Disclaimer & Warning: Chapter 1, read it.
Note: Thanks Kuma and Anthony, for telling me the end was rushed. It looks much better now eh?
A word of warning people. It's been five years, with realizations and happenings galore for Yuki. It's kind of a given that the guy would finally get a personality. So expect oocness, Im more for the realistic points of views not the ones stuck on one specific thing. Just so you all know. Im trying to avoid flamers, im a bit paranoid after what happened.
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Sweet Scent
"...And so then I found this!" Shuichi grinned while handing the small book across the table to Hiro. He took it, quietly observing the hard bound and the name titled in silver inscriptions. Chuckling he slid the book back to his friend, smiling back.
"So it is him. That's good. I was a little worried you had some psycho after you."
Shuichi laughed, tucking the precious object back in his knapsack carefully. "Well so am I! It was MY apartment being broken into you know!"
Hiro folded his arms, nodding in the direction of Shuichi's house. "So what do you think you'll get tonight? You have two days left don't you? If I remember right, courting's last day is usually the big one."
"The big one?" Shuichi blinked, looking as if he were thinking about the subject. Hiro watched him think for a little while until the singer happily raised a hand.
"Like.. Lots and lots of candy? Or maybe a vacation trip? I know! A cat!"
Hiro sweatdropped. This was his best friend and all but.. he was really stupid.
Hitching his guitar over his shoulder a bit more, he brought his hand up to look at the time. "hey it's getting late. Are you heading home now?"
The redhead nodded, slipping his arm though the other strap hole on his pack. "Yeah, I gotta get home to feed Mao. You know how evil she gets when she doesn't get her food on time."
Hiro grined a little at that, shaking his head. "I swear you let you're cat run you're life. Anyway, do you want me to walk you home? It's already dark."
"Nah that's okay, I can make it fine on my own. Hey say hi to your girlfriend for me!" Without waiting for a reply he gave his best friend a friendly wave, and a happy smile before turning away and running in the direction of the park. "Bye Hiro!"
Chuckling he waved back at the redhead, turning his back and walking in the opposite direction. "I'm glad he's back.."
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Almost skipping along the cement pathway though the park, he hummed a happy little melody while he let the slight breeze created from his skipping brush though his hair with a smile. He passed a nice looking couple that smiled politely at him as he flew by, and another that missed his attention in a darker area of the park.
He didn't notice the two men sitting on the dark bench nearly glaring at him from his overly hyper actions. One of them took a long drag before tossing the still lit blunt somewhere off into the grass. The taller one leaned over to his companion, whispering something to him and jerking a thumb over at Shuichi.
"Hey pretty boy!" One of them yelled. Shuichi was a little too into his own thoughts to hear him though. "Hey you!" He tried again. No go. He shrugged a little and nodded to his friend, hopping off the bench.
Shuichi stopped short in his happy thinking, bringing an index finger up to his chin, looking as if he were thinking very hard about something.
"I wonder what I'm going to say to him? Should I get him something too? But he's courting me so that would be a little weird..."
Drowned in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the two men from earlier coming up to him quietly. When the two began to circle the young singer though, that definitely brought his attention back to reality. "Uh... Hi? Can I help you?"
"Lookie wha' we got here." The tall brown haired one said. He was wearing something like a tacky Hawaiian sleevless, with dirty shorts that could resemble ones that Shuichi had owned a long time ago, if not for those holes in the side. He directed his attention to the blond however, noticing the shorter man was holding a knife in his hand. "We got a cute one don't we Shin?"
"Yeah, we sure do. Hey cutie you a homo? You like to fuck guys?" Shuichi scrunched up his nose at the vulgar tone and mannerism. He was definitely starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, my buddy asked you a fuckin' question bitch! Answer him!" Suddenly the taller man short out his arm, grabbing painfully at Shuichi's hair, causing the singer to let out a small cry. It would have been a scream if not for the sharp object suddenly shoved near his throat. Shivering he looked down at it as best he could, suddenly terrified.
"W...Why are you doing this!? Who are you!? I don't have any money!" Shuichi looked at the blonde who moved his face right in front of his own. He smelled gross. Like alcohol and pot.
