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Special thanks to my lifesaver Hi No Miko…. Wuwuwu…. Without him /her this would be really.. uh…. -_-

Fufufu… I started writing this LAST YEAR, 1998, December! Will you believe it? Heehee… It could have been 1997 for all I know, I can't remember anymore. Hmm. Should be 1997, or the first half of 1998. I never thought I would finish this, but now… I changed "Danielle" to "Yoshiki". Well, it wasn’t supposed to be lemon, and even as a yaoi it was supposed to be the GIRL was inhabiting the body… Well I've changed my mind! Hoho! And of course, I didn't know Hyde existed then… -_- Before I continued on Saturday, April 17, 1999, I only finished the first 1,167 words of the fic!
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She was terrified. She knew someone was out to get her. She jerked her head around, and thought she saw a vague figure following her in the dim alley light. She was not sure, and the tension was enough to suffocate. She wanted to get out of there quickly. She had never been so scared in her exact whole sixteen years, and it was not a pleasant experience to relate to.

She began to run; she was so desperate. She heard footsteps, faster than before, and she was sure that there was a second set of footsteps behind her. She ran into a dark corner, and she found her feet leading to a row of deserted houses. She decided to hide there, till the man decided to go away. She took one look and decided to skip the first three. They were boarded up nicely, and she was sure that she had not had the time or strength to force them open.

She tried the fourth door. Locked. She looked at the last house. A new yet spooky looking house with a Spanish touch to it. Last hope. She turned the knob, praying that it was not locked.

Great. She ducked inside, trying very hard to lock the door from inside, failing miserably. She took one step forward, realizing that there was a mouse scuttling across the floor in front of her. Shocked, she screamed.

She tried to shut her mouth up. Succeeding, she realized that he probably heard her and knew where she was. She realized that she was trapped. Frantically she tried to find a place to hide, hoping that he would not know where she was.

Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and dust flew up as she ran scuttling like the rat. She no longer cared about the pests, which settled there, nor did she care about her dirty long skirt or her messy golden curls. Fear kept her adrenaline pumping. She found a stairs leading upstairs and found a room with a bed and a cupboard.

She opened the cupboard, half-expecting to find a skeleton popping out suddenly. Finding no such silly fears coming true, she hesitated. She heard somebody coming up the stairs and wasted no more time. She ducked in and closed it as quickly and as lightly as she could. The door of the room opened, as if being slammed against the wall.

She held her breath, wishing her heartbeat would not sound so loud.

The cupboard handle rattled. The door flew open.

Again, she screamed.

***

Yoshiki was following her. His beautiful Celeste. How long he waited for her… And how much he needed her, it all could not be expressed in words. But he knew that he had a chance as much as anyone else.

There was as much chance of him failing as much as succeeding. He knew what he was going to do if he failed. He was going to kill her. He'd thought of it carefully. His car was somewhere near, ready for the transportation of her corpse. What a pleasure for his car to pick up Celeste. To take her for joyriding-- that was his wish. But it would not be joyous unless she agreed in the first place.

He was insane for that night. He had been insane many times before, and had gotten away with it legally. However, his conscience haunted him as did the faces of the loved ones who had refused his love. He wanted everything that he wanted to belong to him. And his love for Celeste was stronger than any love which he ever had before. Killing them had been a way of revenge, of devotion… At least he once held something that was most important to them. Their life.

He carefully kept his steps down, but Celeste started to run. Cursing, he ran after her, trying to catch her and tell her that he was not that type of pervert. All he had wanted to do was to tell her how much he loved her… And he had not had the courage after following her for so long. He could not even call out her name, as if there was a barrier between his mind and his vocal chords.

She ran into the street of deserted houses. Oh, that he had been to a lot of times since his childhood. As a child he was very curious. And he liked ghosts. But he never did find one in the houses.

He could tell which one she was going to go into-- she had to go into one because it was a dead way. The Spanish-looking house. The first few were either locked or boarded, and it had taken him quite sometime to figure out how to go in.

