Hey guys! I thought I'd do something different from my stories so I can get over the writer's block.

THIS IS THE PREQUEL TO "A GENTLE TOUCH"

Let's see how it goes.

I do not own Gravitation

Warnings: you name it! From death to lemon/s, Yuki/Shuichi - not for children…

Chapter one: The Devil's Grip Begs for your Breath

An undeniable silence filled the room, one single person standing in the unlit statuary on top of a wooden stool.

"Why? Why did it come to this? I left a note and called…there is nothing left. I'm sorry…I love you all."

The figure took a step, the coarse rope that hung loosely at the neck had pulled back suddenly. The person smiled as the last bits of air escaped their lungs, as images of the past thirty years flashed before the eyes.

The figure's hands were bound, the stool long since fallen to the side. The rope hung from the ceiling tauntingly.

The body seized, attempting to undo what the person's free will had desired, futile.

Blood ran down the neck and onto the person's chest, the rope opening flesh as it grind against the skin agonizingly.

The smile remained, escaping from the world and the problems. Doing what the loved one told them to do.

The smile remained as the last breath was snatched from the body by the noose.

The body no longer thrashed in resistance, eyes glazed over as the color became lost, the room was still silent.

One solitary victim hung in the middle of the night waiting for it to be discovered.

The door opened minutes after the person's spirit had left.

"Mika?" Yuki shouted, Shuichi behind him as the room was dark, no one could see she had been dead before their eyes.

Yuki flipped the switch, his eyes widened. Shuichi just stood at the door frame and watched as the scene played out. Mika had hung herself, Shuichi's lover running to free the body in hopes she would cling to life again.

She didn't stir as Eiri shook her shoulder, his eyes releasing the tears that showed his love for his sister. He may have disliked her actions at times but he still loved her. She was his only sister and had saved him before, fed him and took care of him after his mother had passed away.

Yuki knew she was gone, he continued to shake her, he needed to see her eyes open.

Tatsuha had joined the room minutes after Eiri, both receiving the same cryptic message. The Uesugi brothers were hurt, their sister snatched from them. Shuichi did feel some pain that the woman had committed suicide but he knew Yuki needed his space, his eyes scanned the room. He couldn't look at the body or his lover desperately trying to bring her back from the dead.

It was then that Shuichi saw the note that she had left.

Walking slowly to the desk just a few feet from the body, Shuichi picked up the single piece of loose leaf.

Shuichi read silently as the only sounds in the room were of sobs and yelling for her to return to them once more.

'I'm sorry, I know I could be a bitch but I tried my hardest. I had to always do what father wanted, the perfect child and I didn't want Eiri or Tatsuha to go through what I had. My husband is the asshole, he was so different when I met him.

I miss the times I had with you a Eiri, I miss seeing that smile you had. I was so happy that you found someone to bring it back. Please, be happy what ever you do and where ever you go.

Tatsuha, follow your dreams. I know you were afraid of asking Ryuichi to be with you because of dad, just do what you want.

I should have followed my dreams. I should have told you two how much I love you.

I really am proud of you Eiri, you are famous, independent and even though you changed so much since New York, you came back to me. Shuichi, thank you for that.

Tatsuha, you're intelligent, don't follow dad's dreams, do what you want.

Don't mourn me, please. I love you both and it was my decision to do this. It is not your fault, any of you.

I love you all and will be watching so be on your best behavior!

Mika Uesugi

P.S. - Don't kill anyone Eiri, I don't want to see you loose what we have been dying to see for eight years.'

Shuichi looked up, Yuki seemed to have stopped crying, realization of what had happened hitting him. He looked furious, Tatsuha just sat burying his head between his legs, his hands over his head.

"Shuichi, call the police." Yuki surprised him but complied none the less. Shuichi thought his lover forgot he was there and kind of preferred it, he didn't want the man's wrath even in his time of grieving.

"They'll be here in a couple minutes. Yuki, before they get here there is something you both need to see."

Yuki turned his head a bit, his eyes meeting the boy's who was afraid of going near the usually grumpy writer. Shuichi walked to the writer cautiously and handed him the note, despite his appearance, Yuki had not acted out on him. His eyes still held the tenderness it always had for him.

