Hi! I'm back! Sorry for once again taking forever. I was going to make this chapter a little longer, but i didn't want you guys to wait another two or three days so... here it is! Hope you like!

Chapter Six

He opened his eyes to the blinding rays of the sun. His vision was blurred as he stared at the sparkles that radiated off of the crystal wind chime. Such beautiful lights, thought Shuichi, his eyes half lidded, looking drowsy and distorted. A white blanket covered his frail body while soft pillows surrounded his entire body. Shuichi smiled softly as he snuggled close to the warm western bed. It's so warm…

His eyes lifted and came upon a man turned away from him, staring out through the window, his hair golden. Shuichi gasped as he stared at the beauty in front of him, his eyes widening in shock once he realized that he wasn't in his bed, or his room. He sat up and tried to straighten his hair, combing through it with his fingers. A light blush staining his cheeks as he glanced over at the blonde once again. It's him! The man… I'm in his room! And wearing… his pajamas! What happened last night? How did I get here? Did I… did we…? Shuichi's blush darkened as certain images came to mind.

The man turned around, goofy smile in place. Shuichi quickly looked up at the man, excited to finally see the one he had met at the banquet, yet as he stared at the man his expression swiftly became a mixture of disappointment and misery.

"Shuichi!" shouted Hideki cheerfully as he walked toward the bed, his blond hair bouncing, looking strange around his face. "You're awake! I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

Shuichi turned away, his disappointment overwhelming. Tears filled his eyes as he knotted the blanket angrily. I must control myself. I am fine. There is nothing wrong. I'm just tired and stressed. This will all past… Shuichi sniffed as he quickly wiped at his eyes, Hideki oddly quiet as he did this. "What happened last night?"

Hideki sat down on the bed and pulled Shuichi close to him, his back colliding against the blonde's bare chest. Shuichi sighed as the other ran his fingers through his hair, stopping briefly to feel his sweaty forehead. "You have a slight fever," said Hideki, right before he kissed Shuichi's neck.

Shuichi rubbed his head wearily, his eyes closing briefly. "Of course I do," he muttered angrily. "Not to mention I have lyrics to write, a performance to prepare for, a photo shoot, and a walk off this weekend!"

Hideki was silent for a moment, running his fingers through Shuichi's hair, leaving feathery kisses on his slender neck. He sighed into his friend's ear, sending shivers down Shuichi's back. "You haven't said anything about my hair, Shuichi."

"I noticed you dyed it blonde. Why?"

Hideki smiled mischievously. "I needed a change. Do you like it?"

Shuichi smiled softly, his eyes looking out the window, watching a bird bathe itself in a fountain in the park. He sighed, relaxing within Hideki's hold on him. Some hair fell over Hideki's eyes and into Shuichi's gaze. His smile grew as he stroked the strands. "You reminded me of someone," he breathed.

Hideki chuckled as he removed his hair from Shuichi's grasp. "Oh? Was this someone a past lover? Is he well known? Do I know him? Who is it?"

Shuichi shook his head drowsily, the soft smile still in place. "It's no one. Just a little crush I developed a while back. Nothing too important. He probably doesn't even remember me."

Hideki quickly turned Shuichi around, lips capturing his forcefully, his tongue thrusting inside. He pulled Shuichi closer until he was crushed against his chest. "I can pretend to be the one you want," murmured Hideki as he kissed him again, this time his hands slowly unbuttoning the other's shirt, moaning as he pressed himself against the model.

Shuichi' eyes widened as he felt Hideki through his pajama bottoms, a mix of fear and shock. He pushed harshly against Hideki's shoulders, trying to break the kiss and distance himself. Oh not again! Please not again! Make it stop… Finally, he broke away, gasping hard as Hideki attacked his neck, biting harshly and sucking. Shuichi focused on the park outside the window, his eyes glazing over. Please… make it end…

The telephone rang, making Hideki stop his assault. He looked into Shuichi's eyes, questioningly. Shuichi sighed, rubbing his head groggily, the ringing giving him a headache. "Aren't you going to answer that?" he asked softly, not meeting his manager's eyes.

