Author's Note: Italics is Yuki, talking to himself.
Chapter One
All Signs Point To Yes
It hurts.
Just make it go away..
Why does it hurt so much?
I don't want the pain..
Why can't you help me?
I don't want to feel it..
I made you feel it.
Please..just make it go away...
It can never go away.
I don't want to feel, I don't want to be..just make it go away, make me go away...
The writer's hands shook as his typed up the next chapter, his vision of the computer screen fading in and out. He felt light-headed and dizzy, and it was all he could do to stay awake. Damn medication didn't work with alcohol.
He had to finish this chapter, just one more chapter, just one more..
His vision blackened, he felt himsel fall foward, felt his head hit the desk, felt everything just..drop as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Yuki! Yuki Yuki Yukiiiiii!!" yelled the pink-haired boy as he burst into the large apartment his love interest currently owned. He was allowed to stay for the week, but had somehow managed to stay for twenty-seven days, instead of just seven. "YUUUUKIIIIIIIIII!!!"
He stared excitedly around, waiting for Eiri to at least say something like, "Shut up!", or mutter something demeaning to the wanna-be rock star. When no sound came, however, Shuichi began to feel nervous. Yuki's car was outside, so he had to be home, right?
"Yuki?" he called, now searching the house worriedly. As he intered the writer's computer room, he gasped. Yuki was slumped over in his chair, his head on the keyboard and hands next to him. Something, probably his drink, was pouring onto the carpet.
"Yuki!" he cried, rushing over to the older male and sitting him up, staring at him. "Wake up! Yuki!" tears were now running down the teen's cheek as he shook and -quite to his horror- slapped Yuki, trying to wake him up.
Fearing the worst, he ran to the phone, calling an ambulance and still trying to wake the unconscious writer.
When it came, Shuichi jumped into the back with Yuki and the two doctors, riding along in worry and holding his hand.
Do you want the pain to stop?
Yes..make it stop...
I can take it away.
Make it go away..
You have to go with it.
I don't care..just make it stop...
You will have to die.
Make it go away..no more pain..no more..me...
Yuki went limp, his breathing slowing, head falling to a side and face relaxing. Shuichi cried out, grasping his hand tighter, shaking him, trying to wake him back up. on..don'te die..don't leave..."
You have to go with it.
Yes..no..no I won't go..have to stay...
You said you wanted the pain to go away.
I do..I do..just..I want to..stay..with him...
You have to go now.
No..no...
"No!" Yuki suddenly exclaimed, eyes fluttering open to stare at the roof of the hospital. They had wheeled him into his room.
"Yuki!" came the relieved vocie of Shuichi, sitting beside him and holding his hand. "Oh Yuki..." there were fresh tear marks on his flustered cheeks, and his eyes were red from crying.
Yuki could only stare weakly at the pink-haired boy next to him, already he could feel the darkness creeping back. "Have to..go..." he whispered, shutting his eyes again.
Shuichi cried for the nurse, worry heightening again. If only he had known how long this would last.