This time Shuichi was really hurt, he wasn't even sure how he should react now, he schlepped down the midnight Kyoto street, still loud and busy, much different from Shuichi's home sweet home. "…what am I gonna do Hiro…?" the pay phone honked with frustration at lack of quarters, "Shu…I don't know what to tell you, man. Just get your butt back here and we'll decide in the morning." Shuichi cried and whined over the phone, "But…but…no maybe I'll come home…But then what if…I should just…" "Do you have any idea how late it is Shuichi, do what you want, I'll keep the door unlocked, so whatever, I'm shutting down…good luck…" "But Hiro…he hung up…waaaah!"

Shuichi hung up as well, crying in a crouching position against the phone pole, "…sniff Yuki…I understand…its ok, I still love you…I-I understand…really! REALLY!" Now shouting (and clearly manic) at the top of his ear friendly vocal chords, Shuichi thought, where did those guys come from anyways… That night Shuichi cuddled up with an empty bag of cheetos and a box of half eaten ho-hos (that concludes that the bag was in fact food, all those who made bets, just one a million cheetos!).

Luckily staying warm wasn't much of a problem, for on the train station bench lay many other pathetic hobos, breathing and digging in garbage and keeping Shuichi up! This was the only problem Shuichi encountered; soon he slept like a rock (as always), holding dreams of a sweeter Eiri Yuki, taking his hand and pulling him closely to his chest and rocked to the beat of Nittle Grasper. It was a dream, but it might come true someday…that's what Shuichi like to believe. Everyone else would make fun of him and tell him to shut up, but then again no one ever expected there to be love between them anyways.

"Ugh, I can't believe this coffee…I ordered Burmecian café…not umbilical cord fluid (eww, attention, as of now, imagination is your enemy!)!" Yuki moaned as he walked gracefully down from his room in order to complain about his unhappiness, which was obviously intolerable enough for him to have the discourtesy of appearing in a skimpy bathrobe, "Excuse me, Maitre de'? Do you realize what I am being made to drink…" The man half opened his eyes and peered over into th cup, stiff as ever, "No…" Yuki gauged to himself, "I'd rather not say…"

Finally Shuichi built up the courage and will-power t wake up and go to Yuki's room, as he began to put things in his rucksack, he had realized he was surrounded by starving vagabonds, "aww…my ho-hos are gone…mumbles stupid homeless people…" Shuichi proceeded to Yuki's current staying place. Walking all this way didn't seem to be a problem for the youth (is 18 still a youth?), from the train station to the hotel, back and back again…how frustrating. Shuichi stepped into the hotel and found it FAR busier, not even lazy Mr. Maitre de' was chore-less! Shuichi put the questions aside and ran up the grand hallway's stair case, beautifully curving in two directions; Shuichi took a left and scurried to the door. Shu-chan slammed the door open as if raiding the hotel for narcotics and cereal killers. Empty, "W-wh-what? Yuki! Did you leave me! Oh, no!" Shuichi fell to his knees and doubled over in tears, "…Wahh…sniff I promise I'll never bother you again if you come back! Come back! Wahh…whine"

"Get out of my way, brat." "YUKI!" Yuki appeared scantily clad in a tighter bathrobe, and towel wrapped hair, he frowned lovingly at the boy in front of him (In Yuki land, a frown is a smile, a sinister laugh is a buoyant giggle, and badly made Burmecian coffee is umbilical chord fluid, love that man!), "I missed you soooooo much!" Yuki kicked Shindou across the floor (gently, ha ha ha), "yea…how much?" Shuichi sprang up like a dandelion and sprained both arm's in indication of his missing you gague, "THIS MUCH! hurting Ouch…"

Yuki lie down on his bed, legs crossed, he grabbed one of Shuichi's deliciously slender arms, "Really now…" Shuichi was pulled onto his lap, "Of course!" Yuki embraced the boy, who was ecstatic to be with his love, "I alway-" Shuichi was cutoff by a skilled tongue jabbing into his mouth, Shuichi kissed back to, even though he'd have been perfectly fine just being held. Yuki's hands though couldn't possibly stay still though, reaching down to Shuichi's generous bottom, Shuichi gasped, "No…Yuki, come on, not now…" Yuki turned his beginning smile to a bitchy frown, and pushed Shuichi off of his lap, "Sure, sorry to have bothered you…" Here it comes, Yuki's true power, guilt trip… "No! It's ok! …We can…if you want…" Yuki turned only enough to reveal a rather sinister smile, "Well then, off with your pants…"

Back at Yuki's house, a groggy and hungry Hiro, lay on the couch half awake (the t.v. was on all night, one of my pet peeves), "Ugh…I don't wanna get up yet…" What a lonely place, it's way too big for just one person to be living in it. He slumped over, not realizing he was going to fall, making a heavy thud, "Yaouch!" Hiro sat up wrapped in a banklet, whining (less drastically than Shu-chan), when a flutter of foot steps was heard behind him, "…Oh you're up…you alright, I know I'm not, and neither is my pasta salad (she just poured the whole container of bacon bits into it, Hiro's yelp surprised her" Hiro flipped around in shock, surprise, and relief, "What are YOU doing here, Mrs.Seguchi! I'm so sorry I didn't clean up, I didn't know you were" She halted him and put her hand in front of herself as an 'enough!' indication, "I can't believe you just left the door open, anyone could have just walked right in!" "Hey, I can" She gave him the hand again, "And where has my brother gone off to? Why are you here, and where's that little hopeless brat?" After a little while of explanations, and screams… "Ah…I see, but you should have just left a key in front of the door, or something!"

As the time went on the two began to speak less hostly and become what would almost be friends, "Ha ha, yea so Shu didn't stop there he just HAD to eat the cranberry muffins too! Like, wow, you wouldn't believe the face on father Nikoi!" Mika smiled from across the kitchen table, oddly mellower than she had shown before, "…It's getting later now, Hiro, I'm going to get going to Tatsuha's. You were going to come right?" Hiro shook himself back into normal mode and nodded, Mika approved , "Well then you'd better make something real quick for the party, that cheap-ass Tatsuha expects everyone coming to bring a food item (Jeez, like fourth grade class parties!), get going." Hiro looked down at his hands, "Mika, I can't cook…" Mika stood up abruptly, "Sure you can! We're making T.V. dinners!"