She was not exactly very relaxed.

Then he heard a scream. Mice-- he figured, the place was full of them. And they were big. Either that or spiders. They had a habit of building webs and hanging down from them to scare you all of a sudden. Or at least he had that kind of experience before.

He got into the house. He looked around a bit, before deciding that she would be in the first room upstairs. He had observed her for such a long time that he knew her. Kitchens were not quaint in old houses, and the living room had no hiding places. In a rush you would most probably run upstairs and go into any place you think might cover you. Besides, he was a psychology expert.

He decided to go up to the first room. It was most probably where she went, he decided. He took one look and decided to open the cupboard. There was nothing but a rotten old bed and that sturdy cupboard.

He threw the door open and saw her there, eyes wide and face pale. "There you are, Celeste," He smiled his best smile, a little bit nervous.

She screamed. "Yoshiki!" Her eyes finally recognized a bio class friend. "Help me!"

"Come into my car," He replied, "And you will be far from here in no time."

She nodded, glancing around as if the pervert whom she feared might be there.

***

They were in Yoshiki's car. Celeste felt strange in this place, since she had never spoken to Yoshiki. But she wanted to be safe from the unknown pervert whom she never saw, and Yoshiki seemed like a person to trust.

"Yoshiki, we've reached my home."

"Never mind. Let's talk for a while," He said, his face seemingly darker in the dim light.

"Yoshiki? Yeah, sure, but I have to be home soon."

"Spend this time with me, just this once, okay? I need to know what to do."

"What happened?"

"You see… I've fallen in love with you."

Her smile faded. "I'm sorry?"

"Please, come with me."

"No," She backed into the door. "This can't be. You can't be in love with me, this must be a dream."

"It's true," He said.

"But… Yoshiki shuns my path, he hates me. You liar!"

"I don't-"

She began crying. He wondered what for, it was true. Was she hoping it was not real? He struck her, and out of a corner of her mouth came a drop of blood. He hit her again, and she sat there sobbing, huddled in a corner. He drove off, to his father's ice box.

***

Celeste watched as Yoshiki drove them away from her home. No, this isn't Yoshiki, she decided. She continued crying, and looked up. They were coming to an unfamiliar part of town, and God knows where it was.

He stopped the car; she felt the jerk. "Go out," He said, and she felt something hard against her back. She obeyed.

He led her to a big house, she guessed it was one of those warehouses. Sobbing, she followed, through the door, into an icy cold room. There were a few crates around, empty crates, but that was about it. The silence was so loud it hurt her ears. He closed the door and shoved her down to the floor. She screamed, and he belted her with the handle of the knife he was holding.

She backed away till her back hit the wall. Desperately, she reached for the nearest crate and threw it at him. He dodged it easily, and approached slowly. The knife glistened in the dim light, the coldness of the steel stabbing her icy heart. She bolted for the door, but he stood in the way. He grabbed her hand and twisted it, so that she could not move. Smiling evilly, somewhat sadly, he used the knife to stab her… Until she never had the chance to say no anymore.

When her soul finally left her body, he realized what he had done. And there was no getting his Celeste back. He began sobbing, and hugged her already icy corpse… Getting a hold of himself, he put her into a crate, and drove out to a forest somewhere far away. He kept the knife, though, to remind himself of what he had done, even if it was not the first time. The knife had became a bloody lover.

***

Yoshiki was a teacher. He had never inspired to be one, but he changed his mind. His dream was to become a musician, a well known musician. Yet his past haunted him, and he could not face everyone of the floor. Being a teacher, he was kind, and helpful, even though there were "rare" occasions where he lost his temper and let it get the better of him. However, he never killed again.

Yoshiki was thirty-two, turning on thirty-three. He was transferred to another school, and it was his first day there. He was late, because of some bastard who crashed his car. He had promptly bashed the guy's nose in, and rushed off with his car, a headlight dragging on the road, which finally fell off at a junction. His temper had gotten better during the years, yet he was like an explosive which could explode anytime.

