This was not shaping up to be a productive day.

There was a pile of work on Fukuda's desk that he needed to do, and an overflowing inbox that needed to be attended to, not to mention the long line of Awakened outside his door with various scrapes and bruises. He had a lot to do, not a lot of time in the day to do it, and no help whatsoever. He had so much he needed to do, or at least take a look at, but he couldn't.

Not while Sho was missing.

Fukuda could have spent the day combing the city, and he had been about to, when he realized that he could just go to...well to the person best suited…to the person with the best power set for this job. Fukuda was the person best suited to find Sho, he knew him the best, but the city was too big and he was just one man. Sho could have been at some park or an arcade or a pet store or in the sewers…Fukuda hated it when he went down into the sewers…or he could have been in his room hiding under his bed. There was also the not so slim chance that Sho was in Seasoning City right now visiting his boyfriend….and Shigeko's biological brother. If that was the case then Fukuda was dragging him back by his collar and telling him…

He had no idea what he would have told Sho if that had been the case….and it didn't even matter! He didn't even know where Sho was!

But he knew someone who did.

"Hatori. I need you." Said Fukuda as he shut the office door behind him. How such a long line of Awakened had formed in the time it took to realize that Sho was not where he said that he would have been today, sock skating with Mukai on the freshly waxed floor, and getting back to his office he would never know…and he'd deal with them later. None of them were dying and anyway Sho was more important than a bunch of Awakened who had probably hurt themselves sock skating or chair jousting or whatever insane game they'd thought up now.

Children. He was surrounded by children…and that included the one sitting right in front of him.

"Fukuda this is so sudden…and unwanted. Really, really, REALLY unwanted." Said Hatori as he looked up from whatever it was that he had been doing. Fukuda didn't care. He didn't care if Hatori had been in the middle of stealing nuclear launch codes, the ones that Claw didn't already have, or if he'd been in the middle of fighting with random strangers on the internet. He didn't really give a damn about Hatori at all.

He just needed to know where Sho was.

"Grow up." Said Fukuda

"I am a grown-up-fuck! An adult! I am an adult and I don't appreciate-" said Hatori

"Shut up with that and listen. I need you to tell me where Sho is. Right now." Said Fukuda

"Why do you need to know where Sho is?" asked Hatori. He narrowed his eyes…for some reason. Fukuda didn't know why and Fukuda didn't care to know why…and he had better not have been back on that insane theory that the group had come up with about him and….he couldn't even finish the thought. Maybe they had been living with Shimazaki for so long that their minds just went there with everything. That would have made sense. Well he wasn't Shimazaki Ryou and if Hatori even implied anything…anything at all…then Fukuda….well he'd do something. Hatori or any of the others. How they could sit there and think that he was capable of…of anything! How could they just…just….just…

Something was wrong with each and every one of those people. Something that even he couldn't help with.

"Because he's eleven years old and nobody has any idea where he is." Said Fukuda

"Did you ask Shimazaki?" asked Hatori

"Why would I ask Shimazaki anything?" asked Fukuda

"Because he usually hangs out with Sho. They're probably out messing with people or something. Last I checked Sho was at the train station so maybe they're going to stick coins on the tracks or something." Said Hatori. Fukuda felt his heart stop…and then start again. That had been his body's natural healing taking over….he'd almost had a real heart attack….well of course he had! Sho had been about to…he might have been on his way to…to….

To do something stupid.

Fukuda didn't care if Sho had a little boyfriend stashed away somewhere. Honestly it was good for him to have someone he cared about and who cared about him in return. That little boyfriend, however, could not be Kageyama Ritsu for so many reasons….reasons that Sho could never know about. Suzuki was obviously never going to tell the kids that Shigeko had been adopted. Shigeko wouldn't have taken the news well and nobody needed a repeat of the Eighth and Seventh Divisions Sho wasn't stupid. One day he was going to figure out that he could dig through Claw records just as freely as anyone else….

Fukuda could not let that danger come to pass.

Also there was Ritsu's wellbeing to think about. Sho was going to draw attention to the boy and then someone would end u kidnapping him again and that couldn't possibly have been good for him. There was always the welfare of the other child to consider but it was a very difficult thing to keep in mind when the welfare of his child was in danger. Fukuda took a moment to get his body back in order before he turned and left…

Well, he turned and tried to leave.

