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Chapter Two.
....Night. Such a beautiful time. Stars, that gental whistling of the wind. It soothes.
"Man.. That concert passed too quickly.." Shuichi stated, a smile plastered across his face. Walking through the park.
"Hai.. It was.." Hiro replied, his hands in his pockets. He looked to the right, staring off into the tress. The sound of footsteps came to his ears. "Nani..?" He glanced back, seeing the tall blonde following them, his pace slow. His eyes turned to a glare, and he glanced at Shuichi, who was currently talking to himself. Hiro looked ahead, deciding that if he ignored Yuki, maybe he would go away.
"I've got a luvly buncha coconuts!" Shuichi sang, his voice cheerful. "Here they are a standing in a row!" He smiled. "Big ones, small ones! Some as big as your head!" His sound was cut short by the sound of Yuki's voice in his ear.
"Still no talent. Very little if any.." Yuki said, his voice oozing with mockery.
"..N...Nani?" Shuichi looked back, meeting face to face with the man that left him fives years eariler. "Yu.. Yuki..." He choked out, staring into his brown eyes.
"Hai.." Yuki slowly began to walk past him, breaking the contact of their eyes. "So, we meet yet again.." He glanced back at him. "..Shuichi."
"..YUKI!" Cat ears sprang from his head, and a smile spread across his face. He lept toward Yuki, wrapping his arms around him. He hugged him tightly.
Yuki looked down at him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Let go, Shuichi." He hissed, glaring. He moved his hands to Shuichi's shoulders, pushing him away roughly.
Shuichi stumbled back into the bushes. "AGH!" Thorns stuck into him, and he began franticly to remove himself from the bush. "Y-yuki! Help! Hiro!"
Yuki turned from him, and began to leave.
Hiro went to Shuichi's aid, pulling him out of the bush. He looked him over. "You alright?"
Shuichi nodded slightly, blood covering his arms from his cuts. He looked down the path, seeing Yuki disappear.
"Yuki..san..." 'Why is he leaving me..?' He thought, staring down the dark path after his lover. "Hiro.." Shuichi burst into tears falling to his knees. "He's leaving me..!" He yelled between his sobs. He curled into a ball on the ground, shaking patheticly.
Hiro's gaze turned to a glare. "Shuichi, stay here." He said, moving down the path. 'I have to get Yuki back here for Shuichi... He's so depressed.' He thought. He broke into a run, taking a deep breath. His red hair swayed after him, glinting in the moonlight.
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Yuki sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. The writer sighed, a ciggerette handing from his mouth. He felt good. Finally, the freak would be out of his life. For good. Thank you, Tohma.
The pounding of shoes filled his ears, and he glanced back. The red head again, probubly wanting to beat the living hell out of him for what he did to Shuichi. Oh well, life goes on.. Well, for a short time in Shuichi's case.
Yuki stepped forward briskly as Hiro's shoe hit the back of his head. "..Ahem." He looked back, glaring at the man that kicked him.
Hiro lowered his leg, putting his foot on the ground. "How 'dare' you, Eiri. How could you do that to Shuichi?!" He yelled, eyes matching those of a madman.
Yuki glared, turning fully. "You would not understand, Hiro.." He answered bluntly.
"Try me, blondie." Hiro replied.
Yuki groaned. "It's Tohma.. He's after Shuichi, to kill him. That's why all your next concerts have been canceled." He puffed his ciggerette, taking it out of his mouth, exhaling. "And I'm not going to be around when it happens." He lied.
"..You.." Hiro stared at him, horror replacing anger. "..Tohma.. Shuichi.." He murmered.
"And he'll strike tonight."
"Nani?!" Hiro yelled, looking back.
Yuki looked down. "...And you... Cannot interfere!!" He yelled, whipping out a hand gun. He smirked, a grin so evil it couldn't be Yuki's.
Hiro looked back toward Yuki, his eyes widening. "Yuki.. Why.. why.."
"You baka! You're becoming as bad as that freak back there!" He said with a laugh. "Feh. Do you really think the real Yuki would kill Shuichi?" He cupped his left hand under the gun, holding it with the right.
Hiro stepped back, and turned. He began to sprint back down the path. "Shuichi! Shuichi, run-.."
-BANG-
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Shuichi turned his head, looking down the path. Tears still streamed from his face. Why was Hiro calling him? He stood, and began to walked down the path. "Hi.. ro?" He asked out, sniffling. He wiped away the tears. He didn't get a reply. "....Hiro?" He asked again. A weak voice startled him.
"...Shu...i...chi...."
Shuichi's pace increased, and he soon found himself in sight of Hiro.
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Hiro lay sprawled on the ground, blood pooling around him. The imposter had shot him clear through the chest. "...Shu..i..chi.." He repeated. "..Please.. Run..."
Shuichi stared at his dieing friend. "Hiro!!" He yelled, moving toward him. He fell to his knees beside the red head. "What happened?!" He asked, frantic. He put his hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
"...Imposter... Run... Please..." He reached toward Shuichi. He heard the click. "SHU-ICHI!" He forced himself up, and slammed his body into Shuichi's. A bullet pummeled into the back of his head. He screamed out, falling onto Shuichi, dead.
Shuichi went silent. All he could hear.. feel... was silence. His eyes were glued to the dead body of his longest friend, lying on him. "...Hiro.." He said once, hoping that he would wake, that everything would be okay. "...Hiro...!" He said a little more frantic, shaking his friend. His eyes widened, glittering as the moonlight hit them. He shook, a waterfall of tears flowing from his eyes.
"HIRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Chapter Two.
