Yeah! (dance around) People really do like this story! I didn't know if it would hit and I already got some reviews for it! Well, you asked and I shall give. (bows) Arigato for all of the support! Here is Track 2 of "Those Three Words"!

A few more hours passed, they had done some music work down at the sound check rooms but still wasn't up to the singing part. Suguru was working on his synthesizer to fix up some more beats and sound effects while Hiro was out of the office and getting them all something to eat. Shuichi was slouched in his chair, dazing off and staring into nothingness. Suguru couldn't concentrate at all, the entire room was too quiet. He perked his head up at the silent loud mouth to find him slouched there and frowned, he had been acting strange like this for over a month now. "Shuichi?" He asked out loud. The singer turned his head to him as if he were a zombie awakened from the grave to eat fresh flesh. This gave the young boy chills but he still needed to ask. "Are you okay?"

"My head..." He slouched some more and looked like he was melting into the couch. "It's pounding yet floating in a sea of blah at the same time." Suguru didn't like how he was acting at all. The conversation came to an abrupt end when Hiro walked in holding three fast food bags. Shuichi shot out of his chair and charged at Hiro. He grabbed one of the bags and opened it, then pouted. "It's a chicken wrap..."

The food bringer took that bag and handed him another. Shuichi took a peak inside and perked up, a good cheeseburger with fries and even a small cookie. He meeped and started back to his seat. At first Shuichi was walking off to the side but he just fell onto the couch and started to eat his food right away. Hiro tossed the first bag that was taken away from him to the keyboardist. "Here, your chicken wrap." Suguru thanked him and sat down on the ground next to Shuichi, Hiro also sat down on the ground as Shuichi gobbled down his burger and jumped right on to the fries. Hiro took his time with his burger, how could that boy eat like that and still keep his size? "See? You're eating just like a pregnant woman."

"DROP THAT!" The other two yelled at him. Hiro smirked and kept at his dinner. Shuichi took out a fry and popped it into his mouth, chewing away with pleasure. When he was done with the fry he grabbed onto another one and smiled brightly. "I wonder how my Yuki is doing?" The other two didn't mind him talking about his lover, it seemed like one of the most normal things that he had done all day. The lover boy stuck another fry into his mouth as he continued. "Maybe I should call him? But he's working on a late night deadline again tonight. AHH! TONIGHT!" Shuichi looked over to the clock in the music studio, it was seven at night already. "I PROMISED HIM I WOULD GET HOME BEFORE SUPPER!"

Hiro swallowed the chunk of meat inside of his mouth while speaking to the crazy one. "Tohma is coming to see our rehearsal and you can't skip out anymore. Yuki will understand if you get home late." And then he took another bit.

Shuichi popped two fries into his mouth this time, then nodded in agreement to what his friend said. "You're right... I'll just give him a little call that I'll be late." He popped his bag of uneaten food into Hiro's lap and stood up, a pain starting in the back of his head. Shuichi stumbled a bit in his step but quickly got right back up to his feet. The two watched him closely as he started to walk to the side a bit, as if he were drunk. Shuichi turned around to them and laughed with his hands behind his head. "Hiro! Did they slip something into that? I can't walk right anymore! HAHAHAHA!" Shuichi stuck out his tongue and again started to the door, at least it was more of a straight line this time. He really worried them now, what was happening to the star power of their band? The two remaining artists gave each other a helping glance. Then both shot up to get the attention of Tohma onto the matter. While Shuichi headed down the hall to use his cell phone the other two ran the opposite way to get to Tohma's office and hope that he was still there.

Shuichi took out his cell phone and started to type in the numbers of Yuki's home phone but he was seeing double. The young boy closed his eyes and shook his head to get back on track but it just hurt the back of his head even more. He opened his eyes and tried again, this time he could see the numbers better but was still seeing double. Shuichi painstakingly banged in the numbers for Yuki's house and put it to his ear. He closed his eyes again, seeing things in double was really annoying and his headache wasn't getting any better. Not to mention that he felt like bringing up all of what he just ate again. Shuichi stumbled back against the wall as the phone rang, the answering machine came on. "Another deadline job..." He moped to himself as the automated message kept going. Once the beep came Shuichi perked up a bit more. "Hi Yuki! I'm going to have to stay after a bit, I probably won't make it to dinner. I'm-" He stopped again, putting his hand over his mouth. Shuichi never hung up the phone, he just lowered the occupied hand and kept the free one over his mouth. The boy went to the restroom that was close and right to a stall. He hovered over the toilet and threw up the dinner that he just ate, still with the phone in hand. After he was done gagging Shuichi got back up and went to the sink the try and clean up a bit, he looked into the mirror and saw two of himself again. Then he realized that the phone was still on. Shuichi cancelled the rest of the call and put the phone back into his pocket. He hovered over the sink and tried to calm down a bit. Shuichi closed his eyes to get back into his happy mode. "Come on... get a grip!" He told himself. Shuichi took a deep breath and looked up again, the double vision was almost back to normal. He smiled and washed up a bit. "I have to be better to perform with Ryuichi!"
Luck would have it that Tohma was indeed inside of his office. He was packing up his final amount of papers and was about to head off to the rehearsal that he promised he would listen to. Hiro and Suguru slammed open the doors and ran inside, out of breath, while Tohma just looked in surprise at their grand entrance. The two leaned against the backs of the seats and took their attention to Tohma as he looked in question to them. "It's about Shuichi." Hiro started.

