I don't wanna hear you talk about it anymore {private}

It had taken him a little bit longer than he would have liked to arrive at the park. Cancel a meeting, find the nearest convenience store (that wouldn't get him attacked for being the Nakamura heir - convenience stores tended to be not exactly the safest of places for the younger aristocrats) and then make his way over to the park, where he knew his fighter would be waiting. After all, the reluctant young man had no other choice.

Staring at the bag in his hands, Julius wondered how his family would take this. How many red beams would be pointed at Kyler's head? How many invisible targets painted on that unruly blond hair... Of course there would be a few - the cousins that refused to be stomped into submission, the enemies they had made in the underground, the more powerful of the rogue units, and even those not affiliated with the unit world. The person who had taken out his father, possibly. Julius sighed to himself in the back seat of the car that drove him. It was a sleek black Lexus LS600h L - the top of line in domestic cars, and it had just been detailed to shining. The leather smelled wonderful, and was easy to slide onto and off of; the floors were immaculate; the paint shone like moonlight on water. It screamed aristocrat. It was... extravagant. Excessive. It was no less than one would expect from the Nakamura family.

What type of car did Kyler like? It was a thought that came randomly, and a question that he did not have an answer to. The fighter walked to school, from the direction of the not so nice area of town. But if he had to think about what type of automobile he could picture Kyler in... well, it was nothing like this. No buttons and screens and heated seats everywhere. Something simple, something... classic. An older car. He could picture that - if Kyler even knew how to drive. Something told Julius he did. Staring at the colorful bag of gummy candies he so carefully held, Julius decided he would have to find answers for those questions he didn't already have.

Upon halting, the younger of the Toxic unit watched the chauffeur leave the car, and waited for the man to open his door. Really, this wasn't a limousine or anything, he could have opened the door by himself. But where would be the fun in that?

The sun was bright and warm as he stepped out, ignoring the driver as the man looked straight ahead. They were trained never to directly look at the family member they were chauffeuring. They were trained with the best of the best, actually, and knew that even one slip up could end with them in the underground. It was usually enough to keep everyone who worked under them in line. Still, there was occasionally a problem to be dealt with, and it was taken care of efficiently, silently, and swiftly.

Still, the sun was warm and Julius quickly slid from his coat, hanging it neatly over his arm as he headed toward where he could see his fighter's yellow hair shining blindingly bright. Kyler's back was to him, which he didn't mind, and he still had his coat on. Of course, he wasn't wearing a blazer, as Julius was, and the day was still fairly chilly, so it was understandable.

Coming to a halt to his fighter's right (and feeling that buzz within their ring of completeness), Julius looked straight out, not bothering to meet Kyler's eyes. No words were spoken. In his left hand were the gummies, held up between them and waiting to be taken, like a peace offering of sorts.

Julius knew there would never be peace between them.