Gravitation

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation. Maki Murakami does.

Angel Eyes Kiyone: Hey, everyone. Sorry it's been a while. The house computer hasn't been working. And I wasn't sure if the laptop I was using had Microsoft Word. However, I was unaware that WordPad worked just as well. I know alot of you guys have been wondering what happened to this story. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about it. This is another dream sequence. But I promise you, after this chapter, things will start moving forward. So, please read and review.

A month passed by since the accident. Eiri had tried over and over again to get in to see Shuichi. But each time, he had either beeen turned away, or nearly caught by Shuichi's family. The novelist had run into his baby sister, Maiko, who had shoved one of his novels at him and stormed off.

"I had wanted to be a novelist someday too." She said sadly. "To think that the person that had inspired me was a cold hearted jack-ass."

Eiri would have been okay with this comment if it wasn't for Maiko throwing his book back at him. No female had ever done that to him before. So when the book hit his chest, he flinched. With that, the girl walked off, leaving the novelist just standing there.

Eiri felt empty. For once, he was having trouble gathering his thoughts. But one thing that he did find odd was that Touma hadn't called him or dropped by to see him since the accident. Eiri couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with the man. Right now he hated him more than anything else. But Eiri wasn't stupid. If Touma hadn't checked up on him in a month, something was seriously wrong.

Night after night, Eiri found himself having the same dream. He could hear the voices of his past. But he also heard Shuichi's sweet Angelic voice calling out to him. The same vision would come into his mind. His sweet Angel was covered with bruises. He could barely walk and blood was trickling down his mouth. His clothes were torn and his hair was a mess. Eiri couldn't understand why he was having this reacuring vision. It made him sick to think about it. He needed to clear his head. He grabbed his coat, keys and sunglasses, then headed out the door. It was a bit nippy outside. But Eiri didn't seem to mind. He walked down the street avoiding all the stares he was getting from other pedestrians. He heard a girl say his name, but he ignored her and kept on walking. He avoided going through the park. That place was where it all started for him and Shuichi. That was the place that sealed their fate.

Distracted by his thoughts, Eiri ended up running into someone.

"Excuse me." He said plainly. He kept on going.

"Oh, it's you!" The person called after him. Eiri Yuki."

Eiri turned his head to look at the person who called out to him. He recognized the person instantly.

"Oh, you." Eiri said plainly. "Sakano."

"What a surprise." Mr. Sakano smiled. "What are you doing out here so late?"

"I could ask you the same question." Eiri said bluntly.

"Oh! I apologize!" Sakano said rather dramatically. "I was on my way home from the studio. It was quite a busy day."

"Was Seguchi there?" Eiri decided to ask.

"Why, yes." Mr. Sakano said with laughter in his voice which made Eiri role his eyes. "He was there today. There were quite a number of new bands he was meeting with."

"Hm. I see." Eiri said suspiciously.

"So," Mr. Sakano continued, "have you been able to see Shindou at all?"

Eiri looked at the other man with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a trick question?"

"Wha?" Mr. Sakano became baffled as usual. "Uh, no...um...I...uh..."

"To answer your question, no, I haven't." Eiri said. "I haven't been able to get near his room without his family there. As a matter of fact, I ran into his younger sister the other day."

"Really?" Mr. Sakano asked.

"Yeah, she threw one of my books at me."

"Oh, I see." Mr. Sakano replied pushing up his glasses.

"Anyways, how's that Hiro guy holding up?" Eiri asked dispite what Hiro did to him at the hospital.

"Oh, not so good." Mr. Sakano replied. "He hardly speaks a word to anyone. There was an incident where Ryuichi said something about Shuichi waking up soon. But it made Hiroshi angry. He stormed out of the studio."

"That fucking retard." Eiri snorted.

"Well... if Shuichi were to wake up from his coma," Sakano asked, "what would you do? I'm sure you're the first person he'd want to see."

"Yeah, I know." Eiri said with a smirk. "My younger brother says I should just whisk him away to some exotic paradise and never come back."

"Haha!" Mr. Sakano laughed. "Well, I'm not so sure about never coming back. But why don't you two spend some time together away from home?"

