Yuki peeled his eyes open, feeling warm heat gush at his face and mostly in his body. He grunted in disbelief at himself, he lightly touched his forehead and groaned,

'Another fever,' he looked over from his couch, to the wall behind him, '

"11:23pm" he whispered,

he laid himself back down, curling up on himself from the numbness in his head,

'Hopefully it won't be as bad as last time.'

He felt cold and slightly alone, there was just the soft breathing from himself and the creaking of the apartment whenever the neighbors moved around in their own home. His eyes dosed off every once in a while, just looking at the silence around him.

'Nothing,' he thought,

'just the pure silence and the echo of my own voice in my head,'

'silent at that of the bookstore at night.' Yuki sighed softly, lifting himself off the couch.

He walked towards the kitchen; to the medicine cabinet and taking some pain relievers for the fever he had. Yuki walked down the small hall and into his bedroom and laid down on his bed, he groaned at the discomfort of a headache going on as he tried to settle in on himself.

The numbing touch of the mans hand felt its way across his forehead again, he couldn't help but touch it like before, his soft temples, they way how they touched his forehead for the feeling of heat. He grunted at the idea of Masashi pulling him closely against him in a soft embrace. Yuki couldn't help but chuckle and shake off the idea,

'What am I thinking, a man like him is likely to be straight.'

Yuki dosed off once more, sinking into the soft covers of his bed as he fell into another coat of sleep.

~Masashi~

Masashi sighed as he closed the door of his car, the keys jingling loosely around his finger as he walked up the driveway.

The large home, still it's original foundation of the Victorian ages, old yet untouched, but still replenished with a soulful amount of new paint coated onto its outer walls. The history of the 3 story house held tightly in the memories of everyone who lived in it. 'The beginning of the old and the starter of the new.' is what Kamijo would always say as he tried to explained the history and the memories of the place to Teru.

Masashi opened the front door with a skeleton key that Kamijo had given him many years before, it's head crafted honorably of that of a rose, a blue sapphire encrusted in the center of it. He entered the house; welcome with a soft smile from Kamijo near the fireplace with a book propped up against his knee.

"I see you've taken interest in that boy after all, Masashi." he chuckled in a whimsical voice before continuing,

"I can't help but admit that I've taken my own interest in him as well."

Masashi glanced at him before taking a seat across from were Kamijo was,

"Only because he speaks French?" he crossed his legs out of habit as he finally settled into antique seat,

"Not exactly, he just has an interesting air to him, something I haven't felt in quiet a while."

"What do you mean, Kamijo?"

The coppered man fiddled with his hair before continuing, clicking his tongue in a obvious sense of trying to find the right words to settle his statement,

"He was has a sense of galore in, his mind isn't settled in the way that humans do."

"So are you saying that he's like one of us?"

"No, the boy is still human, but his mind seems to reach deeper into his own senses then what most people could do, he's disconnected from everyone around him in more of a social or 'modern' concept, his eyes aren't clouded by everything that he 'thinks' he sees."

Masashi sighed,

"I still don't seem to fully understand you, Kamijo."

He chuckled at Masashi's response,

"Don't worry, it's all due in time."

Hizaki entered the living room, carrying a cup of tea for Kamijo, settling it's warm surface onto Kamijos hand.

He spoke in a rather soft voice, slightly unusual since the man is mostly in a enthusiastic mood,

"And what are you two speaking of?"

Masashi looked at him for a moment before saying anything,

"Just a person that's come of interest between the two of us."

Hizaki huffed in a slight sense of jealousy, 'Usually Kamijo would have his interest set on me' he thought,

"Who may be that person?"

"Just a male from a bookstore, the one were we bought your book."

"Oh, so if I'm correct, then it maybe the young Burnett?"

Kamijo settled his tea on his lap after taking a few sips for a moment,

"Yes, the same one; he thinks differently somehow."

"Like how we first met, Masashi and Teru."

Kamijo nodded,

"Yet slightly, it's a bit more diverse."

Masashi chuckled at the thought that crossed his mind, making both men glance at him,

"Sorry, I just remembered something;"

Kamijo nodded,

"and what is that?"

"The boy had a fever, I gave him a ride home since it was on the way back."

Hizaki's lips twitched lightly, it's the first time in years since Masashi showed any other care besides his own.

Jasmine appeared behind Masashi, settling a hand on his shoulder,

"Maybe you should take a small visit to him," he said with a small smile,

"I can see that he's become quiet ill in his own home; he could use someone to accompany him."

Masashi glanced at the beautiful man, his face paler then normal,

Hizaki starred at him in a small sense of surprise,

"Jasmine, are you well enough to walk on your own?"

He nodded,

"Its best if I don't settle in bed for too long, I'll suffocate in that room for sure."

Kamijo chuckled at his comment,

"For sure would Jasmine, you never were one for enclosed spaces."

Masashi smiled and stood from his seat,

"Maybe I should take a visit, it's not healthy for one to be so alone."

Kamijo hummed before Masashi left,

"Oh, let me ask you; Are you taking the car with you?" Kamijo's sense of modern tone came in as he settled to the work car, funny how it can change so quickly without reminding himself that humans no longer speak the way they did.

Masashi shook his head,

"No, the night seems settled today."

Kamijo smiled,

letting the man leave with no other word then that.