Benjirou and I stood in front of the burning building, people running and screaming around us. Some called for firefighters to put out the blaze. It seemed romantical to us yet so odd and creepy to other people.

I knew he was fucked up, and he knew I was too - yet we remained somewhat sane together. That's one of the many reasons why we got together in the first place. He deals with my crazy self and I do the same. The smoke filled the night sky as my husband Benjirou spoke, staring at the building in flames before us.

"Love... What do you think of going to get food right now? My subordinates can take care of the mess that's currently happening." he said calmly, his eyes turning to me, curious about what I'd say. It was a wonderful date in his opinion - setting a building ablaze and then going to eat afterwards.