Addiction

Addict

Summary: AU Yukimura Sanada fic.
Disclaimer:I don’t own Prince of Tennis. Not at all.
Warning: implied drug abuse
Author’s Note: For Ahotep and because Yukimura and Sanada...are married.


Four

****Six Months Ago****

Sanada paced the waiting room, he sat in the chair and he got up again, he ran his hands through his hair and he sat down again. He saw Yanagi and Kirihaya but he didn’t care. Why was he at the hospital where Yanagi worked, why had he called Kirihaya?

He sat down again and cursed, wiping his eyes.

This wasn’t the first time, but he promised it be the last. Just like the last time...and the last time.

They came up to him he knew those looks. He didn’t want to hear it so he looked away. Where was the doctor?

“Genichirou.” Yanagi said tonelessly.

He wasn’t going to look at him. He refused. They didn’t know how hard it was, how he begged, how he relapsed. It wasn’t his fault.

The man grabbed his arm and he still didn’t look.

“I thought you were putting him in rehab?”

“I did!” he said, snatching his arm away. “...I did...” When he finally looked up again, he could see Yagyuu had come and Bunta and he turned his back. Not this. Not this again.

The sympathetic glances were tired, tired of this, tired of him. Jackal told him that maybe he should consider giving Yukimura up. He’d cursed him out that day and told him he never wanted to see him again. Niou asked if there was anything they could do and got angry when Yukimura relapsed three days after the rehab he’d paid for.

So yeah, he’d tried. But Yukimura always went back or...

“You know he gives him anything he wants...why do we even bother.”

He could hear them. Kirihaya was so conspiratory.

“He needs help. We just need to get them to commit to something.”

Yagyuu always did have a level head. He didn’t want to be here so when he saw the doctor he rushed forward without looking back, meeting him in the hall.

The man took off his glasses and looked at Sanada. “He’s extremely weak. I was told this isn’t the first time he’s been hospitalized?”

The man didn’t know what to say. “Can I see him?”

“Yes...but you need to realize, his body can’t take this anymore. Next time...he’ll die.”

Sanada just walked away quickly, heading to the room Yukimura was in. H elooked through the tiny window. It was good he was asleep.

He went in and saw him move. It was...repulsive.

Skin moved over bone and he could nearly see the sinew. He was thin from the drug.

Those eyes opened, a stunning blue in a dying body and Sanada wanted to sob. He went over to the bed and brought the chair closer, Yukimura closing his eyes again.

“...Seiichi?”

“You brought me here again...”

“...I didn’t know what to do. You wouldn’t move.” he defended weakly.

“I hate hospitals...”

It was like a dry whisper, his voice. And Sanada swore it would ignite. Yukimura’s lips were dry and cracked and he reached for the glass of water, offering it, only to be rebuffed.

“I want to go home...” he said, moving his arm across his stomach.

Sanada watched the IV move with him and shook his head. He couldn’t take it. He leaned his forehead against the edge of the bed and cried.

“Why won’t you stop? Please Seiichi, just...can’t you stop?”

Yukimura looked off into the distance, the night outside his window reflecting his appearance. “Help me.”

“I’m trying!” he cried in anguish. He looked up at the boy and Yukimura looked at him, those eyes seeing right through him. He smiled and lifted his skeletal hand.

“Please help?”

Sanada didn’t feel any difference when that hand caressed his skin. The only thing he could imagine was Yukimura’s warmth, his cheeks flushed and healthy as they made love or watched television together. He couldn’t accept this...this now, whatever it was.

He closed his eyes and nodded, those lips scraping the corners of his eyes as his tears were kissed away.

“I want to go home...please take me home?”

“They won’t let me till you’re better.”

Yukimura looked at him then away. “Do you still love me?”

“Of course!” he said, taking his hand gently. “I wouldn’t be here if -.”

“Yanagi said I’m breaking your heart.”

Sanada shook his head. “I don’t care what they say. We can do this, together. I can help you...we’ve just got to try.”

The frail youth nodded, getting comfortable on the pillows. “I want to go home...”

The man stood up then, placing a kiss on his forehead. “When we get home...we’ll have a welcome home dinner and...maybe we can...make love.”

Yukimura nodded absently and Sanada wished it were possible. His lover hadn’t been his lover in well...over half a year. Doctors said it was the heroine, others said it was because Yukimura got his fill when it was time to pay for his fix.

He didn’t know, he didn’t care. He’d help him. He’d bring him back.

He left the room then, rushing past the group gathered there. He didn’t care about them right now.

Yukimura wanted to go home.

**

Blue eyes opened and a sinister smile split Yukimura’s face as he turned to his visitors.

“Well Yanagi...Sanada says he still loves me. With all his heart. He’s taking me home.”

The doctor frowned and Niou spoke up. “He won’t love your dead, failing carcass!”

Yukimura winced dramatically, a hoarse laugh coming from his lips. “I’ll do what I want. I’m fine anyway...I just had too much.”

Bunta didn’t know what to think or say so he just placed the flowers on the stand. Although his own boyfriend wasn’t some sort of addict, it was hard to say no to Akutagawa Jiroh so he sympathized. He turned back and saw the withering glares of Kirihaya and Jackal and wished he were a little stronger in times like these.

He sat in the chair and Yukimura gave him a smile. “No lecture?”

“...I want you to get better...I don’t think I can bring Jiroh by unless you’re good and healthy or he’ll...glomp you and break you in pieces.”

Yukimura laughed. “Everyone else is so angry with me for being sick...” he ran his hand through Bunta’s hair. “Are you still my friend?”

“Stop it!” Yagyuu said. “Just stop it you...Siren! Look what you’re doing Yukimura! You’re destroying him! We all know what you’re doing to Sanada and we want you to quit and get better or...break up with him!”

The boy’s hand stopped in Bunta’s hair. He pulled his hand back and leaned against the pillows, looking tired.

“Sanada...please...”

The man pushed through them and stood in front of Yukimura’s bed. “I want you all to leave.”

“Fuck this shit then. Die!” Niou walked out, Jackal a reluctant second. Everyone heard them argue in the hall for a second and Yagyuu walked out there, the noise dying. Bunta got up and took Sanada’s hand briefly.

“Get better...” he said, leaving.

Yanagi was the last one. He stared at them both.

“You’ll die next time.”

“Sanada...” he moaned.

“Leave Yanagi.”

“And what’s going to happen when your account is empty Sanada? What then? He even sold off your Katana for cash. What will you do?”

“Get out.” the man growled, stepping forward.

“Sanada.” Yukimura said firmer.

Sanada grabbed Yanagi’s arm and pulled him into the hall, closing the door. “Please leave us alone.”

Yanagi shook his head. “If he doesn’t like hospitals and doesn’t do well in treatment, I could arrange a home detox. It’s iffy, but I think he’d respond better to -.”

“Leave us alone. I can handle it.”

“That’s what you’ve been saying for almost two years. What are you going to do when he’s dead?”

“You shut up.” Sanada warned.

“And when you’re broke or when his dealer kills him? Akutsu is a fucking king pin Sanada. He’ll ruin you both.”

“I said SHUT UP!” he shoved the man and Yanagi was forced back a few steps.

“We just want to help -.”

Sanada went back in the room and shut the door, staring down at the floor. Yukimura called him.

“Sanada?”

He took a breath and stayed there.

“Genichirou...now. Please?”

He shook his head and looked up at him, his jaw set. “You’re stopping.”

“What?” the boy looked puzzled.

“You’re getting clean. I mean it.”

Yukimura smiled and held out his hand. “Okay then....help me.”

“I will.” he said, tears in the corner of his eyes.