Summary: A hotel nightmare as the boys of bad luck travel to a few performances. Hiro gets stuck choosing beds and just might make the wrong choice.
Warning: The return of Shuichi! Isn't that enough to warn you about? Oh, ok. I'll throw in a cross dressing blond. Lots of fun! Fine, fine, I'll include a lime. That's my final offer?
A/N: Um… I remember saying something about a sequel. Maybe it was just a dream or something. Yep, that sounds right. So now this chapter is to be part of its previous family, rather than its own fresh start. Like deodorant rather than a shower. :Sniffs: Yeah, it can go a little longer without that shower. Besides, you all like Hiro and Suguru all sweaty, stinky or not, right? For this installment you'll at least have Hiro. :Snickers: Woops, said too much already. Let's kick this thing off right! Enjoy!
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If Only I Could Tell You – Chapter 9
"Hmm," Suguru hummed, reading over a piece of paper. "I'm not sure if it has rhythm."
"I just write them," Shuichi responded indifferently. "You add the rhythm."
"Stop it!" cried Hiro.
"What?"
"Rhyming!"
"Rhyming? I'm not even trying."
Hiro glared at Shuichi, Suguru staring over the lyrics again. Shuichi played with a pencil for a moment, before using it to draw something on the table. Hiro plucked lazily at his guitar strings, while Suguru looked over the quickly written rhymes. Hiro watched how Suguru's forehead furrowed and his tongue stuck out the corner of his mouth. "It's adorable how hard he concentrates." With a dreamy smirk he turned to Shuichi, noticing the pencil markings on the table.
"What are you doing?" Hiro asked, frustrated. "You're going to have to clean that up."
"But it's my present," Shuichi argued.
"Huh?"
"See!"
Hiro walked to the other side of the table, looking over Shuichi's shoulder, standing between the pink haired singer and his keyboardist boyfriend. As he put all the lines and curves together he realized what it was. The corner of his mouth and eye twitched as he looked onto Shuichi's odd display of Hiro and Suguru's relationship, sketched darkly on the surface of the meeting room table. With one swift move Hiro's hand made full force contact with the other boy's head.
"Ah!" cried Shuichi, grabbing the back of his head. "What's that for?"
"That!" shouted Hiro, pointing to the offensive picture. "Is that supposed to be funny?"
Shuichi made a cute little face jumping around Hiro playfully, poking him jokingly in the sides. "Like you two don't do those sorts of things. Huh? Huh?"
Hiro pushed Shuichi's head into the table face first into his own picture. Suguru snickered lightly as he looked at the picture. The other two looked at him in shock. It was very rare Suguru would laugh at something, especially if Shuichi was behind it.
"You don't honestly find that funny do you?" asked Hiro.
"It isn't too bad," Suguru justified. "I mean it is a good depiction of some things we do. Only thing is, I don't think you have such an evil grin on your face when you're hovering over me like that."
"I knew it!" Shuichi shouted. "Hiro, you cradle robber!"
"Oh, and what do you think your lover would be in different circumstances?" Hiro argued.
"That's different, I'm a mature adult and can make choices of who to be with."
"Yeah, you choose them, even if they don't want to be with you!"
"That's so mean Hiro!"
Suguru sighed, slumping back in his chair. He calmly just turned to the two and their antics. He frowned slightly with a thought. If he didn't know better, he would think deep down, neither one of them cared for the other's relationship. But that made no sense. Shuichi had almost forced them together. "Had that all just been his teasing and simple joking? Did he not mean for me and Hiro to really be together? Shuichi does have his small serious moments, maybe one of them was trying to come out every time he makes a harsh comment about us." He snapped out of his thoughts as the two started beating on each other, bumping the table.
"Least I know you two aren't proving anything about your masculinity," Suguru chuckled. "That's already a lost cause." Both the other boys just stared speechlessly at him. His cheeks brightened up, his mouth agape. "Never mind, I just didn't say that."
The two were about to continue pummeling each other before the door slowly crept open. In the doorway Tohma stood, smiling brightly at them as he walked into the room. He slowly made his way to Suguru, maintaining the cheerful smile.
"Hello Fujisaki-san," he greeted his cousin. "Would you like to speak with your mother, she's calling from my home and wishes to talk with you."
"M-my mother?" Suguru stuttered. "Yes."
