"I don't forgive you, you know."

Saiou doesn't look up from the piano, simply tilts his head slightly to show that he's listening, and the other continues.

"I know I should, since it wasn't really your fault everything that happened did, but I still don't forgive you." A laugh. "Stupid, I know."

There's still no reaction from Saiou, and the speaker pauses. He licks his lips slowly before continuing.

"You're just going to sit there ignoring me, aren't you?"

At this Saiou finally turns round, looking the speaker up and down. "I'm sorry, I don't..."

"Fubuki. Fubuki Tenjouin. Asuka's brother."

A slight nod before Saiou turns away again. Fubuki moves over to stand beside him, watching pale fingers move over the keys. Part of him wants to ask what tune the other is playing, but after his earlier comments it would seem out of place.

"So do you hate me?" Saiou asks, without looking up.

Fubuki pauses, considering for a few moments before shaking his head.

"No. Not hate. I'm not quite sure what feel about you." Another laugh. "To think. Half the school comes for me for emotional advice, and I don't even know what I'm feeling."

No reaction. Fubuki wrinkles his nose and glances at Saiou's face. Saiou's eyes are closed, and if he wasn't still playing Fubuki might consider that he'd fallen asleep sitting up. Not that he would blame Saiou for that, after everything that's happened in the past few days.

"And yet if I blame you for everything else, why would I not blame you for that?" he asks.

At first there's no reaction, and then Saiou flicks open one eye slowly, raising an eyebrow. This time there's no reaction from Fubuki, lost in his own musings. Saiou returns to his playing, looking up at Fubuki every now and again.

Fubuki remains silent for a while, before asking "Was there ever anything between you and Edo?"

This gets a definite reaction. Saiou's fingers slip on the keys and he curses under his breath. "I suppose you could say that."

A nod from Fubuki. "Ah. Another time then, perhaps."

And with that, Fubuki is gone, leaving Saiou to wonder if, had his answer been different, he would have been left with more than words.