Notes: Thanks, SoraItou and Gabz for the reviews! Here it is, longer as promised (not too long though…). The second part of this date will be up shortly!

It was indeed the very next day when Bryan stepped into the park, once again, at ten a.m. He had been so determined to do this that he'd had his client convinced that Julia was the perfect tattooist to tend to his needs. Of course, that had not been very difficult as the man had taken one glance at Julia and shrugged in agreement.

Now Bryan found himself gaining determinedly on the bench, which he found to be disappointingly empty. He sat down gingerly and his eyes flitted around for any sign of the one he was hoping to catch. He looked down momentarily only to find a discarded newspaper, dated to the day before. Resigning to the fact that he might just as well break his habit of not reading the paper, he picked it up.

The front page had a huge picture of some officials along with an article about some security turbulences. Flipping it over, he began to scan the rest of the news. He became so immersed in an article about a drunk driver killing a family of five that he did not notice somebody had approached.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" the question was tentative.

Bryan looked up, about to shrug nonchalantly, and his heart skipped a beat. "Of course," he found himself saying to a slightly smiling Yuri, "I mean, of course you can."

Yuri sat down and folded his hands in his lap. Bryan buried his face behind the paper and wondered how he should start a conversation. A comment on the weather might not have worked too well since it looked like the heavens was considering soaking them. His eyes stared unseeingly at a picture of one of the heavily wounded children being rushed to the ambulance. His fist clenched and unclenched. What if Yuri rejected him again? For a second there was nothing but silence and then Yuri shifted.

"If… if me sitting here bothers you, then I can leave. It's just that I come here every Sunday."

"What?" Bryan looked about distractedly, about to comment that it was Saturday, then changed his mind, "Not at all. It's, ah," he thought wildly and his eyes found the injured boy's picture again, "It's this article. Some drunken idiot got behind the wheel and killed a whole family."

Yuri's eyebrows knitted lightly in sympathy, and he held out his hand, "Can I see the paper? If you don't mind…"

Relieved, Bryan handed it over without thinking, "Oh, sure. No problem."

For a second the red haired man looked solemn as he read over the few paragraphs stating the accident. Then, still slightly frowning, he started to flip through the rest of the paper absentmindedly. Bryan watched him, his mind running with how he should interrupt. Was Yuri a newspaper fan? Did he want to flip through the rest of the pages undisturbed? Would he be annoyed if Bryan cut through his thoughts to make random conversation? As this question flitted through his mind, Bryan saw that Yuri's frown was becoming more and more pronounced, now with confusion and alarm rather than sympathetic connection. He wondered if the rest of the news contained more articles about idiots killing innocent people.

And then Yuri looked up, his eyes uncertain, "But that can't be right…" he whispered, and Bryan suddenly understood. He reached over for the now discarded newspaper and swore, as though he had been hoping otherwise, when he saw it dated in big, clean letters. Yuri stood up, staring at him.

"Do you have a cell phone?" he demanded.

Bryan found himself on his feet as well, "Uhh…"

"Well? Do you?"

Sighing, Bryan took out his phone and handed it over, and watched Yuri shake his head as he looked at the date on the screen. Handing it back, he turned and began to walk quickly away. Bryan fumbled with the device, threw it in his pocket, and followed.

"Wait, Yuri!" Bryan called, "Wait!"

Yuri stopped, his mouth opened in surprise, and then he began to run. Swearing angrily, Bryan quickened his own pace. His heart beat erratically; had he triggered some kind of psychological reaction or something? Or was it just overwhelming confusion that was driving the other man to sprint to… wherever he was going?

They ran and ran, Yuri and Bryan in pursuit. Once, Bryan's heart gave a frantic lurch when Yuri jumped recklessly amidst the traffic and continued across the street. The beeping of the horns and the screeching of braking tires was way past them now. They were reaching an area of secluded, expensive houses, each placed within its own territory. Bryan might have been impressed had he not been too out of breath. Yuri had stopped running, merely trudging along and looking exhausted. It was just as well for Bryan, who kept his distance, his heart still thudding. As he walked, Bryan put his hands in his pockets and wondered why he had followed.

It was obvious that Yuri was heading home; would Bryan be welcomed by Yuri's family? He had a feeling that they wouldn't, but felt that Yuri finding out was somehow his responsibility. Of course, Yuri could have come along and found the paper anyway, but still…

Yuri had now turned into a driveway of a house with three expensive-looking cars perched outside. Bryan stopped at the gate, sceptical about trespassing. He watched the other man make his way to the door and punch it, sagging against it. Not long after, the door was pulled open, and to Bryan's horror, it was Rei who caught Yuri's falling form.

"I don't understand," he heard Yuri say in a choked voice as he hugged Rei rather desperately. And then, before Bryan could have thought to react, Rei looked up and over Yuri's shoulder and squarely met Bryan's eyes. Shit, Bryan thought. The ebony haired man pulled the redhead into the house, calling out some names, and then came storming back outside.

"Fucking hell," he spat when he had reached Bryan, "What did you do to him?"

"Nothing," Bryan said calmly, "I didn't do anything."

"Hell you didn't! What's this he was babbling about reading the newspaper and the date was all wrong and living a lie and got know what the hell is going on?!" Rei said, looking almost hysterical.

Bryan breathed in deeply, "He found a discarded newspaper. He read it. I didn't have to do anything with it." he told him. Being truthful would not have helped the situation anyhow…

"But you just happened to be there?" Rei demanded.

"I—" Bryan sighed, "Fine. I went to see him."

Rei opened his mouth, shut it, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know you told me to stay away from him," Bryan began.

"I meant it," Rei cut in.

"I know," Bryan compensated, "But I can't. I tried. I can't."

It was Rei who sighed this time. The man turned on his heel and began making his way back to the house. Bryan found himself falling in step with him, and when the other did not comment, he followed him up the driveway and through the doorway.

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