A/N: (rises from her very cozy grave) I died…so many years ago…but you can make me feel…like it isn't soo… Sorry, I was having a wonderful singing moment that related to my recent writing deadness :D

Tell me where that song is from and I'll just have to virtually hug ya:D

Anyway, sorry for the long wait! But I've barely had any free time these past few months. Why does the school system assume that just because it's winter, kids have more time to do their stupid projects and assignments? I mean dang!

Anyway, that's enough about me, let's talk about Hiro and K!

And, here we go!

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"…and that's how I got my hands on my first gun." K finished, taking a sip from his glass of water. He and Hiro had taken a walk to a small café not far from Hiro's apartment. They figured that it would be a good idea to start off a day with a bite to eat.

The guitarist couldn't help but laugh at the blond's tale. He had always assumed that K was…well, born with a gun in his hands; that one had been attached to him like an umbilical cord at birth. However, the story was indeed quite different.

"A Super Soaker? Does that really count as a gun?" he asked.

"Of course it does! If I had filled it with acid, it would have been just as dangerous as a real one!" he said, placing his drink back on the table, "I'll never forget that birthday. Everyone went home drenched in water."

"And it wasn't even yours." Hiro giggled.

"Hey, if the neighbors decide to carelessly leave their things on the lawn, then they're up for grabs I say."

Hiro smiled and nodded. He scooped up some scrambled eggs from his plate with his fork, and put them in his mouth. Even with his close –to-full stomach, Hiro still felt like he had butterflies. It had been a while since he and K had gone out together, and back then, it was just as friends. Now, with the weight of the press, and his feelings, Hiro was sure that any moment now, his heart was going to pop out of his chest.

"Hiro, they found us." K said casually, taking a bite of toast.

Hiro was puzzled for a moment until he looked back. He saw a couple of people, a man and a woman both wearing hats and sunglasses to hide their faces, cameras dangling from their necks. They were trying to hide behind a couple of menus, though their attempts were failing big time. When they saw Hiro look at them, both the man and woman hid their faces completely behind the menus, trying to act inconspicuous.

"That didn't take long."

"Tohma said he'd have people tailing us." K sighed. "What a pain."

"Aww, you don't like being out with me?" Hiro said, faking a sad tone. K smirked.

"Knock it off, you know damn well that that's not true." He said. He dipped his fingers into the icy cold water in his glass and flicked them in Hiro's direction. The guitarist put up a miniscule defense of only his hand, not managing to block any of the incoming water.

"Hey!" he said laughing. "Then don't sound like you have something stuck up your ass, try and have a little fun. Just because they're following us doesn't mean we have to act like two dogs in heat."

K hummed a little, agreeing with the younger man. "That's easier said than done," he said smirking playfully, "Being in heat is half the fun."

"Maybe for you," Hiro said quietly. 'I don't know how much longer I can stand it.'

As the waitress came and gave them the check, Hiro felt his thoughts drift back to earlier that morning. Sure, it was easy for K to joke about, but Hiroshi was finding it a little more difficult. Shuichi was right in telling him to ask K about it, but the problem was how to bring it up. 'Hey, let's head to a movie after this; did that kiss this morning turn you on?'

"So, how about we get out of here?" K suggested, placing some money with the check. "I'm up for anything, so you can pick."

Hiro nodded. Just as he was about to call the waitress over, there was a sudden buzzing sound that came from his pocket. His phone was ringing. Strange, who would be calling him now?

"Who is it?" K asked, hearing the phone vibrate. Hiro shrugged as he pulled the device from his pocket. As the blond wrangled a woman over to come and take the check, Hiro checked the caller ID. It felt like time froze, and his body became void of any form of heat.

Ayaka. That's a name he hadn't thought about in while.

The guitarist visibly turned pale, and as the woman walked away to the register, K quickly asked him what was wrong.

The cell continued to ring, begging to be answered. "I…um…could you give me a second?"

The blond nodded, and was about to say something, but Hiro rushed off too quickly. K watched as he quickly went out the door and put the phone to his ear.

"A-Ayaka-chan!" Hiro stuttered, "I didn't think I'd hear from you again. How have you been?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" She said quietly. "Why Hiro…I would have understood."

"What?"

" 'I have something else that requires all of my attention. Please forgive me Ayaka-chan.' Weren't those your exact words?" she asked.

