A/N: Was that a long period of time? This has been churning in my head for a while. Sorry for the wait. And the Du Hast and Du Hasst argument, I got it. I love play on words…. =) I may misuse it for my own purposes. Be forewarned. Oh, this might fit a stormy mood.
Du Hast Chapter 3:
Candle for the Damned
The hospital was not in the best of areas. Eyes continually darted and scanned, sizing up the group, making the trip all the more uncomfortable. Pitiable and questionable characters lined the streets, staring out from alleys, or looking blankly at the whole procession. Shindou had already lost 1000 yen to these pitiful characters; his wallet was only saved by Hiro snapping it closed and into his pocket, away from the greedy, constantly staring eyes.
The hospital was no better; in fact it did not even look like a hospital. It seemed to be covered in dirt, grime and other unmentionables. That of course made it looked abandoned and about to fall apart.
"Shacho, uh..um…not to question you or anything but are you sure this is the place? It is …" Sakano darted his eyes around the potholed street "…not quite where I would find…."
Tohma cut him off. "This is the place, I tripled-checked. Unless there is another man named Uesagi Eiri with the same personal data as him, of course." He absentmindedly ruffles his hair with his hand, his nervousness betrayed in the gesture. Tohma looked tired these days, when the group saw him. The usual friendly looking demeanor hiding a personality as ruthless and strong as steel that Tohma was well known for, was gone.
Hiro, K, and Suugaku noticed how Tohma had not shared the details of Yuki Eiri's personal data, but it was not unusual for Tohma not to reveal more information than necessary. Shuichi was too hyped up, Hiro assumed about meeting Yuki again, to care about information he could weasel out of Tohma. The end result would be been the same though, except Tohma might not had the patience to freeze Shindou Shuichi in his tracks.
I feel cold.
Shindou Hikaru ignored the voice and concentrated on the doorbell.
Striding pass the group, Tohma reached a building looking even worse than the junkyard next it, and pressed the doorbell, ruining his expensive snowy white gloves on the filthy dust covered surface. Despite constant ringing, no one had come to the door. Tohma looked at his fingertips soiled by grime and dirt, made a slight grimace unnoticeable except by Sakano, and turned his gaze towards the door., To the surprise of his "companions" Tohma started pounding on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, almost throwing Tohma off his balance and onto the steps.
"My mommy isn't here. Go…come back later." The door was promptly shut in their faces. The little boy had no noticeable features except he looked mix. But dressed in clothing no better than rags, the boy lived in the hospital with his mother? Ignoring the stupefied expressions on everyone's faces, Shuichi in a bout of strength (recall how he could go through doors, walls, ceilings if necessary), kicked the door open once again.
I'm lonely. Save me.
"Yuki?! Where are you Yuki? YUKI?!" Shuichi started yelling and screaming hysterically at the empty, decrepit foyer. There was no sign of the boy. The other five people walking in, Suuguru carefully so as to not ruin any of his clothing. "Stop yelling Shindou," the keyboardist tried saying calmly. He winced as the boy ignored him. "That's not going to help matters. But really I had no idea that the poor lived like this." Catching Hiro's gaze, Suugaku looked puzzled, "Hey did you just give a look?"
Ignoring Tohma's cousin, Hiro walked forward, and tried to restrain the hysterical pink haired singer, who was currently wailing and screeching with his powerful voice that had topped the Oricon charts. A fragrance, out of nowhere, seemed to flit, and tease the senses. Stopping suddenly, Shuichi clutched his fellow band member and best friend tightly, as if he were drowning.
I love you. Die with me.
But in a sense, Shindou Shuichi was drowning. Drowning in an onslaught of memories of a certain blond haired man, that were being corrupted at the same time, superimposed with the images of a black haired singer that had challenged him, and made him miserable. What really was the line between pleasure and pain? This house, what was so strange about this house? Was it really a hospital?
Frozen solid her heart is. Fatally and Forever.
Hiro was really worried. Shuichi looked like was about to faint or throw up, even both, any minute now. Was he sicker than he appeared? Funny how this dump was a hospital; if Shuichi needed medical attention, they were already in a hospital. Ha ha, very funny. Hiro cursed at himself. What was wrong with his friend?
"Aishiteru. Koishiteru."
The rain of blood that flows
"What? Speak up Shuichi!"
Colors my hair, as it shines and darkens with the light
"I love…."
Hiro strained to hear the softly whispered words.
"I really lik…dislike…you." Shindou shuddered. " I hate you Yuki Eiri."
How could I even consider that normal way, blinded?
A frost beyond comprehension.
Hiro did not know what to do at this point and just tried to shake Shindou out of his reverie.
K had walked over and feel the poor boy's forehead, but Shindou flung his arm away violently.
Burn with irreverent fervor. Have a love that is black hearted and all the way to the soul.
A second later, he pushed Hiro onto the floor, and screamed with his hands holding his head if it hurt, " ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! I LOVE HIM OKAY? STOP RUINING IT..YUKI…POOR YUKI…" Tears drifted down the serious faced bubble gum pink haired singer's face.
Those tears are worth their weight in gold. No matter the cost, I …
A second later, he pushed Hiro onto the floor, and screamed with his hands holding his head if it hurt, " LOVE LOVE THAT'S ALL YOU THINK ABOUT. ASK ASK . THAT'S ALL YOU THINK. I LOVE HIM OKAY? ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!"
Till death do us apart
It seemed to be a password of sort, as without any warning or sound, the floor beneath the group's feet disappeared and they began to freefall. K took out his gun, but it was no use shooting at nothing but darkness. After all, it seemed suitable the group faced the darkness that Shindou had as his only friend.
A voice that listens blindly.
There is no way to live. Just lay quietly. Please, I beg you.
Eyelids flittered open, to the image of whitewashed walls. Shindou groaned, and started to get up, but his body hurt all over. Getting up, Shindou knocked over a red candle at his bedside, leading to someone opening the door. It was none other than ASK former lead singer strolling in and smoking.
Not the one to lose an opportunity, "Aizawa, I …I LOVE YOU!!" Shuichi quickly blurted the words out, giving it the same intensity as he did in chasing one blond writer.
Aizawa shot a contemptuous glance at him and threw his cigarette to the ground.
"Dr. Saeki, your precious experiment is awake." The sound echoed.
Long live chaos within order.But whose counting? Live young, die young.
Can you take it?
A/N: I know it's short. Bleh. I know my writing style might have changed and nothing really happened in this. Hehhehe more to come though. I think I have this planned out. Guess on what exactly the different font type things are. C/C appreciated.