To show that Yuki really does love Ayame

Yuki was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, and he was tired, and annoyed, and angry, because the driver is none other than his older brother, the snake, Ayame. Ayame's going on about this time when he was in high school, and did this, and did that, and blah blah blah. Yuki isn't really listening.

The only reason he agreed to go over to Ayame's for an hour or so is because Tohru practically begged him too, going on about how they needed to build a brotherly bond. And because he couldn't stand to see her so sad at his immediate denial, he went along anyway.

He is still unsure about how he feels about his older brother. Ayame really does seem to care about him now, given all the times he was there to comfort Yuki, or help in when he needed it. Like at his parent-teacher conference. If Ayame hadn't saved him then, Yuki had no doubt he would have given in to some sort of darkness. But Ayame was there. But could that really make up for the way Ayame had treated him before? Like he didn't exsist? How had Ayame just watched him suffer, and done nothing?

Suddenly a voice peirces his thoughts.

"So, what do you think of that story, my dear little brother?"

Yuki couldn't even remember what the story was about, so he just looked out the window and said, "Intresting," in a dull tone. He can tell Ayame realizes he hadn't listened at all, and he feels it hurts the snake's feelings.

"What are you thinking about Yuki?" Ayame asked, trying to sound entergetic, and again Yuki feels confused on how to respond to him. His immediate reaction is anger, and before he can take the words back, he says, "How you treated me when I was young."

The quiet that snaps into place next to him brings Yuki the effort to look at the man next to him. Ayame is staring straight ahead, his eyes bitter with pain, his jaw clenched. Yuki suddenly feels bad, and he begin to takes it back, but Ayame stops him.

"Don't apologize. You have no reason too. Its my fault."

Yuki doesn't think he heard correctly, so he says, "What?"

Ayame's eyes look like they might have tears in them, and Yuki pulls back in shock.

'Does he really suffer this much from those memories?' he wonders. The car stops and Yuki realizes they have reached their destination. Yuki gets out of the car. Seconds later, Ayame has rounded his way over to him.

"I'm so sorry Yuki. You'll never know how sorry I am."

Yuki doesn't say anything, just stares blankly at Ayame. Suddenly Ayame reaches over to hug him. Even though part of him wants the hug, his instinct reaction is to pull away from him. So Yuki stumbles back, but loses his footing on the sidewalk and falls onto the street.

He hears Ayame scream his name and the sudden screech of tires on the pavement. He tries to stumble to his feet in a last second effort to save himself, but he knows that this is the end. The truck won't be able to stop in time. He's either gonna die, or get hurt. Either way, he's getting hit by that truck. He opens his eyes. The truck thats going to kill him is only inches away. He closes his eyes again. He hears Ayame scream his name again, but he sounds closer this time.

Nii-san. I'm sorry. I do love you.

He suddenly felt arms wrap themselves around the front of his body, like a hug. The arms wrap around him protectively, one around his back, and one around his head, and Yuki opens his eyes to see who it is.

Ayame.

"Ayame!" he gasps, but before Ayame can say anything to him they are suddenly thrown back by an incredible force. They are tossed merclessly against the street. Yuki's head hits the street harshly, but Ayame's hand blocks the blow. He hears a distinct crack. But it isn't his head. So it must be... His whole body hurt s from the impack against the street, but he pulls himself away quickly shouting, "Ayame! Are you okay?"

His older brother is still on the street, a steady flow of blood coming from the side of his head.

"Ayame!" he pleads, bending down to the still form and checking for a heartbeat. He feels a small thuding in Ayame's chest. He is aware of people screaming all around him, but Yuki doesn't respond to any of them.

"Ayame, wake up!" he pleads, trying to pull Ayame up. But Ayame doesn't move. Terrified, Yuki does nothing more than sit next to his brother, going into a trance like state as he grabs hold of Ayame's head and gently puts it in his lap, holding his hand, and trembling.

He hears an ambulance pull up, and voices telling him to let go of Ayame.

"NO!" He yells at them, swatting them away and bending over him protectively. "Don't touch him!"

People around him stare in alarm, and some are crying.

"Son, listen to me." Says a calm voice and Yuki looks up from his brother's face to the paramedics. "He's still alive son. If you let go, and if we hurry, he'll be okay.

Yuki tries to hold back a sob, but it comes through. 'He saved me.'

"Can I ride in the same ambulance?"

"Of course."

Yuki's hands are trembling as he lets go of Ayame. He and Ayame are taken into the ambulance, and as he lies there he can hear the paramedics working on Ayame. He closes his eyes again. They'll save him, he tells himself. He'll be okay.

And a voice peirces through his thoughts. Its only a whisper, meant so he can't hear it, but rats have excellent hearing.

"He's not going to make it."

I'll update on the next chapter soon. Stay tuned to see what happens to Ayame!