They arrived home late that night. The apartment was dark, and
cryptic. Eiri entered the dark house, Shuichi close behind him.
A hand reached out covering the young boys mouth as the lights flashed on, filling the living room with harsh electric, yellow lights.
Eiri jumped, as the lights flicked on, knowing he had not turned them on himself. He turned to see Hiro holding Shuichi, a knife held to the pink haired boys throat. "Hiro, what the hell do you think you are doing!?" he yelled taking a step forward.
"Stay back, don't you dare move, or I'll cut his throat where he stands! Shuichi is mine. Always was, if you think I am going to let you destroy a lifetime of unspoken promises you've got another thing coming! I LOVE HIM!"
Eiri stared for a second, unable to believe what he had just heard. 'Hiro, love Shuichi.... well that explains a lot.' "Let him go, Hiro..." he trailed off as gunshots rang threw his ears, and locks of red hair flashed across his eyes. "It was you. You were the one that day in the crowd, you shot me."
"Hiro smirked at Eiri's stunned expression. ' This is perfect. I couldn't have planned it better myself.' "Over to the couch Mr. Author. If I can't have Shuichi, no one can!"
"You've been hanging around with Tohma, way to much." Eiri scoffed, his face becoming stern, and grim. A semi- cruel laugh slipped from his lips. ' This better work,'
Shuichi flinched at the sound of that harsh laugh. ' No, not again. Not Yuki again. Give me Eiri back. Give him back. Yuki was great, but Eiri was the truth behind all of his masks.' Shuichi thought hopelessly.
"You seem to have forgotten something, Hiro. I have killed and I would have no qualms over doing it again, if it meant saving the life of the one thing in this world that really meant anything to me." A malicious smile spread across his face. Hiro took a step back, in surprise. He knew that look. It was the same look Yuki gave, Taki Aizawa every time he showed his face. "Now Hiroshi, would you like to hand over my lover."
Hiro released Shuichi. The Blond opened his arms to his small love, welcoming him into his protective embrace.
A click sounded through the apartment, the two turned coming face to face with the black barrel of a handgun.
Eiri reached out, shoving Shuichi aside. He faced the gun with a stony face. His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and icy. "Come on Hiroshi, if you me dead, then shoot. Face the hatred your best friend would have for you, for killing me. Feel the coldness that engulfs your soul, after you pull the trigger, releasing that fatal bullet."
Hiro cocked the gun, slowly. His hands shook, as his finger pressed the trigger. The bang echoed off the walls, and seemed to fill every particle of the house. The bullet zoomed threw the air. Eiri closed his eyes awaiting the pain, as the bullet buried itself deep within his flesh, but the pain never came.
A soft thud, a gasp of pain. Eiri lowered his eyes to see Shuichi lying on the rug, blood gushing from the hole in his shoulder. He knelt beside his fallen lover.
Hiro stood in shock near the door. ' What have I done. I loved him. I do love him. My gods what have done.' He felt two sets of hands grab hold of him. He looked up at Tohma and a very stern looking Ryuichi.
Tohma looked at Hiro, his expression as unreadable as Eiri's had been a few moments ago. "I had a feeling you were up to something. After all you did steal K's gun.
"Did I hear my name? I cops are their way, along with an ambulance." He reached out, taking the gun from Hiro and sliding it into his holster. "Oh, and by the way, if you put one scratch my gun you will be dead before you ever hit trial!" K smiled grabbing Hiro and dragging him out of the room.
Eiri however, heard nothing of the commotion going on around him. Shuichi lay in his arms, blood flowed everywhere. "You saved my life Shuichi. Ai- shiteru, Shuichi.
Sirens screamed. Ten minutes later, the group once again, found themselves deep within the depths of dark hospital rooms.
Eiri paced, from one end of the waiting room to the other. Wandering desperately, what had become of his fallen lover?
