Mizu: This plot bunny was a bugger to write. I hope you guys like. It's a lot longer than most of my chapters are so sorry for that. Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or Junjou Romantica. Still haven't figured what I'd do if I did.
Edit as of 6/5/2012: I'm actually really thankful to the new enforcing of their rules because I can actually force myself to remove the rape scene in this chapter. It's not that I approve of my use of the scene and that I didn't want to remove it. It's just that I found it to be very nicely written and helped my story so much that I couldn't bring myself to remove it. This and what had been in the previous chapter though will NOT be showing up on my other account on AFF. So no worries, k~?
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Chapter seven- Escaping with bloodshed…
"What do you mean Misaki's missing?" Takahiro snapped as Yuki, Tohma, Hiro and K stood in the doorway dumbfounded.
"W-who the hell are you?" Yuki stuttered.
"This is Misaki's older brother, Takahiro," Akihiko sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "I called him to see if Misaki happened to stop by his place."
"Answer me!" Takahiro snapped once again.
"Find anything?" Akihiko asked, starting to feel extremely nervous.
The four just shook their heads as they walked into the writer's home. All of them made their way to Akihiko's couch and plopped down on the over stuff piece of furniture.
"All we know-," Tohma started to say.
"-is that something bad has happened," Hiro finished, all four men hiding their faces.
Suddenly alarmed, Usagi-san rushed to where Yuki sat, grabbing the fellow writer by the collar. He snarled at the seemingly emotionless face of the other male, lifting him up quickly.
"What the hell happened?" Usagi-san demanded, shouting directly into Yuki's face.
"…I found my lighter on the ground," Yuki sighed, letting a minute amount of depression onto his face.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Takahiro shouted, stomping his feet, "Tell me what's going on!"
"The brat stole it from me before he stormed out," Yuki stated, staring straight into the violet eyes of his lover's cousin, "The kid would never let it out of his sight unless his life was in an imperative amount of danger."
"Wh-what?" Usagi-san gasped, releasing the blonde man as he stumbled backwards.
"What is it, Usagi?" Takahiro cried, racing to his friend, "What did he mean by the brat?"
"H-He's talking about m-my cousin, Shuichi. The same one that Misaki was with today," Usagi-san managed to say, fear trying to close up his throat.
"Wh-What!" Takahiro nearly screamed, "W-we've got to find them, Usagi!"
"Usami-san," Tohma finally spoke up, "We already have our finest men out searching this entire city. We're ready to aide you in any and every way possible."
"Th-Thank you," Usagi-san stuttered, slowly making his way to sit on the couch, shoving his face into Suziki's soft fur, "This can't be happening. There's no way this should be ever possible."
"W-What are you talking about?" Takahiro asked, worried about his friend's current condition.
"Shuichi wouldn't have let this happen," Akihiko murmured.
"You're right," Hiro sighed, sitting up straight, "Well, mostly right. Shuichi wouldn't have let this happen if he was still the old Shuichi."
"What are you saying?" Takahiro shouted, "That this Shuichi kid let all of this happen without lifting a finger!"
"No!" Usagi and Hiro snapped.
"Then what are you saying?" K ordered.
"Shuichi isn't like he use to be. He has a conscious to what he does now," Hiro said, voice slowly lowering itself, "If this had happen maybe even a year ago, he might have been able to do more but…"
"What are you people blabbering about?" Yuki shouted.
"Shuichi is a black belt in four different fighting styles," Usagi and Hiro admitted, "and he uses them well."
"…What?" everyone in the room gaped.
"Before Kiyomi committed suicide, she and I were his conscious. When we weren't around, he did what ever he wanted," Hiro explained, "I used to think that he enjoyed violence. But that was just part of his mask. Not caring about any consquences or anything but the moment was what he did to hide from the world."
"I'd hear almost daily from my father or his father about how ruthless he was when it came to fights. He never let anyone say anything bad to him and that's how he was supposed to be. That's how he was raised to be by his father," Usagi sighed, "In fact, I still remember when I happen to witness his dad praising for beating some poor kid half to death. Shuichi's eyes were so empty and distant then."
