Ugh, sorry guys, the muses are not with me, at least not for free written pros. Instead, I've been writing papers. I started the next PwaFD chapter, but it is slow going. I wanted it up yesterday, today at latest, but, again, the muses are not with me.

Okay, so here's a new short story, and it is one of the randomest inspirations ever. Let me put it this way, you can thank my 7 year old puppy(though he hasn't been one in weeks) for this. And again, feel free to critique and make suggestions, if you want something. So enjoy

Fear ran down Shinichi's spine. He was in the room again, bleeding from his arm and above his eye. He was cornered by key members of the Black Org: Vodka, Chianti, Boroubon, Vermouth, and Gin. There was no way out, no last minute saves. He was going to die in this cold, dark room surrounded by some of the absolute worst humanity had to offer, and just a small part of an organization made up of the rest; an organization he struggled to whipe off the face of the earth.

Gin stepped forward, cocking his gun, resting its barrel on Shinichi's head. "Game's over, Detective," he said coolly. I'm sorry, Kai, Shinichi thought, bowing his head in acceptance to his fate.

BANG!

Shinichi shot up, tears rolling down from eyes that no longer saw any light. The brunet sat there, shivering on the bed as foot steps thundered towards his room. The door burst open with someone shouting his name and asking if he was okay. Shinichi didn't notice the person until was enveloped in their hold. He felt the bare, well trimmed chest and the strong arms as they wrapped around him, capturing him in the comforting smell of his lover.

"Kai," Shinichi whimpered, curling his arms under the other's, pausing as his right passed over a small round patch that was different for just a second.

"Shh… It's alright, I'm here, nothing is going to happen, they aren't coming to get you, I won't let them," Kaito whispered soothingly into his ear, running his right hand up and down Shinichi's back. Shinichi was glad Kaito was there, as he relieved his running tears into the magician's chest while Kaito just whispered into his ear until he fell into a dreamless sleep.

Shinich's breath slowed, and his grip slackened, but Kaito didn't stop. He was worried for his boyfriend, as the nightmares showed no sign of stopping, and haven't since they started, constantly replaying the scene that ended with Kaito's left arm severely damaged, making it hard to do the more complex tricks he knew, and Shinichi robbed of his sight.

Finally, after several minutes listening to his boyfriend's calm breaths, Kaito shifted their position, careful not to wake the sleeping brunet, so they were both snuggled under the covers. Kaito the leaned in, and whispered softly to Shinichi, kissing his forehead, before he followed the detective to sleep.

"I will always be here for you, Shinichi."

Okay, I have no clue where this came from. Normally, I prefer fluff, but this, I feel depressed just writing it. Anyways, backstory is that, while investigating, Shinichi got caught by the BO, and was about to be killed, when Kaito burst in, taking a shot to the shoulder which severed some nerves to his arm. He got better, but his left can't keep up up with his right, and he can't do as much magic with it. Shinichi, on the other hand, got hit on the head, causing some brain damage that eventually led to him going blind.

…*turns to dog* Kula, why did I come up with such a depressing story(well, not that depressing, as everyone's still alive), from just kissing you on the forehead?

Anyways, first writing of something this depressing. Thoughts? Oh, and sorry for those of you who just read the light hearted previous chapter, I really don't know what came over me to write this. Anyways, it's approaching 11:30 here, so good night.