As you could probably tell they won't be done in order.

Characters: Roji/Jiro Kusano & Toru Muhyo Genres: Angst/Hurt & comfort

This has a second part, 'Shatter'

Enjoy!

Rain

The office was silent but for the soft pitter patter of rain as it bounced of the Windows.

It was a rare thing for this apartment to ever have a moment of silence, what with the occupants friends often popping in unannounced or clients showing up out of the blue, But the ruckus had been a comfort for the two young occupants who had long been used to quiet and lonesome times.

But today all was still.

Of the two only one of the boys who lived there was home, left behind from a trip because of the sudden onslaught of an illness.

"I hate the rain..." He said, his chocolate colored eyes glareing at the storm clouds with a deep hatred they rarely possessed. "It always rains today."

Pulling away from the window with a frustrated sigh he practically slammed the widow shut, wincing at the unnecessary force he'd accidentally used.

"Guess I should be glad Muhyo isn't here, I wouldn't be able to hide anything today."

For a moment he smiled a soft loving smile, at the thought of his friend/superior. But just as quickly the days meaning crashed back down upon him, whiping the smile away.

No matter how definite something may seem it will end... Even the people who are supposed to love you unconditionaly left you all alone. What makes you think this will end any different?

He could feel the tears forming, and fought them back.

No. No crying today... Any other day fine... But not today.

But they wouldn't stop. And one by one they escaped untill there was a steady stream running down his face. The feeling of hopelessness and defeat setting on his shoulders.

"Why do I even bother..."

The meeting was pointless at best, and an utter waste of time for all.

Throughout everything that has happened so far young executor Muhyo had listened to around 20% and particapated with 0%. No, he was to busy worrieing about his beloved assistant he'd left at the office. (Although he'd admit the worrieing and the 'beloved' to noone but himself.)
It had gone unnoticed by almost everyone there, except for one person.

Yoichi.

He'd quickly noticed and determined Muhyo's true focus, and had created a distraction so that he could slip away unnoticed to keep an eye on his assistant. Sending him off with 'Tell Roji I said hi will you.'

But as he snuck through the portal he spotted Roji standing with his back to the window, an unusual expression on his face.

Was it... Defeat?

Stepping into the room he froze as Roji whipped around to face him, and he finally noticed the tears running down his face like the rain on the windows.

"Oh! Muhyo!" Roji exclaimed, putting what he could now tell was a fake smile on his face. " You're back early. What happened?"

"Nothing much." He said as he shrugged off his cloak. "You?"

"Nothing really, I was just reading a sad book." Roji said turning away. But just as he tried to walk away Muhyo came forward and grabbed his wrist. The worry he felt unmasked in his sapphire eyes.

"Lier."

He could see as the older boy froze up, his eyes showing glimmers of shame and sorrow.

"Something is obviously wrong." He continued. "What is it that you'd try and hide it from me?"

For a minute he got no Awnser, and so just stared at him as he struggled with what ever it was.

"It...I was just thinking back on some not so pleasant memories from before we met... " Roji answered at last, plopping down on their couch as he gave in. " Don't worry I'm fine."

Sitting down next to him Muhyo sighed.

"Well than don't." He said simply, unaware of the impact his next words would have. "Stay here out of lala land with me and I'll do the same. You're MY assistant, and that's not going to change anytime soon. Heh heh heh, Stay focused."

Suddenly there was a pair of arms wrapped around him, as he was hugged tightly.

"Thanks Muhyo." He heard muttered ever-so softly.

And then, in a move surprising himself just as much as Roji, Muhyo leaned up and gently kissed his assistant on the cheek.

"Idiot."