author's note:

I would like to thank FrosteeFlakes, zeroworkethic, and .fan for the reviews! They are greatly appreciated. Reviews are a writer's fuel you know. I will also thank everyone who favorited or subscribed to my story. Perhaps a bit out of character for Hiroki, but not much I hope. By the way, the previous chapter was themed to Winter, and this is is themed to Autumn. Enjoy reading.

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fall

Fall was a windy season. The soft green leaves of the trees would turn brown and crisp. It was the season where people would take out their scarves and hats and coats, and stop going for walks in the park. Nowaki and Hiroki, however, enjoyed walking in the park when it was dry; and gusts of wind would pick up the leaves and twirl them in the air, a whirlwind of red, brown, yellow, and orange. They would talk together, huffing and watching the white clouds of their breath dissipated. And they only took one scarf; a long one, that would fit two people. They would stick close together, and wrap the single scarf around both their necks, like a thick string of grey connecting them, and let small smiles grace their frozen lips.

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light

Hiroki squinted up at the white light of the hospital. He stumbled into the reception room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, and yawning softly before smoothing his coat, and sitting in one of the chairs. The woman at the desk asked if Hiroki needed any help, and he replied that he was waiting for Kusama Nowaki, to give him a ride home (not admitting they lived together or the fact of their love). The girl nodded, and began filing papers.

Hiroki shuffled in his seat to get more comfortable, slouching down and burying his face in his scarf. It smelled of alchohol, and the only color in the room was white not including the decorative tissue boxes and some magazine stacked up on a table. Soon enough, Hiroki had nodded off to the sound of papers being rustled and he let his eyelids close slowly. The next thing he knew, he was being shaken gently on the shoulder. And he could hear his name being called in that familiar voice. He opened his lids to meet with the other's soft blue eyes.

"Nowaki..." He whispered.

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depression

Quiet. Lonely. Grey. The feeling of depression seeps into the heart thick, like blood will seep into your clothes. It will bring dark clouds to your sky, ripples to your pond, and steal the joy out of life. Depression naturally comes to the single male, who searches for love, finding emptiness, lost in the abyss of solitude and desolation. For the couple of Hiroki and Nowaki, depression is a seldom visitor, an outsider to the lovely air of happiness.

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rain

Nowaki sat at the table. Book in hand, rain quietly falling to the ground outside. He rose gracefully, walked slowly to the window, placed his hand against the cold glass. The city was grey, a differentiation from the usual hustle-and-bustle of tokyo. There was no one outside, the streets empty, all had returned home in fear of the rain ruining their hair or their suit. The road was slick, dark with water. No cars either. When he looked over, there was someone next to him, coffee cup in hand, also looking out the window at the empty city. Hiroki placed his hand on top of Nowaki's and faintly smiled at his coffee cup.

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warm

Nowaki's body was warm. His whole being was burning with fever. He lay on a futon, a cool washcloth on his head. His breath was ragged, and his hair tousled, his face pinkish and flushed. Hiroki sat near him, in a pulled up chair, reading. He pushed his reading glasses up on his nose and took a quick glance at Nowaki before flipping the page. The whole room was becoming warm just from the heat radiating off Nowaki. Hiroki unbuttoned his shirt a bit and fanned himself with his hand. He checked the clock and got up. He then announced it was time for Nowaki's medicine. The younger sat up and smiled, nodding in that dreamy way he had of doing so.

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author's note:

Updating on my other story, "Misaki's secret" has been going slow, sorry. I hope you enjoyed part two. Light was kind of long, so I had to split it up a bit... sorry for breaking the format! I could do one of this type of story for any other couples if anyone would like. Thoughts? Requests? Did you find any type-o's? Please inform me of them so I can fix them! Look at the previous chapter for more questions to jump start your review, you if want to leave one. I'm not expecting a long paragraph of a detailed critique, just two or three sentences. Don't feel pressured. By the way, do any of you go to camp Usdan in Long Island?

Let me just say this was a fun fic to write... I hope you all enjoyed it too. I thank you deeply for taking the time to read this.