Ah! And here it is... the final part of Ryuichi's nightmare... kind of. There has been an unscheduled detour thrown into the mix, so I had to change my plans and make a few adjustments. Many of your guesses were close to what I had planned, and now you will see how close. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
In the next chapter, I will be returning to present day. This will make all you Yuki fans quite happy, methinks. Not sure exactly how much will be Yuki-centric, but you'll only know when I update, ne?
Arigato for your many reviews! They really motivated me to make this chapter extra special. I feel so bad for Ryuichi... poor guy!
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Chapter 16: When Angels Deserve to Die
Flashback #9:
The sharp scent of disinfectants burned Ryuichi's nostrils as he stepped inside his father's home. First glance revealed various equipment needed for in-home care. He could recognize heart monitor against the wall.
The house was impeccably cleaned. Not a speck of dust or dirt was visible. Only bottles of medicine and medical supplies cluttered the counters and tables.
Sterile... that was the first word that came to mind when entering the house. It wasn't warm and pleasant anymore. Only necessary items were left. It was cold and sparse... like a hospital.
A reassuring hand grasped the singer's shoulder as he took in the new appearance of the house. Pulling his eyes away from his surroundings, Ryuichi looked to his lover.
Akinori nodded encouragingly. He understood how hard it was to accept the inevitable. How painful it would be to approach the dying Sakuma.
Ryuichi closed his eyes momentarily, remembering the words his boyfriend had told him.
"He has Hodgkin's Disease. It's fairly rare.
He found out about two years ago, but chose to keep it a secret. He didn't want to worry you and Kaida.
The doctors gave him some type of medication and a few sessions of radiation therapy.
Up until a year ago, he was in remission.
They thought he'd be okay, but it came back... worse than before.
By then the cancer had spread from his lymph nodes to his major organs.
After he found out it spread, he didn't bother getting treated anymore.
He told us only last month, and made everyone promise not to tell you.
Gomen ne, Ryuichi... the doctors said has almost no chance of survival.
The focus is on quality of life, not longevity."
The eyes opened, and Ryuichi marched forward, determination set in his mind.
Screw the doctors! Otousan is stronger than that! He can beat this.
But the Grasper's resolve faded as he stepped inside his father's bedroom.
Ryuiji lay in his bed sleeping. His tanned and muscular frame had shrunk to skin and bones. His skin was so pale; it had a gray tinge to it.
Thin tubes of fluid flowed into his arm intravenously from a clear bag of liquid hanging from nearby pole. His arms were bruised from multiple needle punctures.
Ryuichi forced himself to look at the man in the bed. It was difficult for him to associate this man as the same one he said goodbye to twelve months ago.
He felt his strength leave him with every passing second. Without even noticing, his body began to shake uncontrollably as tremors took over. He was in shock.
Akinori wrapped an arm around the singer to pull him into an embrace. Ryuichi fell into the arms, unable to resist and unable to support himself any longer.
The singer could hear two different thoughts inside his mind. One was emotionless and detached. It merely observed the situation and commented coldly on the basic facts.
It's too late for him. Nothing can save him now.
The other voice scream in horror at the sight and argue viciously with the first voice.
NONONONONONONONO!!! This isn't real! It can't be happening! He has to live!
Ryuichi's pulse quickened at the internal battle of his thoughts. His felt his body struggle to contain the emotions inside. The thoughts made his head spin as reality collided with desperation.
Akinori seemed to sense his lover's suffering and held the vocalist even tighter and closer.
"I know, Ryu. It's okay. Hey, don't cry. It's alright." The taller man's soothing voice pushed aside the raging thoughts.
Ryuichi sniffed quietly as he raised a hand to wipe his face. He was distantly surprised to see the wetness flowing from his eyes... he never cried.
Burying his face in Akinori's chest, the singer muffled his sorrow.
"Are you going to cry like that all day, Ryuichi? Or are you going pay your respects to me?" The deep voice caused the Grasper's eyes to fly open and spin toward the bed.
"Otousan! You're awake! How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Do you want me to call the doctor?" The elder Sakuma gave a soft chuckle at his son's questions as he answered.
"Hai, I am awake, I'm fine, some tea would be nice, and I'd sooner dig my own grave than see that doctor again." Ryuichi rushed to his father's side as he motioned for Akinori to bring tea.
