1 Please Yuki, let me in. I really need you right now.
"Sure." he mumbled taking hold of my arm gently and leading me over to the couch. Beer cans scattered across the room, spilled across the floor, cigarettes lying there, untouched.
I can picture Yuki being upset, throwing beer at the wall, throwing his cigarettes down harshly. Just because of me...
"I didn't know any company was going to be over." Yuki said helping me sit down on the couch. "So that guy who was all happy joy did this to you?"
He sat down next to me, bringing his hand through his blonde hair and sighing.
"Yeah." I whispered turning my gaze from the floor to the novelist.
"It seems like he hit you hard, did he do anything besides that?"
"No.."
He looked at me, his golden eyes showing at touch of worried thoughts. I leaned my head on his broad shoulder. I have always felt so safe leaning against him. Thinking that if I stayed this way, nothing would steal him away from me, while I would tell him about my day, as he would nod and agree with me while looking at the wall. It felt as if I was taken away in my own world, just him and me, sweeping me into a river of thoughts leading me to think about all the times I had with Yuki, I would smile and jump on him. Telling him I loved him.
"I don't even know why he got so mad at me." I said bringing my thoughts back to the real world. "All I did was turn my head away from him. Then he grabbed me, and started to beat me. I think it was because he knew I still love you."
I wrapped my frail bruised arms around Yuki's waist, twisting my myself over onto his lap. The bruises didn't hurt as much anymore, so I knew I would be fine. "Yuki, tell me you love me. I need to hear it again." I mumbled into his chest, bringing in the smell that has always been on him.
There was silence, I could tell he was thinking, he never started to talk when thinking about something serious. But was this a serious matter?
"I love you..." He said slowly.
"Do you mean it?"
"Yeah, I do."
I started to cry. Just to know that how much I tried to make him happy, or make him impressed by my singing, that it was already there. To come home to him, wanting to be with him for every second I could. I would watch him while singing at my concerts, giving it all that I had, people singing along and screaming. Not once have I ever tried to impress the crowd when Yuki stood in it, but Yuki. I was trying to impress Yuki with all my heart. He would watch me spill my heart out for him, and probably not know it, or ever will.
I wanted to stop crying, to show Yuki that I can be strong, but I can never do it, I would always need him by my side.
A soft hand wiped away my tears, pulling my head gently towards him, bringing me into a kiss. His lips feeling so warm together with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth.
I pulled back, looking strait into his eyes, energy starting to pump through my veins. "I'm sorry that I left you Yuki, I wasn't thinking that I still loved you. I was just mad." I said scratching the back of my head and plastered a sheepish grin onto my face.
He glared at me, with the same eyes that I was looking at when I first met him. Like I didn't know him all over again, not able to predict what he was going to do next. I needed to do something, it was weird seeing him this way.
"Yuki...are you okay? You seem a little pale..." I said bringing my hand up to his forehead, brushing the hair out of his eyes and putting my hand above his eyes. "You don't seem to be running a fever, is something bothering you? Yuki?"
"You scared me when you left me, you know." He said moving his head away from my hand.
"What?"
"When you left me, I got worried I would never get to see you again. I was afraid I wouldn't find someone as perfect as you."
He looked up at the ceiling, leaning against the back on the couch.
"Yuki.."
He never acted this way. He never have opened up to me before. Was I really important to him?
I smiled.
"Yuki, you can be so cute!" I squealed wrapping my arms around his waist and giving him a tight hug. "No matter how much girls want you, or want to marry you, or don't want us together, I won't let them. Your mine. And I won't let you go. Not now, not ever."
I pointed up my index finger waving it around in front of Yuki's face. "Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine."
"Okay." Yuki replied. "I'm yours, and your mine. I get it. You can't shut up now."
I woke up to the lights shining through the window, I rubbed my eyes, swinging my feet over the edge of the bed. I turned my head towards Yuki's side of the bed. His head buried deep in the pillow, snoring lightly. I smiled.
"Everyone says that he looks beautiful when sleeping, but really, all I see is someone who is a bed bug." I giggled to myself, going over to the dresser and pulling on some clothes. I looked over to the clock, I still had 30 minutes till work. I thought I would pay a little visit there to show that I was okay, and there was no need to worry about me. I looked in the mirror that was hanging about the dresser.
Maybe they would think I wouldn't be okay from all the bruises on my face. But really, I was fine.
I pulled on my jacket, and shoes, then heading out the door.
I stopped at the front of the NG building. Thinking of what they will tell me. That I was gone too long and so im kicked out of the band? I walked in slowly, listening to all the phones ring and chattering of people before going down the hall to the recording studio. I stopped at the door, taking a deep breath and opening it.
I looked at Hiro, K, and Suguru, have their back to me, watching the news.
"Yesterday," The news lady was saying. "We got on tape, of what looked like the singer from Bad Luck, Shuichi Shindou, leave a house. Here's the tape."
It switched scenes to me running out of the house, crying. "No way! That is Shuichi!" Hiro said jumping up and moving closer to the screen. "What happened to him? He seems like he got some beating." Suguru replied also standing up. "He is still here..." Hiro whispered touching the screen.
"Um... You guys..." I croaked stepping in and shutting the door. I cleared my throat, stepping in towards the couch. They all turned there heads, staring at me in disbelief.
"Shuichi!" Hiro said jumping over the couch and giving me a tight hug. "Where the hell did you go? We all asked Mr. Yuki, but he just kept saying he didn't know."
"Because he didn't." I said bringing myself apart from Hiro. "I'm sorry everyone, I just needed to get away." I bowed them.
"So who gave you the bruises, Shuichi." K said tilting my head up so he could examine them.
"O-Oh...well...uh..It was someone who I was staying with."
"I see. Where does this person live?" K said taking out his gun.
"You don't need to do that! I'm okay now, and I don't think im ever going to see him again." I said waving my hand around. K sighed, putting away his gun.
"So are you ready to work now?" Suguru asked irritated.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
So how did you like it? I hope I didn't do such a horrible job at it. Heh. But I am trying. Yes I am.
