Sendoh glanced out of the window, it was drizzling. Moving away from the window, he flopped on his rumpled bed. He had just woken up and had immediately regretted it. All he wanted to do now was to go back to sleep and hopefully not wake up. Sendoh buried his face deeper into the pillow and breathed in deeper. He could still smell him. The shampoo and powder that he loved to put all over him after a shower.

It was useless, there was no way that he was going to fall asleep now. Not when he could still smell his scent on the pillow, the bedsheet and the blanket. Sendoh made a sound of disgust and got up. Maybe he would feel better if he took a shower. Stripping on his way to the bathroom, Sendoh glanced at the phone and willed it to ring. No sound. Sighing, Sendoh stepped into the shower and blasted warm water all over his body.

Wiping the steam from the mirror, Hanamichi stared at his reflection. Twin sets of brown eyes stared at each other. Releasing his breath, Hanamichi picked up the bottle of baby powder and shook out a generous amount on his hand and spread it over his body. He had always loved the feeling of powder on his skin after a shower. Pulling on his shorts, Hanamichi walked out of the bathroom and was a little surprised to see that it was raining.

Shrugging, Hanamichi sat on his bed and absentmindedly flipped through a manga. Occasionally he would look at the phone be his bed and sigh. Just as he was about to throw the manga on the floor, a photo dropped out from between the pages. He had obviously missed it just now.

Hanamichi swallowed a lump in his throat, as he looked at the photo of him and Sendoh taken at a fair a couple of weeks ago. They had a great time at the fair, even though it rained. Smiling sadly at the photo, he tucked it back into the manga. Changing his mind about the nap, Hanamichi decided to go and see if there's anything for him to eat in the kitchen.

Combing his hair, Sendoh sat on his bed and reached for the telephone, but for some reason stopping just before his hand reached the headset. He looked out of the window, it was raining harder than just now. Maybe a good, no make that a boring, movie would put him to sleep. Realising that he had a tape in his VCR, Sendoh picked the remote up and turned on the VCR.

"Come here girl!"

It was "Lassie". Sendoh grinned. Hana-kun always cried when he watches this part. Then his grin disappeared. This was not helping. Everywhere he turned, there was something that reminded him of Hanamichi; the tape, the powder in the bedroom, the collection of manga in one corner of the room. It was never going to work. Stifling a groan, Sendoh turned off the VCR and turned on the radio.

Hanamichi sniffed at the aroma if the ramen, sure it was instant ramen, but from experience, it tasted good.

"Itatakimasu!" Hanamichi slurped up the ramen and immediately choked.
"Urgh," Hanamichi fanned his mouth and stared at the ramen. It tasted horrible. Strange, but he had always tasted good when he ate it with Sendoh.
"Argh!" Hanamichi banged his head on the table and got out of his chair. Dumping his ramen on the way, Hanamichi went to the living room and turned the TV on. A MTV was playing. Hanamichi was about to switch channels when he heard the song they were singing.

Soft kisses from soft lips, tongues mingling together. The smell of baby powder and expensive cologne mixed together. Two entirely different scents, yet they smelt so good together. The sounds of clothes sliding off bodies, zips being pulled, quickening breaths as the two lovers continued kissing each other, never breaking contact. Both bodies glistening with sweat and the rain that they had seek shelter from. Water dripped from the hair down to the ear and for five seconds it looked like a delicate gem earring before the other licked the water droplet away and lavished all his attention on the ear itself. The other groaned and slid his hands down the back and stopped at the waistband of the boxers that his lover was wearing.

"Yes," Sendoh whispered into Hanamichi's ears as he continued to nibble on the earlobe and ground his hips against Hanamichi's.
Hanamichi, totally lost in the sensations that Sendoh's lips gave him and the insistent pressure on his lower body slipped his hands past Sendoh's waistband. Sendoh groaned, or was it himself as he cupped Sendoh's tight butt and brought Sendoh's body closer to him.
Sendoh's lips traveled down Hanamichi's neck, lingering just over the racing pulse. Hanamichi shifted his head to give Sendoh better access while Sendoh licked the pulse and began sucking at the spot. Taking Hanamichi's hands from his shorts, Sendoh's mouth moved further down Hanamichi's body. Taking a flat nipple in his mouth, Sendoh began suckling, Hanamichi groaned and instinctively rubbed his hips against Sendoh. When Sendoh was satisfied with the nipple in his mouth, he licked it one last time and moved to the other one, lavishing the same amount of attention he gave the first nipple. When he was done, both boys' breathing was ragged. Sendoh tugged Hanamichi with him as they both got on the bed. Kneeling in the bed, they faced each other and kissed. This was no passionate kiss, it was one full of tenderness, of innermost feelings, and future promises. Of togetherness. But soon, neither could hold back anymore and the kiss turned hot. Open mouths and moving hands as both Sendoh and Hanamichi lost their souls to each other and got even more back in return.

Sendoh sprang into action. Without even turning off the radio, he grabbed his coat and ran out of the house, forgetting his umbrella in his hurry.

Hanamichi rushed up his room and picked up the telephone. Dialing a very familiar number, Hanamichi held his breath as he waited for someone to pick up the phone. Dark brown eyes showed disappointment when it was the mechanical voice of the answering machine sounded over the headset. Pulling his spirits up, Hanamichi made a mad dash down his stairs and made a beeline for the door. He clutched the doorknob and pulled the open. Surprised brown eyes met surprised blue ones.

It seemed like an eternity before any of the boys moved. But when they did, no one knew who made the first move. It didn't seem important anymore as the two boys kissed each other and made their way up to the bed room.

On the TV, Boyzone sang the final verse of their song…

~Owari~