Part 3


The porch light barely attracted the moths, let alone lighten the porch and the person on the porch. Yohji knew who was on the porch--Rayne. Rayne locked his crumbling house and headed on his way to wherever sick place people like him go.

Satisfied that the bastard was gone, Yohji hurried away from the giant and stinky trashcan he had been hiding next to. The door opened easily to him and a lock pick he had 'picked up' sometime ago. Braising himself, he opened the door.

The house was only one rectangular room. A kitchen area that still retained some of its original whatever colour tile--Yohji had no idea--stood to his left. A small nock in the wall showed the edge of a dirty toilet. An old television set sat balanced on a VCR and various other things from the past. A sofa stood facing the television. Yohji went to the sofa. There was no bed.

"Aya."

Aya didn't stir from his place on the sofa.

He almost looked like he was sleeping. He wasn't. Yohji recognized the look of one passed out. He also recognized the track marks running on Aya's arm.

At least someone had been smart enough to leave Aya belly down in case he puked. Or maybe it hadn't been for that. Aya was naked. A small trail of blood left a trail from his ass.

Taking off hiss coat, he rolled Aya into it and picked him up like a mother with her baby. Aya was light, lighter then any health person should be. Yohji could have counted his ribs.

In a fast rush, Yohji left the house. If that guy was guilty of all of this, he would die. If he wasn't totally, he would also die, but not now.

Yohji's car made it in record time home.

Aya was soon tucked in to Yohji's bed.

Yohji settled down for the wait with a coffee to keep him up. Aya would not wake up alone in a place he might not recognize.


Yohji felt his eye's dropping. He used the sun's morning rays to try to keep his mind occupied with thoughts of how beautiful they were. It didn't work. His thoughts kept on going to the still sleeping and beautiful Aya in the bed. He had gotten Aya there at twelve. It was six something now. He hadn't slept the whole time, nor gone down to get more coffee; Aya might awaken.

His eye's drifted closed.

"Yo..."

Yohji snapped his eyes open and was at Aya's side in a leap. Aya's eyes were opened but fogged. Gradually they opened up. He pushed himself up slightly from Yohji's bed.

"What am I doing here? What am I doing in your bed, Yohji? What? Do you want to rape me or something? Do you?" His voice was not cold, not Aya. It was helpless only.

Yohji grabbed Aya's hand. "Aya--"

"Don't touch me," Aya screamed. His eyes were wild as he looked for a place to escape to. He tried pulling away from Yohji. He was too weak.

"I'm trying to help you, Aya."

"So, Rayne said he wanted to help me forget about my worries. He raped me as he made me addicted to that stuff."

Rayne would die.

"Don't help me. Don't touch me." Yohji held on. He would not let go ever again and let Aya do this. "Don't touch me. My sister and I used to hold hands at outings. She's dead because of me. Everyone who touches me as a friend dies. Don't touch me. I left so you wouldn't have to and die. Get away. Oh, please, don't."

Aya fell quite. He was crying.

He stiffened. He jerked. His body withered around on the bed.

"Omi, Ken, call 911," Yohji ducked away. He didn't know anything to do when someone was having a seizure except to call 911.

The ambulance arrived ten minutes later.


"Kudou? Yohji Koduo?" He looked up. A young nurse held a click board and was searching the crowd.

"Present," he said raising his hand like a schoolboy.

The nurse motioned for him to come with her. He followed like an obedient schoolboy.

"Mr. Kaduo, you came in with Aya Fujimiya?" A female doctor after the cute nurse left.

Yohji nodded. He was a good schoolboy and would not have to be restrained from trying to enter the ER again.

The woman nodded. "You may see him if you want on one condition--You may not excite Aya. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Nor tell him about the recent discoveries."

"Yes, ma'am." Finally, the woman nodded and let him through.

The room was silent except for the annoying heart monitor's beep. White walls crowded him in. Always white walls for Aya, his room, his casket, his sister's hospital room, his sister's casket. Aya looked so small, fragile even, in this white room, with the IV line coming from his hand.

Yohji sat in the white chair next to Aya. "Hey, Aya, How you're doing? Um, you look great..."

Aya just lay there.

"As silent as always, I see. You know you are going to have to go to a drug treatment center. I'm coming with you so I can get off the so deadly drug tobacco. I'm not leaving you alone. I want die."

Yohji lied his hand on Aya's arm.

Aya opened his eyes. "You're not going to die?"

"Yes, Aya, I won't die in a long time."

Aya nodded and closed his eyes again. A small and faint smile favored his lips.

Yohji tightened his grip on Aya. They would get through this together.


Maybe TBC.