A perfect image of heaven slept under him. An angel catching his beauty rest before rising gloriously with the sun and singing his life to anyone who cared to listen. Charming while asleep, and princely while awake. So it was only fitting that a royal plush pillow would end the angels' time on earth.

Eiri Yuki couldn't stop the sadistic grin from gleaming in the moonlight as he held the pillow inches from Shuichi's smiling face. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, another deep breath in preparation, and then released his final goodbye as a sigh. His manicured nails dug into the pillow in a sudden burst of energy and the plush pillow slammed down on Shuichi's face.

Eiri could tell Shuichi was awake now, as the thin boy was frantically flailing in hopes of getting his murderer off of him, of getting the pillow off of his face. His hands grabbed madly at Eiri's wrists and muffled screams shattered the silence.

It continued like this for a long while, Shuichi struggling to breath, to get Eiri off of him, to call for help, while Eiri simply pushed the pillow down harder- and then it was over. The boys' hands slipped slowly from Eiri's wrists and completely relaxed.

Still, Eiri refused to remove the pillow from several minutes afterwards. He sat on the youth's waist, panting and trying to calm his racing heart before removing the pillow. A perfect image of heaven lay under him. Dead.

What awoke him was a sharp nip to his earlobe.

"Rise and shine, Yuki!"

The covers were thrown off of him, leaving his back defenseless and cold. Eiri groaned in annoyance, cursing the energetic boy mentally, before burying his face deeper into the royal plush pillow.

It all flooded back to him in a tidal wave- and he threw himself backwards. His golden eyes were wide in fright and his heart was racing. He should have been used to nightmares by now, used to the fear. And yet he hadn't reacted this strongly to a nightmare in months, since the pink-haired star squirmed into his life.

This one was different, so vivid, so much like a memory.

"Yuki?" Hands slipped down his chest, and Shuichi pressed his chest against Eiri's still heaving back. "What's wrong?" The curious voice purred into his ear, the same one that was momentarily assaulted.

Fleeting pride managed to move Eiri's mouth, as he incredulously sputtered, "S-Stupid! Get out of here!"

Shuichi sharply pulled away and huffed. It felt better to see him, Eiri decided as he stared blankly at a ranting boy. He was wearing girl shorts, short faded cut-off jeans with a purple belly shirt, also from the girl section, that showed off his brand-new navel piercing. Eiri let his gaze linger on the strawberry bead.

"All my efforts wasted!" Shuichi cried with raised arms, and then he was suddenly being hugged again. "But I forgive you!" He pulled away sharply again, and then pressed his forehead against Eiri's.

"How can I stay mad at you when you're giving me such huge, sad, pathetic, cute puppy-eyes?"

Eiri glared.

Taking such a subtle hint ('Cough') Shuichi turned away from Eiri and shouldered his backpack. "I have to go to work now, love! I'll tell you all about it when I get home." He was already at the bedroom door, his hand lightly touching the handle.

Then the boy peeked over his shoulder and gave him a soft smile. "We can talk about whatever is making you squirm at night, too." With that he blew Eiri a kiss and skipped out of the room.

Eiri didn't move until he heard the front door slam and lock. When it did, he lifted his hand to his face and rested it there. Sure he mused about killing Shuichi dozens of times before, always thinking of fitting deaths for the pop star, but he never imagined it so clearly.

Now he feared he would never be able to get the image out of his head.

Prologue complete. It's up to you fine folk if this is to continue. Please review.