The Gun and the Guitar – Part 3

Chapter 8: Thinking of You

K had been sure to sneak them out of the hospital so Hiro didn't get bothered by the reporters again. He'd hailed them a cab and returned to NG where the whole gang anxiously awaited them. They heard the news, everyone did, and when they entered the lobby of the building the people there gave Hiro a round of applause.

But Hiroshi waved them off and blushed. It wasn't a big deal, so he'd found a baby; did that really make him a hero?

K explained they'd only come by quickly to tell the band that they could take the rest of day off. Plus, he needed a private word with Sakano, because he knew they had to figure out how they were going to deal with the media. He didn't want Hiroshi to overhear.

Shuichi was pleased to hear he had the rest of the day off and Suguru didn't seem bothered. Instead they both jumped on Hiro to ask him questions of his ordeal. Hiro didn't mind explaining to his friends about what happened.

"How awful," Shuichi murmured sadly. "I watched you make your statement on television…Hiro, you were so cool!"

Hiro looked away bashfully.

K and Sakano came into the studio.

"You should see the traffic on Bad Luck's webpage; there are already tons of comments for Hiroshi there. Your fans consider you national hero. I've been getting a lot of phone calls," Sakano mentioned but was interrupted by yet another phone call. He held up his finger as if to excuse himself.

Hiro caught the producer glance at him as he answered the phone. He groaned when he heard something about a morning news show.

"I can't deal with this anymore today…K, please, let's just go get Michael," Hiro pleaded to his husband. K nodded at him.

They went to pick up the third Winchester and headed home.

For two men that had managed to dodge the press all this time, leaving them wondering about their relationship, certainly found novel bait that brought them to their front lawn by the double now. By the time they got home there were a slew of reporters outside their house, waiting.

"Shit, they're here already," Hiro groaned, "This whole thing has started a circus."

"Well, it's a big deal to most people and a huge scoop for the press. You're famous and you've rescued an abandoned child that otherwise would have froze to death. The whole thing reeks of drama, Hiroshi, its natural," the blonde explained.

"Daddy, are we going to be on television?" Michael wondered from the backseat, peering over at the people on the front lawn.

"Michael, I want you to stay out of this. I'll make sure no one will bother you," K assured.

"Claude, what are you going to do…please, no lasers from the sky," begged Hiro.

"I gave up on those lasers a long time ago, Hiro." K gave a weak laugh, remembering the numerous messes he'd made with them in the past. "Maybe you should just give a press conference…well, on the lawn that is," he said calmly.

"What?!"

"Well, think about the publicity this is for Bad Luck, and it's a good deed, it's not like they caught us with our pants down or anything." K paused to laugh at his own joke. "Really Hiro, go show them the proud person you are for saving that kid today, you deserve it."

"Well I guess, but after I let them drill me for questions, I hope they leave us alone then," the guitarist stated optimistically.

K didn't answer that, the world known as "the press" was a manifestation of creatures that roamed the red streets of hell that he was sure of. But at least Hiro would get some well deserved recognition and gain a few popularity points. K knew Hiro didn't like to use these sorts of tactics for Bad Luck, but screw it! This was golden and K wasn't going to let his husband's modesty and pride get in the way.

Hiro stepped out of the car and let the press corner him. He answered their questions and gave them information that made them gasp. Hiro talked for about twenty minutes and soon K joined him—after taking Michael indoors and closing the curtains.

But the line of questions began to stray from the abandoned child, to nosier questions about Hiro's living arrangements and his relationship again. The cameras were then aimed at both of them.

Hiro felt unsure what to say, he looked at K like an answer would prevail itself. Hiro knew that he said he didn't care anymore, but, he wasn't about to make his home a joke for all of Japan either. What if the press went crazy with it and made their lives miserable? Suddenly Hiro thought of Shuichi…the press found out about him and Yuki, they hounded them for a while, but it faded. Wait…a joke?! Hiro couldn't believe he'd even thought that! His life was far from a joke…

"Yes, I live with K and his son," Hiro stated, spotting his brother and Michael peeking out from behind the curtain upstairs.

