Notes: Originality points for us! Yahoo! Have fun with this... gonna be long and epic... you hath been warned!

Warnings: Different couples... really... it'll be shibby Saitou/Sano, Chou/Sano. Bastardization of Jime ;;

The Electrical Storm

By: Emmy and Erin

Part One: Two Lovers

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The sea it swells like a sore head
And the night, it is aching
Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed
And the day it is breaking

He laid there tangled in the fleshy limbs that were his lovers. It was nearly dawn, and he knew what he was going to have to do when dawn did arrive...

And he didn't want to do it.

With a deep breath in, his eyes glanced over to the clock and counted the seconds before the clock was going to beep, and wake them both up to reality.

Seven...

Six...

Five...

'Saitou... I love you...' Sanosuke thought in his head, running a hand absently over Saitou's strong arm.

Three

Two

One.

The alarm sounded, and Sanosuke cringed within, knowing that now there was no turning back.

Now all he had to do was wait for Saitou to leave for work.

The loose grip of the limbs tightened once before disappearing entirely as Saitou awoke. Bitterly, Sanosuke watched him stand, heading for the bathroom for his morning shower.

'You can't even show me you care at all, can you?'

His only response to the silent question was the bathroom door slamming shut, leaving him alone in the room that was a dim, grayish color.

As the sounds of running water reached him, Sanosuke pushed himself up from the bed, making sure to take one more look around the room as he grabbed his boxers and pants from the floor. He didn't want to leave anything behind in this room he didn't have to.

He wouldn't subject even the lowliest creature to the emotional torture that had been forced upon him in this room.

He couldn't wait to get out.

It was time... finally, after all these years, he was finally going to leave all this behind... finally he was going to be able to move on without anything more said about it.

He was going to be able to forget...

Forget about everything that he had been... that Saitou had been to him... that they had been together.

And what he had been to Saitou...

Which, he had a guess, wasn't that much.

I took a deep breath and clenched the bed sheet that was on the top one last time.

He wasn't going to look back.

Not this time... not any other time.

This was the end, and there wasn't going to be a sequel. Just him and a new life...

A new life without Saitou...

The thought made his heart pound, and a smile come to his face. Why did it sound so perfect, and so far away...? But it really wasn't... not anymore... this was it. This was the thing that he was going to wait for.

He had lost track of time before Saitou walked out of the bathroom, a towel tied around his waist and nothing much. Sanosuke's eyes looked over the body of his lover for the last time. Yes -- the last time. And what a glance it was. He was never going to deny how attractive the man was, but attraction was only skin deep. This was it.

"Ahou." The man began, addressing the roosterhead with his clothes in a bundle on his lap.

"Yeah?"

He sounded bitter. But Saitou had gotten used to it. It as a bitter tone that Sanosuke had been taking a lot quite recently, it wasn't anything different.

"I'll be home late tonight. Clean the kitchen for me before I get home."

Sanosuke didn't say anything. He just waited for the other man to leave.

To leave, and this time, never see again.

Saitou wordlessly left, pulling on his daily police uniform, and then walked out to the kitchen right before he left.

"Sure." Was Sanosuke small response after the man had left.

He looked around the room, blankly, at the empty home. "Fan-fucking-tastic."

The boy took a few more steps onto the carpet and then, undaunted, continued back into their bedroom to find a few more hours of sleep, entranced in the scent of the man he loved with every once of his being. He wanted to try to make believe the fantasy one last time, before he left it all behind forever.

The time had passed in a blur and before he knew it, he had taken his car and driven away. Where to, he wasn't sure yet, but he knew that he needed to get away. He turned his cell phone off, just incase Saitou needed to get a hold of him. He was scared that one kind word would turn him back, and wrap himself in the same web that he had recently escaped.

He tapped his fingers strongly on the steering wheel, listening to the radio, and trying to get his mind elsewhere. As he thought before, he didn't have anywhere to go, but he could think of a place or two that might just tolerate his presence.

After Saitou, he had basically broken all ties to his friends and family, brainwashed through obsession and masochism.

