Title: TriX
chapter: 3/?
Author: kittypon
Pairings: AoixReita MiyavxKai
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: unbeta-ed
Synopsis: . "No, no, no, no If you say Uruha might not even survive to tomorrow, then I want to spend as much time I can with him…."
Summary: I think CRASH only with a twist. Instead of people lets have 'THIS'. What is 'normal' what is 'normal'? Is there really no answer? Finding things, only through a journey. Long hard goals can change? Every minute, every second. Question, question, always question. Where you go, who your with, who you trust... Who you love...
Comments: harharharhar, two chaps in ONE NIGHT!!!! SAY MATH CAN WAIT YA! D .... i better start that math now... btw now that i look... i forgot to bold everything D;

*jesus… *

Run, run, run, run, run.

Keep running!

Don't stop!

Look what you've done you foolish boy!

"I, I, I didn't mean to! I couldn't control myself!"

BAA! Excuses! Excuses that they wont take!

"I'm sorry!"

Don't apologize to me! It wont do you anything!

Miyavi just continued running, trying to make it to the hideout on the otherside of town. But the blood… It was all over him. Staining his white tanktop and blue unbuckled suspenders. The belts slapping at the back of his legs, urging him to move. He had to stay hidden, in the back allies so no one would find him.

By now, the police must have been called…

Miyavi just continued to pant as he nodded his head.

Kai…

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Aoi wiped his hands on his apron as he walked over to the phone, a smile on his face. He was about to reach for it when he suddenly jumped. "Reita!" Reita smiled, lightly kissing Aoi's neck as he rocked from side to side. Aoi grabbed the hands on his waist and couldn't help laughing as Reita moved Aoi away from the phone, singing softly the words from the radio. "Oh Reita, your gunna make me miss the phone." Aoi complained though he was still smiling. Reita stopped his moving and lifted his head from Aoi's neck. "So you don't like my singing?" Aoi laughed while Reita pulled a disappointed face. "See? Now don't expect me to sing for you again." Aoi stopped laughing to turn around in Reita's arms and give him a gentle peck on the lips. "I loved your singing." He said softly. Reita just continued to pout, looking off to the side so Aoi gently nibbled on the protruding lip, sucking it into his mouth. This made Reita look down to him before rolling his eyes. Aoi just smiled, letting go of Reita's lip to kiss him. "I'm sorry.. You wanna sing for me again?"

Reita looked to be thinking before giving a small smile. "Maybe another kiss will help me decide…" Aoi smiled as he leaned up and kissed Reita again. "Hows that?" Reita scrunched his face. "…. Nope… Still having trouble… Maybe if you give me some tongue I can decide even faster…" Aoi just smiled coming up to kiss Reita again, opening his mouth to let the other in. Reita happily took the offer, opening his own mouth. After a minute of kissing Aoi pulled away again. "How's that?" Reita shook his head. "Hmmm, no… Maybe if I had some tongue AND some ass I could think even faster." Aoi smirked, pulling away from Reita. "Well, that's too bad then, cause It doesn't look as if Reita would have time for ass since we shall be having company soon." Reita smiled, walking over to Aoi and wrapping his arms around him, showering his neck with soft kisses. "Well, how about just alittle ass then?" Aoi looked to be thinking before shaking his head. "Nope! Not even alittle." Reita smiled, giving a small suck to Aoi's neck, slowly trailing his hands down Aoi's front. "Not even alittle…" Aoi shook his head again, though was trying to hold back a smile. "Maybe… If I had a kiss, it would help me decide faster…" Reita just smiled, slowly turning Aoi around.

Once Aoi was facing him, Reita gently took Aoi's face and kissed him long and deep. By the time the kiss was over Aoi was left breathless. "…. Reita…" Reita just smiled, showing his sharp teeth as the phone rang again. "How about that ass?" Aoi just smiled, bringing Reita down for another rough kiss, this time leading the other male out the kitchen, and down the dark hall, their lips still tightly together as they struggled to get out of clothes, not caring when they ran into walls. All what mattered was not ending that kiss until they both barged into the room, toppling onto the bed. The kiss was finally broken, and the rest of clothes was quickly being ripped off. The phone still ringing in the kitchen….

