Heaven Only Knows

Heaven Only Knows

By: Raiha-chan

Italicized words indicate thoughts.

//Blah// indicates flashback speeches/sequences.

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[Chapter Seven: Only Time]

"I hope everything turns out okay," Rui said, as he pet Kitsune's silky white fur absent-mindedly.

"We'll just have to hope for the best," Miki shrugged, as she busied herself with the hotel registry. "In any case, if they both like each other, they'll be together without a doubt. It's only a matter of time."

"But you know Yuki's problems. They would only hinder things."

"He's over-worrying himself. He'll come around soon."

The 'hopefully' was left unsaid.

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Towa watched their lead guitarist closely. It had been the fifth time Yuki had missed a note and a beat completely. Sakuya had called for a break earlier, allowing Yuki time to leave and get some fresh air. The blonde bassist had followed him out to find what was wrong with him. And so far, Yuki wasn't giving much answers.

"Are you feeling ill?" Towa asked for the third time. All he had as an answer was a slow shake of the other man's head. "Yuki, tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing," Yuki looked up at the blonde. "I'm fine, really."

"Look…" Towa started. "I just want you to know, if you have anything troubling you, I can help. Or if you just want someone to listen, I'll be here and will gladly lend you my ear."

//I'll be here//

Yuki smiled and nodded at the bassist. "I will. Don't worry."

The blonde bassist doesn't seem in the least bit convinced as he continued to study the other man carefully. Finally, he stood. "Let's head back. Santa's probably getting annoyed right now."

The guitarist laughed. "Aa, we should head back, shouldn't we?" The pair entered the building once more and went into the underground studio. When Yuki appeared in the doorway of the studio, all conversation ceased as five heads turned to him expectantly.

Yuki coughed. "Um…sorry about before. I guess I was too distracted…"

Sakuya spared him a glance before signaling for the recording to start yet again.

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//Sometimes, you can't just think about other's feelings and completely forgetting about yours. You're as human as the other one is//

"Yuki," Towa repeated for the fifth time. The other man still didn't response. Towa sighed then shook Yuki's shoulder roughly. "Yuki!"

The guitarist jumped, startled. "Towa? What's wrong?"

"I should be asking you that. Are you really sure you're okay?"

"Yes," Yuki nodded.

"Don't forget what I said," Towa said. When Yuki gave him a confused look, the blonde let out a mental sigh. "I'll be here if you need anything. You know I'll listen."

"Oh, that," was all Yuki said.

"Yes, that. What on earth is wrong with you? You know what? I'm not leaving this place until you tell me what's wrong."

"Towa!" Yuki protested. "I'm fine, really!"

"I don't believe you."

//I don't believe you!//

//Just three simple words. It won't hurt to say them//

//Yuki…//

"Yuki!" Towa huffed. Not again… Why does he keep spacing out like this? Today will be the day I get some answers! [1]

Yuki's attention snapped back as his cheek stung from the blow. Holding his left cheek lightly, the guitarist looked up at Towa.

"You will tell me what's wrong," Towa narrowed his eyes to dangerous slits. "Whether you like it or not, you will tell me."

An angry Towa is not a pretty Towa… Yuki decided.

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//I understand you want what's best for her but realize that in the process of doing so, you're only hurting yourself//

//Love can't be forced. He doesn't love her and he probably never will//

//When was the last time you really lost someone you loved?//

//Dreams are nothing//

The words kept ringing over and over in his head. He knew both of them were right and yet…in the end, he still couldn't do it. Call him a coward but he just doesn't want to see anyone hurt. Was that so wrong?

Yuki rolled over in his bed, attempting to drown out the words that kept repeating itself like a mantra in his head.

Dreams were nothing.

That was what Towa had said and Miki implied. But his dreams had felt so real that he can barely differentiate between it and reality now.

