Author's Note:

Because it hasn't happened yet, I feel like I need to say something before it does. If you read the original, please don't leave a review in this version that might be a spoiler, that just wouldn't be any fun. Anyways, I'm finding it a lot harder to name chapters for this story. I don't know why, normally it's easy for me. But, now I have to wait until I finish writing the entire chapter before I get any ideas for titles, and even then I don't like my ideas.

Chapter 3: Love Hurts

Using every fiber of his being, Yuki restrained himself from going insane and beating Shuichi into a bloody pulp. "You're telling me that after everything we went through to get on the plane, you left your passport at the house?" Yuki picked up his bags and began to walk away, "Oh well, I hope you enjoy your new life living in the airport."

"Wait, Yuki! please help me!" Shuichi started to sob, he grabbed onto Eiri's jacket and refused to let go, "Please, I don't want to live here! I want to live with you! Please Yuki, help me!" His crying had reached the point of near hysterics, people were starting to look at them.

A quick slap across the face and Shuichi stopped crying and looked up at Yuki, worried because he had never seen the vein in Yuki's temple ever get that big. Rubbing his face, Shuichi's eyes were still watery as Yuki spoke. "Shut up. You are so damn annoying. Ever cause a scene like that again and I will put a bag over your head, drive you out to the country, throw you out of the car, and leave you there. Now come with me." Yuki grabbed his arm and dragged Shuichi, along with his largest luggage bag, to the restroom.

Once in there, Yuki unzipped the bag and began to move its contents around. "What are you doing?" Shuichi asked.

Standing up and stepping back, Yuki pointed at the little nest he had made in the bag and demanded, "Get in." Shuichi opened his mouth for a moment to protest, decided against it, and reluctantly got into the case. Impatient as always, Yuki grabbed his head and forced him down faster. Once Shindo was laying flat, Yuki closed the case and zipped it back up. Taking the small, metal lock that came with it, Yuki locked him in.

Pulling the concealed Shuichi along, Yuki approached the guard in charge of approving new comers into the country. "Good evening, sir. Do you have your passport?"

"Yes ma'am." Yuki flashed his passport to the lady behind the bullet proof glass, he then placed it back in his pocket.

While Eiri talked to the woman, Shuichi tried to stay still, but his legs were aching, it was so cramped and lint from the clothes was bothering his nose.

"What's your reason for visiting the United States? Business or pleasure?" The woman continued the interview.

"... Business."

Shuichi couldn't stand it much longer, with enough force that it shook the bag, he sneezed.

"COUGH!" Yuki tried to cover up Shuichi's sneeze as fast as possible. He gave the bag a hard kick that knocked it over on it's side.

"OW!" Shuichi yelped, "That hur-"

"COUGH COUGH!"

"Excuse me sir?" The guard asked, "Are you OK? Do you need a drink of water?"

"No," Yuki said while straightening his jacket, "I'll be fine. Are we all done here or do you need to know anything else?"

She glanced over her papers, "No, Mr. Uesugi, I believe that will cover it. Thank you for visiting and I hope you enjoy your stay in America." She smiled at him before calling out, "Next."

Grabbing the handle and dragging the bag out of the airport, Yuki didn't let Shuichi out until they had turned down the corner. Unzipping the bag, Eiri tipped it over on its side, spilling Shindo out onto the side walk. "Get up and let's go to the hotel."

On his hands and knees, Shuichi looked up at Yuki, "Why did you have to kick me?! I couldn't help but to sneeze, you shouldn't hurt me all the time!" He stood up and pounded a fist on Yuki's chest.

Quick to react, Yuki grabbed Shuichi's wrist and pulled him against his body, taking the moment to smell Shindo's hair and embrace his frame. Shuichi forgot his anger and cooed as Yuki held him tightly. Lifting up Shuichi's chin and staring into his eyes, Eiri said, "Let's go to the hotel now, it's close, we can walk... brat."

"DAMMIT YUKI! You were being so romantic," Shindo's eyes watered as he neared tears again, "Right when I think you might actually be nice to me, you ruin it. Am I not a good boyfriend? Do I know not please you?" Suddenly, Shuichi realized that Yuki had picked up his bag and was walking away. "YUKI! I was in the middle of something!"

"Save your melodramatic monologues for someone who cares, I"m tired and hungry. I want to go to the hotel." Lighting up a cigarette, Yuki then took a long drag before blowing out the smoke in Shindo's direction. "You can either stand there preaching all day or come with me. Either way, I could care less. This is New York, the streets are paved with prostitutes."