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12:57am

Kai sat fidgeting in his seat, bouncing his knees as he wriggled his fingers. Ruki sat dead still next to him, his hands gripping onto his pant legs tightly to the point his knuckles were turning white. "…………. Why isn't Aoi answering his phone Ruki?" Kai asked softly after a minute…

A phone rang somewhere.

Some nurses ran into the room with the red light that read 'operating.'

Some one coughed.

The intercom went off asking for a Dr. Lye to come up to the front desk… Someone wanted to talk to him…

Something sounding like a cart rolling through the empty call.

Another phone ringing softly off somewhere.

"…… I don't know Kai." Ruki said just as soft.

More coughing.

The sound of some kid starting to cry off down the hall.

A group talking and laughing softly before their voices start to slowly thin out as they walk away.

The oppressive ticks from the clock seeming to get louder as the group walks away.

"…. Do you think he will pick up his phone?" Kai asked softly, his eyes never leaving the blinding white floor. Ruki sighed, moving to sit up straight and look up to the blinding white lights. "….. I don't know Kai…" Kai licked his lips. "… What do you think happened to Miyavi?" Ruki frowned, having been thinking the exact question for a long while now. "…. I don't know Kai." Kai sniffed. "Do you think it was Miyavi… Miyavi who, who did this?" Kai whispered. Ruki grimaced slightly. "…. I don't know Kai…" There was the sound of a door closing off in the distance. "Do you think the police found Miyavi yet?" Kai asked shakily. Ruki slowly closed his eyes but it didn't block all the light out his mind. "… I don't know Kai…" There was a long silence.

A baby cried.

A few beeps went off.

Someone walked out the room with the red light that said. 'Operating' pulling off bloody gloves and shaking their head.

Kai swallowed. "…. Is all you can say is 'I don't know Kai'?" Kai whispered, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. Ruki stayed silent for a moment before opening his eyes and giving a sigh. Frowning up to the lights.

"…………"

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TKYO gripped the remote in his hands, squeezing to the point his knuckles were turning white a contorted look which could only be described as concentration was over his face. Yorke stood froze, holding a glass in his hand as he looked on with a slightly slack jaw face which could only be described as aw. Ryo looked just as aw struck, laying on the sofa as he watched on. Saro, leaned over the couch a toothy grin on his face as he leaned more and more onto the back of the seat, something that if Shige saw, would not approve of. But no one cared. Especially Shige, the only thing he was occupied at the moment was the flashing screen infront of him and the cold remote between his sweaty palms.

Shige, was playing video games…

The Apocalypse…

Actually, Shige was just getting so sick of TKYO's talkig about how great he was at video games and how he was king and blah, blah, blah that Shige just wanted to shut him up! And he was tired of cleaning after the 'king' and his minions and just wanted to put him and everyone in their place. So, he picked up a remote and sat himself down. At first, he was confused by the strange device known as the PS3 controller and had to ask for directions while every one snickered behind him. Shige ignored them… Once he was confident enough that he knew how to control the controller he was ready. TKYO had made the mistake of going 'easy' the first time.

The lair…

He kicked Shige's ass so hard Shige could swear he would be seeing stars for the next two weeks!

He would show them. "One more round." Shige commanded to the hysterical TKYO rolling around next to him as the Game Over flashed before them. TKYO finally pulled himself together, wiping a tear from his eye. "Ok, ok… But, lets up this a bit. If I win." He gave a few knowing glances around the room. "Then, you have to do all my chores around the hideout, AND clean the game room with no complaints for a MONTH!" Shige was quick to answer. "Deal." TKYO blinked at how fast the other male was and opened his mouth to repeat what he said but was cut off. "But, If I win. Then you must give all of your 'king' rights to me. AND do the dishes… For a whole month." TKYO pursed his lips. By now, they had gotten an audience. Little spectators glancing up from card games and smoothie makers to see what was going on. "D, deal." TKYO spluttered. A handshake and the game was on.

