Suguru's face was more than disturbed. He clenched at his stomach after
giving the paper back to Hiro.
"Are you okay?"
"I can't believe it," Suguru said, sitting back into the couch, staring out to nothing in particular. "He was gassed..."
"He deserved it," Hiro said in a mumble, reading the column beside it about him and his case tomorrow.
Suguru shook his head. "No one deserves death, Hiro. I wonder how he got that sentence...before your trial. Wouldn't they need him there?"
Hiro exposed the paper again to Suguru. "Looks like your parents had something to do with that one."
Suguru scoffed and turned his head, refusing to look at it. "They're so stuck up, I wouldn't doubt it. They probably paid a hefty sum for his death too."
Hiro hummed. "You're not far off. Listen to this: 'Seguchi-Fujisaki Ayame, and her husband, Kaori, of Tokyo, came together a few weeks back with the court systems and came to terms with the unfairness of the system. They demanded Aizawa-san to be put to a violent death and waved a threat into the room if it wasn't made. They had gotten their wishes and writhed with bliss as their inclination came true just early this morning.'"
Suguru's face twisted in disgust. "That's revolting. The areas they stretch to get what they want, even if it's just their own nephew. I hate it. That's why I packed up and left."
"That's why you're here," Hiro said, looking away from the paper.
Suguru nodded. "That, and because I wanted to keep things safe for you. Maybe now though without the voice of Aizawa, you might have a chance. I'll do all I can, although no doubt that my parents will be there to throw in their little opinion."
Hiro rolled his eyes. "Correct again. Says they'll be present during the court trial to be sure I follow Tachi." He paused and sighed. "To get the law to change itself, and have Aizawa sentenced to death before even his own trial, is pretty exciting. I guess though seeing as he already admitted to it, he was definitely in for life as it is. Bastard tried bringing me down with him. Bet Mr. And Mrs. Fujisaki will be banging on my door by this afternoon, demanding I join him," he said sarcastically.
Suguru exhaled quickly and angrily. "They do it and I'll put them where THEY belong. My mother didn't even...the last time she talked to Tohma was...oh I can't even remember, it's been so long. We had a party in Grasper's honor before they split up three years ago; I think that was the last time. I could be wrong though. She's always on the phone one way or another with someone."
"Party for Grasper three years ago," Hiro repeated in a murmur and chuckled. "Shuichi would have killed to go to that. Knowing him, he'd spend the entire time yelling at them, begging for them not to break up."
"My mom thought the opposite," Suguru said, playing with his fingers. "She didn't like Tohma in a band, being famous and everything. For some reason, she just flat out doesn't like music. She tried to get me to stop. When I was a kid growing up, Tohma taught me day and night how to play the keyboard. I was so stubborn that I wouldn't stop until I got it right. He liked that in me and would grant my wishes." He paused to shake his head. "Mom didn't like it. Not one bit. She threatened Tohma. I don't know what she said though, but it didn't faze him one bit. He would just merely wink at me and continue the very next day when no one was home. We were very close. Then when I was eight, he got married to Mika-san and stopped coming around. Just days later, he joined last in Grasper, just like I did to Bad Luck. I saw him fewer and fewer. I only just recently got to see him more now that he pulled a few strings and wanted to bring Bad Luck to the top." Suguru sighed, and then remembered a few heartwarming events with Tohma, which wasn't much to get him into a teary state. "I was attached to him so much to the point where it just killed me inside. That's why I was sensitive to you after I heard the recording and I went with that cop separately to the station, and distanced myself from you. It's not that I believed his words, I was just torn up."
"It's alright," Hiro whispered, touching Suguru's shoulder lightly. "At least now I know the reason why and I'm sorry for overreacting last night too. I know he was your cousin, but I...had no idea you felt that close to him."
"And after my parents find out I'm with their worst enemy...I don't know what I'm going to do. If they can send Aizawa to his death, they can do the same to you."
Breaking out into a full sob, Suguru flung his arms around Hiro and sobbed on his shoulder. "I never thought it would be like this. I always thought I had the perfect life, go to work, come home, sleep, to go school, I wouldn't have it any other way! Now that I've fallen in love...everything's changing!"
"You don't have to stay with me if it has this much of an impact on your life, Suguru," Hiro said comfortingly, rubbing his back.
"Oh Christ Hiro, I'd do anything for you. Give me a command, an order, anything. Anything you want and I'll do it."
Hiro smiled and hugged him tighter. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Suguru. I won't make you do a thing. I'm just a little scared I might lose you now. From what I read, your parents look as if they're trying to find you and will do anything to track you down here. I thought you said they knew you were gone when you moved in here?"
Suguru shook his head. "No, they don't know where I am. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but we were fighting about Tohma and I had to get out of there. It just hurt me too much."
Hiro kissed his cheek lightly and brushed his fingers through his moss colored hair.
"It's okay. I understand. I'm not angry. I love you very much, Suguru, I'm glad if anything that you came here to get away from those sorts of stressors. Will you still be there for me tomorrow?"
"Of course, Hiro. I don't care what my parents say. I'm sixteen; I can take care of myself now." He separated himself from Hiro and looked nervously into his eyes. "Just...don't tell them about Ryuichi, okay? They'll be on me for weeks about that if they hear about it, and they won't let him rest either. I've known Sakuma-san for years now and I know very well that it was an accident. Me going home and freaking out in the shower was a different story. Everything just attacked me in all angles and I felt so powerless."
Hiro sighed and shook his head. "Okay, that's enough. No more talking about these sorts of things, okay? I just want to be able to spend this last day with you, before I end up getting thrown back into the slammer," he said, taking Suguru's hands. "The same place, doing the same things, nothing will change."
"You'll win, Hiro," Suguru said. "I believe it. Even if you have a million people in there that all say you're guilty, there will still be one person guaranteed to say you're not."
Hiro swallowed hard. "Yeah, but what about the weapons with my prints on them?! Suguru, I don't OWN any weapons! I don't even have a pocket knife for Christ sake!"
Suguru ran his hand as comfortingly as he could down Hiro's arm. "I believe you. Just...let this go from your mind right now. The trial, the case, the hearing, everything, and go take a hot bath and I'll make something for breakfast, okay?"
It took a lot of courage for that one simple nod to come from Hiro, but he did it to make Suguru happy. Suguru gave him a reassuring tap on the shoulder before standing. Hiro watched him walk away in a T-shirt that was two sizes too big and smiled small.
