"Shinobu, what are you crying for?" Miyagi pressed his lips down onto the young boy's ear. He purred and nibbled on Shinobu's earlobe, making the boy tremble in delight.

Shinobu sniffled and wiped away the free-rolling tears that stained his face. "It's not that big a deal," he murmured between the sobbing induced hiccups.

Miyagi lifted his naked body off Shinobu's, letting his own come to rest by his side instead. He raked his fingers through the young boy's soft hair; it still felt wet from his shower a short time earlier. Shinobu turned his face oppositely, making Miyagi's concerns suddenly hold more water. "Don't lie to me," he scolded, yet in a warm, loving way. Shinobu didn't move. He kept silent. Miyagi sighed and rolled onto his back to let his eyes roam along the ceiling. "Shinobu, I know how you are. We haven't been dating nine months for nothing." Still no response. "If something's on your mind, tell me. I'm here to listen. You know that, don't you?"

"Of course I know that," Shinobu peeped at last; he sounded as if his tears had dried up."It's just that nothing is wrong. I was just..." He bit his lip and turned to face Miyagi.

"You were just what?"

Shinobu hesitated. A long silence lingered between them, giving the room an awkward ari. "I was thinking...No, praying."

Miyagi eyed him strangely. He suddenly felt as if he'd done something terribly wrong to upset the boy; he never meant to. Plus, they had done nothing new so what reason did Shinobu have for crying so heavily? "Huh? Praying? Thinking? What about? Did I do it?"

Shinobu smiled and nodded. "It's all your fault, you know."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Shinobu kissed him tenderly. "You answered my prayer."