He drove his car through the empty streets of Tokyo. The music blared from the audio set of his car as he set the volume high. He didn't really like driving in silence, except when he needed it. But now was not one of those times he needed the companionable silence. Right now he needed some noise to distract him from his thought.

The blonde wished there was someone else in the car that he could talk to. He glanced at the passanger seat beside him, longing for his blue-haired companion, but instead only found his little electronic dog sitting prettily there.

That was no fun. No matter how much he loved his man-made little dog, it obviously wasn't his favorite companion for driving. He really hoped there was someone else in the car to fill the silence, instead of the constant noise blaring from the radio that he had lost track of.

He thought of Hisashi and felt his heart ache. They had fought again this afternoon, for the millionth times since they became lover. It was like a habit now, more than anything else. They fought about nothing and everything. Hell, he couldn't even recall what they had been fighting about this afternoon.

It was always like that. When the mood got bad, it was always like that. Out of nowhere, they would eventually be fighting each other. He should've known better when the mood was getting bad. One slip in talking then the peace would vanish.

It was like a habit now, as it always happened since they became a lover. Now, it was more tiring than maddening. When one of them finally walked out, slamming the door behind, what was left was only the empty feeling in his heart and tiredness.

Takuro often asked him, in a wondering tone, how on earth they could stay as a couple with all the fighting they had. Silently, he wondered about that too. Why did he hang on? Why did he always refuse the thought of breaking up? What made him refusing to give up on Hisashi?

He didn't know. He honestly didn't know. What he knew was that he still loved him. He couldn't deny the feeling. Through all the bad times and the figtings they have, he knew that the love was still there. It was only temporarily covered by his anger and sadness, but it was always there. It would resurface, always resurfaced, whenever the things got better, when they had made peace with each other. It would overwhelm him, beating any other feelings he had, whenever he looked at him, drinking in the beauty and grace that was Hisashi.

He couldn't help it. He couldn't make it go away. And he didn't want to.

He didn't want to let go. But he would when he had to.

The question was, did he have to? Did Hisashi have the same feeling to him even after everything that had happened between them? Did Hisashi still want this relationship to continue?

Did Hisashi? Did Hisashi? He didn't know. Sometimes, Hisashi was just too unpredictable, hiding behind his shyness and cool exterior, although yes, he had to admit that it was one of those things that drew him to the blue-haired beauty.

He reached his apartment and quickly parked his car in one of the empty spots. Turning off the radio, he let himself drowned into the heavy silence that suddenly filled the car.

No couple would survive the relationship with too much fighting. After every fight, he wondered to himself, whether this was it. Whether this was the time when neither of them could take it anymore. Whether this was the time their relationship would come to an end. He didn't want it to ever end, no matter how much they fight each other. Ridiculous and pathetic as it might sound, he wasn't ready to give up on Hisashi. Not now. Not ever.

Huffing heavily, he opened the door and picked up his electronic dog. "C'mon, dogie," he whispered, and the little dog let out a small, cute bark.

He locked the door, walked into the apartment, not forgetting to greet the man on the front desk with a nod and little smile, before walking into the elevator. Sooner or later, he knew he had to call Hisashi. Sooner or later, he knew they would have had a talk. He prefered sooner though. The sooner, the better. He was tempted to call tonight, but doubting whether Hisashi would want to talk to him tonight or not. Maybe tomorrow morning would be a better idea.

The elevator stopped and he walked out. Stopping in front of his door, he pulled out his keys and unlocked it. Once inside, he haphazardly pulled off his shoes, not bothering to put them into the cupboard anymore. He opted to go straight to the bedroom. His mood was sour enough as it was, so who knows wih sleep, the next morning when he woke up, his mood would be better. Besides, he really doubted that anything could make his mood better. Setting his little dog on the floor, he walked into the living room.

But what he hadn't expected was the little surprise that greeted him in the livingroom. Sitting prettily on the nicely made coffee table in the middle of his brightly lit living room was a little gift wrapped in transparent plastic with cheery colors.

He walked closer as curiousity got the best of him, and found out that it was a pack of strawberry chocholate. His favorite kind of chocholate. There was a small cards attached to it and he opened it. Written in a handwriting he knew all to well, was a simple statement. "Forgive me, please?"

Unconsciously, those adorable pouty lips of his pulled into a small, fond smile. It was a wonder, that such a simple gift like strawberry chocholate could lighten up his mood. He felt relief washed over him. At least, it was a proof that Hisashi still felt the same way.

He felt a presence behind him, and without turning, he knew who it was. He always knew whenever it was Hisashi. He had gotten to know it by heart.

"So, you finally come," he heard Hisashi said and he turned around, facing his blue-haired lover.

"Yeah"

Hisashi walked to where his lover was standing. "I've been waiting for you"

"Yeah?". It was all that he could say that time as he watched Hisashi walked closer and stopped right in front of him, only a few centimeters apart.

"Yeah, seeking apology," Hisashi said as his hands sneaked to behing Jiro's neck and he brought the other man's face closer and touching his forehead to his. "I'm sorry about this afternoon. I'm sorry for being an utter ass"

Jiro let out a small chuckle. "Aa…"

"I shouldn't have blowed it off to you," Hisashi continued. "I guess I didn't think that time"

"I'm sorry too," Jiro said back, putting his arms around Hisashi's waist. Closing his eyes, he inhaled the scent of Hisashi he had fallen in love with. "I didn't wait for you to finish talking and ranting this afternoon. I'm sorry for being the short thinking and hot-headed that I am"

One of Hisashi's hand brushed Jiro's cheek softly as he let out a small chuckle. "Ne, you are not my Jiro if you aren't hot-headed"

Jiro smiled and for some moments, they stayed like that, just holding each other and enjoying each other's presence.

Hisashi then tilted his head slightly and brushed his lips to Jiro's. "So, we are cool?"

"Well, since you have bought me those dellicious strawberry chocholate," he grinned and brushed his lips lightly to Hisashi's, "yeah, we're cool"

"Good," Hisashi whispered. "Good". And then he captured Jiro's lips with his own.

Jiro responded to the kiss, feeling relief overwhelmed him. It was going to be okay. And just as it had always happened before, the anger and sadness in his heart vanished, the emptiness gone as the love resurfaced again in his heart.

Jiro felt Hisashi's hold on him tightened as the blue-haired guitarist slipped his tounge into his mouth and that time he realized something. That whatever happened, he didn't have to worry. That no matter how much, how often they fought each other, it was just the way Hisashi and Jiro were. Other people might not understand, Teru and Takuro might not understand but they both understood it and it was enough. As long as they understood it, they didn't need other people to understand about it. He knew that the happiness he had had in his relationship with Hisashi was so much more than whatever pain and anger that laid in their path.

That no matter how much they fought each other, no matter how they swore and cursed each other, at the end it was just another fight. In the end, there would always be peace, and the ever-present knowledge that whatever happened, Jiro loved Hisashi and Hisashi loved Jiro.

And he knew he could live with that.

~owari^^~