Another installment, welcome, I hope you enjoy it. I couldn't resist it, this is not the final chapter, I'm sorry. I think i'm growing attached to this story, maybe it's all the great reviews I'm getting. I promise to stop the torture soon. lol. So without further ado, I present...

Disclaimer: - I do not own Gravitation. Someone else does. But please enjoy this one.

Chapter Eleven.

The crowd was wild. They seemed wilder than usual; jumping and screaming so loudly that Shuichi doubted any one of them had ever been sane. Smiling to himself, he adjusted his headset so that his microphone was just right, and started walking down the runway that stopped mid-crowd.

His body was coated with sweat from the hot stage lights and dancing; he could feel it running down his back. His dark hair was glistening and spiked with it. His open white shirt clung to his body and he was sure that later on removing his leather pants would be a dilemma. The only thing that felt comfortable were the boots he was wearing. But that was probably because his feet were feeling too energetic to notice the heat.

Stopping, he stared at the crowd. Smiling as a group of girls pressed close to the stage screamed his name, he bowed slowly then turned to the band and lifted his hands; a signal that he was ready to start. Turning back to the crowd, he allowed his gaze to go searching. Moving methodically through the faces on the balcony seats until he found the one he was looking for. His heart fluttered in excitement as a golden gaze connected with his own amethyst one.

As the music started, his thoughts returned to all that happened two hours before.

Two hours ago when everything in his world had seemed black and white. Six months of missing Yuki had been no joke. He had tried everything he could to forget the man. Including sleep with Ryuichi, an experience that they had both decided to forget because Shuichi had cried brokenly after it was over. The only reason it had happened was because he had been stinking drunk, depressed and desperate. These being the worst combination of emotions ever known to be the start of a relationship. He had yet to discover why Ryuichi had let it happen. The man had been stone cold sober.

But none of that mattered now. Now that he had found Yuki again. It had been almost too much when he had opened his eyes to find Yuki leaning over him. After the search he had conducted through the hotel, he had been afraid that he had finally walked off the darned cliff. Decided to go mad and hallucinate Yuki's existence in order to survive. Then Yuki had kissed him and his world had tilted back to normal.

As usual, Yuki had turned insatiable after initial contact. Despite him being laid up in bed after passing out, they had ended up having the best sex in thirty minutes that he had ever had. No words, no explanations, just enjoying each other after so long. After that, they had both fallen asleep, the next thing he remembered was Hiro and K waking them up, because he needed to get ready for the concert. With Yuki seated on the couch already dressed, he had started dressing up for the concert. Occasionally stopping by Yuki and receiving kisses, until he had finished dressing then he had chosen a seat across from Yuki. Staring at him as he started to light a cigarette then stopped.

"It's okay." Shuichi said shyly.

"You're about to sing. I can wait." Yuki replied leaning forward to scrutinize him. "Why are you being shy, after what we just did?"

Shuichi looked away with a frown, "I'm not being shy."

"Uh huh." Yuki replied shaking his head, his lips curling with a smile, "If you didn't want to, all you had to do was say no."

"I loved it." Shuichi said quietly looking back at Yuki. That's the problem with me, he thought. When it came to Yuki, and whatever he wanted to do with him, it was fine. He could never resist it. He had not even tried to resist it, knowing that he had been craving it.

"So why did you run away, and make us both hurt?" Yuki asked with an unconcerned tone. Why would you walk away from me? He wanted to know, but dared not ask. "It was very inconveniencing."

"If you haven't figured that out, then may be its good that we're not together anymore." Shuichi said, moving to get up only to have Yuki stop him.

"Sit down."

"Why? So that you can lecture me on what you call a stupid decision? Well, here is a newsflash for you. It's not a stupid idea to me. It made perfect sense at the time, and still does at the moment." Shuichi said staring down at the hand holding his arm tightly. Aware that he wanted to feel those arms wrapped around him again. I'm such a slave, he thought.

"Did you hear me say anything?" Yuki asked staring at him with that annoying golden gaze. "Shuichi will you stop jumping to conclusions. I haven't even asked what this decision of yours is about. Just sit down for a moment, K will be back in less than five minutes."

