Belated Happy Halloween guys! This chapter is a little trick, I mean treat for you.

Belated Merry Christmas too. Happy New Year to us all.

Read first: For those of you who don't like to know about Fujisaki's past, you can freely skip the flashback part.

I'm very sorry for the delay of this chapter. I was to update every month but since I already have work, there is less time to make the following chapters.

Anyway, I'm sure you guys will not like what's in store for this chapter, as the title suggests.

Chapter 14

The Angst

Eiri stayed rooted on his spot. It was dark in his room and all he could see clearly were Shuichi's tears, gleaming on his cheeks. The next second, the pink-haired man ran out of his room and out of his apartment. As much as he wanted to follow, he couldn't move his body.

"I will never forgive you! You hurt my Daddy!" a much smaller pink-haired person appeared beside him and kicked him, then ran away.

"Shinori!" Eiri opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out.

"Heh, that's what you get for cheating on me."

A black-haired woman was lying on his bed, with only a blanket on. She stood up and smirked. "Eiri, Eiri, Eiri. I didn't know you wanted a whore by your side."

"Yukino?" he gritted his teeth and raised his hand to slap the woman but a hand prevented him from doing it.

"If I were you I wouldn't do that."

"Tohma? You bastard!"

"Ho, Eiri-kun, it's sad that you replaced us with someone like him. But now that we know, maybe we should erase Shuichi Shindou from this world so that you will come back to us?"

"Or maybe we should kill the baby as well?" Yukino said, now fully dressed.

"Baby? You'll never –

"You – you – you will not! Don't make me angry! Stop it! Stay away from Shuichi! Aaaaaaah!"

Eiri opened his eyes, and realized that he was lying on his bed. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was just a dream. He placed a hand on his forehead. "What the heck. Why am I worried about that kid so much?"

"Mm, Eiri."

Eiri raised an eyebrow. Beside him was Shuichi, who was naked and was embracing him while sleeping.

"Oh right, I asked him to sleep with me. This idiot. He really slept, without me having my way." Eiri mumbled to himself and listened to Shuichi's sleep talk.

"Eiri, luv you."

Eiri smirked and positioned Shuichi to a much comfortable position. But he ended up waking up the younger man.

"Ah, Eiri, why are you still awake?" He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"I – uh, I woke up because of a dream."

"Was it a nightmare? You can share it to me."

"N – no, it was nothing serious – hey, where are you going?"

Shuichi stood up and kissed him on the forehead. "I know it was a bad dream. I can tell. Shinori is like that when he has bad dreams."

"Like what?"

"You sweat. Hehe." Shuichi smirked and winked at him. "Besides, you looked wasted."

"Where are you going? It's 3 in the morning!"

"You want me to sleep beside you?" he teased Eiri and bit his ear. "Aw...but I can't. Shinori will cry if he finds out I'm not by his side."

"Gah, who would want to sleep beside you?" he held the bitten spot and hid under the blankets. "Close the door."

"Right." Shuichi smiled and whispered an unheard 'I love you.'

It's been a week since they moved out of Eiri's former apartment. They forgot a lot of things back there but didn't dare to come back. Eiri smirked as thoughts of a tricked Tohma entered his mind. They would need to be three times more careful now but this new apartment was a little larger than the first one. It has three bedrooms: One for Eiri, one for Shinori and Shuichi and one for whoever wants to use it. Mostly, it was Eiri who occupied the third room as a study area, or sometimes his 'recreation' area with Shuichi.

"But what will I do if they don't believe it's me?" Shinori asked that morning, already dressed for school, eating his breakfast. "I mean, what if they think I'm an alien who can change his looks? I don't want to be bullied anymore!"

Shuichi laughed and placed a glass of milk beside a plate of bacon and eggs. "Don't be silly, honey. They will definitely know it's you! I'll accompany you to school if you want."

Shinori fell silent and sipped at his milk. After a few seconds, he began to mumble again. "But –

"Shinori, I will not let you be bullied again." Shuichi smiled and gave him an encouraging pat on the back. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dad." The boy said and finished his food.

"Brush your teeth now, we'll leave in a few minutes." Shuichi said.

Shinori jumped off his seat and hurried towards the bathroom. "Morning, Mr. Uesugi." He waved as he walked past Eiri who was emerging from his own bedroom.

"M - Morning, Eiri. B - Breakfast." Shuichi pointed at the food on the table, unable to compose a longer sentence. He was always awed by how Eiri looked like when he woke up. Unbuttoned shirt, tight boxers, disheveled hair, long and smooth legs, and dreamy tiger-like eyes.

Eiri sat on his chair without a word and began eating his breakfast.

"Daddy! Let's go to school now!" Shinori appeared beside Shuichi and grabbed his leg.

"Alright honey." Shuichi smiled and got Shinori's bag. "Eiri, we'll leave now."

"Sure." Eiri said without looking up.

I love you, bastard. Shuichi thought and rubbed his tummy absent mindedly. I'm sorry if I fell asleep immediately last night. We can't have sex now. It's bad for our baby.

