Hello! I know it's nearly 9 months since I've last updated this. Gomen!! I know I deserved to be thrown with rotten eggs, tomatoes, potatoes and apples.

So much had happened ever since I graduated. Working is tougher than I thought and I could never get enough of time. There are times that I really wanted to abandon this fiction but reviews kept pouring in, demanding when I'll update Addicted to Shuichi. I'm really grateful to people who bombarded me with mails, for without them, I would have seriously stop writing. It gives me a great satisfaction to know that there are readers who are waiting to read my fiction and that I'm remembered despite I've been hiding for so long.

There's so much reviewers I'd like to thank, but I don't think it's possible for me to name all. I'll just name a few: Flippy, Mistal, Devils-Advocate3, SetoKaibaWheeler, baka angel neko, Aacire, Shadowfox13, violet heart… and everyone else who read my ficcie.

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Ashley Vulpix, for constantly supporting me. She did not pressure me to continue writing, but politely asked if I would still like to continue this fiction. And that really triggers and inspires me to continue. Ashley is currently translating Addicted to Shuichi in Spanish, so please read her translated version if you understand the language!

This chapter is beta-free. I didn't want to bother anyone, so... Please excuse if you spot anything weird. It's been a while since I last wrote.

I have to escape.

Those four little words kept repeating in Shuichi's mind. His eyes frantically searched around the bathroom, looking for every possible way of escaping the tiny place. How could he escape from Eiji? This is an apartment, for goodness sake. Then, he remembered something that Hiro taught him when he was in school.

You have to think out of the box. Sometimes, things could be three dimensional.

Shuichi's eyes darted to the top and bingo! There's a window! He cursed himself for his stupidity, wondering why the hell he had never thought of looking upwards. A normal, slightly more intelligent person would have seen it in the first place. Making a mental note that he would pay more attention to his studies in the future, he threw the towel away and began dressed hurriedly.

Purposely avoiding the pink thong, Shuichi pulled his own dirty briefs and kicked the thong away to one side, never wanting to see it again.

"Shuichi-sama, are you all right?"

Startled, Shuichi quickly replied, "Uh.. yeah, I'm fine. I need to uhm.. do my business for a moment."

"Are you in pain, Shuichi-sama?" the voice behind the door asked, concerned.

Shuichi thought for a moment. 'Answer yes, he would barge into the bathroom. No and he would be suspicious.' Shuichi hesitated before answering, "I have stomach problems," he answered weakly, pretending to be in pain.

"Do you need medicine? I'll bring some immediately," Eiji answered.

Shuichi heard his footsteps gently fading away and he knew that he must seize the opportunity to climb out of the window.

With the help of the bath tub, he climbed above and opened the window. There wasn't much room for Shuichi to squeeze, considering its height and the size of the window.

Miracle. Shuichi thought when he jumped onto the balcony silently. Thanking his lucky stars that the balcony is only on the first floor, Shuichi began to observe how to jump off the balcony without getting hurt.

Concrete pavement. Ugh, that would hurt, badly. He moved to the side of the balcony and looked elsewhere, carefully avoiding the door. He was afraid Eiji might notice his silhouette and his plans to escape would be foiled in an instant. He looked everywhere but the safest way was actually to jump on the soft beads of flowers that someone planted below.

"Shuichi? Are you all right? Answer me!"

The singer realized that there was no time to lose; he had to jump or risk getting caught again. He quickly climbed on the balcony, sat on the edge and stared at the beautiful flowers below.

Here it goes. Shuichi took a deep breath, shut his eyes tight and jumped.

He landed on the flowers with a thud. He breathed quicken and was amazed that he survived the fall without any broken bones. He stood up, brushed off the dirt on his trousers and walked away.

He hadn't gone very far when he felt an excruciating pain on his ankle. He bit his lip, trying not to scream out loud as he knew it would probably sent Eiji running out. He limped to a nearby park and sat on the bench away from the illuminating lights.

