Where do I belong?

A.N Hello. Here I am with the 2nd chapter. I still don't have a plot for this. Let's see how it goes. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or its characters. Only the story. So don't sue.

Chapter 2

Shuichi was on his way home. Because of K, he was going to be late. Well, not exactly late since he had no plans, but he had left a note to Yuki saying he would be back around seven and it was almost eight. Damn K and his stupid guns! He reached for his backpack and looked for his pack of cigarettes. He took one and looked for his lighter on his pockets. Finding it on one of his jeans' pockets he lit the little stick. 'Fuck, it feels great!' he thought, with a smile on his lips. Two minutes later he was home still smoking his cigarette and headed for the lift. Then he remembered that he was smoking and that Yuki was home. 'I can't go in smoking. He would probably me mad at him or something...'

After finishing his cigarette, he entered the lift and pushed the little botton to the fifth floor. It only took a few seconds and the door opened, revealing the small hall that led to Yuki's flat. He walked to the door and searched for the keys. 'Shit! I think I lost them! Yuki will be really mad!' Having no other choise he ringed the doorbell.

He just had to wait for ten seconds until the door opened, revealing a annoyed Yuki.

"I'm not interessed in what you're..." he started until he noticed it was Shuichi and not some sellsman. "Shuichi? Why did you ringed the doorbell?" he asked, half-annoyed, half-relieved.

"I'm sorry Yuki, I think I lost my keys... Please don't be mad at me!" He said, his head hunged and his eyes closed as he waited of the harsh words. But they never came.

"Don't worry about that. It's no big deal. And you probably forgot them at the studio along with your cell phone." Yuki said softly, showing no signs of being mad and walked inside.

Shuichi stood there, looking confused.

"Are you coming? Or are you going to stay there in the cold for the rest of the night?" Yuki asked, looking at Shuichi from his shoulder, not bodering to fully turn around.

'There's the Yuki I know! For a second I actually though he wasn't mad at all.'

"I-I'm coming!" Shuichi replied walking through the door and closing it.

Yuki was already sat on the couch, a cigarette pressed between his lips.

"Aren't you mad for me being late Yuki?" Shuichi asked as he trow his backpack to the floor and took off his tennis shoes.

"No."

"Oh... Okay." Shuichi said, hunging his head and sitting on the couch, away from Yuki.

"I'm not mad. But I was worried." Yuki said, looking at the small boy.

Shuichi went wide-eyed as he heard those words. Yuki was worried about him? His Yuki?

"So I called you. But it was your friend Hiro who answered it and we had a little talk." Yuki said, a little smile on his lips.

"Y-You and Hiro?" asked an incredulous Shuichi. What the hell was happening? First, Yuki was not mad at him for losing his keys, then he says he was worried over him and now he was saying he had a little "talk" with Hiro when they couldn't even stand five minutes in the same room.

Yuki kept that little smile on his lips. "Yes." And looked at Shuichi in the eye, smiling but with seriousness on his eyes. "And I'm glad I did. He made me realise something. Something I should have realised on my own, but sometimes I'm a little on the slow side, especially when it concerns feelings."

Now Shuichi was worried. Was Yuki saying that he realised he didn't love him and was dumping him? Or that he loved some else? Or, could it be that Yuki actually loved him? No, it wasn't it. What the hell was going on?

Yuki, sensing his lover's worries, cuped the younger boy's chin with his hand.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to dump you. How could I when I just realised the bastard I have been for treating you so badly and for not saying what I really feel?"

"Yuki..." Shuichi almost whispered.

"I'm very sorry for everything, I really am. I know I'm a cold bastard but I'm trying to change. Since I met you I'm a different person. I'm a better person. You can bring out the best in people. If you give me some more time, I can became the lover you deserve..." Yuki said, with a serious and sad look on his eyes, never breaking eyes contact with Shuichi.

"Yuki..." Shuichi said, tears forming in his eyes. "You already are the best lover I could ever wish. All I want is to be with you. I love you. I don't care about the rest." A small smile appeared on his lips and his lunched himself into Yuki's embrace, feeling the warm of his strong body.

