!"

"….."

"Why? Why did you do it? Why did you betray us? For what?!"

Kurikara watched him calmly, letting him rant his anger and frustration off of his soul before deign himself to answering.

When the other one was finally done, he yawned, carelessly.

[He'd always loved the way he'd brought other to seethe by first listening to all their ranting and then yawning like not having a single concern in the world.]

Kurikara grinned at him, impishly, defiant.

"Why, do you ask? Why not?"

"….."

"..Heh."

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I´m sorry for the screwed up-formatting. I somehow don´t get a hang with ff.net´s net quick edit. It keeps eating up half of my symbols and keeps reducing all my spaces to one, no matter what I do! If anyone knows how to avoid this, please…?

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