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Echo in the Birdcage

Summary:

"I'll keep you, I'll keep you safe with me, no matter what it takes...no matter what I have to do, this time I'll keep you."

Yuto died a year ago. His former boyfriend, Shun, still thinks it's his fault. Yuuri tells Yuya to say away from Shun, seeing the red flags, but Yuya is hurting from losing his brother too, so shouldn't he and Shun try to heal together?

Shun wouldn't ever do anything to hurt him.

Right?

Notes:

For real take these tags seriously, okayyyyy? ^^; I should mention, although you should take the tags seriously, there is no actual rape in this story, only an attempt. There is a lot of other nonconsensual action, though, thus the tag. Please step carefully.

Just the notes here, this is an AU, the Yuuboys are all quadruplet brothers with Yusho and Yoko being their parents; Yusho is away for work most of the time. The bracelet girls are not related.

Everyone's aged up, the Yuuboys and the girls are all 18, Reiji is 21, Shun is 20, etc.

I SHOULDN'T BE STARTING THIS NOW BUT WHOOPS HERE WE ARE

I'm taking a darker turn with some of my fic lately I'm gonna have to write so much fluff to make up for this hahaaaaaa ^^;

Chapter 1: Before

Chapter Text

“Are you sure you don't want me to drive you home?”

“It's all of two blocks, Shun. I'll be fine.”

“It's later than you normally go back, though. Let me at least walk with you.”

“No, no, I promise, it'll be fine. You're so overprotective.”

The boy laughed, though, pushing the other gently, teasingly. The other didn't look particularly convinced.

“Call me when you get there. So I know you made it.”

“Yes, mother.”

The shorter of the pair smiled, his teeth gleaming in the light streaming out of the other's door way. He leaned up to give the other a gentle kiss, a kiss that lingered for perhaps a little too long as the other's hands slid around his waist briefly.

But then he was breaking away, smiling with a small laugh.

“I'll see you tomorrow,” he said. “Love you, Shun.”

“Love you, Yuto.”

Another dazzling smile that glimmered in the light, and then he was turning around and disappearing, his black sweater vanishing into the darkness of a midnight city. The other stood at the door for a little while longer, staring out into the darkness as though he could watch him all the way back home.

Finally, the silhouette turned back into the house, to wait for him to call when he got home.

To wait for a call that was never coming.