"Rumour has it you two are lovers, but you've never disclosed if that is true. Is it?" asked a young woman.

Once more Hiro glanced at K and then back to the reporter. "It is true," Hiro finally admitted.

The press began to chatter now with loads of new-fangled questions.

"There is a ring on your finger, can you explain that?" questioned a hip looking young man holding a JMT microphone, it stood for Japan Music Television.

"Yes, it's a wedding band," Hiro revealed.

"And how does that impact your fan base? Don't you fear that what kind of message your sending?"

Hiro made a face of displeasure. "Tsk, the only message it sends, is that, as a person we're free to love who ever we want regardless of gender—no one has a right to deny that. Bad Luck fans won't let us down," he claimed confidently.

"Do you and Shindou Shuichi share domestic secrets?"

"Does this house belong to you?"

"Isn't your husband a lot older than you…wasn't he married previously to a Hollywood star?"

"How have your parents reacted…have they disowned you?"

That's when Hiro held up his hand, irritated by shameless line of questions. "I think I've answered enough enquiries, goodnight."

The press, of course, wanted to hear more. But Hiro shoved past them, but realized K wasn't with him. He turned around and saw that the reporters now had him cornered. Bad idea thought Hiro and watched as K pulled a grenade out his pocket. Those reporters never learn.

"I think everyone has said enough this evening, don't you think? Now get out of here," K muttered casually to the reporters. He began to count to ten. The reporter's eyes widened and they scurried off when K threatened to pull the pin. He waited until everyone got into their vehicles and drove off. He turned back to Hiro and smiled.

"There angel, see, they are all gone, I'd say that was record time too." K checked his watch and stopped the timer and snorted. "Twenty seconds!"

Hiro shook his head at his crazy husband, but he had to admit, K had a way with getting rid of reporters. "And you didn't even have to pull out your gun," he remarked.


The first thing K did was turn off the phone ringers, just for tonight. Yuji had made dinner, but it was a quiet event. Michael ate quickly and had gone to his room to play a video game. K ate a little slower than usual, glancing at Hiro from time to time. And Hiro picked at his food, thinking. Yuji was the only one that talked, he told them he'd found a new place and was going to move out by the end of the week. Not a day went by where he didn't tease Hiro about his fetish for schoolgirl costumes. But Hiro didn't have the heart to tell him that the costume had once belonged to K. He gave his brother a smile at his news. It wasn't that he didn't love the man but it would be nice to have his space back.

Afterwards, Hiro disappeared to his bedroom seeking solitude. He perched himself on the bay window and plucked at his guitar softly. Once alone, he felt his eyes prick with hot tears that wanted to come out. But they wouldn't come yet…he felt kind of numb. He thought of what happened earlier today…how recklessly life could be tossed away. He let his mind drift over a whirlwind of thoughts for hours before K came into the room.

"Are you alright?" K asked from the doorway. "A lot has happened today, do you need anything? I could make you tea, or warm milk…do you need a blanket?"

Hiro gave a tiny wry smile. "No," he whispered.

"Are you upset about telling the press about us?"

Hiroshi paused playing and looked over at K who stood with his hands in his jean pockets, his feet bare. His aura teemed with concern. "I'm not ashamed of us, so, I wasn't going to lie. But I am worried people might make fun of us I guess. You're my family now…I don't want people to disrespect you or Michael." Hiro sighed heavily. He stared down at his guitar, his heart burdened.

K made an annoyed sound with his tongue. "It's not so uncommon, two men living together anymore, so fuck them. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks."

"Yeah, but...what about Michael?"