(Hey guys I just wanted to say thanks for all your great reviews. Please don't kill me for this chapter I will but date soon. Love you much, FireMageSky)
A hand reached out covering the young boys mouth as the lights flashed on, filling the living room with harsh electric, yellow lights.
Eiri jumped, as the lights flicked on, knowing he had not turned them on himself. He turned to see Hiro holding Shuichi, a knife held to the pink haired boys throat. "Hiro, what the hell do you think you are doing!?" he yelled taking a step forward.
"Stay back, don't you dare move, or I'll cut his throat where he stands! Shuichi is mine. Always was, if you think I am going to let you destroy a lifetime of unspoken promises you've got another thing coming! I LOVE HIM!"
Eiri stared for a second, unable to believe what he had just heard. 'Hiro, love Shuichi.... well that explains a lot.' "Let him go, Hiro..." he trailed off as gunshots rang threw his ears, and locks of red hair flashed across his eyes. "It was you. You were the one that day in the crowd, you shot me."
"Hiro smirked at Eiri's stunned expression. ' This is perfect. I couldn't have planned it better myself.' "Over to the couch Mr. Author. If I can't have Shuichi, no one can!"
"You've been hanging around with Tohma, way to much." Eiri scoffed, his face becoming stern, and grim. A semi- cruel laugh slipped from his lips. ' This better work,'
Shuichi flinched at the sound of that harsh laugh. ' No, not again. Not Yuki again. Give me Eiri back. Give him back. Yuki was great, but Eiri was the truth behind all of his masks.' Shuichi thought hopelessly.
"You seem to have forgotten something, Hiro. I have killed and I would have no qualms over doing it again, if it meant saving the life of the one thing in this world that really meant anything to me." A malicious smile spread across his face. Hiro took a step back, in surprise. He knew that look. It was the same look Yuki gave, Taki Aizawa every time he showed his face. "Now Hiroshi, would you like to hand over my lover."
Hiro released Shuichi. The Blond opened his arms to his small love, welcoming him into his protective embrace.
A click sounded through the apartment, the two turned coming face to face with the black barrel of a handgun.
Eiri reached out, shoving Shuichi aside. He faced the gun with a stony face. His expression was unreadable, his eyes cold and icy. "Come on Hiroshi, if you me dead, then shoot. Face the hatred your best friend would have for you, for killing me. Feel the coldness that engulfs your soul, after you pull the trigger, releasing that fatal bullet."
Hiro cocked the gun, slowly. His hands shook, as his finger pressed the trigger. The bang echoed off the walls, and seemed to fill every particle of the house. The bullet zoomed threw the air. Eiri closed his eyes awaiting the pain, as the bullet buried itself deep within his flesh, but the pain never came.
A soft thud, a gasp of pain. Eiri lowered his eyes to see Shuichi lying on the rug, blood gushing from the hole in his shoulder. He knelt beside his fallen lover.
Hiro stood in shock near the door. ' What have I done. I loved him. I do love him. My gods what have done.' He felt two sets of hands grab hold of him. He looked up at Tohma and a very stern looking Ryuichi.
Tohma looked at Hiro, his expression as unreadable as Eiri's had been a few moments ago. "I had a feeling you were up to something. After all you did steal K's gun.
"Did I hear my name? I cops are their way, along with an ambulance." He reached out, taking the gun from Hiro and sliding it into his holster. "Oh, and by the way, if you put one scratch my gun you will be dead before you ever hit trial!" K smiled grabbing Hiro and dragging him out of the room.
Eiri however, heard nothing of the commotion going on around him. Shuichi lay in his arms, blood flowed everywhere. "You saved my life Shuichi. Ai- shiteru, Shuichi.
Sirens screamed. Ten minutes later, the group once again, found themselves deep within the depths of dark hospital rooms.
Eiri paced, from one end of the waiting room to the other. Wandering desperately, what had become of his fallen lover?
(Hey guys I just wanted to say thanks for all your great reviews. Please don't kill me for this chapter I will but date soon. Love you much, FireMageSky)