Warnings: Au, x-over, yaoi, possible violence as the story progresses, random moments of humor and/or fluff, quasi-smut included.

Disclaimer: I own it all!
…Shyeah right.

Weiss Geräusche

'Prod,

I'm pretty confident that I can say that Shu and I have made up. I'm also pretty confident that we can be considered an official couple now. I'd really like to tell someone about it, and since you're like my only friend who's not in the band… Tag! You're going to be it. I'll catch you later, after I figure out where he got off to.

Saki'

He was drifting lazily, but a nagging discomfort was pulling him from the hazy dreams of slick flesh and heated lips. Images that slowly shifted into gentle touches and laughing exploration. Finally a soft whisper against his ear.

I love you.

Suguru's eyes snapped open. He shot up in the bed and stared frantically around the room. All in all, he wasn't pleased with the image that replaced the ones behind his eyes when he realized he was now fully awake. A pillow. Blankets twisted around and clothes strewn about the place. But no pink haired singer to be found.

Where was Shuichi?

Was it just a dream? A glance down at his state of undress and he realized that at least some of the dreams he'd been having were not, in fact, dreams. But what about that last one? Had Shu really said that to him?

I love you.

Suguru closed his eyes with a tiny shiver of excitement.

His practical side pointed out that it was probably just a dream brought on by his first sexual experience with his first boyfriend. After all, who wouldn't want their first to proclaim their undying love, right? Right. Even so, he couldn't quite quash the secret hope welling up inside at the thought that just maybe he hadn't been imagining things.

But since Shuichi wasn't there to interrogate, erm, ask about their relationship, he'd have to find the older boy and corner him. Which involved actually getting out of bed. He shifted and winced. There of course was the drawback to having sex. Perhaps it was the fact that it was his first time, or it could simply be the fact that he had chosen to do so with another guy that made it very awkward.

It didn't matter, he decided. He had to get up and get a shower. No a bath would be better, would allow him to soak some of the stiff soreness out of his body. But what a reason to wake up sore. He could easily get used to this if it meant more nights like last night. He let a satisfied smile curl his lips.

Shifting cautiously to try and minimize the ache, he shoved the covers away from his body and stood. He stiffly walked to the living room. It was odd to be in Shu's home without anyone else there. And he could tell, even without glancing into the kitchen or bathroom that his singer wasn't there. The place felt empty without him. With a sigh he snagged his backpack and wandered back into the bathroom to start running the water.

Gratefully Suguru sank into the steaming bath. Grabbing the soap from the small dish protruding from the wall he began to lather himself up. Leaning his head back against the cool porcelain rim he thought back, remembering the first time he had found himself in Shuichi's bathtub. It had been the night that Bea died, that night she had been murdered by his father. He waited for the overwhelming pain that usually accompanied the thought of his caretaker, surprised when all he felt was a quiet sadness. He still missed her, mourned her absence, but… he wasn't overwhelmed by her loss.

Suguru wondered when it had happened, when he had started to heal. He smiled.

"Hey Bea. I hope you're okay wherever you are. I'm doing good now. I'm happy."

He laughed lightly at himself, feeling silly as soon as the murmured words left his mouth. But it was true. It also felt right. This was where he first began to come to grips with her death, and it was sitting here now that he realized he was completely healed. Even if it was kinda weird to come to the realization and decided to speak to her ghost while he was sitting naked in his MIA boyfriend's bathtub.

Eww. Ok, putting it that way, it was really weird. There was no way he'd be able to finish the bath in comfort now. Shaking his head he splashed some water over his arms, rinsing away the suds that had collected against his skin. He dipped below the water to rinse out his hair and broke the surface, pushing the clingy wet strands away from his face. He stood up and quickly and snagged a towel to briskly dry off with.

A few minutes later had him in fresh clothes with his teeth brushed and his hair combed. He was just stepping out of the bathroom when the phone began to shrill and a pounding came from the front door. He paused, unsure which to go for first.

"Suguru! Open up! Hurry!" Hiro's frantic scream cut through the wooden door.

Fear swept over him as he heard the hysterical note in Hiro's voice. He raced for the door, ignoring the phone that was practically vibrating off the wall with unrelenting rings. The moment he threw the door open Hiro grabbed his arm and started pulling him down the stairs.