If only I have my mobile phone. Shuichi sighed.

Back in the apartment, Eiji was getting worried. He heard the water running but Shuichi sama wouldn't answer him. Is he too sick to answer me or is he mad that I kept him here without his permission? The man paced worriedly. He knocked and called again, but Shuichi did not answer.

The singer was as quite as a mouse. It felt as though as he wasn't there at all. Wasn't there? The former manager asked himself.

Oh god. Eiji swore and banged the door, calling Shuichi again and again. The water was still running but no sounds of Shuichi. He had a sick feeling that Shuichi wasn't inside the bathroom at all.

Don't be silly, Eiji Tono. What are you talking about? Shuichi-sama couldn't possibly go anywhere. He must be taking his shower. Eiji laughed insanely. His hands crept up to his hair and pulled them firmly, trying to rationalize that Shuichi wouldn't be anywhere but in the bathroom.

Eiji couldn't take it anymore. He kicked the door, but it was locked from inside and no matter how easy it seemed to be in the movies, Eiji couldn't kicked the damn door opened. He tried to force it open with his shoulder but that didn't work either. He resolved to the easiest way; a way that he could have never thought while he was mad. He opened the door with a key he rummaged in the old cupboard left by the former tenant.

The first thing that Eiji saw when he successfully opened the door was the pink thong he bought for Shuichi. It was kicked to the side of the wall and it looked as though as it had been trampled.

Weird. The water is running too smoothly! Eyes widened, Eiji took a giant step into the small bathroom and slid the shower door opened forcefully. Sure enough, Shuichi wasn't there, taking his shower as he thought he would be. His eyes traveled upward and found the small window opened.

Cursing, Eiji ran out of the bathroom and began his search for his Shuichi sama.

Hideaki looked at his watch and frowned. He promised his sister that he would returned soon but his friends refused to let him go after the basketball game. When he finally managed to slip out of the group unnoticed, the sky was darker than he expected. He pedaled his bicycle faster, glancing at his wrist watch as he did. He decided to cut through the deserted park than using his usual normal path as he knew he could race home faster. His eye caught a figure walking slowly across the park. He thought it was rather strange to see someone in the park at the hour so he pulled his brakes to a complete stop, trying to determine the identity of the person. He was behind a few shady trees and was quite certain that the person would not notice him peeping.

He noticed a young lad hobbled his way to the phone booth. There was something so familiar about the teenager. He concentrated harder, trying to recollect his memories. The pink hair and pretty face looked achingly familiar; he remembered seeing him in one of those ridiculous pop star magazines that his sister used to force him to read.

Shindou Shuichi, the lead singer of Bad Luck! What the hell was he doing in a deserted park?

Maybe I should get his signature, just for Hina. She'll be ecstatic to know that I've met her biggest idol and she'd forgive me for coming home late.

Hideaki parked his bicycle. Before he could take his first step however, he saw another man creeping towards the phone booth where the singer was. Hideaki recognized him as the tall man who sometimes appeared in the magazine alongside with Shindou Shuichi, but exactly what was their relationship and what was he doing in the park, he had no idea whatsoever.

He briefly remembered Hina telling him that Shindou Shuichi was romantically linked to popular and dashingly handsome writer Yuki Eiri. So, there was no way that man could be Yuki as he remembered that Yuki was blonde.

Hideaki stay rooted on his spot, unsure what to do. He observed the tall man crept to the phone booth where the singer was and without warning, he opened the phone booth and spoke to Shuichi.

Shuichi looked shock but as he raised his hands to push the man away, he had already pressed something onto his face.

Something was definitely not right, Hideaki thought as he saw Shuichi fell to what seemed to be unconscious. He carried Shuichi in a bridal fashion and quickly disappeared from the park.

Stepping out from his hiding spot, Hideaki was unsure what to do. He could go home and pretended that nothing happened but he felt uneasy.

Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi.