Hiro was suddenly riddled with flashbacks. Ayaka was talking about the day he's broken up with her. That was the excuse he'd given her, and it had been true. Back then, the American had been the only thing on his mind, and he thought that that was unfair to her.

"They were true!" Hiro said.

"Yes, but you didn't tell me that you were focused on your relationship with someone else!"

He was taken aback. "Wait, you think that I dumped you for K? Ayaka, that's not it at all!"

"Don't lie to me, Hiro! You and that man are all over the news! Why didn't you tell me? I thought we were at least close enough that you would tell me the truth!"

It sounded like Ayaka was going to cry. Hiro could feel a pit forming in his stomach. "I did tell you the truth, Ayaka-chan. When we split, it really was because I had only one thing on my mind, and that was helping K get back on his feet. You deserved better than that, so I asked that we stop seeing each other."

"…Promise?" she said.

"I wouldn't lie to you."

There must have been something in Hiro's tone that finally convinced her that he really hadn't been lying. "So, it wasn't that I was a burden?" she asked.

"Of course not. I loved spending time with you."

"Thanks, Hiro." She said. The guitarist could hear the smile in her voice. "But, do you mind if I ask you one question?"

"Sure."

"Is K, the one you were helping before, the one who everyone keeps seeing in the media?"

Hiro was quiet for a moment. "Yes. That's him. But I'm being honest when I say that we only got together about a week ago. I wasn't even expecting it myself."

"Hey, Hiro, are you alright?" K asked, emerging from the café. "You've been gone a while."

Hiro nodded quickly. "Listen, Ayaka, I have to go right now. I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"Alright. Talk to you some other time maybe?" she asked.

"Definitely." He said warmly. "Bye."

"Bye."

As Hiro put his cell away, K was watching him cautiously. " 'Ayaka'? Isn't that your ex-girlfriend?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. I thought she was going to be angrier at me, but she was a lot calmer than I thought."

"Oh." K said. He continued to watch the guitarist. He didn't much like the idea of Hiro talking to his old girlfriend. He wanted Hiro only to focus on him now, not someone from the past.

"Oh my, K-san, is that jealousy that's plastered on your face?" Hiro smirked, putting his face close K's.

The blond blushed and turned away. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about. I always look like this."

"Really," Hiro laughed,, moving his head so that he was still in front of the blond "then does that mean you're always jealous?"

K frowned as the younger man continued to laugh. "I'm not! I just…I think that even more people will follow us if they think you might be cheating on me."

Hiro held his hands behind his back, still smirking, and started to circle the blond. "Ok then, what if I told you Ayaka and I were getting back together? Then would you be jealous?"

'I'd be jealous enough to maim her.' K thought. "No way!" He said.

"Liar." Hiro smiled. He was just playing of course. He knew that K wouldn't, no, couldn't really be jealous, right? After all, if K was jealous, then that meant that he might actually have some feelings for him.

The thought of K's feelings brought back scenes from earlier that day when Hiro had found that beautiful gardenia hidden in the bouquet. Had it really been there on purpose, or had it just been a fluke? Still, something as important as a flower that symbolized 'secret love' coming from his love interest seemed like too much of a coincidence.

And speaking of coincidences…

"K-san?" called a voice from behind Hiroshi. Both men turned their heads to see where it had come from. A woman with waist-length brown hair that was pulled into two braids stood behind them. She was wearing glasses, an apron, and holding a basket of what looked like different seed packages. One thing was for sure: Hiro had never seen her before. For K however, it was a different story.

"Yukiko-san?"

"Damnit!" K shouted as he walked through the street. Some people stopped to look at him, but he didn't care. They should know how he'd messed up. They should know how angry he was feeling, it was his own damn fault anyway. Why didn't he restrain himself? There was no reason to freak Hiro out like that. The poor guy was confused enough by Tohma's stupid plan, and now K was just adding to the mix by throwing in his quickly developing feelings for him.

'If I'm not more careful, Hiroshi won't even want to speak to me anymore, let alone want to be around me.' He thought.

He looked around on the street. There must be something that he could do to make it up to his best friend. Something from a shop might do the trick.

Glancing around, he found that there were a lot of stores to choose from. K knew that it didn't need to be anything big, but it had to be something that would be meaningful. He decided that the best way to get it done quickly would be to pick a shop at random and just go in.

