"I still have a longing for your memory.. Kizutsuku dake demo kokoro o tsutaetai yo," It was like a rippled dream being put into place. The lyrics meant everything as the sweet voice sang them. The CD placed in the SONY walkman twirled and the music berated from the headphones. The young man lie on his bed, eyes closed and head hung back on his pillow. As long as he listened to Nittle Grasper, nothing else mattered to him. The whole world seemed to have gone black and the music was his only substance of life to cling off, and he was completely happy with it. "Ima wa...hitori ni shinai de furi sosogu ame ni niware sou na... yume ashita mo kanaderu kara.."

 Some object started to shake at his hip, causing Tatsuha to have a small jump in shock. He quickly paused the CD player to look down. His cell phone, of course. He remembered he has putted the phone on vibration mode, just in case someone would call him. It was a considerate thought at the time, but someone always is always calling him. His cell phone bill could probably beat others because of the various calls of women he gets in a day, and when they call during a 'Nittle Grasper hour' is when he is the most unpleased.

 He grabbed the small, portable phone and looked at the tiny screen plastered on it."Sis?" Tatsuha asked himself as he saw his sister's number on the caller id. He had not expected her to call him; she had been not calling him for a couple days now when she usually calls him every day. "What?" he asked with annoyance as he brought the phone to his ear after pushing the 'talk' button.

 "Tatsuha," his sister's voice came in with a stern, but caring tone. "Dad said he has been trying to call the house for the past nine minutes. Where are you? Are you at some girl's house?"

Tatsuha's father had left for the next few days on the account of a Buddhist seminar among members of his family, and left his son to watch over their house.

"No, I am not at some girl's house. I was just listening to Nittle Grasper." Tatsuha said, looking down at the CD Player, which seemed to be begging for him to continue listening to it.

He heard his sister sigh, "You remember your contest prize?"

"Of course!" Tatsuha sprang up on his knees against the soft mattress of his bed, sending plastic covers from his Nittle Grasper CD cases tumbling to the ground. "I could never forget that I will be able to dine with Sakuma Ryuichi. He is my God!" The thought was then reminded to him that the exact even would be happening tomorrow night. He grinned as he looked up at his Nittle Grasper platinum poster. The band that meant everything to him, their music touched his heart, along with the man that took his heart. Sakuma Ryuichi glared down with those stone-cold eyes, and his sexy pose taunted Tatsuha. He would soon be dining with that very man, "Wow…"

"What are you talking about?" he heard his sister ask, probably due to the fact of his slip of the tongue.

Tatsuha shook his head and felt himself blush. Why was he acting so shy now? Was it because he would be seeing that very man that could make him blush tomorrow? "Uhh, it's nothing."

"All right." She said with pleasure. "Tohma told me that he will be picking you up tomorrow around six o' clock. Make sure to be ready before then." This was a stupid question, knowing Tatsuha would be ready by four o' clock.

  Tatsuha smiled, hugging onto his CD player as if it was his own child, "Okay!" he purred and hanged up on his sister, "Ryuichi-sama…" he cooed as he leaned back on his bed, and continued to listen to his Nittle Grasper CD.

                  "Yuki," Shuichi chimed as he dashed across the wooden floor of his lover's house, almost slipping along the way because of his socks. He came to a walk as he got to his workroom and opened the door, "Yuki."

 Eiri Yuki sat at his usual spot; the desk to the far end of the room, typing at his laptop. A cigarette lay in the ashtray near the computer, smoke perfuming off it, "Yuki."

"Yuki, Yuki." He mimicked Shuichi in a witty, annoyed way. He had to hear that word at least fifty times or more a day. He ended his sentence on the keyboard and turned around in his seat to look at him. "What do you want?"

Shuichi took the time to sliver right up next to Yuki, rubbing against him arm in a play manner. "Hey Yuki, have you seen my lyrics anywhere? I seemed to misplace them and Sakano-san and K-san instructed me to have them done by Monday."

 "How would I know where they are?" Yuki shrugged the boy off his arm, where he was practically attached. "Haven't you thought that maybe you losing your lyrics is for the better," he picked up his cigarette and inserted it into his mouth. "It would save a lot of brain damage for fans."

Shuichi just sighed at his remark. He and Yuki always quarrel about how bad his lyrics are. It did not really bother him anymore. Yuki always had an evil smirk whenever he said something about it, just asking for an argument. I guess that rather meant that he did not mean any harm by it, not trying to hurt Shuichi in any way. "It does not cause brain damage. How would you know?"

