I DO NOT OWN GRAVITATION!

P.S.: If you have the song, listen to "Yuki's Theme" (the piano instrumental often heard in the background of most episodes). NOTE: I cried when I wrote this, so read the story to the song (Song's short, so put it on repeat)

Chapter One: Reunited

Eiri Uesegi turned away from his childhood companion, Seguchi. His black coat caught a buff of wind and furled in the morning light. The dark novelist hailed a cab, and headed for the nearest airport. Touma stood dumbfounded. What did such a fine, cultured individual see in the childish and often strange singer? Touma smiled, and turned his green eyes to his friend as he got into the vehicle. He tossed his flaxen hair, and pulled his bowler down to hide his tears. Seguchi prayed under his breath that Eiri was making the right choice.

Miles away, in a recording studio in Japan, Shuichi, Hiro, and Fujisaki rehearsed their latest hit "Glaring Dream". After the previous night's performance by Mr. Sakuma and Mr. Shindo's selfish entrance, the song skyrocketed to the top almost over night. They were going through the song for the tenth time, because Shuichi couldn't concentrate, "Sorry, one more time around, guys," the pink haired singer interjected.

The young musicians ceased playing and turned to the vocalist, "Hey, what's the matter, Shuichi?" Hiro asked, friendly placing a hand on the young man's left shoulder.

Shuichi sighed deeply, and turned away from his friend, "It's nothing," was all he said.

Fujisaki turned off his instruments, "You got to the concert awfully late last night, Mr. Shindo," the young teenager added, slowly approaching the heart broken singer.

Shuichi was silent. He knew what Fujisaki was referring to. He'd flown all the way out to New York to get Yuki, but he never came back. His heart finally realized the truth of the novelist's intentions and affections. Yuki just sat there and looked him in the eyes, silent as the grave. But, Yuki didn't need to speak, for Shuichi could see it in his eyes. There was no love, no emotion, and no force that held the two together anymore, just nothing. Shuichi turned to his band members, "I'm not feeling very well," he said, his face growing pale and his eyes beginning to fill with tears. Hiro nodded towards his young friend, "I think I'll call it a day," he added, sniffing back sobs, and grabbing his back pack. Shuichi waved to K and Mr. Sakano before exiting the room. He dashed out the front door and down the street, tears streaming down his face.

Eiri stepped out the cab in front of N-G. He slipped the money through the driver's window and grabbed his bag from the trunk. Yuki whipped out his package of cigarettes and placed one to his lips. He grabbed his silver lighter out of his pocket, catching the glimpse of the snapshot of Shuichi and himself. He sighed deeply, and then looked up to see the large glass building. He exhaled his puff, placed the lighter back in his pocket, walking into the lobby.

Eiri looked around the cold room, empty and emotionless as the walls and windows themselves. Shuichi was not here, he couldn't sense any "Shu Enthusiasm" anywhere. He huffed quietly, and then turned for the door. He knew where to look for him. Yuki readjusted his bag on his shoulder, and started walking down the street towards the park. He stopped at the bridge, the milestone of their first meeting, on that fateful night. Yuki's golden eyes misted slightly as he caught a glimpse of their silhouettes, the memory they shared. He shook his head, the tears flying freely off his cheeks as he turned for home. The writer walked slowly, dragging his feet as he walked, almost afraid to see the young singer again.

Night was soon upon him and his steps became lighter, as he saw the first glimpse of home, sitting on the hill, alone in the dark. Yuki turned his face to the sky as he slowly walked into the yard and into the apartment building. With yet another deep breath, he glided to the elevator. He closed the door, and pressed his number, watching the screen as it counted up to his floor. The rickety doors clanged open and Yuki stepped onto the stone floor and strode down the hall. He butted his cigarette in the ashtray as he walked past, and then stopped in front of his door. Yuki smiled inwardly as he knocked on the door, remembering that he surrendered his key to Shuichi before leaving for New York. He let his luggage's strap fall from his shoulder, grabbed the bag by the handle, and waited silently.

No response was made to answer the door. Eiri, impatient as always, growled and pounded on the door forcefully. From inside, the writer heard a moan followed closely by a small thud, most likely caused by Shuichi falling off the couch, "All right," he yawned. "I'm coming," the young singer added. He fumbled with the locks and hinges and slowly opened the door to reveal the writer to his puffy violet eyes.

Shuichi was still. He stared deep into the face of his lover, Yuki. The writer stood there coolly, his right hand rested in his pocket, and the other holding his bag. His black trench coat was straight and true. The golden spheres caught the last bit of twilight that rained in from the living room window, and his eyebrows lowered, "Took you long enough," Yuki said sternly, his eyes holding many emotions, "Do you think you could open the door, BEFORE I die of boredom, you damn brat," Yuki added with a grim expression.

Shuichi just stared. He'd come back, Yuki was home. What was he to say? The "damn brat" took no affect on him, which surprised him.

Eiri sighed, and looked down. Slowly he lifted his face, eyes welling with tears, and his mouth cracked a small grin.

Time stopped as Shuichi Shindo lifted one foot, and then the other, flying into the chest of his beloved Yuki. Eirei caught him and sealed him in a warm embrace, tears falling on his lover's pink hair, "You came back," Shuichi said, burying his face further into the writer's dark coat. His purple eyes welled with tears, as he backed away to look at Eiri. His eyes asked the question more than his voice as his lips whispered one word, "Why?" the one word that started it all.

Yuki looked down at his precious Shuichi, and whispered three words, "I came home," was all he said, before sealing his love with a soft kiss. Their eyes closed, and the two stood in the doorway, no longer apart, but together once again, and no force would tear them away from each other again.