yay back with another chappie! :D in this one you get to know more about a lot of things XD and I wanna tell you that most of the dialogue is from the actual anime! I've just re-written it some what and put out Yukimis thoughts behind his words ^^ And no I didn't copy it all and I wasn't lazy it actually took me hours to figure it all out! so enjoy!

"So what is your name, kid?" Yukimi asked, his mind blurred with questions as he and the raven-haired boy were finally seated in the little car, already driving towards the gas station. The boy did not answer and it didn't really surprise him since the young one hadn't said a word from the very start. Hattori hadn't said anything ether, just introduced the boy to Yukimi then left them there in the corridor. Yukimi had now started to wonder what was wrong with this one. Who in hell would throw his life away, willingly, at that young age?! Sure he himself was a ninja who would risk his life in battle but this boy… he wasn't even old enough to have sex yet, right?!

That thought aggravated the young writer even more, what did that have to do with anything? The only thing that mattered was the fact that this boy had not said a word, was really not old enough to sacrifice his life like this and… Yukimi sighed. He was going to share his apartment from now on. He looked at the boy as he parked the car nicely at the station, looking at the little body, his lagoon blue eyes and the obsidian locks draping his face in dark shadows. He was a good looking boy, Yukimi thought, wanting to say something nice to get the little one to smile. What had this boy been through to make him want to sacrifice himself..? Yukimi did not want to care; he knew Kira users were doomed to a short and painful life, but this boy… he looked so innocent and so pure, sitting there with his eyes fixed on his hands, biting his lip, even? It sure looked like it and Yukimi smiled, pulling out his wallet.

"Do you want something from the store?" He asked, not looking at the boy but seeing in the corner of his eye that the boy looked up a little, reacting to the word "store" he assumed. "I mean..." he continued. "I'm going inside to pay anyways, would you like some candy?" The boy looked at him though Yukimi pretended not to notice, opening the door, thinking that he might as well buy something so that the boy could eat if he wanted later. Before leaving the car however he could see how the little one nodded vaguely and a slight smirk spread over his face. He wasn't deaf after all.

He walked over the rocky ground, throwing a coin at the boy who was dealing with the gas, then looked back at the car, seeing how the little, dark-haired boy had pulled his knees up against his chest and Yukimi felt a pull somewhere under his bellybutton. He turned back toward the shop and shook his head. The ride here had only made him concerned about this boy… and what was it that Hattori had meant when he said "his powers are not fully developed yet"? That kid wasn't even fully developed yet! Did his powers have to grow too? That was insane… Yukimi felt he somehow wanted to help, no matter how much he had hated the thought of the Kira before. If Hattori had just told him sooner that he would be hosting a little kid…

"Thank you mister, come again!" the girl behind the counter called and flashed him a smile, but even though he would have been quite into a girl like her, with her beautiful body and flawless skin he did not even give her a thought, no matter how much she smiled. Instead he just mumbled something like a "thank you" back to her, making her grumpy but he couldn't care less. He just wanted to get back to that unfortunate child in his care. 'My car! Not my care!' he corrected himself. Man, he was already getting dragged in too deep.

To his slight relief the boy was sleeping soundly when he came back, resting his beautiful head against the cool window to his right. Yukimi smiled and sat down softly not to wake the sleeping angel, forgetting for a second that this child was as far from an angel as it could get. He had been sleepy, he calculated as he started driving back home, trying to drive as smoothly as possible to not disturb the little one in his sleep. Maybe he would be more forward after a little rest; be like all other kids his age, loud and stupid. Yukimi had found the boy's silence disturbing in a way he had never felt before. It was like the raven haired boy wanted to tell him something but the words didn't come out and it made Yukimi just want do grab him and hold him tight until he had the power to speak again. This thought just made him confused however, why the hell would he want to do that?

***

The stairs were heavy to walk,carrying the sleeping boy in his arms, but since the little one wasn't at all heavy Yukimi didn't complain. It was better that he slept than be awake and all quiet. It gave Yukimi the chills just by thinking of it; that silence.

