Akai Hakai

Yuki pressed down on Shuichi's cut to get the bleeding to stop but Shuichi just kept looking at Hiro with loving eyes.

"Ahou! Nani are doing?" Yuki said to Shuichi moving his hand over Shuichi's eyes trying to get his attention, but Shuichi just kept staring at Hiro.

The youngest fate smiled as she put her clippers away before the Crone or the Mother saw she had them. The Crone said the knotts would become lose and free in time,but they didn't so she cut them and re-knitted them so they were perfect. She hurried back to work before they noticed anything was wrong.

Shuichi stared at Hiro and hearts filled his eyes.

"Eiri-san I was wrong I don't love you!" Shuichi said to Yuki. He stood up and walked up to Hiro and kissed him on the lips making Yuki mad.

Ryuichi wondered where Tatsuha was taking him until they stopped in front of a hotel.

Tatsuha turned back to Ryuichi and asked him.

"Are you sure want to do this Ryuichi-san?"

"Hai, Tatsuha-san I'd love to do it with you" Ryuichi answered in a sultry voice leaning into Tatasuha's shirt while they walked into the hotel.

Yuki grit his teeth at the sight of Hiro kissing Shuichi and felt himself go into a rage. He lanched himself at Hiro and started to punch him lights out. Yuki countinued to until he was pulled off. Then he stood over bloodly Hiro who being cuddled by Shuichi with his fists covered in Hiro's blood.

Ryuichi stood on stage of the hotel singing threw a mic with just Tatsuha as his fans.

"Yeah! Ryuichi shake it!!" Tatsuha yelled smiling from the first row of the theater.

Ryuichi smiled back, doing karekoe was fun and was glad they decided to do it.

Yuki gritted him teeth one last time before turning and walkig the other way.

Shuichi hugged Hiro and leaned him on his back and headed for Hiro's house.

"Hiro don't worry your love button Shuichi will take care of you." Shuichi muttered dragging Hiro behind him.

The Crone looked at the strings of fate and noticed cut marks and opened a portal to see what havic had been done by the maiden's folly's.She saw Ryuichi and Tatsuha's strings were okay. Then she looked at Yuki and Shuichi's threads and saw they were cut and re-kneaded into others. Shuichi's were in Hiro's and Yuki's were in Ayaka's, This wasn't good.

In great pain, Hiro stood up with as much weight as he could possible go on and they both hobbled out of the park as Yuki walked away in the opposite direction never looking back again.

At the other side of town, there was Tatsuha clapping his hands and going totally crazy over Ryuichi...well, even more than the usual. He then poked Ryuichi on the ribs and jokingly said, "Your whole 'Red Thread' of Fate was funny." Ryuichi, who again went up to the front to do karaoke, frowned a bit. Before the song started, he adjusted his microphone. Then, once again, like the god he was, he transformed to that sexy 'I-know-what-the-hell-I'm-doing-and-no-one's-going-to-stop-me' look. At the end of the song, he then closed his eyes for a second and said, "I wasn't joking." Tatsuha still clapped his hands, but his heart skipped a beat. Exactly, some beats to be honest. Ryuichi came over and leaned his hand on Tatsuha's right side as Tatsuha leaned back on the wall. "Do you believe in the red threat of fate, Tatsuha?"

That look...that look was killing Tatsuha... Doki...doki...dokidokidokidoki

"Yes, I do." Tatsuha honestly answered calmly. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

"Prove it to me, Tatsuha." Ryuichi was dead serious.

And Tatsuha looked at him not really knowing what to do with this aggressiveness, but he knew one thing, Ryuichi was even sexier up close...

In his apartment, Yuki angrily closed the door behind him and began to function as if Shuichi never lived there. It was good for a while until the silence settled in.

"Can't stand it!" he said irritated. "What the hell is happening here?" At that moment, someone knocked on the door. When he opened it, it was Ayaka.

As Yuki looked at her, he suddenly became less defensive and he couldn't understand why. "Hey."

"Probably because I'm on the rebound," he thought to himself. "Heh." She smiled and came right in. "Ah, so where's Shindou-san?" Looking around for Shuichi, she thought it was strange that there was no loud voice or whining but dead silence as she sat on the leather couch. "Oh, so he's not here?"

"No..." Yuki said with his teeth grinding, "He's with Hiro-kun. Or whatever his name is." Ayaka gave him a strange look. "Did something happen?"

"Happen..." Yuki got up and lit another cigarette. "Nothing really. That earache of a baka left me for Hiro. That's all."

"Oh..." Ayaka looked down. As much as she felt bad about the whole situation, she knew it was an opportune time to act...

...and catch him when he fell this time.

No matter if you like someone else, your first love will always live on...unfortunately...

She came over to him on the balcony and hugged him from behind. "You'll always have me, ne?" Yuki continued to smoke and look outside. As he did, he found himself lifting his hand and putting it over her own.

When Hiro sat on the couch as Shuichi attended to his wounds, when Shuichi looked at Hiro's fingers, one of his pinkies was bleeding. And a flash went through his head.

"Shuichi, what happened?" Hiro was having a hard time breathing still, but he smiled wistfully at Shuichi through the pain.

"Nothing." he answered as he shook his head and placed a band-aid on it. But he was remembering something. It wasn't just a 'nothing'. He had seen someone's face doing this for him.

