Ending wh 1
Illness
Keigo stood, cellphone in hand, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was odd seeing him so put out. He was a man that usually get's what he wants and yet. There he stood.
"That's all you've found? What was the name?" He strained his ears, trying to listen, to the distorted voice. "Zechien Grayo?" He spoke hallowly. "No, I've never heard of him." He frowned, dropping unceremoniously into his swiveling chair. "Thank you for your help." He set the phone on the table, as shock ran through his body. An awful taste fell on his tongue, as something tugged at the back of his mind. Something about the name seemed very familiar.
He leaned forward. Placing his elbows on the desk, fisting his hands in his hair.
He pulled away from his desk quickly. Pulling open his drawers. He rifled through them loudly. Pulling out a pen and notebook, slamming it onto the table. He scooted closer to the desk. Writting the name on the paper, gazing at it, trying to piece it together. He stared, willing himself to see something in the name. He shook his head lightly. "I'm to young for this." He winced as a shrill ring filled the air.
He brought the phone to his ear slowly. "Hello?" He swallowed slowly, ridding himself of that awful taste.
"Kei?"
He smiled softly. "Ryoma."
"Kei, the will is in Ryuu's locket."
Atobe stood quickly. "How do you know?" He ripped the paper with the name and stuffed it into his pocket. He ran out of his office, while he kept the phone to his ear.
"I just do!"
"Ok." He grabbed his keys off the counter and ran into the living room where Kevin sat with a giggling Ryuu. Snapping the phone shut. He looked at his brother.
"Kei-nii-sama!" The brothers stared at one another with bright eyes.
-Flashback-
A young man with emerald hair grabbed the zipper of his leather jacket, and tugged it lightly over his chest. He fidgeted on the chair. Leaning back, peeking out the door. The sunglasses sliding further down his chiseled nose.
He listened as he waited for his lover. "You're going to fall Grayo!" He shifted in the seat, startled, his arms splaying out to steady himself. His glasses flying from his face.
He scowled at his chuckling lover. "You know you shouldn't wear those glasses. Makes me feel like I'm dating an old man." Sasuke leaned down to peck his lover on the cheek. A sensual smirk alighting his features as Sasuke leaned closer. He captured his lovers lips with his own.
Each getting lost in the caverns of the others mouth. The soft heat lingering on their tongues as they pulled away. Grayo leaned back into the chair, with an everlasting smirk. "Ready for the plane. It's a long flight." He watched as his lover stuffed various files into his suitcase.
"Yeah." Sasuke muttered without looking up. He continued grabbing various item from around the room. Stuffing his already full suitcase.
Grayo chuckled lightly as he watched him move around the room."What took you so long?" He paused looking up at him, from across the room. A goofy smile gracing his lips.
"I got to send a patient of mine home today. Ironically in Tokyo." Grayo narrowed his eyes at his lovers facial expression. Taking in the sheer happiness.
"Which patient?"
"I can't tell you. Doctor-patient confidentiality."
Grayo chuckled. "Whatever you say Dr. Takenshi."
-Time skip-
Grayo sat in the passenger side of his lovers car. He watched as the world passed by. He let his hand wander through the wind. His dark hair fluttering in the wintery breeze. He could smell the sakura trees of Tokyo. He loved it, all of it.
His hand flew to his temples as memories of his chibisuke fluttered in his mind. A younger version of himself. He never loved you. He sighed quietly, loosing himself to his surroundings.
They drove through a bend, and his eyes peered into a ravine. Memories began to flicker in his mind. They deserved it. He frowned as he tried to steady his breathing. What was that noise? That pounding? He griped his chest, lost in his own thoughts. The beating in his ears intensified.
"Ga- ray-ry-ga-Grayo. Grayo are you ok?" A firm hand shook his shoulder. Forcing away his pain. He tried to listen to the voice, his mind focusing on his lovers soothing tone.
"You ok? You joined the martians for a couple seconds." Grayo chuckled turning away from his love.
"I'm fine." He spoke, wishing the voices would dissappear.
-Time skip-
Grayo walked through the hallways of the hospital with his hoodie drawn. His face was haggard. His expression unreadable. Remember.
He turned up the music on his Ipod. He wanted to drown out those infernal voices. With them, bringing questions. Pieces of a past floating into his mind. Cherry popsicles, oranges, tennis. All pieces of a past not understood.
He paused as he watched his lover enter his office. He sat in a chair waiting for him. Remember. His hands fisted in his hair as the headphones fell from his ears. "Remember what?" He growled quietly.
He listened as someone spoke calmly. "You're strong daddy."
"Daddy?" He turned in his chair, looking around the busy hospital.
His mouth fell open as he gazed at the young man leaving his lovers office. He held a child in his arms. He watched both. Golden eyes, emerald hair. He took in the childs features. Flickers of a woman, man, and a carseat. Kept repeating, a painful reel, as the scenery turned stormy. Watching as they dissappeared.
His eyes wide in shock. You killed them!
He suddenly felt sick. Bowling over, his hands holding his stomach. More pieces of a past resurfaced. He felt the bile in his throat rising as he remembered the smell of burning flesh mixed with the cleansing scent of rain.
These couldn't be his memories. This couldn't be what he was supposed to remember. Let me out Grayo! He remembered hate. Intense hate towards a family that loved him. They loved him and he loved them. He remembered his mothers ghostly smile. You killed her. "No, no." He shook his head, swallowing back the bile.
