Okay! Today is April 6 so tomorrow will be my birthday (april 7). I'll be 17! Yay for me! So i wanted to update a Chapter for you guys since it is/will be my B-day (depends on when you read this). So enjoy!

Chapter 7

It was raining. The clouds were a depressing grayish blue, sagging from the sky as if they wanted to connect with the ground. The thunders roared overhead while the steam, lifting from the hot ground, blocked the views of drivers and pedestrians. The wind blew hard, making the rain feel like ice cold blades as they pierced through the skin. The feeling could be chilling and unpleasant, yet intoxicating at the same time.

At least, one Eiri Yuki thought so as he stared out the window of the café, listening to the pitter patter the little raindrops made as they connected to the glass and watching as people bustled about, wearing their trenches and holding onto their umbrellas as another gust of wind was thrown their way. The cars honking and the spray of water splashing onto the side walk as a car sped by. He took a drag from his cigarette, casually blowing out the smoke afterwards.

His eyes narrowed as a man and woman bumped into each other. The two smiled and talked a little, ignoring the fact that it was, presently, pouring outside and they were currently getting soaked. She laughed and handed him a piece of paper, he smiled with satisfaction, and then they eventually walked off together, making the novelist roll his eyes. Man bumps into woman in the rain, woman apologizes to man, and man offers to take her out to dinner for "accidentally" bumping into her and getting her wet only to afterwards have loveless sex and kick her out of his apartment only to have her come running back and smacking him around for- haven't I written something like this before? Come on people! You're supposed to give me something new to write! Not the same damn thing...

A dark haired boy ran in front of his view, not wearing or holding anything to obstruct the rain's attack. His skin was pale, contrasting with the darkness of the atmosphere, giving off a ghost-like appearance. He stood in front of Yuki's view, back facing his way. The boy looked around anxiously, his hands running up and down the length of his arms in a fruitless attempt to warm himself. He shouted for a taxi, but none stopped and one splashed water onto his already soaked jeans.

Eiri watched the boy as he sipped on his bitter coffee, the wheels in his writer's mind turning with inspiration. If it wasn't for his stick frame and his masculine voice, he could pass off as a girl. A girl without a home… stumbles upon… hmmm… a rich bachelor would sound too cliché, the plot line has been used too many times… taxi driver? No… she can't get a taxi… doctor? Yuki scowled as his own doctor came into mind. 'Stop smoking!' shouted the old geezer inside his head as he smacked the poor writer on his noggin. I think not. I'll figure it out later… I'm sure the readers could care less what his profession is as long as he's attractive…

Yuki looked away from the boy when the waitress came by, leaving the bill on his table. She smiled and winked at him than walked away, swaying her hips hypnotically. Yuki shook his head at her then looked down at the bill, only to find her name, address, and phone number amongst the papers. Doesn't anyone work these days? I swear, work is just an excuse to pick up dates. He stood up quickly as he left some cash on the table and put the girl's phone number in his trench pocket for safe keeping. Just in case I lose inspiration again… He walked out of the café, pulling his long trench closer to his body as another gust of wind blew his way, trying to see through the rain. The boy stood out front still, shivering as the rain drops came down on his damp hair. His clothes clung painfully to his skin and Eiri couldn't help but feel some pity for the boy when he let out a raspy cough and gasped for breath

Yuki sighed as he looked up at the heavens. Why me? He then walked closer towards the boy. "Hey kid," he began, but stopped when the boy whirled around. The boy looked up at the blonde, violet eyes wide with recognition. Yuki stopped taking in those eyes, a mixture of anger, despair, and confusion. I know those eyes…

"Yuki," the boy whispered as he slowly backed away.

He remembers me? From last night… He looks ill. Why is he out here in the cold? Where is his damn manager? Before Yuki could even let out another word the boy whirled around and ran away, hunched over as if he couldn't breathe well. Yuki's eyes softened as he watched the boy desperately try to get away.

"Shuichi…"

How could I be so stupid! Shuichi covered his ears as he ran through the rain which was pouring down harder and harder, making it difficult to see through the haze. He pushed pass people, not caring that he was running through puddles and getting his feet soaked, damaging his new eighty dollar tennis shoes. His vision blurred and he tripped, but grabbed onto the grey wall beside him to stop himself from falling, scraping his fingernails against the brick causing his nails to break and his fingers to bleed. He cried out in pain, but nothing could be heard through the storm.

He turned into an alley, leaning his head against the wall as he looked up at the sky and watched the angry dark clouds move against each other, the rain hitting his face and rolling off of his skin, looking like tears. His body slipped limply to the ground, his arms wrapping around himself as he sobbed softly, the pain and illness overcoming him. He could never care for me. I am nothing… My sister is right. Even if I have the love of the world, I will never truly be happy…

"But he did recognize me," he whispered, his lips lifting slightly in an eerie smile. "He remembers…"

He was probably shocked by how horrible you looked. You ran away from him… How pathetic!

"He looked so worried."

Only because you look like a psycho. I bet you're make-up is smeared. You never bothered to wash your face before you walked out on Hideki. That man does everything for you and all you do is cause him more pain and distress.

"I don't love Hideki."

You don't love anyone, but yourself. That's why you're always lonely. People hate you and yet you still think you have a chance to make things better. You'll never be loved. You might as well get the deed done now.

Shuichi looked down at his bleeding fingers, staring at the crimson that dripped slowly down the length of his spectral arms. The liquid felt so warm against the cold, so beautiful compared to the dark world he lived in from day to day. He closed his eyes as he brought his finger to his lips, tasting the sweet liquid. I would love to see my body drenched in my own blood. A shiver went up Shuichi's spine as he saw an image of his body, broken and lifeless on his apartment's carpet, blood staining white. Only then, will I look truly beautiful and be loved.

He felt something warm and soft surrounding his body, taking away the bitter cold he had come accustomed to. Has God finally come to take me away? Or maybe the devil to bring me back home? Shuichi groaned as he felt himself being lifted, suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm. Why is it so hot? Have the fires of hell overwhelming me? Shuichi opened his eyes, his vision blurred and his head spinning. So… dizzy… He looked up at the person presently caring him, their faces were so close. And when the blurriness of his vision faded, Shuichi blushed crimson.

Golden eyes…

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