Title: Lost memories

I'm back, with a whole new chapter! Enjoy :)/Lieflik

Chapter one: I'm by myself and myself alone.

"Luka, is everything alright?" Yuki asked for the third time that morning and for the third time Luka answered with a steady nod. "You know that you can tell…" "I'm fine, stop worrying" Yuki studied Lukas lying face. He hated when Luka acted that way, it always made him feel so uncomfortable.

Why has Luka became so unpresent lately? He barely looked at him a now days. A million thoughts ran through Yuki's mind then suddenly someone knocked on his bedroom door. "Yuki-chan! Are you awake?!"

"I'm coming!" Yuki answered the hysterical woman. Behind the door Toko and Tsukumo were waiting, fully dressed and one bag in each hand.

"Aah Toko-chan, Tsukumo-kun are you leaving already?" "Yes, we came up here to say goodbye" "Oh". Yuki smiled at Tsukumo who stood in the background. "Have a safe trip" "Of course" Tsukumo smiled back.

"Aah I will miss you Yuki-chan" Toko said and gave him a long lasting hug as she smirked at the other person in the room.

When they left Yuki closed the door and watched Luka as he stood in his lean-back pose in the corner of the room. His hair was as usual covering half of his beautiful face and his mouth was half open as he breathes deeply. It was painful to study his face like that, especially when he looked like he was about to break. "

Yuki" The orange haired boy jolted as the dark voice spoke. "You should eat." "Yeah" Yuki answered and looked down the floor.

Yuki slowly stepped down each step of the stair as he studied the paintings on the wall. It didn't matter that he had lived here a few years now, he couldn't stop admiring the mansion. "How long am I going to live here anyway" he thought highly and turned around to face Luka's wondering gaze.

Yuki sighed when Luka tilted his head and broke the eye contact. "If I am that bothersome, why do you keep following me?" Yuki thought as he as he kept on walking the last steps and opened the door to be welcomed by the delicious smell of new baked bread.

He doesn't remember how or when it started, suddenly the relationship between him and Luka were all changed. They never used to be all lovey dovey, but never as separated as they were now either. It was a year ago since Luka reviled their past feelings towards each other, their past life.

Yuki couldn't describe how incredible pitiful he felt for Luka, when he reborn Luka had expected to get his lover back, but instead he got some guy who doesn't even remember his name. It was painful for both of them, when neither of them knew if their relationship was something to fight for or if it was better if they let it fade until only memories remained. If it meant that death again would bring a more suitable one for Luka Yuki would have done so, in exchange that it would be by Luka's hands to set him free.

"Shuusei you could at least try to eat something, you're not a kid anymore" Hotsuma passionate complained at the dinner table when Shuusei as usually skipped his meal. It felt empty when Toko and Tsukumo weren't present, in some way the room seemed lot bigger. Yuki kept listening at Hotsuma's twattle as he slowly ate his bread and hoped that this evening wouldn't be as painful like the other night.

The rest of the day went on slowly as Yuki searched company with the family left in the mansion in order to avoid being alone with Luka. But as the sun went down the moon took over, forcing Yuki to bed.

While in the bedroom the atmosphere was really bad. Yuki sat on the bed as he watched Luka stand in the corner like ordinary. He looked so lonely there he stood, observed every moved Yuki made with his grey mysterious eyes. "Luka" Yuki whispered. "Something's wrong?" He looked down at the floor before he took a deep breath and said. "Are you sure" "Of what?" "Of this" Yuki looked up and met Luka's eyes. "Is this really what you want?" Luka sighed "Certainly yes, you are Yuki, I will not betray you" Yuki lied down in the bed.

"Luka, even though you desire my soul… is me being in this form making you sick?"

Luka jolted. "What are you…?" "Will you be able to face me the same way as you did before?" Yuki felt Luka hesitating which made his heart ache. "Don't answer now, give a thought to it and come back when you have made up your mind, I will not force you to stay with me" He turned his back to Luka in order to hide the small tears which had made it through his eyelids. "Yuki…" "Leave!" A silent pause before Luka sighed. "Very well" he spoke and left the crying youth.

That night Luka sat in his own room that has been given to him, staring into the wall. Yuki's words echoed in his head. He wanted to rip himself in half, how could he be so unbelievable foolish to just walked of like that? He then stood up and went to the desktop and picked up the picture he had placed there. It was a picture of Yuki when he was standing beside the massive sakura.

Luka remember the day that the photo were taken, it was a few days before he told him about their previous relationship. Living was easy back then, now a day Luka barely dared to touch Yuki when he was conscious, he feared that he would feel uncomfortable or even disgust. He sat down and studied the photo closely. Why did Yuki think that looks or form actually matters, he was still Yuki what so ever and who would complain of that body of his.

As he watched the photo and he felt his mouth watered as his desire grew until it got almost unbearable. He let his hand wander down his pants, squeezing his groin as the space fast disappeared. "Ah, Yuki" he softly moaned as he started to touch himself. His hand moved up and down his shaft, slowly caressing its head. He studied the photo of the cute boy and felt the urge to keep going. His chest started to lift faster as he started to pant. He thought of Yuki as he stroke himself. How his body moves, of his beautiful gaze and his gorgeous smile.

He held the picture closer as he started to pump his organ faster. He wanted to hold the boy, touch him, and let him feel the same lust as he did. He wanted to slowly touch his torso, lick and suck the most sensitive parts of his, gradually savor every inch of his body until he loses every little sense of control. "Ah Yuki" He groaned as he made one last stroke and came hard on the floor. After that came panting and Luka once again held up the photo of the very beautiful youth.

"Of course I want you Yuki, isn't that obvious" He felt his mouth changed into a smile. "It doesn't matter if you'll never get your previous memories back, I love you just as you are." Luka wiped of a lonely tear that had search its way to his cheek. Then suddenly he knew exactly what he was going to do...

after he had cleaned up the mess he had made on the floor.