"Dad?" Shinori asked as they were on their way to school. They passed by a bookstore with a glass mirror for window display and Shinori looked at his reflection. "Do I look ok now?"

"Of course. You're cute Shinori. Stop worrying, ok?" he winked at his son and later on, they were already in front of the school. Shinori grabbed his hand tightly.

"There you go." Shuichi said reassuringly and guided his son to his classroom.

Before he could enter, a spiky-haired kid walked out of the classroom and stopped dead on his tracks. He was face to face with Shinori and for a minute, they were just staring at each other.

"S – Serizawa-kun. O – Ohayo." Shinori said shyly while the spiky-haired kid named Sei Serizawa blushed a deep shade of pink.

"Bathroom. I'm going to the bathroom. I – I mean, yeah, ohayo." Sei said, averting his eyes from Shinori's and looked at Shuichi instead.

"Hi, Sei-kun. Thanks for being friend with my son. He tells me a lot of stories about you." Shuichi smiled.

"Ohayo." The boy said softly and bowed. He cast a glance at Shinori's face, turned red this time, and ran away from the Shindous.

Shuichi laughed and kissed his son on the cheek. "Do your best, ok? I'll be going now." He said and went away.

"Here goes nothing." Shinori breathed and opened the door of his classroom. His classmates stopped chatting and playing, and all eyes were on him. He could see everyone clearly now that he didn't have a burn on his face anymore.

"Oh! Shindou-kun! I'm glad you're back!" Their adviser just entered their classroom as well. "Alright, go back to your seats, we will start the class now."

Shinori sat happily on his seat while a grumpy looking Yukari Uesugi glared at him.

"I'm back." Shuichi announced as he entered Eiri's apartment.

He found Eiri sitting on the living room couch, reading thick sheets of paper. He didn't even look up when he heard Shuichi.

"Bastard." Shuichi murmured sarcastically as he went to get his apron to start washing the dishes.

Once he was alone in the kitchen, he started to fantasize about himself as a housewife/househusband. Eiri and him would have many children and they would be living in a mansion. they would share a large bedroom and a large bed. They would have plenty of maids, lots of luxurious food –

He stopped his imagination. His stomach began to grumble and he rubbed it to ease the pain. "Yeah, as if that would happen. I can't even tell him about this second baby."

Suguru Fujisaki tossed and turned on his bed. He wanted to sleep more but his mind wouldn't let him. The memories of when he was taken away from Hiro's arms by Tohma kept racing in his mind as if it was just yesterday.

"Alright there, Suguru?" Tatsuha asked, handing the green-haired teen a cup of hot chocolate. He sat on the edge of Fujisaki's bed and sipped at his own dink.

"Yeah." Fujisaki said while turning the cup in his hand. He stared at his reflection in the hot liquid, then sighed.

"I'm sorry –

"I told you you shouldn't be." Tatsuha cut him off.

"But because of me… because of me, you have to to hide too! I don't want you to be in trouble. What if Tohma finds out that you're the one who's hiding me?"

"As a matter of fact, I think he already knows." Tatsuha said coolly.

Fujisaki gasped.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Suguru. It's about time to tame that old bastard."

"Tatsuha-kun! What if –

"Suguru." Tatsuha said, turning serious. He placed his cup of chocolate on the bedside table and shifted to a much closer position to Fujisaki. "You choose. You stay there all locked up and naked, without anything to eat, or you stay here with me, not really safe but far away from Tohma's danger?"

"I just don't want you to be in a greater danger than I am." Suguru reasoned out, his eyes already full of unshed tears. He wiped them with the hem of his shirt and Tatsuha took the cup from Fujisaki's hands and placed it on the table too.

"May I ask you a question?" he started and Fujisaki nodded. "What is it that Tohma wants from you? I mean, my brother mentioned that Tohma has to get something from you before he'll have to kill you. What is it? You can trust me. I won't tell anyone."

The green-haired one hesitated but decided to finally tell him. "The Seguchi siblings want me to tell them were the last will of their father is."

"Last will? It should be with them. It has nothing to do with you, right?"

"Their father – my father's brother, he passed all his wealth to me. The lawyer gave me the original copy of the will."

"All his riches to you? How can that be? I mean, you're only his nephew! And, the original testament is in your hands?"

"I'm not sure." He cried again and grabbed his head, as if he was having a headache. "I don't know. They said it's with me but I can't remember. When I ran away years ago, I – I don't know – they said I have temporary amnesia. All I remember is that I ended up at Blue boy. They're the ones who took me in."

"By 'Blue boy', you mean that whore house?"

Fujisaki nodded. Tatsuha bit his lip. "You became a –

"I'd rather be like that than suffer because of the Seguchi family!" He cried pathetically this time. "If he hadn't given up on me – if only he had found me and rescued me – if only he had followed me that day –

"Wh – what are you talking about? Who is 'he'? Suguru? Suguru!" he shook Fujisaki's shoulders, but the latter was crying harder.

"- I wouldn't be suffering like this. If only he'd protected me –" Fujisaki added.

