Long time no see... again... Once again I'm very sorry for the long time to update. I guess I don't really have exams as an excuse this time since they finished a while ago. I just couldn't really think what to write. Anyway I've finally done it so enjoy :D

"La li ho~!" Shuichi sang as he entered the studio.

"Back to work already Shuichi?" K looked up from polishing his pistol.

"Yup! I feel loads better now." Shuichi beamed.

"That's good to hear" Fujisaki appeared from behind the recording equipment.

"Yeah, but take it easy today, eh Shuichi." Said Hiro, entering the room behind Shuichi.

"Sure, sure, don't worry about me, I'm fine, totally, one hundred percent fine." Shuichi assured him cheerfully, although his smile slipped slightly for a moment.

Hiro frowned, but went along with what Shuichi was saying.

"Now, let's get started!" Shuichi bounded over to the recording booth.

"Now, now Shuichi, don't be so eager." Said K. He exchanged glances with Hiro- they had both noticed the droop in Shuichi's shoulders that Shuichi had attempted to hide with his cheerfulness.

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"Alright, that's it for today." K announced.

Shuichi and Hiro bid farewell to the others and left the studio. In the parking lot, Hiro turned to Shuichi.

"So, how was your first day back?" he smiled.

"Huh? Oh, fine. I mean, it was great!" Shuichi had been miles away, drifting in his thoughts.

Hiro started to get his motorbike ready.

"Uh Hiro…" Shuichi hesitated.

"Yeah, Shu?"

"Um… do you mind if I walked back today… I mean, if that's ok?" Shuichi asked.

"Are you sure? It is a while to get back to my place, and it's cold tonight."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I need a walk." Shuichi reassured him.

"Ok then, do you want me to come with you?" Hiro offered.

"No it's fine, besides, you can't leave the bike here." Hiro frowned. "It's fine! Really!"

"Alright then, just be careful not to stay out too long, don't catch a cold or anything." Hiro said worriedly.

"Sure" Shuichi smiled, already beginning to walk off.

"See you soon then" Hiro still sounded worried.

"Yeah"

Shuichi had just meant to walk the long way back to Hiro's place to give himself some time to think. But he was so wrapped up in his thoughts that his feet found their own path.

He looked up and realised he was completely lost.

He was standing in a park he'd never seen before. A familiar breeze rustled through the trees, almost tugging him down the path. Vaguely he wondered why the breeze had felt so familiar but he was hardly aware of that.

He drifted down the path to an open spot. There were benches lining one side of the path and a railing on the other. He walked over to the railing and looked out over the view.

Suddenly he sneezed, bringing him back to his senses. He hadn't realised how cold it was and now he shivered. He had come out wearing only shorts and a light cotton shirt and now he regretted it. What was he thinking, in the middle of winter?

He was freezing now, the cold was stinging his face and legs, and he felt so tired. He decided to sit down on one of the benches, just for a little while, and then he would find his way back to Hiro's.

He pulled his legs up under his chin and wrapped his arms around himself. He was shivering properly now. He knew he should get up but it was just so easy for him to stay on the bench.

Flakes of snow began to fall, sparse at first but then more and more large white flakes began to drift to the ground, covering the park with a thick white blanket. Shuichi was vaguely aware that he began to push his numbing legs off the bench into the thick layer of snow.

He stumbled forwards into blackness.

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Warmth. And the familiar smell of cigarettes and beer.

Clack clack clack

Someone typing on a laptop. A nostalgic sound.

Shuichi groggily sat up. Where was he? The room was unfamiliar yet so familiar at the same time. It wasn't Hiro's place, so where was it? The clothes he was wearing weren't his either. Oh crap, he blushed at the thought of a stranger undressing him.

The sound of tapping stopped.

"You're awake." The voice made Shuichi's head snap up. Beautiful and comforting, to him it sounded like a chorus of angels. In reality it tried to be blunt and uncaring, but there was a hint of relief and concern there.

"It's you!" Shuichi gasped in shock and recognition. It was the man from the hospital; his golden angel. "Why are you here?"

"This is my house, stupid." The blonde snapped, irritated.

"Oh. Then… what am I doing here?" Shuichi asked.

"Don't you remember what happened last night?" The angel asked him.

"No"

"What the hell were you doing anyway? Were you trying to kill yourself? If you're gonna do something like that, try and choose somewhere to die besides my doorstep."

"What? I wasn't… I didn't…" Shuichi was confused. Outside his angel's doorstep? How had he gotten there? He didn't know anything about the angel, let alone where he lived. He tried to think back to the previous night and had vague flashbacks of trudging through ankle deep snow, roaming vaguely familiar streets, finally ending up outside a large house.

The comfortable warmth Shuichi had felt earlier was escalating, he was getting warmer and warmer, and the heat was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"So what were you doing out there so late, brat?" The angel asked him.

"I was… look, do you have a problem with me? All you've done since I woke up is be rude to me. Is it because I'm in your house? You don't like taking in strangers?" The angel flinched.

"That's not…"

"I know I'm not welcome here, so maybe I should leave."

Shuichi made to get out of the bed but he stumbled and fell back on the mattress.

"What the hell are you doing?" the angel asked him, moving forwards, guiding Shuichi back to the bed, "You have a fever you moron, you need to rest."

That would explain why he was feeling so hot. He was burning up now. The world around him began to blur.

"I… I don't want… to cause you… trouble" Shuichi mumbled.

"Trust me; you'll be causing me more trouble if you don't shut up and sleep already." The angel promised him.

Shuichi nodded meekly and allowed himself to be lowered back onto the bed. The angel tucked the blanket more tightly around him as he drifted off.

"Sleep now Shu, sleep." The angel murmured gently, stroking the side of Shuichi's face softly.

Before Shuichi's eyes closed he asked the angel his name. He saw sadness well up in the angel's eyes, but then he spoke.

"Yuki. My name is Yuki."

Yuki…

So I hope that chapter was OK, and I'll try to update sooner next time (I say this every time...) so please reveiw :)