Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda I don't own Gravitation nor am I profiting from this- not a single cent.

Special Warning: I changed the rating from T to M for a reason! The middle and end of this chapter are exceptionally dark and sexual. I advise you NOT to read this if you're underage or not allowed to, whether by law or parental/guardian rule. I'm sorry, but I finally found the ending I want, and I have to have the chapter this way if it's going to make sense.

---Chapter Ten- Warped Frame---

"Okay! We're here!"

"No. Fucking. Way."

"But but but-!"

"NO!" Several heads turned to stare at the sudden outburst, but quickly went on their way without a second thought.

"Su-kuuun, puh-LEASE?"

"I said NO! And don't call me that!"

"I told you this was a bad idea, Shuichi."

"Hiro you dick, shut up!" Hiro was hit with a Kumogoro plushie for his insubordination. "But pwease, Su-kun?"

"HOW MANY TIMES MUST I TELL YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT BEFORE IT GETS THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! AND WHY THE HELL ARE WE LIKE THIS?"

"Ah, that's… I guess that's a good question," admitted Shuichi as he smoothed out his short skirt self-consciously. "But I like the nickname! It's cute!"

"Shuichi, let's just go inside…" Hiro took the initiative and grabbed his two friends by the wrists and dragged them into the building across the street, trying to ignore both their squabbling and the attention that was being drawn their way; not only was the noise likely to turn heads, but Shuichi's insistence on how they had to show up at this place was… well, he hoped no one could tell who they were, or the covers of every pop culture magazine in Japan would have some VERY interesting pictures to attract readers.

Once inside, Hiro released Shuichi and searched his wallet for the passes they needed to get past the guards. Shuichi immediately found a mirror to adjust his make-up and hair, then dragged a very stiff Suguru away from Hiro to fix his as well. Hiro heard the baka chattering on and on like an excited schoolgirl as he touched up Suguru's face. He assumed that the only reason Suguru wasn't displaying any sort of emotion was due to the fact that he had been so completely stunned that all he could do was sport a blank stare.

He wasn't too far off in that assumption.

"Ne, Su-kun, it's okay- close your left eye, that's it, thanks! - I go here all the time! Well, not ALL the time, but you know what I mean. Ooh, you picked just the right colours to complement your outfit, I'm impressed! This is your first time, isn't it? Don't worry, everyone's really nice here. Now be careful to not smudge your eye shadow…"

I can't believe this is happening to me…

"Shu-kun! We're in!" called Hiro just as he was about to step through the double doors and descend the dark stars in front of him. The sounds of a raver party that was well under-way reached their ears as Shuichi enthusiastically squeed and hauled the still frozen Suguru behind him into the depths.

---

I should be freaking out like I did as soon as I realised where we were going and why Shuichi had had to make that "special stop", but… actually being IN here just… shut everything down… it's amusing how I can still think like this, given the current situation… Suguru watched dazedly as the dance floor was illuminated in erratic bursts of light from the strobe light and laser beams overhead. An undulating sea of people danced, raved, and jumped up and down hysterically in front of them to the loud sounds of heavy dance and electronica bursting through the giant speakers that seemed to engulf the entire opposite wall; the DJ, just barely visible above the crowd, had aviator-like headphones pressed to his ears and bobbed in time to the music. He occasionally swiped his exotic neon green and electric blue striped bangs out of his face when they obstructed his view of the mixer on the table before him. Everything in the place was splattered with bright day-glo paint as though a tribe of kindergarteners had run wild in there with an infinite rainbow of intense colours at their disposal. It was impossible to tell what the walls, floor, ceiling, heck, anything had been originally before the crazy paint-job.

"Well, Su-chan, what do you think?" asked Shuichi from his right. He fit in perfectly with the theme- a bright splash of colour in an otherwise dark room. Shuichi had decided to dress as a "school girl gone wrong" (Hiro's terminology). He was wearing a pleated, short blue skirt that threatened to show more skin that necessary whenever he bounced up and down in excitement, a sexy mockery of a traditional uniform shirt that clung to his torso like a second skin (the plunging neckline and various rips and tears also showed more than Suguru would have liked to see); bright pink leather knee-high boots with many buckles and straps replaced the usual shoes and socks.

"Shuichi, just give him a few minutes. He's probably still getting over the fact that a place like this exists." Hiro, on Suguru's left, was dressed more reasonably in tight black pants, an over-large belt, and a grey mesh shirt with a small black jacket over top. He had caved in to Shuichi's demands, however, and dyed his hair a deep shade of blue and even allowed the baka to add shocks of purple highlights. He didn't mind much since it would was out with a few showers and a lot of shampoo and conditioner.

