Shuichi fell to his knees, unable to believe what was happening. Yuki… had just left without a word. The icy blond only glanced at Shuichi, sprawled out on the couch, his taunt midriff exposed. Yuki gathered up his laptop… and was gone. A tear slid slowly down Shuichi's cheek. Silently, with a mournful grace, the purple-eyed boy rose to his feet and diligently set to his work.
Yuki nervously chewed the end off his cigarette and pressed his foot harder to the gas pedal. He wanted desperately to tell Shuichi that he loved him, to gather the pink-haired, sugar high singer into his arms, but he simply couldn't. He had gone so long without affection; he forgot how to give it. With a shock, a thought struck Yuki. He swung the car around and headed straight for his apartment, whether other cars were going in the same direction or not.
Yuki flung up the door with wild abandon, only to get greeted with silence. No running, no tackling, no screeches of undying love. Just… silence. Yuki moved about the apartment like a ghost. The bedroom was completely spotless and the futon perfectly made. The living room gleamed like new, and it appeared that even the couch had been vacuumed. Every single room, even the kitchen, was the same. Shuichi had even packed away with Sakuma fangear away neatly and stored it in the closet. Slowly, Yuki drifted back towards his car.
"Thanks for letting me stay, Hiro." Shuichi whispered. Hiro watched him with wide eyes, not quiet sure of how to deal with the new Shuichi. "Shu… you… should smile." He stated lamely. Shuichi looked up and did the best goofy face he could manage. Hiro forced a chuckle. The face was slightly creepy. Shuichi, completely unaware the Yuki was driving in a straight line towards Hiro's apartment at over 100 miles per hour, settled himself into the make-shift futon. Shuichi wondered just what he would do, as he could no longer sing.
Yuki hesitated, and then knocked firmly on Hiro's door. A petal as pink as Shuichi's hair floated to the floor and was soon joined by the bouquet from which it came as quiet suddenly; Yuki's arms were filled with the small frame of the boy.
"I'm so sorry… Shuichi."