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Rain came down far too hard. Shuichi slowly drew his hand above his head. There he was. His beautiful blonde hair came into view in the massive crowd. "Shuichi." The voice was so different. His inner demons had obviously been exorcized. However, Shuichi understood emotional pain, he understood that it could take quiet a while for something to be worked out of your system, and that... that... was really bad. What Yuki had felt was horrible. Shuichi too had felt this, though there was one big difference. Shuichi hadn't been so badly damaged that he killed anyone. Poor Yuki.
"Konbanwa, Yuki." Shuichi, was of course under a lot of clothing, as was Yuki.
"Please, Shuichi... can't we go?" Shuichi heard the hurt in the man's voice and understood. If he was going to be any better, it would take time.
"Of course, Yuki. Come on, lets go. We have two whole days to ourselves." The trip through the crowd was safe, and, he only was recognized once, by a young child as he moved through the the group in his liquidial manner. Yuki followed a bit more calmly than before. Finally reaching the car, he slid into the passenger's seat, to allow Yuki to drive. Buckling in, he glanced sideways at the writer. "Alright, fine. We need to talk, right?" Yuki remained silent as he buckled in and started the vehicle up. It was only after backing out that Yuki gave a very weak half hearted response.
"Hai..." he turned and looked toward the singer for a moment, but shut his mouth and merely turned back to the windsheild. Though this should be the least of his worries right now, Yuki couldn't help but wonder, what it would be like to write this feeling of being utterly lost, utterly connected and yet seperate into one of his stories. "You have a tour right now right?"
Shuichi nodded. "Hai."
"Next concert is in two days, you say?"
"Hai."
"I think I'd like to be there."
"Good," Shuichi replied, and then his mouth quirked into a small smile. "I'll be singing that crappy love song, now that I've got the inspiration." Yuki Eiri allowed the smile that came to his face as he pulled out of the parking lot finally. Traffic was unusually bad this time. "Yuki?"
"Hai?"
"Mamotte ageru."
"Arigato Shu-chan." The roads were far better than they had been the day he had left, at least. That had been horrible, last time. "Shu, gomen nasai. I was the baka." He felt Shuichi's warm, smaller hand slide over his own on the steering wheel soothingly.
"Aishiteru wa, Yuki."
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