"But if he has the ability, then why didn't he do anything to stop whatever's going on?" Takahiro and Tohma screeched.
"Because he doesn't know how to anymore," Hiro stated, "Before, all he had to do was duck behind his mask and he could do anything without caring whether it would really hurt the other party or if could make things worse. But now he can't do that."
"Why on earth not?" everyone else in the room demanded.
"He gave up that mask a long time ago. Now, he has to constantly face what he does," Hiro said, locking eyes with Yuki, "You've seen how he gets whenever he does something stupid and you yell at him. He gets super depressed and quiet, right?"
Yuki just nodded.
"That's because he's never had to learn how to deal with consquences before. He's always known if you do something bad, that something bad will happen, but he's never really experienced that until he met you, Eiri," Usagi-san added, "And when it comes to fighting, Shuichi just can't seem to do it because his mind fills with millions of what if questions. He just doesn't understand all of this."
"So, even though he can fight and win physically, his heart and mind prevent him from doing so due to fear," Hiro said.
Everyone was silent has they took in all of this information. Finally, Yuki finally spoke up, surprising everyone with the sorrow that filled his voice.
"So…he's completely useless, huh?" Yuki said, not noticing the single tear that had slid down his cheek.
"Stop it!" Misaki shouted at the man on top of his lover's cousin, "Leave him alone!"
"Will you hush up already, brat? You're so annoying!" the man shouted back, "Why Taki won't let me touch you, I don't have the slightest clue."
Misaki fought with his bindings, trying yet again to free himself. He screamed as loud as his dry throat would allow when the man started to punch the pinkette in the head.
"But this brat is so annoying he's infuriating!" the man yelled, punching the rock star even harder when he received no reaction, "He doesn't react to anything! All he's done this entire is stare up at the fuckin' ceiling with the same damn blank expression! The least this bitch could do is scream out in pain or something!"
"Hush up!" Taki's voice sounded from the other side of the door, "What are you complaining about? You're getting a cheap ass fuck with no risks attached to it. You should be happy I'm letting you go at him for a quarter of the price!"
"Shut up!" The man scoffed, locking his eyes on Misaki, "You know what Taki? I say I don't care about what you think. I'm taking this green eyed bra-"
Suddenly, the man felt Shuichi's slim legs lock around his hips. When he looked back at the pinkette, he expected to see a pleasured face. What he saw caught the man completely off guard. The brat, who had been completely emotionless the entire time he had been with him, was staring at him, eyes suddenly bright with live. And filled murderous intent. The pinkette slowly raised himself up high enough to timidly place his lips upon the strangers. The man quickly forgot about Misaki and the intent to kill in Shuichi's eyes. From then on, he was entranced by Shuichi's expressions, not knowing how fake they were. Once he was done, Taki was waiting for him at the end of the bed to drag the man out of the room.
"Brat…" Taki scoffed as he locked the door from the outside, dragging the man to some unknown part of the building.
"Sh-Shuichi…" Misaki cried.
"You need to stop yelling at them, Misaki," Shuichi soothed, slowly crawling off the bed and towards the brunette, smiling gently, "It just makes them mad."
"Wh-Why are you doing this, Shuichi?" Misaki asked as the pinkette grimaced to sit next to him, "Why do you keep stopping them?"
"I told you," Shuichi sighed, untying the brunette and gently kissing his burnt wrists, "I don't want you to go through what I've gone through."
"But there's no reason for you to go through it either!" Misaki cried, rushing into Shuichi's arms.
"Yes there is," Shuichi whispered softly, "I have to keep you safe until Aki finds us."
"…it's been four days, Shuichi," Misaki whimpered.
"I know," Shuichi said, gently rocking the poor boy in his arms.
"Are they…Is Usagi-san really going to find us before-" Misaki started to asked, even more tears flooding from his eyes.
