A/N: Someone is going to hate me for this. I just know it. I swear this was supposed to be the last chapter but... something happened while I was writting it and this is the result. Don't ask what's wrong with me, it's just the way my muses work.

The song Suguru is playing has nothing to do with the plot either. I wanted to change it and place a romantic song instead, but somehow this felt better. Again, that's just the way my muses work.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, but if I did Suguru would have a girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Or Hiro...

Thanks to all the readers and to: Guren, Yuki N Shuichi 4Eva, rebelyell59 and Emerald.Crystal.Rain.

UNREQUITED, chapter three: Arguments
The sound of the keyboard filled the studio with a sweet melody. He was alone, left behind as usual to practice while the rest of them headed home. He didn't mind, he never had, after all this was his only time to relax.

Remember the days, when stars filled the heaven

It was stupid, just plain stupid and he couldn't find another way to describe it. Love was stupid. And blind. If not, why had he fallen for him? Of all people, why him?

When with hopeful eyes we watched the moon give birth to the sun

He wasn't blind himself. He had seen the painful reality, the way he saw her, his girlfriend, and the way he saw his best friend. There was something there every time that wasn't there when he looked at anyone else.

And with outstretched fingers we traced the path of the newborn sunlight

Still, he loved him. Even more stupid, he was happy for him, he was happy that he seemed happy, even if wasn't with him. In conclusion, love was blind, stupid and apparently selfless.

The notes that came out of the keyboard had become progressively melancholic. With his eyes closed, he let his fingers express all that he couldn't with words.

"Hey, I thought you were going home".

His voice startled him so much, he almost fell from his seat. The music stopped abruptly as he turned around to face him. Luck was a cruel mistress as she had chosen him to find him.

"I uh... well... I..." How could he tell him he was sick of being home, staring at his bedroom's ceiling thinking about him?

"Practicing again uh? You should've told us, we could've kept you company... don't you get tired of staying here alone?"

Suguru sighed and shook his head. He was getting tired of this, tired of pretending... and then a smirk appeared on his face. He said that to himself at least twice a week lately, but of course never did anything about it.

"Mm? Are you ok Suguru?"

It wasn't his voice what cracked him down. No, he was already used to the shivers that went down his spine every time he talked to him. It wasn't either how near they were from each other, he had overcome that during the practices for the concerts, when he usually played his guitar awfully near to the keyboard.

No, it was the fact that he had called by his name, something he had never done before.

"Fine. I'm fine. Why should it matter anyway?"

Had he looked up, he would have seen the surprised look on his eyes at his bitter tone. The guitarist walked until he was in front of him and placed his hands on his shoulders.

"It matters to me."

Tears began forming in his eyes. Finally, he shook his head and freed himself from his grasp.

"Stop joking around. You don't care! You... you..."

"Yo buddy, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" He couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth now. "What's wrong with me? You, that's what's wrong with me!"

They both stared at each other in surprise. Now he had done it, there wasn't any way to correct this now.

"Wha- what?" His voice was painfully soft.

Well, he might as well take it out of his chest, it was all screwed now anyway.

"You... you are my problem! You and the way you look at him!"

"Him? What are you talking about?"

"You think I haven't noticed? The way you look at him? The way you smile and try to be with him all the time?"

Oh yeah, even worst that being in love with a guy that had a long distant girlfriend was being in love with the same guy that loved his best friend above anything else, including said girlfriend.

"I don't- what are-"

The way he stammered only made it worst. He wanted him to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but he knew he wasn't. He had known it for a long time. The confirmation only made him madder.

"Of course I've seen it! I know you love him!"

Oh, he shouldn't have said that. It was taking it too far, and he realized that as he watched him change his expression from utterly surprised to angry. He had never seen him so mad before.

"What I do and who I love it's none of your business! What do you think gives you the right to talk about it!"

Suguru felt the tears that had began rolling down his eyes as he yelled at him. His was his worst fear come true and for a moment wished he could wake up from this nightmare, or rewind the time and act like nothing happen.

Why did he love him so much? Why did he care so much about what he thought, what he felt? Why had he kept pushing instead of keeping quiet?

"Because... because I- I-"

He was looking at him so seriously, frowning and waiting for an answer. Suguru could tell he was trying to calm himself, trying to recover that patience he was so well known for.

'Because I love you...'

He opened his mouth, but the words didn't come out. He just shock his head in frustration, trying to stop those stupid tears that just kept coming.

"I don't. I don't care. Just... just... just leave me alone. I... need to practice."

He kept looking down until he heard the soft click of the studio door when he left. It wasn't until that moment that he moved, returning slowly to his seat and placing his fingers over the keys he began playing again.

Remember the days when all we knew was each other

He kept remembering the way he had looked at him; there was so much anger in his chocolate eyes...

All we care was to be alive

All the things that he could've done different, all the words he could've said repeated themselves over and over again in his mind. All the 'ifs' that drove him crazy.

And with innocent eyes we watched the clouds go by

He wasn't sure how long he kept playing. He played the same song over and over again, until his fingers became numb and his back ached.

Remember those days, because what it's not forgotten, is still alive.

Then he stood up, and without even bothering to turn anything off he grabbed his stuff and left the room. He hadn't noticed how late it was, he had been playing in the dark without noticing.

"Thought you weren't leaving."

He was there on the corridor, leaning against the wall, offering a soda and what appeared to be one of those infamous packets of pocky.

"Here, you should at least eat something."

He stared at him for a moment before nodding and grabbing the stuff. He didn't open it though, he just kept looking at him.

"Why are you here?"

He had started walking towards the elevator, but turned around to offer an apologetic smile.

"I thought I owed you an apology."

For an instant it was all perfect in the world again. The way he smiled at him and gestured him to follow as he began walking again, the light of the sunset coming thought the windows and the way he waited for him to catch at the elevator... it was all...perfect.

It didn't last though.

"Shuichi."

"Uh?"

He shook his head as he pressed the button to the first floor and then leaned against the cold wall of the elevator.

"He... is important for me. But not the way you think Suguru. I would give anything for that moron, but that's because he is my best friend. He... he is nothing more than that."

There was something in his voice, in his eyes that made him understand the irony of it all, some hidden sadness of a feeling he known too well.

However this time he chose not to say a word. He just stared at the steel doors and nodded silently.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I'm sorry."

"Ah no, it was my fault! I- I shouldn't have said those things! I'm the one that should apologize!"

It wasn't until that moment that he realized how close they were to each other, both alone in the elevator, so near his right arm brushed slightly against his own when he turned to see him.

This was one of his fantasies come true, only in those the elevator stopped abruptly for some unexplainable reason an then they...

He knew he was blushing, both at his thoughts and at the way he was looking at him, as if seeing him for the first time. He was about to talk when he shook his head.

"You are... a very smart boy, Suguru."

No one else could have gotten away with calling him boy so easily. He was, after all, already seventeen and a half as he reminded anyone who dared to say he was too young for anything. But coming from him... all he was able to do was blush even harder.

"Why- why do you say that?"

Why was he looking at him like that? He barely blinked as he smiled at him again.

"Because you are."

He knew he was staring at him with his mouth slightly opened, but his mind was too busy struggling to keep himself from either melting right there or launching himself to the older man to care about it.

And then, just when he was about to do the later, the doors of the elevator opened.

A/N: Hate me already? Next chapter will be the last, or at least I hope it will.