'So, this door leads to my room... Which I'm cleaning tomorrow so you can't see it right now...'

Tatsuha was saying to Shuichi, chuckling softly as he scratched the back of his head and held the door closed. He was giving Shuichi a small tour of the place, though there really wasn't that much to see. Being that Shuichi looked like he was curious to see the room, Tatsuha took him to a door across from his own and opened it.

'And of course, this will be your room for the time being. The bathroom is close so...'

The bathroom was certainly close, as it was right between their rooms, where the hallway ended. Glancing into the room, Shuichi had to admit he was impressed. He had a large four-poster bed, wardrobe, dresser, a table with a T.V, and even a small desk with a laptop placed upon it. He glanced at Tatsuha and noticed the man looking a little nervous. Oh, he was probably wanting to know if it was good or bad, shuichi thought.

'It's great Tatsuha. I'm grateful for you taking me in.' Shuichi spoke softly, though without any of his old cheer or enthusiasm.

'You don't have to thank me, Shu-chan. There's no way I couldn't do this for you.'

Tatsuha replied with a small smile. Sometimes, he wondered why people would ever want to hurt Shuichi. The young singer was most beautiful when he was happy and bouncy. But what he most couldn't figure out, was why his brother would want to ruin that.

When Shuichi didn't reply, only stared at his feet, Tatsuha sighed softly.

'Put your things down and come with me. Dinner should be almost ready.'

Shuichi nodded and put his bag in the room, following Tatsuha to the kitchen, where they sat and waited for the delivery to arrive - Tatsuha had ordered dinner to be delivered while Shuichi had slept in the car.

- - -

'That was good, Tatsuha. Thank you.'

Shuichi said softly, wiping his mouth and sitting back. They'd just finished dinner, which had contained all the good and yummy things that a meal should, despite being fast food. Now, both males were full, leaning back in their chairs.

'It's not a problem. Though I will ask you to follow me with the cups.'

Tatsuha replied with a grin as he stacked the plates and empty take-out containers in both hands. Shuichi nodded slightly and stood up, placing his cup inside of Tatsuha's and following. He hadn't even got to the kitchen when he heard the soft tone of Tatsuha's cell phone ringing.

'Shuichi, could you just grab that for me?'

Tatsuha called from the kitchen. By the sounds of it, he was struggling with the plates that he'd carried in, and the plates that had already been stacked up. Shuichi didn't worry about answering him, simply reaching for the phone. His biggest mistake, however, was not looking to see who was calling. So he simply answered the phone in a flat voice.

'Hello, Tatsuha's phone.'

If there was anything Shuichi knew of that one could breathe in and have their insides turn ice cold then liquify, he would swear that Tatsuha had just drugged him with it, as the shocked voice on the other end of the line answered. He didn't even hear the words, besides his own name. His mind just kept repeating the same name... Eiri Yuki.

'Shuichi, did you-'

Tatsuha spoke as he came around the corner, wiping his hands on a hand towel. He broke off mid-sentence, however, as he saw Shuichi holding his cell, eyes wide in shock, with his brothers' voice coming from the other end of the phone. Tatsuha paused for a moment, then frowned and stepped forward, slipping the phone away from Shuichi and hanging it up in one hit.

'Come on, Shuichi.'

Tatsuha led the shocked male toward his bedroom, then sat him on his own bed before turning to look through his drawer. After about two minutes, he stood and held a black pair of pyjamas up.

'I think these will fit you. Why don't you try them on? ...Shu?'

Tatsuha spoke as he had his back turned, then spoke the young singers' nick name quietly as he turned around to see Shuichi laying on his back, eyes closed. Tatsuha couldn't help a slight smile as he realised that he was asleep. He stared for a few moments, then came to his senses and began to change him from his dirty clothes into the clean and soft pyjamas.

'Poor Shuichi... He must be so exhausted...'

Tatsuha whispered to himself, lifting the small male into his arms to move him further up onto the bed. Tatsuha went as far as to put Shuichi underneath the covers before he moved to leave, planning on taking the guest bedroom for the night. He'd just kissed Shuichi's forehead and whispered goodnight before turning away, when he felt a hand grip his wrist tightly, holding him back. Confused, he glanced back at Shuichi.

'Don't leave... Please... Stay...'

Shuichi murmured in his sleep, his grip on Tatsuha's wrist strong.

Tatsuha was confused for a second, then he smiled and voiced his agreement. Shuichi's grip still only relaxed as he climbed into the bed beside the man, putting his arm over Shuichi so the young male wouldn't be strained by the grip he had on Tatsuha's wrist.

'Goodnight, Shuichi. Sweet dreams, and let us all hope they be without a certain novelist.'

Shuichi made a soft noise, his grip on Tatsuha's wrist never loosening for even a second. The black haired male only smiled lightly, laying his own head on a single pillow, as he'd given Shuichi the other three of his. It wasn't too long before his eyes closed and he drifted into a light sleep.