Yuki Eiri thought that he would go mad at that very moment thinking about his lover. He hadn't seen him for a three days but it felt as though as it had been for months. He longed to hear him shout his name, annoy him, jump onto him and hear him complain endlessly. Heck, at the thought of Shuichi, Yuki hardened. Damn it, he hadn't had sex with him for days and he felt pounding his little Shuichi right now. The itch became so unbearable that he had to relieve himself in the toilet. His hand trembled as he touched his harden organ and he quickly thought about Shuichi as he bring himself to pleasure.

He stepped out of the toilet, a little mortified with what he had just done. The author cursed and lit a cigarette.

"Eiri!"

Yuki almost dropped the nicotine stick. Taking three big strides to the door, he grabbed his still panting brother in law and shook him wildly.

"You found Shuichi?" Eiri almost shouted. Please let him be alive.

Still gasping for air, Touma nodded at first and shook his head later.

Irritated, Yuki shook Touma more vigorously. He demanded, "What do you mean by that?"

"Some…" Touma panted. He looked as though he has been running a flight of stairs.

"Some… Someone saw Shuichi on the park just now."

Yuki extinguished the cigarette and muttered dangerously, "Where?"

"Outskirts of Shinjuku. Shuichi was wandering at this quiet park and.."

"Is the information reliable? We can't be wasting our time looking aimlessly," Yuki interrupted.

Touma, who finally got over the panting looked deep into his brother-in-law's piercing eyes. "It's reliable. One of my men saw this teenager pacing back and forth near the park muttering Shindou-kun's name. He merely asked what happened and he told him that he saw someone resembled Shuichi in the deserted park," he explained.

"How could he be so sure?" The blonde challenged.

Touma answered, "The teenager said that his younger sister is a huge fan of Shindou-kun. And he recognized him as the singer of Bad Luck."

"I'm going there," Yuki announced abruptly, grabbing his coat on the sofa.

"Eiri, wait. There's more."

Yuki halted his steps and waited for the NG president to continue.

"The teenager said he saw someone crept behind him and made him unconscious before carrying him away…."

Yuki feared for the worst to come any moment. He closed his eyes, praying that Touma wouldn't confirm his worst fears.

"And that man is identified as Eiji Tono," Touma ended his last words in an audible whisper.

"How sure was the boy?" Yuki asked, still refusing to open his eyes.

Touma answered, "He recognized him in the magazine with Bad Luck recently. One of my men showed him the group photo and he immediately pointed to Eiji Tono."

Yuki's heartbeat almost came to a sudden stop. Eiji Tono had captured his Shuichi. He gritted his teeth and curled his fist into a tight ball before punching it to the mahogany table. He welcomed the pain as he could not think of any other way to release his frustration and anger. The writer immediately thought of Shuichi and the fear that Shuichi might be raped again haunted his mind. He remembered when Hiro angrily told him what Aizawa Tachi did to Shuichi; he nearly killed that man with his bare hands. For months, the incident haunted him, causing him sleepless nights. He felt Shuichi's pain, his cries as he pleaded for mercy.

"Eiri?"

Yuki moved away from Touma. No, he couldn't bear to allow Shuichi to repeat that again. He had to find that bastard fast. Yuki had seen the lust in Eiji's eyes; he looked as though he was ready to devour Shuichi the last time.

"Eiri, Are you…

"Where is the bastard?" Yuki turned to look at Touma, his eyes narrowed into a murderous glare.

"I…We're still searching," Touma answered, gulping as he did.

Yuki's thin lip broke into a sadistic grin. "If I ever find that bastard, I'll make him pay for what he has done. Make no mistake about that Touma, that bastard will pay."

Eiji was careful enough to avoid people on the streets as he carried Shuichi back to the cheap apartment he rented a few days ago. He managed to avoid suspicious glance from the neighbours by constantly muttered "You shouldn't drink so much" to Shuichi.

When he finally placed Shuichi on the bed, he sat down at the side of the bed and caressed the singer's jaw line.

Shuichi sama, why did you have you run away?

