Tornado: Hiya peeps! I hope you liked chapter 1, I think it's a different way to look at Eiri's past. On with the fic.


Intoxicated Adultry and Resurrection

His blood had reached its boiling point. After nearly two years of living with Suichi Shindou, he had yet to succeed in convincing him that he needed private time to write. Though this was their first true fight, it seemed as though they had argued over this subject many times before.

"Where did you go yesterday! I was worried sick about you, and now this morning I find out that you were with some woman!!! What is going on, Eiri!!" the pink-haired boy screamed for across the room.

Eiri Yuki had had just about enough of his mindless ranting. Sure, yesterday he had gotten out of the house and escaped to a local Starbucks to finish his novel because he was a week past deadline, and there he had met his ex lover from New York. They had chatted about the past, and all Eiri had done was give her his phone number and address in case she needed an ear for listening to her problems. Of course, he had already told his lover this, making sure he had danced around the true nature of their relationship, just as he had done when describing his relationship with Tohma. That was the past, and it wouldn't hurt Suichi if he didn't know that.

"Suichi, I told you this once already! I went to Starbucks to finish my novel, and there I met an old friend, who I had known when I was in New York. We talked, and I gave her my phone number so she could call me. That's it!" Eiri yelled, attempting to cover the ultimate frustration that was washing over him.

"Can I trust you? Lately you've been running off at odd hours of the night to go for 'walks', but you don't come back until the next morning? How do I know that you aren't off fucking some bimbo?" the younger man screamed.

"You don't!! But I would've thought by now that you could trust me, but I guess I was wrong. You know what, forget it! I'm leaving, and I won't be back until tomorrow!! So don't wait up," Eiri answered as he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

He extracted the keys to his Mercedes from his pocket as he climbed into the car. The engine purred, and he whipped out of the driveway not noticing the sad face of his young pop star lover watching. He didn't know where he'd go, nor did he care at the moment. All he wanted to do was get away from the feeling of betrayal that was creeping into his chest. The same feeling that had drove him to the unforgivable act of murder only eight years prior.

He was vaguely aware of the tears that were streaming down his young, pale face. He thought that Suichi loved him. He had proclaimed it enough that Eiri had begun to believe the squirt. Now, he was second guessing that same feeling the boy had claimed since the first day the two had met. Maybe he did just want sex or money, but why waste two years of your life just to get those things. It's not like we're married so he can't claim have of my possessions. Is this payback for all the shit I put him through in the beginning? Why wait this long? Did he really want to hurt me that badly? Or was it something else that I missed somewhere along the way? One thing is for certain though; I've never felt like this before. This is a new kind of pain that betrayal can't even measure to. Perhaps it is failure. But why should I care? It's not like I love him anyway. Do I?

He parked the car along the street directly under a streetlight. It was not that he was afraid of the dark or the numerous creatures that lurked in it, but on this night, he was not welcoming a fight. There was only one other car in sight: a light blue Mustang that appeared to have a very loving owner. Eiri thought nothing of the car other than it was a beautiful machine. He stared down one of the park's infinite paths, allowing his eyes to adjust to the shadow blanket that covered it. Such meaning lie within the shadows on this fateful night. He had always solved his emotional problems when there was darkness and the feeling of solitude. Perhaps, this is where I am supposed to have my great epiphany.

He ventured down the winding dim path, enjoying all the macabre beauty surrounding him. Despite the fact that he was a romance writer, he never really cared to read that type of book. Writing was his job. Despite all that he had been taught, he never found writing to be that escape from reality. He found that it was a way to deal with the chaos around him. His reading was his escape. He never cared to read the repetition of the "reality" books that were littering the bookstore. He preferred to read something novel, which was an entirely new approach to taking life lessons and incorporating them into totally out of the ordinary books. He admired those writers who were bold enough to go out on a limb and write something that could cause them great fame for their "ingenious" ideas or be ridiculed and classified as psychotic.

The more he thought about his relationship with Suichi, the more he wished that he had brought one of his myriad of books in his library, but he had been blinded by anger and hurt, so that thought had not been of great importance. His head was thundering. This is the one time I wish that I could talk to Tohma. He may be a shark now, but he is the only person that knows me well enough to be of any help. No offense to me or anything, but I'm shitty company.

"That's alright, Eiri," he told himself out loud. "No one needs the displeasure of your company."

"Eiri, is that you?" a feminine voice asked somewhere, remaining masked in the darkness.

