Shuichi Shindou did not go into the park that night chasing after his lost lyrics. He didn't run into the cold writer, Eiri Yuki, who criticized his work. What he did do was calmly run after his lost lyrics, caught up to them, then slowly walked back and continued back home. And Eiri Yuki did not walk through the park to alleviate his writers' block, instead he walked to a local bar. Both did this without thinking twice about the opportunities they passed up that night.

Shuichi

Shuichi and Hiro gave up on their band, Bad Luck. Without Yuki's connections, they never got a big break. The two stayed connected, Hiro even going as far as setting Shuichi up with a mutual friend. But on Shuichi's wedding day, he confessed something to Hiro that he never told anyone.

"I can't go through with this." He said while Hiro eyed him suspiciously.

"What are you talking about? I thought you were happy with Anita." This was true, the American with red hair and green eyes did make him very happy, but for some reason, there was something missing when he and Anita made love. And not just that, here he was, standing in a white tux waiting for the cue to go up to the altar and he was thinking about the food on the plane to their honeymoon, not about him committing his life to a woman he supposedly loved.

"I have to leave, like now." Shuichi began pacing back in forth scratch his pink hair. "This is all wrong. Anita is wrong, you're wrong, I'm wrong, it's all fucking wrong!"

"Calm down, Shu-chan. It'll be all right." Hiro said, trying to consol his friend who was currently freaking out. "If you don't want this, I understand"

"I don't love her." Shuichi said, grasping his best friends shoulders for dear life. "I don't think I ever have and I don't I ever will. We're too different."

"How?"Both men turned quickly to see Anita standing there, tears gathering in her too green eyes. "How are we too different? I love you, and you say you love me. Are you telling me that these past five years have been a lie just because I was a good fuck?"

"No, don't say that." Shuichi said rushing to the side of his broken and crying fiancé, "It's just that I thought I was in love, but I'm not."

"You didn't answer my question. How are we different?"

"I think I'm gay." That last quiet statement left the three of them in silence.

"How long." Anita said quietly, tears flowing openly. "How long have you known?"

"I've been thinking a lot lately and it came to me. I feel no physical attraction towards you. I'm not even sure if I have an emotional attraction to you. You are one of my best friends and you know everything about me, well, now you know everything about me. You too Hiro. This can't go on. I'm sorry." He walked out to the altar to break the news to the expectant guests.

Hiro and Anita waited and listened to Shuichi's announcement. They then listened to the gasps and screams heard from the audience and were both happy that they bit back the urge to gasp when Shuichi told them the news. Shuichi calmly walked back into the small dressing room, and paused, staring at his two best friends with tears in his bright violet eyes.

"It went as expected." He said, then proceeded to collapse on the floor.

"Shu!" Hiro yelled, running to the side of his pink haired friend. "Help! Someone please help!"

Yuki

"Come on, Yuki, it's time to go home," Tohma said, "You have had enough to drink. And plus, don't you have a deadline coming up soon?"

"No shit sherlock, why did you think I invited you out here in the first place? This deadline shit is kicking my ass and I need something to drink." Yuki said with a drunken slur.

"You have had enough."

"I'll tell you when I've had enough. And I have not had enough to drink." Yuki paused a moment, then turned around and threw up.

"Like I said, it's time to go home." Tohma said guiding Yuki out of the clogged bar and towards the car.

Tohma took Yuki back to the place that they called home. The tiny two bedroom, one bath was just right for the two men to share. Tohma helped lay Yuki down onto his large king sized bed and thought once again of how much he would love to share a bed with the blonde haired writer, he had even divorced Mika because of the feelings he had for Yuki. But, unfortanatly he knew it would never work. He knew that Yuki didn't swing that way. And that knowledge killed inside.

After making sure that Yuki was safe and sound, Tohma went to his own room to try to ignore the urge to go back to the sleeping angel called Yuki.