Mizu: Wow…Really long and random somewhat filler chapter here…I know sort of how I'm going to end this story but again it won't be a true ending cause I have many other plans for it like continuing it with some one-shot chapters. (That and two separate cross-overs with another anime *snickers* those will be really fun if I actually do them). Disclaimer: I do not own either Junjou Romantica or Gravitation. If I did, why would I be stuck in college write now writing fanfiction?

Just Coincidence?

Chapter Fifteen: Not okay…

Shuichi lied awake as he listened to the quiet apartment. He could clearly hear his Yuki in his study, typing away. There was a very light sound of rain hitting the roof. The smell of fresh coffee gently wafted into the room. Trying to pin point a sweet scent, Shuichi finally realized that he could still smell Yuki's shampoo from when he had come in after his shower to check on him and change. Stretching, Shuichi slowly sat up on the bed. He pulled his legs up to his chest and buried his face into his arms.

Tears quickly rolled down his face. He bit down on his arm to keep himself from crying out. His ears kept track of the sound of typing keys. He refused to let Yuki see him cry over this. Clutching at himself tighter, Shuichi tried to stop his tears. Hearing the typing keys stop, the pinket stiffened. He held his breath. Cursing when he heard footsteps heading towards him, the boy quickly dove under the covers, furiously wiping away his tears.

"Shuichi?" Yuki questioned gently, walking up to the bed, "You up yet?"

Shuichi nodded.

"Do you want anything for breakfast?" Yuki asked, placing his hand on his lover's shoulder.

Shuichi shook his head no.

"…Are you alright?" Yuki asked, trying to look at the rock star's face.

"Of course I am," Shuichi laughed, slowly sitting up, "I'm just not that hungry right now."

"Hm…" Yuki sounded.

"But I do want to take a bath~!" Shuichi beamed, swinging his legs out onto the side of the bed.

"…I'll go run the water then," Yuki stated, leaving the room.

"Wait! I can do that!" Shuichi whined, trying to run after the blond.

Eiri managed to stop the boy just in time before he ran into the wall, "Then should I just leave you to bash your head open?"

"No," Shuichi laughed, relieved to hear Yuki say something to him like he used to, "But you can pick out my clothes for me,"

"Fine," the writer sighed before pushing Shuichi into the bathroom, "Just try not to flood the place."

Shuichi saluted the door, "Aye, Aye!"

"I'm over her- Oh just forget it," Yuki chuckled slightly.

Shuichi sighed as he heard the blond go back to the bedroom. Feeling around for the tub, the rock star managed to find the facet before Yuki returned. He heard Yuki sigh. The next thing he knew, his hands were covered with his lover's and were guided to the knobs.

"I brought you your orange hoodie, some jeans, and a pair of boxers. They all have the tags on them so you should be able to figure out how they go," Yuki said as he walked to the door, "Call if you need anything."

"Okay~!" Shuichi beamed, turning on the water.

Yuki stared at his crazy lover as he fumbled around trying to find the stopper. He was tempted to just hand it to him but he knew he shouldn't. Shuichi was right. He could do it all by himself. He just had to learn how to. And his babying him wouldn't allow the brat to. Sighing, the writer returned to his study. His editor was on his ass again…

Shuichi let out a sigh of relief when he heard the door shut. Rubbing his face, the rock star listened to the running water. Quickly taking off his boxers, he climbed into the tub. Sitting with his legs to his chest, he waited till he felt the water reach three-quarters of a way up his legs. As he turned off the water, the rock star let out a heavy sigh.

"I can't tell him," Shuichi whimpered.

Shuichi kept repeating that to himself. He couldn't tell his precious Yuki that he wasn't alright. He couldn't tell him that he was being haunted by all of his horrible memories. There was no way that he ever could tell him. Shuichi bit down on his lip as tears escaped his eyes again. He couldn't tell him because he knew that if he told Eiri that the blonde would feel guilty about what happened to him and go back into depression. And Shuichi swore that he would never hurt Eiri. Ever.

Feeling around for a wash rag and the soap, Shuichi didn't even try to stop his tears. Stopping them would only make him feel worse after all. As he started to wash his body, the rock star's mind went back to the week of hell. He couldn't even count how many people tainted his body for their own sick pleasure. Shuichi bit even harder on his lip. He could still feel all their hands on his skin. He could still feel all the sickening fingers going where only Yuki was allowed.

'I'm disgusting,' Shuichi thought to himself.