"Calm down. Calm down." Tatsuha was panicking now. "Who are you talking about? Please, calm down Suguru!" He almost wrestled with him because the younger man was shaking uncontrollably. "Please?" he added in a whisper, and quite dramatically, Fujisaki ceased his tears. Tatsuha embraced him tightly, as if to never let him go. Then without thinking, his lips landed on Fujisaki's. He kissed him softly on the lips, and then slowly let his tongue inside. Fujisaki opened his eyes and saw a red-haired man in front of him, kissing him sweetly. He closed his eyes and gave in to the kiss, a few seconds later, he felt his back on the soft bed and his clothes were being stripped.

"Love me." Tatsuha whispered to him.

Whatever happened next, Fujisaki felt pleasure on his body but not on his heart.

Flashback

Fujisaki ran barefooted on the wet, cold and murky road. Behind him were a lot of men wearing black suits, chasing him and talking on their gadgets, probably asking for some back up. He shivered. It would be December pretty soon and all he was wearing were short smelly shorts, a holey dark tank top and a thin, ragged and thorn jacket. Inside the inner pockets of his jacket were his hands, clutching a small plastic envelope which contains a red folder with a logo of a dragon, encircling a sword, with bold letters spelled SAC around it.

It took him a lot of effort to run because he had burns and scratches on his legs and arms. He was now surrounded by city buildings, already decorated for Christmas and some still adorned with Halloween pumpkins lights. He turned around and was frightened by the mere idea of being only a few feets away from his hunters, who, according to his last count, were twice more.

He gasped, inhaling for more air and coughed out the rain that was getting in his mouth. He turned to a narrow street and stopped when he saw the headlights of a dozen of black cars. He hid in an alley and rubbed his swelling foot.

"Where is he?! You stupid idiots! Find him! He's just a kid – an injured kid! You slowpokes!"

He trembled uncontrollably, but risked the chance to glance at the street. The black figure of Yukino Seguchi stood as the leader of the men wearing black suits. She was pointing at every direction, slapping, kicking and shouting at her men. Fujisaki leaned on the brick wall and panted.

"He's not there!" shrieked Yukino. "There! Go there! That place hasn't been checked yet!"

Fujisaki's heart gave a summersault (I checked in my dictionary and didn't found this word so, except if it's in yours, change it by 'Fujisaki's heart jerked'). He was sure that 'there' meant the alley where he was hiding. He crawled out of it, back to where some of Yukino's men were looking for him.

"It's dark, they can't see me," he convinced himself, but cursed the lights that were sparkling on the buildings. He decided to sneak out quietly; after all, they couldn't hear him. It was starting to rain heavily.

Luckily, no one noticed him. They were all focused on a different street, and were searching half-heartedly.

He kept an eye on his hunters while running away. He ran toward a dark alley and appeared on the opposite busy street. He knew that he was a lot safer here. He could no longer see men in black suits, could no longer hear Yukino's nasty girly voice, and could no longer see black cars. He began to laugh, but kept on running to no one knows where. His hands were still clutching the plastic envelope. He looked for a place to hide it, any place, even a trash can, just to separate him from the red folder that was menacing his whole life.

As he was doing so, as he was so eager to get rid of it, he didn't realized a black car with bright headlights heading towards him. The next thing he felt was a major break in his ribs, a definite crack on his skull, blood all over his face and an envelope flying away from his hands. Before he could close his blood stained eyes, he saw a figure of a tall man, with black suit………

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

He opened his eyes, and every part of his body protested with ache. He squinted a little and saw that he was inside a gleaming clean room.

"You're awake, thank goodness." He heard a man muttered. "Go and call Reiji please."

His heart thumped wildly and his mind was completely blank. He heard the door open, several footsteps, some talking and a sound of creaking of a bed.

He stared at the man glaring in front of him.

"Who are you?" was the first question that was addressed to him.

He tried to speak but no sound came out of his mouth.

"He's shocked."

He looked at the second man. He was wearing glasses and white medical robe. A sudden realization hit him. He was in a hospital.

"Oy, brat! Where are you going?" the man at the foot of his bed asked as Fujisaki stood up.

"I'm in the hospital right? I have no money to pay for this. I'm sorry." He balanced himself and almost fell on the floor.

"See Kiichi? I told you I hate brats." He caught Fujisaki and pushed him roughly back to bed.

"If you don't like him, you shouldn't have bumped my car violently –

"It's my car! And I didn't saw him! He was running and –

"The same. You still bumped him. And it's my car."

The man named Reiji opened his mouth to argue but the man named Kiichi, who was wearing the doctor robe, spoke again.

"Is your body aching? You've been asleep for a week. Don't worry, you don't have to pay. Just stay here. My idiot of a brother, here (he pointed at Reiji), accidentally hit you with my car. And this is my clinic; you are not in a hospital."

Fujisaki looked at the persons in front of him; both had black hair and brown eyes, they were tall and probably around 25 – 30 years old.

For an unknown reason, he started to cry.

"What now!?" Reiji asked.

"I told you he's shocked!" Kiichi said. "But he's ok now, Reiji. We can send him home tomorrow and explain to his parents. Where do you live, boy?"