"He will. Just believe in him and he will," Shuichi said, pausing to go through a violent coughing attack, "How about I sing you a song, Misaki?"
"N-no," Misaki shook his head, furiously, "you're throat must be killing you. I don't want you to damage your voice again because of me."
"Haha, it's alright, Misaki," Shuichi said, gently pulling the college student onto his lap and wrapping a blanket around both of them, "I've gone through worse so I highly doubt a little singing with a sore throat will kill me."
"That's alright," Misaki sighed, trying to get a little closer to the pinkette, "I'm fine now."
"…Alright," Shuichi said, resting his head atop of the brunettes.
They stayed that way for a while, both hoping that Taki wasn't out searching for another man to come and rape Shuichi. Misaki squeezed Shuichi's arm in fear for his new friend. None of this made any sense. Why was this all happening to Shuichi? What had he ever done to people? He was such a understanding and kindhearted guy. What he ever done to deserve this?
"Misaki," Shuichi whispered as his head, a voice oddly similar to his Usagi-san's voice.
"Y-Yes?" Misaki questioned.
"Let's tell some stories," Shuichi beamed, "That'll keep our minds off of all this depressing stuff."
"Stories?" Misaki asked.
"Yeah, I'll go first!" Shuichi smiled happily, "Um…Oh! I've cross-dressed before!"
"…what?" Misaki blinked, not quite sure if he heard right.
"Yep!" Shuichi chuckled, "The first time was right after…"
'There's been more than one time!' Misaki thought to himself.
"After?" Misaki asked.
"…I-I don't remember! It was such a long time ago!" Shuichi stuttered, trying to hide the truth behind his story, "Your turn Misaki."
"Um…All Usami family members seem to be attracted to me," Misaki stated, "Strange, right?"
"All of us are?" Shuichi questioned, pondering the idea of finding the brunette anything other than totally adorable.
'Shit! I forgot Shuichi's still technically a Usami!' Misaki shouted at himself.
"I guess that's true if you count me thinking you to be adorable for everything you do and liking you like a little brother," Shuichi beamed.
"…Y-Your turn, Shuichi," Misaki stuttered, silently loving the fact that there was at least one Usami that wasn't attracted to him.
"Hm…My sister has actually told me not to come home because she meant K-san and his son," Shuichi stated, "though I don't really blame her. They can be really eccentric with their way of doing things."
"B-But you're sister-" Misaki started to whimper.
"She didn't mean it," Shuichi smiled softly, "She loves me for everything I am and wouldn't try to push me away. That's just how our relationship is. After all, we've really only known each other for four years."
"…I don't know what I do if Nii-san ever said something like that to me," Misaki whispered.
"You'd probably race to him and ask why. Then he'll just smile and tell you that he was just messing with you a bit. Then you'll get flustered and run back to Aki's waiting arms," Shuichi said, hugging the boy a little tighter.
"You sound like Usagi-san," Misaki pouted.
"haha, sorry. Your turn Misaki," Shuichi laughed.
"I've met both Usami-ani and Usami-chichi on the train," Misaki said, "And now I avoid that train like the plague."
Shuichi busted out in laughter at this, "Are you serious? Haruhiko got on a train? What's the world coming to?"
"It's true!" Misaki said, gently laughing, "both were just standing there at the ticket machine. Neither could figure it out by themselves."
"Those two idiots," Shuichi chuckled, "K. My turn…I've had the crap beaten out of me for the past three years at least maybe six times a day."
"And you're still alive!" Misaki gasped.
"I'm strong, so no worries," Shuichi smirked, "Misaki's turn!"
"Usagi-san used to be in love with my older brother until he got married. Now he's in love with me," Misaki said, blushing a bit.
"…wait, what?" Shuichi blinked, staring wide-eyed at the brunette.
"Usagi-san used to be in love with my older brother, Takahiro, until he lost him forever to his wife. That's when I first cried in front of him and for him. It wasn't fair and Usagi-san was trying not to let it be seen. He said that's when he realized that I was the one for him," Misaki explained.
