Just to inform u guys...the bold is Akira...while the italic-bold is Haruhiko...

Enjoy ur reading...

Akira stepped inside the tall building, making his way to the lounge room. There, a man in a grey suit had already waiting for him. Beside him was another man. Probably his assistant, Akira presumed.

"Kurosaki Akira is it? Welcome to Marukawa Publishing! I'm Ryuichiro Isaka. Executive Managing Director. I've heard from my subordinates about your astonishing piece." Akira watched the man's hand, a bit reluctant to accept it.

"Ah! It's almost time! Why don't you join me lunch while we discuss about this matter?" Akira was about to decline but Isaka had grabbed his hand, pulling him inside the car.

Akira sighed, wondering how he got himself into this mess. He examined the surrounding. They were in an exclusive room. The restaurant definitely high classed, judging from the design, atmosphere and the customers. The waitress came but Isaka wishes to put the order on hold. Akira noticed anxiety in Isaka, since he kept looking at his watch. However, the feeling was gone when a voice rang inside the room.

"What is the urgent business you want to discuss about?"Another man appeared. At the sight, Akira gaped in surprise. He knows that man.

"Haru-san?"

"What are you doing here?" The voice is stern. Haruhiko seemed not pleased to see Akira.

"I can ask you the same too." Question replied with question. They stared at each other. No one wanted to look away. One with the egoism while other one with the stubbornness. Only when Isaka voiced out, they turned to him, both at the same time.

"Eh? You know each other?"

"We met once at the Teito Hotel." Haruhiko tell a lie. Akira was shocked but eventually he play along.

"Yeah! I kissed him to ran away from my ex."

"No wonder your face looks familiar!" Isaka laughed, remembering back the incident. Akira took a glance at Haruhiko. It was obvious that the old man was forced to come here. Akira sighed. He will be glad to leave but he don't have enough money to take a taxi. Moreover, he does not know where he is now. He sighed again.

"Excuse me. Where is the restroom?" Akira stood, asking the nearby waiter. He didn't even care to excuse himself from his host. As soon as he was out from the room, Akira hided himself behind the wall. Eavesdropping their conversation.

"Why do you call me here?" Haruhiko voiced out first. Isaka grinned at this.

"I'm gonna be your cupid. Since you can't get Chibi-tan, I assume I can hook you up with someone's cute."

"I'm not interested." Haruhiko coldly replied. Now, it's Isaka turn to sigh. He looked at his childhood friend with sympathy.

"You know….you should give up on Misaki... He is Akihiko's. He can never be yours."

"Did you invite me here just to say that? If yes then I'm going."Akira was panicked when he saw Haruhiko stood. He clumsily searched for another hiding place which he failed. Putting an act, he pretended he was just return from the restroom.

"Eh? Haru-san? Going already? Skipping lunch? That's no good. You have to take care of your health." Akira turned on his 'flamboyant' attitude. He reached for Haruhiko's hand yet froze when he meet Haruhiko's glare. Akira gulped. He was trembling all over. This glare was not any usual glare. It was full of murderous intent.

"Oi~ Haruhiko!" Isaka kept shouting Haruhiko's name. Wanting his friends to stop. Nonetheless, Haruhiko left.

"That's what I got for being a good friend." Isaka slumped on his chair. Calling the waitress, Isaka read out several dishes. Akira sat back at his seat. Clearly, still shocked by what just happened, till Isaka's question wake him up to his consciousness.

"So, Akira-kun. What's your relationship with Haruhiko?"