Broken Files

Chapter Six

A song played somewhere in the distance. He could hear the words vividly played in his head. It was that song that he listened to over and over again by his favorite band…The strange song told a story about some girl floating on and on forever alone and how it was her fault. He must have listened to the song a thousand times, but at the moment he couldn't remember what the song meant.

Was it a dream? It was a strange blurry feeling that he felt as his eyes managed to push open. He found himself curled up tightly in a fetal position in the middle of the bed. He must have been lost in a dream before he had woken up. He nearly forgot himself as he pushed himself up with his elbows. Some nightmare had captured him the previous night. A memory he had tried to repress over the year had seeped into his sleep. His hand ran up to his forehead as though he were checking his temperature. He felt strangely like he was floating.

He looked around. What was he expecting to find? He couldn't quite grasp it, but whatever his eyes were searching for he found himself disappointed. He looked down to his empty lap and found his hands clenching into tight balls. Why did he feel this horrible anger? He tried to let his hands relax and unclench. He needed to let go of this feeling. He let out a sigh as his hands suddenly unfolded.

What was it that Shuichi was missing…? There was something very important to his heart that was now lost. What was it? It was going to drive him mad if he didn't remember soon. His chin lifted up at the sound of the door opening and for some reason he felt hope filter into his chest. Someone was coming through the door that he…What? He stared not sure what he was supposed to be excited about. In any case the person that stepped into the room was only the nurse Ayaka from the night before.

"Ah, you're awake," She gave a routine smile, "I always hate waking patients to check their stats. I'm going to do some minor blood work and make sure everything's alright. After a small examination you'll be free to go!" As though she had just now noticed something was off she too was looking around the room. "Where did that blond go that was with you last night?" She looked anxious.

'What blond?' He nearly spoke it aloud, but he held it in. What the hell was he thinking?! It was Eiri Yuki! The stranger that had saved his life! The man he had only known a short while, but for some reason made him feel like- He stopped his thoughts as he looked away from the needle that was stuck into his arm.

"Sorry about this" An apologetic smile.

"It's alright, Ms. Ayaka…" His voice sounded weak and depressed. The nurse seemed to have noticed as well. Her eyes averted up to his face almost seeming to examine it. Still she made no comment to his low tone. A sigh escaped him again. He felt so horrible in every way. Why?

He didn't notice when the girl was finally finished with his arm and went away. Nor did he notice the disgusting food that was offered to him. His mind pinned him down else where.

It felt like hitting a brick wall straight on. The sudden wave of emotion that hit him made him double over as he began to sob some minutes after receiving the food. He wasn't whining or even just crying. He was balling like a baby and he didn't care anymore. Worse then remembering everything that had happened with Taki was the thought of Yuki. Everything about him made Shuichi break down. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but every tense feeling in his heart began to leak out in the form of tears.

After minutes passed in silence except for the small sounds of his crying he sat up slowly, his posture slouching and barely keeping him up, his eyes weakly scoped across the room. No Yuki. He had been up for two hours so far and there was no Yuki. Maybe the blond had gone out to smoke…Or maybe went off somewhere to sleep, but somehow Shuichi knew he was alone. Yuki was not coming back. He didn't want to come back for him. It was understandable that the story probably freaked him out. Shuichi was disgusting and his body filthy from the abuse it had received. Who would want to be around someone like him after that happened?

"Why can't you come back to me…?" He asked this aloud, but it came out in a low mumble. He didn't feel energetic and to speak any louder would be a waste of time.

Questions hit his mind. Why did he care so much if this one male came back and for him none the less! He was acting like a stupid puppy dog in love or some such nonsense, but Shuichi knew he wasn't! Eiri was arrogant, rude, spiteful, and as far as he had seen didn't really give a damn about anyone, but himself. Shuichi decided simply that he did not, no, that he could not care about such a prick. It would a waste of time and why should he? They were both males anyway…And Shuichi had never been in such a relationship like this before…Not where one person was as cruel to him as Eiri was. He would never have put up with it before. He usually told a guy off if they acted like that.