"He's a tough kid Hiroshi; you know that more than anyone. What doesn't bring him down only makes him stronger. He doesn't seem phased by us living together…so everyone else can live with it too." K softened, "I admired your honesty and strength today—truly I did. Today, you were my hero. "

Hiroshi's head shot up again and he studied his partner's disquieted blue eyes. He questioned softly, "So you're not mad at me for saying the truth?"

"Why would I be mad? Because of Bad Luck? This'll all blow over and the media will find some fresh meat," K told Hiro.

"That's true," Hiro agreed. He had also been wondering—after that promise he made to the media—how he'd go about making sure that child found a good home. All he really wanted was to make sure that child got the proper care she deserved. He just wanted to be a part of that.

K went over and sat next to Hiro, he pet a soothing hand over his hair. "I can tell you have tornados swirling around in that head of yours. Don't try to solve everything tonight. Forget those reporters, forget about any perils for Bad Luck, that's my job," he claimed, glancing out the window and down at the street below. It was dark now and only a soft orange glow from the street lamp offered light. He didn't see any reporters and the neighbourhood seemed quiet, there was only a couple walking by with their dog.

Smiling at K, Hiro said, "Don't worry everything is ok."

"Good, you know, for a minute there today, I thought you were going to make me a dad again," K quipped and chuckled until he saw Hiro's smile vanish. Opps...

Hiro didn't say anything to that comment, what could he say? He wasn't sure about things himself. All he knew was that he was a young man with a lot of love to give. But he also knew it wouldn't be fair to K; maybe he didn't want more family. Did he have that right to demand it of K, Hiro didn't think so. He had to be realistic here; he knew what he was walking into when he got married to an older man. Damn, why did life have to be so confusing?! And why was he bothering to worry about this topic all the sudden? He had K and Michael—he had a career to think about, and the upcoming Grammy's.

"Hiroshi…sometimes I speak before I think. I shouldn't have said that. I don't know one day, if you really, really want it…I won't deny you fatherhood," K spoke softly. "It's the best feeling in the world..." He ran a fingertip down the bridge of Hiro's nose and over his lips. Then he cupped Hiro's chin to make the brunette look up at him. "Ok?"

Hiro stared into K's eyes, searching, wondering if he'd heard that right. He couldn't help it, a tear leaked out from the corner of his eye. He couldn't hide the pain he felt in front of a man that loved him so much…a man he trusted more than anyone. Hiro needed K's console, he wanted to surrender. "My chest hurts when I think about today…it's like all this time I've been going around blindly while all these horrible things are happening…how can people be so cruel?" Hiro murmured, lips trembling, still watching K's eyes as his filled with more tears.

"That's it, let it all out," K soothed, still holding Hiro's face up. He wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, "Tell me everything that's making you sad."

"Maybe I'm just a bleeding heart, but it's like nothing seems the same anymore. What is the point to everything? Life just seems more precious and we take it for granted. What if I was meant to find her? What does that mean…it scares me," Hiro said letting all his fears and anxieties out.

"Mmmhmm, it is scary," K said sympathetically, he leaned in to kiss over Hiro's wet cheeks, over his bloodshot eyes lovingly. "Did you understand what I said about fatherhood?"

"Yeah…" Hiro breathed, his eyes still closed as K kissed over them, "I needed to hear that more than you know."

"I think I can understand," K murmured. He watched as Hiro opened his watery grey eyes, "You know you're so beautiful when you cry..."

That made Hiro huff, tears still falling. He didn't care.

K let go of Hiro's chin and gathered him into a warm hug. He let his man cry until he was finished, until all the pain of the day washed out. "Come on, it's late, let's get comfortable and snuggle under the covers," the blonde offered genuinely and he didn't mean hanky-panky.

"Ok," Hiro mumbled quietly and set his guitar to the side. He stood and began to undress.

"Halt!" K demanded and shut the curtains quickly. "Those reporters would pee in their pants if they saw you like that." He chuckled.

