Author's Note: It's almost over, I promise.
Chapter Six
At My Wit's End
Arriving home a few hours later, Shuichi skipped up to the apartment, feeling much better and actually humming. He stopped, however, when he saw the apartment.
The door was wide open, all the lights were out except for the television, which was reporting some old news with the volume almost down to zero.
For a fleeting, horrible second, Shuichi thought Yuki had left again. But then why leave the TV on? And why with all the furniture still here?
"Yuki..?" Shuichi called out a bit timidly, stepping cautiously into the apartment. He stared around. Nothing. Silence.
"Yuki?" Shuichi called again, dropping the little bag he carried with him always by the door. "Yuki?!" he ran down the halls, calling out again and again. Then quite suddenly, he heard quiet moans and whimpering from Yuki's computer room.
Shuichi burst in, and saw Yuki sitting a corner, holding his head in his hands and staring at the carpet in some kind of tradgic horror.
"Yuki!" Shuichi yelled, dashing over to him and hugging him tightly. "Yuki..what's wrong? Yuki?"
"Not..my name..." Yuki mumbled, not looking at Shuichi, never changing his position.
"Yuki, what are you talking about?"
"Yuki's not my name..I took it, to remember him..but I wanted to forget..always..I.." Yuki's eyes were darting quickly left and right, as if something was written on the carpet. He seemed to be insane, but what could have caused this?
"Yuki, don't be ridiculous, you know what your name is!" Shuichi held him tighter, tears rolling out of his shut eyes. Not now, why now, why Yuki..?
Yuki shoved him off. "My name's not Yuki." he stood, his eyes covered in shadow. Shuichi stared up at him form his position on the ground, looking scared, worried, and sad at the same time.
Why now? Why him?
Fate was truly cruel.
After note: Okay, so they get shorter as it ends..