A/N: I've been thinking about this chapter for so long, you have no idea. I mean really, I've been planning it for God knows how long, and if I had to estimate, this chapter is the second most thought out in this story (obviously, the end is going to be the most). And, in my writing career, this is the third most planned. The other top two are in the prequel to this story, Bad Luck Birthday (The tenth and eleventh chapters).

Disclaimer: (paper comes falling from the sky and SK catches it)

SK: and what is this? (reads paper)...Omg...THIS IS THE DEED TO GRAVITATION!!! I'M SO HAPPY! (reads again)...oh...it's the deed to the law of GRAVITY...aww man... stupid dual titles...

And, here we go!

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BANG BANG BANG!!!!

Yuki snorted loudly as he was stirred from his nap. He shuffled a little in his bed, not really wanting to get up yet. He barely managed to split his eyes open before the loud rapping on his door started again.

BANG BANG BANG!!!!

The novelist growled as he tried to unravel himself from his sheets. There was a loud 'thud' as the book he'd been reading before falling asleep fell onto the ground. It fell on its spine and when he took a closer look, Yuki could see that the book was still open to his page.

"I can't believe I fell asleep..." he said aloud.

BANG BANG BANG!!!!

"Alright. Alright, I'm coming, just give me a minute..." He shouted.

Lazily, Yuki managed to get himself off of the bed and out of the bedroom. Though he was moving rather slowly, there was not another knock on the door. He reached for the handle and opened it, finding a familiar face on the other side.

"Well. I was hoping that after our little American experience, I wouldn't see you again." Yuki said annoyingly to Kyra. Normally, she would have shot back with another insult, or even changed the subject so she could show Yuki her new picture of Suguru, however, this visit was far from a laughing matter, and Kyra only gave a short answer.

"Sorry, Yuki-san."

Yuki raised an eyebrow. 'Yuki-san'? What the hell was wrong with her? He felt a small urge to put a hand to her forehead and check for a fever, but suppressed this idea as he took a better look at Kyra's face. She wasn't herself. Kyra couldn't even look him in the eye.

"What's up with you?" he asked.

The teenager made an effort to look up at the novelist, but instead of his eyes, she managed to look over his shoulder.

"I think...I mean...Yuki-san, can we talk inside? You're going to want to sit down."

There was a short silence between the two. Kyra had reverted to looking at the floor again, and Yuki was still trying to take in what she'd said. What could Kyra possibly have to say that would cause him enough stress that he'd have to sit down?

Wordlessly, he invited her in and brought her over to the living room area. He sat her down on the sofa and went into the kitchen. As the novelist left the room, Kyra rested her forehead in her hands. How the hell was she going to tell Yuki that Shuichi was cheating on him? What was she supposed to say? 'Hey, Yuki-san! I caught your lover swapping spit with the most famous singer in Japan; I have it on camera, wanna watch?'

Her thoughts were disrupted by the blond placing a can of soda in front of her on the coffee table. She jerked her head up sharply to see the can, then glanced over to the man who was sitting on the couch opposite her. He didn't take his eyes off of Kyra as he opened the can and took a sip.

A few minutes passed.

"If you're not going to say anything, get out." Yuki said coldly.

Kyra glanced up at him sadly and sighed. It was now or never. She reached out and grabbed the soda can. She rolled it in her hands before she began spilling the bad news.

"Yuki-san, has...has something happened between you and Shuichi?"

'Damn that brat!' Yuki thought, 'I thought all of the problems with us were history now that Kaneda's gone...'

"Why? What's wrong with Shuichi?" he asked, a little urgently.

The hurry in Yuki's voice made Kyra feel all the more guilty about what she was going to tell him. When she first saw the video Kyra thought it would be easier to break the news. But now, she was getting such a bad feeling in her stomach she felt like she was going to puke.

"He's...He's fine...it's just..." she started.

"Just what?" It was obvious that Yuki was becoming irritated.

Kyra looked at him sadly. She took in a deep breath and opened her mouth.

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There was a loud slam as Yuki shut the door behind her. The sound was enough to make her cringe. Of course, she couldn't blame Yuki for throwing her out, especially after what she said...

She took a deep breath and opened her mouth.

"Yuki-san, stop rutting with Shuichi! I swear to God if I hear another 'Yuki don't stop!' during a nap, I'll personally see to it that the boy is neutered."

