Disclaimers: Nothing nothing nothing; I do not own the movie Risky Business, the song contained therein, or FY itself, or—and this is the real blow to my heart—Nuriko. **sniff**

Warnings: Please note that the rating of the fic has changed to R. ^^;; And it’s not like the last story where it was R for a long time without reeeally needing it. I’m pretty sure this chapter needs it.

Notes: **wave wave** I did this instead of putting in more time studying for my French exam, which will commence in exactly one hour and forty-five minutes. ^_^() And Ryu-chan…thank you for all your excellent help on this chapter. I couldn’t’ve done it without you. ^_^

Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum.

Dum dum dum dum dum dum dum dum…

I slid across the room in my boxers, my rainbow socks, and a T-shirt, a broom held up to my mouth, and began to lip synch:

"Just take those old records off the shelf!
I’ll sit and listen to ‘em by myself
Today’s music ain’t got the same soul!
I like that old time rock and roll!

Don’t try and take me to a disco!
You’ll never even get me out on the…"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" I screamed, as I turned toward the window to see a familiar face with its lips pressed against the glass, jumping backward and stumbling into the arm of the couch. Genrou pulled his face away and gave me an evil grin, motioning with his hand toward the door. The broom clattered to the ground as I put my hands angrily on my lips. "What are you doing here??!!" I demanded, mortified. "It’s ten in the morning!!! It’s Saturday!! You’re supposed to be hung over!!!"

He rolled his eyes, cupping a hand to his ear to show he couldn’t hear me, and pointed more vehemently at the door, disappearing around the side of the house.

With a "hmph," I made my way over to let him in, switching off the stereo on the way. I flung open the door to find my friend leaning his arm nonchalantly on the door frame.

"Ya know, for a guy who’s so fuckin obsessed with havin fuckin rainbows and shit on his socks, the fuckin shorts’re kinda boring," he informed me.

I flushed. "What’re you doing here?"

He sauntered inside. "What? Can’t a guy come to fuckin keep his pal company? I gotta fuckin look in on ya, kiddo, bein home alone, and all."

"Sai left less than twelve hours ago!"

"There, ya see? Not a fuckin day has gone by, and yer already fuckin dancin around in yer fuckin undies. Guys got any frozen waffles?"

I followed him into the kitchen, arms crossed. "I didn’t even know you got up this early."

"Who’s talkin about fuckin gettin up? Gotta fuckin go to bed first before ya fuckin get up. Ya want blueberry, or plain?" Glancing around the door of the freezer, his eyes trailed down to my boxers, and he turned back. "Plain."

"You stayed out all night?"

Heading to the toaster, he gave me an amused look. "Fuckin calm dowwwn, Dad! Not like it’s the first time it’s happened! And it’s fuckin Friday night!" Once breakfast was inserted into the appropriate appliance, he leaned against the counter and folded his own arms. "So how long’s the fuckin life mate gone?"

"He said it shouldn’t take too long. He’ll be back tomorrow, or maybe even tonight." I boosted myself onto the counter across the room, folding my hands in my lap. "You need some caffeine, or something?"

"Nahh, I’m okay. Any of that shit, and I’ll be bouncin off the walls."

"Yes," I agreed. "We’d want to avoid that. Well, wanna hang out for a while, then?"

"Sure I wouldn’t be cuttin into yer fuckin karaoke fun?"

I fixed him with a tired look.

"Ch," he said. "Sure, got nothin else to do. But, ahhh…ya gonna fuckin put some clothes on, or what?"

~*~

We spent the afternoon watching ‘America’s Funniest Animals’ on Animal Planet, which Genrou apparently found hysterically funny. I thought the jokes the host made were really kinda lame, but Gen-chan made me laugh in spite of myself with his own reaction. When I said as much, he gave me a "Duhhh, ya think?" look and said, "Well, shit, man! The crappy jokes are what makes it so goddamn funny!"

"So, basically," I summed up, "you just watch this show to laugh at the host?"

"Well, that’s a fuckin big part of it, but look, there’re fuckin birds attackin people!!" He roared with laughter as an unsuspecting old man was swooped down upon by about six Canadian geese.

What a nut, I thought, but I laughed anyway.

Around five o’clock, after eating a full box of blueberry waffles and half a leftover pizza, Gen-chan decided that he ought to go back to his room and take a nap or something before hitting the bars again. I offered to let him stay at Sai’s and sleep, but he shook his head and waved his hand and said he had to change his clothes, anyway.

"What?" I said, feigning surprise. "You actually change your clothes?"

He glared at me, eyes narrowed slightly. "M’not a fuckin slob, ya know."

