Author's Note: Hey, everyone! It's been awhile since PDA v2 and thanks to everyone for showing it so much love. Now, PDA v3 is a continuation of said story so hopefully it's not too hard to follow - at least for those that read the first story. To the newcomers, welcome! For any questions, it might be better for you to start out with PDA 2.

This story has a rating of T but that could possibly go up for safety reasons (i.e suggestive dialogue, innuendos and etc). This is also a slash story so dont go freaking out on me or thinking this was trap (=_=)


Dreaming had been difficult.

"I'm sorry. Can we please talk about this at home?"

The conversation never did happen. Instead, the reunion happened to be anything but warm. If anything, there was nothing but red. It stood out exceptionally well against the cold, white tile of that facility room. Despite the chaos of it, the android was supposed to come online when his name was spoken; however, he jay lay there unresponsive to the world around him.

"A-Ace…" It didn't matter if the teen's voice came out as a broken whisper. "Ace."

The PDA had always responded before. He responded after being submerged in water. He even responded and functioned after being riddled with holes. Despite all that happened, this had been much different.

The dizzying smell and taste of bile reminded the other that this wasn't some nightmare. This was all too real.

"C-can we talk about this at home?"

The raven-haired droid never did make it back. The pinkette found his PDA's pale form laying on a metal table.

"Ace…?" It was hard to wrap his mind around the sight of it. "Ace?" The PDA was never this silent. "Ace." None of this was normal; none of this right. "Ace!"

Waking with a start, hazel eyes peered up at the ceiling before lazily sweeping across a hotel room. They then landed upon the fiery, orange head of hair. Making out the faint sound of slumber, the one that was awake slid out of bed when he saw that it was a quarter to ten. Catching the end of his shirt poking out from underneath the chair, he knelt down to find his shoes as well before looking up as he heard the soft creak of springs.

"Well, good morning there," came the sleep-laden greeting. "Don't-"

"You unplugged the alarm clock again," came the less than amiable response.

"But of course, Robbie," the other said as they got out of bed. "You're cute when you're sleeping." The pinkette grumbled under his breath as he tugged on his underwear he had found on the dresser. He then put on his pants as the other said, "You're rather cute in bed and-"

"Aster, shut up."

"That's not cute, Robbie."

"I said to shut up, Aster." Noting tattooed arms draped over his shoulders, Robert sighed irritably. "Just an FYI, you shouldn't get so close," he said. "This is the last time this is happening."

"If you're mad about the damn clock-"

"No, Aster; I'm just done. When I'm with you it's-"

"Awesome? The best time of your life?"

"How about a pain in my ass? Literally I might add," Robert stated as he raked his fingers through his hair. "I'm just… I'm just done."

"But with what?" Aster growled, tightening his hold along the skinnier male. "You can't just…just break this off!"

"You say it as if we were dating." Hazel eyes shifted to regard the pair being reflected in the mirror. "Meeting up at bars and coming to hotels does not constitute as dating. Not once have I ever been to your place-"

"Nor have I to yours," Aster interjected.

"That's beside the point," Robert said prior to shrugging the other off. "I'm not someone that enjoys being a call boy." A scowl then settled on his face as he heard a snicker. "I'm not, Aster."

"No one said you were," he said hastily, watching as his simmering lover toe on his shoe. "Is that why you are mad?"

Robert held out his hand. "Hand it over." He then glanced at the shirtless man eyeing him. "Give me my phone."

"What makes you think I have it?"

Scowling once more as he pulled on his second shoe, Robbie held out his hand again. "Give it to m-" Both glanced at the door as they hear a series of knocks. "Give me my-!"

"Housekeeping!" came a nasally voice.

"We're good, thanks!"


"Goddammit…" Seeing how Robert favored self-grooming over answering the door, Aster massaged the side of his head as the high-pitched voice called out once more. "Look, don't need – oh…"

"Yeah, oh."

Orange eyes narrowed somewhat as dark grey ones panned over to regard the pink-haired male rubbing at the hickey on his neck. Attention then focused on Aster once again when he tried to slam the door shut.

"I've been waiting outside for a solid two hours."

"Good morning, Kai," Robert said as he continued his grooming.

"How did you even know we were here?" Aster groused, watching as the newcomer strolled in uninvited.

"I told him where we would be last night," Robert said, breaking the tense silence that had befell the room momentarily. "It was just a precaution for if you tried something stupid."

"I don't do anything stu-"

"You're going to be late for work," Kaito interrupted after a quick glance of his phone. "Can we go now?"

"I need to find my phone first."

Dark eyes shifted towards the shirtless man that was still scowling at Robert. "Give him back his phone."

"I don't have it."

"Give it back."

"Or what?" Aster questioned as he took a step towards the purplette. "What are you gonna do?"


"Relax, Neroma," Robert said after pulling the missing device from his lover's back pocket. "We can go now."

"Good; smells funny in here," Kai muttered as he eased his sunglasses onto his eyes. "Let's go. I have a spare set of clothes for you in the car," he added as he walked out into the hall. "If we leave now, we can swing by my place and you can use the shower then-"

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Neroma."

Following his friend's lead, Robert glanced back at Aster when his arm was seized. He then rolled his eyes as the door was slammed shut by him being shoved against it.

"Why are you breaking up with me?" Robert simple averted his gaze. "Why-?!"

"We were never dating so this isn't a break up."

"Why are you breaking up with m-!"

Swatting the hand from his wrist, Rob rubbed the reddened area momentarily. "It's simple really. I don't love you. Hell, I only tolerate you when you're around due to the fact that you're good in – " He bit his tongue. " – it doesn't really matter."

Gritting his teeth, Aster grabbed the other by the wrist once more. "Why are you breaking up with me?" he questioned.