Forcing himself not to cry out, Shuichi started to scrub harder. He just wanted the disgusting sensations that thrived on his skin to wash down the drain. He ignored the pain that followed as he scrubbed harder and harder. More and more tears escaped from his useless eyes. It wouldn't go away. He could still feel every one of those hands, along with other things, on his skin.

Shuichi threw the rag against the wall bitterly, 'Damn it…I really am disgusting, aren't I?'

He just sat there, biting down on his lip to keep his cries silent. Ignoring the fact that he could feel blood start to drip from his lip, Shuichi just sat there. He just wanted it to all go away. He hated feeling like this. He hated feeling like he should have died. He hated feeling like he was only hurting his precious Yuki. He hated the fact that he actually really did believe every negative thought his damaged psyche came up with…

He honestly believed that he was disgusting now. That he wasn't clean. There was nothing else for him. In his mind, he was filth. He was insignificant. He was nothing. Shuichi cursed ever meeting Aizawa Taki because he knew that even feeling like he was wasn't the worst part of it. The worst part was…Shindou Shuichi was broken. Completely and utterly broken.

Nobody ever knew that with the previous two rapes he had experienced, Shuichi was never okay after them. He hated being alone because all the memories would catch up to him. He had brief moments that he had contemplated suicide even. Whenever he was left alone, he had to fight to stay positive. To win against the dark feelings within his heart.

'What's the point?' Shuichi thought to himself, 'That was in the past. I'll never return to that strong Shuichi again.'

That was the truth. Shuichi knew it was. He knew that he would never get over this attack for this time around for this time he woke up afraid. Never with the other two incidents had he ever woken up terrified. He had always felt safe in his shared bedroom with Yuki. But not now nor would he ever again. Slowly, Shuichi ran a hand over his useless eyes. The reason that he would never feel safe again was right there…His worthless eyes.

'Just another thing that Taki managed to take from me,' Shuichi thought as he finally calmed his tears.

Sighing, the rock star slowly crawled out of the tub. He felt so lost. As he felt around for his clothes, he would get quick flashes of what he was feeling. He knew what was what with his touch but he was still lost. It took several minutes to find where Yuki had put his clothes. Another five minutes just to put on his boxers and jeans. When he finally got to his hoodie, he heard Yuki walking up to the bathroom. Panicking, Shuichi quickly threw on the blunky piece of material just as he heard the door open.

"Brat?" Yuki questioned as he walked in, "Oh, you did make it out without breaking open your skull."

"Yuki~!" Shuichi beamed, running forward while praying that he wouldn't run into a wall.

A second later, Shuichi found himself being held against Yuki's chest. Sighing happily, he nuzzled his cheek against the firm muscles. This was one place that he felt safe now. In his lover's arms. Trying to pull himself closer, Shuichi fought not to cry in front of Yuki. He didn't want his precious lover to worry anymore. Smiling, Shuichi thought about the day before that he had spent with his lover and his friends.

'The only other place I feel safe,' Shuichi thought, as Yuki pulled away, 'Surrounded by those I know love me no matter what.'

"Baka," he heard Yuki say.

"Huh?" Shuichi blinked.

"You don't have your hoodie on right, baka," Yuki said, fighting not to fix it for him.

"Oh!" Shuichi gasped, quickly withdrawing his arms from the sleeves.

"…Hey, I've got a meeting with my editor today," Yuki said, walking over to the tub.

"Okay…" Shuichi said, slowly working his hoodie around.

"She refused to come here so I'll be gone until right before your concert," Yuki continued, draining the tub.

"Wha?" Shuichi sounded.

"…I already called your cousin. He said that you can stay there and they'll take you to the concert," Yuki said, leading the boy out to the living room.

"But you're still going to come to it, right!" Shuichi exclaimed, clinging to Yuki's hand.

"Of course I am," Yuki growled, pushing the brat down onto the sofa.

Neither said anything more as Yuki helped Shuichi put on his socks and shoes. Once they were on, Shuichi stood up and felt his way to the door. Eiri just watched as depression seemed to take over his lover's body. Sighing, he ran a hand through his golden locks

"Hey," Eiri said, walking up to his lover, "After this concert, maybe you should take a break from singing for a bit."

"Huh!" Shuichi gasped, eyes filling with fear.

"I-I was thinking we could take a small vacation somewhere of your choice," Yuki flushed.

"Really!" Shuichi literally squealed.

