This is it. This is the end. My head's pounding. I can feel something slimey and warm coming from my forehead. I'm pretty sure I'm dying.

"Are you okay?"

Dark silver-blue eyes looked up through the misty rain above him. There standing above him was a young man dressed in a white sleeveless coat trimmed with gold, with white shorts going halfway to the knee and around his neck was a white scarf. In his hand he held a white lolita umbrella that was actually functional as a real one. His dusty brown hair was barely wet, and those odd deep red eyes were staring gentle concern down on the other.

"Do you need me to call an ambulance?" he asked again, kneeling down a bit.

Laying on the sidewalk back away from the eyes of the curious public, Habaek had choosen there to fall down and bleed. He'd just gotten into a bar fight and left, drunk and beaten. His cheeks, lips and edge of his eyebrows were bleeding. It also looked like his torso and arms were cut up as well. All you could see was that his black trench was sucking up most of the blood and he had been laying there looking for the end.

"No." Habaek answered, letting his head droop again toward the stone. He shifted his head up when he felt the gentle finger tips touch his deep navy hair.

"You look hurt." was what the young man said.

Habaek just stared at him. He'd never known someone to be concerned about him. He looked too much like a punk since middle school, and the rumors that his father was a mafia leader (true) didn't help his image. Not that he and his father got along, they beat each other up regularily, and Habaek would often go to school with bruises and cuts in junior and senior high. Now he was just a college student who looked like a punk, and could win any fight he got into.

"You aren't scared of me?" Habaek asked, waiting for that 'yes'.

"No." was the reply.

Habaek looked at the young man, smiling a bit. "Fine," he said with a loose chuckle as he noticed he'd been wrong about this person's eye color.

One eye was a deep blood red and the other was the color of the sea. Blood on the left, and water on the right- it was oddly beautiful.

Habaek felt himself get lifted up onto the shoulders of the other. The brunette was considerably shorter than Habaek, by a good five inches, but still he had the strength to carry him down the street to his fancy apartment building.

"Ah! Mister Hikari!" came the doorman, running toward the brunette. "Would you like a hand?"

"No, thanks, Mister Jonson. Just get the door, please?"

"Sure."

Habaek could feel the mist change to a warm room and then he could feel the short elevator ride. Down the warm hall and then through a locked door.

"Good thing I never make my bed," the brunette mused to himself.

He gently placed Habaek on the bed. After a few minutes to get off his own shoes, the brunette started to undress the other carefully. Habaek's shoes went on a towel, and his trench hung on a hanger near the heater. His sleeveless black zip-up shirt and pleather slacks went into the washer, and the chain on them and his wallet sat on the table.

"Better get these tended to, hm?" The brunette asked. He didn't expect a reply.

"Hmmn..." was all Habaek gave sleepily.

He felt himself get padded by gauze and cotton, and gently covered on his face with bandages and medicinal ooze.

His arms shifted up with a flinch when he felt the other tending to the deeper wound cut across his torso.

"Ah!"

"Sorry." was the gentle word.

A word. It was all Habaek needed to hear and he once again relaxed into that gentle touch of healing.

He didn't feel when a towel was placed over him, followed by a blanket and quilt. Or when his earrings were carefully taken out and placed next to his wallet. Or when that special beautiful silver earcuff was removed from his right ear.

Tired and slightly wet, the brunette just took a spare blanket and curled up into his cusion-circle chair near the bed.

"Sweet dreams."

A couple hours later, Habaek woke up to the warm fluffy bed. He looked around groggily, then tilted his head over to see the brunette sleeping.

"Heh..." Habaek shifted up with a stretch. He winced from the pain at his ribs. "Bandages? Oh... Yeah."

Quietly, Habaek got out of the bed in just his boxers and rumaged through his trench coat. After a moment he went into the living room with his slim flip phone and dialed.

"Yo."

"Oh! Habaek!" came the extatic reply. "Are you okay?! I heard there was a brawl at the bar we left you at last night."

"Yeah, I was in it." Habaek answered, keeping his voice quiet. "I'm a little cut up, but okay."

"What happened? Where are you? Should I send for a taxi?"

"Some high school punks wanted drinks and I roughed them up was all." Habaek said with a soft laugh. "I'm... uhm... I'm not sure where I am."

"What?!"