"This is starting to sound mushy." Eiri said with a heavy sigh. "I'm not that kind of guy, alright? And even if I wanted to leave this place with him and never come back, he wouldn't want the same thing. Shuichi's singing career is here in Japan; at NG. There's no way in hell he'd sign with a different label anywhere else. Somewhere else in Japan maybe, but not the states."

"Well, I...suppose that is true." Mr. Sakano agreed.

"Look, I gotta get going." Eiri said as he began walking away. "See you around."

"Good night!" Mr. Sakano called to him and continued on his way home.

When Eiri finally returned home, he decided to go straight to bed. Tomorrow was his last day to wrap up his novel, which to him wouldn't take too long. Though the reaccuring nightmares bothered him, he was extremely tired.

Eiri tossed and turned in his sleep. There was music playing in his sleep even though the radio was off in his room. It was the same exact song that played on the radio when he first started havin that one nightmare.

"Take the children and yourself"

"and hide out in the cellar"

"By now the fighting will be close at hand"

"Don't believe the church and state"

"And everything they tell you"

"Believe in me, I'm with the high command"

He was still running. The voices were laughing at him. Fear came pouring down on him as it did before, weighing him down. His vision became blurred as he kept searching for what he needed.

"Where are you!" The young boy cried out. No response came.

"Can you hear me?"

"Can you hear me running?"

"Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?"

"Don't run away." Said a strange voice.

The boy stopped in his tracks. He didn't dare look back. He looked to both sides and saw nothing.

"Who's there?" He called out to the strange voice.

"We know what you're looking for." came another voice. This one sounded female. "He's here with us. You don't have to worry."

"But who are you?" He asked again.

"Yuki." Came that sweet voice was looking for.

"Where are you?" He called out.

"Come to me." The voice said. "I won't let them hurt you."

"All you have to do is walk away." The strange male voice said.

But the boy started running again.

"There's a gun and ammunition"

"Just inside the doorway"

"Use it only in emergency"

"Better you should pray to God"

"The Father and The Spirit"

"Will guide you and protect you from up here"

"Walk." Said the female voice. "Don't run."

He wouldn't listen. The boy kept running. The voices came back.

"You're a good and honest boy." Said the voice of the man that tortured his thoughts.

He closed his eyes tight. But that only brought back the visions of his beloved Angel. He was bruised up. His clothes were torn. His bottom lip was bleeding; hair matted. The light in his eyes were gone. Worst of all, he could barely walk. The poor thing reached out to the older male. As Eiri tried to reach out to him, he felt himself being pulled back.

"No!" He screamed out. "Shuichi!"

"Walk. Don't run."

"No!" Eiri jolted up from his sleep. Sweat beaded his forehead. His heart hammered in his chest.

Eiri didn't want to admit it, but at this point, he was scared. Was it an epiphany? He couldn't tell. He got out of bed and went to the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of juice and sat down at the table. The flat was quiet. Too quiet; and cold. Eiri looked around. He remembered how dull his life used to be before Shuichi came into his life. His only entertainment then were those whores who wanted nothing more than to get their hands on his wallet. He didn't care though. If the sex was there, he took it without question. They would both get their fill and she would leave that same night or the next day.

Women came and went. That just the way it was. Eiri knew that. But Shuichi wasn't some whore that just wanted sex or money. He never wanted any of that. Eiri remembered the first night he and Shuichi made love. It was the night of Shuichi's debut song.

FLASHBACK

They both stood side by side looking out at the full moon from the balcony window. The smaller boy looked up at the blonde with confused yet yerning eyes.

"I didn't think you would come to my concert." The boy said softly. "Why?"

The taller man didn't answer. He only looked down at him with lustful, wanting eyes. His right hand came up to wipe a tear away from the boy's left eye.

"Yuki?" The boy said the man's name with a hint of uneasyness. "I don't understand you."

"I don't understand you." The man responded with obvious lust in his voice. "What could you possibly want from me?"

Silence followed soon after as the boy felt hot lips on his. But a sudden rush of fear came over him as he felt himself being lowered to the ground.

"W-wait, Yuki!" The boy panicked. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Eiri breathed. "I'm going to make love to you."

Eiri reached down and tugged at the boy's sweater. Shuichi tried to resist. But with the amount of force Eiri was using, he had no choice but to lift his arms and allow his sweater and shirt to be pulled up over his head.