"Nah, everyone who's somebody knows about clubs! He's just gotta adjust to the noise and stuff first. But damn Su-kun, you REALLY clean up nice!" Suguru, protesting all the while, had somehow found himself dressed as… he didn't know what. Shuichi and Hiro had taken a fiendish delight in making him try all sorts of things on once Shuichi had determined their eventual destination. They had gone clothes shopping and exchanged their street wear for what they were currently sporting. In addition to making Suguru dye his hair black, which wasn't so bad, Shuichi had sent Hiro off with a list of things to bring back from the shelves and racks in the store while applying his "expert fashion eye" to what Suguru would look good in. After about two hours of deliberation, complaints, and some small angry outbursts, they had ended up with the final product: Suguru was wearing low-riding black short-shorts, a black sleeveless top that stopped just above his navel and was uncomfortably tight (from the perspective of someone who never wore a single form-fitting article of clothing beyond socks in his entire life), a matching set of gloves with- what Suguru perceived them as- unnecessarily large straps and the fingers cut off. Around his neck was a black choker with a large gold bell that actually jingled whenever he moved; the attached tail had two in addition to a pink bow as well. His boots were the same exact style as Shuichi's only, yes, black. The cat-ears on his head blended in with Shuichi's dye-job so that the actual headband was unnoticeable, making them look very realistic. To top it all off, Shuichi had added some pink and yellow highlights to his new hair colour; Suguru had only calmed down slightly when Hiro assured him that the dye would wash out relatively easily.

"Um. Let's find a table and get something to eat, then we can sort everything out." Hiro looked uncertainly at Suguru. He had enjoyed dressing him up in all sorts of things with Shuichi, but he was starting to wonder if this wasn't going to permanently scar him. He supposed all they could do now was wait it out- Shuichi was hell-bent on staying. Hiro didn't mind going to places like this every now and then, but he knew that Suguru was the very definition of a recluse and would most likely want to be /anywhere/ but here. What had possessed Shuichi to do something like this? Surely even he had picked up on Suguru's reluctance to even go out on stage because of crowds by now.

"Okay. Hiro, you and Su-chan stay here and I'll be back with drinks real soon. Don't start dancing without me though!" They had found a free table that was mercifully removed from the worst of the noise and chaos and immediately claimed it as their own. Suguru simply sat down and continued to stare ahead at nothing in particular. Hiro, concerned, reached out to touch him on the shoulder, but thought the better of it when he saw how badly the boy was shaking.

Shuichi made a HUGE mistake bringing him here. I guess I did too, so I shouldn't blame it all on him, but god! He looks like he's on the verge of collapse. And though I agree with the baka that he can look drop-dead sexy when he or someone else makes the effort, if we even get him out on the dance floor, other people will notice too. He's too good-looking to escape most people's notice. Hiro's brows furrowed with that. He personally had no interest in Suguru, and Shuichi was possessive enough to take down anyone who tried to make moves on him, but out in that sea of people, it would be impossible to stay together for more than thirty seconds. He knew that from experience.

---

I hope I didn't make a big mistake… thought Shuichi as he leaned against the bar, idly tapping his foot to the beat of the music that overwhelmed every other noise as he waited for his and the other two's food to arrive. He had had to write his order out, not wanting to destroy his voice by shouting over it, but his handwriting was so bad that it took the collaboration of almost everyone else around him to figure it out for the bartender. Of course he had had to deflect some requests for "repayment" from a few of the people involved, but he was used to that. He visited this club- Perushana- quite frequently and knew how to handle everything from advances to fights with ease. Hiro knew the ropes fairly well too, having come with him on more than one occasion. But Suguru… he was another matter altogether. The poor kid wasn't even of legal age to be here, which must be weighing heavily on his mind in addition to the stress of simply being around so many people in such a loud place. The icing on the cake would be the outrageous outfit that he, Shuichi, had picked out and forced him to wear. However, Shuichi wasn't about to regret his decision. There was a lot of significance behind it.

"Thanks!" he mouthed as the somewhat large order was suddenly placed in front of him. The bartender, a rather young and handsome young man, simply nodded in acceptance and moved on to take the order of a brooding man with shockingly blonde hair and sharp golden eyes a few seats down.

