Waiting for Akutagawa was a long process. It wasn’t exactly on Atsushi’s plan to be waiting for 30 minuted in the cold, Christmas Eve snow.

Of course, after 45 minutes, Akutagawa’s motorcycle arrived.

“Get in,” The cold diablo spoke,

Atsushi did as he was told, getting on the reflective, black motorcycle that had snow flurries covering the shiny dark surface.

“Alright..” The silver-haired boy spoke as he hopped on.