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Prompt: No one told Tatshua about the attack, so he greets Shuichi in his normal, flamboyant manner.

Rating: T for mentions of rape, sexual innuendos, and language.

Confusion

Tatshua knew Eiri hated it when he showed up unannounced – couldn't stand it. The raven-haired teen had more than a mere few marks and scars to prove his brother's crossed boundaries. He could recall every warning and threat by heart, and often voiced them along with his brother when Eiri tried to reinforce them (which earned him even more bruises.) Mika had scolded him several time for his stupidity, while Touma had expressed concern over the physical repercussions of his actions. But Tatshua wasn't bothered enough to be troubled then, and he certainly wasn't bothered enough to be troubled now. Not now that Eiri had found himself a new a rather (okay, extremely) attractive boyfriend in the form of Shuichi Shindou.

Damn, but Tatshua had never met anyone like the pink-haired celebrity before. He had been doubtful, at first, when Mika had mentioned that someone had wormed their way into his older brother's attention, but after meeting said someone, he was simply awed. Of course, he would be the first to admit that most of that awe was derived because the singer happened to be a near twin to Ryuichi Sakuma, love of his life and yet unconquered quest. But there was also the fact that Shuichi was … well … Tatshua had never met anyone as nonjudgmental and pure as the other teen, and he was attracted like a bee to honey.

Which explained his current, silent trek up the gentle pathway of Eiri's apartment building, the gleam in his eye, and the bubble in his step. Under the glare of the sun, a smirk formed on his face that he couldn't control. For the past two weeks, his brother had kept his lover under possessive lock, keeping him from Tatshua's every advance. He missed his friend, and he had it on rather … good authority that Eiri was meeting with his publisher today.

'Maybe Shuichi will be so happy to see me that he'll even let us continue that little role play from last time,' the teen mused humorously, sliding Eiri's spare key from his pocket to open the common door. 'I'll be a darker Bro and he'll be a lighter Ryu and together we can light up the sky with stars … early.' He shook his head with a small laugh as he jogged up the stairs.

Eiri's apartment was, technically, the entire top floor, and Tatshua had always thought it a little creepy that it was dimly lit and homey – like a scene from a trashy yet terrifying horror movie. He deftly removed his sunglasses as he stepped into the eerie hallway, assuring himself that he quick steps were just to get to Shuichi faster, and had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the top floor just … freaked him out.

Knockrapcrack!

Same thing for the wicked knock he threw on the gray door. Not scared at all.

"W-Who is it?" Tatshua almost didn't recognize the soft call for the singer's voice as it pulled timidly through the door. It was so unexpected and so … dull for Shuichi. Eyebrows crinkled, he kept silent, unwilling to wreck the surprise. "I can-can't open the door if you don't tell me who you are." Closer, this time, and a little more clear – Shuichi had moved forward, towards the door. His voice sounded more off than before, a little more raspy – maybe he was sick.

'That's okay!' He cheered mentally, gently sliding the key into the lock in a silent movement. 'I've got a key! My surprise will make you feel better, Shu!!'

"Shuichi!" Tatshua roared the name of his brother's lover as he threw open the door without warning, barely catching glimpse of wide, horrified amethyst eyes and pink hair as he clutched the slim body close to his own. He paid no mind to the stiff, unwilling limbs as he chanted happily. "Shuichi, Shuichi, Shuichi, Ryuichi!" He threw on the other singer's name for emphasis, hoping his friend would catch on to his game as he allowed his hands to grope. The unresponsive body finally began to move, twisting and bucking slightly, making the youngest Uesugi's glee grow as he forced his weight forward and threw them both heavily to the floor. "Let me make love to you, Ryu!" He begged loudly, burying his face in the other's neck. "You look so pretty like this!"

"N-Nnnn." He could barely make out the low mutter from Shuichi's mouth as his hands flew to remove buttons playfully. "Tachi!"

'Tachi? No, darling, no. Wrong role play! Nittle Grasper, not ASK!'

"Submit to me, Ryu!" He crowed, laughing as he wrestled protesting hands above Shuichi's head. "To Eiri Yuki!"

"YUKI!" The singer below him wailed, and Tatshua felt a jolt of victory.

Victory that was abruptly cut short as a strong, familiar hand wrapped around his neck, effortlessly prying him off his friend and into the side of the couch. Pain seared momentarily from his back, stars blinking before his eyes. With a groan, he rolled over onto his stomach as his voice of pain quickly transformed into a growl of annoyance.

"What the hell, Bro?" He demanded, shaking his head to clear it. "We were just playing, you know t-." His complaint faded off as he took in the sight that formed where he had been a moment earlier.

His beautiful, unemotional older brother was kneeling on the ground, knees buried deeply into the plush carpet as his long arms wrapped themselves protectively around the smaller, shaking form of his lover. A burning cigarette still hung loosely from his mouth, and his amber eyes, instead of glaring death at Tatshua, were instead half-lidded as they stared down at the other figure.

'What the hell…?'

"Hush, Shuichi," he heard Eiri whisper soothingly around his cigarette; watched as the tall form began to rock. "You're alright, Brat. It's just Tatshua. It's not him. I wouldn't let him near you, you know that. Relax. … Moron."

Tatshua slowly pulled himself into the same kneeling position as his brother, dark eyes wide as they watched the singer in the writer's arms. He could hear the light sobs, no matter how soft they were. He could see the violent shivers that shook even his brother, could hear the gasping breaths. The scent of fear, which he had ignored earlier, now hung in the air like the raw stench of death. It was so familiar. So darkly known … His eyes widened further.

'Oh please, no,' he pleaded silently, desperately. 'Not Shuichi, too.'

"I'm sorry, Yuki!" He could hear the teen cry. "I know, I know. I'm … being stupid. He looks like you, but he looks like … he looks like him, too. And he … he held me down. He held … held me… touched me…"

'Not him too!'

"Hush," his brother whispered again. "Please." And then the molten eyes did lift, and they were filled with unadulterated fury as they caught his. But Tatshua was beyond caring, his playful front now gone, his own eyes narrowed with the same anger as they drifted from Eiri back to his broken friend.

"Who," he seethed quietly, violently. His brother simply stared. "Did it?"

I like to think I'm saving all of my favorite, best prompts for last. x3

Some people have been asking about how these submissions tie into each other. To clarify, this is not one solitary story! It is a collection of drabbles, one-shots, and what-ifs revolving around Tachi's attack on Shuichi. Unless otherwise noted (ie, submission 3 and submission 8) they don't connect. Sorry for the confusion!!

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