Yuki's reacting was nothing either of them would wait to see. Sakano had said what he wanted to say, arms folded against his chest, while he forced himself to move out of the door. Neither of them, Sakano or Hiroshi, wanted to be there when Shuichi woke up. Though Hiro himself thought it would be better if no one was there...but his best friend had been alone long enough. If he needed anyone, wanted to gaze upon anyone, it was definately Yuki. A few footsteps down the hallway, and Sakano would speak his mind. For the first time, Hiro witnessed a sense of anger coming from the other male, his fist clenched and pounding into the wall. " Calm down, Sakono-san...there was nothing we could do. We both know how Shuichi feels, and its none of out business the way he takes this relationship..." He knew he was wrong. It WAS his business, and he felt it was his business alone. His best friend had been cutting himself, for christs sakes! And where had he been? Playing the gutair? Flirting with a few females down the lane? He'd been goofing off, acting a total fool! While Shuichi sat in his bathroom, sobbing, probably calling out for him..

Hiro suddenly felt disguted with himself. He should have felt this way before, felt guilt and sorrow for being so oblivious to what was going on. " Its not even your fault, Sakano-san...if anything, its mine." Dark eyes would glance towards the ground, fingertips folded and unfolding in nervous gestures. " I feel as horrible as you do, Hiro-san. But as you said, this is not our problem anymore.." With that, Sakano would go his own way, leaving Hiroshi there to think. Before long, he would leave as well, fingers twitching for a fight.

Meanwhile..

" I didnt think you could drop to this level, Shuichi." Yuki's voice was..cold. Shuichi could hear it,could imagine how angry he was. The pink haired boy would crown, eyes fluttering open, the bright light obviously a bother to him. " Y...Yuki?" He speaks, voice cracking and horase. The older man was there, as was Kei. The american wasnt' going to leave, he had to make sure Yuki didnt do something stupid. He knew the older man longer than Shuichi had, if not from rumors, then personally. " Yeah. The Yuki you supposedly loved." He'd speak, uncaring of Kei's presence. " Cutting yourself? Is that how you prove your love, Shuichi?" His question had caught the boy off gaurd, opened eyes going closed once more. God, he felt horrible, and Yuki was only making it worse.

Kei would step up to base, one hand quickly clasping Shuichi's. " Go back to sleep, Shuichi. Yuki will be here when you wake up." While lowering his voice, he turned to the angered novelist, his own eyes glistening dangerously. " I'll kill you if you continue to look at me like that. Get out of here. I'll have the nurses call you when he wakes up again. Until then, you can sit outside." Kei took out his usual gun, finger on the trigger, pointed in Yuki's direction. " And if you still believe I'm fucking around with you, try testing me." Kei normally never got THIS angry. But his star-to-be was injured, and the jerk of a novelist could only think to insult him? No, not in the americans presence. Where he came from, Shuichi would be pittied, but Kei felt not only that, but a need to protect the pink haired idol.

With a grunt, Yuki would smirk. He expected the other to leave? Please, Yuki would stand his ground. " Shoot me. I'm sure Shuichi would forgive you in a few generations." He smirks to himself, even more so when Kei dropped the gun. "...As of right now, I'm dissapointed in you, Yuki. At first, I thought you could do better. But it seems, once again, I was incorrect." With this said, and Yuki's pride barely grazed, Kei would take his leave. Before leaving the doorframe, he'd speak once more, which left Yuki to think." You sure you care about Shuichi? If thats the case, be here when he wakes up. Instead of pressuring him, why dont you change your attitude and suck it up a bit? He needs you, and I'm guessing you should learn to need him. Quickly."

Yuki's face had twisted into three different expressions. Anger, hate, and a tad bit of sadness. Slowly, he would turn to Shuichi, who had fallen back asleep. Yuki would lift a hand, letting his palm run over the smooth, soft flesh of his lover. With a frown, he asked himself softly, " How could I have treated you like that, Shuichi...?"

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I know I havent' updated in a long while, but I've got stuff to do, people! Like role-play...yeah, role-playings awesome. Plus, I'm overly excited about the new Hellsing Ova's coming out. Oh yeah! So pardon if I dont post as much..I think I'm going to do one-shots from now on, hopefully I'll finish this..

Love - Neko-chibi.