I don't know what it got into me, but I felt the sudden urge of writing a Gravitation fic in English. So I hope you'll like it! Just beware of the incest...

OoC just to be sure.

The loud banging on the door wake him up and seeing that it wouldn't stop until he opened it he got out of bed. As he was opening the door, he started talking.

"I swear to God, Shuichi, that if you are here to bug me about…" He blinked at the sight of the bald fat man in front of his house. "Yes?"

"Is this Eiri Uesugi?" The man asked, blinking, thinking that he had seen this man somewhere before.

"Why?"

"Hum… Well, I come from Kyoto, and I have this kid in the taxi that looks exactly like you but his hair is darker and he's beaten up badly…"

Tatsuha. Before he realised it, he was running down to the entry of the apartments area and opening the door of the taxi, finding, exactly, Tatsuha, sleeping on the back seats. Oh God. Without saying anything he took him and carried him upstairs, where the taxi driver was waiting for them.

"Did he have any bag with him?" He asked as he put his brother on the sofa, lying.

"No, Uesugi-san." The blond nodded and paid the man very generously. "Sir, this is a lot more…"

"For the way back and for not asking questions." He said as he closed the door before going back to his brother. He shook his shoulder softly "Tatsuha, hey, Tatsuha." He said and the youngest opened his eyes, looking at his brother and before Yuki could do anything Tatsuha jumped into his arms. "Tat…suha?"

"Don't send me back, please Eiri. Don't send me back there." He was trembling widely and Yuki could only pat his head, awkwardly.

"It's ok, Tatsuha, I won't." He said softly and then kissed his head. "C'mon, let's go to bed." He tried to stand up, but the black haired one tightened his hold on his shirt.

"Eiri, don't leave…"

"Tatsuha, I'm not leaving, but we need to go to sleep, ok? Ok?" He whispered and the teen nodded as he stood up, imitating his brother. He grabbed his big brother's hand and followed him. "I'm going to warm up some milk, ok? Change your clothes and get into bed." He whispered before ruffling his hair softly. But Tatsuha didn't let go of his hand. "Tatsu…" He started but stopped when his ototo hugged him tightly. "I'll be right back, no more than ten minutes, ok?"

"Promise?"

"Yes, Tatsuha, I promise." Yuki was growing impatient, he wasn't able to keep a nice façade for too long and he was arriving to his limit. The black haired one nodded and sat down on the bed, the elder petted his head softly. "Stay here, all right?" He nodded again and sat down on the bed.

Yuki left the room and went to the kitchen. Once alone and sure that his little brother couldn't see him he slammed his fist against the table. He couldn't believe that his brother, the guy that was into voodoo, sadism and that was cocky as hell, had pleaded him not to leave him alone.

He wanted to kill whoever had broken him. And he hadn't felt that surge since Aizawa beat his ex-boyfriend half to dead. And he didn't feel it that bad.

He sighed as he sat down and hid his face in his arms, sighing. He and Shuichi broke up about five months ago and remained as friends. Very close friends as they had shared so many things and Shu-chan (as he kept calling him when they were alone) was one of the very few persons who knew about his past. They decided to call it off when they realized they were not in love anymore due the lack of time they spent together since Yuki became not a National, but an International known and loved writer and Bad Luck's fame increased as well.

That and the fact that they both fell in love with a new person each. But they hadn't told those people yet, they didn't dare.

But it wasn't weird to see Shuichi all clingy with Yuki, either.

His cell phone buzzed and he picked it up, without looking who was it.

"Yuki? Are you ok?" He almost snickered: Shuichi always new when something was wrong with him, even if they weren't even in the same space.

"Shu-chan…" He whispered, his voice breaking.

"Yuki? What is it?"

"Tatsuha…" He only said, knowing Shindou would understand. "It's just getting worse, I can't handle it…" He said and he heard a rustle of clothes. "Shuichi?"

"I'm coming."

"Don't. You have to be up tomorrow early for the photo session." He said.

"Is he ok?"

"He was… about to cry, Shu. To fucking cry. The only times I've seen him cry it's when Sakuma is around him. I'm not letting him go back there."

"You'll be ok?" The singer asked softly.

"Yeah. He's my brother first and my crush later, Shuichi."

Shuichi was the tempted to huff at the 'crush' word, but he knew Yuki didn't deserve this now, so he bit his tongue.

"Call me if you need anything, ok?"

"Yeah. Thank you Shu-chan." He said.

"Any time. I'll come by tomorrow."

"Ok. You have the key, right?"

"Yeah. Good night Yuki."

"Good night Shu."

He stood up and sighed, rubbing his face when he heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. He looked the clock. Shit. Half an hour had gone by.

"Eiri…?" The voice came soft, almost as if he was scared of speaking.

"Tatsuha." He said, standing up and walking to him. "I thought I told you to stay in the room."

"Y-you were taking really long…" He whispered and Yuki sighed patting the chair next to him.

"I'm sorry. Shu called." He half-explained and ruffled his hair again, softly. "Do you want something to eat?" He asked as he stood.

"Chocolate milk?"

"Sure." And he thanked mentally that Shuichi had left some of his favourite food in there. He prepared it and then gave it to him. "Tatsuha?" He called him as he sat down next to him again, beer in hand.

"Yeah?"

