Chapter 3

"Ryuichi-san, wait!" Hiro came walking up beside Ryuichi.

"Hiro-kun? Nani, na no da?" The genki singer asked calmly, tilting his head at the longhaired boy. Hiro took a deep breath.

"Aren't you worried about Shuichi? I mean, maybe he won't be well..." Hiro stopped in his tracks and leaned at the wall.

Ryuichi looked at him for a short while before answering.

"No worry, na no da. Shuichi will be all better, Hiro-kun," Ryuichi smiled at the guitarist.

"How can you be so sure?" Hiro asked him looking down at the floor again. "They said that..."

"Shuichi will get better, because he has people he likes, na no da. And we will miss him if he goes away, na no da. Don't be sad, Hiro-kun, it makes the air sad. I know that I will be able to sing together with Shuichi again, na no da. Aah, I can't wait, it's so fun, na no daaa!" Ryuichi walked away, happily singing and whistling.

Hiro sunk to the floor and gave a faint smile.

"Maybe he is right... I worry too much," he stared up in the sealing. "But you know, Shuichi, then you will have to hurry... I really want to get back playing in the band with you. I really do."

Yuki Eiri was having a hard time. Just a few minutes ago, he had been sitting at the couch, hiding his head in his hands and trying to calm down from the still remaining shock.

Now, he was wondering why he hadn't locked the door, and why he even answered the knocking.

His whole living room had been suddenly filled up with annoying people, giving annoying questions. Now, he almost had enough.

"GET OUT FROM MY HOUSE!" He yelled, trembling with fury while trying to suppress the tears that threatened to fill his eyes. He was tired and worried and so heartbroken that he felt like he was going to faint any moment.

"Yuki-san, how is it, how are you feeling at this very moment. Shuichi Shindou maybe won't live. What is your reaction?" an especially irritating male reporter asked, almost muffling the microphone into Yuki's mouth. "Did you ever have this experience before, like, in your childhood?" The man continued.

Yuki froze and stared at the journalists. The man had certainly pressed the wrong button. The writer didn't listen at all to the protests from the man when he grabbed him by the shirt-collar, opened the door and threw him out. He gave a murdering glare to the rest of the press people, who was so surprised and shocked by his action that they left right away without any more words.

Just when the blonde writer had closed the door and locked it tightly, a new knock was heard.

"I thought I told you TO GET AWA..." he silenced when he saw who it was. "Oh, it's you..." he left the door open and walked over to the couch.

Tohma silently stepped inside and closed the door after him.

"Eiri-san... daijoubou?" He asked worriedly. "I thought I would make it in time before they came but..."

"They asked about my childhood..." Yuki said silently, lighting a cigarette. Tohma stared at him.

"They... did WHAT?" He yelled, for the first time in the whole day. "Masaka! Did you tell them any..."

"OF COURSE I DIDN'T!" Yuki shouted angrily, gripping his lighter hard in his hand. "Of course I... didn't... I..." he hid his face in his hands. "I... just can't bear it..." he sobbed and dropped the cigarette to the floor.

Tohma hastily crouched in front of the novelist and took his hand.

"Eiri-san, I have told you. That boy is only trouble and despair for you, you should really think it over... you can't be around him, it's not good..." Tohma silenced when he saw the look on Yuki's face. Then writers face was white of despise and he stared down at his brother in law. He shook of Tohma's hand as if it was contagious.

"How... how dare you! You... go, just... go away. Get out of my house... NOW!" He rose and pointed at the door.

"Eiri-san, please..."

"Get out. Before I do something I'll regret..."

Tohma turned without a word and left.

Yuki stared after him as the door shut. He then sat down on the sofa, leaned backwards and let out a pained sigh. For the second time that day, he felt how his cheeks became wet of tears. He put his hand over his mouth and sobbed quietly.

"Why…? Why did you… do it, Shuichi? Why, Shuichi…" as his tears streaked his face, he felt how tired he was, and without stopping it, he let sleep take over him.

Shuichi was staring at him, his face dripping with blood. He was crying, but his tears were not water, but blood!

Yuki took some steps forward against the pink haired boy, but he didn't come any closer. He reached out with his hand, and he saw how Shuichi reached out for him.

"Yuki…" the voice was as a whisper, weak and weary. "Yuki, don't go… tasukete!" the last word came of the singers lips in a wail of sadness and he slowly began to fade away.

Yuki leaped forward to no use, he still couldn't reach his love.

"Shuichi! Wait! Shuichi!"

Yuki found himself on the floor in a very uncomfortable position. He had fallen off the sofa as a result of his nightmare.

It surprised him that the dream had affected him so much. He hadn't been waking up like that for a long time. It was just that time after "he" had…

But before he latched his memory on his painful past, Yuki shook his head and stood up straight. He was NOT going to let Shuichi slip away that easily from life. He had a job to do, and more, he had someone that didn't tolerate him sneaking of. Even if it was from life this time.

Suddenly, his door was kicked open.

"Oi! Nii-san! You here?" Tatshua's voice yelled. The black haired monk was making his way into the living room where his head met the painful back of one of Yuki's books.

"What. Are. You. Doing. Here?" Yuki's voice held an unspoken threat as he lifted his hand with the book away from Tatshua. Tatshua sweatdropped and turned his head slowly, only to see a pair of murderous eyes.

"Erhm… I just thought…"

"That I'd be sitting, sobbing and pity myself?" Yuki said icily, carefully hiding the fact that it was just what he had done.

"Um… something like that, Seguchi-san said…"

"He talks a lot, and you know that. I don't give a damn about what he said. What are you DOING here?" Yuki asked again.

"Well, actually, I was thinking of that I may have to drag you back to the hospital, in case of you not want to move, but I see that that won't be necessary." Tatshua said, pointing to the fact that Yuki was perfectly moving and standing up. "The doctors are talking to Shuichi's family right now, and I think that you should be there to."

Yuki frowned and looked away.

"Why should I? I'm not his…"

"Yes you are. You are part of his family, his life. Don't try to reject it," the monk put a hand on his shoulder. "As I said, I… I think it's important that you'd be there to…"

"What?" Yuki stared at his brother and now saw that the monk's face was very worried. "What are you talking about?"

Tatshua hesitated before answering.

"I don't know if you ever heard it, but the doctors said before that Shuichi is missing blood and may not live the night… and… well, they still don't have any blood to give him. There is very little hope at this point…"

Yuki stared at him another additional seconds before turning around and heading for the bedroom door.

"Nii-san? You alright?" Tatshua looked after him. Yuki didn't answer as he disappeared into the room. He came out again rapidly and went for the apartment door.

"Nii-san…?"

"No, of course I'm not alright, you idiot!" Yuki snapped at his brother. "I'm coming with you," the blonde man said angrily. "Happy?"

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End chapter 3... Ne ne? What do you think? I am so sorry for not updating but I have tons of schoolwork... - So, at least here is another chapter. This is not finished in a loon time. There are lot of chapters to go. XP The plot is still fresh. )

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