Getting up from the bed, Yuki padded softly into the living room where the only light source had came from the laptop. The guitarist sat down in front of the still opened machine. His fingers rose and froze just as quickly over the keys, a silent debate going on within him.

Finally, he typed in three words that he's been wanting to say since the very beginning.

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//I give up//

Miki wanted to smash the computer. Sometimes, men infuriates her so. Some men can be so damn weak they may as well be women.

"Miki? What's wrong?" Rui asked, concerned, as he passed by the counter on his way back from seeing Hiroshi off. The young man's vacation was almost over and he needed to return to Japan as quickly as possible to prepare for his final year in school.

"Nothing," the blue-haired girl shook her head, still fuming. "Absolutely nothing at all." Rui gave her an unconvinced look then decided to just let it go and left the room.

Akira came whizzing by at the same moment Rui disappeared upstairs. He was about to annoy his sister again like he does so every day. But one look at the said girl was enough to shut him up and cause him to run as fast as he could upstairs.

Miki ignored her younger brother's nervousness that was just dripping so blatantly from him. Her dark blue eyes continued its staring at the flicking screen and those three words.

Her anger dissipated as quickly as it had came, as she suddenly feel extremely exhausted.

If that's the way he'll end up feeling, then why did I even spend so much time trying to convince him otherwise?

All those words spent are completely worthless and lost now.

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//I give up//

Towa wanted to hit something. Anything will do for him. As long as his fist connected with something solid, anything will be good.

Instead, he stood quickly while shutting off his computer. Quick strides took him to the door in less than one minute and he was out of the building just as quickly.

His legs took him to a place he knew well, even though he's only been there once and that was just standing outside the tall building complex.

After asking the security guard politely where the apartment of a 'Okouchi Sakuya' was, Towa stepped into the elevator and waited rather impatiently as the numbers ticked off.

Finding the number he was given earlier by the guard downstairs, Towa knocked on the door rapidly. When he heard no movements inside, he knocked again. But there was still no response.

The blonde reached for the knob and turned it, finding it unlocked. He stepped inside, uninvited, and glanced around the dark room. The curtains were half opened and only a small amount of light was emitted into the room.

But right there beside the bed was a shadow that could only be one thing.

"Sakuya," Towa said, in a tight voice.

The figure didn't answer, as he was completely absorbed by the music playing loudly in his MD player. With one quick move, the blonde bassist ripped the earplugs off him and threw the MD player across the room.

It was only then that the other man responded.

"Towa," Sakuya's voice betrayed no emotion but his eyes told the blonde exactly how angry and annoyed he was.

"You didn't answer the door," was all the bassist then before he grabbed a fistful of Sakuya's shirt.

The younger man didn't faze as he continued to stare steadily up at the blonde. His head snapped to the right when Towa punched him hard.

"If you love him, you'll tell him and pull him out of his misery."

Blue eyes widened as Sakuya froze in shock. When he finally managed to re-compose himself, the blonde was already gone and the question died from his lips.

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"A picnic in the park is a nice break from all those recording!" Atsuro chirped cheerfully. Yuka nodded, just as cheerful, beside her younger brother. The two never seemed to have noticed the ominous feeling that was clouding over two of the guys.

"Too bad Yuki-san can't come," Aine said, as she handed Sakuya a drink. When told that they were going to have a picnic on Sunday afternoon, Yuki had said that he wasn't feeling too well and declined politely.

"Aa," Yuka nodded. She was the one who had called the guitarist. To her, Yuki didn't sound sick but somewhat…sad? Yuka couldn't place the emotion she heard in Yuki's voice but one thing is for sure. Yuki was not sick, as he had let the others believed.

The group fell into a comfortable conversation as they picked occasionally at the food and drink spread out before them. The entire time, only two people spoke no words either to each other or to the others.

Towa was still angry. He knew why Yuki didn't want to come. For Yuki, it was already terrible that he had to see Sakuya most of the days during the week. Of course he would snatch the opportunity to be away from him, even if just for one day.

