Bear with the OOCness….remember this is AU. Ryu is not going to be exactly like he was in the manga/anime and the anime version Nittle Grasper doesn't exist.
Shuichi
Shuichi was absolutely frantic. He'd looked everywhere….and he meant EVERYWHERE for it, but it was nowhere to be found. Now, he was borderline psychotic. If he'd lost it……No, he told himself, I didn't lose it! It was his good luck charm, and his prized possession.
He had tipped the couch over and was searching underneath, when something soft smacked him upside the head. "Kumagoro attack!" the excitable brunette called as he leaped into the room. Two weeks of working with Ryuichi had made him almost used to this kind of thing. "Watcha doin'?"
Usually, Hiro translated for him, or he wrote notes to Ryuichi. Shuichi glanced around the room helplessly for his pen and pad. Did he have to lose everything today? Finally, he gestured to his eyes, and then pointed around the room.
"Charades!" Ryu bounced up and down twirling the bunny around in the air. Sighing, Shuichi repeated the gesture. "I know! I know! You're looking for something! Treasure?"
Shuichi paused. He guessed it sort of was treasure. It was worth a lot to him, and wasn't that all that mattered? He shrugged, and Ryuichi helped him put the couch back.. "When I lose somethin', I just think real hard about where I was when I had it last," Ryu told him seriously.
Where he had it last? Well, the last time he really remembered having it was……oh, no! He might have dropped it at the blonde's. Gritting his teeth, Shuichi decided that he'd just have to go back and get it…no matter what!
Yuki
What's this? Yuki wondered as he picked up a small silver necklace with a charm on it was in the shape of a microphone. It was a ridiculously childish piece of jewelry. Probably cheap too. It must be that boy's, he decided sitting down at his computer desk.
Yuki was more frustrated than he usually was….and that was saying something. How could one pink haired, mute boy get him so off kilter? It was necessarily that he felt guilty. Guilt didn't cover half of what was going on in his head. He glared at the empty screen, and felt a surge of anger at the boy. It had been a long time since he'd really cared what someone else thought about him, and he didn't want to think about that.
A knock at his door jarred him from his thoughts. He found Mika standing at his door. "I don't have time for you today," he told her harshly.
Mika flipped her long hair back and glared at him. "What could you possibly have to do today that is more important that me?"
"I have a date, if you must know," he lied. He wasn't about to give an inch.
"Really? And who is this lucky woman?" Mika asked sarcastically.
As if by fate, Yuki saw a pink haired form running up his drive with desperation written all over his face. Perfect, he thought. "Ah, there he is!" He grabbed hold of the boy, and pulled him into a wiggling embrace. "Smile," he whispered into the boy's ear.
His sister laughed. "Very, well, Eiri. I'll leave for now."
Once Mika was gone, the boy pulled out his pad and scrawled, What is wrong with YOU?
All Yuki could do was laugh. That the kid was still this naïve intrigued him. He pushed him against the wall wanting to give the boy a kiss that he could never forget. Despite his intitial resistance, he soon melted in to Yuki turning the tables. Yuki felt something inside himself stir, and he released him.
The boy had returned his kiss was now several different shades of red. Pervert!
Now, Yuki was nearly doubled over with laughter. "You liked it, you little queer. But unlike you, I am straight. What are you doing here?"
My necklace. I think I lost it here.
Eyeing him for a moment, Yuki pulled it from his pocket. "You mean this tacky thing?"
The boy swiped it from his grasp, and struggled with the clasp failing miserably. "Turn around," Yuki commanded. He clasped it on the boy as quickly as he could, but it wasn't fast enough. He noticed the clean sent of whatever shampoo the kid used, and grunted. "There, now you can leave."
Shaking his head, the boy wrote him another note. People like my songs, you know. You don't have the right to be so mean to me! It's not like you know what it's like to write anything.
Yuki burst out into a fit of laughter. He led the boy inside and handed him a copy of his last bestseller. "I think I do."
The boy's eyes were wide. Still you don't know about writing songs. I am a musician.
"Maybe you are, but I haven't heard of you."
I am Shuichi Shindou of Bad Luck!
