Prying Eyes 02
By Nekozuki
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Wow, two chapters for two different fics today. I might even write a short later. Just have to decide what fandom for ^^"".
Sorry for the delay, though I don't have nearly as many reviews for this one as my other one ^^"". Guess this one isn't as good. How sad . Anyways, enjoy!
Ah, Shuichi might be a little OOC, but give him a break.
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Yuki scowled. A massive, ice cold, eyebrow twitching, vein popping scowl. And what was most distressing was that there was no one to quiver in his or her shoes at it.
Eyebrow slowly fluctuating back into place, Yuki looked down at the snuffled boy lay propped up against his chest. While no longer was the boy crying, the evidence of the tear tracks remained behind. Right back into his bad mood, Yuki snarled to himself. How dare Shuichi show up at the door bruised and bleeding, and than have the audacity to fall asleep before explaining what the hell was going on! And to make matters worse, his cigarettes were just out of reach. He was only able to brush his fingertips against them if he stretched.almost there if he just twitched them a little to the left. FUCK! Now they were on the ground!
Yuki growled, but didn't make any move to retrieve them, lest Shuichi woke up.
Looking down, Yuki scowled even darker as he saw all the bruises that decorated Shuichi's face and visible body. There was one on his right cheekbone, his chin, all around the neck, his hands.
I WANT MY CIGARETTE'S! Yuki grunted internally.
Breathing deeply, Yuki closed his eyes and reoriented himself. There was no way he was going to be out of control when K and whoever accompanied his showed up. And he knew they were arriving soon, because after 6 phone calls he had yanked out the phone jack (would have to get that repaired) and turned off his cell phone (didn't know where Shuichi's was) before they could get to it.
Hearing a clamber outside his apartment door, Yuki braced himself slightly, fixing a death stare for the intruders.
BANG!
In burst K, being lead by his gun and followed by Hiro, Suguru and Ryuichi (the older singer had seen them trooping off and decided to follow)
"Wha-!" K started, before being cut off by Yuki's hiss. Now, there was no way that K was even the slightest intimidated by Yuki, it just wasn't in his genes. He had shot at the writer after all! However, he was a wise man and knew that Yuki was probably one of the smartest people around here (Tohma the only one ahead) and it was best to listen to Yuki when the situation called for it. And since he was in their apartment, and didn't know what was going on, K figured the situation might. He could at least wait and see.
Ryuichi was another matter entirely. "Shuichi-chan! Me and Kumoguro (Spelling?) have come to visit!"
Yuki winced.
Twitching slightly, Shuichi breathed deeply, immediately soothed by Yuki's scent, and slowly turned to face the loud visitors.visitor. There was a brief, but intensely awkward silence as the groups took in Shuichi's bruised face and dazed eyes.
"What the heck happened to you?" Hiro yelled, protective forces rising up to full power.
"Hiro?" Shuichi coughed out, surprised. "Wha..?"
Mental rewind. Now, when Shuichi had fallen asleep. or perhaps more technically passed out, on Yuki's shoulder it had been a lot quieter. Granted, his memory felt like it had a heavy fog covering it, but he was next too positive that Yuki had been the only other person there.
"The bruised! Where did they come from?" Hiro gave Yuki a slightly evil look, promising retribution if the writer was in any way involved.
Yuki snorted. He had no freaking clue and Hiro better stop looking at him.
"Oh." Shuichi delicately touched his face, ghosting his fingertips over the molted skin. "That."
"Yes that, who did that!?" Hiro leaned closer.
"I.. I was attacked."
A silent 'No Duh.' Resounded through the room.
"It was him wasn't it." A serious voice spoke up. Ryuichi.
Blink blink. "Anou."
However, it seemed to effect Shuichi, who immediately ducked his head down to avoid everyone eyes.
"Wasn't it." Ryuichi persisted.
"I think so." Shuichi piped up slowly. "It seemed to be planned."
"This is much more severe."
"Un."
"Time to tell."
"I guess."
"What the FUCK are you two talking about!?" Yuki finally burst, digging his fingers just a bit into Shuichi's arms, though not where he had bruises.
"Oh." Shuichi blinked in vague surprise. He has almost forgotten that the others were still there.
"Whose 'him'." Hiro asked.
Shuichi looked at Ryuichi, who nodded in encouragement. With a deep sigh, the pink-haired boy began to tell them the story of the strange and offensive packages he'd been receiving. As it was told, Hiro's jaw dropped, Yuki's grip tightened and K began to finger his gun, loving the fact that he would finally have a chance to put his precious handful of metal to use. (ahh drool) {whether that's him drooling, or me at the image is your choice. and no, it's not a subliminal perverted analogy.}
"Why didn't you tell us?" Hiro cried.
Shuichi grimaced sheepishly, than cast a telling glance at K, eyes straying towards the caressed gun.
"I didn't want. incase it wasn't dangerous. ah."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the others understood. Incase the stalker was really just a fan going unintentionally out of bounds he hadn't wanted to sick K on the fan.
"Alright." K stood. "you're excused for today from work." He stated magnanimously.
Sweat drops all around.
