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A/N: I loved writing this chapter, and I hope you all enjoy it too. This fic is based on when I last watched this show three years ago, so if I make any mistakes or inconsistencies with canon, please forgive.

"…zero talent." It was the truth. Those were the crappiest lyrics he'd ever read.

Violet eyes flashing with anger. "What do you mean by that?"

The owner of those violet eyes flinging himself in front of his car. "I want you to read them again!"

The same violet eyes looking up at him in determination. "I'm moving in with you."

Soft, pouty lips. A lithe, slender body that responded eagerly to his every touch. "Yuki!"

"Yuki, you big meanie!" A big childish pout that just looked so adorable and tempting that he had to look away before he caved.

A patter of running feet outside the apartment. The door slamming open. "La li ho! Yuuuukkkiiiiii! Tadaima~!"

A bright stage, with all lights trained on a single person. An amazing voice that sang a song that, though it was full of crappy lyrics, made people stop and listen anyway.

A warm firm voice filled with resolution. An even warmer, firmer embrace. "I'll never leave you alone, Yuki."

Bright violet eyes that lit up at the smallest sign of praise from him, and a high that took an eternity to get down from later. An equally bright grin that lit up his apartment and warmed his heart and his home all at the same time.

Days filled with laughter and sunlight, and nights of passion and the connection of two bodies at the most intimate level.

Occasional fights and shouts. Nothing major. He always came back.

A deep love expressed only by action, never in words. He wasn't ready to admit it yet.

Frustration. Irritation. Loud laughter coming from the television that was also bothering him with its pulsing light. No more cigarettes. Need cigarettes.

A bag that contained only some gum and nicotine patches. Annoyance. Anger. Couldn't he get anything done right?

His own voice, harsh and sharp. "Just fucking get the hell out of my sight! I don't know why I even keep you around! Just stop bothering me and disappear already!"

Teary violet eyes, vulnerable as glass, but a voice that spoke calmly. Emotionlessly. "Is that what you really want?"

Momentary confusion. Returning rage. "Yes! I wish I'd never met you, you overbearing pink eyesore!"

Violet eyes losing their light, looking broken. The same dead voice. "I understand. I'll leave you alone now, Yuki-san. Sayonara."

Shock. He was no longer there.

"…I'll leave you alone now, Yuki-san. Sayonara."

Yuki-san.

Sayonara.

No, this was not true. He would come back. He always came back.

He had to come back.

Yuki's whole body was shaking by the time the last memories fitted themselves inside his spinning mind. His legs were already moving, running like never before to that spot when he had last seen a certain redheaded guitarist that he had all but forgotten until now.

This couldn't be real. It was not real, and he would confront Hiro to prove it. This was all some stupid joke that Shuichi had probably cooked up as revenge for kicking him out of the house again, and he had gotten his best friend and his own sister in on the act.

Yeah, that was right.

Yuki's mind remained focused on the idea that it was all a joke, ignoring the simple fact that, up until a few minutes ago, he had completely forgotten his lover had existed at all.

No, this was all a joke. Or a fucking nightmare.

But it felt so damned real.

A joke then. It had to be a joke.

And he was going to make Hiro admit that it was.

The brat's best friend was nowhere to be found in the park or within the vicinity. Yuki growled with frustration. He must've gone home already – after laughing his ass off at Yuki's stupidity, no doubt.

Now what was Yuki to do? He didn't know exactly where Hiro lived – Shuichi always came back on his own after he had stormed off there – nor did he have the guitarist's number. It had disappeared from his cell for some reason. The brat must've deleted it to complete his stupid joke.

Well, there was one person Yuki could call to prove it was all just a stupid prank.

Yuki stopped running and pulled out his cell, pressing a single button and then waited for the other end to pick up. He tapped his foot impatiently while the phone continued to ring. Come on, it wasn't that late yet. The person he was calling couldn't be asleep.

Finally –

"Hello? Eiri-san?"

"Tohma." Yuki's greeting was characteristically short.

"What a surprise. You almost never call me these days. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah. I want Hiroshi's address."

"Hiroshi?" Tohma actually sounded puzzled. Yuki had the fleeting thought that it was because he didn't normally hear the redhead being referred to as anything but 'Hiro' or 'Nakano', but his next words changed that.

"I suppose I could do some digging for you, Eiri-san, but you'll have to give me his full name."

Yuki was incensed. "You know his full name! Nakano! Nakano Hiroshi!"

"I'm sorry, Eiri-san, but I don't know anyone by that name." Tohma's voice was mild and apologetic, and that just served to enrage Yuki even more.

"Don't fuck with me! Are you in on this with Shuichi too?" Yuki couldn't believe that Tohma of all people would do this to him. Tohma had never liked Shuichi. He was supposed to be on Yuki's side, no matter what!

"Who is Shuichi?"

"Shindou Shuichi! Lead singer of your top band, Bad Luck!" Yuki bellowed into his phone. He was tired of this game. He was tired and angry and…and he just wanted his brat back.