"Who did this to you?" The writer asked, serious.

"Can't…" The teen mumbled, shaking his head violently, almost spilling the hot that he had in his hands.

"Hey, hey." Eiri took the mug away and pulled him into a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles in his back. "It's ok, it's ok. You don't have to tell me, all right?" He whispered, kissing his forehead slightly. "Finish your milk and let's go back to bed, ok?"

Tatsuha did as told and then followed Eiri to their room. Once more grabbing his hand. Once in the dorm, they lay down and Tatsuha curled himself on a ball, shaking, on his side of the bed, almost on the edge of it.

"Tatsuha, come here." Eiri said softly, drawing him into his arms.

"Aniki…" He grabbed the soft silk shirt and broke on tears.

"Oh Tatsuha…" He said and then hugged him hard enough to leave bruises, but when he moaned painfully he softened his hold, but never releasing him, peppering soft kisses in his dark hair. "It's ok. You are not going back there. You are going to live here with me."

At that, the black-haired male shot backward, his eyes opened wide and blinking furiously.

"What…?"

"You are not going back to Kyoto. Not with the old men ignoring this. Ignoring you."

"B-but I have to work at the temple…" he stuttered.

"Nonsense. You are going back to school." Yuki replied, drawing him back into his arms.

"School?" He blinked like an owl: it had been ages since he had gone to school. Since he was twelve he had a home-teacher.

"Yes, school. I know you always wanted to study cooking but that the old man did not let you."

"But you can't! You can't pay it for me! I won't let you." He exclaimed.

"Shush. We'll discuss that tomorrow once the doctor has checked you up. Now sleep." He kissed his forehead and Tatsuha snuggled closer to his big brother.

After that, lulled by Eiri's heartbeat he finally fell sleep. And in what it felt like years, he could sleep all night without having any nightmare.

Yuki smiled like only one person had seen him do and fell sleep too, his hold tightening slightly around his little brother.

Next morning, when Tatsuha woke up, his first reaction was to think I'm late. But then he felt the soft sheets around his body, the firm chest under his cheek and the strong hands around his body. He looked up and saw the face that was exactly like his own, only more mature and with golden hair falling over the closed eyes. It wasn't a dream. I'm really with him. I'm safe now. He snuggled to him again, wincing in pain when a bruise stretched, but it wasn't something unbearable.

Next time he woke up, it was at the sounds of three voices: two familiar, one completely unknown. He grabbed one of Eiri's sweatpants and made his way to the kitchen, were he found his brother, his brother's ex-boyfriend and a man he didn't know at all.

"Oh God! Tatsuha!" Shuichi cried when he first saw him.

"Shuichi." Yuki only said as he stood up and brought Tatsuha to the table before handing him a mug with hot milk and the cocoa powder. "Tatsuha, this is Dr. Hyuga." He said. "I want him to look at you." He explained and the youngest bit his lip.

"Why?"

"Uesugi-kun, you might have some bone sprained, and if we let it go too far the damage will be greater. I won't take long."

"Can we… Can we do it alone?" He asked hesitantly to his brother who nodded.

"Use my room. And take a shower when you are done, ok?"

"Yes aniki."

When Doctor Hyuga and the younger Uesugi were gone, Shuichi hugged Yuki as hard as he could.

"He'll be ok." He whispered, combing the blond strands.

"It's just… I don't understand why my dad hasn't done something yet. I mean, there's no way he hasn't seen the black eyes or the bruises on his cheeks…" He sighed and hid his face on his hands again. "I feel like I need to break something. Or someone, to be exact."

"Don't do anything stupid, you hear me?" Shuichi said, tilting the elder's head backwards.

"I'm not that stupid, baka." Shuichi sighed and nodded before putting everything in the sink. "God, you were never this organized with me." He said, smirking.

"You were never this affectionate with me either." Shuichi teased back, clearly without regret in his words. "Oh shit. I'm running late."

"You are always late." Yuki pointed out and Shuichi stuck his tongue out.

"Anyway, call me if you need anything, ok?"

"About that. Are you doing something tomorrow night?" The blond asked as they walked to the front door.

"No. Why?"

"I have to do some promo for my new book and my editor decided that going to a conference about 'different ways to express your art' would be the perfect occasion to do it so." He explained. "Could you come here and stay with him?"

"Of course. We'll watch some of Sakuma-san videos… You still have them?" He asked.

"That baka ototo of mine didn't let me throw away under the thread of calling Mika and tell her I was being an ass again." He sighed.

"Perfect! And call me when the doctor tells you his state!"

"Hai, hai." He said and then closed the door and went back to the kitchen, starting to wash everything, trying to keep his mind occupied.

"Uesugi-san." He turned around when the doctor called him.

"Hyuga-san. How is he?" The writer asked as he lit a cigarette and leaned against the counter, and although it seemed a relaxed posture, the doctor knew better than that: Yuki Eiri, the ma who was known for showing no feeling, was tense.

"Nothing is broken or sprained. He doesn't seem to have or have suffered a concussion. The bruises will heal, although it's the mental damage what has me worried."

At that, Eiri's body shot forward, hands planted on the table. "Mental damage?"

Well, that's it so far. Hope you did like it... and well, I did warn about the OoC, but I always thought Yuki really cared for Tatsuha more than he ever let people (even Tatsuha himself) see.