AN- Usually, I put these things at the end, but I had to put this one first today. Thanks everyone, all my reviewers, you guys are awesome and I took everything only helped the story get better in my opinion. Well, what do you guys think?

Yuki looked at the clock, then back at the door. It was almost 2 in the morning, where is he? He had already finished the last cigarette from the pack. Breaking his promise, he opened a new one and lit it.

He couldn't even make a call. Dumb ass left his phone and his wallet. How was he even going to pay for anything if he got hungry? Must've gone to Hiro's place.

Only one minute, and already his cigarette was down to the butt.

Yuki was tired but he couldn't sleep, so he turned on the TV. Maybe there are new kitchen knives that are so sharp, they can cut through cement, and everyone knows it is impossible to live without kitchen knives.

Commercials.

Just wanting to fill the silence, he left it on. Funny how much noise that one, little pipsqueak can make all by himself. And then how empty a room is when he leaves.

The chai and the cup fragments were still there.

He didn't want to sleep, but Yuki found himself drifting. That is until the commercials ended and the news program returned.

"We continue our coverage of the horrible news unfolding. It has been confirmed that the unidentified, young man with pink hair that was in a terrible auto accident without any means of identification has now been recognized. Shuichi Shindou, lead singer of the popular band Bad Luck, was rushed to West Cedar Hospital earlier this evening when he was hit by a large truck delivering the new long-awaited pineapple flavored pocky.

"The driver claims that Mr. Shindou just walked into the street and came out of nowhere. He has been tested and there are no signs of alcohol use, but police have taken him in for questioning. Reports say that fans from around the country and worldwide have started sending wishes and gifts of love and health and even now, there are dozens of admirers stand outside the hospital holding a makeshift candle vidual and more just keep coming.

"One of the fans to come is none other than Ryuichi Sakuma of Nittle Grasper. He has lit a candle, then entered the hospital with a stuffed rabbit. It is nice to know that Mr. Sakuma deeply cares about his brother in music.

"The hospital has not released an official statement, but insiders say that Shuichi Shindou's chances are not looking good."

Yuki picked up the phone and started to press buttons, then he stopped. Who was he going to call? Hiro? He didn't have his number, but Shuichi did leave his phone and Hiro's number had to be in it right?

Luckily, Shuichi didn't lock his phone. Yuki scrolled until the name "Hiro" was highlighted; Yuki pressed 'send'.

Ring.

Ring. Pick up your goddamn phone!

RING!

Hi, this is Hiroshi Nakano. Sorry but I can't answer my phone right now. Please leave a message and I- The message wasn't over.

Yuki didn't know who else to call. Hiro wasn't picking up. He didn't even know the name of the other guy in Shuichi's band. He had no choice because he didn't know who else to call.

"Hello," the voice was groggy, obviously its owner had been asleep.

Yuki hung up. He just couldn't talk to anyone. No one who could understand.

He tried but he couldn't drown out the reporter. He wanted to reach into the radio to make her shut up.

He kept closing his eyes tightly, then opening them, as if he were expecting them to magically make this a bad nightmare.

But it didn't work. He kept hearing her news report ringing in his ears:

"There still is no official word on Shuichi Shindou's condition. Though it has not been confirmed, there has been an inside tip that it is not looking good for Mr. Shindou. We've been talking to some of these heartbroken fans who have come from all around. One young lady has said that Shindou's voice and beautiful lyrics are what helped her get through the death of her older brother who also in a car accident.

Another young man said to us that Shindou's relationship with popular romance novelist Eiri Yuki is so inspiring and that it helped give him the courage he needed to tell his family about his sexuality. There has not been a sighting of Mr. Yuki. Some suggest he is already in the hospital and like all of us, waiting to here word about Shuichi Shindou."

Yuki finally turned off the radio and drove in silence. He sped down the streets in speeds that were HIGHLY illegal.

He couldn't get away from it. It was all anyone was talking about; the TV, the radio. A major, beloved singer is now lying on a hospital bed, possibly dying. It was media oil well.

Yuki drove and drove. But where? The hospital? He couldn't. Not yet. He just kept driving; every once and a while he'd make a turn and drive in the other direction for a minute, and then he'd turn in another direction. Without meaning to, he came to the one place where he could be safe.

Up the stairs he ran, faster, until he was too tired to knock on the door. Somehow he managed to make some kind of noise so that the owners knew he was there.

The voice from the telephone answered the door.

"Eiri." Mika, his sister, was holding her robe together with her hands. She opened the door wide enough for her brother to enter. Her husband, Touma, was dressed in his robe. He was watching the news report.

"We heard."