As he reached the door it suddenly swung opened and the blond man took some steps back in confusion, hoping in that moment that he could silence the person rushing out before the boy woke, pressing the sleeping one to his chest. He saw blonde hair and a tiny body came out as if shot from a canon. "Brother!" She called and he stared as his sister was about to flung herself at him, stepping aside so she would miss and when she suddenly saw the kid she stopped abruptly. "Who is that? Don't tell me... he's yours?"

"Of course he isn't mine!" he burst out even though he knew that it wasn't that obvious to her since she had no idea about what Hattori had called him about the other day. She knew that he had been with women of course, so... well maybe the thought wasn't so badly guessed considering the circumstances.

"Then who..?" She said, raising an eyebrow from under her glasses, crossing her arms over her slim waist and chest. "Some stray cat you picked up on the street, maybe?" Yukimi snort and walked past her without another word, into the apartment and straight to the sofa, softly putting the little boy down, feeling his soft locks brush his cheek and the small arms still gripping onto him even though Yukimi had let him go. He sighed and loosened the little one's arms from around his neck, letting them fall back on the sofa before walking into the kitchen without another glance at him.

"Did you buy lemons?" he asked as if she had never even asked him anything and as if there was absolutely nothing strange about him coming home with a child in his arms, and dumping him on the couch with no explanation. Kazuho sighed and watched his back, then let her eyes wonder to the child, seeing him he curled into a human ball before her eyes. Yukimi made lemonade in silence, thinking of what to say. He had not heard any name and had no idea how to explain this to his little sister. After some minutes of thinking he walked back to her scratching his neck.

"Then who?" the blond woman repeated and he sighed as well, grinning with uneasiness.

"The Kira user.."

As expected she gasped and put her delicate hands over her mouth, looking from her brother to the little one sleeping on the sofa. She knew perfectly well what that was , and she knew they had someone like him on their side but... a child? She looked at her brother again with doubt in her eyes and Yukimi couldn't judge her. Of course she didn't believe him, he hardly believed it himself.

His sister didn't take the news that well, she was so shocked she had to go for a walk to the supermarket and Yukimi didn't stop her. He knew she'd be back for dinner and now that the kid was sleeping he might as well get beck to the work he had left unfinished night before. He sat down in his chair, his back turned to the boy and started typing. There was a lot he needed to write and it would probably take at least the whole night if he was going to meet his deadlines. After a little while he heard soft movements behind him and he knew the kid had woken up, however he was too involved in his work to really bother saying anything. He saw in the reflection of the big windows how the boy had crawled down on the floor and now pulled his knees back up against his chest, watching the floor, ever so silent. 'This kid is really a Kira..?' he thought, even though he tried to stay focused on the novel. 'Why on earth?'

He turned his face just a little towards the boy, realizing that even though the temperature inside was pretty hot, the little one had not even taken his cap off. Yukimi sighed once again and shook his head. "Why do I have to take care of this brat?" he said out loud, not really knowing if that was the plan but since the kid did not seem to listen he continued anyway. What use was it thinking when you could speak and somehow, maybe, reach the person you were trying to get in contact with. "As a Kira user you'll be very useful in battle... You'd better contribute more" When the boy didn't answer to this either, just kept his head lowered into his knees, Yukimi turned the whole way, starting to wonder if this was how it felt to have a teenager? "By the way, what's your name?"

There was a slam in the door as his sister came back home and still the boy did not move or make a sound. Yukimi started to once again question whether the raven haired child wasn't deaf after all. Kazuho seemed better now, considering that she had been out in the rain for almost an hour. Yukimi cursed silently as he realized he wouldn't be able to work much more but what could he do..? As dinner was ready he quietly left a plate in front of the still boy, grumbling something about it being "necessary" to eat... the little one didn't even look up.

