The Red Violin Chapter 3: Conflicts, a gravitation fanfic

edit:fixed some errors. i tried to fix the format, but fanfiction only lets you space once for some reason. i'd like to know who came up with the idea everything should only be spaced once, because i'd seriously take pleasure in strangling that person. i'm sorry about the random o's everywhere, but that's the only way i can fix the stupid format and do double spacing.

Notes: Well here it is… the start of chapter 3. Again, thank you so much for all the reviews! I got a lot of them! ;o; -stares at them all-

As for that suggestion on introducing some other characters, I never really put that to thought, this story is just suppose to be yukixshuichi based, etc. maybe I'll think of some thing since that would be interesting; to have some other characters in.

Oh yeah, and just a little heads up, there's very light, this-is-hardly-smut but I'm-still-calling-it-smut in this chapter. I'm going to put a little warning where it starts and where it ends, so I can keep the story rating of the story on T. It's still hardly smut. Pffft.

And, the smut is probably not very good as far as writing goes though, it's my first time writing some thing so explicit, so be nice. I'm a smut n00b. ; ;

This story, as I warning, moves very steadily. I don't like stories that move so fast, I don't think much is gotten out of it – I think the longer it is the better remembered it will be. Plus, I'm a description whore. I like describing far too much.

As for how often I will be updating, I can honestly say I'm trying, but I'm a sophomore, and I need to keep my grades like… sickly perfect, which leaves me with little time. And I don't have a beta reader, I have to do all the editing myself, and my spelling sucks. It's hard, you know? ; ;

Now, onto the story!

Chapter 3

Eiri shifted his feet on the floor, sighing irritably as he tried to make himself comfortable in the chair he sat on – which was rather hard, seeing it was one of those crappy, 50 plastic-kind. He moved for a moment, reaching for his reading glasses on the stool holding up the music, and putting them on, then edging himself carefully down to the floor to remove his violin from the already wide open case. He leaned up, positioning himself. The instrument fell into place with his body, as if it had been molded with him.

Looking at the notes, he paused, skimming them quickly, then, reaching delicately with the bow, began to play. It was a soothing, gentle melody; reminded him of some thing delicate – like a stream of water, or a puff of clouds passing by a warm red sun in a clear orange sky.

The piece was a little long; nearly two pages front and back, with a lot of repeats, and it took a good few minutes to finish it. After he was done, Eiri skimmed the notes back over, and replayed the parts that he found were most troubling. It wasn't a difficult task, touching the song up, almost enough to be called easy even. He'd played many songs written by "joh chang," (a Chinese violinist) and the pieces were all similar in mood. On top of that, slow, steady songs like this were much more easily played then things with lots of staccato's, 16th notes, so on, and so forth. On top of that, playing just wasn't half as challenging at it had been when he was young. He almost missed the challenge it once was, too.

Upon hearing his friends playing, Tohma poked his head into the room, which so dimly lit it was rather difficult to see. Knowing Eiri though, that was normal. Tohma closed his eyes, letting his posture to be swayed by the song. After it ended, the blond walked over to Eiri, touching his shoulders softly. "I love to listen to you play." Tohma knelt down to kiss Eiri's ear, who, in quick reaction, swatted his hand away, barking,

"Don't touch me."

"Hehe... Of course." Tohma allowed his hands to float away. "I just came in to remind you we have to be arriving at Kata-san's house soon."

"I don't want to go." Eiri protested, glaring. "That bitch has people over almost every day. Do we honestly have to go every time she invites us? It's inconvenient! I hate being in her despicable presence," It wasn't like the man to complain, but to him, Kata was the most annoying, obnoxious, stuck-up bitch he had ever met; and it had only taken the short time he had spent with her for that realization to dawn on him.

She lived to wallow in her own –perfect- life; only surrounding herself with 'perfect' people. He couldn't stand it that she just treated him like he was some sort of piece of expensive china, sitting on her shelf, waiting for use; as if he was made to be on display for her. She touched him constantly, edging him on, thinking of nothing but herself as she kept her eyes fixed on him. Constantly. Eiri was, in a way, just perfect for her social status. She thought he was her prey, her toy, but in reality, Eiri was the hawk, and she was nothing more but a mere rat gazing up at his features while his wings let him soar through clouds she could never reach herself.

