A/N: Well, here it is everyone, the final chapter of Piece by Piece! Lol, be happy, it's a thousand words longer than the longest chapter so far, and that's without my notes tacked on! Yay for you! According to my Works program, this story is 86 pages on the dot, the longest thing I've ever written by far! Anyway, I hope you all like the ending (even though I feel it is rather anti-climactic as my endings usually tend to be)!!
Gin tore out of the cab before it had even stopped entirely, not even throwing a glance over his shoulder as the driver shouted after him. Even as he was racing up the stairs he was chastising himself. He was overreacting, Izuru was just sick and by showing up on his doorstep after racing there like a bat out of hell he would only make their situation worse.
For once Gin chose to ignore that inner voice entirely, preferring an awkward situation over the news he could risk hearing in the morning if he didn't check on that foolish blond. Nothing could be worse than that, especially when it fully sank in that if Izuru ended up hurt or worse it was about the same as Gin killing him himself.
He jerked to a halt outside Izuru's door and grabbed the handle, a quick jerk confirming what he'd heard Renji say earlier. He beat his fists against the door and rattled the handle.
"Izuru, if yer in there ya'd better open this door!" He shouted without thinking as he continued to batter the door. When a moment later the door was still shut and it didn't seem likely that anyone was going to open it, he stopped to glare at the lock. Oblivious to the few people who had appeared at their own doors to glare at him for being so noisy.
He was sure he could beat the door down if he had to, but that little nagging voice that was clinging to the thought of Izuru being sick dismissed it as a horrible idea. Then he jammed his hand into his pocket and yanked out his wallet.
It should still be there, he had never taken it out after Izuru had given it to him. He slipped his fingers into a small side pocket and slid out the little silver key. He absently thanked Izuru for being silly enough to give him a key to a door that was never locked as he slid the key in and undid the deadbolt.
He managed to shove the key into his pocket as he let the door fall shut behind him, suddenly slowing down his pace now that he was inside. The chance of Izuru being alright floating up again and making him hesitant to just rush through the apartment. A quick glance told him that the kitchen and living room were dark, so he automatically headed towards the bedroom; part of him praying that Izuru was just out cold with a fever, even if that meant that he'd have some serious explaining to do.
He carefully nudged the bedroom door open and stepped into the dark room. The street lights coming in through the window were enough for Gin to make out Izuru on the bed. For the first time in his life Gin felt the force of a full-fledged, icy panic crawl through his veins.
It took a few seconds for him to snap out of his shock and hurry to the bed. He crawled over to Izuru, giving him a once over as he got to him. He was so pale, his skin standing out bright against the dark streaks of dried blood on his arms. Even his hair looked like he had run bloodstained fingertips back through it more than once.
He pulled Izuru into his lap and pressed his fingertips to his neck, feeling anxiously for any sign of a pulse. With the expectance of a weak pulse or none at all, he was surprised at how easily he found it.
"Come on Izuru, open yer eyes fer me." Gin gently shook Izuru's shoulders, though his voice belied how much he wanted to force Izuru awake right that second
He pulled the bloodier of Izuru's arms up to check the gashes in the soft skin. He could see quite a few shallow cuts interspersed between some healing scars, but nothing that would cause him to be unconscious as he was. He even found where Izuru had begun to retrace the thickest of those scars; but the wound was shallow, and though it had obviously bled, it was not enough to be a danger. The blood hadn't even spilled onto the comforter.
Gin checked his other arm and found more of the same shallow slashes, but nothing deep; he hadn't even tried to reopen the suicide scar on this one. He looked around the bed and on the desk, but saw no sign that the blond could've taken any pills or done anything else to himself. All he could find was the cold blade resting not far from Izuru's reach on the bedspread.
He set it on the desk so as not to worry about accidentally cutting one of them on it. He felt for Izuru's pulse again and found it beating just as strongly as before. Though he was grateful beyond words that he was still alive, he couldn't understand how Izuru had come to be in this condition.
"Come on 'Zuru, please, open yer eyes." He gently pushed Izuru's hair back from his face as he held him. He bit back a dry sob as he watched Izuru's face for any movement; this was his fault. If Izuru didn't open his eyes it was his fault, he had never regretted anything before; but now he regretted everything he'd done to Izuru. He knew he should call a hospital, who knew what else Izuru might've done to himself before withdrawing here, but he couldn't bring himself to move and find the phone.
