Hiro's feet pounded on the gravel as he ran as fast as he could to
Shuichi's home. He had to have been home by now. It was nearly sundown.
His head throbbed painfully and his eyes itched. Questions filled his head to the maximum.
"Shuichi if you're not here, I swear I'm going to kill that bastard," he whispered amongst himself. "No second thoughts."
He was tiring out very much so, but that didn't stop him. Shuichi was in trouble. He just knew it.
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Minutes later he was at the front door of the Shindou residence, pounding relentlessly with his fist and catching his breath at the same time, ignoring the faint pestering him from the constant sprinting. Dizziness swept through his head, but continued to pound.
"Open up!" he shouted.
He heard the lock being fumbled with behind the door. It opened to Shuichi's sister with the biggest frown ever plastered on her adorable face.
"Hiro-san, wha—"
"Maiko-chan, Shuichi...is he here?"
Hiro prayed and begged mentally for her answer to be positive, but instead, she answered negatively with a straight face, as if she were clueless about the whole thing.
This is what he was afraid of. Anger rose to the surface, heating his body temperature up straight away. He struggled hard to contain himself, but it wouldn't be as that.
"Yes he is!" he shouted. "Where else would he be?!"
He exchanged a heated glare with the clueless sibling.
"He just told you to say he wasn't because he's mad at me!"
Maiko stepped back, eyes widened and a frown placed at the same time.
"Um...Hiro...could I be mistaken or did you two fight?"
Hiro merely growled at her and barged into the house, one-track mind headed for Shuichi's room.
"Hiro! What's going on?" Maiko called, following after him.
Hiro stormed up the stairs and came to the firmly labeled walnut door "Shuichi's room; keep out" Hiro gripped the doorknob and thrust the door open, only to find it empty. By this time, Maiko caught up, shocked expression replacing most of the frown. She was about to repeat her previous question when she heard Hiro sniffling and sobbing quietly, staring at the floor. His shoulders bobbed up and down tenderly at first, but the further time progressed, the shakier his shoulders became. It soon evolved into a full-fledged sob and his hands were placed over his face to try and muffle the horrible sounds of a male crying.
Maiko raised her eyebrows. Not only was this the first time she seen Hiro cry, she also had no idea why this situation arose!
"Uh...wanna tell me what's going on? I can tell you where he is if you really wanna know."
In the blink of an eye, she squeaked out as Hiro gripped the collar of her shirt, clenching it tightly.
"Where?! Maiko, tell me! When did he leave here? When did you see him last? Was it this afternoon?"
Maiko gripped his hands and loosened them free from her poor creased shirt.
"Yes, it was this afternoon, he was getting ready to go somewhere. I thought it was with you though. He didn't look too happy, but it looked like he was crying."
"Did he say exactly where he was going?"
Maiko shook her head carefully, noting the intensity of his wide eyes.
"He never does anymore. It's always a big secret, but I do know that he said he was going to your house to stay the night."
My place! Maybe he's waiting for me! He does have a spare key!
"Great, thank you Maiko!"
Putting his best foot forward, he ran out as fast as he entered.
By the time he got back to the outdoors, it was nightfall and just past seven. Hiro's head pounded. He had never in his life done so much worrying and crying all in one day. All of this over Yuki Eiri, that good for nothing. Tempted to run over to him and shout out the world of feelings in his face, he did regain at least some of his sanity and decided to wait until he found out more about the situation. Maybe he was just overreacting after all. It could be possible. Shuichi never took him seriously, so maybe he never did this afternoon when Hiro said his final farewells. Perhaps Shuichi was at his place, curled up in a fetal position on his comfortable couch with his favorite blue comforter that had the stain of cherry juicy juice he spilt when Hiro crept up behind him and shouted in his ear a few months back. Hiro still had a bruise from where he punched him because it scared Shuichi so much that his reflexes accidentally took over. Hiro disregarded it though, especially now.
He only lived about ten minutes on foot away from Shuichi, making it convenient for Shuichi to sneak out of his house at night and run up to Hiro's when there was problems at his own residence. Lately though, if he wanted to sneak over, it was because Eiri was paying no attention to him. Hiro would be sleeping and all of a sudden be awoken to an extra body placing itself on the other side of the bed. Shuichi was facing away from him, but Hiro could hear the faint sobs clearly. He was beginning to wonder if that was all he was good for now, just an escape route. Even so, he would offer his suffering best friend a shoulder to cry on each time. Hiro thought he was being just a little too nice for the ware.
That didn't change now on how worried he was. He flew non-stop back to his place. Tears threatened to block his view. His heart pounded in trepidation.
Oh Shuichi please, please be there.
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He saw no lights on inside, which was a bad start. Fumbling for his keys, he found the right one on the first try with luck and drove open the door, instantaneously yelling out for Shuichi. He flipped the living room light switch on and walked into a pigsty. The place wasn't that big, so his search was over in a matter of seconds, only to be struck with immediate guilt. Shuichi wasn't around and it was his entire fault. Jealousy had struck him and he dug up painful and rude demands to his only best friend in the entire world. It was a big switch being first, then suddenly worst.