People always want what they can't have.

"But you know how much being close to her will help us." Tohma said contently, hugging Eiri from behind and resting his chin on one of the violinist's shoulders.

"It's not even worth it."

Seguichi smirked devilishly, leaning up and whispering into the other blonde's ear, "It will be, in the end." He pulled back before he was snapped at for touching Eiri again. "Now, go get ready, why don't you? I'll be calling the cab by as you do that. Be ready to leave in an hour."

"Don't order me around," Eiri spat, angered yet again. He got out of his seat to put his violin away while Tohma watched him for a second; a smile plain as the sun on his face as he exited the room.

Eiri sleepily leaned to the side door as he gazed at the city lights passing on the way to Kata Hisano's home, doing his best not to drift off. Colors fuzzed out and faded in his poor vision, however he could see well enough still to make out the structures, the passing pedestrians, and the other cars that lined up next to the taxi he sat in when they hit some traffic. He turned, watching Tohma who was sitting in the seat next to him, who, quickly noticed his companion's stares and turned to smile at him. Eiri gave Tohma a venomous look, but the other's smile didn't alter in the least.

He wondered, turning away from Tohma and looking back out the window, what did the blond sitting beside him exactly mean to him? Their relationship wasn't one built up on emotions, more like hormones, and lack of only seeing each other instead of other people.

It wasn't a huge secret between them; it wasn't some thing they even cared enough to cover up; that they did sleep together – and often.

To Eiri, it was some thing he did out of boredom, more then anything else. Some thing to preoccupy his time – kind of like alcohol, it was... stimulating. The ecstasy unnerved him, woke his dying senses, and even though it was just for a split second, it touched him. His emotions flooded in that moment, where time stood still, and all he could see was Seguichi writher beneath him, or him beneath Seguichi, depending on the situation. Warmth spread throughout his chest like water, and his slender fingers shook, desperate to keep himself up; to hold the last of his sane from leaving him.

In that instant, he felt alive again.

Things weren't consistent either. Every time they had sex, things were done differently. They switched around a lot, being on top that is, because, despite Tohma's happy demeanor and seeming innocence – the man liked to be in complete control of other people. He liked it a lot; perhaps, a little too much.

And what exactly was he to Tohma?

"Eiri," Tohma mumbled, shifting to the side and laying his head comfortably on Yuki's shoulder. "What are you thinking of? Your face is so serious…" He smiled, looking up into the sharp honey eyes.

"Get off me." Yuki grumbled.

"Are you thinking of me?" Tohma sang it almost, lifting his index finger, pointing to himself, feigning surprise.

"No."

"Yes you are." The blond narrowed his eyes, looking straight into the others face. Eiri felt uneasy and annoyed – why was it every time he thought of Tohma, the man always knew? Seriously contemplating if Tohma was psychic or not, Eiri fell back into his thoughts, and Tohma moved off him, letting it go.

His face turned once again towards the window, towards the cars that passed, to the street lights that dissolved from his vision, and to the night that was so clear and cold.

"We're here." The pianist said flatly, smiling. Eiri suppressed a groan.

The party had been everything Eiri expected; too much food, too many snobby guests with far too many expensive rocks hanging on them – and, beyond that, boring.

Eiri found himself hiding behind any guest that was bigger then himself in hopes of not being found by Hisano. He knew Tohma's eyes were following him, disappointment with it, but he didn't care anymore. The faster the party was over, the sooner he could go home and sleep. And, the less he spoke to people, the easier it would be to maintain his well-being. Speaking to these rotten bitches gave him headache's worse then the ones hangovers came with. They said one word to him and he wanted to punch them in the face. Well, most of them, anyway.

"Eiri," Tohma called mutely, coming up behind the violinist and pulling him aside from the crowd, to the wall. "Why don't you try to relax?"

"That bitch is here." Eiri hissed. "I don't want to her to see me."

"Hold still, your bow is in a slant." Tohma reached his hands up to the base of his lover's throat, clutching it. Eiri glared. "Why don't you just sleep with the poor girl already?" Tohma suggested gently as he straightened the fabric, letting his hands fall to his sides after it was.