"however, tomorrow we're talking more about this and discussing what measures will be taken. Now, get some sleep and bandage those wounds, your bleeding all over Yuki-san." With a jaunty wave, k grabbed the giggling (again) Ryuichi and exited the door.
"Bye Shu-chan!" Kumoguro waved.
Shuichi smiled wanly, waving back. Than jumped slightly as Hiro leaned close.
"Baka, take care of yourself. I'm picking you up tomorrow." The red(ish brown) haired youth whispered, giving a little tug on one pink lock.
Shuichi nodded obediently, but the slightly vacant look didn't leave his face. With one last concerned glance, Hiro turned and followed his peers out the door.
Yuki didn't say anything, just pulled the pliant Shuichi closer. He wanted to say something, but he, unlike everyone else, could feel the small boy trembling gently during the entire conversation, no matter how he smiled.
"Come on." Yuki sighed finally, tugging Shuichi up. "We need to get those cuts patched up."
Shuichi got up to follow his lover, hand clutching tightly. It hurt every step that he took, but he refused to take too much into consideration or else he feared his fragile emotions would go into a full-blown panic attack.
"Sit." Yuki commanded.
Shuichi obediently did as he said, blinking up at Yuki. There was very little interaction as Yuki patched up the seeping wounds, paying special attention to a cut above Shuichi's eye, cupping his hand to prevent the fresh blood from the cleaning to fall into Shuichi's eye. It unnerved the writer how silent and passive his little lover was being. It was rare that Shuichi was quiet for more than 10 minutes before his boundless energy had to break out in some sort of action.
He found himself leading the pliant boy, tugging of the dirtied and ripped shirt and replacing it with fluffy flannel. He was tugging off the loose shorts and pulling on the flannel pants when he suddenly was knocked back onto the bed. Blinking, he looked down, finding Shuichi curled up against his side, breathing deeply as if inhaling his scent.
"Shuichi?" Yuki blinked, slightly uncertain.
"Just for a while Yuki, Please?" Shuichi whispered.
Yuki sighed deeply. However, he laid still and allowed Shuichi to cuddle him. Before he knew it, his mind slowly drifted into sleep.
~TBC~
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All right, this chapter was kinda boring. Sorry. There might be more action next chapter. Hopefully ^^"". And don't worry! Genki Shuichi will be back in the next chapter. What makes him. well, him, is his genkiness and resilience (Damn boy, you go!) and so I can't stand to have him depressed long. He just needed a little cuddling and than he'll be himself again! Alright, I'll try not to take as long to update the next chapter ^^""
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Wow, two chapters for two different fics today. I might even write a short later. Just have to decide what fandom for ^^"".
Sorry for the delay, though I don't have nearly as many reviews for this one as my other one ^^"". Guess this one isn't as good. How sad . Anyways, enjoy!
Ah, Shuichi might be a little OOC, but give him a break.
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Yuki scowled. A massive, ice cold, eyebrow twitching, vein popping scowl. And what was most distressing was that there was no one to quiver in his or her shoes at it.
Eyebrow slowly fluctuating back into place, Yuki looked down at the snuffled boy lay propped up against his chest. While no longer was the boy crying, the evidence of the tear tracks remained behind. Right back into his bad mood, Yuki snarled to himself. How dare Shuichi show up at the door bruised and bleeding, and than have the audacity to fall asleep before explaining what the hell was going on! And to make matters worse, his cigarettes were just out of reach. He was only able to brush his fingertips against them if he stretched.almost there if he just twitched them a little to the left. FUCK! Now they were on the ground!
Yuki growled, but didn't make any move to retrieve them, lest Shuichi woke up.
Looking down, Yuki scowled even darker as he saw all the bruises that decorated Shuichi's face and visible body. There was one on his right cheekbone, his chin, all around the neck, his hands.
I WANT MY CIGARETTE'S! Yuki grunted internally.
Breathing deeply, Yuki closed his eyes and reoriented himself. There was no way he was going to be out of control when K and whoever accompanied his showed up. And he knew they were arriving soon, because after 6 phone calls he had yanked out the phone jack (would have to get that repaired) and turned off his cell phone (didn't know where Shuichi's was) before they could get to it.
Hearing a clamber outside his apartment door, Yuki braced himself slightly, fixing a death stare for the intruders.
BANG!
In burst K, being lead by his gun and followed by Hiro, Suguru and Ryuichi (the older singer had seen them trooping off and decided to follow)
"Wha-!" K started, before being cut off by Yuki's hiss. Now, there was no way that K was even the slightest intimidated by Yuki, it just wasn't in his genes. He had shot at the writer after all! However, he was a wise man and knew that Yuki was probably one of the smartest people around here (Tohma the only one ahead) and it was best to listen to Yuki when the situation called for it. And since he was in their apartment, and didn't know what was going on, K figured the situation might. He could at least wait and see.
Ryuichi was another matter entirely. "Shuichi-chan! Me and Kumoguro (Spelling?) have come to visit!"
Yuki winced.
