Hey Minna-san. My apologies to those who are waiting on Porcelain Heart to update, but it's just not flowing as good for me as it used to. Once my muse picks up on it again, I write a new chapter for it. As it is, I just can't write it smoothly right now.

As for this story, I have no idea where it came from. I like morbid pieces, so maybe my silly muse thought that it would be ideal for me to write a crappily written wanna-be ficlet of one. Sorry to those of you who wince when reading this. I know that it is bad, but I just don't feel like editing it.

Well, as always, let me know what you think! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation.
Yuki could only groan as his migraine intensified greatly. The brat had bounced back into Yuki's apartment, despite the changed lock, and seemed to have decided that the best thing to do was to bother the hell out of the novelist. Sometimes, he found himself wishing that Shuichi would get himself hit by a car so that Yuki would be able to have some peace and quiet. It was a bit drastic, yes, but that was just what Shuichi drove him to.

He suddenly felt himself falling backwards out of his chair from a sudden force barreling into his chest.

Yuki felt his head snap sharply on the ground, and couldn't stop himself from crying out as the pain in his head multiplied. To make matters worse, now the damn nuisance was now sitting on his stomach, wailing that he killed Yuki, which only served to cause the pain in his head to develop even further.

Anger swelled from within him, causing Yuki's breath to come in short huffs. His vision began to swirl with a angry, blood red. He could hardly breathe because of the tension in his chest from trying to contain his anger in. He could feel the heat of it rolling over him in waves.

Yuki was infuriated at the damned pest. He could just imagine his thin fingers wrapping around Shuichi's fragile neck, squeezing it as hard as he could. He could just hear the strange, choked sounds escaping from Shuichi's lips as they changed from a lush pink to a light blue. Yuki could just feel Shuichi's pulse beating rapidly under his fingers, giving him an odd sense of satisfaction, as well as the warm wetness of Shuichi's frantic tears dripping onto his hands and arms as he tried futilely to pry Yuki's deceptively strong hands away from his thin and fragile throat, his livelihood, his passion, his gift, his voice.

However, when Yuki could feel cooling skin under his fingers, as well as a rapidly slowing pulse, he knew that something was off. His fantasies of strangling Shuichi were never so realistic that he actually began to die.

Yuki's eyes snapped open just in time to see Shuichi mouth "I still love you", before his eyes lively violet eyes became lifeless and a thin glaze formed over the once beautifully breathtaking orbs.

Yuki yanked his hands away from Shuichi's severely bruised throat, and could only watch in horror as Shuichi's body crumpled to the ground like a lifeless doll. His dull purple eyes stared straight ahead at the ceiling, unblinking, never to look upon Yuki with love again.

Yuki leaned over into his trashcan and retched.

OWARI

Well, there it is... I hope that it wasn't too bad. I'm also not too sure about the last sentence. Does it ruin the ending, or contribute to it? Would it have been more dramatic if the last sentence wasn't there? What else can be improved? Please let me know.

Well, thank you for reading!!!

Signed,
PrincessFlame91