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A/N: I decided against an epilogue. I might write one someday.

So here's a new story.

I have a lot of junk in my desk drawer. So every once and awhile I like to clean it out. And I just like seeing all my old stuff.

On top of all the shit in there was just two empty cigarette boxes and about ten dry pens. So I quickly discarded those and kept digging. I found some old rent bills that I promptly paid for, a few fan letters for me that I never opened, a few expected death threats -again never opened- for both me and my Shu, and then just some old notes from past novels.

Then I get to the back of my drawer and I found something that I can't believe I forgot.

Something I purposely put in the back of the drawer. Hoping to forget it, but never being able too.

A film canister.

A film canister with the most horrid, gut wrenching, pictures. And no, they're not of me.

They're of something my more precious then me. Shuichi.

Yes, this film canister contains the pictures of his rape. I have, on many occasions, debated throwing this away but for some reason I can't. I have no idea why. I don't ever want to fucking get them developed. I don't want to see that. I don't want to see Shuichi like that. No. No way.

It was my fault.

I'm not sure how long I sat there. Just staring. Not really staring at the film canister. Not really staring at anything. I just know that I was startled out of my state when I felt a hand being placed on my shoulder. I looked up and speak of the devil- There he was.

"Yuki?" He wasn't worried about me. But saying my name was a reaction when he was nervous or unsure. His eyes were locked on the film. He was remembering. I could almost see the scene play out in his eyes.

I wanted to shove the film back in the drawer and slam it shut.

I didn't want to hand it over to him.

But I couldn't stop myself when he held his hand out to me.

I couldn't resist those eyes while they blinked back tears. Trying to be strong for me.

"I'm sorry." That was all I could whisper as I locked my eyes on his sad face and while he kept his eyes locked on his past.

"I shouldn't have gone out."

"Shu-"

"I shouldn't have been so fucking stupid!"

"Shuichi-"

He was coughing up sobs now. "I feel so bad, all the time."

"Shuichi!" He finally looks at me. But he looks at me like he never knew I was here. "… Do you want me to get rid of it?"

He took a deep, shaky breath. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Come on," I said, standing up. "Let's go to bed, brat." He didn't want to talk about it just as much as I didn't want to.

"Okay."

I nod, take the film away, and put it back in the drawer.

Neither of us is ready to face truth and talk about it. And I think that's why we both cant get rid of it, because when we do it will truly be the end of it and it will truly be put behind us. But its still fresh in our hearts.

So maybe the next time I look through my drawer and find that film canister, maybe then we'll be ready to face the past and really sit down and talk about it. Man to man.

A/N: What do you think my beautiful reviewers whom I love so much?