Author's Note: Wow it's been like 2 years since I published something…Oh well, this was for procrastination from studying so I'm sorry if there are some spelling mistakes or anything like that, and I can't promise quick updates though I'll try. This takes place after the 8th episode and Art is alive, thank you very much!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. This is only for fun and as a stress reliever.

Warnings: Rating may go up in the future, and yaoi which means boyxboy in other words, Nice/Art because I love them. Now onto the story!

Chapter 1: Masterpiece

Bang! The sound of shoots fired ricocheted through his head, smashing against every dark crevice of his skull. He could not think but only feel the numbing pain against his side and yet his head felt like the actual ten pounds it was. He wanted to say something; he needed to say something. Anything though all that fell from his lips was a breathless cry.

'Please…someone help me.'

"Ah, you're awake, inspector. Sleep well?" The young man's head turned all too fast to the direction of where the voice was apparently coming from. "Open your eyes, Art."

Recognizing the voice that called out to him, Art felt his body stiffen. Slowly, violet eyes blinked to life, half-mast as they looked up at the man before him, if you could even call him that. Even through his pain, his eyes narrowed at the figure, fingers bunching in the pristine sheets.

"M-Moral…" his voice croaked before a few unwilling coughs tore through his lungs.

"Please, Art, don't strain yourself. Your brain needs time to set in." Moral reached down to rearrange Art's sheets, meticulously tucking them under the superintendent's body.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Violet eyes peered over at the man touching him, almost affectionately like one would for a loved pet of some sort. He wanted to recoil, to swiftly move away from the other's prying hands but alas he was too weak to do so.

"Oh look at you." Moral's hand came to brush a strand of pale lilac hair from Art's eyes only for the inspector to flitch from the hand, though Moral wouldn't let Art go. Not that easily. He gripped the other's chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing those vexing eyes to look at him.

"Hm," a pensive hum warmed a smile to Moral's thin lips, "You truly are a work of art." Those violet eyes were no longer full of bitter rancor but only grew large like a deer caught in the headlights as he tried to pull back, but Moral's grip was unrelenting. He leaned closer to the superintendent, lips ghosting over Art's pale cheek until the young man could feel heated waves of air coat the outer shell of his ear.

"You, Art, are my masterpiece." Moral's fingers glided up to cup the man's cheek, thumb grazing softly over the skin, "You will set us all free."

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Dark cobalt eyes studied the man before him, mind racing faster than the speed of sound, and yet he felt like time was moving ever so slowly. Seconds turning to hours as his eyes would shift from Art to the clock.

'Please…wake up.' His fist came to meet with his forehead lightly as if to dispel such thoughts, but all he could picture was Art lying somewhere while he was laughing obliviously with his friends. 'I should have been there…I-why Art? Why did this happen? How could I have let this happen? I promised…'

Still, Art remained asleep, chest rising and falling in eight seconds – he counted – while numerous bandages were tightly wrapped around the pale torso and some around the other's head. He had read the report. A knife wound through the liver causing severe internal bleeding that would have taken a few hours to bleed to death, but of course the person did not stop there. Multiple gun shots taken to the chest. It was a miracle that Art had survived. It was said from a witness that the attacker had stabbed him first, and that was when she had called for the police. It was only a minute after the gun fire that the ambulance arrived and able to reach Art in time. At least that was what the report had said and as far as anyone would tell him. Though there was no profiling of the attacker, only Art could tell him if only he would wake up.

"What do you mean we can't come in? You've gotta let us in."

"You do not need to worry, miss, I am a doctor."

"That's right! If anyone should see him, it's Ratio and me. Me being his partner and all."

"I brought food…"

"Nice?" the large group chorused together when they saw their friend standing at the door. The independent inspector came out into the hall, quietly closing the door behind him to keep the noise from disturbing Art. As much as he wanted to talk to him, he wanted the other to wake up on his own.