"I get a migraine every time I read some of your lyrics, that's how."

Shuichi let out a long, hard whimper and hit Yuki on the arm, which seemed not to faze him. "I get a migraine by reading one sentence of your books!" And after that, he ran out of the room to search for his lyrics elsewhere.

"That is because they are too complicated for you." Yuki remarked to the air, and turned to continue working on his book for the deadline coming up.

Shuichi, on the other hand, was stuffing his face into the cushions of the couch, searching for his lost lyrics. "They got to be around the house somewhere," he told himself so he would not be doubtful. "I remember bringing them home." He sat up on the couch, pondering on just where he might have left them. "Maybe I left them in the kitchen." Shuichi thought and skipped into the kitchen. He started to look around the dining table, making sure not to leave anything unchecked. He stopped abruptly when he heard a faint knock at the door. "I'll get it!" he exclaimed so that Yuki could hear him, and stopped his searching for now and went to the door. He opened the door quickly and grew a large grin at the person who stood before him, "Sakuma-san!"

"Hi Shuichi!" The man exclaimed with utter happiness, throws his Kumagorou up in the air, and catches him. "I came to see you, just to make sure you are all right."

Shuichi scratched the back of his head, "If I am all right? What do you mean?" He looked towards him, but soon found out that he was gone from the door way and jumping on the couch.

"You are not coming tonight, right?" Ryuichi asked, jumping up and down with the pink bunny perfectly staying on his head. "I thought maybe you were sick or something, resulting in you could not go. I came here to visit you and see if you are okay."

Shuichi shook his head. "No, I am fine."

Ryuichi jumped from the couch, and right in front of Shuichi, his hair hanging down infront of his face due to jumping. "Do you hate me Shu-chan?"

Shuichi jumped at his ridiculous, yet unexpected question. "No! I don't hate you Sakuma-san," He rubbed his own arm, and smiled. "It's just Tatsuha suggested he goes instead of me."

"Tat-su-ha?" Ryuichi looked confused, breaking up his name in pronunciation. His eyes wandered around until their pupils grew for a second and a smile plastered his face. "Tatsuha-kun?" he asked promptly, remembering the monk who had once taken him to the zoo.

"Yeah," Shuichi giggled at his childish behavior. "I am kind of busy, anyways. Tatsuha insisted that he went in my place."

Ryuichi seemed a little confused by the whole situation. In one category, he felt that no one wanted to dine with him, so that person just made someone else go. On the other hand, he felt like people were begging to dine with him, resulting into fighting for him. Both results made Ryuichi feel a little awkward and used. He did not really want to show his disappointment or any conflict so he just smiled. "Okay."

"Oh yeah," Shuichi said, causing Ryuichi to jump a little. "I was looking for my lyrics. Would you like to help me look for them Sakuma-san?" he asked the man, trying to make him feel comfortable.

Ryuichi, jaunty as always, answered with a cute smile and a nod, "Of course! Kumagorou wants to help, too!"

 The two of them, or three if you include Kumagorou, started searching for the missing lyrics. "What are you doing?" Yuki stood at the end of the room.

"Searching for my lyrics." Shuichi said to his lover plainly, as he placed down a few magazines.

 The closet door hurled open and an assortment of books, clothes and cleaning objects fell out, along with Ryuichi. "Not in here!" he chirped and sprang to his feet, dusted off himself and Kumagorou and took off.

"What in the hell is he doing here for?" Yuki asked.

"He is helping me search." Shuichi said and continued to look for the lyrics himself. Yuki just glared at Shuichi and went back into his workroom, not wanting to look at the two idiots run around his house looking for something so petty.

Ryuichi found himself in a room and pulled out a piece of paper from underneath a jacket. "What's this?" he asked Kumagorou and started to read the words on it. It was lyrics. Shuichi's lyrics. He took a seat right on the floor and started to look over them, reading the words and feelings present in them. Ryuichi let Kumagorou slip out of his grip and hit the ground next to him. His eyes scanned the paper until he came to the unfinished last sentence. His eyes shut as he finished reading and a small, curved smile appeared on his face. A slight chuckle escaped his soft, closed lips. "Worthless trash."