At least, this had been the plan until he heard someone scream.

"Ahh!" It was a woman's voice. It was coming from inside a flower shop, not too far from where he was walking.

'What the hell?' he thought, rushing over and into the store. The bell that was attached to the door jingled as it was hurriedly opened and closed. 'I don't have time for playing 'Save the Day'! I need to find something for Hiro!'

Another scream came from the same woman. K could now hear that she was in the back room. He followed the sound to the back, where he pushed open another door.

"Is everything alright in here?" he asked as he made an entrance. The woman screamed once more. K's eyes darted to her, and she was pointing frantically to the other side of the room.

Reaching back for his ever-trusty handgun, K was about to pull it out, when he realized that there was nothing but some bouquets in the direction the woman was pointing in.

"Wait…what?" he said aloud.

"SP-SPIDER!!" she screamed, a few tears sliding down her cheeks.

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After the tiny troublemaker had been released once again into the outside, only then did the terrified woman emerge from the back room. It would have been an understatement to say that K was annoyed.

He sighed roughly. "Are you alright now? Geez, you made it sound like someone was trying to kill you."

She nodded and bowed to him quickly. "Thank you very much. I'm sorry to cause you so much trouble. It's just that I've had a fear of spiders since I was a girl, and no matter what I do it won't seem to go away." By now, a smile had found its way to her mouth, and she was showing it shyly.

K huffed. "It's fine. I'm just in a rush." He said, quickly looking at his watch. His eyes widened.

Damn! He barely had any time before he was supposed to meet Hiro back at his house!

"Crap! Where the hell I'm I going to find something for Hiroshi now?" he said aloud.

The woman's eyes lit up. "Are you looking for a gift for someone? Please, let me give you a bouquet for free! It's the least I can do! After all, there really is a flower for every occasion."

K looked from the arachnophobia ridden lady back to his watch. He really didn't have another choice. Plus, anything that would keep his wallet from shrinking anymore was okay in his check book.

"Alright. Thanks, uh…" Only now did K realize that he didn't know this woman's name.

"Oh! Forgive me. My name is Fujiwara Yukiko, just Yukiko if you pleaseNice to meet you."

"Likewise. My name's K Winchester, just K if you don't mind."

Yukiko smiled warmly. "Well then K-san, I guess we should start with what kind of occasion you need these plants for. Is it like a party, or a birthday or…"

"It's an apology." He said, slightly embarrassed, "I…I made a mistake with a good friend of mine."

"One night stand?" she asked, putting on an understanding face. K blushed and shook his head.

"No! I just…we…we forgot that we were just friends, if you catch my drift. If my phone hadn't started to ring, I think I might have..." He ran a hand up to massage the back of his neck.

"Ohh." Yukiko said in recognition. "I see. Well, anyway you look at it you're going to need hyacinths." She said rushing over to a bucket filled with purple flowers. She took a generous amount and brought them back behind the register to wrap them up.

"Why hyacinths?" K asked, following her.

"They mean 'apology'." She said, "And judging by your story, I'd throw a gardenia in here if I were you. No better way to say things than with flowers. It was actually a big trend not too long ago. I never had such great business."

As she was finishing the wrapping and making the flowers look nice, K felt a lump in his throat. "Do I dare ask what a gardenia means?"

Yukiko stopped in the middle of cutting a stem. She turned to face him for a moment, her cute smile still there. "They mean 'secret love'. And it sounds to me like you and this 'friend' have some pent up feelings for each other. Maybe you should give them a shot."

K was a little light headed. 'Secret love'? No way! There was no way that he could admit… erm…say something like that to Hiro. He'd already kicked the blond out for a kiss, lord knows what he'd do with a confession. "I don't think so." He said, an awkward giggle coating his tone.

"Oh, is there someone else?" she asked innocently.

"No, no! I mean, I just recently got divorced. In fact, Hiro is the one that kept me from falling on my ass."

"Is Hiro the one who these hyacinths are for?"

Embarrassed, K managed to nod. "Y-yeah." He said shakily. He understood how silly he must look and sound, talking about another man like this.

Tying the bottom with a bow, Yukiko took the bouquet into her hands and turned. "He's very lucky to have someone care for him so much." She offered the flowers to the American, who took them from her, confused.

