Mireille looked at Shuichi with wide eyes. "I think that's mean that you didn't tell me that you knew my father!" The younger singer looked at her startled, but then said after thinking: "I didn't even know that Ryuichi had a daughter!" the older singer leaned against the door frame and looked at the two of them. "Mireille, I have to protect him, I really didn't tell anyone and nobody knows, only those who are very close to me and Shuichi you belong to that so I don't mind that you know." Big one smiled at the smaller one and now gestured for both of them to step into the apartment.

Shuichi entered slowly and shyly and looked around after he had taken off his shoes, the little one grabbed his hand and pulled him through the apartment at a fast pace. The two arrived in the living room and she stopped abruptly and pushed the pink-haired man onto the sofa.
"Please treat our guest a little more gently, otherwise Shu-chan will have a heart attack and what do we do then?"Mireille, however, was just not paying any attention to her father. She sat down in an armchair across from Shuichi. From the sofa, Shuichi looked around the room. It was a large room with a couch in one corner, the sofa found space in it, Diagonally opposite on the right-hand side hangs a large-screen television, a dining table is about three meters in front of the other couch on which there are six chairs and the whole room is laid out with parquet. The pink-haired man admired the furniture taste of his great idol very much, he liked the apartment it was big and spacious here and yet this apartment exuded a certain warmth. He was so absorbed in his analysis that he didn't even notice how he was being addressed. "Shu-chan. Do you want something to drink? "Since the person addressed didn't react, Ryuichi shook his shoulder lightly. The smaller one now jumped up." Oh, I'm sorry, my thoughts were so deep. "" Not bad Shu, I asked you if you wanted to have a drink or something to eat."" If you have, I'll have a coffee. "Ryuichi nodded and went into the kitchen to make the coffee." You Shuichi? "
"Yes what is it?", He looked at his counterpart because she had spoken to him.
"Why do you look so sad?"
"What? I don't look sad at all, I'm even grinning."
"You are a good actor."
"Huh? Why that now."
"Well your eyes look so sad ..."

"Mireille leave that, Shuichi would say if something is wrong, am I not right Shu-chan?" Ryuichi handed the singer the cup with the coffee, who just nodded and looked at him carefully. “He's completely different on stage and in the studio, he's strange, but that's probably what's fascinating about him.” The older singer's gaze is now a lot on paper and pens that were on the table. "You two don't want to paint here?" He asked now in a childlike voice. "But dad, you paint on the floor again and then we have to scrub the whole floor again until we get it off.", admonished his daughter." But you didn't enjoy Mireille the last time or why are you such a spoilsport? "
The addressed looked slightly caught. "It was fun, but we have visitors."
"That's not a problem, he and I have already painted together in the studio."
"That's right, your father painted a large self-portrait on the floor in Studio 5 back then," admitted the pink-haired man.
"Okay, but please take care that you stay on the paper."
With a cry of joy, Ryuichi picked up the pens and paper and began to paint.
"I'm sorry Shuichi, but when he's like that I just can't refuse him a wish, especially when he looks at you with his big googly eyes." Mireille smiles at him.