And so, it ends.

I wonder if everything will be ok after this. This is usually the reason why bands break up. We can't function without our lead singer, no matter how good of a keyboardist I am. And, the way Shuuichi sang that song… I don't think we should remix it. Fujisaki frowned at his keyboard and turned it off. He sighed. It's not fair if we do.

Mr. President is unhappy. Hiro is angry. Shuuichi is sick. Good thing Fujisaki is doing his work! Oh dear…

Back to work, baby! K happily polished his magnum and bazooka on the coffee table. Then, he turned serious as he looked at his companion. Someone should knock some sense into Hiro-kun. He unconsciously clicked the safety on his magnum on and off while sitting at the coffee table and staring at nothing in particular. But, before that… He nodded to his partner.

Shuuichi has no idea how much heartache he bought himself last night. Yuki Eiri will only hurt him and leave the broken pieces for me to glue together. Hiro exhaled, glancing at the NG building as he passed the familiar street, then shook his head and walked on without looking back.

…

"Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely. I have got nobody. I'm on my own." Shuuichi's voice sang.

Yuki looked towards the doorway, feeling a hole slowly stab its way through his heart with a hair-size pick.

Shuuichi went quiet.

Yuki turned back to his laptop as his fingers started typing the ending of the scene while his heart still ached.

"Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuukiiii!"

Yuki grimaced, finger paused just over the enter key and shook in strain as his brows twitched.

Shuuichi's face peeked in from the doorway a few seconds later, smiling, carefree.

Yuki exhaled and watched him.

"Hi!"

Yuki waited.

Shuuichi ran into the room and went behind Yuki while he still sat at his desk then threw his arms around Yuki's neck. He kissed the side of his head then let go and sat on the desk next to him, swinging his feet, still smiling and radiating the vibrant energy Yuki hadn't felt for a while. He almost smiled, but felt very warm and calmed anyway.

"What are you doing?"

Yuki's brow rose and he sat back into his chair.

"I know what you're doing, silly, I just wanted to hear your super-hot-sexy voice!"

Yuki's other brow joined the other just below his hairline as the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Yeah, I'm weird, I know!" Shuuichi laughed. Yuki almost laughed too, but the bubbles of mirth danced in his chest. "Demo, Yuki! Come - on! You have to tell me what you're doing. Entertain me! You're not killing anyone, are you?" Shuuichi leaned over and started reading the text on the screen.

Yuki's hand brought the screen down with it.

"Hey! I was reading that! You're so mean!"

"Shut up, baka."

Yuki stood as Shuuichi pouted. He held out his hand. Shuuichi looked at Yuki's outstretched hand then the soft smile on his face… His eyes widened with a silent hitch of breath and his heartbeat quickened, forcing his breath to quicken and his heart to push his blood everywhere in a rush. With that, he started feeling warm all over.

His hand slowly lifted and rested into Yuki's hand. Yuki tugged him closer and Shuuichi stood on his bare feet onto the floor with the slightest squeak from the parquet. Yuki pulled him closer he floated against his warmth. His hand came up against Yuki's chest and smoothed the material, the real purpose being to touch Yuki while still in confusion. Then, Yuki pulled back. Here go my few moments of love per decade, he mentally chuckled bitterly. But Yuki didn't let go of his hand, and while their eyes reconnected, Yuki kissed his forehead pulled the dazed pink Shuuichi towards the doorway.

"Come, Shu-chan. Let's get something from the café at the corner."

Shuuchi's eyes widened as his skin tingled. "Yu…ki…"

"Yes, you can have the marshmallows that come with my drink too. I won't throw them away anymore."

Shuuichi's mouth was slightly parted in feverish warmth and shocked amusement.

The corners of Yuki's mouth were still up. Everything around them was warm and calm.

Shuuichi, serene and relaxed for once, returned the tiny smile.

From a veranda of a building nearby, K removed the earphones and binoculars then signaled a thumbs-up to his companion, grinning. Fujisaki grinned.

Mr. Sakano sat in Tohma Seguchi's office, drinking tea and talking about Bad Luck's planned vacation before their new single's release. Tohma insisted they don't remix the new song and to make an 'a cappella' version of it as well as the original one. Mr. Sakano didn't understand where Tohma was going, but he never did, so he scheduled recording sessions for both versions anyway.

Maybe there's something I just don't see. Maybe Shuuichi is a fool. Maybe Yuki is a bastard. Perhaps… I just don't see it. Perhaps I don't recognize it yet. Perhaps… Shuuichi and Yuki are the opposite sides for this pull. Hiro stopped and looked up, finding himself back at the building. This force. No. Forces are affected by circumstance. And their attraction is not. It's always there, always powerful. He smiled slightly. This gravity. No matter how high or low, it'll always pull them back to each other.

Like the Persian cat receiving the prize salmon, Shuuichi brightened and opened his mouth for Yuki to pop in the marshmallow.

Welcome back, Shu-chan. Yuki watched as Shuuichi went to ask for more marshmallows. Stay.