"You’re okay to drive home?"

"Fuck, Ryuuen; m’not drunk! M’not so tired that I’ll fuckin wreck, or anything." He grabbed his coat and opened the door to go, waving. "I’ll see ya tomorrow, I think Miaka wants ta do somethin before she drives back to fuckin Perry."

"Okay! Have fun, Gen-chan…try not to pass out, okay?"

He grunted, got into his car, and revved the engine before backing out of the driveway.

For the rest of the evening, I decided to actually get some work done. I went upstairs with a bowl of pretzels and lay on the bed with my books, taking notes about blah blah blah for the evil thesis, which wasn’t due until the end of the semester, but which was giving me a fair amount of stress anyway.

Around eight o’clock, I decided that Sai had been one hundred percent correct about the house being lonely when no one else was there. I hadn’t been alone since…well…since my parents went out of town over the summer, and Kourin and Rokou were both gone, as well. Sure, I had a single room, but there was always someone just down the hall, right next to me, all over the place. Lost in my moment of loneliness, I crawled over to the bear Sai had given me and put my arms around it, putting my head on its stomach.

Well, whatever I did, I decided, I had to hear someone talking besides me. So I grabbed the pretzels and the bear and trundled downstairs to watch TV. ‘Whose Line Is It, Anyway?’ was on, and that show always made me laugh, so I smiled and settled into the couch.

Not fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang.

It startled me for a second, but then I grinned and raced over to get it, excited at the prospect of friends coming to see me. Maybe it was Miaka; she’d said on Wednesday that she and Taka would try to stop by!

However, the face that greeted me when I opened the door was even better.

"Sai!!" I cried happily, and jumped into his arms.

He looked tired, and put his arms around me rather tentatively, but laughed as I hugged him, stepping into the house with me in tow. "Miss me?"

"You’re early!! Oh, I’m so glad you’re back! You were right; this place is too big to be in alone, how do you deal with it every day?? You need a cat or something. How did it go? How come you had to ring the doorbe…"

He cut me off with a kiss, always an effective way to get me to shut up. When he pulled away, he smiled. "I forgot my key. Stupid of me. I’m glad I asked you to stay here, otherwise I’d be stuck."

"I’m really glad you’re back," I repeated dumbly. "Uhhhh…do you want anything to eat? I didn’t really have dinner, I could make baked potatoes, or something…"

"No," he shook his head. "I’m not very hungry…but thank you. Would you be disappointed if I just went up to bed? I think jet lag is getting to me."

Slipping my hands down to his elbows, I frowned slightly. "Are you all right, Sai?"

He closed his eyes. "I’m fine. Just tired, as I said."

I smoothed down the front of his trench coat and looked up at him. "Are you sure? You seem…sad. Did something happen?"

"Ryuuen," he said, "I promise you, I’m fine."

But…I knew there was something on his mind. I wasn’t gonna press, though; I figured he’d tell me sooner or later. Slipping my hand into his, I gave him one of my best reassuring smiles. "Okay, let’s go to bed then. I’ll come, too…I really missed you."

Still smiling, he nodded and motioned for me to lead the way. It was still relatively early, but then, I’d also gotten up early, and I would probably fall asleep pretty quickly now that Sai was back.

When I got back from washing up, he was wearing a pair of blue silk pajamas, which I thought was funny, since I was really the pajama person in the relationship, and he usually just stuck to boxers and an undershirt. Maybe he was trying to be more like me, or something. Awwww!

As he climbed into bed beside me, fumbling with the lamp and bringing it down to the lowest level, I looked at him quizzically. "You gonna wash your face and stuff?" Man, if he’s too tired to do THAT, he must REALLY be beat!

He looked at me and blinked, his face blank. "Ahhh…do you want me to?"

I shook my head slowly, wondering if he was sick or something. "Not if you’re too tired." Are you suuuuure you’re okay? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want to be annoying. It seemed like he was hiding something, though.

When he didn’t respond, I decided to try to comfort him without actually saying anything. Scooting over closer, I snuggled my cheek against him, snaking my arms around his torso. He held me lightly, and I started to really worry; why was he being so awkward? He’d never been this way before, not ever!

Truly distressed, I pulled my head back to look at him. "Sai…" I began, but very quickly, he put a stop to any dialogue between us with another kiss.

I blinked. My, my…he’s really kissy tonight, isn’t he? Well! I guess…he missed me, then. He went away and he missed me!! Maybe he IS just tired. Of course he still wants to be with me, if he’s kissing me.

