A/N: As requested, here's the next chapter of 'Why.' Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Soubi had left me puzzled the week before. What I couldn't get over was that he laughed at me. Why couldn't I let it go? Perhaps I was jealous that someone besides myself had made my Sou-chan feel wanted. Looking back, I can't really remember why I was so curious.

I began to eavesdrop on Sou-chan's phone calls. The first I listened to was like any regular phone call. Once he set the phone down and returned to his canvas, I snuck toward his bag. Grabbing the phone, I slipped behind a tall easel supporting a canvas. When I was sure that Sou-chan wasn't watching, I checked the list of calls he'd had that day. Most of his calls were from the same number. Was Sou-chan lying when he said he didn't have a girlfriend?

I know what I did was childish. C'mon! I'm a young college student. Of course, I'm reckless.

Of course, Soubi knew what I was up to. Damn, how does he do it? For some weird reason, he can figure out what I'm thinking sometimes.

"Well, I've been found out," I sighed dramatically as Sou-chan put his phone away. "Forgive me, Sou-chan!" I could hear Soubi's groan as I threw myself at him, pretending to be ashamed of what I did. But, being in his arms wasn't at all what I expected, especially since he was trying to breath beneath my embrace. (I think I was squeezing him a little too hard that time.)

"It's alright, Kio." Though strained, Sou-chan's words seemed to wash away whatever guilt I had, which was very little. It's all about dramatics.

I let go of him, and I must say, I put on quite a show.

"Oh, Sou-chan," I said, "who do you keep calling? A girl?" Soubi shook his head. I gasped, exaggerating every movement I made with my arms. "You pervert!" I cried, trying to sound like a woman who had her heart broken. (Believe me, it's hard to do when you're male.) "I'll bet you go to a Lolita complex all the time! Host clubs for men! Any place you can pick up a girl!"

"I'm not a pervert, Kio," Soubi mumbled. I think he was still pissed about not being able to breath. Suddenly, his phone began to ring. I dove for it, attempting to get it before Sou-chan. Unfortunately, Sou-chan is taller than I am, and therefore he has longer arms. He got the phone first. It turns out that he got an email. As he read it, he gasped, and then he smiled the same calm smile he's always had.

"What are you reading?" I asked, trying to sneak a peek over his shoulder. "You're creepy. Do you know that?" Sou-chan turned away from me, hiding the screen from my view.

"It's just an email, Kio." Just an email! If Sou-chan wouldn't let me see it, it was more than 'just an email'. What if Sou-chan didn't let me see it because he wanted to make me jealous? Ooh, Sou-chan. That's cold.

For the rest of class, Sou-chan kept his phone at his side. He would stare at it like he was waiting for it to ring and save his soul from damnation. Geez. It's just a phone. After the one email, Sou-chan didn't get anymore calls that evening. Even after he went to bed, I still couldn't sleep. I couldn't help but wonder who made Sou-chan happy. I wanted Sou-chan's phone.

He always left his phone on the charging dock in the kitchen. I was surprised how often he used it, because he usually had to recharge his phone after one day. He needs a new one. The one he has is ancient and huge. But, even if the phone is charging, I can still look at his emails. Ha! Who's the clever one now? It took me some time to find the email from this afternoon. I scrolled through a lot of them, all from the same number. He was lying to me! He totally had a girlfriend who always emailed him and did kinky things with him.

I dropped the girlfriend idea after I found Sou-chan's email he received this afternoon.

Soubi- tomorrow morning at the park. Call me when you get there.

-Seimei

Seimei? But, Seimei's a guy name. There had to be a picture or something that went with this 'Seimei' guy's number. I probably would have torn Sou-chan's phone apart trying to find a picture. I probably would have jumped into bed with Sou-chan and yelled at him for cheating on me if he hadn't woken up to have a late-night smoke.

"Kio," he said, "put my phone away." Damn, how'd he figure it out? I was silent during my mission, and Sou-chan sleeps harder than a rock.

"Goodnight, Sou-chan," I cooed. After he had gone back to sleep, I slipped into my own room. Then, I decided that if Sou-chan wasn't seeing a girl, he had to be gay.