"Maybe you didn't hear me correctly. Hiro is the man I'm giving these to. You know, the one you want me to give the 'secret love' flower thing to?"

"Yes, I understand quite well." She said calmly. "And I still don't see the problem, and neither should you."

Walking past the blond, Yukiko went to a large collection of white flowers. Pulling out a single blossom, she held it to her heart before adding it into the bouquet K was holding. The blossom was placed closer to the bottom of the stems, concealing it from the naked eye. "Love is love K-san. And whether you like it or not, it doesn't pay attention to gender. The best thing you can do is try and see it love's way. It's worth trying, don't you think?"

Looking at the bouquet, then back to the forever smiling Yukiko, K couldn't help but feel that she was right. There was no denying that there were feelings to be explored, and maybe the best way to convey them would be through a subtle meaning.

"Sure."

"I didn't think I'd see you again in such a short span of time." Yukiko said as she approached the couple. "That's not to say it's not a pleasant surprise."

"Yeah," K said, "Good to see you too."

Hiro was getting a little annoyed, though he was trying to keep it hidden. Who was this woman, and why was she so friendly with his lover? Subconsciously, he stepped closer to the blond, even going as far to hold his hand. He felt K adjust suddenly to the new attachment Hiro was showing, but at no point did he try to push him off.

"Who's this?" Yukiko asked sweetly, raising her hand, palm up in Hiro's direction.

"Oh, him? This is Hiro." He said, winking the 'yeah, that one' wink. Hiro put on the best smile he could muster.

"Nice to meet you." He said.

"Yes, nice to meet you!" she replied, obviously more giddy than before, "It's good to finally put a face to the name K-san is so fond of." Her eyes drifted down to their intertwined hands, "From the looks of it, you're pretty fond of him too! Why else would you be playing the protective boyfriend?"

Hiro blushed and pushed his gaze to the sidewalk, still refusing to let go of the manager's hand. Yukiko giggled, and looked down at her watch.

"I'd love to stick around, but I have to get back to the shop. I left it closed, and you never know when the next person with a romantic crisis will come waltzing in!" She said, making an effort to look at K.

He laughed uncomfortably. "Yeah…Romantic crisis…"

"Catch you two later!" she said, walking past them. Both of them waved to her until she was far enough away that she couldn't hear them.

"How do you know her?" Hiro asked. K could have imagined it, but Hiro sounded defensive.

"She's the owner of the flower shop where I bought your hyacinths." He answered.

Hiro's tense tone suddenly softened, as though he was relieved. "Oh, I see. She seemed nice."

K raised an eyebrow, "You think so? That's good, because for a second there, I thought you were upset with her."

Hiro laughed a little. "Upset? I just met the woman! Why would I be upset with her?"

K squeezed Hiro's hand a little tighter. "Maybe you thought that she was being too familiar with me? Or maybe something about her made you feel threatened. Really, as soon as she came up, you started to cling to me like a five-year-old and his mother."

Hiro scoffed. "No I didn't!"

"Then why are you still holding my hand?" K asked playfully.

Processing K's sentence, Hiro immediately pulled his hand back and took a few steps away from the blond. "I just…I was…"

K grinned from ear to ear, "Aww, you were jealous, weren't you? You thought that there was something going on between Yukiko and me, didn't you? C'mon Hiro, admit it."

Hiro crossed his arms and refused to look at the American. "No way! I wouldn't get jealous over something like that. I don't care who you get involved with." He was lying through his teeth, and the worst part, was that it was obvious.

The American's grin didn't falter. Hiro really had been jealous! 'I wonder if I sounded like this earlier,' he thought, remembering his reaction to Ayaka's phone call, 'I wonder if I looked this cute too.'

"What?" Hiro asked childishly, "I really don't…"

"Alright, alright." K said, trying to make amends, "Why don't we just forget about all this jealousy; both of us. I won't think about Ayaka's phone call, and you won't think about Yukiko. Let's just be friends today, okay?"

Hiro blinked a few times. "Ayaka? I thought you weren't jealous."

K sighed. "That's not the point. Can we please stop talking about Ayaka?"

"Ayaka? Who is Ayaka?" asked an eager voice from behind. Hiro and K looked at each other before turning their heads to see who was behind them. It was the woman from the café, her male partner standing a step or two away.

"Excuse me?" asked K, turning his body fully around to face her.

