If Only I Loved You More

Chapter 9: Someone to Die On

Authors Note: I wanted to apologize for taking so long in getting this next chapter up. I've had a very busy week and have been suffering from an extreme case of writer's block! Don't you hate it when that happens? They should make pills for that or something.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters. I'm glad you enjoy the story!

Throws confetti Im celebrating the fact that I've actually reached chapter 9. On half of my stories, I never go past chapter 3! Woot woot. Go me!

Anyway, enough excuses and rambling. Here's the next chapter!

WARNING: This chapter might be a bit confusing!

Yuki pushed Maxwell's limp body off of his own, wincing slightly.

Hiraji ignored Yuki and quickly dropped to his friend's side. "Shit. Damn Max! Get up" He demanded, but the blonde didnt move. Hiraji rested his hand on the gun wound on Maxwell's chest and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "Bastard" he muttered, turning to look up at the one at the door. "You freakin' killed him!."

Hiraji stood up, his hands balled into fists at his sides. He took large breaths as he tried to calm his anger. "I'm gonna-"

"Please, don't move"

Hiraji stared for a moment, then laughed, taking a step foward. "What, you gonna shoot me too?" He took another step foward. At this point, his mind was completely cluttered by his anger, and he wasn't thinking clearly. "Go ahead, take the shot" he taunted. "Bitch, take the shot."

A suprised look consumed his face as a fist flew out, punching him across the face. He fell backwards onto the ground and rested on his elbows. He lifted a hand to touch his nose then pulled his hand away to look at the specks of blood.

"You dont attack a lady" Hiro spoke angrily, stepping over towards Hiraji and crouching down over him. "Especially my girlfriend" he added with narrowed eyes. Hiro punched him once more, "and you dont attack my best friend!".

With the second punch to the face, Hiraji let out a loud groan before falling flat on the ground, unconsious. Hiro stood up, and turned back to look at Ayaka, holding his hand out to her.

Ayaka dropped the gun and stood there for a moment, still in slight shock about the fact that she had fired a gun and taken someone's life. Once she snapped from her trance, she looked over to Shuichi's naked, abused body laying on the ground, curled up in a fetal position. She looked to Yuki, who sat on the ground in shock, blood staining the center of his shirt. She looked to the body of Maxwell laying lifeless on the ground.

She took Hiro's hand and allowed him to pull her to his chest, hugging her tightly. She rested against him for a brief moment, then pulled away. Suddenly, she felt tired and overwhelmed by what was going on around her. She wanted to go home and take a warm shower,go to sleep, and forget that any of this had ever happened. But she couldnt because there was someone there who needed her...even if he didnt love her.

"Yuki" she spoke gently, to avoid startling him. She reached out to him, "Are you alright?" she rested her hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Yuki stared up at her with cold,angry eyes. He felt cold and clammy. He raised his hand and shoved hers off his shoulder as he lifted himself onto his feet. "Dont touch me". His gaze turned over to Hiro who was crouching down next to Shuichi. "And get away from him"

Hiro began to protest, but the gaze that Yuki gave him made him back off. "Im going to call an ambulance"

"No. Im taking him home now" Yuki replied, taking off his jacket, but Hiro was already gone. Ayaka stood at the door as though she had intentions of stopping him if he tried to leave with the wounded boy.

"I will make you move if I have to Ayaka" Yuki told her, though he kept his eyes on his silent lover. "I'm very pissed off right now. Don't make me take it out on you"

Ayaka didnt respond. She knew that Yuki was telling the truth. He could easily make her move.

Yuki picked Shuichi up once he wrapped him up in the jacket he had been wearing and stopped. Shuichi felt so warm, so sweaty. He looked rather pale as well. "Shu" Yuki said to him. "Look at me"

The boy didnt look at Yuki. Instead, he turned slowly, curling up in Yuki's arms, resting his head against Yuki's chest, "It hurts" he said gently.

Yuki looked down upon his little idiot, but didnt say anything. What was there to say? This was all his fault? If he hadn't been so rude to Shuichi, if he hadn't pushed him away, Shuichi would have never had the urge to leave. He would have never opened his doors to Hiraji and Max. He would have never ended up here.