"I just sent Shimazaki a text to go and get him. They'll probably find something to do together. Sho's in…well not good hands but….well you can trust Shimazaki with Sho. He's always saying how he loves Sho like how own kid and shit." Said Hatori. Fukuda had managed to get one hand on the door handle, just one, before Hatori said…all that he said….all the nonsense that had just come out of his mouth….

How dare he.

Shimazaki didn't care about Sho. Shimazaki cared about being entertained and Sho just happened to be at the same maturity level as him. They would probably end up sawing off stop signs or switching babies in strollers or-or-or whatever else Shimazaki happened to think would be a good idea. That…that….Fukuda didn't even have words for what Shimazaki was! There wasn't a word in any of the languages that he spoke that was even close enough to…to describing that….he didn't even know what to call him. Shimazaki Ryou was….Shimazaki Ryou….and that was the worst thing that anyone could have been referred to as.

It suited him…and a few other people Fukuda knew.

"Excuse me?" asked Fukuda through gritted teeth. He took a deep breath. He couldn't get angry. He had to focus on…on what he needed to do…and that was get Sho and keep him safe….he couldn't let himself get distracted by some overgrown child who had no idea what he was talking about.

"Shimazaki's not weird with Sho….not like how he is with Mob. You've noticed it, right? How weird Shimazaki is with Mob?" asked Hatori. Fukuda turned to face him. He wanted to bring Shigeko up? Why? What purpose could discussing her romantic and…whatever else she had with Shimazaki….life could there possibly have been?

"Miss Suzuki's personal life is not for me to comment on." Said Fukuda

"Come on, you've noticed it…and don't talk like that. All overly polite. It's so fake it's creepy...or maybe you're just creepy. Maybe this whole place is nothing but creeps and I'm the only normal one." said Hatori. Fukuda, if he had been in anything less than the right state of mind, would have told Hatori that he was never in danger of being the normal one in any situation…but he was in his right state of mind. Hatori was, apparently, Suzuki's new best friend or whatever. Fine. He didn't give a damn what Hatori was to anyone.

"If that's all you have to say then I really need to get going. Sho needs me and-" said Fukuda

"Can you talk to Suzuki for me?" asked Hatori

"Talk to him yourself." Said Fukuda

"I tried but he…well he kind of said the same thing you did. He said that he didn't want to get in the middle of Mob's love life…but she's twelve! Like…ok. If she had some guy her own age that she liked then I wouldn't have said anything but I don't know if she even likes Shimazaki like that and even if she did it wouldn't change anything. She's twelve and he's thirty one or thirty two or…or whatever. It's weird and gross and I hope that he's just teasing her but I don't think that he is and…and I know that he'll listen to Suzuki if he tells him to back off. He's afraid of Suzuki...pretty much everyone is." Said Hatori

"And for good reason. If President Suzuki tells you not to get involved then don't get involved. Miss Suzuki doesn't like people getting involved in her personal life and anyway even if did say something it isn't like President Suzuki is going to do anything. When his mind is made up then it's made up. Trust me. I actually know him." said Fukuda. Where did Hatori get off pretending he was an expert? He barely knew Suzuki and even then he'd only seen the best of him. Not the violent know-it-all who'd rather stab you clean through the arm with a geometry compass than tell you that you were right and he was wrong. Hatori had no idea what he was talking about Fukuda didn't have time to waste on this.

Sho needed him.

"Really? I think I know him a little bit better than you do." Said Hatori. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He looked like Sho when you told him that, no, he couldn't use soda instead of cereal in his milk. A child…Fukuda was arguing with a twenty one year old child.

"I sincerely doubt that." Said Fukuda

"I know he likes you." Said Hatori

"He likes me about as much as he's capable of liking anyone…which isn't very much. You'd do well to-" said Fukuda

"No, I mean he likes you-likes you." Said Hatori. Fukuda…did not know where to begin to pull that statement apart. First of all Hatori sounded like he was in elementary school. Second of all that wasn't possible. Suzuki…was Suzuki. Sometimes he got a little strange but he didn't have feelings for Fukuda. He was, as he'd been saying since the first time they experimented together over half a lifetime ago, perfectly straight.

It hadn't felt like anything, he'd said.

The first time it happened. Back in that ridiculous fort they'd spent most of their afterschool hours in. One minute they'd been going over their tests from….he couldn't remember the subject…and then the next Suzuki had declared that they were going to try kissing. Then they kissed. Then Suzuki said that it didn't feel like anything. After that they went home and had dinner…and agreed to never speak of that again…and they hadn't…or any of those other times that they'd tried…things…together…

Never much more than kissing.

