SAR: Inexcusable, I know. I take months, break promises and the result is never what it should be. I'm having incurable writing troubles.

Rinku: Whiner.

SAR: Yes, I know. This chapter is for alot of people and I'm not going to name them all but I will mention wwwwwwweeeeeeeeee () who left me a review today that wasn't particularly special but it got me off my lazy ass and made me decide to finally finish this. It's also for anyone who left me a review at all because there are so many people who just put it on their alert but don't take the time to say 'hey, you totally don't suck at this writing shiz. '

Rinku: Whiner.

SAR: I know, I'm sorry. In my defense I am currently in a horrible mood, sick, being talked about behind my back ( the phrases used were "Retard loving retard" because I stuck up for this girl in a special needs class and "crazy, emo redhead" because apparently people can't think of good insults anymore so they comment on a physical characteristic that I was born with that doesnt reflect at all on me as a person) and am trying to use my super powers to fight off bitchiness in all of its facets but it's a fucking hard battle and I'm losing. :(

Rinku: Such a fucking whiner. High school sucks. Get over it.

SAR: Trying my best. sigh Just wait 'till you get there, Rinku.

Rinku: Silly hoe, I'm a demonic cartoon character I don't go to school! But y'know what I do do?

SAR: What do you do, Rinku?

Rinku: I DO THE DISCLAIMER! SwisArmyRomance owns nothing but Binx, the plotline, her beloved skinny jeans and her artfully aggitated attitude and teenage angst.

SAR: Thanks. STORY TIME, BITCHES!

Chapter 8: I'll Be Your Peter Parker...

While the city's asleep we rule the streets…

"Hey buddy," A voice called out to a blue-haired teenager walking out of a Subway with two other boys behind him. "Remember me?" Binx Itsuru's eyes narrowed as realization dawned upon him.

"Risho," He said. "You look like shit, buddy." The black haired man laughed eerily.

"You'll tell your brother 'hi' for me, yeah?" He asked walking away. The boy nodded and watched as the bad memory of a man walked off into the crowd.

Said brother was walking through the park with a small boy with an oversized cap.

"So this one time," The child continued to rant, much to the young therapist's dismay, "I really wanted this yo-yo but Chu said 'No mate we can't afford it.'" Rinku giggled. "He says mate 'cause he's AUSTRALIAN! Isn't that sweet? So anyways I stole the yo-yo from the store-"

"Stealing is bad, Rinku." Touya chimed in didactically and, he supposed, a bit hypocritically. Rinku stomped his foot.

"Interrupting little boy's stories is bad toooooo." Rinku whined. "Lemme finish!" Touya threw his hands up in surrender and laughing, told the boy to carry on. "So I stole it and I felt all bad and Chu was saying if I was gonna steal I should go steal us some food and not useless…" Rinku paused and peaked over both his shoulders to make sure no one was listening. "…shit." He then giggled at the forbidden word. "I shouldn't steal any useless shit. So I worked really hard for a week cleaning people's stores and stuff and selling things with Chu and I bought flowers!" He exclaimed.

"Flowers?" Touya raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and I brought 'em to the lady who owned the store with the yo-yo and I told her I was sorry and that I'd taken the yo-yo and that I would've brought that back too, 'cept I already broke it."

The doctor smiled affectionately.

"That was very nice of you Rinku." And suddenly an image came to his mind of his young self, pre-hair dye and still innocent, walking through a park with an older man who's eyes were the same as his. Both were smiling in the memory.

The mental image made him want to vomit.

"What are you good at, Mr. Conscience?" Rinku asked unexpectedly. Touya was a bit taken aback at the sudden question.

"I-uh-I don't know."

"Well that's dumb thing to be good at, not knowing." The boy said as he repeatedly kicked a rock every couple of steps.

"No, Rinku. What I meant was that I-" The blue haired man stopped, sighed, and looked upwards at the clouds in thought for a moment. "I'm a good swimmer." He responded, still looking toward the sky. It was getting later and above was a dark, menacing, storm cloud. Rinku smiled, unaware of the weather

"I'm a good yo-yo-er." He said proudly. "And I'm good at stealing to." He said but with one brief glance at Touya's disapproving face he added "Even though I don't 'cause it's bad."

And suddenly Touya felt a raindrop on his nose. And a second later another on his cheek and then on his head and suddenly it was a downpour. Touya picked Rinku up under his arms and ran under the closest tree. It kept them a little drier, but not much.

"Rinku," Touya shouted over the rain and thunder, "We're getting soaked! We can go to my apartment until the rain stops. Okay?" The boy frowned.

"But I always go to Jin's when it rains." He said. Touya's inner monologue sighed and then cursed.

Of course you do.

"C'mon then." Touya said, grabbing the child's hand. "We're running."

Jin's apartment was about 8 blocks away and the pair really did sprint there, all the way there, sometimes stopping to catch their breath under shop overhangs and laughing at each other's tired faces.

This is what childhood is. Touya thought at one point when Rinku stopped so he could dance in the rain. Bet it's nice

Then there was more thunder, much, much loader than before, and its booming sound drowned out the imaginary music that the two were dancing around to. Touya almost wanted to cry, to scream, to sit there under the storm until the lightening did its work. The universe couldn't allow him a moment of bliss, not one.

