A/N: Big thanks to NaviKun, kuma-chan, pikapikaryuchan, and To-think-of-a-nice-name for the reviews! Very much appreciated.

Oh, you probably won't remember me
it's probably ancient history
I'm one of the chosen few
who went ahead and fell for you
I'm out of vogue, I'm out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much

-Insensitive, Jann Arden

In Spite Of It All

Insensitive

"Good morning," said a voice from the bottom corner of the bed. Shuichi lifted his head to see which twin had awakened. His eyes met deep brown ones. He gasped at the intensity of the stare.

"I said good morning," mumbled Kazuya.

"M-morning," Shuichi almost swallowed his tongue.

"Oh, me and Ryu-chan brought you to bed last night. You fell asleep on the couch," Kazuya stated.

"Um, thanks," Shuichi mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"No problem," Kazuya replied good naturedly. "Now, how to get out?"

Shuichi blushed and purposely extracted himself form the mess of legs and arms. He heard Ryuichi hit the floor, but just kept walking to the bathroom.

"What's up his ass?" Kazuya mumbled.

Ryuichi only gave a sleepy, "Nani?"

Shuichi sat in the bathroom trying to rid himself of the bad mood he was in. His dream was still in the forefront of his mind. No matter what he did Yuki seemed to haunt his life. He was holding back tears when a knock resounded on the door.

"Shu-chan! I need to pee!" yelled Ryuichi form the opposite side of the door. Shuichi opened the door roughly and stalked out, almost knocking over Ryuichi.

"What's his problem?" mumbled Ryuichi.

Later on, Kazuya suggested that they go out for lunch. They headed for a restaurant just down the road. It was small and not a lot of people went to it, so it was top choice for the trio. As per the usual Kazuya and Ryuichi, they disguised themselves so no one would recognize them. Shuichi, on the other hand, just didn't bother.

Kazuya watched Shuichi throughout the meal. Shuichi didn't eat breakfast and was only picking at his lunch. When the waiter came to take his plate, he didn't say thank you and refused to pay the bill. Ryuichi seemed oblivious to Shuichi's new disposition.

They left the restaurant and were going to buy some new stuff for Shuichi's apartment to make it more liveable but Shuichi didn't seem the least bit interested.

"Why not?" whined Ryuichi.

"I don't feel like it, okay?" snapped Shuichi. Ryuichi continued to pout as they walked by the store they were supposed to go in.

"Well, why don't we go back to your place then?" suggested Kazuya. "We can play that new game I brought over."

"Whatever," mumbled Shuichi and continued in silence all the way to his apartment.

When they got to the apartment, Shuichi went directly to his bedroom, leaving Kazuya and Ryuichi by the front door.

"Kazuya, I want to play Dead or Alive 2. Please can we play it?" begged Ryuichi.

"Here," Kazuya roughly shoved at his brother. "Just take it." Ryuichi stared at Kazuya for a bit, and then remembered his game.

Kazuya went to Shuichi's room and tried the door. It was locked.

"Shuichi?" Kazuya said as he knocked lightly. "I know you're in there." No reply.

"Shuichi?" Still no answer. "Please open the door," Kazuya said, starting to get a bit worried. Clearly Shuichi was better at ignoring people than Kazuya once thought.

Kazuya walked to the kitchen and started searching for something long and thin to open the door with. He searched through all the drawers and found nothing. He looked though the cupboards and still found nothing. He started to look in the living room.

"Watcha lookin' for?" asked Ryuichi in a childish way.

"Something long and thin," explained Kazuya as he searched the pencil holder.

"Why?"

"Need it for Shuichi," Kazuya mumbled still rummaging.

"Are you going to kill him!" asked Ryuichi in horror. Kazuya turned around and stared at his brother.

"You're an idiot."

"I am not you jerk face!" retorted Ryuichi.

"Retard."

"Jackass."

"Asshole."

"Pussy."

"Hey, that one hurt, Ryuichi," gasped Kazuya in mock pain.

"Go die."

"Oh yeah?" challenged Kazuya.

"Yeah!" cried Ryuichi.

"That's it," Kazuya got into a ninja stance while Ryuichi tried one form the floor. They went at each other and proceeded to sissy fight.

When they were done Ryuichi was on the floor trying to breathe while laughing hysterically. Kazuya was sitting on top of Ryuichi trying, with out success, to breathe while laughing as well.

"You're heavy. I can't breathe. Get off, fat ass," Ryuichi managed to choke out.

Kazuya laughed and stated, "I win!"

When Ryuichi has restored his breathing to normal, he was able to ask why he needed the long, thin thing.

"Because Shuichi locked himself in his room and I need the other controller," lied Kazuya.