I felt so loved, so needed, surrounded by his warmth… But then… something… happened. All of a sudden, his kissing got a lot rougher than I was used to; all of a sudden, there was something gross in my mouth, and my eyes flew wide open. I made a sound of discomfort to try to make him stop, putting my hands lightly on his shoulders…but…all that happened was…he shifted so that he was lying on top of me, and didn’t make any move to stop.

My mind was racing, going around and around in endless circles, trying to process what was happening. I knew what was happening…I knew what was happening. But I didn’t understand… After all we’d talked about…

The next whimper that escaped without warning was louder than the last, and he pulled his mouth from mine.

"What’s the matter?" he panted, his arms on either side of me. His hair was mussed, his lips swollen; his brow had twisted in confusion.

I wanted to cry; I wanted to scream, to ask him why he was doing this, especially after what he’d said two nights ago. You said you’d wait, I wanted to say, you said you wouldn’t make me! I would’ve dealt if you’d said you wanted it, but why did you have to lie?! WHY?

What I actually said, confused and helpless and scared, was: "Nothing."

He looked at me closely; I couldn’t meet his eyes. I actually dared to hope that it was over, that he’d remember what he said, and what I said, and just hug me and say it was all right, that he didn’t mean to scare me, that it was just nerves, or something. But then he leaned forward again, pressed his nose to my neck, and started kissing me there, and started moving against me again.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear. "I love you so much…come on, don’t you love me, too?"

My breathing got quicker, close to panic, as he moved above me; I was frozen.

"I know you love me," he moaned, wrapping his hands around my wrists. "Show me. Show me you love me…"

Something hard pressed into my leg, and I clamped my mouth shut to hold back a sob. I didn’t like this. I was terrified. But I loved him…I loved him, and I had to prove it.

And I did. My hands curled into fists, my nails pressing into my palms so hard that I think they started bleeding. I closed my eyes, blocking out the sight of that face…that beloved person, who had always listened to me, who had always asked me how I felt, what I thought…And now…

And then came the voice inside my head; a soft, gentle voice, which curled around me and comforted me, and said…

I trembled.

Quiet, invisible hands stroked my face as a tear fell from the corner of my eye, trailing down into my hair.

I tried to fight the voice, but something made me obey against my will. Gasping, I forced myself to look at him, look right into his eyes. And I saw…

I knew Saihitei’s eyes. I knew them better than I knew my own hands. And the ones above me, staring down upon me in twisted passion, were not his.

Still frozen, even with this new knowledge, I could only stare at him in panic.

My arms quivered uselessly; I willed them to move. With every hitch of my chest, I willed them to move, to push this stranger away, to make him stop.

They twitched, and before I knew it, I was screaming, batting at his evil face with all my might. He let out a grunt of surprise as he flew off of the bed

and landed with a thud on the floor on the other side of the room.

Shaking harder than I ever had before, I lay staring at the ceiling, chest heaving, still feeling him on me…his mouth on mine, his hands…

The strong voice had gone now; what spoke to me now was my own. It was as if I was in a trance. I sat up slowly, turning my trembling legs so that they hung off the side of the bed, and slowly slid down. Making my way over to the crumpled form on the ground, I had a brief moment of terror where I honestly believed that he was going to spring up again, like a movie, and try to hurt me again. But he just lay there, still, as if he was dead.

Slow motion.

I walked over tentatively, stumbling more than once because the shaking in my knees would not stop. Half way there, I stepped on something round and smooth which shattered beneath my foot, cutting into my heel, and I gave a brief whimper at the pain, falling to my hands and knees…

…And strangely enough, before my eyes, I saw him fade. I saw Sai’s features melt away from his face, melt away like wax to reveal who was really underneath.

Long, silvery hair…a long, painted face, slender nose, slim build…

I knew the face from my dreams. Red and blue and white and black…I remembered. And always in my dreams, I recognized him for who he really was.

Chuin.

Any question of how and why fell flat in my mind, and I crawled painstakingly over to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt.

I dragged him over to the closet, my normal strength weakened by my uncooperative limbs and the tears that blurred my vision. Somehow, I managed to get him inside, and stretched up to press the outside lock on the door. When it was done

I laid my forehead against the smooth wood, shut my eyes and stifled another sob. But soon, I couldn’t help it, and I was gasping harshly as I tried to keep myself quiet.

The thought frightened me badly—He’ll hear you, and he’ll come back! He’ll come back if you cry!—and I scrambled away to the corner, drawing my knees up to my chest, covering my mouth with my own hands. Squeezing my eyes shut, I welcomed the darkness…

But even with my eyes shut, I could still see him.

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