By now, TKYO was wishing he had never made the deal. He never liked doing dishes. Whenever it was his turn he would find ways to bribe Yorke to do them. He hated doing the dishes with a passion. But now, it looked like him and the dishes were going to be seeing a lot of each other for this next month. Somehow, just SOMEHOW Shige had figured out ALL the secret combos, all the moves, the characters names, backgrounds, specialties, plus some walkthrough and the whole games plot in just ONE game. How Shige was able to do this was beyond TKYO. "Must be his glasses." Mummred Yorke as he slowly sat down at Ryo's feet, smoothie in hand and eyes never leaving the TV screen. Ryo stayed silent.

TKYO let out a small cry as he saw how much life he had left and Shige was STILL cracking out his neverbeforeseen combo! "No,no,no,no,NO,NO,NO,NO!" Saro smiled and punched the air. "GO SHIGE GO!" Soon every one was cheering Shige on.

"Go Shige! Beat his ass! YEAH!"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! You need to let me fall from the ground and get back up Shige!!!"

The controller fell from TKYO's fingers as the Game Over flashed in big red letters blinked at his face. "…. I lost…." Cheers ran through the hideout and beers were pulled out and passed around. Any excuse for beer was a good excuse… Shige just calmly set his remote down and stood up from the flabberghasted TKYO.

"Speech! Speech!"

Shige was now sitting in the middle of the couch, sipping a beer as Ryo, Saro and Yorke swooned over him. "Give us a speech man!" Yorke pushed raising his now, alcoholic smoothie in the air. They waited patiently for Shige to finish his sip of his beer before sitting up straight. "….. That was a big waist of time…. Video games rots your brains and lowers even the most great of IQ's…. They should have never been created… The way I look at it. Japan just might be able to get back at America not by war. But by brainwashing their children with video games." Another sip as what he said registered in everyone's mind before cheers filled the hideout once again.

"Go Shige!"

"Go video games!"

"Go Japan!"

A sudden clearing of the throat pulled everyone away from thier drinks to look over to this new comber. Saro was the first one to react. His eyes going wide and his face splitting open into that big grin of his. "Teddy! Hey man where ya been?" Teddy, wasn't smiling. He stood there ridged, his hands on his hips and legs spread slightly. TKYO was the next to talk. "Hey, it's messenger boy…." Teddy flinched at TKYO's little way of getting some of his pride back. Shige looked over to Teddy, a bored look on his face. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at your dorm?" Teddy finally lost his ridgedness, failing at keeping his anger up. "Please let me stay with you guys. I promise to be good!" Groans filled the room as people walked away to continue the 'celebration' in the kitchen leaving Shige, Teddy, and Saro.

"Teddy." Shige started. Slowly. "You know you cant stay with us…" Teddy clasped his hands together in a prayer way. "Please! I promise NOT to kill the mood!" Shige rolled his eyes and went back to sipping his beer. Saro then spoke up. "Teddy, you cant hang with us… Your too young. Your lucky the boss likes you or els we would have just kicked you out." Teddy gave a small pout. "Aww! Why wont you guys let me join your gang!?" Saro sighed. "Well… Because your too young for one…"

"And your too weak!"

"You also have an annoying voice."

"And your scrawy too!"

Saro blinked at the unexpected add ins that came from the kitchen. He glared over to TKYO, Yorke, and Ryo who all slunk back into the kitchen. Saro then looked back to the crest fallen look on Teddy's face and gave a defeated sigh. "Shige, help meeeeee…." Shige just shook his head, in the middle of a sip before rolling his eyes and sitting up. "Teddy…. How's this." Shige sad, setting his drink down. "How about you, go find the boss and talk to him. He was the one who seemed to have a liking towards you. If you can somehow get him to say yes, then your in. That's all you have to do. Get him to say yes, and we will allow you to find a room, and join our crew."

