A/N: Thanks for reviewing goes to MissyIrene, Rosevine (I hope you like Yuki in this chapter, too.), demon chan, Miko, KittyKitty, Kaouru, AISH a.k.a. Kitty in the Box (same here, I always write the chapter first and then I'm stuck trying to find a title and people are moaning about writing summeries…).

Chapter 2: A 10 minutes drive in slowmotion

The speedometer hit 150 km/h mark with a rising tendency to cross the 160 km/h mark in a couple of seconds.

Yuki was pissed off and if anybody else didn't have a death wish they better made sure to make space for the red sportscar racing at this late hour down the main city freeway.

His mouth was set in a thin line as all kind of thoughts raced at an even quicker speed than he was driving through his brain. His hands were clenching and unclenching around his steering wheel. A safe sign that he needed a cigarette soon or he'd go nuts.  

Right in this moment he contemplated if he should first check on his clumsy baka or rather strangle his annoying sister and in-law to death. Especially Tohma who was one of the few people in his circle of well ehm let's call them aquaintences who could actually handle words had made a complete fool of himself how he had handled the whole situation. And there they always prized him for being a genius.

Yuki frowned. He had always considered Tohma as a friend and now he couldn't even simply tell him that Shuichi had an accident? He was disappointed. Tohma either thought of him as a touchy suicidal sentimantal wreck or a crazy murderous maniac. God, was he really scared of him? In the end everything was coming back to Shuichi of course. He was his weak point if you want to call it like that but he seriously should consider now to talk some sense into Tohma and Mika before they did something really embaressing. I mean think about it, he was only in his twenties. Way too young to end up in a mental asylum and what would Shuichi do without him or better what would he do with his poor appartment?

He stopped at a red traffic light puzzling for a moment why it was called a freeway if you had to stop every couple of minutes at a red light. So much for free driving.

His thoughts travelled back to Shuichi where he ended up anyway again after his thought had grazed different subjects for a short while. He was curious what the pink haired baka had managed to pull off this time. Since they were together he had accepted the fact that Shuichi's clumsiness was a part of him and that he simply had to live with it. Time didn't make the sight of a bruised, broken, wrapped up etc. lover easier on his eyes but it managed to keep his nerves at bay.

After all Tohma had a point with all his extra carefulness. Shuichi WAS the most important person to him. And he really had no idea what he would do without him but that's beside the point.

Still Mika and Tohma deserved a scare for driving his nerves up the wall like that. He was an author for heaven's sake. Distractions like that were deadly to his inspiration. A plan formed in his head and a lazy grin crossed his lips.

He took the exit for the hospital and in less then two minutes he was striding towards the corridor where the nurse at the information desk told him where a certain Shindo Shuichi was stationed.

Rounding a corner he spotted Tohma sitting on a chair who promptly stood up as he spotted him. Mika wasn't in sight. That coward.

"Seguchi! What the hell is going on here? Where is that bloody sister of mine?"

Yuki towered over the smaller blonde who currently looked absolutely stupefied by the sight of livid Yuki. The head sister flashed them a nasty warning look meaning probably something like 'You better behave or I throw you out myself.' But Yuki ignored her and she stomped off in a huff.

He grinned inwardly seeing his brother-in-law swallowing hard. The blonde never thought acting would bring so much fun. He just had to make this quick since he really wanted to see Shu now since he was so close.

"What did you swallow your tongue again? First you can't tell me what happened, making a big fuss about everything, making me think he's lying on his death bed and then it's a "little" accident?" He almost shouted currently forgetting he was only acting but actually that was what he had thought first thing after he got into his car. It had taken him a while to calm down. Loosing Shu was something he didn't want to think about and there did they go and drove him nuts.

Not to mention his brain what happily supplied him with an amount of vivid pictures of what could have happened to poor Shu-chan. Yuki sighed and told his brain to shut up. Acting indeed was more difficult than he had thought at least when you didn't know how to control yourself. He raked his hand through his already messy blond hair while Tohma approached him.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." He touched his old friends arm. "We just didn't know how to explain "this"." Yuki looked up confusion written over his face.

Tohma sighed shoulders dropping. "Maybe you should simply go and see for yourself. I have no words how to explain this." With that he turned and left probably in search of his wife.

Yuki starred after him not being able to get rid of the sinking feeling in his stomach. He wandered down the corridor glancing at the signs beside the white doors looking for the familiar name. When he finally found it at the far end of the corridor he knocked softly before stepping in.

White walls, white curtains, a metal bed with white drappings. There was a reason why he didn't like hospitals but his eyes were instantly fixed on the pink mop of hair peeking out between the fluffy pillow and the cover. He crept closer and settled himself in a chair beside the bed.

Shuichi was sleeping and Tohma was right he didn't look bad. Maybe a bit pale but no bruises or bandages or what he usually required when he had a visit in the hospital. Yuki never had thought before he had met Shuichi that being a singer could be that dangerous. But he had seen Shu performing on stage and knew were some of his accidents accured. He always had to give everything on stage. Yuki didn't mind. He was proud of Shuichi.

As on cue Shuichi stirred in his bed and slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a bit sleepily before letting out a drowsy smile as he caught sight of the person beside his bed side.

Yuki couldn't help himself smiling back.

"Hi. Nice to see you but –ehm- mind telling me who you are?" Shuichi grinned up at him from his pillow.

Yuki's smile froze. That had caught him offguard. 

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Now, I hope I didn't mess up too badly. I'm in such a hurry since I have to pick my kiddies in about 20 minutes. But I had the utmost fun writing it. I love Yuki like this and I don't even feel sorry if he's OOC since you never really know what he thinks in the anime anyway. Hope you had a good read. Bisous, Karen.

p.s. Can someone tell me what's the difference between a highway and a freeway? Never got around to ask that that while I've been in the US. Oh yeah, and for the km/h. Miles are about half of it. That was something I found annoying in the US. You had awesome highways but a very annoyingly low speed limit.