He almost did not believe his eyes when he saw Shuichi limping his way into the phone booth. Though the park was dark, he'd never failed to recognize Shuichi. He never intended to use the chloroform but that was the only choice he had then. While he knew he could easily overpower the singer, he didn't want to attract attention.

Eiji moved to the end of the bed and inspected his debris covered leg. Eiji immediately clean his feet and noticed his right foot was slightly swollen.

The poor baby. Eiji bent down and kissed the swollen ankle. If only Shuichi didn't run away from him.

Shuichi woke up feeling drowsy. He felt he had been sleeping for a long time. His head aches so badly that he needed to rub off the pain on his forehead. He tried to move his arms but found that they weren't fulfilling his commands. It was then he realised his arms were bound together to the bed post.

"You've awaken, Shuichi sama?"

Eiji's voice startled him as he never thought he had company in the room. His eyes darted to the side of the bed and found his former manager staring at him. There was unmistakably lust in his eyes when he fixed his eyes on Shuichi's exposed neck.

Before Shuichi could respond, Eiji had climbed onto the bed. He straddled Shuichi and lowered himself until Shuichi could feel his neck tickled from Eiji's breathing.

"Why did you have to run away?" Eiji whispered and kissed Shuichi's neck.

"Eiji, please let me go," Shuichi answered in an audible whisper.

Eiji responded by licking the singer's neck, something which Shuichi found it revolting. When Eiji made no attempt to respond, Shuichi pleaded him to release him again.

Eiji sat up and gazed at Shuichi; his face was dark. "Shuichi sama, you have been tricked by that phony writer. He's using you, toying with your feelings, making you his sex slave!"

"No, Yuki isn't like that!" Shuichi almost screamed.

Eiji grew impatient. "Why can't you see that he's a bastard? That he's fucking with your feelings!" Eiji screamed as he shook Shuichi violently.

"Do not bad-mouth Yuki!" Shuichi fought back.

At that point, Eiji lost his cool. He smacked the singer hard on his face over and over again shouting, "No, you must not say his name! I won't allow you to say his name! You're mine, Shuichi! Only I have right to love you! He's a lying deceiving bastard who.."

"It's true…" Shuichi coughed out and continued, "that Yuki is a bastard sometimes,"

Eiji stopped hitting Shuichi and brought his face closer to the singer until their nose almost touched each others'. "That's right, Shuichi sama. He's a.."

"But…" Shuichi coughed again. He looked bravely into Eiji and said, "Yuki never raised his hands against me…. Unlike you, who beat me up just because I don't return your…."

"NO! I won't allow you to say that!" Eiji shouted. He began slapping Shuichi again before finally put both hands on his neck, attempting to strangle him.

Shuichi struggled to breathe, his eyes widened when he felt Eiji's hand crushing his slender throat, blocking air into his lungs. Just when he thought he could take no more and ready to succumb to darkness, Eiji's hands left him.

His relieve did not last long; he felt his shirt was ripped apart by Eiji's merciless hands.

Eiji gulped when he saw Shuichi's naked torso. He had seen it countless time, but it was his first time viewing it so close. Shuichi looked like a god. His fair skin, lean body and cute nipples were more than Eiji had expected. He bent down and licked his flat nipple while his hand sought for the other one, pinching it lightly.

Shuichi gasped in shock. Memories of the rape incident haunted him again; two men were holding onto him while the other roughly forced himself onto him. Unknowingly, Shuichi screamed loudly, crying as he did. He jerked violently, trying to break free from Eiji but the rope was too tight.

"Please, no…. I beg you," Shuichi pleaded.

Miraculously, Eiji stopped. "That's right, I'll wash you up first. I'll erase that smell from your body and then I'll show you, Shuichi sama, how it should be," Eiji laughed insanely.

"No," Shuichi shook his head. His plea was left unheard for Eiji was already unbuttoning his long pants.

"Stop! Please Eiji, I beg you!" Shuichi pleaded. When Eiji continued stripping him, the singer made a futile attempt to call for his lover's name. "Yuki, please help me!"