"…Yeah," Yuki nodded.

Shuichi yelled something out for joy before starting a funny little dance. But Yuki didn't pay much mind to that. All he saw was the pain and sorrow leaving his sweet Shu. And that's all he cared about.

"Let's go to Italy, Yuki~!" Shuichi laughed as he and the blonde walked hand and hand to his car.

"Italy?" Yuki repeated, helping the rock star into the car, "Why Italy?"

"Well, one cause absolutely no one would know us there!" Shuichi pointed out, "And two, isn't it one of the romance countries?"

Yuki chuckled slightly as he got in the driver's seat and started the car, "Brat…"

"Oh! And we should go shopping tomorrow!" Shuichi exclaimed.

"Huh? Shopping? Why do we have to shopping tomorrow?" Yuki questioned.

"Cause I need new clothes!" Shuichi whined.

"Huh? No you don't," Yuki said, "You have at least twice as many as me already! Why do you need more?"

"I mean clothes that I can wear on stage!" the pinket exclaimed, "I don't like my costume person dressing me so I've always gotten dressed myself."

"And you need new clothes because of this, why?" Yuki asked.

"I want clothes to have distinct things on the front so I can always tell which part is the front," Shuichi explained.

"Fine," Yuki sighed.

"Oh! And I should get some sandals or flips flops," Shuichi thought aloud.

"Hell no," Yuki stated.

"Awww~! Why not?" Shuichi whined.

"One, you trip over your own two feet enough already. Why do you want anything that would double those odds?" Yuki said, "Two, you're already loud enough when you walk around barefoot. Those things would just add more unneeded sound."

"But Yuki!" Shuichi whined.

"Thanks for letting me stay here while Yuki's at his meeting, Aki," Shuichi said, sitting on his cousin's sofa and munching away on some pocky.

"No problem, Shuichi," Akihiko stated as he and Aikawa plotted out his latest novel.

"I still can't believe that your cousin is the Shindou Shuichi~!" Aikawa squealed for the nth time.

Shuichi just laughed as he laid down, "I am and forever shall be."

"It's such a shame about your eye-sight though, Shindou-kun," Aikawa whimpered, "Oh! I'm so sorry!"

"Hey, it's alright, Aikawa-san," Shuichi chuckled nervously, "H-Hey Misaki! You ready for the concert tonight?"

"Yep~!" Misaki beamed from the kitchen, "I can't wait~!"

"Great!" Shuichi beamed back.

The room returned to silence. Shuichi sighed. He truly was grateful for Aki letting him stay with him in all but he couldn't help but feel a tad disappointed. When he had learned that Aki was having his editor meet at his home, the rock star couldn't help but feel envious. Why couldn't Yuki's do that? Why did his lover always have to be the one to go meet her? Why didn't she ever come to their house to pick things up? It wasn't fair.

"So, Aikawa-san," Shuichi said, earning everyone's attention again, "Do you always come here for meetings with Aki?"

The woman squealed like she had every time Shuichi called his cousin Aki, "Yep~! This lazy bum never turns his works in on time and rarely leaves his house. I can't tell you how many times I've had to practically kick his door down to get him to finish his work."

"I see," Shuichi sighed.

'Then why does Mizuki insist on never coming to our home?' Shuichi thought to himself.

Akihiko stared at his cousin, "Shuichi?"

"I'm fine Aki," Shuichi sighed yet again as his phone went off, "Probably K-san."

Stretching as he got up, Shuichi pulled out the noisy device and brought it to his ear. He said a quick hello before leaning back on his heels as he listened to the person on the other line. Smiling, he looked over to his cousin.

"I'm gonna head up stairs, k?" Shuichi said, pressing the phone against his neck.

"Huh? Why?" Akihiko blinked.

"Cause I don't want to bug you while you're working," Shuichi laughed as he felt his way to the stairs.

Everyone in the room was silent as Shuichi found the stairs. He was saying something to the person on the phone but none of them could tell what it was. As he slowly made his way up the stairs, Misaki fought the urge to run up to him and help him up the rest. The rock star stumbled on the second to last stair. The three let out a relieved sigh when the pinket managed to grab onto the railing to keep himself from falling. Once Shuichi was safely up stairs and into the bathroom, Akihiko ran a hand through his hair.

"No matter what he says, we're helping him down the stairs," Akihiko stated earning a nod from the other two.