"She would assume things." Eiri picked a wine glass sitting on the table next to him, observing absent-mindedly his reflection in the dark liquid. "She'd probably announce to people we were lovers and cling to me, wanting some thing more out of me then I can give. She'd complain to me about her worthless life. She would also use me for sex," He pulled the glass to his dim pink lips and sipped. "It would be such a hindrance."

"She's seeping with cash." Tohma reminded.

"I know that."

"Come on Eiri, you're smarter then that." He moved closer, lowering his voice. "She'd be so easy to manipulate."

"But I'd have to be intimate with her to do that." Eiri snapped back quietly, drinking the wine away, wishing Tohma would take the hint that he didn't want anything to do with Hisano.

"Exactly." Tohma eased, point made.

"If you want to get involved with her so much why don't you sleep with her?"

Tohma chuckled at that. "She despises me."

Eiri took up another glass of wine, chugging the liquid down. Hey, it was free alcohol. "Does she?" He mocked in irritation.

"She glares at me constantly. She hates the fact that you're mine."

Eiri scoffed at that, taking up his third glass of wine. "I'm not yours." Tohma giggled at his statement. Yuki turned, eyes failing to pierce through the other mans fake smile. Not caring enough to push the argument any further, he muttered, "Whatever."

He left Tohma to his corner, and wandered around the huge apartment, picking up glasses of wine as he did and drinking every drop along the way. He could see people staring at him as he strode; areas of his body that he really didn't want stared at. Eiri ignored it, drowning it all; continuing with his "practically binge drinking". A few faces frowned at his behavior. The sight of him drinking so much was unpleasant, even though the drinks had been set out so the people would drink them. Silly world, it was.

Feeling the haziness of the liquid work its way in, Eiri touched a long glass door at the end of the room, opening it, revealing to himself the night in all its mystic beauty. He turned for just a second to close it, hoping no one would take notice to his absence.

His feet swept across the concrete balcony, and he leaned at the edge of the black railing lining off the square floor, his eyes distant and lonely as he concentrated on the white moon resting above the skylights. His fingers curled around the bars, gripping tightly and then weakening with the cold. A gust of wind blew through his streaks of blond hair, and gave him goose-bumps all up his pale arms. Not minding much though if he were to get sick, Eiri pulled away from the railing, looking for a seat along the balcony and finding one easily enough, sitting down; tilting his head back to stare at the sky.

Why did the scent of depression suddenly intoxicate him?

Eiri cradled his hands in his lap, tangling his long fingers together, feeling them both numb with bitter ice as skin brushed against skin. He heard the balcony door open, to his dismay, but didn't turn because he just didn't care enough to see who it was.

"Yuki-san? What are you doing out here? It's cold." The feelings in his intestines stiffened a little, recognizing Hisano's voice. "The butlers would be pleased to assist you in anything, if you don't feel comfortable." His eyes turned to look at the girl, and a smile drifted about her face.

Why can't you see I want to be alone?

"I really like the way the party turned out though. Don't you Yuki-san?"

Isn't it obvious I don't like it, if I'm sitting out here, freezing instead of sitting in the warmth of your apartment, just to get away from the people you invited and you?

She waited for his response. Seeing he didn't though, her enthusiasm still wasn't faltered.

"You know," She grinned haughtily, shivering a little and pulling up an old plastic chair, inviting herself to sit besides Eiri. "I think that guy you spend all your time with – Seguichi, or whatever his name is, kind of clings to you a lot, you know? He always stares at you. So why are you with him? He's like, pretty creepy if you ask me."

Eiri just listened as she insulted his 'friend', wondering, once more, how Tohma had known of her hatred towards him. The man was sharp as a tack, he admitted, smirking inwardly. A good fuck too.

"You know, I really like you," Eiri still wasn't replying to anything Hisano said, and it was beginning to annoy her, he noted. "You should ditch that creepy freak and come with me. I'd give you anything you want… I reallyreally like you." His eyes followed her dully as she stood, and as she reached out to cup his cheeks in her palms-which were so cold it felt more like a slap in the face rather then a delicate touch. "I want you. I want you to see only me."

"You don't even know me."

"So?" Hisano asked, retorting back, but still not pulling her hands away. The feeling of his skin against hers had been some thing she'd longed for. "I don't care if I don't know you. I love you!"