Shuichi remained silent as he pulled Misaki closer to his body in a tight hug. Misaki felt Shuichi's body shake with tremors and turned to look at him. What he saw shocked him. Shuichi was crying. After everything that had happened to him in the past week, only now he was crying.
"F-Forgive me, Misaki," Shuichi stuttered, whispering into the boy's hair.
"F-for what?" Misaki gaped.
"F-For doubting why Aki chose you," Shuichi whimpered, letting his tears fall freely, "You see, no one's ever been able to see the true Aki due to his mask other than me. I've been so afraid for so long that he'd either finally snap one day and start forcing himself on people or lock himself away from the entire world. I couldn't help but worry about him.
That's why I said you were a weird one when we were talking in the kitchen. I was so afraid that Aki was starting to lose himself that he took to being your lover just to relieve his stress or something like that. For that I'm terribly sorry…"
Shuichi looked straight into Misaki's eyes, stealing the boy's breath from him. Those deep violet eyes that were crying held such happiness and warmth inside of them. Why, though, confused the heck out of Misaki. There seemed to be something missing. Something that he just felt was there but couldn't place his finger on it.
"Th-Thank you Misaki," Shuichi said, smiling as the tears kept falling from his eyes, "Thank you for being the person that Aki loves. Thank you so much, Misaki."
"Sh-Shuichi…" Misaki whimpered, longing for answers.
"I promise," Shuichi said, resting his head atop of the brunette's as he glared at the door, "That nothing's going to hurt you. I'm going to protect you even if it kills me."
When Misaki would have made to ask what he meant by that, he felt a sudden change in Shuichi. Like something he had been hiding for a long time finally being set free. Somehow sensing what it may be, Misaki gulped.
"Sh-Shuichi, can I ask you question?" Misaki stuttered, nervous of what was to come.
"Of course!" Shuichi beamed.
"Have you…ever killed someone?" Misaki asked, praying his feeling was wrong.
"No," Shuichi said bluntly.
'Thank goodness!' Misaki thought to himself.
"But I've tried to," Shuichi admit as the door opened yet again.
Misaki sat frozen in shock as Shuichi gently retied the ropes around his wrists, glaring at Taki and the other man he had brought with him. The pinkette gently kissed the brunettes forehead.
"I didn't want to though," Shuichi finally said, smiling slightly as he watched as relief rushed over the boy's face as he crawled back onto the bed.
"Shuichi?" Misaki asked, staring at the motionless body on the bed, "Y-you okay?"
Misaki felt the tears racing down his face again. The rock star had been completely motionless since the last man had be in the room with them which was at least an hour ago. The brunette grew more frightened every passing second that the pinkette remained still. This wasn't right, he thought. Shuichi would always force himself to get up and sit next to him, comforting him, until Taki returned with another man. So why wasn't he now?
The brunette thought back to what had happened an hour earlier. Taki had come back with a huge muscular man. The man smirked and licked his lips at the sight of Shuichi and Misaki huddled in the corner. Shuichi glared at the man even though his breaths were slowly becoming labored. Misaki clung to him, fearing that there was something wrong with Shuichi. The man just stalked over to them and grabbed Shuichi by his pink hair, tossing him on the bed with ease. When the pinkette was about to lie down so the end of the torture would end soon, the man pinned him down onto his stomach.
For the next several hours, he had to watch the man physically assault the man that was probably the strongest man he had ever met. Said man, however, was finally broken during these torturous hours. His screams echoed through Misaki's heart and soul as the pure terror and agony that the rock star must have been experiencing just to keep him safe. Tears ran down the pinkette's cheeks causing tears to escape the brunette's own emerald eyes. The pain etched on Shuichi's face though made the boy's own voice catch in his throat so that he couldn't even squeak louder than a mute mouse.