Was it that one that he called Yuki in the park? That mean guy that beat up his Hiro???

But how could he ever have a relationship with a guy like that?

As Shuichi was pondering on this, on some street in Tokyo, there was something right going on... Or was it?

Ryuichi was walking away from the karaoke bar with Tatsuha not too far behind him. Tatsuha was looking behind the awesome living god before him with a forlorn look. Here was Ryuichi Sakuma...of all the people he could have asked this question to, had asked him, Tatsuha, a devoted fan, if he truly believed in the red thread of fate. Both of them were so quiet and so deep in thought that they didn't notice that they had ended up on hill that overlooked Tokyo and its city lights. On the railing, Ryuichi leaned his arms and sighed. He didn't want to push Tatsuha...but then again, he had never been so sure of something in his life. Nothing like this. Tatsuha still stood behind him not knowing what to say. The tenseness was getting to him and he sweated inside his trenchcoat. "I..." At that moment, Ryuichi turned around and leaned on the railings with his elbows. "Did I ask the wrong thing, Tatsuha?" Tatsuha bent back a bit at the serious, yet melancholic tone in Ryuichi's voice. It was something he didn't want his idol to do. It hurt him to see him this pained...and over someone like him... Then, Ryuichi sighed and stood up straight to look at Tatsuha right in the eye. "You're a very nice person, Tatsuha."

"Huh?"

"You're so nice that you couldn't find another way of telling me that you don't like me..." Of course, nothing went into Tatsuha's head except that last line.

NOT LIKE YOU?! WHAT THE-?!

Tatsuha wanted to gawk there for a moment until he walked up to Ryuichi and touched his chin so that Ryuichi would again look into his eyes. For Ryuichi, who had embarrassed at having thought of being rejected by the object of his absolute affection, looked at the ground.

"Ryuichi..." Tatsuha then took off his jacket and revealed a red long-sleeved sweater. Holding up an index finger, he nodded at his living and sexy god. Then, with his teeth, he tore a decent sized string. Ryuichi looked at him as the wind blew at the string Tatsuha held between his thumb and index finger. Then, he let it go. Pulling Ryuichi's collar, he kissed him on the lips and then looked at Ryuichi. "I don't care about the red string of fate because I'll always find yours, Ryuichi. No matter what."

"So, does that mean that I get to play with your red sweater?" Ryuichi asked with blinking eyes as he picked up Tatsuha's trenchcoat from the ground.

"Huh? I don't get it, Ryuichi..." Tatsuha said as he scratched his head. With that determined smile as if he were performing, Ryuichi smiled and leaned closer while whispering to Tatsuha's ear as he pulled him to towards the direction of his hotel. "Just shut up and follow me."

"Oh, I love that agressiveness, Ryuichi!!!" Tatsuha had again fallen into that state of happiness that nothing could get into his head at that moment...

"Okay, Shuichi, stop playing around." Hiro said as Shuichi leaned next to him on the couch as Hiro was going to sleep there.

"I'm not. I live here with Hiro, ne? I love Hiro, so I stay wherever he is." Hiro's eyes opened. No matter how much he wouldn't believe himself for doing this, he would have to always hand Shuichi back to Yuki...

"I love Hiro..." repeated inside his head and his closed his eyes with hurt. "I wish..." he had thought as he turned to Shuichi...

At that moment...

"You're not the Yuki Eiri I know," Ayaka said as Yuki was going to kiss her hand. "You would never trade Shuichi for anyone..." She stepped back and searched Yuki's eyes. Yuki was trying to keep his reserve but then, he nodded and laughed to himself. Ayaka then hugged him. "I can't do it," she thought. "Even that's too much for me." She shook her head and left without a word as she took her sweater and ran out the door before she changed her mind. It was at that time that gravity crushed Yuki as a tear came to his eye. "I miss that baka..."

Fifteen minutes later, Shuichi came through the door and jumped into Yuki's arms saying, "I don't know what got into me, Yuki! I think I got so mad that I didn't know what I was doing." Without admitting it, Yuki just embraced him and shook his head.

"I shouldn't have asked that stupid question about the red thread of fate." Shuichi began to sob and whine as he usually did until Yuki shook his head and said, "I don't care about destiny Shuichi." He then took out the lump of red string that Shuichi had dropped the first time he had given to him. With both of his hands, he firmly put it into Shuichi's hands as Shuichi looked at him. "You didn't hear me the first time, Shuichi. No matter what..." He then took the string and threw it out the balcony window with all his might. Then, he looked back lovingly at Shuichi. "No matter what, I'd always find a string connected to you. Even if it shouldn't." Then, he cleared his throat while blushing a bit and looking every which way as Shuichi hugged him and said, "Thanks."

A few weeks later, Shuichi was walking through the park at night. He was again wondering about things about life, himself, music and such, but especially about life. Then, at that moment, he tripped over something in the pathway. "Ow!"

But he began to cry as he picked up what he had tripped on...

Tattered as it was, it still held on strong...

"Stupid Yuki..." he laughed and cried at the same time feeling both sad and happy as he held the red string close to his heart.

-- Author's note: Sorry it took so long and sorry if it seems abrupt. Hope you liked it though!!!!

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