He leaned down to rest his forehead to Izuru's, closing his eyes as he whispered quietly to the blond. He whispered how sorry he was, how jealous he had been and how much he had missed Izuru. He whispered how he would do anything, as long as Izuru just opened his eyes. He whispered it all because he had never felt inclined to apologize for anything so those words were for no one but Izuru. No one else would ever be allowed to hear those words from him with the sincerity that he said them now.
"Nnng…" Gin's eyes snapped open as he heard the faint groan pass Izuru's lips.
"Come on Izuru, wake up." Gin continued smoothing his hand through Izuru's hair as he spoke, watching anxiously as Izuru began to stir.
"Gin…?" Izuru finally opened his eyes and looked up at Gin. Gin jumped a little when Izuru shot up in his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face in his chest. "Gin!"
"Yea, I'm here 'Zuru..." Gin could think of nothing else to say as he carefully held Izuru against him. He tightened his arms around Izuru, he was okay, he was awake and moving; he was okay.
"I would've died sooner if I'd known you'd be here." Izuru sobbed against him.
"Naa, Izuru, ya aren't dead yet. Why would ya try somethin' so stupid?" Gin tipped Izuru's chin up to look at him, wondering if Izuru really believed he'd died. Izuru looked up at him, surprise behind his wet eyes.
"But I-" He dropped one hand to his blood crusted wrist as he spoke, "No…T-that means you're going to leave again!" He pressed himself close to Gin. "Please, please don't leave again; I don't want you to go…"
Gin had come back, now of all times; but would he stay? He couldn't leave again, not after he'd ruined his perfect escape plan. He couldn't just disappear again.
"I'm not gonna leave again 'Zuru, calm down." Gin pulled his face up again and kissed him softly. Izuru didn't let Gin pull away, clinging to him as he silently pleaded for Gin to keep the kiss going. He felt a tiny sob escape when he opened his mouth for Gin to continue the kiss with slow, deep passes of his tongue.
"Please…" Izuru pleaded again when Gin finally pulled away for him to breathe. He wasn't even sure what it was he was asking for; he just knew he couldn't let Gin go.
He tensed in Gin's arms when he felt him loosening his grip and tightened his own grasp on Gin's shirt as they shifted. He relaxed a bit when Gin moved with him as he pushed him back to rest against the pillows on the bed before catching him in another slow, gentle kiss.
"I need'ta find somethin' to clean yer wounds." Gin said quietly before moving to pull away from Izuru.
"No, don't leave yet." Izuru pulled Gin down on top of him and pressed his face into his neck. "Don't go…" He wanted to believe that Gin was just going to get something to clean his arms, but he didn't want to let him go.
Izuru felt Gin nuzzle the side of his face and run his fingers through his hair again. He didn't loosen his grip on Gin, even after he felt him relax against him and stop trying to stand. He moaned quietly before he could stop it when he felt Gin's lips against the side of his neck.
Gin had intended only to kiss the side of Izuru's neck, but before he pulled away old habits rose up and he opened his mouth to leave a familiar bruise on Izuru's pale skin. When he heard a small moan escape Izuru he leaned up and caught him in a long kiss as he let his fingers skate down Izuru's sides.
He pulled Izuru's leg around his waist and ground down against him as he continued kissing him. He shivered a little when he felt Izuru moan into his mouth; he'd missed the taste of that sound quite a bit the past week.
He couldn't keep back a quiet laugh when he felt Izuru trying to tug his shirt over his head while refusing to let go of him. He paused his own touching long enough to help Izuru work their clothes off so that the blond wouldn't have to relinquish his hold. Though he still felt the guilt in the back of his mind for having driven Izuru to be so nervous of him getting up and walking out, he felt oddly happy that Izuru had missed him so much.
Gin smiled as Izuru pulled him back down into another kiss while hooking his leg back over his waist. He made himself continue to trace patterns up and down Izuru's sides, having resolved to move slowly with him for once; hoping that it might calm the boy some.
Izuru couldn't quite make himself believe that Gin was really there; still unsure of whether he had really lived. Why would he have come back so suddenly if not because he was just a figment of his imagination? He was taken by surprise when Gin began trailing kisses down his jaw as he slipped his fingers past his lips. He hesitated for a moment before taking Gins fingers into his mouth, moaning around them when Gin nipped at his neck.