"Suguru."
Suguru stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"Thank you...for everything. You have no idea how much it means to me."
Suguru nodded and smiled, before continuing onto the kitchen.
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Hiro turned off the water faucets after a sufficient amount of water filled up the tub. He stripped down to nothing and entered. Luckily he was able to get hot water this morning. People in the upper levels of the apartment usually took it all before he had a chance to get at it.
He leaned back against the bath pillow that was shaped like a seashell and closed his eyes, draping his arm over the side of the tub. Not once did the thoughts of the trial and the rest of his life leave his head. Now that Suguru's parents were in on this, no way would he walk. He put his hands over his face and murmured to himself softly anything that would come to his mind: the trial, the death sentence, Suguru's parents, Shuichi's distrust, although this was mostly on Shuichi's behalf. He had wondered what Shuichi was doing at this time, but then groaned when he acquired mental images that were so terribly upsetting. His "best friend" was sleeping in a warm bed beside his lover without a care in the world. He involuntarily cringed at this. If it were the Shuichi he knew, he'd be all over this, even to the point where he'd push away the cops that stood outside his front door and all around his apartment in order to come in, not resting until he did. He'd be running in circles, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Some friend," Hiro mumbled, closing his eyes and trying to enjoy the bath. As far as he knew, he was on his own. His lawyer wasn't much help. His only hope was Suguru, but was even hesitant about that thought, because of his parents being there. He couldn't just completely disobey them like that.
"Seguchi-san, I'm sorry it had to be carried out like this," he whispered into the steamed up room at nothing in particular. "We've had our disagreements, rarely I might add, but lord knows I'm not crazy enough to accomplice Aizawa in doing the dumbest thing imaginable. He had my best friend raped, a couple times actually. I hope you can see what's going on and possibly cut me some slack here. I'm in love with Suguru and I want to spent my entire life with him, but I can't do that if I'm falsely accused of something I didn't do. I need a hint, a sign, something that points me in the direction of a way out."
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"Where the hell is he?!" Ayame Fujisaki yelled out into the opened bedroom that belonged to Suguru back home. "The last time I saw him was a month ago! He's only sixteen, he can't come and go as he pleases!"
Kaori, who had just awoken, scratched his head tiredly, fingers ruffling through his messy blonde hair.
"Yes, koi," he said, in the middle of a yawn.
Ayame pivoted to him quickly, blue haired locks whirling in her face. "You're not worried?!"
Kaori shrugged. "Oh of course, but not as much as you are. It's obvious that Tohma's death caused him to leave and get his thoughts together. He's requested to show up at that accomplice's trial tomorrow, right? If he doesn't show, he gets thrown away. I think if he's smart enough, he'll show."
Ayame's hazel eyes quivered. "He doesn't even know he has to go! We got his papers in the mail, saying they requested his presence!"
Kaori just merely shrugged it off once more. "As far as I'm concerned, it'll teach him a lesson."
Ayame stiffened up. "You know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna call everyone he knows. He has a huge address book; he's bound to go somewhere! When I find him, he won't even know what hit him!"
Kaori placed both hands on his wife's shoulders and massaged softly. "You worry too much. Take it easy. Do deep breaths and calm down. I know the idea of the accomplice walking is what gets on your nerves. Don't worry, the second we get there and hear every one of Hiroshi's friend's words, that's when we get a stab at it. He'll end up like Aizawa, cold and buried in no time."
Ayame's face beamed. "I heard no one's on Hiroshi's side any longer. Maybe we should have kept that Aizawa guy around for a little while longer, at least until tomorrow afternoon."
Kaori massaged her shoulders from behind. "It's okay. We already got his word on tape. The jury will hear it and expose the evidence and even after that, I'd just love to see him walk. He's never going to see the outside again. Your brother would be proud for what good you're doing to his son."
Ayame nodded, arching into the massage. "Oh Kaori, I just can't wait any longer. I'm so excited! By this time tomorrow, Nakano Hiroshi will be dead."
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Hiro towel-dried his hair before reaching for his clothes. He slid on the same thing he wore when he awoke and grabbed his brush. He had been nothing but stressed out in the past month. He needed a big time stress reliever, anything to make him feel as if his head was in a different world. He had thought of taking it to the next level with Suguru, but also wanted something to look forward to when he got home tomorrow afternoon.
He had just finished brushing his hair when a knock on the door startled him.
"Get a grip, Nakano!" he mouthed to himself.
"It's ready, Hiro," came Suguru's voice, just loud enough for him to hear.
Hiro acknowledged it and got himself together before exiting. The moment he turned towards the kitchen, a pair of hands covered his eyes from behind. It made him flinch, but it wasn't noticeable.
He chuckled and put his own hands to the captive's elbows. "What's this all about?"
"I want you to be surprised," Suguru said, walking with him to the kitchen.
"Surprised? What kind of food do I have in the house anyway?"
He stepped down the single step to get to the kitchen and sat in the all too familiar chair.
"Can I look now?"
"Nope," came his reply.
Hiro's grin wouldn't leave his face. One hand left his eyes to fumble with something on the table, but then both were removed. Hiro's eyes rounded. Before him was a table set for a Thanksgiving Day feast, coming included with candles and the works. On his plate, lay just about any breakfast item conceivable, with a homemade blueberry muffin on the side.
"Suguru...how'd you do all this in time?" he questioned, picking up the muffin.
Suguru chuckled. "I didn't make all of it. I froze most of it, with the lack of nothing better to do while I was alone here. I was planning this since last week."
Hiro looked up with a questionable expression as Suguru took a seat in front of him. "Oh? And what would you have done if I didn't get out?"
Suguru didn't lose his smile. "I would have kept it frozen. Frozen food doesn't go bad, you know," he informed, digging into his own masterpiece. "My mom froze the top of her wedding cake in the freezer and had it a year later on her anniversary. As long as you keep it sealed, it won't go bad."
Hiro smiled. "My, you learn something new everyday, don't ya?"
The two ate in anything but silence. They went from laughter to sadness, sadness to laughter. Suguru struggled to keep tomorrow's events free from Hiro's head as best as he could, but sometimes he couldn't avoid it and Hiro would pause and look downward at his half eaten plate of food for a second or two until he felt up to eating again.
"What would you do...if I really did accomplice him?" he asked in a low voice, looking up. He expected to see a look of dead shock on the boy's face, but saw the wag of his head instead.