"Otousan... doushite? Why didn't you tell me?" Ryuiji laid a bony hand atop his son's head as the singer knelt beside the bed.
"Because I didn't want to hurt you before I had to. I knew how you would react... and your mother has only been gone for a few years now." The old eyes saddened with regret at the mention of his wife.
"Otousan...." The singer blinked away the tears threatening to form as he tried his best to fake a smile for his father's benefit. The old man shook his head.
"Iie, Ryuichi. You don't have to smile for me anymore. There's no point in pretending to be happy. Reality has to catch up with us sooner or later."
The son nodded slowly as a single tear betrayed his emotions. He didn't trust his voice, therefore chose to remain silent. The elder Sakuma continued.
"I don't know how much time I have left... however long it may be, it won't be very long. I told the annoying doctors to stop harassing me about treatment. I want to enjoy the time I have left, not to be bothered with therapy."
The singer nodded again, finally accepting the inevitable.
"I understand, Otousan. If that is what you want, I can only respect your wishes." Ryuiji smiled gently at his eldest child with pride shining brightly in his eyes.
"I am so proud of you Ryuichi. I know I don't say it very often, but your achievements have made me honored to be your father. You've grown into a strong, intelligent man."
The rare words of praise brought a small grin to the vocalist's face as he sniffed away his tears.
"Arigato Otousan, demo it's all thanks to you. I never would've made it this far without you being there for me." Ryuiji snorted at the compliment.
"Hmph! You would have made it this far, regardless! You're a strong willed man, Ryuichi. Nothing can hold you down. No matter the circumstances, you always be in a winning position." The Grasper gave a lopsided smirk at the comment.
"Maybe, demo you helped me anyway." Ryuiji rolled his eyes and gave a small shrug.
"I did what I could."
"And that was more than enough, Otousan. Arigato." The eldest Sakuma gave a nod of acknowledgement to his son.
He shifted his gaze to the window where the sun was beginning to set across the horizon. The evening sun cast elongated shadows across the meticulously landscaped yard.
"Ryuichi, there is another matter I wish to discuss with you. It's in regard to Kaida." Ryuiji turned once again to face his son with his eyes dark with sadness. The singer gave a brief nod, preparing himself for what was to come.
"When I am gone, she will need to be taken care of. And the most likely choice would be you. However, that is not my wish." Ryuichi breathed in sharply at the statement.
"Doushite? Why not, Otousan? I can take care of her!" Confusion twisted the Grasper's features as he began to protest.
The older man raised a hand to silence the argument.
"Iie. It's not that I doubt your ability to care for your sister, Ryuichi. It's the fact that you have your own life to live. And I want you to live it." The vocalist froze as realization swept through him.
He couldn't take care of Kaida if he wasn't able to be there for her at all times. And as a celebrity, he was never at one place for long.
Ryuichi clenched his fists as he struggled with the truth. He finally understood what was at stake... his family or his career.
Before he could come to a decision, his father interrupted his thoughts.
"I don't want you to give up your dreams. It wouldn't be fair to you. Therefore I have come to a decision... I have discussed this with Ishikawa-san already, and he has agreed to it. He will become Kaida's legal guardian."
Ryuichi turned sharply towards his father at the words, shocked into speechlessness. Ryuiji continued without taking notice of his son's reaction.
"I trust him. He will take good care of her. And in that way, she will never be too far from you either." The vocalist wore an expression torn between dismay and relief.
Dismay at the fact he wouldn't be the one Kaida was to be entrusted to. Relief that the one who would be was none other than his own boyfriend.
Ryuiji allowed his son a few more minutes to digest the news. It hadn't been an easy decision, but it was the best route to take.
Not only did it prevent his son from having to make a heartbreaking decision, but also gave his blessing to the two lovers in a way.
Finally, Ryuichi nodded in agreement to the arrangements made by his father.
"Alright Otousan, if that's how you want it to be, I won't object." Ryuiji smiled gently at his son. Placing his hands on the singer's shoulders, the man spoke once more.
"Gomen ne, Ryuichi. I'm sorry for making you and Kaida suffer. Both of you have made me a proud father. It grieves me to know I won't be here to share your accomplishments, but no matter what, I want you to succeed."
Ryuichi's eyes glistened with tears at his father's words. Heart swelling with sorrow, burning droplets fell down his cheeks.
"I know Otousan, I know."