Shuichi closed his eyes and swallowed hard before he sat down slowly. Yuki's fingers moved away and he felt a great sense of loss at the action. He had felt as though he would die when he hadn't been able to find Yuki earlier. He had died and gone to heaven when he had seen Yuki leaning over him. But now, sitting here opposite him, hungrily taking in everything about him, all his reasons for leaving came crashing back to him. Why can't you say you love me too? He thought bitterly. Why do I have to be the only one loving you so darned much?

"We need to talk." Yuki said.

"I know." Shuichi replied.

Yuki stared at him for a minute, and then said, "Before you go on stage, I have to give you something. For now, will you let me hold you for a minute or two?"

Breathing in out, he nodded as Yuki pulled him from his seat and onto his lap. Wrapping him in his arms and holding him tight, and that was how K found them. Afterwards, they had parted as Shuichi had joined the band to head to the square. Yuki had rushed away to his room, and then had joined Sakano on the way to the square. No one not even Hiro had dared ask Shuichi any questions. Back stage just before the concert started, Yuki had pulled Shuichi away and handed him his passport.

"Keep this. I can't leave without it, so you're stuck with me." Yuki said quietly.

"What? You can't." Shuichi hissed. Staring at the little book with a frown. Wondering what the hell was going on with Yuki. He moved to give it back to Yuki, but Yuki grabbed it and pulled him into his arms. Then he took the passport and while watching Shuichi's shocked expression, he slid it into Shuichi's back pocket. Then he brought his lips to Shuichi's ear and said gruffly,

"We have to talk. If you leave Taipei without me, I'll be stranded, so that will be your fault. I hope you feel very guilty about it. You're stuck with me."

Staring up at the balcony now, at that stunning gaze, Shuichi touched his back pocket, feeling the passport in his pocket and chuckled. They were both mad. There was no other explanation for it. Instead of going at it earlier, they should have talked it out. But he couldn't be blamed; it was too hard to resist Yuki's charms. Shaking his head, he allowed the music to flow through him and the words to flow out with all the passion that he could muster.

His efforts stunned the crowd, bringing the crowd to a point they had not imagined. It was obvious Shuichi was shining brighter than ever. At a distance, a golden gaze smiled in amusement.

"You need to give Bad Luck a break. Otherwise Shuichi is going to break." Ryuichi advised over the phone remembering how depressed Shuichi had been when he had left him. "Tohma, I realize he is not your most favorite person in the world, but his band is your most important investment. Think of it as a good business decision."

"I never said he wasn't my most favorite person in the world." Tohma replied, leaning back on his chair, while he stared out the large window in his office. It was always a marvel to watch the city of Tokyo in action. "At the moment, I would do anything to bring them back to Japan, just so that Eiri can stop his idiotic behavior."

"Yuki-san again?" Ryuichi scoffed, walking through the airport following his bodyguards as they headed for the exit and the car that would take him to the hotel Shuichi was staying at. "I am tired of you. Perhaps you could try being a little more realistic with your fantasies."

"Fantasy...hmm how are yours about Shuichi going? Isn't that the reason you're sticking by his side?" Tohma said coldly.

"Don't try to understand anything I do." Ryuichi shot back with a sigh. Breathing in the cool Taipei weather. "I have my reasons for what I'm doing. Now just make sure Bad Luck is finished with the tour and taking a break."

"Fine, whatever you want." Tohma said shaking his head. The tour would be ending anyway. It was the only way to bring Eiri back to Japan. He was tired of having Mika yelling at him because now she could not even go to Eiri's house to brow beat him about going home to see their father. Six months and counting of his wife's nagging about her brother was all that he could take. He was bringing Shuichi back to solve his problems. Not to mention a media frenzy that was on the brink of exploding. God he was tired.

Closing his eyes, he listened as Ryuichi reverted to his obnoxious self and started going about the final movie shoot and how the director had been cool. He was surrounded with peculiar characters, from Eiri's absurd mood swings, his wife's nagging, Sakano being the weirdest of all, Shuichi and Ryuichi. He was cursed.