"I know that's not true, Hiro."
"But what if it was?"
Hiro watched Suguru take another bite before wiping his mouth and meeting his eyes back to him. "Hiro, last night you were yelling and making it quite clear that you aren't a part of this, and now you're asking me what I would do if you were?"
Hiro's face reddened as he looked downwards. "I'm just making conversation," he said.
"You know what I'd do?" Suguru asked, placing down his napkin. Hiro looked back up to him, watching him get up. "As much as it would hurt me...because my cousin's blood would be on your hands..."
Hiro's throat tightened as he got closer, right to the point where he was standing in front of him. He kicked himself mentally for asking such a dumb question.
"It wouldn't matter because I've fallen in love with you to the point where nothing could break me away."
Just as Hiro looked up, Suguru's mouth crashed down on top of his and straddled his lap. There wasn't much room between Hiro and the table, but Suguru was pleased to be squished in the middle between the both. He had to fasten himself to Hiro to be at least a half an inch from the table. Hiro greeted every hard and passionate kiss with just as much eager force.
"I love you so much," Suguru whispered into his mouth, brushing his fingers through his damp hair. Hiro moaned when he felt Suguru's hardness jutting into his stomach and his heart beating loudly against his.
"I can't wait any longer. I don't care about the candles and the silk sheets," his voice rasped. "I don't care about the handcuffs and the whips. All I want is you, here and now."
Suguru's raspy talking made Hiro's body betray him, despite his wishes to wait. Suddenly, everything escaped his mind: the trial, Shuichi, everything that he wanted to forget and prayed he would. The only thing he was conscious to was the beautiful boy in front of him.
Hiro ran his hands down Suguru's back and kept going lower and lower until his hands reached their goal. Suguru let loose a tiny groan as Hiro's talented hands worked lovingly around his lower backside, trying to find the end of the long gray T-shirt. He smiled mentally when his hand touched Suguru's bare skin, signaling he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Suguru continued to kiss him as just Hiro's fingertips dipped inside his ambition, running smoothly and extracting a surprised gasp from Suguru's mouth. He squirmed on Hiro's lap, obviously trying to give him better access. He let out a surprised gasp of his own when Suguru moved over his growing erection. Suguru grew red in the face and paused to look at Hiro.
"What's wrong?" Hiro questioned, worried at his sudden actions.
Suguru hesitated before speaking. "Well...I've never...I'm scared..."
Hiro stared back into the hazel eyes of his lover. "There is nothing to be scared about. I wanted to wait, but if I never come back, I'll give you something to remember me by."
"You'll make it, Hiro," Suguru whispered, meeting their lips together again, softly. "I have faith in it."
When Hiro wasn't kissing him back, Suguru's eyes opened back up with questions waiting to be answered. They did all the talking.
"I'm sorry," Hiro said with a sigh, rubbing his face with a single hand. "I can't do this now."
All tomorrows' events started gathering in his head again at multiple speeds that couldn't be slowed down. The brief bliss of disperses he had hoped would never come to an end.
"You...you're disgusted...aren't you?" Suguru said, half hurt and half whispered.
Before Hiro could find words to say that weren't so trite, Suguru scurried off of him and started clearing the table.
"Suguru..."
"Don't even say it, Hiro, I understand totally," he said, not even looking at him and sniffling as he hurried to clear the table, as if he were being timed. "I make a complete fool of myself, telling you I loved you, and you don't want anything more to do with me. I cook, I cleaned this dump, picked up all your crap, and I still don't even get a 'thank you'."
"You're so full of shit!" Hiro lashed out suddenly, surprising himself, but let it pass.
Suguru thought the same and continued to move back and forth at an unnecessary pace.
"Did I not thank you before I took that bath this morning?!"
Suguru threw the last bit of plates and silverware into the sink and spun around to face him. "Oh is that was it was? Strange, to me it seemed more of a 'thanks for being my servant, continue to do so' deal."
Hiro clenched his fist and delivered it to the adjacent wall, eyes flaring at the boy. "I don't know what the hell happened to you in just the past minute, but I don't have to sit there and take this shit! First of all, I NEVER asked you to come here and pick up after me, second, I'm going to be sentenced to death tomorrow afternoon and this is how you treat your last day with me?!"
Suguru shot back an identical look. Not knowing where this sudden rage of hatred suddenly built up inside him, but he wasn't about to fight it. Both sides agreed with each other and fought together to fight back with Hiro. "What do I care what they do to you? You murdered my cousin," he shot, narrowing his eyes. "I might as well just join the bandwagon and stop lying to myself."
There was only one way in and out of the kitchen, and that was through the doorway that Hiro was standing in.
"I did not murder your cousin," Hiro hissed hatefully through clenched teeth. "You're just pissed off because I won't fuck you and turn you into the little whore that you are!"
Suguru stepped forth, rage building up within him and getting stronger and stronger and the love for him getting further and further away.
"I'm the whore?!" he cried. "Look at you! Sleeping with Usami Ayaka-chan, just because Shuichi wouldn't give you the time of day! Unlike you, I've never even had my first kiss until yesterday, and I'm sorry to say I wasted it on a street rat!"
Hiro pointed to himself. "Street rat? Excuse me if I don't live under the roof of mommy and daddy 'I get everything I want, plus millions more!' I never said you had to come here! And if I remember correctly, it was YOU who kissed ME! Don't be throwing this back in my face! YOU wanted me to make love to you! None of this is my fault! I never forced you to come here!"
"You're right. And now I don't have to stay, now do I? I'm not the one being spied on. I'm free to go all I want!"
Hiro refused to move out of the way and purposely stretched out in the doorframe when he learned Suguru wanted to leave the room. Suguru wasn't in the mood to be playing games. So far with feeling of being taken advantage of, to right down to not being wanted enough, he stepped out of his own state of mind and approached Hiro, brushing him aside with all the strength he could gather for the time being, so he could get whatever things together he had there and leave. As he was stepping towards the bedroom, he cried out in shock as he was hurled back and thrown to the wall, pinned by his shoulders. He winced at the amount of pressure that held him, nearly crushing his shoulders. Hiro had an out of body experience as well as he pinned his love to the wall, pupil swallowing up his whole eye in indignation. His hands flinched, almost as if he wanted to strike him, making Suguru flinch as well, involuntarily trying to flee his groundbreaking grasp.
"Let go of me! I'm leaving! I never want to see you again!"
