Authors Note: Alrighty Here's the second chapter, I hope you like it. Oh and thankyou so much to my reviewers, I'm so glad you're liking what I have so far.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, but I do own my own Kumagoro plushie!!

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The buzzing sound of an alarm clock rang throughout a small bedroom where a young man lay fast asleep. His face scrunched up slightly as the noise met his ears, but he didn't make any motion to wake up just yet. Instead he made soft grunting noise and rolled over onto his stomach.

After a few more minutes of the buzzing, the young man sat up and yanked the alarm clock off the table. He stared at it for a moment with a blank, tired expression and then threw it against the wall.

The man's eyes widened as the clock smashed into pieces. "Oh shit!!" He exclaimed obviously more awake now then he had been a few minutes ago. "Great that's the fifth time this week." With a heavy sigh, the man crawled out of bed and headed into his bathroom to get ready for work.

After a quick shower the man wrapped a towel around his waist and walked over to the sink; catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were a beautiful shade of lavender and matched well with his dark brown hair. I remember when it used to be pink. He thought; reaching for his toothbrush. But that was the old Shuichi, I'm not who I used to be anymore. Indeed Shuichi was not who he once was; but then again, It had been three years.

The night Shuichi said goodbye to Yuki for good, he had not run to Hiro's like he usually did after a fight. Instead he took a taxi to the nearest hotel and stayed there for a night. While there he made arrangements online for a one way flight to England, and the next morning after stopping by NG to drop off a letter of resignation from Bad Luck he boarded his flight and hadn't been seen since.

Shuichi now worked as a photographer for a popular magazine, lucky for him his boss spoke several languages including Japanese. She however did enroll him in an English language class at a nearby college and he amazingly was able to catch on to the language quite easily. This was partly because he had managed to remember some of the English he learned in high school. Shuichi quite enjoyed his job, when he lived in Japan he was able to express himself through music and now he did that in photography. There were times when he missed his old life, but he normally did his best to ignore it. His old life carried to much pain, and he didn't want to ever feel that pain again.

"Damn I better hurry up or I'm gonna be late!" Shuichi exclaimed; looking down at his watch. Yanking off his towel; he rushed back into his room and pulled on a pair of plain blue boxers. He then opened his closet and pulled out his set of clothes for the day, a pair of dark blue jeans and a navy blue button down shirt. Once dressed; Shuichi slipped on a pair of black flats and rushed down the hallway toward the front door. He didn't even bother grabbing a quick breakfast, and instead grabbed his jacket and headed out the door; locking it behind him.

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Yuki sat in his study smoking a cigarette and staring blankly at the computer screen; after two long hours he had only managed to write one badly written sentence. Truth be told, he had barely been able to write anything for days. For some reason he just couldn't concentrate.

"It's too quiet around here." Yuki said aloud; leaning back in his chair and running his long fingers through his soft golden locks. Isn't that what I wanted though? He thought as he flicked the butt of his cigarette into the ash tray. I'm the one who told him to leave. A soft sigh escaped Yuki's lips; he missed Shuichi and loved him deeply, even if he would never admit it to himself.

The sound of Mozart filled the room causing Yuki to turn his attention to the cell phone sitting to the left of him. "Tohma." He muttered; reading the name on the cell phone screen. With a roll of the eyes, Yuki flipped the phone open and held it to his ear.

"Hello Eiri, how are you?" Came Tohma's voice; echoing into Yuki's ear.

"I'm fine Tohma!" Yuki stated blatantly. "Why must you insist on calling every five minutes just to hear the same answer?"

"I do not call every five minutes; I only call two times a day."

Yuki rolled his eyes at and made an annoyed grunting noise in response, he seriously thought about just hanging up the phone and ending this pointless conversation right then and there. Unfortunately for him; Tohma spoke up again before he could pull the phone away from his ear.

"Anyway Eiri; Mika and I would like to meet us for dinner." Tohma paused for a moment and then spoke again. "We want to see how you're doing; it's been three weeks since we last saw you."