He grabbed a cup of cold coffee down the hall, and strolled over to the class. He could *hear* it from where he was. Sure wasn't going to be a easy job, he realized.

Yoshiki finished the coffee and threw it into a bin. Marching into the class, a paper airplane zoomed across in front of him. Someone's loud and horrible laughter were heard, and the chatters were simply too loud.

"STOP FOOLING AROUND EVERYBODY!" He yelled, feeling his blood boil. The class immediately went all silent, shocked at the man's explosion. "GET BACK INTO YOUR POSITIONS!"

Everyone quickly dashed back to their seats. Satisfied, Yoshiki began to introduce himself. "I'm Yoshiki Hayashi, your new chemistry teacher for this year. Annoying me is dangerous. If you cross my path…"

Of course, he did spend the entire period of the day joking with his class.

***

The second day, he had an accident with a young boy. He was just walking around the corner, and someone crashed into him.

"Shit," He muttered.

"Sorry," The boy muttered. "I didn't mean to…"

"That's okay, he mumbled, not even looking at the boy, and picked himself up. The class was noisy, but it had not been as noisy as it was for the first day. He could not hear them from the second storey that day, so he figured it was pretty good for a new teacher. He was in a good mood. The schedule was quite free for Tuesday, so Mister Yoshiki Hayashi was one relaxed dude.

The young boy sighed with relief and dashed into the chemistry class.

Yoshiki's eyebrow raised as he realized that the young boy was from his class. By the time he reached the door, everyone was silent and in their places. Yoshiki mused to himself, he loved teaching that class.

"Goooood moooooooooooorrrrnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiiing Mister Hayashiiiiiiiiii……"

"Today, we are going to learn about the effects of reacting metals with alkalis…" He started. "Oh, yes, I haven't seen you yesterday."

He pointed to the young boy sitting alone at the back. He was the one whom he had bumped into, Yoshiki noted. He was easy to recognize; He was the only one wearing a purple leather jacket and tight black leather pants. Yoshiki approached the boy. A closer look revealed that he was wearing a chain which looked like barbed wire.

He was pretty good looking, Yoshiki blushed. His eyes were small and double-lidded, and looked so seductive. His short soft hair was a light blond, so light that it almost seemed white under the artificial light. Yoshiki's heart almost skipped a beat, when the boy turned to look at him. He did not seem frightened, or anything; he was even smiling slightly.

"I just came into this school today."

"Oh." Yoshiki nodded. "Your first day and you're late."

The class snickered.

"But I'm new here, too. I just got transferred in this year," Yoshiki smiled. "What's your name?"

"…Hyde."

"Hyde?" Yoshiki repeated. "Nice name. You've got no lab partner, right? Hey, come to the front. I'll be your lab partner."

Hyde nodded, not too sure whether he wanted to be happy or nervous. Mr. Hayashi was a nice man; he liked him immediately. He followed him to the front row, where the entire row was empty. Yoshiki knew that people slept in his class during theory, which was why the back seats were so popular. But he chose not to care. He did so and scored straight A's in Chemistry when he was in high school. Well, he had a reason to. He learnt from his friend outside of class. It was far more interesting, besides, Yoshiki always had a slight crush on that friend.

Hyde was pretty good in class; Yoshiki could not help but notice that he seemed to know everything. He wondered why Hyde was in that crummy old school, but never did ask.

***

One day, after school was over, Yoshiki went into the lab to prepare some models of molecules for the students. It would have taken less than ten minutes, as long as he could find the apparatus. The lab attendant just *had* to be on leave for that day, Yoshiki thought.

He fumbled around the storeroom, but it was one huge supermarket. Sighing, he decided to go home instead. When he opened the door, someone bumped into him.

"Yaaahhhhhh!" It was Hyde, Yoshiki noticed, after recovering from his heart attack.

"Uh, I'm sorry!" Hyde stammered, "I'm here to return the models."