"Wait, pleae." Shuichi begged. "I don't want to do this!"

"Of course you do." Eiri said with nothing but empty lust.

"No, I don't!" The poor boy whimpered. "You know, I'm fine with just making out. Really."

"I'd rather make love." Eiri growled softly.

He unfastened the button on Shuichi's baggy pants while attacking his neck with kisses. Then after unzipping them, he yanked them down to his knees which caused him to gasp.

"No!" Shuichi yelled. "Stop!"

"Not so loud, you damned brat!" Eiri hissed. "My ears are sensetive you know."

" I'm sorry, Yuki." Shuichi apologized. "But please stop. I don't want this."

"Don't worry." Eiri said with no concern what so ever. "You'll get used to it eventually."

"That doesn't make it any better!" The pink haired boy replied while trying to push the bigger man off of him.

A sudden chill swept over his lower area. Shuichi looked down only to discover that his boxers and pants had been removed completely. This sent a wave of horror rushing through him. He heard something coming from between his legs. Eiri was now unzipping his own pants. A lustful smile was spread across his face. This caused Shuichi to blush furociously. One hand pressed down on his shoulder while the other lifted his leg in the air.

"Just relax." The blonde whispered in his ear.

He licked his two fingers before inserting them into the younger male's rear end. The pain made Shuichi hissed. This was his first time doing anything like this.

"Aah!" He screamed out in pain. "Yuki, it hurts! Please s-stop!"

"Now, now." Eiri said in a low sexy voice. "Just take it easy, Shuichi."

Shuichi's muscles finally began to relax and the pain was replaced by pleasure. Tears still fell from his eyes as the man above him replaced his fingers with his own member. More pain flowed through the boy's body and he screamed out in agony.

"Oh, God!" Shuichi yelped. "Yuki! Aah! Please g-get off of me! Take it out!"

"But don't you wanna feel good, Shuichi?"

"This doesn't feel good at all, Yuki!" Shuichi protested.

"Aw, c'mon." Eiri said licking his lips. "Don't cry, baby."

"Aah! Aah! Yu-ki!" Shuichi called out.

"There now." Eiri said seductively. "It doesn't hurt anymore now does it?"

"It feels weird." Shuichi protested.

They went at it for a whole hour. Eiri layed breathless on top of Shuichi. The boy had cried nonstop through the whole thing.

"What's with you?" Eiri asked glaring at him. "You're such a wuss."

"You're such an animal." Shuichi shot back.

"Why, thank you." Eiri mocked.

"You could have been more gentle, you know." Shuichi sobbed. "It was my first time!"

"First time, huh?" Eiri said sarcastically. "You really are a wuss."

"Well, it's not like I'm gonna go out and do it with just anybody!" Shuichi declaired. "I wanted it to be with someone I love."

"So what are you saying," Eiri asked in all seriousness, "that I took advantage of you?"

"Well I told you I didn't want to do it!" Shuichi snapped. "You were the one that forced yourself on to me!"

"'Well you weren't really making an effort to get away from me." Eiri shot back.

"You bastard!" Shuichi screamed. "I was trying to get you off of me! Couldn't you tell?"

"..."

"..."

"Get your shit and get out." Eiri said bluntly.

"Huh?" Shuichi whined. "But why, Yuki?"

"Do I need a reason?" Eiri spat. "Get the fuck out."

END FLASHBACK

Eiri shuddered at the memory. He knew full well what he had done to Shuichi was wrong. Yet, he didn't stop when his lover begged him to. A single tear fell from Eiri's eye and landed inside his glass. This was becoming too much for him. He wasn't supposed to be this emotional. It was very unlike him. He got off the couch and went to the bathroom to wash his face. The cold water refreshed him somewhat. But did nothing for his nerves. Eiri looked in the mirror. He didn't look like the same Eiri. The person he saw in the mirror looked completly different.

His eyes were a bright amber color. What had once been small narrow slits were now a bit bigger and wider. Eiri stepped away from the mirror in what seemed like shock. This wasn't the cold and distant Eiri Yuki. It wasn't the Eiri that filled his lungs with poison and his liver with venom. It wasn't the Eiri that slept with any whore that would have him and locked his past away in the back of his mind. What was peeking out at the surface was the old Eiri. The Eiri from seven years ago: before Kitazawa.

