The door shut with a deaf 'click', the sound muted by the deaf and uncomfortable silence in the room. It was a wonder the officers even agreed to leave the two alone, but now that it had come to this, neither knew what to do.
"So…" Piko's soft voice resonated off the dusty, rough, gray walls. "You got caught," he said, taking a slow step forward.
Not a word came from VY2 as he silently sat bounded to a metal chair, his back to Piko. The old flickering bulb over his head casted shadows over his every feature—his gaze downcast.
"I'm sorry, Yuuma," Piko said, walking over to his lover and wrapping his arms gently around his shoulders as he pressed his cheek into the soft mop of pink hair.
"… …It's not your fault, Piko," Yuuma whispered, the painful indifference in his voice startling the silver haired boy.
Letting a sigh slip from his lips, Yuuma tilted his head up, nuzzling Piko's cheek with his nose. The petite boy closed his eyes, a hand reaching down to wrap his slender fingers around Yuuma's.
"It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't asked you for that last favor, would it?" Piko said, subtly slipping a gold hoop into Yuuma's hand before pulling hand away to wrap around Yuuma's waist.
"And if it had, what could you do? I would've continued stealing, whether I met you or not."
A moment of silence slipped between the two, the sound of ragged breathing being the only distraction. Silent tears rolled down Piko's cheeks, though he kept his face devoid of emotion...
…Because everything they had ended here, and Yuuma was taking it a lot better than he was.
"Yeah, that's true."
A/N: I don't even know what I was trying to make you guys feel by reding this. Anyway, hope you liked it! I might make a chaptered story based off this, but my skills aren't really... heh...
Anyway, review?