Disclaimer: I do not own OTRFK

WARNING: This story contains Shonen ai / Yaoi !

~~ 1. Separated ~~

~~ 20. December, 08:51 pm ~~

"No, Yuichi! To love a boy in your position is unacceptable!" His mother shouted. "Why is it a boy, take at least his sister! You can have every woman in this world, why is it a boy? Don't you feel ashamed about it?" She stood up from the white, expensive sofa and walked to the big window in their new living room. Her husband sat in his easy chair, still disappointed at his son. After he had found out that his youngest son has a relationship with a boy, he felt disgusted. The pride of the family would be ruined if anybody heard about this disappointment. He would do everything to not let this happen. He knew what the best was for his son and it had definitely nothing to do with this boy.

"You don't understand me! I love him, no one other! Let me go to him, at least let me talk to him!" He replied his mother. "Please!"

"No! You... how can you... do you clearly know what you're doing?" His mother hissed and pressed her forefinger and thumb against the bridge of her nose to suppress the incoming headache. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on her mental mantra to calm down. The mood in the family was horrible. It had been like this for a whole month now and Yuichi's parents still didn't listen, nor did they understood him.

"You should thank your brother that he had told us about your …love affair. Stop fooling around with the boy, my son. We haven't raised you with love and care, so you can ruin everything in the end." Yuichi's father spoke. Such kind of conversation was already daily, he had given his son too much freedom and he would change it from now on. Never would someone of his family be gay. He wouldn't accept it.

"NO! No one of you can understand me! Since I was little, I have always done what you wanted from me and now when I ask you to accept my only wish; you caged me and kidnapped me to Paris! What kind of parents ar…"

SLAP

"Watch your tongue!" His father had stood up and had slapped him across his face. Yuichi was stunned; he put his hand on his pained and now red cheek, glanced at his father with horrific eyes. Never had hid family raised a hand against him, not till now. The young man was furious as his parents still wouldn't listen to him. They didn't even try it!

"NO! What would you do when I would kidnap you and say you should forget the person you love because I don't like the person, father! You don't know a thing about Wataru! You have no clue what a cute and pure person he is! Why don't y-"

"The big-eyed boy is cute, indeed, but have you thought about the people around you? Like your family and what might happen with us, because of your foolishness? What do we need to do, so you see that Wataru isn't good enough for you! He isn't the right one for you!" Shohei said in a piercing and icy voice. Every hint of a different expression than seriousness on his face was left out. Yuichi opened his mouth only to close it again, he was speechless. Why wouldn't anybody listen to him? Why wouldn't anybody understand what he felt for Wataru? Why? After some seconds he opened his mouth and screamed, it was so unlike him - unlike the student of century.

"Shut it, Shohei! You have done enough damage!" He had nearly punched his older brother, when his father slapped him in his face again. This time so hard for Yuichi fell to the ground.

"You had never used violence before! Don't you see what the boy does to you? Go up to your room and cool your head."

"But…" Yuichi began to speak.

"NOW!" His father yelled and glared at him with cold eyes. The eldest Kazuki was angry, never had his son challenged, dared to argue or even snap back at him. The little boy had made more damage, than he had thought. Yuichi stood up and walked to his room, slammed the door shut. How could it be that everyone tried to control his life? All he wanted was his Wataru back in his arms. Why couldn't they accept him as he was? Was he only a puppet which they could change anytime? Shohei felt happy, he had finally reached his goal. His little brother would never see his lover again as long as their parents were there. It wasn't fair from him to tell his parents everything but he hadn't seen any other choice. When he had heard about the two starting to live together, it was like a siren in his head. He had done it only for his little brother's best.

~~ 20. December, 06:37 pm ~~

Wataru looked with his wet and puffy, red eyes at his left arm, leaned his head against the wall next to him and closed his eyes slowly. Tears were running down his cheeks. The teen sat in the edge of the bathroom, felt only the lightness, whenever he did it. The pain and the sorrow disappeared in the short moment. He already sat there for a few minutes, still looking at the red rivers which were streaming down his wrist, hand and over his silver ring with a golden line in the middle. Wataru was so deep in his thought, he was startled and opened his eyes in surprise, when suddenly someone knocked on the locked door. "Wataru? Are you there? I'll start to cook soon; do you have a special wish, what I should cook for dinner?" Karin asked softly.

The teen viewed at the door, fresh cuts were on his left arm. His vision was blurry and made everything blurry. "Wataru, can you hear me?" Karin asked again, this time in a more worried tone.

"…Yeah, I can hear you…er…I'm fine with everything you cook." The boy replied and hoped his sister hadn't noticed the shaking tone in his voice.

