Brief apology about this next chapter. I don't know what came over me. I had all planned this to be the last chapter, but I was in the car and.just thought of this. I love Yuki so much.but I make his life miserable. Oh well.he's mean to my Shuichi. :-p Thanks for all the reviews!! Danka Danka!! And now---Chapter 8!

Darkness. That's where I sit now. Ok, so really it's not that dark. I can see pretty well, it is a full moon out tonight. And I can see the glowing red embers of my cigarette. But, it doesn't matter now. I'm back where I started. All by myself, staring at the ceiling. God, I hate this so much, I feel so defeated. A feeling I despise in myself. I just have to learn to live without him. I lived for so long on my own. It shouldn't be so hard to slip back into my old habits. So why does it feel hard?
The smoke is filling the room. I should really open a window or something. My eyes are starting to burn, and if my eyes burn, then Shuichi's sensitive eyes will definitely-
Why do I think about that now? Why do I care, now that he's gone? Heh, I guess that's just me. It doesn't bother me until they aren't here anymore. It just hurts this time. It hurts.

Shuichi ran, all the while thinking about Yuki's lyrics. Lyrics meant for him. Why? Why say all that now? He thought, tears running down his face. He had to find out what Yuki had meant. He had to find out why he had shown up to a concert that Shuichi was SURE he hadn't told him about.
Horns blared as he dashed across the street to the apartment complex. He ran to the buzzer and pushed it multiple times.
"Yuki! Yuki! It's me! Let me in!" Shuichi said frantically. There was no answer.
"Yuki! Yuki!" Shuichi tried again. "Shoot, where did I put that key?"

He patted down his clothing, mad that he didn't change out of his concert costume. He was about to give up when it hit him. He took off his right boot and pulled out his lucky charm. It was the key that Yuki had first given him when he had moved in Shuichi had made a duplicate to use while he kept this one Yuki gave him as a good luck charm on stage. It made him feel more confident. A little piece of Yuki would be with him at all the concerts, even if the real Yuki couldn't make it.
Shuichi stared at the little key in his hands. He smiled. One small victory. He opened the door and ran up the stairs to the apartment. His hands fumbled to put the key in the lock. He was in such a hurry to get inside and talk to Yuki. He flung the door open. It was dark inside. Shuichi could barely see. "Yuki?" he called as he flipped on the light.
Yuki was slumped on the couch. His cigarette had fallen out of his hand and was now smoldering the fabric. He lay there, unmoving. Shuichi gasped and shrieked his name.
"YUKI!"
Oh please God, Shuichi prayed as he rushed to Yuki's side. Please don't let him be-
He jumped onto the couch and smothered the cigarette by pushing it onto the floor and stamping it out with his boot. He then took Yuki's face in his hands and tried to wake him up.
"Wake up Yuki. Please wake up!" Shuichi said desperately. Tears were falling down his face again.
"Please, please be alright. Oh, Yuki!"
"Yuki!"

"Yuki!" I said, surprised. I couldn't believe my eyes. Here he was, my mentor from New York, standing right in front of me. It's been a good ten years since I have last seen him. He should be as old as Sakuma Ryuichi now. But he looked exactly the same as I remembered him. He looked at me.
"It's been a while, hasn't it Eiri-san?"
I grinned. "It has. I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch. These past few years have been really busy. Won't you come in?" I opened the door to my apartment. He smiled and stepped in.
"You've done well for yourself, Eiri-san. This is a nice place you have." I blushed.
"Thanks. Ya know, I owe a lot of my success to you."
"Oh?" he looked surprised.
"Of course! If you hadn't encouraged me to pursue writing, who knows where I would have ended up." I sat down on the couch and he did the same. It felt so good to talk to him again. I really shouldn't have lost touch. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed our talks.
He smiled again. "Oh, I don't deserve that much credit. You have all the talent. I just steered you in the right direction." He said modestly. I shook my head.
"No, you did a lot more. In fact, that's why I took your name as my pen name." He took my hand. I blushed again.
"We had a lot of good times, didn't we Eiri-san?" He asked me, looking deep into my eyes. I gulped.
"Of-of course we did, Yuki." I stuttered. I began to feel nervous. I didn't know why.
"Yes, we did." He never broke eye contact with me. "But-"
"But?" I whispered. He inched closer.
"But, there are some things that we never got to do." He took my face in his hands and kissed me.
I was in shock. Not that it was a bad kiss. It's just something was wrong. Horribly wrong. And I couldn't put my fingers on what it was.
"Yuki." I said, gently pushing him away. "What are you-"
"Doing? Finishing what I started ten years ago." He looked me in the eye again. His eyes had turned cold. He no longer was smiling.
"I don't understand what you mean." I pushed him back. He just grabbed my shoulder and pushed me down harder.
"You understand what I mean." He kissed me again, rough this time. He was hurting me.
"Stop, that hurts." I pleaded and tried to get him off of me. He didn't budge.
"Not after I pay you back for what you did to me." He snarled in my ear. My eyes widened. I remembered. I tried to get away but he was too strong, he laughed, his hands roaming my body.
"You thought I'd let you get away with it? Away with killing me? Not likely, Eiri-san. I wasted too much time trying to get you into bed for it to end in my death." I stared in shock. He chuckled again.
"Awwww, you actually thought I mentored you for nothing? What an idiot. No, you were too pretty to pass up." He licked my face. I trembled. " And now, I'll get what I always wanted."
His hands crept lower until they reached the buckle on my pants. "Please, don't" I begged, tears falling down my face. He didn't. I moaned in spite of myself. A cruel laugh escaped his throat. "My, my. You sure are excited for someone who wants me to stop."
I opened my eyes and I was twelve again. I was cornered in that abandoned room. No one would hear me. No one would save me. It was going to happen all over again.
"Get off of him!" A voice shouted from across the room. I looked and saw someone with pink hair walk towards me. Shuichi? I thought.
"Who the hell are you?" Yuki said from on top of me. Shuichi came over and grabbed Yuki by the shoulder.
"I said, GET OFF OF HIM!" He punched him in the face.
Yuki went sprawling back, blood dripping from his nose. Shuichi looked down at me and wiped the tears from my eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked tenderly. I couldn't speak. I was still terrified in my twelve year old state of mind. I just nodded. He smiled. I felt safe. But then, Yuki stood up and smeared the blood off his nose.
"It doesn't end that easily." He said as he pointed a gun, the same gun that I had used on him ten years ago, at the back of Shuichi's head. The hammer clicked. I opened my mouth to scream when the gun went off.

-avoids thrown objects- hey, at least I update fast, yes?