"I'm sorry, Eiri-san, but my top band isn't called Bad Luck, but ASK. And the lead singer is Aizawa Taki. I don't know any Shindou Shuichi. Are you sure you're feeling all right? Have you been drinking?"

Yuki felt as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "So what if I've been drinking? Where is Shuichi and Hiroshi, damn it!"

"Eiri-san, where are you?" Tohma sounded worried now. "I'm coming to pick you up, all right? Just stay where you are."

Yuki laughed hoarsely. Hysterically. "I'm not fucking telling you where I am. You're keeping Shuichi away from me, just like everyone else. It's not going to work, you hear me? I'll find Shuichi, and I'll get him back."

"Eiri-san, have you been eating your medication?" The way Tohma was speaking to him was like how a normal person would talk to a dangerous and spooked animal, cautious and slightly patronizing. "Do you need to talk to Minami-san?"

Yuki scoffed at the thought of his psychiatrist and laughed again. "No, I don't fucking need to see my shrink, Tohma, and you know I haven't needed my medication for a couple of months now."

"You're off your meds?"

"Of course, I'm off my meds! Haven't you been listening to a word I said? I don't need them anymore!"

"Of course not, Eiri-san." There! There was that patronizing tone again!

"Fuck you, Tohma! If you're not going to tell me, then I'm just going to have to find Shuichi myself!" Angrily, Yuki hung up his phone and started running again. He had to find Hiro. Or Shuichi. Whichever came first. Because everyone knew where there was one, there was usually the other.

He was so focused on what he was going to do when he found the idiot pair of best friends that he failed to notice the dark figure walking up the path towards him. After all, people had the right to be wandering the park at night, didn't they?

Yuki didn't think much of the stranger until that split-second moment when they passed each other and the figure whispered in a taunting voice, "Be careful what you wish for…"

The novelist froze in his tracks and turned around, but the stranger had disappeared. His imagination? Surely not…

Why was he thinking about such stupid things anyway? He had a brat and said brat's best friend to find…

"Just stop bothering me and disappear already! …I wish I'd never met you, you overbearing pink eyesore!"

His own harsh words suddenly slammed back into his mind with such force that Yuki found it difficult to breathe.

No.

It couldn't be.

"Be careful what you wish for…"

"…Or it might just come true…" Yuki finished the saying, and then snarled. "Fuck that! Wishes don't come true like that! You'll see… Stupid wishes don't come true, damn it!" Yuki wasn't sure who he was railing against – the stranger, fate, or even himself for believing this could be real for even a microsecond.

Shuichi had to come back. He always came back. Maybe he was even at home right now, waiting for Yuki by the door as he always did, ready to glomp him and then apologize incessantly for playing this stupid, mean joke.

His course decided, Yuki raced home. His brat was there, waiting. He had to be. In his hand, he gripped the lighter that had that tiny picture pasted on its side. Whether he acknowledged it or not, that little image was all the proof he had in this world that Shuichi did exist.

He ran all the way to his apartment. Shuichi had to be home. He always came back.

Please, he had to be home.

But even as he unlocked the door and threw it open with a forceful bang, his heart sank to his knees and he found it difficult to breathe.

The apartment was dark and silent and more importantly, empty. No pink brat waiting on the couch, ready to glomp him as soon as he walked through the door. No ostentatiously loud rock music. No disastrous dinner attempts. No boxes of strawberry Pocky littering the floor.

No Shuichi.

"Oi, brat!" Yuki called as he stalked into the house. He had to be here. He had to be. He was just hiding somewhere. Or asleep, maybe. "Shuichi!"

Room to room he went, checking every corner, but there was no sign of his pink-haired idiot. Panic was rising in his chest. "Shuichi! Get out here right now! Shuichi!"

Still no over-energetic vocalist, and he had looked everywhere. There wasn't even any evidence that Shuichi had ever been here. Had ever existed in the first place.

Oh God, this was all his fault.

"I wish I'd never met you, you overbearing pink eyesore!"

Yuki collapsed to his knees, his words coming back to him again, as well as Shuichi's emotionless – dead – goodbye.

"Sayonara."

Sobs were rising from his chest, and he couldn't keep it in. He only heard Shuichi's goodbye again and again.

"Sayonara."

God, it hurt worse than it ever had with Kitazawa. Because this time, he knew that it was all his fault. He had been a bastard to the boy he loved more than his own life. There was no excuse.

"Sayonara."

"Shuichi…" he managed to squeeze out in between of the sobs that were just tearing themselves out of his throat and chest. "Please, come back. I – I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Please, come back. I need you…" He would've been disgusted at how pathetic he sounded on a normal day, but this wasn't normal. All he could think of was the pain in his heart, his soul, at the thought of never seeing Shuichi again.

And it was all his fault.

Because for once, his damned wish came true.

A/N: I loved this chapter. It came out a lot quicker than I thought it would. Writing from Yuki's POV is surprisingly fun for me. Anyway, thanks for the reviews, and I hope you all enjoy this chapter too. Even if it is kinda short.