"Oh, no wonder I couldn't find them." Yoshiki smiled. Hyde handed him the models, and followed him as Yoshiki went in. When he noticed Hyde, he told him, "Hyde, you can go home now… Hyde?"

Hyde was very red in the face, Yoshiki could see.

"Are you sick?" He asked, concerned. Hyde shook his head.

"Mr. Hayashi…" Hyde looked away. Suddenly, the laboratory seemed very quiet. They sat there for a moment; Yoshiki realising that his heart was beating faster than it should have. He was rather uneasy; he had been having dreams of Celeste, his old flame, recently. He still had not forgotten the girl. But he also had been having bad dreams about the new boy. That was not good, not as he was a teacher, and he was a student. Plus, they were both males, and if the school board found out… He'd be roasted.

"Uh, is that supposed to be a model?" Hyde suddenly asked, pointing to the humanoid shape which Yoshiki had been forming. Yoshiki blushed when he realized that he should have been paying attention to the molecular figure which he was trying to make, but now that Hyde was here, his attention was shot. Desperately, he pulled everything apart, and some landed on the floor.

"Sorry, it just hasn't been a good night for me," Yoshiki explained, and bent to pick it up. As he bent, Hyde grabbed his shoulders and stared into his eyes. And it was STARE. "Wasn't a good dream…"

Hyde pulled him closer and kissed him, aggressively. Yoshiki gasped, and attempted to push Hyde away. It had been only a half-hearted resistance, which was futile. Hyde continued to kiss him, taking Yoshiki's breath away. Yoshiki's heart pounded painfully within his chest. It pounded so hard that Yoshiki was almost afraid that Hyde might have heard it. Hyde's tongue forced its way into Yoshiki's mouth, exploring the insides. Hyde could smell a faint fragrant smell of coffee in Yoshiki's breath. It was obvious that the guy was having trouble staying awake at all.

Finally, Hyde let go of Yoshiki, letting go of his own lust, and stood up. He turned around and started to go away. "Expel me if you want," He told him, swallowing hard. Dumbfounded, Yoshiki watched as Hyde opened the door, and went away. Yoshiki did not make the molecule models that day.

***

Hyde stood outside the lab, his heart pounding. He stole a glance at the door, as if expecting it to open suddenly. Yet it did not. Sighing, Hyde strolled down to the garden. It was not usually quiet, even after school, because the band members practiced there. Deciding that he wanted some time alone, he went over to the stadium. He knew that all the basketball players there were busy practicing, too busy to notice him. He was alone.

Cursing himself, he pretended to take out a book and read, but could not concentrate. He was wondering what would happen to him. Would Hayashi suspend him, or would he counsel him? The possibilities were endless. He closed his eyes, feeling them burn under the lids.

Recently he had been having strange dreams. In those dreams, he was a girl. But he could not remember what were those dreams about. And he knew that Hayashi was in the dreams. Sometimes, he would remember Hayashi, and he would start thinking about him. Hayashi was truly the prettiest person he had ever seen, male or female.

He was, however, unaware of his own attractiveness to Yoshiki. Yoshiki stood by the stadium entrance, watching Hyde intently. Hyde had reminded him so much of Celeste. The Celeste whom he could never have gotten back.

Yet Hyde was so much different from Celeste. He knew that there was something about the boy, yet he could not quite fathom what. Instinctively, he hid behind the wall when Hyde looked his way. He started walking away, while the molecule figures lay on the lab floor, forgotten.

***

Hyde grew tired of sitting down in the stadium. Besides, it would be locked pretty soon after the players had their practice. He stuffed the book back into his backpack, and walked back to his locker. He had been student in the last school in which Hayashi taught, though he was not in his class. It was a really good school. When Hyde had received his yearbook, the first picture he had seen was Hayashi's. His short, cropped hair framed his flawless face perfectly, and he was smiling. He was beautiful; the skin was so pale it was white. In his confusion he had thought that Hayashi was a girl.