Something in Suguru's voice brought Hiro to the edge. Without even thinking twice, his fist collided with Suguru's angelic face, making a loud and never forgetting sound, that made part of him come back to earth.
Suguru's head throbbed on contact as he let out a squeal of distress, but mostly of surprise. He straightened his head up, covering his quickly swelling cheek.
"Go ahead! Do it again! Be what everyone assumes you are, you murderer!" he screamed.
The sound of his voice penetrated Hiro's brain and his grip immediately was taken off the boy. The second he could move, Suguru ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, but not after he could make it clear that he hated him. Hiro unclenched his fists and watched as the whitened part of his knuckles regained blood flow. His hands shook, slowly at first, but as many tears and whispered questions to himself, his hands shook faster. He suddenly had a hate for himself, a hate that he never felt until a couple seconds ago, during his outer body experience. He had hurt the love of his life, over something irrationally absurd and dreadfully stupid.
Suguru's sobs could be heard as clear as day from the bathroom. As the tears flowed down Hiro's face, he debated whether or not he wanted to try and start apologizing at this very second. At this moment, nothing else seemed to matter, once again. His only strength was now scarred for life, by his own maddened temper and swift fist.
After apologizing left his head and five minutes of standing in the doorway had passed, he cleaned up the rest of the breakfast that was so hard to make, but had to end in this sort of way. He blew out the candles on the table and put them away. Feeling bad, he ate the rest of his breakfast and washed the rest of the plates and dried them.
Fifteen minutes later he was through and it just touched twelve. There was still no movement inside the bathroom. Heaving a sigh, Hiro went into the living room, trying to think of something to do. He wanted to let Suguru be, so he wouldn't be even angrier with him.
He picked up his neglected guitar from the arm of the couch and pressed it to him, feeling the need to hear music and believe as if he were with Bad Luck again, needing to feel anything but tomorrow coming his way. Strumming lightly, he found his fingers working to Anti-Nostalgic, for a number of reasons, but mostly because he felt alone and needed someone. Normally he would leave the singing up to Shuichi, but when it came down to it, he also sung very well.
He first started off with a low hum as his gifted fingers graced along the strings professionally. As soon as he reached the chorus, his voice took over, low and painfully. It didn't take long for tears to well up in his eyes, but continued to play and let loose his emotions. He put one leg up on the couch, resting the guitar on his knee, looking downwards and closing his eyes.
Suguru crept to the bathroom door when he heard the song being played, and opened it. Hiro's back was faced towards him, so he felt it was safe to venture out, but very quietly. A fresh batch of tears came to his eyes as well when he felt Hiro's passion scratch through the song like daggers on ice. He knew Hiro tried to cover up the scars on his heart by playing a song that understood him, something that no one did.
When the song was through, he played the final strum, then paused for a few seconds, letting the guitar fall to the ground. Suguru's eyes went wide. He watched with a torn heart as Hiro threw both hands over his face and sobbed so hard, that it could have been mistaken for a scream. This wasn't right, and he knew it. He was innocent without a second thought. The more he cried, the more his head throbbed.
Suguru hesitated when he stepped a few feet closer to him. He was the main reason that Hiro was practically suicidal.
Hiro was in the middle of sobbing with no words coming from his mouth, when Suguru dropped to the ground behind him and snaked his arms around his waist, clamping tightly and resting his head on his shoulder.
"Please don't say those things, Hiro," Suguru sobbed, joining in with him. "I know it's my fault, it's always my fault. I've already apologized for so many things since this incident happened and I'm feeling as if everything's slipping away even faster."
Hiro felt his shoulder soak to the bone with tears.
"I hate fighting, Suguru," he whispered. "I hate fighting with the only thing I got to my name right now. If you want to leave, I understand. I won't stop you. My life is so fucked up right now; it's better if you don't get attached anymore than you are already. This has by now destroyed me, I don't want you to be destroyed too!"
Suguru never stopped crying.
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Hours passed and it just seemed like time was going by faster and faster for the both of them. Of course, they ended up patching things up between them and got along better than ever. There wasn't a minute that went by that Suguru didn't let Hiro know how much he loved him and promised that he'd stand by him, no matter what.
It was quickly approaching midnight and Hiro was flipping through the stations on his TV. He couldn't sleep at all. Suguru had fallen asleep moments ago, head on his lap. His fingers slowly waved through Suguru's hair, calming him to the point of falling straight to sleep, despite his promise to stay up with Hiro all night. Tomorrow was going to be a big day and he needed all the rest he could get.
Hiro sighed and turned off the TV, placing the remote down and scooping Suguru into his arms carefully as he stood up. Suguru didn't awaken, just quietly stirred.
"Why do you want to get mixed in with all this?" Hiro whispered, as he walked the only few feet it took him to get to his room. "I'll never understand. Tohma's your cousin. You should hate me more than anyone else in the world. You were so close to him."
Tears built up and fell from Hiro's eyes as he set his lover onto the opposite side of the bed, then got onto the opposite side, covering them both up. This was his last night by Suguru's side for what might be the rest of his life.
"I would still never hate you," came Suguru's whisper voice as Hiro snuggled up beside him.
Hiro smiled to himself, shutting his eyes and sharing body heat with Suguru, when he had thought he heard a door knock. Being half in and half out of it, he wasn't sure if it was in his dreams, or if it was really a knock. His eyes opened slowly to a dark room, awaking to a loud pound on his front door, hours later. It seemed to have alerted Suguru as well.
"What's going on?" Suguru asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"I have no damn idea. They aren't supposed to come this late!"
Hiro told Suguru to stay hidden, while he went to check it out. He brushed all tiredness from his face and fumbled with the locks on his door.
"Open up this door faster Nakano Hiroshi or I'll get you in even more trouble!"
The loud voice belonged to a woman. Evidently Hiro wasn't going fast enough for her.
"What's the problem?" Hiro asked, in a bit of a growl, as the door was opened. There, stood a woman with blue hair, a man with blond, and a few cops surrounding them.
"Nakano, you mind if we come in and take a look around?" the lead officer asked.
Hiro's heart jumped up into his throat, and his eyes went slightly wide, but tried not to release any information by body language.
"What's this all about?" Hiro questioned.
The only woman was in a crying mess, sobbing into the shoulder of what Hiro believed was her husband.
"We have reason to believe that you're holding Fujisaki Suguru here, against the parole rules and against his will.
