Yukito handed his ticket to the man at the counter and smiled as Simon's hand slid around his slender waist. Mike and Chris were standing nearby to see them off, and Mike's disappointment was as visible as Yukito's excitement. Simon set his bags on the conveyeur belt and kissed Yuki on the cheek . "Go on, love. I'm just going to say good-bye to these two."

Yukito nodded, returning Simon's kiss and walking onto the plane, sitting down. Simon was practically beaming. Chris smiled and hugged Simon tightly. "Take care of yourself...Okay?"

"Will do." Simon hugged him back. Mike waited until Chris had walked to the car before looking at Simon with a cold expression in his eyes. "Well? Where's my hug?"

He shrugged. "Probably on the plane, waiting for you."

"What's your problem?" Simon blinked, looking faintly hurt.

Mike shook his head. "I'm going to be late.. my boyfriend's meeting me on campus in ten minutes."

"....boyfriend?"

"You think I'm going to wait for you to give a shit about me, Simon? I don't have forever." Mike smiled ruefully and shook his head again. "Have fun in Japan. Sayonara." He walked away into the crowd. Simon sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"I love you too." He muttered under his breath before boarding the plane. Yukito was already on his fourth bag of airline peanuts. "Hey." He smiled faintly, kissing the silver-haired man's cheek.

"Everything okay?" Yukito caught the look in Simon's eyes. Simon nodded, squeezing Yuki's hand lightly. "You excited?"

"Little nervous." He admitted. And hurt.. and..maybe I don't belong with you, Yuki.. maybe you deserve someone better.."I'll probably sleep the whole way there."

Yukito smiled warmly at him, and Simon felt some of his pain just melt away.. "Alright. Sweet dreams, Simon." He pressed his lips against Simon's chin and looked out the window as they took off.. He was practically squirming with excitement..Finally.. he was going home..



Simon dialed the number in London with a sigh.. he couldn't take anymore of this facade.. pretending he was someone he wasn't.. living with someone who was too good to be true.. "Hey, it's me.."

"Simon, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure. Meet me at the airport, okay?"

Mike sighed. "Yeah." He muttered, and the line went dead. Simon sighed and left the note on the counter for Yukito to read before walking out of the house, calling for a taxi. He watched the house slowly drift off into the distance, and he sighed.

"I'm sorry, Yuki.. I'm so sorry..but it's for the best.. " He said softly, leaning his head against the windowpane. He didn't say another word until he got back to London.. Mike was standing in the rain, waiting for him, holding an umbrella. Simon walked to him, standing beside him, letting the raindrops hit his skin.

"You all right?" Mike asked softly.

"I shouldn't have left." Simon slumped against him, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I belong here."

"Si.." Mike frowned, hugging him tightly. People raised a few eyebrows as they saw the dark-haired boy embracing the sobbing blonde, but no comments were made. Mike walked him to the car, where Simon sat silently, his eyes looking dead. "Simon.. you.. loved him, didn't you?"

"Of course I did."

"Then why.."

"I don't want to talk about it... it doesn't matter."

Mike nodded faintly and continued driving. "You wanna stay with me for a couple days?"

"No.. I'll stay at my flat.. I'll be fine." He climbed out and grabbed his suitcase, walking into the townhouse without another glance. As soon as the door shut behind him, he collapsed against it, sobbing brokenly. What did he have left? Mike was still mad at him.. Yuki would hate him forever..

He needed a warning sign.. Warning: Do not fall in love..you'll only hurt people...