"Okay~!" Shuichi beamed when he finally found the lock to the door, "Now we can talk!"

"As I was asking earlier, you called my office earlier today asking to speak with me," a woman's voice sounded from his phone, "You said it was urgent."

"Right," Shuichi nodded, "I figured since you're Yuki's therapist that you should know."

"What's wrong with Eiri now?" the therapist sighed, angry at the blonde for whatever he did to worry his young lover.

Eiri had come to her a mess right after Shuichi had been kidnapped. He spent several hours just talking about how he royally messed up this time. How he had hurt the rock star. How cold he was to his precious lover. How he didn't deserve such a caring and loving person like Shuichi in his life. After at least five hours of ranting and crying about random points, she finally made Eiri promise that when they did find Shuichi that he would be nicer to him. She honestly thought that the blonde would hold true on that promise too...

"Nothing's wrong with Yuki," Shuichi sighed, "It's about me…Something's wrong with me."

"What do you mean, Shindou-kun?" the therapist asked.

Shuichi sighed, "I'm really messed up in the head, you know? I really do believe that I would be much better off dead right now…I'm just a disgusting piece of meat that shouldn't even walk the earth…"

"Wha?" the therapist sounded.

'That's not right,' the therapist thought, 'Eiri always described Shuichi as the happiest person on earth. He always told me that the kid just never broke. No matter what happened to him, he said Shuichi always managed to keep smiling. He never lost hope…What exactly did this kid go through to make him start to think so horribly of himself.'

"I kind of hoped that you could help me get better," Shuichi whimpered, "I don't want to hurt Yuki…He blames himself for what happened to me. If he sees me like this, Yuki might go back into depression. I wouldn't be able to stand seeing him like that. But I'm not as strong as I used to be…I can't just push myself through this mess in my head like I used to…Please…I need help…"

"Wait," the therapist said, gulping nervously, "You're doing all of this just because Eiri?"

"Right," Shuichi said.

"Why?" the therapist asked, for once not wanting to know why a patient was talking to her.

"…He's the only thing that has meaning in my life anymore," Shuichi said, sighing.

The therapist listened to the rock star's tone. He sounded so tired and lost. She had only met Shuichi once personally. It was after one of Eiri's sessions that had gone far over the time limit. The rain was coming down in sheets and she had to insist for Eiri to stay a little longer. Eiri was too emotional to actually drive home by the end so he called Shuichi so that the kid wouldn't freak out when he found out Yuki wasn't home. Ten minutes later, the rock star came rushing into the office. He brushed passed her secretary before just heading into her office.

She would never forget that day. Shuichi stood in her doorway, panting heavily, gripping the doorframe for dear life. His face was swelling up and he had a black eye. He was completely drenched, pink locks sticking to his face. The boy's body was scrawny and reminded her of a teenage girl's. He wore nearly nothing, at least nothing that a man would wear. His shorts were some of the shortest that she had ever seen. The top one of two tank tops was threatening to come off. The other clung to his body just as tight as his shorts. It took the therapist a moment to remember that Shuichi was indeed a boy.

"What are you doing here, brat?" she heard Eiri question, voice cold.

The boy managed to catch his breath before smirking towards the blond, "I came to take you home."

Eiri let out a low chuckle, "You came to take me home? How are you going to do that?"

The boy pouted, "I can drive too, you know. It's not just a skill that you possess."

The therapist nearly let out a laugh as she watched her patient's eyes widen in surprise.

"Come on, Yuki," Shuichi said, surprising the therapist.

"Wait, what did you call him?" she asked.

"Hm?" Shuichi sounded, "Yuki. Just like I normally do."

"Why?" she questioned, watching Eiri intently.

Shuichi shrugged, "Just always have. I supposed it's because that Yuki never use to let me call him by his first name when we first got together. So now it's kind of stuck."

Kneeling in front of his lover, Shuichi rested his hands a top his lover's, "Ready to go home?"

The therapist was shocked yet again when Yuki gently caressed Shuichi's swelling cheek, "What happened?"

The boy was silent as his gaze drifted down to the ground.

"What happened, brat?" Yuki asked again, anger lightly flowing through.

Shuichi was silent for another moment before grinning like Cheshire Cat and laughing nervously, "Just some idiot that doesn't like my music."

She watched Eiri stiffen a little.

"No worries," Shuichi said, leaning the uninjured part of his face on Yuki's knee, "K-san took care of him."

