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Chapter Nine

Despite Mrs. Weasley's intervention a few weeks previously, Harry had fallen into a depressed slump that he could not shake. It worried both Hiro and Ritsuka. On the surface, he seemed fine but they knew otherwise. They were the ones to see him everyday and knew his moods the best. Although he never said so to Harry, even Shuichi noticed something off about the singer. Honestly, Hiro did not know if it was from loosing a man that was like a father to him, or the pressures of his new solo career. Seguchi was pushing him too hard, and Hiro did not like it one bit.

Ritsuka was progressing well with his studies, thanks to Hermione's strict tutelage. She had shocked Hiro the first time he saw her teach. While she was normally a warm, caring individual, when it came to teaching she morphed into a drill sergeant. It was the most horrifying and fascinating thing he had ever witnessed. He almost felt sorry for the runt.

On the other hand, his own career had taken a back seat since his marriage. It was no longer the most important aspect of his life. Actually, it stopped being that when he met Harry. Recently, though, Harry's slump had caused one of his own as well. It baffled him just how much he and his husband were connected. Harry's moods usually did affect his work though. Now he understood why Shuichi had so many slumps back when Bad Luck first got started. He and Yuki-san were constantly fighting.

There are other things, though. Recently Harry has been acting strangely. He would eat the oddest things and almost immediately puke them back up. He had tried to get Harry to see a doctor, but his husband is the most stubborn creature alive. Well, he and Yuki-san tie for first place in that category. Still, his husband telling him he had a stomach bug did not reassure him. What kind of bug lasts for a month? Something was wrong.

Hiro sighed and set his guitar to the side. He could not produce music in this mood. Everything he played sounded horrible, like nails on a chalkboard. The red head grimaced at his thoughts. That was not a pleasant thing to imagine.

… … …

"Hiro, is anything wrong?" Shuichi asked his friend the next day during their break. "You don't seem like yourself."

Hiro glanced up at the singer and laughed nervously. "Why do you say that? I'm fine." he reassured.

The pink haired singer ran a hand through his shoulder length hair and sighed. "It's just, you've been out of it lately." he finally answered quietly. "Is everything alright with Harry? You two didn't have a fight, right?" he rattled worriedly.

Hiro rolled his eyes and whacked him in the back of the head. "No, moron, I said I was fine. I'm just tired lately."

"Ouch, Hiro… I was just worried." he sulked rubbing the spot where Hiro hit him. "Besides, Harry looks down also." Hiro instantly tried to look away from his friend, but the singer caught his actions. "Nu uh, Hiro… what's going on with you two?" he demanded.

The guitarist sighed, resting his head against his head. "Honestly, there's not anything wrong. Harry's just been a bit depressed since the funeral," he admitted. "He seemed okay at first, but lately…" he trailed off, not knowing how to explain.

"…he doesn't seem like himself." Shuichi finished for him. "I know that when Eiri's dad died, he acted the same," he said, causing Hiro to snort. "Alright, so he does act cold a lot of times. That's just how he is." he defended his lover.

Hiro held his hands up in defeat. "Anyway, we're talking about Harry."

"Who's talking about Harry?" both men tensed and whipped around towards the door only to relax when they saw it was just their keyboardist. Suguru rolled his eyes at their paranoia. "Now that I've scared you, tell me who's talking about Harry," he demanded.

Hiro opened and closed his mouth several times, not able to find the words to explain. Fortunately or unfortunately, Shuichi answered for him. "Harry's been depressed lately."

The keyboardist's eyes narrowed into slits and zeroed in on the guitarist. "Why is he depressed, Nakano-san?" he hissed venomously. Sometimes Fujisaki Suguru was damn scary, especially when it came to his best friend.

"You know about his surrogate father dieing, right?" the keyboardist nodded. "Well, he seemed fine until just a few weeks ago. Since then he's distant and almost cold." he explained.

"It sounds like he just needs time." Suguru commented with a pointed look. "He'll come around sooner or later."

Hiro huffed angrily and glared at the youngest member of Bad Luck. "He doesn't have time!" he snapped. "Thanks to your cousin, he's worked to the bone!"

"Don't yell at me because of what Tohma does! It's not my fault!" Suguru bit back angrily. "Maybe you're to blame for his mood!"

That was apparently the wrong thing to say. Suguru had not even seen the guitarist move before he was lying on his back holding his bloodied nose. Shuichi squeaked and rushed forward to help his fallen band mate, but quickly backed off at his best friend's glare.

"What the hell what that for...?" Suguru demanded and winced in pain.

The red head towered over the fallen man and jerked him to his feet. Lowering his face until he was nose to nose with the keyboardist, he hissed, "If you ever make another comment like that, I won't just stop at a broken nose." Hiro roughly threw the younger man away and stomped angrily out the door.

Shuichi glanced at the fallen member of Bad Luck with sympathy. Hiro could hit hard when he was pissed off. Fujisaki really had deserved a lot worse for that comment, though. The singer shook his head and sighed. "You know, that was uncalled for. You know Harry's world revolved around Hiro, and you probably just damaged your friendship with him because of this." Without another glance, Shuichi turned and left.

The keyboardist winced at the singer's words. He was right. Hiro and Ritsuka were Harry's entire world. Not only had he insulted his best friend's husband, but he also insulted Harry indirectly. Whatever happened to Hiro affected Harry and vice versa. Hell, he had messed up worse now than when he snapped at Harry a few months ago. Why could things never be simple for him?