Suzuki was just…weird. That was it. That was why they'd kissed about once or twice a year from middle school through university….and also that weird thing that passed between them last year. Suzuki didn't have feeling for him…and he had no idea what he would have done if Suzuki had. Maybe chew him out for being such an asshole to Sho….that was it. It wasn't like….like he would have ever been able to return his feelings. Fukuda had never gotten anything out of the…physical experimentation….that they'd engaged in when they'd been young and full of more hormones than they had brain cells.

Hatori was out of his mind.

"You're out of your mind. Excuse me." Said Fukuda. He didn't even managed to finish turning around, that time, before Hatori piped up again….he was getting really tired of Hatori and what he had to say….

"He told me so." Said Hatori

"What are you on about?" asked Fukuda

"He told me that he figured out that he was bi…and back last summer when we hung out together he talked about you a lot." Said Hatori

"Well of course he did. He took certain actions of mine as a form of betrayal. I'm surprised he hasn't killed me yet." Said Fukuda

"Well, yes, he likes you. He talked about you all the time, stuff you guys got up to when you were kids, and he talked about….well a lot of stuff. Anyway he's bi now and sometimes I get the feeling that you like him back so, you know, take your shot? I mean he has a girlfriend but she told him that she wouldn't even think about marrying him or having his kids until he sorted out his feelings for you so…yeah." Said Hatori. Fukuda…had no idea what he was supposed to do with this information. Suzuki….Touichirou….what? Just….no. This was crazy. This was just…why would Hatori have even come up with something like this? What reason could he possibly have had to sit there and tell such completely and totally ridiculous lies?

To discredit Fukuda.

That must have been it. He was supposed to believe all of this insanity and then go running to Suzuki telling him…what? That he liked him to? Was this that old elementary schooler's trick? Where you sent someone a note supposedly from the person they had a crush on and then you watched the poor sap get shot down? Hatori was definitely immature enough to try and pull something like that….

And he was definitely stupid enough not to think it through.

"You know what? I think I will take my shot now. Thank you so much. I'll be sure to tell Touichirou that you're the one responsible for this." said Fukuda. That time he did leave. He didn't stay and listen to whatever other nonsense was going to come out of Hatori's mouth. No, he just made his way to Suzuki's office without stopping once, not even for the line of somewhat bloody people who needed medical attention…

The Awakened could figure out their own first aid.

And Hatori could figure out what he was going to do with his life after this. After he got….well whatever was coming to him. Hatori was going to be ousted from Claw for this. There was no other way. He was going to be reassigned to some far off posting….or maybe he was going to be left to die in a hole…or maybe he was going to figure out how to disappear completely and never be found. Either way he was going to get what had been coming to him for a while now.

He was finally going to see how Touichirou treated his 'friends'.

The walk to Touichirou's office was not a long one nor was it a treacherous one. He didn't bother with the elevator, too slow, he just made a line right up the stairs and down the hallway….which apparently doubled as a play room now. There were dolls everywhere, from one end of the hallway to the other. Mukai had been there….that put a wrench in his plan. He didn't want to discuss any of this in front of her. She was a little mockingbird. Whatever you said around her got repeated to others…including the kids…and Sho did not need to know about this…and Fukuda did not want to deal with Shigeko once she learned about…all of this….

Thankfully Touichirou's office was empty of both Mukai and her adoptive mother.

"Tada-Fukuda. What are you doing here?" said Touichirou. He was behind his desk typing away with his powers and writing something down by hand…he was busy. He hated being bothered when he was busy…but Fukuda couldn't just sit on this. No. This was the thing that was going to oust Hatori from the inner circle…the group….possibly from all of Claw.

One down four to go.

"I came to talk to you. I know how you hate to be bothered while you're working but it's important." Said Fukuda

"Out with it. Now. I don't have a lot of time before Mukai wakes up from her nap. She said something about taking an airplane ride earlier and I assume she wants me to go with her." said Touichirou. Fukuda decided to put a pin in that. Apparently they were living their lives according to the whims of a toddler now…well better than living their lives according to the whims of a drunken twelve year old…or maybe it wasn't much different, actually, now that he thought about it. Shigeko's decision making had never been the best and she often did the most nonsensical things….well then no wonder Touichirou had bonded so well with Mukai. She was Shigeko without the drinking or drug use…not that he could do anything about that besides complain….

One thing at a time.