Finally, when the man was gone, Misaki slowly stood up on shaking legs and made his way over to the bed. Reaching out slowly, Misaki slowly started to shake the brattled youth until he stirred slightly. Letting out a sigh of relief, the brunette collapsed next to the pinkette, pulling him into his arms. The second his arms where snug around Shuichi's body, Shuichi pushed himself into the slightly younger male's chest and cried. It wasn't a gentle crying or just hold me close crying. This was a full blown mental breakdown crying. Misaki bit his lip as he pulled the man closer to him.
'Why!' Misaki shouted in his head as Shuichi cried on, 'Why is this the only thing that I can do for him? He's the one protecting me from all of this stuff. He doesn't have to take all of this crap! He could easily abandon me to save himself but he doesn't!'
The brunette stared at the rock star in his arms, gently petting his hair, 'That was the first time he's ever shown being scared of the men that come in here. It's insane how much self-control he has over his emotions. Well, I guess he is an Usami. It seems that the only emotion that they can't control is love. They all seem unable to contain those feelings for their love ones…but…'
Misaki looked up at the door, in fear that Taki would come back yet again, 'Is that really a good thing? To never show that you're scared? To act like your numb to everything bad that happens to you? Wouldn't that make you feel…empty after a while? Yeah, it be nice to not be pestered by the annoying questions asking if you're alright all of the time, but doesn't it mean that you have to bottle everything up? Keep it inside of you until you break?
Just like he's doing now… I think Shuichi's actually starting to fall apart. Everything he's known to be true in these past four years is falling down all around him. He's afraid. He doesn't want everything to change. He just wants to be happy but everything and everyone seems to be against that. Wouldn't that break anyone?'
"I-I'm so sorry, Misaki," Shuichi cried, stuffing his face into Misaki's ruined shirt.
"H-Huh!" Misaki gasped, staring at the other male, not believing his ears.
"I'm sorry…" Shuichi said again, "No matter what I do, I just can't seem to protect you from the worst of all this…"
"Wh-What are you talking about, Shuichi!" Misaki demanded.
'He's saying sorry to me?' Misaki shouted in his mind, 'Shouldn't it be the other way around?'
"Y-you have to sit in here and see all this. I-I n-need to get you out of here but I c-can't f-find a way to do it so that y-you'll stay s-safe," Shuichi cried, admitting the worries that he's had since this entire situation started, "I th-thought I could s-send you out the window b-but then T-Taki might see you. Th-Then I thought I could…"
Misaki just stared at the man in disbelief. That's what he was crying about? Not because he was being raped repeatedly every day or that his entire world was coming crashing down! Just how to get a kid he's only known for maybe a week to safety! What about his safety? Who would rescue him!
"Shuichi…" Misaki growled, drawing the attention of the rock star from his tears, "Why would you ever-"
"Misaki!" a voice sounded from outside their window, "Where are you, Misaki!"
"S-Someone's…" Misaki gaped.
"outside," Shuichi finished, staring in disbelief at the window, "looking for us…"
'Shit!' Yo Miyagi cursed to himself, 'Where is this brat? Everyone's been looking for him for at least a week now! Where the hell could he be!'
"Miyagi," a young Takatsuki Shinobu sighed, "We've all been searching for at least six hours today. Let's take a break and regroup."
"No. Hiroki asked us to help him and Usami look for this kid so we're going to search until we find them," Miyagi growled, stalking down the street, trying to find someone who might have seen the missing green-eyed college student.
"But let's face it," Shinobu stated, "He's been missing for almost a week. Chances are that he's dead somewhere in a gutter or in a trash bin."
"Don't say that!" Miyagi snapped, "We've got to keep hoping!"
"…Right," Shinobu nodded, surprised at his lover's outburst.
"Misaki!" Miyagi yelled, "Where are you, Misaki!"
"Takahashi-san! Please, answer us!" Shinobu added.
"Where are you!" both yelled, stopping in front of an old abandoned building.
"Miyagi-san!" another voice shouted.
"Hmm?" Miyagi said, turning towards the voice, "Ah, Kusama-san!"
"Found anything?" the tall Kusama Nowaki asked as he ran up to the pair.
