The guilt got to me! sobs so here you go! Oh loyal reviewers! humbly offers chapter three Please enjoy! And be very happy since I'm not done chapter four yet hides but... maybe I'll change that soon?
Go on, read about the secret now, I'm surprised you even read this! LOL
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never own Hiroshi-sama. Sobs
Chapter 3:
"Hiro-kun?" K asked slowly, watching the boy's eyes closely to ensure that he didn't lie.
Hiroshi took a shaky breath; he'd never told anyone his secret before. It was harder than he'd expected it to be. He could feel the tears beginning to prickle at the corners of his eyes, and K didn't even know the truth yet!
The younger man took another deep breath and stabbed his cigarette out in the ashtray before him.
"Hiroshi-san," K began with more firmness than compassion. "What is the medication for?"
The red-head gulped, seeing the blond's gun hand twitch slightly.
He sniffed slightly, managing to choke out: "I'm HIV positive..."
K was shocked into absolute speechlessness. This had been entirely unexpected. When he'd first seen the medication he'd assumed that it was something much less severe. He'd thought that perhaps the boy had a sleeping disorder, or a stress disorder... or maybe even a mild mental problem like ADD or something... but this...
Crawd K. Winchester was stunned speechless.
"Please leave."
The blond snapped his head to the man beside him.
"Please leave now."
"Hiro...please don't d—"
"We had a deal K-san. If I told you my secret you said you would leave. You know the truth now, so please leave." Hiroshi stated firmly.
K nodded, "Fair enough... please get some rest Hiro-kun so that you will play well tomorrow?"
Hiroshi nodded curtly, "Please leave."
"Will you be alright to get to the studio tomorrow morning without your bike?"
"Yes. Leave."
"Goodnight Hiroshi-san." K stated, closing the door softly behind him.
The thin red-head automatically locked the door behind him. He switched off his stereo, turned out all of the lights, headed to the bathroom for a sleeping pill and collapsed limply onto his bed.
The tear stains on his pillow case were not his, they couldn't be...
They had to have been a souvenir left from Shuichi's last visit.
That was the only reasonable explanation after all...
Hiroshi walked into the recording studio the following morning with an air of professionalism about him. He still looked tired, gaunt and pale but he was obviously ready for work. His long red mane was pulled into a messy braid, and a small pair of sophisticated looking reading glasses were perched upon his nose. He was wearing an old gray sweatshirt that seemed to swallow him whole, and he was carrying a large steaming cup of coffee.
"Ohayo Suguru-kun," The red-head greeted pleasantly.
"Hey Hi—" The younger boy greeted looking up at the guitarist. "Hiro? You certainly look different, not that it matters as long as you're able to perform better than yesterday."
"Hai, I am." Hiroshi replied, moving to his guitar case and unlocking it.
"Would it be rude of me to ask what was going on with you yesterday?"
The older boy pulled the guitar onto his lap and began tuning it by ear, thankful that he no longer needed to rely on the tuner he'd used in high school.
"I'd rather not talk about it... why don't we do a quick run through of Rage Beat?"
"Okay," Suguru replied agreeably.
He started up Rage Beat, setting the tempo almost twice as fast as usual to see just how prepared their guitarist was for practice today. To the young keyboardist's surprise Hiroshi played the music they'd written with no problem whatsoever. He was right on tempo, right on cue, and right on pitch. It was almost as though this was a completely different Hiroshi than the sluggish one that had appeared yesterday. Suguru hoped that that Hiroshi would not be returning anytime soon.
"That was excellent Hiro!" Suguru exclaimed happily.
Hiroshi mocked glared at him, "You were testing me!"
"Heh heh.." The green haired boy laughed nervously. "So what if I was?"
Hiroshi unexpectedly grinned, "You did a good job... think I'm ready for today's practice?"
"Yup."
"Good."
A familiar blond stepped into the recording studio, applauding lightly. He seemed pleased with the performance of the two young men and was smiling brightly.
"Excellent work you two, you sounded great." Tohma stated pleasantly. "And it is nice to see that you are back up to par Nakano-san."
"Arigato Seguchi-sama." Hiroshi replied with a bow to the company's president.
Tohma nodded, "I was afraid that I might have been required to hire a session guitarist... but I don't think that's necessary any longer, do you?"
"Iie..." Hiroshi replied hesitantly. "I should be okay now."
"He's way above par!" Suguru stated, clearly impressed with Hiroshi's improvement. "I don't know what was wrong with him yesterday, but he just played Rage Beat perfectly at twice the tempo."
"That's good to hear," Tohma replied graciously on his way out. "Oh Hiro, K wants to speak with you in his office. He said it was urgent."
"Okay, thanks. I'll go see to that now." Hiroshi replied, setting his guitar down gently. "I'll be back soon Suguru-kun."
"Ja ne!"
"Ja ne."
Ta da! Feel free to hurl rocks at me now for being so evil to Hiro-chan.
scuttles away
BTW, sorry it was so short! begs for forgiveness
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