Teddy instantly perked up at this. "That's all?"

Shige nodded. "That's all."

Teddy gave a small punch to the air before turning on his heel and running out the hideout. "Thanks Shige! I knew you were the smart one in the group!"

Saro, TKYO, Yorke, and Ryo all looked over to Shige. "…. And when did you become the smart one?" TKYO hissed. Shige just smirked, taking another sip of his drink. "…. He's right though." Grumbles were exchanged before Shige spoke up once again. "Uh…. TKYO, shouldn't you be getting started on those dishes now? It's already very late." TKYO glared before turning and storming towards the kitchen. "Whatever! You cheater!" Shige just raised an eyebrow. "Uh, uh, uh…. King."

5:28

Still no sign of Miyavi and still no sign from Uruha.

Not too long ago, about 25minutes now the doctor came out the operating room, pulling his glasses out his shirt pocket and a grim look on his face. Ruki quickly jerked away when he heard his name being softly called. His attention first going to Kai sleeping on his lap, then over to the small smile on the doctor's face, his hopes quickly rising. "You, you were able to save him?" The small smile that was there on the doctor's face fell. "….. Yes." Ruki looked confused. Then why the hesitant pause? "… You see, Ruki. Your friend is very hurt. I'm surprised he's still alive honestly." Even though the news was grim, Ruki couldn't help but smile stupidly. So… Uruha was alive. GODS HE'S ALIVE! He was about to jump up when he remembered Kai on his lap and stayed down. "But."

Ruki looked back to the doctor's face, his smile was still there and his eye were flooding with hope as the doctor continued. "… We, we don't think he will make to the next night at this rate…."

Whoosh.

And just like that all his hope was gone. He looked to the doctor, his eyes still wide and flooding but his mouth had went slack. "… N, next, night?" The doctor shook his head no. "There is too much internal damage. His whole side was practically ripped open, and his throat was torn apart… Afew broken bones, and some fractured ribs. A fractured skull and brain swelling. Ruki, Uruha would have been better off being hit by a truck than whatever happened to him." The doctor bit his lip. He didn't want to say that…. "… I'm sorry. It's just, I have never seen something like this before. It was scary for all of us. We tried our best…. Ruki I'm sorry, here, take this." Ruki blinked when he felt the hanky against his cheek. He had barely noticed his over flowing eyes had sprung some leak and the hot salt water was falling down his face. He shakily took the hanky, lightly wiping at his eyes and rubbing his nose. "… Thank you doctor…"

The doctor ran his hand through his hair. "You two should head home, It's late, and you cant see Uruha right now." Ruki snapped his head back to the doctor. "Why not?" The doctor bit his lip. "… Just, you cant Ruki." Ruki shook his head. "No, no, no, no If you say Uruha might not even survive to tomorrow, then I want to spend as much time I can with him. I don't care if his skin is peeled and things are hanging out. I want to see him." Ruki hissed the last part out, gripping Kai's shirt under his fingers. The doctor looked to Ruki's shaking frame before giving a sigh. "…… Fine. But you must be quiet. And you CANNOT touch him…. I'll inform some nurses to bring you both blankets." And with that, the doctor turned and walked away out the waiting room.

Ruki sat there, still hanging onto Kai's shirt. Still shaking from his anger just now. Slowly turning red in the face as he struggled to hold it all back. To keep from blowing up right there. He was so close, his eyes shut tight till it was painful. He felt the pressure building in his head, behind his eyes, in his nose. He felt he was about to blow. A small strangled cry escaped his lips as he tried holding back until a soft voice made him forget everything. "… Kai?" Ruki opened his eyes, the whole room was a strange tinted green from holding his eyes closed so tight. He looked down to see Kai looking sleepily up to him. "… Ruki… Whats wrong? You looked like you had to go to the bathroom." Kai yawned, and Ruki couldn't help but smile at what Kai said. "… No, I didn't have to use the bathroom Kai…" Kai stretched softly before pushing himself up from Ruki's lap, rubbing his eye. "Then what was wrong?" Ruki bit his lip. "…. Uruha's awake Kai." Ruki said softy.

