Track 15

Shuichi moaned when he woke to a nice worm tingly feeling. It felt like he was wrapped up in a steamy blanket, with two smooth arms holding him up.

His eyes fluttered open and he looked around in a slight panic. Slowly he calmed down. He was in a bathtub, naked, of course, along with Yuki, who held him so he couldn't see him.

Craning his neck around he saw Yuki's stony gaze connect with his own. A blush made its way to his cheeks as he lowered his head in shame and embarrassment. Yuki had seen his body after the . . . rape. He gulped at that thought.

"He must think I'm disgusting, or weak," he mentally pouted.

Looking down at himself he saw all the blood and grime was gone, only leaving cuts and bruises left. Hell, their where even a few hikkies on his shoulder, which led to a series of bite marks.

"Yuki has never bit me," he thought idly," I wonder if he ever will. I sure hope not, that hurt."

"You wouldn't bite me ever would you, Yuki," he asked quietly as he still stared at some of the bite marks.

Yuki's body stiffened," No, of course not, not unless you asked me to." Shuichi smiled. He could feel Yuki's chest rumble with each word he said. It felt nice.

Yuki's hand lifted from where it had been resting on Shuichi's belly, leaving the small rag that had been their to float and sink, as he raised his hand to Shuichi's forehead.

"You're a bit hot," he said after a while," You need some rest."

This didn't make any since to Shuichi. Of course he was hot, he thought, they were in a hot bath. He sighed, leaning his head back on his lovers shoulder and looking up to the ceiling. He didn't want to think about it, it just was too hard to think. It was like one thought after another danced in front of his eyes, then darted away, leaving him confused. His mind was cloudy, his head ached, his nose was stuffy, and he had a sore through.

"Maybe I'm sick," he murmured finally, nuzzling the crook of Yuki's neck," I don't feel so good."

He felt Yuki's head turn to look at him and after a second his lover responded," You've been out for a day now. You're fever has been worrying me. Don't tell me it messed up with you're already fried brain."

Shuichi frowned and his brow's pulled together as he looked up to Yuki in a curious sort of way," Wha?"

Yuki sighed and picked him up. Standing he walked over to a towel so he could dry them both off.

Right when they had exited the worm cocoon of water, Shuichi found himself stiffen, then start shivering with cold. Mentally he wondered why he was so cold when the room was so foggy with the mist that came from the hot water.

"I think the heater needs to go up," he said as he tried to control his shaking limbs," it's foggy in hear."

He mentally raised an eyebrow at his own words. He hadn't meant to really say that, it just came out on its own free will from when he was thinking about how cold it really was.

He could just imagine Yuki's face at that; one delicate eyebrow would of rose, and his chiseled lips would pull tight, suppressing a smile, as his eyes would dance with laughter. Shuichi closed his eyes and smiled at the mantel image. His Yuki.

Yuki had finished dressing them both and went to the living room to settle Shuichi on the couch, telling him to stay put while he put some lunch on.

Shuichi sat on the couch, his head still slightly cloudy, and eyes irritated and watery. Slowly he scrutinized his surrounding's. The couch was same as normal, neat, fluffy, and in order. Nothing lay recklessly on the floors, and the coffee table in front of him gleamed beautifully.

Behind the coffee table, against the wall sat the large T.V, off to the right stood a doorframe which led into the kitchen/ dining room. To the left, the rest of the living room, practically bare except a pitcher and a smaller table in which held a coffee pot and a small rose. Behind that lay the sliding doors, which were slightly ajar, allowing a sweet summer breeze to flow in, and the cotton curtains to bellow out, flapping as they licked their way up the walls.

Shuichi smiled, closed his eyes, and then opened them again, only to jump in fright as he found something out of place.

Someone was in the glass windows, staring at him.

That someone was a very familiar man. He held something in his hand and a grin on his face.

Taki Aizawa smiled, and then disappeared from sight when Shuichi Shindou had screamed for his lover.

The hunt was on.

To be continued....

Lin3: I know I know, crap, crap, crap. But I've been having nothing but bad luck lately, and it's effecting my writing, but ppl like ppl who up date often, and so that is what I'm trying to accomplish, to up date quickly, and still have time for, work, choirs, school, ect. My foster mom say's I need a social life; I say I need a car.

Seeyah!

Saying for the day:

My parents told me I could be ANYTHING I wanted to be,

So I became an ASSHOLE.

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