Author's Note: Tohma: Stalker Extrodanaire! XD

The Heartless

Secrets Revealed

Tohma stared at Yuki from his seat at the dinner table. Maybe it was all the time in the asylum that made him so quiet, but he was pretty damn sure it was something else. "Yuki." he said finally, putting down his fourth glass of a very nice French wine.

Yuki set down his chopsticks, of which he was using to poke at his rice and curry. Sakano watched too. He seemed to be at Tohma's house a lot.

"Yuki, you've been quiet ever since we got home. Usually you at least say hello." Tohma pointed out. Then he stood, and walked over to Yuki, who refused to look up from the dinner he hadn't touched. "Is it Shuichi?"

Yuki blinked at those words, and looked up at Tohma, who looked sympathetic and worried. Thinking it was best if he lied about reading Tohma's diary, he nodded, and looked back down at his food.

Tohma smiled softly, and hugged Yuki's head to his chest, the way a very odd or short friend might try to comfort you. "It's okay.." he murmed, running his fingers through Yuki's longer golden hair.

Under Tohma's arm, Yuki could see Sakano bristling. He smirked slightly at that. Yuki had no feelings romantically for Tohma, but seeing someone jealous like that awakened old feelings. The kind of feelings where you made nasty jokes about people and pretending to like someone that they like. Basically, he felt like being a bastard again.

Suddenly, Yuki winced as something began pulling his hair. Tohma had grabbed a lock of it in the hand Sakano couldn't see, and was pulling hard. He whispered, in a tone only he and Yuki could hear, "You read my diary, didn't you?"

Yuki swallowed. Damn! Tohma was smart! Much smarter then Yuki had figured. A tiny voice had told him not to read the diary, to put it down and possibly burn it, but he never listened to voices anymore.

"That's enough!" Sakano suddenly cried, standing and slamming his hands on the table. Tohma and Yuki stared at him. "I mean..uhh..umm..." Sakano's dark eyes darted around, as if something in the kitchen besides them had caused this. He sat back down, tugging on his tie nervously. "Perhaps..it would be better if...Tohma-san saved such activities for after dinner.." he mumbled, face, neck, and probably every inch of his skin under that business suit glowing red with embarassment.

Tohma had let go of Yuki's hair and head, and was staring at Sakano like he was insane. He probably was. "Mr. President, is there something you'd like to share with the rest of us?" he asked quietly, raising an eyebrow.

Sakano's head slammed onto the table, but he quickly jerked it back up. "No! Nothing! Nothing at all!" he cried quickly, grabbing a napkin and covering his nose. Apparently the force of impact had broke the skin. Or something.

Yuki's dieing smirk grew. "What's the matter, Gin?" he asked, tone dripping with sarcasm. Sakano bristled again. "That's Mr. Sakano to you, sir." he said sharply, adjusting his glasses. Yuki's smirk grew. "Can't handle a little competition, Gin? Are you jealous, Gin?"

Sakano made an angry sound and pointed at Yuki from across the table. "You see?! Shuichi's death changed nothing!! He's still a bastard! He still doesn't care! HE'S STILL EVIL!"

Tohma glared. "Be quiet, Mr. Sakano." he snapped. Sakano was quiet, but glared daggers at Yuki for the remainder of the meal, of which everyone was silent (including Tohma, Gossipmaster of All Rumors).

After dinner, Yuki headed straight into the room he was staying in, and stayed up all night wondering how Tohma knew he had read his diary, why Sakano was so viscious all of a sudden, and why the hell he always had to ruin every minute that could be kept in polite silence.

In Tohma's office (the one in his house, which was built to look exactly like his one at work), Sakano and Tohma were talking quietly (at least Tohma was) about Yuki.

It seemed everyone in the house had to question his sanity, even Yuki himself.