And covered his eyes with her hands. “Now play,” she said.

“I don’t see how I’ll be any better.”

“Just play,” she said again.

So Yuji did and he sucked again as he thought he would.

“You aren’t listening,” Megan said “Listen,” she said and started to hum one of the band’s songs. “Listen to the beat if there is none from music listen to your heart.”

“Hold it. She said what?” Akira stopped the other, laughing. “She did not tell you to listen to your heart. That’s too cheesy,” he said pulling on yet another pair of skinning jeans that he was told to try on and show off to make sure they were all good to go.

“She did. I know exactly what it sounds like and trust me it was just as cheesy back then but it is what she said,” Yuji insisted, knocking on the door. “Don’t forget to come out. I want to see them all.”

Akira rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. So what happened after that?”

Yuji laughed “I was still shit. I was shit for a really long time, but she made me play blind that entire time never once letting me see. And over time I got good. That’s when-“ Yuji stopped, he looked lost in thought about what had happened in the past. He liked that Akira was clearly interested in him and his past but he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to say the next part, but then he remembered Akira’s face when he had been forced to talk about his scar. “That’s when she got sick, cancer,” he said and looked down at his feet. “She started to leave and got to the hospital rather than coming and training me. So I continued on without her. I used whatever I could to keep my eyes shut. When- when she was about to die she called me to the hospital. I almost didn’t show up, but something told me I should go.”

Megan laid in her bed, weak and tired looking. She looked like she was just holding on and when Yuji walked into the room she seemed to hold on just a little bit tighter. “Yu-yu…” she whispered and held her hand up for Yuji to take.

Yuji moved quickly and grabbed her hand. “Yeah Megan?” he asked, having known her for two years he felt like the last place he wanted to be was here, “what is it?” he asked.

“You’re ready, okay?” she whispered, her voice getting softer so that he had to lean in to hear her.

“Ready? For what?” he asked.

“To play without the blindfolds. To play with your eyes open,” she said, taking deep breaths between words. “You can listen much better now, so you’ll be able to pay like no tomorrow with your eyes open as long as you keep listening, okay?” she said, closing her eyes.

Yuji licked his lips and nodded, “okay,” he said and held her hand until the other’s life slipped out of her.

“Oh, Yuji…” Akira started before stepping out of the changing room in the most pleated and crimson of skirts yet. He moved over and kissed the man’s cheek.

Yuji shook his head, catching Akira’s lips lightly and briefly. “It’s okay. She was right,” he chuckled lightly, “I played like a demon out of hell after that,” he explained and glanced towards the door before glancing around the shop before pushing the other into the dressing room and following him in. “You know, you really shouldn’t wear such skimpy outfits, could really turn a guy on.” He said, kissing Akira on the cheek, right next to the corner of his lips. He pushed the other back gently, pushing him against the wall and hesitantly placing his hands on Akira’s waist.

Akira gave a soft smile, until the other pushing him back into the dressing room, “Yuji!” he cried out, blushing when he heard what Yuji said, “Shut up. It would not.”

“Trust me it can and has,” Yuji said and moved to kiss the other, softly. His lips just barely touching Akira’s “Is it okay for us to just make out for the moment?” he asked, “nothing crazy…” he assured.

Akira blinked, a bit shocked that he was even being asked. “I- well, um…” he bit his lip, “I don’t know about the Yuji, I mean… what about the cameras?” he asked, fidgeting slightly between Yuji and the wall.

Yuji shrugged, “so what? We are boyfriend and girlfriend, what should they care?” he asked, “just more proof on our end.”

Akira nodded, “Well yeah, I suppose that is true, but… I… just not here, okay?” he asked, looking down, “I’m just scared that maybe… perhaps, you know… I might, um.” He said and nodded down towards his crotch, “give myself away?”

Yuji looked down as well and nodded, “this is a good point. Yeah, okay. I’ll give if you give me a kiss,” he said, smirking “I won’t let you go otherwise.”

Akira smiled, though he did his best to hold it back. “Hmmm, I don’t know about that.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to see if you are going to give yourself away, now aren’t we?” he asked, moving down to kiss the other on the neck, but Akira stopped him.

“Okay! Okay!” he said and moved, nearly smashing his lips into the other's.

Yuji smirked into the kiss and kissed back, licking the other’s bottom lip gently, wanting the other to open his mouth, attempting to make out with the other.

However, Akira stopped him once again and moved his head back, though very slowly. “Yuji. Please… though I’m very pleased,” he whispered. “But you said you wouldn’t.”

Yuji smiled and nodded, “yeah, yeah, I understand. Get dressed. I like these outfits. We are getting them,” he said and headed out of the dressing room, letting Akira do what he needed to get back to his usual self.

Akira blushed again and nodded, “okay.” He said and waited until the door was closed and he could dress again. He got redressed and handed Yuji the clothes, “because I’m not buying them.” He chuckled and headed over to the register where Yuji indeed bought the clothes.