Bad move. Yuki's name is like an activation code. Upon hearing Yuki's name, Eiji began to punch wildly and aimlessly on Shuichi's body.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO SAY HIS NAME!" Eiji shouted.

Shuichi could no longer utter a single word. The pain was excruciating that he could almost feel his bones had broken into two.

"Please…." Shuichi said despairingly.

The former manager suddenly stopped. He looked shocked. "Shuichi sama, Shuichi sama, you know I didn't mean it. I was angry that you said his name. I didn't know what I was doing," he whispered.

Whatever the reason was, Shuichi didn't know but Eiji was actually crying. He continued to strip Shuichi in silence as he sobbed. Shuichi winched at the residual pain in his torso as Eiji yanked open the zipper of his long pants.

Shuichi didn't want to know, didn't want to care what will happen to him. All he prayed was Eiji would toss him out in the streets after tired of him. Yes, he would be able to contact Yuki then.

Yuki. The thought of the blonde writer pained him. He wondered if he could see Yuki again; wondered if he could make passionate love with him again; wondered if Yuki would want him after knowing the truth what Eiji had done to him.

Shuichi felt Eiji kissing his lips and he made no attempt to fight off. He couldn't even lift his finger.

Let this all be a dream. Shuichi thought as his eyes drifted shut.

The door crashed so loudly that Shuichi's body jerked violently. And then, he heard the all too familiar voice.

"Bastard, get off the bed."

"Yuki Eiri… but how?" Eiji stammered.

"Yuki…" Shuichi cracked out, finally managed to catch a glimpse of his blonde lover.

Yuki's gaze sharpened on his lover. Shuichi was tied up, near naked except for his underwear and he was badly injured. His eyes were swollen from crying, there were traces of blood on his blue-black lips and he had red angry punch marks all over his body. Yuki felt his blood boiled immediately.

"Who do you think you're dealing with, bastard?" Yuki said in a low dangerous voice.

Eiji, sensing that Yuki was about to do something, grabbed the pair of sharp scissors on the bedside table and point it at Shuichi's neck.

"You wouldn't dare," Yuki whispered.

Eiji laughed. "Want me to demonstrate?" With that, he raised his hand and thrust the scissors hard, missing Shuichi's ear by a few centimeters.

The former manager looked at the blonde writer and screamed in fury, "If I don't get him, nobody does!"

Eiji turned back to Shuichi and whispered, "Shuichi sama, don't worry. I'll free you from your pain soon enough. I'll follow you after this, I promise." Eiji smiled.

He turned back to the composed Yuki and laughed, "Now, Mr. Novelist, if you don't back off, I'll kill him this instant."

It took all of Yuki's strength to keep himself calm. He gripped his fist tightly and took a step back.

"Yuki, no.." Shuichi pleaded.

"That's right, Yuki Eiri. You've made a wise decision," Eiji laughed, satisfied that he had the great Yuki Eiri moved at his request.

Yuki realised that Eiji's grip on the scissors faltered and he took the opportunity to lunge at the former manager. With two huge strides, Yuki was already next to Eiji; one hand grabbed the pair of scissors while the other punched hard on his face.

Eiji fell off the bed immediately, but before he managed to get up again, he felt something pointed at the back on his head.

"Move and I'll blow your fucking brains off," Yuki said, pointing the gun at his head.

Still attempting to fight back, Eiji smirked; "You can't do that. You'll end up rotting in the jail the rest of your life."

The novelist squatted down next to him and smiled, "Oh yeah? You want to know how it feels to have a bullet in your head bastard?"

Not taking his eyes of Eiji, Yuki called, "For fuck's sake Touma, how long do you intend to stand there?"

Touma stepped inside the room with the usual smirk on his face. "I thought you're the hero here."

He pulled out his gun, slightly longer than Yuki's from the breast pocket in his coat and pointed it at Eiji's face.

