Purposely An Insomiac
By MacabreLAM
Usually, Yuki could not sleep because he couldn't stop thinking. Sometimes he had Shuichi there, who would 'wear him down', but this wasn't one of those nights. Shuichi was with Ryuchi, probably doing a number of things that would get him in trouble, or is just plain goofy.
This particular night, when he had no one around, he could not stopping thinking about the real Yuki. And that gun... that oh so painful gun. To even look at. He would never tell anyone he still had it. He would never ask anyone to help him by opening his safe. That's where it was, after all, and he still tried to make himself forget the number.
But he's an insomiac, and thinking about it so much has printed it into his brain like words on a book. It was distressing, I would guess, because that night he rose from his bed and just walked out of the front door. No shutting his bedroom door, no grabbing his keys, no changing clothes. Nothing. Just left. And he came here. To me.
For a second time.
I was sleeping, for it was well past midnight this weekday, when I heard knocking on my door. Slipping out of bed and stabling my pregnant wife from waking up or slipping out of the bed, I shut the wooden bedroom door and gaited softly as a ghost in my almost feminine like body to the door. Pulling the gold painted handle, my mouth did not help but drop. There stood, in dark blue boxers and a woman beater shirt, Eiri Yuki.
He was not one who, like Shuichi, would just fall into your arms. No, that had only been once. When he had killed ihim/i. Him, who so did not deserve such stress from this novelist. And him, who got what was coming to him. Him, who had betrayed my Eiri Yuki.
But we must fastforward to now, because if I think to much on the past I will get lost. So now, here sits Eiri Yuki, the novelist I killed Taki for. The man who, only to Taki, did I state, "Because I love him more than the world." before pushing him in front of a car.
And Yuki finally broke the silence, "When I sleep, my dreams are full of nightmares. Some about Shuichi, others about... Yuki, and still others about Taki or... you." The blonde man looked up at me, gold eyes meeting aqua, "Some say I hate you with a passion, and some say you are just a thorn in my side. You are not either of those. You saved me when I needed to be saved, and although I admit you can be annoying to me, I could never hate you, Seguchi Tohma."
I nodded, trying to see exactly where he was going with this. He certainly would not tell me he loved me, for he had Shuichi. Perhaps I was to be a momentary mind lift. It didn't matter to me. As long as Yuki was happy.
Yuki, to my greatest surprise, came forward from the couch opposite mine, and sat next to me, before wrapping his arm around my waist, and the other on my shoulder. And then he fell to his knees on the ground, and he cried. And all I could do, for a second time, was hold him.
I did not realize until later on that he had done it because he missed me, not because he had nightmares. He may be a insomiac, but this time, he was purposely an insomiac.