The two turned and left the room, walking down the hall to Tohma's office. Entering, a bright light hit Suguru's face, coming from the wall of windows behind Tohma's desk. The view was large and lovely, and today it was lit brightly by the late morning sun. He approached Tohma's desk, picking up the receiver left off the hook.
"Hello," he spoke into the receiver, Tohma sitting at his desk. "How are you doing mother?"
"Suguru, dear, I don't want to be here anymore," his mother responded. "I want us both to just go home."
"I can't, we're better off where we are mother."
"No, Suguru, we should be home. Your father needs us. He wants us to come home. He misses both of us. We can forgive you for what you did. It's in the past. We just all forget about it and you come home to us. Please, Suguru, for our family."
Suguru's features fell slack. "We don't have a home anymore. And he wouldn't be there anyway."
"What do you mean!" his mother cried.
He placed the receiver onto the desk lightly. Looking up at Tohma he forced a light smile.
"Thank you Tohma-san," Suguru said, bowing slightly.
"You don't have to worry about either you know," Tohma said, bringing Suguru to a short pause. "Your father won't be bothering you or your mother again. And in time your mother will be confident to live on her own, even without you if necessary. Don't feel guilty about how you feel or any of your decisions. Neither of your parents had the right to treat you as they did."
"Thank you Tohma-san," Suguru said, slightly shocked buy his cousin's warm approach to the situation.
Tohma picked up the phone as Suguru quietly left. "Goodbye," he said, before simply hanging up the phone.
(Back In the Meeting Room)
Shuichi winced slightly as he felt the bumps on his head. Hiro glared as he scrubbed the pencil markings off the table top. When Hiro finally cleaned it all off Suguru came back in, K behind him, looking very pleased over something. Suguru took a seat next to Shuichi, looking up at K as he stood at the end of the table.
"Hope you boys are ready," he began cheerfully. "You have been set up for a few performance dates."
"Who are we opening for?" asked Hiro.
"You're not opening for anyone. You're going solo on this one."
"What!" cried Shuichi.
"Huh?" K questioned, his expression falling into confusion.
"We're going alone!" Shuichi shouted more loudly than before.
"That is what he said Shuichi," Hiro said, trying to calm his friend.
"We're not ready for that!"
"Oh, but you're always the one saying we're ready for anything," Hiro pointed out with a small smile.
"Well… I guess that's true," Shuichi admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Then it's settled!" K shouted. "Off you go! We'll be out of here this afternoon."
The boys all fell silent staring at him. K raised an eyebrow at them, his arms still raised in the air with cheerful energy. The three sitting at the table became pale, staring at their manager. K grinned, touching his side where a gun was held comfortably. The three boys jumped up without argument. And how could they? Either they go through with it or get threatened into it. Both have the same results.
(Later That Afternoon)
"We'll be gone two weeks Yuki," Shuichi explained. "I'm so excited."
"Off to more little performances, what's new?" Yuki grumbled.
"Oh, don't miss me too much. We can have special time together when I get back," Shuichi whined, clinging to Yuki in a hug.
"I won't miss you at all. It's nice having such quiet with you not around."
Shuichi pouted, only to be interrupted by the door bell. Yuki walked over with his cold expressionless features, talking into the speaker.
"Who is it?"
"Hello Eiri-san," said K's voice on the other end. "Here to pick up Shindou." Yuki picked up Shuichi's bags and led the boy out the door.
"Yuki, you're walking me out?" At that question, Yuki gave him a small kiss on the lips.
"No," Yuki said, slamming the door. "I'm getting peace for two weeks."
"Yuki, don't be so mean to me," Shuichi shouted, kicking the door.
"Nothing new here I see," Hiro said with a chuckle.
"Hiro, why does he have to be so mean to me when I leave?"
"Maybe he's mad you're leaving him."
"Really!"
"Nah, probably just him," Hiro commented, staring idly down the hall.
"Not helping," Shuichi grumbled with a pout.
"Is that what I was supposed to be doing? Come on, you both will forget and share more of that "hello sex" of yours!" Shuichi started chuckling.
"Sex greetings! Let's see the greeting card industry compete with that!"
The two reached outside, snickering lightly as they joined K and Suguru. Getting into the van, Suguru looked at Hiro and Shuichi who were recovering from laughter, suspicion on his face.
"What's so funny?" he asked with a confused look.
