A/N: great idea!

Tohma Seguchi sat in the posh penthouse in New York City, riffling through old photos and thinking of things long past. Perhaps it had not been to bright to come here seeing all what had happened. Too much reminded him of Eiri, too much reminded him of the past and the torn lives.

He got up after ten minutes and fixed himself some traditional Japanese tea while overlooking the dark, sparkling New York skyline.

Tohma felt himself practically quiver as he thought with mourning of the young Eiri Yuki who had died such a tragic death in his present state, and when younger had died such a terrible spiritual death. His hand shook, sloshing tea over onto the counter. The president felt the hot beverage scald his hand and he quickly sat the drink down, quickly reaching for a towel to dry his hand on. He forgot his tea for a moment and left it to look at an object that had caught his eye.

He walked out of the kitchen and bent down to pick up a silver framed picture. The photograph was of himself and twenty-five and young Eiri when he'd been sixteen.

Eiri was looking young and happy, smiling with an ice-cream cone in one hand, posing a V with the other as Tohma bent over, taking on a big brother air with his arm slung around the younger man's shoulders good-naturedly.

Tohma shuddered

It had been the year of the fateful, hate-filled day.

"Seguchi-san! Is it all right if we go to Madison Square Garden before by tutoring lesson with Kitazawa-san?"

"Of course, Eiri." Tohma smiled, looking into the boy's vibrant face.

"All right!" He paused in the middle of his joy. "As long as you're sure Kitazawa-san won't be angry."

He rested his hand on top of the boy's head. " Oh it probably will be no problem whatsoever."

"Let's go!"

The keyboardist broke of out his reverie and set the photo down, walking back to retrieve his cup of tea. His heart quivered when he though back to that day at the mourning proceedings. He momentarily had been aware of the ferocity in him when he'd lunged at the young vocalist, swearing to seal the other man's death. At that instant, Tohma Seguchi had been a very irrational man. He was the type for to take care of his matter's in private, and the setting he'd chosen to commit attempted homicide had been anything but. He admitted he'd lost his symbolic cool. He set down the cup and growled frustratedly.

In that minute though…. he would have done anything for Eiri-san. He would have done anything in the late novelist's name if had meant achieving justice and satisfaction for the shamed innocent young Eiri.

He'd seen everything flash before his eyes once more. He'd felt his heart pound as he'd run through the city and up those stairs.

He felt the wind rush at him when he'd burst through the apartment door into the darkened room. His eyes falling upon the solitary live form of Eiri Uesugi; the young man had the gun, the weapon of murder, clutched between his hands. The body of Kitazawa laid out like a stage prop. Eiri had been trembling severely, a frightened look in his eye. So when his eyes had caught Seguchi's he'd broken down right then and there, gun falling from his fingers. He'd tossed himself into Tohma's arms and broke out in a loud wailing sob. It was a cry that was streaked with sadness as well as horror.

"You didn't do anything wrong. It's my fault…"

Those words and Eiri's cries still rung sharply and strongly in his ears till this day.

He brought up the tea and drank in quietly. He was deep in thought when he heard a loud knock at the door. Tohma looked up then stared at his clock on the mantle. "Now who could that be?"

He set the tea aside and got up to answer the door, shuffling in his pink slippers.

He reached the door and touched the doorknob. "Who is it?"

"New York Police."

Tohma froze.

Police…Why would they…

He shook off his worries. It's probably nothing, he told himself.

Tohma carefully unlocked his door after looking through the peephole then opened it up carefully. "Can I see some identification?" He asked cleverly through the crack.

One tall white male officer presented his badge to Tohma's eyes level then said, "Is this sufficient"

The president gauged whether to let that be all. The man was dressed in fine clothes. It was obvious this was no street cop. "Homicide eh?"

"Yep."

"My…what would two homicide detectives want with me?"

"Can you open up, Sir?"

"I'm not sure I should." He replied smoothly back. "Perhaps I should have my lawyer present."

"If you feel need to."

"I do." Tohma opened the door wide.

"Good. Then without further ado…" The man extracted cuffs. "Tohma Seguchi, you're under arrest for aiding and abetting the murder of Yuki Kitazawa. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you do not have one, one can be provided for you…."

Tohma just smiled calmly as the detective twisted him around and snapped cuffs on his wrist.

He knew this day would come to get him someday. Oh well, at least Eiri got away...

A/N: Yea, decided to continue…what do you think..