Cliched, what not...but still I post. I must be delusional. This is seriously getting old, I'm seriously mad. I suck at writing. I should really give up, but what the hell I can't. And hell, I still can't make up my mind on the title.
Still don't own nothing except my sucky piece of writing.
Chapter 2
"You idiot," a soft whisper in his ears awakened him from the dredges of unconsciousness. He moaned at the throbbing pain in his head, and slowly noted that a cloth was pressed against it. A wet sticky cloth that he soon realized was stopping the blood flow from his head wound.
He sat up in a sudden motion, and the agony multiplied tenfold. Barely registering the arms that quickly moved to encompass him, he lied back down to the support of body heat. It is cold after all, and the warm embrace was…well, it was warm. It felt like Yuki.
Yuki!
Willing himself to open his eyes, he was momentarily blinded by the harsh overhead lights. The roaring in his ears dimmed mildly.
"Idiot, are you alright?"
That voice, that veiled concern! How could it be? He was supposed to have left him for good! But he was back, and…dare he think it? Yuki's arms were holding him in a protective hug.
Blinking furiously, he looked up once again after adapting the brightness somewhat. What met his eyes filled him with a sense of something hollow being filled up, made his heart beat faster and his breathing more erratic.
"Brat, have you gone deaf or something? I asked you if you are alright."
Amber eyes, smoldering in worry and perhaps love. Or maybe he was just an illusion, a mere mirage or a dream.
"Yu…ki?"
His voice was cracked, both from emotion and from not using it for a long time. He was real. Holding him in his arms like now, he was real. He was warm, solid to the agonized touch. And before he knew it, tears were falling in silver streams past flushed feverish skin.
"Hey, stop moving. You'll get your blood all over my shirt."
The words were softened by his gentle tone, the one that he very rarely used, and this reduced the pain somewhat. Yet the persistent young man turned around in his lover's arms and snuggled slightly in his chest. Able to stop neither his tears nor his stumbling words, he lifted his arms and wrapped them tighter around his lover, as if to stop him from ever leaving again.
"I though you left me for real…Yuki…"
There was silence. Then a hesitant voice whispered softly.
"I'm sorry."
"Promise me you won't do it again?"
Yuki tightened his arms around his lover.
"Idiot."
Shuichi stiffened slightly and tried to pull away from the embrace when the next words stopped him cold.
"Chase after me next time." Then I won't leave anymore.
The freakin' end! This is so crappy, I could puke. Just too bad I like it.