Chapter 6
As the novelist had remained motionless while laying on that hard wooden floor, his eyes had slowly shut and a white blur had began to flicker within his mind now..sending his current thoughts to a the past. "Yuki-senpai!". The young, soon to be novelist had began running up to his teacher with that innocent smile on his face, not knowing what lied ahead of him. Just before he had caught up with his teacher, he had quickly opened his eyes, now looking up to his ceiling, wondering what could have possibly been happening at the moment..whether all of what he just saw was a dream or did all of it really happen? "Shuichi..?". The novelist had slowly got up from where he had been laying down and now sat on the couch, placing his face into the palm of his right hand..ruffling his long slender fingers through his blonde medium cut hair as a tear had slowly began to trickle down his smooth right cheek..a soft sniffle being heard now. "W..what have I done…?".
"Hiro! Hirooooooo! Let me in! It's cold out here! Achee!". The singer had his arms placed on top of one another, bringing his right foot up, then dropping it back to the wet concrete, followed by bringing his left foot up and repeating the process..sneezing a couple of times as he awaited for his friend to answer his front door. A soft clicking sound of the doorknob turning could be heard now as his friend had slowly opened the door, tilting his head slightly now. "Eh? Shuichi? What's wrong? I thought you were visiting Yuki-san. Dude…in case you forgot..we are going to America tomorrow.". The guitarist had lightly tapped the singer on top of his head with his knuckle on his index finger, then noticed the his pink haired vocalist not giving a response. "Shu..ichi?". The pink haired boy had quickly looked up, hoping his guitarist would only think of the water below his eyes as rain and not what it actually was, so giving a convincing smile, he had nodded. "I know! I've said bye to Yuki and well..it's all cool Hiro! Hahahaha!". The singer had quickly stepped inside now, sneezing once more. "Achoo!". "Hmmmm…I wonder…"
As the guitarist had closed the door behind him, clicking the lock gently, he had took a good look at the singer from behind now, trying to figure out if something was actually bothering him. It sure felt as if something was wrong. Random thoughts had began going through the guitarist's mind now as Shuichi began to raid his fridge. "The last day in Japan..and he's spending it with someone he's going to be seeing the whole time while we are in the United States. Hmmmm. Something doesn't add up here. Not even thousands of fangirls could pry Shuichi off of him. He loves him so damn much. Something certainly isn't right.". "Hey Hiro, what's this! Wha! It moves!". A loud crash could be heard from in the kitchen now as the guitarist walked in, shaking his head slowly, forgiving his friend's unintentional stupidity. "Na..Shuichi…". "Hmmm?". The guitarist had slowly placed his right shoulder as a support against his wall now..leaning against it gently as he looked at his friend, somewhat serious now. "…why aren't you with Yuki-san…?".
The singer had remained standing there motionless..knowing his plan of trying to not let Hiro find out was a complete failure. The guitarist knew him too well. "Hiro…". The singer's arms had slowly fallen to his sides, his knees finally buckling as well as he lightly hit the cold tiled kitchen floor, looking up to his long haired friend, crying once more. "He hates me!". The guitarist had let out a soft sigh, then laughed gently. "Heh..I suppose he just couldn't hold any longer, hmmm? Hahaha…". "You're so mean!". The guitarist had took a step forward now, leaning down towards the singer who had been sulking on his knees now…placing his hand on top of his head and patting it gently. "Ah well..I wouldn't worry about it to much. There's no sense in trying to make someone love you. If he really does have feelings for you, then he will want the relationship to continue, but if he really doesn't want to be with you, then don't continue hurting yourself by being contained within a one-sided relationship. Right, Shuichi?". The singer had slowly lifted his head now, after feeling the warmth of his friend's hand on top of his head full of pink hair, then sniffled lightly. "Yeah. Don't worry..I've already gotten over it..hehe.". The singer had let out a soft laugh which had seemed to attempt to convince the guitarist, but his emotions were so predictable and easy to see through, so he had just smiled, then nodded. "That's good. Well…remember..we have a big day tomorrow, so try getting some rest, alright?". With those words being said, the guitarist had slowly got up and walked into the living room, now getting ready to sleep on his futon. "Hiro..?".
The pink haired boy had finally brought himself to his feet, taking a peek around the corner to look into the living room, from the kitchen..to see what all the squeaking sounds were. "What are you doing..?". After finally getting the futon pulled out and adjusted, he had closed his eyes slowly, then smiled while looking over at his friend. "I'm going to sleep of course. You can sleep on my bed. Good night.". "Ah…". The singer had stood there speechless for a moment as he watched his friend slowly crawl underneath the sheet of the futon and turn out the lamp. "Yuki…". The singer had looked down to the floor for a moment, then just shook his head, smiling. "It will be alright..". He had slowly lifted his head and looked over towards the door to Hiro's room, then smiled as he slowly began walking over towards the futon, now slowly crawling on top of it, into the empty spot next to his friend. A smile had slowly curled upon the guitarist's lips now as he felt the shifting of weight on the futon, then thought to himself. "Heh…you…". With that being the last thought before his sleep..they had both closed their eyes, to sleep..to dream…to only wake up to relive the dream….going to America.