My Past, Your Present, Our Future

Chapter Seven : Everything is okay

"I cannot believe he left me like that", Gouenji thought furiously, slowly slowing down as he entered the street where the enormous building appeared.

There was no traffic. So much the better. That would have put him even more in a bad mood. Senguuji's sermon in relation to the score of the game was already not pleasant to undergo. His goal was to prevent his plans from being accomplished. Of course he was happy with this result. But he must have played his part as Emperor, and restrain his rage against the man whom he no longer supported.

"Tss, I would have gladly punch him in the face", the blond hissed as he parked in front of the front door.

Senguuji was the one who stopped them the last time. If he had not called to warn him of something, he could have informed him by e-mail, him and Kidou would have continued on that night. And besides that, it had been Kidou who had taken the first step... Gouenji slammed the door behind him, and crossed the pavement in great strides. Gouenji stopped in front of the front door and sighed as he saw that it will remain closed until the password was entered. He didn't know it at all. But he was lucky when one of the locals suddenly opened the door to go out, allowing him to enter. This earned him a suspicious look, but the blond didn't give a fuck. In the entrance hall he searched for his name.

"Kidou Yuuto... Kidou Yuuto... Hell, Kidou. Where are you... " The blond grumbled as he walked to the mailboxes behind him.

After five good minutes of searching, he finally found the floor and the door of the chestnut's apartment : 7th floor, 3rd door on the right. Luckily there was the elevator.

Gouenji quickly entered in one of the two available lifts. The metal doors slid in front of him to close. He pointed the floor, and sighed again as it began to climb. It was 5:33 pm. Kidou was surely working on something. At last, that was what he was supposed to do... But Gouenji felt vexed that his partner left him behind, when he had asked him to wait for him not far from the stadium when the game would be over.

He came out of his thoughts when he finally reached the seventh floor. And as he had seen earlier, he went to the right, stopping at the third door. There was only a doorbell, not even a label to indicate whether it was the right door or not. But he had no doubt. The tinkling of the bell rang on the other side of the black door. First, nothing. Two or three minutes of silence, until footsteps were heard, causing Gouenji to retreat when they got closer. The door suddenly opened before him. The blond was surprised to face a well-exhausted Kidou, rubbing his red eyes and accompanied by dark rings, his hair detached already messy, and the clothes all wrinkled. He had just wakened him.

"What are you doing here ?" The chestnut asked dryly, leaning against the doorway, struggling to stand.

"Are you OK ?" The blond asked, worried.

"If we can say it. So, what are you doing here ?" Kidou repeated.

"How dare you to ask me that ? I asked you to wait not far from the stadium", Gouenji said, irritated by such a question.

Kidou stared at him for a moment, before sighing, his head falling against his chest, feeling sorry.

"I completely forgot. I'm sorry Gouenji".

The blond reacted to his name, but said nothing, judging that Kidou had to be elsewhere, and clearly disturbed by something. He sighed in his turn, scratching his head.

"Don't worry. I forgive you for this time".

He smiled at him, the chestnut giving him a little smile. He opened the door slightly to let him pass. And the blond wasn't surprised by his apartment. It was exactly as he had imagined. It was not as big as his suite, but it was for a single man like Kidou. Maybe a little too big for him. It was very spacious, and as he expected from him, everything was at its place.  And everything was nickel. Even a little too much. Gouenji walked towards the middle of the living-room, and realized how empty his apartment seemed as his own, as if there had never been anyone, no human warmth, no presence. His heart tightened. The chestnut had lived like that all this time ?