Shuichi picked up his bags and followed Yuki, "Only you would offend an entire providence with your thoughtless comments." Shuichi stopped talking as a captivating fragrance caught the attention of his sense.

"This is America, dear. I'm insulting states, not providence's." Out of the corner of his eye, Yuki caught a glimpse of Shuichi's sudden strange behavior. "Shindo-kun. What's the matter? You look dumber than usual."

Answering without looking at him, Shuichi responded, "Don't you smell that? It seems so powerful." He looked everywhere trying to find the source of the new scent that was tantalizing his mind.

"It's the city. There are a lot of powerful smells. You learn to ignore them."

"No! I mean, something smells really good. I think it's coming from that cart over there." Shuichi pointed at a caravan thing that was parked on the side of the walkway. It was a small, enclosed room on wheels with a hitch on the back to hook up to a truck. Painted in black contrast against the white walls were the words, Amazing Flowers.

"It looks like a street vendor selling roses, nothing more." Yuki turned to walk away, but Shuichi caught a hold of his sleeve and tried to drag him to the cart. "Let go of me, brat! I am not buying you flowers!"

"Please Yuki!" Shuichi begged, "They smell so good! Just one! Just buy me one rose! I'll do anything you want in bed tonight, anything! And no whining about it," Shuichi stared at Yuki with rock hard determination.

"You'll let me do anything?" Yuki said as he gave Shindo a chilling smile.

"I'm willing to do more than you can imagine."

"I can imagine quite a lot," Yuki laughed, "All of this for a stupid flower?" He started to walk towards the vendor, "You mean you'll let me xxx you in the xxx then take out a xxx, rub it against your xxx. Xxx then xxx, also xxx, xxx, and xxx?"

... Shuichi gave him a blank stare for moment before finally saying, "I don't even know what half of those words mean! But seeing as it's coming from you, it can't be pleasant. Yes, I'll do all of."

Yuki grabbed his hand and took off running for the caravan, "Hurry up, we have to get you a damn rose and then get to the hotel quick!" Knocking on a glass window, Yuki waited until the man behind the counter turned around and slid the glass open.

"Good evening, gentlemen. How may I be of service?" As much as Shuichi wanted the rose, he couldn't help but to be afraid of the person selling them. His voice was strained but smooth at the same time, like he was whispering. However, despite that, the sound of his words still seemed to echo loudly through the air. "Do you boys need flowers for a double date?"

"Actually," Yuki said, "I need to buy one for him." If Eiri was scared, he didn't show it. Even though there was plenty reason to be cautious at least. The tarp that hung over the window managed to completely seal the man's face in shadows, and he was wearing a black cloak that covered his entire body, other than his pale, white hands.

"Ah, I see," he said as he turned around and began to look through his merchandise. "I don't make it my duty to go prying into other peoples business, however my curiosity is quite strong. Would you two happen to be a couple?"

Shuichi tugged on Yuki's sleeve, "Don't tell him, Yuki!" Staring through the opening of the window, Shuichi felt a chill waft out of the room.

"Yes. We are." Yuki replied, "However we are also in a rush, if you could please find the rose so that we may be on our way."

"Just want to make sure I pick a beautiful specimen for a beautiful couple." Producing a long, golden dagger with intricate carvings running up and down the blade, he began to shave down a stem, removing the thorns. The man came back with a long, slender rose that had yet to bloom. Bright red and gorgeous, as if it had been painted over with the pure blood of an angel. "Young love is such a nice sight to see. Any kind of love."

He reached out and handed the rose to Yuki, who then reached for his wallet to pay, "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing, I can't deny two lovers such a gift. Take the rose for free." His body turned and faced Shuichi as he said the next sentence "Your sight has been more than enough payment for my flower." As Yuki turned to leave, the man added, "Oh, but be warned, I left two large thorns near the top of the stem," Yuki looked back at him in curiosity, "To remind us that, sometimes, love hurts." He chuckled to himself and slid the glass window shut, leaving Yuki and Shuichi on the street.

"Here's your rose," Eiri said as he held out the flower, "Was it worth what I'm about to do to you?" Yuki could feel himself grow hard. He needed to get to the hotel now!

Taking the rose and pressing it against his nose to absorb the fragrance, Shuichi smiled and said, "Of course, it smells amazing and now I get to have fun with you. I'm not sure if it was worth talking to that creepy guy though."

Yuki looked around, figured out where he was, and then began to walk towards where he thought the hotel was. "You shouldn't be so quick to judge, Shindo. That man was plenty nice."

