Prying Eyes
Chapter 01
By Nekozuki
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So stop myself from being lazy and forgetting to type up the next chapter until reeeeal late, I did it now and will likely upload it soon! ^^ Enjoy! It gets a little more exciting now. Which is why I made the prologue, so it doesn't just jump into the story! YAY!! Enjoy!
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"GO TO WORK!!" Shuichi squeaked as the voice, coupled with two rough hands, shoved him towards the door and quite solidly out it.
"Itae! Yuki! Hidoi!" He howled, banging both hands on the door.
His watch glinted from the sun and he paused, looking closely. Crap!
"Wah! I'm going to be late!" he howled, whirling and making a mad dash for the elevator. When it didn't open immediately after he pressed the button, Shuichi jumped in space twice and rolled his eyes, turning to spring to the doorway leading to the stairs. He was too far away to hear the slight snicker coming from just inside the door to his apartment as the sound of his footsteps faded away.
"Gotta run. Gotta run. Gotta run. Gonna be late. K's gonna kill me!" Shuichi wailed, startling those around him. He didn't pause though, barreling forward like a boar.
It would be the third time this week that Shuichi would be tardy, and it was only Wednesday! He could already hear the clicking of K's gun and shivered. Very very bad. With new resolution, he surged forward.
And slammed into a solid body. Staggering, Shuichi slammed into he ground, half his hip landing on his bag, the other onto concrete.
"Ack!" he whimpered.
"No kidding." A deep voice replied.
Surprised, Shuichi looked up. He had known, in the back of his mind at least, that he had crashed into someone, but it hadn't really sunk in.
"Ah! Sumimasen!" Shuichi scrambled to his knees, peering with concern into the other mans face.
Black eyes looked right back at him, corners crinkling in gently merriment. A pleasantly tanned face surrounded them with a wild mop of brown hair flopping gently in the wind.
"It's alright." The man said as Shuichi tugged frantically, trying to help him to his feet. The brunette barely budged, Shuichi noticed with a sweat drop, though the man was only an inch or so taller than Yuki and it wasn't too tough for Shuichi to move his lover when he wished to. Shuichi surmised either Yuki unobtrusively helped him, or this man was a lot heavier than he look and Shuichi a lot weaker. Morosely, the young singer felt up his bicep searching for some muscle. Though he wished to deny it, he suspected the later.
"Um, what are you doing?"
Jumping, Shuichi looked up to find the man giving him an odd look of consideration.
"Ah! Nothing, nothing! He..hehe." Biting his lip momentarily, Shuichi finally shrugged slightly and stuck out his hand.
"I'm Shuichi Shindou!"
"Hello Shindou-san, I'm Miki Desmondo."
"Ah, just call me Shuichi!"
"Hai Shuichi-san, I-"
"No! no, no san, too informal." Shuichi snickered. "Shuichi suits me just fine."
"Well than Miki suits me just fine as well."
Shuichi was about to respond, when the face of K, wearing a very frightening scowl appeared in his mind.
"Must shoot." came a very wispy voice.
"Geh!" The young singer looked down at his watch, grimacing when he realized he was already 3 minutes late and it would take at least another eight minutes at full speed for him to get there.
"I have to-"
"Oh, Shuichi?" Miki asked, eyes suddenly peeling open to attempt to look very doe-like, though in reality it just gave the singer the willies.
"These books you made me drop, could you help me bring them to my car?"
Looking down, Shuichi saw for the first time at least a dozen thick hard brown books scattered on the ground, a couple with the covers knocked open, pages blowing in the wind.
"Ah.hai." Smiling sweetly, thought of being late slipping gracefully from his mind. He bent down and piled a stack on his arms, staggering slightly under the weight as he just barely peaked over the top.
Straining on his tiptoes, Shuichi precariously balanced the books in the back of a large moving van. He rubbed his now dirty hands on his shorts and turned around to say goodbye to Miki, still grinning. It faded slightly when he saw Miki advancing towards him, something streaking towards his face. Moving with instincts born from being constantly reprimanded on his head, he ducked to the side.
It grazed his forehead, causing him to cry out in pain as blood broke free. A shudder coursed through Shuichi's body as his already bruised body smashed up against the wall, jagged edges ripping small cuts in Shuichi's arm. Blood welled from that as well, and began to fall in staggering lines to the floor.
