Yukifumi was walking slowly to the parking lot late that afternoon. It was an hour and a half past their dismissal, but his band had stayed after school to practice. Seems they couldn't hold in till next week. He felt in his pocket for his keys, and as he was about to unlock the door of his car, someone called from behind him.

"Hey, prince!"

Yukifumi turned around and saw Sakuya behind him.

"Sakuya! What're you doing here at this hour?"

"Isn't it obvious? I was waiting for you." He stepped closer. "You ran out so fast this morning, you disappeared the rest of the day, and damn did you make me wait for hours after class."

"Hours, Sakuya?" Yukifumi smiled, amused. "More like one and a half."

"Whatever. I'm not a patient guy."

"So...why were you waiting for me? You want to show me something again?" Yukifumi leaned back against his car, adopting a laid back posture.

"Maybe." He fell silent.

"What's wrong? It's not like you to be so quiet. Or could you be thinking about what I said earlier?"

"...Maybe."

"Hey, are you really okay? I mean, what is my confession to you, anyway? You've heard a number of them in the past, I'm sure."

"Yeah, I did," Sakuya admitted. "But you can't expect me to feel nothing about them."

"O-ho, so does this mean you felt something about my confession?" Yukifumi's eyes twinkled. It was kind of fun to tease Sakuya since he was showing some unusual reactions.

Sakuya looked up and met his gaze squarely. Then he gave a self-confident smirk and drawled, "Something like that. You really want to know what I think, prince?"

Yukifumi's heart pounded. Sakuya never failed to surprise him. Just when he thought the other was vulnerable, he would revert to his old arrogant self.

"Try me."

Sakuya stepped closer and closer until he was standing right in front of Yukifumi. He stood on tiptoes so his mouth was close to the side of Yukifumi's face. Yukifumi stiffened but made no signs of moving away. Sakuya chuckled and Yukifumi got an inkling of what his friends have been warning him about Sakuya's seductive nature.

His mouth was so close that Yukifumi could feel his breath. In the end he could do nothing, after all, but keep his eyes shut and wait, his thoughts lost in the rhythm of his beating heart.

"Are you gonna freak out if I kiss you again?" came Sakuya's soft voice.

"Don't ask me such questions. Cause then I'll really freak out."

"Who said I couldn't wish for something I couldn't have?" he whispered in Yukifumi's ear. Then quietly, Sakuya pulled back and put his hands in his pockets. He started to whistle to a tune of a ballad then he sang,

"If wishes aren't meant

To be whispered to shooting stars

Let the rest of my dreams

Fade away

'Coz I couldn't possibly get them

With hands as cold as ice

Slipping through my fingers

The rest of my dreams

Fade away

Hm...would you let me sing to you?

Would you let me hold you

Hold you

My dream, don't slip away

But if you do

And by chance we meet again,

I'll sing to you again

My dream..."

Yukifumi listened, stunned beyond words. Here was Sakuya: a guy who didn't exist in his mind not too long ago and had no part whatsoever in his life. But now, just by singing he made Yukifumi feel indescribable happiness. Is that enough reason to say that Sakuya was now a major part of him?

An almost affectionate smile played around the corners of his lips.

Maybe...

"Is that your answer, Ookouchi Sakuya?"

"You could say that."

Yukifumi flashed back to the time of his confession and recalled that Sakuya was scribbling on a piece of paper. All along, maybe, he had wanted to make a song for him. If it was really for him. Then again, he had no doubts about that.

Yukifumi smiled for real this time. "Hey, it just crossed my mind. Instead of waiting in the parking lot 'for hours', why didn't you just to our music studio? You know that's the only place I frequently go to after class."

"What, and be forced to sing in your vocalist's place again? No way!"

Yukifumi laughed as he caught the mock angry expression on Sakuya's face and wished he could capture the moment and seal it away in a magic box which only he could open.

As it was with things he didn't want to let go of.

The days that followed were the same, just a notch brighter in Yukifumi's eyes. He still had his problems with his father, and sometimes he still hears people talking about him and Sakuya and trying to guess the relationship they have.

'They'll never know,' he thought, smiling to himself. 'Because even I don't.'

The most valuable piece of memory he had of Sakuya was when he (Sakuya) showed him a vulnerable part of himself one clear night in the park where people slept, drank, and talked. He was fiddling with Yukifumi's guitar when he suddenly asked softly, so softly, only Yukifumi could have heard him.

"Yuki, why?"

It was a vague question but Yukifumi understood it. The manner in which he spoke it and the fact that he had called Yukifumi by his name for the first time said it all.

Why are you with me?

The answer was so clear to him. He knew it a long, long time ago.

"Sakuya's music makes me happy," he answered simply. And Sakuya's music is Sakuya himself, he finished in his head.

It was one of the rare moments they had when they do seem open to each other.

And off to the magic box it shall go!