Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warning: Violence done by someone not in a right state of mind.

When the returned home, they slowly returned to their normal lives, with less and less sight of Eve. But Shuichi started to notice that Yuki wasn't his normal self. He always seemed to be in deep thought. Even when they made love (on a newly bought mattress, after Shuichi went a little 'Die Hard with a Vengence' and set the thing on fire) Yuki seemed to be preoccupied with other things.

He was always off by himself now, lurking in his study or staring absently out the window. Sometimes days would pass without a word being spoken. His lover was almost like a statue, except for the nightmares he suffered when he slept.

Shuichi remembered the first night that he had awoke to Yuki shrieking, crying out in fear from his dreams, screaming about blood on his hands. The nightmares became frequent, and more and more severe as the days went on, and slowly the slipped apart from being lovers, and more towards Shuichi being Yuki's caretaker.

Before he knew it, a month had passed.

"Yuki?" Shuichi asked, walking into the apartment after coming home late to find the apartment dark and quiet. He stumbled over something, and looked down. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, but when they did, he discovered that it was an empty bottle of wine. Shuichi stared at it for a moment, and picked it up, carrying it to the kitchen.

'I hope he didn't drink the whole thing by himself..' Shuichi thought 'Maybe it spilled...'

"Yuki!" He called again "Your cars here... are you..."

He pushed open the bedroom door, clicking on the light. Yuki kneeled on the floor, staring down at something.

"Yuki?"

He scoffed softly.

"That's his name... not mine." He murmered

"Eiri." Shuichi corrected, slowly nearing him "Are you alri--."

He froze when he saw what Yuki was staring at.

'Oh God.'

His hands.

They were completely red. At first, Shuichi thought it might have been the wine, but he noticed that it was far too thick, and that it was still dribbling down Yuki's fingers. Shuichi bit back a scream and ran to his wounded lover.

"Yuki!" He cried "Who... who did this to you?" He asked, pressing his hands over his wounded wrists

"I did." Yuki replied calmly, bringing his amber eyes up to Shuichi's.

Shuichi looked around frantically for something to stop the bleeding, and pulled a sheet off of the messy bed, and wrapped it hastily around the writers wrist.

"Why?" Shuichi asked through tears

"Because..." Yuki said softly "I wanted to see... if I could still..."

Shuichi watched as Yuki's eyes slowly shut.

"Still what!"

There was a beat of silence before Yuki answered:

"Feel."

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