True To My Word
Chapter 1: The Truth About Lies
Shuichi had promised Yuki that if he ever left him, he'd die. Yuki didn't believe him, so Shuichi decided to prove to him just how serious he was. How far will Shuichi go to prove that he is true to his word? Will Yuki care? Rated PG-13.
This idea came to me after I finished watching the exchange of words between Shuichi and Yuki while he's in the hospital. Shuichi told Yuki that he'd die if he ever left him. It made me wonder…would he really? This story just shows what I think would happen.
Enjoy!
"Mr. Shindou, let me help you"
The young pink haired boy yanked his arm away, his eyes narrowed into an angry glare, "I don't want your help. Just leave me alone".
He turned away, his sorrow filled eyes staring through the plexi-glass window. In reality, he didn't want to be alone, but he didn't want to be lied to anymore. He didn't want to be betrayed….just like Yuki had betrayed him.
"Alright Mr. Shindou".
As heard the door shut behind him, he glanced down at the carpeted floor.
For Shuichi, crying had been a daily event. It was the easiest way he knew of to release his feelings-his anger.
But Shuichi didn't cry anymore. Recently, he had discovered a new way of expressing himself.
"You left me Yuki...why did you leave me...now I have to die...?"
Yuki stood out on the balcony of his medium sized apartment up on the tenth floor. He had a perfect view of the city there, though there wasn't much to look at. The streets were polluted with cars, honking their horns. The sidewalks were just as crowded with people walking to small shops, or heading to work. The city was very much alive, and it wasn't even noon.
He leaned over, resting against the rail of the balcony, a cigarette resting in between his fingers. He listened to the racket for a moment or two, then turned to enter the apartment. Once he stepped past the glass doors, and pulled it shut behind him, all the noise died off.
He stood in his place, observing the layout of his apartment. It was neat. Not a think out of place, aside from the three beer cans that rested on the table in front of the TV and his shoes tossed in the corner of the living room. His laptop rested next to the beer cans, opened, waiting for Yuki to sit and write his next sensational novel. He could hear the soft music in the background.
A small smirk came across his face as he entered the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. As he took a sip of his drink, he listened to the music.
He hadn't liked the idea at first, but now he saw that Tohma and Mika had been right. Leaving Shuichi…leaving Japan, had definitely been the best remedy for Yuki's stress.
He no longer had to worry about the little brat he thought he loved. He no longer had to deal with paparazzi wanting the latest scoop on his and Shuichi's relationship. He no longer had to put up with his annoying nagging, or his stories about how his day went. No more nagging. No more stories. No more hugs, or kisses…no more love.
After being away from Japan for three months, Yuki had returned to his old habits. He spent each night with a different woman and smoked non-stop.
A grin came onto his face as he remembered the woman he had been with last night. He couldn't remember her name. He wasn't sure he even knew it in the first place. All he could recall was that he had promised to call. Yeah right.
The phone rang, forcing Yuki out of his pleasing thoughts. "What the hell could Tohma want at an hour like this?" Of course it had to be Tohma. No one, aside from Mika and Tohma knew he was there and he knew Mika wouldn't be home. It was early in New York, which meant it was pretty late in Japan. She would be out drinking, or something or other.
"What?" Yuki spoke, pressing the phone against his ear. Oddly enough, no one on the other line spoke. After a second, all Yuki heard was the loud click of the phone being hung up. Sighing, he set the phone down. It was obviously a wrong number.
Or so he thought.
No more than a second later, there was a knock at the door. "What the hell?" he repeated. He stood up to answer the door. Apparently, he had moved too slow, for in an instant, the door collapsed, as though it had been blown down.
"Shuichi?" Yuki asked, in an annoyed tone. It was then that he realized there were two people at the door: K and Hiro. K stood with his usual grin, white dress shirt, khaki pants, and loaded guns in their holsters. Hiro stood next to him, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark coat.
"Not you two" Yuki replied with an annoyed tone. "How the hell did you find me?"
"K's crazy" Hiro replied. "He has his ways". Hiro stared at Yuki with a cold glare in his eyes. He then walked over the broken down door, surveying the apartment. "Nice place"
K entered after him, "Yeah. I like it" He made himself comfortable on the couch. "So Mr. Yuki, how are you? Health's improving?"
"Yeah. Its fine" Yuki replied suspiciously. "What are you two doing here?" he repeated. "I want an answer now" He glanced back at the door. "And who is going to pay for that?"
"The doors the least of your problems now" Hiro snapped, looking at Yuki with crossed arms. "We're here because of Shuichi"
"Let me guess. The brat hasn't written a decent song since I've left. Bad Luck hasn't been on the news enough. Not selling enough records. You need me to come back and inspire him again" He stated plainly, without interest.
Hiro looked at him, sighing. "Bad Luck is on the news more than ever. We've been selling like crazy"
"Good Because Im not going back"
K rested a hand on the butt of his gun. "Time for Plan B. Hiro, you carry his body once I knock him down"
Yuki rolled his eyes. "Im surprised the little brat didn't come with you."
Hiro glared once more, trying to stay calm, then stood. "Still cold on K. This was a waste of our time. We were crazy to think he'd care about what was going on back home". He unrolled the newspaper that stuck out of his back pocket. He shoved it into Yuki's hand.
That said, he began to walk out of the apartment. K looked at Yuki once more. "Your lucky he didn't like Plan B" He leaned forward. "I'll be seeing you soon".
"Dout it" Yuki muttered as they left. "Hey! The door!" he yelled after them. Turning, he headed for the phone. It was time to get the landlord up there to get the door fixed. As he walked to the phone, coffee in one hand, the newspaper in the other, he glanced down.
Half of Shuichi's face could be seen on the front page. He could also read half the Heading. He set his coffee down next to the phone and unfolded the newspaper.
After putting on his reading glasses, he began to read. "19 year old Shuichi Shindou, lead singer of Bad Luck was institutionalized on Monday, after he was released from Shinjo hospital due to self inflicted injuries to his wrists. Shuichi was found in the apartment he and his lover, Eiri Yuki shared, unconscious. When confronted, Tohma Seguchi of NG-Studios had no comment. Could this incident be related to the mysterious disappearance of Eiri Yuki?"
As he finished reading, a memory became vivid in his mind.
Yuki lay in the hospital bed, the sheets wrapped around the lower part of his body. Shuichi stood to the side of the bed, hands balled into fists and tears streaming down his face. "If you leave me Yuki, I'll die!"
"I told them I wasn't coming back..." Yuki muttered, dropping the newspaper into the trash bin next to the table. Sighing, he looked to the broken down door, then picked up his phone. The phone rang and rang, and finally, there was a reply. Yuki was silent at first, then finally spoke.
"I need...a favor..."
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