Sorry I had to make all of you wait for this. My (insert ugliest profanity here) computer decided to finally fail on me and so all my documents were lost. Among them were my chapters for the story. It's not exactly the same, but I was only writing from memory with this chapter. My school is probably going to send me a new computer in a week or so. So until then I'll have to use my sibling's computers because the laptop I'm using really hates me.

Series: Gravitation(the anime) by Maki Murakami

Disclaimer: DAMN LIFE FOR ME NOT OWNING THIS SERIE

Chapter 6 : Why

"Oh, it's dark here..." Shuichi felt himself falling. "Where...is this place?" He kept reaching for someone to pull him back up to the surface. No matter how far his arm seemed to stretch through the darkness, the pressure pushed him down farther against his chest. That's when he heard his name being called. The owner of the voice sounded like and angel. Shuichi recognized it. It was a pained call but to Shuichi it still was a beautiful voice. "Yuki? Is that you...?" He tried to break through the pain, "I can't leave! Let me go!" He screamed. "Yuki! Where are you...?" The pain finally caught him and he couldn't move anymore. His thoughts started to blur. "Yuki..." His voice started to fade in his head. "I love you, Yuki..."

"AAAAAHH!!" Shuichi shot up from his pillow. The sweat shone on his skin in the moonlight. One hand was placed over his chest the other on his face. Just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. That he was still here. What...What was that? It felt so real...that pain...was it really just a...a dream?

Yuki awoke to Shuichi's yell, a bit surprised since the singer hadn't had any nightmares that woke him up lately. "Shuichi?" he ask concerned, "What happened?" He noted that Shuichi was not only gasping for breath, but shaking. What the heck is going on with him? He pulled him close to his chest.

Then Shuichi realized what the feeling was, "I was...dying?" He asked himself under his breath. He couldn't believe it. Dying couldn't really feel like that...could it? He slowly started to calm down in Yuki's arms.

Dying? That's a...deep nightmare...even for Shuichi... Yuki felt Shuichi fall back asleep and his breathing went back to normal. I guess I'll have to ask him about it in the morning. And then he too, fell back to sleep.

Yuki never did ask Shuichi about it though. The next morning he had another chapter to do for his new novel. And like every other time, he shut himself off and was cold to his lover. He figured Shuichi would be busy anyway with his concert coming up that he'd be too busy to bug Yuki. And so the cycle commenced once more.

It was Thursday, the night before the concert. The apartment was as quiet as had always been for the past two months. Even though Shuichi's thoughts were screaming in his head. When he came home that night, he decided to ask Yuki one more time about attending the concert. I just want you to hear a couple of my new songs... He stood at the doorway of Yuki's study. He held the ticket tightly in his hand. "Yuki?"

"What is it, brat? I'm busy." Yuki mumbled from the chair. He didn't even glance at Shuichi.

"Mr. K...he had an extra ticket for the concert. I was wondering if you wanted to go or not."

Yuki sighed angerly, "I'll think about it." He spat out. He just needed a couple more hours to finish this damn thing...

Shuichi didn't want to wait though. He had waited for long enough. He felt the ticket crumple in his fist. "When? When will you think about it? When it's over?" He raised his voice.

Yuki didn't turn to him, "No. I said I'd think about it." He said smugly.

Why Yuki? Why do you push me away so harshly? Why can't you just alter your tone? Am I that worthless to you? "Why do you do this, Yuki?" He couldn't cry. He had already wasted enough tears.

Yuki ignored his questions.

"Why do you hate me?!" He finally yelled.

This time, Yuki gave Shuichi his attention. Surprised that he had yelled at him. "Fine, your answer? No." And he turned back to his computer.

Shuichi stared angerly at the floor and then walked away, stomping. He dropped the ticket on the way to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Yuki asked annoyed.

Oh, now you care? "Where do you think?!" He barked as he slipped his shoes on. To where I always go when you treat me like shit. To the only person that cares anymore. He tried not to cry as he accepted his own theory of the truth. I'm not going to let you throw me out this time. I'm sick of this.

Yuki perked up to Shuichi's tone. He quickly passed the through the study and made it to the front door as Shuichi was about to open it. "You're not going anywhere." He grabbed his arm.

Shuichi struggled in the writer's grip. "Since when are you the boss of me?!" He tried to free himself. No matter how hard I try, he's always going to be stronger than me.

Yuki didn't answer. He just felt like this time, the fight wouldn't be healed and he couldn't let Shuichi go.

"Let go of me, damnit!" Shuichi yelled. He had had enough of this. There was a loud, "TWAP" noise that filled the small entrance of the apartment. Yuki's grip finally weakend, and Shuichi pulled away. Still huffing from the struggle he said, "I'm staying at Hiro's until the concert. After that...I'll have to think about it." I don't care if I don't have any extra clothes. I'll just sleep in this and pick up my concert clothes at NG tomorrow. He gave one last glare at Yuki before exiting the apartment. When he made it to the road, his footsteps became quicker as he started to run. "Screw you, Eiri!!" He yelled. Not knowing or caring if Yuki heard him or not.

Yuki lightly placed his hand over the place on his cheek where Shuichi had slapped him. He was shocked that Shuichi had done it. He wanted to run after him but knew it would be useless. Unwillingly, he closed the door to the apartment and walked back to his study. On the way, he noticed a piece of paper on the floor. The ticket? He sighed as he picked it up. In his study again, he lit a cigarette. Now unable to concentrate with his chapter. His eyes moved from the compter screen to the piece of paper. "Why? You always ask me why..." He stared up at the ceiling and blew out a breath of smoke, "Maybe I don't know."