Three weeks was a record for the couple, who normally barged into Yuki's life at least once a week to "check up on him". It was actually a relief to be rid of them for that long; however he still had to deal with their calls, but he could ignore those.

Yuki thought for a moment and finally gave a nod. "Fine, where would you like me to meet you?" He asked; resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

"Meet us at The Sakura Diner, located right across from the NG building at 7:30." Tohma replied in a calm; yet cheerful voice.

Yuki nodded his head. "Fine but you're paying." He stated and then snapped the phone shut before Tohma could say anything else. I guess I better go ahead and get ready. It was already six o'clock, if he didn't get up now then he never would. This of course would result in Tohma deciding to check up on him more often then he already did, Yuki cringed at the thought and stood up from his seat. He stretched his arms up over his head and shut down the computer before heading off to get ready.

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Shuichi stood outside the large building for "Sunset 21 Magazine"; he was soaked to the bone from the icy cold rain that had decided to pore down in sheets the instant he got out the door of his apartment building. He would have taken a cab to work as to avoid the rain but none seemed willing to stop for him and so he had to go to work on foot. His bad luck only worsened from there; he was halfway to work when he realized that he had left his photographs (which were due that day so they could be put into the magazine) at home and of course had neglected to feed his dog that morning.

"This day just can't get any worse." Shuichi mumbled; exhausted from having to run all the way back home and back to work again. He took in a deep breath and opened the door; prepared for odd looks and the possibility that his boss might be slightly irked because of his lateness.

"Good morning Mrs. Watts." Shuichi greeted; walking into a large office room occupied by a woman who looked to be in her mid forties. Her auburn hair was kept up in a bun at the back of her head with a few long strands that fell loose in the front to frame her oval shaped face.

"Shuichi you look absolutely terrible!" Mrs. Watts exclaimed, her ocean blue eyes widening as she took in the young man's image. "What on earth happened to you?"

"I ran into a bit of bad luck this morning." Shuichi replied with a nervous chuckle. "I apologize for my lateness, but I did remember to bring the photos. I'm lucky the rain didn't ruin them." He flashed a smile to the older woman and held a manila folder out to her.

Mrs. Watts smiled and took the folder. "It's quite alright Shuichi, everyone runs into a bit of bad luck from time to time." She smiled again and then turned her attention to the photos in the folder. "Oh these are absolutely wonderful Shuichi; you always capture such lovely shots."

Shuichi's cheeks flushed at the kind compliment. "Thank you Mrs. Watts, I do try my best." He smiled and watched as his boss skimmed through the rest of his photos. It was always nice to be complimented on his work.

"Alright well I will send these out to the appropriate people and you can go get started on your next assignment." Mrs. Watts smiled and gave a nod. "I will see you in the morning mister Shindou and try not to run into anymore bad luck today."

A soft chuckle escaped Shuichi's lips and he gave a nod. "I will try my best." He said with a smile. "Goodbye Mrs. Watts, I'll see you tomorrow." With that said; Shuichi turned on his heel and headed out of the office.

Shuichi stepped out the building exit and looked around wondering what to do now. His next assignment was to get take photos of The Adelphi Theatre production of "Phantom of the Opera", that wasn't until around five though so he had time to spare. Well I haven't eaten breakfast yet. I suppose I could pick something up at the bakery and then head home until it's time to head over to the theater. Shuichi nodded and headed back toward his apartment, stopping by the bakery on his way and then heading on home.

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Yuki stared down at the food on his plate and gently poked at it with his chopsticks, he really wasn't very hungry. After a few more minutes of prodding, he set his chopsticks down and looked up to find Tohma and Mika staring at him in concern.

"You miss him." Tohma stated; studying the look on Yuki's face.

"What?" Yuki asked in a dull tone. "Miss who?" He knew very well who Tohma was talking about, but he didn't want him to know that.

