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Disclaimer:- I do not own Gravitation, Maki Murakami does. I am just a crazed fan, who loves the characters so much, I like seeing them in different situations.

Chapter Two.

The next morning came with a flood of sunrays that fought through the parted curtains and warmed Shuichi's face. Opening his eyes, Shuichi stared at the glowing morning with a wary look on his face.

'I'm leaving this house today,' he thought.

Closing his eyes, Shuichi, -his chest hurt-, tried to remember that this was in actual sense a very good plan. It was no use staying here. Yes, he loved Yuki, but he was tired of always being the one who cared too much; loved too much. Sighing, he sat up on his bed and grimaced when he saw the state of his shirt. He should have changed before he had fallen no the bed. Thinking about it again, he shook his head. No, he had been too tired to care. Touring was hard work, and even though he had had the most amazing time, it was grueling and he was happy that it was over for now.

Moving to the edge of the bed, and stretched his hands over his head. Standing up, he ran a hand through his hair aware that it was getting too long. He needed to get it cut. He would have to tell Hiro to remind him. Grabbing a towel, he took a shower and got dressed. Despite the fact that the tour was over, he was expected at the NG productions offices this morning. He wasn't sure why, but Mr. K had ordered it, and he dared not ignore it. K was a tyrant who could not be appeased unless his will was done. Just thinking about Mr.K's artillery brought a shiver down his spine. Yes, he needed to get to work. 'Oh, I'm such a slave.' Shuichi thought with a short sigh. A glance at the mirror assured him that the black shirt and khaki pants were good enough. Grabbing his ipod, he headed out to the kitchen.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning. Yuki liked to sleep in and since he was sure the man had been up typing all night, it was likely he had just gone to bed. It wasn't going to be very hard to sneak out of the house without a confrontation. His socked feet barely made a sound on the floor as he walked through the living room. When he got to the kitchen entrance, he stopped cold at the sight that greeted him.

'What is going on?' he thought in shock. His eyes moving from the set table, to the delicious food in bowls, -how come he hadn't realized anyone was cooking, really, he needed a new nose-, then his gaze found the person responsible for all of it. Breathing in, Shuichi stared at the tall blonde who was busy working over the stove. 'What the hell? Yuki is never up this early.'

Afraid to ask, Shuichi let out his breath slowly and turned to leave. Only to be stopped by Yuki's voice.

"Good morning Shuichi." Yuki greeted, turning around to stare at him. After a few minutes, Yuki smiled and continued what he was doing. Turning around he brought a plate of eggs to the table, placing it carefully on a place setting. Shuichi still a little perplexed by the sudden situation, managed to mumble a good morning back. Then he headed for the cupboard. All he wanted was his cereal and then he'd be off to work. Whoever Yuki was cooking breakfast for would be coming soon and he couldn't-

Suddenly he was wrapped in a tight hug and warm lips covered his own in a deep searing kiss. A kiss so aggressive and sensual he felt his knees buckle but Yuki held him tight, supporting him. After a few minutes, Yuki pulled back and said,

"I can't stand this. What's going on Shuichi? Are you ill?"

Shuichi, still recovering from the affectionate assault, shook his head slowly and tried to pull away. This was not going to work if Yuki kept kissing him like this. It was as though the man knew how much he affected him. Well, he did know. One kiss and he was ready to do anything for Yuki. Not good, pulling away from the warmth of Yuki's arms, Shuichi replied,

"There is nothing wrong with me. I'm just fine. I should be asking you that question. Why are you up so early? Is there someone coming for breakfast?"

Reaching for a bowl, he reached into the open cupboard and grabbed his favorite cereal. His mother's voice momentarily rang in his head at his choice of breakfast, but who cared. Breakfast had to be what you like best. Otherwise-

"Sit down." Yuki ordered quietly, grabbing his hand and jerking him to a seat.

"Yuki?" Shuichi said in surprise, staring at the food before him.

"Eat." Yuki said firmly and stood over him, his golden eyes glaring.

"Idiot." Yuki thought. What was the matter with him? When had he ever woken up this early to cook for someone else other than him? Idiot. He was really driving him crazy. Did he even know how hard it had been to fall asleep? It had been so hard to ignore the fact that Shuichi was in the same house, but preferring to be in another bed. He had barely slept a wink. Was it because of Osaka? No, no, Yuki thought, he had already appeased Shu-chan for that day. Something else was definitely going on.

"Yuki, I'm really not hungry." Shuichi said picking on his food, with his chopsticks.

"Fine, don't eat it." Yuki snapped, moving away to pour himself a cup of coffee. Who cares if you eat anyway?

Shuichi glanced at him warily, then got up and without a backward glance, walked out of the kitchen. Two minutes later, Yuki heard the door close and he placed his coffee cup down. Shuichi had not even begged him for a ride to work. What had happened after he left Osaka? He wanted his old Shuichi back.