"Alright. Remember that Mom and Dad will be back soon, okay?" She said and waited for a reply, but it never came. She wanted to knock at the door again, but inhaled in the movement and gave up to get her brother's attention. It hadn't worked the last 50 times, it wouldn't end any differnt now. Karin looked one more time at the locked door, then headed to the kitchen. Their parents would arrive soon and the dinner needed to be ready in time. The two lovers were separated for a month. Since then, her brother was a stranger had turned into a stranger. He had changed in only a month. Karin didn't like the new person in her brother's body; she didn't know what to do with him. Sometimes, he would lock himself in the bathroom for a while and every time when he came out, his condition was worse than before.

She started to cut the carrots.

Wataru stood up and had put his new, silver and sharp friend in his inner pocket. He washed the new cuts at his left arm and the floor which was full of little blood stains. The cuts were still bleeding; nevertheless, the boy slipped his black sweat tape, which he always wore, over them. Nobody knew about this new habit of his. When everything was clean, he looked into the mirror and at his own pitiful self. Wataru saw a young teen with a pale face, ruffled-black hair and dark circles under his usually black eyes which were now red. He hadn't really slept or eaten for days, nibbled on the piece of bread and rested for mere minutes. He looked closer into the mirror and felt how the memories, from the last few days, floated back to his mind. The pain in his chest started to hurt anew and he rubbed the sore place unconsciously.

'It's all because of him!'

'This is ridiculous! Have you no shame?'

'How could you do this to us?'

'Get lost already!'

'You'll never see him again! Have you understood me!'

"NO! STOP IT!" Wataru shook his head with full force, screamed and connected his right fist with the mirror. The mirror shattered into pieces and some of them were cutting his face and his right hand. He sank onto his knees with his hands clenching on his head. "Stop it….Stop it…I don't want to hear it! ...You don't…You don't know anything..." He sobbed. It was just like the other days. Every time, the boy felt his heart shatter more and more into pieces and how his body would collapse any moment. Some hasty steps ran up the stairs and stopped right in front of the bathroom's door.

"Wataru? Wataru! Is everything alright? I had heard some loud noises!" Karin shouted, worried if something bad had happened. Her brother gave only some agonized sounds as a reply. "Please Wataru, open the door. Are you hurt? Can you hear me? Wataru!" His sister shouted nervously, hammered with her fists against the wood and tried to open the locked door, without success.

~~ 21. December, 07:12 am ~~

The boy had locked himself in the bathroom all night long, even after their parents had come back from their work. He hadn't made a single sound. He hadn't replied when his mother and father had tried to talk to him.

Flashback

"Honey, come out. Dinner is ready, you should eat something." Wataru's mother, Fuji Yurika, said anxiously. "Wataru… come out there. You know, we only want the best for you. Trust us. It's really the best for everybody. Please, Honey, come out there. I'm worried." Wataru's father, Fuji Takeo, growled in anger, stomped up the stairs and gave his wife an annoyed glance. He raised one of his dark eye brows, nodded with his head to the kitchen downstairs. She should start eating with Karin. He would talk to his stupid son.

It was a month ago and his son was still as bad to handle as he was on the first day, after they had separated him from Kazuki Yuichi, but someday his son would thank him for the decision. Takeo didn't understand how this could have happened in the first place. His son wasn't gay; he had never seen the signs of it. "Wataru get out there. NOW! Otherwise you'll get nothing to eat this evening!" He shouted and hammered twice with his right fist against the weak door.

No answer.

"FINE!" Takeo barked, stumped down the stairs and ate – once again - without his son. It was just like the other days. The fight could be heard by the neighbors, but it was already daily, so nobody said anything about it anymore. "If it goes on with him like this, I'll send him to a boarding school; maybe there he'll get to understand what it means to respect his parents and their decisions."

Flashback End

Karin sat at the table and started to eat her breakfast. Vacation would be finally starting tomorrow and Christmas Eve would be in three days. Their parents would be on a trip over Christmas Eve and her brother would meet up with Kawamura, hoping it would bring some color in his life. Karin understood, knew why her brother was like a freak. Her brother still loved Kazuki but as long as he was underage and wouldn't live alone, she was sure it was nearly impossible for him to see his lover again. Their granny would babysit over them while their parents were away; maybe there would be his chance to talk to Kazuki? Someone came down the stairs slowly and opened the kitchen door. Karin looked up from her breakfast, shocked about what she saw. Her brother came in, closely at the end with his nerves, his eyes were emotionless and his skin was pale, his face and his right hand were full with scratches and dried blood. The poor teen had lost weight. Wataru stood at the door, didn't know what to do.

"…Wataru, sit down I'll make breakfast for you and nurse your wounds." She rushed over to the silent teen, guided him to the next chair and hurried to get the first aid box. When she came back, Wataru hadn't moved an inch. He was…lifeless.

'No please. Not this face, not again.'

