Ryuichi sat on the phone the rest of the day and waited for a message from K, but the phone remained silent. When no one had reported in the evening, he finally switched on the police: the police radio was tapped by the press and so they heard something from Ryuichi's daughter for the first time. Immediately the curiosity was piqued and they made their way to Ryuichi's apartment.
The police had now reached him and took down the missing person report. "Well, Mr. Sakuma, we can't promise you, but we will do our best." "Thank you." Ryuichi said goodbye and closed the door. He went to the living room and sank down on the couch, exhausted. "Is Ryu okay or do you need something? A tea or coffee?" "No thanks, Shuchan.", He answered the question with a very slight smile. The night passed without the Nittle Grasper singer giving a thought to going to sleep. He sat on the couch and flicked through the television program, as soon as he heard noise in the hallway he looked out in the hope that his little daughter would come through the door. But nobody got to the top. Shuichi had already said goodbye to the bedroom a few hours ago. Ryuichi got up and walked restlessly through the apartment, he stopped in front of Mireille's room and sighed softly. He opened the door and entered the room with a queasy feeling, he wasn't sure if he would ever see his daughter again. Everything looked like she would come back any moment and yet he had the feeling that he was telling him he would never see her again. Dejected, he sat down on the desk chair and looked around, since he had not turned on the light, everything was wrapped in an endless darkness. Shuichi woke up again and went around the apartment looking for Ryuichi. He walked slowly into the nursery. "Do you want to stay alone?" Shuichi asked quietly.Ryuichi was startled, shook his head and got up again. "Shuichi, do you mean she ran away from home?" "No way, she didn't even take things with her.", The young singer replied promptly.
The press kept getting closer to the two of them. “Let's go to the nice Shuchan.” The big one hugged the pink-haired one. Both slowly walked into the bedroom and Ryuichi changed, then they climbed under the covers and cuddled together. Shuichi snuggled closer to Ryuichi, who put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him even closer.