Recap: "Oh, by the way. Nice song." Hiro said, with some spark and hurt in his voice. He said it loud enough for Shuichi to hear. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted Shuichi to feel guilty. Feel bad for crushing his heart. Know some part of what Hiro was feeling.

"What song?" Shuichi asked innocently, and Hiro spun around; angry as hell.

'What do you mean, what song! The one that you stayed up late writing! The one that practically proclaims your love for a masochist American!" Hiro finished and watched Shuichi's face turn deadly white.

Shuichi's eyes filled with tears and he stepped towards Hiro. "I'm sorry. I'm... I'm just so sorry." he said, and fled the room. Hiro grabbed some clothes from the closet, pulled them on and grabbed a pair of sunglasses. That way, no one could see his puffy eyes. No one could tell that he had been crying. He walked out the door and left the house. Not wanting to see Shuichi, or anyone for that matter. He climbed on his motorcycle, and still responsible, headed for the studio.

Chapter Five: Harsh Demands and Frozen Emotions

Shuichi walked to the studio, without the least desire to even go there. He knew he would be late and he knew that today wasn't going to be pleasant. He could barely contain himself as he drifted towards work. His thoughts were a harsh bundle that kept contradicting themselves and launching themselves at him.

You hurt Hiro! What are you? How could you do something so cruel? When all he wanted was your love. And this damn Yuki comes along and you forget Hiro? You are cruel and heartless.

But Yuki is just so... beautiful.

You'd dump the one guy who is in love with you for that piece of junk? Hiro is right. You are falling for some masochist American. What the hell is wrong with you?

But the way I feel when I'm around him is amazing. And I never felt the way that I did before when we kissed.

Yes you did. You just can't remember because you're blinded by that stupid--

"Shuichi!" a voice called from behind him, jerking him out of his thoughts. He whipped around and saw Yuki running towards him.

"Stay away from me!" Shuichi yelled and began to jog towards the studio. Tears began to fall down his face and an arm jerked him backwards, stopping him.

"What's the matter?" Yuki asked, looking into his eyes. They glistened with the sunlight and Shuichi briefly wondered if he was being given a glimpse into heaven. He sucked in his breathe and started to answer when Yuki pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Yuki?" Shuichi managed to puff out despite his loss of breath.

"Why... Why can't I stop thinking about you?" Yuki spurted out with a slight blush in his cheeks, "you're just a little brat that can't sing, can't write, and has insane blue hair. Why? What is it about you?"

Shuichi stood stock-still, stunned because of Yuki's confession. He smiled at the blush in his cheeks and the confused expression on his face.

"Silly! Don't you know what emotion is!" Shuichi said, trying to make Yuki be less serious.

"But I shouldn't feel this for you," Yuki stammered, then started to push Shuichi away, before pulling him closer than before and kissing his lips.

They both stood there, clutched onto each other as if the world was falling apart and they were standing on the last piece, ready to fall off. The rest of the world was fading and all they had left was each other.

You're so beautiful... How am I supposed to not fall for you. With the way you make me feel. I can't control it. It's something unstoppable.

Shuichi and Yuki stood there a few more minutes, eclipsed of time and space, before recovering and pulling apart.

"I shouldn't have done that," Yuki said, before looking away.

"If it's what you wanted, of course you should have," Shuichi challenged.

Yuki was filled with thoughts of Kitazawa and Shuichi. He was started not to be able to tell the two apart in his head.

"I'm just confused, I couldn't possibly feel something for you," Yuki said before turning the other way and rushing off.

Shuichi stood there in silence for a moment while tears began to flood his face.

He is confused. Because he doesn't want to feel this but he can't help it.

Shuichi consoled himself as he began, yet again, to trudge towards the studio. He wiped his eyes and went into the room where the entire crew was waiting on him.

"What took you so long numbskull?" K-san chiding before shooting Shuichi in the head.

"I had to walk," Shuichi said, giving Hiro a brief look, but immediately felt bad for it.

"Shuichi wrote a new song last night. Maybe we should try it," Hiro said bitterly.

"It's not finished and I'm not quite sure on the lyrics," Shuichi countered.

"Well, you seemed pretty damn sure when you wrote it!" Hiro said, his voice raising.

"Well, I was at a confusing point but I still haven't fully realized what I want the ending of the song to be!"Shuichi proclaimed.

"Well I know for damn sure that I won't be a part of it!" Hiro said, pushing Shuichi out of the way, and walking out of the room.