Eiri just sat there for another moment before standing up. Digging through his pockets, the blond hit his lover on his head with the keys to his car. With that, Eiri just walked out. Shuichi sighed before standing up as well. He turned to her and gave her one more surprise for that day.

"Thank you so much for everything that you've done for Eiri," Shuichi said, smiling gently while he bowed in front of her.

Before she could respond, the pinket ran out the door after his precious lover.

"Yuki~! Wait up!" Shuichi laughed.

'Where did that spunky little boy go?' The therapist thought as she listened to Shuichi over the phone.

He sounded dead. She honestly didn't doubt that he was right in his fear that he was turning suicidal. Gritting her teeth, the therapist racked her brain to figure out why…Why was this amazingly strong boy suffering like this! Why was he so convinced that he didn't deserve to live?

"Shindou-kun," the therapist said after a long time of silence, "I want you to tell me what's made you think like this."

"…" she heard Shuichi take a very shaking breath, "While I was missing for that week, I was raped by more men than I can count."

The therapist couldn't stop the gasp of horror that rose from her chest.

"…that's not the worst of it," Shuichi whimpered.

'What on earth could be worse?' the therapist thought.

"I lost my eyesight," Shuichi fought not to cry.

"Wha," the therapist sounded.

"The doctors say it was due to an allergic reaction to the anesthesia," Shuichi said, voice straying from his suppressed tears, "It's why I can't just push through all of this. I can't take comfort in anything when I don't know what's going on around me."

The therapist flinched when she heard Shuichi let out a dark chuckle, "Last night, I let Yuki reclaim me as his own. And for a moment I was happy because I finally felt like the whole ordeal was behind me. But then my body suddenly started to fight against Eiri! I kept trying to tell myself that it was Eiri. That he wasn't going to hurt me! I had to fight with my own body to allow my lover to come close to me!

"I was afraid of my lover!" Shuichi cried, "I couldn't see him! I couldn't see that it wasn't just another one of those men!...For a few moments, all my brain thought about were all of those disgusting people..."

She heard Shuichi cry for a few moments before continuing, "I can't see with my eyes anymore, but my mind can still picture things…And at the beginning, my mind refused to picture Eiri…All I saw was my captor's disgusting face above my own as he continually tainted my body more and more. It took all I could to finally push those thoughts aside and focus on my Eiri! And once I did I thought that it was going to be just fine!

"But no! I awoke in the morning to that bastard's face smirking at me in my mind!" Shuichi cried, tears freely streaming from his worthless eyes, "I can't get it out of my mind! It torments me every second that I'm left alone! Even when I'm with my friends, the bastard occasionally pops up and ruins everything! I can't take it!"

"Shindou-kun," the therapist whimpered, "…Come to my office tomorrow whenever you get free time. We'll work this all out and help you get through this…I won't let that man you're seeing torment you any longer."

"Th-Thank you," Shuichi whimpered as he cried.

"But listen…I have to tell, Eiri," the therapist said slowly.

"Wha? No!" Shuichi shouted.

"I have to, Shindou-kun," the therapist insisted, "He'll need to know so that he can help you through it at home."

"No!" Shuichi snapped, "I don't want to involve Eiri-"

"So you're going to break up with him, then!" the therapist snapped back.

Shuichi instantly fell silent.

"No matter how hard you try to hide it, Eiri will find out that something's wrong with you," the therapist explained, "If he finds out later, he'll take it harder because he'll feel like you don't trust him."

"I don't want to burden him," Shuichi whimpered.

"It's not burdening him," the therapist sighed, "Look, you're the reason that Eiri's finally moved passed his past. He doesn't talk about Kitazawa-san in our sessions anymore. All he talks about is you now."

She heard Shuichi nearly choke on a whimpering gasp.

"Don't you think you should let him return the favor?" the therapist asked, gently.

"…alright," Shuichi said softly, "But if he starts relapsing, I don't want him coming with me anymore!"

"Fine," she sighed.

"Thank you…" Shuichi said, wiping his eyes.

"Open up, Akihiko!" Takahiro's voice accompanied a loud banging on the door.

Misaki dropped the glass that he was drying, "N-Nii-san?"

The brunette's emerald eyes filled with tears. He paid no attention to Usagi-san's cries asking if he was alright when the glass shattered against the floor. He ignored pieces of glass that covered the floor. Rushing to the door, Misaki ripped it open, faster than he had intended. His face lit up for a few second when his eyes settled upon his older brother. All of the doubts and silent fears he had had were lifted off of him…

Only to have them crash back down onto him. His brother's face was set in dark glare as he stalked into the room. He was followed by a very nervous Manami. Misaki's face fell. He was expecting this but…but it still hurt.