***

The days passed and each time Yukimi came home from work he found the nameless boy still sitting on the sofa where he had left him hours earlier. He always sighed, calling "I'm back" into the apartment even though he knew he would never get an answer. It was almost like coming home to it empty, though you could feel the boys presence, which was creepy, though Yukimi would never admit it. This day, however, it was a different feeling that met him as he walked through the door and even before he had had the time to announce he was home there was something in the air that told him something was not right. He slowly removed his shoes, listening intently for any strange sound, then just as slowly he moved the doors and walked into the living room, he found the boy sitting on his knees, panting heavily in agony on the floor. "The consequences of learning Kira are that the body's circulatory system becomes a mess. The bones stretch; the ligaments and tendons rupture; cells become really active... " That was what he had heard from Hattori, and that was exactly what he saw happening there on his living room floor.

Yukimi closed his eyes, feeling his heart ache to help the boy, but he knew this was the time when he shouldn't do anything at all. In this state the Kira was really fragile and could snap even towards someone he knew, not that they really knew each other, but... Yukimi kept his distance, turning the TV on so that he wouldn't have to hear the moans of pain coming from deep within that poor child. Oh God why did he get involved with this? He was only a boy!

"It...hurts.." The boy panted, sending shivers down Yukimi's spine at the mere thought of it. The pain was so obvious in the little one's voice it was almost torture to hear but Yukimi swallowed, knowing that there was nothing he could do to ease his pain, and calming himself with the thought that Kira users are short lived and the boy would soon be out of his misery, not that it was a pleasant thought either...

But suddenly he heard the sound of a body hitting wood and he gave up, quickly turning to face his roommate only to find him in a limp pile on the floor. Cursing at himself for letting himself get involved he rushed over to him, wrapping his arms around the cold body, carrying him over to the sofa again. He heard in the back of his mind that his sister had come home but he didn't care, he just wrapped a blanket around the boy to keep him warm, then stared at him with his now moss green eyes. In just the matter of minutes this boy had grown into the size of a young man...

Kazuho and Yukimi sat on the floor before the couch, just watching the boy for hours. The shock was visible in her eyes and even though Yukimi hated the thought of being a softie he gently pulled his harm around her waist and hugged her tightly, feeling her shoulders shaking slightly against his chest. She was a doctor and he was quite sure that she had never in her career seen anything like this.

"Kazuho.." he whispered and smiled a little down at her. "It will be over soon... we'll take care of him." But alas, the pain was not over and for the next three days and three nights the boy screamed in cramps and pain so horrible even Yukimi couldn't find any rest. Kazuho however tried her best to be nice to the newcomer, and since the kid had grown so much in such a small amount of time she made him as much food as he could eat just to get him back up on his feet.

More days passed and even though the pain seemed to have ceased the young man now sitting in front of Yukimi had not yet said a word to any of them. Sure he had been crying out in pain but that was not really the same thing as talking, at least not according to Yukimi's standards. Long, obsidian locks slowly fell to the cluttered floor as he let the scissors cut through the young one's hair, softly stroking it with his fingertips as he went, maybe to calm him down, though the boy was already as calm as he could ever get. Yukimi sighed and nodded in approval at his own creation. It suited the raven haired one well and since he wasn't complaining, Yukimi didn't either. However he had been wondering for some time now about what to call this boy... What if he needed to call for help some time and didn't even know the name of his "friend". So softly, he began speaking again, which he realized he hadn't done in quite some time now.

"I don't know if it's because you have no name or don't wish to say it, but it's inconvenient for someone not to have a name." To his mild astonishment the young man slowly reached for his hair, taking it between his fingers, admiring the feel of the newly cut hair falling easily between them. Yukimi was struck dumb for a moment by this sight, not even able to close his mouth, just standing there like a fish out of water before snapping back to his "true" self again. Quickly he turned away from the young man, not wanting to get caught again as he felt a familiar urge grow inside him.

He walked over to the window, knowing he would be able to see the boys reflection in the glass if he wanted to, which he did, right? "What's a good name...?" he mumbled, looking out over the dark streets below, trying to focus on something else than the beauty behind him. Firing off some names he scratched his chin, secretly gazing at the dark one that had now sat himself down on the sofa again, his legs against his chest like always, looking so sad Yukimi was almost sure he could see a dark cloud hovering above his head. "Tetsuo... Kasabudo... Kirasuke..." He shook his head. He was lousy at these sort of things, that was why he hadn't planned to get a "baby" in the first place. Slowly he walked over to the other window, watching the lights from the building at the other side of the street. "The wind of the dusk... Yoite..."

