Disclaimer – I don't own any of the characters that appear from the Gravitation series. Nor do I own Sophie cause she wont lemme keep her (Yes Soph is based on a real character 3) Anyway Maki Murakami owns them unfortunately.

Summary – Yuki abused and cheated on Shuichi in the past. And now its up to Hiro to show Shu that he is loved and wanted in this world (Bad Summary) WARNING: Mature themes. Yushu, Shiro, Yuma, hints of Kiro. Please R&R!

I shot up in my bed, gasping as the sweat dropped from my skin. That same terrifying dream yet again. I'd had it every night since I had started living at Hiro's. I immediately grasped over at the bedside lamp, fumbling with the switch and eventually relaxing when the tiny room was lit up with a hazy glow.

I hate the dark these days. I'm not afraid of it… I just don't like it. I don't know what's wrong with me. It makes me feel so lonely. So cold. Reminding me of the times I would sit in my cell at the institute and look up at the window with the streaks of moonlight illuminating the room.

I shivered and pulled my knees up to my chest, my grip tight against them, trying to hold onto the escaping warmth as I rubbed away my immanent tears on them. I don't know how long I sat there thinking about my dream. It seems like I do this every night. Thinking of the long fingers of a familiar hand reached to me from the darkness. I think that this dream has happened to me in the waking world. Actually I know it has but I have yet to find out whose hands they belonged to, trying to tighten its grip painfully over my wrist and the fresh wounds there with the blood spurting from the lacerated veins. Always trying to pull me into the light, to the land of the living. My body aching and tired. Were they Hiros'? Or they might have even been Yukis'.

I yawned and uncurled my shaking body, my legs swinging over the side of the bed with the sheet wrapped around my thin body and I made my way over to the window. My forehead leaning against the glass, my breath steaming the cold glass and I looked at the cars and people below me on the busy Tokyo road lit up by multicolored lights. Tokyo tower standing proud under the moon as if reaching up towards the heavens. The heavens that I would never reach, unlike Hiro. The rain had stopped and the air was filled with that special sent that you could only ever get in Autumn, the mix of Autumn leaves, the cold night air mixed with that certain sparkle after the rain. A pure mix unlike the polluted air of the cars below me. I like, no I love this freshness.

I turned, resting my back against the icy windowpane and looked at the bare and lonely bed. I sighed. There was no way that I'd get back to sleep tonight at least not if I had to sleep on my own. I mean sure I've slept on my own before now. I went from sleeping curled up with my mother when I was a baby to on my own all those years ago. Then I slept happily and contently in my bed on my own till the time I met Yuki. I've slept on the couch at his; I've slept in his bed with him. Then of course I slept on my own in the Institute too and now I'm alone sleeping in this foreign room. I'll get used to it eventually but still nothing is better then cuddling to get to sleep. The heat from the one you love seeping into you, almost protecting you from an invisible danger.

I smiled sadly, loneliness seeping into my body as I took one last glance at the white goddess that hung effortlessly in the sky surrounded by the stars, wanting its power to come into me. Almost asking it to make me stronger… help me get better and so I made my way off towards my best friend's room. Carefully tiptoeing, trying to be silent as possible as to not wake the guitarist up, I mean he has to get as much sleep as he can, he has to take care of me and that's a big job. Well it's a big job to take care of anyone with these so-called self-harming disabilities that I have. I winced as his door creaked as I pushed it too.

Hiro's room was even smaller then mine, a wardrobe, a bed, a bedside table and his guitar propped against the far wall next to the window. I mean sure this apartment was nothing special, just your regular 5 room apartment on the 6th floor, two bedrooms, lounge, kitchen and a bathroom. Of course we could afford a bigger and better place but I guess Hiro isn't the kind of person to go around flaunting off the money that he had received through his music career.

I could hear Hiro groaning quietly, droplets of sweat dripping from his skin, brown pools hidden by long sexy lashes and his dark hair half covering his face. Guess I wasn't the only one to have a nightmare tonight but god did he look beautiful. The way that the moonlight shone through the curtains, illuminating his body. I guess the right word to use was angelic.