"Are you okay?"
"I can't believe it," Suguru said, sitting back into the couch, staring out to nothing in particular. "He was gassed..."
"He deserved it," Hiro said in a mumble, reading the column beside it about him and his case tomorrow.
Suguru shook his head. "No one deserves death, Hiro. I wonder how he got that sentence...before your trial. Wouldn't they need him there?"
Hiro exposed the paper again to Suguru. "Looks like your parents had something to do with that one."
Suguru scoffed and turned his head, refusing to look at it. "They're so stuck up, I wouldn't doubt it. They probably paid a hefty sum for his death too."
Hiro hummed. "You're not far off. Listen to this: 'Seguchi-Fujisaki Ayame, and her husband, Kaori, of Tokyo, came together a few weeks back with the court systems and came to terms with the unfairness of the system. They demanded Aizawa-san to be put to a violent death and waved a threat into the room if it wasn't made. They had gotten their wishes and writhed with bliss as their inclination came true just early this morning.'"
Suguru's face twisted in disgust. "That's revolting. The areas they stretch to get what they want, even if it's just their own nephew. I hate it. That's why I packed up and left."
"That's why you're here," Hiro said, looking away from the paper.
Suguru nodded. "That, and because I wanted to keep things safe for you. Maybe now though without the voice of Aizawa, you might have a chance. I'll do all I can, although no doubt that my parents will be there to throw in their little opinion."
Hiro rolled his eyes. "Correct again. Says they'll be present during the court trial to be sure I follow Tachi." He paused and sighed. "To get the law to change itself, and have Aizawa sentenced to death before even his own trial, is pretty exciting. I guess though seeing as he already admitted to it, he was definitely in for life as it is. Bastard tried bringing me down with him. Bet Mr. And Mrs. Fujisaki will be banging on my door by this afternoon, demanding I join him," he said sarcastically.
Suguru exhaled quickly and angrily. "They do it and I'll put them where THEY belong. My mother didn't even...the last time she talked to Tohma was...oh I can't even remember, it's been so long. We had a party in Grasper's honor before they split up three years ago; I think that was the last time. I could be wrong though. She's always on the phone one way or another with someone."
"Party for Grasper three years ago," Hiro repeated in a murmur and chuckled. "Shuichi would have killed to go to that. Knowing him, he'd spend the entire time yelling at them, begging for them not to break up."
"My mom thought the opposite," Suguru said, playing with his fingers. "She didn't like Tohma in a band, being famous and everything. For some reason, she just flat out doesn't like music. She tried to get me to stop. When I was a kid growing up, Tohma taught me day and night how to play the keyboard. I was so stubborn that I wouldn't stop until I got it right. He liked that in me and would grant my wishes." He paused to shake his head. "Mom didn't like it. Not one bit. She threatened Tohma. I don't know what she said though, but it didn't faze him one bit. He would just merely wink at me and continue the very next day when no one was home. We were very close. Then when I was eight, he got married to Mika-san and stopped coming around. Just days later, he joined last in Grasper, just like I did to Bad Luck. I saw him fewer and fewer. I only just recently got to see him more now that he pulled a few strings and wanted to bring Bad Luck to the top." Suguru sighed, and then remembered a few heartwarming events with Tohma, which wasn't much to get him into a teary state. "I was attached to him so much to the point where it just killed me inside. That's why I was sensitive to you after I heard the recording and I went with that cop separately to the station, and distanced myself from you. It's not that I believed his words, I was just torn up."
"It's alright," Hiro whispered, touching Suguru's shoulder lightly. "At least now I know the reason why and I'm sorry for overreacting last night too. I know he was your cousin, but I...had no idea you felt that close to him."
"And after my parents find out I'm with their worst enemy...I don't know what I'm going to do. If they can send Aizawa to his death, they can do the same to you."
Breaking out into a full sob, Suguru flung his arms around Hiro and sobbed on his shoulder. "I never thought it would be like this. I always thought I had the perfect life, go to work, come home, sleep, to go school, I wouldn't have it any other way! Now that I've fallen in love...everything's changing!"
"You don't have to stay with me if it has this much of an impact on your life, Suguru," Hiro said comfortingly, rubbing his back.
"Oh Christ Hiro, I'd do anything for you. Give me a command, an order, anything. Anything you want and I'll do it."
Hiro smiled and hugged him tighter. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Suguru. I won't make you do a thing. I'm just a little scared I might lose you now. From what I read, your parents look as if they're trying to find you and will do anything to track you down here. I thought you said they knew you were gone when you moved in here?"
Suguru shook his head. "No, they don't know where I am. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but we were fighting about Tohma and I had to get out of there. It just hurt me too much."
Hiro kissed his cheek lightly and brushed his fingers through his moss colored hair.
"It's okay. I understand. I'm not angry. I love you very much, Suguru, I'm glad if anything that you came here to get away from those sorts of stressors. Will you still be there for me tomorrow?"
"Of course, Hiro. I don't care what my parents say. I'm sixteen; I can take care of myself now." He separated himself from Hiro and looked nervously into his eyes. "Just...don't tell them about Ryuichi, okay? They'll be on me for weeks about that if they hear about it, and they won't let him rest either. I've known Sakuma-san for years now and I know very well that it was an accident. Me going home and freaking out in the shower was a different story. Everything just attacked me in all angles and I felt so powerless."
Hiro sighed and shook his head. "Okay, that's enough. No more talking about these sorts of things, okay? I just want to be able to spend this last day with you, before I end up getting thrown back into the slammer," he said, taking Suguru's hands. "The same place, doing the same things, nothing will change."
"You'll win, Hiro," Suguru said. "I believe it. Even if you have a million people in there that all say you're guilty, there will still be one person guaranteed to say you're not."
Hiro swallowed hard. "Yeah, but what about the weapons with my prints on them?! Suguru, I don't OWN any weapons! I don't even have a pocket knife for Christ sake!"
Suguru ran his hand as comfortingly as he could down Hiro's arm. "I believe you. Just...let this go from your mind right now. The trial, the case, the hearing, everything, and go take a hot bath and I'll make something for breakfast, okay?"
It took a lot of courage for that one simple nod to come from Hiro, but he did it to make Suguru happy. Suguru gave him a reassuring tap on the shoulder before standing. Hiro watched him walk away in a T-shirt that was two sizes too big and smiled small.
"Suguru."
