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Chapter Three.
Devistation. Hiro had left him, to never return. Shuichi was left in the dark, alone.
Shuichi clutched onto Hiro's dead body, crying his heart out. "Hiro! You left me..!" He yelled at the red head, his depression growing deeper.
The imposter, or so called 'Yuki' cast his shadow upon the two. "..Isn't that sweet." He spat. "The boy gave his life for you." He stepped forward once, kicking Hiro from Shuichi's grasp. The body topped to the ground, limp as a bag of rice. Shuichi turned his head to the side, seeing his friend roll. He looked back up at the imposter Yuki, staring. "..Yuk..i?" He began to stand.
Yuki sneered, pointing the gun at Shuichi's head. "Stay down, Shindou." He sneered.
Shuichi stared at the barral of the gun, backing down. His eyes were wide. "..Why are you doing this?!" He cried, sitting again. That couldn't be Yuki..
"The boss wants you dead, Shindou. But, I don't think I'll kill you tonight... I'll let you wait.." He turned, and began to leave, letting his arm hand at his side. The gun pointed to the ground.
Shuichi stood, glaring. Warm tears flowed from his eyes. "..I'll... kill you for this!" He ran at Yuki, whom turned from the voice. "Nani...?" He said slowly. Shuichi's foot flew at his stomach, slamming against his body.
The imposter's eyes widened, and he fell back, his head slamming to the ground. He clutched his stomach, the gun falling from his hand.
Shuichi landed, reaching down for the gun. As he took hold of it, the sole of the imposter's shoe slammed into his cheek, knocking him off balence. He fell on his butt, putting a hand to his face. "..ugh..." He groaned, as Yuki began to rise. "..You..." He swatted at Shuichi with his hand.
Shuichi pulled his head back, barely evading his hand. He lifted the gun, pulling the trigger. He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing if he hand even hit the man. His questions were answered when he heard a distorted cry. He heard the man hit the ground.
Silence surrounded them, the moon lowering in the sky. The stares were fading, and the sunrise could be seen over the horizen. The sky shone in brillant shades of pinks, and oranges.
Shuichi opened his eyes slowly, seeing the blood, and the man. He had shot him through the eye. He had been cursed, or 'blessed' in this case, with perfect aim. He had killed someone... Someone that looked, and sounded just like Yuki. He was a murderer, no better than the man. He stood, horror in his eyes. He dropped the gun, hearing the 'clank' from it hitting the ground. "..I...I..." He stepped back, shaking. "...He desereved it..." He said, slowly. He turned, and began to run, breathing heavily. He ran past Hiro, and out of the park. A part of his heard was now gone. His best friend was gone.. He had always been there for Shuichi, but the one time that Hiro needed him, he wasn't there. He was mourning about his own problems, while Hiro went after the bastard. Poor Hiro.. He had never done anything wrong.. Never.
Shuichi ran until his legs gave out. He fell to his knees in the middle of the sidewalk, his hand placed on the nearest pole. He breathed heavily. He huffed, looking up at the blue sky. He raised his hand from the pole, placing it on his chest. After a while, his breathing finally regulated. He sighed, sitting on the hard ground, watching as creatures like him moved past. Much didn't seem important anymore.. He wasn't whole.
Shuichi sat there for a long time, just blaming himself. If he hadn't brought Hiro to the park, as he begged Hiro too, Hiro would still be alive. If he hadn't mourned, Hiro wouldn't have gone and gotten himself shot. If he had never met Hiro..
Shuichi was snapped out of his trance by a small boy, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked up at the boy weakly, meeting his soft eyes.
The boy smiled. "Are you okay, Mister?" He asked sweetly. He reminded Shuichi of himself at that age.
"..I.. Guess I am..." He tried to smile, but it came out as a distorted grin. The boy chuckled, and sat down beside him. "What happened? You look all... Sad."
"..Heh..." Shuichi looked down. Did he really look so sad that someone would come and tell him it? Maybe one of his fans. "I.. Just lost my best friend..." He said, his eyes narrowing slightly. It hurt to talk about it.
"Well, why are you sad about that?" The boy piped.
Shuichi looked from the ground at the boy. "Nani?" Obviously this boy didn't know what it was like to have a true friend.
"If you lost him, then go find him! He shouldn't be that hard to find!!" He said, sounding proud to have solved a problem.. Well, tried..