Both just shook their heads.
"Hiro-san just called me and said that Usami-san left something out when he called him the other day," Nowaki said, staring at the building next to him for a second.
"What?" Miyagi sighed.
'It's not like there's anything that would make this any worse,' Shinobu thought to himself.
"There's another person missing along with Misaki-kun," Nowaki said, a very sad look on his face.
"What? Who!" the lovers shouted at the giant.
"Usami-san's cousin, Shindou Shuichi," Nowaki announced quietly to the two.
"What?" the two snapped, "How could he forget that!"
"Apparently, he was so distraught about Misaki-kun missing that he forgot his cousin…" Nowaki sighed, a little disturbed by the fact himself.
"…That's so wrong," Shinobu growled.
"Yeah," the other two just nodded.
"So we're also looking for the famous Shindou Shuichi?" Shinobu asked, trying to piece everything together.
When Nowaki would have answered, there was a loud banging noise coming from building behind them. The three turned in time to see a window being broken, sending broken glass and wood splinters flying everywhere. In the window was a hand that had some of the glass imbedded in it.
"Shuichi!" a voice from inside the room shouted.
"Sh-Shuichi!" the three outside gasped.
"You three!" Shuichi announced, half hanging out of the window and pointing at them, "Are you looking for a Takahashi Misaki?"
"Y-Yes," Nowaki stuttered, rushing to the window.
"Thank goodness," Shuichi whispered, a smile gracing his bruised face, "Misaki, you're going through first!"
"What? No, you should go first, Shuichi!" Misaki pleaded.
"He's in here. Please, take him with you to somewhere safe," Shuichi pleaded with Nowaki, trying to gently tug Misaki towards the window.
"R-Right," Nowaki nodded as Miyagi and Shinobu rushed to his side.
"Shuichi, no! I'm not going first! You can barely stand, let them take you first! I can crawl out after you and run beside them!" Misaki cried.
"What the hell is going on in there!" Taki's voice boomed.
"Shit!" Shuichi cursed, grabbing onto Misaki's wrist and pulling him to the window, "You're going first and that's final."
"Sh-Shuichi!" Misaki cried as Shuichi gently pushed him out the window and into Miyagi and Nowaki's awaiting arms.
"Brat!" Taki shouted, bursting into the room.
"Shuichi!" Misaki shouted, trying to free himself from all the arms that held him.
All four watched as Taki stalked up to Shuichi, eyes darkened by rage. They saw Shuichi return his glare as he stood in front of the window. They watched how all of Shuichi's muscles seemed to slowly start tensioning themselves up in preparation for something.
"Brat! Do you really think you can stop me from getting him back?" Taki smirked, making to punch Shuichi in the face.
The next part seemed to happen in slow motion. All of Shuichi's energy seemed to explode in a perfect high kick that connected to Taki's chest, sending him flying backwards into the wall. The movements of Shuichi seemed so natural. Like he'd always been fighting.
"Yes…" Shuichi said, slowly smirking himself, "Yes I did."
Shuichi turned back to the window and was about to jump out of it when he heard something. The rest watched as Shuichi's eyes widened in fear. He quickly leapt from the window and raced towards them.
"Run!" Shuichi ordered, grabbing a random jacket trench coat from a man on the street (what? I didn't want him running through the streets naked.).
There was no question asked as the group ran through the streets. Misaki was constantly screaming that one of the men carrying him to help Shuichi instead. That he was the one that needed it. Shuichi just yelled at them not to stop, giving them no time to listen to the brunette. When the group reached the park, they started to feel relieve. They knew there was a police station close and even closer was Nowaki's apartment. This horrid ordeal was nearly over.
Suddenly, there was a gun shot that rang out and a ear-splitting scream. Misaki screamed as well, though not in pain. His eyes were locked on Shuichi's figure, clutching at his thigh as Taki slowly stalked towards him. Miyagi and Nowaki cursed, shoving Misaki into Shinobu's care and took off towards the injured rock star.