… … …

"Hiro, you have blood on your hand!" Harry was up from his chair instantly and rushing to his husband's side. "What happened?" he demanded.

Hiro shrugged, not really wanting to explain now. "Nothing," he answered shortly.

Harry's eyes narrowed at the man he loved, and his lips pursed into a thin line. "You're lying to me, Hiro. Tell me what happened."

"It's none of your business!" Hiro snapped.

The small singer's eyes widened slightly and his mouth fell open. "W-What?" he stuttered. "So you get hurt and it's none of my business?" he asked quietly.

"Exactly,"

Harry's hand came out of nowhere and landed hard against Hiro's cheek. "Fuck you, Nakano! I don't need this shit right now!" Oh, he was beyond pissed. Sending a hurtful look towards Hiro, he stormed down the hall and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

Hiro stood with his mouth agape at where Harry had stood. Why had he just done that? Harry was just concerned for him. Sighing deeply, the guitarist made his way to the kitchen to make some tea. He hoped Harry would have calmed down by the time it finished, and then he could try to talk to him.

Hiro grabbed the teakettle off the stove and filled it with fresh water and a couple tea bags. Setting back in its place and lighting the burner, he leaned back against the counter. What Fujisaki said earlier had really gotten to him. Of course, he knew it was not his fault, but a small part of him wanted to believe it was. Harry was an emotional, volatile person, with or without outside help. He tended to fall into states of depression more than anyone else did. That was probably due to his horrible past, though.

Hiro squeezed his eyes shut and could feel the beginnings of a headache. He had not meant to snap at his husband. The words had slipped out before he could stop them. He felt horrible, and he should. After all, he had just hurt the person he cared for the most.

The teakettle whistled and shattered his thoughts. Hiro's eyes snapped open and he directed a glare in the offending object's direction. He grabbed two cups from the cabinet and began filling them with the steaming liquid. Maybe he just needed a nice cup of tea to calm him down. Of course, he would rather have had a shot of whiskey, but Harry did not allow Hiro to have hard liquor in the apartment. He had never asked why. He assumed it had something to do with his uncle.

Hiro grabbed the steaming mugs and exited the kitchen, making his way towards the bedroom. He really hoped his husband had calmed down somewhat, or he was dead. Hiro held both mugs with one hand, which was quite a feat when they were both hot, and knocked quietly on the door. A few minutes passed in silence before he heard the soft padding of feet against the bare floors.

The door was jerked open and his husband glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. "What?" he asked coldly.

Hiro winced at the tone of Harry's voice. He had really screwed up. "I brought you some tea." It was better to get straight to the point when Harry was like this.

"Fine," Harry spun on his heel and walked back towards the bed, but left the door open.

Hiro entered the room and noticed that the shades were drawn shut, casting the room into total darkness. It had apparently been another one of those days, again. Hiro set his cup down on the nightstand, and then, handed Harry his before taking a seat next to his husband.

"Harry, I'm for snapping at you." he started quietly. "I had a bad day at work. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Harry nodded but stayed silent. "Fujisaki made some rather rude comments and it set me off." Harry's eyes snapped towards him, but he remained silent.

Harry sipped his tea quietly and listened to his husband apologize. He was not that angry anymore, but Hiro's words had hurt him deeply. "Hiro, I love you," he said, stopping his husband's ramblings. "But, you can't keep important things to yourself." he scolded and Hiro blushed slightly, finding the bed covers interesting. "What did Su-chan say to you that upset you so badly?"

Hiro scowled at the question. He really did not want to explain, but knew he had to. "He implied that it's my fault that you've been depressed," he answered waiting for the explosion to happen.

Fortunately, he was wrong about Harry's reaction. "Have I really been that bad lately?" Harry asked quietly, looking up at his husband with teary, wide eyes.

Although he wanted to lie and say he had not, he knew Harry would not appreciate the blatant lie. "You've been a bit out of it ever since the funeral," he answered truthfully. "Also, you're keeping something from me as well." Harry quickly looked away and tried to stand, but Hiro's arm snaked around his waist and held him in place. "Don't tell me it's nothing, Harry. I'm worried."

Harry stopped struggling against his captor and crumpled in his husband's arms. Several minutes passed before Harry started speaking. His voice was small and filled with fear. "I honestly don't know, Hiro," he confessed quietly. "That's why I hadn't said anything before. I don't know what's wrong."

Hiro grabbed Harry's empty cup from his hands and placed it on the nightstand before pulling his small husband into his lap. "I want you to see a doctor." Hiro rested his cheek against his husband's dark curls as he spoke. "We'll find out what's wrong," he promised.

The smaller man shook his head against Hiro's chest. "I don't want to see a doctor." he said and quickly continued before his husband could argue. "I don't think its muggle, so a doctor would be useless."

The red head glanced down at the man in his arms and nodded. "Fine, but I want you to see a mediwitch then," he commanded leaving no room for argument. Knowing he had lost the battle before it even started, the singer gave a jerky nod and snuggled into his husband's chest.

Author's Note: Hey, sorry about the slow update. This chapter has been sitting halfway finished for nearly a month. Can anyone figure out what is wrong with Harry? I will give you a hint. He is not pregnant. Well, cheers!