Authoress here. Well, actually here and hiding behind a rock, with a shield and with a helmet on, awaiting rotten fruit, vegetables, and grenades. Though, technically, the update didn't take a FULL month to come, so….actually, it only took one day short of a month to update. I'M SO SORRY!

Writer's Block, homework, spastic parents, confusion over boys. Need I say more?

And now, without further ado, chapter fourteen!

Breaking the Tie
Chapter Fourteen: The Truth: A Red Apple, a Gray World

Gravitation

Suguru Fujisaki pushed the channel up key on the remote, not really watching as the channels scrolled by. Guilt, lessoned by lust, heightened by shame, ate at him.

He had kissed Toshi.

Fuck. Shuichi was going to kill him. Yuki was going to kill him. Hell, Toshi would probably kill him, too.

He wished he could say he regretted making a move on the boy. He really couldn't, though. Toshi, aside from small unimportant crushes, was his first love. The guy radiated an innocence Suguru had always been denied. He was always the rock star first, Tohma's relation second, and man third. Innocence was an impossible fantasy.

Bad Luck had taken control when he was sixteen, but the corruption had started much earlier. He grew up in a public school setting; bad language, innuendo, and hormones made sure he received his education early on. Then, Tohma started getting him gigs in smoky bars, wild nightclubs, and so on. Then came Bad Luck. And the Bad Luck fans.

It had been such a thrill at first, going out in public and having beautiful girls throw themselves at him, giving him their numbers, affection, and on several occasion, their beds. He remembered the wild times of girl-jumping, a new one each night. They would scream his name, and then tell them they loved him.

That was what woke him up. Did they really love him? No. They loved Bad Luck's Suguru Fujisaki, synth player wonder-boy. What about the Suguru with the allergies to cats? Or the Suguru who hated water? Or the Suguru who loved the smell of refrigerated air more than perfume, and wanted to retire in the mountains? No.

So Toshi, who had grown up with three protective parents in a walled, fortified city, was so alluring to him.

Suguru jumped as the front door shivered under a barrage of blows, the pounding audible three rooms away where Suguru sat. He made a half attempt to tell the butler not to open the door, but no sooner had he rose from the couch, Aoyou stomped into the room.

Ah. He hadn't been expecting her to come.

"You bastard."

At least she was direct.

"I know." Suguru said simply. "Are you going to hurt me now or call the cops?"

"Neither." The brunette's eyes flashed dangerously and she stepped forewords, an odd little smile on her face. "Are you not going to even invite me to sit?"

If Suguru felt any surprise at this statement, he didn't show it. "My apologies. Please sit down. Tea?"

"No thank you." Aoyou sat down stiffly on the love seat adjacent to Suguru's couch. "I really would rather an explanation."

"I wish I could give you one." Suguru said quietly. "I myself am unaware- No, I am aware. I'm in love with your son, and that's my explanation."

Aoyou sat silently for a moment. She had expected to hear that statement at some point during Toshi's life, but in her mind she had always imagined a girl saying it, not a thirty-year-old man. Aoyou had always fancied that Toshi would choose a petite girl, maybe with long golden hair and sparkling hazel eyes. No, the reality was nothing like a mother would expect.

She found her voice. "That's a sucky explanation, Mr. Fujisaki."

"But you'd be the most hypocritical person to contradict it, Ms. Tsumaru." Suguru put the emphasis on her title, feeling reckless. "You, unmarried, with a son, and in love with two men. Who are, in fact, bisexual I believe."

"And?" Aoyou prompted the man with gritted teeth, a small smile still plastered on her lips.

"And therefore, even if you disapprove of my affections, you would be the last person to say it's wrong. Without making yourself guilty, as well."

"You have a point." Aoyou's voice was very light and crisp. "But there are differences in our situations. I myself am willing, legal, and in love. You are a pedophile, and Toshi was very unwilling. He is my son, and his well-being and happiness is my main concern. You're a bastard, a fuck, and I am warning you now- never, ever touch my son again, or I will make sure you rot in hell here on earth for the rest of your fucking life. And I'm not planning on just calling the cops. I will ruin you. I will break you, and there will be no way for you to defend yourself. Got it?"

Suguru vaguely wondered how she managed to still look pleasant and serene while threatening him. "Got it."

Aoyou stood up, abandoning the smile. She crossed the room towards the door, stopped, turned, and slapped him hard across the face. Then, she raised her boot-clad foot and rammed it hard into his crotch.

Suguru saw a burst of stars, and doubled over, falling off the couch and onto his knees. When he recovered enough to crack open his eyes, he saw her boots standing inches away from his face. He saw his own face reflected in the shiny leather, and found himself wondering if she planned on kicking him and wore these specifically to cause the most amount of pain. Her voice broke him away from his thoughts.