They ran again, no laughing this time.

The steps up Jin's apartment were slick with rain when they got there.

"Rinku be care-"

Crash.

Boom.

Black.

"He really likes not being conscience."

Vague shapes and colorful shadows, he could barely open his eyes to see them. He could hear Rinku's boyish, chipper voice though. What happened?

"Consience? Like that lil cricky in that movie 'bout the wooden lad?"

That one's Jin.

"No," Touya groaned, sitting up. His head throbbed. Was that blood on his rain-soaked shirt? "Like 'un-conscience' or 'sub-conscience'. Right, Rinku?" Touya corrected

"Yeah!"

The blue haired man cringed. Rinku's voice was so loud and his poor head,

Feels like there's a knife in it.

"Umm," Jin stumbled with his words, as per usual. "Ya should lie back down."

And then Touya felt it, the knife in his head twisted and he felt dizzy, his head fell back, more than actually lied back, down on the couch immediately.

"I'll get ice!" Rinku exclaimed, still too loud for the injured doctor's liking. He scurried out of the room and off into another that Touya could only assume was the kitchen.

Touya turned his attention to his nervous looking patient. The Irishman's eyes were even wider than normal, completely panicked expression on his usually only partially panicked face. He twitched a little and chewed his bottom lip in a way that made the blue-haired man sure it was going to bleed. Suddenly, Jin kneeled down on the floor next to the couch and leaned over the armrest that Touya's head lay on so that his face was parallel to Touya's.

A little bit like Spiderman, Touya thought smiling slightly at Jin's upside-down face. He could be my Mary Jane with his hair.

As soon as he thought it Jin's lips were on him.

His forehead anyway.

The quickest touch of the redhead's lips and Touya's head felt instantly less painful, lighter even, as if some bad thoughts weighing it down had been kissed away. He tried to move his head so that his lips met with Jin's but a familiar and unwelcome noise sounded off at that moment.

Touya's cell phone.

It laid, blinking and ringing obnoxiously, on Jin's coffee table. Touya turned his head to scowl at it. Jin, so quickly Touya thought miserably to himself that he must've been thrilled at the interruption, stood upright and reached over to the small wooden table and grabbed the phone and handed it to Touya.

One new text message.

Touya stared at the tiny device, fearful for the new message, new threat, it might contain.

"Will ya be answering that?" Jin asked curiously. Touya swallowed hard and flipped the phone open:

Wer u ?

From Binx.

Touya immediately let out the nervous breath he'd been holding, almost letting out the laugh that bubbled at his lips. Paranoia wasn't very becoming. Binx was right, he needed to relax.

"Good news then? Ya looked like th' ever lovin' sky was fallin' just 'fore ya opened it, ya did. Glad it's something good. Really I am cuz if it were bad ya might've had to go take care of it and you woulda-" The redhead gulped back the end of his sentence.

"Please continue, Jin." Touya practically begged. How much longer could he go on like this? Having to pry even the smallest piece of information from the person he…loved?

It took his mind only a second to take in all of Jin, the messy red hair and the way it moved when he shook his head, the wide frightened eyes, the way his cute, pink bottom lip turned white where his teeth sunk into it, the contrast of his pale skin against the purple hoodie he wore, and his mind gave him the affirmative: Yes, love, strange, illogical, confusing, frustrating love.

"Please, Jin," He whispered pleadingly, still reveling in his epiphany. "I want to listen."

Apparently, Touya realized as a perfectly pink pair of lips crashed down on his, eyes closed, breathing barely an issue anymore, that was exactly the right thing to say.

"Ya woulda… had… ta leave." Jin gasped out between breathes when their mouths parted, his face still only inches from his doctor's. Touya looked at him curiously.

"If som'in bad had happened ya would had ta leave." He explained once he regained his breath. He looked nervous, like he was afraid which word would finally make Touya walk out of the apartment. "Don want'cha ta leave."

Touya smiled, eyes glowing angelically.

"Everything is good, Jin." He said sweetly, reaching up to cup Jin's face in his hands. He rubbed his thumb soothingly against the redhead's cheek. "Everything is alright."

SAR: Sigh Oh the badly written yaoi, I'll try harder next time. Promise.

Rinku: You'd better, the angry mob is getting bigger and I'm not sure how much longer this pathetic little wooden door is gonna hold 'em off!

SAR: It's okay Rinku, Super Gabe will save us!

Rinku: Whose that?

SAR: Gabe Saporta's secret, super-hero identity.

Which brings us to my reviewer contests! Whoever wins these will win fabulous prizes.

Contest # 1: The first cool kid reviewer to know who Gabe Saporta is and where he's from get's the next chapter dedicated to them and is crowned an official badass by yours truly.

Contest # 2: My friends and I are thinking of being our own super heros for halloween but I don't really know who my super-hero persona should be. Whoever writes in a review (or message or watev) the best orignial super hero name and discription for me get's to make me write a one-shot about any yyh character or pairing or watever they want that will also be dedicated to them. If I really end up being that for halloween I'll post a picture of me in my costume online somewhere for you kids to laugh at.

Rinku: The fate of her halloween rests on your shoulders, reviewers, so R&R or Super Gabe will kick your ass!!

SAR: Much love, folks. Ttyl