Sweet Emotion

By: LadyMonarchDragon

Chap. Rating: PG-PG13

Summary: On a routine trip to the grocery store, Shindou Shuichi finds a kid in an alley. His memory is gone, and everyone has some serious sorting out to do.

" Hey Yuki! I'm gonna go to the store!" cried teen singing sensation Shuichi Shindou as he pulled on a sweatshirt. Yuki ignored him. Shuichi went into his room to grab his CD player, then came back out.

" Yuki! I'm gonna go to the store! Need anything?" Shuichi just watched as Yuki typed away on his laptop. Shuichi moved Yuki's laptop and repeated his statement.

"Yuki, I-" Shuichi started, but was cut off. "Yes! OK! FINE! You're going to the store! I know! And, no, I don't want anything!" yelled Yuki, as he returned his laptop to its original spot on his lap.

" Geez, sorry, Yuki…" Shuichi turned and exited, putting the headphones over his ears. He was jamming out to Bad Luck's latest album, and walking down the street. He entered the grocery store. He snagged some salami, bread, and mayo, as well as some soda and Little Debbie's snacks.

" Let's see…do I want Twinkees? Or maybe Ding-Dongs? Or quite possibly Ho-Ho's? Wow, these names are suggestive…" Shuichi went with the Twinkees, and went to check out.

The girl at the register rang up his stuff. First salami, then milk, then pop, then Twinkees, then bread, the mayo bringing up the rear. The girl glanced at the pink-haired consumer, and gasped, swallowing her gum in the process. This small gasp brought Shuichi back to attention after staring at a tabloid about him.

" Y-you're that…singer! Shuichi Shindou! That band! Umm…" the girl searched the banks of her memory. Shuichi filled in for her. " Do you mean Bad Luck?"

The girl's eyes brightened with knowledge. " Oh yeah! That's the one! My sister, like, totally loves you guys! Can I have your autograph? She'll totally flip!" The girl pleaded with Shuichi, and his cheeks were turning the same color as his hair.

" Um, sure…what's her name?" said Shuichi, trying to get out of there quickly, as they were drawing a scene. "Her name's Kumiko Kawazoe." Said the cashier, as she watched him write that on a scrap of paper. Shuichi quickly scribbled his signature on the paper and handed it back.

" Thanks, Shuichi!" cried the cashier across the store, and everyone who's ever heard of Bad Luck now knew that Shindou Shuichi was in the store. He put his headphones back on, and headed down the street. Something green in an alley caught his purplish eyes. He went into the alley. It was a kid! He looked to be about 18, one year younger than Shuichi. He looked from side to side.

Why did no one else notice him? Shuichi thought, looking at the kid. Tons of people walked by this alley a day. He did kind of blend in, though. He was unconscious or dead, Shuichi couldn't tell which, and his green shirt and face was covered from everything from blood to dirt to some suspicious white blotches. He shook him a little, and realized that he was breathing.

" Hey, kid, wake up! Please! Can you hear me?" Shuichi shook the kid a little more, and he woke. His eyes cracked open, and he gasped . He looked bewildered, and he didn't know where he was.

"Where…am I? Who are you? Who am I?" the kid looked from side to side. Shuichi was shocked. "You don't know who you are?" questioned Shu, looking at the kid's shabby clothing. " No…I don't…" the kid stopped talking. He had gone unconscious. Shuichi looked around again. Well, I can't just leave him here…

Shuichi picked the kid up with both arms, then plastic grocery bag threatening tearing on his forearm. He began to run back to Yuki's apartment, carrying the boy with him. Yuki's not gonna like this…

" You…brought…a…homeless kid into my apartment without even ASKING!" Yuki exploded, motioning at the unconscious kid in Shuichi's arms. Yuki took a look at the kid. He was wearing a torn and dirty green shirt, pants that were far too big for his lithe frame, as well as ruined shoes that were literally held together with duct tape. His dirty soiled brown hair looked like it was beautifully colored when clean.

"Yuki, he's lost. He doesn't even know who he is!" Shuichi cried in the amnesiac's defense. Yuki's honey eyes glinted dangerously at his lover. " Great. Not only did you bring in a smelly homeless kid, but now he has AMNESIA?" Yuki roared at calm Shuichi. The pink haired singer set the poor kid down on the couch. Yuki grew madder.

" Don't put that disgusting piece of filth on the couch!" cried Yuki, yelling directly at Shuichi. Shuichi looked up at Yuki. The novelist immediately stopped yelling. There was just something in Shuichi that isn't usually there. Anger and shock.

"How…could you be so…heartless!" Shuichi screamed at Yuki. " He doesn't have a memory, a home, decent clothes, and yet, you have plenty of room and you deny him! What kind of person doesn't lend help when they can? I'll tell you who! You, and whoever did this to him!" Shuichi was seething. " He's so scared! He doesn't know himself or anyone…and you wanna leave him in the cold? I knew you were mean, but…damn, Yuki!"

Yuki was amazed. That was the angriest that Shuichi had ever been. Shuichi was quiet now, just glaring at Yuki, heaving. Yuki looked at the kid. He wasn't bad looking, and had the same innocent, relaxed features as his Shu-san.

" I suppose he could stay for a while…after a bath." Said Yuki, a smile flitting about his face. Shuichi instantly brightened up. " Really? Oh, thank you, Yuki-kun! I knew you'd say yes!" Shuichi exclaimed happily, as his lavender hair played in his eyes. He jumped up and gave Yuki a hug.

