Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so I apologize in advance if it sucks. Hope you like! Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, they belong to Maki Murakami.


Chapter I - The Perfect Gift

'It's got to be perfect! Absolutely PERFECT!'

A pink-haired, purple-eyed teenage boy, was looking through a store, wearing a huge grin.

Hearing this, the boy with long, brown hair, accompanying him smiled. He loved his enthusiasm, and how happy his golden-haired, cold-eyed lover made him.

'Hiro, what do you think I should get him?'

'Well.. If you-'

'No, no! It has to be PERFECT! PERFECT!'

The pink-haired boy looked at Hiro with wide eyes, with a child like innocence to them. Hiro couldn't help but smile, once again.

'Of course, Shuichi. What do you plan on getting him?'

'I'm glad you asked that. Well, there's that sweater, this novel; then again, there's also this manga, and this CD, and that tie- Oh! It's so hard to pick just one!'

'I'm sure you'll figure something out. I wouldn't worry.'

Hiro sat down, watching Shuichi run around the store, as well as others, looking for the perfect gift for Yuki, his lover.

A young man, with golden-hair, and icy-eyes entered a bar. He sat on a stool, beside a man with paler blonde hair, and mischievous eyes. The paler blonde greeted the taller, brighter blonde.

'Eiri-san, what a pleasant surprise.'

'Surprise? You insisted I meet you here, Touma. Cut the crap, what do you want?'

'Why do I have to want something to have a drink with my favourite brother-in-law?'

'Because you always want something. I won't say it again: cut the crap.'

Touma looked down and sighed, lightly.'Got me pegged, have you?', said Touma, as he looked back up, sporting a deadly grin. Yuki stared at him.

'I'll cut straight ahead to the point then. It seems you're not doing so well, once again; I let it go the first time, but not agin. If you don't take Shindou-san out of your life, I will. I'll make good on it.'

Yuki's eyes widened, in horror coupled with shock.

'Touma... Touma, how can you do this? How can you meddle in people's lives like this, without their consent? Do you enjoy playing god. Or, do you see me as a bad child, with you playing the role of the strict father? News flash: I'm all grown up now, I don't need you to punish me. I'm capable of making my own decisions now.'

'If you're so capable of making your own decisions: why is it that you stay with Shindou-san, when it's clear it's hurting you? This is for your own good.'

Yuki's expression had softened while Touma was talking. It had become clear to him that he could not change Touma's mind, and he was completely prepared to back it up. Yuki sighed.

'Alright, Touma. I give up, you win,' Yuki sighed, once again.

'That's all I ask oni-san.'

'No, hardly anything at all,' Yuki said in a sarcastic drawl. Yuki grabbed his coat, and began to leave.

'YUKI-SAN! WAIT! DON'T GO!'

A middle-aged woman ran up to Yuki. She pulled out a novel with Yuki's picture on the back, and a pen. She stepped in front of him, blocking his way to the door. She shoved the novel and pen in front of her. Excitedly, she said, 'I thought it was you! I love your novels! I always carry one with me-' She cut herself off, when Yuki coldly pushed passed her, knocking her down.

'Yuki-san...', the woman quietly said his name, but it was too late. Yuki has disappeared into the cold night air. Touma softened, his eyes beginning to tear.

'Yuki.. You don't know how hard this is, always watching you hurt. The hardest thing to face, is that it's all my fault. I'm trying to make you feel better.. Just trying to make it better.'