Shuichi sweatdropped. "Um... Well... By lost.. I mean.. Well.. He's... Dead..." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing.
The boy's eyes deepened. "Aww...." He suddenly hugged Shuichi. "That's so sad.."
Shuichi stared at the boy. Was he... Hugging him? "Thanks.. Kid.." He smiled slightly, hugging him tightly, closing his eyes.
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"Damn it!" Tohma exclaimed, throwing his cell phone at the nearest wall. Plan A had failed. He sneered. He fell into his office chair, putting his hand over his face. This was a big disappointment. He had thought his minions would have been more reliable than they showed to be.
He sighed. "It's okay, Tohma.. It was just one person.. At least he got rid of Hiro." He said to himself, reassuringly. "I'll just send out another dro- " He was cut off as the speaker box on his desk turned on, a woman's voice blaring through. "Mister Suguchi, you have a visitor on the way to your office." The box said.
Tohma groaned. "Fine.. Thanks for the warning.." He pushed the button on the box, turning it off. He hoped it wasn't Shindou.. Anyone but Shindou...
His prayers were answered, and Yuki, the REAL Yuki, walked in. "Tohma, Hiro is dead. I have the feeling you have something to do with this." He said, sternly, walking toward the blonde's desk. He stopped in front of it, meeting his confused gaze.
"Hm? What are you talking about, Yuki-sama?" Tohma cocked his head to the side, closing his eyes. A mischeivious grin crossed his face. "I would never do anything like that.. Especally to a client.."
Yuki glared at his smile. Something was defenetly wrong here. "..Fine.. I will accept your answer... For the moment..." He turned away, and began to leave.
Tohma felt the urge to pull the pistol from his drawer, and shoot his love on sight, but resisted. Yuki knew something, but Tohma wasn't about to confirm it if he missed. He watched as the door closed. "..Damn!"
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Yuki walked down the hall, lazily putting his hand in his shirt pocket, pulling out his ciggerette pack. He pt the pack to his mouth, taking the end of a ciggerette between his teeth. He pulled it out, shoving the pack back in his pocket. He pulled a lighter from his back pocket, lighting his ciggerette. He glanced at a sign as he was passing, that read 'No Smoking.' He took the ciggerette from his mouth, exhaling the smoke. He put the lighter away, leaving the building, the sun blaring down on him. He glanced at his Mercedes, then began to slowly make his way down the street. He went back to the park, seeing the cop cars surrounding it. Two covered bodies were being carried away.
Yuki looked ahead, and continued to walk, heading no where in particular. His mind began to wander, coming to one person- Shuichi Shindou. His glare softened slightly, and he looked down at the ground.
He heard the sound of light footsteps, the pace quickened. He looked up, making sure they didn't run into him. And who what it? None other than Shuichi Shindou, and some small boy.. He stared for a moment, then realized that they were about to run him over! He moved to the side, hearing their laughter. Did Shuichi know Hiro was dead?
Shuichi looked up from the boy, seeing the writer standing to the side. He slowed to stop, causing the boy to stop as a reaction.
"Nanio, Shu-chan?" The boy asked, looking up at the pink headed boy.
Shuichi stared at Yuki, his eyes wide.
Yuki tried his best to look normal as he gazed upon the beauty in front of him. He fought the urge to hug him... To hold him close again. "..Shuichi... Sama..." He murmered.
Shuichi continued to stare. Was this the real Yuki, or another imposter? "Yuki..San.. Is that.. you?" He asked, stepping toward him.
Yuki gave him a blank look. "..What do you think, baka." He took the ciggerette from his mouth, dropping it to the ground. He snuffed it out with the sole of his shoe.
Shuichi smiled. Yep, that was his Yuki. He launched himself toward Yuki, hugging him close. "It's you...."
Yuki caustiously put an arm around Shuichi, a small smile covering his face. "..Yes.. It is." He replied, staring down at him.
"Is this your friend, Shu-chan?" The boy cocked his head to the side.
Shuichi looked back at the boy. "No, Alex.. This is.. Someone else."
Alex nodded slightly. "Okay then. I have to get home. Bye Shu-chan!"
"Bye, Alex!" Shuichi waved, watching the boy run down the street. He looked back up at Yuki. His eyes glittered suddenly, and he glomped him. "Yuki- kun!!" Cat ears raised from his head, adn he got that kawaii look on his face.