He continued his drive for Tokyo, needing to see some familiar faces as an antidote to all the pain he was feeling. He needed it...

There was one person in particular that he thought he could go to, but he didn't want to take any chances. He'd been pretty pissed the last time Sanosuke had talked to him, and he didn't think time would have done anything to disperse some of that anger.

But then again, he was the only one Sanosuke could think of off the top of his head that could possibly understand what Sanosuke was going through.

After all, he use to work with Saitou.

/Used to/ being the key phrase. Everything was in the past. And that's the way it was going to be forever. His mind was swirling, looking out to the road and the empty morning roads.

That's what he was going to do. He was going to tell him that he knew he had made a mistake, and he was correcting it now, and wanted to come back. Yes, come back to him.

Come back to the man he had left for Saitou... the biggest manipulative bastard in the world that couldn't love another thing in the world if his life depended on it. The icy, statue of a man that did nothing but sleep, work, smoke and abuse Sano was the reason he left the only good thing in his life.

Chou Sawageijou.

Full of life, full of love. The complete opposite of Saitou. And that's exactly what he needed.

It was going to take a week to get there, and all the money he had left. He just hoped that Chou was going to forgive him.

Sanosuke drove throughout the night, stopping only once to get gas and some coffee. He knew he should stop, his eyes were so heavy he felt as if he couldn't go a minute longer without shutting his eyes. Slowly, his eyes slid shut. It would only be for a minute...

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The next thing Sanosuke saw was that of an officer in blue, leaning over him. Sanosuke's first thought was of Saitou, and went to pull away, but as he did he found the pain too intense to move more than a centimeter or two.

"...What happened?" he rasped out, throat almost to dry to speak.

The cop smiled down at him, and Sanosuke knew it wasn't Saitou or anyone related to him in any means. "You fell asleep while you were driving and got into a pretty bad wreck. You've been out three days." The cop's smile left and he looked at Sanosuke in concern. "Is there anyone we can call for you? A girlfriend, brother, sister or something?"

Sanosuke blinked heavily as he took a few moments to think. His mind hadn't ben working right to begin with, but now the fact that he actually had for form a coherent sentence was unthinkable. He rolled away, trying to make this mouth work the way he wanted it to. He was never going to say the name Saitou again, that was completely out of the question. It was a surprise the man hadn't already tracked him down and beaten the shit out of him already.

Miracles do happen...

"A name, son? Someone to come and take care of you?" The man pressed.

Sanosuke cleared his throat again, it might have been an unpleasant invitation, but one that could not be refused.

"C-Chou Sawageijou..."

The man nodded, writing the name down on the paper. "Do you have a number off the top of your head? If not, no sweat, we can look it up for you. The only other thing we need is relation..."

Sanosuke frowned for a moment, "Cousin."

"Ok, we'll get your cousin here as soon as he can. You rest easy." He smiled at Sanosuke once again before he left, leaving the boy in the care of the nurses.

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"Hello?" He said into the phone, picking it up at his desk.

"Mr. Chou Sawageijou?"

"Yeah?" he drawled. "What do you want?"

"Well, we'd like you to come and pick up your cousin from the hospital over here. He was in a pretty bad accident..."

Chou's brow furrowed as he thought. "My cousin? I don't have a male cousin. What'd ya say his name was again?"

"Sanosuke Sagara. He's the one that ga--"

"I'll be right there."

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"Sanosuke?" A voice came.

Sanosuke's eyes batted open again as he heard he voice of the doctor.

"What's up, doc?"

"You have a visitor, we'll be sending you home with him today as well, with a few prescriptions for the pain. You need to rest until you have your check up in a month to get the cast off your leg. Mr. Sawageijou will take you home now, Sanosuke. Take the medicine three times daily and call us if it gets any worse. No driving, either. Let your cousin take care of everything for you, all right?" The doctor stated, giving him a few pieces of paper for the prescription.

Sanosuke's eyes never left the doctor, even though he knew someone else was in the room. He was actually afraid, he though that Chou might be angry that this was the way that they met after so many years.