Flashback #10:
"Onii-san... what's wrong with Otousan? Why doesn't he want to play with Kaida anymore, na no da?" The sweet voice broke through the invisible barriers the singer had erected in the past few days since learning of his father's illness.
Ryuichi raised his eyes from the ground slowly to meet the child's. Every time he looked at his sister, he always felt as if a ray of sunshine had washed through his body. She was the essence of light itself. An incarnation of an angel.
And yet, she had been smiling less and less as of late. She was a precocious child: keenly observant and perceptive. Nothing could get past her.
Nothing at all... especially something so blatantly obvious as their father's illness. As much as they might try to hide it from her, it was very probable that she already knew.
"Kaida-chan... Otousan doesn't feel good right now. If you like, I'll play with you." Ryuichi tried his best to smile reassuringly at the little girl.
Tilting her head to the side, she seemed to consider the offer for a moment before nodding in acceptance. Usagi-chan and Kumagorou in her arms, she led the way to her bedroom with the vocalist following closely behind.
After a few minutes of setting up a tea party, the child paused her activities and became motionless. Scrutinizing her behavior, the singer brought his eyebrows together in concern for the sudden silence.
"Kaida-chan...?" The little girl became animated once more and made her way to Ryuichi's side. Upon reaching him, she settled herself in his lap with arms around his neck.
"Onii-san, Otousan is sick, ne?" The Grasper felt his heart contract at the sadness in his sister's voice. He could barely make out a reply.
"H-hai, Kaida-chan." Another thoughtful look along with a faint line of worry appeared across the child's face.
"Otousan is not just sick, ne? He's BAD SICK, na no da." It had turned from a question to a statement. Ryuichi felt his heart break with each passing second. She knew.
"Hai, he's bad sick. How did you know, Kaida-chan?" The toddler buried her face in her brother's chest, and a muffled sob could be heard as she responded.
"B-because, Onii-san... he doesn't shine anymore! Otousan isn't pika pika anymore!" Ryuichi held the hysterical child as she released her emotions of sorrow for the first time.
Fighting back tears of his own, he rocked his little sister comfortingly. Inside his own heart, pieces of a fragile dream shattered silently.
Flashback #11:
Tests results from Ryuji's CAT scan were in. Final diagnosis showed rapid deterioration in his liver, lungs, and heart. His immune system was all but nonexistent.
There was less than thirty percent chance of surviving for more than six months.
Akinori was there with Ryuichi when the prognosis had been announced.
Ryuichi held in his anguish for his father's sake, but when he left, Akinori was the one who had to hold him while he cried.
"Aki... it can't be! How can this be? I can't believe it... I don't want to!" His body shook convulsively as sobs came flooding from the singer. Akinori just held him, whispering words of consolation.
"I know, koi, I know. You can cry now... you don't have to hide it anymore. Go ahead, let it out." The soothing tenor calmed the vocalist the slightest bit. Looking up into the chocolate brown eyes full of love and compassion, Ryuichi made one wish.
"Aki... I want it to go away... all the pain... I can't take it anymore. It hurts too much. I don't think- I'm not strong enough. I wish it would all end."
Flashback #12:
The lead vocalist of Nittle Grasper projected his voice across the concert hall with a sound akin to that of a crashing wave. The darkened building only served to magnify his words. It seemed as if even the audience was still, entrance by the devastatingly beautiful crescendo of notes and vocals.
"Time is nothing compared to the love you've obtainedDon't let it hold you back from me
Fight the battles within your lonely heart
Reach out for eternity... for me!"
Another successful concert, another musical high, and yet when it was all over, Ryuichi could feel the ache return inside his chest.
Taking his final bow and walking off stage despondently, he ignored the screams for an encore without a second glance at the audience. Tohma and Noriko hurried to follow him after exchanging a quick look of worry between them.
Normally, their singer lived for encores. But as of late, it seemed as though Ryuichi was merely going through the motions of being an idol.
The motivation was gone, and in turn, Nittle Grasper was beginning to suffer. Their new album originally due to be released four days ago, had been postponed. Two tracks had yet to be completed in the recording studio as well as lyrics to one song was missing.
The news of Sakuma Ryuiji's illness had shocked everyone. And as understanding as they tried to be, Crown Records was beginning to lose their patience.
Sales had dropped and Nittle Grasper was far behind schedule. Even to the point of canceling a tour of Japan and five concerts, the executive were becoming agitated.
