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Die stopped the car and looked around. There were a lot of people and that’s exactly why he hated the streets! So many people and he couldn’t find Shinya! Die bit his lip hard then drove down closer to the club. Realizing that he wouldn’t be able to survive with the car Die stopped in the parking lot and rushed to the pub.

"Hey, Die-kun…" the guard greeted him. Die smiled, "Did you know where the Transtic Nerve guys are? Do you know them? The singer is having a party!" the red head asked nervously. The black man thought for a while then called out for his friend. Die walked round a circle for a while waiting for them, who seemed to have a serious discussion.

"I think they’re in there…you want me to look for them?" he stood in front of Die. The red head nodded,

"How? There’re so many people!" Die waved his hand. The older man smiled, "Hai…but I work here…hold on!" he went away talking to his friend then pulled Die into the pub.

Die narrowed his eyes but no Transtic Nerve faces or Lucifer or anyone in music industry. He felt himself getting panicked. That feeling again…his heart was beating painfully against his chest.

Shinya…where is he? And why do I feel that he’s in danger again?

"There!" the guard patted his arm hard. Die winced but thank the man. He ran towards one of the corner and found familiar faces.

"Sumimasen…" he spoke loudly. A bleached haired guy turned to him and pouted. Die tried to be polite,

"Em…I’m looking for Shinya-san…is he with you guys?" he tried to smile too. The younger man smiled back and introduced himself, "…Masato desu…anata wa Die-kun desu ka" Die nodded but suddenly the bleached head laughed.

"So you’re the saint…" he looked straight into Die’s eyes. "I’m amazed!" then he turned back and pulled somebody up. Die couldn’t really see in the dark but as the person stood in front of him; he felt himself getting tense.

"What are you doing here?" he sounded pissed. Die bit his lip, "I’m looking for Shinya…Tanjobi omedeto Gozaimasu…" he smiled to the birthday boy. Taka smiled back and nodded few times, "Okay…arigato" from the way Taka looked at him the way Taka smiled the way he…he was rejected…and I’m sure Shinya doesn’t tell him what happened, he thought.

"I lost…" Taka smiled sadly. Die joined his eyebrows.

"I can’t get the saint out of my way…and…" Taka turned away, "On my birthday…" Die nibbled his lips and moved forward.

"Shinya is not here…he went with Makoto and the guys…if you don’t believe me you can look around he won’t be here…" Taka looked at him tiredly. Die smiled to him and nodded, "I believe you…" he patted Taka’s shoulder. The younger man winced, "Ouch! You’re nice…that hurts!" then he laughed. "Makoto went out few minutes ago and he was with them. I think they went to the karaoke club down the road"

Die said his goodbyes and started to get really panicked. Now he wished Shinya was with him. At least Taka was a good boy…

*

"Found him?" the guard caught his arm. Die shook his head, "No! the karaoke club! Ja!" Die ran like he never ran before down the road.

*

"J-rockers?" the man repeated him. Die nodded in frustration.

"They left…just few seconds ago! You should be able to catch them. I think they walked that way" Die bowed and rushed to ‘that way’. He smiled in relief seeing a bunch of young men suspiciously looking famous. He knew the guitarist so he called out his name. (Gosh! Don’t even care if they actually know each other!-L7)

"Atsuro-san!" a pink head turned his head and smiled. Others looked back too.

"Hey! Is Shinya with you?" Atsuro looked around and shook his head. "I thought he was with the birthday boy!" he joined his eyebrows. Die couldn’t believe his ears. He was staring at the other guitarist as if he was insane. Atsuro held his chin thinking for a while then he called out his band mates.

"Guys! Is Shinya-san with us or what?" they approached him and Santa touched Die’s arm. "I know Yuki took Kyo-kun back…and Shinya-sama was with us…" everyone except Die looked at him weirdly, "Heh? How come? We thought Shinya-san was with Taka the birthday boy ne?" Makoto mouthed teasingly. Atsuro smiled,

"Ma-chan, what’s this?" the guitarist held out two fingers.

Makoto pouted cutely, "Er…three?" he smiled funnily. Everyone laughed.

"Actually…Taka is rejected. Shinya-san was here…but he needed to puke so he went for hot tea" He looked around, "See the tea shop there? He should be there…" Die shut his eyes and nodded. He said his thank yous and goodbyes and headed to the teashop.

*

He looked around. No Shinya. He looked around again, still no Shinya.

An old man greeted him. Die bowed, "Sumimasen…I’m looking for a friend…he looks like a girl…and was probably drunk!" The old man laughed, "You’re late! He was here…" Die growled.

"He went to the back alley throwing up…" he pointed at a table, "That’s his stuff…he should be back any minute" Die thought he saw a smile kind of like his producer’s. The read head approached the table and found Shinya’s stuff. Then he took everything and… "Young man! Take this with you" the old man called out. Die turned and he had a cup of hot tea. Die smiled and was so touched that he bowed and went out through back door.

*

"Shinya!!!" he called out. He heard his voice echoed along the never-ending dark alley. Die walked carefully and observed every dark corner but there was no Shinya. He covered his face and felt himself getting really tired. Something inside told him to give up. Shinya was not here…but how come he was still walking?

"Shinya!!!" he screamed louder, as loud as he could. And the next second he thought he heard somebody puked. Die’s eyes lit up. He looked around nervously and walked towards the coughing sound.

Die turned around. There was another dead end. He narrowed his eyes.

"Shinya?"

Somebody was there…might be Shinya might not be Shinya. But it was better to make sure so he moved even closer. Somebody wearing white shirt facing his back to him was bending down trying to get all the crap out of his stomach. Die’s heartbeat grew faster seeing the person wearing a skirt. And that person was thin, bony, and looked weak.

"Shinya?"

He merely stood there couldn’t even move his feet, waiting for the person to turned his head. He knew who it was. He recognised the back…the hair…the frail arm that supported his owner…even the coughing sound. So he knew he should be worried. Therefore he only stood there…waiting.

The man leaned on the wall still having his back on Die. He took a deep breath then wiped his lips with the back of his hand. And then he turned his head…

Shinya gasped as he saw an outline of a person. He blinked his eyes. He knew who it was…but…

"Die…" he stepped forward but was too weak to. Die managed to catch him before Shinya fell on the ground.

*

He walked as fast as he could. But somehow he wished he would never reach his car. Having Shinya in his arms was the first thing he had always dreamt of…he looked down and found Shinya holding the paper cup cutely and took a sip of the tea. Shinya never changed. He was still so light…so angelic…so delicate…

Shinya suddenly wrapped his arms around his neck. Die blushed as the drummer swept his lips on his neck and rubbed his head against Die’s. The guitarist smiled, "You’re welcome Shinya" Suddenly he felt like crying. He missed all those sign languages he had created with Shinya.

If Shinya rested his head on die’s arm that meant Shinya was cold and he wanted Die to hug him. Whenever Shinya suddenly hugged Die tightly that meant he wanted Die to realized how much he loved the guitarist. If the younger man rubbed his head against Die’s that meant thank you. If Shinya rested his head on Die’s chest

and purred that meant he wanted to be spoilt…Die smiled. If Shinya raised his leg wrapping Die’s waist while they were on the bed that meant…

Die blushed.

Why was he thinking about all those memories?

"…warm" Shinya whispered cutely and held Die tighter with a smile on his face. They finally reached the parking lot and Die put Shinya in the car.

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