"Listen…" Trying to deal with the pissy bitch as carefully as possible without loosing his patience, Eiri brought his hands up and removed hers. "This isn't going to work," He spoke calmly, leaving not a hint of sorrow or regret in his voice. "Not now," He looked in her pleading eyes, amused by her pain. "Not ever. So, why don't you find some other pretty musician to fuck?"

"But I want YOU!" She hollered back, face filled with rage. "How can you reject me! You could have ANYTHING you want! A pretty girlfriend, power, money, ANYTHING! What is it you don't see in me? There's so much potential for us! Why can't you love me, damnit!"

Having predicted earlier this would have been her likely reaction to his rejection, Eiri sat back in his seat, looking bored by her out burst. She continued on her raging rant, "I love you so much, but you just don't CARE! You're so goddamn heartless! What would it take! Do you want money?" She clasped her hands over his once more. "Because I'll give you any amount!"

"I don't want your money, I don't want your pity, or your love, or your pathetic face within my view. I don't even want your voice within earshot. I want you to let go of me, and never speak to me or of me again."

Hisano looked beyond stunned at the cruelty. She seemed to pause, and Eiri waited for her to completely explode-But, instead of retreating to crying, and running into the house as Eiri expected, she latched her fingers onto either side of his seat like hooks—and crashed her mouth to his, shoving her tongue deep within his throat. Yuki gasped in surprise, quick to shove her off and yell, "What the fuck are you doing? Don't put your disgusting lips on me!"

"I will have you, Eiri-Yuki." She sang, insanity glowing in her eyes as she traced her lips with his fingers, nestling her tongue against the top of her mouth to find the last traces of him on her. Her tongue clicked while she savored his taste. "Whether you like it or not."

More then a little pissed off, Eiri stood abruptly, wiping his lips clean of his disgust and walking back inside. He felt Hisano's eyes staring at him as he dug through the crowds, searching for Tohma. He wanted to leave now.

And there was Tohma, lying against the wall, chatting half-heartedly with a few rich people in suits. Eiri paused; on one side, he could stay at Hisano's worthless party and avoid her for the rest of the night. On the other, he could bother Tohma into leaving, which would probably just make Tohma mad; some thing he really didn't need to deal with right now.

So, finding to do the best with the painful amount of time he would still spend at the house, Eiri went to the bar Hisano had in the wide kitchen of her apartment—finding his place quickly, he took up a seat at the stool, asking for a few shots of vodka.

The glasses emptied one by one, and Eiri pondered about Hisano's outbreak earlier, about what he could gain if he were her boyfriend-Money, power? And a pretty girl friend? He scoffed, the image of Hisano appearing in his head. He could make out her olive skin, her small, beady void eyes, and her much too red lips, and that screechy voice. Liquid sank deep into his throat as he thought. There wasn't anything 'beautiful' about the girl, and he wondered where Hisano got the idea she was even remotely attractive.

She's lucky, eh? Eiri stared into his weary reflection in the glass. Born with power. He sighed, propping his elbows up on the bar table; bending both his wrists inward and pressing his cheeks into them. People like that just don't deserve to exist.

Sickness erupted in his throat.

With the new found feelings of nausea, Eiri left his seat and went in search of the bathroom -- wondering, as he made it to the door ((he's been here before, remember)), if it had been the alcohol or the image of Kata in his mind that had made him sick.

The bathroom was far off from the living room, was up on the second story of the apartment; and he pondered if he should have asked to go up there – oh well, too late now.

Grabbing the knob, his fingers coiled around and twisted like a snake as he pushed the door forward – but stopped halfway, seeing a familiar red head in front of him.

"You!" The boy called; eyes wide with surprise.

Shuichi—for some reason, the name came quickly to him.

"Me." Eiri said casually, though was a little surprised him self. He looked Shuichi up and down, noticing the butler suite fast enough. The liquid in his throat rose, threatening to spill; and the already steadily working alcohol shot his senses clean off. Eiri pushed Shuichi out of his way groggily, closing the door behind him without even realizing it and stumbled to the wall, holding his stomach, panting.

"You're in pain!" The boy exclaimed, coming up by Eiri's side.