Yet, when he saw the picture, something felt as if it was growing inside of him. He began having dreams, those dark dreams of Hayashi… He thought it would help if he found Hayashi. He asked for a transfer, which the school gladly allowed him to enter. He had his parents' address changed to a non-existant P.O. box, and kept his parents in the dark about that matter. But it seemed not to turn out so that he found the answers; his own desires had eaten him away. He never thought that he would have felt for Hayashi, until the first day of school. Hayashi was the first one to treat him well. Obviously people did not like his leather. But to annoy them, he wore them everyday to school. It was not that he was lacking of clothes whatsoever.

There were a few people who did like his leather, but they were all too dark and gothic, or punk, for him to like them. He just belonged nowhere.

He sighed again. He walked out of the school, to an old dirt path beside the field. It was a nice silent place for him to be, yet the winds were always too strong. He rushed across the field, and came to the road. He walked along the sidewalk.

Suddenly, a car stopped. It was Hayashi's car, he realized. He stopped dead in his tracks. But he could not take up the courage to face Hayashi anymore.

"Where are you going, Hyde?" Hayashi had wound down the window and poked his head out of the car.

"Home."

"Can I give you a ride?" Yoshiki asked, not too sure of himself. But he needed to talk to Hyde.

Hyde would not have agreed even if the image had not flashed up in his mind, but it did. It was an image of Yoshiki's back, driving. He could remember that he was very scared, but… Hyde turned, and ran away.

***

Hyde did not come to school the next day. Yoshiki tried calling up Hyde's home, but some old lady told him that it was a wrong number. He could not locate Hyde's home in the street directory. Yet he had so much to tell him. He loved Hyde, he had not taken long to realize that.

He had asked everyone in the class why Hyde did not come to school, but no one knew. A few days passed by without his thoughts resting. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Hyde's grin. And that was not good.

Not good as he could not find Hyde and come to terms with him.

One day, he went to meet up with his old friend, Hide. He was the one who had been coaching him Chemistry in high school. Hide was working in a little restaurant, the cozy kinds where students loved to hang out. It was not a big industry, and played oldies instead of the latest boy bands. Of course, Yoshiki appreciated that.

He drove over, and stopped. Hide was busy with a customer. Yoshiki sat down and waited. Hide's back was blocking the face of the customer, not that he cared. Hide's uniform was a funny shade of purple, light purple, which was a contrast to his sharp and bright personality.

Finally, Hide finished taking down the order and shoved it into the small groove in the wall for the cooks to get. Yoshiki waved Hide over, and Hide sat down beside him.

"Hey, customer, what do you want?" Hide chirped cheerfully, and tossed the paper and pen to him. Yoshiki snickered. Hide had a great sense of 'self assertive'. He tossed it back.

"Aren't you supposed to do the job?"

Hide smirked. "The usual iced tea and burger?"

Yoshiki nodded. "Throw in some fries while you're at it."

Hide wrote them down, folded it into a paper airplane, and tossed it at the groove. Missing it, he ran after the paper plane. Yoshiki laughed, all the while watching him.

"Oi, HIDE!" Someone from the kitchen yelled.

Hide grinned and waved to Yoshiki. "I shall return!"

He collected the dish and went over to the table which he just served. While waiting, Yoshiki's eyes caught something familiar, as he stared at the customer. It was Hyde! Yoshiki felt his heart cry out. He stood up, wanting to go over and talk to him.

***

Hyde was at an unknown place in town. He was skipping school so much, and had so little to do. He wanted to avoid the awkwardness of even seeing Yoshiki. The dreams were haunting him more than they should have at night, and in the day he had found it hard not to be thinking of Yoshiki all day long. The more he thought about Yoshiki, the more he loved him; the more he loved him, the more he wanted to forget him. And the more he wanted to forget him, the more he thought of him. What a vicious cycle, Hyde mused painfully.

He was staring out of the window. The little restaurant had a nice view. He wished he had found the place sooner; even though it was too far from anywhere which he usually went to. Still, he would not mind travelling.

Lost in thoughts, he hardly noticed the happy waiter. Yet as he turned his head to receive his food, he saw someone walking towards him from the corner of his eye.

