Disclaimer: Of course, they don't belong to me. sobs
Warning: Justly deserved violence and slight torture against a certain producer
A.N. Sorry it took so long to update! But it's a nice long chapter... sorta... hope you enjoy it!
Shuichi returned home once again to an empty apartment. He missed the sounds of Yuki's frequent typing. Or even his insults. He missed the feel of Yuki's body in bed next to his.
Remembering what Yuki had slipped him, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out the tiny folded-paper package that Yuki had given him. Opening it, he smiled at the contents.
Yuki came home a few days later, and slowly things returned to normal. With no sightings of Eve, Yuki was doing better everyday, so much so that it worried Shuichi.
"Yuki?" Shuichi asked, one morning over breakfast "Are you alright?"
"Hm?" Yuki asked, raising his head above the newspaper he was reading "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just that..." Shuichi began, empting his bowl of cereal "You seem... almost... too alright..."
Yuki folded his paper, setting it his lap, cocking his head at Shuichi.
"You think too much." He said simply, reaching for him
Shuichi walked into Yuki's grasp, allowing himself to be pulled into his lover's lap.
"Just relax." Yuki continued "And trust me, I'm fine." He replied, kissing Shuichi softly "You're going to be late for work."
Shuichi nodded, reluctantly pulling away from his lover's lap.
"I'll see you when I get home." Shuichi said, nearing the door
Yuki nodded softly, standing and watching Shuichi go. When he heard the door close, he sighed and moved into the living room, reaching into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting and taking a long drag. He reached for his coat. He had somewhere to be.
"Eiri. I was wondering when you'd come."
Touma looked down at Yuki, his feet barely touching the floor in his office, his back placed firmly against his large glass wall, and Yuki's forearm ramed firmly into his windpipe. Yuki didn't reply for a moment, but looked at Touma so coldly, so emotionless, that Touma really began to fear for his life, having seen that look in Yuki's eyes before, so long ago.
The look of when he'd take a life. The carelessness, yet power behind them. The slight smirk on his face. Touma gasped to no avail, his body screaming out that he needed air. Yuki laughed softly at Touma's squirming, at his flushed and strained face. He then released him, letting him drop to the floor. Touma scooted away from Yuki, gasping for air, his legs to weak to stand.
Yuki follwed close behind, watching with slight amusement as Touma made a serious effort to get to the door. Yuki even stopped for a moment, crossing his arms and letting him get about a foot from the door, before walking swiftly over to him, grabbing his legs and dragging him swiftly across the carpet, burning his skin.
"Oh no. You aren't going anywhere." Yuki said, moving to the door and locking it, placing a heavy chair underneath the doorknob
"What do you intend to do with me Eiri?" Touma asked, his voice feigning calm
"Something along the lines of... beating you like you stole something." Yuki replied, removing his jacket and rolling up his sleeves, moving over to Touma
"Eiri..."
"Touma, I really want to know..." He said, turning Touma over onto his back, and dropping his foot onto his chest, smiling as he felt a rib break "Just two things." He continued, moving away from Touma, and watching as Touma rolled on his hands and knees, cradeling his stomach with one hand. "One." Yuki said, slamming his leg down across Touma's back, Touma's knees buckling and giving out. "Why did you tell her? Why did you lead her right too me?" He asked, kicking Touma in the side, making the producer roll over, groaning in pain
"I... I thought..." Touma said, between gasps "I thought it would be the best way too..."
"To what!" Yuki yelled, his leg coming down across Touma's neck "Make me crazy!"
"To end things." Touma replied, coughing upblood on his beloved carpet
"You only made things worse Touma." Yuki said, kicking Touma in the stomach, Touma curling up around Yuki's leg in an attempt to stop him from moving it. A swift stomp on Touma's ankle with the other leg quickly put a stop to it. Yuki kicked him again, before asking "And second." He said, kicking Touma so hard that he flew back and rolled a bit, landing on his back, Yuki stradeling him, his hands going back to his throat "Why are you helping her?"
Touma's hands went to Yuki's wrists, his nails digging deep into them. Yuki looked down at Touma, pure rage in his eyes, seemingly unphased by the pain.
'Am I going to die?'
"Because..." Touma said, gasping for air "I was... curious..."
Yuki smiled, leaning down, his face mere milimeters from his.
"You know, Touma." He said, softly "Curiosity killed the cat."
Shuichi sat on the floor, his eyes glued to the Tv.
"N-G president and Nittle Grasper producer Touma Seguichi was found severly beaten and battered in his office a few hours ago. Medical records indicate that he suffers from a broken wrist, fractured elbow, six broken fingers, a disloacted shoulder and hip, three cracked ribs, several concusions, a broken ankle, numerous cuts and bruises and strangely enough... one of the most severe reported cases of... get this... rug burn." The news anchor said "He is refusing to give the name of his assailent, or file charges."
The door opened, Shuichi turned his eyes from the news, to find Yuki coming in, a smile on his face, and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"Yuki!" Shuichi yelled "Someone hurt Mr. Seguchi! Maybe it was Eve..."
"Somehow... I doubt that."
Yuki walked into the living room, hands in his pocket, staring amused at the Tv.
"Weird." He replied calmly, walking away, humming to himself.
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A.N. Poor Touma, I almost feel a little sorry for him... almost.
