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AN: As promised, after recieving three reviews, here is chapter 2. A great big thanks to everyone that reviewed. Your words feed my muse and encourage me to keep writing.

Till Death Do Us Part?

Ch 2 Promises

"Y-Y-Yuki, Y-You have f-fangs!" Now that Shuichi's head was clearing his neck had began to hurt again. Shock and fear left him unable to move, his eyes locked on the blonde man's mouth and the elongated teeth that pressed against his lip.

"What?" Yuki blinked, his reverie broken by the abrupt change in Shuichi's emotions again. "What are you..." but he felt them, felt the fangs scraping over his lip as he spoke. The novelist's eyes went as wide as his lover's as he brought a hand up to feel them. "I don't..." but Yuki did remember now."Holy fuck," he muttered. "This is just a bad dream. I'm going to wake up any moment now." Because they all knew that vampires did not exist.

"Umm, if it's a dream why does my neck hurt? I thought you couldn't feel pain in a dream." Of course this was completely beside the point. Shuichi's mind was refusing to acknowledge the fact that his beloved Yuki had vampire fangs and had bit his neck. "Yuki, what happened before you came back?"

Yuki's eyes went glassy with a distant look as he pieced together the memories of the evening's events. "I went to the park because, well, you know why. I wasn't going to stay long because I wasn't that mad, but..."

Yuki shuddered, remembering the cold arms grabbing him from behind. So, in a slow and detached manner, the novelist explained as best his could what had gone down during his walk. The fear, the pain as something sharp pierced his neck. Yuki chuckled nervously and shoved the thoughts away. "Maybe we should have allowed K to tag along after all..."

As Yuki talked Shuichi's hand strayed up to his own neck. The singer was a bit more superstitious than his lover and the whole thing sounded an awful lot like the vampire stories Shuichi liked to read. He gave a shaky, half hearted laugh at Yuki's mention of K. The pink haired man's mind was swirling with the growing certainty that his lover had been attacked by a vampire and had become one himself.

Shuichi jumped to his feet, prepared to rush out the door and find the beast that did this to his Yuki. Unfortunately, the movement was too fast for his depleted blood. Darkness swallowed his vision as Shuichi collapsed unconscious.

"Shuichi!" Yuki yelled, rushing to his lover's side. The blonde man knelt on the floor and gathered the pink haired boy into his arms. "Shuichi?" he asked, giving the smaller man a light shake, afraid he had done irrevocable harm to him. "Come on, wake up."

A quick check of the youth's pulse assured Yuki that he was still alive and the blonde sighed in relief, if it were only short lived. Because the novelist had, in his confusion and fear attacked the only person in the entire world that he truly cared for. Loved. Yuki sighed with a heavy heart and leaned forward to rest his forehead against Shuichi's. His lover felt so warm to the touch. "I'm sorry."

"Mmm, Yuki," Shuichi mumbled, a gentle smile spreading his lips. Purple eyes fluttered open meeting gold. "I had the weirdest dream. You became a vampire and bit me. Strange, huh?"

"Yes, very strange," Yuki whispered, gathering Shuichi close to hug him tight, choosing for once to humor his lover. All too soon the youth would realize it hadn't been a dream and probably detest him for doing what he did to the younger man. "I want to go home."

Shuichi enjoyed the hug for a moment before his brain kicked into gear. Yuki was being nice, that meant something was wrong. Still, when the novelist was being nice Shuichi liked to make it last as long as possible.

"Okay, if you want we'll go home," the vocalist said giving his lover a squeeze that caused the muscles in his neck to hurt. "Ouch, I'm sore. Must have slept funny." Shuichi started to reach up to rub the sore muscles.

"Shuichi... the pains coming back," Yuki said, gritting his teeth in preparation for it, feeling a fang cut into his lip again. The writer sighed and closed his eyes, not relishing what he was about to say, but he couldn't indulge Shuichi any longer, not when the blonde wasn't certain he wouldn't attack the smaller man again at any moment. "You weren't dreaming. I... have something I need to do. You should stay here and rest."