It was Hayashi. Hayashi stopped, and Hyde bolted up and out, bumping into Hide. Hide dropped the tray. He ran after Hyde, out of the restaurant, and finally caught hold of him. Unknown to everyone, Yoshiki's hobby, other than being music-related, was to run marathons.

Hyde only felt so helpless as he gazed into Yoshiki's dark soft eyes, his mind turning. He had wanted to see Hayashi so much, it was driving him insane.

"Hyde…" Yoshiki trailed off, not sure of what to say. "Let's go to a quieter place where we can talk."

"So, he was going to counsel me," Hyde muttered. He followed, but Yoshiki was going back to the shop. While Hayashi talked to his friend, the cheery waiter, Hyde sat and waited. They sat down, again, and this time, ordered some food. The waiter came in no time, and Hayashi briefly told him not to bother Hyde and him for the moment. He obeyed.

Hyde's watched as his fork dug into his cheesecake. He was hungry, but was also not in the mood to eat. The cake tasted very good, he thought mildly. Finally, Hayashi spoke.

"Since that day, Hyde… I want to clear things with you." He took in a breath. "I…"

Hyde shook his head. "If you want to counsel me, you can save your breath. I have more things to do than listen to you."

Of course, he did not mean it. But Yoshiki took it seriously. "Hyde, I wanted to tell you that I don't blame you. I… I… I love you."

The last three words were barely a whisper, unheard except for Hyde. He dropped the fork, and it clanged onto the side of the plate. Finally, he lowered his head. He was trying not to cry. Yet the feeling was so strong, it could not stop flowing up to the top of his heart. He nodded.

Yoshiki wanted to cry, too. Yet it was not the time. He must be strong, he had told himself ever since he had lost Celeste. He killed her because he wanted no one to take her. Solitude was unbearable. It made him weaker. If he had been strong, he would not have killed Celeste in the first place.

"Let's…" Hyde uttered. "Go to another place… To talk…"

Yoshiki nodded, smiling truthfully. He called Hide, and motioned that he was bringing Hyde somewhere. Hide offered to pay for them, and sighed, as both of them left. With a ragged sigh, he wished Yoshiki good luck.

***

They went back to the lab. In fact, it had been quite late by the time they went back to school. Breaking in was easy; Yoshiki had the keys. They had to scale the walls to get into campus though.

They sat down, the moonlight pouring through the window, making a beautiful picture of Hyde as he sat there, by the window, looking out at the stars. Yoshiki said nothing as he gazed out, too. Such a love came once in a lifetime, he thought feverishly. Hyde was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

"Want… To talk?" Hyde finally asked, turning to look at Yoshiki.

"Sure!" Yoshiki replied, softly. "I told you… I loved you straight from the start… I never realized it until you kissed me."

Hyde sighed. He was not smiling. In fact, his expression was one of pain. "Mr. Hayashi…"

"Call me Yoshiki."

"Yoshiki… I really wanted you to know… I… I had been thinking of you since last year… Remember, when you left that school? I was in that school. I saw your picture in the yearbook. It was the first picture I saw of the yearbook… And I started to have dreams at night… I thought by finding you, I would be able to solve the questions that I had in mind, but I only went forward and fell in love with you…" The stars were twinkling brightly outside. It was gorgeous.

Yoshiki nodded. They said nothing, again.

"I'm surprised you're not wearing your usual leather," Yoshiki commented. "Nice outfit."

"I don't always wear leather…" Hyde gushed. He fingered his shiny violet jacket, and parted them a bit. Yoshiki could see that Hyde was wearing a brown shirt underneath. Yoshiki suddenly felt like pulling his jacket apart. Blushing, he turned his head up to look at Hyde in the face, to discover that he was staring at him intently.

"You look nice in both," Yoshiki told him, trying to restrain himself.