"Damned brat." He whispered to his reflection. "What the hell have you done to me?"

Meanwhile

Ryuichi sat in his living room staring at the television screen. His pink stuffed rabbit was clutched to his chest. He looked at the brown package that sat on the coffee table in front of him. He was supposed to deliver it to someone weeks ago. But in doing so, someone was going to get hurt; a few people actually. And because of that, Ryuichi couldn't find the courage to deliver the package. There was someone he needed to speak to about the situation. Someone who could very well end up hating him for it.

Ryuichi heard the front door unlock. He quickly reached for the package and shoved it under the couch. A loud cheerful voice filled the house as the front door closed behind that person.

"Oh, honey bunny!" Came the voice of none other than Tatsuha Uesugi. "Where are you?"

"In the living room, Tatsu-chan!" Ryuichi replied with fake enthusiasm.

Tatsuha entered the living room to find his boyfriend sitting on the couch. The smile left his face when he saw the gloomy look on the older man's face.

"Honey?" Tatsuha called approaching his lover. "What's the matter?"

'Just who I've been waiting for,' Ryuichi thought to himself. "Um...can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Of course, Baby." Tatsuha said sitting next to him. He placed an arm around Ryuichi's shoulder. "What's up? You okay?"

Ryuichi turned to face his lover. His dark blue eyes were so intent on holding their gaze together. He hesitated a bit before he worked up the courage to ask the question that was welling up in his brain.

"How far would you go to protect someone?" He asked the younger male in all seriousness.

It was point blank; right in his face. Tatsuha nearly choked on his own saliva.

He couldn't help but ask, "Um.. what?"

"How far would you go to protect someone?" Ryuichi asked again with the same serious expression.

Tatsuha felt as though he had been punched in the jaw. How was he supposed to answer to that? It wasn't like Ryuichi to act so serious all the time. Ever since Shuichi's accident, it was like the childish switch in his head had been flipped off and there was no one there to turn it back on. Tatsuha didn't like this side of the singer and he certainly didn't like where this conversation was going. But he knew that Ryuichi wouldn't stop until he got an answer. So he had no choice but to answer the question.

"Well...I'd do just about anything." Tatsuha responded. "If it's someone I love; some...precious to me...I would do anything." He stroked Ryuichi's cheek softly.

"Even if it means hurting someone else that you care about?"

Tatsuha froze. He looked at Ryuichi with a shocked expression. Something just wasn't right.

"Ryu." Tatsuha started. "Where is all of this coming from all of a sudden? What's gotten into you?"

"You didn't answer my question." Ryuichi said plainly.

"Ryu, please tell me what's going on?" Tatsuha said standing up from the couch.

"..."

"Ryu?"

"..."

"Fine." Tatsuha sighed. "I'm out of here."

"Why?" Ryuichi asked not moving from his position on the couch.

"Because I don't like where this conversation is going." The younger male admitted. "And you're starting to freak me out."

Tatsuha grabbed his jacket and keys. He took one last look at Ryuichi who had gone back to the curled up position on the couch, then walked out the door. Ryuichi sat in silence for a moment. A

After what seemed like forever, he got up and pulled out the package from underneath the couch. He looked long and hard at it. Then finally, he came to a decision.

"I'm sorry, Tatsuha." The vocalist spoke softly. "I do love you. But I love Shuichi more."

~owari~

Angel Eyes Kiyone: There you go, kitties! Another chapter done. Just give me seven reviews and I'll update. I already have another chapter written out that just needs to be typed. Thank you my loyal readers. I have not forgotten you. Work, hom, work, home. Rinse and repeat. I'm actually glad to be getting this chapter over with. You know the part where Eiri is talking to Mr. Sakano on the street? I actually had a dream about that three years ago and it stuck with me ever since. But in the dream, Mr. Sakano was the one that suggested that Eiri take Shuichi far away somewhere. And it was at sunset instead of night. I just had to get it down on paper. That dream is what sparked the idea for Precious in the first place. And the fact that It came from a dream and I call these two chapters Dream Sequence? Okay, I'm babbling, but you get the idea. There goes one heavy burden lifted. I'm free! The next chapter will be different. So keep reading.