Author's Note: God, I hate my computer.
The Heartless
Hope Never Saved Nobody
Yuki had never been to Tohma's house.He didn't even know Tohma had a house. He supposed the fashion mongrel lived in some hole under his producing studio. Apparently not.
The house was elaborately decorated with just about every peice of artwork known to mankind. An expensive and fancy-looking home entertainment system had been installed in the wall left of a huge window.
The wall across form the entertainment system had a large fish tank with blue lights shining out of it and exoctic fish swimming abotu inside. There was a large bar in front of the fish tank, a few glasses were on top. Most of them were empty and in front of one swivel chair while only one was completely full in front of another swivel chair.
Mr. Sakano was sitting on one of the white leather couches by the home entertainment system and staring at two identical remotes. Groaning, he placed them back on the fancy redwood coffee table and watched the fish swim in their large blue tank.
Tohma spun around in the middle of his living room, furry black trench coat-thing and matching handbag swinging around with him. "Isn't it wonderful!?" he cried, smiling at everything.
Yuki nodded, still examining the many items in the huge living room. If all of this was in just one room, how much stuff was in any of the others? He unbuckled his straight jacket, shrugging it off and placing it on a counter.
He was wearing a surprisingly clean white shirt underneath. Clean, probably because the nurse had changed it today. He stared at himslef in a large mirror opposite him. He blinked.
God, he look so...sick. His eyes were softer, sadder. Dark circles lined them and his skin was so pale it made the snow-white carpet look tan. His waistline had thinned considerably. What was one a six pack were now deep depressions where skin stretched over bones.
Tohma suddenly appeared next to him in the reflection, frowning along with Yuki. "You need to eat." he stated simply, walking into a different, just-as-large room. Obviously it was the kitchen.
Yuki stared after him. He ahd never done anything for Tohma, rarely even spoke to him. So why was he being so friendly? Why did he, of all people, help Yuki escape from the asylum? Pity? Empathy? Somehow, Yuki didn't think it was that.
Sighing, he took a seat next to Mr. Sakano, not even wondering what the new President of Tohma's company was doing here, at night, of all times. Oh well. Some questions were best left unanswered.