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Chap 2: "Always by your side"
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The next day, Shuichi missed band practice for the first time ever. Despite being asked by Tohma, and threatened with a gun by their manager, Hiroshi remained closed-lipped.
Afterward Tohma took him to the side. "Do you know if Shindou-san and Yuki went somewhere, perhaps a secret vacation?"
"I didn't hear anything about it when Shu and I talked yesterday."
"Ah so you do know why Shindou-san didn't attend practice" the short CEO stated.
He knew no more about Yuki's whereabouts than Shuichi, Hiro noticed. "He didn't mention anything, but I'll call him when I leave."
With a slight furrow of his brows Tohma pressed on, "And you don't know anything about Yuki going anywhere alone perhaps?"
"How would I know? He and I were never friends. I don't keep tabs on his daily life." He said with a bored yawn.
"Indeed. Well, thank you for your time Nakano-san."
Hiroshi nodded, and they parted ways.
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"Shu I thought you were sleeping" Hiro said after setting down his guitar.
Silently Shuichi shook his head, changing the TV channel. His eyes were red, and new tear streaks were evident on his cheeks, along with upon the shirt Hiroshi let him borrow.
The guitarist didn't need to look at the screen to see his friend was lost in his own mind.
"Prevision Mâcon..." a woman said. If he was right, his friend had a French channel on, "Weather I guess" he mumbled turning it off.
"Shu I went to the store, you should eat something" he then walked to the kitchen, and put away groceries. When he returned to the living room violet despair sunk into his bones.
He never saw Shuichi so broken. Sitting, he wrapped his arms tightly around his pal. It hurt to see him in such a state. It seemed as if that beautiful smile would never return.
Without explanation he went back to his car to get a few cloth bags containing Shuichi's clothes, and possessions he retrieved from the damnable author's apartment. The door was locked, presumably by Tohma, but with little difficulty he used a paperclip to open it.
Reentering his home Hiroshi smelled what could only be characterized as "Shuichi's cooking". Pink hair swayed as he transitioned between the stove, and washing dishes in the sink. Now he was absorbed by this.
"At least it's better than something he can't understand."
Though the flame was too high the edible food was done cooking quickly. In a robotic state Shuichi set dishes, and equal servings for the two of them on the coffee table, then as a second thought added more to Hiro's, he was accustomed to such servings with Yuki.
Hiro didn't mention it, setting four bags beside the couch.
"I'll move back in at my old place tomorrow I guess."
"I won't let you do that to yourself Shu. Stay here, it's big enough." He offered a smile, "Even for the two of us."
Tears streamed down his friend's face as he drank Yuzushu.
Hiro unhappily began to eat a favorite of his best friend's creations- Soba topped with hot honey.
Shuichi barely nibbled at it.
Nothing tasted right today.
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End of chap 2
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