Yuki raised an eyebrow, then sighed. He put his hand on Shuichi's head. "Down boy."
Shuichi crouched down, a wide smile on his face.
"Come on, let's go. My place isn't far from here." Yuki said, dully. He slowly began to start his journey home again.
Shuichi stood quickly, going after. He preceeded in chants of 'Yuki's back' for a while." He grinned. "Won't Hiro be so hap-," He stopped with his words. "py.."
Yuki looked back at him, seeing hte look on his face. He looked like he was going to break. Did he know?
Shuichi broke down inside. "I've gotten you back, Yuki.. But I've lost Hiro.." He kept himself from falling as tears made there path down his face. He wished he could be happy. He should be. He latched himself onto Yuki's arm, his eyes shut tightly. "He's dead, Yuki, he's DEAD!!" He sobbed, his legs giving out from beneath him.
Yuki quickly took his other arm, pulling him up. He began to walk Shuichi to him home, letting him cry on his arm. Yuki knew this was a hard time for Shuichi.
As they came upon Yuki's home, he stopped. "Shuichi. How did you know he died? Did you pass the park?"
Shuichi looked up at the blonde. Did he have to ask? "I... I..."
"You?"
".... I saw him die..." He croaked. "He saved me.. And.. And I killed his murderer.. He looked just like you.." He said, quietly.
"Nani?" Yuki raised an eyebrow. He hadn't actually seen the murderer, and the fact that Shuichi killed someone shocked him. "You... Killed him?"
Shuichi looked away. "I had no choise. He was going to kill me.. And.. He took Hiro's life.. I.. Couldn't let him go!!" He stuttered. "Gomen... Gomen.." He shook his head furiously, keeping back the angst that built within him.
Yuki stared down at Shuichi, seeing himself, and hte pistal he killed his sensei with. "Shuichi." He sighed regretfully. "You're becoming more and more like me everytime I see you." He said, beginning to walk inside.
Shuichi watched Yuki for a moment, pulled with him. "This isn't fair." He mumbled.
Chapter Three.
Devistation. Hiro had left him, to never return. Shuichi was left in the dark, alone.
Shuichi clutched onto Hiro's dead body, crying his heart out. "Hiro! You left me..!" He yelled at the red head, his depression growing deeper.
The imposter, or so called 'Yuki' cast his shadow upon the two. "..Isn't that sweet." He spat. "The boy gave his life for you." He stepped forward once, kicking Hiro from Shuichi's grasp. The body topped to the ground, limp as a bag of rice. Shuichi turned his head to the side, seeing his friend roll. He looked back up at the imposter Yuki, staring. "..Yuk..i?" He began to stand.
Yuki sneered, pointing the gun at Shuichi's head. "Stay down, Shindou." He sneered.
Shuichi stared at the barral of the gun, backing down. His eyes were wide. "..Why are you doing this?!" He cried, sitting again. That couldn't be Yuki..
"The boss wants you dead, Shindou. But, I don't think I'll kill you tonight... I'll let you wait.." He turned, and began to leave, letting his arm hand at his side. The gun pointed to the ground.
Shuichi stood, glaring. Warm tears flowed from his eyes. "..I'll... kill you for this!" He ran at Yuki, whom turned from the voice. "Nani...?" He said slowly. Shuichi's foot flew at his stomach, slamming against his body.
The imposter's eyes widened, and he fell back, his head slamming to the ground. He clutched his stomach, the gun falling from his hand.
Shuichi landed, reaching down for the gun. As he took hold of it, the sole of the imposter's shoe slammed into his cheek, knocking him off balence. He fell on his butt, putting a hand to his face. "..ugh..." He groaned, as Yuki began to rise. "..You..." He swatted at Shuichi with his hand.
Shuichi pulled his head back, barely evading his hand. He lifted the gun, pulling the trigger. He closed his eyes tightly, not knowing if he hand even hit the man. His questions were answered when he heard a distorted cry. He heard the man hit the ground.
Silence surrounded them, the moon lowering in the sky. The stares were fading, and the sunrise could be seen over the horizen. The sky shone in brillant shades of pinks, and oranges.
