Title: Scars

By: Aizawa Sakura

Disclaimer: Gravitation and all its characters belong to Maki Murakami-san. That's not me.

Summary: Shuichi loses his will to live. Tatsuha falls in love with him and is prepared to do anything to save his life. Even send him to Japans no.1 Casanova.

Authors note: Laliho! The adorable Aizawa Sakura is back! Cherry and Strawberries to everyone who left me a review. Glad you like Nightly Thoughts. This fic, however, will be kinda different.

Scars is slightly AU.

Changes:

Shuichi and Hiro both live in Kyoto.

Yuki and Ayaka are not engaged.

Yuki did not kill Kitazawa, although he blames himself for his tutor's death.

Tohma is happy married with Mika, and does not lust for Yuki.

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Prologue

They were going to a concert. Nittle Grasper. Completely sold out. It was a miracle that they had got tickets in the first place, and Shindou Shuichi couldn't believe that he was actually going. It was to perfect. He was so lucky. Tohma, Noriko and Ryuichi were his hero's. After listening to their first CD and seeing them on TV he knew that he wanted to work with music as well. Not only wanted, but had to. There would be no future for him if there weren't music.

His best friend, Nakano Hiroshi, already played the guitar, and together they formed a band called Bad Luck. Shuichi put all his energy into becoming a superb keyboard player. Like his God, Seguchi Tohma. And he did. He became a great keyboard player. He wrote both music and lyrics, and while he and Hiroshi played, Maiko used to sing. Then, Maiko became more interested in school and in different study groups, and, as he started to do more and more singing, it turned out that Shuichi's real strength was his voice. So he abandoned the keyboard and instead, he became Bad Lucks vocalist. In their home town, Kyoto, Hiroshi and Shuichi were on their way to make a name for themselves.

But right now, they were on Hiroshi's motorcycle, on their way to the most important concert ever. They were going to see Nittle Grasper perform live. Life couldn't be better. They were almost there when it happened.

The car came from nowhere. Totally out of control. It slammed into them from the side. The last thing Shuichi saw was how the wreck of the motorcycle seamed to be flying towards him. Hiroshi had seven bones broken in the impact. But he stayed conscious. The last thing he heard was a doctor saying that they needed to operate Shuichi's trachea immediately, otherwise the boy would die. Then everything was black.

At the same moment, Seguchi Tohma announced that Nittle Grasper was breaking up. This was their last concert.

Slowly, Nakano Hiro opened his eyes. There was a woman sitting by his side. He didn't know who she was, but thought he should have done. But he couldn't remember anything at all. It felt like he was at the end of the world. And the world was getting darker.

Next time he opened his eyes, there was a lot of people in white clothes around him. Doctors.

"Shuichi" he whispered. Then he screamed the same thing. Over and over again.

The third time he opened his eyes, there was only two persons in the room with him. One man in white clothes and the women he had seen the first time he awoke. His mother.

"Welcome back" the doctor said, "can you remember your name?"

Hiro just looked at him.

"You were in a traffic accident. You have been in a coma for the past six weeks. Do you remember anything?"

"Mom" Hiro said, "where is Shuichi?"

His mother took his hand.

"He's at home" she answered, "he's safe."

"Good" Hiro said. Then he went back to sleep.

About a week later, Hiro went to visit Shuichi. At the same time as he got into the house he realized that something was wrong. The usual Shuichi would have come running to greet him, throwing himself at him. He wouldn't care at all about the fact that Hiro just had got out of the hospital. But Shuichi didn't come.

"Where is he?" Hiro asked Shuichi's mom, griping the flowers he had brought along a bit too hard.

"In his room" she said, "but he's not the way he used to be."

Shuichi was in his bed. He was pale and his face was blank. He didn't show any feelings at all. The shirt he was wearing seamed to be a bit too big for him, and several scares covered his throat.

"Shu?" Hiro said, "are you okay?"

The boy's expression didn't change at all, but he reached out his hand. Hiro took it. He dropped the flowers on the floor and climbed into the bed. Shuichi warped his arms, around Hiro and buried his face in his chest, showing the guitarist that he really wanted him to be there. Hiro hugged him as hard as he could, and he just wanted to cry. He was the one that had got all his bones broken, but Shuichi had lost the dearest thing he had.

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AN: That's it for this time. Tatsuha will appear in Chapter 1. What do you think? Good? Bad? Did it suck? Was it the best thing you have ever read? Pleas tell me. Next chapter should be up in about a week. Until then, stick around and take care. You are our sunflower.