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Chapter 9

A sound of clicking could be heard and a door opened. Every where was dark. Moonlight was peering inside the rooms from the big windows, making everything look palely golden. Everything looked like …Yuki's eyes. .The sound of footsteps echoed in the big apartment. The lights went on and revealed Eiri. The tall man went straight into his bedroom.

Every thing looked foreign and strange. It seemed they belonged to somewhere else, they looked uncomfortable and lonely, even the picture of the smiling boy on Eiri's desk. The young boy looked sad, almost guilty for what he had done to the blonde man.

Eiri was feeling horribly light headed as he made his way towards his bed. Four full glasses of bear and a glass of red wine had done their work and now, He was seduced, Seduced by two bright eyes and full lips, seduced by slender frame and fair skin, seduced by honest smiles and shyness, seduced by blushes and pouts.

Yes, Eiri Yuki, A well- known professor, a charming, beautiful, intelligent and sexy man was seduced by the innocence of a young boy, as impossible as it seemed.

Eiri's body was aching from working for so long and his head was spinning. Although his lips were aching for a cigarette, he just ignored the need and lied down on his king sized bed. Staring at the fool moon, He thought how much Shuichi looked like this moon, Pale but beautiful, small but bright. His mind drifted to his young patient. Shuichi and his stubbornness, Shuichi and his innocence, Shuichi and his childishness, Shuichi and...

Eiri shook his head. Everything was uncertain about that boy. He was dying to know more about him. To know who he was, what he liked and what he disliked. Why was he in the hospital and so many other whys, but he couldn't risk the little trust he had won with such difficulties.

Trust...he mouthed the world to himself. It seemed new and queer. Was it necessary to win the boy's trust? Was it necessary to help the boy? Why was he helping him? He was sure it wasn't because of Tohma. He never cared about Tohma. Tohma's worries had nothing to do with him. It wasn't because he felt responsible because He wasn't a responsible doctor .Then what was the reason? Why he wanted to help Shuichi? Why he wanted to make him feel better? What was the reason for him to feel like this? Why was he feeling seduced?

Eiri sat on his bed and ran a hand through his well combed blonde hair. Everyone knew that Eiri was a rich playboy who didn't gave a damn about anybody. He was a sexy blonde hair who did what he felt like doing, nothing more and nothing less. How many people had he slept with? He couldn't remember. He didn't want to remember. Life was just fine like this. He always told himself that he liked to be left alone. That the power of one was stronger than two but now...

He could feel that something was not right. Something was missing. It wasn't love. It couldn't be love because he simply didn't believe in love. It wasn't money because he was as rich as a 28-year-old can be. It wasn't loneliness because he worshipped loneliness. It wasn't desire or sex because damn it! It was only an hour ago that he turned Angelina down for the third time in a week. Then what was missing? What was the problem? What was Shuichi doing to him?

He always knew the answers. He was the best. Nothing was a mystery to him, so what was the sudden change of events? Why Shuichi had made him so confused and powerless? He was just a fucking kid for god's sake!

Every morning he told himself that he was going to forget about Shuichi and Shuichi was out of his life, but whenever he passed the young boy's room, a magical power made him go inside and talk to that little angel who had pink hair and lavender eyes, lavender eyes that always shone with innocence. Always something made him go inside just to see that shining light inside the boy's big eyes. He always visited him just to hear him say 'doctor Yuki'. He always visited him just to see those small pink lips pout or tighten. Somehow he had become addicted to Shuichi.

He could remember that day when Shuichi cried on his chest. The memory was so vivid. He could still smell Shuichi's scent. It wasn't something normal. He smelled like a...child. He smelled of ...He didn't know. He had never smelled something like Shuichi. Shuichi's scent wasn't earthy.

Eiri shook his head with frustration .He was a man and here, he was thinking about Shuichi's scent! Getting up angrily, he changed into his pajamas and went to the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw a tired face of a famous intelligent doctor who was confused.

"Who am I?"

It was the first thing that had crossed his mind when he met Shuichi. Was he the person he wanted to become? Was life always like this, so plain and so colorless? Was it going to stay like this? Was he ...happy?

He always told himself that people who were seeking for happiness had nothing in their life, but was it right to live like this? Something was missing in his life, a missing part that he was longing to find. What was that missing part? What could it be?