Shuichi opened his eyes slowly, seeing the blood, and the man. He had shot him through the eye. He had been cursed, or 'blessed' in this case, with perfect aim. He had killed someone... Someone that looked, and sounded just like Yuki. He was a murderer, no better than the man. He stood, horror in his eyes. He dropped the gun, hearing the 'clank' from it hitting the ground. "..I...I..." He stepped back, shaking. "...He desereved it..." He said, slowly. He turned, and began to run, breathing heavily. He ran past Hiro, and out of the park. A part of his heard was now gone. His best friend was gone.. He had always been there for Shuichi, but the one time that Hiro needed him, he wasn't there. He was mourning about his own problems, while Hiro went after the bastard. Poor Hiro.. He had never done anything wrong.. Never.
Shuichi ran until his legs gave out. He fell to his knees in the middle of the sidewalk, his hand placed on the nearest pole. He breathed heavily. He huffed, looking up at the blue sky. He raised his hand from the pole, placing it on his chest. After a while, his breathing finally regulated. He sighed, sitting on the hard ground, watching as creatures like him moved past. Much didn't seem important anymore.. He wasn't whole.
Shuichi sat there for a long time, just blaming himself. If he hadn't brought Hiro to the park, as he begged Hiro too, Hiro would still be alive. If he hadn't mourned, Hiro wouldn't have gone and gotten himself shot. If he had never met Hiro..
Shuichi was snapped out of his trance by a small boy, tapping him on the shoulder. He looked up at the boy weakly, meeting his soft eyes.
The boy smiled. "Are you okay, Mister?" He asked sweetly. He reminded Shuichi of himself at that age.
"..I.. Guess I am..." He tried to smile, but it came out as a distorted grin. The boy chuckled, and sat down beside him. "What happened? You look all... Sad."
"..Heh..." Shuichi looked down. Did he really look so sad that someone would come and tell him it? Maybe one of his fans. "I.. Just lost my best friend..." He said, his eyes narrowing slightly. It hurt to talk about it.
"Well, why are you sad about that?" The boy piped.
Shuichi looked from the ground at the boy. "Nani?" Obviously this boy didn't know what it was like to have a true friend.
"If you lost him, then go find him! He shouldn't be that hard to find!!" He said, sounding proud to have solved a problem.. Well, tried..
Shuichi sweatdropped. "Um... Well... By lost.. I mean.. Well.. He's... Dead..." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing.
The boy's eyes deepened. "Aww...." He suddenly hugged Shuichi. "That's so sad.."
Shuichi stared at the boy. Was he... Hugging him? "Thanks.. Kid.." He smiled slightly, hugging him tightly, closing his eyes.
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"Damn it!" Tohma exclaimed, throwing his cell phone at the nearest wall. Plan A had failed. He sneered. He fell into his office chair, putting his hand over his face. This was a big disappointment. He had thought his minions would have been more reliable than they showed to be.
He sighed. "It's okay, Tohma.. It was just one person.. At least he got rid of Hiro." He said to himself, reassuringly. "I'll just send out another dro- " He was cut off as the speaker box on his desk turned on, a woman's voice blaring through. "Mister Suguchi, you have a visitor on the way to your office." The box said.
Tohma groaned. "Fine.. Thanks for the warning.." He pushed the button on the box, turning it off. He hoped it wasn't Shindou.. Anyone but Shindou...
His prayers were answered, and Yuki, the REAL Yuki, walked in. "Tohma, Hiro is dead. I have the feeling you have something to do with this." He said, sternly, walking toward the blonde's desk. He stopped in front of it, meeting his confused gaze.
"Hm? What are you talking about, Yuki-sama?" Tohma cocked his head to the side, closing his eyes. A mischeivious grin crossed his face. "I would never do anything like that.. Especally to a client.."
Yuki glared at his smile. Something was defenetly wrong here. "..Fine.. I will accept your answer... For the moment..." He turned away, and began to leave.
Tohma felt the urge to pull the pistol from his drawer, and shoot his love on sight, but resisted. Yuki knew something, but Tohma wasn't about to confirm it if he missed. He watched as the door closed. "..Damn!"
