Title: Deepest wounds
Author: Viriel
Pairing: Yuki/Shuichi (What'd you expect?)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slight Yaoi, not much lemon at all... "Gasp! How could you?!"
Spoilers: Episode 7 of the anime. Aizawa's attack on Shuichi.
Disclaimers: I don't own this series despite how much I'd love to. The credits goes to the wonderful Maki Murakami-sama and all those folks making the anime. So no need to sue me. It won't help 'cuz I'm broke too. I'm just playing with the boys.

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Chapter 1

The knife glided easily down his arm. Slowly, blood began to pour out and he watched it as it dripped down in the sink in front of him. Shuichi tried to forget that night and what those filthy men did to him. The ones that Aizawa hired. And Yuki... it would be better for the writer if he would be free of the upbeat nature that the singer held... he was always making Yuki mad at him.

"Maybe, I'll... go away..." he said silently to himself as he cutted another wound. He cut along his arm, not across it, as he had done before. Cutting along was fatal, he knew that. His eyes started to blur toghether and he became dizzy from the loss of blood. He let it all shower over him like a waterfall.

"SHUICHI!! How long are you going to occupy the bathroom!?" Yuki's slightly irritated voice reached him from outside, but Shuichi couldn't answer. He opened his mouth, but only a faint whisper entered the air.

"Gomen ne, Yu..." hazily, he realized how he collapsed to the floor. But it didn't matter. When darkness came over him, he welcomed it as he fainted.

Yuki sighed angrily. 'For exactly how long was his baka for a lover going to stay in there?' He thought as he knocked forcefully on the door again.

"Hey! Moron! Come out now!"

There was no answer. Not a sound could be heard from the other side other than a short 'thud'. Then it became silent again. Nothing...

"Shuichi? What are you doing?" Yuki asked with a much nicer voice. Still no answer.

"What the hell!? What IS he doing?" the writer asked himself.

"Oi! Brat! I'm gonna kick the door if you don't come out in five seconds!!" he yelled. "I'm not joking!" he added a short while after when there was still no activity whatsoever from the door.

So... he did what he had been threatening. He kicked it. The lock broke and the door flew open.

"You know, Shuichi, I'm gonna have to make you pay for that do...." he became silent at the sight of the scene before him. On the floor lay the immobile figure of Shuichi. Blood was smeared out all over his arms and orange t-shirt. His face was pale, his eyes shut.

"Shuichi?!" Yuki was by the singer's side in an instant, scooping the boy up in his arms. "Shuichi... What have you done?" Yuki looked around and discovered the bloodstained knife on the floor. "You... no way..." he said silently with a trembling voice. He rose to his feet, his lover in his arms.

Without a word he carried the boy to the bedroom and put him down on the bed. He left and returned with a medkit.

"You little stupid idiot!" Yuki said worriedly as he cleaned the wounds and bandaged them. "Got to get you to the hospital now."

Shuichi was still unconcious and he didn't look like he was going to come by. Yuki felt suddenly how the back of his eyes started to sting. Tears threatened to fill his eyes and he took a deep breath.

"Why... did you do it, Shuichi?" he asked in a whisper. He took the boy up in his arms again, cradling him to his chest, and walked out of the appartement.

Carefully, he lay the singer down in the backseat of his car and closed the door. He was just about get into the front seat himself when Hiro came in on his motorcycle.

"Ohayou, Yuki-san," Hiro greeted him. "Have Shuichi left yet? He's late and we are going to..."

"Would you please come with me?" Yuki interuppted and opened the opposite door from his seat.

"Nani? What for?" Hiro got off his bike.

"Just get in. You'll know in a minute." Yuki turned the carkey in the lock and started the engine. Hiro slowly walked up to the passenger side. When he had just seated down and closed the door he asked again.

"What is it? And where is Shuichi?"

Without a word, Yuki gave an almost unnoticeable movement backwards with his hand.

"Hm?" Hiro turned and looked in the backseat. "Nan.. SHUICHI?!" he turned back to Yuki with a terrified face. "What happened, Yuki-san?"

Yuki gritted his teeth in anger and worry.

"The little idiot locked himself up in the bathroom and tried to commit suicide," he let out a sigh that was filled with all kinds of confused emotions, sadness and fury alike. "I should never have left him alone... not after that incident..." Yuki's voice trailed off into silent thoughts inside his head.