"Don't tell me not to judge people, you do it all the time!" Shuichi said as he caught up to Yuki, keeping his nose in the flower at all times, "I just got bad vibes from him. Did you notice how cold it was in his little room with the flowers? Or how about that black cloak? And how pale his hands were?"

"Stupid brat, he was selling flowers on a hot New York day. He needed to keep them in a cold room or else they would start to wilt, he was wearing those robes because he was cold." Yuki glared at Shuichi, "So what if he was pale? I'm pale. Most of the people in America are pale, they're called Caucasians."

"That's not what I mean, Yuki! I know that! K is from America. Don't try to make me sound like a racist!" Shuichi said, now petting the petals, letting the soft velvet grace his skin and tickle his hand. "He was pale even for a white guy!"

"He was cold, if I locked you in a fridge for the entire day, even you might end up that pale. Leave him alone and enjoy the rose. The hotel is only a block away."

Sighing, Shuichi picked up his pace to keep up with Yuki. Once inside the hotel, Shuichi looked around the lobby as Eiri checked them in. The place was huge, with a tall domed ceiling that boasted a dangerous looking chandelier. Each of the dozens of bulbs burning brightly and held up by metal spikes that pointed down at the ground, daring anyone to walk underneath it. Paintings covered the walls, some modern works of art, others were duplicates of old masterpieces. A bell boy came and took their bags and Yuki started to walk towards the elevator. "Wait Yuki!" Shuichi yelled.

Once in the room, Yuki was quick to set things up. Grabbing a vase set on the counter, Eiri poured out the beautiful bouquet of flowers into the trash and filled it with fresh water from the sink. Snatching the rose out of Shuichi's hand, Yuki threw the single flower into the vase and pushed his boy onto the king size bed.

Alone and in contrast to the white wall, the red rose took on an ominous glow that seemed to threaten the very nature of love with its beauty. "Yuki!" Shuichi cried out as Eiri struggled to pull off his jeans, "You're bleeding!"

"What? Yuki looked down, spots of blood were splattered against Shuichi's skin. Following the trail, Yuki found that the blood was pouring out of the tips of his fingers. Turning and looking at the rose, Yuki saw the thorn at the top glistening with his blood. Shrugging, Yuki resumed pulling off Shuichi's jeans, exposing his boxers. Not bothering to mess with the shirt, Yuki ripped it in two. Eiri bit at Shuichi's flesh as he pushed his bloody fingers into the boy's mouth. Forcing them in deeper, Yuki held them in place against Shuichi's tongue until he swallowed Yuki's blood. "It's just like the man said," Yuki whispered as he slid his wet fingers down Shuichi's boxers, "Sometimes," Yuki then grunted as he forced them into Shuichi's hole. Squirming, Shuichi yelped and moan with pleasure and pain, "Love hurts."

After Note:

Sorry for the long wait, I was needed in Tennessee for the past week and couldn't get to a computer with Internet access. This Friday I might head up to the Ann Arbor Art Festival, which would be cool. Of course, I also hear there's a really rad manga shop up in that area, so I'd have to check that out. Oh, for everyone who wanted a copy of the original Abusive Heart, I can't find the first chapter, it must be gone, is that ok?

After Extra Message:

In the beginning, when Shuichi realized his passport, it started sounding like the movie, The Terminal. I was even going to put in a Tom Hanks reference, but was worried no one would get it :(

The flower guy, has anyone else ever had some random creepy person start talking to you? One time, in Columbus Ohio, after an OSU football game, I was out at night walking, and this random drunk homeless guy comes up to me and starts talking about politics and trying to shake my hand. I extend my hand to shake his, and he turns around and starts yelling to invisible people behind him, "If the boy wants to shake my hand, he can shake my hand! ... Just let him shake my hand! It's ok!" Long story short, I shook his hand, and never went down that street again.

I'm a bi-sexual guy ( WTF!? a MAN writing a Gravitation fanfic? THE WORLD WILL END). Ahem... Yeah, I recently broke up with my boyfriend for a year, it's fine, looking back, I realize that he was a douchebag. But, I also realize that some of the sexual stuff I write is based on my own experiences with my ex, oh dear. (I was Yuki, he was Shu-chan)

SO yeah, I am single, I went out on one date with this guy, the next day, his mom calls me and says he's grounded, she doesn't approve of 'the gays' and that I can't see him anymore (what a bitch!)

I managed to get a straight guy friend of mine into Gravitation! (when he reads this, he will know who he is.) He says he's straight, and I believe him.

By the way, I'll be interviewing dragonbeast99 for next chapter's extra message!

P.S. Tom Hanks rules