It was the middle of the night a couple months later as a knock on the door was heard. Syuusuke got up from the bed. As he pulled the sheets back over Yuuta. He went over and answered the door only to find Yuushi standing there.
"Yuushi, what brings you here?" he asked tiredly, eyes squinting from the light of the dorm corridor.
"Taichou ordered me to come and get you. The prince has been asking for you."
Syuusuke looked at Yuushi. He did have to admit, he missed the prince as well. It had seemed like forever on earth, but it must have only felt like a few days up in heaven. But something seemed off, like something wasn't told yet.
"There's more..." Yuushi removed his glasses, his eyes narrowing some. "Intel from the petenshi indicates that in two months an invasion will begin. We need all the help we can get."
Syuusuke looked over knowingly at the sleeping Yuuta. His eyes glistened with unspilled tears.
"He can't come, can he?" The question was soft.
"It would be too dangerous. You'll have to seal him... and the memories."
A bottle was held out to the brunet as he took it hesitantly. Yuushi was right as always; Yuuta was too new. He didn't know how to fight. The least Syuusuke could do was leave him in peace. He opened the bottle and put some of the potion into his mouth as sat up the still sleeping Yuuta. He pressed his lips against the younger boy's as the liquid moved from Syuusuke's mouth to Yuuta's and was swallowed. Syuusuke felt the wings melt into Yuuta's back as his body went limp in Syuusuke's arms. He wanted to cry out as he held the boy but remained silent, tears rolling down his own pale cheeks.
The young angel laid Yuuta back on the bed and gave him one last kiss on the cheek as he walked out the door with a heavy heart.
Yuuta awoke the next morning, his back and head both killing him. He slowly sat up, sitting on the bed. He looked over at the empty half of the room.
It appeared his supposed roommate never showed. Oh well. He didn't mind having the dorm to himself. As he walked over to the bathroom, something caught his eye.
A blue hair iron was lying by the sink.
Yuuta stared at it for a moment, a tear rolling down his cheek. He suddenly felt empty, lonely, and… scared.
Something wasn't right, something was missing. He laid a shaky hand on the hair iron and picked it up, slowly holding it to his chest. Why did his heart hurt so much and why did this one appliance cause it?
Suddenly everything went black as Yuuta fell to the floor.
Fuji walked down the street. The wind blew through his honey brown hair as he looked over his shoulder at the younger boy who was trailing behind.
"Come on Yuuta we're going to be late."
The younger boy sped up to catch up with him.
"I'm coming, aniki."