Hiro gave a tiny smirk then, he chuckled faintly. "Thanks. I'm just a bit out of it."

K urged Hiro closer and began to undress him himself, "Just let me take care of you tonight then."

K could be so sweet sometimes, Hiro thought. He really knew how to make him feel better. But Hiro still had worries. "Tomorrow's going to be worse," he stated as K loosened his belt.

But K reached up and put a finger to his lips, "Sshh, forget about it, let me deal with that. You're not allowed to stress, it makes for yucky guitar playing," K insisted, letting Hiro's pants drop to the floor.

Amused a little, Hiro stood there watching K as he sat on the window seat, motioning for him to lift his foot, Hiro obliged and lifted each foot to allow K to remove his socks. He stood there naked now. He could feel K looking him over in one of those quiet thoughtful ways of his.

"You know...at moments like this I still can't believe you said yes when I asked you to marry me. It was such a spontaneous thing on my part—I may be older than you but you are years ahead of me, Hiroshi. I mean that in a good way...you're an incredible person. I'm so fortunate," K said wistfully.

Hiro didn't know what to say. K wrapped his arms around his waist, resting his cheek against his lower belly and hugged him. He tried to say the right words, "Claude...it's a moment like this that reminds me why I did say yes. You're so good to me...I'm the one that's fortunate." He held K's head to him, petting over his hair, enjoying the sweet way in which they embraced.

It was such a perfect moment, until, Hiro's stomach growled, making them giggle.

"Oh, I hear your tummy talking." K looked up then, "Are you hungry? I did notice that you were only picking at your food tonight."

"A little bit," Hiro admitted.

K got to his feet, "I'll go get you something. What would you like, something sweet, savoury, or maybe something warm? Like a bowl of noodles, mmm, or how about those rice thingies we have left in the fridge, onigiri was it?"

Hiro chortled. "Actually..." he blinked sheepishly as if he were asking too much, "Could you make me one of your sandwiches. You know the ones with tomatoes and lettuce, I kind of like the cheeses you put on it and that spread stuff...I can't remember how to say it English..."

"Mayonnaise?"

"Yes," Hiro nodded happily, "My mother never bought cheese and never used mayon-ize, err, mayo-stuff, and it's great."

K couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. It was amusing that even if he was the foreigner here in this country, Hiroshi was a foreigner to Western food. "So you do like some of the things I make after all. I thought you complained my 'American food' would make you fat and clog your arteries? Moderation...that's all it is," K explained easily.

Hiro wore a droll face. 'Moderation' to K was wolfing down three sandwiches, whole containers of takoyaki, or, Michael and his leftovers. He had no idea where K put it all. "Ok, so I've learned to like a few things. But I like how your sandwiches taste. I've tried to copy them, but they never taste the same..."

"That's because I have a secret ingredient." K nodded craftily.

Hiro's eyebrow perked up. "Can't you share it with me?"

"Hmm...I dunno. Its top secret, but since you're such a sweet guy, maybe I can share just this once," K said playfully, he leaned over and whispered his secret.

"Garlic?" Hiro spoke out loud.

"You see, I tell you and you blabbed it already."

Hiro rolled his eyes.

"Yep, that's all there is too it. You just rub a piece of garlic over the toasted bread and it brings your sandwich to life!"

Hiro's tummy complained again. "This is such bad naked...there are something things you just shouldn't do naked," he moaned and placed a hand on his stomach as if to make it stop growling.

K headed for the door, tittering from Hiro's protest, "Nah, there's no such thing as bad naked for you...everything you do naked is hot Mr. Winchester."

Hiro rolled his eyes again.

'Hey, at least I didn't call you Mrs..."

Hiro gaped and threw a window cushion in K's direction. But the man was already headed down the stairs snickering as he went.