"I told you already."

"What's the real reason?"

"You're annoying."

"The real reason."

"You're cocky," Robert said. "You're brash; you're hostile at times.

"What's the real-!"

"I don't love you."

"Look at me when you say that!"

Sighing quietly, Robert's deadpan gaze met the other pair. "Fine; I don't love you. Hell, I can hardly stand to listen to you speak. We don't have similar tastes, hobbies, or interests. The thing good about you is – "He bit his tongue again. "It doesn't matter really. I'm done. I'm done meeting in bars and hooking up in hotels. I'm done waking up covered in marks and being sore. I'm done."

"Why are you bre-"

"What more do you want me to say?! Do you want me to say I hate you?" Orange eyes narrowed subtly. "I don't love you. I don't like you. You're a pain in my ass and, yeah, it was fun for a time but I'm done. This is over so let go of me before I'm even later for w-"

"Who's Ace, Robert?"

The pinkette narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, asshole. Who is Ace?"

"No one important."

"Sure as hell seems important since you go around mumbling that name in your sleep!" Aster snapped, tightening his hold on Robert's wrist. "So, I'll ask again, who the hell is Ace?"

"I don't owe you any explanations."

"Who's Ace?"

"You're going to make me later than I already am."

"I don't give a f – who is Ace?!"

Sucking his teeth at the third degree, Robert wrenched his arm back. "Look, I don't know how many times I'm going to have to say this before you get it through that concrete skull of your but take a hint and beat it!" He then pushed the man back when he came too close. "I'm done and when I walk out the door, don't bother me anymore."

Aster clenched his jaw as the pinkette turned the knob. "Don't do this, Robert. You're making a big mistake."

"Yeah, well, now I'm fixing it," came the reply.

Watching the door close, Aster made his way to the exit before pausing as he heard his cellphone ring. Grabbing the knob, he glanced at the ringing device before sighing heavily as he trudged across the room to answer the phone.

"What?" he griped.

"Well, good morning to you too, IV. Sounds like someone didn't get any last-"

"What the hell do you want, Tre?"

"Just calling for a status update is all."

"I don't have them yet."

"Well, maybe-"

"Maybe you should leave me the hell alone and I'll report in when I feel like it."

"You know that's not how this-!"

Staring at the 'Call Ended' flashing on his screen, Aster raked his fingers through his hair before throwing the phone at the wall. Making his way to the window as the phone sparked from the abuse, orange eyes watched as car left out of the parking lot.

"Made a big mistake, Robert..."

"I really wish you wouldn't smoke in my car." Glancing at the one that exhaled a cloud of noxious smoke, Kaito grabbed a hold of the cigarette and tossed it out his window. "That's a terrible habit, you know?"

"What are you, my mother?" Robert questioned.

"I might as well be your father seeing how I'm always picking you up!" Watching Robert tensed at the mentioning of said role, Kai sighed audibly. "Sorry' that wasn't called for." He was then quiet for a time. "Was it that hard to break up with him? Aster I mean."


"Do you wanna talk about it?"


"Are you sure?"

"Why are you even worried?" Robert asked as he went to light another cigarette. "I don't need – hey, that's my last one." Tossing out the last cigarette, Kai glanced at his best friend before sighing once more. "I hate when you sigh like that, Kaito."

"Well, I hate you hooking up with random people."

"What, jealous?" Robert asked, watching the purplette from the corner of his eye. He then slowly traced a finger down the man's arm. "There's no need to be, you know? I'll always like you best."

Coming to a stop at a traffic light, Kai brushed off the other's touch. "I've told you before, I'm not – look, when we get back to my place, just shower up and I'll make you breakfast, ok?"

"Do I get to eat it in bed too?" Robbie asked, glancing at his grimacing friend. "It'll almost be like we're a marr-"

"Don't finish that statement." Driving down the road at the greenlight, Kaito glanced at the other to see him looking out the window. Sensing the weary yet apathetic aura coming from his friend, Kai focused on the road before asking, "Any idea what today is?"

"A Tuesday."


"Are you asking me out?" Robert questioned before laughing dryly at his own lame joke. "It's March 29th.


"And what?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Kai glanced at his friend to see the usual deadpan expression he had grown accustomed to over that last ten years. "It's your birthday."

"My birthday…?" Robert parroted slowly. "Oh, you mean that thing I don't celebrate."

"You're enthusiasm is contagious, Harukana. At any rate, do you have any plans?"


"You're seriously working on your birthday?"

"It's not like I have anything else to do on the day I don't care to celebrate."

"You loved your birthday when we were kids."

"Well, I'm not a child," Robert countered as they pulled up to the purplette's place. "If you don't mind, I'll go back to my place."

"We're already here," Kaito stated as he climbed out the car. "Just stay already."

Holding up his hand as he started to walk away, Robert waved Kaito off. "I'll take the bus home. Thanks for the lift, Neroma."

"Hold on a second!" Kai shouted. "At least come get your things!"

Continuing down the street, Robert gave a curt wave before rounding the corner. Once at the bus stop, he took a seat on the bench prior to combing his hand through his hair.

He hadn't had the desire to celebrate his birthday in years. He had a birthday wish years ago but, seeing how it could never come true, it left him with an empty feeling. Since then, there wasn't much to celebrate. He couldn't fathom the idea of celebrating the fact that someone was a year older; a year closer to dying. On the other hand, he couldn't see himself celebrating on the same day of breaking up with a lover.

With that in mind, Robert reached for another cigarette before recalling how Kaito tossed his last one out the window. Sucking his teeth as the bus pulled up, he rose to his feet with the conclusion that he'd pick up another pack after work. Hell, he'd even have a drink after the morning he had.