A/N: Thanks for the reviews from Lanku, Asenav, GreenEyedFloozy-BackInBusiness, and Lady-Ross. We are getting to a huge plot twist in this chapter, so it was alot of fun to write. It took barely any time at all. It's cuz we love you. :)

WARNING! There is actually slash in this chapter, you have been warned.

In Spite Of It All

Don't Turn Around

Don't turn around
Cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around
I don't want you seeing me cry
Just walk away
-Don't Turn Around - Ace Of Bace

Shuichi woke up the next morning. He had eaten the rest of the ice cream, drank a mickey of whiskey and passed out on the couch. His hair was caked with ice cream and his mouth felt like a cat slept in it.

Shuichi got up and decided that he defiantly needed a shower. While in the shower he realised he had made a big mistake with Kazuya and there wasn't much he could do to remedy it. He had to approach the situation with finesse.

Shuichi got out of the shower feeling a lot cleaner and a little less hung over. Just as he was getting dressed he heard a knock at the door.

Shuichi stomped out of his room with a shirt in his hand. "Just a second," he called while putting on his shirt. Shuichi couldn't fathom why; if it was Ryuichi, which he assumed it was, he didn't use his key. This was also still a mystery to Shuichi.

Shuichi opened the door and gasped. "What- what do you want?" he stammered.

"I want to talk to you," said Yuki calmly.

"Well, I don't want to talk to you," said Shuichi, but he lost his nerve halfway through the sentence and let Yuki in anyways.

Shuichi sat heavily on the couch and stared at the blank TV. "What do you want?" Shuichi said in a flat voice.

"I want you to come home." Yuki stated in a business-like tone.

"I am home," said Shuichi plainly.

"You call this home?" scoffed Yuki. "This isn't home. Your home is with me. In my apartment. It's where you belong. You belong to me and with me."

Shuichi jumped off of the couch in a sudden rage. He turned and faced Yuki moving only a few inches from his face. "I belong to you? What? So now I'm a possession? I don't to you, with you or anywhere near you! I belong to myself. And how dare you waltz into my home and make fun of it! This apartment affords me the privacy and respect I never got when I was with you. So, take your high-and-mighty attitude and fuck off!" screamed Shuichi.

He could feel a lump in his throat. He was about to cry, but for the end result of his rant he could not, no matter what, cry in front of Yuki. He was better than that. With a blazing fire behind his glare, he looked at Yuki. Nothing could have surprised him more the hurt look on Yuki's face.

"Well, I guess you've made up your mind then. I was just hoping I could change it for you," he said in a quiet voice. It's just an act, Shuichi thought to himself. It's always been an act. Shuichi stared at Yuki for a second longer than comfortable and looked away. Yuki took this chance to close the space between them, put his arm around Shuichi's waist and pulled him into a kiss.

Shuichi's shock almost instantly melted at the familiar feel of Yuki so near to him. Yuki's tongue slipped into his mouth and much to Shuichi's anger, he didn't protest. He slipped his arms around Yuki's neck in response.

Yuki pulled his lips away from Shuichi's and placed a hand gently on his chin. "Consider what I said," stated Yuki simply. Then he pecked Shuichi on the lips once more and left the apartment. With Yuki went part of Shuichi's dignity.

Shuichi stared at the closed door for a few minutes before breaking down.

"What the fuck!" he screamed. "I am such a weak, stupid idiot!" Shuichi collapsed where he was and broke into heavy sobs.

Shuichi was sitting in the kitchen later just about to pour himself a drink when he realised he probably shouldn't. It wasn't even happy hour. Hell, it wasn't even noon. I'm going to turn into an alcoholic and die of an ulcer, thought Shuichi morbidly.

He put the bottle of whiskey down and went to his room. He grabbed a jacket, his keys, and some money then he left the apartment.

He started to walk in a seemingly aimless way, but deep in Shuichi's subconscious he knew exactly where he was going.

He arrived in the front of the doors that lead to Yuki's apartment building.

"What am I doing?" Shuichi said to himself.

"Hey brat," came a voice form behind him. Shuichi turned to see Yuki walking in from the parking lot. "Are you going to go in or not?"

"I- I came to get my stuff that I forgot back," Shuichi mumbled.

"Yeah, right. Come on," said Yuki forcefully and Shuichi trailed after him. If Shuichi had a tail it would be between his legs.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Yuki stepped out and pulled Shuichi by the shirt right after him.

"I missed you," Yuki whispered in Shuichi's ear.

"I came for my stuff," Shuichi said with a bit more confidence this time.

"You are not. If you wanted your stuff back, you would have come back a long time ago," Yuki said and planted a kiss on Shuichi's neck. Shuichi moaned slightly at the familiarity of the lips.

"I have to go," whispered Shuichi as Yuki continued the assault on Shuichi's neck. Little by little Yuki was pulling Shuichi into his apartment.

"You have nowhere to be but here," said Yuki possessively as he successfully closed the door behind them and pinned Shuichi to the nearest wall. He kissed Shuichi and let his hands roam around his body. Shuichi revelled in the touch and the kiss. He let his hand slide up Yuki's back, completely forgetting his protests.

Then Yuki pulled Shuichi into his bedroom. All the while Shuichi felt his resolve crumble and his last bit of dignity was left at the door.

They entered the room and Shuichi felt a sweet sense of safety wash over him. Yuki pushed him roughly to the bed and immediately started to remove his pants.

