Here we go! Sukisho's fanfic's are just not in action anymore!!! So I need to set the record straight! Enjoy!

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Sunao's sweet sleeping face was displayed for Sora as he looked at him, "Fujimori... you haven't changed a bit... you're still so beautiful and you sleep so well..."

Sunao turned after he felt Sora place his hand on the top of his head, feeling his soft, a tad bit ratted pink hair.

Sora sighed... "I don't know how this could've happened... this creepy future, you and Matsuri... and a baby too?"

"Mm, Hashiba..." Sunao yawned making the blueberry jump.

"C-Can you hear me?"

Giant pink eyes peered open to look into the blue ones... "Hashiba... you-you came back..."

Sora was suprised, as well as Yoru who was against the window looking interested in what was going on. "Fujimori how can you--" He stopped, finding Sunao grinning softly.

"Wow... I forgot how cute you were then..." He giggled, making Sora blush slightly, but he quickly shook it off.

"Fujimori... how can you see me?" The blueberry asked.

"I don't know... how can I not?" Sunao teased, slowly grabbing Sora as well as he could in his condition. He continued to giggle anonymously, "I missed you... so much."

The blueberry couldn't help but feel like shit, this innocent man being hurt like that...

"Fujimori... do--" Suddenly there was a clutter, a loud one... "Wha?"

"Ngh..." Sunao moaned tiredly, then fell back onto the bed.

"F-Fuji--"

"Heh..."

He turned... wind came blowing from the door to the room.

"Guess who?" The evil Sora chuckled, walking torward the badly injured Sunao. Pink eyes peered once more, this time he scowled.

"What are you doing here...?" Sunao growled.

"Mmm, I just wanted to see your beautiful face again my love. " He snickered, a suductive grin grew on his face.

"Oh yeah... you almost destroyed two lives today... very romantic."

"Hph.. more than that cutie."

Sunao showed an aggrivated look, he didn't find it funny at all.

"How is your child? Did I kill it finally?"

"SHUT UP!" Sunao yelled, sitting up a lifting his fist to make Sora pay.

Sora accepted the fist into his own, staring into the rabid growling of Sunao's face. "You don't need that bastard Matsuri... and you certainly don't need that retched child with him."

"Don't you DARE say that!!! " The pinkhaired screamed, grabbing the larger man's shirt and falling to his knees. He sobbed into the ripped fabric he was wearing, "Please Hashiba... please... don't hurt my baby..."

Young Sora stood in shock, while future Sora's eyes lowered down, "Then, you must do something for me in return..."

"Hashiba..."

He carressed Sunao's cheeks and pulled him in a holding position, "Fujimori..." Tears fell from the weary blue eyes, showing affection which he hadn't shown since... before.

Sunao twitched after he felt cold hands push his shirt off slightly. "Hashiba... stop!"

"Sora!" Matsuri barged in, breathing heavily.

Said person laughed, "You just won't leave us alone will you?"

The blonde scowled, "No way! Not after what you did earlier, or anytime you ever got near him after you turned into a dickhead!"

"Hahahaha!" Tears fell even harder from Sora's eyes. "You hurt me Matsuri... Fujimori was mine, and you stole him from me...I will never forgive you..."

The blueberry's eyes grew wider.

Winds came once more, making Sora dissapear again.

"Matsuri... H-Hashiba, he..."

"What?" Matsuri turned in the pinkhaired's direction.

"Hashiba is back Matsuri!" Sunao said, his face shot.

"Nao... its over." The blonde reasurred. "Sora will never be good again... not after tonight."

"But--"

"NO!" Matsuri yelled, Sunao backed away, his pink eyes growing larger and watering gently. "Its over..."

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