Authors Note: People actually like my writing? Arigato! Just to let you know this is my first fanfic I have written :3 ok this story may drag on a tinsy bit but trust me you hopefully will like it seeing as you like it so far Thanks for my reviews and a special thanks to my reviewer

Now where were we?

Oh ye summary so far:

"Shuichi you have to tell me what is wrong. You can't live like this." Hiro said concern wrapped around the words. Shuichi looked Hiro in the eyes and smiled a sad smile.

"I know. It'll become easier soon though" Shuichi replied as a single tear slipped down his cheek only to be pulled into a brotherly embrace with his best friend.

"Don't worry Shuichi I'll look after you" Hiro promised.

A small smile graced the younger male's lips.

"I think that is the first time I have seen you smile in ages, Shuichi"

Those eyes, those cold golden eyes.

Why do your eyes enchant me so? Part 2.

A soft wind blew past the duo as they neared Tokyo University. A wash of sickness fell over Shuichi's stomach.

'Great school, being awake…people.' Shuichi's mind grumbled.

His eyes cast downward. The last thing he wanted was for himself to make eye contact with someone. Trudging through the school gardens Hiro and himself made it to a small patch of grass near a corner.

"Ye I know right?" A girl loudly remarked.

"Come on" Nudged a shorter girl making the tallest of the 3 to stumble forward.

'Can't these bimbos leave Hiro alone?' Shuichi thought airily.

"Can I help you?" The guitarist inquired flashing them a charming smile all the smaller male did was roll his eyes. Feeling slightly left out as the 3 girls started talking to Hiro about some nonsense he skulked away.

Shuffling into the halls of Tokyo high school the small teen made his way to the boy's lavatories. No one entered the bathrooms at this time; most students were outside soaking up the sun before classes and gossiping about what they did at the weekend and others in the library to catch up on some studying.

Standing in front of the bathroom the singer blinked at the sight. He was just the same as a present. The outside looked happy, something to fool you from what is in the inside. The gift inside is only known by the bearer before opened. Shuichi was the present that did not want to be opened. A laugh sprang from the small pink lips, not the normal laughter but a sad laugh, a laugh that died, a laugh with a tint of psychotic morals hidden in the vocal expression.

Memories the painful memories flashed through the mind of the broken boy.

Flashback

"Stop cringing like a weakling boy!" Exclaimed his father as the man repeatedly brought his hand on top of the cheeks of the small toddler.

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP, I'm sick of you and I'm sick of the boy! You both can't do anything right!" screeched his father at his mother while thumping her in the face causing a sickening crack to ring through the room. The young boy mentioned was crouched on the stairs watching the events. Watching how his mother's nose burst forwards with crimson liquid adding another award of his fathers' antics to her face. The bloody nose added to the multiple bruises and gashes on her cheeks. Shuichi's mother was a beautiful woman before she met her husband. The man who beat the two of them to a bloody sleep. That was the last straw for his mother, something inside her snapped as she advanced on her husband,

"You do NOT have the right to speak to me and our child like that!" She shouted, "That is it! I have had enough! My family and friends warned me but I paid no attention to them thinking you could change! But no! I'm talking my son and leaving you! I canNOT stand this anymore! GOOD…" She was cut off as the person she was arguing swiftly walked up to her and embedded the razor bladed knife into her stomach. Choking Shuichi's mum slide to the floor choking on her own blood.

Tears forming at the edges of his eyes Shuichi ran up to his room the vision of his mum being murdered by his dad repeating itself over and over again. Closing the door shut he curled up into the corner of the room to cry. Loud footsteps could be heard…it was his father. Wanting to punish him no doubt so Shuichi clasped his hands over his head and cried, the footsteps getting closer and closer until…

End of Flashback.

A choked sob escaped his lips. It was his fault, his fault his mother was murdered.

'All my fault, all my fault. I should have stopped him but I didn't! I'm a failure I need to be punished I need to feel the pain" A frantic Shuichi thought running into a bathroom stall Shuichi rolled up his sleeve up to his elbow. There lay white scars. The wounds of his father and the self inflicted. The past years of pain and torture all laced together in a piece of artwork only for Shuichi's eyes.

'Something sharp, something sharp…' Thought Shuichi while looking for his razor he kept hidden in his pocket. Suddenly his finger got pricked and he found what he was looking for. Placing it against his flesh the metal felt smooth and cold and so inviting. His arm was begging to be opened. His blood boiled with anticipation for what was to come suddenly the eyes…those eyes came into view in Shuichi's mind. Shaking it off, he would think about it later…about the enchanting eyes the ones that caught him off guard he added pressure to the blade and dragged it across his pale arms. Creating a crease in his skin. The blood rushed to the surface running along his cut down his arm. Repeatedly the poor male slashed his arm until he started to feel woozy. Gathering up tissues he placed them against all the cuts until they were finished with the leaking session.

A few minutes later the blood had stopped and thin pink scars marred his arms.

"Shuichi?" A voice called "Shuuiiiccchhii?" Called Hiro as Shuichi's ears sprang to attention.

"In here" A small voice squeaked.

"Ah there you are" Hiro came into the bathroom as the younger male washed his hands and gave his best friend a fake smile while drying his digits under the dryer.

"Come on let's get to class" Said Hiro heading for the door while all Shuichi did was nod and look at the stall he was in.

Author's Note: Was this chapter better? I hope it was ok I need ideas for Shuichi's names. I can't just keep calling him Shuichi and the singer or younger male. Ideas pleased :3 Also should I have Yuki come into the next chapter? Chapter 4:

Is that you? Part 2.