"Sakuma-san," Shuichi walked over and looked into the room to see Ryuichi sitting down on the floor. Shuichi stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Sakuma-san?" Ryuichi heard his name being called, and got to his feet. He stood, his back to Shuichi, for at least a minute, and then turned his head to look at him. His eyes were stone cold, and his lips were in a demonic frown. He looked so serious and intimidating that Shuichi jumped from shock, "S-Sakuma-san?" he gulped in fright, not knowing what the singer may say to him. Then, out of nowhere, his eyes seemed to lighten and grow to an innocent, beautiful and childish style. It seemed as if all of his features became angelic and a smile spread across his face.

        He skipped right in front of Shuichi, held out the lyrics, and said in a deeper tone than usual, "Here are your lyrics." He quickly ran back, grabbed Kumagorou, and ran past Shuichi. He hummed in his normal tone, almost seeming to be completely back to normal. He chortled quickly and opened the door, "Bye, Shu-chan! I am going home to get ready!" The sound of the door shut ringed in Shuichi's ears and he looked puzzled as he looked at the lyrics Ryuichi had handed him. Was the way he was acting telling him something about his lyrics? Why did he have to act like that?

 "Ryuichi," Tohma stood at his bathroom door, attempted to knock the door down. "Hurry up. What could you possibly be doing in there?"

"I am looking for something," came Ryuichi's voice as he screamed aloud, and a large crash was soon afterwards.

Tohma was a little suspicious of the crash and started to turn the knob back and forth. "Looking for what? Come on, Ryuichi. You have to be leaving in at least thirty minutes." Tohma tried to wait patiently for the younger man to come running out smiling, and with an excuse and apology for taking so long, but it was still silent. "Ryuichi!"

"Sorry, sorry." He said and opened the door, looking down to the floor. Kumagorou was stuffed in his shirt, his head poking out from his shirt collar. Tohma finally saw what was wrong, and what he was looking for. Ryuichi was not wearing his headband, and his bangs were hanging a little bit over his eyes. Instead, in his hand was a small hair tie that he was probably going to use.

 "Do you know where I last put my red headband?" Ryuichi asked, playing with Kumagorou's bow in one hand while putting in his earrings with the other. Tohma smiled, and shook his head. Ryuichi was always worrying about the smallest things and then whining about them, just like a giant kid. That was his appeal, though.

"That's okay," Ryuichi gave an uplifting grin, "I was planning to put my hair up anyway." The black hair tie seemed to fight its way onto the messy hair bestowed on the vocalists' head, but soon was put into place. Ryuichi flashed a victory sign to Tohma, exposing a little bit of one of his canines from his grinning mouth.

Tohma held out Ryuichi's coat, "Enough cute time. Let's go Ryuichi."

            "Just get over it Tatsuha-kun." a beautiful, longhaired girl instructed, "Isn't it about time you gave up on your obsession?"

Tatsuha tried to ignore everything she just said, but had to say something after he combed his hair. "What about you? You like Sakuma Ryuichi too, Miyu."

Miyu, the girl who had left a note for Tatsuha that one morning when he first found out Shuichi won the contest, had come to visit him again. "Yeah, but I am not obsessed with him like you. Sakuma-sama is an idol to me; I have always wanted to be a top-singer like him!" Miyu hugged the wall where a poster of Ryuichi was hung on Tatsuha's wall. Tatsuha just looked at her with a plain look, as if she reminded him of someone,

"What?" she bellowed, "I would give anything to meet Sakuma-sama. Take me with you!" At that request, she pounced at Tatsuha, and clung to his arm.

"If I could bring anyone in the world Miyu," he smirked, "it would not be you."

Miyu glanced at his devilish smirk and knew he was just trying to get a rankle out of her. "You are so mean, Tatsuha-kun. I love you anyway, though!" Tatsuha said nothing to her proclamation, avoiding anything of the sort.

He turned to her, "I am just going to let you away with saying that because we are cousins." It was strange that he had actually slept with her at least six times now, knowing the fact they were cousins. They were not bothered by it, probably because they were distant cousins only by marriage. In that sense, they were not even related; by blood anyway.

"I love you." Miyu repeated, trying to make it clear to him how she really felt about it. She took that opportunity to crawl off his bed in a cryptic way, curve her arms around Tatsuha's waist and rub his stomach, traveling up to his chest and down again.   Tatsuha did not do anything about the movement; he seemed to acknowledge it in an interested way of watching her hands seductively rub his front. Miyu traveled the middle of her palms lower to his thighs while she started to lightly kiss the back of his neck, all standing on her Tipp toes. Tatsuha started to feel heat surrounding him, and the urge to take her at that very moment. He was sure her eyes must have been fading from the need as well, "Forget about that contest prize." Miyu murmured in pants between kisses in ecstasy, "Stay here with me, Tatsuha-kun."