"Oh, pardon me!" She said quickly, "My name is Takako Takahashi, and behind me is my co-writer, Toya Wong. We write articles for BLmagazine."

Toya waved shyly when his name was mentioned.

K and Hiro looked at each other. Of course, why were they expecting anything other than this? It was only a matter of time before the paparazzi decided they wanted an interview.

"Really? Well then I guess you're the ones Tohma sent to follow us." The blond said dryly. Hiro nudged K in the shoulder for being so blunt. Takako didn't seem to mind.

"Why yes, yes we are!" she said happily, "Since you already know our purpose, I was wondering if you could answer our questions. We won't take much of your time, really!"

The two men glanced at each other. Hiro merely shrugged, trying to say 'let's just get it over with'. K grimaced in annoyance. He really hated having to waste time here, making up some stupid answers for a dumb article.

"Alright," said Hiro, "That sounds fine."

"Great!" Exclaimed the woman, "Here, let's sit." She said, referring to a table outside the café. All four of them took a seat; Toya getting his camera ready, and Takako whipping out a pad and paper to take notes. Hiro rested one arm on the table while K leaned back in the chair, resting his arm on the back.

"Alright, fire away," K said dully.

The blond's annoyed aura didn't do a thing to diminish Takako's good mood. She asked the questions professionally, though from some of their responses, she did feel the need to make a sound that closely resembled 'eep'. K and Hiro found themselves laughing when she did. Their little get together lasted only about half an hour, and during that period even K managed to warm up. Now, it was down to the last few questions.

"This next one is a little personal," said Takako, raising her hand to show just how little it was. Both men nodded, allowing her to go on. She nodded back as a rosy hue appeared on her cheeks. This must be quite the personal question, they both thought.

"Well…I mean…ah damn, how should I put this? Um…" she fiddled with her hands, making it look like she was washing them, "Which…I mean, when you two…"

Toya, who until this point had been sitting quietly, finally decided to join the conversation. "Basically, what my partner is trying to ask is, which one of you is the girl?"

"Hiro." K said flatly, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Takako, who had taken the liberty of beating Toya to the point where he was now on the ground, turned back to the blond. "Are you serious?"

The beaten Toya called from his spot on the pavement, "Hell yes, hear that Takako? You owe me 2000 yen!"

"What? No way!"

Hiro would have paid more attention to the fact that there were bets involved with the question if he wasn't preoccupied with K' s answer. "What the hell? Why am I the catcher?" he argued, "You're the one who always has his hair in a ponytail!"

"True, but other than that, you're the one that follows all the traits of the uke," K smiled, "You're easily seduced, you're younger than me, you aided me like a wife for two months, andlet's not forget," he said, putting a hand under Hiro's chin, tilting his face towards him, "I'm bigger than you."

Hiro had a feeling that K was implying his size in terms of something other than his height.

"I'm so sorry, that was a completely inappropriate question; I have no idea what I was thinking! We can omit that topic from our article." Takako said as she quickly scribbled the question off of her paper. "We only have one more question, and I assure you it's nothing like the last one!"

Takako and Toya had not been listening to Hiro and K's little squabble, as they had been having one of their own; something about their bet and how he shouldn't be asking for money when he was the one on the ground.

"Alright, take your best shot." K said.

"Acutally, this one is for Nakano-san." She turned her head in the guitarist's direction. "Lots of people are wondering this; how exactly did you manage to fall in love with your manager?"

K sighed in relief. This was one of those easy questions. All Hiro had to do was wrap it up with a 'these things happen' answer and they could finally get back to their day.

Hiro merely watched the woman for a moment. He held one hand in the other, stroking it a bit from time to time. It looked as though he was contemplating something.

"Well…" He started slowly, like he was still trying to get his story straight, "to be honest, I don't know…"

'Hey, that's good too!' K thought. Another easy, quick answer that didn't require much thought, and could be perceived a number of ways! Perfect!

However, Hiro wasn't done. The look on his face was very serious, and the two reporters were listening intently.

"You don't know?" Takako repeated.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't say that," Hiro started, "I know that if it wasn't for K's divorce, I wouldn't have taken a second look at him."

The other three all came to special attention, especially the blond in question.

"Hiro!" he exclaimed. Why the hell did he feel the need to make up a story? Sure, it was more believable, but damn, K wanted a warning first!

