Author note:I honestly do not know how this fic will turn out but it was this sudden inspiration I had and I just couldn't shake it. I'm going to continue to write this and see where it goes.

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I also understand that the first chapter is short but that is because it is an opening to the story and is supposed to be short.

Chapter 1: Fire

The tall elegant figure leaned casually against the window, his blonde hair being tossed lightly by the spring breeze drifting through the open window. A cigarette hung loosely fom his sensual lips. His eyes took that of a distant look, his vision clouded with hurt. Never, had he felt so alone. And never had he felt so useless and guilty. He was never the type to cry, yet tears caressed the slopes of his cheeks anyways and he made no attempt to wipe them away or even acknowledge the fact that they were there. Soon he would be returning home to his beloved Shu. But he wasn't the same Shuichi Shundou Yuki first met and it was all thanks to Taki Aizawa of the band Ask. The thought that Shuichi may never be the same again nagged a part of his mind every day causing Yuki to have writers block and even less sleep than usual. The younger boy was pretty much always living in constant fear, since the night Yuki had tracked him down and found him lying unconscious in a dark alley way beaten and battered. But what bothered Yuki the most was that Shuichi suffered from memory loss quite frequently. Shuichi had even forgotten the lyrics to his own music. It had been exactly a month since that night and even though Shuichi was slowly recovering, Yuki couldn't force back the fear that he may have lost Shuichi for good.

Yuki reached up to take what was now just a cigarette butt from his mouth. He ignored the curious looks he was getting from the people in the diner. He had come to eat but had suddenly got lost in thought and lost his appetite completely. A wave of nausea crashed through his stomach, making his face bead with sweat. The stress he had put himself under from worrying all the time did funny things like that. Shuichi would have normally noticed Yukis weight loss but how could he possibly notice something like that now? Shuichi was too absorbed in a fight against himself, that he was obviously losing. Yuki had committed himself to getting Shuichi back and even though doubt tugged at the back of his mind, he wasn't going to give up without a fight. He tossed the cigarette butt out the window and turned swiftly to leave. It was best not to leave Shuichi alone too long in case he tried to off himself. Yuki had walked in on Shuichi trying to cut his wrist open just the other night but Shuichi had refused to go the the diner with him today, and instead of losing his patience and freaking out on the poor boy, he decided he just needed a break.

A horribe feeling pitted itself in Yukis stomache as he drove his black mercedes down the free way. Something felt horribly wrong but Yuki couldn't place his finger on it. The rush of fire trucks going by confirmed his suspicions and since the dreadful feeling that something was wrong at the apartment lingered with him, he harshly thrust the steering wheel in the direction of the fire trucks.

Please don't turn right. Please don't turn right. Somebody send me a hopeful sign that these fire rucks are not going to my apartment.

Yukis inner pleading proved useless as the fire 2 fire trucks led him right to where he knew they would lead him...his apartment.

Yukis Mercedes squeeled to a jolting halt and Yuki had barely turned off the ignition before he was jumping out of his car. Yuki realized immediately that not only were there 2 fire trucks but there was also an ambulance.

Oh god Shuichi, please be ok.

Yuki broke into a brisk run toward the ambulance. Relief washed over him as he saw that Shuichi was sat in the back of the amulance with a blanket wrapped around him and strawberry pockly was dangling from his mouth.

Even though the situation at hand was pretty bad Yuki couldn't help but smirk at the fact that Shuichi still loved his strawberry pocky. Yuki finally reached Shuichi. He pulled the boys head toward him and rested it on his chest.

"What in the world happened Shuichi? Are you ok?

The boy didn't respond. He just continued to suck on the strawberry pocky. Yuki pulled him away. He looked like a confused child.

He probably doesn't even remember what happened.

Yuki took this moment to gaze toward his apartment where firefighters were rushing about frantically. It didn't look too serious. There wasn't even any smoke.

"I think your friend will be ok. I think he's just a little frightened is all," said the nurse emerging from the inside of the ambulance.

Yuki turned toward her.

"Thank you for all that you have done."

"It's my job sir," she said kindly with a gentle smile.

Yuki noticed one of the firemen approaching.

"Are you the resident of this apartment?" He asked.

"Uh..yeah."

"It looks like your friend here, jammed a butter knife into the toaster while it was on. The kitchen did set fire however, the damage is minimal. I'm just glad your both alright."

The fireman did seem genuinely sincere. Yuki turned his attention toward Shuichi with one thought on his mind.

If Shuichi was apparently getting better, why would he do something so stupid and why did it seem like he was a child now more than ever? Was anything ever going to be the same again?

The childish boy seemed to be staring at him now. Did he do this on purpous?