Shuichi didn't really hear Yuki at first, distracted by the tacky substance on his neck. Feels like blood, he thought looking at his hand. "It is blood! Wait, I wasn't dreaming? It was real? Yuki, you can't leave me here. Where are you going? I want to help!" The pink-haired young man threw his arms back around Yuki, "I'm not letting go until you say I can come with you!"

Closing his eyes, Yuki counted to ten before he opened them again to look down at Shuichi. "If you don't let me go, I don't think I'll be able to stop the next time the pain becomes bad."

The novelist paused, very grateful for the offer of help, but he knew there would be nothing that Shuichi could do except get in the way and be annoying. Or run screaming in the other direction if the boy stubbed a toe. He ran his fingers through bright hair. "As much of brat as you are, I don't want to see you get hurt. I don't know what's out there or what will happen. If I even find what I'm looking for. I didn't get a good look at him."

"Fine," Shuichi pouted, letting go of his lover and backing away. "What if you don't come back? Yuki, I can't live without you. I'll stay out of your way, promise! Just don't leave me!"

"What if I'm the one who ends up harming you? Have you thought of that?" Yuki didn't really wait for an answer since he already knew, most of the time the singer didn't think of much past him. "No? I rather thought you hadn't. I can just see it now. 'Uh, sorry, Seguchi-san... I kinda killed your best star.' Do you think that would be a fun conversation to have?"

Shuichi smiled at his lover, "Silly Yuki, you would never hurt me."

"No?" Yuki asked, reaching out to brush his fingers over the puncture wounds on Shuichi's neck. Unconsciously he licked his lips at the sight of the dried blood. "How can you be so certain of that when I'm not?"

Shuichi leaned forward and placed a kiss gently on Yuki's lips. "I love you and I trust you. Please let me come with you." Shuichi turned pleading purple eyes on his lover in his best 'I'm so cute you can't deny me' look.

Yuki groaned. He hated it when Shuichi did that to him. It wasn't fair. To be done in by a pair of beautiful begging eyes. "Fine," he ground out, getting to his feet so he could look around the room for his trench coat. "You stay behind me and you keep that big mouth of yours shut."

"Yay!" Shuichi bounced to his feet, glad to have won. He swayed a little, dizzy for a second, before recovering. He shot a quick glance at Yuki hoping he had missed the momentary weakness.

Still grumbling, more to hide the fact that the pain was steadily, if slowly, increasing, Yuki pulled his coat on and flipped the collar up. The novelist had walked out without it on earlier and he had been cold, but this time he only wore it to hide the marks on his neck. At least he could still think clearly, for the moment anyway. "One peep put of you and I'm tying you to a tree."

"Yes sir, Yuki, sir," Shuichi giggled, grabbing his jacket and following Yuki. He had decided to do whatever it took to make his lover better.

With a last thought that he would likely regret this, Yuki pocketed his keys, and then opened the door for Shuichi. He glanced up into the moonlit sky. "What if... we can't find this person this... Thing? What then? Could you still love a monster?"

"I've told you before, Yuki is Yuki and I love you. Nothing will ever change that," Shuichi said, embracing the novelist from behind. He actually thought the whole vampire thing was kinda cool. He'd always thought of Yuki as angelic, especially when the novelist slept. Now he was Shuichi's dark angel.

"Don't make promises you may not be able to keep," Yuki said softly, reaching behind him to pat Shuichi on the head. Though, God help him, he wanted that to be true.

Yes, the singer generally got on Yuki's nerves, but he did love him and as Shuichi himself had said, he would also not be able to live without the pink whirlwind menace. He had tried to in the past and failed, miserably. So Yuki needed to say something before they left. "No matter what happens, to me, to us, I love you Shindou Shuichi."

"Yuuukiiii! Yuki loves me! Yuki, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki!" If Shuichi had a tail it would be wagging with happiness. The novelist so rarely said those three simple words. The singer's heart soared in the ecstasy those words caused.

"Shhhhhhh…" Yuki reminded him, twisting a bit to hold a finger up to his lips to silence the over enthusiastic boy. "I will duct tape your mouth shut." He would too, had done it in the past. Only on those occasions when he had been rushing to meet a deadline and the brat would not leave him alone.

"I love you, Yuki," the singer whispered, grinning hugely. Trying not to bounce with joy Shuichi turned adoring eyes on his lover, ready to follow him anywhere.

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