"You mean with Judy Winchester?" Takako asked, confirming the detail. K's outburst went unnoticed.

"Yep. After that little ordeal, he was a mess, really. He was always drunk, depressed, you know, the whole divorced package. And then I came along."

As Takako continued to take down notes, K was suddenly interested in the story. He was really curious as to how Hiro was going to tie the real life into the lie he was telling.

"I stuck around him for a month, basically taking care of him, cleaning, cooking, making sure he actually got up in the morning. We ended up spending a lot of time together. We learned about our lives, our pasts, likes, dislikes and the lot. We became so close that when it came time for me to leave, I felt like something was cut out of my very being."

Hiro brought a hand up to his torso to emphasize his point.

"At first, I thought 'This'll pass. I'm just used to his company'. I felt lonely and unhappy, like there was something missing. Yet, everyday, when I got to be with him at NG, those feelings went away, and I was happy again. It didn't take too long for me to figure out the problem."

The blond was now sitting completely upright and facing Hiro.

"As you can imagine, I felt awful. I wanted nothing more than to tell him what happened, but, I knew that that would ruin what we'd built. So, I kept it all to myself. Naturally, Shuichi figured it out before I even thought about telling him, so he would poke fun and try to get me to do something about my feelings. I'd let it all pass over my head, because I would never risk losing such an important person for something that might happen."

Takako was starting to get weepy-eyed over Hiro's obvious heartfelt story. "And that's when he came to you on stage."

"You got it," Hiro replied, "At first, I was angry, because what he did was so sudden; because I was surprised that he could show such affection. But after a little common sense kicked in, thanks to Shuichi, I finally realized that K was feeling the same way I did."

'Angry…' K thought.

Hiro suddenly pushed K off of him and unhooked his guitar from the speakers, a scowl on his face.

"Hiroshi, wait I…"

"I don't want to hear it."Hiro shot. He rushed off stage, enraged, closely followed by Shuichi and Suguru

'Angry out of surprise...affection…'

"Just go." Hiro said quickly.

K was a little taken aback by Hiro's sudden hostility, but he knew the guy well enough to understand that he didn't want to talk right now.

"After that, I went to meet him and tell him that I wasn't really angry, and that I loved him. But when I got there, he…" Hiro suddenly stopped himself. His eyes were getting glassy, but he quickly blinked it away, putting on a smile, "Well, let's just say he beat me to it."

"K, about last night…" he started, but K interrupted him.

"Hiro, I'm going to ask that you let me explain everything before you say anything, alright?"

There was no way that this was happening. K found himself staring at the younger man. 'You're not lying, are you?' he thought to himself. He had to know. If what Hiro was saying was true then…

K felt like he was going to be sick. If Hiro really loved him, then he could only imagine what kind of strains that boy had been putting himself through, trying not to break. All the romantic tension, all the awkward questions, how did he do it?

"Winchester-san, are you alright? You look pale," Toya commented.

K jerked his head in Toya's direction; Hiro and Takako turned their attention to K.

"No, I'm fine. I just…I've never heard that story." He shifted his gaze to Hiro, who was now staring back at him. Gently, he reached out and grabbed one of his hands. "It makes me happy."

Cheeks getting warm, Hiro averted his gaze from the blond. "I'm glad."

"Thank you so much for your time." Takako beamed, "We have more than enough to write about. Enjoy the rest of your date!"

With Toya in tow, she stood up and bowed briefly. "I hope you'll forgive our inconvenience."

The four said their final goodbyes and Toya and Takako took their leave.

K kept his eyes on Hiro, who was waving after the two retreating bodies. He was having a heated debate with himself. Should he ask about the story, or should he leave it for later? Was now a good time? Why was it so hard to decide something so simple?

Yukiko's words suddenly came back to him.

"Love is love K-san. And whether you like it or not, it doesn't pay attention to gender. The best thing you can do is try and see it love's way. It's worth trying, don't you think?"

'Love is love,' he repeated in his head, 'It's worth trying…'

He was about to open his mouth and say something when Hiro finally turned back to him. "See? It wasn't so bad, though I am sick of sitting around this café…Why don't we go catch a movie?"

Hiro had said all of this really quickly, and while his body had returned to face the American, his eyes refused to follow suit. K ignored Hiro's suggestion and tried to say what was on his mind.

