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Shuichi watched the scenery pass by as he sat on the train. Anyone who looked at him wouldn't have known he had just been thrown out of his lover's life from a first glance. The smile that he had learnt to fake so well over the past few years was plastered on his lips, and all he carried was a satchel bag that contained no more than one set of clothes and a few essential items.
Yuki had kicked him out yet again, not long after he'd gotten home from work. All Shuichi had wanted was to tell his lover about the day he'd had, but Yuki didn't want to listen. So he'd eventually kicked the young singer out, telling him never to come back.
Shuichi would usually have gone to Hiro, but with Ayaka staying, Shuichi knew it would only serve to annoy his friend. So he'd bought a train ticket and jumped on the first one that came in. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, but Shuichi had never been one to think things through, after all. At least, that was what Yuki always told him...
When Shuichi finally hopped off the train, he had to wonder why he had brought himself to Kyoto. Though, as he stood thinking about it he realised that while he was here, he could possibly convince Tatsuha to help him. With that thought in mind, he set out for the temple, being the only place he remembered knowing Tatsuha frequented.
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Tatsuha's father was not at all impressed to see Shuichi. In fact, the two sat glaring at each other for longer than Shuichi could bear. At least the old man had called Tatsuha though. Eventually Shuichi could take it no longer and got up, heading for the door and stating that he needed a walk.
'Don't break anything.' The impertinent old man called after him.
'Don't worry, Usuegi-san. I'm pretty sure its not worth it.' Shuichi replied scathingly, just before slamming the door.
Shuichi sighed as he made his way to the pond that he had once stood at with Yuki. He remembered that day well. Yuki had told him another scrap about his past. That day, he thought that he had a bright future with Yuki. With a frown, he shook any thought of the man from his mind, focusing on the scene rather than the memory.
'Shuichi?'
He was snapped out of his dreaming as a rather worried young voice called out to him. He turned his head to see Tatsuha looking at him, eyebrows high on his forehead and his lips pulled into a worried line. Yet it lasted only for a second, as one look at Shuichi's face told him all that he needed and his face set into a knowing look.
'Where are your things?' Tatsuha asked quietly.
'Inside.' Shuichi replied just as quietly in a steely voice.
Tatsuha winced slightly at the tone that he'd never heard in Shuichi's voice. Then again, he thought, he hadn't seen the boy for at least eight months, if not more.
'Go and grab them. I'll meet you out front.'
Shuichi simply nodded, and turned away. Tatsuha sighed as he went out the front, leaning back against a sleek black car, much like his brothers', only more sporty. He tilted his head back and stared at a darkening sky, frowning. It was too hot for the sky to be turning as dark as it was now, heavy clouds laden with rain creeping across the sky.
He shrugged, not fussed about the weather. As he brought his head back down to look at the temple, he saw Shuichi making his way over with only a small bag. He frowned again, wondering that this was all he had brought, but shrugged it off, opening the car door for the young singer.
'This all you have?'
Shuichi simply nodded, looking at Tatsuha for a moment before stepping into the car, the small pack landing on the floor at his feet. Tatsuha frowned one last time before closing the door then entering the drivers side of the car and starting the engine. He checked that Shuichi was wearing his safety belt before hitting the accelerator, taking them off at a high speed. Shuichi sighed and let his head rest back, closing his eyes and soon enough, drifting into a light sleep.
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'Yuki, where are we going?' Shuichi's own voice sounded soft, distant.
'We? You are going home, to stay until I say so. I am going out.' Yuki replied in a harsh voice.
'But Yuki...' Shuichi whined.
'No. No buts. That's what I say, so that's the way it will be. Deal with it, brat.'
'But Yuki, I just--'
'No! I said no and that's final!' Yuki turned his head away from the road to look at Shuichi as he yelled.
'Yuki, look out!' Shuichi screamed in terror.
Yuki turned his head just in time to see the headlights and hear the sound of another horn. He closed his eyes as he let the inevitable impact hit, the sound of Shuichi's screams and the screech of the brakes ringing in his ears.
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'Shuichi? Shuichi!'
Tatsuha's voice sounded as Shuichi sat forward quickly, eyes flying open and his breath coming in rapid gasps. It took a moment for the young singer to calm down, but once he did, he looked over to see Tatsuha looking at him worriedly, a hand on his shoulder.
'I'm... Okay. Where are we?' Shuichi spoke quietly after a few deep breaths.
'We're at my place.' Tatsuha replied quietly.
Shuichi glanced out the window, looking at the nicely sized traditional japanese home. When Tatsuha asked if he was ready, he simply nodded, removing himself and his bag from the car. After waiting for Tatsuha to lock said car, they began walking together towards the place he would have to call home for a little while - though he was so far from his hearts' home.