A/N: Hello! This is my first story finally uploaded onto FFN :) Hope you enjoy the prologue - I've nearly got my first chapter down, it just needs a little more... something. So my prediction is that it will be up in a few days or so.

Just a bit about the story...

I started watching Uraboku a while ago... and immediately fell in love with Luka, haha (insert love heart). I knew then and there that a story idea had to be formulated. But then the bloody show goes and throws in Hotsuma and Shusei! So here I am completely in love with the couple and writing a story.

I knew as soon as Hotsuma/Shusei were introduced that they were going to be the high rulers of angst, so I figured that a fluffy, light-hearted fic really wasn't for them - not yet anyway .. And that would be my reasoning for this melodramatic mess :) My justification for the pungent OOC-ness polluting the air? Have none. Ha ha... crap. . Ignore that/it as much as possible and please don't kill me. Oh yes, and please do look out for a new story of mine (if it ever gets uploaded), it'll be Luka/Shusei and definitely illegal to read in numerous states (if you're under eighteen. Heeheehee).

Pairing: Hotsuma/Shusei.

Rating: I'll make it T for now. M when I decide that some rough smex is in order... which there will probably be.

An Indelible Gravitation

Prologue: Pursuit

Written by breebree-chan

I'm not the one who will quench you.

Hotsuma's cheeks reddened despite his hatred of embarrassment. Why would Shusei even think... how could he think that? "W-What? L-Love Yuki? Don't be stupid! Of course I don't!"

Shusei pressed his lips together disbelievingly.

Don't lie.

Finally willing his burning cheeks to extinguish, Hotsuma threw his partner an apprehensive glare, his golden eyes shining, demanding. "Shusei, what are with these questions? What's wrong?" He zeroed in on Shusei's eyes; the only giveaway of his true thoughts. Confliction and pain riddled his usually stoic, sandy eyes, indicated by the slight narrowing of his depths. Something was definitely wrong.

Shusei repressed the obstinate dread pooling in his stomach and replaced his blank expression with a meek smirk of amusement; an attempt to sway Hotsuma's growing suspicions away from the truth.

"Shusei, answer me." Hotsuma stood from the couch, a chance to intimidate the explanation from his best friend. He ignored the look of apparent amusement on Shusei's face and continued to wait. He wouldn't fool him again.

Shusei refused to delegate a response. He merely cast his eyes away shamefully, hiding behind the fringe that Hotsuma always found so very infuriating. This time probably wasn't exempt from it, he could see the anger coursing through his partner. It was easier to hide though, and also to run. It meant that Shusei didn't have to talk or confront problems.

"Tell me what's wrong!" Hotsuma hissed. This was becoming ridiculous. He grabbed the front of Shusei's white shirt in his hands, this time careful not to tear off the buttons. He was not brooking for disagreement this time.

Shusei's hands stiffened as they sat in his lap, the fingers threaded together loosely.

I can't.

A few seconds went by, and then a whole minute without either speaking a word. Hotsuma's frown deepened, but he refused to relent; his grip on Shusei still unbroken. He knew though, that sometimes receiving any sort of straight answer from Shusei was near impossible. However, he was not well known for his patience, of which was running short in supply with Shusei's infuriating silence. Hotsuma opened his mouth, ready to say something, when a look of hesitation crossed his face. A second's thought into what he would say passed, and then the hesitation vanished into mist. "If... if you think that I'd be better off without you, you're dead wrong," he managed to all but choke out. Hotsuma wasn't used to confrontational speaking, nor did he find it in any way pleasurable. Shusei knew that, and expected it. In a way, it was endearing. "If you're thinking of taking your life again, Shusei, I swear..."

Shusei shook his head dismissively. No. That had been resolved.

"Then what is it?" Hotsuma demanded.

Shusei bit his lip.

Please don't make me say it.

Hope you enjoyed it!

So uh... that review button's looking kinda hungry *whistles nonchalantly*.