He made a big mistake. No matter how much Eiri had screwed up, it was always good to hear anther opinion. It might be hard, but still, you need to hear what your opponent has to say in his defense.

Shuichi was staring at the door Eiri had just stormed out through. The singer was shaking uncontrollably, unable to regain his composure. His tear-filled eyes were trembling in shock and pain, he himself unable to comprehend how the simplest sentence such as: "Just forger it" could hurt so much,

In a different context it would mean nothing, but in this case, it was worse than a bullet.

It seemed that Seguchi had a plan and Hiro was cooperating. That was another betrayal to think about, since Shuichi was still sleeping in that bed, next to Hiro. And Hiro had no right to engage himself into the singer's personal affairs.

But the plan was good and Shuichi knew how much Hiro was sacrificing. The things with Tohma and him were bad, but still, Hiro had managed to have a nice conversation with him and be nice to him in order for him to help.

The strange fact is that Tohma was really ready to help. He seemed to really care about fixing one crashed relationship. Two, to be precise.

With the blink of his eye did he realize those facts and somehow the strength ran down to his legs as he made several rapid steps to the front door.

He ran to the street in search of Eiri that couldn't go far, since he didn't have his car nearby.

He looked left and then right, already feeling despair and helplessness. He couldn't see Eiri anywhere.

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The blonde didn't know what else to do than to walk on foot to the nearest café and to drink until he passes out. That was his only escape, although he knew too well that he was much smarter than that and that he could think of something better to cure himself.

None of the solutions were alcohol, cheap men and women. Nothing could replace Shuichi. Nor did he want them to.

Not caring for people that were passing by (mostly women), pointing at him and saying that he was their favorite novelist, he was walking down the street with his head bowed, as if he was waiting for his sentence.

But the sentence newer came. He was waiting and waiting to be smashed by the car as he was crossing the street, but nothing happened.

Death didn't want him and life was giving him so little. He was just a mere husk waking on a sidewalk. He was a lonely pedestrian that had nothing to offer to this progressive and chromed world.

Everything was gray and sterile, the streets he was walking through.

The fake smiles of people all around him with their teeth bleached.

He was depressed. He was defeated. And, for the first time in his life, he wasn't ashamed of it. He knew that his destiny was to be the character of the book named life, to be the miserable one, misfortunate one, pathetic one.

And for the first time in his life, he made peace with the life.

And he could hear the voice. His life was calling for him.

It said: "Eiri, wait for me!" and it was humming in his head: 'Don't abandon your life. Don't run away like a coward again!' And his life was right.

"What for me, we need to talk!" he heard a shout behind him and murmurs of people all around them,

And then he turned. And he saw the life materializing before him, whose voice was calling for him, reaching deep into his mind.

His life was sweaty and it was breathing hard.

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Just when he thought he would never find his love, Shuichi caught a glimpse of his favorite blonde. It was hard to believe, it happened just like in those black and white movies-they would recognize each other among thousands of other people and shout each other's names. And then they would run to each other and hug tightly one another. The familiar scenario that everybody that watched were expecting.

With Shuichi, it was always a scene.

And yes, Eiri did turn and did saw Shuichi. And Shuichi ran to him, but he stopped one meter precisely, before the writer.

And then, when he caught his breath, he managed to say somewhat calmly:

"Come on, let's go home."

And that was all about Hollywood cliché. They prevented it and it was unbelievable. Especially because Shuichi was such a drama queen and everybody knew that.

Eiri just nodded slightly, unable to react to this surprising twist of events. He would think about it later.

Without a word, he simply followed the shorter, until they reached Hiro's apartment.

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"I think it is time for us to stop acting so childish. We're grown up men."

"You're the one that acts childish."

"Will you ever stop being all bitter?"

"Will you ever learn that you lost my trust for good?"

"Take it easy! We went out as friends. I don't want to argue."

'As friends…' this was something that the read head was currently trying to process in his brain, walking slowly next to the NG owner, through the huge and wonderfully decorated park.

The sight before them was breathtaking, and they were looking at it in awe.

The day was somewhat nice, with some clouds, yes, and it was cold. But still, it was nice and pleasant.

Still, their conversation wasn't.

"Do you think, will they make up?" he asked his companion.

"We did our best. Now we can only hope for the best.' said Tohma and stopped suddenly.

A few steps forward, Hiro stopped as well, looking at the blonde in confusion.

"But I have problems of my own and I don't have time to solve theirs." he distanced himself, being spiritually absent somewhere he himself didn't know where. But he knew it was somewhere far. As far as possible.'

Hiro frowned at his words.

"What problems?"

Tohma looked at him.

"What must I do in order for you to come back to me?"

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AN: Well, I think that would be it for this chapter, the next one might be the last one.

But the writer never knows. What if an inspiration does to me something unexpected?

Anyway, see you soon and don't forget to review!