---

Shuichi found Hiro staring at the crowd of people in a bored fashion and Suguru shaking like there was an earthquake underneath him when he waltzed back up to their table, showing off his exceptional balancing skills by managing to keep a massive plate on his head, three drinks in one hand and a smaller plate in the other, and not spill so much as a drop or a fry.

"Oh, hey Shu," said Hiro once a plate was unceremoniously placed in front of him.

"Humph! You didn't even notice me and my awesome skills! Some friend YOU are." Out of the thick of things, the music wasn't quite as loud, so Shuichi could talk without fear of damaging his voice too badly to record tomorrow.

"You know it's all love between us," Hiro replied cheerfully. "And I did see you out there balancing all that stuff- you've gotten good at it."

"Wearry? Shangks!" said Shuichi through a mouthful of food. He swallowed then nudged a small plate in front of Suguru. "Go ahead and eat, Su-kun. I promise it's good! No eggs or meat or whatever either," he smiled. Suguru turned his head a little to look at him wide-eyed and briefly nod his thanks, but didn't move otherwise.

Hiro watched with some mild amusement as Shuichi took it upon himself to feed Suguru after he wolfed down his own gigantic portion. He sipped on his coke as Shuichi first tried to coax Suguru into calming down, then taking his fork and attempted to treat him like a stubborn toddler, and then gave up and forcibly pried the boy's jaw open and shoved a few French fries into his mouth. Hiro wondered at the wisdom of this move as Shuichi happily went about forcing him to chew and swallow over and over again, not noticing that Suguru's expression was finally beginning to change from deer-in-the-headlights to indignant rage.

Shuichi's violet eyes widened in surprise as Suguru suddenly gripped his arm and glared at him. Hiro saw this as a great opportunity to get a refill for his drink and left them there, alone. He grinned softly to himself as he imagined what would happen next- Shuichi would begin to whimper in protest, and then Suguru would fly into a rage, leaving the baka in tears. It wasn't unlike how Yuki would have reacted.

I just hope he doesn't turn INTO Yuki. Besides being just flat-out wrong, it would damage Shuichi beyond repair. But I think the chances of that are pretty low, since he hasn't shown any signs of actually doing that. They just have some similar reactions to certain things. Hiro gave his order to the bartender and closed his eyes, smiling as a remix of The Rage Beat came on. Shuichi would be ecstatic to hear it- he was the one who had named it "Zoom Mix", after all. It might distract Suguru from killing Shuichi too- the two of them had worked long and hard on that one together.

As he turned around to return to their table, a familiar face caught his eye. He nearly dropped his drink as the cold, murderous eyes of Eiri Yuki fell upon him. Hiro turned tail and fought his way through the throngs of people as fast as possible- he had to warn Shuichi. Never mind having fun any more; he could feel that all of their lives were in danger at that very moment.

His heart sank as he reached the now-empty table. It was with mild shock that he picked up the note that Shuichi had left him:

"Su-chan and I are on the dance floor. We'll be back soon."

---

Shuichi couldn't believe his extraordinary luck. Here he was with the guy he loved in one of his favourite places in the entire world, dancing to the music blasting through the speakers. Yuki had never gone with him to Perushana, and it was unlikely that he would have left the bar even if he had anyway. But Suguru, seeing that Shuichi would only create a huge fuss, had caved in against his better senses and agreed to at least try it out. Shuichi also suspected that the little synth player was reluctant to hurt his feelings too, which made him warm inside. He wished he could just scoop him up and hug Suguru to bits right there on the dance floor, but he was having way too much fun gyrating and stomping to the beat to stop.

Suguru, on the other hand, was standing stiffly in front of Shuichi and trying not to panic. The press of people and noise were overwhelming him, causing him to break out in sweat that wasn't just from the heat of other bodies in an enclosed space. Several times, he had had to resist every urge in his body that told him to bolt out of the building and run as far away as possible. The only thing that kept him from doing that was the possibility of upsetting Shuichi… it was the only reason he was doing any of this at all. Suguru didn't want to make Shuichi cry.

He shuddered as someone bumped into him, seriously challenging his resolve to stay. The sudden tap on his shoulder almost made him lose it completely until he saw whom it was; Shuichi had somehow found his way behind him and was now staring at him with a serious intensity.

/Do you trust me/ he mouthed. Bemused, Suguru nodded yes.

