The Old, The Young, The Bastard, and the Brat

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Chapter Two - Regrets and Jealousy

Eiri Yuki opened the front door of his apartment and stepped through the door. He stood still, waiting for his lover to come towards him like a speeding bullet and latch onto to him. He frowned when nothing happened.

He slipped of his shoes, and hung up his coat. As he was walking towards the kitchen, a piece of paper on the table caught his attention. He picked it up and read it.

Eiri

I dropped by to say hi, but you obviously weren’t here. I’m worried about Shuichi, so I’m going to go and keep him company. I don’t know what happened between you two, but when I phoned him he was totally wasted.

See you soon,

Tatsuha

Yuki frowned wondering where Tatsuha was keeping him company. He went into the bedroom, and found all of Shuichi’s clothes were gone. He sat on the bed and rested his head in his hands. He made a mistake and now he’d pay for it.

He didn’t mean what he had said. He was just stressed, and he was trying to work. He thought back to the other day.

////Flashback////

Yuki was sat in his chair behind his desk, his fingers flying over the keyboard. He had to finish his book today, and the ideas he had flowed out of his head. Unfortunately they stopped flowing as he heard his young lover giggling insanely at whatever he was watching on TV.

Yuki’s fingers stopped typing and hovered over the keyboard. He tried tuning out the noise, and returned his attention to his laptop. But his fingers remained hovering over the keys. He fisted his hands up as he realised his head had gone blank.

He angrily pushed away from his desk and stood up, leaving the room. He stood near the couch in the front room, and just watched his lover bent over laughing. His head began to pound. He walked over to the TV and switched it off.

He turned to glare at Shuichi, who shrank away from his lovers glare. Yuki could feel himself shaking with anger. He just snapped, not stopping to think what he was saying.

“You are really annoying me with your stupid laughing. I have to finish my novel and I can’t concentrate with you here.” His voice rose higher. “You have already ruined my life, I wish to Kami-sama that I had never met you. I really wish I had a lover who was more grown up and responsible. I hate you.”

Yuki turned and went into the bedroom, and packed a bag. He then went back into his study and grabbed his laptop. Then he did something he had never done. Instead of kicking Shuichi out of the apartment, he kicked himself out.

He went to the nearest hotel, and booked a room. He looked around the room, and sighed at the silence. He then set up his laptop and began to work.

////End Flashback////

Yuki got up off the bed and grabbed the phone and dialled his brothers cell phone. He began to grow impatient, and fleetingly wondered what was taking him so long.

“What do you want, aniki?”

Yuki frowned as he heard heavy breathing in the background. That better not be Shuichi he’s fucking.

“Ooh Tat, harder.”

Yuki shook as anger took over when he heard Shuichi’s voice. He heard more heavy breathing, and a banging noise.

“What the hell are you doing?” Yuki shouted into the phone.

“Just…oh kami-sama, you feel so good. Not doing much aniki, what do you want?”

“Tell Shuichi I want him home now.”

“I don’t think so. He doesn’t want you anymore, he’s mine now.”

Yuki heard loud moaning and Shuichi’s scream before the line went dead. He put the phone down, then left the apartment. He walked down the street, mumbling something about killing his little brother. He entered the nearest bar and sat down, ordering a strong drink.

He downed the liquid in his glass, closing his eyes as it burned his throat. He felt tears behind his eyes, but didn’t let them fall. He refused to believe it was over. He would get Shuichi back. He also wondered what had happened between his brother and Ryuichi.

He continued drinking, thinking of how to get his lover back.

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Ryuichi was also in the same bar as Yuki. He was sat at a table in the corner, staring into his glass, wondering why he was a complete baka. He really did love Tatsuha more than anything, and being with him made him so happy.

So why the hell did he dump the younger man? He was feeling particularly depressed. His birthday was the other day, and while he was drunk, he thought of the age difference. He had thought of that fact many times, and he finally did what he never wanted to do. He dumped his koibito.

He wished he hadn’t left Kumagorou at home, he needed comfort. He was also wondering if he could get Tatsuha back in his life, even though he said some horrible things to the younger man. Damn, he had truly screwed up this time.

Standing up, he stumbled over to the bar and ordered another drink. He gaze settled on the blonde sat at the bar. Yuki looked up and met his eyes. They stared at each other for a moment.

“Your lover has stolen my Shuichi.” Yuki mumbled.

Ryuichi’s eyes widened. His hand fisted up and he downed his drink, ordering another one. He had to think. Shuichi wouldn’t do this to him, would he?

He sat down beside the drunk blonde and they each told the other what had happened, each coming to the same conclusion. They had to win back their lovers.

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The next morning Ryuichi found himself face first on the floor of his apartment, having no memory of returning home. A groan to his left revealed Yuki also lying face first next to him. At least they both still had their clothes on.

He sat up cautiously, his head banging, and realised why he had a hangover. Yuki had told him that Tatsuha and Shuichi were now lovers. He couldn’t believe his friend would betray him. But then again, it was his fault in the first place.

And what Yuki had done to his lover was as bad as what he had done to his. He can vaguely remember Yuki and him stumbling through the door and passing out on the floor.

He got up and went to make some coffee. Yuki was sat on the couch, his head in his hands when he left the kitchen. He sat down beside the younger man, and handed him a cup. He grunted a response and drank then hot liquid.

They both knew that they had to try and get their lovers back. They just hoped it would be easy. But then again, why would the other two make it easy? Especially after what Yuki and himself said to them.

He groaned. This was all so fucking messed up, not even Kumagorou could comfort him. He needed Tatsuha.

After they had finished their coffee, they left the apartment and made their way towards NG. They needed to talk to Shuichi, and if that didn’t work, they would have no choice but to ask Tohma for his help.

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As they neared the NG building, they paused as a motorcycle stopped outside. They watched as Shuichi and Tatsuha took off their helmets, and lean into each other.

Yuki marched over there and pulled the two men apart, glaring at his lover. Shuichi glared back.

“What are you doing? You have to stop this nonsense, I want you to come back home Shuichi.”

Shuichi looked at the author like he had grown another head. He turned and caught Tatsuha’s lips with his own, kissing the younger man with everything he had. They broke apart, gasping for air. Tatsuha smirked as he climbed back on his motorcycle and drove away, passing Ryuichi, who looked heart broken. The younger man nearly stopped, but this was all part of the plan, so he pulled back on the throttle and sped away.

Shuichi turned once to look at his former lover, then turned away and walked into NG. Yuki stood staring, his hands fisted at his sides.

Ryuichi stood beside Yuki as they both tried to calm down. They then made their way into the building and up to Tohma’s office.

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