The press was still hot on Hiro's tail for several days. Everyone in Bad Luck found themselves undercover and dodging nosey reporters and fans. Hiro got the worst of it...Sakano and K talked him into appearing on a late night program, where they talked to him about his ordeal, but the band got to play at the end of the show. He was beginning to feel like an activist in some ways, as if reminding the general public how wrong it was to give birth to unwanted children. As if he was some spokesperson for safe sex! Guh!

He wanted it all to go away.

It was getting over done, magazines ate up the news, fans thought he was a hero, they even gushed about how hot his 'American lover' was. Didn't he say he was married? K wasn't just a lover, like some kind of cheap affair. The drama, the hype was grating on the nerves. He couldn't go anywhere without being noticed...it was like he had no privacy at all.

But the one place that was closest to private was NG. At least at work he could breathe a little. Today he was sitting in the conference room as Sakano discussed their itinerary for the upcoming Grammy trip in New York.

The award show was only a month away but Christmas and New Years was even closer.

"We'll be on a tight schedule, we have a load of interviews, one photo shoot and here is your copy of the Grammy programme..."

Sakano's voice faded away as Hiro drew lazy circles with his finger on the smooth lacquered table top. He was craving a cigarette, but, he hadn't had one since he said he gave them up...still, the desire for one came now and again. Although, he was no where near as bad as K was, actually, and Hiro blushed at the thought, he found he sated his cravings with sex. So unlike K... He smirked faintly as he placed his chin in his hand, gazing off in space, finally finding a moment to relax. Poor K, he didn't know what hit him lately. Hiro snickered serenely to himself, totally unaware that everyone was watching him. His thoughts moved onto Christmas, a holiday he hardly concerned himself with in the past. In Japan, New Years is what mattered most. But Michael was literally going ballistic. K told him American's take Christmas very seriously. After getting the lowdown about how this worked, Hiro realized they were all to buy gifts for each other. And since Michael was a kid, he'd get a lot of presents from a make-believe jolly round man called Santa Claus. K also mentioned that Judy would be taking Michael just after the twenty-fifth, and she would keep him for an extended vacation till mid January. Michael would miss a few weeks of school, but his teacher had promised to give him the work for the time off. This way he wouldn't fall behind.

Vaguely Sakano's voice rambled on as Hiro focused on presents. He already knew what he was going to get Michael. But he needed an idea for K, hmm. What does one get a man like that? Guns? No... Jewellery? Hell no... It wasn't like he didn't have the funds, and he wanted to get K something that would make his jaw drop, something cool. He'd have to think about it, the right gift would come to mind...he yawned and wondered if K would come back soon. Maybe he could pounce his hubby in his office today.

"Earth to Hiro...hell-o?"

"Eh?" Hiro sounded, casting uninterested eyes at the group.

"Did you even hear what we were just talking about?" Shuichi asked his friend irritatingly, nudging him with his elbow. He'd totally cut off Sakano's explanation about who would be performing at the Grammy's.

"Uh, yeah sure," Hiro lied and sat up straight in his chair, glaring at Shuichi's intrusion all of the sudden.

"Can you please stop day dreaming about our manager for one second?" the vocalist jeered, seeming oddly agitated.

Hiro gaped at Shuichi and hollered, "I'm not, dumbass!"

"Brainer!"

The guitarist was miffed now. Sakano and Suguru stood nearby wearing puzzled faces as Hiro and Shuichi sat fuming at each other.

"Man, WHAT is up your ass today?" Hiro demanded, feeling the brunt of Shuichi's 'problem'.

"Waa! Yuki got a call last night and now he's acting sorta funny! He wouldn't tell me who it was and he seemed mad at me. Me! He went into his bedroom and slammed the door after the phone call and locked me out...I had to sleep on the couch," Shuichi moaned.