Maybe it was because of the angelic features that Yuki naturally wore and would show the most when he was in contemplation or any other time. Could it be how no matter how many names he called him that Yuki actually gave a damn what happened to him? Maybe it was just gratitude on Shuichi's part…Suddenly being called brat all the time didn't look so bad to him after all…In a way it had become endearing to him.

Oh why did he have to feel so stupid?! He didn't care! He just…A sigh escaped him. What did he want…? After everything he felt depressed now, but why?

"Shuichi-san? Um…Looks like everything checks out. You're free to sign out whenever you want. Your clothes are right by your bed…" When had she come back in? Well she was gone again before he could comprehend the words. So, no more hospital time…He was healthy.

Weakly his black shorts fit over his legs and on to his waist as he fastened them down tightly. Where was he going now? He still needed to see his father, but he was so far off he wasn't sure where the hell he was or even about transportation. His poor car…It was gone…Yuki was gone. Even in such a short amount of time he found himself very dependant on the other. It was ridiculous. Shuichi could take care of himself…Still, he felt weak thinking those words.

'I need you, Yuki. I…I want you by my side. Where are you? Come back to me please.' Was Yuki so important to him?

His heart ached. Yes ached. He had never felt this much pain in his life. Just thinking about Yuki made him want to cry and chase after him. He desperately wanted to find him and tell him never to leave his side again.

Why, why, why, why, WHY?!

He pulled down the muscle white tee-shirt and then a maroon jacket. The hospital had been kind enough to at least clean his poor clothing. Such a small matter though…

"What did I ever do to you…" 'for you to make my heart feel like this…'

There was one last chance. Just one last hope he could rely on. He place his sock feet into his tennis shoes, promptly signed out of the hospital and went straight for the exit. A part of him was excited and another expecting sheer disappointment. It was too late for him to look back now. It was the only chance he had. After this, if it didn't work, he would give up finding Yuki. If he wasn't waiting for him, then there was no point in spending countless hours searching for someone that didn't want to be found.

He took in a deep breath like a kid does before jumping into a pool. He forced his legs forward and ignored the countless unending beating of his heart.

…Through the threshold.

The fresh air was refreshing for some reason. Nothing was sterilized outside. It was nice in comparison to that place.

Deep violet eyes that had dulled down since starting off on his original trip looked to the left. There was no one there. Only a parking lot and several cars. So, then there was the right side that he needed to look to. He didn't want to, though. God, how he just wanted to be home and back before all this started. He wanted to sleep in his comfy bed again. And before he knew what was happening he found himself staring at the empty nothingness of the right. No Yuki there. Yuki was gone. The thought seemed the hurt him worse then anything else to date. Yuki was gone. He had left him behind after all. Shuichi saw it coming, but he never expected to feel like this.

He forced his feet forward. Where was he going? He didn't know yet, but he knew that he couldn't stand still. If he did he was sure that he would hear his heart bleeding and then he would cry like a baby. His feet were making him run now. He was so scared. He was scared to look up and to see that Yuki was not there to protect him or even just to hold him.

Just as his feet had picked up a good pace he suddenly bumped hard into someone and fell back. Why did he have to do that? It didn't make his day…He peered up, though he didn't really give a shit until he saw a familiarface. Was it really? No…He must be imagining things…

"Shuichi…" That dull monotone voice that was actually very alluring. Then there were those piercing golden eyes that at times looked to belong to a demon rather then the angel face they belonged to. He was so tall compared to Shuichi too…

The corners of Shuichi's lips moved up on their own and a soft maybe childlike smile adorned his face as he simply spoke very quietly as though he were afraid that he might scare off Yuki…

"Eiri…"

-End

It turns out college is bad for my brain. I wanted to write this chapter for a long while. It was mostly just about Shuichi discovering his feelings about a very harsh blond. More action and what not to come. Right now I'm moving so slow it hurts!! I need inspiration! In any case take this chapter as a proof that I'm still alive and that I haven't abandoned this story!