Please be nice.this is my first Gravi fic and I apologize for this excessively blah chapter but we all have to start somewhere :p

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Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own gravitation.I do own 13 TV episodes, 2 copies of the 2 OVA episodes, and every CD related to Gravitation that has ever been published.so there :P Oh and I do own my OC..Yuki's little sister who's name will be revealed later (I have read a helluva lot of Gravi fics and I have yet to see this out there.)

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9, 10, 11.little red numbers seemed to mock me as I tapped my foot impatiently. Not 20 minutes before had I received the phone call asking (well more like demanding) for me to come home early. We had some "things to discuss" as he so bluntly put it.

This possibly couldn't be good.

So as I made the mad dash from the elevator to the apartment we shared, a million thoughts racked my brain.

"Yuki's dumping me, Yuki found a new lover, Yuki's sick, Yuki's DYING! Yuki's dying and he wants to spend his last remaining days with his new lover."

"Yuki's..having a bed delivered?" I stopped short of the apartment door and watched in amusement as two burly deliverymen tried (rather unsuccessfully) to push a queen- sized bed through our teeny tiny doorway.

Talk about trying to get you elephants through mouse holes.

"Yuki.*ugg*.you in there?" I was trying to squeeze through the part of the doorframe that wasn't currently occupied by bed and delivery man, but all I managed to do was get myself stuck.

Suddenly, I was jerked free by a pale hand, grasping my wrist. The movement was so quick that I wound up landing rather ungracefully on my knees. As I gathered my bearings, my eyes traced their way from the hand that was still protectively grasping my wrist to its owner.

I was met by two hazel eyes, staring back at me with annoyance. It was strange, but this look he gave me was calming. It was the typical Yuki Eiri look. It meant everything was normal, minus the whole bed fiasco.

"Baka." he took a long cigarette drag, letting go of my wrist. "Don't do anything that would possibly make them any slower than they already are."

"Gomen, gomen Yuki.its just when you called I was so.what's up with the bed?" I scrunched my nose as we both watched as the coat rack went crashing to the floor. The deliveryman that had made it inside was now red and sweating despite the fact that the bed had not moved an inch since I had arrived.

Yuki simply rolled his eyes, took another long drag from his cigarette and headed towards the couch. Sighing, I picked myself up off the floor and followed.

He's in a bad mood. This was going to be hard.





As I made my way to the couch, I paused when I noticed the door to the spare room was open. We never used that room for anything more that storage since we had moved here but now it was cleared out and painted.pink?!? 'I don't remember the room being.'

"Yes its pink." he muttered definitively. He must have noticed me eyeing the room. I spun around to face him and noticed he was staring at the floor, jaw locked. He was avoiding eye contact with me.

He's in a REALLY bad mood.

There was only one way that I knew of to deal with Yuki.confront him. It may not sound like the best of ideas, but I knew if I didn't confront him now, he would just mope around in silence for days until he had officially had driven everyone insane with his attitude.

'Might as well get it over with.'I told myself mentally as I braced myself for round one of "20 questions with Yuki Eiri". I strategically positioned myself by sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

"So Yuki, what's up with the bed?"

"You already asked that."

"You didn't answer."

"Do I need to answer every inane question you ask?"

"No, but you pulled me out of work early for a bed, so an answer on 'what's up with the bed' would be nice."

"I did not pull you out of work for a bed. If you were busy, you shouldn't have come."

"I took care of it and that's besides the point, don't avoid the question.Yuki, what's up with the bed?"

"What's up with the bed.it a bed."

'Okay so I need to be a little more direct if he's going to play that game.'

"So the bed is for me?"

"Why would I buy you a bed when you have a perfectly good couch."

"So then why did you buy the bed?"

"Because the room needed it."

'What?'

"Ooookay, the room needed a bed because?"

"It just did."

"Fine, then why is the room now pink? You can't possibly tell me its because you actually like the color pink."

"I keep you around don't I." he smirked as he point to my bubblegum pink mop of hair.

I sighed as I lay down on the table, arms spread wide. He was being more difficult than usual. Usually at this point he would have been frustrated, called me a baka, and told me what was bothering him. I had a feeling that this time things were way past the norm.

"Uesugi-san, the bed is in and installed" I jumped a little as the deliveryman spoke. I had completely forgotten that they were still here.

"And how many holes in my walls did it take you," Yuki grumbled as he escorted the deliveryman to the door.