Kai's eyes instantly went wide and he looked over to Ruki. "R, really!?" Ruki nodded, his lip in his mouth as Kai smiled. "… Can, can we see him?" Now Ruki smiled as well, though it was weak. "Yes." Kai happily stood up, stretching his legs. "Then come on Ruki, lets go! I wanna see Uruha." Ruki just licked his lips and slowly got up from his seat, his butt way past numb. But he could barely think about that as he watched Kai bounce away out the waiting room and down the hall. "…. Should I have told him Uruha wasn't going to make it?" Ruki asked himself softly, some tears rolling down his face.

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Police sirens.

A sound that made almost every gang members heart jump. But for Miyavi it made his heart freeze. He held stock still, waiting for the police car to pass by. He was a deer in the head lights. He was frozen in fear. He could't move… Maybe, if he doesn't see them, then they cant see him…

They pass, their lights shining over him and his hiding place. Too slow for Miyavi. Once he felt the coast was clear he jumped up from behind the trashcans and bolted through the ally. He had to find some clothes. He had to get out these bloody clothes. The blood was enough to intoxicate and distract him though he couldn't stop. He had to keep running. To the hideout. No… They would ask too many questions. To his Dorm? No… He could be seen in the halls. He was sure that by now the whole collage knew about what happened. They were in Kai's dorm when he…. Attacked.

It was by complete accident! Miyavi had no control! He had no clue what the hell he was doing! He only snapped out of it when he felt the punch in his shoulder that he saw all the blood. But even then… He couldn't stop. Even if by now he could see the fear in Uruha's face. The tears rolling down his cheeks and Miyavi's hand that covered his mouth. The pain in this eyes When Miyavi bit into his skin. He couldn't stop! He was just so hungry. So, so hungry. Could you blame a man for being as hungry as Miyavi? NO! You coulnd't! You shouldn't!

Look at the mess you got into!

"Shut up, I'm trying to figure a way out of this…"

Well your not figuring fast enough! At this rate you'll be caught and—

"YOU THERE! Put your hands up!"

"Shit!"

Told ya so…

Miyavi didn't miss a beat. He quickly turned from the ally he was in, going back in the directions of the garbage cans he was hiding at before. He could hear the footsteps behind him.

How many can you make out?

"Not now. I'm trying to get out of here."

NO! You can probably take them!

"TAKE THEM!? That's crazy! There police with GUNS!"

And your going to let that stop you? You're a crazy man eating person. And you have me…

Miyavi felt himself slow down as he tried concentrating on how many police were behind him. "….. I can make out three…."

Good, good. I trained you well.

"But they could have back ups."

Forget about the ones who are far behind. Think about the ones who are less than two feet from you!

"Wha—!?" Miyavi felt something yank on the back of his hoody, spinning him to the ground, choking him. He barely had a chance to feel around his throat before he felt hands on him, holding him down and scrambling over his body. Soon there were more hands on him, making it harder for him to tell what was going on.

"N, No!"

"You have a right to remain silent! Anything you can and will be used against you in court!" Dammit! Miyavi felt someone grab his hand before something cold was biting into his wrist. He was them before forced to flip over onto his back.

What are you DOING!? Your just going to let them take you!?

Miyavi struggled a bit more before frowning. When the police managed to push him onto his side Miyavi swung his arm. Hitting one of the policemen rite in the neck. There was an audible snap, Then the thud as the police body fell to the ground. Everyone froze, even Miyavi as he looked to the unmoving body.

HA! Good shot!

Miyavi didn't hear, all what he could see was the body laying motionlessly in front of him. Soon the police seemed to snap out of it. "… K, K, Kreota?" A police asked shakily. This made Miyavi react. He quickly spun back up off the ground, kicking one of the police away. The other police who was still standing rushed for his gun but Miyavi was too fast. He easily slapped the gun away before the police even had time to hold it up before charging him. Miyavi bit into his throat, making him give a strangled scream.
Blood.

