Hello everyone. I know that it's before Christmas, but I'm going to do the sequel now. I have this funny feeling that I'm going to have to dedicate more time at work closer to Christmas, or at least I hope so. Working in retailing with the economy so low is horrible. My Christmas is just not moving this year. -_- but I'm not saying I can afford beautiful gifts this year either. Money is tight for everyone so this is the nice easy way for a gift. To all my lovely reviewers and fans I dedicate this story to all of you. Happy Holidays to you all and Happy Thanksgiving since it's officially Turkey Day. This story is going to not be very long but not so short it has no meaning. I'm going to continue the same point of view as the first story. The only difference is I'm going to split the chapter between the two points of view to make the chapters longer. Anyway let's get this baby started.

Of course you all know I don't own Gravitation. Can you see my tears? If I did I'd make sure you could buy Ex over here! I want to read it but the only translation I found was for volume 1 and 2.

Warnings: Sorry so talkative apparently. There are some dark themes in here. Suicidal thoughts and actions, memories (recaps of the first story), not to mention swearing and all those other things that come with depressed individuals. If any of this bothers you please skip this chapter. I'll have another one out hopefully tomorrow with not so much in it.

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Chapter One

Shuichi's POV

Morning again. I glanced over at the sun creeping its way through the cracks in the curtains. I could still remember every minute on the time clock from another sleepless night. Sighing, I sat up on the couch where I've been attempting sleep for the past two months. I thought I was over the dirty feelings and accepted the fact that everything was against my will, but nothing could erase the memories. I glanced over at the clock sitting on the coffee table. It was still two hours before Yuki would even move. Yuki. Tears fog my eyes as I get up and head to the bathroom.

Yuki was kind and let me deal with the emotions, but I can't help wonder if he lost interest in me. Ever since our one night of passion, I couldn't bare to do it again. If only I could forget the past and start over again. Meet Yuki again in the park. Learn about his past and tell him that it didn't matter. What happened in the past is past, right? Then, why couldn't I get over mine? My feet quietly fell on the wooden floor as I finally made it down to the bathroom.

Shutting and locking the door, I turned the light on to see myself in the mirror. Dark circles encased my blood red eyes. My pale faced stared back at me as if I was a ghost haunting this house. Sometimes I felt like one. It would probably be better for Yuki if I was a figment of his imagination. If I was no longer here, he could move on and find someone less scarred. Slipping my long sleeves up to the elbows, I ran my finger along the long red lines. Shivers ran down my back as I massaged my once clear skin. I reached my shaking hand out to the razor resting peacefully on the shelf in the medicine cabinet.

Taking a deep breath, I popped the blade out of the razor. "Today I'll do it," I whispered to myself, "I'll give Yuki his freedom."

Just as I put the razor to my wrist, I heard knocking on the door. "Shu, do you have time for breakfast?"

My body shook from head to toe as I sloppily put the razor away. "Y-yeah," I answered, pissed that I couldn't keep my voice steady.

"Shuichi? Are you okay?"

Pushing my sleeves back down, I opened the door. "Yes, you just scared me." I could see his observant eyes scanning me.

"Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?"

Feeling terrible, I averted my eyes. "I don't want to disturb you. You know I toss and turn a lot. You mentioned it before."

Silence fell between us. I fidgeted with my sleeves in a nervous habit. "American or Japanese?" Yuki suddenly asked.

"Huh? Oh. I'm sorry. I don't have that much time. K has a photo shoot set up for this morning. I'll get something fast on the way."

"I could drive you."

"No-no, that's okay. I don't want to get fat and lazy. You work on your next novel." I smiled and headed for the door. "I'll try to get home early and we can have dinner together. I'll call you later on and let you know." Slipping my shoes on I turned back to Yuki. "I'll see you tonight. Bye, Yuki." I let the door close quickly before he could say anything. I ran through the carpeted floors, choosing to take the stairwell instead of the elevator. I felt horrible and scared that it made my stomach want to throw up whatever food it happen to remember. The last time I forced food down my throat must have been two days ago. I managed to convince everyone I ate somewhere else ever other time.