Fujisaki opened his mouth, and then closed it again. A vision of a mansion formed in his mind, but he couldn't remember if that was where he lived, or eitheir where it was.

"Oh no, this is bad. I think he has amnesia."

Fujisaki looked at his closed fist. That must be it. All he could remember was his name, a blinding light, and ending up on this clinic.

"Better rest, brat. We'll look for your relatives and –

"I want to stay here." Fujisaki said before he could stop himself. "I – I don't have a place to stay. I'll just stay here. I'll work for you if you want –

"You are underage." Reiji butted in.

"But I –

"It's ok, Reiji. Remember Shuichi? Remember Hiro? They were both underage when they came to Blue Boy."

"Shuichi and Hiro are still underage. I don't want this kid to be added to them. You want this kid to be a –

"No! Of course not! Maybe he can be a waiter or a cleaner."

"That would be fine with me." Fujisaki said.

The siblings looked at him. Reiji lit another cigarette. "Fine. You will come with me tomorrow."

And thus, Fujisaki found himself in front of a tall glass windowed building the next night. He and Reiji entered and were greeted by a tall brunette guy, wearing tight leather pants, and opened button shirt, who was sitting at the lobby.

"What are you doing here, Hiroshi? Why aren't you inside club house 1? The dance is about to start."

"Nah." Hiro scratched his head. "I've seen number 1's dance many times. And cigarette smoke is killing me. Who is that?"

Fujisaki hid behind Reiji. "Ah, this is Fujisaki. He will work here starting tomorrow. He will –

"He'll work as a wh –

"No, you idiot. He'll work as a cleaner. Wait a minute, don't you have any costumers?"

"Hehe, my client was taken by number one seme, but it's ok. I still have a cold, and I can spend the holidays freely!" The red-haired young man even raised his arms to indicate that he was client free. Fujisaki raised his eyebrow.

Reiji mumbled something about 'really an idiot.' "Anyway, the whole club is full. There is no place for Fujisaki to stay. He'll sleep at your room for a while, until there's a vacant room."

"He will sleep in my room? But why?"

"No buts Hiro, or I'll decrease your allowance."

Hiro grimaced and looked at Fujisaki. Reiji pushed Fujisaki towards Hiro. "Go with him. If he's doing something funny, report it to me. My office is at the very top floor." Reiji said and walked away.

Hiro carried Fujisaki on his shoulder and the latter was too shocked to react. They entered the elevator and Hiro pressed the number 9.

"Could you put me down? I can walk on my own."

"I feel like carrying you." Hiro grinned sheepishly and carried him all the way to a room at the far end of the ninth floor.

"This is my room," he opened the door and threw Fujisaki on the bed. He switched on the lights and Fujisaki saw a large cream-colored room. It was cozy, had a large bed, a door leading to a bathroom and a glass door leading to the terrace. It had a refrigerator, a living room set and a dining set.

"This is your room?" Fujisaki asked as he thought it could be a hotel room.

"Yeah, cool isn't it? I think this room is small compared to number one."

"Who's number one?"

"Never mind. Anyway, that's the bathroom (he pointed to the brown door on the side) and you can get stuff in the fridge, but don't you ever lay your hands on the pocky and the beers, and my potato chips. That's my bed, but I can sleep on the sofa, so you can have it. And since you're the cleaner, I want my whole room to be clean."

"Yes, and thanks." Fujisaki said glumly, wondering if Reiji's idea to give him an dumb for roomate.

"Well then, sleep tight!" Hiro opened the door and went out.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your kinky business. Now sleep!" he shut the door.

"Stupid." Fujisaki muttered and rested on the bed. "I think he must be three years older than me. What is this place anyway?" He got out of bed and began examining Hiro's cabinet. It was filled with sexy outfits for men. He opened the refrigerator and wanted to wrestle Hiro when he found out that the only contents of the fridge were potato chips, beers and pocky. He'd thought he would found real food like meat, veggies, bread and rice. There was not even a cup of water inside it. Mentally cursing Hiro, he closed the refrigerator and crawled back on the bed.

It was probably hours since he fell asleep. He could hear loud happy voices outside. Rubbing his eyes, he got up and opened the door quietly to take a peek. Maybe he could see something odd about Hiro and will report it to Reiji.

Yet, he was the surprised one. He saw a much older blonde guy than Hiro, pressed on the wall by Hiro's hands. But that wasn't what surprised him the most ; the two of them were kissing really hard and the blonde guy's pants were down, while Hiro's free hand was traveling on his cock. Fujisaki gasped and closed the door before they could notice him.

About 10 minutes later, Hiro entered the room and found a glaring Fujisaki on the bed.

"I thought I told you to sleep?" Hiro smelled of alcohol and landed on the bed.

"I saw you." Fujisaki started.

Hiro grunted.

"I saw you. You were kissing a guy."

"What about it?" Hiro asked.

"What about it?! You were kissing another guy! Is that normal! And you were having sex with him!"

Hiro laughed and turned around to face him. "So, you watched us! Were you curious?"

"Curious?! I was surprised! What the heck! I'm going to report you to Reiji-san!"

