Disclaimer: I'd love to say I own FY, but then people would start suing and then I'd run out of money, and then me and my mom would be sent out on the streets, and then we won't have anything to eat, and then we'd die of hunger and then…uh…you get the idea…^_^'

Notes: Okay, let's just say this would be a new shock to Hisaki…

PART SIX

The door to Hisou's room opened with a loud 'bang!' Revealing an evidently-crossed Hisaki on the other side, "What the hell's wrong with ya, man?! You've been hiding in yer goddamn cave for forty-eight fuckin years!"

Hisou looked up from his cramped position in front of the computer, "Hey, 'Saki. Could you close the door? A bit gentler this time, please."

Hisaki stared pointedly at his best friend and very gently closed the door, guiding it all the way till he heard the *click* "What the hell's the matter, man? It's a weekend, ya hafta be outside, playin with yer goddamn playmates, but noooo ya hadta be here, cooped up in front of tha' goddamn monitor."

"I missed a lot of schoolwork last week, I have to catch up. Besides, I only have one paper to finish," Hisou said, a bit distracted. Hisaki stomped over to where he was sitting and peered over at the screen. Seeing nothing interesting, he just went over to the bed and plopped himself. "What's that for, anyway?"

"Lit."

"Lit? Ain't that the one yer supposed to submit last—AAAAAAHHHHHH!" he screeched, pointing accusing fingers at Hisou. Startled from the sudden outburst, Hisou turned to his best friend, "What?"

"Y-ya fuckin forgot to pass a paper?! You, fuckin Mr. I-only-get-straight-A's-thank-you?! I can't fuckin believe this…"

Hisou rolled his eyes, "Aw, 'Saki, get a life. Anyway, you're right, but things got in the way, what with Houki and the trips to the PD and stuff." He said and turned back to the screen.

Hisaki sat up from his position on the bed, "Oh yeah, where's the squirt anyway? Haven't seen her since she was stupid enough to get shot."

Hisou did a final check at his paper before clicking on the print button and filling the printer with paper, "In her room. Mom won't let her go out just yet. She's probably on the phone again, conveying her latest exploits to a classmate. You should hear her, she sounded like she just saved the world from total destruction or something," he said, chuckling.

Glancing up at the clock, Hisaki stood up and straightened his shirt, "I'm gonna go over there. And when I come back I HOPE yer done with that fuckin assignment! Honestly Hisou, ya never seem to give a rat's ass bout yer studies no more, that ain't fuckin good."

Hisou threw a pillow at him. He grinned.

As he was heading to the direction of Hisou and Houki's shared bathroom, grinning, when he passed by Hisou's study table. Notebooks, books, and other notes were strewn all over. From where he was standing, he could make out one with notes on one page, and sketches of a person on another.

Hisou was very good at drawing. When they were seven, their parents enrolled them to an art class, while Hisou got the highest marks, and most of his drawings on display, Hisaki did nothing but mess the place up, always initiating a paint war with the other kids.

He was about to touch the door handle, something registered. Was that…?

Nah…it couldn't be.

…could it?

…

No, it couldn't, right? I mean, it's just not possible. Besides…

But, he knew what he saw. He may look like an idiot, but that doesn't mean that he is one. He knew what he saw, and he saw—

Hisaki slowly walked back to the desk, and looked closely at the notebook—

The sound of the chair falling brought him back to reality. He blinked at the person staring back at him. The next thing he knew, Hisou snatched the notebook, red-faced.

Hisaki looked at his best friend, all the while trying to digest what he had just seen.

They've known each other since they were young. In diapers, even. Their parents both came to the U.S. from Japan. They've been classmates since preschool. They've spent waaaay too many sleepovers than he can remember. They knew all about each other.

At least, that was what he thought.

He looked at Hisou, eyes wide, face red, mouth agape. He was pretty sure he looked just the same, surprised. Because that's just exactly how he feels.

No, not surprised. Angry, frustrated, disappointed, confused. Surprised wasn't even big enough to cover what he was feeling right now.

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Hisou attempted to start a string of apologies, but all that came out of his mouth was a weak, " 'Saki…"

His best and oldest friend stared at him, disgust evidently imprinted on his face. He didn't know what to do. Hell, he didn't even know what to say.

He had wanted to tell Hisaki about it, he was just trying to come up with the courage to do so. He really wanted his best friend in the world to know about it, but not this way. He was supposed to tell him and face the consequences. But never, in his entire life, did he imagine Hisaki would find out about it this way.

He was as surprised when he found out himself. Who could accept something like this? This wasn't normal. It wasn't how things were supposed to be.

Hisaki and him told everything about each other. It was a pact they had since childhood. They'd tell each other about everything, even if it would hurt the other. It was a promise they kept.

Until now.

The biggest fear Hisou had about telling Hisaki about his situation was if he would disgust Hisaki. He didn't want that. He didn't want to lose his friend. Their friendship was more important than that.

"It's not everyday you find someone who'll be your friend for life. Not even everyone gets that chance. You two, you were given that chance. Don't let it slip away." His mother told them when they were young.

" 'Saki-chan, promise me. We'll tell each other everything!"

"Hai. And Hisou-chan, we'll be friends for life."

Children's laughter.

Seeing that Hisou had no plans of telling him what's going on, Hisaki straightened up, set his jaw and walked over to the door. He gave one final glance at his friend, face still held with the same anger.

Hisou was startled from his reverie when he heard Hisaki shift. He couldn't bear to look at the other's angry eyes, set jaw, and rigid posture. He didn't even turn when Hisaki walked around him, to his bedroom door.

But he flinched when he heard the door slam.

AN: Okay, guess what Hisaki found on the notebook. So…whatcha think? Good? Bad? Well, don't tell it to yourself, for Pete's sake, review!