With a soft movement, so small Yukimi did not notice it, the boy moved his chin up at the sound of that name, not quite meeting his eyes but... Yukimi, however kept on talking like nothing of course, being unable to keep quiet for more than a couple seconds if he wasn't working. "Ah, but that name is weird... However you say it, using a cat's name-"

"Yoi...te..."

Yukimi looked up, feeling his eyes widen as he saw that name form on the lips of that sweet faced man. The boy's eyes were not lifeless like they had been a moment ago, his soft hand was softly caressing his cheekbone and Yukimi saw with astonishment how he finally looked up to met his eyes. His smooth voice almost whispering: "Yoite"

***

"Yoite, I'm home" he called and slammed the door, maybe a bit too hard but he didn't really care, his day had been awful, too much work to do, too many hours of "labor" , and his sister nagging all day long about him not forgetting he had to bring Yoite more painkillers. Like he could ever forget! Not a day went by without Yukimi thinking about the pain that man was in! Not a day went by when he didn't wish he could just erase all that agony and help him out of his misery, but he knew he couldn't. Even Yoite himself had made that very clear for him. There was no answer coming from the living room and Yukimi sighed, thinking that stray cat had wondered of somewhere again, after all, he wasn't supposed to be a prisoner but it was always Yukimi who got to take the crap if something happened. "Yoite?" Still no answer. Damn it.

A period of roughly two months had passed since the day Yoite had come to live with him and by now the boy had become something of his daily life. He knew the kid would be there when he woke up, when he went to work and when he came home. He had grown accustomed to having Kazuho over nearly every day to cook something for their hungry cat, which also meant Yukimi didn't have to make any food, giving him more time to write.. But lately Yoite had started walking out on them, off to God only knows where, and it had started to worry them both. Kazuho showed it like she always did when she was worried about something. Yukimi, instead, pretended everything was okay, brushing the worry off as if it was nothing, just cursing quietly when Yoite finally came home all exhausted.

But inside he was probably more worried than his sister would ever be. She had become Yoite's private doctor, something Hattori had arranged as Yoite had finally become a realized member of the Kairoushuu, and she always saw his marks and his pain. But Yukimi saw him all the time, sitting there on the floor, hugging his knees and hiding his features from the world like it wanted to hurt him. Yukimi had the feeling Yoite felt his time slipping through his fingers... and he was actually scared now that the boy would leave or do something stupid.

Now seeing that the young man had left his lunch on the counter again, Yukimi felt his soul sink inside his chest. If the boy stopped eating- eating being the only thing he actually seemed to enjoy doing, then what would become of him? He could hardly fight any longer, he didn't talk as much as he actually had done in the beginning, but then only when being alone with Yukimi of course, he didn't eat and he spent most of his time somewhere else, doing something Yukimi had no knowledge of. It not only scared him, it actually made him a bit angry with himself. He shouldn't have let that cat run off, not again.

Shaking all the worry, the anger and the tiredness away he sat himself down in front of his ever so used computer and started writing almost immediately, still loving the feel of those small white squares underneath his fingertips. He fell into that sort of trance he was always when he started a new project, and he was almost so oblivious to everything else he hardly heard the door close and the familiar, tapping steps against the wooden floor. However as Yoite passed him he rested his fingers, speaking calmly as if nothing had happened, just as he always did. "Welcome back."

He didn't wait for an answer, knowing that even though the boy had stopped moving behind him he wouldn't say anything. "Well, I'm not going to ask you where you went. It's okay as long as you didn't kill the little devil." Yoite didn't answer this either, instead he turned his gaze away (Yukimi could tell from the reflection on the computer screen) and walked to sit in front of the bright window with his knees up as always. Yukimi stopped typing once again, feeling panic rush through his mind. "Hey, you didn't kill him did you? Please spare me that..."

"I didn't" was the only reply he got from those sweet lips and Yukimi pushed a displeased grumble down to the bottom of his stomach. Yoite had been so cold lately he could almost feel the room growing darker, even though he knew that was impossible since it was in the middle of sumer with no clouds on the sky.