Hiro laughed louder. "You don't get it, do you?" he grabbed Fujisaki's arm and led him to the basement, on which a large glass door could be seen. Hiro opened it and motioned Fujisaki inside.

There were lots of men inside, a blonde sexy man was dancing on the stage, with only a thong on. Men were throwing bills on the stage while other men had almost naked guys on their lap.

"Hey there, Shu!" Hiro shouted and waved at a pink-haired guy who was entertaining a middle-aged man who looked liked he was itching to have sex.

"Your client?" Shuichi asked.

"No, just showing him around."

"What is this place?" Fujisaki wanted to vomit. "Why – why is he almost naked?!"

"Fujisaki. This is Blue boy. A club for dating men. Whore house for short."

"I'm in a – why didn't you – you're a whore?"

"A seme whore. My friend there, Shuichi, is the number three uke whore. That guy dancing is the number one uke whore."

"You even have numbers?"

"Depends on how good you are and the number of clients you have. I'm number three seme. The more people want you, the faster you rise to number one." Hiro grabbed his arm again and led him back to their room.

Fujisaki climbed on the bed and wiped his sweat. "I didn't know this was a whore house."

"We prefer calling it club, or Blue Boy house." Hiro climbed on the bed as well. "Ah, I'm so tired." He nuzzled the pillows and covered himself with a blanket.

"Wait! You said you'll sleep on the sofa!"

"Did I say that? Nah, this is my bed, so I will sleep here. You can sleep with me if you want. I don't care. And I won't lay a finger on you."

"How dare you!" Fujisaki raised a pillow to throw it at Hiro but the latter was fast asleep.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Afraid of getting close to Hiro he opted to sleep on the sofa, which wasn't bad at all.

Fujisaki turned on his sleep and fell on the carpeted floor. He rubbed his ass and climbed back on the sofa but there was something pink that caught his eyes. It was making faint scratches like a rat hunting for food on a waste basket. He walked slowly towards the open refrigerator where the sound was coming from. He glanced at Hiro who was still asleep. Gathering all his courage, he picked up a weird looking flesh object and threw it straight to the flash of pink that appeared on top of the refrigerator door.

"Ouchie" a guy screamed.

Hiro sat up, as if a bucket of water was thrown on him.

"Hiro! There's someone here!" Fujisaki shouted.

The guy closed the refrigerator, clutching his head with his right hand and holding lots of pink pocky boxes on the other.

"Who are you?" the pink-haired guy asked.

"Reiji-san said that he should sleep in my room. He's working here as a cleaner. Fujisaki, this is Shuichi, my bestfriend."

"You're the whore I saw last night!" Fujisaki said.

"I prefer to be called number 3." Shuichi said sarcastically and sat on Hiro's bed, munching pocky. "So Hiro, was he good in bed?"

"What are you doing here anyway?" Hiro asked. "How dare you touch my pocky!"

"I ran out of supply, but don't change the topic. Was this kid better than I am?"

"I thought you were his best friend? How come you guys slept together?!" Fujisaki felt like his mind was polluted.

"So what if he's my best friend? Anyway, I didn't sleep with Fujisaki, Shuichi. And shouldn't you be reporting to Reiji-san now? To get your salary?"

"Damn, I forgot." Shuichi stood up and exited the room.

"And you, mister sex idiot, shouldn't you be at the basement to start cleaning? And why is my vibrator on the floor?"

Fujisaki blushed for being called a sex idiot and proceeded to go to work without glancing back at Hiro.

Several months passed and Fujisaki still slept at Hiro's room. He was still a cleaner, Shuichi and Hiro were still at number three. However, Fujisaki realized that Hiro wasn't as dumb as he thought he was. In fact, the guy was gentle, and thoughtful. He didn't bring any of his costumers inside his room to protect Fujisaki's young mind. When he got his salary, he made sure that Fujisaki got some extra food. He also got used to Shuichi's morning visits at Hiro's room. They also became good friends, though they always fought when Shuichi acted like a baby.

It was one of the nights when Hiro went to bed, drunk... He fell straight on his bed to take a nap. Fujisaki was kind enough to place a blanket over him.

"Dunggo." Hiro muttered.

"What?" Fujisaki removed Hiro's shoes and socks and arranged the pillows on the bed.

"Don't go." Hiro repeated and grabbed his arm.

"Hey! Wait! Wait – ah!"

Fujisaki landed on top of Hiro. He'd never seen Hiro this close, and from this point of view he concluded that Hiro was good looking.

"I-I'm – just removing your –

"Don't go. Don't leave me." Hiro whispered on his ear, which caused Fujisaki to shiver. Somehow, he felt the lower part of his body react to Hiro's soft voice.

Hiro opened his eyes and found Fujisaki's green ones. They stared at each other for a few seconds, and before they knew it, they were kissing and making love through the night.

"I can't believe I've been your first." Hiro said to Fujisaki while they were taking a bath the following day.

"I can't believe I became gay because of you."

"Yeah, but really, I came to like you." Hiro said sweetly and kissed Fujisaki's cheek.

