Author: Jasmine Flame, AKA Mirai. All flames can be directed to jasmine_flame@hotmail.com

Rating: M. Bad Language, Violence. Has anyone noticed they only have PG13, then straight to R at FF.net?

Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi, Ryuichi x Shuichi

Notes: I know everyone is wondering ‘Mirai, what the hell are you doing!’ But I promise my motives for making Ryu-chan go to Yuki will soon become clear! I’d also like to apologize about the grammar in the last four chapters; I wrote them all at three in the morning on one of those coffee/coke/caffeine highs. I don’t even really remember what I wrote! ^.^; *blushes* I hope you can over look them and any others.

Misread Circumstances

“Actually, yes. What did you do to him.”

Ryuichi followed Yuki further into the apartment, his hands shoved in his pockets and a cool air surrounding him.

“No stupid bunny today?” Yuki asked. Ryuichi glared at him but said nothing.

Yuki was getting fed up with this quickly. Sakuma-san had come here and he’d wanted to talk. Now he was absolutely silent.

“I just thought you’d want to know…” Ryuichi started after a moment of silence.

“Know what?” Yuki growled.

“Know that Shuichi was at my place last night.”

Yuki frowned and narrowed his eyes, “I didn’t expect him to run after you like an idiot.”

Ryuichi pulled his hands out of his pocket to cross his arms. His eyes were shining with something Yuki had never seen before, contempt…self satisfaction…and something else.

Ryuichi leaned a little closer and smirked, “He’s good in bed, isn’t he?”

Yuki didn’t have time to stop himself before he punched Ryuichi. How dare he…

“Yuki!”

Yuki didn’t stop and pushed Ryuichi against the wall. Shuichi dropped what he was carrying and threw himself at Yuki, clinging to his arm.

“Stop it!”

Yuki growled and threw Shuichi off him roughly. Shuichi burst into tears and Yuki picked Ryuichi up by his collar, “Both of you, get out.” He growled and threw Ryuichi towards the door.

“Gladly,” Ryuichi sneered and knelt down to help Shuichi up. Shuichi shook him away though and scrambled to his feet.

“Yuki…please…”

“Out!”

Shuichi stumbled backwards before running out of the apartment. Ryuichi glared at Yuki one last time before following him out.

Ryuichi found Shuichi crying outside. He walked over slowly, not wanting to startle him.

“Shu—”

“Why?!” Shuichi cried and stared up at him. His big eyes were full of tears and red from crying.

“I know…I know I said that I wouldn’t say anything...but—”

“He didn’t have to know! It would’ve been all right!”

Ryuichi slowly dropped to his knees next to Shuichi and took his hand, “Shuichi…you don’t understand…now that you and Yuki-san aren’t together…we can be together instead!”

Shuichi stopped crying and opted to simply stare for a moment. He blinked a couple times before pushing Ryuichi aside and jumping to his feet, “What! You think that just because Yuki threw me out…it means that I don’t love him anymore?! I love Yuki! I was stupid…it was stupid…it meant nothing though! I gave you what you wanted; I always try to give everyone what they want. I just want to make everyone happy!”

“Shuichi…I didn’t want to sleep with you…I want you to be with me. Like you and Yuki-san…or Tohma and Mika…forever…”

“No. It’s not forever Ryuichi!” Shuichi cried, “See what you’ve done? Yuki will never forgive me!”

“I forgive you! You can love me, couldn’t you?”

Shuichi wiped his tears away angrily, “No I can’t! I still love Yuki even if he never forgives me. Even if I never see him again and he hates me forever I will always love Yuki.”

Shuichi sunk to the floor again, letting the sobs of anguish and sorrow overflow him. He didn’t care anymore. He didn’t care who saw, or if Ryuichi just disappeared.

“We…we could be happy…” Ryuichi whispered as he watched Shuichi cry. He didn’t know what to do now. He’d done the wrong thing…it was entirely his fault. Shuichi had wanted to stay with him to make him feel better…he had. He had felt better…but it had been wrong. He’d made Shuichi cheat on Yuki-san, just to make him feel better. Now Yuki-san was angry at Shuichi…and Shuichi…

Ryuichi brought his knees up to his chest. He was sorry. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to make Shuichi cry. He didn’t mean to mess this up. He didn’t mean any of it.

Ryuichi dug in his pockets for a moment until he found his cell phone. He barely used it but Tohma insisted he carry it around. He punched in the numbers with shaky hands and brought it to his ear, waiting for it to ring and for someone to pick up.

The call was answered and tears sprang to Ryuichi’s eyes.

“Please…help me…”