"Hatori told me something very personal about you. I just thought that you needed to know." Said Fukuda. Touichirou stopped working, put everything down, and gave Fukuda his full attention. Aurally it was sort of painful but nothing that he wasn't used to…and nothing that wasn't going to be more than worth it once all of this was over.

"What did he tell you?" asked Touichirou

"Something extremely personal that I know you wouldn't want me to know." Said Fukuda

"What could he have possibly told you about me that you don't already know? You know everything about me." Said Touichirou. He said it without any emotion whatsoever. Flat fact…..well that was what it was. Fukuda knew Touichirou better than he knew himself. They'd been together for so long that…that there couldn't have been any truth to what Hatori had said. Fukuda would have known already. Hatori had lied…and there were few things in this world that Suzuki hated more than a liar.

"He told me that you were bisexual and that you had feelings for me. I mean I know that it can't possibly be true but I thought that you needed to be informed. He is spreading lies about you after all." said Fukuda. Touichirou was still…stone still…and his pupils were practically nonexistent. He was thinking deeply about something…..most likely about how deep to dig the hole Hatori would be spending the rest of his life in.

"He lied right to my face, I think he did it in order to-" said Fukuda

"He didn't lie." Said Touichirou. Fukuda…felt like he may have had another heart attack. His heart had stopped and his body went numb…his lungs stopped working…everything stopped working. If his body hadn't gone so rigid he would have toppled over. This was…..Touichirou didn't lie but…but this was….this was….

Fukuda had no idea what in the every loving fuck he was supposed to do with this information….so he did nothing and instead focused on not dying.

"Wh…what are you…what do you mean?" asked Fukuda. This must have been just….just a Suzuki-ism. One of those weird moments that came with being his friend…or whatever they were now. That was it. It wasn't like….like Touichirou had feelings for him….if he did then….then he had no idea what he even could have done…

"I'm bisexual. I came to this conclusion about myself after Sho came home from spending the night with another boy. I'm bisexual and I passed it down to him." said Touichirou. Fukuda…he took a step back. This was….this was not Suzuki. Suzuki had been swearing up and down, left and right, forwards and backwards that he wasn't anything other than perfectly straight. Even after their first kiss he'd said that it felt like nothing and then…and then that should have been the end of it! They were half a decade away from being fifty years old! What in the hell…what in the hell did he think he was doing bringing this up now? And…..and why…why would he…

Fukuda needed air.

"Sho…Sho isn't bisexual." Said Fukuda. That was all that he could come up with. He needed air, clearly his brain wasn't getting enough. He was arguing for the sake of arguing….he needed rest…he needed air….he couldn't breathe or think….he didn't have enough space…

And Suzuki's aura wasn't helping.

"Yes he is. He has a girlfriend and he cheated on her with a boy. That makes him bisexual…and he gets it from me….so in a way this is all my fault." Said Touichirou

"This is….this isn't….how can you be…how do you even know that you're bisexual? You've never once been attracted to another man and-" said Fukuda

"I have." Said Suzuki

"Who? Who could you have possibly been-" said Fukuda

"You, Tadashi, I'm attracted to you." Said Suzuki. He said it and…and that was that. There was no way to take it back. Suzuki wasn't going to say 'just kidding' and then they'd both laugh. Suzuki didn't make jokes….he didn't even know how. For a moment Fukuda even hoped, wished, prayed, that he was on that hidden camera show he used to watch when he'd been a kid….that would have been perfect…but he wasn't. This was life. This was his life and….and Suzuki had just…just confessed to him and…and there was nothing at all that he could do.

He was Shimazaki in this situation.

Well….no. He was the man that Shimazaki would have been if he hadn't been willingly with Shigeko. She was powerful, the second most powerful human being on Earth, and it wasn't like anyone could have possibly said no to her. Even Fukuda…if she….the thought makes his organs want to evacuate his body but it's the truth. There wasn't a damn thing that he could have done to stop her….just like there wasn't a damn thing he could have said or done to make Suzuki just…just….

To make Suzuki sit back down.

"Um….what? I mean what-what are you…what are you saying, Suzuki?" asked Fukuda. Suzuki got up and walked around his desk. Each step he took drove Fukuda one step back…but Suzuki was undeterred. He stepped forward…and he wasn't stopping, it seemed, until Fukuda stopped…so that was what he did. He stopped right in the middle of the office. He had crushed several crayons, he could feel them under his shoes, but he didn't care. How could he when…when all of THIS was happening.

Suzuki was staring at him.