"Do we have to-," Shuichi tried to say before Yuki crawled on top of him and covered his lips with his own. Shuichi completely lost all confidence in his own anger and gave in to the desire he felt for the other man.

As Yuki pulled off Shuichi's clothes, he couldn't help but think that what he was doing was wrong. But every time he tried to protest more, it was silenced by a new touch or kiss.

Finally Yuki entered Shuichi. Shuichi gasped at the small twinge pf pain he felt. It hadn't been that long, had it?

Yuki caught the slight grimace of pain and smiled. "It wouldn't hurt if you were still with me," he said breathlessly.

Shuichi grimaced at the harsh words but chose not to respond. Especially, he thought, since he broke up with me.

Shuichi woke up about an hour later to a rough hand shaking him.

"Get up, brat. You need to leave," said Yuki.

"What?" asked Shuichi sleepily.

"You need to leave. Tohma is coming over," replied Yuki.

"Oh," said Shuichi sitting up. "Why do I have to leave?"

"Because Tohma won't want to see you," said Yuki, pulling on his pants.

"Yeah, well, Tohma is a dick head."

"Harsh words. You've been hanging out with Ryuichi and Kazuya too much."

"How did you know I've been hanging out with them?" asked Shuichi, who was beyond surprise.

"Tohma keeps track of all his musicians," Yuki replied easily with a casual smirk.

"You mean he's been spying on me? That guy's a bastard. First, he hog ties Ryuichi and now he's spying on me. That's not to mention the other crap he's pulled over the years. What a prick!" spat Shuichi vehemently.

"Oh, about that; that thing with Ryuichi was a game. Purely harmless… kind of. It just so happens that Ryuichi and Tohma had a thing going for a while and on that particular day Ryuichi decided to get cold feet about Mika. They were about to play a bondage game when Ryuichi let it slip and Tohma got mad. So, he hog tied him, gagged him and left. Tohma came to get me before I got home and walked in on Ryuichi. That's where you come in," explained Yuki, putting on his belt.

"But I saw driving Ryuichi's car," said Shuichi, who was blown away with all of this new information.

"Tohma and Ryuichi came in the same car – Ryuichi's car."

"Oh," said Shuichi. It seemed a little clearer now, but not any less bizarre. He still didn't know why he was leaving, though.

Shuichi quickly got dressed and was about to leave when he decided he had to say something. "Yuki," he said tentatively, trying to gain courage. "Yuki, this meant nothing. I still haven't forgiven you for what you did. I just got… weak," Shuichi mumbled. He felt very downcast and ashamed of himself.

Yuki grunted and replied, "You can't fool yourself Shuichi. Think about it."

Shuichi left and walked back to his own apartment. He decided he wouldn't even begin to address what he had done until he had a rather large drink in front of him.

He decided to try and figure out Tohma and Ryuichi's relationship. They were going to have sex that day. How many times had they had sex before? Is that why Ryuichi left for America? Was that why he and Kazuya had been living at his apartment?

Shuichi had so many questions left unanswered. He decided he would have to talk to Ryuichi soon. But first he had to try and confront himself.

Shuichi was almost at his apartment when he realised that Tohma and Ryuichi almost had sex in Yuki's bed.

"EWWWW!" Shuichi cried and did a little gross dance. That scared away a group of little, old ladies. He quickly ran to his apartment to get a shower. Again.

Following the shower, the last two – yes, two- of his microwave dinners, a cup of ramen and a large drink, he made up his way to Ryuichi's house. He needed answers to questions, even if they were none of his business. It distracted him from his own private life.

With sunglasses and a hat, he hopped on the subway. The subway of truth, he thought to himself. As he was standing there he noticed a rather large girl standing beside him. She was a little taller than him and quite a bit heftier. She was wearing a very short skirt. Shuichi shuddered.

The fat girl kept on staring at him in a funny way. Shuichi knew what was about to happen. Good thing his was the next stop. He pressed the button and ran away with the fat girl trailing a ways behind him yelling "I love you Shuichi Shindou!" God, that was creepy, he thought to himself as he got her off of his trail.

The rest of the way was about a ten minute walk, so Shuichi had a little while to think about the events of the day in his head. Everything was so different now. He felt so weak, so used.

When he got to Ryuichi's apartment there were fat tears rolling down his cheeks, behind his sunglasses. He knocked on the door only to have Kazuya answer.

Oh great, Shuichi thought to himself, not only am I an emotional wreck, but I have to deal with him.

"What's wrong?" asked Kazuya immediately. Shuichi couldn't talk. There was big lump in his throat, so he just shook his head.

"Um… Ryuichi went out tonight, something about Tohma, but you can still come in if you want," Kazuya offered. Shuichi nodded and walked in.

"Do you want some tea?" Shuichi shook his head.

Suddenly, Shuichi burst out into body racking sobs. His knees gave out and he fell to the floor where he stood. Kazuya knelt beside him and enveloped Shuichi into a warm embrace. It broke his heart to see his friend this way.

Kazuya just kept on whispering comforting this, even though he had no clue what was wrong. He kissed him gently on the forehead. Shuichi seemed so broken. How could one day change a person so much?

With Shuichi pressed against him, crying, one question kept popping up in his head. If you really care about someone, should a trivial thing like gender get in the way?

A/N: How did you like the chapter:D I told you we had fun writing it! Please review. It makes us smile and rainbow. Yes, we are able to rainbow, in case you were wondering.