After a moment Gin withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his own mouth. Izuru quickly forgot about them and tried to lose himself in Gin's deep kisses, not paying any notice to Gin shifting above him until he felt a single slick finger pressing into him. His back arched away from the bed slightly and he gasped faintly against Gin's lips.
Gin moved inside him and he moaned in the back of his throat at the sensation, still a little surprised by the whole thing. Gin gradually added a second and third finger, slowly thrusting them in and out of Izuru, drawing out more moans of a higher volume.
Izuru felt himself pressing onto Gin's fingers without thinking, unable to stop himself. A small cry escaped him as he felt Gin's fingertips curl inside him, making his back arch and his arms tighten around Gin's shoulders.
With that Gin finally removed his fingers and settled between Izuru's legs. Izuru felt Gin's hand slide down the back of his leg before stopping behind his knee and raising his leg up. Izuru kept his other leg bent high around Gin's waist, low moans parting his lips as Gin began to press slowly into him.
"Nnngahh…Gin, please…" Izuru breathed against his neck, though he was almost afraid to say anything. The fact that Gin was being so gentle and careful with him made him think maybe it was all just in his head and he didn't want to break the illusion by talking. But Gin was moving so slowly, it was driving him crazy.
Gin laughed quietly at Izuru's words; here he was trying to be careful with him and he wanted him to move quicker. Keeping Izuru's leg hooked over his arm, he pushed all the way into him in one quick move that made the blond buck his hips up and his breath catch in his throat.
He waited a moment for Izuru's breathing to slow before he started to rock his hips. Izuru's arms tightened around him and he could feel his finger nails scraping over his skin and biting into his back.
Before long Izuru was moaning and gasping out his name, his hips rolling up to meet him with every move. It seemed like it had been forever since he'd felt Izuru writhing beneath him and now he was relishing every second of it.
Every breathy moan and sigh, every scrape of fingernails against his back and breath against his neck driving him closer to the edge. His movements became more erratic, his own breath coming in shorter gasps.
He sat up pulling Izuru up with him, keeping him moving the entire time. He wrapped his arms around Izuru's waist and bit at his neck as Izuru's fingers slid through his hair. Izuru arched against him, legs tightening around him as Gin's name twisted into a long moan on his lips. Gin held Izuru tight against him as he was pulled into ecstasy with him, Izuru's name coming from him in a low moan of it's own.
Izuru held tight to Gin as they fell back into the pillows, Gin still inside him. He could hardly catch his breath and was little prepared for Gin to catch him in another long kiss.
"You're really here…" Izuru gasped out when Gin released him, sliding from him and rolling to his side. Izuru still refused to let him go.
"That's what I told ya." Gin laughed softly as he pulled Izuru close. "Did'ya think I wasn't real or something'?"
"I just missed you so much." Izuru murmured, hugging Gin tight. "Wh-why did you leave- Why'd you come back? After what you said…I didn't think I'd see you again…" He had never though Gin would come back for him, not after what Gin had told him when he left. But here he was, lying beside him, holding him close.
"I made a mistake when I left. I didn't- I should've talked with ya before I walked out. I didn't mean any of it 'Zuru, I didn't think ya'd hurt yerself over me." Gin spoke quietly, "I-I missed you too; I'm sorry."
Izuru hadn't expected any apology, it just wasn't something he had ever, ever expected from someone like Gin. He had especially never expected Gin to apologize to someone like him. It left him in a stunned silence.
Gin laid with him in silence for a few more minutes, still holding him close. Izuru was beginning to fall asleep when Gin started to pull away from him. He immediately tightened his hold on Gin, trying hard not to let him go.
"Naa, Izuru, let go." Gin said as he tried to loosen Izuru's hold.
"No." Izuru answered firmly, the last time Gin had said that he'd left immediately after.
"Fine... I guess I'll have'ta carry ya then." Gin said as he dragged Izuru up with him.
"What-ahh!" Gin lifted him off the bed and carried him out of the bedroom. "What are you doing?"
"We need to get ya cleaned and bandaged, I wouldn't wantcha ta get an infection." Gin said as he set Izuru on his feet in the bathroom, leaning around him to turn the shower on.
