TITLE- GONE.
CHAPTER 1- ACCIDENTALLY THERE.
GENRE- ANGST.
RATING- M/R DUE TO SEVERAL TOPICS OF DISCUSSION.
A/N- eh well…. I don't know, I been thinking about this for sometime, so I thought I would give it a shot… so let's see how it goes, yeah?
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"SHUICHI!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TODAY?!?!" yelled the red head. They had been trying to get Shuichi's attention for the last two hours, but nothing seem to get the teen out of his stupor.
"I'm sorry guys. Its just that Yuki has been acting really weird lately, you know? And-and, *sigh* I don't know, what if he's planning on leaving me again? What if he's sick but not telling me?" the pink haired boy panicked. "No! I have to go see him! I have to talk to him!" at this he rushed out of the NG Productions building. "I'm sorry guys! I promise I will make it up to you soon!" he called out as he dashed out, leaving a room full of confused and stunned people. On his way out of the building he almost crashed into Touhma, but he kept on running not stopping at all, until he got to his destination.
Touhma looked at the disappearing form, and went inside. Once there he saw his new band Bad Luck packing things for the day, he stopped and asked what was wrong with Shuichi.
"He seems to be worried about Yuki-san. He said Yuki-san has been acting weird lately and fears he will leave again." answered Fujisaki, who went back to packing up his synth.
"Oh, well then I better check on Eiri-san too. If he is sick he needs to see a doctor immediately. As for leaving, I doubt such a thing. He would have told me something." with that, the short blond left to fix a few errands for the day, then went off to Yuki's place.
On his way there, he worried about Yuki. He, too, had noticed something different about Yuki, but the writer wasn't willing to talk about it. Look at me! I promised Eiri-san I wouldn't worry so much about him, and at the first sign of distress in Shuichi, I go running to see what's wrong. I just hope I don't walk in on them again. Maybe they'll be arguing about something. As this thought went through his head, he heard an ambulance and moved out of its way. The sound made him nervous, specially when he saw the ambulance turn in the same direction he was going.
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Shuichi rushed into the penthouse, and into the author's study. When he opened the door he saw Yuki's eyes for the last time. As he opened the door, the author turned around holding a gun to his left temple. For one split second they both stood there, looking at each other one last time. Then the shot of a gun was heard throughout most of the complex. Shuichi could only stare as his lover fell to the ground, some of Yuki's blood had gotten to him, and stained his face and his clothes. Then Shuichi started screaming hysterically, and at the sound of the gun, neighbors had started knocking at the door frantically and praying it open, finding a hysterical teen kneeling in front of a dead blond.
"OH GOD! YUKI! YUKI!!! YUKI, NO! NO, NO, NO!!! YUKI, NO!! NO!!!" His hands roamed the corpse's bloodied face, begging the dead for the impossible. Then he desperately grabbed a cold hand a pressed it to his cheek. "YUKI, LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! PLEASE! COME BACK TO ME" frozen golden eyes stared lifelessly at Shuichi, who had now smeared his whole cheek with blood.
"YUKI!!! Yuki…" the teen sobbed uncontrollably into the dead blonde's unmoving chest. Then he pull his head up to kiss the corpse's blood stained lips, painting his own lips dark red.
"Someone already called the paramedics, they're on their way." Said one of the neighbors who had burst in at the sound of a shot.
As Touhma pulled over in front of Yuki's complex, he saw the same ambulance from before, and his heart went into overdrive, almost beating out of his chest. He hurried in, hoping that he was just being his old paranoid self. His fears, however, seemed to have become reality once he arrived at the penthouse. There at the forced open door were the paramedics trying to get in through the crown that had gathered, and he could hear the hysterical voice of his lead singer.
"No…" he whispered and made his way inside and into Yuki's study, where people were praying Shuichi off of Yuki's body. Shuichi, on the other hand, didn't want to let go, refused to do so, clutching Yuki tightly to him. "NO, NO, NO, NO!!!" He heard the teen chant. "NO YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY, NO!!! Yuki, Yuki tell them, tell them you're okay, please Yuki!" the teen begged over and over again. Finally, about three or four men got a struggling Shuichi off of Yuki. Shuichi scream louder than before trying to break free and go back to his lover. "NO! NO!!! LET GO OF ME, LET GO!!! YUKI!!!"
Touhma got closer and sobbed at the sight, there lying on the floor was Yuki, blood pouring from a hole in his left temple, there was so much blood around him, almost like a halo of red, his eyes were still open and looking at Shuichi. Shuichi was covered in blood. His right cheek had a hand like stain, his lips were almost brown from dried blood, at the knee of his cargo shorts were circles of dark, and his hands were also bloodied. Taking him out of his daze, the paramedics asked him if he knew the man.
"Yes, he-he he is, was my brother in law…" he could barely believe what was before him.
"Then we will need you or another family member to identify and claim the body later on." said the paramedic.
"Yes, of course." he said, as he saw three paramedics putting Yuki's body in a black bag, then zipping it up, putting him into the stretcher and walking right out. He followed them, got in his car and followed the now silent ambulance. Once in the hospital's morgue, he called Mika, and told her of her brother's death as gently as he could. She was eight months pregnant, and he knew this would affect her, but his family needed to know, and he knew Mika would immediately call the rest of the family. At first he heard her gasp, then an 'Oh God, no' left her lips. It took both of the best self control the could muster, and began the long process that followed a famous person's death.