"Wha-?" The dazed singer looked up slowly. Cold crept through his body as he took in the sight of Miki stalking towards him, hand help high baring a pipe. The savage look on his face cased Shuichi's heart to shudder frantically.
Ignoring the pain in his body, Shuichi scrambled to his feet, making a mad dash for the entrance of the alleyway. There was a swish behind him and Shuichi cringed. However, it didn't turn out to be the pipe as he thought, instead a heavy weight covered his back. For a second he just fell, stomach clenching just seconds before he smashed into the ground, skin tearing off his elbows as he slide. His head banged violently on the ground and for a few seconds he couldn't connect his body to what was happening. Than, as a hand roughly covered his mouth, reality came back in a mad rush.
Adrenaline surged through his body and he struggled fitfully, trying to squirm away. Pure helplessness rushed his body as almost nothing made a difference, the heavy weight barely shifting on his back and the oxygen coming to his lungs continued to lessen. Black dots danced across his eyes and slowly his struggles lost their strength.
Blackness slowly closed in on his, and his mind started to shut down. It's too hard, too much energy to continue fighting. His eyes suddenly widened as if hearing those thoughts. "No! I don't want to die!" he screamed frantically in his head.
In a last ditch effort, one small wavering hand reached down, scrambling desperately. Finally finding what it was searching for, Shuichi closed his eyes, prayed, and squeezed as hard as possible. The body above his tenses, crying out in pain, and most importantly, released Shuichi.
Acting as quickly as possible, he scrambled away, willing energy into his weakened limbs. With one last glance at the man curled on the floor, crying pitifully as he clutched his privates, Shuichi pulled out all his reserved strength and ran for his life.
He didn't pause as he burst out of the alleyway. He didn't pause as he smashed into a middle age man, instead just blindly staggering to his feet and moving forward again. All he cared about was getting home, getting to Yuki.
"Yuki Home Yuki Home." He repeated over and over again. He refused to think any deeper, knowing that would likely cause a panic. So he just thought about what he wanted. Yuki.
There was an agonizing burn in his lungs as he bound up the steps, not wanting to stop for the elevator. He flung himself bodily against their apartment door and staggered back at the impact. He leaned forward again to weakly pound at the door.
"What the fuck!" came the swearing form within, and with renewed vigor Shuichi hit harder.
"Yuki." He whimpered
"Shuichi?" came the question as the door opened, and the younger boy literally fell into the writer's arms.
"Shuichi?" Yuki repeated, sounding unwillingly concerned. "What's wrong?"
The young singer only hummed in response. He was much to relieved to want to actually respond. It didn't want to ruin the joy of this moment with the horror of what had just happened. Pressing close, he buried his face in Yuki's chest.
Yuki allowed this for a while, before the concern gnawing uncomfortably away at his stomach overtook him.
"What the hells wrong?" Yuki pushed the smaller boy away, before pausing in surpri8se when he saw the mess that Shuichi's face was in. As well as the cuts on his arm.
"Shuichi! What happened? How'd you get hurt like that."
Shuichi stared up at his lover for a long moment, lower lip trembling as if he was ready to break into tears. However, what distressed Yuki was that he didn't, glassy eyes simply staying fixated on Yuki's face. It looked at though Shuichi had gone into shock.
Though he desperately wanted to get that look off his small lovers face, and find out what happened, Yuki knew there wouldn't be any sort of progress until Shuichi calmed down, so he did the only thing he could think of. He sat down, than reached out and pulled his little lover into his lap, cuddling him close. Shuichi immediately pressed himself as close to Yuki as possible, breathing in his familiar scent.
Glancing at the clock, Yuki knew he would be receiving an irate call from Shuichi work anytime soon. Hopefully they would be able to shed some light on the young singers state.
TBC
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Hehe, second part finished. Aww, my poor kitty has a cold, keeps snuffling and sneezing =^.^= Well, I hope you enjoyed my second chapter. I know my attack scene sucked, I'm sorry! It's really hard to write that and actually convey the feelings of terror you know Shuichi was feeling. (My lord, I sound like I'm talking about a real person. need to get out more. now!) anyways, I'll try not to wait like three years to write the next chapter! Thanks for reading!
