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"Argument" A.K.A. "Angst Fest" A.A.K.A. "Shinobu Gets Angsty"

It had been days, but Shinobu couldn't get it out of his mind. He'd over analyzed it until it was bleeding and torn, just a lump of confusion, somewhere in his mind. And Mitsuru hadn't helped things by going away for the week, leaving Shinobu right after it'd happened. For the first time in a while Shinobu's usually calm mind-set was unnerved and he needed to concentrate on other things to distract his frustration. He knew it wasn't like him, usually very patient he couldn't wait for Mitsuru to come back to the dorm. Shinobu needed him, needed him for this week. He couldn't even be sure what Mitsuru had meant or if he was being serious. But to Shinobu, and he hoped with all his heart it was true, is sounded like Mitsuru had been serious when he'd said it. Even then, a few quiet words hidden in a feud fueled by anger, Mitsuru had sounded dead serious.

"Will you be quiet?" Mitsuru said loudly, "I'm just going for a week! I'll be back before you know it and we can get started on it then!"

"Yes, you'll be gone a week! The exact week that this had to happen! You knew about it for months! Why are you leaving now?" Shinobu said in and uncharacteristically loud voice.

In room 210

"Are they still going at it, Suka?" Shun asked Kazuya as the latter sat studying at a kotatsu.

"Yes," he replied, and Shun pushed the earplugs further in his ears. They were just cheap enough to allow Suka's words to penetrate, but also good enough to block most of the shouting from the next room. "Just like yesterday," Suka continued, "I don't see why Shinobu can't drop the subject, it's getting really hard to study and I already flunked a math test earlier today because of their late night squabbling last night!"

"Well, Suka, I guess you can't blame them. Shinobu-sempai is under a lot of pressure.

Just then there was a crash as something in the other room hit the wall the two rooms shared and, from the sound of it, had shattered.

"Shun," Kazuya tried to control his temper, "they're throwing things now." Suka made a face that showed displeasure, irritation and much more. "I'm going to go ask them to tone it down, since I'm the new R.A."

"Good luck, Suka-chan!" Shun called from his bunk as Kazuya left the room.

Room 211

Shinobu was sitting quietly on the bottom bed and Mitsuru was standing nearby with a packed suitcase.

"You know I need you here." Shinobu muttered, slumped looking down into his lap, "You promised you'd be here," his voice rose and his lip trembled, "You're my greatest support!"

"I know I promised!" Mitsuru countered, "Something came up!" Shinobu's face showed betrayal and deep hurt.

"Something big enough to excuse leaving your best friend out on his own? You know what this week means to me. I've said it before; you know I need you here! How could you just leave your best friend of more than three years!"

"Shinobu," Mitsuru said quietly, "I know we're best friends, but you wouldn't believe me even if I told you." Mitsuru sighed in frustration, "I have to go now." And he turned toward the door.

CRASH!

A lamp flew past Mitsuru's head and hit the wall dividing their room and the one Shun and Suka shared.

"You'll have to pay for that," Mitsuru said quietly, hating being in the position of the sensible one when he was usually the one acting childish.

"I don't care!" Shinobu yelled. "I don't care because you don't care! You don't care about me, or what I'm going through! You go and work out your personal issues, because you aren't a true friend! You don't love me at all!"

Mitsuru's violet eyes widened at the accusation as Shinobu looked up in shock at what had come out of his own mouth. Shinobu grabbed his blankets and pillow from the bed he was sitting on and buried his face in them, hating his irrationality, but at the same time feeling freed by it. Reaching over, Mitsuru pulled the blankets down to Shinobu's lap and looking straight into Shinobu's icy blue eyes said quietly but forcefully,

"You're wrong, Shinobu," his voice ragged from the shouting, "I love you very much." Gazing with intensity into his roommate's eyes Mitsuru turned quickly and picked up his suitcase just as Kazuya opened the door and came halfway into the room.

"Well, I was going to ask you guys to be quieter, but I guess you did that on your own." Suka coughed in embarrassment.

Neither sempai said anything, Mitsuru just walked past Hasukawa and Shinobu stared down at his hands, in an emotional low after his outburst. He rarely showed emotion, and when he did it left him drained for hours afterward. Shinobu sat for a moment and then felt something wet hit the back of his hand and thought absently about a leak in the ceiling. He raised a hand to his wet face and realized that he was crying. Touching his sticky cheeks again he felt ashamed for yelling and crying. He felt lost, lost because Mitsuru had left. Hardly daring to think of Mitsuru's parting words Shinobu slowly lay down on the bunk and fell asleep, exhausted.

His breathing slowed and he quietly cried himself to sleep. And after that the only movement for hours was Shun coming in to check on Shinobu. Shun flicked the light out as he spoke quietly to the semi-dark room.

"Why don't they admit to themselves? Suka's the only one left who's fooled." Shun shook his head, glancing once more at the sleeping Shinobu as he shut the door and the room was enveloped in soft blue-gray darkness.