Solemnity

Disclaimer: I don't own the character…I wish I did though.

For two years Eiri Yuki lived alone, for two years he thought of his lost lover and the fact that he had pushed him away. Now, his golden eyes fixed on the man in the small hospital bed in front of him.

Shuichi Shindou was half the man he had been, no longer could he beautifully sing as he once did.

"Yuki…"

He was so sick.

"I'm so sorry Yuki…"

He was dying.

Sitting beside the small bed Yuki took Shuichi's hand in his and smiled sadly. He hadn't seen Shuichi since they broke up two years before when Yuki found out about Shuichi's one night stand. They had fought over it until Shuichi left, perhaps already ill.

"What are you sorry for?"

Shuichi tried to smile but he was so tired.

"I look so horrible don't I? My hair's all falling out and I'm so pale…my mother refuses to come see me, she says I have the gay disease. Can you believe that?"

"She's just afraid." Yuki said. "What about Maiko? Does she come to see you?"

Shuichi nodded.

"Every morning before she goes to work and every night before she goes home. Sometimes she comes with dad."

"That's good." Yuki said holding a bit tighter Shuichi's tiny frail hand. "You should have come back to me, I'd have forgiven you and taken care of you."

"No, it's better this way." Shuichi began to explain. "When I found out that I had this disease, the doctors said I had had it for at least a year…a year Yuki. We were broken up for that long and I knew you didn't give it to me. So that guy, that affair killed me."

Yuki said nothing, he just continued to hold Shuichi's hand and listen to him rant about his illness. After all, that was all Shuichi could do, there was nothing else.

"It's good that I left you Yuki, otherwise you'd be sick just like me."

"Don't say that." Yuki began as his golden eyes misted over. "I mean, even if I would have gotten sick I'd have been with you, making you suffer with me you little brat."

"Yuki…"

"And when my hair would have fallen out I'd have shaved all yours off and then I would have thrown something at you and yelled just like I used to and…and…Shuichi?"

Violet eyes stared into golden ones, glassy and lifeless, Shuichi's chest rose nor fell as Yuki starred at him, the small, suffering singer whom he loved with all his heart was now dead.

Sera: I know…how could I kill Shuichi right? I'm sorry….review please!