Hiro's alarm clock went off at half past seven sharp. With a groan, he slammed a heavy hand down on the top and sat up, rubbing his exhausted face. Looking over, Suguru was still asleep, back faced him. He shook him gently on the arm.

"You awake?" he asked tiredly.

"I've been awake all night," Suguru mumbled resignedly, not moving an inch.

"Why didn't you sleep?"

Suguru faced his way and sat up. "I couldn't. Every time I would try, I kept seeing Ryuichi-san and it made my eyes snap open again."

"In what way?"

"I kept...seeing those eyes and how they looked at me with such ferociousness. I never thought he of all people...could love someone so much that it drove them to the point of drinking until he was completely unaware of his surroundings and actions. Knowing he mistook me for my cousin...must have meant he really did love him."

Hiro smiled half, brushing the backs of his fingers softly against Suguru's cheek.

"Don't worry. Everything will be okay. I promise."

They both got up and dressed. Hiro had offered to make Suguru anything he wanted for breakfast, but Suguru didn't think his stomach could handle it, so refused. It was ten of before they ended up leaving the house. Normally the two were always early, but today would have to be a once in a blue moon thing. After changing Suguru's bandages, they left. Suguru threw on his blue sweatshirt so the wounds weren't visible.

"I really don't want to do this, Hiro," Suguru said, getting on the motorcycle behind him.

"Don't worry about it. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, we can leave," he said, donning the helmet.

"Why are you being so nice to me lately? I told you I didn't need pity. I'm okay."

It's not pity I feel; it's...something a lot stronger than that, he thought.

Hiro revved up the engine and glanced over his shoulder to see if Suguru was ready. His hands slithered around his waist and gripped as tightly as he could without feeling the burning in his arms.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

In just a matter of seconds, they were off.

Hiro's doing everything he possibly can to make sure I'm comfortable. Why? I've never done anything to earn his comfort and kindness. All I've ever done was scream at him when he got a chord wrong or didn't keep up with my beat to a new song. One time it had gotten so bad to where we didn't speak for a whole two days.

Suguru rested his head against his back and hugged close to him, taking in his body warmth. A smile crept up onto his lips. He had never felt more secure and felt stupid for what he had put Hiro through already.

What is it I'm feeling? He questioned as he felt the same feeling that Hiro had the night before. A warm tingly feeling shot up his stomach and lingered in his chest.

I can't be feeling for Hiro...can I? No...it's wrong...guys don't like other guys...nature doesn't work that way. But then...why do I feel like I don't care about that?

He rubbed his cheek into Hiro's wine-red hair, having that sudden urge that he would give anything and do anything for him; all he had to do was ask.

"Are you okay?" Hiro asked, over the wind.

Suguru was so lost into his own little dream, that he took a few seconds to respond. Hiro took that delay as something being wrong and pulled over to the side of the road, bike coming to a halt.

"Hiro, I said I was okay."

"Are you sure?" Hiro asked, then got off his bike to look Suguru over. Suguru felt himself redden deeply as

Hiro drank him in from top to bottom. He had to hide his face.

"Yes...I'm sure."

Hiro frowned and changed his head angle to be able to look into Suguru's eyes, but he kept them well hidden.

"...Really?"

Suguru nodded. His heart felt like it was on fire with a sudden ache for his fellow band mate. His body grew hot, even hotter with the burns.

They were so at a loss for words to describe their feelings that they didn't hear police sirens coming at them until three cruisers were nearly on top of them from all angles. Both pairs of eyes widened at each individual car. Suguru nearly started shaking in his state.

"Young man with the red hair, back away from the victim," a cop demanded, pulling himself out of the car.

Hiro never budged, just glared with curiosity. "What is this all about?"

The cop flashed his badge, but only for a second as he walked over to the pair. He pulled out a handheld notebook and read off the pages professionally.

"We have orders to take in a...Fujisaki Suguru in for questioning. To put it bluntly, wee are lead to believe he was raped, and—"

"Whoa, whoa, hold it! Who said he was raped?!" Hiro cried, hoping this sort of thing wouldn't have happened, at least not this fast. They have been so careful so far so it wouldn't have gotten to this. He had no idea who could have blown their cover. Noriko and Shuichi were fully sided with Ryuichi. Ryuichi's not stupid enough to blow his own cover, K and Sakano were made sworn not to say anything, so what the hell's going on?

"We got an urgent call in from the hospital about this case. We already caught the rapist and he's already down at the station. Trial pending."

Hiro's brain nearly exploded with all the knowledge that flew at him and so suddenly at that.

"This can't be happening," he whispered, throwing his hands over his face.

"In fact, we're going to ask you to come along too, on the account of the murder of Grasper's Seguchi Tohma."

Hiro's mouth dropped and his eyes immediately burned with fear. He tried to swallow, but the knot wouldn't allow it. "W-What?"

"We have reasons to believe you were an accomplice with his murder..."

Grasper's Note: Yes! From here on in, is a totally different turn of events. Love, hurt, hate, betrayal, it's all there! Nice and angsty! Next chapter: 19- 'Hiro...a murderer?' come back soon!