Letters Of Black

By: Atsureki

Disclaimers : Wiess ain't mine! Nor are the lyrics.

Warnings : AU, Yaoi, OCC, angst, druguse, blood and stuff.

Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts or letters or lyrics.

This is AU so pasts and stuff is a bit diffrent but familier. I try to keep them IC even when it comes to their past but somethings are changed to fit the story.

Chapter 1. Red Help

"Why didn't you tell me about this?" The question got no answer. "Dammit Ken! How could you be so stupid to think that this was just some prank?" Brown eyes glared into grey.

"It's not like I haven't received stuff like this before. How was I suppose to know that this nut was serious," he muttered and glared at the man beside him.

"Are you really that naïve? Have you looked at these pictures?" Ken gritted his teeth. So he was stupid, too trusting, too naïve, he already knew all that.

"What about them?"

"Ken I've known you for 10 years now and I have never seen you like this before. You weren't even this bad after Kase…" the grey eyed man's voice trailed off when he mentioned that name. No one said that name out loud near Ken.

"Kase has nothing to do with this Ben!" the brunette grated out.

"Okay, okay. About the pictures. Haven't you noticed anything strange with them?"

"I didn't exactly study them," Ken shrugged and took them. Along with the one he had received earlier that day there were three others. The first photo was of a pair of closed eyes and underneath them 'You can's see me, but I can see you.' was written in english.

The second one showed him an ear and the words said 'You can't hear me, but I can hear you.' and the one he had gotten a week ago was of a mouth with 'You can't taste me, but I can taste you.' written below. On the back of each photo was a part of that disturbing song.

"The blade of my knife faced away from your heart
Those last few nights it turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell"

"So many times I said you'd only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears and loved you cyanide
When you took my lips I took your breath
Sometimes love's better off dead"

"Laid out cold now we're both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad 'cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news"

"Tied up smiling I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn about love in this world
But we finally made the news"

Ken knew that the chorus was missing but it didn't seem to fit anyway. The lyrics talked about love but it didn't exactly seem like this person loved him. It was very likely that the one who had sent him those black letters was the same person who had stabbed him. Whoever the nut was he or she had ran a small dagger straight through his right hand.

"You don't see it do you?" Ben asked.

"I don't know what I'm looking for," Ken sighed and put down the photos. He was tired and his hand hurt like hell not to mention that he needed another shot for his back.

"Look at the eyes Ken, don't you recognize them?" The brunette picked up the first picture he had received and looked at it.

"No I don't!" Ben came closer and forced him to meet his grey eyes.

"Whoever took those pictures was in your home Ken! Those photos are of you." Ken frowned and quickly picked them up again. Ben was right at least about three of them. The eyes were his, so was mouth and the hands. The one with the ear he couldn't be sure of though, but the hair sure looked like his.

"Someone was in my home and took pictures of me while I was asleep?" he croaked out and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Now will you let me call your manager and get some help?" Ken carefully rubbed his bandaged hand.

"Help? What do you mean help?"

"I don't know, a bodyguard or something. I am not sending you home alone Ken! This person is dangerous even if the one sending you these letters and the one who stabbed you aren't the one and the same." Ken didn't want some damn bodyguard but he was scared. What if this insane idiot really wanted to kill him?

"Okay," he sighed and felt how the last of his drugs stopped working. "Ben could you get someone in here I need some painkillers." Ben frowned deeply.

"You're going to have to stop stuffing yourself with morphine Ken. That problem with your back isn't going to go away just because you can't feel it!"

The brunette pressed his lips together. He hadn't thought Ben knew about his little addiction but then again it was rather obvious that he was a wreck. A fat, morphine-addicted drunk who slept with women whose names he didn't even know. Ken rubbed his head and cursed.

"Damn you Kase! Damn you!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ken paced his apartment and glared at the note on his bed. The woman he had picked up the night before had left him a note asking him to call her. Well that wasn't going to happen. Disgusted by himself he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and put on some sneakers. He needed to go for a run before he threw up on himself.

Ben had told him not to leave his home but to hell with him. Annoyed and feeling like a blob of lard the brunette left. He walked briskly for about a block before he started running slowly. The pain in his back throbbed since he hadn't fed himself enough morphine but he ignored it stubbornly.

Things were going to change, they had to! Slowly he jogged up and down the familier streets of Tokyo. It didn't take long for his muscles to start objecting and his hand to start pounding in a dull ache. Ken clenched his jaws together and kept on running in the same relaxed pace. Hell was going to freeze over before he allowed his weak body to win over him again.

For an hour he pushed himself forward and then he stopped outside his building again. With great care he streched his exhausted muscles until he barely could stand up anymore. Drenched in sweat he dragged himself up the stairs and inside his apartment.

Almost before he had closed the door behind him his shirt was on the floor soon followed by shoes, pants and underwear. Without turning on any lights he headed for the shower to get rid the sweat and dirt. Five minutes later he emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a small towel around his waist.

"Bang! You're dead!" a deep smooth voice suddenly said loudly. Ken almost had a heart attack and swirled around. Since he hadn't bothered to turn on any lights he could barely make out a tall figure standing by the window.

"Who the hell are you?" he hissed and pulled the towel tighter around himself.

"After what happened earlier today you might want to start locking your door Hidaka-san," the voice said flatly. Ken's thoughts raced. He had locked his door before he started to undress, hadn't he? And just who the hell was this man?

"Get out or I'll call the cops!"

"Moroshima sent me," the man said, voice still flat, and moved to the left. Ken watched in silence as the stranger reached out and turned on the lights. His eyes objected at the sudden light and it took him a few moments before he could clearly see the man before him.

"Who are you?" Ken asked again but a little nicer. The stranger was a tall slender man with crimson hair and ice cold amethyst eyes.

"Fujimiya," came the bland short answer. "Moroshima has hired me to be your bodyguard." Ken sighed. So Ben had called his manager and fixed him a bodyguard.

"Okay Fujimiya-san how the hell did you get inside my apartment?" The anger was back in the brunette's voice.

"The door was open."

"So you just walked in?" Ken growled and glared at the bodyguard. This man was pissing him off and the pain in his hand and back didn't exactly make it any better either.

"Aa." That was an answer the brunette soon would become very used to.

TBC?

I'm so sorry I didn't make it obvious that it was Ken in the prologue *kicks herself* I'm such a zap!

Okay I don't know anything about morphine but please just play along minna-san. I know Aya doesn't talk but eh well he had to so there… I'm still not sure I like this fic but I might continue writing on it… Ja/Atsureki