"Hiro, about that story…" he started. Without meaning to, he squeezed the boy's hand a little harder, "Why did you make it sound so…"

Hiro pulled his hand away swiftly and brought it to his chest. "Can we please not talk about it?"

"Why not?" K asked, being a little more pushy, "I want to know about it! It sounded so real…"

"Well, it wasn't, alright?" Hiro almost yelled, "I…I froze at the question, so I just kept as close to what happened as possible…I was too surprised to come up with something more creative."

K pressed on. "But all those things happened! You got angry, whenever I kissed you without warning, I cut you off when you came to see me…It just makes so much…!"

"K!" Hiro shouted. The American stopped mid sentence, mouth still open. "Just…let's just go. Please? I'm sorry if that lie made you uncomfortable. I'll just keep it short and sweet next time, alright?"

A cool breeze swept by the two men, who were now staring at each other. K could see the pleading in Hiro's eyes. 'Don't make me tell you!' they screamed, 'I don't want you to leave me!'

'Why are you so afraid?' K thought, 'Why can't you just tell me?' He wanted to say these things, he really did, yet something told him that now was not the time. Hiro was clearly stressed enough from talking about their history, and asking him to confess his love might just push the poor guy overboard.

Some time passed; the two men continued to stare at each other.

Finally, K sighed heavily. "Alright," He said, "I'll let it go."

Hiro exhaled heavily, all the stressful emotions retreating from his eyes and being replaced by relief. He was about to thank the blond, but was stopped when one finger was raised in front of his face.

"However," he said, "I want something in return."

The guitarist was still relived, although his heart was still beating as though he was about to jump off of a cliff. There was nothing of true importance that K could want from him, especially if it was a material possession. "That sound's fair. What do you want?"

K brought his hand back to the table top, resting it there for a moment before picking it up again and using it to stroke his chin in thought. His eyes widened in realization of what he wanted. He shifted his eyes over to Hiro and grinned like the playful character that he was.

Hiroshi suddenly didn't have such a good feeling.

"I want…you to polish my guns," he said.

The guitarist thought he was going to completely shut down under pressure, until he heard the request. Polish guns? Was that really it? "Are you serious?" Hiro asked.

K nodded, "Dead serious."

A small laugh escaped from the corner of Hiro's mouth. He was expecting some rigorous task that would require sweat, labor, and a little blood. But polishing a few weapons? Was that it? Oh lucky, lucky day!

"It's a deal!" Hiro cheered. He grabbed the blond's hand and shook it passionately. To think he'd get off so easily! This was nothing compared to all the other things the American had forced Bad Luck to do. Hiro recalled one incidence where Suguru had gotten drunk and revealed some very interesting details about himself to the manager. The next day, in exchange for keeping all of his secrets, K made Suguru become his moving target for some extra shooting practice that day. Needless to say, the poor boy's been sober for seven months, and has an occasional ducking reaction whenever K stepped into the same room.

"Good!" K exclaimed in English, "Now let's get out of here. I think this place is starting to make me ill."

Hiro grinned as he stood up, "Movie time?"

"Sounds good to me," K said, doing the same.

They started down the street, both in the best mood they'd been in all day. 'Finally,' Hiro thought, 'We're at peace. No problems, no worries, and my secret is safe for another day.'

For a fleeting moment, the thought of having to polish K's prized possessions came into Hiro's head. He felt an equally quick feeling of worry, but brushed it off before it could manifest into something negative.

'There's nothing to worry about, ' Hiro thought calmly, 'It's just cleaning a few pieces of metal. How many guns could one guy possibly have?'

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A/N: Hah! I finally got a chance to finish it! Sure, it's midnight on a school night and I'll be tired as hell tomorrow, but by Jebus, I did it! (sigh), well that was energy well spent.

Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter of MTA up soon too! Since the midterms are present, I've got lots of free time, so I'll try and get it out there! Wish me luck on those evil math exams that only live to torture us good people of earth!

You know what would bring me some confidence? Ten reviews of course:D

And with that, I'm off!

Edit: Some of you might be wondering this, so I'll explain: I did delete this chapter at first, because I thought it wasn't doing well, but then I realized that even though that was TRUE...I have no time to fix it XD So, I have to leave it the way it is, and we'll just have to see what I can do with it! Ah well, please review and all that!