Ryuichi merely shrugged it off. He seemed to have lost his passion for everything these days. His father's illness had worn him down.
Wiping his face with a towel one of the interns handed to him, the singer collapsed into a folding chair. Noriko frowned at the vocalist while Tohma assessed the situation with cool contempt. Yes, even his band mates were losing their cool.
And yet, they didn't have the heart to harass Ryuichi about it. Noriko sighed deeply and turn to leave with a shrug while Tohma raised a single eyebrow and followed.
Slouching further into the metal chair, Ryuichi resisted the urge to look up at his colleagues. It was better to have them think he didn't care anymore and dropping from the top wasn't important to him.
But that wasn't the truth. He did care. And it was important to him.
It was just so hard for him to perform on-stage, pretending that he was the same carefree star as before when in reality, his world was falling apart.
The perfect dream had been broken and all that was left was a few shattered pieces.
He was a performer though. And he was a professional at this game. A game where you pretend to feel things that aren't real.
With much effort, he rose from the chair and trudged to his dressing room. A rapidly flashing light from his dresser caught his attention immediately. In just a few short strides, the singer reached the origin of the light and snatched the item up hastily.
It was his cell phone. And on it was a brief text message that chilled the vocalist to his bones.
"I've come to a treacherous border... I know it's time to say goodbye."
It was a piece of the lyrics to "Be There." It wasn't a threat. But for some strange reason, a sense of foreboding swept through Ryuichi's body at the message.
Scrolling down, he could see the caller unidentified. This only added to the singer's confusion. What could this bizarre message mean and who was it from?
Anxiety set in as he tried to figure out his next actions. Dialing his father's number quickly, he waited for an answer. He only got a busy signal. A glance at his watch showed the time to be 11:49pm... far too late for anyone at home to be using the phone.
Jabbing the end button, he dialed again, this time Akinori's cell number. Again there was no answer, only the sound of the voicemail activating.
With a sharp intake of air, the Grasper spun around to face the doorway and stormed out of his dressing room. Just outside, Noriko stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"And where the hell are you going in such a hurry?" The usually sweet voice was laced with ice and barely masked anger. Ryuichi ignored the tone and snatched his arm from the tight grasp.
"Home. I have some business to take care of." The reply came out sharply, without room for questions or arguments. The vocalist marched steadily to the exit leaving Noriko frowning in disgust at her friend's attitude.
Watching the scene from a short distance away, Tohma approaching the lavender-haired Grasper.
"So where's he going now?" The male keyboardist no longer wore his trademark smile.
"He said home. Something about business to take care of. He's becoming impossible to work with, Tohma." The complaint was accompanied by a growl of frustration. The blonde man nodded in agreement.
"Hai, demo we have to cut him some slack. You know he's having a hard time." Noriko shook her head with impatience.
"Yeah? Well, I'm sick of his attitude. He has no right to take it out on us." Another nod from the blonde.
"Ah, well... maybe you need to tell him that." Noriko turned suddenly to face Tohma. Hands on her hips, she smirked.
"Heh, maybe I will. Right now." Marching towards the door Ryuichi had gone through just minutes before, the woman left without another word or explanation.
Flashback #13:
Something wasn't right.
Ryuichi could feel it in the air as he stepped through the front door of his father's home. Alarms shrilled through his heads at the obvious wrongness.
First, the door had been unlocked. The front door was never unlocked.
Second, there were absolutely no lights on in the house. For Kaida's sake, a few lights were always left on at night.
Third, 'Be There' was being played softly from the living room entertainment system. That was the only sign of movement in the entire house.
Everything else was still.
Kicking off his shoes quickly, the singer crept silently into the dark home. Approaching his father's bedroom, he called out.
"Otousan? Are you here?" There was no answer. A peek inside the room made it apparent that it was empty. Turning swiftly, he raced towards his sister's room.
"Kaida-chan? Where are you?" Again there was no answer and her room was as empty as the first. Running again, Ryuichi made his way to his lover's bedroom, formerly his own. There was nobody there either.
Heartbeat quickening, the vocalist methodically went from room to room to come up empty.
And then he stopped. There was one room he had neglected to check. The music room.
Ryuiji had made the music room an addition only a couple years ago. Usually referred to as the 'chaos room,' it was rarely used except by Ryuichi. It was where he wrote lyrics and could practice singing as loud as he wanted. After all, it was soundproof.