"Oh…" Izuru said sheepishly, a little embarrassed that he had over-reacted; but he didn't loosen his hold on Gin. Not even when Gin nudged him into the shower, stepping in with him as he pulled the door shut behind them.
He stood under the hot water with Gin's arms around him, the heat and the embrace making him realize how tired he felt. He leaned against Gin as the older man gently washed away the dried blood from one arm at a time so that he could keep the other wrapped around Gin's waist.
Izuru felt some of his concern about Gin leaving again melt away as Gin's hands glided over his skin and through his hair, washing away all the sweat and blood. He almost fell asleep just standing there being treated to such comforting touches.
Gin smiled as Izuru started to lean more heavily against him in the warm water. He had noticed that Izuru looked exhausted and so decided that he ought to get him clean before he fell asleep. He assumed exhaustion must've been what made him pass out earlier and kept him from finishing his task.
Gin shuddered a little as he shut the shower off, it really had been such a close call. To think that he wouldn't even have made it in time if Izuru hadn't of collapsed from lack of sleep… Gin hugged Izuru against him as he slowly maneuvered the blond out of the shower and wrapped them both in a big towel.
He took Izuru back to the bedroom and helped him get some loose pants on and tugged on a pair of Izuru's pajamas as well; they were a bit short in the legs but he didn't care. He managed to get Izuru into the bed without much trouble and the blond fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. At least now he'd be able to dig up some bandages without having to drag Izuru around the apartment.
It took him a while but he managed to find some gauze and a roll of bandage buried in the back of a cupboard. When he came back to the room he found Izuru sitting up in bed hugging his shirt against him and staring at the razor on his desk. He looked up as Gin knocked the blade into the waste basket and dropped down beside him on the bed.
"I-I thought it was only a dream, I woke up a-and you were gone again…" Izuru said quietly with tears at his eyes.
"Ya fell asleep, I was just gettin' somethin' to wrap yer arms with." Gin said as he set his finds on the bed and carefully took one of Izuru's arms. He slowly started to bandage up one arm then the other, being careful not to wrap them too tight. Izuru didn't say anything else, but Gin could feel how intently Izuru was watching him.
"Are- are you going to stay?" He finally asked when Gin had finished with his arms.
Gin pulled Izuru into a hard hug, recognizing the same pain he'd heard all those nights ago when Izuru had first expressed his fear of Gin not staying.
"Ya 'Zuru, I'm gonna stay with ya." he said before softly kissing Izuru and lying down with him. "But ya gotta promise me ya won't do somethin' so stupid again." He added, a little of the fear he'd felt earlier lacing his voice as he spoke.
"I won't! I-I just missed you so much, I thought you weren't going to come back for me." Izuru repeated his earlier words, thought they were already becoming slurred with sleep.
Gin pulled the blankets over them, letting Izuru curl up against him and holding him once he'd settled; burying his face in his damp hair and smiling a little at the feel of Izuru's arms around his waist.
"I love you Gin." He felt Izuru murmur softly against his neck.
Gin didn't say anything, Izuru had fallen asleep as soon as the admission had left his lips. Even if Izuru had been awake he wasn't certain he could've said anything, too shocked to really think of anything.
Maybe he shouldn't have been surprised by Izuru's words, he'd had more than one person confess that they'd loved him. But Izuru had said them even after Gin had nearly killed him; that made them more substantial than any of the other confessions. Gin spent the better part of the night wondering over those words before he finally fell asleep.
Izuru woke slowly, feeling more rested than he had in days. It took a moment for him to register why he couldn't move or what was lying next to him and giving off so much heat. He opened his eyes to find Gin watching him.
"You're still here." He said sleepily, smiling softly as he looked up at Gin.
"I said I would stay with ya." Gin smiled, hugging Izuru against him as he spoke.
"Does that mean you're back for good… or will you leave again?" Izuru asked quietly, almost afraid to here the answer.
"It means I'm back for good whether ya like it or not. I leave ya alone fer a few a days and look what happens." Gin ran a hand over the bandages on Izuru's arms, frowning slightly. "Don't be so stupid next time." he tucked Izuru's head beneath his chin as he spoke.
Izuru curled up close to Gin, happy that he seemed to mean what he said and that he sounded like he had really been worried about him. Gin didn't say anything else and soon Izuru could tell that the man had fallen asleep.