"He hasn't woken up yet." He reported to the group only for the nurse to look surprised that Nice had gotten into the room.

"H-How did you get in there? That's an unauthorized room." She glared accusingly at Nice before sighing after a moment out of sympathy, "I'm sorry, but I must ask all of you to leave. The patient is not strong enough to take visitors at the moment, but if you leave your number at the desk we can call you at more appropriate time to visit."

"I'm his brother. Family members are allowed." Nice had lied his way to get access to Art's room. Though the truth was, Art had no family. His brother had died five years ago while he hadn't talked to his parents since he and his brother were enrolled in Facultas Academy. His brother was all he had.

"Oh…then I suppose it's okay." The nurse relented only to turn around in surprise at the rest of the group.

"Oh yeah, we're cousins." Ratio proclaimed.

Birthday nodded as he slung an arm around Ratio, "Yeah, twice removed."

"On his mother's side." Honey added.

"Um, miss, I'm sorry but you're not allowed to have pets in the hospital." The woman referred to Three in which everyone else had to pause to look at Three and then back at her only for her to sigh once more, though this time in exasperation. "Only close family members for now. The patient really can't be disturbed at the moment."

"We won't disturb him, honestly."

"We'll be as quiet as a mouse."

"Shh…" Nice silenced them as he listened hard to the sound on the other side of the door. "His breathing changed." Without further ceremony, Nice reentered the room as the rest of the group followed despite the nurse's attempt to keep them out.

Blue eyes were once more locked onto Art, hands gripping the bed rail tightly as he saw the small furrowing of pale brows and the slight twitching of fingers.

"…Art?" Nice softly called out to him, grip tightening until the blood had rushed from his knuckles.

'Nice?' Art could barely register the other's voice let alone all the shouting he had heard moments before in the hall. 'Nice is here.' He thought pleasantly before another voice other than his own had pierced its way in.

'You will set us all free, even your beloved Nice.'

Heliotrope eyes shot open, alarming Nice as he sprang back a bit. Dark blue eyes blinked in momentary shock when Art's met his. For the first time he saw fear in them, complete fear

"Y-You shouldn't be here." 'Please, you can't be here.'

The words struck Nice more than he thought they should. After the hours he had spent waiting for Art to awake, he did not imagine it to be this way. He had pictured a myriad of scenarios, but this was not one of them. He felt something bubble up inside his throat, but yet he bit his tongue from yelling, screaming what he wanted to.

"I…" His words died while his features changed in clear defeat. The look Nice gave him made Art want to take back his words, but he knew it was the right thing. It had to be.

"I'm sorry…" alas the guilt weighed too heavy on Art's tongue, "I just…I need to be alone at the moment." 'It's not safe to be around me.'

"…Okay." Nice backed away slowly along with the other's that had partially been in the room. They had been stunned silent as they backed their way out as well to give Nice room to retreat. After all, if Art did not want to see Nice, then there was no chance that he would see them as well.

"Thank you." Art tried to offer a small smile but it turned broken since yelling at Nice was not something he was ever proud of. Nice nodded dejectedly in return before departing completely from the room.

Only when he could hear the sound of retreating feet did Art let his weak hand come to wipe away any tears that had started to form. He had yelled at his friend not only once but twice now. Even after however long Nice was there, he had yelled at him.

Art tried to convince himself that it was for Nice's own good. It was for his protection as he had sworn to do so the day he thought himself surely dead, and yet here he was. He could not decipher whether being alive was a good thing or not. After what Moral had done to him, there was little he could do to protect those he loved. He couldn't even protect himself.

His hand trembled at the thought, gripping the lilac bangs that was strewn across his brow. 'If I have a new minimum, then why do I feel so weak?'

TBC…

A/N: Thanks for reading if you've gotten done this far, and I hope to update soon. Also, I apologize for any OCCness and if Moral sounded pervy…yeah, so sorry for that. Anyway, thanks again for reading and hopefully see you guys soon! Night/Morning, and anything in between!