The sound of doorbell made him come back to the earth. Closing the bathroom door, he walked toward the door. Sighing softly, he opened the door and was met with the beautiful girl he had come to know only two months ago.

Angelina sweetly smiled and raised her right hand. Eric immediately recognized his wallet and stared at it. The wallet kept staring back but Eiri didn't know what to say. Tonight his mind wasn't working properly and he had a bad desire to sit on the hard ground and cry like a baby.

Not waiting for another second to pass, he grabbed Angelina by the waist and pinned her against the cold wall. He just hoped that tonight's activities would make him forget about that missing part, but he knew that he was only fooling himself. Through the night, he made love to her when his mind was whispering one word over and over, loving it, worshiping it, memorizing it in the depths of pleasure…Shuichi.

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Fear was filling the room like a poison. Everything looked frozen, out of place. There was nothing warm and soothing there, only the freezing touch of horrifying memories.

The room was cold and damp. It was always like this. He didn't like it. It made him frightened and shaky. The walls of the room held so many terrible memories. They looked unforgiving, mocking him, scaring him, making him want to cry.

He circled his trembling hands around his weak knees and listened, but there was no sound, not even the sound of his heart beat. His heart was aching. It was making him feel sick, it was making him want to vomit, but he was too scared to say anything. It was better to stay quiet.

The pale moonlight was making his slender form shine in the corner of the room. He looked like a small pink rose trapped in an endless desert, a desert made of a man's desires, made of a man's madness or was it made of the cruelty of life? Maybe it wasn't the man he was fighting with, maybe it was his destiny that was against him. Yes, he knew it from the beginning that the winner of this battle was chosen when he wasn't born. Nobody could win against destiny. He was the loser from the very beginning of the game. Was it even a game?

The door opened. He could not see anything, but he knew who was there, he knew by the sound of heavy foot steps, he knew by the new smell in the room, the smell was unforgivable; it was disgusting, nauseating and filthy. Something he could never forget. It was the smell of a man who he feared the most. The fear made him paralyzed. He only hugged his knees tighter. There was nothing he could do.

The man knelt next to him. He could feel the coldness of the man. He could almost feel the cruel smirk, the brutal hands, and the evil sparkle in the eyes. There was nothing he could do.

A hand touched the skin of his neck, making it dirty. A voice whispered in his ear.

"I missed you beautiful."

There was nothing he could do….

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Mrs. O'Hara was tired, so tired that she was ready to fall sleep on the damned small and uncomfortable chair, but she didn't. She fixed her small green eyes on the picture of a nurse hanging on the wall. The picture was showing that every body should be quiet in the hospital. Mrs. O'Hara sighed. Every idiot knew to be quiet in the damned hospital and it was always quiet. The silence always made you want to commit suicide. There were always pictures of death people in her mind, but God knew how much she loved this job. She did not know why, but she always felt proud of being a nurse, she always felt proud of helping people.

Sleep was over taking her. She was almost sleep when she heard a noise. It was from room 107, the room of that pink hair boy, the poor but lovely boy. The sounds increased. They were moans, but when she listened more carefully, the looked more like whimpers.

Standing up slowly, she walked to the room and opened the white door. It was what she always did to the boy, waking the boy up. Shuichi never spoke about those dreams, but one thing she was sure of was that the dreams, no, the nightmares were horrible. She could tell by the tears on the boys face and the helpless moans.

The boy was hugging the pillow next to him so tightly that his knuckles had turned white. His head was trashing from one side to the other. Sweat was visible on his now, very pale face. His mouth was slightly open. His whimpers were filling the room….he was having a nightmare…again.

Mrs. O'Hara Sighed. It was not his first time. It always happened every single night….poor boy…but this time, there was something different.

She stood next to the boy and shook him, once, twice, but no, he was not waking up. He was talking to himself. Now, this one was new, Shuichi had never talked in his dreams before.

"No, Don't do it, please don't do it, I swear! No! No!"

Shuichi was calling a name under his breath over and over. At first, she couldn't understand who he was calling, but the calling became louder, more desperate, more needing.

"Yuki…Yuki…Yuki…"

She gasped loudly as the boy started to tremble. It was a sickening sight. Mrs. O'Hara watched as the boy's body went rigid. She started to shake him forcefully now, but no, this time he was not waking up.

"Yuki…Yuki…Yuki…"

She went out to find a phone as fast as she could. As she picked up the found, she noticed that her hands were shaking, just like Shuichi's body.

