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Warning: contains language usage and mild OOC

Well here's chapter three of Words That Hurt Us: Fan

Shuichi's POV

I was dreaming…

I dreamt that Yuki was cold… so cold. Nothing I did would make him warm again. Nothing I did would make him open his eyes… the amber eyes that held so many secrets. I clutch at his body, ignoring the blood that sluggishly crept from his chest. How could his body be so cold, and his blood be so warm? I don't know how things ended up this way, how they could end up this way. I told him I would protect him from anything, and yet… I had failed him in the end. There were others around us but right then I didn't see anything other than Yuki. I was crying, blinded by my tears. I felt someone trying to pull me away from Yuki, but I wouldn't let go, I would never let go.

I felt someone squeezing my arm so tightly that fresh tears began to fall over my already tear soaked face. Opening my eyes it took me a minute to bring the room into focus. I tried to push away the person grabbing me but my arms felt too heavy to move. "Stop… it hurts," my voice cracked.

"You're awake at last" A voice said coldly, and I assumed it was the person who had a hold of me. "You sleep like a dead man, but dead men don't cry, you do," they told me releasing my arm. I couldn't see them; I guess they were standing behind me.

Where the hell am I? Wait better yet, how the hell did I get here? Who was this person, I didn't recognize the voice, and maybe this is someone's idea of a joke.

"Where am I?" I asked trying once again to move. "You're here," was the calm reply. "W-what the hell is that suppose to mean?" I shouted, then remembering that this was probably a joke I laughed. "Sorry, so really, where am I?" I tried again. "I told you, you are here," they spoke slower as if they thought I didn't understand the first time. "Okay then, who are you?" I asked hoping he would answer at least one of my questions. "A fan" was all he said.

Ooookay, so maybe K-san paid some guy to do this, I mean, I have ditched work for three days. Maybe I should have called him, but I didn't think K-san would go this far.

"A fan… that's nice." I said happily. "You just don't seem to get it do you, god they were right, you are slow in the head," he said, and I knew for sure now that it was indeed a male voice.

"That wasn't very nice!" I began to cry again. "Stop that!" he yelled grabbing my arm again, which didn't help my tears. "Hey what was that for? Okay the jokes over, let me go." I said.

"A joke?" He began to laugh; it was a cold laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "My sweet boy, do you really think that this is a joke?"

It was then that I discovered why I couldn't move; my arms were tied to the arms of the chair I was sitting in. Why would they need to tie me up? "Did K-san put you up to this?" I asked trying to tug my arms free. "No, although your manager was getting pretty upset by your absence, "he told me. "Then it was Hiro, o-or Tohma?" Who would do something like this? He laughed again, "Tohma, ha, he wouldn't get someone else to do his dirty work; he likes to do it himself." It was true, when Taki from ASK had messed with Yuki, it was Tohma that put a stop to it.

I was seriously freaked out by this point. Maybe this isn't a joke!

"Yuki?" It was a question.

I could almost feel him smiling behind me, "Ah yes, the handsome Eiri Yuki." Wait did he just say handsome? "No he didn't set this up… but he did cause it." He told me. "Yes, the charming Eiri Yuki, popular romance novelist, stealer of lady's hearts." As he said this he ran his hand through my hair, "but you, you're the one who stole his heart." "What does he see in you, you're loud, you cry, and frankly I just can't stand you!" He yelled grabbing a handful of hair and tugging, pulling my head back.

I looked up into cold eyes, so blue they appeared to be made of ice. His face would have been handsome if not for the nasty sneer that spread upon it. Silver hair cascaded down to end at his shoulders. My god, he's only my age!

"Why…are you…doing this? I thought you… were a fan," I asked through the pain. He let go of my hair and slowly walked around to face me. He was muttering to himself, but I caught words like "see in you…ugly…and mine." He cupped a hand to my cheek almost lovingly, then began to laugh again as he dug his nails into my cheek and pulled his hand down, gauging deep cuts into the side of my face. "Why am I doing this," he repeated, still laughing, "I never said I was a fan of yours."

Yuki's POV

"Eiri, calm down, I have not seen Shindo-san." Tohma told me. "Tohma you don't know where he is then?" I asked again my temper rising. "As I have said before Eiri, I do not know where Shindo-san is." "Then your of no use to me" I shouted and slammed the phone down. It was already noon of the day after I sent Shuichi to Hiro's, and no one had seen or heard from him. Hiro was out searching the streets; K-san accompanying him. Fujisaki was at the studio, incase he showed up there, and I was making phone call after phone call trying to find someone that might have seen him. And I was having no luck.

I know I upset Shuichi but I thought he had gotten over it. Maybe I was wrong? No, Shuichi definitely didn't disappear because of our 'misunderstanding.' But he hadn't even shown up at Hiro's place. So something must have happened to him between my house and Hiro's.

Dammit! What could have happened to him? Hit by a car? Mugged? Kidnapped… hell no, who would want to kidnap an annoying brat? Maybe… maybe someone had gotten a hold of him again and had raped him. No! If that was the case, then I'll find whoever did it, and make sure that when they die, they'll think Hell is Heaven compared to what I did to them.

Why does this always happen to us? We fight, and then one disappears for awhile. Yup it seemed to be a habit of ours.

But my thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone.

"Hello." I asked hopping that I would hear Shuichi's voice on the other end.

"Hello, Eiri-san." It was Suguru Fujisaki.

"What do you want?" I snapped

"Well, I received a strange message here at the studio; I thought you should hear it."

"What the hell are you talking about? What the fuck do I care about a message?"

"Before you bite my head of even further, let me play the message for you." Was the boy's reply.

"Hello there, I'm assuming someone from the band Bad Luck will be receiving this message, and I do hope that they will pass it on to Yuki-sama." The voice was cold and held a hint of laughter and mockery. "By now you're probably wondering where your golden boy Shindo-san is," he paused to laugh, a cold laugh that made me shiver, "well don't worry, he's safe with me…for now. But I was simply calling to introduce myself; Hello I am a fan, nothing more, my name is of no importance now. I hope I'll be talking to you guys again, until next time."

"That's all I'm afraid, Eiri-san," it was Fujisaki's voice on the other end once again.

"What the fuck was that suppose to mean?" I yelled

"I'm not quite sure, however I have the message recorded and Seguchi-san has a copy. I don't know what he intends to do about the situation"

"You gave Tohma a copy! Dammit!" Then calming down (just a little bit) I asked "May I also have a copy of that message, and any others like it that come in?"

"Of course"

"All right then, goodbye" I hung up the phone.

So someone had taken my Shuichi. I hate it when people touch my stuff without asking.

A/N: Its me again, so Shuichi has been kidnapped, what will Eiri do now? Isnt that fan a little scary? Anyway, please review.