Author's Note: Hello again everyone! I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who has responded (I love you people!) to and/or read the story. I'm glad I'm not the only one who's interested in my story. That being said, It's really starting to turn into something like a Soap Opera... Oh well, enjoy!

Taro and Yuki spent the whole afternoon together. First, they ate at a well known noodle place and then the two strolled around the park for a few hours. After that, Taro insisted that they go buy some strawberry pocky. By the time they were done it was dark outside.

"Woah! Look at the time! I need to get going- gramps is going to be upset," Taro exclaimed. This statement caught Yuki by suprise. They never got around to talking about Taro's family. He hadn't ever got around to imagining Taro having a family of any sort.

"You live with your grandpa?" Yuki asked curiously.

"Yes, he's the only one I have."

"Sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. I can't remember my parents anyway. I can't remember anything since the accident."

"Accident?" These words caught Yuki's attention.

"Yup. I only know what grandpa told me. I was in a car crash with my parents. They died and I ended up in a coma. I actually only woke up recently," Taro said with a smile. He didn't seem very concerned.

"How recently?" Yuki asked probing for a certain answer.

"A couple of weeks ago I guess... I havn't really kept track," Taro said thinking

back. Yuki's heart leapt. He told himself there was no way but he couldn't stop his head from thinking of the possibility.

"I'll walk you home," Yuki said quickly. He wanted to use the walk to learn more.

"That's not necessary," Taro responded quickly.

"I insist."

"Well, umm... ok," Taro caved, "but I don't know what grandpa would think of me taking a guy home. If he chases you off with a baseball bat or something it's your fault!"

"Fine," Yuki said doubting that something like that would ever happen. Taro sighed once and then headed off in the direction of his house with Yuki following behind. The more they talked the more Yuki felt like he was talking to Shuichi.

"It's this place here- I live on the second floor," Taro smiled pointing up ahead. He ran the rest of the way and only turned back when he was at the door, "Come on, hurry up!"

Yuki resisted the urge to quicken his pace forcing Taro to come back to him and yank his arm. The two of them eventually made it to the door.

"Okay, act presentable!" Taro grinned as he knocked on the door. It was only a moment before it was answered. Standing there was an old and rather bald man. He didn't look like he was remotely related to Taro. Taro waved and said with a burst of energy, "Hiya gramps!"

"You're late," He said cooly.

"I know," Taro said quickly,"I forgot to watch the time and well, I'm sorry!

Please, forgive me!"

"You're forgiven," The old man smiled at Taro and then turned his attention to Yuki. Instead of greeting the writer warmly he glared making Yuki feel a bit uneasy.

"Oh yeah. Gramps, this is Yuki. He writes romance novels! I met him on a walk awhile back," Taro explained. The old man listened but for some reason Yuki got the feeling the old man already knew this information.

"He's gay too," Taro's grandpa said shortly.

"I-I know that," Taro responded, a bit suprised that his grandpa knew this,"and there's nothing wrong with that,"

"No, I suppose there isn't," The old man said with a tone that Yuki didn't like. He continued, "but he slept with the lead singer of Bad Luck. I believe Shuichi died recently too."

"What about it?" Yuki said angrily. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going.

"Taro resembles Shuichi. I'm sure you've noticed. In fact, I think that's why you want to be around him- so you can fuck with him and pretend he's Shuichi."

"That's out of line grandpa," Taro said coming between the two of them, "Yuki would never do anything like that! He's just a friend!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes, really," Taro stated defensively. He seemed so sure of his reply but Yuki knew that Taro's grandpa was, at least, partly right. He had been thinking of Taro as a replacement for Shuichi.

"Enough," Yuki said stopping the conversation before anything else could be said, "I get it. You don't like me. I'll leave." Yuki did just that. He walked down the hall and went through the door leading to the staircase. He was down to the final step when he

heard Taro chasing after him.

"Yuki! I'm so sorry! I didn't think he'd be like that! I-" Taro said frantically. In his haste, he missed a step. Yuki responded quickly and caught Taro. Again, he couldn't help but think of Shuichi. The two felt the same. He became so sure they were the same. Taro ignored the fact that he had just fallen and continued his stream of apologies, "I'm sorry! I don't believe any of the things grandpa said! I don't think-"

"I think you're Shuichi," Yuki said seriously. Taro stopped suddenly. "You have to be. You look like him, you act like him, you talk like him, you even go crazy for strawberry pocky like him."

It was only now that Taro started to realize that Yuki had him cornered. He was pinned up against the wall and Yuki was getting closer. "Y-Yuki-" Taro started to mutter uncomfortably but he never got to finish the thought because at that moment Yuki's lips met his in a kiss.

Taro fought the kiss only for a second. Then he became absorbed in it. It just felt right. It was like he had done it a million times before and that he had just forgotten. Yuki then started to slide his hand up Taro's shirt. Taro's head suddenly cleared and with a start he pushed Yuki off of him.

"I'm not Shuichi," Taro yelled tears welling up in his eyes. Taro took one last look at Yuki and then ran upstairs. He couldn't believe he had been so willing to be Shuichi.