Sakuya was still thinking back on what the blonde bassist had told him. He never fully understood the blonde's words but knew well enough whom the blonde had been speaking about.

Call it a hunch, if you will.

Before he left, Towa had mentioned a misery on Yuki's part but the vocalist never understood what that was supposed to mean.

The current conversation ceased as Towa stood abruptly.

"Gomen but I just remembered I had to do something," Towa bowed deeply. "If you'll excuse me…" With one final wave, the blonde left the area, leaving five bewildered pairs of eyes staring at his retreating back.

"I wonder what's up with him," Santa muttered. He looked up again when another person stood.

Without even bothering to say a single word of departure to the others, Sakuya took big and rapid strides out of the park.

"Is there like some sort of meeting we're forgetting?" Atsuro asked, truly confused now.

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It didn't take long to catch up with the bassist as he was waiting by the park entrance. It was as if Towa knew Sakuya would come after him.

"Sakuya," Towa said, as he saw the pair of feet appeared beside him. The blonde pushed away from the brick wall he was leaning on and turned to face the man.

"Towa," Sakuya greeted, jamming his fists into his pockets. "I think you have some explaining to do."

"Do I now?" Towa rose an eyebrow. "Perhaps you have it the other way around, Sakuya-san." The vocalist's eyes narrowed in response.

"If you will," Towa turned. "I don't believe this is the place to speak. My place is closer. We will go there if you wouldn't mind."

"Iie," was all Sakuya said as the pair started their walk.

"But there's someone I want to speak with first," Towa stated, as he led the two towards where a certain guitarist lived.

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"Towa?" Yuki blinked sleepily at the man outside his door. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to that picnic?"

"I'm sorry if I woke you…" Towa trailed off. What on earth is he doing, sleeping at almost 3 PM in the afternoon?

"It's alright," Yuki shook his head as he let the blonde in. Towa didn't miss the relief he heard in the guitarist's voice.

Another 'dream' perhaps?

"So, what are you doing here?" Yuki asked again, as he entered the kitchen and began taking out two cups from the cabinets. The coffeepot stood next to him, its contents cold.

"I'm going to tell him," Towa said, as he sat himself down onto the sofa. He noted, with a rather delighted satisfaction, the sudden sound of glass shattering. Yuki's head popped out soon.

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me," the blonde held the other man's gaze steadily.

"You can't! Towa, you promised me you wouldn't say a single word to anyone!"

"Don't forget what you said last night. You've completely given up on him, haven't you? So why should it matter now whether I tell him or not?"

"But--!"

"I just thought you should know," Towa interrupted. He stood from his seat and walked over to the door, opening it. "It doesn't matter anymore now, does it?"

Yuki watched in horror as the blonde closed the door behind him.

//It doesn't matter anymore now, does it?//

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"Oneechan?" Akira called, as he entered the lobby. His older sister was by her usual seat -- at the computer -- again. "What're they saying now?"

"Towa," Miki explained, "said he's going to tell him."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't matter anymore. Yuki have already given up. There's no point in hiding a dead secret anymore."

Akira walked over to his sister, glancing down the words on the screen. "What do you think is going to happen?"

"If he knows what's good for him, he won't let this chance get away. If he doesn't, then God help him. Could you possibly guess the pain that would be involved?"

"What now?"

"Towa said he'll report to us in three days if anything happens. He's willing to give Sakuya three days to decide who he'd be willing to hurt."

"And then?"

"Only time will tell."

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Towa closed the computer down and turned around in his chair to face his guest. The latter looked at him expectantly.

"You'd like me to elaborate on what I said yesterday, am I correct?" Towa asked. Only a silent nod answered him. "Before that, I have a question that only you can answer."

"Which is?" Sakuya finally spoke.

"Do you love Yuki?"

[End Chapter Seven]

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A/N: Now Towa is getting seriously OOC…

[1] Ooh…Towa is getting mad! XD