Save Me From The Dark

~ Reaching the bottom~

Suguru sat in the empty recording studio playing a simple tune on his keyboard as he waited, he had gotten a note from someone telling his to meet him in the studio at the end of the day.

The sixteen year old wondered who had sent him the letter.

For the last few months he been feeling a heavy amount of stress on his mental state, when no one was around he would sneak a drink of alcohol or pop some pills, the occasional cigarette would be smoked when he had a long time to be alone.

His band mates had no idea that their friend had a very dark side to his life.

For a while Suguru would act very strange, arriving late for work which was very odd for him to do.

The only one who really noticed a difference in the boy was Hiro, he started to worry when Suguru had come to NG one morning with the faintest hint of smoke and alcohol on his clothes.

After a month of spying on his friend Hiro knew he needed to speak to Suguru before something truly bad happened.

Little did the guitarist know that he may just be too late to save his friend from his now destructive path.

Hiro walked into the studio and looked at his green haired friend as he sat turned away from him

“ Hey there, I didn’t think you would show up” he said walking in and closing the door, the sound proof booth would keep their conversation a secret.

The keyboarder turned around slowly to face his band mate, his skin was extremely pale since he barely took care of himself anymore,

“Yeah I’m here, what did you want to meet about ?” he asked his voice still soft as ever.

Hiro gave a strained smile “ Suguru, I need to know why you’ve started to come to work with alcohol and smoke on your breath?” the red head asked grabbing his friends shoulders to keep their eyes in a locking gaze.

The younger teen looked away “ Hiro, please mind your own business and leave my life out of it” he said bluntly as he pulled away and left the studio.

The red head just stood there he had tried and failed to get his friend to speak out on what was really bothering him. “ I just have to keep trying, he can’t keep it in forever he’ll have to talk some time about what’s wrong” Hiro remarked to an empty room before leaving and turning the lights off and locking the doors behind him as he went home to his apartment.

He decided not to follow Suguru that night since the teen might be expecting him to do that since their little talk didn’t go so well.

The keyboarder walked down a side street till he reached his destination a small doorway that led into a bar that he visited regularly at opening and left moments before it closed in the early morning hours.

He sat at the bar and began his long journey down the bottle, soon he was done with his fourth drink. Finally Suguru rested his head against his arm as he looked across the bar at how empty it was.

“ What’s got you bummed this time kid?” the bartender asked as he filled Suguru’ s glass once again,

The teen looked up over the edge of his arm “ My friend questioned my lifestyle, it just really bugs me that he would do that. I mean I don’t question how he lives” Suguru said emptying the glass again in one shot.

Paying for his drinks the green haired boy left the bar and walked down the street to where his small rented apartment was; glancing over his shoulder he kept a look out for Hiro.

Walking up to his floor he unlocked his door and closed it behind him, removing his shoes and passed out on the couch.

Weeks went by, the air in the studio was tense around Hiro and Suguru. When Shuichi would try and talk to them about the tense situation they would just scream at him to keep out of it, which always ended in two very tense musicians ready to start screaming at each other and one in tears sitting aside.

Suguru started to look worse he barely spoke to anyone anymore, after concerts he would leave right away sometimes still in his concert outfits.

He could be found in the same bar every night after work and after every concert.

Hiro was starting to truly worry when his friend came into work one day still wasted from the night before, Suguru had looked awful during practice that day.

Hiro promised himself that the minute they were done he was going to have a very long talk with Suguru.

When they were done for the day Shuichi left to meet up with Yuki for a dinner at their apartment, before the keyboarded could run like out he normally did Hiro grabbed him and pushed him to the floor and straddled his legs blushing slightly in the process.

Suguru tried to push the older man off but didn’t have any luck.

“ Damn it Hiro why are you doing this?” the teen asked as he struggled.

The guitarist held his friend down “ we need to talk and you always run off so I’m making sure you don’t run this time.” he said sternly. Suguru finally gave into being pinned to the floor, “ Alright I’ll talk now will you get off me” he demanded looking up at his red headed friend a lock of his auburn hair fell against his cheek.

Hiro leaned back he didn’t know if he could really trust his friend to stay and talk to him.

He grabbed Suguru’ s wrists and removed his belt quickly and bound him.

“ Hiro what the hell are you doing?” the younger teen demanded. He felt a twinge of something in his waist and involuntary let out a light gasp of pleasure when Hiro moved up his body when he looked for something to tie his belt to keep Suguru still.

The guitarist raised an interested brow to his friend.

“ Did I hear you correctly, was something you like more of ?” Hiro asked very softly pressing his hips against Suguru’ s just test his friend.

The very quiet boy had let out moan our that was a cross between begging and screaming making Hiro thank any god like entity listening to his prayers that they were in a sound proof booth and everyone else was gone.

Suguru leaned his head back as he panted lightly trying to regain his calm demeanor and keep his mind clear as he was being tortured.

Hiro smirked “ Since you won’t talk to me then just listen to me as I talk, Suguru... I’m really worried about you and I know about the drinking and I want you to stop..” Hiro said pressing his lips against Suguru’ s mouth as he ground their hips together even harder sending the boy in ecstasy.

Suguru opened his eyes in shock Hiro was so bold, he struggled till his mouth was free a look of fire burned in his eyes.

“ Stop..right now...I swear if you don’t stop I’ll cry rape...” he said the flames of anger burned deep in his dark brown eyes.

The guitarist pulled away in shock and looked down at his friend.

“ I’m sorry about that Fujisaki...” the auburn haired man said coldly as he unbound him and left the booth to go home where he could be alone; he didn’t mean for it to go like that at all.

Days after the sound booth incident K announced that Bad Luck would have a concert in Yokohama that would put Bad Luck on the map as the blonde American manager put it simply.

Shuichi had been bouncing around the room in happiness he had called Yuki with the news who had simply told the boy he already had a back stage pass from Touma and that he wouldn’t miss the concert for anything.

Suguru sat quietly in a corner of the room away from everyone as he looked at a notebook full of notes from school.

Hiro sat against the wall tuning his guitar a bit every so often he would look up at Suguru; when their eyes met the keyboarder would glare and look back his notes.

The look that Hiro was given made him feel awful, he wanted to pull the teen in his arms and apologize for what he almost did to him.

It had been almost three months since he and Ayaka had broken up the long distance relationship just wasn’t working for them, but they were still friends when ever she was in the city they got together to talk over coffee.

Hiro had realized he didn’t love Ayaka anymore that he was in love with his friend and his band mate. Now that he had figured Suguru’ s second life other than the band and school he was constantly worried about him every minute.

Suguru left the room silently before going into the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror, his pale face looked back him telling him that his choice of how to live was wrong but he didn’t know if he could change back to normal.