"Well, Shuichi, it's time for you to leave," Yuki told him glaring him. "I have things to do, and I don't intend to put up with you while I am at it."
Shuichi
He couldn't believe that this guy was such an asshole! Didn't he have an ounce of humanity in him? How could he kiss him like that and then be such a dick about it? Everything about Yuki Eiri got some kind of reaction from Shuichi. The worst part was that they were all generally good ones. The blonde was amazing in so many ways. Shuichi just wanted to be near him for some reason that he couldn't explain.
Will you drive me home? he asked.
Yuki lit a cigarette. "Why should I?"
It would be nice of you.
"You're not giving me a reason?"
Please!
"Fine, you annoyed me into it, but don't come back after this."
Shuichi coughed, as Yuki blew smoke near him. You shouldn't smoke. It causes cancer.
"I hadn't heard that," the older man said sarcastically. "Cancer can't be any worse than nicotine withdrawal."
Shuichi looked away, and forced out all the bad memories of chemo and of hospitals and of all the hell that he had gone through. Unconsciously, his hand went to the scars on his throat. He noticed the blonde frowning at him, and snuffing out his cigarette. "Is that what happened?"
Yes, but I never was a smoker.
"I won't pollute you anymore, but that doesn't mean I am going to quit."
Shuichi smiled, and nodded. He wanted to wrap himself around Yuki and tell him how wonderful he was.
Ryuichi
Ryuichi flopped down on the bed, and began tossing Kumagoro in the air and catching him. He was bored and it generally wasn't a good thing when he was. It meant that nothing was between him and the horrible thoughts. He held the bunny doll so tightly that his knuckles went white, as the memories began.
flashback 10 years ago
"RYU! Wait! I have to give you something!"
Ryuichi watched as Ami ran after him as fast as her six year-old legs could carry her. She looked both ways and then ran across the street to him with a lopsided package in her arms. He laughed and scooped her up. "You should be careful. Your mother wouldn't like you crossing the street alone."
Ami nodded, and looked up at him with beautiful, light violet eyes that mirrored his own. "But I HAD to give you something!"
"OK, Ami. Then I'm taking you back home," he told her setting her on her feet. She smiled and pushed the poorly wrapped gift into his hands. "Did you wrap this all by yourself?"
"Yep! Open it! Open it!"
Pulling back the paper, he saw two long, pink ears sticking out at him. The bunny was her favorite toy in the whole world. Ami didn't go anywhere without Kumagoro in tow. She even talked to the rabbit like it were a real person. The fact that she would give him to Ryuichi almost made him tear up. She was his niece, but she was more like his daughter. He was going to miss her on tour, but his band, Nittle Grasper, had the chance to open for a really big act.
"Are you sure you want to give him to me?" he asked.
Ami nodded seriously. "If he goes with you, he can give you kisses for me, and you won't be lonely! He's a really good secret keeper too."
"I bet he is." He smiled. People were going to think he was really weird if he toted around a pink bunny all the time. I'll probably just stash him on the tour bus somewhere, he thought. Of course, he'd never tell Ami that.
They walked hand in hand down the street until they got to Ami's house about two blocks away. Out front, a group of girls were playing. One of them waved to Ami and called her over. Ami left go of his hand and ran. Everything after that was a blur.
He vaguely remembered calling out to her as he desperately tried to reach her, but all that really stuck in his mind were screeching tires and Ami's scream.
end flashback
Ryuichi wiped away the tears that misted his eyes. He hadn't left go of Kumagoro since that day. Part of him wanted to believe that if he held on tight enough to the bunny doll and his innocence, that Ami would still be alive in him. Never mind that it took antidepressants and therapist sessions to keep him from slitting his wrists again, he needed to be happy and childlike for Ami.
Suddenly, another face popped into his head—one that reminded him so much of himself. Shuichi was as close to a pure soul as he knew. He'd joined Bad Luck to keep himself occupied. He stayed because he wanted to be close to a certain pink haired boy. Things were getting complicated.
Poll
I originally was going to make this Yuki/Shuichi but I am not so sure anymore. I am leaving it up to you……Ryuichi or Yuki? Leave me your vote in a review.
