Sorry for not posting anything for the past couple of weeks, school is coming to a close and I'm fighting my grades so I won't have to go to summer school again! Not everything in on here that I wanted, but I wanted to make sure that you were able to get it anyway! I tried to make it sad, but if its not, imagine it is...

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Present

Shuichi didn't know when it happened or how, but it did; he woke -still tired- to find himself in a familiar room. The bed wasn't soft, like the one he owned, in fact it felt different yet familiar to him. Turning his head to the side, he saw that the plain alarm clock of the empty night stand, telling him that it was just passed ten in the morning. "What happened?" a quiet voice whispered as a plastic cup was held inches from his face. Shuichi looked up to see an overly worried Hiro standing by the bed; his long scarlet hair in a messy ponytail. His eyes showed unease with darkening circles under his eyes; Shuichi slowly sat up, cringing at the throbbing that came from his head. "Shu?" Hiro asked again.

"Nothing," Shuichi said in a voice that didn't seem to belong to him, silently thanking Hiro for the cup of water, not meeting the other's eyes, and drowned the contents of the cup. He pulled the empty cup away from his mouth, quickly making a face before going neutral at the strange after taste.

"Pain killers," Hiro explained as he sat on the bed next to Shuichi, "you would wake up, say something then knock out again. You would be awake long enough to drink this before passing out, for the past three days." Hiro put the cup on the nightstand, "What happened? What happened three days ago?" Hiro looked straight ahead, "Mr. Yuki is waiting for you to come home; Mr. Seguchi knows that you're here and is helping out with the twins. What happened?" Shuichi looked down at his empty hands, seeing the light line on his ring finger that didn't get tanned.

"...lost..." Shuichi whispered, Hiro turned to him, "I lost...Hiro, I give in." A single tear fell down the pale cheeks that have hollowed out some, "I lost, I'm lost."

Flashback

If Shuichi felt alone when Yuki ignored him years ago -when they're relationship first started- then how he felt at that time was nothing compared to how he feels now. Next to him was Tohma and Mika sitting on the chairs next to him in the quiet waiting room; Shuichi was too busy looking at his shoes -his mind repeating what had happened over and over- while Yuki was pacing back and forth, looking up every time a nurse came in. Who was talking to Shuichi, telling him that it was ok, that it wasn't his fault that Father was in the hospital? Tohma. Not Yuki. There was something in Shuichi that was cracked, something that could only be healed by Yuki himself; with Yuki not even bothering to look this way, he couldn't help but feel the crack get bigger. Now and then he would say something to Tohma or Mika, but not to a broken Shuichi, not even sparing him a glance. Tohma and Mika were concerned for Shuichi, his skin was so pale now, his eyes wide like a deer about to be hit, his pink hair started to darken slowly as time passed. And Yuki didn't see it.

It was well past three am when a nurse came in, looking for Father's family; Shuichi didn't bother getting up, he just kept looking at his shoes while sitting down on a chair. Tohma noticed and waved his wife to join her younger brother; Tohma turned to Shuichi noting that he was really quiet, not something he thought was possible coming from the energetic child. With a warm and soothing hand to rub the stressed back that belonged to Shuichi, Shuichi felt the crack expand a bit more. Risking a look, purple eyes drifted to Yuki to see his cold look on his face -a look that he hadn't seen in years- that was directed at him. Pulling up his legs, Shuichi wrapped his arms around them, holding them close, and buried his head into them. "Is everything ok?" Tohma asked as Mika walked toward them, a small smile of relief on her face.

"Yes," she took her seat back on the other side of Shuichi, a frown on her face when she saw Shuichi's new position, "he'll be fine, he was just taking in a lot of information at the time. The doctor even said that he was on a medicine plan but he hadn't been taking his pills for a few days, it was bound to happen." Mika told more to Shuichi than to Tohma, Shuichi responded by hugging himself closer.

"The doctor said that he's up," Yuki chimed in, glaring at Shuichi's balled up form, not understanding why he was like that, "she said that we could go and visit him, if we want." He took a small step towards Shuichi, a thought going passed his mind saying that perhaps Shuichi needed some space, needed to be by himself. Taking the step back, Yuki turned 180 and headed towards the desk to get his father's information. Tohma, shaking his head at Yuki's retreating form, gave Shuichi a soft squeeze on his shoulder before standing up, Mika got up and the two waited for Shuichi to get up. "I got the room number," Yuki said when he came back, his eyes on Mika and Tohma, avoiding to see a broken Shuichi. "Come on," Yuki headed for the elevators on the other side of the room; he glanced back to see a pale and stiff Shuichi slowly and quietly following Tohma and Mika to the elevator.

They each stood outside the door, not wanting to enter but wanting to at the same time. Sighing, Tohma walked to the door -hearing breathing cease behind him- and opened it, slowly he held the door open for everyone, his blue-gray eyes on the occupant of the room. "Father," Mika whispered, her voice shaking with worry when she saw the wires that connected the said man to the machines. Quickly walking to his side, not knowing where to put her hands, she placed them on the rail and leaned over to the older man. "Father," well aged eyes opened and greeted her gray eyes.

