Wow, that was fast! Well... for me anyways. Actually... it wasn't. Oo

This chapter scares me. Really. This might even count as a left-handed warning. We all know Yuki has some sort of personality disorder? So it comes into play here. >- . I am not trying to be offensive or anything - anything - but if you have any problems with any part of this let me know what I can do to remedy it. I'd like to keep my readers, thank you very much. TTTT.

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Mika stood over her husband watching him sleep. His face held none of the chronic cynicism it usually did during his waking hours. He almost looked like a different person... He almost looked human.

Positively angelic.

Mika's blank face hid a smirk. He was anything but an angel.

She was all packed and ready to leave. She had called a taxi and was planning to stay at her father's for a while, before spending the next few weeks at Noriko's. She hoped that her friend wouldn't let it slip that Mika was present if and when Tohma called her.

Dammit - why did everybody in this stupid manga know each other?

He must have felt her gaze upon him. He half opened his emerald eyes and Mika met them sternly.

"Tatsuha called me last night."

Tohma's eyes widened in understanding.

"He told me what happened with you and Yuki."

Eyes closed.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry."

"That's all?"

He could feel the disdain from his soon-to-be-ex-wife's gaze. He knew he was digging his grave deeper by saying nothing.

"I'm leaving, Tohma. I just thought I'd say goodbye."

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"Hey, Shuichi. You're up early."

Hiro had walked into the kitchen to see his friend sitting at the table staring aimlessly into space.

"Hey, Hiro."

"You doin' alright?"

"Oh... yeah. Great,"

Hiro raised his eyebrows. His friend was a terrible liar.

"Terrific. I got a call from Sakano yesterday when you were asleep. NG is back on line."

"Awesome. I'm so happy."

"Great! I'm glad you're so enthusiastic because we also get to re-record all of our music! The file wasn't saved or closed on the computer so guess what happened before the computer's emergency generator turned on!"

Shuichi let his head drop onto the table with a thunk!

"Ya-frickin-hoo."

"Don't be so excited about it. Here."

He reached into his cupboard and handed Shuichi a container of instant ramen. He didn't move to take it.

"Not hungry."

"You have to eat something to be able to last the day."

"I don't intend to last the day."

"You're such a pessimist."

"Affirmative."

He slumped down in his seat.

"'Affirmative'? Whoa, you must really be screwed up."

"I know. It's not fair."

Hiro sighed, reversing a chair and straddling it. He rested his chin on the back of the seat and stared searchingly at his best friend.

"You know... you can't mope all the time. Remember - you walked out on him, you said for him not to call you, that you needed time to think So think already and if you want to go back go - if you want me to help you pick out a new place, fine. If all you're gonna do is whine about how much you miss your koi-chan Yuki-poo honey darling... I'm not letting you stick around to bog me down with your messed up shit."

Hiro stood and pushed the chair back under the table. He stretched out his arms.. cracked his back.

"I'm getting dressed, Shu."

"I'm gonna be out of the shower in ten minutes. If you need to use it, use it then. At... eight-thirty I'm gonna be heading out the door. If you're not with me, I'm not waiting. You can call a cab or a bus or wait here until K breaks the door down, but if you really want a ride that bad, I'll let you sit on my bike."

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I can't deal with this anymore. If I try to, I'll explode. I won't be able to hold my emotions any longer. I... everyone is... leaving. Everyone is leaving me all alone - here in the darkness. It's pushing me... forcing me towards myself from all sides and forcing me to face what I've become. I'm suffocating. With my last breath I scream for help... No one hears me and I am forced under again... forever.

I am drifting through unending pain, hate... fear. I don't remember what's caused it; It's been going on for so long...

It's so cold where I am... I yearn for the warmth of an others touch. I am so unclean, so wrong... Why do I see disgust in the eyes of those I wish to call friend?

I hurt people - How is it that I can make the ones I love weep endlessly. They don't need this torture. My very existence is pain for them. I yearn for an escape. I do not deserve the life I have.

I wish I weren't.

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"Today's gonna be a rotten day."

Shuichi pulled on Hiro's extra helmet and lay against his friend's back. He half-shut his eyes and slid his arms around Hiro's waist. He sighed somewhat contentedly, but then he remembered who the strong body in front of him wasn't...

