Author's Note: Hey guys! You're baaaaaaaaack. Wow that's always good…so I reread this story, and it doesn't really seem to be getting anywhere…at all…I was hoping that it would be over by now at least, but not even close…hnnn…..blahhh….it's going so slow, cuz I can only write on Tuesdays, when no one's home….otherwise I get weird looks and questions from my parents…I wish I could see the look on their faces...if only they knew….
Just so you know, I have absolutely no control over this story anymore. It woke me up last night with a knife to my throat and threatened to kill me if I didn't update it, and let it go wherever it wanted. So it will never end (just joking)…(but don't tell it I said that)
Anyways thanks for all the reviews people, they're so nice! I save them in my inbox and read them when I need to write a new story (ok, I know I'm a loser…)
And so, the story continues…
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"Well, if you aren't going to listen, we might as well move on to the next stage…"
Yuki and Hiro were finally on the move again after Yuki's…"episode". They had gone back to the park bench where the two had been sitting, and from there, started tracking Shuichi's path. They can to the edge of the park, where the path met the sidewalk, and considered the options.
"Hmm…ok, I'll go right, you go left." Yuki, who had already started down the sidewalk to the left looked over at Hiro just in time to see the sarcastic smile slip off his face. But he let it slide, he had better things to do…
As he walked down the sidewalk, he contemplated the events of the past week. Never had he felt so many emotions in such a short period of time, or, in any time in general. It was like what had started with seeing that boy on TV had escalated into a full scale flood from his heart. It was like, he thought, chuckling to himself, like the boy who stuck his finger in the dyke.
With these complicated thought rolling around in his head, he almost missed the scuffle going on inside of an alley he passed. He had already walked by, when he heard a muffled scream coming from that direction. Immediately, he back-pedaled and glanced in the alley.
What he saw brought on a new onslaught of feelings. As he saw a tall dark haired man pressing Shuichi up against the wall, running his hands down the boy's thighs, the first thing he felt was anger. That little slut! But then he realized that Shuichi was obviously not enjoying what was happening, and was struggling to get free. Then he was incredibly angry.
Memories of what happened with Yuki Kitazawa flashed by his eyes in quick succession, and he could feel his brain shutting down as his adrenaline took over. He stepped directly into the narrow alley, making his presence known.
"Ahem."
Taki looked up from where he was currently playing with Shuichi's belt. His face went from fearful to smug in three seconds as he realized that although Yuki was a big guy, he still had two enormous guys that could beat him up. Or so he thought…
He was proved quite wrong, when Yuki quickly and efficiently took out both of the men in less than two minutes, leaving one of them moaning on the ground, and the other running out of the alley for his life.
"I suggest you let him go." Yuki used his coldest voice to address the would-be rapist.
Taki scowled over at him, and looked for a moment like he might not listen, but seeing Yuki crack his knuckles maliciously, he shoved Shuichi into the direction of Yuki, and ran off.
The singer stumbled across the ground, and ended up in Yuki's warm arms.
"Hey…hey," Shuichi looked up at him, "Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?" Tears leaked out of his eyes silently, and fell onto Shuichi's cheeks, mingling with the smaller boy's tears. He managed a small nod.
Yuki sighed in relief. Thank god he had gotten there in time…who knows what could have…Just the thought made him sink to the ground, leaning up against the wall, and still holding the boy tightly in his arms. If Taki had had his way…it would have been his fault. His fault again that someone got hurt…his fault.
A tearing sob escaped from his throat, followed by a tight gasp. After not crying in six years, it came as quite a surprise, actually feeling something. He tried to hold in the sobs as best he could.
A small movement around his waist alerted him to Shuichi's presence again. The slight boy looked up at the writer with a worried expression on his face.
"Don't try to stop it, it'll feel good." He grinned sardonically. "I must do it ten times a day!"
A laugh flew out of Yuki's mouth before he could stop it, and then he completely broke down, and cried in Shuichi's arms.
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Hiro had been needlessly wandering the streets for hours, when he finally started walking back to the park. There was no way that he was going to find the singer now, and maybe Yuki had already found him. And so, he went home.
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Yuki hesitantly opened his eyes, and looked around at his surroundings. Where the hell was he? A small movement in his lap alerted his to the small singer sleeping against him, and he realized that they were still in the alley. He must have fallen asleep!
Softly shaking the sleeping boy off of him, he stood up shakily and stretched. How long had they been here? Taking a glance at his watch, he swore under his breath.
"Hey." At first, it was quiet.
"HEY! Kid, wake up!" No response.
"Damn." Yuki kicked Shuichi lightly in the side.
"Uh…just a bit…longer…"
"Ok kid. Get. Up. Now, or I'm leaving you here. Today!"
Shuichi slowly got to his feet, wiping the sleep out of his eyes, and studying the alley. Surprise was evident on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"Um, where are –"
"Are you okay?"
Shuichi glared at Yuki. "Yes, I am okay! Where—"
"Good. Bye."
The singer's mouth opened wordlessly, and then shut again. A stubborn look set across his face.
"Bye."
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(A few days later)
Shuichi quietly walked up to the door of Yuki's apartment, dressed like a burglar in all black (he even had a little black toque).
Looking around his to confirm solidarity, he then pulled a white envelope out of his pocket, and taped it gently to the door. Inside was a ticket to his upcoming concert, and backstage passes, which were meant as a thank-you gift for rescuing him. Also, he hoped that Yuki would forgive him for whatever he had done that made him act so cold in the alley.
Satisfied that the tickets were not going to fall off, he cautiously made his way back to the lift.
Unknown to him, a curious eye had been watching him through the peek hole. As he got on the lift, a little old lady slowly crept out of her room and walked over to Yuki's door. Upon examining the envelope, she stuck her hand in and withdrew the contents.
A sharp intake of breath broke the silence of the hallway, as she saw that she was, in fact, holding tickets and a backstage pass to the sold-out concert of her gods. Obviously this Yuki didn't know, or that pink guy wouldn't have been sneaky, so he wouldn't know if she took them…
She threw a note, stuck to the back of the ticket, that had been hastily scribbled on a piece of pink paper into the trash can
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Author's note: Grr! That mean old lady…hehe maybe she'll make an appearance at the concert…sorry about the shortness, it's not that I don't love you, it's just…I'm incredibly lazy! (and my mom just walked in the door)
Ta ta for now!
