A/N: Well, not much to say this time, so just go ahead and enjoy it. The Tatsuha- Maiko one is already in progress, so...

Disclaimer: If I could own Yuki, I'm sure Shuichi would come kick my ass. If owned Shuichi, I'm absolutely sure Yuki would kill me. Therefore, I don't want to own them, they are to much trouble on thir own, and together they wouldn't pay me any attention.

Beta-read by: Clari-chan

Last time
Yuki- Yuki

It was a dark, silent night; I was alone, thinking about myself, about my life. So many nights I had spent like this, just staring at the darkness of the sky, at the dim light of the moon and the stars. This was like any other night, except lately I have been thinking about you. Why, I'm not sure, but I have, and all the fear and pain from so long ago returned again.

Sometimes I wish I would just stop thinking, stop remembering, but I can't. Other times I wish that I had never met you, that I had a normal life, and that you had never crossed paths with me. Still we met each other, didn't we? All the time we spend together, all the admiration, I couldn't erase that from my mind.

I wonder if I ever really loved you though. It's not like we spent so much time together before it all ended. Also I was a child back then, so maybe it was more of an infatuation. Who knows? I can't remember clearly now what I felt back then. I feel some remorse now, because that means I can't remember what those feelings meant. Still, that's beyond the point. I was telling you about that night, right?

Well, I had just left the apartment for a walk. I had no idea that walk would change my entire life. Damn, I didn't even want to go out in the first place! It was a bit cold outside, and I had been comfortably asleep on my bed. This I can blame it on you, because I dreamed about you. So after such an unwanted dream, I decided to go clear my head out.

I walked for about twenty minutes before realizing it was stupid to take a walk at such late hours in the park, you never know when you are going to run into a crazy fan or, even worst, a robber.

So I began to walk back to the apartment.

As I lighted the last cigar I had, I heard a guy mumbling something. I've never seen such a strange person before in my entire life. And I've seen many things, both strange and weird, but definitely nothing like this guy before.

Now that I think about it, I believe it was then that somewhere in my conscious I realized that this boy would turn my world upside down. Something told me to get away from him, but another part of me seemed to be fascinated by him. And then that crappy poem that he called a love song flew towards me.

It was like it was drawn to me, and I took it. One look was enough to show me that he had the potential, but hadn't found how to use it yet. Kind of like me when I met you.

So I insulted him. Not because it was so badly written, but because he suddenly reminded me of myself, and...that made me remember you.

And then I left, thinking I would never see him again, and that I would forget about him as soon as I reached my place.

A couple of days later I still remembered him. Such innocent eyes can't be forgotten that easily. Such a hurt look can't be erased of your mind as fast as you wish it to. And just while I was wondering what had that kid done after I left him, he practically threw himself in front of my car. It was such a reckless act, it made me actually admire him a little. Also convinced me that he was capable of destroying that cold stoic facade I've been building since I last saw you.

I was harsh, rude, I threatened him, made him leave, left him... I did all that was in my power to escape from him, from that strong force that had brought us together. But just as that poem had flown practically into my hand, that boy always found me, always returned to me.

I didn't want to hurt him you know? Because ever since I recognized a bit of myself in him, I felt the need of protecting him from any harm, and that included protecting him from myself.

There's no need to say I failed miserably, is there?

He got hurt. Just like me, maybe even worst. I felt so guilty that I couldn't protect him, I realized that I couldn't protect myself either. I hadn't been able to protect myself that day, and now this boy, that somehow I had begun to care so much about, had become the same as I had. His free spirit, his pure soul had been tainted with the same hatred as mine had.

For the first time in years I cried.

I wanted to be free again. I wanted to forget, to... I don't know. I wanted that old pain to stop. But again, he found me. He rescued me from myself, when supposedly I was the strong one. He showed me hope, and gave me light. He gave me himself. That's right, he gave me his own precious heart, mine alone to do with it whatever I wanted. He didn't ask anything in return. Just that I let him stay by my side.

Sometimes I wonder why such a beautiful creature wants to stay with me. What did he see in me that everyone else, including me, had missed? He loves me, and I still can't understand why. I don't think even he knows why he loves me. I don't care anymore. The truth is that at some point during that journey, I began to love him as well.

I haven't told him, and I probably won't in a long time, but he knows. Somehow, he seems to know me better than myself. He can understand every gesture I make, and the meaning behind every word, even the harsh ones. And he has taught me to do the same. I can now tell exactly what it is he is thinking without him saying a word. There is a silent understanding between the two of us that I thought only occurred in the books and the movies. And still, he manages to surprise me every time, he always has something new to show me, something else I haven't found yet.

So, sensei, what do you think?

Did you ever imagine I would end up like this?

I don't think so. But I hope, wherever you are, that you are proud and happy for me. I don't regret what happened any longer. I still have nightmares about it sometimes, but it's now less and less frequent, and, every time I have those dreams, I feel a warm small body cuddled against me, and a reassuring kiss on my lips, that makes me feel immediately better...

-Yukiii?

-Hn. Brat, can't you see I'm not done yet?

-Oh, sorry, it's just that... uh...

-What?

-Well...

-sight- Give me another minute and then we'll leave.

-... ok.

Don't pay him any attention, he's just getting bored. Also he's not very comfortable being here, he's not very fond of graveyards.

So, what do you think? I got myself one annoying brat uh? Well, he's my annoying brat, and for him...

For him I would do anything.

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Yuki Eiri stood up and gave the cold stone one last look before beginning to walk away, closely followed by his lover. Shuichi stopped for a second to look back, and re-read the inscription on the stone.

"I hope to heaven his soul is gone".

-Are you coming or what?

-Hai! Yuki?

-Hn?

-I know it's not the place to say it, but... I love you.

-Moron.

-... Sorry.

-Let's get out of here, before you start doing something even more stupid.

-Yukiiiiii!

As they left the graveyard, however, Yuki smiled inwardly. Now he was sure. He didn't have to come here anymore. This would be the last time he would visit Yuki Kitazawa's grave.