"Me too," he replied and they kissed again.

"So, was he better than me?"

Hiro and Fujisaki started. They both turned to look at the door and saw a purple eye looking at them.

"Shuichi! What the -"

"Hiro! Suggy!" Shuichi invited himself inside the bathroom and sat on the floor tiles to continue staring at the two in the bath tub.

"Could you please get out? We're having quality time together if you haven't notice." Fujisaki said. "And don't call me Suggy."

"Since you said 'please'." Shuichi stood up. "But Hiro, tell me, was he better than me? I'm better, right?"

Fujisaki blushed.

"Well yeah." Hiro said while applying shampoo to his hair. "But you know, he can still have some practice."

"Hiro! You jerk!" Fujisaki threw the soap at him. Shuichi laughed.

"Don't worry about it, Suggy. I can teach you some techniques if you like." With that, Shuichi left the room.

And after a month, Fujisaki decided that he wanted to work like Shuichi and Hiro. He was the youngest in Blue Boy but he did a great job to reach number 4. And because of circumstances, including Shuichi's absence, he became number 1.

End of flashback

Shuichi was humming softly while preparing some snack. Eiri was out and he volunteered to fetch Shinori at school. He kept on rubbing his stomach and smiled every time he wondered if it's a boy or a girl.

"I hope it's a girl this time."

He heard the doorbell rang. He sighed and went to the door, thinking it was Eiri and Shinori.

"Welcome home." He said as he opened the door.

"How have you been, whore?"

Shuichi stepped back. He could still remember Yukino Uesugi's face. And right now, it was looking at him like he was trash.

"Get him." she said and two guys covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief wet with drugs.

Eiri Uesugi came home later that evening with Shinori. He had decided to take the kid to the amusement park before they go home. And when they reached the apartment, he was surprised to see that he didn't need to get his key to open the door. It was wide open.

"Shuichi. How many times do I have to tell you to close the door?"

"Daddy? Where are you? We're home. Mr. Uesugi bought us sweets."

Eiri saw sandwiches that were half-prepared. The television was still on and there was a note beside the fax. He picked it up and read it.

Eiri

You really are a bastard to replace me with a whore. So now, I've come to visit him and take him away from you. If you want to see him alive, that's fine with me. But in return, you should go back to the mansion and live and work with us again.

Love yours

Yukino

Eiri crumpled the paper and threw it harshly on the wall.

"Where's daddy? I can't see him." Shinori reappeared beside him, after searching the whole apartment.

"Listen, Shinori. Your Dad's hiding and I need to find him. You need to stay inside –

The phone rang and Eiri looked at it. He was afraid to pick it up. What if it was Yukino? Or Tohma? What if they tell him Shuichi was dead? But what if it was Shuichi, playing a prank on him?

"No, he wouldn't do that." In the end, he decided to answer it, even if it was Yukino or Tohma on the other line. He might as well know what they want.

"Eiri Uesugi speaking."

"May I please speak with Shuichi? It's really important."

"Who are you? And what do you want from him?"

"I am Hiroshi Nakano, his best friend. I need to talk to him regarding Fujisaki Suguru. He left a message on my phone about Fujisaki Suguru. He said that your brother is hiding him?"

"I don't have time for you."

"Wait! Please! I need to talk to Shu –

"To tell you frankly, he's not here. He's missing."

"Missing? What do you mean he's missing?" Hiro sounded nervous on the other line.

Eiri hesitated to tell him the truth. But in the end, he knew that Hiro deserved it.

"Listen. You know about Tohma, right? He's Fujisaki's cousin and sometime when Shinori and I were out, he and his sister kidnapped Shuichi."

"They kidnapped him?!" Hiro sounded panicked. "B-but, what do they want from him? Where can we find him?"

"I'm still figuring it out. If you want to help, you can meet me at the Tokyo Park around," Eiri checked his watch which was pointing at 5:00. "6pm. I still need to make a few preparations."

"Yeah, Tokyo Park at 6pm." With that Hiro hang up.

"Shit." Eiri cursed and lighted a smoke. Shinori looked at him intently.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Shinori looked down and began drawing circles with this foot. "Daddy said that you shouldn't smoke because it's bad for the health."

"Hmph." Eiri looked away and sat on the sofa. He dialed Tatsuha's number. When the youngest Uesugi answered, he sounded like he was very tired.

"Yeah, aniki?"

"Tat? We need to move. Meet me at Tokyo Park later around 6:30pm. Bring your brat with you, I'll move you to a different country."

"What's with all the fuss?"

"Shuichi was kidnapped and I think they're looking for that brat too. Better hide again."

"He got kidnapped? Why? Are they that desperate to have you back? Anyway, yeah, we'll be there at that time. What about you? Have you got a clue on where they are hiding him?"

"No clue at all. But if I want to see him, all I need to do is call them, right?"

"Yeah, but again, how about you? If they do give Shuichi back, which I doubt, they would –

"They have to give him back. And I'll go back to them to stop this insanity."

"You don't have to do it!"

"Gotta hang up Tat. See you later."

"Aniki!"

The line went dead.

