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I'm too busy thinking to look where I'm going right now. I guess I can blame Eiri for that. That mean's it's his fault that I've just run smack into Sakuma-san's back and sent Kumagoro flying into the fountain that is oddly placed in the middle of the N-G lobby.

"OH, FUCK!"

Was that me screaming? Yes, I think it was.

"Uh..Shu-chan?"

"I'm so sorry, Sakuma-san! I'll get you a new one! I don't know how, but I'll find a way! I promise! I-"

"Shu-chan, it's okay! Kumagoro and Ryu-chan have been in worse things than water together!"

"Oh…" Do I want to know? No, I don't think I do.

"What's the matter, Shuichi? You look distracted, na no da!" Ryuichi gives me a concerned look before fishing out his dripping wet rabbit-person. "Does your tummy hurt?"

"Uh, no.. I better go. Sorry about Kuma-kun, Sakuma-san."

"Oh, okay. But no Sakuma-san! Ryu-chan and Shu-chan are friends!"

I smile at him and watch him shake Kumagoro out for a second before turning to meet up with Hiro. I consider not saying anything, since the last thing Hiro ever wants to hear about again is Eiri Yuki, but Hiro could always see through me like I'm a transparent shower curtain. It's a little freaky sometimes.

"Hey, Shuichi. Your shirt's on inside out."

I jump as the great Hiro himself's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Oh, hey, Hiro."

"What's on your mind?" He stands against the wall and stares at me like he's undressing me with his eyes. Well, I guess he is, except he's undressing my mind rather than my body.

"Uh, well…you'll never guess who showed up at my apartment yesterday…"

"Seguchi?"

"No. Hiro, I told you -"

"Just give me a second. Fujisaki? Judy Winchester? Your mom?"

"No, hell no, and no."

"Fine. Who?"

"Eiri."

Awkward silence.

"…Hiro?"

"You've got one sick sense of humor, Shindou."

"I'm not kidding!"

Hiro waves his hand in dismissal. "I thought you stopped lying compulsively after nobody believed that that crazy stalker manager chick came around in a giant panda."

"I'm not kidding! I wasn't kidding then, either!"

Hiro raises his eyebrow and looks at me. "Eiri's been MIA for three years. Why would he suddenly show up?"

"Ask him."

He stares into my face for a long time before I start to twitch. "God damn it, Hiro, is it that hard to believe?"

"You're not lying, are you?"

I glare at him. "No! What would the point of that be?"

He shrugs in return. "Nobody said you were easy to understand. So, what did the great Yuki-san have to say to you this time?"

"Nothing important. All he did was act like a jackass."

Hiro smirks. "Some things just don't change, do they?"

I sigh. "No, but I am meeting up with him."

"You are? Why? When?"

"Because I'm too nice and this afternoon."

Hiro shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

Good question.

"You actually showed up," is Eiri's choice of greeting as I stand by his table at Zenny's.

"You think?" I sit down and begin to fumble with the salt shaker. Great, freaking out already…

"So," he begins. "Uh…"

"Where'd you run off to? New York?"

"Uh, no." He shifts uncomfortably. "Not America."

"Where, then?" If he says Kyoto, I'm picking up a chair and throwing it at him.

"Norway."

I give him an unidentifiable look. Norway?

"I figured you wouldn't go looking for me there."

I roll my eyes. "There are less extreme ways to tell someone you're sick of them."

He shakes his head. "No, that isn't it."

I groan. This is just as pointless and tiring as trying to talk to Eiri when I lived with him. I make to get up and leave but he stops me.

"So, what have you been doing for three years? Been shacked up with that guitarist friend of yours, perhaps?"

Excuse me? "No. Sadly, even now, my dick only points in your direction. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to -"

"Oh, really?"

I give him the best death glare I can muster. "Did you come here to act like a tacky bastard or did you come here to say something important?"

"You know I'm not much of a talker."

Yeah, I'm pretty sure I know that better than anybody. "Then why did you even bother to come to see me at all?"

"Because…." He puts his hand to his forehead. "Because…."

I sigh. "This is a waste of time." Before he can stop me again, I'm up and out the door. Only when I reach my apartment do I realize that I might have gotten up too quickly.

Why didn't I let him finish what he was saying? Am I acting the same way he did to me? I know confrontation makes him antsy.

Am I getting too old for this shit?

I sigh and fall on my couch. I pick up the remote, but I really don't feel like watching TV.

I'm so sick of this confusion.

Fuck you, Eiri. Why can't I get away from you?

Is it just me, or does this story have too much dialogue? Bah. Sorry it's not very linear or anything. I'm sort of out of it because my grandmother just passed away. I shouldn't even be writing, but I felt like I should update. I promise it will get more exciting. I hope.