Title: Blind

Chapter One: Final Visual

Yuki never had to deal with obsessive fans as much as Shuichi did. Yes, he knew he had them and they were all over Japan, but he never had to deal with them on a daily basis. He had book signings every once in a while, but other than that, he kept himself holed up in his house, typing page after page of transcripts for his latest novel. The only obsessive fan he ever had to deal with every day of his life was Shuichi Shindou.

Shuichi, unlike all of Yuki's fans, didn't love him for his captivating romance novels, which captured the hearts of millions of women (and a certain handful of men) in Japan. Hell, Yuki didn't even think Shuichi had ever read one of his novels. When he really sat and thought about it, Yuki wasn't sure why Shuichi even liked him. The first time they met, Yuki told him his writing sucked and his song looked like it had been written by a second-grade child. The second time they met, Yuki nearly killed the kid with his car, and yet he kept coming back.

Shuichi had been living with Yuki for almost a year after he had come back from New York City. Yuki had moved back into his apartment, and the kid came with him.

Bad Luck was doing amazing. Their record sales were sky-rocketing, thanks to their latest album, Sunday Morning.

A quiet day at home alone seemed perfect for Yuki after the previous night. Shuichi came home after being told that Bad Luck's record sales hit the two-million dollar mark, and he was excited. Very excited.

By the time 11:15AM rolled around, Yuki had been through half a pack of cigarettes, all while watching the cursor blink on his computer screen. He had read the same sentence over almost a million times and couldn't think of a thing.

He reached over, touching the delicate face of his young lover. He reached over, touching the delicate face of his young lover. He reached over, touching the delicate face of his young lover.

Maybe I should hold down the backspace key for an hour, Yuki thought. Just delete the entire transcript and start over from scratch.

"He reached over, touching the delicate face of his young lover," Yuki said to himself out loud. Then, something in his brain clicked. He knew what he wanted to write. He smothered his cigarette in his ash tray and continued typing.

"I'm worried about you, Eiri-san," Tohma said, walking beside his friend. "You haven't left your apartment in two weeks, and you haven't been answering your phone. Your sister has left you countless messages on your machine…and so have I."

"I've been busy," said Yuki, taking his cigarette from his mouth and dropping it on the sidewalk, smothering it between his shoe and the smooth pavement of the sidewalk. "I always get this way when I'm writing."

"Is it because of Shindou-kun?"

Yuki stopped walking, looking off down the road with a blank stare. At first, Tohma thought Yuki was searching for an answer and was left speechless, but following his eye path, Tohma found that Yuki was looking into an alley where a boy was screaming and two others were laughing. Yuki took off at a fast walk over to where the noise was coming from, only to find the screaming boy curled up on the ground, the two laughing boys kicking him around.

"Leave him alone," said Yuki. The two boys turned and looked at him, stepping away from the boy on the ground. Looking closely, Yuki saw that the boy was crying and frightened, his face bleeding in several places.

"Sorry, sir," the taller of the two boys said, a strong attitude in his voice. Yuki was making his way over to help up the boy on the ground when the taller boy came up behind Yuki, shoving him violently to the ground. Yuki figured he could take down the stupid punk in two seconds, then Tohma would be over to bail him out of the situation.

Yuki quickly got to his feet, grabbing the boy by the front of his shirt and slamming him back against the dumpster. "Attacking a man when his back is turned is a sign of weakness," Yuki said dangerously, leaning close to the boy's face.

"You're Eiri Yuki, aren't you?" the boy asked. "If I were you, I wouldn't do anything bad to me. After all, what would your public think if they knew about your violent side?"

"The only thing I'm worried about at the moment is what you're going to do when I let you go."

The boy stood there, looking at Yuki with a sinister glare. In one swift movement he reached back into the dumpster, pulling out the first thing he could grab (which, to Yuki's dismay, happened to be a green glass bottle), swinging it at Yuki's face. Yuki reacted quickly and tried to block the boy's arm, but he wasn't quick enough. The next thing he knew he was receiving painful shards of glass in his skin and eyes, and was left unable to see. He shut his eyes tightly as they began to burn and bleed, and he fell to his knees when he heard someone yelling in the distance. He heard the two boys take off down the road and sat there, waiting for someone to help him.

((A/N: Kay folks, tell me what you think and you get a cookie! …Not really, I can't bake to save my life. But you will be rewarded with the next chapter! Thanks for reading!))