Do I love him
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: still not mine...
"Eiri-san?"
"Hn."
"Eiri-san, talk to me. What happened? Open the door, please Eiri-san! Please!"
"Go away."
*** *** *** *** ***
"Shindou!"
Oh, not good. Seguchi-san appears to be more than pissed.
"What the hell did you do to Eiri-san? He was okay, why does he refuse to open the door now? WHAT happened?!"
I look at him angrily. "Is that your business? I don't think so, Seguchi- san. If Yuki doesn't want to tell you, I sure as hell won't."
He's even more pissed. He glares at me, but leaves the studio.
Yuki refuses to open the door? I sigh. I know what I have to do.
*** *** *** *** ***
"Yuki? Yuki, open the door. It's me, Shuichi."
I hear footsteps. A key is turned around. The door opens. I peer into the hallway.
"Yuki?"
A pale, thin man looks at me. Thin? That's an understatement. Gods, he looks like a skeleton. I step into the apartment and close the door. He goes to the living-room. Well, he tries. Obviously it's hard for him to walk.
"Yuki, what happened? Why are you. . ."
"I didn't eat anything since I was at your parents' house."
I'm shocked.
"But Yuki, that was two weeks ago. Are you telling me that you haven't had anything to eat for 14 days?"
He grins. "I do, my little heart-breaker. But why should you care if I live or die? You don't love anymore, so piss off and let me die in my own dirt."
"And you really think I would do that?"
"Oh, little Shu-chan seems to be disgusted. Disgusted by Yuki-sama, the biggest loser in the universe. The baka who couldn't even make a stupid untalented brat love him. Oh yes, I deserve to die."
I start at his sarcastic voice, the hate-filled words.
He starts crying. And throwing things at me.
"Sod off, I hate you!"
I rush over to him and catch his hands. I hold them in mine. Gods. . . they're so skinny. "Yuki! Yuki, stop it!"
He's too weak to struggle. Suddenly he's tired. Exhausted.
I throw my arms around his waist and rest my head at his chest. Oh, it feels so safe there. I almost forgot HOW safe it felt. How. . . cozy.
I released his hands and now he's stroking my hair without really noticing it. I hear him muttering.
"He's back. . . my Shuichi's back. . . but soon I'm going to wake up and he will be gone. . . and I'm alone again. I was alone for such a long time and then he came and I was happy. But he left me. Everybody left me. I'm not made to be loved. Nobody can love me, I'm worthless. Worthless."
I shiver. How desperate he sounds. And I'm the reason.
His hands. . . I love them. Even now they're comforting and loving and wonderful.
I am so stupid.
Did I really think I didn't love him anymore?
But do I?
Yes, I fucking love him.
"Yuki!"
He stops stroking my hair.
"Huh?" He looks like he had been sleeping.
"Yuki, I love you."
He stares at me. Then his eyes close and his hands fall to his sides.
"Yuki? YUKI!!"
TBC
A/N:
Oh, I love torturing! Somehow in every fic someone loses consciousness. But it's so much fun to let the others worry ^______________________^ Well, I'm not very good at writing, so I always use the same ideas *hides* Don't kill me. Please.
Dedicated to Dennis. Have fun in China.
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: still not mine...
"Eiri-san?"
"Hn."
"Eiri-san, talk to me. What happened? Open the door, please Eiri-san! Please!"
"Go away."
*** *** *** *** ***
"Shindou!"
Oh, not good. Seguchi-san appears to be more than pissed.
"What the hell did you do to Eiri-san? He was okay, why does he refuse to open the door now? WHAT happened?!"
I look at him angrily. "Is that your business? I don't think so, Seguchi- san. If Yuki doesn't want to tell you, I sure as hell won't."
He's even more pissed. He glares at me, but leaves the studio.
Yuki refuses to open the door? I sigh. I know what I have to do.
*** *** *** *** ***
"Yuki? Yuki, open the door. It's me, Shuichi."
I hear footsteps. A key is turned around. The door opens. I peer into the hallway.
"Yuki?"
A pale, thin man looks at me. Thin? That's an understatement. Gods, he looks like a skeleton. I step into the apartment and close the door. He goes to the living-room. Well, he tries. Obviously it's hard for him to walk.
"Yuki, what happened? Why are you. . ."
"I didn't eat anything since I was at your parents' house."
I'm shocked.
"But Yuki, that was two weeks ago. Are you telling me that you haven't had anything to eat for 14 days?"
He grins. "I do, my little heart-breaker. But why should you care if I live or die? You don't love anymore, so piss off and let me die in my own dirt."
"And you really think I would do that?"
"Oh, little Shu-chan seems to be disgusted. Disgusted by Yuki-sama, the biggest loser in the universe. The baka who couldn't even make a stupid untalented brat love him. Oh yes, I deserve to die."
I start at his sarcastic voice, the hate-filled words.
He starts crying. And throwing things at me.
"Sod off, I hate you!"
I rush over to him and catch his hands. I hold them in mine. Gods. . . they're so skinny. "Yuki! Yuki, stop it!"
He's too weak to struggle. Suddenly he's tired. Exhausted.
I throw my arms around his waist and rest my head at his chest. Oh, it feels so safe there. I almost forgot HOW safe it felt. How. . . cozy.
I released his hands and now he's stroking my hair without really noticing it. I hear him muttering.
"He's back. . . my Shuichi's back. . . but soon I'm going to wake up and he will be gone. . . and I'm alone again. I was alone for such a long time and then he came and I was happy. But he left me. Everybody left me. I'm not made to be loved. Nobody can love me, I'm worthless. Worthless."
I shiver. How desperate he sounds. And I'm the reason.
His hands. . . I love them. Even now they're comforting and loving and wonderful.
I am so stupid.
Did I really think I didn't love him anymore?
But do I?
Yes, I fucking love him.
"Yuki!"
He stops stroking my hair.
"Huh?" He looks like he had been sleeping.
"Yuki, I love you."
He stares at me. Then his eyes close and his hands fall to his sides.
"Yuki? YUKI!!"
TBC
A/N:
Oh, I love torturing! Somehow in every fic someone loses consciousness. But it's so much fun to let the others worry ^______________________^ Well, I'm not very good at writing, so I always use the same ideas *hides* Don't kill me. Please.
Dedicated to Dennis. Have fun in China.