Need more ideas . gotta think. Well, have fun and guess what'll happen next. - There'll be one big description at the last chapter, containing how this came to be. for now, have pity on shuichi.
"Shu hasn't been coming for the past recitals. Do you know what's wrong?" Hiro looks puzzling at Tohma, wondering if he's got an answer. "I know, you may not know... but do you have anything?"
"Shu may not even come back.." replies Tohma.
"Nani? What do you mean? Did something happen to his family? Is he hurt?" Hiro bursts out of his chair, as if someone stabbed him with a pin. "I'm going to have a chat with him."
Tohma sadly looks at Bad Luck's ratings. "Don't try. At least not now. If he didn't come here for the past few days, I doubt anything will change his mind. Even though there's a concert coming up, he might not even show and we'll have to cancel it."
Hiro winces at the thought. Nothing can bring Shuichi back? What could've been so horrible that it'd make him never to come back? "Tell me, since you're so certain. Why won't he come back? Does he not likes us?"
Tohma shakes his head. He sighs and places his hands behind his head. "To put it in the shortest terms, it's Yuki's fault. I don't know why Yuki is like this right now, but it's making Shuichi suffer." Tohma watches as Hiro is engulfed in a rage of anger.
"I'm going to beat Yuki to a pulp and make him apologize to Shuichi. He can't do that to my best friend. I'm going to raid his house, burn his books, get K's gun and stuff and threaten Yuki. He must pay for what he did to Shu!" Hiro bounces around and raises his fists, showing Tohma what he'll do to Yuki when he sees him.
"You really think that will help? This is the problem. Yuki has lost interest in Shuichi and wants him to desert him. If you hurt Yuki, you'll be hurting Shuichi. I don't think that's what you want to do"
Hiro lowers his hands and looks at the floor, unable to think what he can do. "Well, I guess I can just talk to Shuichi and try to get him to feel better. I don't know how much it'll help, but if it helps, it's worth it." He walks out and heads for Shuichi's house. His emotions are all tangled up, not knowing what he can do and what the future has in store for them.
"I sure hope you can help him... I tried my best already," sighs Tohma. He looks out the window, to see dark clouds gathering up on this lively spring day. "Those clouds won't bring us the happy droplets we saw every day years ago. This time, it'll bring sorrow and devastating outcomes."
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The rain pounding on the windows only make his depression worst. The lightning flashes brightly about the sky. The many pieces of metal on the table reflect the light from the skies. He walks over and shakes a bottle, listening to the rattle of the things inside. He looks at the wavy reflection on his bed from the water on his window. He closes his eyes and thinks about his life. "Do I really want to do this? Of course I do. Even though he doesn't care, I care. I'll do this to make him see me. I'll make him remember. He hurt me, just pushing me away. I'll make him hurt whenever I have the chance. Time to torture him back."
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He has just finished taking a shower, wearing his silky PJs and pink slippers, and is just about to go sleep. The phone rings and the novelist walk over to the phone. He picks it up and listens. After a few seconds, he speaks, "If there's no one on the other side, then I'm going to hang up." Just before he hangs up, he hears a loud crash coming from the phone. He hears someone's voice on the phone, breathing heavily and speaking in short bursts. "...myself... if you don't... come back. I can't even smile... a real one anymore... or even think correctly... I've already started... I've taken these... pills... whatever they were... I just wanted... you... to know..." A loud crash of thunder cuts off the phone line.
"Dead!" Yuki throws it on the floor. The words that Shuichi said begin to seep into his mind. He's so frightened, that his heart races while skipping beats. A great deal of pain shoots through his body, "AHHHHH!" He grabs himself, falling on the floor, unable to control his movements. His dark eyes grow blank at the thought of his love one dying. His body trembles on the cold floor. He pictures Shuichi clenching himself and coughing up blood. He sees his energy being drained away, leaving his pale body in a pool of his own blood. Yuki touches his face feeling the coldness of his sweat. The thunder continues to roar as his heart beats in his mind. He gets up and stares at the window. He sees himself crying with the falling rain, having his arms tightly around his body and hands around his neck. "How could I've done this to him," cries Yuki. He chokes and stands quivering. He falls on his bed and smothers his face with his pillow.
He remembers the note he didn't finish reading. Through the dimly lit room, he searches for it, scrambling around in his drawers. He grabs a piece of paper and stares at it. It was too dark to see it, but a flash of lightening emits just enough light to see it. It is a picture that he and Shuichi took when they went on their first "date". He could remember exactly what they said, while embracing one another. "Nothing will ever tears us apart. I promise." He drops the picture on the floor as their conversations flood his mind. "Why did I do this.. why..." He grabs opens his patio door and dashes into the stormy night. "Coldness, just like what I feel in my heart. I can't leave that little brat to do something stupid to himself." He flees into the darkness, wearing his PJs, feeling every drop of water on his skin. The wind blows hard against his face, trying to stop him from telling Shuichi of his feelings. Within the depths of all of his guilt, only one thought runs through his mind. "I'm so sorry Shuichi. I need to apologize to him." He stops inside a park. "Geh. Everywhere looks the same." The rain is pouring down harder and colder. The guilt of him killing the one he cared most tears away at his heart. He drops to the floor, out of breath. His eyes burn from crying uncontrollably. Only sounds he can hear through the rumbling of the storm is Shuichi's voice, "We're going to have a future together. I can feel it." How can they have a future if he dies? His body collapses at this thought, bringing face to meet the frozen concrete. The coldness creep inside his body, immobilizing him. Still, his soul somehow manages to gather enough energy to allow him crawl out of the park. When he looks up, he realizes he's in front of Shuichi's house. His will has brought him here. He needs to regain the love that he has mistakenly destroyed.
He gets up and looks through the windows, trying to find which one Shuichi wass in. When he spots a table with a couple of knives and medication capsules covered with blood, he knew it was his room. The room was too dark to see if he was inside, but he refused to go home empty handed. He rapped on the window, not too loud since he doesn't want to wake anyone else up. He hears feet shuffling and the blinds being moved aside. Their eyes meet, one tear stained face soaked in rain and one pale shaken face with red marks on his cheeks. The pain beats within his body, knocking him to the ground. But even in his unconscious state, he could faintly hear the sniffling of his lover's cries, "I thought I lost all hope..."
AN: What Yuki doesn't know, is that Shuichi has totally changed his views and his feelings. Nothing in the world could change what Yuki has done to him. Even through their love and their promises, Shuichi can't forget, consciously or unconsciously, and that will fatefully determine their care for one another.
Also, can you believe it? I wrote most of the ending part in the bathroom . Sorry for those two long paragraphs. Should I make it all past/present?