Chapter III - Betrayal
Yuki entered a relatively low class bar. The lighting was dim, and everything seemed to be covered with a perpetual layer of dust and grime. There were a few cheap-looking women, scattered here and there. Most were entertaining middle-aged men. One particularly cheap-looking one sat alone on a barstool.
Yuki sat down beside her. Oh, no. Another middle-aged man, thought the woman. Then she looked up and saw a young, good-looking, blonde man. A devilish grin crossed her face.
The woman turned towards Yuki, taking care to look particularly sexy.
'Hello. Don't believe I've seen you around here before,' said the woman, her voice seductive.
'I haven't been her before,' replied Yuki, coldly.
Oh great. Way too state the obvious. Sounds like this one'll be a bore. 'What brings you here, then?' inquired the woman.
'What do you think?'
The woman ignored his ever frigid responses, and so said, 'My, I'm thirsty. I sure could go for a nice cold drink.' She took care to emphasize the last three word, but still, nothing. Man, is this guy even interested in women? Well, I might as well jump to the end, and spare myself some boredom.
'How about we go back to your apartment?' whispered the woman, emphatically and seductively. She then licked his ear. Yuki's cheeks adopted a slight shade of red. Good, we're getting somewhere, thought the woman, noticing Yuki blush.
Yuki got up and headed in the direction of the door. He turned back towards the woman, who was slightly shocked. She realized he meant for her to follow him, and so she grabbed her things and followed him out the door.
Shuichi twisted the doorknob. 'Yuki! YUKI, I'M HOME!' exclaimed Shuichi. When Shuichi did not hear a response, he called again, 'YUKI! WHERE ARE YOU?' Shuichi put his gift down on the table, and proceeded to wander the house, calling for Yuki all the while.
Eventually, the only room Shuichi hadn't checked in was the bedroom. Oh! Ready for Ol' Shuichi, is he? Wouldn't wanna disappoint him. But, if he's in here, wouldn't he have answered? What if someone broke in? What if Yuki's face is down in a puddle of his own blood? What if whatever got him is going to get me next?! A scared expression crept onto his face. He opened the door slowly, '..Yuki?'
Shuichi's widened in shock.
'Yuki...?'
Shuichi froze for a moment. Yuki, who was in bed with a woman, turned around and stared at him. Shuichi's expression turned from shock to sadness. He turned around and ran. Ran blindly, as far as he could. Trying to leave what he saw behind. Maybe if he ran fast enough and far enough, he could escape it. Maybe it would just cease to exist. Shuichi didn't know where he was, or where he was going. Somewhere that didn't remind him of Yuki.
Yuki rolled over on the bed and lay down. Yuki sighed, his eyes tearing. 'Shuichi.. I'm so sorry. I..I don't want to hurt you,' Yuki whispered, to himself. That bastard Touma. How can he do this to people? 'Did you say something, Yuki, honey? You okay?' asked the woman, sweetly. Yuki sighed, yet again, 'Get out.'
The woman's eyes narrowed in anger. She was never kicked out. 'It's not my fault your boy toy caught us!' blurted the woman, angrily. 'Frigging faggot,' she muttered to herself. There was an angry tension in the air. Silently, she got dressed and left. She slammed the door on her way out.
Shuichi was winded. He found himself back downtown, and sat down on a bench. His cell phone rang, 'Moshi moshi?'
'Shu-chan? It's Ryuichi. Um.. Sorry to trouble you.'
'Oh, it's no trouble. What is it?' panted Shuichi.
'Well.. Have you.. Have you gotten Tatsuha-san's number yet?' although Shuichi couldn't see it, Ryuichi blushed.
Oh no! I completely forgot! What'll I say? Thought Shuichi, frantically. 'Umm.. Yuki went out of town. Maybe you could ask Touma. If you want, I'll ask for you.'
'Erm.. Could you ask him for me? Don't tell him you're asking for me, please,' Ryuichi responded, his voice heavy with urgency.
'Sure thing.'
'Kumagoro-san thanks you!'
'You're welcome, Kumagoro-san,' Shuichi couldn't help but grin, forgetting his troubles for a moment.
'Ja.'
'Ja,' Shuichi turned of his cell phone. His trouble came flooding back to him. The image of Yuki and the woman was burned into his mind. Well, I might as well call Touma and get it over with. Shuichi reopened his cell phone, and dialled Touma's number, unaware that the person he was calling was the same one that had caused him so much pain.
'You're welcome, Shindou-san. Ja,' Touma closed his cell phone. He stepped out of his limousine, and towards Yuki's home.