Several hours after Nowaki had left the apartment Hiroki had arrived home. He had seen the quiet and somewhat lonely space and thought Nowaki had fallen asleep in the bed they shared for so many nights due to the somewhat late hour, but unfortunately that was not the case.

He walked into the cinnamon smelling room and kicked off his brown loafers seconds before he saw a small line-paper note on the small table that still smelled like the coffee from the morning's accident. The brunette-haired man quickly paced over the teak table and fell to his knees as he read the note. 'It's over' replayed over and over in his mind as tears fell from his dark nutmeg eyes.

"What the hell does he mean by that?" Hiroki questioned himself as his arms wrapped around his sides and constricted tightly around himself, trying to figure out everything in the small cloud of confusion.

Hiroki's body fell to the floor as he wrapped up into a tight ball and his breath raspy before many tears rode down his rosy cheeks. Hiroki held the note in his hands, crumpling it with the angered and hurt emotions that defiled his thoughts at the moment. He soon fell asleep with his tears dried to his smooth, ivory face and his heart broken into a trillion sharp and jaded edges.

The next morning Hiroki awoke to a warm hand caressing his stubbly and rough chin as the morning sun poured through the living room window, casting a gentle and unwelcomed glow into his gloomy and depressive presence. The amber-colored man moaned tiredly in response to a pair of rough and dry lips brushing against his own soft and pink ones. He slowly opened his eyes and felt more tears come forwards as he saw a man with dark hair and large warm hands held on to his cheeks.

"No…wa…ki…" Hiroki mumbled as he felt the warm hands press deeply down on his chest and pressed lightly on to the translucent buttons of his shirt.

"Try again, my sweet honey!" Miyagi laughed as he stood up from the floor and brushed off the wrinkles of his pants with a light sigh.

"Why the hell are you in my home?" Hiroki roared as he finally came to his senses that the rough lips he was kissing were his superiors.

"I'm here since someone decided not to come into work today and being the loving boss that I am I called you and got no answer, and I didn't just call once, I called several times just to let you know! So after an hour of debating whether to come I finally decided and came to your home, only to find you passed out on the floor." Miyagi explained as he looked at his rough underling with sad and distracted eyes.

"Well now that you know I'm fine please leave; I don't want to be around anyone right now." Hiroki whispered in a low mumble as he stood up and turned his back to Miyagi. He walked into the kitchen and stumbled over to the small cabinet he kept the expensive liquor in, deciding to drown his sorrows and become numb from the inside out.

"Why? Did something happen between you and that doctor?" the perverted elder asked as he looked to the floor and saw a crumpled piece of paper with smudges of black ink and blue ink from the pre-printed lining that had run.

"No, now as I said before: please leave!" Hiroki shouted as he grabbed a large brandy glass and a beautiful crystal decanter filled with an amber-colored alcohol, filling the glass with an excessive amount of the amber liquid that held a rather heavy and overpowering scent to it.

"Kamijou, I can't let you sit here on your ass and get drunk! I'm a friend so please tell me what happened." Miyagi shouted into the quite room and frowned as he saw Hiroki's palms down on the small counter and his head hung low in despair.

"What ever happened has happened, so please leave!" Hiroki spoke through a depressive tone as he took a large gulp of the brandy that slightly burned as it smoothly slid down his pink and scratchy throat.

"Fine, don't talk to me now, Kamijou! But when you do wanna talk I'll listen. You need someone on your side now and then." Miyagi calmly spoke before a sigh fell out of him. The elder man walked to the entry door and put on his shoes, looking back as he saw Hiroki sit down on his pearl-white sofa with the drink in his left hand and his right hand rested on his forehead.

"Kamijou, don't bottle everything up. You need to cry out to someone, or you'll be devoured by the darkness." Miyagi whispered in a low voice as he opened, stepped through and then closed the apartment's metal door lightly. His footsteps echoed as he walked down the hall. Hiroki sipped at the large glass and frowned as the reality of his biggest fear had come true: the person he loved most had left him alone and broken.

Several days Later:
Hiroki heard a knock at his door and somewhere in his heart knew it had to be his lover, Nowaki. He got off the couch and wobbled as he stumbled over to the silver metal door. He looked at the man in doorway and fell to his knees
*To Be Continued*
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