Hiro was surprised Shuichi had held this in all morning. He seemed a little fidgety but that was nothing unusual. "Acting funny? Maybe it was an annoying telemarketer...you know they call my place at dinner time and K gets on the phone and tells them--This call is being recorded for official police business, please state your name and address and we'll get—"

"Hiro! It wasn't a telemarketer I'm sure of it," Shuichi insisted, thumping his forehead to the table dramatically. He mumbled, "I did something sneaky. I found out who the last caller was through the phone service and well..." He glanced over at Sakano and the Tohma-mini-me. "I can't say right now."

Hiro saw where Shuichi was looking, he understood. He had a sinking feeling he knew who the caller was as well. He sighed. But he was expecting this; it was all part of his plan. "Don't worry. Yuki will get over it. I hope."

"You hope?!" Shuichi mocked. "Do you know what's happening? Do you know why Yuki is acting this way?"

Hiro looked incredulous, "How would I know what his problem is?" He sat back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head nonchalantly. "Just be patient Shuichi."

Shrugging, Shuichi whined, "I guess."

"Good, let's let Sakano finish his work so we can go jam a little...try out that new song of yours," Hiro suggested.

Shuichi only sighed.

Just then Sakano's phone began to ring and Hiro overheard, "K you can't do that! – No, NG will never agree to that clause...what?! You can't make them agree at gunpoint..." The man went on until he eventually came to decision with K. Hiro had no idea what that was about but he did find it amusing. No matter how they handled business together, Sakano and K got the job done, that he knew.

"Sorry about that, now where were we?" Sakano continued and handed them all another programme.

They spent the rest of the afternoon going over venues they may appear at, photo shoots that would require their handsome faces, and even magazines that wanted to drill them about their talent.

Hiro resumed leaning back on his chair, he wasn't worried about Shuichi in the least—it only meant that what he thought would happen, was happening. Satisfied with his genius, Hiro returned to his fluffy thoughts and this time he did day dream about their 'manager'.


When Hiro and K got home after work, towing a noisy Michael with them, Yuji was headed out of the house.

"Where are you going, Yuj?" Hiro asked.

Yuji Nakano twirled a shiny silver key on a chain, "Moving into my new place tonight, bro."

"So you're leaving now, just before dinner?" Hiro wondered.

"Don't worry Hiroshi, I already raided your fridge, I have to go sign the lease tonight or they'll give it to someone else," Yuji explained slipping into his jacket jean jacket.

"Do you need a ride?" the guitarist offered.

"Well…it would be cool if you're offering," Yuji said hopefully, casting K a glance.

"Go ahead Hiro. I'll have dinner ready by the time you return, ok. Just disguise yourself really well so the reporters don't follow you," K warned his husband.

Hiro kissed K on the cheek and grabbed his helmet and the spare one for Yuji. "Come on then let's go."

The ride was half way across town. This evening was becoming bitterly cold. Hiro had been smart to bring along a scarf to wrap around his face under the helmet to keep from freezing. Yuji was clinging to him firmly, his own face buried against his back. When they got to the complex of apartment buildings, were Yuji would be living, he spoke up and told Hiro which building he wanted to go to.

After they parked the bike, Hiro decided to follow his brother.

"You don't have to come with me," Yuji insisted.

"I'm not leaving until I see you sign that lease, so let's go," Hiro stated and let Yuji guide him inside the building.

It wasn't a bad building, not exactly a palace but it was decent. Hiro was happy to see that his brother could at least afford this joint but he had to wonder where he got his money from. Money and Yuji were both unsolved mysteries, enigmas. They met up with some old fart that seemed a little shady to Hiro but none-the-less produced a lease. Hiro read over it carefully, he didn't want his brother signing something he'd regret later.

"Look little brother, do you think I can't read?" Yuji grabbed the lease from his brother hastily.

Hiro grabbed it back, "I just don't want you to get screwed Yuj. Is that a crime?"

Yuji didn't answer him and Hiro finished reading the contract, he didn't see anything suspicious and let Yuji sign it. They went to see the apartment which was already furnished. It was a simple place, good for his brother. Hiro wondered about food in Yuji's fridge and dug out his wallet. He handed Yuji some cash.