"I know," Hyde mumbled. He took off his jacket, and snuggled up to Yoshiki's chest. One of his hands caressed Yoshiki's neck, and the other rested on his back. Yoshiki closed his eyes. It felt so good to have a loved one pressed against his body. He could feel the warmth of the young boy. He wrapped his arms around the small body, and opened his eyes. He gazed into Hyde's black pupils, and they kissed again. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Yoshiki could almost hear the boy's heartbeats. The kiss grew deeper as each second passed by, leaving a deep mark on both of their minds.

Hyde began to tug Yoshiki's jacket off, and Yoshiki allowed him to do so. Yoshiki started to kiss Hyde's neck, tasting the sweet soft skin. Hyde gasped involuntarily, as his hands pressed harder against Yoshiki. He could already feel an erection starting to swell, as Yoshiki lifted his shirt up, tasting the skin of his stomach. Hyde's hand somehow managed to find Yoshiki's hair, and played a little with it. Yoshiki had Hyde lying on the floor as he licked his left nipple, his wet tongue flicking out to toy with it for a moment. Hyde moaned again; the pleasure was too much for him to bear.

To Yoshiki, the moans were music to his ears. Hyde had a gorgeous voice to begin with, and the mere thought of Hyde writhing and moaning under his touch was simply too great to bear. He stopped kissing Hyde, only to gaze at him fondly and painfully.

Yoshiki was crying. They were just mere tears, yet those tears meant a lot to him. The wind blew in through the open windows, and both of them shivered. Yoshiki undressed Hyde, slowly, and kissed him again, wishing that he could somehow tell Hyde how much he loved him.

Hyde's hands had somehow found their way under Yoshiki's shirt, and moved against Yoshiki's bare skin. Yoshiki welcomed the touch, the caresses, and let his tongue continue to explore Hyde's chest.

Yoshiki was still crying, Hyde could not help but notice, as his tears dropped onto his skin. His mind was too much in utopia, but he wanted to share whatever pain which Yoshiki felt.

Yet he could not find the energy to speak out. Yoshiki had managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans by the time his consciousness was even close to reality. Hyde withdrew his hands from the warmth of under Yoshiki's shirt, and his fingers were grasping at the cold hard floor. He could hardly keep his mind clear anymore. Yoshiki wriggled his jeans down together with his underwear, exposing his already throbbing erection. Hyde felt it throb worse, as it was exposed to the air.

Yoshiki quickly moved out of his pants. He turned Hyde around, and started to dig into his hole. Hyde gasped, as the pain grew with each finger added. Yoshiki's other hand took hold of the boy's chest, protectively, and Hyde felt free from all danger. He trusted that Yoshiki would not hurt him. Yoshiki finally began to thrust himself in, slowly. Hyde gasped again and again, painfully, with each thrust. Yoshiki was careful to take it slowly, in case he hurt the young boy. But he wanted to be inside Hyde so badly. After pausing for a painfully long time after each thrust, Hyde had found the pain to recede and it added to his pleasure. His own member was impatient, but Yoshiki was not finished. Finally, after one last thrust, Yoshiki was fully inside of Hyde. The virgin held him tightly, and Yoshiki emitted a groan. He began to come, slowly.

Hyde felt Yoshiki's warm fluid enter his body. He stiffened, moaning and gasping louder than before. His erection grew to its utmost, with no relief at all. He wanted to just relieve it, but he could not think rationally. He whispered Yoshiki's name, knowing that Yoshiki would help him.

Yoshiki did. He took hold of Hyde's member and stroked it expertly. Both of them exploded at the same time, their bodies rocking in sync, both of their minds locked in one embrace. They lay there for a moment, gasping, regaining their breaths.

Yoshiki held Hyde in his arms, unmoving. Finally, he withdrew himself from Hyde, who was already far from exhausted. Yoshiki kept himself from dozing; he knew there would be school tomorrow. Then again he would always be the first one to be in the laboratory. He allowed himself to doze off, occasionally waking up to just feel Hyde laying on him, the warmth of the boy against his body, and only to doze off again.

