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Chapter 4:

At around ten in the morning, Shuichi stood at the door his heart thumping. He was sure everyone on this floor would be able to hear it. He lifted his finger and rang the doorbell. It seemed like forever before Yuki opened the door. He stared at Shuichi, before moving aside to let him in.

Shuichi walked in and saw the place looked just like before, only in a lot mess. He turned to look at Yuki, who defended himself at once. "It's not always like this. It got messier today. Sit down, I'll get some coffee." He walked into the kitchen.

Shuichi went over to the couch and pushed aside a shirt lying on it. Then he stared…the shirt was covered in red, with something that looked like blood. Shuichi frowned and looked down to see very light stains on the floor like something had been cleaned up fast.

"Don't sit on the couch. It's too dirty." He heard Yuki call…he replaced the shirt and shifted to the chair, making up his mind to say something after the coffee.

Yuki walked in carrying two mugs. He looked tired…exhausted in fact. His beautiful blonde hair hung a little lank and he had dark circles around his eyes. He was wearing his gray pajamas and a black shirt whose sleeves came up to half his fore arm. Shuichi saw his arm was lightly bandaged, but it wasn't a very good job since the bandage was slipping off and the cotton under was red.

"So what brings you here?" asked Yuki sitting on the edge of the couch away from the shirt. Shuichi tried a smile. "Thanks for buying Wan the Bloopy toy. He loves Bloopy."

"Is that all?" Yuki sounded insolent. "You could have called, Shindou-san. Though I'm honored by the visit." Shuichi kept back a frown. "He seems to have taken a liking to you…I wonder why though."

"I don't know. And you'd better leave once your done with the coffee…I have work to finish." Yuki stood up quickly, a little too quickly it seemed because he swayed a little and had to catch hold of the couch. Red blood began seeping through the bandage and on to the couch. Shuichi got up and reached for Yuki.

"What happened to your arm Eiri?" the way he said it was more like a command than a question. He grabbed Yuki and steered him to the bathroom. Yuki tried to protest but he was feeling too weak. Shuichi undid the bandage over the sink…the arm was a bloody mess. A neat cut ran up from below the wrist to the elbow. He winced and looked for cotton in the first aid cabinet next to the sink. He wet it and cleaned up the cut, which didn't seem to want to stop bleeding, what was more it looked fresh.

"What happened to your arm Eiri?" he asked again, as he started dumping lots of disinfected cotton onto the cut. Yuki glared at him. "I hurt myself on the edge of that steel shelf in the hall. I was in too much of a hurry to get back to work and I didn't see where I was going." It was true, the steel shelf was too sharp and it could have happened. Shuichi wouldn't know the difference.

"Um…it would be better if you told me the truth. The cut is clean…no jagged edges. However sharp the steel shelf is if you got hurt when passing it there would have to be some jagged edges…" Shuichi looked at Yuki seriously as the other man blinked. "I'm not as gullible as I used to be Yuki."

"It's none of your business." Yuki snatched his now bandaged hand away. "you'd better leave."

Shuichi pushed him down onto the edge of the tub again. He had caught sight of something else. He caught hold of Yuki's collar and pulled down a little…he saw a series of very pale, almost unnoticeable scars small and big running down, disappearing below the shirt. "What the hell have you been doing?"

Yuki grimaced and tried to yank Shuichi's hand away. "I said it's none of your business. I'll do what I want to ok?" Shuichi's face was inches away from his…Yuki tried to concentrate on how his arm was hurting. Shuichi looked at him before suddenly bending down and kissing him hard. Pushed he pushed Yuki back further and they both fell into the tub. Yuki broke away, breathing hard, but Shuichi bore down on him again. His hand moved under Yuki's shirt sliding up his chest.

Yuki pushed him away. Shuichi's left hand was smeared with Yuki's blood, which had seeped through a small part of the bandage…but it was starting to dry up, now. "Get out." He growled at Shuichi. Shuichi backed away, and got out of the tub. Yuki caught hold of him in a weak grip, but Shuichi didn't break away. He led the other man up to the door. "I said get out! Don't ever do that again! Just get the hell out." He pushed Shuichi out of the door and closed it. He leaned against it before slipping down the length of it and into welcome darkness.

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Shuichi entered his apartment; Wan was still in Hiro's house. He closed the door and stared at his hand…Yuki's blood. He walked to the bath room and watched the blood run off his hand tuning the water a pinkish red. What was Yuki doing…god what had Yuki been doing all these years?

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A/N: Blood…there might be little bit too much of it in the next chapter or something…just a few lines ok? But I needed something to get Shuichi hot and bothered about. Plus how did you like the Shuichi kissing Eiri scene? I was bugged with Eiri kissing Shuichi every time they met and being the one to loose control! Please review and for those of you who don't like the blood or the way Yuki's acting, I promise he'll be ok soon.

Taka.