Hey ppls! Welcome to Chapter two!

Answers to my loving reviewers.

* Glomps Everyone Who Reviewed *

Call outs to me amigos!

Silverone:

Thanks so much! You're so sweet!

bebopin'-dreamer:

Yes and no, but not quite. You'll just have to wait and see to learn the truth. Hope this appeases your appetite for knowledge ^^

Evil Kasumi

You seem to have figured it out. * hands a cookie and a Kleenex * I don't think Shu-chan will react well at all.. but Shu can be rather odd can't he?

Since you guessed it so fast (I think) do you have any requests for future instances in this fic? Or in a side fic?

Wouldn't You Like To Know?

I would like to know. Where's my plushy? ^^

Amyzearing:

I'm glad I got you thinking ^^ I like when what I write makes an impact.

Hiro is a sweetie isn't he?

And yes the keychain has significance * is proud that his subtle clue has been noticed *

Enjoy chapter 2!

K closed the cabinet and was about to lock it when he caught sight of a very angry looking pair of grey eyes glaring at him from the mirror. K spun around to face the furious guitarist, hand behind his head, and blush spreading across a face split by a goofy grin.

"It is rude to snoop through others' belongings K-san." The skinny red-head stated with a low voice, stepping around his manager and taking the bottles of Triziver and Sustiva from the cabinet. "Give me back my keys."

"Okay." K replied still unable to shake his stupid grin, and handing over the requested objects.

"Why are you still here?" Hiroshi asked adjusting the blanket that was thrown over his shoulders and heading for the kitchen with the two bottles of pills.

He pulled a tiny glass from a cabinet above the sink, filled it about ¾ of the way full, and dissolved the two large pills into it. He downed the contents of the glass in one swallow, shuddering with disgust at the presumably unpleasant taste.

"Why are you still here, K-san?"

K blanched, unable to remember why he'd stayed in the small apartment for the last… hour?!

"I… uh.. I wanted to take you to dinner when you woke up." K stated, quickly coming up with a cover story. "You've lost a lot of weight recently and you were already thin to begin with."

"No thank you." Hiroshi replied, ignoring the comment about his weight and returning the bottles to his medicine cabinet and locking it.

He returned to the living room to turn on the radio, deftly tuning to his favorite station. K was still standing awkwardly in the middle of his living room, seeming unsure of what to do. Hiroshi rolled his eyes and curled up on his couch, lighting up a cigarette. He watched K blankly for a few moments.

"Are you going to apologize or not?" Hiroshi asked quietly. "Because if you're not you can leave right now."

K's eyes widened drastically. "Eeep! I knew I was forgetting something important… I'm sorry Hiroshi-san."

The red-headed boy nodded thoughtfully, taking a long drag on his cigarette. "I'd still prefer if you left K-san."

K frowned, and sat down next to his guitarist, "What was the medication for?"

"Oh just the usual," Hiroshi replied easily. "Indigestion, insomnia, colds, headaches, allergies… you know, the usual."

K's eyes flashed angrily as he pointed his gun between the younger man's eyes, "You know which medication I'm speaking of. What is it for?"

"It's not important."

"If it wasn't important you would have told me by now." K stated releasing the safety of his gun.

Hiroshi sighed with obvious annoyance, "If I tell you will you leave? I need a chance to relax before Shuichi shows up in tears for his daily pep talk."

K rolled the idea over in his head. He really wanted to take Hiroshi to dinner; the boy was beginning to look like nothing more than a skeleton. However, he would be able to help the younger man more easily if he was aware of the problem.

Also, even if he was required by oath to leave now, it wouldn't stop him from coming back or speaking with the boy tomorrow. He lowered his firearm.

"Alright," K replied slowly. "I swear that if you tell me what the medication is for, I'll leave."

"You have to keep it a secret. No one else knows."

"Not even Shuichi?"

"Not even Shuichi."

"Fine then," K sighed. "I swear that if you tell me what the medication is for, I will leave and it will remain a secret between the two of us."

The red-head nodded, looking frightened. His eyes were just a bit too bright, and he looked like he might cry.

I am so evil…

*Laughs evilly*

Please review. Chapter three has already been written, and the answer you've been waiting for is in it. I promise ^^