A/n. Hi everyone! this is my second chapter! i hope you like it please review! I do accept flames! Well here's the chap!
Shuichi turned around to face a very handsome older man with blonde hair and golden eyes. Shuichi was stunned that someone had heard him sing.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't… I mean I didn't mean anything," he stuttered. He was trying to get his words to come out but they seemed to melt away.
"Now, I'll have that zero talent song in my head, brat," the blonde man said running his hands through his blonde hair.
"I'm not a brat, my name is Shuichi Shindou," he said countering the strangers attack.
"I asked for your name when, I don't care, your just a brat," he said in a mean voice.
"I'm not a brat, I don't see why I am talking to a bastard like you," he said walking away. Yuki just stood there as the pink haired man walked away. He had a strange feeling, although he just met this man. He knew there was something he liked about him.
Shuichi walked home. About halfway it started to rain and he did not have an umbrella. Although, Shuichi did not mind, he liked the rain. It some how calmed him down the rain hitting the ground in a rhythm that is stuck in your mind. Anything that Shuichi saw that reminded him of music he instantly loved. Especially rain because it could change its beat anytime. The thing he loved about it is that you can't stop rain from making music, because it's natural.
"I'm home," He yelled when he got to his front door.
" Your back, I was worried," Shuichi's mom said to him.
Shuichi didn't answer , but instead went up stairs to his blue room. His mom said one thing, " Hormones," then walked into the kitchen.
Shuichi was laying on his bed thinking about the blonde man he had ran into at the park. He tried to forget him he was such a jerk, but he couldn't. There was something about him he just couldn't forget. He was just to cool.
Yuki
Yuki was laying on his bed, since there was nothing else he could do in his damn house. His dad was a 'everything has to be perfect' kind of person. Anyways Yuki didn't want to mess with his dad instead he thought about the pink haired boy. He had that stupid song in his head and it wouldn't get out. There was something about him. He just seemed sort of… interesting.
Hiro pov
Shuichi just left my house, we had a fun day together. For as long as I can remember Shuichi and I have been friends. I mean we have known each other since first grade, we shared everything together. Well almost everything, I mean how can I tell him I like more than a friend, how? I mean we live in a world were even the slightest hint that you are different and your are taken away from your family. I mean a person who likes guys. Why not admit that you are crazy, it will get you in the exact same place.
Shuichi
Shuichi couldn't stop thinking about him. He was always there. He would think about something then it would remind Shuichi of the blonde man. He had to go to the park.
Yuki
Yuki was bored out of his mind. He had a damned interview with his dad. Since his dad was basically the dictator of the world it didn't seem unlikely. He wanted to go to the park, but to show that he actually liked this boy in someway was killing him.
Shuichi
Shuichi went to the park, but no one was there. He should have known if he was there it would be to good to be true. He headed home passing a T.V. shop that happened to be turned on to the interview with Mr. Uesugi the man who wanted perfect ness. He didn't want to watch it, but something caught his eye. There sitting in the chair next to Mr. Uesugi was the blonde man he had met in the park.
