AIIEEEE!!!!..I'm sorry for not making it eariler!!!...ARGH!!..bangs head on wall... I'm so sorry!!...well anyway here's the story....I mean the 3rd chapter of the cough...heehee

Chapter 3

Eiri Yuki peered from behind the door, letting it open bit by bit.

Would he still be asleep? Is he even ready to see me? Man, shut up already! Hiro said that he can only hold off the nurses for a little while, this is my only chance. Shuichi, please be awake enough to hear me. Please.

The young author finally opened his lover's room's door and slipped in. The neon lights from the monitors blinked in the darkness, the sounds from it causing the night to seem a lot more silent. He walked quietly over to the bed in the back corner. Shuichi Shindou laid there.

"Shuichi."

Yuki paused near the foot of the bed and stared unblinkingly at the rock-star. His lover's hair was matted flat against his head by the sweat before and after the incident. Shuichi's face was so pale that the green lights seem to cause him to glow with a bright whiteness. The needles that were stuck through his arms ran to another person next to him, a younger looking girl. Eiri thought back to what Hiro said about someone having to share their blood. A pang of jealousy pulsed in his veins. What nerve of some stupid stranger to just barge in and insert their filth into my Shuichi.

Yuki caught himself. Why should he say such things when that "stranger" is the one trying to save his lover? He walked over to the girl and patted her lightly on the head. He stopped short. Was that just his imagination or did that girl just frown. Thinking that it was a glitch from the blinking lights, Yuki made his way over to the other bed, taking a seat that was left, no doubt, by one of the Shindou family. He gazed longingly at the pink-haired boy, his lover, his love.

Why won't you wake up? Why can't you just pounce out of that bed right now and jump on me with an eccentric "YUKIII!!!"?

Eiri gently lifted the boy's hand into his own and stroke it lightly. He noticed how pale and weak it was, noticed that it was to small for his Shuichi. He leaned closer to the vocalist's face and pecked his forehead.

"Don't think that I will ever leave your side again," Yuki whispered into Shuichi's ear, hoping that he could hear him. "I know what I did was wrong, but I can't promise you anything until you get out of this bed. I'll wait for as long as I can, and even after. I'm not leaving your side." He squeezed his lover's hand gently and then brought it to his lips for a slight kiss.

The author didn't notice that a certain someone had gotten out of bed. He didn't notice that someone was right behind him. He didn't notice a single problem until a hard slam came from behind his head and a small hideous laugh echoed in his ear before everything went black.

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"Yuki-san! Yuki-san! Are you all right?"

The author groaned as pain seared back into his head. His vision was blurry but he still could make out the shapes that loomed over him. Shaking his head, Yuki got up from the stool uneasily, having only one thing in his mind. He was calm at these kinds of moments, but he didn't know how long that would last. Someone had deliberately knocked him out cold, and he was most certain his Shuichi was gone. His Shuichi. He hadn't felt the cold warmth of the boy's body next to him anymore.

"Whoa, Yuki-san. Not too fast," an elder man's voice the author could not recognize. "You were blacked-out for a while. A nurse is standing by."

Eiri pushed Mr. Shindou away, having fixed his mind totally on getting out and finding Shuichi. "Let me go, old man! No one is going to stop me!"

"No one wants to." This time, it was a voice he knew. "But all the same, I can't let go out of my sight for fear that you will go vengeful on some obsessed fan." Hiroshi took a firm hold on Yuki's arm and directed him to the chair he had just gotten off of. The novelist reluctantly sat down, watching his lover's best friend grab another seat.

"So, are you gonna tell me what happened or do I have to find out for myself. Time isn't exactly on our side."

Hiro sighed. "I don't think it was in the first place. Anyway," the guitarist paused and then took a deep breath. "The doctors believe that the girl was the kidnapper. The one that was giving Shuichi blood. The one-"

"I already know that!" Yuki cried. Exasperated, he threw his hands up. "I knew there was something wrong with that chick. What the hell was he not being watched in the first place, like a security guard or something?"

"Well, we didn't think he needed one. He was with you." Hiro got up and started pacing back and forth. Eiri watched under angered irritation. The room was empty except for him and that stupid punk. Why didn't he just get up and run the hell out of here to find his lover? What was holding him back?

"We have to save him," the author finally announced after a long period of silence. "The police will never find him."

Hiro smirked. "Now you're thinking."

It's official...i have gone senial....ppl like my story and yet....im going CRAZY!!!..ARGH!!..but you can still review ...