"Thank you..." Sanosuke stated and took the paper, the nurse pulling out the IV and patching it up. His eyes still had not looked around to see Chou. He was afraid of how the man would be looking at him. But he had to face the music sometime...

He looked over cautiously and gave the blonde a small smile. Chou looked different from before. His hair, instead of the full-headed Mohawk had been cut, but not tamed into a spiked cut all the way around his head. He looked different, but in a good way.

"So... how about those Pistons?" I asked with a grin, looking at the other man. I had to break this silence somehow, this was seriously fucking getting to me. Usually, when the two of us go together you couldn't shut us up, but these were only... very different circumstances.

"Eh. Never really cared much for American teams. You know that." I chuckled, showing me what looked to be a smile. He really gave that to me after all this time. In-fucking-credible. You really were too good to me, Chou.

"Well, you little fucker. How did you do it this time?" Chou asked me, leaning in a little closer.

My eyes widened as I locked my gaze with him. "How I...?"

"Accident. Ya know, the thing that with the car and the falling asleep while going 90 on the express way. That little thing?"

"How did I crash?"

"No, how the fuck did you stay alive? You superman or something?"

I chuckled, even though it hurt my sides. "Yeah, ya know. Man of steel. Dick and all."

"Oh, don't I know." He laughed.

This was insane... he wasn't only talking to me... he was giving a shit. I couldn't believe it. It was like I had never left, it was like all that time had never passed. I didn't quite know what to make of it all, all I could think was that he was either really drunk, sedated or messed up in the head. No one is this nice to someone who left them for someone else and only comes crawling back when they're too fucked up to go anywhere else.

I didn't really know what to say, and neither did Chou, it seemed, and we fell into an akward silence. It seems Chou could deal with the joking, but not with the actual talking.

We just sat there for a few minutes until he finally said something. "What did you fuck up on yourself this time?"

I smirked. "Not the right things. I think they said I got a pretty bad concussion, cracked an orbital bone, bruised my ribs up, punctured a lung and and a piece of metal sliced straight through my Achilles' Tendon."

"Damn, you did fuck yourself up."

"Yeah, tell me about it. I have no idea what I'm going to do now." I sighed and looked over to him.

He took a minute or two to look up, he looked like he was in actual, visible pain. I had no idea what it was, until he opened his mouth, but those four words explained everything to me, more than one time over.

"What happened to Saitou?"

My breath caught in my lungs and I shook my head. "I left him. For good. Couldn't take it anymore... and I... really. Really. Really missed you." I let myself give Chou a weak smile. I knew that was the last thing he wanted to talk about. It was the last thing I wanted to talk about, but there wasn't a thing that we could do about it. Saitou was... a painful part of our lives. The thing that fucked them up.

"Took you three years to realize that?"

"What can I say. I'm a dumb fuck."

He laughed again and smiled. "So what were you doing all the way down here? I didn't know you had any reason to come down here."

I looked at the bed when I answered. "Actually, I was coming to look for you. I was thinking that we could maybe try it again, you know." He didn't say anything at first and I looked down at my fucked up, bandaged body and laughed. "But I can see why you wouldn't want to, with me being so fucked in the head and now being so messed up in the body too."

I didn't look up, couldn't look up. I didn't want to see his face when he told me 'hell no, you wasted your chance.'

"C'mon. Let's head home, rooster. It's about time that we got to head back together. Most things are the way you left it, but we need to reintroduce you to the other shit, all right? You need to hurry up and feel better soon too, we'll get you right to work!" He chuckled, raising his hand to my forehead with a smirk.

My eyes lit up. Was he serious? He couldn't be...

"Chou?"

"What's up?"

I shook my head and just couldn't stop smiling.

"Nothing, you're just great, broom."

"Hell, ya can't call me that anymore! I don't look like no broom! I'm going to go check ya out and grab some fun drugs for you, little buddy."

"Sounds good to me." I commented as Chou exited the room. I just sat there with a small grin on my face.

"Ya damn urchin."

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