"Here to see Hanemiya-San again?"

I hate that smug look he always has on his face. If I could rip his whole face off I would.

"Just buzz me in Atsuma-San." With nothing more said and an obvious eye roll from me, I enter thru the door.

I despise this place so much. The smell is revolting. It reeks of misery and despair. The paint pealed walls do nothing but emphasize the suffocating air that stays even after you leave the building.

But the worst part of it is seeing him through a glass window. It's been almost two years since I started seeing him like this. It hasn't gotten easier one bit.

I would like to say that he hasn't changed from that happy, carefree boy that he was molded into, but I'd be wrong. No matter how genuine his smiles are to me, I can still see the sadness, hurt, and grief that he's holding in.

I wish things could go back to the way they were, but they never will.

Before I could think any further, the door opened and golden eyes met my light purple ones. Oh how I missed that crooked smile.

"Your hair looks pretty."

"Oh my! Is the cold and ruthless Kazutora finally giving me a compliment? I need to go outside to see if pigs are flying." He rolled his eyes.

"Enjoy it, because it's the first and last time I'm ever saying it." He laughed out. "Whats been happening ugly?"

"*Sigh* you know the same old, same old. It's been pretty quiet lately, maybe a little too quiet honestly. But I'm just ready for you to get out Tora."

"Yeah I know. You say it just about every time we meet. Nobody's more ready for me to get out than me."

"But it's taking so long ugh." I whined. "There's so much we need to do and so many people I want you to meet.

"People?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes people. Remember I told you I made some friends that I wanted you to meet because you guys would get along great. I've literally been saying it for the past two years Tora." I couldn't help the frown that came over my face. Has he really not been paying attention to what I've been saying?

"Oh. I didn't think you were serious about that."

"Why wouldn't I be? I talk about it at almost every visit Kazutora!"

"It can wait." He shrugged.

"Why? Give me one good reason." Without missing a beat, his face turned emotionless and he looked me straight in the eyes and said,

"I've got something more important to do when I get out."

"What? What could possibly be more important than what I've been shoving down your throat all this time?"

"So he's more important than the plans we've made?"

"Yes." I couldn't help but to roll my eyes.

"Wow. You know Kazutora, I thought you would take THIS friendship more seriously considering-"

"Considering what?" He snapped at me. I guess I hit a nerve without even saying anything. Quite typical of him to jump before the rope even hits the ground.

"Considering how I've been there for you through all of this. I never left you. So why does your animosity toward Mikey hold more of a priority that what we talked about doing once you get out?"

"I never asked for you to be here. I never asked you to be my friend. I never asked you to do anything because I never wanted you in my life in the first place!"

A pit in my stomach grew and a lump formed in my throat. Did he really mean that? Or did he just say that out of uncontrolled emotion? Either way it doesn't change how much it hit me.

I looked back at him and stood up from my chair. "Well I guess I will just go. I'll be gone on a trip this week, but I'll be back by next weekend for our next visit." Without another word I left back out the door.

When I reached my motorcycle, I finally let the tears flow. It's not like I'm completely surprised by what he said. He says it frequently.

But not like that.

He's never spoke to me like that. Even when I got on his nerves, pissed him off, or when I broke his game. But somehow, this was different.

This wasn't my Kazutora.