Tatsuha froze for a moment, and realized what time it was. He still had to catch a train to Tokyo, and he was fooling around with some girl that meant nothing to him but a good night every once and awhile. He stopped her caressing hands and pushed her gently away, "No. I have to go." He said firmly, "You know how much this means to me."

Miyu looked at Tatsuha in stun, and fell down on her bottom upon Tatsuha's mattress. She seemed to have a look that of a puppy that was neglected with food, but soon sympathized. "I'm sorry Tatsuha-kun. I was getting a little weird for a moment," she looked up with a smile, "have fun and make sure to get an autograph from Sakuma-san for me, okay?" Tatsuha almost felt sorry for being so stern to her and could only sweetly grin at her, knowing she understands him. She was a big fan of Ryuichi. He was her only idol. She wanted Tatsuha to meet him, probably to get an autograph out of it. Either way, she was excited as he was. He nodded at her request and left the house to his awaited heaven.

   "Where could he be?" Tohma glanced at his wristwatch, tapping his foot unknowingly. The restaurant was right behind him. He glanced over to see Ryuichi standing at the edge of the sidewalk, throwing his stuffed bunny around and catching him. They had been waiting for Tatsuha for almost half an hour by now, and he still had not shown. People had already started to gather around Ryuichi, ask him for a picture or autograph and then leave.

Ryuichi squealed under his breath as he hopped next to Tohma. The two of them stood there, not saying a word to each other for about five minutes, watching cars go by. Ryuichi took the moment to open his mouth. "Maybe he is sick."

"Tatsuha... sick?" Tohma queried with a slight, baffled smile. "Tatsuha would make it here even if he was hospitalized from pneumonia."

Ryuichi patted Tohma with Kumagorou, who was being his hand for the moment. "You never know, Tohma! Shuichi decided not to come." He used the scenario of Shuichi ditching out to make his point across to Tohma.

"I am so sorry!" Tatsuha hollered from a short distance as he jumped down the small steps of a bus. He had taken the easiest, and fastest route-bus to get here but was still a few minutes late. He skidded across the hard pavement, his heart beating faster as Ryuichi came more, and more into view. His completely happy-go-lucky mode quickly averted to a shock and fright once he saw Tohma. He looked so angry and disappointed, and Tatsuha knew what that meant. His brother-in-law was upset of his tardiness and was sure to saw a few things to him, but he walked up as if nothing was wrong. "I am here."

   "Yes," Tohma cleared his throat and showed Tatsuha his wristwatch. "Thirty minutes late. I am glad you even showed up."

"Of course I did!" Tatsuha reflected back at him. "I would not miss this night for the world."

"Tatsuha-kun!" Ryuichi acknowledged. "It is nice seeing you here."

He seemed to have gone into a state of shock and his face froze with an agape mouth. Tohma shook his head at his behavior, while Ryuichi just stood puzzled with a smile. The only thing Tatsuha could seem to see was the distance between himself and Sakuma Ryuichi. He was so close to him, his face practically up next to his. "Um," he finally managed to mutter. "You did not know I was going to be here?"

"No, I did." Ryuichi chuckled. He put a piece of his hair behind his ear and got off his tiptoes, which he had to be on to get semi face-to-face with Tatsuha.

Tatsuha smiled meekly at him, waiting for the reason he said it was nice seeing him there. He got no answer from the shorter man so decided to start a new conversation. "Are you ready to eat?"

"Yeah." He replied in a jaunty way, excited in each second of the talk. "Tohma, you can pick us up in about an hour."

Tohma seemed to seem neutral about taking orders from the vocalist. He felt himself above Ryuichi, but he obviously was not in many ways due to the band. He just waved his hand, gesturing for them to go on ahead and he went to his car.

 "Let's go." Ryuichi chirped after a moment of silence between the two. He went and pushed open the large, glass doors of the restaurant.

A wholesome, courteous waiter greeted them and promptly sat them to their table after seeing Sakuma Ryuichi greeted them. He did seem to have a problem with their absence of the last forty-minutes but took no heed; he probably wanted the money, anyway. He gave them their menus and told them he would soon be back.

