"Cold.."
"What am I doing.."
I'm walking.."
"Where am I going.."
Looking up at the house that loomed before him, Shuichi pushed the foor open. Without thinking he stepped into the house and walked across the floor. A door was in front of him and the steady sound of typing could be heard from within.
As the door opened, Yuki paused clicking away at his typewriter to watch a wet Shuichi stumble into the room.
"Oi, what do you think your doing? You're ruining my floors." Stepping around his desk Yuki approached the ever-silent Shuichi. "You're shivering. go take a hot bath and change your clothes."
"Nani.." Shuichi muttered without looking up. "Why did you do it."
"Eh. do what?" Yuki gazed at Shuichi, putting his hand under his chin to raise his head up.
Slapping away Yuki's hand Shuichi looked up into Yuki's surprised eyes as the tears flowed down his face. "Why did you write a song for Nittle Grasper. why didn't you tell me."
Turning away from Shuichi, Yuki sighed in exasperation. "Is that the reason you came here? I have better things to do then tell a child every thing I am doing. If you're done talking, you know the way out."
Reaching out his hand, Shuichi grasped Yuki's shirt. "Why do you always block me out like this? Why won't you tell me what is going on with your life."
Taking a step forward Yuki mutters, "So annoying."
Shuichi's eyes widened as Yuki slowly started to step away. Reaching out Shuichi grabbed Yuki and spun him about. "WHY DON'T YOU LET ME INTO YOUR LIFE!?"
Shuichi's eyes bugged out as Yuki looked at him in shock before realizing his fist was pressed firmly against Shuichi's stomach. "Nani." Shuichi gasped before falling unconscious.
Staring down at his hand it took Yuki a moment as shock slowly turned to horror at what he had just done registered in his mind. "Oi.Shuichi."
Bending down Yuki turned Shuichi's head into the light and his eyes opened as he saw the steady trickle of blood escape from Shuichi's nose. Leaning down, Yuki realized that Shuichi was barely breathing, it was then that he noticed Shuichi's skin was like ice.
"No. You cannot leave. I cannot go through this again. oh God, I'm sorry Shuichi. just don't leave me."
Picking Shuichi up, Yuki carried him into his room and put Shuichi onto his bed. Picking up the phone he called the hospital.
As he sat by Shuichi, rubbing his skin in attempt to keep him warm, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. As the steady knock upon the door resounded throughout the house, Yuki had it open in mere seconds.
"This way." Yuki urged as he started leading the paramedics into his room. The paramedics, after a short examination, laid Shuichi upon a stretcher and carried him out, one hooking up a breathing apparatus.
As the ambulance pulled away Yuki slumped to the ground in his front door, heedless of the rain or cold. He stayed there until the ambulance was out of site.
Going back into his house, Yuki stripped and sat in his tub as the hot water washed away the rain and cold, as well as hide the steady trickle of water from his eyes.
"What am I doing.."
I'm walking.."
"Where am I going.."
Looking up at the house that loomed before him, Shuichi pushed the foor open. Without thinking he stepped into the house and walked across the floor. A door was in front of him and the steady sound of typing could be heard from within.
As the door opened, Yuki paused clicking away at his typewriter to watch a wet Shuichi stumble into the room.
"Oi, what do you think your doing? You're ruining my floors." Stepping around his desk Yuki approached the ever-silent Shuichi. "You're shivering. go take a hot bath and change your clothes."
"Nani.." Shuichi muttered without looking up. "Why did you do it."
"Eh. do what?" Yuki gazed at Shuichi, putting his hand under his chin to raise his head up.
Slapping away Yuki's hand Shuichi looked up into Yuki's surprised eyes as the tears flowed down his face. "Why did you write a song for Nittle Grasper. why didn't you tell me."
Turning away from Shuichi, Yuki sighed in exasperation. "Is that the reason you came here? I have better things to do then tell a child every thing I am doing. If you're done talking, you know the way out."
Reaching out his hand, Shuichi grasped Yuki's shirt. "Why do you always block me out like this? Why won't you tell me what is going on with your life."
Taking a step forward Yuki mutters, "So annoying."
Shuichi's eyes widened as Yuki slowly started to step away. Reaching out Shuichi grabbed Yuki and spun him about. "WHY DON'T YOU LET ME INTO YOUR LIFE!?"
Shuichi's eyes bugged out as Yuki looked at him in shock before realizing his fist was pressed firmly against Shuichi's stomach. "Nani." Shuichi gasped before falling unconscious.
Staring down at his hand it took Yuki a moment as shock slowly turned to horror at what he had just done registered in his mind. "Oi.Shuichi."
Bending down Yuki turned Shuichi's head into the light and his eyes opened as he saw the steady trickle of blood escape from Shuichi's nose. Leaning down, Yuki realized that Shuichi was barely breathing, it was then that he noticed Shuichi's skin was like ice.
"No. You cannot leave. I cannot go through this again. oh God, I'm sorry Shuichi. just don't leave me."
Picking Shuichi up, Yuki carried him into his room and put Shuichi onto his bed. Picking up the phone he called the hospital.
As he sat by Shuichi, rubbing his skin in attempt to keep him warm, the sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. As the steady knock upon the door resounded throughout the house, Yuki had it open in mere seconds.
"This way." Yuki urged as he started leading the paramedics into his room. The paramedics, after a short examination, laid Shuichi upon a stretcher and carried him out, one hooking up a breathing apparatus.
As the ambulance pulled away Yuki slumped to the ground in his front door, heedless of the rain or cold. He stayed there until the ambulance was out of site.
Going back into his house, Yuki stripped and sat in his tub as the hot water washed away the rain and cold, as well as hide the steady trickle of water from his eyes.