I felt my stomach pull obviously debating on whether it was hungry or sick. Telling myself that I wasn't hungry, I ran out of the lobby and down the street. Taking steps two at a time, and using pedestrian ramps where I could, I ran the whole way to the park where we first met. Collapsing behind a nearby tree, my stomach had enough and threw up the bile that was at the bottom of my stomach. Tears ran down my cheeks as one memory after another slaughtered my mind. Every man that I slept with, the countless times my Master beat me. I gasped and hiccupped. I haven't called him that in so long.

Feeling digested, I ran over to the nearest vending machine and got the first drink I could think of. Popping the tab off, I threw the rest of it away as I ducked behind a tree. Pulling my sleeves up quickly, I could think of nothing but slashing the now sensitive skin. Tears collided with the my skin, mixing with the blood. I could care less about the pain, nor about anyone finding me. I was so angry and depressed that I actually called that bastard my Master again. The wind kicked up, adding shivers to my shaking body. I couldn't deal with life anymore. I could deal with the memories. It was time to end the memories.

Hiro's POV

I sleepily reached for that annoying buzzing, vibrating my entire nightstand. He could possibly be up so early in the morning. I glanced over that the clock noting that it was only six in the morning. Answering the phone with a very slurred, "Hello?"

"Sorry to wake you."

"Yuki?"

"Shuichi just left. Do you have a photo shoot today?"

"No, today is our day off. K said we've worked hard enough and gave us today off." Sitting up, I let my covers fall off my bare chest. "He's still not acting normal. I don't understand it."

"He won't even sleep in the same bed as me. He gets up every morning around five thirty and heads right for the bathroom. I thought that was normal at first, but when he would spend hours in there without the shower going or the flushing of the toilet. I don't know what's going on with him. I haven't seen him eat in a long time."

"Me either," I answered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "Do you want to go looking for him?"

Yuki was quiet for awhile before answering. "Should we? I don't even know what triggered this. He was fine a month ago. Then one day I came home, and he was curled up in the corner. It's like a completely different person was living with me."

A beep sounded, and I looked my screen. "Yuki, can I call you back. Shuichi is calling. I'll see if I can get him over my house and talk to him. Maybe I can get something out of him."

"Okay. Call me if you need anything."

"I will." I switched lines. "Shu, what's up?"

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, did you want to come over."

"I need to use the bathroom, and I happen to be near your house. I'll only be a second."

"You can hang out for awhile if you want. We can play video games or watch a movie."

Shuichi didn't speak for a second. "Umm, sure, maybe a movie. But I wanted to get back home early enough."

"Sure. I'll see you soon then."

"Actually, could you let me in." I blinked a few times as I walked over to the door and opened it. I almost gasped as I looked at him. He looked extremely pale and ten times worst than yesterday. As I moved away from the door I saw what looked like a red smudge on his sleeve. I was just about to say something when he walked passed me and right into the bathroom. "Thanks, Hiro. I'll be right out."

Watching him walk into the bathroom, I dialed Yuki's cellphone number quickly. He picked up on the first ring. "Is he okay?"

"He looks horrible. And Yuki, can you check your bathroom for something that he could use to cut himself with."

"You don't think?"

"He had something red on his sleeve. He's coming out. I'll talk to him about it." I flipped the phone shut and looked up at Shuichi. "So what movie do you want to watch?"

"A police drama or something alone those lines. I don't care which one just pick on." Shuichi moved over to my bed as I leaned down to get a movie. Glancing out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed that the red mark on his shirt was lighter, and his sleeves were wet. I got up on the bed and sat next to him, choosing not to ask him about the sleeve until he was a little more comfortable. He seemed too tense, and I didn't want him to recoil more. I sat back further in the bed so I could look over the rest of him. I hoped that there was another wound on him that would explain the blood as him falling or something other than cutting. I don't even know how to approach this conversation.

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I'm going to stop there for now. I believe that is long enough. You'll see where this is going in the next chapter I promise. Thank you for reading please review.

Angel Dove