"Hiroshi...I can't take that," Yuji said waving his hands, although his eyes didn't leave the offering.

"Take it or I'll just leave it here on the table," Hiro pledged. He wasn't about to leave until he knew his brother was taken care of.

Yuji sighed, he wasn't rich at the moment and he needed to land a few jobs to get back in the groove. Reluctantly, but gratefully he took the money and pulled his younger brother in a warm hug. "Thanks," he muttered, touched by Hiro's empathetic heart.

Hiro scoffed, his brother was a big lout but he still had to love him, right? He laughed. "Anytime, just call me if you need anything," Hiro said sincerely.

"You're the best brother a guy could have...I'm sorry I'm such a pain in the ass," Yuji offered.

Hiro clucked his tongue. "And don't forget it," he joshed.

Yuji chuckled. "Go on Hiro, go home to your family, I'll be alright," Yuji said very chipper like and literally shooed his brother out the door. He handed him the extra helmet.

"Goodnight Yuji!" Hiro called from the other said of the door. He wandered to the elevator and thought, hmm, my family, he let the words play over in his mind. It was then the he decided to take a detour before heading home.

He ended up in the visitor's parking lot at the hospital. To see baby Emi—that was the name Hiro had given her. Earlier today it just came to mind, Emi was a perfect Japanese name. The 'E' stood for blessed and 'MI' stood for beauty. Emi was both beautiful and blessed to him. But he didn't dare tell anyone about his naming of the child...

Careful to wear his disguise, Hiro found his way to the maternity ward. No one bothered him. One nurse knew who he was and she only smiled secretly, allowing him to be there. Then Hiro saw her. There she was all bundled up in a pink sleeper, head covered in a cute little pink hat. Limply her tiny hands rested at her sides as she slept peacefully. Hiro watched her small chest rising and falling. He sighed feeling emotional again.

He spent a good half hour just watching her.

It felt hard to leave, like he was leaving her and part of his heart behind. Hiro felt an empty ache in his chest and swallowed hard as he walked down the ward hall. Man, what was coming over him? K was right; he couldn't let himself get so attached to this child it just hurt too much.

But it was so hard! He had to come see her.

With nothing else to do, Hiro headed back home. As he pulled into the driveway he noticed someone sitting on his front step. He climbed off his bike, pulling his helmet off as well.

"Shuichi?" Hiro said as he walked up to the front door. "What are you doing here?"

His best friend didn't look very happy. In fact, he looked miserable.

Shuichi wailed, "Tohma came over tonight and kicked me out. He looked really pissed off, I mean he still looked calm, but he had these eyes. It freaked me out! He told me to get lost and said he needed to talk to Yuki in private!"

Hiro nodded sympathetically, "I'm sorry to hear that, Shuichi. You can stay with us for as long as you need, Shu--"

"But I want to be home with my Yuki!" he cried.

"I'm sure in a few hours, Yuki will let you come home. Come on, Claude has dinner waiting."

Shuichi got up in a defeated state and entered the house. As Hiro followed his best friend in he smirked. Things were going just as planned.


A/N: Will update soon'ish!

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DIB'S GIRL: Weeee! Thank you!

wolffan: Yes! That picture would be awesome -fangirls- lol Actually, Hiro can be quite the plotter. Have you read the Gravitation manga? Hiro plots twice in that. The first time he plotted it backfired and Shuichi was pissed off XD The second time was really genius. K says something to Hiro like, "You're such a good friend...you started the whole thing, right?" -squishes- thanks for still reading!

Akira Muratake: Yes humanity can be crazy sometimes. YAY! Thanks for still reading! And your lovely comments!

bitbyboth: Hehe...I see you figured out that part of the story -grins- Actually you were right on the money...Hiro has named the little girl lol! Thank you for you comments hun! Much love!