Disclaimer:Sadly, I do not own Gravitation. If I did, The REAL yuki would've still been alive and tormented everyone's lives, Ryuichi would be in-love with Shuichi, Tohma would have a normal relationship and…oo….that's about it…--;

Twisted Little Story

"Flight number 999 for Tokyo,Japan, your plane is waiting at gate number 6. I repeat……thank you for choosing…..and have a nice flight…"

A blonde haired beauty frowned upon hearing those words as her bodyguard took her towards the said destination, not noticing the looks that were being given to her by some people as she walked by. No. Cancel that.Not noticing the looks that were given to her by the male teenagers and men in that American airport. To them, the girl that was covered in the most expensive yet simple designer clothes was a real babe. Perfectly smooth legs, unblemished face, golden hair that reflected like an angel's when touched by the sun's rays, and oh don't forget---

Ooops…..hehehe…caught by the bodyguard who had now shown his gun….okie…going back to their previous work…..

K sniggered as he hid it again. Not noticing the frown that was still plastered in her face, green eyes fuming with rage. Have a nice flight indeed. If her plane number wasn't the sign she took on what she had been dreading for then she didn't know what was.

----o-O-o----

Shuichi stopped. No. It couldn't be...

Shuichi stared at the American postcard that was in between his and Yuki's bills this month. It pictured a nice view of the "pretty lady with the torch" in new york city. He racked his brain trying to remember. Gah. Who was he kidding? He didn't have any chance in this with tatsuha living for a whole day w/out Ryuichi Sakuma in mind.

But,anyway, it wasn't exactly the fact that he didn't know what the name of that stupid statue's name. Never mind the fact that the stinking postcard smelled vaguely nice – Lacoste's : A Touch of Pink perhaps?—or that the postcard was doodled by hearts. No, it was more of that there, on the left side, was a picture of the most stunning teenaged girl—somewhere in 16?-- he had ever seen. At least in his lifetime. And her eyes….her eyes….where had he seen them before? Ignoring that for a while again, he presumed of her as a model. At least, for him, she looked like a model. Okay, now Shuichi wanted to cry.

He wanted to cry because he thought that after their little talk on their little date and that talk in America and after Yuki went back to Japan to be with him after the concert that went after all that, everything would be fine between them now. But,no. It didn't seem so. Before everything happened, Tatsuha already told Shuichi of Yuki's little…erm…"paramours" of the opposite sex when they weren't together ..or haven't met yet…Shuichi, at that time just laughed it off, but really! A high school girl! Yuki Eiri was going too far!

" Nani? Hontoni?"

Speak of the devil.

Yuki had walked over to the living room with the cordless phone on his hand, oblivious to his lover and seemed absorbed in his conversation.

One glance at him and question marks popped out of nowhere near shuichi's head. Never, in his memory, had he seen Yuki smiling in more than a second and talking to the phone with his eyes glinting in interest. What was this all about?

He heard something along the lines of "Can't wait too see her…" , "Me too" and "Ayaka"…

Ayaka! What would Hiro say about this!

" Hn. Bye. Ya, I'll pick her up in the airport"

Yuki hanged up and looked at Shuichi.

Shuichi blinked.

"You…"

"Me?"

"Leave."

"EH!"

----o-O-o----

Shuichi huffed, trying to keep his pace with Yuki who had not even offered so much as an answer to any question whatsoever. What was going on? Screw this, who was it that was so important that Yuki wanted Shuichi to leave the condo and pick-up at the airport!

Fuming with all those nagging voices in his head, he did not even see that he Yuki had already stopped and had collided with the novelist. "Yuki…?" , he asked hesitantly, peering out from under the said person. Said person ignored him and looked straight with such happiness that Shuichi thought he wouldv'e been a male version of Barbie.

Now positively wanting to get things straight, he looked as to where yuki's eyes where staring at or too only to have himself gape his mouth open like an idiot.

There, standing in front of them, was none other than K!

Except, he wasn't the reason why certain emotion were coursing through the two lovers right now.

Yuck. That would've been disgusting.

In fact, it was the green – eyed beauty that he considered as a model standing right next to his agent!

All was suddenly a blur when the teenager hugged Yuki!

"Na-na-nani!", Shuichi exclaimed, looking at Yuki, who held her back more closely and securely, and the girl, who seemed to be on the verge of tears.

" I missed you…" She sniffed.

" I missed you too…" came Yuki's response that made Shuichi freeze.

Yuki, finally realizing Shuichi's presence, turned to the one in his arms. " Oh yes,…Marissa….this is Shuichi Shindou…" he trailed off.

Too heartbroken to respond, Shuichi nodded and opted for a smile while hoping that Yuki was getting his telephatic urges of explanation.

Marissa slowly disentangled herself from Yuki only to stare at Shuichi with great distaste.

Shuichi cocked hi head on a side. Did he do something wrong? Was his smile that scary?

" Shuichi…this is Marissa…"

'No…!.really?' Shuichi thought sarcastically.

" She's Ayaka's daughter…"

A silence.

"….And mine…"

K hit Shuichi on the head.

"WTF!"

----o-0-o-----

A/n: Wahahahaha! Oh,right. Anyway, review please! Don't worry, I SWEAR that this is Yaoi! Hehehe…twisted little story,eh?

As said in sumarry, Yuki, the REAL yuki…will be here…just….not right now…..

I know.

Im evil.

If you're all curious about Marissa Brooke, check out that character in The O.C. in her name. Or search about Mischa Barton. Yeah,lol, Im a fan.

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