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Legacy	By : hayri2011 Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > X Japan Views: 1432 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Yoshiki or Hide. I only own the original characters. The events in this story are not true and never happened. This fictional story is soley for entertainment purposes and I make no profit off this.

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I must be sicker than I thought. I'm hearing things. Things that make no sense.
“That's impossible,” I hear myself say. Is that really my voice? It sounds so monotone and flat. “My boyfriend is dead.” My boyfriend is dead. My boyfriend is dead. My boyfriend is...
“Yes, well...” he glances around the room uncomfortably. “When did he die?”
I've kept no track of time. It felt like yesterday, but for all I knew, it could've been years ago.
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I woke up to the sound of knocking. Grumbling, I start to sit up, then immediately fall back down as the sunlight hits my eyes and pain shoots through my head, like I've just been hit by lightening. As much as I try to will whoever's knocking to go away, it doesn't work.
“Just a minute!” I shouted, being rewarded by another wave of agony. I roll out of bed and look for my clothes, glancing at the clock. 6:25. It was WAY too early for this shit.
“Goddammit,” I mumbled, still searching for clothes. Why the hell were they way over on the other side of the room? I smiled to myself as I remembered last night. Oh yeah. That's why. Speaking of Hide, where was he? Why wasn't he answering the door? Lazy bastard.
Throwing on my shirt and jeans from last night, I stomped over to the door and yanked it open, ready to scream at whomever interrupted my sleep. It was Hide's brother, Hiroshi. I never really liked him, and now I had another reason not to.
“What?” I asked shortly.
“Good morning!” he said brightly, smiling the smile he and his brother shared. Of course, on him, it was less adorable.
I snorted in response. “What is it? I WAS sleeping.”
“I was wondering where Hide was. We were supposed to go to Kyoto today.”
“This early? What are you, nuts?” Hide never got up before noon at least after a hard night of partying. Where was he, anyway?
“Well, we were gonna get an early start so we could beat traffic...” Hiroshi trailed off as he looked over my shoulder. “Where is he? Getting ready?”
“I don't know. I woke up and he wasn't there. Probably in the bathroom or something.” I let go of the doorknob and stood aside to let Hiroshi in. “I'll go get him.”
Sure enough, when I got to the bathroom, the door was closed. “Hide, get your ass out of there. Hiroshi's here,” I called through the door.
But he didn't answer me. Maybe he gone to the bathroom last night to puke or something and passed out. Wouldn't be the first time.
“Did he pass out again? Wow,” Hiroshi chuckled and shook his head.
I knocked sharply on the door. “Hide, wake up.”
Nothing. I huffed loudly, irritated. “Come on, Hide. This isn't funny. Get Hiroshi out of here so I can get back to sleep.”
Silence. I grabbed the doorknob, starting to feel worried. Maybe he hit his head and was unconscious?
“Hide, come on! Open up!” I grabbed the doorknob. It seemed heavier than usual. I tried to push the door open, but it wouldn't move. Something was blocking it.
Panicking now, I shoved at the door with my shoulder, putting all my strength behind it. It opened just enough for me to squeeze through, and I threw myself inside, tripping over whatever was blocking the door. I turned my head to look. And started to scream.
My lover, my everything, my crazy happy little rock star, my pink spider, the light of my life, my Hide, was slumped against the door, a white towel around his neck and hanging from the doorknob. His face was puffy and a nasty purplish-blue color, his tongue protruded from his mouth, also a dark purplish color. His eyes were at half-mast, but also bulging from their sockets, like they were about to pop out. His neck was bent at such a nauseating angle. No human could bend like that.
“HIDE!” Still screaming, I jumped up and ran to the door, attacking the knot around the doorknob. I tried to untie it, but my fingers kept slipping on the brass, and the knot was so tight I couldn't pry it apart. How hard did he pull?
Hiroshi had pushed himself in, shouted “SHIT!”, and pulled out his pocket knife, cutting the towel down. Hide fell sideways to the floor with a heavy thump.
“No, Hide, nononononono, oh God, NO!” Blinded by tears, I tried to pry off the noose from around his neck. His neck, that gorgeous long neck that just last night I had covered in kisses and love bites, was bright red from the abrasion of the towel. I could see marks in his skin that matched the rough fabric, and tiny scratches where his nails had cut as he struggled to release himself. I finally got the towel loose, and whipped it off of him to reveal an ugly, bruised ring of skin. I dragged Hide away from the door and cradled his head against my chest. My tears fell into that bright shock of pink hair as I bent over him, rocking back and forth, calling his name over and over. He couldn't be dead. He couldn't be. The world wasn't cruel enough to take him from me.
Hiroshi appeared with two strangers, who came over and started to take Hide from my arms. I clung tightly to him and shook my head furiously, repeating his name like some strange mantra. One of them tried to pry my fingers from him, but I jerked away and dug my nails into his arms. They'd have to kill me before I let go.
Hiroshi, that bastard, helped the first guy hold back my arms, while the other pulled Hide away and started to take him out the door. I screamed, reaching out for my lover, trying to scramble to my feet to run after them. I was the one who always took care of him when he drank too much. Didn't they know that? I was the only one who could make him well again. He had told me so once.
Hiroshi was saying something, but I couldn't hear. All sound was gone, and my whole world narrowed down to Hide, lifeless in that man's arms, disappearing from the room. As he disappeared, so did the light, and I was left in total darkness.
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“Miss Donovin? Are you alright?”
I snap back to reality. My vision is blurry and my cheeks are wet again. “What's the date?” I snap, sniffing loudly.
He jumps a little, as if not expecting me to speak. “I'm sorry?”
“The date? What's the date?”
“July 6th.”
“Two months...it's been two months...” I mumble to myself. Had it really been that long? Time had stopped for me.
“That makes sense, then. We'd have to do more tests, but I'd guess you're about two months along.”
The room suddenly starts spinning, and I fall to the floor with a loud crash. I can hear the doctor calling my name, but it sounds like he's a million miles away.
“Miss Donovin? Miss Donovin! Nurse! Come quick!”
Dammit, my name isn't Miss Donovin. It's Mrs. Matsumoto. He promised it would be.
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