 Tatsuha sat at his chair that was right across the table from Ryuichi. He seemed not to know what to say, even less try to talk. He had been with Ryuichi before. He had taken him to the zoo, drove him on his motorcycle and even pretended to be sick to get his attention. Why was he freaking out now? He watched Ryuichi search through the menu, and just by watching him, he felt angelic. Ryuichi seemed so at peace, but even though his face was childish, he was hard to read. What he was thinking at this very moment was oblivious to him.

"So," Tatsuha found the courage to try to start a conversation. Ryuichi looked at him over his menu with wondering eyes. "I hear you are having a concert coming up."

A glint in his eyes told Tatsuha he picked the right subject to talk about. "Yeah, we are already getting ready for it and everything." He somehow seemed to grab his napkin and toss it on top of his head. "I am really excited about the whole thing, especially the one in Tokyo!" he chortled aloud, gathering looks from everyone in the room.

Tatsuha let out a small chuckle when Ryuichi almost fell backwards out of his chair, but swung his arms like a helicopter to catch his balance again. He let out a small heaving sigh and looked at the menu again. "I am sorry that Shuichi could not come tonight."

 After Tatsuha saw Ryuichi's surprised expression of Shuichi's name, he knew he should have never said anything. After all, Ryuichi does care a lot about Shuichi and would rather have been with him. "No."

"What?"

Ryuichi took the napkin off his head and placed it on the table. Many times had his voice gone to a sober, intimidating tone and back to a jaunty, childish one. However, it was strange to have heard a minimum of both tones at once. It was right in the middle of both of them, both serious and trusting. "It's okay. I can see Shuichi anytime I want. We both work at N-G Studious and even I get sick of seeing him all the time."

Tatsuha was baffled by his speech. Ryuichi gets tired of seeing Shuichi? He usually always enjoys it when Shuichi is around. Then again, everyone seems to get tired of him once and awhile. "I see. I bet you feel the same way about me." A doubtful smile crawled upon his face.

"No." Ryuichi answered again. "I hardly ever see you. I do not enjoy the fact of having a friend yet never see them. Something like that is so incomplete, and when I have something unresolved, I too feel incomplete." He pulled his chair up a bit and smiled. "Anyways, I enjoy your company Tatsuha-kun."

 The boy felt a big weight from his shoulder suddenly fall off, "Thanks. I enjoy being with you too, Sakuma-san."

          After so many minutes, the waiter soon came back to break up their conversation and order them something to drink: Tatsuha had Coke, seeing as he could not order a beer here. Ryuichi just asked for water.

"That is it?" Tatsuha looked at Ryuichi. "You are just going to have water?"

 Ryuichi nodded solemnly, knowing what he was doing. "I love water. It is my favorite drink."

"I bet so." Tatsuha mentioned, getting a little excited about the whole thing. He was actually talking to Sakuma Ryuichi! "My favorite drink would be water too if I had to go on stage for hours."

The man smirked. He listened to Tatsuha go on about how much her admired him and the wonders of Nittle Grasper, even when they got their food. He soon found Tatsuha's speech to be tiring and interrupted him during his talk. "What about you?"

 "What about me?" Tatsuha questioned his fists still mid-way in the air from his exciting banter about Nittle Grasper. He could tell he was getting sick of hearing just about himself. He looked down towards his shoes, an uninterested look in his eyes. "What is there to know about me?"

Clearly, Tatsuha was not as famous as Nittle Grasper, or Ryuichi. Nevertheless, that did not mean Ryuichi did not want to know something about him. He already knew about himself, yet wished to know more about Tatsuha. "You are a monk, right? Where do you live?"

"Kyoto." Tatsuha chocked on those words. He did not really enjoy living in Kyoto, and would much rather living in a large, active city like Tokyo. It was more of his style.

 "I've only been there once," He was somehow interested in the fact. "It is so quiet and peaceful. I remember only so little of my trip there with Tohma and Noriko. I can still see the view of the beautiful scenery of trees and the tops of the buildings of Tokyo far-off."

Tatsuha was amazed at how Ryuichi saw Kyoto. He never thought much of the small place; it had shrines everywhere and small Buddha statues around every corner of sidewalks. He never really sat down and engorged the beauty as Ryuichi saw. "Yeah, it is okay."

"Being a monk must be fun!" Ryuichi glandered, acting as if Tatsuha was the famous one.

 Tatsuha took a sip of his drink, "Sort of. It is just my dad I have a problem with."