"That's fine, then" He said, unable to keep the irritation away from his voice, and just to kind of scare the brat he added. "To tell you the truth, the boss told me to look for you... I wish I hadn't gotten carried away and stopped by five stores. Now I won't feel like eating ramen for a while.." feeling victorious, he smirked, knowing that by now the boy had started to feel guilt even though it was hard to tell. But Yukimi had seen just now how the young one had started hugging his knees tighter. Success!

"Yukimi"

He started typing again, pretending for a few seconds that he hadn't heard, then felt that pulling feeling in his gut again and regretted somewhat that he had even said it. "What?" he asked back, not harsh, more like a man occupied with his work, even though he was listening intently, recognizing the sadness in Yoite's voice.

"Am I... alive?"

"Of course" Yukimi answered and looked up, letting his fingers rest in midair as he looked over at the raven haired young man he had cherished all this time, realizing this was something out of the ordinary when it came to Yoite. Maybe he should listen more.

"But.. no one is aware that I'm alive." Yoite said, burying his head in his knees, and tightening his grip around them. The pull on Yukimi's heart grew; he just wanted to walk over there and embrace him, tell him everything was going to be alright, even though it'd be a lie. But instead he stood up, plucking the two cups off the coffee table and filling them with hot water before talking.

"Am I not aware of it?" The boy grew silent again and he sighed, making the hot lemonade just like he always did, but pouring one cup for Yoite as well, stirring down the lemon with a spoon. "You're alive alright, since you are right there, breathing" he had hesitated on that last part, wanting to say so much more but he couldn't allow himself to do so, instead he kept stirring slowly.

"Does being alive mean that you get involved with others, or do something for them..? If not...Why does every one keep getting involved with others?"

The question came as a slight surprise to Yukimi. One, because it was so long and full of words, and two, Yoite wasn't the best at conversing with strangers or even others inside the Kairoushuu. He smiled a little at this, thinking that maybe the kid wasn't as thick headed as he seemed. "In the end, people can't survive without doing so. That's how it is"

"I can't do anything other than wound others... so I'm definitely not alive." Yoite sighed as he took off his Gatsby cap. Yukimi shook his head behind the boy's back, walking over to him with the lemonade in his hands. Yoite had never hurt him and Yukimi knew that he wouldn't dream of this boy ever doing so. He knew what Kira was and that some times everything about it can go wrong but... Yoite would never hurt him deliberately. He believed in him.

"Here, lemonade." he smiled sadly and handed the hot cup to his fellow roommate, knowing that even if that was what he wanted to say from the bottom of his heart, he knew he couldn't. He had orders to follow and he knew that if Yoite got too attached he would end up wanting to leave the Kairoushuu, and then they would ether kill the boy, or hurt him something terribly... so instead the words he hated slipped out, just as easily as running water. "You just need to do what you're told."

But seeing the life almost disappear form those perfectly blue eyes he sighed and smiled again. "Whether you're alive or dead, my door is open for you. You can always come back here and just use this place for shelter when it rains." Feeling moved by his own words he quickly turned away as hot blood rushed to his face, colouring his cheeks pink. "Well, back to work."

The boy turned his head a little as Yukimi walked back to his chair, both of them taking a sip from the hot liquid. "You disgust me" Yoite suddenly said with clear voice and Yukimi looked back at him in surprise.

"What?" he said, unable to really understand the situation. What had he said that was so wrong now all of a sudden? Shaking his head, still looking at the raven boy he sighed. "Brats are so annoying..." He grew silent, stuck with his eyes on that handsome, boyish face. Yoite had partly turned his head away, now looking down into his cup with lemonade and Yukimi couldn't take his eyes of those prefect lips... even though it was partly hidden by one of those black bangs, and even though it was so small Yukimi almost couldn't see it from this distance, there was a smile lingering on Yoite's lips...filling the blond man with such warmth he had to put the cup aside for a moment, just looking at that beautiful sight.

Well? was this chappie any good? or was the first one better? :P please review and tell me what you think :D more shounen ai/yaoi coming up in the next one ;) thanks for reading!