"Just Shuichi and his lover," Hiro said, making a face at the last word. He wrapped his arm around Suguru lovingly. "They deal with problems we don't have to."
"You mean like one completely annoying the other?" Suguru asked, making a face at Shuichi.
"Want to come a little closer and say that!" challenged Shuichi.
Suddenly the van made a jerk, throwing the boys around slightly in the back. K smiled slyly, peeking into the back. The boys glared at him slightly.
"What was with that?" shouted Shuichi.
"Just seeing who was wearing their seatbelts," K said smiling ahead, "that and ending your childish arguments. This isn't going to be all that short of a trip, we don't need petty fights."
"We're driving all the way tonight?" asked Suguru.
"No, we'll stop at a hotel on the way where Sakano will meet us. Then we'll go from there."
(That Evening)
Suguru clenched tightly to Hiro, softly breathing as the ride had put him to sleep. Hiro leaned down, nuzzling the younger boy gently. The soft smell of almond and peach soap lingered in Suguru's hair. However, he grimaced, looking to his opposite side, spotting Shuichi drooling closely to him. He tried to inch away to avoid contact, only to have his friend fall over against him. Crying out in disgust, Hiro woke both boys.
"What's going on back there?" asked K quietly.
"Nothing, nothing is going on," Hiro assured.
"Stop moving around Hiro," Shuichi groaned. "Your warm arm makes the perfect pillow."
"Yeah," Suguru agreed, snuggling up to him a bit more.
He gave in between the two with a groan. The van jerked to a halt, tossing them slightly, once more.
"We're here boys," K announced, jumping out of the van.
"Here, where?" cried Shuichi, looking around.
"The hotel," K answered, opening the door to the back. He pulled out a box, pulling out some clothes.
"Now we don't want to draw attention, so we'll have to put on an appearance for the front desk."
The boys sat up, looking at their manager suspiciously. K began tossing them outfits, only to pull out what looked to be one of Shuichi's outfits for himself. He looked up grinning dangerously at them.
"Now get out. I have to change!"
They jumped out, hearing the rustling and struggle as the older man got into his clothes.
"What kind of plan is he up to?" Shuichi asked quietly.
"Who knows," Hiro said with a deep sigh.
Slowly the van door slid open, a tall blond in a skirt jumped from the van, standing before them. They all gawked at K. He was now clad in a flowing blue skirt and a white blouse. The boys almost screamed as they noticed two mounds had appeared on his chest. K had pulled his hair up into a fancy golden bun and applied some red lipstick. The blond walked over to Hiro, wrapping his arm around him.
"Hello husband," he said with a slight wink.
"What!" cried Hiro, jumping away, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.
"We're going to disguise ourselves as a family. Now I know we don't look old enough to have a son and daughter, but this way no one suspects us as a touring band."
"We're not a touring band. They're just a few performances. You haven't even said where they are. We're traveling around in the back of your van. That hardly counts as touring."
"Calm down Hiroshi," K said, smiling.
"Sounds more like we're skipping out on classes," said Suguru.
"What!" the others all cried.
"Nothing, you know, kids at school, skip classes and stuff, just hanging out in the back of someone's… van…"
"You're not doing that are you?" K asked hovering over the teen. "I would have to report it to Tohma."
"No, of course I'm not skipping classes," Suguru whimpered, hiding behind Hiro. "I have a personal tutor most of the time."
"Ok boys, in to the van and change."
"Wait, all of us?" shouted Shuichi.
"We don't have time to go one at a time," K argued.
The boys got back into the van, K closing the door behind them. He leaned against it nonchalantly, whistling to himself. He looked in one of the mirrors, adjusting his newly formed chest. Inside the van voices of complaints and arguments started.
"Who is touching me?"
"Ah! I need a little more room here!"
"I really feel someone touching my butt!"
"I know I'm good looking but no one better be looking at me change."
"I didn't take you as the underwear type Hiro."
"Shuichi shut up already!" both Suguru and Hiro shouted.
The two jumped out grumbling, leaving Shuichi half finished getting his clothes on. Hiro dressed a suit unfitting to his looks and a thin mustache graced upon his top lip. Suguru got out in a pair of shorts, a shirt, a sweater vest and glasses.
"Very funny you two perverts!" Shuichi shouted, slamming the door.
"Hey, be gentle with my baby!" K yelled, rubbing his hands across the van. "She's taken me to most of my jobs. I even performed my first hit from her."