Twitching slightly, Shuichi breathed deeply, immediately soothed by Yuki's scent, and slowly turned to face the loud visitors.visitor. There was a brief, but intensely awkward silence as the groups took in Shuichi's bruised face and dazed eyes.
"What the heck happened to you?" Hiro yelled, protective forces rising up to full power.
"Hiro?" Shuichi coughed out, surprised. "Wha..?"
Mental rewind. Now, when Shuichi had fallen asleep. or perhaps more technically passed out, on Yuki's shoulder it had been a lot quieter. Granted, his memory felt like it had a heavy fog covering it, but he was next too positive that Yuki had been the only other person there.
"The bruised! Where did they come from?" Hiro gave Yuki a slightly evil look, promising retribution if the writer was in any way involved.
Yuki snorted. He had no freaking clue and Hiro better stop looking at him.
"Oh." Shuichi delicately touched his face, ghosting his fingertips over the molted skin. "That."
"Yes that, who did that!?" Hiro leaned closer.
"I.. I was attacked."
A silent 'No Duh.' Resounded through the room.
"It was him wasn't it." A serious voice spoke up. Ryuichi.
Blink blink. "Anou."
However, it seemed to effect Shuichi, who immediately ducked his head down to avoid everyone eyes.
"Wasn't it." Ryuichi persisted.
"I think so." Shuichi piped up slowly. "It seemed to be planned."
"This is much more severe."
"Un."
"Time to tell."
"I guess."
"What the FUCK are you two talking about!?" Yuki finally burst, digging his fingers just a bit into Shuichi's arms, though not where he had bruises.
"Oh." Shuichi blinked in vague surprise. He has almost forgotten that the others were still there.
"Whose 'him'." Hiro asked.
Shuichi looked at Ryuichi, who nodded in encouragement. With a deep sigh, the pink-haired boy began to tell them the story of the strange and offensive packages he'd been receiving. As it was told, Hiro's jaw dropped, Yuki's grip tightened and K began to finger his gun, loving the fact that he would finally have a chance to put his precious handful of metal to use. (ahh drool) {whether that's him drooling, or me at the image is your choice. and no, it's not a subliminal perverted analogy.}
"Why didn't you tell us?" Hiro cried.
Shuichi grimaced sheepishly, than cast a telling glance at K, eyes straying towards the caressed gun.
"I didn't want. incase it wasn't dangerous. ah."
He didn't finish his sentence, but the others understood. Incase the stalker was really just a fan going unintentionally out of bounds he hadn't wanted to sick K on the fan.
"Alright." K stood. "you're excused for today from work." He stated magnanimously.
Sweat drops all around.
"however, tomorrow we're talking more about this and discussing what measures will be taken. Now, get some sleep and bandage those wounds, your bleeding all over Yuki-san." With a jaunty wave, k grabbed the giggling (again) Ryuichi and exited the door.
"Bye Shu-chan!" Kumoguro waved.
Shuichi smiled wanly, waving back. Than jumped slightly as Hiro leaned close.
"Baka, take care of yourself. I'm picking you up tomorrow." The red(ish brown) haired youth whispered, giving a little tug on one pink lock.
Shuichi nodded obediently, but the slightly vacant look didn't leave his face. With one last concerned glance, Hiro turned and followed his peers out the door.
Yuki didn't say anything, just pulled the pliant Shuichi closer. He wanted to say something, but he, unlike everyone else, could feel the small boy trembling gently during the entire conversation, no matter how he smiled.
"Come on." Yuki sighed finally, tugging Shuichi up. "We need to get those cuts patched up."
Shuichi got up to follow his lover, hand clutching tightly. It hurt every step that he took, but he refused to take too much into consideration or else he feared his fragile emotions would go into a full-blown panic attack.
"Sit." Yuki commanded.
Shuichi obediently did as he said, blinking up at Yuki. There was very little interaction as Yuki patched up the seeping wounds, paying special attention to a cut above Shuichi's eye, cupping his hand to prevent the fresh blood from the cleaning to fall into Shuichi's eye. It unnerved the writer how silent and passive his little lover was being. It was rare that Shuichi was quiet for more than 10 minutes before his boundless energy had to break out in some sort of action.
He found himself leading the pliant boy, tugging of the dirtied and ripped shirt and replacing it with fluffy flannel. He was tugging off the loose shorts and pulling on the flannel pants when he suddenly was knocked back onto the bed. Blinking, he looked down, finding Shuichi curled up against his side, breathing deeply as if inhaling his scent.
"Shuichi?" Yuki blinked, slightly uncertain.
"Just for a while Yuki, Please?" Shuichi whispered.
Yuki sighed deeply. However, he laid still and allowed Shuichi to cuddle him. Before he knew it, his mind slowly drifted into sleep.
~TBC~
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All right, this chapter was kinda boring. Sorry. There might be more action next chapter. Hopefully ^^"". And don't worry! Genki Shuichi will be back in the next chapter. What makes him. well, him, is his genkiness and resilience (Damn boy, you go!) and so I can't stand to have him depressed long. He just needed a little cuddling and than he'll be himself again! Alright, I'll try not to take as long to update the next chapter ^^""