"Idiot!" Tatsuha cursed and threw his phone.

Later at 6:00

Eiri stood behind the clock tower of Tokyo Park. He wore shades and a white trench coat. In one of its many pockets, there were two guns.

Beside him, he held Shinori Shindou's hand, as if they simply were visiting the park at this time of day.

"Uncle Hiro?" Shinori said and waved at Hiro Nakano's form who was walking towards them.

"So? Why did you bring Shinori here? It's too dangerous." Hiro wondered whether Eiri already knew that Shinori was his son.

"You have to hide him." Eiri said clearly and handed Shinori's bag of clothes and things to Hiro.

"Fine. I'll hide him. But I still want to look for Shuichi."

"You don't understand, do you?" Eiri said in a whisper so that Shinori won't hear. "It is really dangerous now. You have to hide the kid. I'll have to face those who kidnapped him, alone. Those guys are dangerous. They will kill you if they find out that you are involved."

"Fine. Get Shuichi back and maybe I can forgive you with all the hardships that you caused him."

"Hardships? What did I do?"

"If you only knew, Uesugi. You should be ashamed of yourself." Hiro clutched Shinori's hand and walked away.

"Wait, Uncle Hiro. Where are we going? I want to stay with Mr. Uesugi!" he ran away and hugged Eiri.

Eiri felt his face blush. He felt that feeling again, the feelin of not wanting to be separated to Shinori as if he were his son. But he pushed all those thoughts at the back of his mind. He held Shinori's hand and gave him back to Hiro.

"Listen Shinori. I have to go somewhere. Your uncle Hiro will take care of you for a while. Your dad is – your dad is working so he'll not be home for tonight."

Shinori started to cry. Eiri nodded at Hiro and the latter placed the kid in front of his motorcycle and drove away.

Eiri waited for a few minutes. He was starting to get nervous. He could feel that someone was looking at him. He looked around but there was no one there.

"Aniki." A voice came from behind. Tatsuha was followed closely by Fujisaki.

"No time to waste Tat. Here are your tickets. I was really planning to move you to Europe. Take the brat with you and never come back."

"Never come back?" Fujisaki stared at the tickets. "No. I don't want to leave."

"Like you have a right to argue." Eiri glared at him. "Tat, when I call –

Eiri's sentence was distracted by a loud gunshot. His face turned very pale.

"Aniki – that's –

"Run! Go to the airport now! Take my car!"

"No! What about you aniki? Come with us!"

"Idiot! I still need to get Shuichi back. Go! Go away!"

Another loud gun shot.

"Tatsuha-kun, what's going on?" Fujisaki covered his ears and stayed close to Tatsuha.

Both of them ran towards the exit of the park. Eiri was loading his gun and was hiding behind an empty food stand. "I'll explain later, we have to –

"Go?" a cold voice asked from behind.

They both turned around. "Tohma Seguchi?"

Hiro went back to his apartment and let Shinori sleep on his bed. Somehow, he was feeling nervous and uneasy. The doorbell rang and when he went to his door to check, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Yuuji! Good timing! Could you stay here for a while? I need to go somewhere but there's no one to take care of Shinori."

"Who?" Yuuji, Hiro's elder brother asked. "And I was just here to drop some groceries because I have extra income. Wouldn't you make a cup of tea for your good looking brother who came all the way from the province –

"Sorry bro, I really need to go, take care of the apartment and Shinori. He's Shuichi's son."

And without another word, Hiro drove back to Tokyo Park.

Eiri was busy aiming his gun to some black-suited men who were obviously Tohma's men. "How can I be so stupid? They were following me all this way?" he looked around. His car was still there. "Damnit Tatsuha. I told you to go away!" He could see Tatsuha and Fujisaki cornered by Tohma and some other men. "Tohma?" without thinking, he aimed the gun at one of Tohma's men and shot.

Tohma seemed to be taken a back. When he turned around, Eiri was already hiding somewhere and Fujisaki and Tatsuha ran away from him.

"Shit." Tohma whipped out his own gun and proceeded to play.

On the other hand, Tatsuha led Fujisaki far from the gun shots. They managed to escape from Tokyo Park and now they were running to where their feet would take them. Some of the men were still following them.

"Listen, Suguru. I will trick them to another place, when you got a chance, escape."

"No, let's escape together."

"I can't. I need to help my brother." This time, Tatsuha got his own gun from his belt.

"I can't leave you here! They're after me, aren't they? And your brother said Shuichi's in trouble too. Just surrender me to them and maybe they'll give Shuichi back."

"It's not as easy as you think." They stopped behind a tree while Tatsuha was putting bullets in his gun. "You have to escape. I promise I'll follow you. But you really have to go." He shot at one man who was following them. "Now!" he shouted and pushed Fujisaki away from him.

"Tatsuha!" Fujisaki cried.

Even with the loud gunshots, Fujisaki clearly heard Tatsuha's words.

"I love you."

And with that, Tatsuha proceeded to fight with his brother.

"You don't care about what happens to your whore?" Tohma shouted.