"Ow! Hiro, you're hurting me! What's going on!" he demanded, unsuccessfully trying to pry himself out of the larger boy's grasp.

"No time. Come on, we have to get to the hospital. Now!"

What? The hospital? It took a second fro his brain to register the words, but when they did he stopped resisting. He started to run with Hiro, no longer being pulled but matching his pace to the red head. They clambered down the stairs and out to Hiro's waiting bike.

Hiro tossed his extra helmet to Suguru and flung his leg over the bike. He shifted foreword far enough to give Suguru enough room to clumsily climb on behind him. Almost before Suguru got settled on the bike Hiro ripped it into gear and lurched away from the curb. Suguru had to fling his arms around Hiro's waist and clutch to him for dear life as he took a corner more sharply than he should have.

Wind tore at him, even from behind the shield of the red head's back. Suguru didn't get a chance to grab a jacket and wore only a t-shirt with his pants. He hadn't even put on his shoes before rushing along behind his friend. He wanted to ask what was going on, why they needed to go to the hospital but knew he wouldn't be able to be heard over the wind. And honestly he wasn't sure if he was willing to risk distracting Hiro when he was speeding so much.

So he sat, trembling on the back of the bike, wondering and worrying.

An eternity later they arrived at the hospital. They both jumped off the bike and hurried inside. Suguru fell back a bit, waiting for Hiro to lead the way. Hiro dashed down the hallways until they arrived at a small waiting room that was situated, Suguru noted with a sinking feeling of dread, not far from the ICU. Hiro nudged him inside and closed the glass door behind them.

A room with white walls, and an empty attempts at color, it held all the warmth and personality of a hotel room. Along the soft couches in the far corner, next to the large TV he found his cousin sitting with his head in his hands. Even the feathers that trimmed his favorite jacket seemed to hang as limp as the miserable air surrounding the young president.

Ryuichi was curled up in one corner, clutching Kumagoro to his chest, with tears trailing unheeded down his cheeks. He was watching Tohma with an agonized expression, as if he wanted to comfort the blonde, but knew that there was nothing he could that would make a difference. Suguru had never seen the older singer look his true age as he did at that instant.

Nagi was standing in the corner, watching them both with a carefully blank face. The psychic looked up at their entrance, acknowledging them with a tiny nod. There was no welcoming smile or sardonic joke about them being late as usual. Suguru noticed that Nagi was surrounded by swirling, agitated colors that were lashing around him without his usual focus. A sure sign that he was upset and about to loose control of his telekinesis. In fact there was a small line of color that danced below the large seventy two inch flat screen TV. A closer look showed that the TV was hovering mere centimeters above the ground. So Nagi was in more control than he seemed, but still upset about something. At least he wasn't accidentally breaking things with his powers.

What really surprised him was the other blonde in the far corner. Yuki Eiri. He'd met the man a couple of times and he couldn't really say he much cared for the Tohma's brother-in-law. Yuki was prickly and he glared all the time. Right now he was glaring even more than usual and, ignoring the no smoking signs, nursing a cigarette between his thinned lips. What on earth was the man doing here? And why did he look so pale and worn?

Suguru stared around in confusion, waiting for someone to enlighten him. Hiro didn't seem to notice, instead he moved to take the chair across from Tohma and quietly ask the room in general, "Any news yet?"

Tohma raised his head and Suguru stared at the bloodshot eyes rimmed in red. Tears trembled, unshed. His cousin opened his mouth as if to answer, but no sound came out. Instead he shook his head 'no' and let his face fall back into his gloved hands.

"What's going on?" Suguru demanded, his voice quiet, as if afraid of disturbing the uneasy tension of the room. "Hiro dragged me here without telling me anything."

Several heads turned to look at him. Nagi was the one who answered.

"Seguchi-san's wife's bodywas discovered this morning. Whoever attacked her is believed to have gone after Seguchi-san himself this morning. Shindou-san was there morning when the attacker tried to kill him. He managed to protect Seguchi-san and injure the attacker, but was, unfortunately, injured in turn."

"Shuichi was hurt?" Suguru's legs turned to jelly and he sank to the floor where he stood. No. It wasn't possible. Omi was an assassin. He killed people, he didn't get killed. He was fine, it was all just a big mistake. His eyes fixed on the other men in disbelief.