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So stop myself from being lazy and forgetting to type up the next chapter until reeeeal late, I did it now and will likely upload it soon! ^^ Enjoy! It gets a little more exciting now. Which is why I made the prologue, so it doesn't just jump into the story! YAY!! Enjoy!
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"GO TO WORK!!" Shuichi squeaked as the voice, coupled with two rough hands, shoved him towards the door and quite solidly out it.
"Itae! Yuki! Hidoi!" He howled, banging both hands on the door.
His watch glinted from the sun and he paused, looking closely. Crap!
"Wah! I'm going to be late!" he howled, whirling and making a mad dash for the elevator. When it didn't open immediately after he pressed the button, Shuichi jumped in space twice and rolled his eyes, turning to spring to the doorway leading to the stairs. He was too far away to hear the slight snicker coming from just inside the door to his apartment as the sound of his footsteps faded away.
"Gotta run. Gotta run. Gotta run. Gonna be late. K's gonna kill me!" Shuichi wailed, startling those around him. He didn't pause though, barreling forward like a boar.
It would be the third time this week that Shuichi would be tardy, and it was only Wednesday! He could already hear the clicking of K's gun and shivered. Very very bad. With new resolution, he surged forward.
And slammed into a solid body. Staggering, Shuichi slammed into he ground, half his hip landing on his bag, the other onto concrete.
"Ack!" he whimpered.
"No kidding." A deep voice replied.
Surprised, Shuichi looked up. He had known, in the back of his mind at least, that he had crashed into someone, but it hadn't really sunk in.
"Ah! Sumimasen!" Shuichi scrambled to his knees, peering with concern into the other mans face.
Black eyes looked right back at him, corners crinkling in gently merriment. A pleasantly tanned face surrounded them with a wild mop of brown hair flopping gently in the wind.
"It's alright." The man said as Shuichi tugged frantically, trying to help him to his feet. The brunette barely budged, Shuichi noticed with a sweat drop, though the man was only an inch or so taller than Yuki and it wasn't too tough for Shuichi to move his lover when he wished to. Shuichi surmised either Yuki unobtrusively helped him, or this man was a lot heavier than he look and Shuichi a lot weaker. Morosely, the young singer felt up his bicep searching for some muscle. Though he wished to deny it, he suspected the later.
"Um, what are you doing?"
Jumping, Shuichi looked up to find the man giving him an odd look of consideration.
"Ah! Nothing, nothing! He..hehe." Biting his lip momentarily, Shuichi finally shrugged slightly and stuck out his hand.
"I'm Shuichi Shindou!"
"Hello Shindou-san, I'm Miki Desmondo."
"Ah, just call me Shuichi!"
"Hai Shuichi-san, I-"
"No! no, no san, too informal." Shuichi snickered. "Shuichi suits me just fine."
"Well than Miki suits me just fine as well."
Shuichi was about to respond, when the face of K, wearing a very frightening scowl appeared in his mind.
"Must shoot." came a very wispy voice.
"Geh!" The young singer looked down at his watch, grimacing when he realized he was already 3 minutes late and it would take at least another eight minutes at full speed for him to get there.
"I have to-"
"Oh, Shuichi?" Miki asked, eyes suddenly peeling open to attempt to look very doe-like, though in reality it just gave the singer the willies.
"These books you made me drop, could you help me bring them to my car?"
Looking down, Shuichi saw for the first time at least a dozen thick hard brown books scattered on the ground, a couple with the covers knocked open, pages blowing in the wind.
"Ah.hai." Smiling sweetly, thought of being late slipping gracefully from his mind. He bent down and piled a stack on his arms, staggering slightly under the weight as he just barely peaked over the top.
Straining on his tiptoes, Shuichi precariously balanced the books in the back of a large moving van. He rubbed his now dirty hands on his shorts and turned around to say goodbye to Miki, still grinning. It faded slightly when he saw Miki advancing towards him, something streaking towards his face. Moving with instincts born from being constantly reprimanded on his head, he ducked to the side.
It grazed his forehead, causing him to cry out in pain as blood broke free. A shudder coursed through Shuichi's body as his already bruised body smashed up against the wall, jagged edges ripping small cuts in Shuichi's arm. Blood welled from that as well, and began to fall in staggering lines to the floor.
