Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance
Warnings: Abusive relatioship, swearing
Rating: T... I hope
Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Shiuchi x ?
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I want nothing. Read and Enjoy.

Kadzuki-san, I'm glad you liked it. Guren, thank you, thank you very much. Bram, I love it when you like it, that makes it all worthy. Ashcat, work it's a great place to get distracted, in the last chapter, Eirir killed Kitazawa, which will later leads to Shuichi losing his voice.

And though everyone is waiting to see if Shi leaves the prision or not, I still haven't finished that yet, as I have encountered several plot holes that need to be repaired. Thanks to all those who are reading!

Extras: Oh you are so gonna hate me this time... but I love it when you do that, so it's ok. This time we have SHuichi ina very... interesing posision (no pun intended). Sadly, this is only the first par, but do not worry, I'm still writting.

SEVEN: Blond Hair, Black Hair

A couple of dirty blond strands of hair obscured his vision. He, however, did not bother to do anything about it. Besides he was looking at the ground, so what did it matter if his hair covered his eyes?

He didn't look up when he crossed a dark lonely street either. He wished he could say he cared enough for his life to not let himself been run over by a car, but he couldn't. Not anymore.

He continued walking for a while, the cold winter air making him shiver every now and then. He wasn't wearing a jacket, but he didn't regret leaving the apartment without it. It had been worthy, rushing out and forgetting everything but his keys and some money. He had seen him, even if it had been from afar.

He was just leaving the nice part of the city, when a deep voice called out for him.

"Shuichi!"

Across the street a longhaired man, blonder than him, was waving at him. Shuichi allowed himself to smile before crossing the street to talk to the man.

"K-san, why are you so late in the clinic? I thought you never stayed after ten."

The doctor smiled at him fondly. Shuichi was one of his favorite people, always watching over others. It was a shame, he thought, he didn't watched over for himself.

"Ah, but Sakano had a nervous crisis again, so I had to stay."

Shuichi shook his head. From what he had heard, the businessman had a nervous crisis every couple of weeks if not more often.

"And..." A hopeful look appeared on his features, a faint hope that hadn't quite left. "And... Suguru-kun... is he still here too?"

The ex-marine turned doctor chuckled before shaking his head. Suguru had asked him too if he hadn't seen the now blond haired boy.

"I'm afraid his brother Hiro came for him about an hour ago. It was getting late you know?"

"-sigh- I know... K-san are you leaving now? I could go with you to the train station..."

"Nah, don't worry I can take care of myself... by the way why is your hair blond now? I liked it better when it was purple."

Shuichi blushed slightly at that. He too liked his hair purple better, though pink had always been his favorite, for various and different reasons he couldn't and wouldn't explain to anyone but himself. Still, purple had been banned two weeks before. His face fell as he remembered the discussion about his hair and the fight that followed.

"He likes it better this way," he managed to whisper. He didn't miss the way K frowned, but there was no answer to his last words. Finally, after a long silence K sighed and began walking towards the clinic.

"You should go home Shuichi, even you could get in trouble this late... should I tell Hiro and Suguru to wait for you tomorrow?"

For a moment he contemplated the idea of spending the afternoon with his friends, but Shuichi knew after what he had done today... it wasn't the wisest idea to see them so soon.

"I'll come later this week I hope." And with that, he turned around and left.

As he walked down the street, almost reaching the apartment, a sad smile graced his face. He didn't regret leaving so early but... he knew he was in deep trouble. If only he hadn't turned on the radio that morning...

But he had. And the news of his idol recording an interview and giving autographs in the studios in town had been too good to resist. It had been just five thirty in the morning, but he had dashed out of the apartment without even leaving a note. Would he be mad at him for that?

The door opened with a small squeak. Shuichi steeped into the dark living room after taking his shoes off, with the hope that he wouldn't be home. However, when the strong smell of alcohol reached him he prepared himself for the worst.

He was lucky, he thought, when he bumped on the man lying on the couch. The brown haired man seemed to be in a deep sleep. And as his eyes adapt to the darkness, Shuichi noticed the amount of bottles of beer and frowned. It wasn't normal for him to drink so much before the weekend...

He walked past the man on the couch and reached his bedroom, only to return a second later with a blanket and a pillow. He didn't try to carry the man to bed, because he knew that would wake him and, honestly, he didn't feel like arguing with him right now.

So after placing the pillow under his head and covering him with the blanket Shuichi entered the bedroom, not before whispering a "Good night".

It wasn't until he had locked the door behind him that he turned the lights on. He changed his clothes into something warmer and more comfortable and then, pulling something from under the mattress, he smiled and sat on the bed. Placing his back against the white wall, he turned the pages of a small book, jumping most of the chapters and only reading bits here and there.

He didn't stop until he reached his favorite part of the novel and then began reading.

The sound of the alarm clock awoke him next morning. It was five in the morning again, time to get ready for the day. If he was lucky, he would still be asleep, giving him time to take a quick shower and make breakfast before the day really started.

