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Note: The members had been staying at Tora's house for the past few weeks, due to a busy schedule.


"Good evening, welcome to the 8 o'clock-" Tora made an impatient sound as he continued his assault on the TV remote. He had been flipping through the television channels for the past 15 minutes, yet all he saw was either news or documentary crap. He was about to give up and take a nap instead, but he finally settled on a sombre-looking talkshow. Tora had no idea what it was about, but he thought the guest speaker had some nice fake cleavage peeping through her blouse. Better than nothing, he thought.

There was a soft creak as Tora reached for his seventh can of cold beer from the plush grey sofa he was lying on. The slight movement caused Tora's spine to flare up in dull pain. He cursed loudly before drowning his frustration in one big gulp of beer. He hated it when pain from his ex-hernia revisited him whenever he overexerted himself after touring season.

Today was an unofficial off-day for all the members, whereby the only event lined up for the evening was a radio show featuring Shou and Saga as guests. The two left around three hours back, soon followed by Nao, who loudly declared that he was going to spend some time at Akihabara and that he'll be home soon. Hiroto, too, had been out since morning. Tora wasn't sure what he was up to, but it definitely had to be more fun than being stuck at home on an off-day.

Tora crumpled the now-empty beer can with his fingers and let it fall to the wooden floor. Chikin, alerted by the sound, leaped onto the sofa and snuggled up to its owner. Tora stroked the cat, feeling his eyelids flutter in alcohol-induced drowsiness. There was no doubt that he was ready for his nap now.

But seconds after he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of key turning in lock and instinctively opened them again. It was Hiroto that emerged from the doorway, his clothing damp from the rain.

Overall, he looked worse for wear. The guitarist's hair hung limply to his shoulders, and his breathing was harsh and irregular. But what worried Tora were Hiroto's dark, round eyes, usually full of life and passion. But this time, they stared ahead, blank and unfocused. Alarmed at his friend's state, Tora sat up and winced. "Hiroto."

The sound of Tora's voice seemed to snap Hiroto out of his reverie. "Hey, your back feeling better?" came his automatic response. But there was something off in his tone. Tora could hear it - no, feel it.

"A massage wouldn't be so bad." Tora cocked his head, signalling for Hiroto to sit next to him. The shorter man seemed to hesitate, contemplating excuses to take his leave, before finally obeying him. He accepted a can of beer pushed into his hands, opened it and took a sip. Slowly, Hiroto's tense shoulders relaxed a little.

"So, talk." Tora's eyebrows furrowed as his friend's features contorted into an expression much like physical pain. "What's wrong?" There was a silence that seemed to last for a decade as Hiroto waged a silent battle within himself.

"Remember Erika?" Hiroto finally croaked. "That girl that dumped me last month. After four years of being together." He began to shake with suppressed emotion. "She said I wasn't spending enough time with her, and she's found someone better. And asked me to forget our relationship. You knew that, right?"

Tora nodded tersely, gripping Hiroto's trembling hand to give him support. "I thought you got over it," he said as soothingly as he could. Why was he shaking like this? The taller man didn't understand.

Hiroto took a deep breath and his trembling ceased. "Erika passed away a few hours ago. She had final-stage cancer and didn't want me to know. In fact, I wouldn't have known if her mother hadn't called me, crying, asking me to come to her deathbed this morning despite her protests."

Tora's mouth fell open. Words left him - he had nothing to say that could possibly comfort his friend.

"We were so busy with recording and touring." Hiroto whispered. "I had no idea she was sick." His hand clenched tightly around Tora's, nearly drawing blood. He let him abuse his hand, pulling the younger boy into a hug with the other.

As if on cue, the door opened again and Shou, Saga and Nao spilled in, joking and laughing. Tora sighed mentally - this news was going to be hard to break to the members.

--------------------

The four men, all clad in suits, watched in silent support as Hiroto placed his white rose on the coffin of the girl he had so adored. He then took out a small paper with lyrics scrawled on it in his messy handwriting.

"You loved music, didn't you?" He said quietly, stroking the smooth mahogany coffin." I wrote this song for you, Erika. No - we did," glancing at his bandmates - friends, confidantes. "It's called Dark Blossoms. We think it's beautiful, but it's not going to be released to the public. Because it is for your ears only." Hiroto smiled tearlessly.

But suddenly, a gust of wind swept the paper from the guitarist's hand. For a moment, it lingered high up in the air, then landed into the crowd some distance away, much like a flower petal.

-------------------

Like the pain of my ex-hernia or a failed relationship,
some unpleasant things do come again and again,
blooming as if in seasons.
But in my opinion, having your heart broken
is all the more reason to find someone to patch it up.
Lolwat, this is so random. <_<


Soft petals, of the palest hue
feed the flames within
singed to blackness, turned to ashes;
encased as eternal glow

Note: The members had been staying at Tora's house for the past few weeks, due to a busy schedule.