"I d-drank a little too much." Eiri explained, bringing his wrist up to his mouth to cover his lips in a small attempt to keep the drinks down. Shuichi, doing his best to think of a solution, moved from Eiri to scan the bathroom of anything that might help. There had to be some thing – the damn bathroom was huge – with its long 3 curtained white windows, the spotless tiled floors, and its 2 miniature Jacuzzi-pools. No human needed two Jacuzzis in one bathroom!

Upon seeing some towels, Shuichi grabbed them all, and laid them out floor like a small bed. He then –carefully- reached for Eiri, who, to his surprise, snapped at him. "I don't need your help!" But, seeing the man sway sickly from side to side, and hearing the pain in his voice, Shuichi knew he did. Suddenly, Eiri closed his eyes and slid down the wall—and the tiny butler quickly caught him.

"O-Oi!" He strained, moving the violinist to the blankets as best he could and settling him there. "H-Hey!" Shuichi called nervously when he saw the blond did not wake. Touching his wrist though, he checked his pulse – sighing with relief – he was just sleeping.

Shuichi did a double take, trying to wake Eiri. "Heyheyhey!" He said, rising his voice a little. He poked Eiri's cheek and called a last, "Hey!" Yes, he was definitely out.

Silence rose throughout the bathroom, and by then, Shuichi could only hear the sound of his heart pounding and the man lying beside him breathing. He watched, mind perplexed, as the light chest rose and fell with every intake of air. "We met again," he spoke plainly, though a smile graced his face. He ached to twirl the blond's hair – it was so silky, and shined with the lights of the bathrooms ceiling dancing on it. Shuichi stopped gazing for a second, thinking he should probably go downstairs and fetch help – but some thing in the back of his head told he shouldn't.

So, deciding he'd go downstairs if Eiri didn't wake for another 30 minutes—Shuichi perched himself over the angelic, pale face, soaking in its features, putting all of it to memory. The white skin, the supple pink lips—the light curves of Eiri's face, the way the clothes was loose on the slim body and, Shuichi pulled away, admiring how pretty and long his fingers were. He squealed like a happy girl, bringing his fists to his chest and sighing in contentment, doing his best to maintain control over his voice so Eiri didn't hear; "He's so cool! He's probably so smart, to be able to come to one of these parties," Shuichi thought, voice lowering, emitting a sad sigh. "I shouldn't think this way," His eyes lowered, "he's probably married."

A weak grin pricked the corner of his face as he trailed his hand down the skin of Eiri's cheek. "But it's not too bad, is it?" Shuichi's voice echoed off the empty walls. "At least I got to see him again… My dream came true..., " he paused, eyes lowering with sadness, "I just wish I could understand why I feel this way about him, I mean, I hardly know him." Shuichi sighed, then sat up, shivering a little. Why was the air conditioning on full blast in the winter?

Eiri's eyes opened very slowly, his senses barely coming back. "Mmmmpf? D-did I pass out?"

"Yes. Are you alright?" Shuichi asked; voice just –tipping- with concern.

"You know, you're really cute." Eiri gave a sluggish smirk, the effects of the alcohol finally taking to its fullest.

"W-what," Shuichi uttered, shocked.

"You're even blushing…" He snickered, sitting up gradually and moving closer to the younger boy. Shuichi knew it would be an easy enough escape- Eiri had just passed out from being so drunk, his composure was wilted- but for some reason-Shuichi's legs were glued to the floor. W-why is my heart pounding so fast? He mused as Eiri reached out, closing the space between their bodies. Without even knowing very well what was happening, he looked up, seeing the blond now craning over him. Shuichi's face continued to burn. He protested, but to his astonishment, pitifully; his voice sounded so much weaker then it really was with the request;

"G-get off me," He whimpered. "Y-You're drunk."

"Am I?" Eiri laughed, bending down to nip the skin of Shuichi's neck.

He smells like alcohol, Shuichi frowned.

"So," He whispered, and Shuichi shuttered as he felt Eiri's lips curve into a smirk against his throat. "Enlighten me. Why are you here?" He went back lapping up the skin with his tongue and teeth.