The teenager felt guilt fill her stomach to the point where she was about to throw up. It was true. Kyra couldn't tell Yuki about what she'd seen. She couldn't bring herself to be the one who told the novelist that his lover was cheating.

'Does...does this make me a bad person?' she wondered. Was it right to tell Yuki about what she saw? Or was it not her place to tell him? After all, this wasn't really any of her business. Kyra was completely torn about what she should do. Of course, her dilemma wouldn't last too long.

"Kyra? What are you doing here?"

She looked up to meet the face that had called her name. It was Shuichi.

Almost as soon as their eyes met, Kyra's face became engulfed in a scowl. Feeling uncomfortable, Shuichi retracted a little and took a step back.

"Hey, are you alright? What's with that face?" he asked.

"Shut up." she said shortly, "Don't act innocent with me."

Shuichi felt himself going numb, but tried to hide it. "What are you talking about?"

Kyra pointed at him, her face becoming angrier with each word. "I saw what happened between you and Ryuichi."

Shuichi's heart stopped for a second. The pain traveled throughout his body, causing every cell in his body to feel as cold as ice. He couldn't bring himself to respond, but he lowered his head so his eyes were no longer visible. He heard Kyra scoff.

"That's it? You cheat on your lover and you can't even look me in the face? How will you stand being in the same bed, or even the same room with him anymore?"

"It's not my fault!" Shuichi yelled, clenching his fists in anger, "Ryuichi forced himself on me and I...I just..." Shuichi was thinking of how to explain himself, when suddenly, something dawned on him. He looked up and exchanged his anger for worry.

"Kyra...you didn't..."

The teen had a good mind to lie to Shuichi and make him feel obligated to talk about it with Yuki, but Kyra couldn't bring herself to do this, for the same reason she'd kept her mouth shut to Yuki. This issue did not concern her, and telling the novelist wasn't her job. It was Shuichi's.

She put some loose hair behind her ear. "No. I didn't tell him."

A sigh of relief rushed through Shuichi's body. 'Yuki still doesn't know...'

"...I was going to, but then I realized that it wasn't my place. It was yours."

Shuichi looked at her, then back at the floor as eyes began to water.

"I don't know if you're going to tell him or not, but all I know is that if you don't, I'll lose all respect for you. Yuki might be a hard ass on the outside, but a blind, brain-dead monkey could tell that he loves you, and though he'd be quiet about it on the outside, without you, he'd be a fricken mess inside. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Shuichi couldn't help but stare at Kyra. Was this really the same yaoi-crazed fan-girl who'd chased Suguru for days just to get one stupid provocative picture and tried to post videos of him and Yuki on Youtube? The singer momentarily pushed these thoughts aside and managed to nod.

Kyra nodded back. She then started to make her way past him, but stopped to tell him something.

"Don't lose Yuki over something like this Shuichi, because he is honestly the sexiest piece of seme I've ever seen, and I'll be damned if he goes straight again."

She gave Shuichi one last shove with her shoulder before walking away. The singer gave an awkward smile.

Yep. That was Kyra.

Swallowing the last of his fear, Shuichi made his way to the door and slowly turned the handle. The small click rang through his ears as he gently pushed the door open, and softly said "Yuki, I'm home."

The novelist who was sitting in the living room, smiled to himself. Kyra's little request was still fresh in his head, and he had been planning what to do about it ever since. So, he had to stop having sex with Shuichi, did he?

'I'm sorry,' he thought, 'That command does not compute.'

He got up to greet the boy. As Shuichi was turned around, locking the door, Yuki wrapped his arms around him. He felt Shuichi jerk when he realized what Yuki was doing.

"Yuki...?" Shuichi asked cautiously. He gulped. There was no way that Yuki was going to start acting suddenly romantic while Shuichi had a secret to tell him that would most likely ruin their relationship, right?

"I missed you..." Yuki said, kissing Shuichi on the cheek, "I hate it when I don't have you in my arms..."

DAMN YOU MURPHY'S LAW, DAMN YOU!!!!

"Look, Yuki...There's something I..."

"Shhhhh..." Yuki said, cutting him off. The writer turned Shuichi around and crashed his lips into his. Shuichi felt himself being pushed up against the door as Yuki's hands started traveling all over his body.

"Yuki...wait..." Shuichi mouthed into his lover's lips. Yuki ignored him and silenced Shuichi by thrusting his tongue into his mouth. Shuichi tried to fight it, but he knew he could never win against Yuki like this. He was far too skilled.

