1I opened my eyes, looking at the sunlight that came through the window. So last night really wasn't a dream, I did run away from Yuki, and ran into Asahikage.

I closed my eyes tight. I was such a fool for leaving Yuki behind. Why?

Remember.

He hurt you.

I opened my eyes slightly, staying in bed for the next 15 minutes, shifting my thoughts to everything that was going on in my life. There was a knock on the door, then Asahikage came in, with that smile on his face. "Good morning Shuichi!" He chirped.

A few days had gone by, and little by little, I was forgetting about Yuki. Time by time, something would remind me of him, like the laptop that sits on Asahikage's table, it would be on the corner, while I ate breakfast as Asahikage would babble on about things that I didn't even listen to when I was thinking of him. And somehow, I was really enjoying being with Asahikage, going to the park, as we would just talk about things, and he excepted me for who I was, he never called me names, never made me cry. He was setting a part in my heart for him, and hopefully, I was doing the same.

"Hey Shuichi!" Asahikage shrieked from the other room like a small child who just got something exciting. I jumped up from my bed, putting down the first letter I was sending to Hiro for the first time since I left.

I ran into the other room, where Asahikage slept, and stopped, staring at him. He was sitting on his bed pointing at the T.V., which switched scenes to Hiro.

"Bad Luck's, Shuichi Shindou is still missing, with no sign of him at all..." The reporter said into the camera.

"I had no idea you were in a band! Why didn't you tell me?" He asked giving me a pout and crossing his arms.

"Well...I don't know...I guess, well..." I said trying to put it in words.

"Oh well never mind. I just thought that was really cool." He said turning off the T.V. and standing up to stretch. "Hey! How about we go out for lunch? I'm starving!" Asahikage asked walking up to me and giving me a light punch on the shoulder.

"That would be great!" I said cheerfully. Jumping up and down, pushing my pink hair out of my eyes.

"Wonderful." He said clasping his hands together.

He stared at me for a second, becoming serious now. "Hey Shuichi..."

"Yeah?"

My heart jumped.

"You have something on your face."

"Really? Where" I asked putting my hand on my cheek.

"Its by your mouth."

"Oh." I started to scratch at the corners at my mouth, trying to get whatever was on, off.

"Here, I got it." He said bringing his hand to my face.

I blushed. His hands were so soft...

He leaned down, looking at me straight in the eyes. I squirmed a bit, he pulled his other hand and placed it on the back of my head, then kissed me. I closed my eyes, letting him explore a bit. Everything seemed different, I forgot about everything, just knowing that I was here, and so was he. So he did have feelings for me.

He stopped, pulling back from me, looking the other way.

"Sorry. I couldn't help it. If you want, you can leave." He said looking down at his feet.

I smiled. Then took his hand.

"So can we get lunch now?"

Asahikage stared at me, then laced his finger through mine. "I would love to."

We didn't talk for the whole way there, I could tell out of the corner of my eye, that he would take quick glances at me. We arrived at a coffee shop, as we stepped inside. "Why don't you go find a seat somewhere, while I get us something to eat, okay?" He said looking up at the menu. I nodded and picked a table by the window. I sat down, looking at a fake rose in a vase that sat in the middle of the table. I looked over at Asahiakge, who waited for the order. I brought my eyes back to the window again.

"So you finally showed your face again." Someone said taking a seat on the opposite side of me. I turned my head, staring at the novelist who stared back at me. My stomach twisted, looking into his golden eyes, memories shooting back into my head like bullets. I opened my mouth, but had nothing to say. "Do we have a problem here?" Asahikage asked taking a seat next to me, putting down two sandwiches on the table.

Yuki stared at him, then at me. Asahikage smiled, then turned to me. "Do you know him?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Shuichi, why don't you go get us some drinks?" Asahikage asked sliding from out of the booth and giving me five dollars. I got up, heading over to the cashier.

"Now." He said getting back into the booth. "You must be Yuki."

"That would be me, why?" Yuki asked coldly.

"Shuichi has told me about you. I find it very rude to treat him like that. Don't you think?"

Yuki looked out the window. "Why do you care?"

"Because I care for Shuichi." He said looking softly at him. "And I bet you did too."

"He was nothing to me."

"Oh. What a shame, such a cute boy, don't you think?" Asahikage said looking over at Shuichi who was trying not to spill the two sodas that he filled up too high.

Yuki looked over to Shuichi. "And I think that you only care, because he will make a good fuck toy to you." Yuki snapped getting up and leaving towards the door. He passed by Shuichi. Whispering, "If anything goes wrong with him, come home to me, I will always love you."