I shook my head ferociously trying to rid myself of the memories of another angel… a blonde older angel. No, no one could ever be like the angel before me now. Not like me the fallen angel. I padded over to the bed, slowly kneeling before it gently stroking away the dark locks revealing Hiro's face to me, his eyebrows furrowed with his lips slightly parted. I let my hands linger longer on the brunette's cheek, caressing it slightly, though ever being aware not to wake him. I suppose I stayed like that for quiet a while. Tenderly caressing him, trying to calm him from his nightmare until it seemed to have stopped. I thought he had just slipped into a calm slumber as I made myself comfortable at the side of his bed, leaning against the mattress and taking one final glance at the man I had secretly fallen in love with before closing my own eyes and drifting off into an undisturbed slumber of my own.

I sighed finding a heavy hand wrapped my waist engulfing me in eternal warmth. Long hair fell across my face and my nose, tickling it and making it twitch. When I opened my eyes they were met by deep brown ones gazing concernedly at me and I smiled, receiving one of his own sad smiles. I shifted closer to his heat, a hand resting on his chest and his gaze upon me as I smiled feeling his skin on my lips.

This felt right… Me, in his arms. As if Hiro was protecting me. As if it was only us in a timeless world. Shivers coursed through my body suddenly as memories from last night fled back to me. Had he woken up and seen me sitting there beside him and decided to pick me up, and lay me in the bed with him. Its not like he couldn't pick me up, apparently I've been classed as dangerously thin and the last time I was weighed, I only weighed about six and a half stone.

"Shu?"

I looked up into beautiful brown eyes.

"What was wrong last night?"

I shrugged, tensing a little, trying to think up an answer without seeming weak and pathetic. "I was lonely…"

Hiro smiled, then brought up one of those guitar worn but soft hands to caress my cheek before planting a gentle kiss on my lips. "You know you could just sleep here with me all the time, you know? Instead of coming here in the middle of the night nearly every time… You need your rest Shu…"

I smiled feeling truly loved for a moment. Hiro's words reaching deep into my heart and pulled it closer to him. "Thanks Hiro…" I closed my eyes for a moment before opening them again, raising an eyebrow and saying in a hushed voice, "you know? You know that I come here at night?"

He nodded shyly. "I guess it was because you weren't with me tonight that I had that nightmare." I frowned. What did he mean by 'that' nightmare. He sighed and nuzzled my lifeless hair. "I dreamt about that night… that night where I almost lost you…" I bit my lip, realizing what he was talking about. "I was the one that found you in the park… I couldn't let you die Shu. God I love you too much!" His breath hitched and I was vaguely aware that his grip around my fragile body was getting tighter and tighter. "I dreamt that I found you too late and you were there just surrounded by blood in the middle of the park that night."

"Hiro…" I reached up and brushed some hair from his face, revealing his eyes to me. Tears brimmed from the edge of them. "I'm so sorry. I never meant for it to go that far… I just wanted to ease the pain some and I just… it feels so much better to do it with a blade…" I closed my eyes and I knew he would never understand. No, he wouldn't. He was perfect. But he just nodded and smiled, turning his face away from me to yawn so I wouldn't suffer from his morning breath.

We untangled our limbs and I let him sit up. The pale cotton sheets falling off his beautiful light skin, pooling around his waist. His bed-hair sticking up in all directions, his eyes slightly bloodshot from crying and probably being up all night taking care of me or even watching me while I slept, safe in his presence. He looked at me and smiled, running a hand through his hair trying to tame his chocolate mane. I giggled quietly and hid my head beneath a cocoon of sheets, his hand turning to gently stroke over my sides making me bite my bottom lip in order to stop my self from laughing out loud. He pushed me carefully onto my back from my side and he grinned as he proceeded to attack my sides as revenge, from when I attacked his neck. Now it was my turn to fill the apartment with sensual (and sexy) moans and laughter.

Just like Hiro I have an extremely sensitive neck but I didn't tell you that. R&R please!