....Night. Such a beautiful time. Stars, that gental whistling of the wind. It soothes.
"Man.. That concert passed too quickly.." Shuichi stated, a smile plastered across his face. Walking through the park.
"Hai.. It was.." Hiro replied, his hands in his pockets. He looked to the right, staring off into the tress. The sound of footsteps came to his ears. "Nani..?" He glanced back, seeing the tall blonde following them, his pace slow. His eyes turned to a glare, and he glanced at Shuichi, who was currently talking to himself. Hiro looked ahead, deciding that if he ignored Yuki, maybe he would go away.
"I've got a luvly buncha coconuts!" Shuichi sang, his voice cheerful. "Here they are a standing in a row!" He smiled. "Big ones, small ones! Some as big as your head!" His sound was cut short by the sound of Yuki's voice in his ear.
"Still no talent. Very little if any.." Yuki said, his voice oozing with mockery.
"..N...Nani?" Shuichi looked back, meeting face to face with the man that left him fives years eariler. "Yu.. Yuki..." He choked out, staring into his brown eyes.
"Hai.." Yuki slowly began to walk past him, breaking the contact of their eyes. "So, we meet yet again.." He glanced back at him. "..Shuichi."
"..YUKI!" Cat ears sprang from his head, and a smile spread across his face. He lept toward Yuki, wrapping his arms around him. He hugged him tightly.
Yuki looked down at him, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Let go, Shuichi." He hissed, glaring. He moved his hands to Shuichi's shoulders, pushing him away roughly.
Shuichi stumbled back into the bushes. "AGH!" Thorns stuck into him, and he began franticly to remove himself from the bush. "Y-yuki! Help! Hiro!"
Yuki turned from him, and began to leave.
Hiro went to Shuichi's aid, pulling him out of the bush. He looked him over. "You alright?"
Shuichi nodded slightly, blood covering his arms from his cuts. He looked down the path, seeing Yuki disappear.
"Yuki..san..." 'Why is he leaving me..?' He thought, staring down the dark path after his lover. "Hiro.." Shuichi burst into tears falling to his knees. "He's leaving me..!" He yelled between his sobs. He curled into a ball on the ground, shaking patheticly.
Hiro's gaze turned to a glare. "Shuichi, stay here." He said, moving down the path. 'I have to get Yuki back here for Shuichi... He's so depressed.' He thought. He broke into a run, taking a deep breath. His red hair swayed after him, glinting in the moonlight.
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Yuki sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets. The writer sighed, a ciggerette handing from his mouth. He felt good. Finally, the freak would be out of his life. For good. Thank you, Tohma.
The pounding of shoes filled his ears, and he glanced back. The red head again, probubly wanting to beat the living hell out of him for what he did to Shuichi. Oh well, life goes on.. Well, for a short time in Shuichi's case.
Yuki stepped forward briskly as Hiro's shoe hit the back of his head. "..Ahem." He looked back, glaring at the man that kicked him.
Hiro lowered his leg, putting his foot on the ground. "How 'dare' you, Eiri. How could you do that to Shuichi?!" He yelled, eyes matching those of a madman.
Yuki glared, turning fully. "You would not understand, Hiro.." He answered bluntly.
"Try me, blondie." Hiro replied.
Yuki groaned. "It's Tohma.. He's after Shuichi, to kill him. That's why all your next concerts have been canceled." He puffed his ciggerette, taking it out of his mouth, exhaling. "And I'm not going to be around when it happens." He lied.
"..You.." Hiro stared at him, horror replacing anger. "..Tohma.. Shuichi.." He murmered.
"And he'll strike tonight."
"Nani?!" Hiro yelled, looking back.
Yuki looked down. "...And you... Cannot interfere!!" He yelled, whipping out a hand gun. He smirked, a grin so evil it couldn't be Yuki's.
Hiro looked back toward Yuki, his eyes widening. "Yuki.. Why.. why.."
"You baka! You're becoming as bad as that freak back there!" He said with a laugh. "Feh. Do you really think the real Yuki would kill Shuichi?" He cupped his left hand under the gun, holding it with the right.
Hiro stepped back, and turned. He began to sprint back down the path. "Shuichi! Shuichi, run-.."
-BANG-
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Shuichi turned his head, looking down the path. Tears still streamed from his face. Why was Hiro calling him? He stood, and began to walked down the path. "Hi.. ro?" He asked out, sniffling. He wiped away the tears. He didn't get a reply. "....Hiro?" He asked again. A weak voice startled him.
"...Shu...i...chi...."
Shuichi's pace increased, and he soon found himself in sight of Hiro.
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Hiro lay sprawled on the ground, blood pooling around him. The imposter had shot him clear through the chest. "...Shu..i..chi.." He repeated. "..Please.. Run..."
Shuichi stared at his dieing friend. "Hiro!!" He yelled, moving toward him. He fell to his knees beside the red head. "What happened?!" He asked, frantic. He put his hand over the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
"...Imposter... Run... Please..." He reached toward Shuichi. He heard the click. "SHU-ICHI!" He forced himself up, and slammed his body into Shuichi's. A bullet pummeled into the back of his head. He screamed out, falling onto Shuichi, dead.
Shuichi went silent. All he could hear.. feel... was silence. His eyes were glued to the dead body of his longest friend, lying on him. "...Hiro.." He said once, hoping that he would wake, that everything would be okay. "...Hiro...!" He said a little more frantic, shaking his friend. His eyes widened, glittering as the moonlight hit them. He shook, a waterfall of tears flowing from his eyes.
"HIRRRRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"