"I-I… My friend Hiro works under Mr. and Mrs. K-Kata a lot, and they asked him to set up the party. H-He knew I needed the job and hired me as an assistant. I-Infact, I'm supposed to be working." Eiri didn't take the hint. "S-so please get off me so I can get back to work- ohhh" Shuichi couldn't help but relax against the subtle touches.

"I'll pay you whatever amount you're getting paid being here." Eiri growled, his voice groggy and tired, but, no matter, he began pulling the jacket off Shuichi's body and throwing it askew all the same.

"But doesn't that make me a prostitute or some thing?" Shuichi asked, horrified. Eiri became quickly annoyed with why the buttons wouldn't come undone (he's still pretty drunk) so he just broke the last 3 buttons and jerked it off as soon as possible. Shuichi felt deeply embarrassed, being scrutinized under Eiri's gaze like this; it showed as he quivered, drawing back.

Eiri just pinned Shuichi beneath himself again though, restraining the boy from leaving him. Happy with the new areas of the Shuichi's body that were newly exposed and now free to explore, the violinist took up one of the nipples in his mouth, which quickly hardened at his touch. Shuichi's eyes closed and he moaned, but then the thought before came again,

"D-Doesn't that make me a prostitute if you're paying me?"

Annoyed, Eiri spat his reply, "No, I'm paying for my time with you, not for sex." Considering this, Shuichi nodded in agreement,

"Yeah… That makes sense-hey! WHAT are you doing!"

Eiri looked up, his hand now engulfed in Shuichi's pants, an iniquity sneer on his face. "Touching you." He spoke as if it were a most ordinary and casual thing.

X SMUT ENSUES X

"T-This isn't right! We're in some one else's home!" he cried out, "I don't want to do this!"

"Oh?" Eiri asked inquisitively, smiling almost as he pulled the pants off the slim legs and made quick to remove the last article of clothing. "Your body says differently," He stated, calm and collected, as he reached for Shuichi's erection. Shuichi was fast to grab Eiri's hand and stopped him, but the blond just looked up, smirking. "Why are you denying yourself of what you want?"

"I-I…"

"You don't even have anything to say," Eiri smiled a little, and it left Shuichi stunned momentarily. As quick as it had come though, the smile faded. "Now," he persisted onto the matters at hand, jerking Shuichi's hand off his wrist, "Let's have a little fun, shall we?"

Shuichi lied in place as Eiri untied the boy's shoes and pulled off his socks. Shuichi curled up his toes at the sensation of the cold, his whole body was shaking, his brain rattling with thoughts. He kept thinking back, although, as to how beautiful that smile looked on Eiri's face. He didn't even notice he was completely naked until the man spoke again.

"Just calm down," Eiri whispered delicately, once more reaching out for Shuichi's erection, except this time successfully grabbing it. "Relax."

Shuichi did just the opposite of this. He tensed up, his muscles becoming tight. It did feel good though; being touched like this; he'd never felt anything so… so… well, erotic, really. From where Eiri touched him, his whole body felt warm even though he was naked and had been cold just moments ago– and the anxiety of it all made him anxious as to what Eiri would do next.

"Good boy."

Rational thinking, it seemed, came back to Shuichi when he heard some of the people downstairs laughing. "W-we can't do this."

"Sure we can. You know you want it." Eiri started moving his hand up and down to give the boy a new kind of feeling.

"O-oh g-god," Shuichi's panting reached a new pace. He tilted his head back, mewing and moaning at the feeling. Eiri watched Shuichi's face convolute into different expressions, now noticing himself to be getting really, really turned on by this. Even in his drunken state, Eiri mused; Tohma never makes me feel like this so quickly. What's with this kid? He stared, on the brink of loosing himself with the brat right now. Why do I want him so badly? Without thinking, Eiri shifted his position, letting go of Shuichi to grab onto his inner thighs with both hands. This wasn't some thing he did normally first time with some one new, but, oh well.

I want to hear him –scream- my name.

Just as Eiri was about to lower his head though, he found the back of his neck underneath the heel of Shuichi's foot and this forehead pressed against the tiles. His head swirled in pain, and he almost passed out again. Shuichi had moved quickly enough to actually kick him with his heel!

Eiri's head ached as he listened to the boy scamper up and gather his clothes. Oh hell no, I'm not giving up that easily.

