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Chapter 2
Yuki
He sat at his usual table in the corner of café waiting for his sister to get to the fucking point. Mika was not one of his favorite people to be around. Her lectures made him want to reach across the table and put his hands around her pretty little neck. "Won't you even think about it?" she asked with a sigh.
"I won't answer that question again. You should have learned by now that I don't care anymore." Standing up, he tossed his jacket over the shoulder and put his expensive sunglasses back on.
"Eiri, sooner or later…"
"Then make it later," he said cutting her off. He walked out without saying another thing, or looking back. He thought he heard her racing after him, but he refused to turn around.
Shuichi nearly choked when he saw him from across the café. That was him! Shuichi watched as the blonde man walked away, and absolutely had to follow him. He raced after the blonde's retreating form. After a block of tailing him, it began to rain, but he couldn't stop there. He followed him on into the parking garage.
By the time he had nearly caught up to him, he was already in his car. Shuichi raced down toward the street. The black Corvette began to speed out of the parking garaged and all Shuichi could think to do was stand in front of it. He HAD to let this man know that what he had said was wrong. Stepping out into the street, Shuichi prayed that the man would stop.
Tires squealed, and a spray of water washed over Shuichi. Cars behind them were honking and people were screaming all sorts of foul things. The blonde haired man got out of the car and fixed a scathing glare on Shuichi. "Get in, damn it!"
He wasn't quite sure why, but he obeyed. They rode in silence to an upscale neighborhood on the outer edge of the city. Shuichi followed the man into a very swanky looking condo. This went against everything he'd ever been taught about "talking to strangers," but somehow he just trusted this man.
In the living room, the blonde left him waiting to go get some towels. When he came back, he was barefoot and his button down shirt was hanging open. Shuichi felt heat rise to his face. "Dry off. I don't want puddles all over my floors."
Yuki
He stared at the pink haired boy as he dried himself off. The kid certainly was an idiot. What could have possessed him to stand out in front of a car? He couldn't possibly be that stupid….then again. "I don't know what you think you were doing. If you want to be the wounded artist and kill yourself, don't do it at the expensive of my paint job."
The kid looked angry, and began frantically going through his pockets.
"What the hell are you doing?" Yuki asked harshly. This kid was one of the weirdest people he had ever met. He didn't answer, just seemed to be looking harder. He could see a look of resignation on the boy's face. Whatever he was looking for must have gotten dropped somewhere along the way. "Aren't you even going to answer me?"
The boy pointed to his throat where there were a number of light scars, and shook his head.
"You can't talk, can you?"
The boy shook his head.
Yuki rummaged in his desk drawer for a pen and paper and handed it to him. The boy scribbled furiously, and handed it to Yuki.
Why were you such an asshole about my song?
Yuki decided to play dumb with the boy. "I don't even know what you're talking about."
You can't be so cruel and just forget about it! I know that you have to remember. You read my song in the park last night and told me it was awful. I want to know why you would say something like that.
"So you almost got yourself killed because I didn't like your pathetic little love song?" Yuki laughed. "You're even more of a dumb ass than I thought you were."
The boy nearly fell over. His hands were balled into fists with white knuckles. "You lied!" was written across his face as clearly as if he would have said it.
"Of course, I did. You think I could forget shit writing like that even if I tried?"
Who are you to judge?
"No one. So just go home and forget it. Stop bothering me over something that really doesn't matter."
Shuichi
The blonde was even colder than he remembered. He couldn't believe that one person could be so cruel. This wasn't solving anything, so he stood up and walked out with so much as writing a word.
Out on the streets, he managed to hail a cab and swore silently because he had left the only paper he had back at the condo. He borrowed the driver's pen and wrote his address down. This was not his day.
It was late afternoon when he made it back to his room. Hiro was sitting on the couch with his guitar and a stranger with light brown hair. "Meet our new singer," Hiro said with a smile. "Ryuichi Sakuma, I would like to introduce Shuichi Shindou."
The brown haired boy launched himself off of the couch and wrapped his arms around Shuichi's neck. "YOU WRITE THE BEST SONGS EVER! I am sooooooo happy to be in band with you! Ah, and so is Kumagoro." The brunette held up a pink bunny.
Shuichi smiled. At least someone seemed to like his work….even if that someone was sitting on the floor having a conversation with a stuffed rabbit. But the face of the blonde still lingered in his mind.
