You missed me

The rehearsal was done.

Hours ago, when they were still rehearsing, a lot of laughs and bangs can be heard from the building. Bypassers just wondered if there was a terrorist attack on-going at the NG building.

Funny, eh?

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The band had finished recording some songs though Shuichi still hasn't been able to finish some songs because he was cramming through K's demanding words.

He said that if they didn't finish studying a song and record it in just ten minutes, he would blow their head off and would gladly give it to Mr. Yuki, for Shuichi, Ms. Ayaka, for Hiro and to Mr. Tohma for a well-sound Suguru.

But suddenly hearing Yuki's name, Shuichi frowned.

K noticed the sad expression on the boy's face. He knew that there is something that the boy is yearning to tell everyone. If he has the courage, that is.

K, having a keen sense for things, like what most reckless managers have, just cheered up Shuichi in the form of a game called, --KILLING TIME--.

That's just it. Literally KILLING TIME.

Though others may not notice it, reckless managers are better than those cautious once because they are not afraid to take any risks in life and that shows that they have a very keen sense for things.

-----------------------and because they have the power to control anything with just a GUN.

Just a plain gun.

-.-;

---after the rehearsal---

Shuichi and Hiro both headed for the best place in town.

A coffee shop with an open-air area with it.

Even though both are not caffeine addicts, they just wanna hang around in a gag-like way.

Meaning, buying nothing just for sitting.

But it's alright to THE OWNERS anyway.

It's Ryuichi and Tatsuha's coffee shop by the way. a/n: hey, they rhyme!

A coffee will still be a coffee shop even if they're ran by two sweet sensations who act like fucking bastards.

They even make out when they have costumers.

Thankfully those consumers are relatives.

Now that's a good sign. Neh?

Anyway, the coffee shop, like what's been mentioned has an open-air area for costumers who feel like throwing up.

Nah, just kiddin' there.

It has some tables where it has an order of around two to four chairs surrounding it, with a big umbrella at the center of the table whose handle is just inserted to the center hole of the table.

Now, now. There sat many kinds of people.

On one side, a person who was obviously a 'techie' was seated on the hot spot area where in lots and lots of connections are being made, while on the other side, there lay a man, with a very serious expression on his face, so gloomy that you can grieve for it already with just one look.

Likewise, the long-haired guitarist and the pink-haired singer sat in a cool place, surrounded by trees, which has a soothing or a calming effect in peoples nerves, or feelings, to be precise.

They sat there for about one hour exchanging nonsense stories until the time when Hiro just slipped on his mouth the name of Eiri Yuki.

Shuichi then again, frowned. a/n: just an advice, don't frown too much or you'll look like you're already 60 years older: )

"Shuichi, speaking about Yuki-san, why don't you try to talk to him again?" Hiro said.

There was silence for a moment.

Shuichi looked at the couple who sat just across them, having their baby seated between them.

They look so happy. Shuichi thought.

Seeing the family so joyful, Shuichi wondered if there would come a time when they—Yuki, their babies, and him—will also be happy having each other by their side.

"Shuichi?"

He came back to reality.

"Huh? What did you say? I kinda lost it on the middle part coz there's something that caught my attention." Shuichi said. "Sorry, Hiro." Shuichi added with a blissful smile.

"Lemme guess, the couple with their baby right?" Hiro said in a more serious manner.

The pink-haired singer just nodded. After that, nothing followed.

"Don't worry Shuichi, if it has really gotten to the pits of your nerves, I'll talk to him once and for all." Hiro replied in the most brotherly way he could ever be to Shuichi.

Shuichi just smiled.

After that. They left.

Just minutes after they crossed the street, there came a blonde. Tall, with those vicious golden eyes that glared so inalienably to whatever it is that he was looking at.

It was Yuki.

The novelist.

He sat on the very spot where Hiro and Shuichi placed their butts for a talk.

'Course, he also saw the couple with their baby just across him.

How cute. Yuki thought when the couple assist their baby on eating an ice cream.

Really thoughtful. Just then, the baby cried because the ice cream was spilled.

Tch. They remind me of something. Yuki thought, not realizing that he was already saying it aloud.

Fortunately, someone heard it.

A by-passer.

The owner of the coffee shop.

His dumb brother.

What a coincidence. My brother? Hanging out in my shop? I mean, our shop? Heh, nice.. how thoughtful of him to visit us.. Tatsuha thought. He leaned forward to his brother.

"What was that, Aniki?" Tatsuha said while sitting near his beloved brother.

"NEe Aniki, tell me, who made you remind something like that?" he added.

Yuki, not in his own senses, said, "Shuichi."

"Oh, your ever-so-cute Shuichi?" Tatsuha smirked.

"Yeah." Yuki jumped.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" Yuki exclaimed, making others stare at them.

"Well, well, look who's talking, maybe I should be the one's saying that." Tatsuha replied emphasizing on the word I.

"Think again, Aniki. What are you doing in our shop?"

Yuki shrugged his shoulders. "It's a waste of time here." He replied and just left the place as if seeing nothing.

"Oi, Oi! Aniki! Matte! I'm not finished yet!" Tatsuha said following Yuki.

But before he knew it, Yuki already crossed the street and was nowhere to be found.

"Tche, loser." Tatsuha walked back to the shop.

That night, after completely forgetting all of the orders in his story, Yuki just sat on his couch, realizing what a big mistake he has done, and waited for Shuichi all night on the living room with just his companions: several cans of beers and a box of cigarette sticks.