"Wha-?" The dazed singer looked up slowly. Cold crept through his body as he took in the sight of Miki stalking towards him, hand help high baring a pipe. The savage look on his face cased Shuichi's heart to shudder frantically.
Ignoring the pain in his body, Shuichi scrambled to his feet, making a mad dash for the entrance of the alleyway. There was a swish behind him and Shuichi cringed. However, it didn't turn out to be the pipe as he thought, instead a heavy weight covered his back. For a second he just fell, stomach clenching just seconds before he smashed into the ground, skin tearing off his elbows as he slide. His head banged violently on the ground and for a few seconds he couldn't connect his body to what was happening. Than, as a hand roughly covered his mouth, reality came back in a mad rush.
Adrenaline surged through his body and he struggled fitfully, trying to squirm away. Pure helplessness rushed his body as almost nothing made a difference, the heavy weight barely shifting on his back and the oxygen coming to his lungs continued to lessen. Black dots danced across his eyes and slowly his struggles lost their strength.
Blackness slowly closed in on his, and his mind started to shut down. It's too hard, too much energy to continue fighting. His eyes suddenly widened as if hearing those thoughts. "No! I don't want to die!" he screamed frantically in his head.
In a last ditch effort, one small wavering hand reached down, scrambling desperately. Finally finding what it was searching for, Shuichi closed his eyes, prayed, and squeezed as hard as possible. The body above his tenses, crying out in pain, and most importantly, released Shuichi.
Acting as quickly as possible, he scrambled away, willing energy into his weakened limbs. With one last glance at the man curled on the floor, crying pitifully as he clutched his privates, Shuichi pulled out all his reserved strength and ran for his life.
He didn't pause as he burst out of the alleyway. He didn't pause as he smashed into a middle age man, instead just blindly staggering to his feet and moving forward again. All he cared about was getting home, getting to Yuki.
"Yuki Home Yuki Home." He repeated over and over again. He refused to think any deeper, knowing that would likely cause a panic. So he just thought about what he wanted. Yuki.
There was an agonizing burn in his lungs as he bound up the steps, not wanting to stop for the elevator. He flung himself bodily against their apartment door and staggered back at the impact. He leaned forward again to weakly pound at the door.
"What the fuck!" came the swearing form within, and with renewed vigor Shuichi hit harder.
"Yuki." He whimpered
"Shuichi?" came the question as the door opened, and the younger boy literally fell into the writer's arms.
"Shuichi?" Yuki repeated, sounding unwillingly concerned. "What's wrong?"
The young singer only hummed in response. He was much to relieved to want to actually respond. It didn't want to ruin the joy of this moment with the horror of what had just happened. Pressing close, he buried his face in Yuki's chest.
Yuki allowed this for a while, before the concern gnawing uncomfortably away at his stomach overtook him.
"What the hells wrong?" Yuki pushed the smaller boy away, before pausing in surpri8se when he saw the mess that Shuichi's face was in. As well as the cuts on his arm.
"Shuichi! What happened? How'd you get hurt like that."
Shuichi stared up at his lover for a long moment, lower lip trembling as if he was ready to break into tears. However, what distressed Yuki was that he didn't, glassy eyes simply staying fixated on Yuki's face. It looked at though Shuichi had gone into shock.
Though he desperately wanted to get that look off his small lovers face, and find out what happened, Yuki knew there wouldn't be any sort of progress until Shuichi calmed down, so he did the only thing he could think of. He sat down, than reached out and pulled his little lover into his lap, cuddling him close. Shuichi immediately pressed himself as close to Yuki as possible, breathing in his familiar scent.
Glancing at the clock, Yuki knew he would be receiving an irate call from Shuichi work anytime soon. Hopefully they would be able to shed some light on the young singers state.
TBC
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Hehe, second part finished. Aww, my poor kitty has a cold, keeps snuffling and sneezing =^.^= Well, I hope you enjoyed my second chapter. I know my attack scene sucked, I'm sorry! It's really hard to write that and actually convey the feelings of terror you know Shuichi was feeling. (My lord, I sound like I'm talking about a real person. need to get out more. now!) anyways, I'll try not to wait like three years to write the next chapter! Thanks for reading!