I don't own gravitation

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Hiro watched as Shuichi yawned for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning. It was only natural that his best friend would be losing sleep. After all, that time of the year was rapidly approaching. While the guitarist did not know the exact date of the event that always got the singer so worked up, he did know that it was around this time every year that the singer seemed sing the blues. However even though he knew this behavior was a normal yealy occurrence, he could not help but worry over his best friend and his mental state.

"Shuichi are you alright, you don't look too good." He then lowered his voice and continued. "I know that it is coming up, but you shouldn't be losing this much sleep over it. It's already been seven years since then. You'd think that someone would have moved on, even if only little bit."

Shuichi's eyes widened, and then narrowed into dangerous slits. In a frightening voice he bellowed, "Do you really think I could forget something like that? Do you think you could bring yourself to understand what it felt like to see her dead? How can I move after such a traumatizing experience? You tell me, how am I supposed to act?"

"Hold on," Hiro defended. He held his hands up as though he were protecting himself from some sort of attacker. "There's no reason to get so worked up. I didn't mean it the way you think I did. I just don't think that dwelling on the past the way you have been good for you."

"Not good for me, huh," Shuichi whispered to himself. His face took on a dejected appearance. He turned on his heal and slowly exited the room.

"Why," he asked no one in particular. "Why couldn't it have been me instead," he yelled. "Why did it have to be this way?"

He turned and punched the wall beside him, the rested his head on it. Tears began falling silently, and soon after sobs followed. He sank to the floor, wrapped his arms around his knees and lowered his head to them. His sobs soon subsided to an occasional sniffle however his tears persisted "Happy birthday, Hikari," He whispered to an empty hallway.

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Ryuichi watched the young girl exit Tohma's office and walk down the corridor, toward the elevators. The girl was incredibly cute in his opinion.

She had long thin raven black hair, with gentle curves. She was thin, not anorexic thin though. She had meat on her bones, just no excess body fat. She had an ample bust, and curves and dips in all the right places. Her eyes were a gold color, shining and glimmering in the light, but still managing to look dull and lifeless.

Although fascinated by her unrivaled beauty, he had a bad feeling about her. It fluttered and ignited in his core, making him feel very ill. What was it exactly that made him feel this way? It felt as though she was taking something precious away from him, even though he had never talked to, nor seen her before in his life. So, why was it that he was feeling this way?

Perhaps it was Kumagoro's fascination with her. Why was he so interested in a girl they had never met before? It upset the singer tremendously.

"Hey Kumagoro, can you stop staring at that girl?" When Kumagoro ignored him, the feeling in his stomach worsened considerably. Ryuichi began to walk in the other direction, clearly upset at the fact that Kumagoro would still not tear his attention away from her.

That made it official. From this point on, Ryuichi decided that he would hate this unknown girl. He stalked off to Tohma's office. He wanted to get as much distance between him and that girl as possible.

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Another chapter revised. It's still pretty bad, but not as bad as it was so yay I guess. Did my writing really suck that much back then? Wow.