"That's not possible," he insisted. "Where is Shuichi?"

"He's in surgery right now. The doctors are trying to save him." This time it was Tohma who answered him. Suguru jumped to his feet. It wasn't true.

"You're lying to me. STOP LYING!" he screamed. He felt long arms, wrap around him and he struggled against the broad chest he found himself pressed against. His head snapped back and he glared up at the blonde novelist. "Lemme go! This is all your fault!" he raged. "None of this would have happened if it weren't for you!"

And it was true. If he hadn't been involved in something in New York, Mika never would have turned against Tohma. Esset would never have cared any of them had existed. Shuichi and he would have met anyway. Maybe not as quickly, but there was no way they wouldn't have run into each other eventually in the music circuit. Maybe they'd even be alive right now, Mika and Bea. And maybe Michiru wouldn't have been hurt. It was all Yuki's fault.

He noticed the startled confusion that swept through golden eyes at his unexpected attack. Before he could say anything else, tendrils of swirling colors enveloped him, pressing against his mouth, wrapping along his legs, trapping him.

"Suguru, be still," Nagi ordered.

Oh yeah like he had a choice with the psychic boy holding him tight in a wall of telekinetic powers. He glared at Nagi with a look of betrayal. How dare he use his powers against him? He'd trusted the other boy, and now Prodigy was holding him against his will. Hiro, Tohma, and Ryuichi all seemed frozen in the background. They didn't matter right at the moment. All that mattered was getting away from Eiri and free of Nagi's hold and finding Shuichi.

"Suguru, you can calm yourself, or you can be calmed by the nice young men in white coats who are staring through the waiting room door and debating whether or not they should sedate you," Nagi informed him in a conversational tone of voice. A glance proved that the Prodigy was telling the truth. There were a couple of orderlies who were watching, waiting to see if they needed to intervene.

Suguru froze. Finally the two men outside seemed to decide that things were calm enough because they kept walking, picking up the conversation they'd been having before they had noticed the commotion Suguru had caused. The tendrils of color eased away from him. Eiri didn't seem to trust his sudden compliance nearly so much as Nagi did because he didn't loosen his grip. Suguru tilted his head up to stare at the older man who still held him.

"Let me go!" he spat out. "I don't want you touching me."

Yuki dropped his arms and stepped away. He picked up his cigarette that he'd left in the potted plant beside his seat. "Whatever. Damn brat. Like it's my fault you're having a nervous breakdown," the tall blonde muttered. "Don't know why you seem to want to blame me for this shit, but what the fuck ever." He sprawled out in his chair.

Before Suguru could turn on him and tell him in very precise detail exactly how this was all his fault the door to the waiting room opened and a doctor walked in. Hiro stood up and moved to stand at Suguru's back, a reassuring presence. Nagi too moved to stand with them and wait for the doctor's words.

Suguru stared at the woman, wondering how old the doctor was. She didn't look like she was very old at all. Early to mid twenties at the latest. She was wearing a pale blue business suit, trimmed in soft pink beneath her white jacket. A stethoscope was wrapped around her neck and she held a clipboard cradled in the corner of her arm. Her hair was swept up into a twist on the back of her head leaving long bangs to frame her delicate features that regarded the men in the room with caramel colored eyes.

The young woman cleared her throat.

"Excuse me. Are you all here for Shuichi Shindou?"

There were various nods, and murmurs of assent from the gathered party. Suguru flicked a cold look over shoulder at Yuki's mumbled 'Hell no.' He turned to look back at the young doctor. Her mournful expression made a horrible feeling blossom in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm Dr. Takaoka, I was assisting Dr. Mayoto with the surgery."

No.

"I'm terribly sorry… I'm afraid we weren't able to save him."

Um, the end.

...Oh fine, here's a random excerpt from the sequel type thingy I'm working on. It's all you're getting from me for now:

Nagi stared up at the ceiling, cracked by the uncontrolled surge of his powers, willing his breath back to normal. That same nightmare. Again. He was terrified that it was going to happen again. It seemed almost inevitable that it should given the similarities between them.

But there was no way he was going to allow them to take what was his this time.

"Is Nagi-kun okay?" a worried voice called through the door jolting him from his thoughts.