Suguru stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"Thank you...for everything. You have no idea how much it means to me."
Suguru nodded and smiled, before continuing onto the kitchen.
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Hiro turned off the water faucets after a sufficient amount of water filled up the tub. He stripped down to nothing and entered. Luckily he was able to get hot water this morning. People in the upper levels of the apartment usually took it all before he had a chance to get at it.
He leaned back against the bath pillow that was shaped like a seashell and closed his eyes, draping his arm over the side of the tub. Not once did the thoughts of the trial and the rest of his life leave his head. Now that Suguru's parents were in on this, no way would he walk. He put his hands over his face and murmured to himself softly anything that would come to his mind: the trial, the death sentence, Suguru's parents, Shuichi's distrust, although this was mostly on Shuichi's behalf. He had wondered what Shuichi was doing at this time, but then groaned when he acquired mental images that were so terribly upsetting. His "best friend" was sleeping in a warm bed beside his lover without a care in the world. He involuntarily cringed at this. If it were the Shuichi he knew, he'd be all over this, even to the point where he'd push away the cops that stood outside his front door and all around his apartment in order to come in, not resting until he did. He'd be running in circles, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Some friend," Hiro mumbled, closing his eyes and trying to enjoy the bath. As far as he knew, he was on his own. His lawyer wasn't much help. His only hope was Suguru, but was even hesitant about that thought, because of his parents being there. He couldn't just completely disobey them like that.
"Seguchi-san, I'm sorry it had to be carried out like this," he whispered into the steamed up room at nothing in particular. "We've had our disagreements, rarely I might add, but lord knows I'm not crazy enough to accomplice Aizawa in doing the dumbest thing imaginable. He had my best friend raped, a couple times actually. I hope you can see what's going on and possibly cut me some slack here. I'm in love with Suguru and I want to spent my entire life with him, but I can't do that if I'm falsely accused of something I didn't do. I need a hint, a sign, something that points me in the direction of a way out."
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"Where the hell is he?!" Ayame Fujisaki yelled out into the opened bedroom that belonged to Suguru back home. "The last time I saw him was a month ago! He's only sixteen, he can't come and go as he pleases!"
Kaori, who had just awoken, scratched his head tiredly, fingers ruffling through his messy blonde hair.
"Yes, koi," he said, in the middle of a yawn.
Ayame pivoted to him quickly, blue haired locks whirling in her face. "You're not worried?!"
Kaori shrugged. "Oh of course, but not as much as you are. It's obvious that Tohma's death caused him to leave and get his thoughts together. He's requested to show up at that accomplice's trial tomorrow, right? If he doesn't show, he gets thrown away. I think if he's smart enough, he'll show."
Ayame's hazel eyes quivered. "He doesn't even know he has to go! We got his papers in the mail, saying they requested his presence!"
Kaori just merely shrugged it off once more. "As far as I'm concerned, it'll teach him a lesson."
Ayame stiffened up. "You know what I'm gonna do, I'm gonna call everyone he knows. He has a huge address book; he's bound to go somewhere! When I find him, he won't even know what hit him!"
Kaori placed both hands on his wife's shoulders and massaged softly. "You worry too much. Take it easy. Do deep breaths and calm down. I know the idea of the accomplice walking is what gets on your nerves. Don't worry, the second we get there and hear every one of Hiroshi's friend's words, that's when we get a stab at it. He'll end up like Aizawa, cold and buried in no time."
Ayame's face beamed. "I heard no one's on Hiroshi's side any longer. Maybe we should have kept that Aizawa guy around for a little while longer, at least until tomorrow afternoon."
Kaori massaged her shoulders from behind. "It's okay. We already got his word on tape. The jury will hear it and expose the evidence and even after that, I'd just love to see him walk. He's never going to see the outside again. Your brother would be proud for what good you're doing to his son."
Ayame nodded, arching into the massage. "Oh Kaori, I just can't wait any longer. I'm so excited! By this time tomorrow, Nakano Hiroshi will be dead."
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Hiro towel-dried his hair before reaching for his clothes. He slid on the same thing he wore when he awoke and grabbed his brush. He had been nothing but stressed out in the past month. He needed a big time stress reliever, anything to make him feel as if his head was in a different world. He had thought of taking it to the next level with Suguru, but also wanted something to look forward to when he got home tomorrow afternoon.
He had just finished brushing his hair when a knock on the door startled him.
"Get a grip, Nakano!" he mouthed to himself.
"It's ready, Hiro," came Suguru's voice, just loud enough for him to hear.
Hiro acknowledged it and got himself together before exiting. The moment he turned towards the kitchen, a pair of hands covered his eyes from behind. It made him flinch, but it wasn't noticeable.
He chuckled and put his own hands to the captive's elbows. "What's this all about?"
"I want you to be surprised," Suguru said, walking with him to the kitchen.
"Surprised? What kind of food do I have in the house anyway?"
He stepped down the single step to get to the kitchen and sat in the all too familiar chair.
"Can I look now?"
"Nope," came his reply.
Hiro's grin wouldn't leave his face. One hand left his eyes to fumble with something on the table, but then both were removed. Hiro's eyes rounded. Before him was a table set for a Thanksgiving Day feast, coming included with candles and the works. On his plate, lay just about any breakfast item conceivable, with a homemade blueberry muffin on the side.
"Suguru...how'd you do all this in time?" he questioned, picking up the muffin.
Suguru chuckled. "I didn't make all of it. I froze most of it, with the lack of nothing better to do while I was alone here. I was planning this since last week."
Hiro looked up with a questionable expression as Suguru took a seat in front of him. "Oh? And what would you have done if I didn't get out?"
Suguru didn't lose his smile. "I would have kept it frozen. Frozen food doesn't go bad, you know," he informed, digging into his own masterpiece. "My mom froze the top of her wedding cake in the freezer and had it a year later on her anniversary. As long as you keep it sealed, it won't go bad."
Hiro smiled. "My, you learn something new everyday, don't ya?"
The two ate in anything but silence. They went from laughter to sadness, sadness to laughter. Suguru struggled to keep tomorrow's events free from Hiro's head as best as he could, but sometimes he couldn't avoid it and Hiro would pause and look downward at his half eaten plate of food for a second or two until he felt up to eating again.
"What would you do...if I really did accomplice him?" he asked in a low voice, looking up. He expected to see a look of dead shock on the boy's face, but saw the wag of his head instead.
"I know that's not true, Hiro."