"I'm saying that I've come to the conclusion that I…find you attractive and have for some time…I don't know what sort of attraction it is, physical or romantic, and I don't care to examine the emotions that come to me when you're near." Said Suzuki. Fukuda nodded. That was….alright then. Then they could just…they could just pretend that this had never happened, in that case. They could just go on with their lives…they could go on with their lives like nothing at all had happened….like nothing at all was going to happen….and nothing was going to happen!

Suzuki was standing way too close…but that didn't mean that anything was going to happen.

"We….you don't have to. You can forget I said anything and then we can just….pretend that this never happened. Just…just pretend that I never said anything." Said Fukuda

"I wish that it were so simple….but I can't. I can't forget what you said…or what you did." Said Suzuki

"What…what did I do? If I did something to encourage-" said Fukuda

"You betrayed me….and no matter what I do when I think of you my mind constantly revisits that fact…that day…your actions." Said Suzuki. Fukuda's lungs found the air that they had been starved of, his heart regained the ability to beat, and his body's entire muscular system unlocked. Again with this? He…he was tired of explaining himself…but that was what was going to happen! It felt like, looked like, seemed like, he was going to be explaining himself for the rest of his life…and…and he didn't want to! He….he…

He was done explaining himself.

"Suzuki…I'm sorry, ok? I know what I did was wrong and there's no way that I can justify breaking your trust so I won't even try to. I've had some time to think about it and, yes, I betrayed you. I broke your trust and that's the most valuable thing that you could have given me. I know that there's no way I can fix what I broke…and I know that there's no way that I can earn your forgiveness….but I'm asking you for it. So please…can we just put this whole thing behind us?" asked Fukuda. There. He was tired of explaining himself…and now he wouldn't have to. He didn't believe a word that came out of his mouth, of course, but sometimes pragmatic choices had to be made…and that included the choice to lie. He didn't know what else he could have done. Suzuki was never going to see reason….

So, really, lying through his teeth was the only real option.

"Tadashi…." Said Suzuki. Fukuda braced himself. Maybe this would be the time that Suzuki saw through him…maybe this would be the day….actually he would have welcomed it. At least if Suzuki was planning to beat him up then they could come off of the whole 'bisexual' thing….yeah….Suzuki beating him up would have been the best course of action for all involved.

Suzuki didn't beat him up.

Sure he got closer….but there was nothing at all violent about his aura. He was focused…hyper focused. His eyes were doing that thing they did…he had hardly any pupils at all. He was focused…and he was getting closer. He got closer and closer until he was fully within Fukuda's personal space….and he got even closer still.

Even after all these years Suzuki still smelled like ketchup.

"Tadashi….thank you." Said Suzuki. There was something in his voice….something that Fukuda had never heard before…and something in his eyes that Fukuda had never seen before. Fukuda didn't want to see or hear any of this anymore. He needed…he needed to get out. Suzuki was all around him, pinning him down, it felt like. His presence, his body, his aura…all of it surrounded Fukuda…all of Suzuki on every single side of him…it was suffocating. He wished that it was, that he suffocated. He couldn't die from that but he could at least pass out.

"There's no need to-" said Fukuda

"Yes, yes there is. I've….I've been waiting to hear those words from you for…for months now so…so thank you….and I forgive you." Said Suzuki. He was so close that Fukuda could smell the ever present smell of ketchup and…was he using women's soap now? He smelled like a woman…like lavender and…lilac? Well that was….something. This whole thing was…it was….it was….

It was something…but nothing good.

"Thank you for forgiving me. I'll just leave you to your-" said Fukuda. He had been about to give himself an out, remind Suzuki how incredibly important and busy he was, how he shouldn't have been wasting his valuable time on the likes of Fukuda….he had been about to do so but he never got the chance. Suzuki had taken that last step and closed the gap between them.

He still tasted like ketchup.

It was an opened mouthed kiss but not a deep one, thank God. He didn't know what he would have done if Suzuki had tongue kissed him…he didn't know what he was supposed to do now! Suzuki had his hands on either side of Fukuda's face…and he was kissing him. His eyes were closed…Fukuda's were wide opened…and he wasn't kissing back. He knew, in the back of his mind, that he needed to kiss Suzuki back….that it was socially acceptable to kiss someone back when they kissed you…but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't move.