"This is the end for you, Shindou. I'll make sure to mail your body to Yuki Eiri's door in pieces," Taki chuckled darkly, "Saving that precious ass for last."
Something suddenly snapped inside of Shuichi. He suddenly shot his feet, ignoring the pain tearing through him. The pinkette charged at the gun wielder, dodging when the man swung out with the blunt end of the gun. With a swift kick to the gut, Shuichi started his barrage on the man that had kept him and Misaki captive for the passed week. The others watched in complete shock. This scrawny man who seemed so timid and so gentle was now beating the life out of this dark-haired man.
"Shuichi, stop it!" Misaki shouted, tears racing from his eyes yet again.
"Stop! You want him to stop after all that man's done to you!" Shinobu shouted as he shook Misaki.
"No! I really don't give a damn about that monster!" Misaki screamed, pointing at the scene before them, "But Shuichi's going to kill him! And if he does, he'll lose everything! He'll die inside if he allows himself to kill!"
Nowaki raced towards the two fighting men. He tried to wrap his arms around the rock star's waist and drag him away but Shuichi always managed to escape his grip. This continued when Miyagi tried to help. No one seemed to be able to drag the pissed man from going in for the kill.
"Shinobu! Go get Usami-san!" Miyagi ordered.
"Right!" Shinobu shouted, already hallway out of the park.
Misaki slowly sank to his knees, "no…Shuichi, stop it."
Shuichi was about to land the final punch to Taki's temple when a large hand grabbed hold of his own. Swiveling on his heel, Shuichi nearly side-kicked his cousin, stopping a inch before they came in contact.
"Shuichi, stop this," Usagi-san ordered gently.
Shuichi fought to steal his hand back, "Lemme go, Aki! Let go!"
"Shuichi, you have to stop!" Hiro shouted, racing towards his friend to try and hold him back.
Shuichi just broke free of them and ran towards the retreating Taki.
"Shuichi stop it!" Hiro pleaded, racing after him, "Kiyomi wouldn't-"
"Shut the hell up!" Shuichi screamed, coming to a stop "Why the hell would she care? She encouraged me to fight!"
"Wh-What?" Hiro gasped, freezing in his tracks, "B-But she al-"
"Always stopped me whenever she got whatever she wanted from the person she had me beat!" Shuichi yelled, never turning to face Hiro, "She's the one that made me fight those people, Hiro! She told me that if I did, she'd love me back and I believed her! So I did. I beat all of their sorry asses, forgetting my own morals and sense of right and wrong!"
Shuichi quickly turned to show everyone the tears of anger rushing down his face, "I lost myself because of her damn selfishness! I never wanted to fight! I've never wanted to!"
Shuichi's eyes locked on the terrified form of Taki and growled, "That is until now."
Once again, Shuichi charged at the terrible man. Everyone that was there tried to catch him before he reached him. Just when they all thought that it was a lost cause, a strong hand grabbed onto Shuichi's arm and twisted it until he stopped.
"What the he-" Shuichi started to scream until his eyes locked on who it was twisting his arm, "Yu-"
Suddenly, the already battered male was punched square in the jaw by the one who stopped him. He yanked his arm free as he took several unsteady steps backwards. His eyes remained locked on the man that halted both his actions and heart instantly.
"Y-Yuki…" Shuichi whimpered, holding his cheek.
Yuki slowly walked up to his trembling lover until he stood just in front of him. He watched as a million emotions ran through those deep violet eyes that he had come to know so well. Every emotion except anger. Smirking on this inside, Yuki made sure Shuichi's eyes were locked with his.
"Don't screw around, brat," Yuki whispered, just loud enough for Shuichi to hear.
"Wh-What?" Shuichi asked, voice quivering.
"Don't screw around, Shuichi," Yuki repeated, this time loud enough for everyone to hear, "You don't mean any of that. You're just letting your emotions take control of you like you always do."
Shuichi looked down at the ground, "Y-Yuki…"
"I always knew you had no talent when it came to writing lyrics," Yuki said, raising Shuichi's head gently to look him in the eye, "but I never knew you were this useless."
