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My internet connection isn't so good, so I'm stuck with adding a single chapter at a time...^-^...

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Yukimura listened intently on the news. A notorious killer has just been arrested in Nagoya for killing an entire family somewhere in Tokyo.

Yukimura sighed. It's not like he had other choices. All channels are apparently broadcasting the same news, that even his favorite variety show has given its way to the live airing of the entire arrest proceeding.

He wiped his hair dry and hung the towel on his neck. He had just finished taking a warm bath, and the only thing he wants to do now was to retire on bed silently and hope that the next day would be back to normal. Oh well, everything's actually normal. Save for the fact that he has yet to completely wipe away the memory of his first kiss with his first love.

'Duh' he thought to himself.

A ring on the doorbell snapped him away from his reverie. He went to the door and opened without mining who was out. There are only few people who know where he lives, and all of them are very much welcome to come and visit anytime.

"Who could this…be…." he trailed off upon opening the door, and seeing the subject of his thoughts for awhile now.

"Tezuka…"

The spectacled guy offered a timid smile. "Hey.."

"H-hey…c-come in.."

Tezuka followed him in without any word and settled himself down on the sofa.

"Is there….a problem?" Yukimura asked. The last thing he remembered about Tezuka's last visit was when the latter was asking him to extend the deadline of a manuscript, which Yukimura, of course, did.

This time though, he couldn't think of any businesses the novelist could possibly have with him.

"I came to apologize." he heard him say.

Oh. So that was it. He was sorry for kissing him back in the office. Somehow, Yukimura felt hurt about that.

"Oh..it's..nothing." he said.

Tezuka nodded. "Can I stay for the night?"

Yukimura nodded but eventually frowned. "Wait, wait…you want to stay? Here? The whole night?"

"Yes."

"B-but.."

"That's if you don't mind of course."

"No it's fine. I just…you know, it's just….oh well never mind. I have a spare room. You can use it."

Tezuka sighed and smiled. "Thanks."

"Sure."

"Yuki.." Tezuka said as he stood up and went closer to his editor

Yukimura raised a brow. "What?"

Tezuka shook his head and pulled the other guy to a hug.

"Thank you for always being here." Tezuka whispered.

"That's….my job…"

"No..I mean..for being a good friend. You've done so much more than what you think. I just want you to know that I really appreciate it."

'But still not enough for you to love me..' Yukimura thought.

He pulled away and gave Tezuka a smile.

"I will always be here...When you need me of course." he said.

Tezuka smirked. They really sound…..weird. He gave a knowing smile and pinched Yukimura's nose, long enough for the other to start giving in lame punches on his shoulder.

"Crap." Yukimura said when Tezuka finally freed him. His nose was a bit swollen, and since he's naturally pale, he could just imagine how it would be visible to everyone. He darted a sharp glare at the novelist.

"Don't ever do that again, or I'll really make you regret it."

"Not scared."

"Not yet."

"Never."

"Just wait."

And then they burst into laughter. Yukimura threw the towel on his neck to Tezuka and smiled.

"I have work to do."

"I know." Tezuka said as he went back sitting on the sofa and watching the show on T.V.

Yukimura shrugged and went up to his room.

As expected, Tezuka couldn't sleep.

There were just so many things going on around his mind that he didn't dare to expect a night of peaceful and real relaxing experience. He heaved a sigh and looked at his phone which he placed on the bedside table. He wanted to hear Fuji's voice, yet every time he attempts to dial his number, the memory of how Fuji lied to him always comes back to mind.

Minutes passed and Tezuka heard footsteps closing by. He shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep. Perhaps Yukimura would go and check if he had already fallen asleep. That was after all his character; always thinking of other people's concerns.

The door to his room slowly opened, and even if he couldn't see it, Tezuka knew Yukimura was peeking in. He inwardly smiled as the thought of a surreptitious editor comes to his mind. The last time he slept over to this house, he caught his editor rummaging on few childhood albums he kept for some unknown purposes. He swore Yukimura's red face when he grabbed a photo of him playing with a puppy was one of the most memorable thoughts he would ever had in his life.

"Tezuka.." he heard Yukimura called.

The novelist remained still. He has no plans of ruining the moment. He heard Yukimura's footsteps closing by and the next thing he knew, a cold hand caressed his cheek and pried away the strands of hair that fell down in front of his eyes. Tezuka almost shivered at the contact.

Just when he thought of checking on what his editor was doing, doubting the reason of the sudden silence, he recognized the chill on his spine as he felt Yukimura's lips on his forehead. Tezuka could swear, if not of the intensity of the situation, he could've opened his eyes and confront the other guy immediately. Instead, he remained unaware.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you." Yukimura whispered close to Tezuka's ears, enough for the novelist to slightly shiver from the cold breath that tingled on his skin.

Tezuka faked a groan, and the bluenette instinctively moved away.

The moment he heard the door closed, signaling Yukimura's departure, Tezuka slowly opened his eyes. He knew Yukimura and him shared something special between them, but that was no more than because they've been together for all those years when both celebrated successes in their respective fields.

Or so he thought.

What was now slowly coming to his realization though is definitely bringing a dangerous spice on his initial impression that Yukimura was always with him just because they're best friends. The way his brain understood what had just transpired, his editor was definitely feeling something more than friendship, and Tezuka didn't like it.

Tezuka propped himself up on bed and looked at the closed door in bewilderment. If, indeed, what he was thinking was right, then he honestly don't know how to deny or even tell his editor that he can't give him what he wants.

He loves Fuji, and it's real.

Yet on a second thought, Yukimura's the last person he would ever want to hurt, and he didn't know why.

Author's Note:

*nods*...No one EVER wants to hurt a Seiichi Yukimura...

(Tezuka's wise enough to realize that...)

But then again, if we're talking about a Syusuke Fuji on the other hand, then...perhaps it would be a different story...

Good Luck!