Yuki read it out loud so his brother could hear, his face displaying his many emotions as he went on. Anger, fear, hatred, guilt, happiness, regret, the memories flooding back to him.

"Don't mourn her? How can we not! She is our sister! God damn it!" Tatsuha exclaimed as he thrust his elbow into the wall behind him. Anger. One of the many steps, anger, denial, realization, guilt and in the end the sadness would get to them both.

Shuichi just stood rooted to the spot he was in, he didn't know what to do. He kept quite until the police arrived who had began to ask questions.

"Let's start from the beginning." the officer had asked.

Yuki thought back to what had happened, how things had gone so wrong.

Two weeks earlier.

"Yuki!" Shuichi had been calling out to his lover for some time now, who was by the way locked in his study finishing his last book. He was planning a short vacation for some time. The stress of deadlines and the regular drama in his house had been making his ulcers do back flips. His response? Instead of getting rid of the only difference in his life since his health had worsened, he opted out for a vacation. Shuichi was annoying yes but even though his energy and nature were unfamiliar to the man, he needed the singer. They had been going out for two and a half years now and even though Shuichi had been his boyfriend for such a long time, he had yet to tell him straight out that he loved him.

"God, your voice is annoying! What do you want?" Yuki asked as he opened the door to shut the boy up. He was almost done with his novel, he had a chapter left and yet his lover could not understand the simple concept.

"Did you eat yet? Also, you forgot your medication." The boy was sitting outside the door, staring up at the novelist with his large purple eyes. Yuki did forget to eat but that was because he had found his inspiration, the words were flowing in his story and he had everything in his head just waiting to be written. Of course he wouldn't stop during that time, he had to get it out before it disappeared like a dream, just to vanish before his eyes.

Yuki turned around and went back to work, not even bothering to shut the door or lock it. The younger man walked in and draped his arms around his neck. "Please take care of yourself."

"You can't force me"

"Yes I can." Yuki clicked on the save button on his laptop and shut the lid. He turned around and cocked an eyebrow at his boyfriend.

"How?"

Shuichi sat on his lap and leaned backwards. The boy had a tight shirt that revealed the stomach and a pair of short shorts. Since he moved in with Eiri, he had only worn such promiscuous clothes around his lover. Yuki would never allow him to leave without being covered. Yes, he was strict but Shuichi knew it was because he loved him. He knew Yuki was afraid of anyone looking at his property. His…Yuki had used that word a lot. He was frequently saying things that referred Shuichi to property for the man. Shuichi was unsure if it was because Yuki had a problem concerning emotions that it had to be associated with possessions but Shuichi was glad he was Yuki's possession. The song writer knew that was the closest he'd get to the man saying he loved him.

Shuichi ran his hand up his shirt and showed the man a pink, perked nipple and ran his own tongue over it. His other hand had gone south and caressed the blonde's appendage which had begun to react to what Shuichi was doing.

"You can't have this if you don't take care of yourself." Shuichi then proceeded to pull the man's pants and boxers down a bit as he still straddled him and freed his stiffening member. Shuichi ran his hand slowly up his shaft as Shuichi had used his other hand to dispose of his shirt.

"I don't want any." Yuki responded, he would never back down even if he had been withheld sex for three weeks. His deadline was coming soon so he had to work faster than normal, he secluded himself in his study for long periods of time only to leave to get a cup of coffee or a small bite to eat so his stomach would stop bothering him.

"Is that true?" Shuichi moved from his lap and Eiri felt familiar coldness return to him. His member was still out and at attention when he was about to grab the boy's arm, only to see the boy drop to his knees before him and engulf his penis into his hot, moist mouth.

"Ahh!" Yuki let a louder than usual moan escape his lips, Shuichi pulled back and looked at him. "Don't want any? We'll, if you decide you do, go eat what I put out and take your medication. When you do that, I'll be waiting." Shuichi left before he could say a word.

"Damn cock tease." with that, Yuki stood up and put his clothes back to its original placement. He walked to the kitchen to get his food and take his pills. "The kid's going to pay."

A/N - well, as you know in my story "a gentle touch", Mika is dead. This is what happened three years before the story and what brought our favorite pairs together, this is also partly the story of Mika's life and last words. Now, why do you think she killed herself? Next chapter coming soon.