I took this opportunity to walk across the living room to the infamous now pink room. It was definitely pink alright, not as bright as my hair and more towards the pastel side,,,but pink nevertheless. There was a floor length mirror standing in the corner made out of a light wood, the oversized bed to my right, a dresser and night table made from the same wood as the mirror also positioned in the room. No doubt, the room was decidedly feminine..

A set of what looked like picture albums placed in the nook of the night table catches my eye. Yuki was not one to even let pictures be taken of him (for the exception of the occasional article) let alone keep an actual picture album.

'What are the.'

"Don't touch them."

I spun around to see Yuki angrily glaring at me. "Out. Now."

I stumbled a bit as he none-too-gently pushed me out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Now I was pissed. First he makes me leave work early causing me to worry, then he avoids my question, and now he's pushing me around.

I knew I had one last ace up my sleeve. If this tactic didn't work.I would never figure out what was bother him (well, at least until he decided to tell me).

I am going to "pull a YUKI".

After slamming the door, Yuki had begun to make his way towards the couch. When he noticed I was not following him, he stopped. I had simply crossed my arms and leaned against the wall waiting for him to turn around.

"Stop crying. You're not a little girl, you know." Yuki sighed as he slowly turned around. His eyes widen at what he saw.

"I'M NOT CRYING."I hissed, imitating my best Yuki Eiri Death Glare

He stood like that, glare for glare, for a good 15 minutes or so before Yuki gave up.

"AH! You're being difficult!" he threw up his hands as he walked past me, reopened the door to "the room" and went in. I didn't move from my spot. Whatever it was, I had the feeling I was going to get my answer soon.

And not 10 seconds later, I did.in the form of one of the albums I was eyeing earlier. He roughly shoved the book into my hands as he stalked back to the couch.

I slowly followed, examining the book as I did. It was covered in a pink clothe with little red hearts attached in a rhythmic pattern. There was a oval pink plaque made from glass attached to the front with the name "Uesugi" simply etched across it. It had the feeling that it was hand made and done so with much care.

A smile slowly spread across my face as I resumed my original position on the table. I had a feeling that his album was very important and it warmed me to think that Yuki was going to share it with me.

"Well, are you going to just stare at it.?"Yuki's voice jarred me from my reverie.

I carefully undid the thin white ribbon that was keeping the book closed. As I turned the cover, my face broke out into a full on grin. I was greeted with images of a young Uesugi family. There were pictures of Mika, ranging from goofy preteen to blooming teenager as well a very chibi Tatsuha and a smiling Eiri?

There were pictures taken of beach trips, picnics, and birthday parties. Each one with smiling faces, the children obviously getting older as each page turned. There was a woman in many of them with the same shade of light brown hair that Mika had, same hazel eyes as Yuki. She was breathe- taking to say the least, long arms and legs, graceful body.she always had a smile on her face that seemed to make the picture come alive.

"Yuki was this your mother?" I asked him in a hushed voice. I knew his mother had died a long time ago, I think when he was 12 or so, that's all I was ever told.

"Ah.." he answered looking wistfully out the window.

I continued to browse through the album when I began to notice a trend. In almost every picture from around the time Tatsuha was walking, there was another little person in the picture.I really hadn't noticed this little girl at first, she was mostly being carried in the first few pages but it struck me with one picture in particular.

Mika had to be around 16 or so, which made Yuki around 10 years old.Tatsuha would have been 4 and there was the little girl, carried by a struggling Yuki. She was probably no older than 2 or 3. She had the same coloring as Yuki, golden hair and hazel eyes sparkling with flecks of gold. She seemed to be reaching towards the person taking the picture.smiling the same warm smile that I had seen earlier on Yuki's mother. Yuki was laughing at the same time as trying his darnedness not to drop the little buddle of energy.

From that point on in the album, she was in every picture. It was almost like everything in the pictures would gravitate towards this sprite. And Yuki.I have never seen Yuki that happy. There were pictures with her covered head to toe in what looked like chocolate pudding, pictures with her wearing Yuki's glasses which were obviously too big for her, pictures of her putting Tatsuha's hair in pigtails.and in every picture Yuki was in he was laughing.

I noticed the book seemed to stop around the time Yuki was 16, around the time he went to America. As I closed the book and faced the now adult and decidedly sour Yuki, I dared to ask the question.

"Yuki, that room is for the person in the picture isn't it?"

"Ah."

"Who is she?"

Yuki suddenly stood up and took a three-step stride to his office. I cast my eyes on the precious little album, fiddling with its decorations. He stopped, hand on the knob and without turning around whispered.

"She's my little sister."

And with that I heard the door close.



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This is definitely going to get interesting but I had to start off with a little explanation first..