Golden eyes surveyed the scene before them, their owner's mind trying to distance itself from the reality of what was happening. The sene itself was gruesome. Fires were burning, and there were people trying to put them out. Bodies were strewn about on the ground, and rescue workers were tending to the injured. The dead were covered in white sheets, blood staining them. However, Eiri could not see the two people he had come to find, and it scared the living hell out of him.
To his right, he noticed a group of police officers breaking up a fight between two men. He stopped for a moment to stare. Both men appeared to be professional . . . somethings. The author's mind drew a blank as to their careers, though their clothing (they were wearing racing gear) was a tell-tale sign.
They were shouting at each other in English, tossing out accusations, and each of them were boasting about something. It sounded like they were discussing, albeit heatedly, their skills behind the wheel and their integrity. Something about them and the way they were behaving nauseated Eiri, and he had to look away. It was disgusting. How they could stand there and argue at a time such as this, Eiri did not know nor did he want to know. He started to walk away. He needed to find them. It was importan that he did . . . they were both very dear to him and he did not know what he would do if they were suddenly gone from his life.
"Sounds like they need a lesson in humility," a soft yet familiar voice commented, and it reignited Eiri's concern even as it brought him relief.
"Shuichi . . ." He turned around to see Shuichi and Tohma standing behind him, unharmed.
"I'm right here," the former singer said. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise."
With that, Eiri did something he normally would never have done. He embraced his petite lover for all the world to see.