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Disclaimer: Characters are owned by Konomi Takeshi, and whoever did the anime. At any rate, it's not me.

Shattered

Continuity: 085/100
Prompt: 039 – Taste
Summary: Fuji tries to talk to Eiji - by breaking into his apartment.
Author's Notes: This took me forever to write; I just couldn't seem to make it work. I finally sprinted through it, and it got done. Hope it makes sense.

Moving: An Intruder

Eiji locked the door behind him, dropped his keys in the small bowl in his table, and moved into his living room. He was smiling probably too broadly, but as there was no one to see, it didn't matter. His date with Yuushi had been lovely – he was getting spoiled, it was awful and he hoped it never stopped – and he felt that maybe….

"You're late."

The euphoria of the evening was lost, and his smile fell as Fuji rose from the couch, that irritating, ever-present smile on his face.

"Get out of my apartment," Eiji snarled.

Fuji tsked at him. "That is no way to greet an old friend."

"You are not welcome here," Eiji said angrily, arms stiff at his sides, fists clenched.

"But Oshitari is?"

"Yes." Obviously, Fuji had been stalking him again, if he knew that Yuushi had been there. "Get out of my apartment."

"You said that once," Fuji said conversationally, stepping toward Eiji.

"I'll say it until you leave." He backed up, nervous. Letting Fuji get too close would be a mistake.

"Eiji," Fuji said gently. "I am just here to talk to you."

"You broke into my apartment. What makes you think that's okay?" Eiji demanded.

"It was the only way I could think of…."

"Only way?" Eiji interrupted. "You mean, calling and inviting me to meet you somewhere was… what, more work?"

"I didn't think you'd meet me."

Eiji didn't know what to say to that, since he was probably right.

"Let me just talk to you," Fuji said in a deceptively calm voice, and everything in Eiji screamed at him to just get out. Turning, he started for the door. He hadn't reached it before Fuji's hand closed on his wrist, yanking him back into the main room. Eiji wrenched his arm free and backed away again, quite frightened now.

"Don't touch me," he snarled.

He knew he'd made a mistake when his back hit the wall.

Fuji was immediately there, hands on Eiji's shoulders, pinning him down again.

Eiji panicked. It had been years – too many to count, now – since this had happened, but he still wanted out, needed freedom. "Let me go."

But Fuji didn't, and Eiji placed his hands on Fuji's chest and shoved. "Get out!" he demanded, shaking.

Fuji stumbled back, caught his balance, and glared at Eiji, his eyes flashing. "Eiji…"

"No." His hands fisted again. "I don't even want to hear. I'm done with this, Fuji. I'm just done. Please. Go away, and don't come back."

"You can't be serious," the other man said, sounding a little desperate. "Eiji…."

"No! I'm done!" Eiji shouted, sounding nearly as desperate. "I've had enough!"

He barely saw Fuji move, but he certainly felt it when the other man's fist met his chin. His head snapped back, colliding with the wall. He was disoriented for only a moment, but it was enough for Fuji to pin him to the wall again. He could taste blood in his mouth, probably from a split lip. "Let me go," he slurred.

"I'm not done with you," Fuji said softly.

Eiji struggled to pull his scattered senses together. Fuji held him against the wall, hands wrapped around Eiji's wrists at shoulder level. He stood back, his whole weight on Eiji's wrists. "Let me go," Eiji repeated, and his words came out clearer.

"You listen to me," Fuji said, his voice soft and threatening.

Eiji kicked at him, sweeping his leg sideways hard enough to knock Fuji off balance, and the other man released Eiji's right hand.

He took the opportunity and struck, his fist slamming into Fuji's chin.

Fuji staggered backwards, limping slightly, releasing Eiji as he did so. His eyes narrowed, then he grabbed Eiji's wrist, yanking him off balance. He fell to his knees, then with another jerk, Fuji had him down on the floor and had straddled his waist, pinning Eiji's hands over his head.

"That," the blue-eyed man said, "was uncalled for."

Stunned, Eiji could only stare at him. "Uncalled for?" he demanded finally. "How was that uncalled for?"

Fuji visibly calmed himself down. "Eiji, I just want to talk to you."

