And I thought that we could sit around and talk for hours

About things I couldn't say to you

And things that we could never do.

Black.

The one color that was associated with the concept of something dark. A mere glance upon it was a constant reminder of the dread that was reality. Everything had shifted so drastically in just a few days' time; it was still hard to believe that it was truly occurring.

But the tears made it real. The casket that held the last bit of concrete evidence made it even realer. The fact that nothing but the smiles that were seen in photographs aligned throughout the house made the sadness almost overwhelming in seconds.

Yosuke Hanamura stood in the upstairs foyer of his best friend's house. His eyes took in the numerous pictures on the wall, and they all kept insisting for him to face the fact that his childhood friend was now gone from this world.

As he tried not to let tears swell in his eyes, he felt his phone vibrate softly in his pocket. Glancing around, he found one of the guest rooms further down the hall nearby and headed inside to try and catch the call. As he pulled his phone out, the call was cut off and went straight to a voicemail. Sighing in frustration, he waited until he got the notification for it. It was just as he pressed to call that he heard a sudden sound of footsteps and he felt the odd need to hide.

Moving into the closet nearby, he swiftly closed the door just as he was able to make out two figures stumbling into the room and the door being closed behind them. Sounds of soft giggling from a woman were heard, and Yosuke was desperately trying to block out what he already knew was going to occur. Just as he held his hand up to his ear to at least try and hear what the voicemail said, his eyes peered through the small slits of the closet door and what he saw made him clench his phone in anger.

Yosuke looked away as the situation grew more intense. It hardly seemed to last long though, the girl appeared to have been experienced in the quick rendezvous with strangers. She was giggling and muttering for him to call her within a few minute's time, and as soon as she was gone, Yosuke slammed open the closet door.

The other presence in the room was in the middle of re-adjusting his pants and fixing his belt. As he peered over at the brunette through his grey eyes, he took in the obvious aura of hate.

This was how it always was.

"Nice to see you're rebounding so quickly."

"Are you stalking people in your spare time now too?"

Yosuke glared at him as he shoved his phone into his pocket and took a few steps closer to him.

"How fucking sick are you? Your girlfriend of four years just died not even a week ago and you're already out and about screwing anything that moves?"

"You wouldn't understand."

He shook his head, fixing the collar of his white shirt before turning curtly towards the door.

Yosuke wasn't having it. He quickly darted after him, drawing in closer to have the other man almost pressed against the door as his hand was on the doorknob.

"Yeah I doubt I would ever understand what goes on in that fucked up head of yours since I actually care about people."

"In what other way do I have to say 'you wouldn't understand' before it will be simple enough for you to grasp?"

"Tch. Do whatever. You never deserved Saki though."

"You think you could've done a better job?"

Yu scoffed as he stared back into brown eyes that were leering at him in a dangerous way.

"I don't have to explain myself to an asshole like you."

"And I don't have to stay here with an annoyance like you."

He stated bluntly just as he tugged on the doorknob, knocking the other back a few steps. Not even sparing him a glance, he walked through the doorway and headed back down the hallway.

Yosuke stood there, fist clenched, anger boiling over as he tried not to think of how many wrongs had been happening lately. Nothing was the same now, nothing would ever be the same, and he couldn't stand how he was going to have to find a way to endure the regret and find a way to live with it now as well.

Little did either of them know, there was nothing like a funeral to bring people together.