Hand clammy with apprehension, he stepped toward the door and turned the knob.
The stench of blood brought a wave of nausea crashing through his body. Bile rising in his throat, he gagged as he covered his mouth and nose.
Blood. Everywhere. The pure white walls had been painted in the crimson fluid. It was as if a kid had gone crazy with a bucket of red paint.
And then his eyes settled on the motionless bodies lying sprawled across the floor like broken dolls.
Ryuiji, with his eyes still wide open in terror and mouth gaping in shock. Blood forming a puddle around his body and dripping from countless wounds. His neck was at an impossible angle and his crushed hand seemed to still be reaching out for his daughter.
Kaida, her fragile body limp beside their father's with blood still pouring from an open wound across her chest. Brilliant red streaked her cheeks, mimicking a warped face paint design. Her hand was still clutching her beloved Usagi-chan. The blue bear had suffered a torn arm and a missing ear as well as being drenched in its owner's life.
And Akinori, curled into a wilted ball with clothes ripped and stained in blood. His hands were bleeding as if he had tried to claw at his assailant until his fingers were raw. His throat had small purple bruises blooming from when the attacker had choked him.
Ryuichi's mind went blank at the sight of his loved ones broken across the floor.
Then he screamed.
An eerie wailed that shook the walls and made him drop to his knees.
The Nightmare: End Flashbacks
Back to Present at Ryuichi's Home
Ryuichi let out a deep shuddering breath as he finished his story. Dropping his head into his arms, the singer continued to breathe heavily as nostalgia drained him.
Shuichi gawked at his lover, wide-eyed and shocked by the narrative. His pulse raced as his feeling overwhelmed him. The truth left him with so many mixed emotions... hurt, sadness, compassion, anger, and so much more.
Noriko narrowed her eyes slightly as she watched her fellow Grasper warily. Crossing her arm, she leaned forward in her seat to close some of the distance between Ryuichi and herself.
"Ryuichi? Nani...?" Concern laced the inquiry as the brown eyes darkened. The man remained unmoving and silent for another long moment before raising his head to return the gaze.
He knew what she was asking. He knew why she had that look on her face. And he knew she deserved an answer.
"It's fine, Noriko. That's the end." Surprise flashed through her eyes for just an instant, but it was gone almost immediately. A curt nod from the lavender-haired woman conveyed understanding.
Meanwhile, Shuichi remained oblivious to the exchange. He was staring at the pale blue walls, still stunned at the revelations shared within the past two hours.
Without even noticing, tears had formed inside his eyelids and were threatening to fall at any moment.
Oh, Kami-sama... doushite? Why did this have to happen to him? Why is it that everyone I love has been hurt so badly before? He didn't deserve this... so why?
The tears fell, leaving burning trails of saltwater running down his cheeks.
Ryuichi... gomen ne, Ryuichi. I'm sorry you had to suffer so. Ryuichi...Remembering his lover made him break off his thoughts abruptly. Turning to face the older man, he smiled sadly and his boyfriend.
Feeling the boy's gaze, the male Grasper turned and returned the heartbreakingly bittersweet expression. Seeing the tears, Ryuichi raised a hand to gently brush them away. Tilting his forehead until it touched with Shuichi's, he whispered softly.
"Don't cry, Shuichi. I didn't tell you this to make you sad. And I didn't do it to make you feel sorry for me either. I told you so I wasn't hiding anything from you anymore. Don't cry, koibito." Wrapping his arms around the boy's slender waist, Ryuichi pulled his lover into a comforting embrace.
Shuichi fell willingly into his boyfriend's arms. Hugging him back with renewed vigor, the younger singer managed to choke out an incoherent jumble of words.
"Ryuichi... I never knew... I-I can't... it shouldn't have happened... gomen ne... I was so selfish... didn't know... how bad... I have no right... gomen ne, Ryuichi... too cruel... it's not fair!" The blue-eyed man remained quiet as he buried his face in the pink hair.
Closing his eyes and breathing in the scent of the herbal shampoo preferred by both singers, he stroked the soft hairs above the boy's neck.
Just doing something as simple as that calmed Ryuichi's nerves faster than any sedative. Just being near Shuichi made the world seem okay again.