"H… hit?" Suguru stuttered. "I don't take it K has ever been a music artist. Why did I even have to dress up? I just look like a rich brat."
"Oh and you're dressed up you say?" Hiro teases with a laugh.
"Stop trying to be funny Hiro," Suguru grumbled, causing Hiro to tense up with a cough.
Suddenly K clenched himself tightly to his van in the best attempt at an embrace. Hiro and Suguru took a step back from the cross dressing man as he threw himself against the van. He started stroking circles against it. They both grimaced as Shuichi opened the door, wearing a dress similar to those he had worn before. A school girl outfit, bow in hair and a pair of Mary-Jeans on his feet.
"Oh, we're a family now," K cheered in an attempt at a feminine voice.
"Are we really doing this?" Suguru whispered.
"Afraid so," Hiro commented.
"Come children, we should check into a couple of rooms now," K said as he hooked his arm into Hiro's.
"Children!" complained the keyboardist.
Following behind, Shuichi skipped slightly, his skirt flowing back and forth. However, Suguru glared at K's back, watching the way the blond held Hiro close. If he didn't consider Hiro so trustworthy, or just find K a bit idiotic, he'd think something going on between them. It was also reassuring how Hiro pulled away with desperation. It put a smile on the boy's face how uninterested Hiro appeared. Walking up to the front desk, they found themselves met with an odd look from the clerk. K grinned widely, pulling Hiro closer.
"I believe I made a reservation," K said cheerfully in his best female voice. "Mrs. Winchester."
"Uh, yes… Mrs. Winchester," the clerk responded, a nervous look. "Two rooms, 10th floor."
He pulled out 4 keys, placing them on the counter. The guests wondering the first floor, in and out of the bar area and elevators, all looked at them in a perplexed manner. Some men shot K seductive glances. Suguru and Hiro just sighed. Shuichi giggled as he received some looks himself though he couldn't tell the difference of ones of interest and ones of horrified curiosity.
"Hey sexy," a man passing by shouted. "That little boy can't please you like a real man can."
"I'm more of a man than you," K said smirking.
"I'm hurt," the guy said, holding his chest. "But that wouldn't stop me from getting a lay out of a pretty thing like you."
"No, but my dick might." The guy fell silent, walking away quickly.
"Are you trying to cause trouble," asked Hiro, pulling away from the blond.
"Haven't I been your manager long enough? You should know… I am trouble."
All four entered the elevator, Hiro blushing furiously as he stood next to his manager. He couldn't help but notice how high the skirt was riding up on the long legs. His psychotic manager had completely planned ahead. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
Walking out towards their rooms, K pulled out one of the keys unlocking one of the rooms and walking in. Inside was a plain white room, two twin beds, and two dressers against the opposite wall, a large mirror above them, a TV between them, and a door leading to the other room. Another door in the room leads to the bathroom, with a shower and bath. K walked over to the door to the other room. Pulling out the same key to unlock the first, he pulled out on of the other keys to unlock the second door.
"Double doors?" Suguru asked.
"Yeah, they're for rooms that are being used by associated people," K explained, "like one big room. The separate doors are so each group can decide their own moments for privacy." His tone shifted with the last sentence, making the others shiver slightly.
The next room was similar aside from the single queen bed. Hiro's eye began to twitch. Was that supposed to be for him and his "wife"? The room was a sign of tasteful subtlety on the part of the clerk there. He'd rather climb into a cramped twin with Suguru than put on a show to the hotel with K in one big bed. "Show, what show am I assuming there'll be?" He dreaded the thought of really asking, but he wanted to know now what his manager was planning.
"So who gets what room?" he asked through clenched teeth.
"Makes no better sense that you and Suguru get this one and Shuichi and I the other," K answered in a calm tone. Hiro was surprised to say the least, but thankful. "But no fooling around you two," K added, poking the tip of Hiro's nose. Behind them Suguru was blushing out of his mind, while Shuichi giggled and pointed.
K looked down at his watch, noticing the time. It was eight o'clock, and as though on cue, Shuichi's stomach began growling like a lion. He looked up at the others, grinning and rubbing the back of his neck bashfully.
"Wow, I must be hungrier than I thought," Shuichi laughed.
"Nah, I'm pretty hungry too," Hiro said, holding his stomach.