"Eiji Tono, it's time to face the music," Touma smiled. There was something so dangerous in Touma's voice that Yuki knew Touma was not pointing the gun at Eiji for show.

"Touma," Yuki warned, well aware that his brother-in-law would know what he was trying to say.

"Hai, hai," Touma said playfully, still smiling.

Yuki kept his gun and walked towards the bed.

Shuichi cracked a smile. "Yuki," was all he managed to say.

With a lump in his throat, Yuki removed his jacket and covered his lover's torso before attempting to untie the knots on his lover's hands. Never had he seen the singer so badly bruised and it pained him to see the teenager winched as he struggled to release his tightly bounded wrists. He freed his hands and quickly worked on the knots on his legs.

"Can you get up?" Yuki asked.

Shuichi shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for, you idiot?" Yuki murmured as he carried Shuichi in his arms.

"No... DON'T touch Shuichi!" Eiji shrieked.

Yuki ignored Eiji and kissed Shuichi lightly on his swollen lips.

"Keep you filthy hands off him, you scum!" Eiji screamed. He tried to stand up but Touma pressed his head firmly on the floor.

"Don't try my patience, Eiji," Touma shoved the gun at Eiji's neck.

Yuki carried his injured lover and placed him on the couch. He brushed his forefinger lightly on Shuichi's jaw and gave the gentlest smile to Shuichi, "I'll be back."

Shuichi could only nod.

Yuki stride back into the room. "Touma, take care of Shuichi."

Touma grasped a handful of Eiji's hair and pulled it backwards, forcing the man's neck to rise upwards. "Good Luck," Touma slammed his head back onto the floor before standing up to walk away.

Yuki closed the door softly and cracked his knuckles. "So, you've been taking care of my Shuichi," he drawled.

Eiji struggled to stand up; knees wobbly and head spinning. He staggered backwards, leaning against the wall for support.

Yuki drew out his gun and walked to Eiji. He leveled the gun at Eiji's head and moved closer to him until they were only inches apart.

"I'd love to blow your fucking brains off, but that'll be a painless death for you," Yuki said in a low, dangerous voice.

"Be prepared for the worst, bastard. I'll teach you what it's like is to touch my property." Yuki smiled and threw away the gun. He didn't give Eiji a chance to attack; Yuki summoned all his strength and punched his opponent hard on his jaw.

Eiji clamped his hand on his near-broken jaw as he staggered a few steps to the side. He swiftly maintained his balance and turned to attack the novelist. Yuki saw that coming and before Eiji could do anything, Yuki had delivered his second punch.

Eiji fell onto the floor, clutching his stomach, groaning painfully.

"You're done?" Yuki asked, already bored. He gave a chilling smile at Eiji and walked towards him.

"But I'm not."

Sitting comfortably on a cheap plastic chair next to the couch where Shuichi was lying, Touma hummed. He had his usual smiling face as he gazed at Shuichi.

"Seguchi-san…what…"

"Touma," The president corrected the singer.

Shuichi tried again. "Touma, what is going on inside? I heard something. Will Yuki be okay?" he cracked out.

Touma grinned. "Everything is fine, Shindou-kun. Eiri is just clearing some mess."

As much as he wanted to argue, Shuichi couldn't. His jaw hurt more than anything and his face stung every time he struggled to speak.

The door of the room opened; Yuki stepped out of the room casually, dusting his jacket.

"What have you done, Eiri?" Touma, still smiling, shook his head as he peeped into the room.

"Self-defense." Yuki took out his cigarette pack and lit a stick. He took a long drag and puffed out the smoke, feeling that it was the best drag he had for days. He turned towards his lover and caressed him gently.

Shuichi gazed at his lover; there were so much that he wanted to ask, wanted to say but no words came out.

"We're going home," Yuki whispered gently and Shuichi's eyes welled with tears as he nodded meekly.

Yeah, Shuichi is safe!!! Any ideas where I should throw Eiji next?

Thank you so much for reading this. (bows)