"We're doin' this cause we don't like queers bitch. You look pretty damn queer to me in those girly little outfits you go on stage with!"
His eyes widened. They knew who he was. On top of that they obviously didn't want his money. He didn't know what to do, when he tried to pull away the man behind him just yanked his hair roughly back so he would stay in place.
"Hey cutie, how about we teach you what a man is?" the blond suggested. He suddenly shot his fist right into Shuichi's stomach, causing the redhead to lurch forward on top the pavement coughing. All he could hear was both of the men laughing, calling him names and suddenly numerous sharp pains in his gut, side and head as they started to kick him down against the floor.
"Fucking queer! Get the fuck up bitch!" The tall one yelled, kicking him in the shoulder. It hurt so much.. he wanted to scream but he couldn't. He was beginning to see spots in front of his eyes.
"Singers should be women! Look at the bitch! Ha ha ha!" But his laughter stopped short, Shuichi noticed. He could barely hear anything, some kind of foggy blackness slowly taking him over. He felt the kicking stop blind, and he was almost relieved if not for the fact he knew they were still there.
He didn't notice the loud yelling and fighting going on though, he was too frightened. All he wanted was to not pass out. If he passed out they would kill him he knew it. He didn't want to die, he still had to see Yuki! He tried his best to stay awake, but all in vain as his sight almost went completely, to all he could see was an almost black cement block.
Soon the fighting stopped, the yelling ceased, and he could hear foot steps clicking closer to his immovable body. He could smell something as the person closed in on him. It faintly smelled of .. perfume?
He thought he heard a voice, but as soon as he felt warm gentle hands lay over his shoulder, he finally gave in to the darkness, relieving him of his pain.
"Y...ki..." was the last thing he said.
To Be Continued
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Author's Note: I was inspired to do this short peice by something that happened earlier today. Riding in a car with a supposed friend and having his friend make fun of you because you happen to be bisexual is not damn funny. I hate assholes.. Anyway, I hope you like it. I'm sorry these are so short, I just write these as they come. If I shove the idea's out they come out crap. ^^ Quality not quantity as they say. Anyway thanks for reading! *waves and goes back to drawing*
Note: Thanks Kuma and Anthony, for telling me the end was rushed. It looks much better now eh?
A word of warning people. It's been five years, with realizations and happenings galore for Yuki. It's kind of a given that the guy would finally get a personality. So expect oocness, Im more for the realistic points of views not the ones stuck on one specific thing. Just so you all know. Im trying to avoid flamers, im a bit paranoid after what happened.
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Sweet Scent
"...And so then I found this!" Shuichi grinned while handing the small book across the table to Hiro. He took it, quietly observing the hard bound and the name titled in silver inscriptions. Chuckling he slid the book back to his friend, smiling back.
"So it is him. That's good. I was a little worried you had some psycho after you."
Shuichi laughed, tucking the precious object back in his knapsack carefully. "Well so am I! It was MY apartment being broken into you know!"
Hiro folded his arms, nodding in the direction of Shuichi's house. "So what do you think you'll get tonight? You have two days left don't you? If I remember right, courting's last day is usually the big one."
"The big one?" Shuichi blinked, looking as if he were thinking about the subject. Hiro watched him think for a little while until the singer happily raised a hand.
"Like.. Lots and lots of candy? Or maybe a vacation trip? I know! A cat!"
Hiro sweatdropped. This was his best friend and all but.. he was really stupid.
Hitching his guitar over his shoulder a bit more, he brought his hand up to look at the time. "hey it's getting late. Are you heading home now?"
The redhead nodded, slipping his arm though the other strap hole on his pack. "Yeah, I gotta get home to feed Mao. You know how evil she gets when she doesn't get her food on time."
Hiro grined a little at that, shaking his head. "I swear you let you're cat run you're life. Anyway, do you want me to walk you home? It's already dark."
"Nah that's okay, I can make it fine on my own. Hey say hi to your girlfriend for me!" Without waiting for a reply he gave his best friend a friendly wave, and a happy smile before turning away and running in the direction of the park. "Bye Hiro!"
Chuckling he waved back at the redhead, turning his back and walking in the opposite direction. "I'm glad he's back.."