Eiji gave up trying to get his former teammate to leave him alone; instead, he tried twisting, bucking, anything to get Fuji off. It was difficult; he couldn't get the leverage he needed, and the tensai seemed to know which way he'd twist next. The way Fuji's face was set, he wasn't going to move any time soon.

Suddenly, Fuji shifted, settling deeper into Eiji's stomach, digging his butt bones in; his knees gripped Eiji's ribs. Unable to breathe properly, Eiji stilled, staring up at Fuji.

"Now. Have I got your attention?" Fuji asked gently, easing up a little.

Eiji said nothing, trying next to free his wrists, twisting them in Fuji's grasp. The other man's hands tightened cruelly, and Eiji stilled again. "Get off," he snarled.

Fuji sighed. "Just listen."

"No," Eiji snapped stubbornly. "I'm done with listening. I'm just… done with you. Go away." He could still taste the blood in his mouth.

"Eiji…."

"Stop saying that!" Eiji yelled, furious. "Stop acting like you care, stop using that tone like I matter to you!"

"You have always…."

"Don't lie to me," Eiji interrupted bitterly. "Stop lying."

"I have never lied to you," Fuji said, sounding confused.

"Which do I believe?" Eiji demanded. "What you say, or what you do?"

Fuji stared down at him, a strange look in his blue eyes. "I'll let you up if you won't hit me again," he said finally.

"Leave, and I won't," Eiji said through clenched teeth.

Fuji nodded, releasing his wrists, and stood up. As soon as he stepped away, Eiji got to his feet, one arm wrapped around his sore ribs. Fuji stared at him for a moment, that strange expression on his face, then he turned and left.

Eiji didn't move until the door closed behind him. As soon as it did, he walked over and locked it. He ached everywhere, and he was chilled… That was from his ruined shirt; half the buttons near the bottom were gone. He shrugged it off, dropping it on the floor as he turned the light off in the main room. He crawled into his bed, curled up, and shook for a very long time before he finally fell asleep.

Continuity 86/100
Prompt: 035: Sixth Sense
Summary: Yuushi has a very bad night.
Author's Notes: It was all I could think of, really, for this prompt. Forgive me.

Moving: Again, not the Movie, but Yuushi Knows Something's not Right

Yuushi drove home, his thoughts more on this kiss Eiji had left him with than the road in front of him. He had the feeling that he'd barely tapped into the passion the redhead was capable of, and to be honest, just thinking about it was enough to keep him up late.

Very late.

He got the strangest feeling though, as he pulled into his driveway, that he should call to check on Eiji. It was not a very good feeling, and it killed his mood completely. He was out of the car and had actually gotten his phone in hand before he stopped himself.

That was ridiculous; he'd just left his boyfriend, and he'd heard Eiji lock the door behind him. He shoved the phone back in his pocket and went into his house.

But the idea wouldn't leave him, and Yuushi found himself holding his cell again a few moments later. He refused to believe he'd developed some sort of sixth sense about Eiji; it was ridiculous! He set the phone down firmly and headed for bed.

Yuushi slept fitfully at best; he kept waking up, half reaching for his phone before sighing in utter disbelief. This was getting annoying!

He finally decided - after his third time waking up in an hour - that he'd call Eiji's in time to catch his boyfriend before going to work. After that, he slept a lot better (meaning he only woke up once an hour or so).

Yuushi was wide awake with the dawn, and gave up trying to go back to sleep. He dressed quickly and started for Eiji's apartment, no longer content to just call.

He got in easily, using his key, and slipped his shoes off as he closed the door behind him. He'd taken about two steps in when he stepped on something; lifting his foot, he found a small button there. Looking around, he found three others, and then the source; the shirt Eiji had been wearing the night before was pooled near the light switch. That was strange; Eiji was infallibly neat.

He moved into the bedroom, pausing in the doorway.

Sunlight spilled across the bed, highlighting the figure huddled under the blankets. Yuushi crossed the room and lay a hand on what he thought was Eiji's shoulder - only to have whatever he'd touched flinch under his hand. Now really worried, he gently pulled the blankets back.

Eiji was curled as tightly as he could be. "Eiji," Yuushi said softly, and touched his shoulder again.