"Stop complaining, brat" he whispered, holding him closer to his chest.

"Yuki..I'm sorry" Shuichi then said slowly. "I-I was weak...I called for you...I made you re-live something terrible"

"Shut up, idiot" Yuki replied sharply. "None of this is your fault"

"Then whose is it?" Hiro asked, re-entering the old appartment, followed by two men dressed in light blue. One carried a medical bag, while the other pulled the stretcher along. The two men were followed by another four men, each pair with stretchers.

Yuki glared at Hiro. He had told Hiro not to call for help, but he did it anyway. What was his problem?

One of the men approached Yuki and pointed to the stretcher. "We're going to take him now sir". The stretcher was pulled over so that Yuki could set Shuichi down. Yuki began to, reluctantly, but Shuichi held onto his shirt.

"Yuki..I dont want to go to a hospital..."

"Shh. They're going to fix you up. Let them do their job" Yuki instructed, pulling Shuichi's fingers from his shirt.

"But Im scared of needles!" Shuichi complained.

Yuki felt like smacking him over the head. After all he had just been through, he was worried about needles? There was definetly something wrong with this kid. "Too Bad" Yuki replied, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Shuichi looked at Yuki then closed his eyes, laying back on the stretcher. He felt the stretcher begin to move, and he heard people muttering things over him. He couldnt understand them though, for everything they said was in English. Suddenly, the stretcher stopped, but Shuichi didnt bother opening his eyes.

He felt someone loom over him and instantly he tensed. When he felt a set of warm lips touch his forehead, he opened his eyes. Yuki loomed over him, his eyes closed. His lips remained pressed against Shuichi's forehead for a second longer before he pulled away.

Shuichi remained motionless for a moment, slightly suprised by Yuki's actions.

"Y-yuki does this mean you love me?"

Yuki turned his head to the side and watched as two of the paramedics zipped up the body bag containing Maxwell's corpse. He then watched as the stretcher with Hiraji was wheeled out. He wrinkled his nose. The smell of blood and sweat and urine was still strong in the room.

"Yuki?" Shuichi whispered again as the stretcher began to move out. He whimpered a bit, wanting an answer from the blonde writer. But as the stretcher exited the room, he realised he wasnt getting one.

He never would.

He began to cry again, quietly. He had just been violated. His body was bruised, cut and bleeding, but still, that pain was nothing compared to the pain his heart was feeling now.

Yuki didn't move after him, nor did he say anything. He simply stood there, soaking in the silence and terrible smells. "Your friends an idiot" He muttered to Hiro.

"I figured you'd love him more after this" Hiro said in an angry tone, "After all. Your both the same now"

"Same? Me and that brat? I don't think so" Yuki replied.

"Your right. You aren't the same. Shuichi's greater than you"

Yuki forced himself to laugh at that comment, and he turned to look at Hiro, staring him in the eye. "How so?" he asked. The words burned within him.

"Because even after everything that's been thrown at him, he hasnt become cold hearted. He's dealt with it, and he's triumphed. He isn't like you, who prefers to be cold and hide so he doesnt get hurt"

"You dont know what your talking about" Yuki said now, in a more angered tone as he stepped foward. "You know nothing about me".

"You'd be suprised. Shuichi used to spend countless hours at my appartment when you kicked him out for something stupid. Even when you were a jackass, he loved you. He couldnt stop talking about you. I know plenty about you" Hiro snapped back, leaning foward.

Ayaka grabbed Hiro's arm and pulled back gently. "Hiro. We have to go" she said to him. Hiro could feel her hand shaking gently on his arm. "Someone should be with Mr. Shindou while he's at the hospital. He doesnt speak any english. He'll need you there"

Hiro nodded and rested his hand on Ayaka's. "Your right" He turned to leave, but Yuki stopped him. He turned back around, looking at the blonde with a raised brow.

"How'd you know to come in here, and where did you two get a gun?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.

Hiro grinned gently at this and turned back around, leaving with Ayaka. "You arent the only one in Shuichi's life with secrets Yuki. You arent the only man of mystery in his life either"

"What are you talking about?" Yuki asked, stepping foward, his hands balled into fists.

Hiro ignored him and with a large smile, he exited the room.

A/N: The end?