Oh Shuichi, if you're not home, and you're not at Eiri's, or here, where are you?
His head throbbed painfully and his eyes itched. Questions filled his head to the maximum.
"Shuichi if you're not here, I swear I'm going to kill that bastard," he whispered amongst himself. "No second thoughts."
He was tiring out very much so, but that didn't stop him. Shuichi was in trouble. He just knew it.
_____________________
Minutes later he was at the front door of the Shindou residence, pounding relentlessly with his fist and catching his breath at the same time, ignoring the faint pestering him from the constant sprinting. Dizziness swept through his head, but continued to pound.
"Open up!" he shouted.
He heard the lock being fumbled with behind the door. It opened to Shuichi's sister with the biggest frown ever plastered on her adorable face.
"Hiro-san, wha—"
"Maiko-chan, Shuichi...is he here?"
Hiro prayed and begged mentally for her answer to be positive, but instead, she answered negatively with a straight face, as if she were clueless about the whole thing.
This is what he was afraid of. Anger rose to the surface, heating his body temperature up straight away. He struggled hard to contain himself, but it wouldn't be as that.
"Yes he is!" he shouted. "Where else would he be?!"
He exchanged a heated glare with the clueless sibling.
"He just told you to say he wasn't because he's mad at me!"
Maiko stepped back, eyes widened and a frown placed at the same time.
"Um...Hiro...could I be mistaken or did you two fight?"
Hiro merely growled at her and barged into the house, one-track mind headed for Shuichi's room.
"Hiro! What's going on?" Maiko called, following after him.
Hiro stormed up the stairs and came to the firmly labeled walnut door "Shuichi's room; keep out" Hiro gripped the doorknob and thrust the door open, only to find it empty. By this time, Maiko caught up, shocked expression replacing most of the frown. She was about to repeat her previous question when she heard Hiro sniffling and sobbing quietly, staring at the floor. His shoulders bobbed up and down tenderly at first, but the further time progressed, the shakier his shoulders became. It soon evolved into a full-fledged sob and his hands were placed over his face to try and muffle the horrible sounds of a male crying.
Maiko raised her eyebrows. Not only was this the first time she seen Hiro cry, she also had no idea why this situation arose!
"Uh...wanna tell me what's going on? I can tell you where he is if you really wanna know."
In the blink of an eye, she squeaked out as Hiro gripped the collar of her shirt, clenching it tightly.
"Where?! Maiko, tell me! When did he leave here? When did you see him last? Was it this afternoon?"
Maiko gripped his hands and loosened them free from her poor creased shirt.
"Yes, it was this afternoon, he was getting ready to go somewhere. I thought it was with you though. He didn't look too happy, but it looked like he was crying."
"Did he say exactly where he was going?"
Maiko shook her head carefully, noting the intensity of his wide eyes.
"He never does anymore. It's always a big secret, but I do know that he said he was going to your house to stay the night."
My place! Maybe he's waiting for me! He does have a spare key!
"Great, thank you Maiko!"
Putting his best foot forward, he ran out as fast as he entered.
By the time he got back to the outdoors, it was nightfall and just past seven. Hiro's head pounded. He had never in his life done so much worrying and crying all in one day. All of this over Yuki Eiri, that good for nothing. Tempted to run over to him and shout out the world of feelings in his face, he did regain at least some of his sanity and decided to wait until he found out more about the situation. Maybe he was just overreacting after all. It could be possible. Shuichi never took him seriously, so maybe he never did this afternoon when Hiro said his final farewells. Perhaps Shuichi was at his place, curled up in a fetal position on his comfortable couch with his favorite blue comforter that had the stain of cherry juicy juice he spilt when Hiro crept up behind him and shouted in his ear a few months back. Hiro still had a bruise from where he punched him because it scared Shuichi so much that his reflexes accidentally took over. Hiro disregarded it though, especially now.
He only lived about ten minutes on foot away from Shuichi, making it convenient for Shuichi to sneak out of his house at night and run up to Hiro's when there was problems at his own residence. Lately though, if he wanted to sneak over, it was because Eiri was paying no attention to him. Hiro would be sleeping and all of a sudden be awoken to an extra body placing itself on the other side of the bed. Shuichi was facing away from him, but Hiro could hear the faint sobs clearly. He was beginning to wonder if that was all he was good for now, just an escape route. Even so, he would offer his suffering best friend a shoulder to cry on each time. Hiro thought he was being just a little too nice for the ware.
That didn't change now on how worried he was. He flew non-stop back to his place. Tears threatened to block his view. His heart pounded in trepidation.
Oh Shuichi please, please be there.
_________________
He saw no lights on inside, which was a bad start. Fumbling for his keys, he found the right one on the first try with luck and drove open the door, instantaneously yelling out for Shuichi. He flipped the living room light switch on and walked into a pigsty. The place wasn't that big, so his search was over in a matter of seconds, only to be struck with immediate guilt. Shuichi wasn't around and it was his entire fault. Jealousy had struck him and he dug up painful and rude demands to his only best friend in the entire world. It was a big switch being first, then suddenly worst.
Oh Shuichi, if you're not home, and you're not at Eiri's, or here, where are you?