Disclaimer: Gravitation is not mine, sadly. But the song isSo don't mess with the song! Got it? Good.

Recap:

"What happened?" Hiro asked as a tear slipped down Shuichi's face.

"He kissed me. But it's O.K. I was just scared. And I didn't want it. I didn't!" Shuichi buried his face in his hands.

"Be back in a little." Hiro said, causing Shuichi to look up at him.

"Where are you going!" he asked, he didn't want to be left alone again.

"I've gotten a famous novelist to kill." Hiro said, and stalked out the door.

Chapter 4: Blood, Tears, and Music

"Hiro!" Shuichi shouted and rushed after him. He pushed through the camera men and record company executives and ran upstairs.

"Where are you going?" he heard a distressed Fujisaki ask. He looked back and saw the green-haired boy scarfing down a sandwich.

"Back to the studio. Stay here. We're not ready for another 15 minutes." Shuichi told Fujisaki quickly, wanting to get out of there and stop Hiro from what was on his mind.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" he heard Hiro shout and tried to open the door. He forced open the door and saw Hiro holding Yuki by his shirt collar and punching him. Yuki had his hands behind his back, like he wasn't going to make a move to stop him.

I've got to do something. Shit, I don't know what to do... Shuichi thought to himself.

This is a test Shuichi. Unfortunately, you don't know that yet. Yuki said and smirked as Hiro pulled his arm back for another hit.

"Hiro, stop! Stop hurting him!" Shuichi shouted and got between Yuki and Shuichi, and the punch that was meant for Yuki landed right in Shuichi's face.

Everyone in the room let out a gasp and Shuichi shouted with tears in his eyes, "It doesn't matter, just stop hurting him! He may have scared me, but he doesn't deserve this!" Shuichi pushed away from Hiro and pulled Yuki out of the mess.

"Shuichi?" Hiro asked in a dazed voice as he looked at the blood that was randomly pooled on his knuckles and the floor.

"Don't. Don't even talk to me. Not right now." Shuichi said as more tears threatened to fall out of his eyes and he got out bandages for Yuki's face.

Hiro's anger had dissolved, and Shuichi's comment only helped bring him back to earth.

"God, I'm so sorry. Are you O.K.? Here, let me help." he said, kneeling down and struggling to get some ice out of the fridge and put some in bags for Yuki and Shuichi.

"Go clean yourself up." Fujisaki commanded of Hiro who was trying to put a bandage on Yuki's nose, who was obviously infuriated by the situation. Hiro did as he was told, Fujisaki following him.

"Thanks for helping me." Yuki said sincerely. His thoughts were less sincere.

I knew it! That means that at least part of him has more affection for me than Hiro. He's seen that his boyfriend can be a brute, too. He may feel bad, but I'll be the one to help when he needs it. This damn brat won't know what hit him!

He smiled to himself, and Shuichi noticed.

"That must mean it doesn't hurt that much anymore. That's good. Are you feeling better Mr. Yuki?" Shuichi asked.

"Oh, yes. Much better thanks to your First Aid skills." Yuki told Shuichi, and gave him another smile.

Maybe Yuki isn't such a bad guy. Shuichi thought to himself. Maybe he just wants... me. Wait! So he took the hits from Hiro for me? That can't be right. Or can it? Does he really feel anything towards me?

"You in there, blue hair?" K-san asked, jerking Shuichi out of his thoughts, only to notice that he was inches away from Yuki's face.

"I'm sorry!" Shuichi shouted a little louder than necessary. "I just-"

"Zoned." Yuki said and patted his shoulder. "We all get like that sometimes." he pulled himself up and said, "Are you guys ready to make more music? I'm in the mood to hear some now."

Shuichi smiled and ran a hand down Yuki's cheek, getting the last drop of blood. It was only broken by the sound of the bathroom door shutting.

"Everyone, get your music together. Let's try something different." Hiro said, and sent a look towards Shuichi that said, "We'll talk later."

After playing for a few more hours, the band decided it was time to head home. They all got up, packed up, and left. Shuichi, Yuki, and Hiro were the last people to leave.