Even if it was only an illusion, it didn't matter. Ryuichi preferred this illusion to any reality he had ever known.
Because beyond the illusion, there was only a dream world spun of glass.
A dream world that could shatter at any given moment.
And once it shattered, the pieces were nothing but dangerous shards of reality.
Holding on tightly to his illusion of happiness, Ryuichi rocked his lover until Shuichi closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Just like he used to do for Kaida.
Later
After tucking the pink-haired boy into bed, Ryuichi brushed his lips across his lover's in the lightest of butterfly kisses. One last glance assured him that Bad Luck's vocalist was indeed sound asleep.
Closing the door softly, the Grasper walked softly into the living room where Noriko was still waiting.
Rising from her seat, the lavender-haired woman met her friend halfway until they fell into each other's arms in a desperate embrace.
Noriko gave a hitched sob that became muffled as she smothered her face in Ryuichi's shoulder. The vocalist trembled slightly as he finally began to release all the emotions he had hidden during his reminiscing.
Withdrawing her face from the singer's shoulder, the female keyboardist looked deeply into her friend's eyes.
"Ryuichi... I knew it was too soon."
The male shook his head, pain etched deeply in his features.
"Yeah, maybe you're right. The truth is a heavy burden to bear, and trying to hold all my burdens would break him."
"Are you trying to protect him, Ryu??" She brushed aside some stray lavender hairs away from her face.
"Yeah, I want to protect him more than anything else in the world. Demo..." He hesitated to continue, eyes darkening to an opaque hue of evergreen.
"But what?" Noriko prodded the singer to continue.
"I'm selfish... maybe that's why I told him this much in the first place. Cause I wanted him to be linked to me in some way. And it's cruel of me, I know. I shouldn't have- not for those reasons... but I needed to. I wanted to." Ryuichi averted his eyes so that they no longer made contact with the woman's.
"Do you need him... want him that badly? Is he that important to you?" The question held no malice, and yet they still made the vocalist flinch.
"Shuichi is... the most important person in my life. I'm afraid to lose him." Noriko paused to think for a moment, eyebrows crinkled in concern.
"If he's the most important person in your life, then why are you holding back?" Another long moment passed after Noriko's question before Ryuichi found his voice to answer.
"I'm afraid... how can I tell him...?" He stopped, unable to articulate his fear.
Noriko sighed heavily, torn at her fellow Grasper's dilemma.
"I see... you think he's going to change his mind after you tell him? Is that it?"
Ryuichi bowed his head, agreeing without words. Withdrawing from his friend's arms, the singer dropped himself onto the couch.
Turning his head towards the bedroom door where Shuichi lay sleeping, the vocalist gave a barely perceptible nod.
Noriko followed the direction of the man's view and sighed once again. Settling herself beside the singer, she raised her hand to try and rub away a growing tension headache.
"I don't know what to say, Ryu. I never thought this was a good idea in the first place. I was against it from the beginning. It's too risky. For Nittle Grasper, for Shuichi, and most importantly- for you."
Ryuichi leaned over and buried his face in his arms. He seemed to be tuning the keyboardist's voice out since there was absolutely no indication that he had heard her words.
"Ryuichi? Did you hear me?" Still no answer from the vocalist.
Noriko frowned slightly at being ignored. Rising to her feet with hands on hips, she tried one last time.
"Ryu? Hmph! I guess this is your way of saying this conversation is over, ne?"
She sighed in exasperation. Bending down to embrace her friend one last time, Noriko turned and headed for the door.
A soft click was heard as she locked the door with her spare key. The faint echo of footsteps was the last trace of the keyboardist.
Ryuichi had heard her. He had even listened. But he didn't want to.
Everyone seemed to have come to a consensus that the truth should never be spoken of ever again. And they were right. It was for good of all parties involved.
That's why Ryuichi had finished telling his story.
And yet he had to wonder... how would his story end?
Standing up suddenly, the singer made his way to the bedroom and opened the door. Peaking in, he could see his beloved sleeping deeply as a whispery intake of breath proved.
Smiling at the sight, his heart tightened painfully as he heard a muffled moan.
"Ryu... ki." Not knowing whether to be happy or depressed that his boyfriend was calling out a mixed name in his dream, Ryuichi settled for closing the door again.
Sitting against the door, the vocalist closed his eyes as a single thought rang through his head.
That wasn't the end.
TBC...
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