Shuichi grabbed Yuki's shirt for dear life, the only thing he could do to show his lover he needed something. Being in the situation they were in, Yuki of course took this the wrong way, thought this was a need of another kind, and started to let his hands wander down even further on Shuichi's body.

The singer moaned into Yuki's mouth, causing him to smirk. Shuichi's hands moved from his lover's chest to his hair, as he started kissing a line from Shuichi's lips, down his neck, and eventually onto his chest.

His chest? Where had his shirt gone?

Shuichi decided he would have to deal with that problem later. There were more pressing matters at hand. He braced himself with his hands now on Yuki's shoulders.

"Yuki...stop..."

The writer looked up.

"Stop what? Teasing you? Oh but Shuichi...it's so much fun...and you're face looks so cute..."

Yuki began to purposely slowly stroke his lover's member.

Shuichi winced as he tried to keep in a moan, attempting to not show Yuki he was loving every minute of this. "No..." he said. It was hard to hear the 'no' since it was over powered by the moan, "I have to ...to tell you..."

Yuki stopped for a minute and brought his face up to Shuichi's ear. He kissed it a little before whispering

"I know...I love you too..."

Shuichi couldn't take it. "Yuki, I kissed Ryuichi!!!" he cried.

As the tears started streaming down his face, Shuichi watched Yuki slowly bring his head back in line with Shuichi's. At first, it had an awkward smile on it, and his voice shook a little as he spoke.

"You did...he...what happened?"

Shuichi held Yuki's face in his hands as he cried even harder.

"Yuki...I'm so sorry Yuki!!!"

He kissed Yuki's open mouth and cried into his shoulder. Over and over he said that he was sorry. Over and over Shuichi said he loved him. Over and over, Shuichi said it wasn't his fault. Over and over, Shuichi begged Yuki to forgive him.

It was only after his tears had slowed that Shuichi realized that Yuki had yet to react. Shuichi quietly said his lover's name. "Yuki...?" he asked, wiping his nose.

Yuki's face was rock hard. His fists were clenched into unbreakable balls at his sides. His body was unmovable. Shuichi pulled back and touched his lover's cheek.

"Yuki...?"

It was only then that Shuichi noticed the single tear that had slid down Yuki's face.

Suddenly, Yuki's piercing gaze shifted from looking at nothing to looking at Shuichi. His look made Shuichi feel like someone was stabbing him over and over, everywhere on his body.

"Did he... did Ryuichi... force himself on you...?"

It took a minute for Shuichi to register the question. Was Yuki not mad at him...?

"Well?" he pressed.

"Of...of course he did! I'd never kiss another man on purpose, Yuki! I love you!"

Yuki was still for another moment, before the strangest thing happened.

He smiled. And after the smile, another strange phenomenon. A laugh.

He mumbled something under his breath. Shuichi watched him carefully.

"What did you say...?"

The writer laughed again "I'll kill him..." he said a little louder.

Shuichi shook his lover a little. The fire in his eyes told Shuichi that Yuki was far from joking.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL HIM!"

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"Hiro! Hey, Hiro, are you ok?" asked K as he burst through the door. He had a portable heater in one hand and a heating blanket tucked under his arm. The trip hadn't taken him that long, and now that he was here, the only thing on his mind was Hiro. Of course, it didn't take long to find him. He'd passed out on the ground, and hadn't moved since his phone call to K.

K dropped the blanket and the heater as he hurried over to the guitarist's side. Hiro was lying on his side, no signs of pain on his face. K put the back of his hand to Hiro's forehead. It was covered in sweat.

'It's the fever,' K deduced, 'He's sweating profusely.'

K turned Hiro onto his back. Bad Luck's guitarist had slightly labored breathing, and there was a prominent flush on his face. Hiroshi was wearing a jacket along with a button down pajama shirt and pants.

The manager picked Hiro up bridal style and brought him over to his bed. He lay Hiro out on the bed. 'He's too warm right now. I need to cool him off. Though, this place is pretty cold anyway.' K thought as he shivered a little. No wonder Hiro was so sick.

'Alright.' He thought, 'I'll get some cool water and a towel to wipe him down.'

He looked Hiro up and down. K tried to keep himself from blushing as he noticed that Hiro's clothes were sticking to his body because of the sweat. This, and the sight of Hiro's sweaty face and heavy exhaling was starting to turn K on.

