"We're over, Shuuichi." Yuki said, picking up his black trench coat and throwing it over one shoulder.
Heading towards the door, he looked down to see a bawling Shuuichi, whose eyeliner was running down in duo praying streaks.
Shuuichi woke with a start, as Hiro shook him awake. He was in one of the seats of their tour bus, heading home, luggage tied up in the back all together.
Breathing out a sigh of relief, Shuuichi closed his eyes to clear his mind, as Hiro looked over at him, from the seat directly before Shuuichi.
"Bad dream again, huh?"
Shuuichi nodded dimly, opening his eyes.
Reaching over from Shuuichi's left, Ryuuichi embraced his idol in a warm hug. "Wanna talk about it?" he murmured into Shuuichi's ear, just soft enough so Tohma and Noriko could not hear him from the seats behind them. "I can make it all sparkle…"
Of course Shuuichi couldn't expect Ryuuichi of all people to be mature at a time like this, as he held up a pink stuffed rabbit in Shuuichi's face.
Shaking his head no, Shuichi tried to turn away from the offending fluff, however, Ryuuichi pulled the stuffed animal back into position and placed it in front of Shuuichi and in a very Kumagoro-like voice he said, "What's wrong Shuuichi-sama? Is it Yuki again?"
Looking out the window, Shuuichi decided to ignore the stuffed animal that was currently "talking" to him, as he watched people pass by as they walked in the streets as they whizzed by, passing them, watching them, yet not truly seeing anything at all but a dark haze, foreboding and discomfortingly pressing down on the shoulders of the earth.
The van retched against the asphalt as it halted, the passengers slipping forward slightly as the momentum reeled them in their seats before the seatbelts caught, pushing them back into the chairs.
Hiro unbuckled his belt, grabbing the bag beside him as he slid the door open, jumping out. "Our stop Shuuichi. Come on."
He headed to the back of the trailer, unlocking it to remove his and the redheads bags, as he tossed his onto the sidewalk. Handing it to the singer, he glanced down, and gave him a small smile. He'd been in almost a daze the entire trip, weaving in and out of nightmares brought on by lonesome nights and dreary days apart from his one and only. "See you tomorrow, Shuu-kun?"
He nodded before going up the steps and into the building that held his and Yuki's apartment, he headed upstairs with his suitcase in hand and a bag of souvenirs at his side.
Walking in, after he had just come back from their tour, he found Yuki Eiri, his lover, sitting on the couch in front of the blinking blue screen of the TV. He sat in the darkness, as he switched through the channels, searching for the right channel to fit his mood, never staying on one channel too long before changing it, just enough to get the feel of what the storyline was about.
"Yuki?" Shuuichi had called, pulling his rolling suitcase over the thresh hold of the door.
He knew from all of the beer bottles that Yuki was either drunk or had not moved from inside the house in days.
A bright red, yellow-gold light flashed brightly before diminishing; as Yuki inhaled a deep breathe from a lit cigarette.
Looking up, he looked at Shuuichi who still stood next to his suitcase, as he wheeled it into the room.
Then he noticed Yuki was holding his blue blanket and had it wrapped around him, as he leaned deeply into the couch. Leaning the suitcase back on the non-sliding pegs on the base, he slipped on a pair of house slippers and quietly headed towards the couch where his lover sat gazing at the flashing screen.
Kneeling down before Yuki, Shuuichi took his large hand within his two small ones, bringing it to his lips and kissing the fingers lightly.
Quickly, Yuki jumped, looking immediately down at the pink haired boy kneeling before him.
Since when had Shuuichi gotten home? He had not seen him until he was practically right on top of him.
"Yuki?" the singer asked, softly, gazing up at him.
"Hmm?" Yuki murmured, leaning his head back and resting his eyes.
"May I…?" Shuuichi asked timidly, directing his hand towards the spot beside Yuki on the couch.
Nodding slowly, he moved his laptop from where his lover indicated, pulling the covers back for Shuuichi to climb under and share with him.
Sliding in besides his lover, he laid his head down on Yuki's broad chest, as a strong arm wrapped around his waist.
Gazing nonchalantly down at the hand that started massaging his side and stomach in a comforting fashion, he noticed that Yuki's hand and forearm was completely bandaged.
Pushing that away to bring up later, the pink-haired boy melted into the writer's embrace as he slowly slipped into the world of dreams besides the man that made his life a dream.
The next morning, Shuuichi awoke to find Yuki still underneath him.
Not fully understanding this, for it had never happened before, the idol reached up to feel his lover's forehead and recoiled quickly.
He was burning up.
Looking about him, he noticed that the floor was covered in a dried brown red, and the couch was doused in crimson.
Blood dripped from the corpse, from the couch, from the walls, from the floor. It dripped everywhere it could touch.
Running to fetch a cold washcloth, Shuuichi grabbed up the cordless phone in the kitchen on his way back from the bath.
Softly, he put the washing rag on his head, as he turned to call the doctor, shouldering the phone as he hit a dial tone, so he could watch Yuki and keep wiping the rag against his neck and face before returning it to his forehead.