Yuki stood quickly, and blocked what he could see was Shuichi's only escape-the door. He growled, rubbing his head, "You know, that hurt. But I'll forgive you if you lie back down like a good little brat and let me continue."

"Please move. I'm sorry, but I can't do this!" Shuichi's eyes were filled with tears. In his drunken state, this only made Eiri angrier.

"Stop crying. Be a man. Just seconds ago," Eiri licked the tips of his fingers. "You were quivering at my every touch, making such alluring expressions on your face. Do you think I will so easily let you leave, now that you've gotten me worked up?"

"Well, fine then!" the boy snapped back. Truth be told, he still wanted Eiri, his senses were now craving for what he had only just tasted – but his dignity was at a price here too. They were still in some one else's home, he was still supposed to be working, and god knew what in hell Eiri was suppose to be doing – he still needed that money, even if Eiri had said he would pay him… still! Angry at himself, Shuichi turned around and rushed to where he knew one of the emergency exits were; where Hiro had told them they were, in case there was an emergency and he needed to lead the guests out.

"You can't escape." Eiri hummed.

"I can so." Shuichi popped open the latch for the window, letting the breeze take it and fling it open. The curtains flew outward, curving in the thick wind. Shuichi propped his leg up on the ledge of the window, looking straight down the building. A long, twisted staircase crawled up the wall – it was rusted to a fuzzed green with dirt and rain, and it didn't look very stable; but he didn't care. Looking at the alleyway the escape staircase fell into – it looked like it was in the back of the apartment; it fell onto a gap in the apartments, which lead to a street. That was good; he recognized this road, then. Shuichi hopped out, and for a second, Eiri's heart stopped. He heard metal clattering, and his not-as-bad but pretty bad assumed thoughts on what had just happened were just proven true, as he rushed to the ledge and looked down, watching Shuichi's futile flee.

"Damn it!" Eiri still wasn't letting this kid get away. He too, hopped onto the ledge, and then to the staircase, but, still being as unstable as he was – lacked the modishness he usually maintained, and almost tripped and plumaged right down to his death into the alley. A little fearful now, he regained himself, and, carefully bolted after Shuichi; who was a good 3 stories down from where he stood.

Shuichi looked up, hearing the pattering of Eiri's feet, knowing now he was being followed. He sped up, hugging his clothes tightly to his chest (he'd only managed to get his pants back on earlier) as he rushed down the steps. One foot came too soon before the other, and, with the addition of the rain/sleet that had fallen earlier, Shuichi lost his balance and fell down the steps, nearly screaming as he went. By the time he stopped falling, he was gripping the railing, mind fretting over the fact that he could have died just then!

Eiri had caught up at that moment, and as soon as he reached Shuichi, he pulled him into his embrace and fell back against the steps.

"Y-you made me chase you." He mumbled. The boy felt safe against Eiri, and he decided to envelope in the feeling, even though he had been just running away from him. Calming down, he eased against Eiri's chest, even with the cold he did not shiver. And it was much colder out here then it had been in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eiri said gently, his voice wavering into nothing. Shuichi did not know where he was going, but a drowsy haze washed over him, and he came to sleep against the man as he was carried into no where.

chp 3 end

Well… that took a really, really long damn time to write. Now Shuichi and Yuki are –really- acquainted at least! I'll be continuing that "smut scene" in the next chapter; hopefully, probably, maybe; I might just turn it into a little fluff.

For those of you who skipped the smut, here's a summary:

Eiri keeps being persistant, and Shuichi ends up thinking logically kicking Eiri. Eiri blocks the door of the bathroom and Shuichi, instead, takes escape in the emergancy staircase outside one of the windows and flees. Eiri chases after him. Shuichi trips on the stairs, Eiri catches up; and Eiri grabs Shuichi and holds him against him self; and allows Shuichi to sleep as he picks him up and carries him. The end.

I was planning to do it all in this chapter originally, but it is, I decided, just too damn long. I hardly consider what I did smut, it was so light. I'm sorry if I bored you, but I can't do anything until Shuichi and Yuki know each other well enough. ; ; Don't give up hope on me This story will get better as it goes on, and as I have more time to develop things. I've got lots of ideas I want to put on these pages. :D

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