"That's settled," K shouted, "we order room service."
"Doesn't that cost extra?"
"Hush Hiro, if nothing else we take it out of your return from the performances."
"I'm willing to splurge some of my money on a good hotel meal," cheered Shuichi.
"Well I'm not," Suguru said with a pout. "I'm fine with a cheep meal." Suddenly the younger boy yawned.
"Looks like it's near someone's bed time," Hiro teased a huge grin on his face.
"Is not," Suguru said with another yawn, shoving Hiro away playfully.
K walked into the other room, sitting on one of the beds. He picked up the phone, calling room service. It wasn't until he finished calling he heard rustling from the other room and went back in. Looking in he found Shuichi hunched over digging into a small cabinet like thing by the bed.
"What is he doing?" K asked.
"Eating out of the mini bar," Hiro answered.
"What! Don't any of you have any idea how expensive those things are? Everything is like five times as much as you would normally find them!"
Shuichi peeked out, chocolate covering the rim of his mouth. "Then I'll eat this now, and we replace it with the cheaper, store bought version later."
"We're going to owe a fortune to this place when we leave," Suguru complained.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the other room. Shuichi jumped up, only to be held back by his blond manager. Suguru walked ahead to answer the door. Shuichi plopped onto one of the beds and kicked off his shoes.
"By the way," Hiro began, getting K's attention. "Can you lose the boobs already?"
K looked down at his chest, a grin spreading over his face. He held them, a look of pride and joy. "But I rather like them."
"I can't stay here, eating, with you having two couch pillows stuffed into a bra. It'd be nice if you took off the skirt and blouse too."
"Being naughty are we?" K gave the guitarist an evil look.
"What!"
"Are you coming to eat?" Shuichi asked, food hanging from his mouth.
Hiro left the room, tossing K his bag roughly to change into something. He sat on one of the beds next to Suguru, turning on the TV. Suguru looked over at Hiro through the corner of his eye.
"You're blushing," Suguru said calmly, staring back at the TV screen. "What happened?"
"What, I'm not blushing," Hiro assured, laughing softly.
K walked in, a pair of loose fitting slacks on, a white tank, open dress shirt and bare feet. Hiro also noticed he had let down his hair. The blond manager sat down on the floor between the two beds, he leaned against the bed Shuichi was laid out on, and kicked up his legs on the bed Hiro and Suguru were sitting on.
His foot stretched out, teasing the burgundy haired teen's thigh. The guitarist tensed up, unable to react. K smirked devilishly. He grabbed a bowl of food from the cart and watched the television, all the while having his foot maneuver its way over Hiro's leg. Hiro on the other hand, clenched his teeth tight and tried to gently get out of K's reach.
After a while, food finished and all the good shows on TV over, the guitarist rubbed his sleep drowned eyes, ready to go to bed. He stood, finally getting the pesky limb away from him. He turned to Suguru, ready to go into the other room, only to find him passed out on the bed, fully asleep. "How did I not notice? What do I do, there's not enough room for me to sleep with him, unless I want to come off sick and just pile on top of him." He sighed.
"Looks like your boyfriend has claimed my bed," K pointed out with a smile as he stood up. "I guess we're roomies."
"I'll sleep on the floor… thanks!"
"Oh come now Hiro, we're both mature men. I can keep my hands to myself."
"That doesn't count the rest of your body though."
"I see you've caught on. I guess people can do quite a lot without their hands, can't they?" K leaned in, warm breath touching the back of Hiro's neck, causing slight shivers. "I can tell you remember Hiroshi."
"How about you take the floor," Hiro grumbled, walking over to the other room. K followed, combing one hand through his hair, the other slipping down and unbuttoning his pants.
Hiro took some clothes into the bathroom and changed. Walking out in shorts and a shirt to sleep in, he found K already snuggled up in bed, eyes shut tight and breathing softly. He grabbed one of the pillows and he laid out on the floor. K cracked an eye open with a slight pout.
"Come on, I wont bite, we can share a mattress for one night," K argued. "I won't hump you like a bunny." K grinned at that sentence. "That is unless you want me to."
Hiro groaned, placing the pillow back on the bed and slumping next to his manager. He pulled the covers over himself, his hand brushing against the body next to him.
"You aren't wearing anything are you?" Hiro growled angrily.
"I'm not supposed to be uncomfortable just because we're sharing a bed."