"Your dad?" he gave a look at Tatsuha that showed worry. "Does he beat you or something?"

Tatsuha almost spit at that question. "He would never beat me. It is just… he sees me as something that I am not. He thinks I am so damn perfect."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Ryuichi asked him, getting a surprised look from the boy. "I would want my father to think highly of me instead of beating me, or discouraging me. Your father seems like a perfect father."

Tatsuha mused at that. It was true, in an odd way. He had no perfect conclusion on why he disliked his father as he said he did. Maybe his father did see him as the 'perfect son', but would really want to be called the 'disgraceful sum' like he trolled on Eiri? Maybe his only reasoning of hating his father was because his big brother hated him. Eiri has always developed him with a new habit, a new way of looking at life. That is what elder brothers do to their younger siblings; especially brothers. Tatsuha just never took the time to think of it that way. His father had put a roof over his head, occupied him with duties to make him a responsible man and make him go to school to learn. Even though many efforts he tried to gain to Tatsuha failed, he never gave up hope on his last child. Tatsuha just seemed to take it for granted. He smiled without knowing.

"He is a perfect father."

 "The food was not exactly what I had expected." Tatsuha groaned as he leaned against the outer building. They had finished up quickly and stood outside waiting for Tohma.

"It was okay," Ryuichi admitted, not wanting to be rude. "I actually enjoyed it."

Tatsuha felt the urge to accuse him of a liar. "Yeah, you really were not that hungry to eat a quarter of your food. You said you were really hungry when we came."

 "I changed my mind." Ryuichi snapped back cutely and leaned against the building next to him. "I am not that big of a dinner person."

Tatsuha sneered at the man and pointed out his scrawniness, "You should be. If you don't become a 'dinner person' soon, you will be able to fall through cracks in the floor."

"That is so cruel Tatsuha-kun!" Ryuichi bellowed, tugging at his own collar of his shirt. "I can't help that my figure is not perfect!"

He soon felt the urge to apologize and went into panic. "No, you have a great figure! Your lean body is a great thing. I don't think Nittle Grasper would have many fan girls if there was a potbellied husband with a beard singing up there."

"You're weird." Ryuichi accused of the boy before him. To say that, it was a big thing to Tatsuha. 

However, as long as Ryuichi calmed down and was not on the verge of tears, everything was okay. "It was a nice night talking to you. You are very great guy Tatsuha-kun."

Tatsuha just watched Ryuichi start to hum to himself, waiting for Tohma to arrive. Moreover, for Tatsuha, the longer the better. Sakuma Ryuichi looked so beautiful in the moonlight that reflected right off the windows and glimmered from his brown, shaggy hair that had bleached parts to make it look so majestic. His bangs would band against his forehead, almost allowing a breeze of his scent to pass by enough for Tatsuha to smell. In addition, if his eyes were not beautiful enough, they almost seemed to bear diamonds deep within them. Anyone could almost be hypnotized by their beauty. His body swayed in perfect rhythm of his humming and added more of a charisma to his handsome self. Strangely enough, no one has been able to capture the beauty that was so in reach. Was it because he did not seek it? He did not want it? On the other hand, was he afraid? As Ryuichi turned to look at Tatsuha with the all-knowing and magnificent smile, Tatsuha found himself afraid too.

 Ryuichi started to study his face and noticed the long, hard gaze Tatsuha was giving him. It made him jump just for a moment and then soon try to see what was on his mind. "Tatsuha-kun? What is wrong?"

  And that was all Tatsuha remembered Ryuichi saying to him before diving into his own heat, get captured by his emotions and not even take control of his own actions. He felt himself grab a hold of Ryuichi's arm and without noticing his shock of surprised, pulled him close to him and gander at him with lust-filled eyes. He thought he saw Ryuichi say something, but could not make it out. His lips moved but his words he spoke of were inaudible to Tatsuha now. He just saw him with a scared, lost expression before he held in his breath,

   Then kissed him.

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KumagorouBeam: Ohm man, was this a pain to write! It took me forever to finish. The ending was good, huh? The next chapter may be a little boring but hopefully chapter 4 will be much more exciting. Oh yeah, Miyu! I just had the urge to put her in the fanfic again. You remember her, right? The girl who left a note for Tatsuha in the first chapter? She will probably return in the next chapter, too.

  Tatsuha and Ryuichi advanced to a kiss… well, Tatsuha did. Find out what happens next by reviewing!