The writer could feel Usagi-san's and Hiro's eyes glaring ten inch daggers into his back for saying something like that but didn't care. Shuichi's eyes started to water up as he tried to grasp for words.
"I-I'm n-not," Shuichi whimpered, voice cracking.
"Then prove it, brat," Yuki smirked, "Don't go down the path I have. Do you think that if you kill him everything will get better? That you'll be able to forget everything and go back to how things were? That you'll be able to forget Kiyomi too?"
"Y-You kn-know about K-Kiyomi!" Shuichi cried, tears finally breaking free of his eyes.
"What do you think?" Yuki scoffed, smiling a little bit.
Shuichi stayed silent for a second before his body started to sway. His injuries were finally catching up with him. His breathes where becoming shallow and strangled as he placed his hand on Yuki's chest, just above his heart.
Shuichi slowly looked up into Yuki's eyes yet again, imploring Yuki to understand, "I-I'm s-sorry, Yuki…so sorry."
Finally allowing himself to relinquish himself to the inviting dark oblivion, Shuichi fell forwards, straight into Yuki's arms.
"I know, brat," Yuki whispered, as he gently picked up his battered lover, "So am I."
"Y-You guys will regret this!" Taki suddenly spoke up, standing up, "I have enough pictures to ruin all of you!"
Yuki glared at the insane man, "You'll only be signing your death warrant if you do."
"That's right," Usagi-san said, appearing behind the dark-haired man, "I'll personally make sure to send you to your death bed should you ever come within a ten mile radius of Shuichi or Misaki."
"Now," Hiro smirked, grabbing the ex-vocalist, "Why don't we go to the cops and have a nice long chat about this past week?"
"Damn you!" Taki shouted as he was dragged by Miyagi and Hiro out of the park.
Nowaki slowly made his way over to Yuki, "I'm a doctor at a nearby hospital. Why don't we take him there?"
Yuki just nodded as he followed the giant of a man, stopping next to Misaki.
"You didn't do anything wrong, kid," Yuki stated, sighing a little as he readjusted Shuichi in his arms, "He probably wouldn't be alive if you weren't there."
"What are you talking about?" Misaki whimpered, slowly standing up, "He was the one protecting me."
Usagi-san slowly wrapped his arms around his lover and whispered into his hair, "That's not true. If you weren't there, Shuichi would have already been killed cause he would have fought back. He'd have struggled then they'd restrain him by any means necessary. Because he didn't have anyone to protect, Shuichi would keep trying to push his way through things until they finally grew tired of his antics. Once they grow of someone, that person is terminated."
Misaki's eyes widened as he looked up to see his lover smiling warmly at him, "You guys saved each other…Misaki, don't leave me again."
Yuki smiled a bit to himself as he left the park to give the two lovers their space. Looking down at his own lover, Yuki felt his heart clench. Was he imagining things or was he getting paler? His breathing was coming in as short gasps; his eyebrows were furrowed, expressing the obvious pain coursing through his veins. The rock star's blood was dripping down from his legs and onto Yuki. Soon, Shuichi started to cough violently but it wasn't spit that came out of his mouth. It was blood.
"T-Tohma!" Yuki shouted, racing for his car, praying that that doctor fellow was still nearby.
"Eiri?" Tohma questioned, turning to see Yuki carrying a basically life-less Shuichi, "Good lord…"
Yuki looked pleadingly into his brother-in-law's eyes, "He's dieing, Seguchi… He's actually dieing…"
Mizu: …*gawking at the screen* Did I really just write that?
Yuki and Usagi: *nods* You did.
Mizu: Wow… I mean, really, wow. I've never been able to express this kind of stuff so easily with words. But this just flowed so naturally…Hm…Kk, it's going into the story.
Yuki and Usagi: Go right ahea- Wait…What?
Mizu: Remember that I really love reviews and suggestions. Ciao for now!
Misaki: That's it!