'Damnit Hiro, it's hard enough choosing between you and Judy, but for Christ's sakes, that's just unfair.'

Hiro let out a long breath. K watched as another bead of sweat slid down Hiro's face. K gulped. Forget unfair. This was way out of the ballpark now. K stood up abruptly and walked over to the sink, his gaze fixed on the floor the whole way.

Back on the bed, Hiro was starting to regain consciousness. He felt a tickle as more sweat slid down the side of his head. His eyes opened ever so slightly, just so he could look over at the clock.

'Oh wow.' He thought, 'How long have I been out? And how did I get on my bed?'

Hiro turned his head a little over to his sink. The sight of K filling up a small bucket was enough to make his eyes open all the way. What the hell was he doing? Hiro tried to think back to before he passed out.

'Oh...my...God...'

Hiroshi's heart began to pound. He was alone with K, in his house, and in a state where he was completely dependent on the blond for help. K could pounce on him anytime and Hiro wouldn't be able to do anything.

K turned off the faucet and grabbed a small hand cloth. Hiro watched as he was about to turn around and come back to his bedside. Quickly, Hiroshi shut his eyes, trying to look as relaxed as possible. He wasn't really sure why he was trying to hide from K, but he was.

K brought his things over and pulled a stool close to Hiro's bedside. He dipped the cloth into the cold water wrung it out. He folded it in half and placed it on Hiro's forehead.

"That should do until he gets up and I can give him some medicine." K said aloud. He looked at Hiro for a minute and had a thought. Cautiously, he started undoing Hiro's shirt.

'I'll open his shirt and put him under the covers. That way, he can sweat the cold out, but not overheat.' K thought. Of course, he had to convince himself that that was the reason he was doing it, and not because he wanted to see Hiro's body.

Of course, Bad Luck's guitarist had no idea that K's actions were that noble. He felt himself crack open one eye to look at his manager. There was a single droplet of perspiration on K's temple, and it was slowly sliding down his face.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?" he screamed in his head.

...well, he meant to at least. He'd accidentally shouted it aloud. K raised an eyebrow as he stopped, just after undoing the final button.

"...What does it look like I'm doing?" K asked.

"Do you really want me to answer that question?" Hiro said, laughing uncomfortably. K reassessed the situation.

"Point taken. Listen, this isn't what it looks like! I was just opening your shirt to make sure you wouldn't suffocate if I put you under the heating blanket I brought for you! Do I really look like the kind of guy who would take advantage of you while you're incapable of defending yourself?"

Hiro chose not to answer that question.

"Hey! Don't point me out to be some kind of bastard! I came over here to take care of you, didn't I?"

"Ha! 'Take care of me' huh? That's what rapists say just before they overpower their dates!"

Suddenly, the air in the room did a complete one-eighty, and went from defensive, to seductive. "So you admit you're attracted to me enough to be my date." K played, giving him a sly smirk as he lightly laced his fingers with Hiro's.

"I didn't say that! I'm not attracted to you at all!" Hiro yelled.

"Are you sure?" K asked, bringing his face a little closer. Hiro took note of this and purposely pulled his head back. This only made K follow him.

"O-of course I'm sure! Why wouldn't I be?"

Still following Hiro's moving face, K actually climbed up onto the bed. "I don't know...maybe because you're still holding my hand?"

Hiro looked down at his hand which was indeed still intertwined with K's. He retracted it immediately. "I didn't notice! It means nothing!" Hiro reasoned. By now though, he was trying to reason with himself as well as K.

The older man laughed and moved in closer still. "So you feel absolutely, positively, without a doubt, nothing for me?" Hiro's head hit the wall his bed was against. He had no where left to go.

Hiro swallowed hard before he gave a shaky "Nope"

K lifted a free hand and traced Hiro's chin line with his right thumb and index finger. Anywhere the two slender items touched, Hiro felt a tingling sensation. It continued when they moved from his chin to his cheek, where the whole hand decided to cup him.

With K's hand caressing his face, and his intense stare coming down onto him, Hiro felt helpless. But, that wasn't what was upsetting him. It was the fact that inside of him, he could tell he was enjoying every minute of K's dominance.

"You still wouldn't feel anything if I touched your face like that?" he asked.

Hiro didn't respond. K must have taken this as a 'no', because he continued.