/Then just dance/ Shuichi mouthed again with a smile, gently gripping him at the shoulders as he leaned in. Suguru could only guess at what Shuichi was saying after that as warm breath ghosted over his skin, sending shivers racing through his entire body. His nervous system then went on overdrive as Shuichi kissed him passionately, pressing their bodies together so that their heated skin flared against the other's at the contact. Suddenly, Suguru's fears and self-consciousness melted away- it was only himself and Shuichi that mattered. Just the two of them.

Suguru was released after only a few seconds, but that was enough for his disposition to swing to the opposite end. He began to let go and dance, awkwardly at first, then with greater fervor as he let the music take him over. He and Shuichi exchanged elated glances every now and then when their whirling and exuberant jumping brought them within eyesight of each other, though it wasn't long before they became separated in the tide of people.

---

Okay, this is bad, but I can fix it… just gotta find Shuichi and Suguru!

Hiro pushed and shoved his way through the people around him as he frantically searched for his two friends. Seeing Eiri Yuki in a club like Perushana would have been enough to make him spit out his drink in disbelief, but knowing how possessive the guy was over things that he considered to be his property, Hiro was more afraid than shocked. The only reason Yuki would ever step into a place like this was to reclaim something he had lost… or had stolen from him.

It won't be long before he comes out to the dance floor to look for Shuichi….! Hiro didn't bother to deck the people that felt him up as he passed them by, focusing solely on finding Shuichi and Suguru to make a hasty getaway. Bad Luck's night-out or not, he wanted to get the hell away from this place.

"Shuichi!" he tried to shout over the din as a bobbing mass of pink hair surfaced a few feet to his left. He literally mowed people over until he found the baka still dancing his little heart out, uncaring and unknowing about anything but the music pulsing through his veins. Suguru was nowhere in sight.

/Shu/ he mouthed as he gripped his friend's arm desperately, hating to stop his best friend's fun, but still needing to take him to safety/Yuki Eiri's here. I saw him at the bar. We've got to go/

/What? Yuki/ The fear in Shuichi's eyes made Hiro want to annihilate the writer right there and then. /Oh my god. Where's Su-chan/

/I don't know. We've gotta find him and leave- now./

Shuichi's face settled into an expression that Hiro had only seen outside of performing a few times before- the singer was all business now. /We'll both cover the entire area and meet at the back door in fifteen minutes, whether we've found Suguru or not. If we can't find him, then one of us will go back to look and the other will search outside, just in case./ Hiro nodded and turned to go back the way he came, but Shuichi caught his arm and mouthed/Please find him./

/It'll be okay Shu. I won't let anyone hurt you two./

---

After a few minutes, Suguru's senses began to return and his sudden rush of energy subsided. He kept dancing, but he also wondered where he was, and where had Shuichi gone? Was Hiro still at the bar or had he seen Shuichi's note and joined in as well? Suguru had the sudden urge to run to Shuichi, hug him, and never let go- he felt so terribly alone and abandoned in the chaos he was a part of. He wanted to leave.

"HEY!" he cried as a hand slid under his shorts. Suguru whirled around to face the smug face of a woman he had never seen before. She grinned toothily at him, winked, and disappeared back into the crowd. He was about to go after her and demand an explanation when someone else yanked his tail so that he was forced to stumble backward into their arms. He stiffened as something hard stuck him in sensitive areas as the stranger ground against him; Suguru struggled against his tight hold and whirled around when he was released, but everyone had their backs to him. Again and again he was touched, groped, fondled, and passed around like a play toy by older people- /strangers/- his fearful protests unheard or ignored. Anxiety and terror exploded in his chest and he desperately tried to get out of there, Shuichi's wishes be damned; a nagging in the back of his mind was beginning to bear down on his consciousness- it was an odd sense of déjà vu.

-/he was pressed down onto the hardwood floor, hands bound to the leg of the desk, his legs spread apart and tied as well/-

He whimpered as yet another hand stroked the inside of his thigh and briefly grabbed at the exposed skin. Suguru didn't have the bodily strength to fight against the crowd; for every step he gained, he was pushed back another four. He only wanted to find Shuichi and go home.

-/the familiar voice of a young man whispered barbed words coated in honey as he slowly undid the fastener of Suguru's jeans and slid them off to expose the boxers underneath. He then took great care in caressing his chest as one-by-one he undid the buttons of his shirt, all the while murmuring to Suguru in hushed tones, saying/-

Suguru shut his eyes and began to cry softly as the memories began to obscure his vision. He kept fighting, but instead of seeing a mass of strangely dressed people, he saw the blurry outline of someone he knew well.