Tohma cast a sideways glance to Mika who nodded her head and turned her attention back to her brother. "Shuichi." She stated; quite annoyed at her brother's attitude toward the situation. "Don't try and play dumb Eiri, we can see right through it."

Yuki rolled his eyes; he didn't care if they could see right through him. There was no way in hell that he would tell them how he really felt, he was far too proud for that. Shuichi had left three years ago and it was his fault, admitting that he missed the brat would make him weak and that was not something he was ready to surrender to.

"I don't miss him." Yuki looked Tohma and Mika in the eyes. "Shuichi left because I wanted him out of my life. My life is better off with out him, and honestly I don't give a damn if either of you believe me or not." With that said Yuki stood up from his seat and began to walk away, but he stopped. "You both need to find better things to do then nose around in my affairs, so stay the hell out of my life." He took one last glance behind him and then headed for the exit.

Yuki made his way back to his Mercedes and hopped into the driver's seat; ready to head back to his apartment and fall asleep, but for some odd reason he found himself instead heading toward the park. Once there he pulled over and hopped out of the car; his eyes drifting over where he had first met Shuichi.

"Why did I drive here?" He asked aloud, as he walked over to a park bench and sat down. "Maybe I'm just hoping that if I sit here long enough that idiot will run passed; chasing after his crappy lyrics." Yuki shook his head and stared up at the sky; a single tear falling from one of his golden eyes, but he did not notice it at all.

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Shuichi walked through the backstage door with his camera around his neck and a young journalist following him not far behind. They were both dressed formally; Shuichi wore a suit and tie, while the girl wore a black halter top dress. A tall man with jet black hair came out to meet the two as they entered into the backstage area.

"Welcome, you must be Shuichi Shindou and Naomi Watson." The man said shaking their hands enthusiastically. "I'm the director Robert Harrison; it's a pleasure to meet both of you. Now if you'll both follow me I'll introduce you to the cast and you can both get started."

"Alright, thank you." Shuichi and Naomi said in unison and proceeded to follow Robert down into the warm up room, where they would meet the cast.

The whole backstage experience took about two hours; Shuichi wished it could have gone by quicker. In all honesty he enjoyed getting pictures of everything that went on behind the scenes, but there was one particular actor that reminded him a little too much of a certain someone he was trying so hard to forget. If that wasn't bad enough; the play itself was even worse. Watching the Yuki look alike up on the stage playing the part of Raul was torture, by the end of the play Shuichi felt like he was going to pass out.

After the play Shuichi and Naomi had planned on going out to dinner to talk through the play and their assignments, but Shuichi barely made it through. He had managed to calm himself down on the way to the restaurant, but halfway through his meal he glanced over at another table to find some teenage girl reading a Yuki Eiri novel. Naomi noticed Shuichi's change in demeanor and suggested that they both head home for the night, and so they paid their bill and caught a cab to take them home.

Shuichi did not sleep well at all that night, somehow Yuki had managed to escape from the back of his mind and take reign over his thoughts. Every time he closed his eyes he saw Yuki's face, and when he actually began to drift off to sleep; he dreamt of the fight that had caused him to leave those three years ago. Little did Shuichi know; back in Japan Yuki was just now awakening from dreams invaded by the same exact memory.

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Alrighty well I hope you enjoyed the second instalment, so remember to read and review. Oh and constructive criticism is accepted, but please do not flame.
Oh and random fact, when Shuichi speaks English he does have a British accent. Many people when moving to a foreigh country will pick up on the accent, so yeah he talks with an awesome accent. Also the next chapter is going to be purely centered on Shuichi and basically dealing with the news of returning to Japan, he won't leave until the very end of that chapter though. Oh and just so all of you know I do not plan on having Shuichi leap back in Yuki's eyes as soon as they come in contact with one another, I plan on having Yuki work his ass off to win Shuichi's affection once again. Oh and I apologize if there are a few spelling mistakes, this was written late last night so that's probably the reason for them. I'll definantly be going back and fixing them.

Well ti'll next time, toodles!

-Pika Neko-