Eiri was working on his latest manuscript one day when Shuichi came home from work. The pink haired musician stopped in the doorway and just stared at the writer. When Eiri couldn't take it anymore, he closed the laptop halfway and glared at Shuichi. "What do you want, brat?"
Shuichi left the doorway and walked into the room. "Yuki, when are you going to go see your father?" He used his signature, cutesy voice that gave Eiri headaches.
Eiri sighed and opened his laptop again. "When he drops dead."
Since he was focusing on his manuscript, Eiri didn't catch the pained expression on Shuichi's face. The vocalist took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound sad, but not whiny. "You're late."
Eiri stopped typing long enough to look over the top of the computer again. He scowled. "What are you going on about this time, brat?"
Shuichi plopped down on the couch and sat up straight, facing Eiri. "You're father. Ayaka told me that he passed away three weeks ago." The terrible sadness on his childlike face was more then Eiri had ever seen.
"What?!" Eiri jumped up from his desk and ran to the door. He grabbed his coat and left the apartment.
Shuichi sat alone in the dark for a few moments. Once he was sure that Eiri was gone, he pulled out a cell phone and hit a speed dial number. Holding the phone to his ear, he waited. The person on the other end picked up quickly. "Mika? He's on his way." He paused, listening to the woman's response. "Yeah. Can I have my strawberry pocky back now?"