The two stayed in each other's arms for a long time, in silence, just enjoying the closeness. Eventually, they fell asleep.

--

Yuki slowly awoke. When he opened his eyes he found himself lying on the couch with a sleeping Shuichi in his arms. He smiled. The boy looked so peaceful, so happy. He didn't want to wake him. So he just closed his eyes again, deciding to sleep some more.

The sound of the doorbell made him realise why had he awoke. Someone was intended on ruining his deserved sleep. Reluctantly, he slowly lift himself up from the couch so he would awake Shuichi and walked to the door. When he opened it he wished he had never had.

"What do you want?" he asked rather rudely.

"My, so early and already angry, Eiri-kun?" a smiling Tohma asked.

"Well, I has having a particulary nice dream when you disturbed me, Seguchi."

"Aren't you going to ask me if I want to get in?"

"Why should I?"

"Well, because I'm your brother-in-law and it's cold out here." Tohma said, with his trademark smile.

Yuki didn't said anything and walked inside, leaving the door opened. Tohma followed, closing the door behind him. He saw Shuichi sleeping on the couch, unawere that they had a guest, and kept following Yuki to the kitchen.

"So, I was part of your dream?" Tohma asked, smiling.

"What?" Yuki asked, as he made some coffee.

"You said that you were having a rather nice dream. Were you dreaming of me?"

Yuki looked at him, a disgusted look on his face.

"Of course not! I said a nice dream, not a nightmare! And now tell me, why the hell are you here?"

"Eiri-kun, that's not way to treat the people you love." Tohma said, pretending to be sad.

"Well, that's a good a thing I don't love you then. And you didn't answered my question: why the fuck are you here?" Yuki said, his arms crossed over his chest and a look of annoyance on his face the all time.

Tohma smiled again. "Well, my dear Eiri-kun, I came to tell you that your father wants to see you."

Yuki looked at him for a while and that turned his back on him, watching the coffee machine.

"So what?" he finally said.

"He wants to see you today."

He turned around again, looking at Tohma.

"You should know by now that I'm not going."

Tohma approched him, still smiling. "I think you will like what he as to say to you."

"I'm not interessed in what that old man has to say."

"I think you are. At least, give him the chance to say it. How bad could it be?"

"No."

"Eiri-kun..." Tohma said in a strange motherly tone.

"No."

"Did I mentioned that he wants to see Shindou-san too?" he smiled.

Yuki looked at him with wide-eyes. "Wha-what?!"

"Yes, he wants to see both of you."

"I got to be kidding me!"

"I'm only the messenger."

He turned his back on him again, pouring some hot coffee to a mug and taking a sip.

"So, are you going?"

"..."

"Eiri-kun..."

"Alrigth, I'll go."

"I knew you would make the right decision. I have to go now. I'll see you soon."

"..."

"Eiri-kun... Ah, and don't forget to take Shindou-san with you!"

"Goodbye Seguchi." Yuki said, annoyed.

"Goodbye Eiri-kun." And he left.

Yuki took another sip from his mug and walked to the living room. Shuichi was still asleep on the couch. Why the hell did his father wanted to see him? And Shuichi? He could understand why his father wanted to see him. After all he was his oldest son. But why Shuichi? He had only met him once and the boy hadn't left a very good impression. Then why? He couldn't figure it out.

Suddenly he heard Shuichi's voice. Looking at him, he could see the pink haired boy was still asleep and was talking while sleeping.

"No... don't do that... please, no... I did nothing wrong... why... please, it hurts... NOOOO!!"

He was having a nightmare. And a very mad one. Yuki reached for his shoulders and shaked him a little bit, trying to awake him.

"Shuichi. Shuichi, wake up."

Shuichi awoke, a scared look on his face and started struggling against Yuki's grasp. "No, get away from me! Please don't hurt me!"

"Shuichi, it's me, Yuki. You were having a nightmare. It's alright, no one's going to hurt you." he said, trying to calm his little lover.

Shuichi stopped and looked at Yuki. When he recognised his lover, he lunched himself to Yuki's neck, holding him as strongly as he could, tears running freely down his face.