"Sorry I got so out of control earlier. But keep your hands off Shuichi, got it?" Hiro said, a tinge of anger still in his voice that Shuichi knew would never leave when it came to him.

"Yes, sir." Yuki stated. He shook Hiro's hand, and then shook Shuichi's, letting their hands touch a little longer than necessary, making Shuichi blush, and then ran off to Seguchi's office.

"Don't let him flirt with you." Hiro told Shuichi as they got onto the motorcycle.

"Was that what he was doing?" Shuichi said, pretending to be oblivious to any actions of Eiri Yuki.

Hiro shook his head and then pulled into the driveway.

"Let's go to sleep." Hiro commanded, but Shuichi made no move to do so.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to stay up and write." Shuichi said, and Hiro kissed him softly, then departed to their bedroom.

"Good night!" Shuichi called over his shoulder and pulled out a spiral that he used for his writing.

I have to stop thinking about him. Maybe if I write, this new infatuation will stop... I can't hurt anyone like this. Yuki is off-limits.

He put the pen to paper and found it impossible to stop writing for 3 hours. He wrote the perfect song that he felt perfectly explained what he felt, what happened, and what could happen. In fact, he was so into it that he didn't even notice Hiro walk in and watch him for an hour. Shuichi smiled, laughed, and cried while writing it, not even noticing his lover beside him, thinking and hurting. Wondering and feeling more than he'd ever felt. And when Shuichi finally fell asleep, Hiro read the lyrics...

So calm the sweeping winds of fate/ Crush my soul, make it be too late/ To grab on, to shut off this/ And if only I could simply wish/ Upon a falling star/ I'd be where you are.../ Hold on tight/ Don't let it slip away/ Through the night/ While the sun sets on another day/ Push me aside/ But make it be alright/ To want to stay.../ So through the time I can see/ How you feel about me/ I want to grab on, shut off this/ Even though it's such bliss/ To stand out/ And make you hear my shout.../ Hold on tight/ Don't let it slip away/ Through the night/ While the sun sets on another day/ Push me aside/ But make it be alright/ To feel this way.../

Hiro put a blanket on the sleeping bundle while tears streamed down his face. Normally not the kind of guy to break down, he hid his tears by hopping into the shower and rubbing away any insecurity he had. Any thoughts concerning Shuichi or Yuki.

"Hiro?" Shuichi asked the next morning, and shook the boy sprawled out on the bedroom floor. Hiro moaned under the towel and tried to hide from the light from the bathroom.

"Get up or we're going to be late." Shuichi said, and licked Hiro's ear, hoping to get a response.

"Get the hell off me!" Hiro said, and kicked the now blue-haired boy off of him. "I'm up. Happy?" Hiro said and looked at Shuichi who couldn't hide the fact that his whole face was a deep maroon. "What?" Hiro asked, and looked down.

Hiro had gotten out of the shower and immediately fallen asleep. His covers had been the towel that had fallen to the floor when Hiro had gotten up. Hiro hurriedly grabbed the towel and looked for clothes in the closet.

"Oh, by the way. Nice song." Hiro said, with some spark and hurt in his voice. He said it loud enough for Shuichi to hear. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted Shuichi to feel guilty. Feel bad for crushing his heart. Know some part of what Hiro was feeling.

"What song?" Shuichi asked innocently, and Hiro spun around; angry as hell.

'What do you mean, what song! The one that you stayed up late writing! The one that practically proclaims your love for a masochist American!" Hiro finished and watched Shuichi's face turn deadly white.

Shuichi's eyes filled with tears and he stepped towards Hiro. "I'm sorry. I'm... I'm just so sorry." he said, and fled the room. Hiro grabbed some clothes from the closet, pulled them on and grabbed a pair of sunglasses. That way, no one could see his puffy eyes. No one could tell that he had been crying. He walked out the door and left the house. Not wanting to see Shuichi, or anyone for that matter. He climbed on his motorcycle, and still responsible, headed for the studio.