"Shuichi - thinking one happy thought won't kill you." Hiro pulled off his helmet and turned around to face him.

"No, but it'll cause severe discomfort."

"Ooh, more big words. I'm shocked."

"Hmm."

He let go of his friend's waist.

"You ready to go?"

"Hey - You know what I think? You're not a morning person."

"What?"

"'Cuz last night and the night before you were nice to me - but whenever I wake up it seems like... you start criticizing me about Yuki - about the both of us - "

"I'm sorry. Listen, I -"

"- and you just won't stop! You can see I'm still suffering; I know you do and you say you wanna help me out so I'm not so... but whenever you do , it sounds like you wanted us to break up or..."

"I said I was sorry, why - "

"You also said it was gonna be okay. How can it be okay if you're my best friend and your acting so--awful?"

"I'm only trying to help! and besides, you're so dependant on Yuki -"

"You may be trying to help but you're being an asshole, Hiroshi. You're being stupid and annoying and you should just drop it already."

He saw his friend's jaw clench and felt his body tense.

"Fine."

Hiro pulled his helmet firmly over his head. He faced front on his bike and started it up.

Shuichi hesitantly returned his arms to Hiro's waist.

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"You idiot! You fucking idiot!

Tatsuha Uesugi gasped in surprise and pain as he was thrown to the floor and against the table by his older brother.

"How could you tell her? How could - I trusted you!"

"I - "

The younger boy struggled to regain his footing.

"Don't give me any of your goddamn excuses!"

He shoved him again, this time onto the table. A glass fell on the tile floor and Tatsuha's bare foot landed in the debris.

"Aagh! Eiri!"

Yuki crunched through the glass with his brown loafers - having just barged into his brother's kitchen. When he had woken up that morning, he had received a teary message from Mika - she wanted to know if he was alright and told him that she would be at dad's place the next few days. she was leaving Tohma.

"Why the hell would you - do you know what you've done?"

"Ei - please - let me... Ahh... Ah!"

He drove his brother violently into the wall.

Yuki brought their faces close together. almost touching.

"Why did you tell her?" his voice was deadly calm.

"Eiri, I - "

"Why did you have to tell her?"

The last syllable of his outburst was accented by the sound of his brother's head hitting the wall. Tatsuha's eyes widened in pain.

"Aniki! I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, well, you should be."

"I'm sorry.. I just - didn't want to lose you again..."

"What?" He wasn't sure he heard right.

"When you came back from New York..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Something had changed about you... I was scared, and no one would tell me what happened... I don't wanna live with that again, Eiri!"

"What are you...?"

"You left home six years ago and I couldn't wait for you to come back. When you finally did, I didn't recognize you... I'm sorry if I hurt you... I thought I was doing the right thing!"

Something changed behind Yuki's eyes and he stopped.

"Tatsuha? Tatsuha, did I do this?"

His hands were uncomfortably stiff as he let go of his brother.

"Tatsuha, oh my god..."

The sick feeling that enveloped him was all too familiar.

Tatsuha stood, shocked, as his older brother - angry at him just a few moments ago - shrank from him and backed into the corner.

"I can't believe this... Tat..."

This was just like when he had opened the second document.

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"Oh, check this out."

Miru Kajiami - owner of a psychiatric P.H.D. for seven years - picked up a piece of paper from the floor of her empty waiting room.

Her secretary looked up from his work.

"What is it, Kajiami-san?"

"Prescription. Pretty old, too."

"Old? How old?"

"Three weeks, actually. A mood disorder... no, personality disorder patient. Oh, wow..."

"Wow..."

"Tateo-san?"

"Hai?"

"Can you call Mr. Uesugi Eiri? If he's not there, leave a message. Tell him he has a prescription to pick up."

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Just though I'd let you know... I intend to make things worse before they get better. This might sound somewhat sadistic and evil but let's not forget that the real mean thing to do would be to leave them all emo. Or have them die.;) Umm... everything will turn out okay in the end. I think.
This seems somewhat shorter than normal. I cut so much stuff out of here it's not even funny. However, I think I've made up for that with numerous author's notes.

And if you've come this far - I mean reading the fourth chapter and all - you can bother to post a REVIEW. I'm not asking for anything particularly intelligible; a simple 'Good story' will suffice. I might even allow a 'Yo'.