I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack~! Who missed me? I certainly missed you guys!

Okay first of all, without the author's not, this chapter is exactly 888 words... Am I secretly death the kid?

Enjoy this symmetrical chapter~!


Lemonade?

A sweet scent invaded Yoite's senses, making his stomach growl slightly. But where was he? He didn't recognize this place.

And even stranger, even though he didn't notice it right away, was that he could smell the lemonade.

The blue eyed boy was in a bare room, laying on a bed that seemed to have been made and left a very long time ago.
Oddly enough there was a picture of Miharu and himself, neither was smiling, and Miharu seemed to be in the process of talking to whoever was taking the picture.

Who had taken that picture?

Yoite rolled out of the bed, landing heavily on his feet, and shakily stood in front of the picture.

Miharu...

Miharu probably had forgotten him, and even if his memories were intact, the bond that they had shared was definitely gone. Yoite's angel had only loved him because he knew he wouldn't have to deal with him forever, or at least that's what Yoite believed.

A single tear slid down Yoite's cheek as he touched a finger to the cold glass of the picture frame, surrendering himself to the eternal loneliness he always felt when Miharu wasn't with him.

But crying never solves anything.

He closed his cobalt eyes and shook his head angrily, Miharu wouldn't have wanted him to cry. Yoite decided to find out wear he was, and took one last glance at Miharu's photographed face before walking to the white door.

The dusty silver handle was hard to turn, was it disuse or just Yoite's fading strength? Yoite stopped turning the handle as a realization dawned on him, he could smell the lemonade, but the pain was gone as well! The ever present, oppressing pain and weakness seemed to have disappeared along with his lack of senses...

Did that mean he was dead? Was this hell? This lonely, dusty room with a picture of his precious Miharu?

No, it couldn't be, lemonade almost always meant Yukimi, and Yukimi had to have survived, he was to go a ninja to lie down that easily.

At first Yoite was blinded by the light streaming through a familiar one pane window of the apartment that had been the first place Yoite had ever called home.

Once cobalt blue eyes had adjusted to his bright surroundings he realized that this really was Yukimi's apartment, complete with the cursing of the blond man coming from the kitchen.

The black eyes boy turned around to the door he had just come out of, his eyes widening when he saw that now it was just an empty wall. He quickly removed himself from the proximity of the weird space, soft footsteps carrying him to the kitchen as the followed the sweet smells being admired from it.

"Yukimi-san..." Yoite said hoarsely from the doorway to the kitchen.

"Yoite!" said the writer as he walked over and awkwardly embraced his ward "You should warn me next time you plan to visit! I barely had enough time to make you lemonade!"

"Lemonade?..." the blue eyed boy said hopefully.

"Damn brat, I that all you care about?" Yukimi said jokingly, handing Yoite a hot mug and a plate with a piece cake on it.

"Thanks Yukimi..." Yoite said, taking a sip of the piping hot liquid; it was good, it had been so long since Yoite had truly been able to taste the good smelling, warm drink.

The cake was good to, with slices of strawberry sandwiched with rich, moist layers of cake, and covered with a creamy icing. Yoite had to force himself to savor it instead his usual habit of cramming it down his throat in one bite.

"Miharu made that cake for you, be sure too thank him when he gets back" Yukimi mentioned as he put the lemonade ingredients away.

Yoite choked.

Once he was able to breathe again he push Yukimi's hand away, he had been patting him on the back, and tried to talk.

"M-Miharu?... He- What?" Yoite looked as if he had just been told Miharu was pregnant with Gau's child.

"He made it earlier, said you would be hungry when you woke up"

"H-He..." Yoite was having trouble comprehending that Miharu still cared about and remembered him: this couldn't be true, could it?

His shock was broken by the very boy in question opening the door with a bag of groceries resting on his forearm.

"Miharu! Did you get everything?" Yukimi said, taking the bag from Miharu and setting it on the messy counter.

"Yeah, the store was really busy though..."

Yoite was sunk as low in his chair as possible, wishing he could just dissappear.

"Yoite!" Those desires weer bashed away as Miharu smiled happily and gave the older boy a quick hug. "How do you feel?"

Yoite brushed his thin fingers against Miharu soft cheek, reassuring himself that he wasn't hallucinating.

"Miharu... Y-you still remember me?..."

"Oh course I do Yoite! How could I ever forget you?"

The dream progressed happily with Yukimi making dinner and all three of the sitting on the couch to eat and laugh.

As Miharu gave Yoite his daily medicine he noticed that his sleeping beauty was smiling in his sleep.


Okay, was that too confusing? I'm not sure... Anyway! Tell me what you thought of it in a review! And I have a little spoiler for everyone, Yoite's going to wake in the next chapter!