"I hope you got it. Otherwise you'll be eating your balls and liking it. And that'll be AFTER I cut them off with a rusty, dull spoon or maybe something a little more painful."

The boots retreated, clicking angrily in a staccato. The door opened, and slammed shut, leaving Suguru with his agony and his guilt.

Shuichi Shindou

After Yuki hung up, and told us that Toshi is….After Yuki hung up, Aoyou stormed out of the room, and we heard the garage door open as she. Toshi just sat there, tears still coming down his face every now and then. Yuki was still just standing there, face impassionate like always.

I suddenly felt very, very empty. And extremely out of place in Yuki and Aoyou's home. A stranger with no link to the family.

I tried telling myself that this was all my own fault for agreeing to the DNA test. I had been so positive, though, that Toshi belonged to me…

Yuki spoke, almost hesitantly. "Shuichi?"

"What?" I tried to keep my voice light and airy. I think it worked. Maybe.

"You know what." Ah. The no-nonsense Yuki I know and love. The Yuki who stole my kid.

"I'm fine." I started to babble, trying so hard to maintain that everything was indeed fine, and I was completely normal. "It's cool, I mean, it had to be one of us, and it's not your fault your sperm are stronger or faster than mine, I mean, I've always been submissive, so it's only to be expected, but what I don't get is how Toshi has my hair, and my voice talents, and hardly any of your traits, so-"

"Dad, get a grip." Toshi cut me off, putting a hand on my shoulder. It was slightly damp, due to him wiping off his tears. "It doesn't really matter, 'kay? So-"

"Why'd you call me Dad?" I started speaking wildly, loudly, trying to get my point across. "I'm not your Dad. Yuki is, so why call me your dad? I mean, it's silly to continue trying to pretend I mean anything to this family. You say it doesn't matter? It does, so okay?"

He didn't remove his hand. "Dad, you're still my Dad. You'll always be my dad, no matter what."

I ignored him. Listening to him made me what him to be my son even more. Did he not understand? There was some freak sitting in the kitchen on their house; why wasn't he reacting more strongly.

Yuki was speaking. "I think I'm going to pay Suguru a visit."

Toshi was immediately sobered; face closing instantly at the mention of the older man's name. I noticed it straightaway.

"No, Yuki I wanna go talk to Suguru, maybe kick him out of Bad Luck, cut off his-"

"NO!" Toshi spoke so vehemently I jumped a little. "I know he did something a little-"

"Fucked up?" Yuki suggested. Toshi ignored him.

"A little rash, but I'm sure it was a lapse of something or some sort, he doesn't deserve to get kicked out of Bad Luck-"

"Save it." I got up, wiping my own cheeks. "I gotta deal with him-"

"I said I was going." Yuki's voice was deadly quiet.

"And I said I was going. So?" I glared hotly at him, hating him. I loved them both so much, but I hated them both for being related, for cutting me out. I was a stranger.

"You're not his father, Shuichi. Deal with it."

I could do nothing but gape at him. Toshi was alternating between staring at me and at Yuki. Yuki was watching me quietly. I could feel hot tears pouring down my face, and I was finding it hard to breathe. Black dots appeared at the edges of my vision, and Toshi and Yuki swarm a bit before me. Then, the table came rushing towards me and I knew no more.

Toshi Shindou

Dad fainted, smashing his head into the table. Father picked him up and took him to the hospital to make sure he didn't concuss himself too badly, leaving me alone.

The house seemed unusually big and empty, and I was tempted to go over to Seiya's to have some company. But it was late, and I had bothered her family enough over the last four months enough. So I went up to my room to work on more lyrics, head spinning.

Yuki had always been my father, just as Shuichi had always been my dad. Whenever the family talked about DNA testing over my life, I always figured that the knowledge wouldn't change anything. But now I knew better. Dad had gotten all worked up and hyperventilated, and Father- well, now I was his and Mom's, not his, Dad's, and Mom's.

I guess, though, for me nothing really changed. Our family has never before been too concerned with legalities and what's socially acceptable, so I don't see why now is a good time to start caring.

And with Suguru? I can't really judge him for what he did, because Dad and Father are basically the same. Father's nine years older than Dad, and they've been what I know all my life. So I'll tell Suguru the same thing I would to a girl I don't like- No thanks.

The biggest thing that's bugging me is Keyara. She USED me, and that's a very bad feeling to have. She used me for a Suguru-attention getter, she used me for the band, and she used me for my body in replacement for her adopted father's.

Sitting at my desk, pad of paper and marker in hand, I wrote it down.

I'm feeling awfully used tonight.

I underlined it, thinking. Then, I started writing.

End Chapter

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There! I hope you enjoyed it. And with the help of Daylight savings, I did post this on time. (Winks)

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