Karin had seen the face only once before. Right before Kazuki and Wataru had become a couple and had a quarrel. She knelt down and started to nurse his right hand which was worse than the cuts in his face. The injuries weren't too bad but there were still little pieces of glass inside, so she first picked out the pieces and bandage the hand afterwards. She wanted to see him smile and cheerful, not like he was right at the moment. The younger sibling tried her best to help, not giving up on him. "You know, Wataru…" She whispered softly. "…if you want to talk, I'll listen and when you want to do something outside, I'll come with you if you want that."

Karin spoke in a soothing voice and finished to nurse his hand. Suddenly, something dripped on her hand which lay on her brother's knee. She looked up; saw the sadness and despairs in the dark eyes. The girl stood up, embraced him tightly. It was awful to see him in such a condition. "Shh.. is alright. I'm here for you. It's okay." She whispered gently and held him stronger in her arms. It lasted a few more minutes before Karin puished her brother a bit away. The tears decreased and the sobs softened. Her hands rested on his shoulders and she looked right into his dark eyes. "Do you want to skip school today? It's the last day before the vacation start, I won't tell Mom and Dad about it, just be back at 4 pm alright?"

Wataru nodded and pressed his head against his sister's stomach again, letting the warmth of her seek in his cold bones. Karin stroked the black hair, her eyes started to get wet. It was painful to watch him, how he changed into a stranger. She pleaded for an end, for another chance for her dear brother.

~~ 21. December, 02:05 am ~~

Yuichi was lying in his bed and focused on his plans to escape. He lay there for hours, couldn't sleep, the thought of his boyfriend came up in his mind over and over again. How soft his lips and how warm his body had been, how good his hair had smelled. Yuichi remembered the flushing face of Wataru, whenever they had kissed, touched or made love. Oh god, how much he missed him. The blonde could yell from frustration, wanted his boyfriend in his arms, his heart hurt and his body wanted to feel the touch from Wataru.

The need and desire to see him grew with every passing minute, it didn't matter to him if his parents wanted it or not. They hadn't given him any chance to explain nor did they have met up with his lover once, they couldn't understand why he loved his boy so much. He would find a way out of Paris and back to Wataru. And as if a lightning had hit him, the perfect idea came right into his mind. The teen's orbs widened and he rushed out of the comfortable bed, sneaked to his wardrobe. It was still dark outside and so was it in his room. He crossed the room, leaving the light out as his parents would notice it if he turned it on. Yuichi remembered out of his memory the place of the wardrobe and stretched out his hands to hinder a collision with it. Nonetheless, he slammed with his right foot against it, quicker than his hands could reach out. A 'thump' could be heard and Yuichi bit on his lip, suppressed to scream out of pain.

"Shit." The young man cursed quietly and looked over his shoulder to the door - waited if his family had heard any of his torture. Yuichi counted the seconds. One, two, three…. After he counted 20 seconds, it was still silent and nobody rushed inside. He sighed out, breathed out the breath which he had been holding in. Yuichi opened his wardrobe, took out his pocket lamp and began to stuff his clothes in his travel bag. He would run away from his parents, nothing would stop him, he hoped so at least. When he heard steps from the floor, he stopped abruptly in his movements and viewed with scared eyes at the door.

Time passed by, neither his parents nor Shohei came into his room. His body relaxed, the tension fell from his shoulders, little by little. The blonde continued to pack and searched in the darkness for a place to hide his bag. Yuichi hoped dearly his family wouldn't look in his bathroom, so he put his bag in the bathtub and pulled the curtain along. The teen, a picture of a prince, went back into his bed and closed his eyes. As soon as his parents and his brother would go to their work, he would escape, right back to Wataru. He hadn't had a chance to contact his lover at least once. His heart beat violently in his pained chest. How much he loved him, how much he missed him.

"Wataru..." Yuichi couldn't stopped the whisper, needed to taste it on his tongue. He smiled by the sound, satisfied as it sounded the same like a month ago. He heard the door creak open and one of the three peeked inside.

~~ 21. December, 02:16 pm ~~

Wataru sat on a swing on the playground which was near Yuichi's family house. He gazed at the cheerful kids who were playing together. Their cheeks glowed red by the coldness, the temperature sank with every hour, till it would reach the freezing point. His dark eyes watched the carefree kids while he dreamed about his own past and how easy it had been. As soon as his parents would be on their trip, He would contact is snowflakes were hovering down from the sky. Wataru lifted his head and closed his eyes.

The cold snowflakes melted soon on his face. It felt good - the coldness, the fresh air and the sound of some approaching steps. The person came closer and stopped right in front of him. Wataru opened slowly his eyes and turned his head to the stranger. The two stared at each other, but nobody said anything. The newcomer took place onto the swing next to Wataru and continued to look at him. Then she took his hand and slowly pulled him into an embrace.

"I have missed you. Have you missed me too? I'm back, Wataru."

This would be the first time I have made a fanfic.

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