The Nightmare of Forever

Chapter 2

/sighs/ well, this past week I've been getting ready for my exams at school . and I haven't had AS MUCH time to get to these stories. I've been starting the next chapter for my other story, Moon Light's Call, and also, of course, typing up the next one for this. Now, in some of the reviews that I got last time, some of you were a little confused. Let me TRY to explain. I consider the world that the Gravitation characters live in, to be our world. SO! They are not crossing over to ours, since in my opinion they already are (me and my fantasies!). In my story, they are traveling into another reality that's NOT OURS! However, the alternative reality's Yuki IS traveling into ours. Okay, that probably made it even more confusing, but anyways! In this chapter, I'll try and give a few descriptions that make it clear that the reality that Yuki (the one from our world) just traveled into, is DEFINATLY not ours. (I mean seriously, who in their right mind would keep a taser in their living room?) So! Now that that's done with, and now that you're all thoroughly confused, lets begin!

Looking up at the posters, Yuki tried to understand what was going on. His Shu-chan NEVER dressed like that. It was usually in very bright colors, like orange, or pink. Yuki also couldn't remember Suguru ever getting any tattoos. Yuki knew that if Suguru had, he would have heard Tohma ranting at Suguru from his house 15 miles away. In the past, Tohma had been very adamant about his opinion on tattoos.

/Flashback/

Tohma stormed into his office and sat down at his desk glowering at his computer. He'd just come from a meeting about the new bands that would be given the top spot at the concert in Claymore Park. There were about 15 bands there, all vying for the very important part, the spot that was allowed to have the most number of songs. Tohma had been sitting down on a couch, sipping some water, absolutely positive that Nittle Grasper would get the part. I mean they were the number one rated band in Japan currently. However, when the man from the committee got up to announce the results, Tohma was about choked on his water and had to be pounded on the back by a nearby waiter when a band by the name of Good Charlotte from America got the part. He was even more shocked when they went up to the committeeman and Tohma got a good look at them. They were covered in tattoos, and one of them even had spiked hair. Furious, he'd stomped (in his very Tohma like way) back to his office, and sat down at his desk, glowering at his computer.

Hearing a knock on his door, Tohma looked up and mentally calmed himself before calling out "Come." Ryuichi came in, closely followed by Tohma's cousin Suguru.

"Na no da! Kumagaro wants to know why Tohma looks so sad today!" Ryuichi bounced up to Tohma's desk, holding the bunny in his hands.

"Hey Tohma! How'd the meeting go?" Suguru came up to Tohma's desk and looked at him.

Tohma sighed inwardly then told the story of the defeat by Good Charlotte. "Not only are they from America, but they were TATTOO COVERED AMERICANS!" Suguru jumped slightly. He'd never heard Tohma yell before.

"Kumagaro-kun thinks that Tohma needs to relax some! Whenever Kumagaro and Ryu get tired, we draw!" Ryuichi pulled out some crayons and a coloring book to demonstrate this, then plopped on the floor and began coloring a picture of shiny things. Tohma put his hands over his eyes and closed his eyes. Sometimes, Ryuichi was too much to handle. Even though they'd been friends for almost 15 years, it still got to be too much sometimes.

He looked over at Suguru "I swear, if I ever find ANY of my employees with tattoos, I will personally go up to them and fire them."

/End Flashback/

Yeah, Yuki was definitely sure that there would be no Bad Luck if Tohma had seen Suguru with tattoos like that. Trying to read what the tattoo said under Suguru's eye in the almost non-existent light, Yuki frowned, not sure if he'd read it right. He thought it looked like the character that read zetsumei…death.

"What the hell…" Frowning even more, he was backing up from the poster when he heard something that made him freeze. Coming from behind him was the distinct sound of a lock being unlocked. Not really wanting to see the person on the other side of that door, Yuki could feel a cold sweat breaking through his shirt. 'What kind of person keeps a taser in the living room?'

There was a brief laugh as the door swung open, then a voice that Yuki knew so well, except it now had a sharp edge to it rang out "Well well, look who we have here. The little writer has come out of the closet. Not get enough of it this morning?" Yuki turned slowly around and regarded the scene before him. Shuichi, with what to Yuki was a new hairdo (the punk spike one, remember?) was standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. Shuichi was wearing a skintight shirt that was pure black with the words 'Masochist' written on the front and some black pipe pants that had at least 5 chains hanging from them. Standing behind him with a smirk on his face, was Hiro, wearing only some black swim trunks and an ankh necklace. Behind him, looking out from lowered eyes outlined in black mascara, was Suguru.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean baka?" Yuki turned around and gave Shuichi a resounding glare that usually would have sent him scurrying. This time, it only seemed to amuse him.

"Baka? You haven't called me that in a few years. Hmmm…I'll have to do something about that once these guys leave" he shrugged his shoulder in the general direction of Hiro and Suguru.

"Once again, I repeat, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Yuki glared at Shuichi even more, still not sure what to make of the situation.

"Hey Shuichi, I thought you had him trained and all, I mean, if he starts acting up like this what'll other people think of you?" Hiro was eyeing Yuki with a mix of disgust and amusement. This was not something that Yuki'd been used to getting. Mostly all the intense gazes that he got were from teen girls, and those defiantly weren't of disgust and amusement.