***

Hyde felt a nudge. At first he refused to wake up, the sleep was just the best he had had for weeks; but Yoshiki tickled him. Hyde sat up with a jolt and a laugh, and Yoshiki smiled at him.

"I have just cleaned up the lab," He told him.

Hyde blushed, realising that it was his semen that Yoshiki was referring to. He felt sticky all over.

"Let's clean ourselves up before we do anything," Yoshiki suggested. Hyde shivered, and nodded. It was then that he realized that he did not have anything on. They grabbed a towel and wiped themselves clean, and put on their clothes. The lab was in perfect condition that day, but both of them were incredibly tired. So, Yoshiki got the class to watch a video while both of them dozed off in the darkness of the video room.

For both, it was the first time that the dream of Celeste was not haunting them, and it never came back.

***

Yoshiki and Hyde were together for a long time. Hyde had left home after his parents carved bacon off his ass for not going home for one night. He went over to stay at Yoshiki's, whom of course did not mind.

Thanksgiving was drawing near. Yoshiki wanted to go back and visit his mother, who still lived in the old house. Hyde had nothing to do, so he went along.

To Yoshiki's mother, Hyde was just like a little brother to Yoshiki. Yoshiki wished that he could let his mother know of their true relationship, but he knew it was impossible.

After Thanksgiving dinner, they wandered around the area for a while. Hyde had found an old house. Yoshiki realized it to be his father's icebox, where he killed Celeste. But Hyde had wanted to go in, thinking that they could most probably be alone for that night in there.

Yoshiki felt the chills as he opened the door to the icebox. Suddenly, Hyde felt scared. The feeling radiated throughout him like death, numbing him. He wanted to run away, but he was rooted. As the door opened to expose its interior, Hyde suddenly saw himself, as a girl, throwing a crate at a young man, and being stabbed to death.

They stepped inside. Hyde's face was unreadable, as Yoshiki moved the crates aside. Just as he was moving a certain crate, a bloody knife fell out. It was the knife which he had used to kill Celeste, he remembered.

Before he could even bend down, Hyde had bolted for it.

"Hyde?" Yoshiki asked. "Hyde!"

It was not Hyde. The strange young boy lunged at Yoshiki, who dodged. After a few rounds, he had Yoshiki backed to the same corner where Yoshiki had Celeste backed against sixteen years ago. He stabbed Yoshiki, over and over, in the heart.

Finally, the knife clattered to the floor. His voice was a girl's voice, it was filled with pain. "Yoshiki, I loved you. I dared not tell you so, and I did not believe it. But you did not give me the time to think. It's revenge time, Yoshiki. I love you."

As Yoshiki's vision blurred, he saw Celeste fly away from Hyde's body. When Hyde realized what had happened, he cried and yelled Yoshiki's name, over and over again. Yet it was too late for this futile attempt; Yoshiki's body was already cold.

Suddenly, Hyde could see someone. It was Yoshiki.

"You are definitely more than Celeste," He said, and smiled again, this time, more painfully. Yet he was not crying. Hyde remembered that he had forgotten to ask Yoshiki why he had cried the first time they made love.

As the vision faded, Hyde took the knife, and fingered it. He threw it back, and managed to find old tanks of kerosene and gas at a warehouse just beside the ice box. He blew the place up, closing his eyes one last time to say goodbye to his love forever…
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Wo ho! Sunday, April 18, 1999 1:41:04 AM

Finished… in one day……… I'll write the conclusion tomorrow… Whew.

Okay! Yo! Good morning! Umph… I had roti prata and mee siam… so full… Anyway, the best sound track would be Aaron Kwok's album "Ai Ding Ni", skipping tracks 1, 6, and 8. Those were the fast songs which are not even worth listening to. *ahem* Well, I finally finished this… The reason that I allowed Yoshiki to be 32 years old is that Hyde was 16, and Celeste was 16 at the time she was killed. So, counting all the time, Celeste's spirit did have a chance to reincarnate / be like Youko Kurama. Well… I love the sex scene more. Well, track 8 is okay… I think…
 

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