Izuru drifted in and out of sleep, torn between wanting to enjoy Gin's presence and still needing more sleep. He woke up once to Gin sliding from bed and grabbed his hand, the fear of him disappearing rising up again; but Gin promised not to leave the apartment and pushed him back into the bed to continue sleeping.
Gin was stretched out on his stomach, chin resting on the couch arm as he stared at the wall. He had left Izuru to continue sleeping so he could have a chance to think, this way he wouldn't feel like Izuru could read his mind while he laid in bed. Izuru had a tendency of waking up if he was lying awake for too long.
Without warning he heard the front door bang open and he was already mentally kicking himself for not locking the door before a certain redhead stormed into the living room. Renji stopped short when he found Gin stretched out on the couch.
"What the hell are you doing here!?" Renji shouted as he glared at Gin. "I just found out you and Shuhei had a little talk last night and you just ran off, and that Izuru never showed for their date! What did-"
"As pleased as I am to see ya, I would appreciate it if ya didn't scream, I'm tryin' to keep Izuru asleep." Gin glared at Renji as he came forward and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Since he obviously hasn't slept well in days and you obviously haven't bin takin' care of'im, I think he needs the rest." Gin released Renji and stood in front of him. He staggered back a step when Renji's fist connected with his jaw.
"Me?! You're the one who left him behind and told him he was nothin', if he hasn't slept well it's your fault! What're you even doin' here, tryin' to cause more trouble for him?! Just leave him alone, he needs someone who really loves him not someone who's gonna hurt him like you!" Renji was too slow to evade the swing Gin threw at his face.
"Who said I don't love'im, I came back didn't I!? If I hadn't come back for'im he'd be dead now! I thought his friends could take care of'im but it seems yer all worthless since I found'im half-dead last night!" So maybe it was an exaggeration, but only marginally so; Izuru hadn't exactly looked his best when Gin found him.
Renji stopped mid-swing at Gin's words, "What? He tried again!? Shit!" Renji tried to get around Gin and get to the bedroom but Gin caught him by the arm in a grip that was surprisingly strong for someone as thin as Gin.
"I said leav'im, and be quiet! He's fine now an' he needs'ta sleep." Gin forced Renji to stop.
"You're sure he's alright?" Renji asked, his anger forgotten and replaced by concern for his friend.
"I've bin here all night, I'm sure he's fine…" Gin glanced down the hall where Renji was watching the bedroom door. Well, he wasn't dead, but he wasn't sure how long it would take for Izuru to get back to his old self.
"So what're you gonna do with him then? You just gonna come and go like this or what?" Renji asked, forcing himself to stay quiet though there was still an edge to his voice.
"I already told'im I'm stayin' whether he wants me or not, so what do you think?" Gin grinned at Renji. "Aren't ya happy for'im?" He knew full well that Renji would be at odds with the situation but who cared what Renji thought? Not him.
Renji glared at Gin, "I really hate you, ya know that? I'll leave you alone since you did come back, and you're right, I should've been watchin' him closer. But I swear, if you ever do anything like that again; I will not hesitate to track you down and murder you, regardless of the consequences." Renji backed off and started for the front door.
"I'm aware, ya told me this before." Gin rubbed at his jaw where he could already feel a bruise forming, "I'm sure ya could put up a good fight, but I'd still win." Gin smirked as Renji stepped out into the hall.
"Wha!? You asshole!" Renji spun around only to have Gin slam the door in his face.
"Bye-Bye now, Renji." Gin called through the door as he locked it. Gin smiled to himself as Renji continued to beat on the door and shout out his entire vocabulary of obscenities.
Izuru laughed quietly as Gin slid back under the covers with him. He'd heard every word of the fight, and he could still hear Renji pounding on the front door.
"What's so funny?" Gin asked as he curled up with Izuru.
"You and Renji…I really ought to go talk to him before he gets himself thrown out." Izuru sighed against Gin's shoulder. They both fought so much, but the funny thing was they really were a bit alike. Both of them worried about him and, if what Gin had shouted was true, they both loved him in their own way.
"Maybe…I suppose it might be a good idea, or else we won't be able ta get'im to help move me in here." Gin said as he nuzzled Izuru's hair.
"Yeah…-Wait, you're moving in with me?" Izuru looked up at Gin, surprised.
"Of course, you obviously need someone ta keep an eye on ya and I'd rather not have that loud mouth in the hall here every time I come over. Besides, I'm gettin' tired of draggin' my things around." Gin smiled at him.
