"Taintless"

RKS Productions

Chapter: 3

A Gravitation story of a forbidden love!

Shuichi eyes widened in fear, feeling the other get heavy, collapsing on him. Shuichi hit the floor, Tohma on top of him, passed out. "Tohma…you liar!!"

Shuichi sat near the edge of the bed, the smell of bandages and something like decaying flesh loomed in the air. "……"

All he could think of was the pain his new lover was going threw all because of him. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn all the time? I mean sure, he was also only lying in a hospital bed with a stab wound in his chest, all because of his stubbornness.

How could he have not seen something so simple before? Damn, Tohma was good at hiding things from others. He could be dying and no one would know because he would simply smile.

The young vocalist extended his arm and rested his hand on top the other's securely. "Tohma…" he spoke softy, rubbing the back of Tohma's hand with his thumb gently.

The other didn't respond, but that was already to be expected. He had been there by his side since last night, and yet again it was growing dark. It had been just over a day since the accident, and it was only feeling like a few hours. He closed is eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, but only soon after a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Shu-chan??" a calm childish voice called from the room's doorway.

The younger boy looked over slowly, setting his site upon his idol, Ryuichi Sakuma who in truth did not look too great himself.

"Shu…why are you-" he cut himself off, seeing tears in the other's eyes. He slowly walked over, embracing the other tightly. "Shuichi…" he whispered, caressing his back.

Shuichi blushed deeply, slowly releasing Tohma's hand and held onto the other.

"Ryu!!" he cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks.

The older vocalist slowly looked over to his sleeping band member on the bed, putting the puzzle together. "Come home with me." he whispered, resting his head upon the others, his eyes closed.

"I don't want to leave him…I need to watch over him…"

"Visiting hours are almost over and you need to stay with someone… Shu… please." Ryuichi pleaded, holding him protectively.

Shuichi slowly nodded his head, agreeing to stay at least a single night with the other. "Thank you…" he whispered, his tears subsiding.

"Then let's go."

Shuichi pulled away and looked over to the sleeping angel. "Thank you Tohma…for protecting me…" he whimpered as he leaned over, kissing him innocently on the lips. "Love…you."

Shuichi held the blade tightly in his hand as he felt the tip run down his wrist with a crimson line trailing behind it. He winced slightly as he pulled back and dropped the knife to the bed provided to him.

"Yuki…" he whimpered. Yuki. Yuki could have prevented all of this mayhem if only he was good enough of a lover to him. But really to the core; was it himself? He was…annoying, was he not? He was warned…it was so obvious! But still he loved him…

Blood ran down between his fingers and palm, tainting the bed below his thin frail body that was slowly going limp.

Pain streaked up his arm from his wrist in small jolts so intense it was almost pleasurable to him in a strange way. His mind was nearly blank; all but he pain and the fear of Ryuichi walking in. Though it didn't matter; he would see the scars and blood stains on the sheets in no time.

Slowly, picking the weapon up again, he only inflicted more wounds upon his body Would he die? Possibly from blood loss; or would he take his own life in a single thrust of the blade? One way or another, pain was involved.

Minutes turned to hours as he continued to punish himself for the things even he was unsure of. Now the bed was covered with his own liquids of sweat, blood and cum. Guess pain was another form of pleasure. And poor Ryu, his reaction when he found everything out. There was no way to hide it.

Shuichi winced as he applied more pressure to the cloth dangling from his chest; his violet eyes closed tightly, trying not to allow his tears to show. His chest slowly rose and collapsed just as slowly as his tears began to show with each agonizing release of his lungs.

The older teen opened his eyes and gazed down at his bare body, then to the bloody knife lying before him. Why did he ever have to chase after that blond novelist? Because of it now he could just-

"Shuichi."

The pink haired novelist jumped and looked at Ryuichi who was standing in the doorway. He looked so serious, so hurt, so…lifeless.

"If I didn't know of your situation, I would probably kick you out for being so reckless."

Shuichi looked down, no able to look at the other. "R-Ryu…"

"You have no right to do this! Yuki is no longer in your life and Tohma is alive! What if he woke to find you dead, then what!?" he felt bad for harassing the other, but it just…seemed right.

Shuichi could feel tears come to his eyes. He was right. Completely right. But did that make him completely wrong?…What kind of question was that? He was completely wrong!

He slowly looked down at the bloody mess he had created as he whispered, half lying threw his teeth. "Ryu…I'm sorry…"

"I'll call the hospital, you need attention for those wounds." Ryu sighed, pulling his cell from it's charger just outside the door and quickly dialed 911. After a short conversation he hung up and groaned, looking at the other. "Tohma will be upset…" he said just before the sirens got louder and were in the driveway of his house, there for Shu.

Ryuichi stood against the hospital wall, looking over at the pink haired child who was getting stitches all over his body. Reckless indeed, that he was. He sighed and slowly walked out of the room and over a few to check up on his band member.

"Tohma…you have to wake…is seems this world is tainted without you…Shuichi's body tainted with blood…because of your absence…he needs you." he whispered, standing before the bed. "Please…open your eyes."

Nothing happened. But words could never cure anything. In the end it was all actions. Tohma needed to see Shuichi. Shuichi needed to see Tohma. Alive or dead.

Shuichi limped over a few minutes later, and looked at Tohma. "…" He couldn't talk. He could if he waned to, but he just didn't want to.

Ryu looked to the other and sighed. "Shuichi…"

"Leave me alone…I know I did wrong…ok?" he cried out softly, knowing all his actions were the complete opposite of what he should have done.

Offended, Ryuichi just sighed and walked out of the room, and over to Shuichi's vacant room.

Emerald eyes opened and looked into a watery violet pair, a weak smile spreading across his lips. "S-Shuichi…"

"…"

TBC.