Hellooooo! Back again, and as you noticed, there's now a Gohou Drug section (though they used the English name and called it 'Legal' Drug...) Right now, most GD fanfics are in the CLAMP category, so if you review one of the fanfics, remind them to switch their story into the GD category.

Anyway, thanks for the immense support. Glad you liked it!

Oh, and the reason it just kinda... jumped from the first and second chapters without an in-between, was because I needed to fit the lyrics, and this was the best way. There's a flashback mode in here, and that'll fillin the space from the first to second chapters.

Reviewer responses at the bottom, and ENJOY THE FIC!

Italics- Flashback

Must Get Out: Chapter 3

Even though the tears had slowed considerably, and the silence was only punctuated by soft sobs and Kazahaya in my arms, supporting his light frame, fondling his face in my hand before lifting it up to brush his hair gently, my other hand running soothing circles on his back. It was what my mother would do to me as a child, I vaguely remembered, and it appeared to work with this particular child too. I held back a soft grin at the thought of what his reaction would have been had I voiced this out loud.

Right now though, he would have most likely just told me very quietly to shut up, or maybe not have said anything at all, and turned away. Rejection colder than ice.

The golden-haired boy in my arms stirred lightly, biting his lips once again as he looked up at me through tormented eyes, his mouth opening in a bare whisper, as his eyes swam with poison and mourning.

"I feel… like I'm dying…"

My hands stilled. His words, spoken with slivers of sharp pain and tainted despair that told how much he had really seen, scared me. His face was pale, so white, snow would have been envious, his eyes as dead as a cemetery at midnight, like I had never seen them, not even that night when I had first seen him, almost freezing to death in the snow. Not even then had they been this dead and empty, so full of torment and hopelessness. Even at that time they had been burning with a desire to live, with hope of what the future would yet hold.

With a soft sigh, his body crumpled against mine, worn and emotionally beaten, and I realized how shallow his breathing had become. So shallow I could barely hear it, and fear engulfed me so darkly I didn't realize how hard my grip was on him until he weakly lifted his head.

"D-Don't worry… I'm not dying… I'm just… so tired…" I apparently hadn't hidden the fear and anxiety in my face, or else he wouldn't have reassured me like that. Pale lips sighed, and his eyes slid closed heavily, "I just n-need to sleep for a while…"

And with that, his body became completely limp, and I pulled him closer, reassuring myself that he was breathing, and alive, and telling myself that he'd pull himself out of this, and get through it, like he did everything else. But something told me things wouldn't be the same. Not after everything he'd seen.

Laying him back into my bed and pulling the covers into a snug fit around him, I let my hand linger longer than it needed over his face, fingering his silky hair between my fingers.

This whole scene, all begun on a quiet, uneventful afternoon. I folded my hands underneath my chin, drawing in a heavy breath.

Staring up at the ceiling while wishing for a glass of water was about as lazy as I could get. Normally, I wasn't lazy. But I was simply tired, and bored, and felt too comfortable in my bed to bother myself to get up to get a glass of water I didn't really need.

Swiveling my head to the side, I was able to watch the streets outside, watching as people of all kinds strode underneath, different races, nations, ages, classes, educations, religions, status and reputations. It really was strange to think that every single one of the people that walked below, all wearing coats, all having legs, arms, heads, eyes, ears and hair, were completely different from the one walking next to them.

Once again, it was Kazahaya's small figure that particularly caught my attention, like a fish is drawn to bait. But this time, though I couldn't see his face due to the speed at which he ran past the street, I could tell something was wrong. There was a distressed manner in his movements… something out of place…

I wondered what it was. Oh well, he probably didn't want to share it with me anyway. So I turned on my side, my back to the door, and closed my eyes, ready to mull over whether I really wanted the glass of water or not. .

Soon enough, the front door slammed, but to my surprise, mine opened, and a chorus of sobs and wretched cries made me practically jump into a sitting position in time to catch sight of a crying Kazahaya, body shaking dangerously, eyes bearing a tortured look like I had never seen before, before he flung himself at me. I reeled back slightly, out of shock and because his choking grip was hurting my lungs, but something was horribly wrong, and I did the only thing that came to mind with him kneeling on my bed, his arms hanging onto me like a condemned prisoner on a rope, bawling so loudly and shaking so violently I was sure something was going to break or burst inside him. I held him.

"Kazahaya?" I asked cautiously, "What happened?"

"R-Rikuou…" he choked out after a couple seconds, his grip on my shirt tightening.

"Calm down… what happened?" I repeated, trying to make my voice sound as stable and reassuring as possible.

He only cried louder and muttered, "I'm going to be sick…"

So I lifted him up gently, trying to calm the growing dread in my own stomach, carrying him in my arms to the bathroom, where he was quietly sick for a couple minutes, violently retching whatever he'd had for lunch that day down the sink. The tears running so vividly down his face made a morbid picture as he collapsed on the floor, arms hanging limply from the edge of the sink. Kneeling in front of his miserable form, I wiped his eyes and mouth gently with my thumb.

"Better?"

He nodded, so I picked him up again, relieved that for the moment he had calmed a bit after vomiting, enough so that he swallowed heavily, face still buried in my chest as I settled him back into my bed, my worry mounting with each passing second I witnessed his distress.