Hideki scowled and removed himself from the bed. He walked over towards the phone on the night stand and snatched it. "What?" he barked into the receiver.

"Is Shuichi there?" a timid voice asked, sounding feminine.

Hideki's eyebrows furrowed, looking confused. Why does she want Shuichi? This is my place... unless... "How'd you get this number?"

"Well I… um… you know… uh… is Shuichi there? I really need to talk to him."

Hideki sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "And who is this again?" he asked, sounding bored.

"H-his s-sister…" the girl stuttered out.

Hideki raised an eyebrow as he turned toward Shuichi. "Hold on a sec," he said quickly as he covered the phone. He turned toward Shuichi. "Shuichi, it's your sister."

Shuichi groaned as he leaned back against the headboard, head hitting the wall. "Tell her that I'm currently busy."

"Shuichi doesn't want to talk to you." Shuichi sent a scowl in Hideki's direction as the manager smirked.

"Please… i-it's important…" she replied.

"She says it's important."

"Tell her to leave a voicemail!" Hideki stared at Shuichi, watching as the model's temper was slowly reaching the boiling point.

"It's about father!" his sister shouted, making Hideki have to remove the phone from his ear.

"It's about your dad."

Shuichi whirled on Hideki, fire in his eyes. Hideki cringed as Shuichi sat up in bed. "Well, YOU can remind her that the damn bastard disowned me!"

Hideki nodded.

"Father is dying!" his sister shouted, loud enough for Shuichi to hear.

Shuichi stood up, his expression becoming worried. He took the phone and leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath before he said softly, "Make this quick. I'm busy."

There was a sigh on the other end and a few sniffles. She's crying… she makes me feel worthless. But they all do anyway… "Father has cancer."

Shuichi scratched his head, becoming uneasy. "How long does he have?"

"Not long… a year at most. The doctor says that it's one of their worst cases. If only he hadn't smoked so much."

"I guess… Is he in the hospital?" asked Shuichi, his worry growing.

"They let him go home yesterday." There was an awkward silence. Shuichi didn't know what to say. It had been awhile since he had spoken with his sister and even when they did used to talk they never gotten along well. "Look, Shuichi," began his sister, suddenly sounding serious. "The reason why I called you… Father wishes for a family meeting. He wants you there."

Shuichi chuckled scornfully, sneering. "So that he can announce to the entire family that I'm a worthless faggot. Or that I'm not on the will. Or maybe he wants to apologize for how cruel he had been to me when I was just a child before my 'coming out'," added Shuichi sarcastically.

"Shuichi-"

"I have to go. You know, modeling to do, music to make. Worthless things, right?"

"Please don't go, Shuichi!"

"You don't understand, dear big sister! Here, everybody loves me! I am worshipped! Everyone wants to be me! I have money. I can get whatever… whomever I want! So why would I ever want to go back to that family. To that man. You all are nothing to me!"

"You know… for a man that has made it so great, you are the saddest of us all."

Shuichi's eyes widened as his grip tightened on the phone, his face turning red and his expression a mixture of anger, terror, and misery. He slammed the phone down on the charger, hanging up.

Hideki, who had been sitting on the bed, stood up, looking confused and worried. "What happened?" he asked as he watched his friend run his hands through his hair several times.

Shuichi shook his head. "I have to go." He said as he dug through Hideki's dresser, grabbing a pair of jeans and a black shirt. He slipped into the clothes quickly and slipped on his shoes from the other night.

"Shuichi you haven't even taken a shower!"

Shuichi ignored him as he walked out of the bedroom, Hideki following. "Shuichi, don't go! You're sick! Come back to the bedroom. Tell me what happened!"

No, thought Shuichi, because even if I were to explain it to you… you would never understand… Shuichi walked out the door, ignoring Hideki's calls. Would you even care…?

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