"But what if it was?"
Hiro watched Suguru take another bite before wiping his mouth and meeting his eyes back to him. "Hiro, last night you were yelling and making it quite clear that you aren't a part of this, and now you're asking me what I would do if you were?"
Hiro's face reddened as he looked downwards. "I'm just making conversation," he said.
"You know what I'd do?" Suguru asked, placing down his napkin. Hiro looked back up to him, watching him get up. "As much as it would hurt me...because my cousin's blood would be on your hands..."
Hiro's throat tightened as he got closer, right to the point where he was standing in front of him. He kicked himself mentally for asking such a dumb question.
"It wouldn't matter because I've fallen in love with you to the point where nothing could break me away."
Just as Hiro looked up, Suguru's mouth crashed down on top of his and straddled his lap. There wasn't much room between Hiro and the table, but Suguru was pleased to be squished in the middle between the both. He had to fasten himself to Hiro to be at least a half an inch from the table. Hiro greeted every hard and passionate kiss with just as much eager force.
"I love you so much," Suguru whispered into his mouth, brushing his fingers through his damp hair. Hiro moaned when he felt Suguru's hardness jutting into his stomach and his heart beating loudly against his.
"I can't wait any longer. I don't care about the candles and the silk sheets," his voice rasped. "I don't care about the handcuffs and the whips. All I want is you, here and now."
Suguru's raspy talking made Hiro's body betray him, despite his wishes to wait. Suddenly, everything escaped his mind: the trial, Shuichi, everything that he wanted to forget and prayed he would. The only thing he was conscious to was the beautiful boy in front of him.
Hiro ran his hands down Suguru's back and kept going lower and lower until his hands reached their goal. Suguru let loose a tiny groan as Hiro's talented hands worked lovingly around his lower backside, trying to find the end of the long gray T-shirt. He smiled mentally when his hand touched Suguru's bare skin, signaling he wasn't wearing any underwear.
Suguru continued to kiss him as just Hiro's fingertips dipped inside his ambition, running smoothly and extracting a surprised gasp from Suguru's mouth. He squirmed on Hiro's lap, obviously trying to give him better access. He let out a surprised gasp of his own when Suguru moved over his growing erection. Suguru grew red in the face and paused to look at Hiro.
"What's wrong?" Hiro questioned, worried at his sudden actions.
Suguru hesitated before speaking. "Well...I've never...I'm scared..."
Hiro stared back into the hazel eyes of his lover. "There is nothing to be scared about. I wanted to wait, but if I never come back, I'll give you something to remember me by."
"You'll make it, Hiro," Suguru whispered, meeting their lips together again, softly. "I have faith in it."
When Hiro wasn't kissing him back, Suguru's eyes opened back up with questions waiting to be answered. They did all the talking.
"I'm sorry," Hiro said with a sigh, rubbing his face with a single hand. "I can't do this now."
All tomorrows' events started gathering in his head again at multiple speeds that couldn't be slowed down. The brief bliss of disperses he had hoped would never come to an end.
"You...you're disgusted...aren't you?" Suguru said, half hurt and half whispered.
Before Hiro could find words to say that weren't so trite, Suguru scurried off of him and started clearing the table.
"Suguru..."
"Don't even say it, Hiro, I understand totally," he said, not even looking at him and sniffling as he hurried to clear the table, as if he were being timed. "I make a complete fool of myself, telling you I loved you, and you don't want anything more to do with me. I cook, I cleaned this dump, picked up all your crap, and I still don't even get a 'thank you'."
"You're so full of shit!" Hiro lashed out suddenly, surprising himself, but let it pass.
Suguru thought the same and continued to move back and forth at an unnecessary pace.
"Did I not thank you before I took that bath this morning?!"
Suguru threw the last bit of plates and silverware into the sink and spun around to face him. "Oh is that was it was? Strange, to me it seemed more of a 'thanks for being my servant, continue to do so' deal."
Hiro clenched his fist and delivered it to the adjacent wall, eyes flaring at the boy. "I don't know what the hell happened to you in just the past minute, but I don't have to sit there and take this shit! First of all, I NEVER asked you to come here and pick up after me, second, I'm going to be sentenced to death tomorrow afternoon and this is how you treat your last day with me?!"
Suguru shot back an identical look. Not knowing where this sudden rage of hatred suddenly built up inside him, but he wasn't about to fight it. Both sides agreed with each other and fought together to fight back with Hiro. "What do I care what they do to you? You murdered my cousin," he shot, narrowing his eyes. "I might as well just join the bandwagon and stop lying to myself."
There was only one way in and out of the kitchen, and that was through the doorway that Hiro was standing in.
"I did not murder your cousin," Hiro hissed hatefully through clenched teeth. "You're just pissed off because I won't fuck you and turn you into the little whore that you are!"
Suguru stepped forth, rage building up within him and getting stronger and stronger and the love for him getting further and further away.
"I'm the whore?!" he cried. "Look at you! Sleeping with Usami Ayaka-chan, just because Shuichi wouldn't give you the time of day! Unlike you, I've never even had my first kiss until yesterday, and I'm sorry to say I wasted it on a street rat!"
Hiro pointed to himself. "Street rat? Excuse me if I don't live under the roof of mommy and daddy 'I get everything I want, plus millions more!' I never said you had to come here! And if I remember correctly, it was YOU who kissed ME! Don't be throwing this back in my face! YOU wanted me to make love to you! None of this is my fault! I never forced you to come here!"
"You're right. And now I don't have to stay, now do I? I'm not the one being spied on. I'm free to go all I want!"
Hiro refused to move out of the way and purposely stretched out in the doorframe when he learned Suguru wanted to leave the room. Suguru wasn't in the mood to be playing games. So far with feeling of being taken advantage of, to right down to not being wanted enough, he stepped out of his own state of mind and approached Hiro, brushing him aside with all the strength he could gather for the time being, so he could get whatever things together he had there and leave. As he was stepping towards the bedroom, he cried out in shock as he was hurled back and thrown to the wall, pinned by his shoulders. He winced at the amount of pressure that held him, nearly crushing his shoulders. Hiro had an out of body experience as well as he pinned his love to the wall, pupil swallowing up his whole eye in indignation. His hands flinched, almost as if he wanted to strike him, making Suguru flinch as well, involuntarily trying to flee his groundbreaking grasp.
"Let go of me! I'm leaving! I never want to see you again!"