"At the park… there was a tree… and when I l-leaned against it…" he clenched his teeth, fighting and failing miserably in making his voice stable though its shaking, "A girl… t-they took," he whimpered softly, squeezing his eyes shut, "…advantage of her… and then m-murdered…" his faltering voice cracked pitifully, and fell silent, consumed in a burning wave of dark memories and emotions.

For the first time, I wondered how vivid his visions were, and hoped for his sake that they were nothing close to the reality I could only imagine a rape and murder had to be.

He was too naïve… just living with him for a short time had proven that to me, and to have him witness something like that… I closed my eyes, feeling sick suddenly. Pitying him, and wrapping my arms tightly around him, as if by the strength of my hold I could ease his torment. He shook in my arms, whispering in a strained whisper, 'Oh my God, oh my God…'

I had never seen him like this. He had been flustered, sad, out of sorts, but never… never like this. It was the first time I had ever seen him crying, and that in itself was a huge shock to me. He suddenly cried out, his fingernails clenching into my chest painfully, but I only held him closer, realizing that the scenes would replay in his mind over and over, and he would have no respite from them even in sleep.

What effects this would have on him? I knew that his visions almost became ingrained in mind as if they were his own, but he was too innocent, pure… he couldn't live with something like that…. Oh God, what would happen to him? Kazahaya without his innocence and naïveté just wasn't Kazahaya…

I suddenly realized that I was probably hurting him, my arms crushing his delicate body, but apparently, he hadn't felt it, his mind flooded with darkness… and he screamed, as I was sure the girl he was replacing in her memories had. But it hurt me all the more because it was my Kazahaya who was screaming, who didn't deserve to have this curse upon him, who shouldn't have been seeing those things… and witness them as if he really had experienced them.

"R-Rikuou!" he gasped suddenly, clutching his chest as if he'd been stabbed, breathing heavily, and I guessed that had been how the girl died… I leaned my hand over his face, brushing it gently, but he flinched away from my touch, recoiling as if burnt, his wide, tearful eyes glazed over as he threatened to relapse into another breakdown. Of course he would be jumpy about sudden touches, I scolded myself, he had just practically been a first hand witness to rape.

I touched his arm gently, easing my arms over him so as not to scare him again, and with relief felt him prop against me, pulling himself closer, burying his face in the folds of my shirt again.

"It hurts…" he cried out softly, and I pressed him tighter to me. I should have been uneasier, but in light of the situation, there was something calming about supporting him as he cried, letting it all out, murmuring whispered comforts in his ear.

--sighs-- aaaaw, they're so cuute!

Responses:

Hikari Raine: there's a category for GD cause I made one . Hopefully this fit the gap between the 1 and 2 chapters sufficiently. The reason for the gap was because I needed to make it fit the lyrics.

Kitsunedemon: Thank you!Enthusiastic, aren't we? Hope this chapter was satisfactory!

Neko Faerie: Thanks. Don't know where it's going either... --laugh--

Sephyrah: Thank you! And yeah, Gohou Drug is an excellent manga. It's by CLAMP, what do you expect?

Dagger Maxwell: Oooh, as in Duo Maxwell? I love him! Wow, thanks for all the compliements. I'm really glad you liked it! Actually, I consider this to be what a song fic really is like. A normal fic, based on, or supported by, lyrics. Those fics that are pretty much lyrics with lines in between are well, just that- someone's else lyrics with sentences in between, and hardly worth being called songfics.

Sozuki: Thanks! Yeah I know, for once, I actually have a manga read before it's published... although vol2 should be out around now. And yes... that one has the infamous Chocolate scene. It'll probably be a bit different than what you think, but it's good, and amusing, and shounen ai galore! What I am wondering is why Rikuou didn't throw Kazahaya off immediately... --evil grin-- You'll see what I mean...

Din Shuuichi: Yup, GD category! There should be one for CLAMP School Detectives too. I know there's only one or two in thissection so far, but there's a good bit of fics in the CLAMPcategory if you search for them. I personally think Rikuou is in character for the most part, but I thought some people might see him as OOC.

Paigeboy: Don't do things! I updated! Thanks!

Tokki-tsu: Korean bunny ! Angst is good. And yup, now there's a GD section.

Rycitia: Wow, thanks! I have an issue with musings.. I think too much, and ramble on when I write... I'm trying to fix that. Actually, Kazahaya and Rikuou I find much easier to write than Fai and Kurogane from Tsubasa (gosh they're hard) whom I actually have a fic with. Yeah, you caught a lot of what I was tryign to get through with both characters! I've been really into dramatic scenes lately --sweatdrop--.Yeah, so far there's only three books... i'm heartbroken! --sniffle--

Megchan2: Yeah, I definitely wanna find Clover. Anything byCLAMPis good. Hope you liked this chapter!

Itsuki the Gatekeeper: Thank you for listening to my plea aboutmore descriptive reviews! Of course, since I was trying to fit the lyrics, and they clearly state crying, then I had to make Kazahaya cry. There's something so cute about the characters crying!Eek, but no, I don't know any good Kakei/Saiga... they're cool though . Thanks, and I hope you liked this chapter! We need more GD fics!

Sol-nemesis: Thanks!

Black Angel of Destruction: Yay, it's liked!

Thanks to everyone! I was a bit worried about the character in-keeping (--sweatdrop--) but I've been assured otherwise. Once again, review, and I hope you liked it! Lyrics were pretty self explanatory, so I didn't bother writing an explanation.. too lazy...