Author's note: Hey there! You may have seen something of mine before, recently finished. 'Eternal' for Gravitation. Well, here's my second Gravitation fic! I had come up with both fic ideas around the same time, but I wrote the fluff one first! This is a bit more angst, well it may not seem like it at first, but it is. Please read and review! Constructive criticism accepted.

Disclaimer:Maki Murakami is a genius who cannot be beaten by a mere mortal fic like this. Maki owns the ever-immortal Gravitation. (My first disclaimer xD)

Pairings:Yuki x Shuichi.

Warnings:Yaoi. Obviously. It IS Gravitation, after all.

Wrenched Apart

Chapter one

The Letter

Shuichi ran along the streets excitedly, headed towards Yuki's apartment. He got to a large and somewhat fancy apartment building and entered, exploding through the hallways and up to the floor Yuki's place was situated. He burst through the door and stampeded around the apartment until he found Yuki in his study, typing up yet another story. Shuichi hugged Yuki vigorously. Well, more like tackled him. "Ne, ne, Yuki? Guess what?" Shuichi asked.

"What is it, brat? I'm trying to work," Yuki replied.

"Yuuuuuuuki! Stop being so mean! I want to tell you something!" Shuichi said, in his whiny voice. Yuki stood up, picked Shuichi up by the collar and threw him out of the study. Shuichi landed on the floor in a heap. He got back up and burst through the study door once again.

"Yuki! I want to tell you my news!" Shuichi yelled. Yuki growled and threw him out once again. Shuichi sighed and sat on the couch. Yuki was obviously busy…he probably should knock before entering his study.

All he had wanted to tell Yuki was that he had numerous gigs and concerts coming up, which could boost their popularity. They had already sold over a million copies of their album and he had had a date with Yuki, even if he had not been able to go to the theme park in the end. But sometime after that, Yuki had made it up to him; they went to the theme park another time, which he was grateful for. He never dreamed Yuki would take him on another date. It was one of the best times in his life. He kept treasured the photo they got of each other, in memory of that day. He smiled at the memory of it. Today, K-san had come into the recording room with news of their upcoming gigs. Shuichi had jumped for joy at the news. He could not wait. He sat there in the living room and sighed, staring at a picture frame bearing a picture of himself and a reluctant looking Yuki. He had managed to persuade him to get a proper picture taken with him. He smiled down at the picture. He put it onto the floor and lay back onto the sofa; falling asleep.

Yuki sat there, writing his latest novel. He wondered why he could not get any peace when he needed it. He brushed a hand through his already messed up hair and sighed. So far, the story he was writing was going well. He had decided, for the very first time in his history of books, to have the couple have a happy ending. He stood up, walking towards the door. He exited his study and made his way to the kitchen, bringing out a beer from the almost empty fridge; empty except for numerous cans of beer, that is. With a click, he opened the can and took a sip. He returned to the living room, seeing Shuichi curled up on the couch; asleep. He sighed; he felt a little bad for not letting him tell his story. He shook his head; why should he feel bad? The brat was forever pestering him, interrupting him and annoying him.

He thought for a moment. He then walked over to where the brat was sleeping and picked him up. He placed him in their bed; as these days, Yuki had allowed him to sleep in his bed every night if he wished. Yuki sometimes wondered why; from time to time he would wake up and find Shuichi cuddling him close. He found that rather peculiar. He would instantly shrug himself out of the brat's arms. Yuki sighed and placed the pinked haired singer into the bed, knowing he would regret it later. He returned to his study and proceeded to write more of his story. Sometime later, he saved his work and switched the laptop off. He walked out of his study and into his room, where Shuichi was sprawled out across the bed. Yuki walked over to his side and slid into the bed. He stared at the sleeping boy for a moment; it seemed that the brat was peaceful, despite being chucked forcefully out of the study earlier. He leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He went back to his original position and turned over, falling asleep minutes later.

The next morning, Shuichi woke up to find he was in Yuki's bed. He blinked in surprise, as Yuki normally left him be whenever he took the couch at night. He also found that he was half on top of Yuki; his head had been resting under Yuki's chin. He immediately got up and off of him, as he knew Yuki hated it when Shuichi hugged hold of him during the night. Yuki seemed to frown in his sleep and turned over. Shuichi sighed, taking that as a sign that Yuki did not approve of him sleeping practically on top of him and got out of the bed. He got some clothes on and headed out of the apartment, off to the NG building for another day of practise.

Yuki had felt Shuichi get off of him, for he was a somewhat light sleeper. He frowned unconsciously; as in reality, he liked it when Shuichi was close to him during the night. He was just in denial with himself. He opened his eyes when Shuichi left the apartment and sat up. He stared at the side of the bed Shuichi slept on, well, more liked started sleeping on, and just sat there. After a while he shook himself out of his stupor and got out of the bed, changing into a shirt and pair of trousers. He walked groggily into the kitchen and took a can of beer out of the fridge. He looked at it and shook his head, placing it back into the fridge. A memory came back to him, as he remembered Shuichi sat in the kitchen one morning and Yuki had walked in, taking a beer out of the fridge.

'Yukiii, you shouldn't drink that stuff so early in the morning,' Shuichi had whined. Yuki had blinked at him and, sighing, replaced the beer. He still could not remember what made him do what the brat said. He looked at the contents of the cupboards and brought out a box of cereal, which looked rather childish. He blinked and realised Shuichi must have got himself some cereal. He looked to the sink and saw no dirty bowl to be washed and realised Shuichi left without breakfast. He replaced the cereal back into the cupboard; he was not going to try the stuff, for it could turn him into a baka like Shuichi.

Yuki walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He spotted the picture frame and picked it up. He gazed at it, remembering how much Shuichi had wanted the picture done. He smiled. Despite much argument and annoyance, Yuki felt somewhat…happy. He placed the picture on the windowsill and walked out into the hallway to check to see if there was any mail. A few letters lay on the floor below the doorway. He ripped open the first few and tossed them aside, as he walked back into the living room. He looked at the last letter; it did not look official. Who would send him random mail? He did not enclose his new address to anyone and those who did know did not write to him. He sighed and opened the letter. He read through it and by the end, his eyes were wide with shock and he seemed to be shaking a little. A noise of what sounded like a cross between fear and choking slightly came from him.

Author's note: What did you think? Please review and let me know what you thought! Constructive criticism accepted, just be nice. :) I was listening to Anti-Nostalgic as I wrote most of this and it really works. Well, the tune. It's such a lovely song that I have recently got into, along with Glaring Dream. 3 They're both great.