Tohma was at full attention, leaning against his desk and waiting for them to catch their breath and continue. Suguru got to talking right first, staring his cousin right in his eyes. "For the past three to four months Shuichi has been acting really strange. He's been getting a lot of headaches and throwing up a lot. Not only that, but he can't walk very straight and keeps forgetting things!"

"Well, the constant forgetting is normal for Shuichi isn't it?" Tohma asked. Hiro shook his head no. Sure his friend could act like a little child and forget some things, but his short term memory otherwise was always pretty good. In fact it was great compared to how he was doing now. "Has he gone to a doctor?"

The guitarist took a seat and sighed with a small chuckle. "He's terrified of doctors. The only time he would go is if we dragged him there." Tohma shut his briefcase of folders and headed for the door. Suguru followed without hesitation while Hiro took his time. When the last person left the doors were closed behind him and the three headed off to the sound studio room. "What are you going to do?"

"What else?" Tohma turned the corner of the hall, the other two following closely like students listening to the teacher in a tour. "We're going to take him to the doctor."

Shuichi got back to the sound studio only to find it empty. He found it strange that the other two left without telling him but accepted it anyway. Again with a crooked walk he tried to get to the couch while attempting to dial the two touch tone pads for Yuki's number again. He got it in, feeling extremely dizzy. He raised the receiver to his ear as the back of his head hurt again. The lead singer had been getting pains in the back of his neck for over a year now, probably because of all of the times he's fallen on it. And the headaches always came when he was stressing over something, same as the double vision when he was sick. Shuichi waited for the answering machine again, Yuki was still working, to end. He stumbled over to the couch while feeling fatigued. "Yuki... about that last call I-" He tripped over his own two feet, falling forward and hitting his head on the corner of Suguru's synth board. He was knocked out cold while the board fell to his side, causing a loud crash. Silence now.

Tohma entered into the sound studio and looked around for what caused the noise while Suguru went to pick up everything that fell. He didn't get far when he found Shuichi laying there out cold. "Call an ambulance!" He yelled out. Tohma dropped his bag and went over to check as well while Hiro hopped over everything to get to his friend. He rolled Shuichi onto his back and was calling his name, telling him to wake up. Tohma found Shuichi's phone on the floor next to him. He picked it up and noticed that it was in the middle of a call, someone was speaking on the other side.

He held it to his ear to actually hear Yuki telling Shuichi how he needed to stop getting drunk and trying to call. "This is Tohma." He said, stopping Yuki in mid sentence of annoyance. "I'm going to have to call you back, Shuichi just passed out and I need to use his phone to call the hospital." Yuki was silent when Tohma said this, he had no witty remarks. Tohma hung up and started to dial for an ambulance to come and pick up the unconscious singer.

Yuki lowered his cordless phone slowly, he never thought he would hear the day that they needed to call the hospital for him. Sure Shuichi was acting strange for the past few months but strange was his characters. He remembered the first message that Shuichi sent on the answering machine where he stopped on his love trip and vomited again. Yuki placed the phone down on the receiver and just stared at it, he was useless until Tohma called him again and told him what happened to his lover. The novelist dreadfully went back to his laptop and looked at the screen, his mind went blank and he couldn't think of a word to write. He popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it, the draft was due tomorrow and his editor would have his head on a platter if he didn't finish. Yuki had his hands hovering over the keyboard to start typing but still nothing came to mind. He grumbled to himself and went back to the phone, dialing his current editors number. A few rings and she picked up, the smooth man just blew out some smoke and closed his eyes. "I can't finish the deadline tomorrow. Something important came up." And with that he hung up. He didn't have time to listen to all of her whimpering and complaining at the moment, his mind was rushing through things he didn't know. Yuki went back to the bedroom and got dressed, then waited for the call to come in from Tohma.
Yeah... I couldn't think of anything else so I had him hit his head on a synth board. Would that knock out the real Shuichi? Prooooobably not. XD Okay, please review for me if you liked it! (or if you didn't, that's fine too) I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can. (smiles)

Kokoro