Disclaimer - I dont own Gravitation however I do tend to act like Im in it... notthatthathasanythingtodowithit...

SHUICHI SHINDOU POV

"Hey Shuichi!"

I groaned.

"You've been in there for ages. Is there anything wrong?"

I grimaced at the pain shooting through my thigh. "No Hiro I'm fine really," I lied. I was good at lying really. Most of my life was lies.

"Well okay then but you better hurry up. K's polishing his magnum," came the reply of the guitarist on the other side of the door.

I reached for the toilet role and pressed it into the gaping self inflicted wound on my right inner thigh. "Ill be out in a minute," I rushed, trying desperetly hard no to let the panic show in my voice at blood spilled from the cut, which would stain my jeans with obvious crimson blood.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine Hiro!" God what would it take to convince him and make him leave me alone. I heard him walk over to the bathroom door and pause for a moment. Audibly sighing before eventually leaving and I turned my attention to the long deep gash. It was deep. Much deeper then it should have been. Everything would have gone better if Hiro hadn't walked in.

Damn how would I get out of this? The cut was deep. It really should have stitches. And even if I did bandage it up then the pressure on my leg would probably reopen it.

I banged my head, hard, against the cubical wall. Since I was in the end one on the row, which just happened to be a brick wall. I had forgotten my first aid kit, with my bandages in it. It was in my bag back in the studio. I'd just have to wrap toilet paper around my leg tightly and hope for the best. I'd just have to deal with it when I got home. I shuddered at the thought of 'home', as I stood slowly. Careful to clean up after myself.

The fourth floor toilets at NG were empty besides my self now. I could hear the faint murmur of music from the other studios nearby. I slowly opened the cubical door and padded over to the sink, splashing cold water onto my face to make me feel more alive… it didn't. But I shook my head and smiled, putting back my happy, hyperactive, fake mask and went to face the wrath of K. I knew that I wouldn't get any food today. Then again I've lost a lot of my appetite anyway. Though another part of me knew too that sooner or later Hiro would come looking for answers.