"Akihiko!" Takahiro roared, startling poor Aikawa, "I'm taking Misaki with me!"

"Like hell you are!" Usagi-san snapped, quickly standing, "He's staying here!"

"He needs to get away from you before you and your crooked family twists his innocent my any further!" Takahiro shouted.

"Nii-san!" Misaki shouted, rushing to Usagi-san's side, "Stop it! I'm happy here!"

"No…You just think you are," Takahiro growled, "The blame for this delusion stands right beside you."

"No!" Misaki cried, "It's not a delusion! I love Usagi-san!"

"No you don't, Misaki!" Takahiro cried, "Don't you see? They're just messing with your mind! He doesn't love you, Misaki! He's just using you!"

"Take that back!" Misaki screamed, shoving his brother back, "Take it back, Nii-san!"

"Takahiro, you have no right-" Usagi-san started to say.

"I have every right!" Takahiro yelled on the top of his lungs, "I'm trying to save my little brother from you and that stupid cousin of yours evil ways!"

"Shuichi isn't stupid!" Misaki shouted, "He's kind and he's understanding and he's the strongest person I've ever known!"

"I don't care!" Takahiro snapped, "He's the reason that you were kidnapped! He's the reason that I nearly lost you! When he was in the hospital, I prayed that he would just di-"

"Enough!" Shuichi's powerful voice boomed from the top of the stairs.

Everyone froze as the rock star slowly made his descent down the stairs. His eyebrows were furrowed together in a dark glare while his amethyst eyes reflect anger and pain. Akihiko gulped. When Shuichi reached the final step, he stopped. He just stood there, glaring.

"Who the hell are you?" Takahiro growled.

"Shindou Shuichi," Shuichi said coldly.

"Huh? You're the bastard that caused all of this?" Takahiro questioned, glaring at the rock star.

Shuichi just stood there for a second before a bright smile broke out on his face, "Misaki~!"

"Y-Yes?" Misaki blinked just before being tackled to the couch.

"Shuichi!" Akihiko gasped, violet eyes widening.

"H-How did you," Misaki started to ask.

"Wah! There's so many voices in the apartment now!" Shuichi cried, clinging to Misaki tightly, "I can't tell everyone apart when they're all yelling."

Misaki's eyes widened before he hugged the crying rock star, "Sorry bout that, Shuichi."

"Oi!" Takahiro snapped, "Get away from Misaki!"

"Nii-san! Don't you dare yell at Shuichi!" Misaki snapped back as he helped Shuichi sit up.

"Wait," Shuichi whispered, eyes trembling, "N-Nii-san?"

"Yeah, I'm Misaki's older brother," Takahiro spat.

"B-But you were talking about taking Misaki away from Aki," Shuichi whimpered.

"Of course! He's trying to forever trap Misaki on this sinful path-" Takahiro started to shout.

"Shut up!" Shuichi cried, jumping to his feet, "Aki would never do such a thing! Aki loves Misaki with all of his heart! And Misaki loves Aki just as much!"

"Bull shit!" Takahiro shouted, grabbing Shuichi by his shirt and lifting him off the ground, "How do you expect me to believe that my baby brother, whom I raised after our parents died when he was eight, suddenly turn out to be gay for my once best friend! It's total bull shit."

"You not accepting it is bull shit!" Shuichi shouted back, eyebrows furrowed into a glare, "You're his older brother! You should love him for however he is and support him no matter what! And if he never told you about him and Aki, can you blame him? Especially if this is how you react!"

"Shut up!" Takahiro shouted, "What would you know of it! What would you know of the pain of it all? What do you know of my feelings about it! What do you know about Misaki! You're the reason that he was kidnapped! There's no way that you would know what I went through during that week! There's no way you know what I actually feel about this!"

Shuichi's eyes widened, 'So that's it.'

"You're wrong!" Misaki cried, "Shuichi gave up so much to protect me because he does understand everything!"

"Be quiet!" Takahiro shouted again.

"Stop it, Takahiro!" Akihiko shouted, about to rip Shuichi away from Takahiro.

"Aki, I can handle it," Shuichi whispered.

"Hush up!" Takahiro snapped.

