Chapter 1: The Mistake
Shuichi was sitting on the couch, staring into the blaze of the fire that was lit. He wondered, 'Do I really have a chance at getting this through Yuki?' He glanced down at the divorce papers lying on the coffee table. They were Yuki's doing. 'Yuki said that "it just wouldn't work anymore,"' Shuichi thought as he sighed in disbelief, 'and now this… I can't take it anymore…'
He watched as some kids were playing outside by a lone fence post. One of them stopped and stared at him. She had short auburn-colored hair with streaks of brown cascading from the roots of her hair to the tips. Her misty blue eyes created a curious look to her. She just stopped; holding the ball they were playing catch with; and stared into the window blotched up with rain drops. Shuichi didn't know what to do, so he just turned his head and kept looking into the fire.
The house was cold when the fire finally went out after only ten minutes. Shuichi just sat there, thinking deeply about Yuki and what was going on lately. Then his phone rang. His ringtone, which of course was his own song Rage Beat, broke the silence. "Moshi moshi," he answered, "this is Shuichi." The man on the phone sounded like Yuki. "Mr. Shindou, we know about you." Shuichi was shocked with what the man said. "Excuse me?" he answered back, only to hear the same thing repeated. "We know about you. You and Mr. Yuki, that is…"
There was a crash. It was the glass coffee table that separated Shuichi and the staircase. "H…how do you know about Yuki!" Shuichi stuttered at the thought of their divorce getting out into the public. "We know everything. About you, the divorce papers, the girl through the window." "Shut the hell up!" Shuichi flipped his cell phone shut. Just then, he heard footsteps coming from outside the door. When it opened, Shuichi hit the figure with one of his CD players.
"OWWWW…." When the light shown on the figure, Shuichi knew he was in for it. It was none other than Eiri Yuki. "Yuki!" Shuichi tried to run, but Yuki came up behind and grabbed his hood. "…… the fuck was that?" His eyes turned evil as he flipped Shuichi around, bringing them face to face. "Um…. I thought you were… a… AACK!" Yuki tugged Shuichi's hood so hard that it tightened around his neck. "What the fuck was that?" He heard the boy whimper and moan softly, "Please, Yuki, let me go…" Yuki hesitated, but let the boy go.
"Now," he sat down, followed by Shuichi, "what was that about?" Shuichi sighed, "As I was trying to say, I got this weird call on my cell. This guy that sounded awfully familiar said he knew about "us," and I thought a stranger… that's all." Yuki just stared into Shuichi's violet eyes as Shuichi started to cry. "I'm so sorry, Yuki… please…" Yuki sighed and turned away. "Please don't leave me, Yuki. I need…" "You don't need ANYTHING!" He slammed the CD player from when he got hit on the ground, which shattered it to pieces. "I'm tired of your bullshit! I don't care what the fuck you need or what the fuck you say, it WILL NOT WORK!" He looked into his former lover's eyes, which started to water even more with each word Yuki said. "Go ahead and cry. Cry all you want, but I'm still doing things as I planned. Now sign."
He shoved the papers into Shuichi's hands. Shuichi picked up the pen and hovered it above the paper. His hand shook violently as his thoughts fought back and forth over to sign or not. Yuki became impatient, and he showed it by looking at his watch like time was about to end. Now the tip of the pen gently brushed against the paper as a signature was made out. Something other than time was about to end.