Izuru pulled Gin into a kiss, moaning softly when Gin responded by pushing him down into the pillows. It wasn't long before hands started roaming and the scant little clothing they had on disappeared beneath the sheets. They both soon forgot Renji and he was left to bang on the front door.
Over the next week Gin wouldn't let Izuru leave the apartment for anything. He talked Renji into getting copies of the notes and lectures for their classes, and when he wasn't making Izuru sleep he was keeping him on track with his lessons.
Izuru was surprised by how much effort Gin put into making sure he got all his assignments taken care of. It just didn't seem like something the lazy man would worry about. Then again with Renji making threatening phone calls every time he turned around, he couldn't really blame him.
When he wasn't being made to sleep or do work Gin would keep him in bed for other less productive reasons. More than once Izuru admitted to loving Gin, murmuring it to him quietly as they laid exhausted in each other's arms. Gin never answered him, only tensed up and then hugged him tight.
Izuru didn't mind that Gin never repeated the words to him, he could feel it in all the little touches and embraces. The fact that Gin had come back, and that he was trying hard to keep everything in order while he took care of him was proof enough as well. It also helped that once or twice, he'd heard Gin whisper it to him when he thought that Izuru was sleeping.
He didn't quite understand why Gin seemed so troubled by saying it out loud, but he knew that he would some day. Until then he was content with late night murmurings and warm embraces.
"I don't know why I agreed to help either of you with this!" Renji groaned as he dumped another box on the living room floor. "You're both assholes, I should've just made you move in on your own."
"Come on Renji, quit complaining, I help you shuffle stuff around your apartment for no reason all the time." Izuru laughed as he set his own box down. "At least moving stuff now is actually doing something."
"Yeah, but I don't make ya carry everything up god-only-knows how many stairs!" Renji continued to moan, "Besides, fox-face isn't even helpin'! He's just layin' on the couch and watchin'!" Renji waved his hand in Gins direction as he shouted.
"I boxed it all an' brought it over, an' I'll help un-box it later." Gin smiled lazily from the couch before rising up and going to wrap Izuru in a hug from behind.
"You two are creepin' me out, I'm goin' down for another load of this crap!" Renji left as Gin started to bite at Izuru's neck.
"You should stop or he won't help us and then you might have to actually carry something." Izuru smiled and leaned back into Gin.
"Are ya implyin' that I'm bein' lazy?" Gin asked with a smile.
"Maybe I am." Izuru tipped his head back on Gin's shoulder and kissed him, "Besides, if you help too Renji will go home and we'll have the apartment to ourselves again." Izuru smiled up at him as he felt Gin's arms tighten around his waist.
"Well, what're ya waitin' for Izuru; we'd better go help'im." Gin smiled as he started dragging Izuru out the front door.
A/N:
So, basically, Izuru didn't manage to kill himself because he more or less passed out from lck of sleep, (remember last chapter he hadn't slept much more than 5 hours in the last 7-8 days, hence his hazy thoughts.) haha, I'm such a cheater I know. But be happy, 'cause as Gin said, had Izuru not passed out he wouldn't have made it in time, thus leaving us with a dead Izuru. Also, if you're wondering wht exactly a "dry sob" is, it's something between a gasp and a choke, so a sob minus the tears lol, I just couldn't see Gin honestly crying, even in that situation.
Annnnyway, Thank everyone sooo much for all the wonderful reviews, you all made me so very happy while I was writing this fic!!
Extra note: For those of you who check my page or have me on your watch list, Im curious as to which you'd rather read next. I might end up posting a chapter of both and then, knowing me, continue on with one before coming back to finish the other. So I'd like to know which is more appealing now.
Option one: A new Byakuya and Hanatarou fic. It would take place in the same setting as this fic did, only about a year before this one. There is the possibility of the relationship between Izuru and Shuhei being expanded on the sidelines of that story. At the moment I've got the vague outline of the plot going, but I can't really say how long it will be in the end (Obviously, when I started this one I said maybe 3 chapters and look where we are now XP)
Option two: A Demyx and Zexion fic that might have some AkuRoku on the sidelines. I've got a better idea of this story, but once again don;t know how long it will be. All I know is that I just have an idea for those two and it's been in my head the ByaHana fic since I started Piece by Piece lol.