Ai no Kusabi is © to Yoshihara Rieko. In this fic I used works of other authors, namely Robert Frost for this part. The action of this fic is taking place soon after the explosion at Dana Bahn. This fic is rated PG-14.

I have been once acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.(Edna St Vincent Millay

He was back on that ship, definitely. No, wait, that was a yacht... Raoul and he had once borrowed a yacht from their common acquaintance and set sail to the sea when the storm broke out. They had seen the heavy black clouds gathering but they took the risk as they thought they would manage to return ashore safely in time.

They didn't.

The storm rocked the small yacht from side to side like God his toy, up and down, up and down, up and down… He was vomiting without stopping. Finally, a giant wave engulfed the yacht, washing its sails away. Raoul yelled in pain when the falling metal piece of a pole hit him and broke his arm.

He didn't remember how they got back to the shore. They were unconscious when the wave spit them out on the deserted beach on the outskirts of Tanagura along with the remains of the yacht, and they remained there lying for hours under the cruel sunrays until the rescue team paged them. Raoul's left elbow had to be replaced by a prosthetic one and the tips of his fingers were numb to the present day.

Jupiter was terrified.

And now he was back aboard.

When he slowly opened his eyes and looked around what was surrounding him, he realised he was not on the yacht. He was in a VIP ward in Midas Central Hospital.