Author's Note

"It... is... ALIVE." That's right, mother fuckers, I'm back from the dead.

Chapter 7: Visiting Hours Are Over

Bright white walls lined Yuki's vision. His wrist were rubbed red by the straps that tied him to the bed. Stepping in and out of his foggy reality, doctors muttered back and forth while nurses cared for him as he slipped in and out of blackness.

In his sleep he had fought them, the demons. The monsters. The dark circus act that had tormented his buried subconscious to the point of cracking. Humiliated. Hurt. Rapped. Kidnapped. They had stolen the most precious thing in his life.

As he fought, the doctors that watched over his bandaged body had morphed. They wore masks and red suits. He had to fight them. Kill them. Attacking, he would scream, punch, kick, and bite. After three days of this, they had him tied down. He was their captive, but he couldn't stay. Shu-chan needed him.

Squeaking, the door opened and Yuki heard someone step into the room. Disenchanted, he didn't bother to turn his head. When he heard the man's voice, he didn't have to. It was K, here to pay poor Yuki a visit.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Yuki didn't even bother answering.

"I come here to find out you have been lashing out at the nurses and the doctors trying to help you. While Shuichi is out there somewhere, you lay on your ass and throw little bitch fits!"

Turning his head to face the opposite wall, Yuki closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep. K yelled out and grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Get off of me, K!"

"Huh? What's wrong? You don't care about Shuichi? Is that it?" K climbed over the hospital bed rails and sat on top of Yuki, "You don't care? I'll make you care!" He began to rub his crotch against Yuki's. Glaring at K, Yuki struggled to free himself from his bonds, but the leather straps that held his wrists and ankles captive refused to give.

"Get off of me, K!"

Moaning as he unbuttoned his shirt, K smiled as lust burned in his eyes. "What's wrong, Yuki? Is something the matter?" He tilted his head back and let out a full chuckle, "Does this bother you Yuki?" K licked his fingers then slid his hand up Yuki's shirt and began to play with his nipples. "No. It doesn't bother you. You like this. You like this and your going to love it when I slide my cock down your tight throat." K laid down on top of Yuki and rubbed his bare chest against Yuki's face. As he lowered himself to eye level, he used a socked foot to caress Yuki's bare feet while reaching down with one hand and rubbing Yuki's dick.

"I will kill you, K" Yuki growled as he struggled not to breathe in the sweet peppermint scent that hovered around K like a seductive aura.

"But you love this," K whispered in Yuki's ear, "You want this. You don't care about Shuichi, all you want is to lie here and do nothing while people like me touch your flesh and kiss your lips. Just stay there and accept me... I won't be too rough."

Yuki moaned as K pressed his thin, American lips against Yuki's mouth. Trying to keep his mouth closed, K forced his tongue in between Yuki's lips and pressed it against the roof of his mouth. K held Yuki captive in this forced kiss for minutes, all the while slowly rubbing his waist against Yuki's crotch. Yuki could feel K's hardness about to burst through the pant fabric and invade him. This was torture.

K pulled his tongue out of Yuki's mouth and climbed off the bed

K pulled his tongue out of Yuki's mouth and climbed off the bed. Starting to laugh, Yuki spat at him before yelling "You Mother Fuc-"

K pressed a hand against Eiri's mouth, "I told you, you cared. I need you to find Shuichi. Whatever you need to do, do it."

As Eiri rubbed his red wrists, K walked out of the room without another word. Coming in shortly afterwards, a doctor was holding a long needle. "That man out there just said you broke free, Mr. Uesugi. I need you to cooperate or I'll be forced to sedate you."

Yuki glared at him, "I was trying to fix my pillow, Doc. Could you be a dear and come over here and help me with that?" Eiri tried his best to force a smile.

"Alright, but after that I'll have to ask you to go back to sleep. You're still wounded and need all the rest you can get." The doctor walked towards him, once he was close enough, Yuki grabbed the hand that held the needle and pushed it into the doctors own arm. "NO! Stop!" The doctor screamed as Eiri pushed the plunger down and the doctor stumbled around before collapsing on the floor. Jumping out of bed, Yuki paused to look for his clothes. He found them, dressed himself, and then ran out of the hospital.

Once on the grimy streets of New York City, Yuki took a moment to gather his thoughts. It was very possible that if he didn't find Shuichi before the battle of the bands, K could very possibly kill him. This was his home turf. He could do anything that he wanted. Even in Japan, he openly carried fully loaded assault weapons. But was that the real reason?

No. As much as he wanted to deny it, he truly and fully loved Shuichi. After what he had been through, he was lost in a black cloud only to be found by Shu-chan. That small boy was his only tether to reality. Without Shuichi, he would be lost again. Without him... God knows what he would do.

"Listen, shit stains of the underworld," Yuki hissed under his breath, "I'm coming to for you. If you're lucky, Shuichi remains unharmed and your only punishment will be a slow agonizing death. But... if he is hurt in any way... You better pray to Satan that he drags you to eternal torture before I can find you."

After Note:

I suppose I owe you all an apology. I've been insanely busy and my ex just recently broke my heart into tiny pieces. But I decided to make it up to you by working extra hard. Plenty of story left. Oh, I've began a completely original book. My writing teacher is helping to get it published when I finish it. Guess who the main character is?