-/he cried out as the man lowered his head and sucked painfully on his neck/-

Suguru screamed as a pair of rough hands were shoved into his shorts and squeezed. They quickly retracted themselves and Suguru collapsed on the floor, unable to move as the memories washed over his entire body.

-/the young man once again forced his mouth open with his tongue and kissed him repeatedly, biting his lip so hard that it started to draw blood. His hands were busy teasing with Suguru's nipples and gradually hardening them under his smooth and skillful hands/-

He didn't feel it someone picked him up and began to carry him in their strong arms.

-/his soft voice continued to whisper empty assurances as he began to touch Suguru in more sensitive areas, causing the boy to moan unwillingly and arch his back. He hated himself for doing it, responding to this devil's touch, but his body made no distinctions between sin and divine pleasure/-

Suddenly, a touch of cool air brushed over his feverish cheeks, bringing Suguru back to the present, gasping for air and trembling. It took him a little while to calm down and gather his wits and make sense of the intense flashback. However, the scenes and memories soon slipped away from him like water in his hands and he sighed, feeling defeated.

"You okay now?" growled an emotionless voice. It was then that Suguru realised he was being held off the ground, pressed closely against a well-toned chest like a small child.

"Yes…" he whispered uncertainly. Suguru hissed in pain as he was suddenly dropped to the ground, then rolled over on to his back by the stranger's boot, flinching as gravel and shards of glass dug into his skin.

"Good. Because I want to make sure I have the pleasure of beating the shit out of you." The hawk-like eyes of Eiri Yuki trained on Suguru's frightened hazel ones, draining any fight the boy had left in him.

"You fucking slut," Yuki snarled, "you worthless, half-assed piece of shit." Suguru cried out as he was kicked mercilessly in the side. Yuki then stomped on his exposed skin of his stomach and leaned his full weight on the boy, smiling with sadistic pleasure as Suguru screamed and tried to scramble free, only pressing harder and harder. "Tohma said I could go ahead and kill you off on my own just a few hours ago. Apparently, he had a change of heart and killed your parents himself, so that left you to me." Yuki let up and then leant down to grip Suguru by his collar. "He's too impatient when it comes to the dregs of the family- we were supposed to wait until your parents got custody of you again, then kill the three of you and make it look like you did it. But now he's going to get his hands dirty and do it himself. And I get you, Suguru, and I'm going to enjoy every second of this torture before I blow your fucking brains out."

Suguru didn't have any breath or nerve to respond. He only watched with terror as Yuki stood back up and began to pace like a predator, watching him with a cold and calculating gaze. The alley they were in- at least he assumed that was where they were- was completely shut off, the only way in or out being the door just above him to his left. For a second Suguru considered just getting up and trying to get through it, but he knew that Yuki was much stronger and faster and would catch him in an instant. So, instead, he waited, hoping an opportunity would arise.

---

/Hiro, you find him/ Shuichi stood anxiously next to the back door, fidgeting and wringing his hands with worry. He had gone through the place twice and hadn't seen a single sign of the little synth player.

/No/ mouthed Hiro dejectedly. /I even asked around, and the only people who saw him was when we first got here. Everyone on the dance floor is totally clueless./

/Where the hell is he/ Shuichi slumped down to the floor and held his knees close to his chest. /Oh my god, I can't believe this… Su-kun, Su-kun… I'm so sorry…/

/What if… holy shit, Shu/ Hiro knelt down and grabbed Shuichi by his shirt, tilting his head up. /Yuki-/

He didn't even get to finish the sentence as Shuichi immediately snapped into action and looked around wildly. He had seen neither hide nor hair of his former lover, though he had overheard a group of giggling girls talking excitedly about him at the bar. Apparently, he had been looking for someone- a young kid, looked like one of the members of Bad Luck; kind of small with very expressive eyes. He had short, dyed hair and a delicate face.

/Hiro! Yuki wasn't here for me, he wanted Su-kun/ Shuichi kicked himself over and over again for not putting the pieces together sooner- it had been so obvious, but he was such an idiot!

/Huh? Then you think…/ Shuichi nodded. /If Yuki has him, then he won't be here anymore. Shu… okay. You look around outside. I'm going to call for help. Don't worry/ he said, patting his best friend on the head. /If you find them, just trail them and don't let them out of your sight. I'll be back soon./

/Where are you going/

/I'm going to call our crazy managers/ said Hiro with a confident smile.