"Yeah, yeah…" Yuki said, pulling Shuichi off him. They both cast a gaze on the strange kid. " You know, he doesn't have a name…we should name him!" The novelist looked at his lover. " We could call him…Fucking Intruder?"

"C'mon, Yuki! He needs a name!"

" Fine…"

"Let's call him…"

"How 'bout we call him, "Burden?" "

"Well…how about…Kaito? (1)"

Yuki looked at Shuichi. " Kaito? Really? That's a nice name…" As if to punctuate a point, the kid woke with a start. "Ugh…where…" The newly christened Kaito looked around, extremely curious as to where he was.

"You're that…pink-haired guy…" said Kaito, as his small memory was strained. Shuichi brightened. "See, Yuki, he remembers me!" Shuichi walked over to the forgetful Kaito. " Your name is Kaito. K-A-I-T-O." The boy looked at the singer. "My name is…Kai..to?"

"Yes, but say it fast. Kaito."

"Kaito?"

"Yeah, that's it!"

The boy smiled. He had a beautiful smile. Shuichi blushed a little, because he felt bad because he was teaching his new friend like a retarded person, or something.

"My name is Shuichi Shindou."

"Shuichishindou!"

" No, slower, like Shuichi Shindou."

"Shuichi Shindou?"

" Correct! Oh, and this is Eiri Uesugi, but we just call him Yuki."

"Yu..ki?"

"Right!"

Yuki just smirked. This Kaito kid…was growing on Shuichi. He could tell.

"Ok, bathtime." Kaito's eyes brightened. "I know what a bath is! It's where you…um…wash yourself with water to get clean!" Shuichi laughed. "Yeah! That's right!"

Shuichi went into the bathroom to give Kaito a bath. Kaito got undressed, and Shuichi blushed. "I can take a bath by myself." Said Kaito, as if he was an independent 6 year old. Shuichi laughed. " Okay, but make it quick! I got tons to show ya!" Kaito was about to get into the shower, but turned around and said, "You know, you're really pretty, with that pink hair and all." Kaito got in the shower, pulled the curtain, and turned on the water.

Shuichi turned redder still and thought about what he'd said. He realized that his own lover had never said anything that nice to him. He went out, to find Yuki on his computer. "I thought you went to give Kaito a bath." Said the novelist, as he typed away.

"He didn't need me to. He could work the shower by himself." Yuki's eyebrows spiked. He typed faster, but in a different rhythmic pattern. "Interesting…" said the stoic writer.

"What's interesting?"

"Well, it says here on this medical website that if the person can perform basic functions, such as working the shower, then they have a mild, if not temporary case of amnesia."

" So that means…"

"It means, you total idiot, that Kaito's amnesia may wear off, or if not, should develop a new memory soon."

Shuichi frowned. Why was Yuki always so mean him? All Shuichi tried to do was love him, and the writer always was cold. He thought about what Kaito said, and the teen singer suddenly wished Yuki was more like Kaito.

The pink haired star's thoughts were interrupted by Yuki. " Kaito will still need to see a doctor, though." Shuichi got up, and holding back tears, got up to check on their new friend. Kaito had already gotten out and dried off and dressed in a pair of Shuichi's extra pajamas.

Shuichi walked up to his new friend, who was apparently counting the floor tiles. " How was your shower? Good?" said the singer, looking at his new friend. Kaito was not an ordinary kid. He seemed to see into Shuichi's soul. " Is Yuki mad at you? " Shuichi shook his head. Somehow, this kid heard their conversation..

"If Yuki wasn't mad at you, then he had no reason to talk to you like that. He can't talk to anyone like that." Shuichi just turned away, the need to cry came harder than before. Kaito's big eyes stared into Shuichi's purply ones, and he spoke again.

"Yuki's a bastard to you-why?" asked Kaito in his innocent, non-accusing tone. Shuichi's efforts to keep his tears back was a failure. A lone tear slipped down his cheek. Kaito scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. He wiped the tear from the pink haired youth's cheek with one finger. "One as beautiful as you should have no need to cry." The forgotten youth left the bathroom. Shuichi was shocked. No one ever said those kinds of things to him before.

"Okay, kid, this is where you sleep. No complaints, or you sleep in the hall." Yuki told Kaito, as he climbed onto the couch. " Good night, Eiri." Said Kaito, as he turned over. Then he sat up. Yuki noticed this. "What? What do you want? " said the frazzled novelist. " I just want to say good night to Shuichi-kun." The younger boy hopped off the couch, and walked into the open bathroom, where Shuichi was undressing.

"Good night, Shuichi-chan." The pinky haired kid was shirtless, but was still wearing his jeans. Shuichi smiled one of his huge trademark grins, and said," Good night, Kaito-kun. Oh, hey, tomorrow you can meet all our friends, Hiro, Suguru, Tohma and K!"

Kaito grinned a big smile to match Shu's and exclaimed, "I can't wait!" He ran back to the couch and proceeded to fall asleep. Shuichi continued to smile to himself for a moment, until he finished dressing for bed and climbed in beside Yuki, who was evermore typing on his laptop.

"Good night, Yuki-kun. See you in the morning." All he got in return was a grunt from the disgruntled author. He turned over and thought about the interesting day he had, the new friend he made and what Kaito had said. Another tear plipped onto Shuichi's pillow, as he fell asleep.

Hey, that turned out kind of okay! Please review, and be brutally fucking honest. Please.

(1) Kaito in Japanese actually means "burden". It's really handy to have one of those Japanese name translators!.

Lady Monarch Dragon