The first night in the old house, was difficult for sleeping. The noises outside and inside the house, made its occupants think that an animal or a few of them, lived in the attic. They'd been spoiled having spent a month in a luxurious mansion. But it was safe and that meant it was bearable. In the morning after breakfast, the twins asked Masaki to go in the attic and see what had been making all the noise.

"Oh it's just the ghost that lives here," Masaki joked.

"You're kidding right?" Asuga shivered.

Noriko grinned, "ghosts aren't real."

Masaki had Hiroto boost him up into the attic, since the internal ladder was stuck. He got it freed so it dropped down and then his brother came up too, using a flash light app on his phone to see into the darker areas.

"That looks like human shit," Hiroto pointed at a cold pile of poo.

"It's a raccoon, we'll have to look for an entry hole and board it up." Masaki scanned the attic and found the hole.

They scared the raccoon out the hole and then found some boards to nail up. While in the attic, Masaki found a box that had some old pictures and toys in it. He brought it down once they left the attic, so everyone could look at it.

"That's Takeru on that motorcycle styled rocking horse. I guess it was my parents who influenced his love for motorcycles."

Hiroto asked, "can I keep it?"

Masaki handed it to him, with an old rusted toy. "Mom gave that to me when I was little. It had been Takeru's too, but he was too old by then to play with motorcycle toys. I think dad made it from discarded steel pieces."

Noriko wondered, "Hiroto did you have any toys like that growing up?"

"Don't we all?"

He didn't mean to be short with her, but it brought up the past, before he became an Amamiya Brother. There was a lot of anger from back then and he didn't want to face his feelings about it all.

Asuga remembered, "we use to fight over all our toys. I don't remember any motorcycle or car toys, but a lot of horse stuff and dolls."

"Did you two get dressed alike?" The girl snitch asked.

"All the time. Asuga was the one who liked overly girly things, which made mom happy. To this day I loathe anything pink or with frills."

"We looked cute. There was this hot pink dress, with a puffy skirt that had white lace trim. It made me feel like a princess. Nori hated it the most."

"It made me look like a cupcake and it was itchy. And the little white shoes we had to wear with it, hurt my toes."

Hiroto pulled Noriko to him, in a partial hug. "I hate anything pink too. Let's go for a walk, I need some air." They left hand in hand.

The air was fresh and it was sunny out, making the birds sing their joy. The two of them walked past where the motorcycles were parked. There was a path, maybe more of an animal trail, but enough to make it through the thick brush. It brought them to a little forest and they walked until a fallen tree blocked their path. Hiroto picked Noriko up and sat her on the tree trunk, then jumped up beside her.

"I don't remember too much of my childhood, except that I was left alone a lot. When Mom remarried she was nicer than before, but paid more attention to Masaki and Takeru. Or so it seemed to me back then. For a long time I resented mom. Masaki liked to rub it in that he was older than me, like I was the unwanted runt. Takeru was the only one I could tolerate. After our parents died, he was the glue that kept us going. So much responsibility at a young age. We put him on a pedestal and believed in him like he was a God." Hiroto paused, playing with a blade of grass. "I would never say this around Masaki, but when Takeru got older and sought revenge for their deaths, he wasn't smart about it."

"From what you've told me, perhaps he should've explained what he wanted to do. It might have prevented you two from all that stress and of loosing out on time spent together. But as soon as he wanted revenge death and picked up the gun, there would've been nothing either of you could've done to stop him or the resulting outcome."

"Is that why Asuga having used guns, bothers you so much?"

"That and it breeds trouble. No one cares about a girl who can punch and kick, but a gun changes everything."

"Agreed."

She leaned against his side and he put an arm around her shoulders. "It's so nice and peaceful here. Maybe one day we can fix up this house a bit more, like a vacation retreat or something."

"I'd like that too."

Noriko kissed his knuckles, they had been so bloody after the battle. "Will you have scars over your knuckles?"

"I heal pretty quick. They're not even bruised anymore." He used the hand she had kissed, to pull her face closer.

At first he just stared into her eyes, then his eye lashes descended and lips brushed hers. It was sensual and patient, until her mouth opened. Their tongues caressed and danced, before his lips closed and he pulled back.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I heard branches breaking. Either someone is coming up the path we took or there's an animal out here, bigger than a raccoon."

"Let's head back," Noriko suggested.

He pulled her into a hug and left a hicky on her neck. "Marking my territory."

Masaki and Asuga met them on the trail. "We're going for a ride, to check out the area. Saigo wants you two to come back before we leave."

Norkio knew the brothers needed a little time alone. "Asuga stay and help me make lunch, Hiroto you go with Masaki."

The twins exchanged a look and no words were needed to explain why the brothers should go alone. "Sure, I'll help."

They followed the brothers back and hugged them, before going into the kitchen. They continued the conversation about the past, trying to figure out who had got them interested in motorcycles.

"It wasn't mom or dad, I know that much," Asuga said thoughtfully.

"I remember being ten and riding behind a man, I think he was a friend of dad's. Pretty sure he rode a Harley too."

"Nori, that's it! And then I dated that guy who rode a Honda, when I was fifteen."

"That guy rode like a douche."

Asuga laughed, "he didn't like you either. Called you a cu...."

"You now get to peel the onions."

"Awe come on! He's the one who called you that, not me!"

Saigo came in and shook his head, "how old are you two? You bicker like children."

Kikuchi chuckled, "that's better than them punching and kicking each other like a pair of street fighters."

Noriko sighed, "we do that when we're really pissed at each other."

Kikuchi threw up his hands and shook his head with disgust.