"What the fuck do you mean by training? Shuichi, what the hell is up with you?" Yuki was getting angry now, and glared at Shuichi, who just glared right back.

"You're right Hiro, I thought I had trained him as well. Damn, and he was getting so compliant to" he grinned, showing a file sharpened canine "Oh well, we'll just have to start the fun all over again." He gave a short bark of laughter and turned away, apparently assuming that the conversation was closed. Yuki didn't understand that quite as well. Yuki clinched his fists and stomped forward, about to grab Shuichi by the shoulder when there was a flash of black next to him and suddenly a nicely sharp knife was pressed against his throat. Yuki's eyes widened, not comprehending what happened. Shuichi was still in front of him.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," someone whispered from behind him into his ear. An arm was firmly wrapped around Yuki's waist, and the other arm wrapped from around his back, with a knife firmly clutched in its owner's hand. Shuichi turned around and smirked.

"Nice one Suguru. And Yuki, he is right you know, you really don't want to try that around here…there are way to many ways to get hurt." He nodded to Suguru who slowly released Yuki and came to stand behind Hiro, once again looking up from lowered eyes, outlined in black. Frowning, Yuki decided to keep comments to himself from then on, or at least until Suguru left, then Shuichi would get it. Yuki smirked, picturing what he would say to Shuichi, and how he would react, but most of all the part where they made up. Yuki defiantly couldn't help a smile that came onto his face.

"What the hell are you smiling at? Shuichi, I swear, if you don't do something about him, I will." Hiro was looking at Shuichi with a frown on his face, and Yuki felt his stomach plummet.

"Okay okay, I get it, I'll get right on it tomorrow. In the meantime, why don't we try to get some light in here? Suguru, go check the fuse box downstairs. Check to see if there's anything that can be done about this light." Suguru nodded slightly and headed towards the door that led to the downstairs.

Shuichi turned to Hiro "In the meantime, why don't we start off were we left in the car." Hiro grinned and stepped towards Shuichi, placing a hand on the back of Shuichi's head. Leaning down, he gave him a kiss, which soon turned into one with unchecked passion behind it. Yuki just gawked. He couldn't believe that Shuichi was doing this, in front of him.

Breaking the kiss, Hiro looked Shuichi in the eyes. "I did warn you about him. And now he's staring. I swear if you don't do something I'll-"

"Shit! All right already! God, can't a guy get a decently kissed without being interrupted?" Shuichi sighed and looked at Yuki, who still had his mouth half way to the floor. "Sorry, but when the lover says something, you better jump to it." Shuichi grinned and Yuki got another good luck at his file-sharpened teeth.

"Oh hell no, you got to be fuckin' kidding me!" Yuki backed up until he hit the wall that held the poster of Bad Luck.

Shuichi just grinned, "Let's see, what should I do…ah yes, this seemed to work rather well this morning." Shuichi bent down and picked the taser up off of the floor. Flicking it on, Yuki couldn't help but flinch when the jolt of electricity ran between the two metal bars on the taser. Yuki'd heard that this was now a favorite among many police forces because of its ability to cause a person to go unconscious at higher levels. He'd thought nothing of it until now. Shuichi came towards him, taser held out slightly.

"Hurry up already, I'm not going to wait here all day."

Shuichi looked over his shoulder at Hiro "All right already! Enough of the bitching." It was all the distraction that Yuki needed. Springing away from the scene, and he dashed down the hall. There was a yell of surprise from behind him and a quick patter of feet. Yuki almost made it into his office, which he knew had a sturdy lock on it, when he tripped over something. Hitting the floor with a thud, Yuki yelped in surprise, and looked behind him. The dictionary that he'd thrown at Shuichi a few hours earlier was lying on the floor. 'That's twice that damned thing tripped me!' Yuki groaned in pain as a foot connected with his stomach. Curling up from the impact, Yuki never saw the taser that came down at touched his back. Slumping unconscious, Yuki had a look of mild surprise on his face.

"Finally, now we can perhaps finish what we started…twice…"

Shuichi grinned and turned from the slumped form of his former lover and turned to Hiro "Sounds fine by me." Smiling, Hiro led Shuichi into the master bedroom and shut the door, leaving the unconscious body alone in the hall. Or at least almost alone.

At the beginning of the hallway, sitting silently alone, sat the quiet form of Suguru. He was gazing adamantly at the unconscious body, not making a single noise, even as loud groans started coming from the bedroom. Making up his mind, Suguru stood up and walked over to Yuki. Looking down at him through lowered eyelids, Suguru grasped Yuki's arm, and dragged him out of the hall into the living room, then depositing the limp body on the couch. Taking a seat across from him, Suguru just starred at Yuki, waiting for him to wake up.

Oooooh! Creepy! Shuichi's with Hiro and poor Yuki doesn't know what to make of it. For all of those interested, the design that I had in mind for Suguru was that of Gaara from Naruto. He has the same black mascara around his eyes, and the same type of tattoo. Anyways! I'm in need of reviews and if I don't get many then I'll just assume you guys don't like the story and I won't continue it. Next chapter (assuming you guys want a next one) there will be a new prospective of the alternative world's Yuki. We'll be able to see how he acts after enduring the "evil" Shuichi's abuse for so long. Okay! Please, review!