For three long days Yuki stared at the singer, not even once mentioning the strange behavior he had or acting any different towards him. He just observed him and tried to figure out if it was truly possible that him, the young pink haired baka, was cheating on him, if behind that smile when he waved him from the living room was something else.
For three long days, Yuki Eiri wondered if there was something he was supposed to do about the change of his lover.
In the end he had to do noting as on the fourth day, Hiroshi himself went to the apartment and, in a moment when Shuichi was out of sight, asked if he knew what was it that Shuichi did on Fridays' evenings.
The question wasn't all that surprising to him, but he felt rather stupid that he hadn't noticed or cared when Shuichi had started arriving late on those specific days. After a short silence, Hiro said he planning on following Shuichi next Friday to find out. The writer was, if not welcomed, allowed to come as long as he refrained himself of doing anything stupid.
The guitarist had left shortly after that without waiting for an answer, just pausing long enough to say goodbye to his friend, leaving Yuki to wonder if he really cared enough to go... if he really wanted to know.
It was just Tuesday and that gave him only three days to figure it out. In the end, he presented himself on the building the musicians worked, not because he cared, but because he was intrigued by the idea of the pink haired baka cheating on him... or so he told himself.
He waited outside on his black Mercedes, wondering how were they supposed to follow the singer without being noticed. He stood there quietly when his supposed lover left the building two hours before what he had told him he was leaving. He remained calm when Hiroshi made him leave his precious car and take a cab to follow Shuichi.
He did all this, because deep inside, he refused to believe that someone like the brat, someone that had endured so much to get where they were, would throw it all out the window. He couldn't allow himself to believe that it was true, because if it was, he would have pushed away the only good thing that had happened to him in ages... and he couldn't deal with that.
So when he saw the slender body of his lover step out the cab and enter a small building with a key he had seen a couple of times in the last few months, walking like he lived there and not twenty minutes away in a fancy neighborhood, he lost it.
All his self restrain went down the hole as he realized that Shuichi seemed happier to enter that little wracked place than their own elegant department, happier than he had seen him in days, maybe even weeks.
He freed himself from the younger man's hold and walked straight to the building, ready to get some answers... the bad way or the worst one. He didn't care anymore, he just entered the building, ignoring the words of reason his brain shouted at him.
He had to see it with his open eyes... the tramp that had stolen what was his right under his nose.