"Oh, okay," agreed Ryuichi. "Grab a coat hanger and cut it."

Kazuya found a coat hanger in the closet. When all was ready he jimmied the door open. He slowly pushed it forward and found Shuichi face down on the bed.

"Shuichi, you okay?" Kazuya asked, but still got no reply even though he was in the room. He moved over to the bed and sat down. Shuichi buried his face further into the blankets.

"Shuichi, what's wrong?" asked Kazuya. He placed a hand on Shuichi's shoulder.

"Leave me alone," mumbled Shuichi into his bed.

"No," stated Kazuya flatly. "You've been rude all day and I want to know why."

"It's none of your business."

"It is when the person you're being rude to is me," replied Kazuya. Shuichi just lay silently in his nest of blankets and pillows. "Fine, be that way. I'm going to leave now. You obviously don't need your friends," snapped Kazuya getting just a teensy bit annoyed. He got up to leave the room.

"Kazuya, I'm sorry," said Shuichi still face down on the bed. "I j-just hate myself right now," he stammered.

Kazuya returned to the bed and sat down. "Why would you hate yourself?"

Shuichi raised his head and Kazuya could see that his eyes were red from crying. "I let myself be sucked into a lie."

"Huh?"

"Yuki. All the time we were together, it was a lie. I meant nothing to him all that time. He used me and dumped me as soon as he was done with what he needed. Now you know," Shuichi finished his mini-speech off in a harsh tone. Promptly he got up and hurried to the bathroom.

As soon as he made sure his eyes were no longer red, he walked out the living room and noticed Ryuichi, who was playing Dead or Alive 2.

"Good game. Let me get my other controller and I'll be right out. I'm going to kick your ass."

"Is that a challenge?" asked Ryuichi with a smirk on his face.

Several Hours Later

"And I'm ripping your head off," stated Shuichi like it was an everyday occurrence. "Look, I'm taking your head and smashing it on the ground."

"Owned," said Kazuya to Ryuichi.

"Not fair! I just bought this last week," whined Ryuichi. "I didn't get a chance to play it on account of… Yu…ki…" he trailed off.

"Don't finish that sentence," Shuichi said in a threatening tone. He stormed out of the room and plopped down on his bed. Why did everything remind him of Yuki today? He was fine before, wasn't he? He just wanted to forget. Damn, he thought, even the clothes in wearing remind me of Yuki. I need to get changed. Shuichi walked to his closet and stared at his clothes with grim determination. He went through all of his clothing articles and was disappointed to find out that they all reminded him of Yuki.

Just then Kazuya walked in to see if Shuichi was okay. Ryuichi seemed to be leaving all of the comforting up to him today.

Do you have any clothes I can borrow?" Kazuya gave Shuichi an odd look.

"Um, yes. Why?"

"Your clothes are better," Shuichi said realising that he wasn't explaining anything at all.

"Alright," Kazuya said slowly. "You sure are in a chipper mood all of a sudden." For this remark Kazuya got a scowl from Shuichi. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

After Shuichi changed into jeans and a t-shirt (that smelled distinctly like Kazuya) he went to the store to but the only food that didn't make him cry – chocolate-melon bread!

Shuichi skipped back to the apartment with a bag full of choco-melon bread fir everyone. On his way back though, he paused at an electronics store. On the televisions on display was Yuki.

"My partner, Shuichi, recently broke up with me. It was very hard for me. I'm still broken hearted," Yuki fed his sob-story to a reporter.

Shuichi ran the rest of the way home crying. He slammed the door to his apartment shut with such a force that it probably shook the whole building. Not that Shuichi cared. Throwing the bread on the floor, he threw himself onto his bed. Why did he have to see that today of all days? Why not next week, when he could actually handle it?

He sobbed into his pillow wondering if the pain would ever go away when Kazuya walking in, once again wondering if he was okay. Ryuichi was being damned persistent about Kazuya checking up on Shuichi today. He sat down next to Shuichi and put an arm around him. Without warning Shuichi threw himself around Kazuya and continued to cry. Slowly and cautiously Kazuya put his arms around Shuichi's waist and began to rub his back.

"It hurts so bad, Kazuya. And now all of Japan knows. I just want to go into a hole and die."

"It'll get better soon. Ryuichi and I are here for you." With that he placed a reassuring kiss on Shuichi's forehead and rested his chin on Shuichi's head. They stayed that way for hours until Shuichi drifted off into a deep sleep.

Ryuichi was getting a little lonely, so he decided to see what was up with Shuichi. He poked his head in just in time to here Kazuya say, "Ryuichi and I are here for you." As Kazuya kissed Shuichi on the forehead Ryuichi smiled and went back to the living room.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Review please. Flame if you must.