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Wrenched Apart

Chapter two

Hollow emotions

After a long day full of practise, Shuichi could finally head off home. He hoped Yuki wasn't still mad about the night before. He ran home, wanting to give Yuki a hug. He reached the apartment and ran up all the stairs to the very top floor, heading to Yuki's apartment. He stopped still, as he saw some of his stuff in suitcases and boxes outside the door. He walked into the apartment, confused. He saw Yuki with a box in his arms. He threw it to the door.

"What's going on? Yuki? Why is my stuff-?" Shuichi started asking.

"You're moving out," Yuki cut in. Shuichi's eyes widened.

"WHAT? Why? What did I do? Was this about last night, because I am really so-," Shuichi started yapping.

"No. Now, get your stuff and leave. I'll even drive you to wherever you used to live," Yuki said coldly. Shuichi's eyes welled up. He could not understand what was happening. Why was Yuki suddenly chucking him out? He had not done anything wrong. In fact, the last few months had been great; very little squabbles and a lot of great moments. Yuki walked into his room and brought out a few more things, walking past Shuichi as if he was not there and put it with the pile outside.

"But…why?" Shuichi asked in a small high-pitched voice.

"I'm breaking up with you, now start moving your stuff downstairs and into my car," Yuki said unsympathetically.

Shuichi started shaking and fell to the floor in a heap. His eyes filled up with tears and they soon fell down his face. He sat there, frozen in his shock and sorrow. Yuki ignored him and managed to get everything into his car himself. He returned to his apartment and stood in front of Shuichi.

"Shuichi. Move," Yuki ordered. Shuichi slowly stood up and followed Yuki listlessly out of the apartment. His face was down and his eyes seemed to have lost their usual sparkle. They did not speak in the elevator, nor did they speak in the car. The journey seemed to be the longest journey in the world. None of them spoke and Yuki did not have the radio on, for he disliked the rubbish that was spoken on it. So an awkward silence surrounded the car. Shuichi sat there, hunched over and staring ahead of him at nothing in particular. His mind was blank. Yuki had asked him before where he wanted to go and Shuichi had murmured something about Hiro and so, Yuki pulled up at Hiro's apartment. He got out and started unloading Shuichi's stuff, placing it in front of Hiro's house. Finally, he waited for Shuichi to crawl out of the car. He then got back in and drove off, back to his apartment.

Shuichi melancholically walked towards Hiro's door and rang the bell. He waited for Hiro to open the door. Hiro opened it and stared at him, confused. He noticed all of his stuff lying around the front of his house and had a strange feeling.

"Shuichi…what's going on?" Hiro asked. Shuichi did not reply at first, just stared at his feet. Hiro sighed and gestured for him to enter. Hiro brought in all of his stuff as Shuichi sat in the living room of Hiro's small house. Once Hiro had brought everything in, he sat down opposite Shuichi, looking worried.

"What is the matter, Shuichi? What' happened?" Hiro asked. Shuichi sniffed.

"…Yuki dumped me and threw me out," Shuichi whispered. Hiro's eyes widened and he blinked a few times.

"Why?" Hiro questioned. Shuichi shook his head in answer. Hiro sighed. "Don't worry, Shuichi. You can stay here as long as you like. I have a spare bedroom." Shuichi nodded in thanks. Hiro stood up and walked into the kitchen. He started to make tea, knowing that Shuichi had probably not eaten. He made Shuichi's favourite food and served it out onto two plates. He brought them into the living room and handed a plate to Shuichi. Shuichi nodded his thanks and started eating the food, albeit very slowly. Memories of his time with Yuki flooded through his brain. The food tasted bland; despite it being his favourite, it had lost its taste and reminded him terribly of when Yuki would specially make this for him.

Once he had finished, Hiro took their plates into the kitchen and cleaned them up. As he did so, he heard a sound of sobbing. Shuichi had let himself go, not caring to keep it inside of himself anymore. Hiro finished up and walked back into the living room. He knelt in front of Shuichi with caring eyes.

"Shuichi, if you need a shoulder to cry on, I am here for you," Hiro whispered. Shuichi, whose face was wet with tears and scrunched up so, nodded. He fell onto Hiro, sobbing into his shoulder. He could always count on Hiro being there for him. Hiro was a great friend to him. He was always there for him, whenever things were not going well and he needed a shoulder. Shuichi sat back onto the couch and stared ahead of him at nothing in particular. Hiro shook his head and walked into the kitchen, bringing back a packet of strawberry pocky. He handed Shuichi the packet, hoping he would be comforted by the sweet sticks. Shuichi put one stick into his mouth and it stayed there for a while. He sat there, pocky in mouth, not really caring for the stick of sugary goodness.

"I…I…I CAN'T TAKE IT! Why? Why did he just dump me? Without a reason? I…I…didn't do anything! Everything was going great…I want Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," Shuichi cried out, falling to the floor onto his hands and knees.

Author's note: Yeah…these chapters are probably looking a bit short. Gomen ne! Just leaving it at a decent part and all. :3