"Shh." Habaek answered. "My host is sleeping."

"Host?! Habaek, what happened?"

"Some guy picked me up off the street and bandaged me up." Habaek said, walking around. He spotted the washer and inspected his clothes inside. "He's sleeping right now." He stuck his clothes into the dryer and started it. "He's a real beaut~"

"Habaek..."

"What? You don't need me today do you?"

"You should be getting me your manuscript."

"It's fine." Habaek rolled his eyes. "It's all done sitting at home just waiting to be printed."

"Really?"

"Really. Go get it. You've got the key still, right?"

"Yes. When'll you be back?"

"Hm." Habaek looked toward the bedroom door. "I'm.. not sure."

"Oh, PLEASE! Habaek, don't do this to me!" begged the woman. "I can't have you missing and not doing anything while chasing after some guy who just happened to pick you up! What if he's got AIDS?"

Habaek raised a brow. "AIDS? Really, is that the best you can come up with?"

"HIV. STDS in general!" the woman barked. "Come back now!"

"Nah, I'm think I'm gonna have fun finding out about this guy."

"Ha---" flip went the cellphone.

Habaek turned the sound off and dropped his cellphone into his trench's pocket again, walking back to the bed.

Just as he was settling down the brunette began to wake up.

"Hey." Habaek greeted, pulling the blanket back over him as he laid back.

"Hm?" the brunette looked at Habaek, then around a bit. "Oh!!!" He jumped up, "You-- Are--- Oh! Are you okay? I-I-I-I-I mean-- How did you sleep?"

Habaek stared at this startling babbling young man. He sounded so considerate and smooth before. But maybe that was the blood gushing from his head.

"Better now that you've taken care of me."

"Good!" the brunette nodded with a smile.

"I like your eyes."

"My... Eyes..." the brunette stared, then yelped. "CRAP! I didn't wear my contacts yesterday!" He jumped up and ran out of the room, leaving Habaek staring.

"Uh... Contacts?"

"For my eyes."

"Why? Can't see well?"

"No, nothing like that." He said, coming back in and flipping on the small table lamp. He now had two very simple blue eyes.

Slowly Habaek nodded. "Ah, you don't like your eye colors?"

"N-no... It's..." He sighed. "I like them, it's just..." He smiled a bit and shrugged. "But anyway, how are you feeling? Any where still hurt?"

"Right here." Habaek pointed to his temple.

When the other got up and came closer to look, Habaek grabbed him and pulled him close to a kiss.

"Y-y-y-y- You tricked me!" the brunette yelped, backing up, covering his mouth with one hand.

"I liked you better yesterday with your two eye colors." Habaek said smoothly, with a sexy air about him.

"W-Well..." he pouted, sitting in his chair. "It was just.. I mean... I couldn't just leave someone I know out in the rain like that."

"Huh? Someone you know?" Habaek blinked, totally baffled. "We've met?"

The brunette stared, the air about him going first into shock and then slowly his face looked completely dejected. "No. Forget it."

"Huh? But you just."

"Nevermind." he stood up and left to change his clothes. He came back dressed in some simple jeans and a hoodie, "Anyway. You should probably get going, right? I'm pretty sure you've got work tomorrow."

"Eh?" Habaek nodded a bit. He did have to start working on the new novel tomorrow. "Yeah... But- where did we meet?"

"It was nothing. My mistake." He smiled. "You can go after your clothes are dry, okay?"

"Wait-- What's your name?"

"Hikari." and the brunette left the room, and the whole apartment.

Habaek left the apartment an hour or so later once his clothes were dry. He looked at the apartment door for a name, but all it said was "Hikari".

"It sounds so familiar, too." Habaek groaned in the elevator. "I'm sure I've met him before... But where?"

"Argh! It's driving me insane! Who was he!" Habaek threw himself away from the desk with his laptop.

"Habaek! I'm begging you! Write something!" his lovely female editor begged.

"Elena, have I ever met a guy about my age with brown hair and blue eyes?" Habaek asked. "Really cute, but not a baby-face. Babbles a bit, seems kinda shy otherwise."

She thought a moment, tying her very curly blond hair behind her ears. "Got a name? I can look him up in your past contacts."

"Hikari. Last name."

She typed it and began to look. "Hikari... Hikari... Ah! Yeah: Hikari, Helios."

