Lies

Shuichi bounced around the kitchen, making brunch for him and Yuki. His lover was still fast asleep in his bedroom, and Shuichi didn\'t want to disturb him. As he bounced around, he cautiously checked his arm. The scars were stil bright red and had not yet faded. Shuichi sighed. He really missed wearing tank tops, but for his sake and Yuki\'s sake, he continued wearing the long sleeved shirts. He quickly scrambled the eggs, and checked on the toast. He heard a groan as Yuki walked out of the bedroom, his eyes surrounded by dark circles.

\"Morning Yuki!\" Shuichi smiled, kissing Yuki lightly on the lips. Yuki didn\'t respond, but merely sat down at the table. Shuichi shrugged, and got Yuki\'s plate. \"Have a good sleep?\" Yuki shook his head.

\"I kept on waking up in the night,\"

\"Bad dreams?\"

Yuki slightly nodded. \"They\'re just dreams, Yuki-chan! Here, eat. It\'ll make you feel better,\"

Shuichi put a plate of hot food infront of Yuki, but he merely resorted to playing with it. Shuichi sat down across from him, literally inhaling his. Shuichi hadn\'t eaten in almost two days, since he always left in the morning to the bar down the street. Shuichi looked at Yuki. \"I\'m going out today again Yuki, I\'ll be home later on tonight,\" Yuki snapped his head up and looked at Shuichi.

\"Again?\"

Shuichi nodded. Yuki cocked his head to one side. \"Well, fine. I\'ll get some peace and quiet again, it was nice yesterday,\"

Pain shot throught Shuichi\'s heart. He didn\'t even miss him. He managed to smile as he cleaned up his plate and grabbed his pack, blowing Yuki a kiss and leaving.

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Time flew by fairly quickly. Yuki would lock himself in his office while Shuichi would drink every night, and come home, lock himself in the bathroom, and cut. He was just a bundle of emotions and scar tissue now.

Yuki walked into the living room, and saw Shuichi writing. He was writing fairly quickly, so Yuki knew he wasn\'t writing a song. He was never the type to come up with good lyrics that fast. Shuichi looked up and smiled, closing the leather bound book. Yuki did not question the book, he merely sat down and kissed Shuichi. This must of caught Shuichi by surprise, as he jumped when Yuki captured his lips. When they parted, Shuichi had a glaze over his eyes. \"It\'s been a while since you did that,\" he smiled.

\"I need to kiss you too sometimes,\" Yuki layed Shuichi down on his lap, and began playing with his pink hair.

\"What\'s been new in your life, Yuki?\"

Yuki shrugged. \"Not much. The novel is getting nowhere. And how about you? Whatever happened to the tank tops?\"

Yuki yet again questioned the lack of \'on the edge of slutty\' tank tops that Shuichi wore. Shuichi sighed, almost painfully, Yuki noted. \"Dunno. Life hasn\'t been too interesting.\"

\"Hmm.\" Yuki got up, and looked at Shuichi. \"I think it\'d be best if I worked on the novel some more. Deadline is in six weeks, you know,\"

Shuichi nodded and watched his lover enter that forbidden place and disappear from sight. He soon decided to go out drinking, since there was nothing else of importance he needed to do. Writing Yuki a quick note, he set off once again to the little bar.

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Yuki sat at his desk, holding his face in his hands. He had six weeks till deadline, and he hadn\'t even written a sentence. He couldn\'t even think of a plot for the damn thing. Although all romance stories went the same way. Boy meets girl. Boy loves girl. Boy overcomes big obstacle. Boy gets girl. The end.

Yuki suddenly noticed the mess on his desk. Pictures of himself and Shuichi were scattered everywhere, and he assumed Shuichi was going through them the other night. He picked up one of Shuichi and himself on their first date. He smiled at the memory, and then noticed a shiny object that had laid underneath. He picked it up, and held it in the palm of his hand. At first, it looked like a plain old shaving razor that was from the bowl in the bathroom. Yuki was about to discard it, when he noticed something else.

The razor was bloody.

Yuki dropped the razor and he jumped out of his seat. Shuichi cuts? My Shuichi?

Yuki grabbed all the photographs, looking for something, anything, that could disprove this theory. Unfortunatly, he found nothing. My Shuichi...My Shuichi has hurt himself...and I haven\'t noticed?

Yuki tried hard to think of times that Shuichi could of cut, but nothing came. Suddenly, it dawned on him. Shuichi had been wearing long sleeved shirts alot lately, disappearing all day, and coming home reeking of drugs and alcohol. Yuki\'s heart dropped.

He dragged himself to the living room, and sat himself down on the floor. He slid his hand through his silky hair, and then put it on the ground to support him. It slipped under the couch and Yuki heard a small clang as his hand hit something. Yuki grabbed the item, and slid it from underneath the couch. It was a shoebox, the one that had been in his office weeks before, and then suddenly disappeared. Yuki\'s heart quickened as he slowly opened the lid. A bloody rag and more razors met Yuki\'s eyes, and Yuki nearly screamed, pushing the box away from him.

\"This...can\'t...be...\"

Yuki tried standing up, but he merely fell back onto the ground. As he fell back down, something was knocked down from the coffee table. It was a note from Shuichi.

Hey Yuki!

I went out again with Hiroshi. I\'ll be back late tonight, don\'t wait up!

Love Shuichi

Lies. Shuichi was telling lies. Yuki ripped the note to little pieces, and began sobbing.

\"...Why...\"


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