"Hello?"

"Doctor Yuki? This is Nurse O'Hara speaking…"

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Eiri robbed his eyes as he made his way to the room 105, or was it 109? He could not remember. He was peacefully sleeping next to Angelina's warm body when the phone had ranged. It was a nurse talking a bout a boy or something like that. He almost groaned. Damn this fucking hospital! Couldn't they leave him alone? He knew that in the morning, he had hell to pay. Angelina was going to kill him with endless questions, thinking he had gone and slept with somebody else. Who did they think he was? He was not a sex machine! He did not sleep with everybody, at last not after he had seen Shuichi. Every time he had sex, the image of the boy with that smile would burn his mind.

"Oh Doctor Yuki! I'm so sorry for calling you in this late hour, but there was nothing we could do! He's been calling your name over and over!"

"Who?"

His mind started to work again. Somebody was calling his name. Somebody was having a nightmare. They could not wake him up. Damn the nightmares. Damn the hospital. Damn him. Damn the world. He was not in the mood of handling psychopaths.

"Shindou sir."

He did not wait anymore. He went straight to the room which he was so familiar with and true to Mrs. O'Hara's words; the boy was having a nightmare. He was looking in a great pain. Cold sweat was running from his forehead on his pale cheeks, his eyes were tightly shut and his hands were clenching and unclenching the pillow.

He sat on the bed and listened.

"Help! Help! No! No! Help…Help!"

Eiri did not say anything. The boy's was full of fear, full of pain. What was he seeing? What could possibly make him so scared?

"Yuki…Yuki…Yuki…"

At first, he thought he heard wrong. Shuichi could not say his name in the middle of his nightmare. He wasn't the cause of Shuichi's nightmares, right?

A doctor came in. He looked very young, probably one of those doctors who were working to gain experience. Yuki had never seen him before. There was a syringe in the man's hand. He guessed it was for making Shuichi sleep.

Yuki slowly shook Shuichi's slender arm, but he did not react. His face was flushed with pain and fear.

"He will not wake up. It's not his first night. We always inject him. There is no other way. If we don't give him drugs, he will suffer until morning comes."

The young man was about to inject the syringe, when Yuki heard his name again. Shuichi was indeed saying his name, but it was not painful, nor was it fearful. It was desperate, in a pleading tone. Yuki stopped the man from injecting. Maybe there was something he could do.

The emotions he was feeling in that moment was indescribable. It was ecstasy and happiness mixed with a fear unknown to his mind.

The boy's voice was desperate, needing, pleading.

A chill ran down on his spine. Shuichi looked so vulnerable, so helpless, and so defenseless. He looked ready to be taken. Yuki inwardly shivered. No! Nobody had the right to take Shuichi. It was impossible.

"Yuki…Yuki…"

"Shuichi…Shuichi…wake up. I'm here, you're safe. Come on, wake up."

Nothing happened. The boy's pleading voice increased as if he had recognized the rich sound of Eiri.

"Yuki…Yuki…"

"I'm here Shuichi, You are safe. It's over. I'm here now, wake up, wake up."

Like a powerful magic, the whispers of Yuki, Made Shuichi calm down. Those lovely lavender eyes did not open, but the boy's face was now serene. He was not having a nightmare anymore. The young boy looked so…innocent.

Yuki, not being able to stop himself, gathered the boy in his arms. He was so cold. It felt like life was gone from his body. Yuki shivered again. Shuichi's head was on the crook of his neck, making it wet by the tears, but he did not mind.

The young doctor was looking at the scene in utter disbelief. So people were right when they were saying this Yuki doctor could do magic. Maybe he really did know about magic. Nobody had done this ever before. How could his whispers make the nightmares go? Why was the boy calling for help from Doctor Yuki? It was scary.

Soon, the boy was sleeping like a small baby, with easiness on the beautiful, but pale face. Yuki quietly left the room, but he did not go home instead, he went to his office and watched the moon fading and the sky getting red and blue. Soon, the sun was going to rise.

A new feeling was rising in him too. A feeling of burning passion in his stomach going toward his heard. The voice was still clear in his mind, that pleasuring voice of the pink hair boy, calling his name with plead, asking for help from him, him and nobody else.

A small smile appeared on his lips and unlike so many times before, it was real.

Shuichi did not remember anything in the morning.