Everything was silent as he left his room and entered the bathroom. He was still tired from the walk of the day before, sleepy and in need of a shower. Also he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.

Frowning at is reflection on the mirror he undressed and sighed. He hated being blond. Why had he agreed on try it was beyond him. He remembered the first time he dyed his hair. He had asked why he had done that to his shiny beautiful hair, and Shuichi had blushed.

He used to have that effect on him. When Shu had answered that he wanted to try something different the older man had answered by kissing him and making him love as he had never before.

'Different enough for you?' he had asked. 'Next time try another color, red doesn't suit you well'.

The amethyst-eyed boy had agreed and tried blue the next time. Life was good then, and the seventeen year-old was happy he had run from his house to this city.

Shuichi smiled grimly under the cold water. That had been two years before. He had tried several colors for his hair since then, as well as several men and occasionally a woman.

Life used to be good then, when he thought he was making love and living his dream. He wasn't that naive anymore.

Just as that last thought was washed away with the water as he washed his hair the door of the bathroom busted open. Shuichi jumped in surprise before he felt the need to hit his head against the wall. Of all things he could've forgotten it had to be to lock the door, which proved he was more tired that he thought he was, to forget such a basic precaution.

A second later he was being kissed and groped by the older man. He didn't try to resist him, if he did he would get more violent and maybe hit him. And that wouldn't be nice, as it would cause more fights between them.

Instead, he guided him slowly out of the shower and to the other's bedroom, where he forced his body to relax as much as he could. He felt him forcing his way in and tried not to wince. Even after all this time he wasn't used to it, but years of practice had made it easier to hide the discomfort and pretend he was enjoying himself.

It was over a few minutes later. The stench of alcohol made him want to puke, but he keep still and quiet until the other spoke.

"Where did you go yesterday, my little whore?"

Shuichi bit his harsh reply back and instead managed to give him a little smile.

"To town. I had to send some letters".

He didn't buy it, he knew that, but there wasn't a better answer. He couldn't possible let him know he was trying to see his idol again.

A rough hand caressed slowly his face before hitting him hard on the stomach.

"Don't ever do that again. I was worried". And with that he left the room to take his hot shower.

The boy felt hot tears running down his face, but made no sound. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and walked towards his room, where he started dressing himself. There was no need to close the door now, he had gotten what he wanted.

After he was done, he went to the kitchen and prepared the breakfast for both.

It was already Friday, and Shuichi spent his day cleaning the mess of the apartment and buying some groceries. He had nothing better to do until latter on the evening, so he turned the radio on and sang all the songs they played.

He was still sore from his encounter with the older man on the morning, but he tried not to think about it. Perhaps he would go to the clinic during lunchtime after all, ha hadn't seen Suguru and Hiro in a long time, and he missed them.

In that moment he saw his own pale reflection on the mirror and decided against it. He didn't feel like answering any questions from them, especially from K-san, who would immediately know what had happened as he had seen it many times before.

The first time had been over a year and a half ago. Shuichi had been so beat up he had barely been able to reach the clinic. It had been a little after he had lost his job and, being drunk and frustrated, had taken it on him.

K-san had taken care of him and then tried to make him go to a refugee, but Shuichi had refused. They had been friends ever since, even though the doctor disapprove the way the boy let himself be hurt by the older man, and cured for free.

Suguru had started to work at the clinic half a year later. He had no idea why Shuichi showed up every now and then for a privet consult, but had never asked. He had been the first friend the teenager had had since he had arrived to the city. Hiroshi had meet him little after that and since then Shuichi had spent an afternoon or two at the clinic helping out and keeping them company when there was no one to take care of.

The blond boy sighed as he threw the last can of beer on the bag. None of his friends really knew where he was from or why he was here. They didn't even know what he did for a living, yet they accepted him and treat him like he was part of their family.

He wondered if they knew... would they still be as nice to him as they were now?

The sun was just setting when he grabbed his jacket and exited the apartment. He arrived at the dirty looking club around seven thirty and went directly to the dressing room to change.

"You are late".

Shuichi didn't turn around as the brown haired man talked to him. He knew himself observed as he got undressed, and felt his hands trembling a little, but managed to get dressed again before turning around to answer.

"My shift starts at eight".

The older man's eyes flashed with anger and he grabbed his by his wrist to pull him closer.

"Don't play smart with me my dear. We've got a client out there, go take care of him".

He was drunk already, Shuichi noticed, as he kissed him roughly and pushed him to the door. Well, at least he wouldn't try anything else for the night, as Shu would be with the 'client'.

And then as he walked to the private table he almost dropped the tray with beers as he realized who was the 'client' for the night. Sitting in front of him, talking to one of the owners of the club, was his idol.

It didn't matter that his hair had a different color or that his eyes were pitch black. He could recognize his voice and the way he moved, the way he took off his sunglasses before he turned to look at him.

In front of him, and giving him a wry smile, was Eiri Uesugi, romance writer and the reason he had been out the whole day before.