"You're just afraid right now," Shuichi stated calmly, taking in the tone and emotion behind the man's voice.

"I said hush up!" Takahiro shouted louder.

Shuichi sighed before smiling warmly, "It's alright, Takahiro-san."

"What!" Takahiro snapped.

"I said that it's alright," Shuichi smiled, not facing anyone, "Because I know exactly what you're feeling."

"What are you talking about?" Takahiro glared.

"It's frightening, right?" Shuichi whispered barely loud enough for them to hear, "To suddenly not being able to control anything that goes on around you? To know that you can't protect those that you love from the cruelty in this world ? To feel as you failed them? It's so painful that it's frightening, right?

"I know exactly what you're afraid of," Shuichi continued, "It's not that you don't approve of their relationship, right? No, you're the type to fear of those that might hurt your precious baby brother."

Takahiro's eyes widened as he stared at the pink-haired rock star, "Wh-What do you mean?"

"I've figured you out," Shuichi smiled happily, "You still love your baby brother but you're afraid for him. You just want to protect him from the world that will now be against him."

The once fuming male slowly released the rock star. He took a step backwards and just stared at the boy. How was it that he could see through him as clear as day? He watched Shuichi sigh and turn around. The boy was gingerly stepping passed the few that stood behind him. When he thought boy was going to step around a stack of books by the coffee table, though, Takahiro watched as the rock star trip over them. But that wasn't what shocked him. It was the fact that he didn't even bring his arms up to protect his face from hitting the coffee table.

"Shuichi!" Akihiko and Misaki cried as Shuichi wailed out in pain.

"Damn it!" Shuichi cursed, holding his forehead, "I thought that I had cleared this already!"

"D-Didn't you see it?" Manami asked, kneeling next to the poor boy.

Misaki looked up and glared at Takahiro, "That's what I was trying to tell you when I said that Shuichi gave up so much to keep me save."

"What are you saying, Misaki?" Takahiro asked, startled by the anger directed at him.

"Shuichi gave them his body to protect me," Misaki growled, "And he lost his eyesight to save me from them."

"Wha?" Takahiro gasped, staring at the strange boy, "Y-You can't see?"

"No," Shuichi sighed, "Damn it. I really hope I don't have a bruise. It's such a pain to have to cover them up with make-up."

"Why do you have to cover it up, Shindou-kun?" Aikawa asked, reminding everyone that she was still there.

"I have a concert tonight," Shuichi stated, feeling around a bit.

"Wh-What!" Manami gasped, "In your condition?"

"What does me being blind have to do with me doing what I love?" Shuichi chuckled, "When I perform on stage, I get such a high that can carry me through anything. The fans' energy becomes my own. It's one reason that if you watch one of my concerts, I get more and more hyper throughout the show.

"The same thing can be said about them though," Shuichi said, smiling sadly, "If I don't go out there and show them that I'm alright, all of my fans will get worried. But if I go out on stage and act like my normal self, they will all be relieved and feel better again. I can't just leave them. Not when I know that if I do, I'll cause so many people trouble."

"Shuichi," Akihiko said, helping his cousin, "Still, you should wai-"

"No," Shuichi growled, "If there is one thing that I've learned through all of this is to never put off what I can do today."

Takahiro just stared at the strange man for a second more before turning on his heel and fleeing from the apartment.

"Takahiro!" Manami called, racing after him.

"Nii-san!" Misaki cried.

"It's alright, Misaki," Shuichi said, smiling slightly, "He's just scared and confused. You'll see. Your brother will come around soon enough."

Misaki stared at the door for a second longer before pulling Shuichi into a tight hug, "I really hope that you're right, Shuichi…I really, really do hope that you're right…"

Mizu: Yeah…I got really side-tracked with the ending…This is actually my third try at it. The first two came out…violent.

Misaki: Why?

Mizu: Cause I'm bored and none of my friends like the really bloody, gory, intense anime that I do and I don't want to force them to watch it with me. So I take my pent up desire for it out on my stories. Especially when I come up to a conflict.

Misaki: You're so messed up in the head.

Mizu: I know…Anyway, remember that I love all reviews and suggestions~!

Shuichi: Hey, am I going to be blind forever?
Mizu: Mizu no tell because that would ruin the ending for everyone else.

Shuichi: But~! I really want to be able to see my sweet Yuki!

Mizu: Nope. Not telling. Ciao for now guys~!

Shuichi and Misaki: Meanie…