Something in Suguru's voice brought Hiro to the edge. Without even thinking twice, his fist collided with Suguru's angelic face, making a loud and never forgetting sound, that made part of him come back to earth.
Suguru's head throbbed on contact as he let out a squeal of distress, but mostly of surprise. He straightened his head up, covering his quickly swelling cheek.
"Go ahead! Do it again! Be what everyone assumes you are, you murderer!" he screamed.
The sound of his voice penetrated Hiro's brain and his grip immediately was taken off the boy. The second he could move, Suguru ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, but not after he could make it clear that he hated him. Hiro unclenched his fists and watched as the whitened part of his knuckles regained blood flow. His hands shook, slowly at first, but as many tears and whispered questions to himself, his hands shook faster. He suddenly had a hate for himself, a hate that he never felt until a couple seconds ago, during his outer body experience. He had hurt the love of his life, over something irrationally absurd and dreadfully stupid.
Suguru's sobs could be heard as clear as day from the bathroom. As the tears flowed down Hiro's face, he debated whether or not he wanted to try and start apologizing at this very second. At this moment, nothing else seemed to matter, once again. His only strength was now scarred for life, by his own maddened temper and swift fist.
After apologizing left his head and five minutes of standing in the doorway had passed, he cleaned up the rest of the breakfast that was so hard to make, but had to end in this sort of way. He blew out the candles on the table and put them away. Feeling bad, he ate the rest of his breakfast and washed the rest of the plates and dried them.
Fifteen minutes later he was through and it just touched twelve. There was still no movement inside the bathroom. Heaving a sigh, Hiro went into the living room, trying to think of something to do. He wanted to let Suguru be, so he wouldn't be even angrier with him.
He picked up his neglected guitar from the arm of the couch and pressed it to him, feeling the need to hear music and believe as if he were with Bad Luck again, needing to feel anything but tomorrow coming his way. Strumming lightly, he found his fingers working to Anti-Nostalgic, for a number of reasons, but mostly because he felt alone and needed someone. Normally he would leave the singing up to Shuichi, but when it came down to it, he also sung very well.
He first started off with a low hum as his gifted fingers graced along the strings professionally. As soon as he reached the chorus, his voice took over, low and painfully. It didn't take long for tears to well up in his eyes, but continued to play and let loose his emotions. He put one leg up on the couch, resting the guitar on his knee, looking downwards and closing his eyes.
Suguru crept to the bathroom door when he heard the song being played, and opened it. Hiro's back was faced towards him, so he felt it was safe to venture out, but very quietly. A fresh batch of tears came to his eyes as well when he felt Hiro's passion scratch through the song like daggers on ice. He knew Hiro tried to cover up the scars on his heart by playing a song that understood him, something that no one did.
When the song was through, he played the final strum, then paused for a few seconds, letting the guitar fall to the ground. Suguru's eyes went wide. He watched with a torn heart as Hiro threw both hands over his face and sobbed so hard, that it could have been mistaken for a scream. This wasn't right, and he knew it. He was innocent without a second thought. The more he cried, the more his head throbbed.
Suguru hesitated when he stepped a few feet closer to him. He was the main reason that Hiro was practically suicidal.
Hiro was in the middle of sobbing with no words coming from his mouth, when Suguru dropped to the ground behind him and snaked his arms around his waist, clamping tightly and resting his head on his shoulder.
"Please don't say those things, Hiro," Suguru sobbed, joining in with him. "I know it's my fault, it's always my fault. I've already apologized for so many things since this incident happened and I'm feeling as if everything's slipping away even faster."
Hiro felt his shoulder soak to the bone with tears.
"I hate fighting, Suguru," he whispered. "I hate fighting with the only thing I got to my name right now. If you want to leave, I understand. I won't stop you. My life is so fucked up right now; it's better if you don't get attached anymore than you are already. This has by now destroyed me, I don't want you to be destroyed too!"
Suguru never stopped crying.
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Hours passed and it just seemed like time was going by faster and faster for the both of them. Of course, they ended up patching things up between them and got along better than ever. There wasn't a minute that went by that Suguru didn't let Hiro know how much he loved him and promised that he'd stand by him, no matter what.
It was quickly approaching midnight and Hiro was flipping through the stations on his TV. He couldn't sleep at all. Suguru had fallen asleep moments ago, head on his lap. His fingers slowly waved through Suguru's hair, calming him to the point of falling straight to sleep, despite his promise to stay up with Hiro all night. Tomorrow was going to be a big day and he needed all the rest he could get.
Hiro sighed and turned off the TV, placing the remote down and scooping Suguru into his arms carefully as he stood up. Suguru didn't awaken, just quietly stirred.
"Why do you want to get mixed in with all this?" Hiro whispered, as he walked the only few feet it took him to get to his room. "I'll never understand. Tohma's your cousin. You should hate me more than anyone else in the world. You were so close to him."
Tears built up and fell from Hiro's eyes as he set his lover onto the opposite side of the bed, then got onto the opposite side, covering them both up. This was his last night by Suguru's side for what might be the rest of his life.
"I would still never hate you," came Suguru's whisper voice as Hiro snuggled up beside him.
Hiro smiled to himself, shutting his eyes and sharing body heat with Suguru, when he had thought he heard a door knock. Being half in and half out of it, he wasn't sure if it was in his dreams, or if it was really a knock. His eyes opened slowly to a dark room, awaking to a loud pound on his front door, hours later. It seemed to have alerted Suguru as well.
"What's going on?" Suguru asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.
"I have no damn idea. They aren't supposed to come this late!"
Hiro told Suguru to stay hidden, while he went to check it out. He brushed all tiredness from his face and fumbled with the locks on his door.
"Open up this door faster Nakano Hiroshi or I'll get you in even more trouble!"
The loud voice belonged to a woman. Evidently Hiro wasn't going fast enough for her.
"What's the problem?" Hiro asked, in a bit of a growl, as the door was opened. There, stood a woman with blue hair, a man with blond, and a few cops surrounding them.
"Nakano, you mind if we come in and take a look around?" the lead officer asked.
Hiro's heart jumped up into his throat, and his eyes went slightly wide, but tried not to release any information by body language.
"What's this all about?" Hiro questioned.
The only woman was in a crying mess, sobbing into the shoulder of what Hiro believed was her husband.
"We have reason to believe that you're holding Fujisaki Suguru here, against the parole rules and against his will.