"Good evening, welcome to the 8 o'clock-" Tora made an impatient sound as he continued his assault on the TV remote. He had been flipping through the television channels for the past 15 minutes, yet all he saw was either news or documentary crap. He was about to give up and take a nap instead, but he finally settled on a sombre-looking talkshow. Tora had no idea what it was about, but he thought the guest speaker had some nice fake cleavage peeping through her blouse. Better than nothing, he thought.

There was a soft creak as Tora reached for his seventh can of cold beer from the plush grey sofa he was lying on. The slight movement caused Tora's spine to flare up in dull pain. He cursed loudly before drowning his frustration in one big gulp of beer. He hated it when pain from his ex-hernia revisited him whenever he overexerted himself after touring season.

Today was an unofficial off-day for all the members, whereby the only event lined up for the evening was a radio show featuring Shou and Saga as guests. The two left around three hours back, soon followed by Nao, who loudly declared that he was going to spend some time at Akihabara and that he'll be home soon. Hiroto, too, had been out since morning. Tora wasn't sure what he was up to, but it definitely had to be more fun than being stuck at home on an off-day.

Tora crumpled the now-empty beer can with his fingers and let it fall to the wooden floor. Chikin, alerted by the sound, leaped onto the sofa and snuggled up to its owner. Tora stroked the cat, feeling his eyelids flutter in alcohol-induced drowsiness. There was no doubt that he was ready for his nap now.

But seconds after he closed his eyes, he heard the sound of key turning in lock and instinctively opened them again. It was Hiroto that emerged from the doorway, his clothing damp from the rain.

Overall, he looked worse for wear. The guitarist's hair hung limply to his shoulders, and his breathing was harsh and irregular. But what worried Tora were Hiroto's dark, round eyes, usually full of life and passion. But this time, they stared ahead, blank and unfocused. Alarmed at his friend's state, Tora sat up and winced. "Hiroto."

The sound of Tora's voice seemed to snap Hiroto out of his reverie. "Hey, your back feeling better?" came his automatic response. But there was something off in his tone. Tora could hear it - no, feel it.

"A massage wouldn't be so bad." Tora cocked his head, signalling for Hiroto to sit next to him. The shorter man seemed to hesitate, contemplating excuses to take his leave, before finally obeying him. He accepted a can of beer pushed into his hands, opened it and took a sip. Slowly, Hiroto's tense shoulders relaxed a little.

"So, talk." Tora's eyebrows furrowed as his friend's features contorted into an expression much like physical pain. "What's wrong?" There was a silence that seemed to last for a decade as Hiroto waged a silent battle within himself.

"Remember Erika?" Hiroto finally croaked. "That girl that dumped me last month. After four years of being together." He began to shake with suppressed emotion. "She said I wasn't spending enough time with her, and she's found someone better. And asked me to forget our relationship. You knew that, right?"

Tora nodded tersely, gripping Hiroto's trembling hand to give him support. "I thought you got over it," he said as soothingly as he could. Why was he shaking like this? The taller man didn't understand.

Hiroto took a deep breath and his trembling ceased. "Erika passed away a few hours ago. She had final-stage cancer and didn't want me to know. In fact, I wouldn't have known if her mother hadn't called me, crying, asking me to come to her deathbed this morning despite her protests."

Tora's mouth fell open. Words left him - he had nothing to say that could possibly comfort his friend.

"We were so busy with recording and touring." Hiroto whispered. "I had no idea she was sick." His hand clenched tightly around Tora's, nearly drawing blood. He let him abuse his hand, pulling the younger boy into a hug with the other.

As if on cue, the door opened again and Shou, Saga and Nao spilled in, joking and laughing. Tora sighed mentally - this news was going to be hard to break to the members.

--------------------

The four men, all clad in suits, watched in silent support as Hiroto placed his white rose on the coffin of the girl he had so adored. He then took out a small paper with lyrics scrawled on it in his messy handwriting.

"You loved music, didn't you?" He said quietly, stroking the smooth mahogany coffin." I wrote this song for you, Erika. No - we did," glancing at his bandmates - friends, confidantes. "It's called Dark Blossoms. We think it's beautiful, but it's not going to be released to the public. Because it is for your ears only." Hiroto smiled tearlessly.

But suddenly, a gust of wind swept the paper from the guitarist's hand. For a moment, it lingered high up in the air, then landed into the crowd some distance away, much like a flower petal.

-------------------

Like the pain of my ex-hernia or a failed relationship,
some unpleasant things do come again and again,
blooming as if in seasons.
But in my opinion, having your heart broken
is all the more reason to find someone to patch it up.
Lolwat, this is so random. <_<


Soft petals, of the palest hue
feed the flames within
singed to blackness, turned to ashes;
encased as eternal glow