"What if I came up really close to you like this?" he said. He brought his face just inches away from Hiro's. Just like the previous times, the feeling of K's breath on his skin caused the guitarist to feel shivers run up and down his spine. His heart was beating at an alarming rate, and he was sure that the blush on his face was brighter than any shade of red K had ever seen.

The manager laughed again. "Still nothing? But your heart, Hiro-kun..." he moved the flap of Hiro's shirt out of the way and put his hand on the younger boy's chest. "...I can hear it all the way out here..."

Hiro was getting dizzier by the second, and the fever wasn't helping at all. K's touch made his whole body feel like it was engulfed in flames. Add this with the fever and it was a heat stroke waiting to happen.

'Damn it K!' Hiro found himself thinking, 'Just kiss me! I can't take it anymore!' Just as this thought came around, his mind's eye widened, as his real eyes shut. This feeling...did he...did he really want K to kiss him?

Unknown to Hiro, he had been moving ever so slowly towards K, trying to subconsciously close the gap between them. K could only sit and watch in amazement as Hiro actually came to him.

'Does this mean...he feels the same way about me?'

K knew what it meant if he did. K knew that if Hiro kissed him right now on his own (...ok, mostly on his own..), that he wouldn't be able to go back to Judy. He wouldn't be able to leave. In just a few short days, K had fallen in love so deeply with this boy that he couldn't stand to be apart from him.

However...

If at this moment, Hiro pulled back, and decided to do nothing about K's offer of a kiss...

He'd go back to America. He'd have to. After all, there would be no reason for him to divorce his wife for unrequited feelings.

Now, K was in one of the biggest gambles of his life, and his future rested in the hands of the eighteen year old boy in front of him. The moment of truth drew near and K felt himself close his eyes. He wanted more than anything to pounce on Hiro and make him his, but K meant what he said. Hiro was still sick, and while he MAY have put him in a position better to suit K's needs, it was still his decision whether he wanted to be with K or not.

'Hiro, I can't imagine what I'm doing to you, but I hope you understand it's because I really do love'-

K's thoughts were interrupted and his eyes shot open. He couldn't believe what was happening. He felt himself falling backwards on the bed. He fell flat on his back with Hiro lying right on top of him.

Their lips had met briefly, but it had been because Hiro passed out and fell forward.

As K lay there, the redheaded guitarist on his torso, he found himself unable to move. His thoughts were just too complicated.

Had Hiro meant to kiss him? Was it just because he passed out and just happened to fall in K's direction? Could it have just been Hiro acting under the pressure? K had so many questions that were going through his head, and the only one who could answer them was fast asleep on his chest.

Unconsciously, K started rubbing Hiro's back.

'This is pathetic...' he thought himself, 'I have a wife, and a son...and I'm willing to throw it all away for some kid. And not just any kid, but one that probably doesn't even love me back.'

He looked down at Hiro and moved from his back to his hair. As K played with the boy's red locks, he felt sadness rush over him.

If Hiro didn't love him back...what reason was there to stay in Japan? Of course he loved his job and the band, but those weren't strong enough reasons. Only some extreme feeling of attraction should be able to keep him away from his wife, and right now, that feeling was directed towards Hiro.

K sighed. This wasn't going to work.

Gently, he took Hiro off of his chest and laid him on the bed. K took the blankets and covered him. He then brushed some stray hair out from Hiro's face.

"I can't do it." K said aloud. "I can't."

He took a seat on the bed. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a notebook and a pen. He'd leave Hiro a note. That way, whenever he came to, he'd know why K was gone.

When he finished, K put the note on the small table by Hiro's bed. A sad grin washed over his face as K took a last opportunity to run his hands through Hiroshi's hair.

"Well Hiro...it's been fun..."

He bent down and planted a kiss on his forehead before walking out the door.

A/N: dun dun DUN!!! Lookie lookie what I done did XD! Well, what'll happen? Will K really leave for America? And is Yuki's murderous intent truly returning? Well, I could care less about these questions because I know the answers, but for you, I hope they make things more suspenseful XD

Oh, by the way, on a different note, I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO END THIS FREAKING STORY!!! I mean, I know how it's going to end, but I don't have an ending SCENE. It's bugging the hell out of me, and I swear, It's going to take me forever to figure one out o.0

Ah well. 10 reviews please!

Hugs hearts and all that,

SK