Authors note - Hey everyone! Sorry for the realllly late update. It's been nearly a MONTH. But I've had A LOT of stuff going on in my life and needed a little break. This chapter ended up much longer then I was attending but I think I'm recovering from my writers block. ; Thank you all for the reviews, I really appreciate them. 3 Enjoy this chapter.
Disclaimer – I do not own Gravitation nor the characters. Plain and simple.
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Lost inside Chapter Four
"He's dead."
"N… nani?"
"Come to the park." A click and then a long buzz.
Shuichi stared down at the phone he held in his small hand, not quite sure what just happened. A voice had told him someone was dead but he didn't know who nor recognized the voice over the phone.
With a soft growl Shuichi threw his phone on the couch and snatched up his coat and keys. Turning the lights off Shuichi stepped into the hallway and closed the door of his apartment. Pulling on his jacket Shuichi pressed the button to the elevator as those violet eyes watched the new huge steel doors creep open in front of him.
Shuichi sighed and pushed the doors open as he stepped out into the lobby of the apartment complex. He nervously bit on his lower lip while chewing on the dried skin. What if it was Hiro? Tohma? … Yuki? Shuichi shook his head and walked out to his car. Tugging open the door he jumped in and turned on his car, speeding off through the dark streets.
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"Is that him?"
"I think so." A dark slim figure leaned against the tree in the park while his eyes locked on the black vehicle approaching.
"Get ready."
"Sure thing." Another man smirked and grabbed his camera out of his book bag.
Growling in annoyance Shuichi parked his car and stepped out, scanning his eyes over the dark, deserted park. His eyes narrowed as he spotted two figures, walking towards them without a second though.
"Who!" Shuichi yelled at the shadow figure against the tree. The man chuckled and stepped out from the shadows, smirking at Shuichi. He had long flowing golden hair that dropped down past his waist and had ice cold hues which stared directly into Shuichis eyes. Shuichi raised an eyebrow and slid his keys into his pocket.
"What the hell is this abou-" Shuichi screeched as a hand was placed tightly over his mouth. His eyes snapped back to the man who was still in front of his, gasping slightly. Shuichi felt another pair of hands hold his wrists above the young singers heading as he was leaned against a cherry blossom tree. Cold lips pressed against Shuichi's ear while a soft groan followed quickly after.
"Let's play pretty boy."
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"Hiro…" Shuichi spoke softly on the phone, sitting on the cushioned sheets of his car.
"Hey Shu, what's wrong?" Hiro replied, staring a new song on his guitar.
"… I… was… Never mind…" Shuichi bit down on his lower lip, his eyes gazing to his feet. He had been tricked and he couldn't believe it. They had called him to the park to rape him, to humiliate him, to do whatever they wanted with his body. No one had died. He was such an idiot! How could he believe something like that? Blinking away his tears he heard Hiro rambling on about something. He had been lost in his own self-pity again.
"I'll call you back Hiro." A click.
Shuichi dropped the phone on the passengers seat and stared down at his bloody and bruised body. His teeth latched to his bottom lip as he pulled up his tattered pant leg, letting his soft fingertips brush along the carved word in his skin. It had been nearly a week since he had sliced his leg and he hadn't heard a word from or about Yuki in that time span at all. Is that why he came to the park? Was it because he thought Yuki had been harmed? He clenched his fists and eyes as he choked back the tears. He was so stupid, so weak, so immature to believe someone he knew had died. He knew Tohma, the hospital, or someone else he knew would of called, not someone random that told him to meet in the park.
Hissing out in anger he slid the keys into the ignition and slammed his foot on the gas pedal, speeding off quickly down the mostly deserted roads. His eyes were filling with tears, blurring his vision slightly. Shuichi glanced to his cell phone as the ring blared out through the vehicle, lighting up in a glowing green around the numbers. Turning his head away, Shuichi turned back to the road as his eyes widened then tightly shut, slamming his foot on the brake.
Everything was so dark and only the loud ringing of the ambulance made its way into Shuichi's head. It was like something from a television show he had seen one night while staying up too late.
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"Shu?"
Shuichi groaned as he opened his eyes ever so slowly, seeing Hiro leaning over him. He moved to sit up but cried out and fell backwards onto the bed. Where the hell was he?
"Whoa, don't do that." Hiro replied and scanned over his friends body.
"Hiro? What the fuck happened! Where am I!" Shuichi cried out and stared up at his best friend while clenching his hands into fists.
"You don't remember?" Hiro whispered gently, stroking his fingertips along Shuichis cheek.
"You were in a car accident, you car was totaled. They said you slammed into the back of a building because you must of not caught the turn. Don't worry, Tohma is taking care of everything and keeping the reporters away."
Shuichi sighed in relief at the new about the reporters but cringed inwardly at the explanation of what had happened. Averting his eyes down he gasped slightly, seeing that his leg was bandaged; the leg he had carved.
"I saw already, Shuichi. Why?" Hiro took Shuichi hand , squeezing it tightly.
Biting his bottom lip Shuichi looked towards Hiro, choking back his tears. He felt horrible. Why did he have to carve that? Make Hiro worry? Get into that stupid car crash? Or even… He shuddered and tightly held Hiro's hand.