From behind a tree, Eiri was shaking furiously. "Don't you dare lay a finger on Shuichi," he whispered.

"You really don't care? He's here with us, you know? If you and Tatsuha and Fujisaki surrender yourselves, we might return Shuichi to his family."

"As if you would." Eiri talked to himself and loaded more bullets to his gun.

"Eiri, think about it." Tohma's voice was getting louder. He could hear his footsteps approaching him. "The whore gets his life back if you come with us." Eiri heard a car's door being opened and a loud thud on the floor.

He managed to take a peek and really, there was Shuichi, lying on the ground. He felt his anger against the Seguchi siblings rise more.

"See?" Tohma shouted again. He was looking around in hope of finding Eiri or Tatsuha. "Shuichi Shindou is here." He laughed and kicked Shuichi's side.

Shuichi howled in pain. Eiri bit his lip and aimed at Tohma's head. "See Eiri? He's still alive. But if you –

There was a gunshot.

"Bastards!" Tohma shouted at his men. "Get them alive!"

Eiri took this chance to shoot Tohma. Too bad, he missed.

Tohma was no longer laughing. He walked close to Shuichi. "Aiming for me are you, Eiri? You're forgetting that we are from the Seguchi Assassination Clan?" he grabbed Shuichi's hair. "Whore, could you tell Eiri to get out from where he is hiding?"

"Never." Shuichi managed to choke.

Tohma gritted his teeth and punched Shuichi's stomach too hard, making him pass out.

When Eiri saw this happen, he didn't think of what might happen to him anymore. He revealed himself and pointed his gun at Tohma. And when he fired, the bullet went through Tohma's leg.

The older man crawled in pain. His men gathered around him and helped him up then afterwards escaped by car. Eiri collapsed on the ground, panting. He saw Tatsuha's limping body not far away. He stood up and ran towards Shuichi.

The pink-haired brat was not moving. It looked like he'd already received punches and kicks on his body before they brought him here. "Shuichi. Shuichi, wake up." Eiri's voice was quivering. It was dark and he couldn't see Shuichi clearly.

"Eiri." Shuichi said weakly and coughed out blood.

"D-Don't talk, it's ok, we'll go back now."

"E – Eiri."

Tatsuha sat beside his brother and looked at Shuichi. "We need to take him to the hospital."

"Yeah." Eiri said.

Shuichi clutched Eiri's hand. "Save – save it."

The brothers looked at each other.

"Save what Shuichi?"

"Save…….my baby."

Eiri's eyebrows knotted in confusion. "Shuichi, if you're talking about Shinori, he's ok, he's at your friend's house."

"Save my baby." Shuichi cried this time. "Save it."

"He's not making sense aniki, we really should bring him to the hospital."

Eiri looked at Shuichi to figure out what he was saying. Slowly, Shuichi's hand was losing its grip. He looked at Shuichi's whole body and froze. Shuichi's legs were covered with blood.

Fujisaki ran and tripped, got up and ran again. It was like before, when he was younger. He was running from his cousin's men once again. He was panting, he couldn't take it anymore, so he stopped. There was nobody following him now.

He was crying in the darkness. Tatsuha gave all his love to him, and risked his life to protect him but all he could say was thank you.

He didn't know where to go now. His tears were blinding him. His feet were aching again but his heart was aching too.

He was out in the streets now. People were looking at him as if he was some crazy kid. He tried his best to ignore the stares and whispers of people. He crossed the street and missed a motorcycle who was hurrying into the direction where he came from. He looked at the guy wearing a helmet and muttered an apology.

The said guy dismounted his motorcycle and removed his helmet.

"Suguru?"

Fujisaki walked towards the man and fainted.

"Shuichi, are you – no, it can't be."

"Aniki! There's no time for talk!"

"Shuichi, are you pregnant?"

Shuichi gave him a sad smile and blacked out.

THANKS TO THOSE WHO REVIEWED! FLAMES ARE WELCOME BUT NOT APPRECIATED. Should you wait for 7 more months for the next update? or will you wait until my birthday?when is my birthday anyway?

Really, thanks a lot for the review guys. They mean a lot to me, specially now that I'm stressed because of work.

Next chapter: Hiro and Fujisaki are back in each other's arms, will this be the end of Tatsuha's love? The Seguchi siblings still wants revenge. Eiri now knows that men can be pregnant. Will he be able to accept things or will he be angry at Shuichi? How will he introduce himself to Shinori? When will he know that Yukari is not his own daughter? Will someone die?

Sneak Peek:

Shuichi hit the wall and fell on the floor, and the pain that he was feeling doubled. He looked at Eiri with frightened eyes. The blonde gripped his arm and threw him back inside his room and onto his bed. He felt scared. Scared of what Eiri will do to him. Never did he saw Eiri this angry, and never did he want to see it again. He heard him lock the door.

"I – I want to go home. I want to see Shinori."

"Home?" Eiri said sarcastically. "As far as I can remember, I only let you live there. It is my home, not yours."

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Shuichi suddenly collapsed on the floor. There were no nurses or doctors there. No other people because visiting hours were over for the day. Only Eiri was there to catch him.

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