"Whose there?" I asked the night air, hoping that I wasn't going any crazier than I already was.

"Eiri, it's me. It's Tora."

A tall girl stepped out of the shadows. She had a pale face and black hair that was highlighted and tipped in bright blue, which matched the color of her eyes. He had wished for someone who knew him well enough to talk. Someone in the high regions of heaven had heard his plea to himself and decided that he had earned the right to have a little mercy shed upon him. An angry swarm of rage swept his senses. This was that same girl that he had met yesterday and caused him and Suichi to have a fight. He was about to launch a brutal banter, but something stopped him. Logic overcame the emotional outburst and managed to quiet it. The girl stared at him in pure concern. He gave her a reassuring nod, signifying that whatever hate he had felt at that moment had passed.

"What are you doing here this late at night? Shouldn't you be home with your lover?" she asked him.

"Well, Suichi and I sort of got in a fight. A big one."

"You want to talk about it?"

"If you don't mind listening to the rants of a psychopath."

"I'm not going to be the one talking, you are."

He smiled slightly at the small attempt at enlightening the moment with comic relief. He shook his head at the way she had used one of the key elements in writing and applied it to reality. Tora Lireal was one of the only writers that Eiri could stand to be around for more than five minutes. She was one of those bold writers that he had been thinking about just moments before. She was a world-renowned sci-fi/ fantasy writer as his research had provided, and her novels were printed in over a dozen different languages on three different continents.

"Well, lately my… condition has gotten worse, so I take walks at night to help clear my mind and regain control. Suichi has been suspicious, but he never mentioned any discomfort to me. Well, yesterday when you and I met up, he didn't know that I was working on my book, not like's its any of his business anyway, but when he saw that you and I had been together from the TV(remember the reporter? Yeah she squealed), he went off half cocked that I was cheating on him with you. He just jumped to conclusions without letting me explain. Usually it's me that doesn't give him a chance to give his input. It's weird to have the tables turned."

"You think that this is karma coming back to bite you in the ass?"

"Right now, I don't know what to think. I've been so wary of people since… you know, and just when I finally think I've found someone that is worthy of my trust, he doesn't trust me."

"Can I ask you something without you getting upset? Why do you care if he trusts you? You never cared if anyone trusted you or liked you or anything like that. So why start now? Or does this guy mean that much to you?"

He stopped. His eyes averted to the ground, which suddenly seemed very appealing. He could feel the heat of concern that the lady's eyes were emitting. He would have had no problem admitting fondness hat he held for Suichi had he and the girl not had the history that they did. He had once told Tohma that the sixteen-year-old-Eiri still existed, but he never showed it. At that point in time, this had been true. Only Tohma could make old habits resurface, but he never could make old feelings reawaken. This girl did. She knew that he had loved Yuki, but what she and Tohma hadn't known was that Eiri loved them more than he had loved Yuki. Yuki tore him apart because he had murdered him. He had simply left the duo. For six years, he had convinced himself that he was happy with his life. It had taken Suichi to truly make it so.

"I love Suichi. More than I loved Yuki. I'm happy now," he whispered.

"That may be, but your relationship is far from perfect. You have communication problems in general, and unless Suichi can read your eyes the way that Tohma and I can, he never knows what your thinking. If I'm right, which I think I am, he's always stabbing in the dark, trying to figure out how you feel and molding his actions to keep you happy. This doesn't only take a toll on him; it has a big impact on you. Why? Because you are easily angered by anything that doesn't pertain to your mood. Now can you honestly tell me that there are no flaws in your relationship?"

"Since when did you become a relationships expert? When did you get a psychological degree?"

"I don't need one to know the way your mind works or the way you react to certain situations. Why are you getting all defensive with me? Eiri, all I'm doing is trying to help you or don't you want my help?"

"I'm sorry. I just am not myself. The fight, the novel, and my other personality, they're all factors in why I am so uptight. Hey, I need a huge favor. Can I crash at your place for the night? The only other place I have to go is Tohma's, and that is the last place that I want to stay. God only knows what advice Mika would give me."

"Only under one condition: you buy us some booze."

He smirked, nodding his head in agreement. He knew that he could drink like a fish, and there was not a trace of doubt in his mind that Tora was lacking in that skill either. Tora vanished into the shadows, returning with the leather case that contained her laptop. She explained that she had come out here for inspiration, and Eiri expressed his empathy. They meandered back to their cars, and Tora led the way to the liquor store and finally to her apartment.

