Uruha was busy in the kitchen, making a nice cake for his and Aoi's two year wedding anniversary, when the doorbell rang. Walking over slowly, a bowl of batter in his arms, he opened the door. He was surprised to see two officers standing outside of his door. Looking at them nervously, he frowned.

Lost in the darkness
Hoping for a sign
Instead there's only silence
Can't you hear my screams?

"Hello officers," he said cautiously, looking worriedly at them. Had something happened? Was the band in trouble? Did Reita get in another fight? He hoped not since he was usually the one to go and bail him out.

"Takashima Kouyou, we assume?" Uruha nodded to their question. "What's the problem, officers?" He was starting to get worried now. If Reita had gotten into a fight, they would have just let him call. Was Reita hurt? Or did this have something to do with Aoi? Was Aoi hurt? Looking more worried, he looked back to the officers. "What's going on?"

Never stop hoping
Need to know where you are
But one thing's for sure
You're always in my heart

"Your spouse is Shiroyama Yuu is that correct?" Uruha's chest tightened slightly at the question, nodding slowly. "Y-yes…" Tears were already threatening to fall down his eyes. What was going on? "We're very sorry to tell you this, but the building that your spouse works in had a fire, and the building burned down. We managed to get a majority of the people out, but we were unable to get him out before the building collapsed." Uruha could swear his heart stopped beating. The bowl of cake batter fell from his hand shattering on the floor, but Uruha hardly even noticed. He couldn't breathe. The tears he had been holding back were flowing quickly down his cheeks as he lost his balance, catching onto the door for support.

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Until my dying day
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

Uruha vaguely remembered the officers helping him sit down before leaving. He stared blankly into the space around him. He was sitting in the living room , but couldn't even take in the things around him. His vision was blurred as tears still crowded in his eyes. Still not having spoken, he didn't know what to do; he didn't know what to say. And who was he going to say it to? There was no one here. Aoi wasn't here, and he never would be. Not anymore.

Lost in the darkness
Tried to find your way home
I want to embrace you
And never let you go

Uruha bent over and sobbed, finally letting out all the pain he felt in his chest through tears, though it hardly relieved the pain. He just felt so alone. He heard a knock at the door, but couldn't bring himself to answer it, or to even move. He just couldn't stop crying. He felt as if his whole world was crashing down around him. He could hear his band mates coming in, and hugging him, though he barely felt their touches anymore. He guessed they had heard the news, too.

Despite the fact that his friends were just trying to help, Uruha didn't really want them around right now. They just seemed to remind him that none of them were Aoi. It wasn't Aoi cleaning up the mess of batter on the floor, but Kai; it wasn't Aoi bringing him the glass of water and a blanket, but Ruki. It was as if the world was just rushing past him, and Uruha was just sitting in the middle of it.

Almost hope you're in heaven
So no one can hurt your soul
Living in agony
Cause I just do not know
Where you are

Laying under the blanket that Ruki had brought him, he reached out slowly to turn on the TV. He wasn't really sure why. Maybe he wanted to see if the news had done anything on what had happened, maybe hoping that it would shed some light onto why his love had to die. Why now the world around Uruha just seemed empty. Uruha watched as the news replayed the footage of firefighters leading people out of the burning building, the people running as the building collapsed behind him. Uruha sobbed, thinking of how his beloved was still in there. Ruki had mentioned that the police were unable to recover Aoi's remains, and that had only made Uruha cry harder. Kai had ushered the other's away from Uruha. Watching the news replay the footage over and over again, Uruha sobbed. He wanted his husband back. He couldn't live without him.

Sniffling, Uruha got up, still looking sad, he went into the kitchen where everyone was sitting around the table, drinking tea. Uruha had been offered some, but he had refused to drink anything, even the glass of water that still sat in the living room.

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Until my dying day
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

"Uruha?" Kai's voice was soft as he questioned the other, curious as to see him up when he hadn't gotten a response out of him all night. Uruha barely looked at the other's, focusing his gaze on the ground.

"I'm going to take a bath and go to sleep, ok?" the other's nodded as Uruha walked upstairs. Uruha needed to relax. Stepping into the hot water of the tub, Uruha sat back and cried. "Aoi….." Sobbing, he let the pain overwhelm him. He couldn't live without the man; he wouldn't. He was scared, but he would do anything to be with him again. Anything. His hand shaking gently, he grabbed the razor from the counter. Trembling, Uruha cried. "I'll be with you soon, Aoi…..I promise," he said softly.

Wherever you are
I won't stop searching
Whatever it takes me to know

Kai walked up to the door slowly. He was worried about leaving the other alone right now. He was afraid that the other might do something irrational. "Uruha?" No response. Kai frowned and pushed the door open slowly. He gasped and covered his mouth in horror at the sight in front of him. Uruha's body lay relaxing in the water, he eyes shut. The arm hanging off the side bleeding from a cut down Uruha's forearm left a puddle of warm, red blood on the white tiled floor. Kai cried and fell to his knees.

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Until my dying day
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

Kai hoped sadly as he stroked Uruha's hair softly, shutting off the water, that his poor friend would find his Aoi again someday; somewhere.