Hiro nodded to himself at those words. When Shuichi was attacked by Aizawa and... He didn't want to think about it.

Ten minutes later, at the hospital

"How is it?" Hiro asked the doctor.

"Hm... there is a serious bloodloss. We must transplant more blood to him. But..."

"But? But what?" Hiro's voice became upset. The doctor looked nervous.

"We currently don't have that blood in stock. We are getting in more tomorrow... but I don't know if he'll make the night," the doc exclaimed.

"You don't know if he'll MAKE IT?!" Hiro grabbed the frightened doctor by the shirt collar and almost lifted him off the floor.

"Nakano-kun! I would advise you to calm down," a familiar voice spoke as Hiro could feel a gun point at his backhead. Hiro let go of the doctor immidiately. He let out a small huff of helplessness.

"Then... what are we going to do? What?! Do you have any suggestions, K-san?" he turned around with an angry scowl at the manager.

"Well, to begin with... don't hurt the doctor," K said in an almost cheery way. Hiro's face twisted in anger.

"I don't see anything funny in this."

"No problem. Something good can come of this too," K said and made the peace sign. Hiro stared at the man in disbelief for a second. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Then he snapped.

"I'm going," he said shortly and stormed past the longhaired man. He didn't even say hello to Fujisaki who came running through the corridor.

"K-san!" Fujisaki yelled, his voice tipped with confusion. "What happened?! Where is Shuichi? Seguchi-san called me and told me to get over here. Is something wrong?"

Yuki, who had been sitting silently in a chair by the wall looked up.

"What did you say? Seguchi called you?" he sounded slightly suspicious. Fujisaki turned to face him.

"Yes, he said that something terrible has happened and told me to get to the hospital at once. What HAS happened?" he turned back to K again with the last sentence.

Yuki didn't bother himself to sit down anymore and listen to K's talking. Instead he rose to his feet and hurried for the door. He intended to pay his brother-in-law a little visit. On his way out he could hear Fujisaki's horrified gasp and yelling on the news of Shuichi.

At the studio, company-president Seguchi's office

Seguchi Tohma sat with his hands folded in front of him. It was not without concern that he thought of Shuichi. But the singer's current actions had been totally idiotic. Tohma had never liked the pinkhaired boy's relationship with Eiri. And this was not a good sign. The boy was no good for the writer.

The president sighed slightly and rested his forehead on his hands.

"Not good..." he said silently to no one in particular.

It knocked on the door. He looked up. 'It probably is Sakano-san.' He said to himself and said:

"Come in."

It was not Sakano.

Hiro almost ran forward to his desk. His face was red of anger.

"President! Do you know what has happened?" he asked, resting his hands on the desk. Tohma looked up with a serious face.

"Yes. I know. What to it?" Hiro stared at him in disbelief. How could he be so cold? The president sat with his hands still folded and stared right back into his eyes, his face expressionless.

"Do you know that he'll maybe won't live?" Hiro asked and lowered his face to the floor.

For once, that was something that Tohma didn't know. He let out a small gasp and lowered his hands to the wodden desk.

"What did you say?" he said with a slightly trembling voice.

"Excactly what you heard," a new voice said from the door. Both Hiro and Tohma looked up. Yuki was leaned back against the doorframe and he didn't look very happy.

"Eiri-san! What ar..." He didn't get any longer as Yuki had minimized the distance between them to about one meter.

"I really hope that you are not involved in this, Seguchi..." he said in a slow and threatening voice. Tohma stared back at Yuki with an expressionless face.

"Eiri-san, you know that boy is no good for you. Perhaps you shou..."

"Don't come and think that you can decide my life for me, 'Onii-san'," Yuki interuppted in a cold voice. Tohma got a perplexed look on his face.

"I'm not... but I want you to know that I care for your welfare. And I don't think that it is in the best conditi..." he stopped abruptly when Yuki turned and started to walk to the door.

"Don't make yourself promises that you can't keep, little man. It might as well be fatal," he said icily as he walked out the room and closed the door hard behind him.

Hiro looked from the president to the door and back again.

"I think I'll be going now..." he said silently. As he went for the door he felt a hand at his shoulder.

"You're going back to the hospital?" Tohma asked. Hiro nodded and continued out, shaking off the hand.

"I'm going with you," Tohma said, following the guitarist out. He closed and locked the door after them.