"What happened?" he gruffed out; he looked around the room, spotting Yuki standing against the wall, Tohma standing by the door and it standing next to Tohma, his head bent down. "Ah yes," he smirked at the pink head's direction, noticing that his hair color was starting to darken, "you put me here." Everyone's eyes popped wide, just as they were about to say something, Father put his hand in the air silencing them. "I wish to speak to Shuichi," he spat out, "alone." Tohma and Mika looked at Yuki, hoping that he said no.

"Fine."

Yuki headed towards the door, going around Shuichi -feeling the crack spreading it's fingers throughout his body. Mika followed suit, patting Shuichi on the shoulder, she gave a tight squeeze before she passed him up. Tohma gave him a slight push towards the elder man before closing the door for the two. "Close the blinds." The man gruffed out, turning his head looking for the button to have the bed sit him up. By the time he had sit up, finding himself comfortable, Shuichi had closed the last window, everyone staring confused from the other side of the window. "Now," folding his hands in his lap, Shuichi standing at the feet of the bed with his head down, "divorce Eiri." Cold eyes settled onto the mop of a dimming pink head.

"...no..." Shuichi whispered, "Yuki and I have children to care for now-"

"No, you have children to care for; you're just free loading off Eiri." Father said coldly, "As far as I know, Eiri doesn't have children since he hates children."

"He doesn't hate them," Shuichi's chest tightened, "Yuki loves them, I know he does, he even said it himself!" Closing his eyes as tightly as possible, trying to stop the oncoming tears, his body started to shake.

"Divorce Eiri and I'll send you money to help deal with the brats." The old man rubbed his chin, deep in thought, "That sounds like a good idea, name your price; how much will it take to get yourself and those two out of his life?" Shuichi gasped and looked up at the man, not caring if his tears were shown to him.

"Wha-"

"Eiri needs someone who is worth his time and not a freak. Someone who can carry Eiri's status with pride and show how good of a writer he is; you, however, have been causing him to stall. You give him nothing but distractions, making sure that he makes you food -even though you're a grown...something- and makes sure that you don't get overworked! Your songs suck, there's no meaning behind it even if you state that they're meant to someone or mean something!" Shuichi took a shaky step back, his breath leaving his body; "Eiri is better off with a woman that deserves him, not you. I don't know how many times I must tell you; Eiri does not love you."

That was it, the mirror that reflected Shuichi's life had broken; falling into millions of cracks, his heart ached with need to be near the other but wanted to be alone at the same time. "You're wrong." Shuichi's heart was no longer functioning, but his mind was, "You're wrong! Yuki loves me, he loves the kids, he loves us!" Hot tears poured down the paling cheeks, his words spoke mainly to his heart rather than the man in front of him that was breaking him so easily.

"Hard to believe," the man smirked, "you're the one who put me here. I'm sure that he doesn't want to be with the thing that put his only parent into the hospital; I even bet that he's only caring for the brats because he feels sorry for you. Eiri won't lift a finger to help his own niece, what makes you think he'll help out with those two?"

"..."

"Just face it, you know I'm right," the man waved his hand.

"No! Yuki and I were making love, he took everywhere that-that-that meant everything to me! He told me that he loved me-" Shuichi had taken another step back, his eyes wide.

"Its a lie," the old man sighed, pretending to be annoyed when the boy kept rejecting the "truth", but he was having fun messing with the boy. He had noticed that Shuichi looked like he'd believe anything since Yuki wasn't at his side. "He's been telling you lies for years, he just tells you this so you would shut up. He even married you for the publicity, not because he 'loves' you." Shuichi had backed up against the wall, his head shaking in denial.

Shuichi's mind kept showing clips of him and Yuki; how happy they were the night before the wedding, the moment after they said "I do", when they went to their honeymoon, when they found out that they were going to become parents, when they brought their family home the list goes on and on, but Yuki had only said "I love you" a handful of times they've been together. Most of the time, it just sounded as if he was annoyed. "He...loves...me...right?" Shuichi whispered more to himself; his mind screaming that Yuki loved him, but his heart was broken and had numbed itself of the pain. And, if anyone knew Shuichi well, they knew that he would listen more to his heart than his head. A light sob filled the room, the elder watched and showed his smug of a smile at the boy who covered his mouth, his eyes on the floor. He couldn't breathe, he wanted to get out, he wanted...he wanted...what did he want?

Quickly turning to the door, he heard a cheery bid of farewell from behind, opened the door and ran out of the room. Yuki grabbed his arm before he passed up the waiting room, his head was down, covering his eyes, trying to hide the unstoppable tears; "Shu-"

Shuichi yanked his arm out, feeling his whole body shake as he tried to hold in the sobs; "I'm sorry!" he cried out, holding up his left hand, he yanked off the ring -hearing gasps of shock and his name being called out by people that didn't have Yuki's voice- and shoved it into Yuki's nonmoving chest. "I...sorry." Shuichi ran out of the room, hearing shouts for him to come back, none of them came from Yuki.

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