Ch. 2. Eternally Yours

Hey everyone... thanks for reviewing :huge smile: Well, a few things about this chapter: In the manga, there's only one man who offers Kitazawa ten dollars for Eiri, but in the Anime, there are two. So that's why there's two in this fanfiction. Just thought you ought to know.


It was a huge apartment, but a quiet one, as well. Geometric paintings decorated the walls, and -thanks to Shuichi- some writing awards were now framed and visible to all who visited Eiri Yuki's apartment.

Not that many people visited.

Mika used to come all the time, when she was trying to convince Yuki to marry Ayaka. And Tatsuha had come here, that one time he tried to molest Shuichi, of course. And who could possibly forget Aizawa's charming visit?

But still... Eiri thought, miserably. I'm still that lonely 'American' kid I always was. Even Seguchi thought I was mixed when he first met me. In fact, the only person who ever knew I was Japanese was... him...

He felt quite silly, not being able to think the man's name. After all, it had been seven years, this coming April. Seven long, excruciating years. Eiri smiled, bitterly, remember how terrified he had been, the night he had spent in that hospital. After Seguchi found him, his hands covered in blood, holding a handgun, the young keyboardist had taken him to New York Medical Center. All Eiri could remember was that he had cried the whole way. And Seguchi had cried with him.

He lay awake, that long night. For he felt that if he closed his eyes, even for a second, he'd open them to see the tutor standing over him, his eyes glazing over with anger and passion.

And that voice... that damn voice...

He didn't know which voice he hated more; his immaturesixteen year old voice, or his tutor's silky one. That voice...

Really, when he thought about it, Kitazawa -he cringed at the name- hadn't said anything strange to him before he died. Being the son of a priest didn't help Eiri's childish fears, and he had awoken many times during his sixteenth year, in cold sweat, feeling ghostly hands reach for him. But he had always been hallucinating, or dreaming, and as he entered seventeen, the hands stopped, the voices stopped, and he began to block out all emotion.

Sighing, Eiri tried his best to recall exactly what had happened that night. Clicking the save button on his laptop, he leaned back in his chair and closed his golden eyes.

The man... the man with the light auburn hair... gasping, as the bullet entered his chest...

His pearly white shirt becoming stained with vermillion droplets...

The other two men... lunging for the young boy with the gun...

And then, he had shot them too. Because he was scared. And had no other alternative.

The phone rang.

Eiri scowled and reached for it, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hello?" He answered nonchalantly, as if he had not just been recalling the memories that had turned him into such a cold-hearted novelist.

"Is this Mr. EiriYuki?" A quiet voice could be heard on the other end, and Eiri thought for a minute it might be Seguchi.

But then again, Seguchi Tohma never ever called Eiri by his penname. Not once, not ever. Seguchi had always been careful about that.

"Who is this?" Eiri asked, not without a touch of rudeness.

"Ah. I'm terribly sorry. I believe you know me: Fujisaki Suguru? I'm part of your..." Suguru paused for a moment, looking for the right word. "Of your... companion's band." He finished. Eiri smirked; he could just see the expression on Fujisaki's face now. Companion? That made Shuichi sound like a dog.

Although, that was a pretty decent adjective for the boy.

Eiri shook his head, smiling faintly. "You're that green-haired shrimp... Seguchi's cousin?"

The boy on the other end bristled. "Yes, I am Seguchi's cousin..." Suguru said, choosing to ignore the shrimp comment. "I was wondering if Mr. Shindou had arrived at home yet?"

"That damn brat isn't home yet, thank God..." Eiri said. "And how the hell did you get this number?"

"Mr. Sakano gave it to me. I was to call and remind Mr. Shindou of our practice tomorrow. He has been a bit... loose with the band."

"Huh. If I remember, I'll tell him." Eiri said, shrugging.

"Please do remember.We're in a bit of a tight spot. Mr. K. is currently trying to get our band a slot on a new music sh-"

Eiri hung up, cutting off the annoying shrimp. He mentally reminded himself to change his phone number. It wasn't like he needed members of Bad Luck calling here too.

Speaking of Bad Luck, where was the brat? Eiri checked the small clock on his desk. Shuichi should have been home half an hour ago. Unworriedly, Eiri stood and walked to the kitchen, mulling over what to make for dinner. He'd barely decided on two cups of microwaveable ramen (he hadn't been to the grocery store in a week) when a frantic knock came at his door.

"Yuki? Yukiiii!" Shuichi's voice rammed against Eiri's door, giving the novelist a headache.

"What the hell's wrong with you! I'm coming!" Eiri yelled back, rubbing his temples. The golden haired man walked to the front door and pulled it open, revealing the panting vocalist.

"Sorry I'm late... some jerk knocked me over on the train!" Shuichi mumbled, rubbing his own head. "I hate old people."

Eiri suppressed a smile. "Whatever. I'm going to the store; cook your own dinner, if you're hungry."

"Can I come with you?"

"No."

"Aw, come on!" Shuichi whined. "We never do things as a couple anymore!"

"We never did those things to begin with!" Eiri argued, his temper flaring. He was about to go into one of his rants, when the phone rang again.

"Oh shoot... I gave Hiro our number, just in case he ever needed to call..." Shuichi said, flushing. Eiri glared.

"Yeah, and Seguchi's errand boy gave that short kid my number too!" The novelist frowned at his lover, grabbing his long coat from the hook by the door.

"Sorry, sorry..." Shuichi mumbled, picking up the phone. "Eiri Yuki's residence, Shindou speaking!" The pink haired youth listened for a moment, then his eyes grew wide. "Oh my God! How did you get this number!"

"Who is it?" Eiri mouthed, curious. Shuichi waved him away, which surprised the writer.

"Yeah, that's right! Mm-hm! How are things? God, I haven't talked to you in forever!" Shuichi laughed. "You watch the news? Aw, I know! How lucky am I! Don't worry, you're still my number one!"

Eiri stopped putting on his coat. Number one? Who the hell was the brat talking to?

"Tomorrow night? Sure, no problem! What time... around seven, maybe?" Shuichi chattered on, Eiri's anger rising higher and higher until he finally couldn't contain himself. Angrily, he grabbed the phone. He deserved to know just who was asking his lover out on a date. Eiri lifted the phone to his ear, ready to give whoever it was an earful. But as he opened his mouth, the person on the other line continued speaking, unaware that Shuichi no longer possessed the phone.

"Seven's perfect, sweetie! God, I can't wait to see you! It's been so long..." The female on the other end sighed. "I've missed you so much, darling!"

Eiri dropped the phone.