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Yuki walked down the hall, lazily putting his hand in his shirt pocket, pulling out his ciggerette pack. He pt the pack to his mouth, taking the end of a ciggerette between his teeth. He pulled it out, shoving the pack back in his pocket. He pulled a lighter from his back pocket, lighting his ciggerette. He glanced at a sign as he was passing, that read 'No Smoking.' He took the ciggerette from his mouth, exhaling the smoke. He put the lighter away, leaving the building, the sun blaring down on him. He glanced at his Mercedes, then began to slowly make his way down the street. He went back to the park, seeing the cop cars surrounding it. Two covered bodies were being carried away.
Yuki looked ahead, and continued to walk, heading no where in particular. His mind began to wander, coming to one person- Shuichi Shindou. His glare softened slightly, and he looked down at the ground.
He heard the sound of light footsteps, the pace quickened. He looked up, making sure they didn't run into him. And who what it? None other than Shuichi Shindou, and some small boy.. He stared for a moment, then realized that they were about to run him over! He moved to the side, hearing their laughter. Did Shuichi know Hiro was dead?
Shuichi looked up from the boy, seeing the writer standing to the side. He slowed to stop, causing the boy to stop as a reaction.
"Nanio, Shu-chan?" The boy asked, looking up at the pink headed boy.
Shuichi stared at Yuki, his eyes wide.
Yuki tried his best to look normal as he gazed upon the beauty in front of him. He fought the urge to hug him... To hold him close again. "..Shuichi... Sama..." He murmered.
Shuichi continued to stare. Was this the real Yuki, or another imposter? "Yuki..San.. Is that.. you?" He asked, stepping toward him.
Yuki gave him a blank look. "..What do you think, baka." He took the ciggerette from his mouth, dropping it to the ground. He snuffed it out with the sole of his shoe.
Shuichi smiled. Yep, that was his Yuki. He launched himself toward Yuki, hugging him close. "It's you...."
Yuki caustiously put an arm around Shuichi, a small smile covering his face. "..Yes.. It is." He replied, staring down at him.
"Is this your friend, Shu-chan?" The boy cocked his head to the side.
Shuichi looked back at the boy. "No, Alex.. This is.. Someone else."
Alex nodded slightly. "Okay then. I have to get home. Bye Shu-chan!"
"Bye, Alex!" Shuichi waved, watching the boy run down the street. He looked back up at Yuki. His eyes glittered suddenly, and he glomped him. "Yuki- kun!!" Cat ears raised from his head, adn he got that kawaii look on his face.
Yuki raised an eyebrow, then sighed. He put his hand on Shuichi's head. "Down boy."
Shuichi crouched down, a wide smile on his face.
"Come on, let's go. My place isn't far from here." Yuki said, dully. He slowly began to start his journey home again.
Shuichi stood quickly, going after. He preceeded in chants of 'Yuki's back' for a while." He grinned. "Won't Hiro be so hap-," He stopped with his words. "py.."
Yuki looked back at him, seeing hte look on his face. He looked like he was going to break. Did he know?
Shuichi broke down inside. "I've gotten you back, Yuki.. But I've lost Hiro.." He kept himself from falling as tears made there path down his face. He wished he could be happy. He should be. He latched himself onto Yuki's arm, his eyes shut tightly. "He's dead, Yuki, he's DEAD!!" He sobbed, his legs giving out from beneath him.
Yuki quickly took his other arm, pulling him up. He began to walk Shuichi to him home, letting him cry on his arm. Yuki knew this was a hard time for Shuichi.
As they came upon Yuki's home, he stopped. "Shuichi. How did you know he died? Did you pass the park?"
Shuichi looked up at the blonde. Did he have to ask? "I... I..."
"You?"
".... I saw him die..." He croaked. "He saved me.. And.. And I killed his murderer.. He looked just like you.." He said, quietly.
"Nani?" Yuki raised an eyebrow. He hadn't actually seen the murderer, and the fact that Shuichi killed someone shocked him. "You... Killed him?"
Shuichi looked away. "I had no choise. He was going to kill me.. And.. He took Hiro's life.. I.. Couldn't let him go!!" He stuttered. "Gomen... Gomen.." He shook his head furiously, keeping back the angst that built within him.
Yuki stared down at Shuichi, seeing himself, and hte pistal he killed his sensei with. "Shuichi." He sighed regretfully. "You're becoming more and more like me everytime I see you." He said, beginning to walk inside.
Shuichi watched Yuki for a moment, pulled with him. "This isn't fair." He mumbled.