Suzuki didn't seem to mind. He kept it up. He kept their mouths pressed together in the most awkward kiss of their lives…of their history together. This was…this was worse than the first time….worse than the time at the planetarium….worse than the first time they tried getting drunk…this was even worse than last Halloween. This must have set the record for the most awkward kiss in Japan, no, in the entire world.

And he just kept GOING.

His hands went from the side of Fukuda's face to his shoulders. He still had his eyes closed….and he still kept it up….didn't he need air! He….Fukuda needed air….he tried to back away but Suzuki grabbed him and pulled him close…oh. Ok. There was his tongue….yup…that was his tongue that was currently invading Fukuda's mouth…pinning his tongue back. He'd had ketchup and eggs for breakfast again…and possibly lunch too….if he'd even had lunch yet…maybe that would be the thing that got him to stop. Hunger. Maybe he would break away and declare it to be lunchtime and then-

If anything he got closer.

He pulled Fukuda close and….well then. Alright…so he hadn't been lying about the bisexual thing. That was….that was…something that was pressed against him. He tried to take a step back but he was pulled forward….Suzuki was walking backward now and taking Fukuda with him. They broke apart, for a precious second, as Suzuki pulled him back. That was all that it was, though, a second. Long enough for them both to get some air in but not nearly long enough for either of them to get a single word out…not that Suzuki was in a talking mood. No, his tongue was too busy trying to win against Fukuda's tongue….well he could win if he wanted to. Fukuda would have forfeited if he could have.

But there was no forfeiting.

Suzuki's hands were racing up and down his back now, his chest, his sides, every part of his body that he could get his hands on. His back was to his desk….and he was sitting on it. Fukuda had never thought too much about the height difference between the two of them, he'd always been taller even when they'd been kids, but now they were eye to eye…well open eye to closed eye…Suzuki wasn't going to open his eye. Thank God. Fukuda….Fukuda had no idea how he could have possibly opened his eyes…how he could have looked Suzuki in the eye right now…or after this…even though they were practically eye to eye now. He had raised himself up to his desk and…and he had the presence of mind to do that. He was…..thinking…planning and…and his hands were moving WAY too far south now…

Suzuki had found his belt.

Suzuki's hands had found his belt and his mouth had found his neck. That was…way too hard. Suzuki had, apparently, turned into a vampire at some point. Fukuda could feel hickeys forming….Suzuki hadn't left hickeys since they'd been kids…though he hadn't even been this enthusiastic back then. There wasn't any rhyme or reason or rhythm to it. Wherever he found skin he bit and sucked…and touched. Well he was still looking for skin to touch…he was still touching Fukuda's belt buckle…

He was undoing it.

Fukuda felt his hand right on the waistband of his boxers….that had been the thing. The line. The line that he just…he could not cross. That was the thing to make him take a step back, or a jump. That had been the thing to break Suzuki out of whatever spell he'd been under. He had his eyes opened now….and he was staring….his aura had gone completely still. He was sitting on his desk with their combined saliva all over his face and….other results of whatever that had been. His eyes were wide…his face was pure white…and he was shaking….

The entire room, no, the entire building was shaking.

"Suzuki-" said Fukuda. The floor under him was shaking…the city was shaking…he could see it. It wasn't just the window…it was…Tokyo. Tokyo was shaking and…and he was Japanese. He knew what his was. This was…this was an earthquake.

The earth had moved….was moving…and not in a good way.

"Get out." Said Suzuki quietly. He wasn't looking at Fukuda anymore. His eyes weren't focused on anything. He had his arms around himself…defensively…vulnerable. He felt vulnerable right now….HE was the one who felt vulnerable?! He wasn't the one who'd just had his best friend's tongue in his mouth, his hands across his entire body, and his erection pressed into him! Suzuki…he was the one who….this whole thing had been his idea! It had always been his idea and….and Fukuda…he hadn't done anything!

"Suzuki-" said Fukuda as he took one shaking step forward. This wasn't good…and it didn't matter how he felt. He needed to stop this before Tokyo sank back into the ocean or…or whatever else Suzuki was capable of happened.

"I said get out!" shouted Suzuki. Fukuda saw red, the red of Suzuki's aura, and the next thing he knew he was out in the hallway. There were broken dolls all around him…and the door slammed shut. There was the sound of furniture being dragged around…whether that was Suzuki barricading himself in, throwing a tantrum, or the result of the earthquake Fukuda didn't know….and he didn't care to know. It was getting worse, the shaking…and there was nothing that he could do….nothing but ride it out and hope for the best….

Not a productive course of action but the only one that he could take.