Eiri admired the residence as he entered the room. There was a large, black leather couch situated in front of a plasma TV, and the kitchen contain black granite floors and countertops, which were supported by mahogany cabinets. A darkened glass table sat in the center of the room with four wrought iron chairs situated around it. He commented to his companion that her job not only put food on the table but also allowed her to enjoy the small amenities that most were denied. She grinned demonically, setting up a bar-like structure with the alcohols stretched along the vast counters. She got both herself and Eiri a glass, and they began their drinking expedition.

"So you know about my love life, tell me a little about yours? Is there anyone special out there that you have it in deep for?" Eiri asked, taking a sip of whiskey.

"Lately, I've been striking out with the men. They get in my pants for one night, and then the next day, there's not a trace. I haven't had a stable relationship in three years. The closest I've come was one with a lawyer that lasted about a month. I scared him off when I stayed up for four days straight without leaving my office for nothing other than food and bathroom. I had brainstorm and wasn't about to let it get away," she stated sadly, sipping her drink.

"The last steady relationship that I had was about three years ago with the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar company. He was a year senior to me, but that didn't stop us from connecting. We started living together about a month after we first met. It was good for a long time. Except, he, like you and Tohma, never really expressed what he was truly feeling. I tried to read his expressions through his eyes, but being a CEO, he had long since mastered the tricks of concealment. After a while, it got to me, and I began to spy on him. What I uncovered was a secret relationship between him and his work. He was a workaholic. Engaged to his job. We had a fight one night, much like the one that you and Mr. Shindou just had, and it went just like this. I crawled to a friend's house, got drunk, and ended up sleeping with him. He found me the next morning in bed with my friend naked and ended it on the spot.

"Is it my fate to be alone? Am I not good enough for a husband or someone that cares about me? Am I that horrible to bear? Or is this punishment for what I have done in the past? Perhaps it is simply that I am not pretty enough or good enough in bed or worth anybody wasting time on. Damn it, Eiri! I'm not perfect, but don't I deserved to be loved the way that you and Tohma are loved?" she cried, slightly slurring her words fromt eh alcohol she was consuming.

"You are loved," Eiri whispered, taking the girl in his arms. "Tohma and I both love you."

"As friends," she choked out. "But not romantically. You love Suichi as you claimed earlier, and Tohma...well he loves his wife, Mika."

"I can guarantee you that Tohma will trade you for Mika in an instant. Their marriage was out of convenience. They don't give a damn about each other outside of friendship. As for me, well… Eiri Yuki doesn't love you; he loves Suichi, but Eiri Uesugi does."

She stared into his golden eyes, fighting the desperate urges she felt to kiss him. His face was pulled towards hers by invisible magnetic forces until their lips smashed together. Passion beyond the realms of human understanding had been resurrected, clawing its way from the graveyard. Eiri's hands began to explore her body, marveling at the change that had occurred since he had last touched her. Their tongues danced as Tora's hands began to wander across the unfamiliar territory of his ripped body. Neither felt guilty about the act they were preparing to commit, but then again, one never is when enamored with old emotions and intoxicated. And so what transpired in that next hour was a deed that could not been undone or shamed, at least not in their minds.

Eiri awoke with his body pressed against another unidentified one. His head was throbbing from the toxins that he had consumed earlier, and his need for nicotine was stimulated to the unbearable point. Though he did not remember at the moment, he knew that this need was caused by only one thing: sex, but hadn't he and Suichi just gotten into a fight? Why would he be in bed with him? Then he remembered the walk in the park and his meeting with Tora. He began to shake his head, ashamed by his actions. He was confused. Never had he felt those feelings before, but yet they were clear in his mind as he recalled the forgotten night.

He slid from the bed, sure not make a sound to wake the slumbered, and went to the bathroom. He splashed water on his face as he looked into the mirror. For the first time in nearly seven years, he was not wondering who he was. He didn't feel like he was a façade anymore. He felt complete like he did in New York with the girl and Tohma. This revelation frightened him, yet he knew that she was the source of the change. Something accepted that fact and instructed him to return to her bed, which he complied to its wishes. There he slept peacefully, but instantly began missing his magenta haired lover. There will be much to discuss at breakfast tomorrow, he thought drifting into sleep.


Tornado: yay! Another chapter done. R&R.