This time it got a better response. Eiji turned his head to look at him, and Yuushi leaned over so he wouldn't have to look so far.

He gasped. Eiji's lower lip was swollen and split from what must have been a solid blow, his jaw bruised. His wrists were ringed in bruises, and the knuckles on his right hand were bruised as well. "What happened?" he asked gently.

Eiji moved a little, straightening his legs and turning onto his back with a grimace. "Ah… Fuji was here when I got home."

Yuushi was appalled and not a little guilty. "Here?"

"On the couch." Eiji tried to sit up, grimaced, and fell back onto his bed. "We… exchanged words and blows, and he eventually left."

"You hit him?" Yuushi asked, helping him sit up. Eiji let out a low groan, and leaned against him.

"Yes. I don't know how he got in here, either," he added in frustration.

Yuushi wrapped his arms around Eiji, mulling an idea in his mind. He'd been thinking about it for a while, but maybe now was a good time to bring it up.

"I think," he said in a soft voice, "that you should move."

Continuity 087/100
Prompt: 094 - Independence
Summary: Yuushi has a suggestion that takes Eiji by surprise.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where it came from. The title is from a Metallica song, but I can't remember which one right off hand.

Moving: Wake Up, Sleepy

The statement startled Eiji, but he ached so badly that he couldn't react as he might have. "Move?" he asked. "Move where?"

"Closer to me."

He couldn't deny he was flattered. "Closer… like, over on the other side of the city?"

Yuushi ran his hand through Eiji's hair, and his eyes slipped closed for a moment. "Not exactly," Yuushi said. His low voice was going to put Eiji to sleep if he wasn't careful. Especially the way it rumbled in his chest.

"Then…"

"I don't want you a few blocks away, or down the street," Yuushi interrupted softly. "I prefer you down the hall. Or… in my bed."

Eiji stiffened, startled, and his eyes flew open. "Your… bed?" he stammered, wide awake now.

"Eventually, if not immediately."

It was said so matter-of-factly, without emphasis or… well, whatever the word might be. Eiji thought about that.

The most amazing part of it was that he didn't panic. He didn't feel threatened - he didn't even feel that his hard-won (or so he felt) independence was threatened.

And the idea of being… well, that close to Yuushi, that was not a hard thing to think of. Or even imagine. "I'm out of practice, being a roommate," he said softly, but it wasn't a protest.

Yuushi chuckled. "At least you've had practice," he said, teasing slightly. His next words were serious, though. "I know you've had a lot of things go wrong, Eiji. I just… I want you somewhere you feel safe. And if he got in that easily…."

"Yeah," Eiji said. He couldn't fault that logic.

"You don't have to decide now," Yuushi said. "Besides, if you don't move it, you're going to be late."

Eiji took a deep breath. "Nothing is going to save me from that, now," he said, and didn't push away from Yuushi.

"Atobe will skin me alive."

"I won't let him," Eiji murmured. "I didn't sleep so well last night."

"No," Yuushi said in a soft tone, "neither did I. But you really should get moving."

"Is this what it'll be like when I move in?" Eiji demanded, moving away from Yuushi, trying to get up without twisting his torso. Fuji had made him sore, sitting so hard on him.

Yuushi leaned close, a devilish smile on his face. "I won't keep you up like that, no," he said in a low, tantalizing voice. "I certainly won't give you a reason to hit me."

"You're working hard on it now," Eiji said, eyes narrowed at his boyfriend. He finally managed to stand up, but Yuushi grabbed his arm - carefully avoiding his wrist.

"What happened?" he asked, fingertips brushing along Eiji's ribs and stomach. Eiji looked down, a little surprised to see light bruising.

"Oh," he said. "Fuji tried to get me to listen to something he wanted to say. I… was difficult. He sat on me."

"He what?" Yuushi asked, standing up.

Eiji shook his head. "It's okay, Yuushi. Really. As soon as these fade, that will be the end of it."

Yuushi looked down at him, eyes narrowed, then nodded. "Okay. If you say so."

That was… liberating. Eiji blinked. It was… power, too. "I think I'll go take a shower," he said, smiled up at Yuushi, and headed for the bathroom.