He wouldn't be losing his Yuki because he had been stupid once again.
Then, a voice interrupted his thought process, as a woman asked him the question on which doctor he was calling to see.
"Miss Maiko Shindo, please." Shuuichi pleaded into the receiver. Maybe his younger sister being a nurse could help him.
"Please hold sir." The nurse stated, as she pressed a red button along with a white button.
"Miss Shindo, you have a call on line one, Miss Shindo, line one." She spoke into the receiver, which broadcasted it around the hospital.
A few minutes later, a young woman with long red hair that pulled back into a ponytail appeared before the secretary. As soon as she arrived, the aid handed her the phone. She took it, smiling as she greeted the caller with a smile and a happy sounding, "Hello, This is Ms. Shindo. How may I help you?"
Her face slowly dropped as her brother began to describe what had happened to his lover. "Can I assume that you don't have a car?" Nodding she said, "Give him two aspirin smashed in water. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Agreeing, she and her brother hung up at the exact same moment.
Looking towards the aid, Maiko leaned over the counter and set the phone back on its cradle. "I'm going to have to leave early. My brother just called. His boyfriend is having symptoms of either an over dose or a really horrid head cold and requested that I come immediately."
As she walked away the secretary and the aid looked at one another and then back at her.
'Did she just say her brother's BOYFRIEND?'
Maiko grabbed the subway, as she was in a rush to examine Yuki in order to help him.
As the subway's doors opened, she saw Shuuichi's best friend, Hiro, standing before her, staring in shock.
"Hi, Mai, long time no see. Why are you in town?" he asked, as he stepped into the train.
"Shuuichi called. Something's wrong with Yuki."
Shocked, as soon as the doors opened, Hiro rushed her to his motorcycle, "We'll take this, it'll move faster."
Finally arriving at the apartment, Maiko rushed up the 5 flights of stairs to her brother's part of the building.
Coming to a stop, she reached up to knock, and as her hand descended, the door swung open to reveal a very overly worried Shuuichi, whom immediately began dragging his younger sister towards his lover in order for her to examine him, slamming the door in Hiro's face as he tried to come inside, leaving his best friend in the hallway.
Helping himself inside, he stepped into the kitchen and began making coffee for himself, knowing where everything was, from that one time that Shuuichi had gone out with their band and Nittle Grasper for Shuuichi's birthday, and had come home completely wasted.
Maiko pushed her brother into the kitchen, so she could check on Yuki.
Once within the kitchen, Shuuichi began to stalk back and forth, wearing a hole in the ground. Hiro watched in amusement, putting up little attempts to make his friend feel better, all of which failed miserably, as he sipped down a large mug of coffee.
Then his sister came in and told him to sit down, as she began to fill out some forms and paperwork on a clipboard, before explaining things to Shuuichi.
"Alright, Shuuichi. There are a lot of things that could be wrong with Yuki." She said, handing him a list of all the factors of which had affected Yuki. "The only way to be sure is to bring him down to the hospital and run a few tests."
"Can't we run them here? I don't think that the cold bastard would appreciate waking up in a white room. Might be too much for him." Hiro glanced over at Shuuichi, whom had pulled his legs up against his chest as he glared down at the floor planks.
"No," he whispered softly, "no, he should go to the hospital. At least there, someone will always have an eye on him.
Once more, Maiko nodded to her brother, as she set the clipboard on the table, pulling out her cell phone and walking into the other room to make the preparations to bring Yuki in to the overnight wing.
As she set it down, however, the papers skidded across the table. Looking in Maiko's direction, Hiro began collecting the papers blindly stacking them before his eyes fell down upon the last papers headline. He glanced at it and then up to Shuuichi, who was still in his internal struggle, his eyes wide as the words sunk deep within his skull.
Multiple abrasions to various limbs.
His eyes continued down the page catching a few other various listings before he looked back up at Shuichi.
'I almost lost him' Shuuichi tucked his thighs tighter to his chest, laying his chin on his knees as the idea played over and over again, echoing and eroding away the steeled ideals of happily ever after, girl gets the guy that he'd come to place as his ending. 'I almost lost him and it was all because of my goddamn career.'
'He got hurt because of me. He got hurt and he didn't even tell me for fear of what-' his eyes caught Hiro's sorrowful glance.
Then, things began to click. The rough gauze, the deathly silences, the blankets, the blood oozing from the corpse-like body to puddle and dried against the wood floor.
It all finally clicked, and it occurred to Shuuichi. Yuki Eiri was addicted to every beautiful way to die. And he intended to leave him all alone in this world.
Sarra: Like it, Don't like it?
Not done yet. I was inspired by an episode of Gravitation, and several friends to write this. Anyway, thanks for reading. Review and I shall love you forever!
So I decided that I'm going to write this story with a friend of mine that I met this year in Geometry. We had to find a way to keep ourselves sane in a class of morons, so we began goofing off and writing, and thus after this chapter, you shall see the out come.
I am proud to introduce you to, Tara.