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Almost skipping along the cement pathway though the park, he hummed a happy little melody while he let the slight breeze created from his skipping brush though his hair with a smile. He passed a nice looking couple that smiled politely at him as he flew by, and another that missed his attention in a darker area of the park.
He didn't notice the two men sitting on the dark bench nearly glaring at him from his overly hyper actions. One of them took a long drag before tossing the still lit blunt somewhere off into the grass. The taller one leaned over to his companion, whispering something to him and jerking a thumb over at Shuichi.
"Hey pretty boy!" One of them yelled. Shuichi was a little too into his own thoughts to hear him though. "Hey you!" He tried again. No go. He shrugged a little and nodded to his friend, hopping off the bench.
Shuichi stopped short in his happy thinking, bringing an index finger up to his chin, looking as if he were thinking very hard about something.
"I wonder what I'm going to say to him? Should I get him something too? But he's courting me so that would be a little weird..."
Drowned in his own thoughts, he didn't notice the two men from earlier coming up to him quietly. When the two began to circle the young singer though, that definitely brought his attention back to reality. "Uh... Hi? Can I help you?"
"Lookie wha' we got here." The tall brown haired one said. He was wearing something like a tacky Hawaiian sleevless, with dirty shorts that could resemble ones that Shuichi had owned a long time ago, if not for those holes in the side. He directed his attention to the blond however, noticing the shorter man was holding a knife in his hand. "We got a cute one don't we Shin?"
"Yeah, we sure do. Hey cutie you a homo? You like to fuck guys?" Shuichi scrunched up his nose at the vulgar tone and mannerism. He was definitely starting to feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, my buddy asked you a fuckin' question bitch! Answer him!" Suddenly the taller man short out his arm, grabbing painfully at Shuichi's hair, causing the singer to let out a small cry. It would have been a scream if not for the sharp object suddenly shoved near his throat. Shivering he looked down at it as best he could, suddenly terrified.
"W...Why are you doing this!? Who are you!? I don't have any money!" Shuichi looked at the blonde who moved his face right in front of his own. He smelled gross. Like alcohol and pot.
"We're doin' this cause we don't like queers bitch. You look pretty damn queer to me in those girly little outfits you go on stage with!"
His eyes widened. They knew who he was. On top of that they obviously didn't want his money. He didn't know what to do, when he tried to pull away the man behind him just yanked his hair roughly back so he would stay in place.
"Hey cutie, how about we teach you what a man is?" the blond suggested. He suddenly shot his fist right into Shuichi's stomach, causing the redhead to lurch forward on top the pavement coughing. All he could hear was both of the men laughing, calling him names and suddenly numerous sharp pains in his gut, side and head as they started to kick him down against the floor.
"Fucking queer! Get the fuck up bitch!" The tall one yelled, kicking him in the shoulder. It hurt so much.. he wanted to scream but he couldn't. He was beginning to see spots in front of his eyes.
"Singers should be women! Look at the bitch! Ha ha ha!" But his laughter stopped short, Shuichi noticed. He could barely hear anything, some kind of foggy blackness slowly taking him over. He felt the kicking stop blind, and he was almost relieved if not for the fact he knew they were still there.
He didn't notice the loud yelling and fighting going on though, he was too frightened. All he wanted was to not pass out. If he passed out they would kill him he knew it. He didn't want to die, he still had to see Yuki! He tried his best to stay awake, but all in vain as his sight almost went completely, to all he could see was an almost black cement block.
Soon the fighting stopped, the yelling ceased, and he could hear foot steps clicking closer to his immovable body. He could smell something as the person closed in on him. It faintly smelled of .. perfume?
He thought he heard a voice, but as soon as he felt warm gentle hands lay over his shoulder, he finally gave in to the darkness, relieving him of his pain.
"Y...ki..." was the last thing he said.
To Be Continued
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Author's Note: I was inspired to do this short peice by something that happened earlier today. Riding in a car with a supposed friend and having his friend make fun of you because you happen to be bisexual is not damn funny. I hate assholes.. Anyway, I hope you like it. I'm sorry these are so short, I just write these as they come. If I shove the idea's out they come out crap. ^^ Quality not quantity as they say. Anyway thanks for reading! *waves and goes back to drawing*