It went everywhere. On his face, he could feel it slowly dripping down his own neck, feeling it slip onto his chest. Miyavi felt his eyes roll as the man struggled to get out of Miyavi's bear hug. His screams getting more and more gurgled as he chocked on his own blood. It was all music to Miyavi's ears. He felt his breath picking up as he bit again and again, soon falling to his knees, the limp man still in his arms as he started tearing the skin away.

Oh gods. This was what he needed. This was what he wanted. This was heaven. This was perfect. This wa—

BAM!

Miyavi gave a strangled hic as he let go of the bloody flesh from his mouth, the loud bang that can only come from one thing.

A gun.

The sound seemed to snap Miyavi out of his 'trance' and slowly look down to the mess he was just smearing his face in. He could still taste the blood on his lips, and could still feel the flesh go down his throat… And the pain, right, over his navel.

What!?

Miyavi looked lower down, seeing as red moved over and across his white tanktop. Almost looking as if a flower were blooming in slow motion right infront of his eyes.

Beautiful…

But. No… This isn't right. This isn't the policeman's blood spreading over his shirt. This was….

…. You, let your guard down…

There was no way in hell Miyavi was going to let this thing put the blame on him. But he will deal with that later, right now. Miyavi wanted to teach the person a lesion. You don't shoot Miyavi… No one shoots Miyavi…

Slowly, he turned away from the deceased policeman, looking up from the ground to see the other police he had kicked as he was getting up from the ground. The police was standing there. His whole body was shaking and his gun was aimed out infront of him. Blood trickled from the side of his head where Miyavi had kicked him. His teeth were clenched so tight Miyavi could swear he could hear them crunching from all the way where he was sitting.

"…. Y, y, y, your… A monster."

That made something in Miyavi's mind click. A monster. A monster. Monsters cant love. They cant change, the cant go out, they cant enjoy themselves, they cant live normal lives, they cant love, they cant love, they cant love….

Kai.

Oh gods Kai… Was he ok? Did he see Uruha? Would he be scared for the rest of his life? Does he think that Miyavi killed Uruha?

"… But I did…"

The policeman blinked, not understanding what Miyavi was talking about, his gun still up and aimed to him.

"… I, I am a monster… I am a monster, and, I cant do anything about it." Miyavi sat there, staring to the ground limply. "… I'm a monster, I, never chose to be this way…"

Yes you did.

Miyavi covered his face with his hands. "Shut up…"

But it's the truth! You cant ignore the truth! You had a choice to be this way!

"Then why cant I remember choosing yes or no?" Miyavi asked shakily. The policeman continued to look to Miyavi confused, not trusting him as he took a hesitant step forward. "Why cant I remember picking yes? Why did I even pick yes? What was going on in my mind at that time?" Miyavi asked shakily. He tensed when he suddenly felt something cold and wet hit the back of his neck. Soon there were more cold touching, then the ticking of something hitting the ground. It sounded… So nice. So… Relaxing… Miyavi slowly pulled his hands away to his face to feel the cold ran run through his hair and go down his shirt. Mixing in with the hot blood. His eyes stayed closed as he enjoyed the soft drops wash away the thick smell of blood, run down his face and drip off his chin.

He opened his eyes to the sound of a gun cocking, then the cold blunt end of a gun to his forehead. He locked eyes with the police man's fear filled eyes for a minute before closing his eyes again. The only thing he could hear the soft sounds the rain made. A few cars drive off far away. A bird somewhere starting to wake up and peep it's morning tune. The ragged breathing of the man infront of him. The shaking of the gun in his hand. The fast beat of his heart in his chest. The small cranks of the trigger as he tightened his finger around it.

And Miyavi smiled.

"…. You…. Think we can kill this monster?"

BAM!

Pit Pat Pit Pat Pit Pat Pit Pat……