"It would be common courtesy to wear clothes though," Hiro complained, getting between the sheets and cover.
"Why? Shy of my naked body Hiroshi?" K asked, leaning on his elbow towards Hiro.
Hiro's skin began to tingle. He shut his eyes trying to suppress his thoughts. K smiled and grasped Hiro's hand in his, leading it down his chest and abdomen, feeling the slight curves of his flesh. Hiro's eyes shot open as he found his hand at K's thighs. He pulled away with a yelp, falling onto the floor next to the bed.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" he shouted.
"Are you trying to say you find no enjoyment in it Hiroshi?"
"Stop saying my name like that!"
K leaned over the edge of the bed, looking down at Hiro stunned on the floor. He grabbed the teen's collar, pulling him up roughly, only to press his lips with Hiro's. Despite his previous outbursts, Hiro didn't fight. Instead he rose to his feet, getting back on the bed. Both on their knees, the sheets fell to expose K's nakedness. Hiro panted harshly as K's lips and tongue danced further down to his neck and collar bone. His hands roamed to the rim of Hiro's clothing.
"I'm not doing this," Hiro said, a slight panic to his voice as he pushed K away.
He got up, slapping his forehead as he headed for the door. K shamelessly passed in front of him, blocking the door. The blond glared at him, silently challenging him. "You remember our kiss, I know you do. I saw the anger you had towards me a few days later. But I think you wanted to be angry at someone other than you."
"That wasn't me, I was drunk, upset," Hiro argued.
"I can't believe that you were just drunk Hiroshi. I've been around plenty. They lose inhabitations, become emotional, sexual, and violent. But you touched me gently, with a tenderness and craving. I would say even before him, you had an attraction to me."
K moved in closer to him. Hiro stepped backwards, falling back against the bed, plopping a seat on the edge. K gave him a smile of satisfaction. His eyes seemed almost hypnotized as K approached him. "What am I doing? What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing!" Hiro's mind went blank as he found his eyes meeting K's lower waist. His mouth fell slack, his eyes heavy and cheeks red. The older man's eyebrow twitched with interest.
"Don't stare too long Hiroshi," K teased, "your eyes might get stuck."
K settled his knee between Hiro's thighs, hearing the boy's breathing quicken. He felt a rush of excitement as Hiro's lust heavy eyes focused on his. "I knew he felt something. He could never really hide it. I can't just let it go this time." Leaning in, he kissed Hiro deeply, tongues mingling and teeth nipping.
Hiro kissed back equally, soft moans escaping him. His head started spinning, only the contact making him feel steady and in place. K felt a blood rush with each pleasurable noise Hiro made, he began feeling an unbearable heat radiate between his thighs. Hiro suddenly found himself giving in completely as he stripped himself of his shirt. Hot breath and wet lips dove for one of Hiro's dark peaks. The guitarist fell back against the sheets, arching his back with ecstasy.
K smiled down, hair hanging, framing his face. He curved his fingers to the rim of Hiro's shorts, sliding them off easily. The guitarist tilted his head back, biting his lip harshly. His whole body was overcome with a light blush, both of shyness to his exposure and shame. He felt lips trail down his neck and stomach, only to tense when they reached his hip. K's tongue darted out, tasting its way down a path of Hiro's thigh.
"I can't do this. It isn't right. I can't give in to something like this. I…" The younger boy's thoughts completely stopped as he felt a strong hand grasp him tightly. The forceful, yet teasing touch was unbearable. He had never been on the receiving end, unsure he could handle it.
"I have to stop." He wanted to cry out as he felt K's tongue work its way over him. "Stop yourself now!" He noticed a shift of weight on the bed, cracking his eyes open, Hiro saw K standing up, positioning himself over him. Hiro clenched his eyes shut. "You have to get out of this. I have to stop. I have to stop! I have to...!"
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Ending Note: Don't hate me, please! I actually have ideas ahead of time… sort of. So this isn't just to make people angry and Suguru lovers kill me. I like K/Hiro a lot, so it was for me, but also the people who seemed to like the teasers. I guess this was a big teaser, but I didn't want anyone to hate me for this, so I tried to leave it light, or at least short. We'll find out how far in goes the morning after. Review please. And I would like no evil "you better put Hiro back with Suguru or I'll set you on fire!" reviews. That's taking the term "flamers" too far.