Yuki leaned on the doorframe to their bedroom.

"Do you have everything?" he asked.

Shuichi, who was running around the bedroom, packing his things into suitcase, nodded, "Yeah, I am almost done."

"Shirts, pants, undearwear…" Yuki started listing of things that Shuichi will need.

"Yes, yes and yes," Shuichi said.

"Shampoo, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste…" Yuki still listed.

Shuichi now couldn't help, but to roll his eyes. He had all of that, and even sneaked small box into his bag, when Yuki looked away, for later use, as he will need it soon. He turned to his blond haired lover, "Yes and I even have shoes, cap and sunglasses for disguise and my notebook, if I get inspiration for lyrics…"

Yuki raised eyebrow. It seemed, that Shuichi was prepared. Yet there still was something, "Passport?"

Shuichi leaned to Yuki and smiled, "Passport, money and some "just-in-case" pills are in the bag that I will take on board."

Than he grabbed the front of Yuki's shirt, pulled him down and planted small kiss on his lips.

"Happy now?" he asked with mischievous grin.

Yuki nodded and kissed him again. Soon after that, they ended on bed and sleeping was far from their minds.

Shuichi yawned as he walked beside Hiro through the airport.

"Long night?" Hiro asked innocently.

"Yeah, packing," Shuichi won't let Hiro have fun.

"Riiight, packing," Hiro grinned, but let it go, "Where is Yuki-san anyway?"

Shuichi sighed, "He took me to the airport, but only to the gate. He has meeting in 20 minutes and couldn't stay."

Hiro nodded.

They both meet up with the rest, and soon boarded their flight.

Once they took off, Shuichi turned to Suguru.

"Hey, Fujisaki, is Seguchi-san better?" he asked.

Suguru contemplated on ignoring him, but he knew Shuichi too well, so he decided to answer him, "Yes, he calmed down. He is just a bit depressed."

"Depressed?" Shuichi rolled the word on his tongue in confusion, "Why?"

"None of your business" Suguru snapped and stood up, "I am going to the restroom."

And with that he walked off. After that K leaned to Shuichi. He looked around, if Suguru was out of sight.

"If you really want, I will tell you," K grinned at Shuichi, who immediately nodded.

"So… it all started ten years ago," K started, "The public doesn't know it, because Tohma wanted to protect him, but he had a younger brother, named Natsuki. Ten years ago, the Nittle Grasper had went on a tour in the USA, and when they came back, the caretaker, whom Tohma hired told him, that Natsuki ran away. There was a big investigation, that was when I met Seguchi Tohma. We found out, that the man Tohma hired, his name was Tanaka Masaru, had flat full of child porn. Well, and even though, we never found Natsuki's corpse, the porn was enough to put that Tanaka guy in jail. Poor kid probably got raped by him killed. I swore to Tohma, that since I couldn't save his little brother, I will stand by him till I die…"

Shuichi was pale as a sheet after hearing the story. But Suguru was coming back, so he couldn't ask K anymore. He quickly grabbed some of his manga that he brought and pretended to read it.

"Maaan, I am tired," Hiro groaned.

They were walking towards their rooms in the hotel. The flight was long, and even though they slept on board, they still felt like shit.

"Once I get to my room, I pass out onto bed, dressed or not," Shuichi yawned.

"Same here," Suguru said.

K handed them their room keys and they retired to their rooms.

Shuichi was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. To him it seemed like just a few moments when his alarm woke him up. He blearily looked at the clock on his nightstand, which read only 5 am.

"What the…" he whispered angered, and grabbed his cell phone.

He blinked at it confusedly. It had different time displayed. He probably forgot to set it to New York time. Well, he couldn't go to sleep now, because once he was awake, he wouldn't fall back asleep. So he might as well go take and shower.

Shuichi sleepily walked to the bathroom, after grabbing his things from the bag. The shower woke him up. He was in far better mood than when he woke up.

He even started to hum as he leaned closer to the mirror, touched his own eye, quickly removing colored piece of plastic from there and quickly disposed of it in the toilet. The same went for his other eye. Shuichi blinked a few times. His own reflection stared at him, but now with forest green eyes.

"Still green as frog?" Shuichi asked noone in particular.

He reached for the box he sneaked into his bag and opened it. And then he completely froze. It was his contact lenses box, but it was completely empty. He didn't notice he ran out of lenses and now he had nothing to put on. And he already threw away his old ones.

"You have to be fucking kidding me," Shuichi started panicking.

What should he do now? He had to get new contact lenses, or he will be in trouble. But he couldn't leave the room, or others might notice. Then it hit him. The sunglasses. He will put on the sunglasses and quickly run to optic to buy new lenses. Shuichi quickly grabbed the sunglasses and ran into the streets of New York.

It took Shuichi almost two hours to finally find the optics. He asked for the brand of lenses he normally wore, but they didn't sell them here in the US.

"I am sorry, sir, there are the only purple monthly lenses with extended wear have here…" said the clerk.

Shuichi examined them, they looked pretty close to his normal ones, so he nodded, "Okay, I will take them."