"Do you… know where I was before the crash?" Hiro shook his head in a reply.
"Someone called me… and told me someone died and I thought it might be you or something and and… and I went and they…" He clenched his eyes shut before chocking out the words.
"They raped me… Hiro…"
Hiro stared at Shuichi and shook his head. He growled and stood up quickly, nearly knocking over the chair he was sitting in.
"What! Don't worry; I'll take care of those bastards. Where do they live, tell me!"
"I don't know…"
"Then what's their names Shuichi?"
"I don't know…"
Hiro rubbed his temples and began to quickly pace the room. The lead guitarist growled again and moved to Shuichi to hug him and kiss his cheek.
"I need some time to think, stay safe, I'll be back soon." Hiro waved and stepped out of the room quietly, closing the door behind him.
Shuichi sighed and nodded once Hiro left, leaning his head back onto the hospital pillow. He felt horrible for making Hiro worry, it was tearing him apart. Looking around he noticed how bare the walls were… so plain. They were just a shade of white with not a speck of dirt on them. The ground was tiled and white also, yet was clean as a whistle. Shaking his head the young singer went to turn on his side and cried out to the sudden sharp pains snapping throughout his body.
"You've broken your leg and a few of your ribs."
Widening his eyes Shuichi averted them quickly to the door only to notice there was a man standing there.
"Yuki!" Shuichi screeched out, his mouth opening in shock. What the hell was he doing here?
Yuki walked casually towards the bed and stared down at Shuichi childish face. He smirked and shook his head, sitting down in the chair next to the bed.
"You've been passed out for the past three days, Brat. We weren't sure if you were going to wake up. You weren't suppose to." Yuki reached into his pocket to grab his box of cigarettes while smacking it against his palm, sliding out on of the cancer sticks. He held the box out to Shuichi while placing his own cigarette between his moist lips.
"Want?"
"Mr. Eiri!" A nurse screeched out from the hallway, dropping her blankets she had recently folded on the ground.
"Do not offer a patient drugs!"
Yuki rolled his eyes and kicked the door closed while grabbing his lighter and lighting up his cigarette.
Shuichi stared at the author in front of him, still in complete shock. Why did Yuki come to see him? And where had he been the past week!
"Yuki?" Shuichi mumbled softly while glancing down to his hands that were now folded on his lap. Shaking his head he sighed and leaned back, those strawberry lochs of hair falling in front of his eyes.
"What, Brat?" Yuki snapped, blowing out a long trail of smoke from behind his luscious lips. Those golden hues stared down hard into Shuichis violet ones.
"Where were you? Why did you come see me?" Shuichi asked softly, lifting his head to stare at his ex lover.
Yuki sighed and put out his cigarette on the side table next to Shuichis bed. He leaned forward and smirked, pressing his lips tightly to the young singers own ones, hearing the other moan softly underneath him. Shuichi lifted his arms and wrapped them around Yukis neck before hungrily pressing against the others moist petals. The author slipped his hand past the sheets on the bed before tracing his fingertips over Shuichis legs. Shuichi jumped slightly, his eyes widening. Did Yuki find out about the word on his leg? Sighing in a slight relief Shuichi felt Yukis hands move past his legs and up the front of his pants. A cold hand wrapped tightly around Shuichis exposed length causing Shuichi to cry out in sudden pleasure.
"Yuki!" Shuichi tilted his head back onto the pillow, totally lost in bliss.
Yuki grinned and moved away from the boy to stand up. Shaking his head he brushed away a strand of his soft blonde hair while staring down at his ex.
"When you get out of here, let's hook up one night." He said casually, smirking and turning on his heel to leave the room.
"O…okay." Shuichi bowed his head down while blushing and pulling the blankets back over his form.
"Wait! Yuki? Why do you keep coming to see me and staying near me?" Cursing himself for asking, Shuichi lifted his head and stared up at his ex lover with a slight plea in his eyes.
"Because I still love you." Yuki said softly and opened the door, closing it behind him.
Shuichi gaped at the door once it closed shaking his head. Was that true? Did Yuki still love him? Even after Yuki told him he hated him after each meeting they had? It couldn't be true, it couldn't be. He and Yuki were over, that was that. There would never be a them, us or we ever again. That relationship was behind him and he could never start another one. But why did he want to so badly? He couldn't still love him could he? Yuki had left him for good and yet came back to say he loved him.
The young singer sighed and leaned his head back, those violet orbs averting up towards the bleach white ceiling of his hospital room. Why was everything so messed up in his life? He was just raped, got into an accident, had his best friend find out he cuts, and then have his ex lover say that he still loved him. It was all too much.
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Hiro sighed and leaned back against the wall outside the hospital. His eyes were locked on the cement as chocolate lochs of hair fell past his eyes. The guitarists hands were shoved into his jean pockets while being held into fists. How cold anyone do that to his friend?
"Shuichi…" He whispered quietly before shoving his form forward and slowly walking over to his motorcycle. Pulling on the helmet he brushed those strands of hair over his shoulder and swung his leg over the side of his bike.
"Don't worry Shu, I'll take care of the guys who dared to touch you."
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Alright. That was the longest chapter so far. ;; I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. x3 I'm sorry it took so long! I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Ja ne.