He ambled into his lovers office. You can't keep me in here forever Grayo! "I can try." He spoke calmly. He swallowed pushing his lovers door open. He fell into the seat. "Takenshi." It came out in a half choked sob. His lover's eyes grew wide, as he ran to his side.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I don't know." His eyes grew distant as his mind warred with itself. Let me out! His eyes squinted as pain racked his head. His temples bursting in pain. "Voice." His head jerked involuntarily, startling Sasuke. "Voices, they- they. He want's-" His head continued jerking, spazing. His thought's becoming a jumbled mess.
He stood suddenly. Forcing his lover to fall backward. "Grayo." Said person walked to the door. "Grayo?" He turned to face his lover, face devoid of all emotion. His golden eyes glinting maliciously.
"Who's Grayo?" He smirked as his lover stood quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Grayo?" He spoke unsure.
He snapped his head to the side and spoke in a low tone. "Shut up! It's my turn!" He looked up meeting his lovers startled gaze with a smile. "It's Ryoga not Grayo."
-Time skip-
It was dark, nothing could be seen as rain pelted the ground. "No, not anymore! You-you hurt people." His head jerked to the side. You're going to let me out again Grayo. When you do. I'll kill them all. "No, you won't." He opened his apartment door. His hands gliding over his stubled face. His clothes were torn and he felt like he hadn't slept in days, weeks even.
"Sasuke?" A loud thud sounded from a nearby bedroom. Said man walked out of the bedroom, sans shirt, and only wearing boxers. His eyes grew in shock as he took in the bum like form of a lover he hadn't seen in weeks.
He spoke tentatively. "Ryoga?"
Grayo smiled happily. "No it's me." He spoke quietly as tears of happiness slid down his cheeks. "It's me."
Sasuke stood frozen, as his lover crumpled to the floor. "It's me." He mentally slapped himself and strode to his love. Lifting his sobbing form.
-Following morning-
"What's this?" Grayo/Ryoga spoke skeptically as he twirled the bottle of pills in his hands.
"You've been gone for nearly a month. I looked up...your condition. It's multiple personality disorder. The pills should help you- stay you." He walked away reluctantly as his lover stared at the bottle of pills.
"I have to do a surgery today. A patient of mine, he's been waiting for a heart." His lover looked at him solemnly. He took out two pills as Sasuke walked out the door. Pushing the bottle into his pocket.
Grabbing a glass of water, he walked into the living room. "The prince has returned! He will be doing a press conference in five hours." He looked at the television. The glass slipping from his grasp.
He watched as the emerald haired man filled the screen. A sudden surge of hatred filling his mind. Let me out! The two pills fell from his grasp, and he was no longer Grayo.
-End flashback- Present time-
"Where is it?" A voice boomed. If anyone had been in the vicinity, they would have cringed at the young mans fury.
The once immaculate apartment, now lay in ruins. Everything thrown everywhere. It was ransacked. He ran into his living room glaring at everything, and his golden eyes settled on the couch. Pulling out the cushions. Ripping the fabric, pulling out the white stuffing.
Falling to his knees as his thoughts ran wild. Let me out and I'll kill them! I'll kill them all!
He growled in animalistic fury, raking his fingers through his hair. "No!" Pushing his body off his knees and onto his feet.
He stood awkwardly, his hands flying out to catch himself. He paused looking around his destroyed apartment. Crouching, bringing the palms of his hands to his eyes as tears fell. "Where are they?" He fell to the ground as voices continued in his mind. They never cared for you. Let me out, and the pain goes away. I'll kill them all! Especially that brat. They will all die! He rocked his body. Willing the voices away. His mind clouded as he lay in his own fears. "I'm sorry Chibisuke."
He's not your Chibisuke! He has two brothers. He's replaced you! He never wanted you, they never wanted you!
He stood once more. Staggering as he walked to his counter. He slammed his body against it as he grabbed his phone.
"I can't find my pills." He sobbed into the phone.
"Ryoga?"
"I can't find them." He felt his brain falling to pieces as he spoke.
"Grayo?"
"Who else?" He growled into the phone.
"When was your last pill?"
"I don't know. I don't remember. I can't remember. Days are missing." He spoke frantically into the phone.
"Have your blackouts been increasing?"
"I- I don't know. I don't remember."
"Can you make it to my office?"
"I-I don't-"
"It's ok I'll come to you." He crumpled to the floor, sighing as the voices momentarily left him.
"Thank you Sasuke." He spoke as his mind threatened to sleep. He wanted to succumb.
He lay in the center of his living room. The television on behind him. His eyes wandered around the floor, trailing dust motes as they flew around the carpet. His eyes blinked sleepily, forcefully keeping them open. Catching sight of two sleek white capsules.
He smiled reaching out for the two pills. He chuckled pulling them to his face. Marveling at the miracle of the moment, pulling his body up. He sat facing the television, his back against the couch.
"Mr. Echizen can ask what you've called this press conference for?" Grayo's eyes snapped to the screen. There he sat between two people one a child, no older than two. My brothers.
"It was for my brothers." He gestured to the two beside him. A flurry of questions rose. That bastard! What about me? His hands flew to his hair. "What about you? What about me?" It's my turn Grayo! The brat will die! His head jerked to the side. As pain lanced his temple. "Fine!"
-A/N-
I hope that ends any confusion you may have had for Ryoga. Hmm I can't tell if I should feel sorry for him or hate him, but keep in mind the end was Grayo not Ryoga...oooooh the line has been blurred. O.O