"He....li... Oh shit!" Habaek jumped up and ran for the door.

"Not so fast!" Elena grabbed the back of Habaek's shirt. "Where are you going?!"

"I have to find him!!!" Habaek urged, grabbing his trench coat. "I'll write later!"

"Noooooooo!" she wailed as Habaek ran out of the apartment.

Helios Hikari. A shy young man with two different colored eyes.

Back in his first year of high school, Habaek met a young man by that name. At first, he thought nothing of this Helios Hikari. But one day, while Habaek was coming in to school late with a new cut on his cheek, he stopped to listen to a beautiful piano melody playing in the concert hall.

Curious, Habaek went to investigate.

He walked in silently up to the very first row, and stood there just listening to the melody.

After it finished, the brunette pianist sighed heavily. He jumped when he heard a few claps and looked out to the chairs.

"Oh!" He jumped up away from the piano. "I... didn't know anyone was listening."

"You play beautifully." was all Habaek said.

The brunette couldn't think of anything to say, having never gotten a compliment about his skill before. Just as he was about to thank Habaek, the school bell rang and the loud clamours of students echoed through the school.

"Better get to class." Habaek said and walked off.

Later that day, at the end of school. The pianist caught up to Habaek at the third turn from school, where no other students would see them.

"Hey!"

"Huh?" Habaek turned around to see the brunette running up to him. "Oh, it's you. What's up?"

"I wanted to... thank you." the brunette gasped for breath.

"Oh? Yeah, no problem." Habaek smiled a bit. "You've got talent."

"S-so do you!"

"Huh?"

"I've seen you fight before! You're amazing!"

Habaek chuckled. Oh, so that was all. "Yeah, well, I'm just a punk. Got no brains."

"Ah!" the brunette ran in front of Habaek to stop him from walking away. "B-but I also read one of your short stories!"

"What about it?"

"It was really beautiful."

Habaek stared. It was his turn to be dumbfounded.

"You should become a novelist!"

"Not like anyone would buy my stuff."

"I would!"

"Eh?"

"I would." the brunette blushed a bit, "Because I... really like you."

Error message went off in Habaek's head. He wasn't the type to lead anyone on- regardless of their orientation.

Quickly Habaek held up his palm. "Sorry. I'm not gay." and off he walked.

That brunette, left there standing in pure genuine shock, was Helios Hikari.

The last thing Habaek ever remembered encountering him was when he passed him once in the halls, and Helios had two blue eyes. Habaek had to do a doubletake, because he was sure Helios had a red and blue eye. He was sure it wasn't the same person.

Habaek sat himself down waiting at a bookstore with some dark shades on. His new book he finished a month prior was just being released that day.

With the rest of the fans, he spotted Helios come in to buy a copy of the book. After Helios paid, Habaek grabbed the unsuspecting brunette's wrist and led him out.

"Ow! You're hurting me!" Helios yelped.

"You're one to talk. You pick me up without even telling me who you are!" Habaek shouted back, pulling Helios to a quiet street.

"How could I tell you!" Helios shouted at him. "Hi, I'm Helios the guy you left in a shock to cry or whatever... That'd be so stupid and humiliating!"

"Then why'd you pick me up last night?"

"Because you were hurt!"

"Five years and you can't stop liking me?"

Helios slapped Habaek's bandaged cheek.

"OWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!"

"Jerk!" Helios shouted to him. "I'm happy right now! I don't care that I was just dumped, or that I had to meet my first crush again-- and hear from him how stupid I am. It was humiliating and embarassing enough the first time round!"

"S-sorry."

"No you aren't!" Helios pouted. Habaek pointed at him. "What?"

"Your eyes are red."

"Ah, crap!" Helios rubbed his eyes a bit. "Stupid contacts... Ah... ow...."

"Then don't wear them."

Helios stopped moving, sighing a bit. "I gave up that image."

"Why?"

"Because, that was the pianist me. I couldn't do it. Not after someone heard me." He answered softly. "No... Now I'm just an ordinary waiter."

Habaek moved to touch Helios lightly.

"Just crappy and ordinary!" Helios shouted at Habaek. "Nothing beautiful about it! I'm glad you write so well! I can cry over the words!"

Again, left in shock, Habaek watched as Helios ran off through the soft mist of rain.