---

"How's this, eh, Fujisaki? This strike your fancy?"

Suguru remained defiantly silent and instead focused on keeping the memories at bay. It was difficult given the situation he was in, though, and several times he almost succumbed to them. It didn't help that Yuki was doing his best to reenact them. But, being who he was, Yuki wouldn't stoop to actually doing the motions- he stopped just short of kissing him, of teasing him, of undressing him all the way.

But it was still enough to tip him over the edge.

-/the man hanging over him grinned winningly, belying his devious intents as he ghosted his fingers all over Suguru's body. He couldn't help it- he moaned into his masterful touch and unconsciously thrust his hips upward.

"How's this, eh, Fujisaki? This strike your fancy?"

"Nng, Toh-Tohma…"

"I think it does," he purred as he used a finger to trace lazy lines over his cousin's groin. It wasn't long before he had Suguru in his hands, stroking and coaxing him into full hardness, all the while teasing him and playing tricks with the boy's mind. He would be nothing at the end, broken in body and mind. What Suguru's parents had started, he Tohma Seguchi, would finish, with immense pleasure during the entire process/-

"I watched everything from the side, you know that. I saw it all. He broke you so badly we wondered if you'd ever recover."

Yuki was now straddling him, gently teasing the boy's nipples through his shirt. He wasn't sure if Suguru could hear him- his eyes were glazed over with the painful memories he was reliving- but he kept talking, telling the past that Suguru couldn't bring himself to remember.

"Tohma wanted a witness to see the fall of the bastard child who out-lived his legitimate little brother, so I volunteered 'cause I had nothing better to do. Let me tell you, I got hard watching it- between his sexy "master" play and your helpless writhing, it made me seriously consider trying voyeurism when I couldn't get laid. But the point of all this is the fact that you confused the memories, Fujisaki- you've got them all twisted in that fucked-up head of yours." Yuki smiled with grim pleasure as Suguru's breath hitched and he started to convulse, his body remembering the events that his mind was replaying with brutal clarity. "Your parents didn't avenge their real child- Tohma did. And he did it in the cruelest way possible."

"YUKI!"

Yuki turned around and stared at the intruder behind him in a bored manner. Underneath of him, Suguru began to rock his hips and clutch at the loose gravel and glass, slicing open his hands.

"What do you want?"

"Get. The fuck. Off. Of. HIM!"

"Yeah, whatever," he said and stood back up, not caring when he stepped on Suguru as he turned around to confront the small figure before him.

"You fucking bastard, did you touch him?"

"What do you care, Shu?"

"I ASKED IF YOU FUCKING TOUCHED HIM! ANSWER ME!"

Yuki smirked as Shuichi's entire body shook with suppressed rage. "Just enough to bring it all back for him. Though I wouldn't mind-"

"I don't care. I don't give a DAMN about you," he spat. "You're not worth shit to me any more. I fucking hate you, Yuki!" Shuichi sidestepped his former lover and knelt next to Suguru, checking the boy over for any obvious injuries. He didn't like what he found. "You're going to catch hell for this."

"Oh really. I can't wait."

"Then it's fortunate you don't have to suffer the anxiety, Yuki san. I suggest you leave before I forget my promise to the Shacho."

Yuki simply shrugged and exited through the door without another word. Shuichi watched him go, then turned his attention to K, who was glaring after the novelist with intense dislike. Hiro stood behind him uneasily.

"K-san, I…"

"Shindou-kun, I will escort you and Fujisaki-kun home. Reiji-san has already dealt with any potential security threats in the area. Nakano-kun, you will stay with Shindou-kun and Fujisaki-kun to monitor events and report back to me," he said in an even tone that left no room for argument. "You may however go to your residence first and collect whatever you will need to spend the night." Hiro nodded silently and walked over to Shuichi, gripped his shoulder, then went back into the club to head for the entrance. How he and K had gotten there was a mystery.

"Thank you, K-san," Shuichi whispered, holding Suguru's now prone body close to him. This had been a very bad idea after all.

A/N: This chapter is quite different from the previous ones, and I know that it's not consistent with the T rating, but… I also know what ending I want. The plot's finally falling into place and this will hopefully set it all up for the end.

Don't tell me, I know, I abused Suguru and created mass confusion as to what the hell is going on. It'll be resolved in the next chapter. Looks like I'll be a little short on my goal for chapters and length, but… that's it.

Next is Chapter Eleven- Pure Intentions.