Yuki hugged him just as strongly, whispering into his ear.

"It's okay. It was just a bad dream. Don't worry about it, no one's going to hurt you, especially if I'm around. Don't cry, I'm here. Everything's okay love."

Shuichi kept crying for a few minutes. When he stopped, he looked into Yuki's eyes. "I'm sorry Yuki."

"Don't be. You did nothing wrong. It was just a bad dream. Do you want to talk about it?"

"... No, that's okay. Like you said, it was just a bad dream, it doesn't matter." he cleaned his eyes onto his sleeve and let go of Yuki. He stood up and walked to their bedroom.

"Where are you going?" asked Yuki.

"To take a bath." was the short answer.

--

When he entered the bathroom, he closed and door and leaned against it. It wasn't okay. And it wasn't just a nightmare. It was a memory. A memory for something he shouldn't even remember anymore. He was over it. Then, why had he nightmares of what happened so often? Yuki had never noticed before. The guy slept like a rock. And he Shuichi was glad he didn't. He didn't want to talk about that. He didn't want to remember.

He reached for the drawer and took a razor blade, cutting his arm with it. A line of red blood flowed from the new cut to the bathroom floor. A sigh of relieve left his lips. But it wasn't enough. A new cut. Then another, and another. It felt good.

He stopped when he remembered Yuki was just outside. He cleaned the razor blade, took some toilet paper to clean the floor and turned on the water for his shower. He undressed and entered the shower, feeling the hot water on his back and cuts.

--

Half an hour later, Shuichi got out of the bathroom, feeling much better. He went to the closet and took some cleaned clothes. After getting dressed, he got out and went to the kitchen where Yuki was wating with breakfast.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, much better, thanks." He answered smiling.

"I made us breakfast. We're going to need it."

Shuichi sat and looked at Yuki, curiosity in his eyes.

"Why?"

"Well, while you were asleep, Seguchi was here."

"What did he wanted?"

"He was delivering a message from my father."

"Your father?" Shuichi's eyes wided. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah. Apparently he wants me to go home today."

"Why?"

"I have no idea. But coming from that man, nothing good, I'm sure."

"Are you going?"

"... Yeah."

"You don't sound too sure..."

"Well, he wants you to come too..."

"..."

"Shuichi...?" Yuki asked, when Shuichi stopped breathing.

Shuichi was speachless. Yuki's father wanted to see him? No, it couldn't be.

"Shuichi...?" Yuki asked again, kneeling down next to his lover and taking his hands. "Are you okay?"

"... Are you serious? Your father wants to see me?"

"Yeah."

"But... why? I mean, after that little "incident" I thought he wouldn't want to see me as longed I lived."

"I know. But who knows what that old man thinks? Look, if you don't to go, we are not going."

"... No. We're going. After all, he's your father and wants to see you. he must have something important to tell you."

Yuki looked at him in the eye for a few seconds and then smiled.

"Okay."

--

The ride to Kyoto was short, too short in Yuki's opinion. Most of the time Shuichi sang to the songs on the radio, his beautiful voice calming him.

He was nervous. Whenever he went home, something bad happened. Whenever he met his father, a fight would always take place. And now that old guy wanted him and Shuichi there. Why?

When they arrived, Mika was outside, waiting from them.

"Hello little brother. Hello Shuichi-kun. How was your ride here?"

"Hello Mika-san!" a happy Shuichi said.

"Hi." was Yuki's reply.

"Yuki! Be nice to your sister!" Shuichi said, a reproving look on his face.

"Fine! Hello big sister. How are you?" Yuki said in a mocking tone.

"I see you're rude as always, Eiri." Mika said, sounding hurt by Yuki's tone.

He felt guilty. "Alright, I'm sorry Mika."

"That's better. Well, come on, let's get inside. Outside it's getting colder." And the two of them followed her into the house.

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A.N. And that's it. I stopped it there because I honestly don't know why Yuki's father called for him and Shuichi. It just came from nowhere. And know I'm kind of stuck. I just have to think of something.

I'm probably not going to post anything before the New Years so, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

R&R! Thanks