Feverish to the point of near-delusion, barefoot and clothed only in pajamas, he stumbled down the familiar path – away from the school and towards a concert hall that still had yet to be demolished. It was raining heavily and he was soaked to the bone, hair matted down and clothes sticking to his skin.

It was late and most of the school residents were in their rooms, unaware that someone was out wandering around in the rain. Most of all the one who the fevered youth was trying to find. In his state he couldn't think logically – naturally one would think he'd find the one he was looking for in his room. But the fever clouded his brain, bringing up only fear and the desperate need to feel safe again.

The concert hall was safe. It had become their secret place and one had to wonder if perhaps Gii's influence kept the building still standing.

Takumi stumbled into the building – the doors unlocked. It was empty inside and cold. It was dark and the rainy weather had chased away the moonlight, so no beams could enter the windows. He collapsed against one of the pillars, legs refusing to hold his ill body any further. Breath came out in soft, labored pants. He shook, sick and now chilled with the rain. His eyes were hazy with the fever that plagued him, unseeing the dark room around him. Lips tinged with blue were parted, though too frozen to even murmur a single word.

A single tear traced down one fever-reddened cheek.

Gii…

Saki Giichi sighed as he stared at the mountain of paperwork on the table. He really shouldn't have let himself get talked into helping to organize yet another festival. He had enough on his plate and he really wanted to be with Takumi – his poor boyfriend had developed a fever and he really wanted to be with him (Misu had oddly been more than happy to leave the two of them alone for a little while, though he'd been sure to tell Gii that he'd be back soon as they both had work to do for the festival). But here he was, with no Takumi at his side and nothing but a mountain of papers.

"You're ridiculous," Misu commented icily. "Go see him. You've read the same page for too long."

He nearly rolled his eyes as Gii promptly abandoned him to the pile of paperwork to go see his lover.

Gii gently knocked on the door to Takumi and Misu's room, opening it carefully after not hearing a reply. Perhaps Takumi was asleep? He'd wanted to stay with him but the ill boy had just smiled and said he was going to sleep and that Gii should go do his work.

"Takumi?" he whispered, not wanting to disturb the other should he actually be asleep.

The room was empty, no sign of anyone there.

Takumi's cell phone lay forgotten on the bed.

Takumi couldn't bring himself to move. It was too cold and he was too weak. The fever was draining him and he wanted Gii to be there – he wanted to feel the others arms around him, making him feel safe and warm again.

But Gii wasn't there and the fever made the shadows on the wall and the sound of the rain all the more terrifying. It felt hard to breathe and like everything was closing in.

Gii…help me…

It hadn't taken long to round up their little band of mutual friends and they had all split off, searching everywhere for one wayward sick Takumi. They kept in touch with their cell phones, checking off Takumi's favorite places to be one by one. Umbrellas ended up not helping too much with the current weather and they were half-soaked by the time they regrouped in the greenhouse.

"Where have we not looked? Do you think he's gone back to the room yet?" asked Akaike.

"Shingyouji and I will return to the room," Misu stated. He was in one of those moods lately where he didn't want his pet to be too far from him if it wasn't absolutely necessary. "Perhaps Hayama has returned."

"The rest of us will keep looking," Toshihisa replied. They split off again, braving the rain to continue searching for the wayward one.

"Gii, where could Hayama have gone?" Akaike asked as they followed the Saki heir. "We've looked everywhere!"

"One more place," Gii replied, picking up his pace a little bit. "One more place to look."

Takumi, please be there!

Takumi's hands lay limp at his side, the boy looking so very much like a puppet with the strings cut. Occasionally his fingers twitched and a shuddering exhale of breath escaped his lips. He wasn't thinking about anything at this point, too far gone in the fever. He didn't react as the door to the music hall flew open.

"Concert Hall? They still haven't demolished this?" Akaike murmured in surprise. "Gii – "

But Gii wasn't listening to him, already moving ahead and opening the doors with a strong push. He was already at his limit – if Takumi wasn't here he didn't know what he would do.

It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the darkness of the concert hall. Gii dropped his umbrella and ignored the shocked noises from his companions as he rushed toward the broken-looking form against a far pillar. He dropped to his knees, choking back tears as he beheld the sight before him. Takumi looked so horribly broken. He could see that the smaller boy's eyes were open but he was unsure if Takumi was actually aware of anything around him.

Gii gathered the limp form into his arms – growing more concerned with each passing minute. Takumi was so cold and shivers wracked his lithe frame. He didn't know whether to be more worried or thankful that Takumi didn't so much as flinch (there were still occasions when he did this, even when it was Gii touching him).

"Takumi," he murmured, brushing wet strands of hair from the other's face. "Takumi, can you hear me? It's ok now, I've got you. You're safe now."

His reassuring murmurs turned to frantic cries of alarm as Takumi's fever-glazed eyes slowly fell shut.

A/N: Not entirely sure how this matches up timeline wise. I'm only familiar with the movies and have vaguely based it at some point after the 3rd one. So needless to say, there's probably going to be things thrown in from 4 and 5 as well. Recently decided to jump into the fandom headfirst because why not? Do wish I was able to find a better quality of the 3rd movie since that one's my favorite…

Also despite how it may seem, I don't plan to write any death. I'm not that cruel. Forever sour about the second movie thing...