Wow…I am so over-boarded with work it isn't funny. Let's see, I have three days, ok, more like three hours in those three days to write. I have this to update, another work and I have a couple ideas for a new fan-fiction.

I do not own Gravitation, if I did, I wouldn't be stopping at fan fiction.

I noticed something, I am writing lemons in almost every chapter…hmm wonder why….

Chapter 11: Intrusion and Missing Photos

A week later, Shuichi was permitted to leave the hospital under strict orders not to exert himself. Yuki found this entertaining to say the least, the boy was a ball of energy, even in his new mentality he still had to do something. Chuckling slightly, the older man was the one to bring his lover home while hearing about Shuichi's revelation. Of course he thought along the same lines of the singer's best friend and was a bit afraid to him, but then he let the idea simmer. It wasn't possible was it? The police didn't check his identity, it was a possibility but it seemed pretty far-fetched. The only person who would know or had any idea if this was feasible was the very man imprisoned at the moment.

Yuki decided to change the subject entirely and decided to ask him about his work.

"So is the tour on hold then?" After all they were back in Japan, The last time he was in New York was the second day of Shuichi's attack, then he was transferred to someplace easier for him to get support, someplace with his records.

"Yeah. They are also going to buff up security a lot too. They are even talking about metal detectors before you enter."

"I just hope it doesn't happen again. I was afraid I was going to lose you." Yuki turned the corner and pulled into his drive way. Unfastening the seat belt he went to the other side and helped his other half into the house after exiting the car. Shuichi was reduced to tears after his twentieth or so step.

The bullet wound wasn't fully healed but it was not in danger of reopening or infection. Otherwise it would have been another week in the hospital. Shuichi had begged him to take him home, so here he is picking up the wincing singer and carrying him to the bedroom.

Yuki placed him in bed gently and closed the front door to care for him. Shuichi needed antibacterial ointment put on the wound three times a day or else risk infection, the writer was starting to wonder if he should have taken him from the hospital.

"I'm sorry…" Shuichi cried out as Yuki helped him out of his shirt, the only loose fitting one he owned as he applied the cream from the medicated bottle.

"Why? You didn't do anything."

"I should have listened to you."

"You did, I said stay with Hiro and you did just that. Don't be apologetic, you are not at fault for anything."

Shuichi's face blushed a little as yuki removed his pants, his black boxers being the only thing on his small frame. Shuichi was becoming pretty marked up, not only did he have the branding on his leg, but he had a gun shot wound on his stomach. 'guess I match Eiri now' He thought and ran his hand down his lover's shoulder and chest. He was still clothed but the graceful finger tips felt his flesh and Yuki growled lowly, lustily at this action. He contained himself, he may have the sexual urges of a hormonal teenager but the man he was attracted to was injured, the smallest jostle could rip him back open.

"You want some don't you?"

The question had thrown him off guard and he just looked at his younger lover in a state of shock momentarily. He was jostled from his thoughts when Shuichi brought his hand between his legs and gently squeezed his package. Yuki moaned audibly giving a clear answer.

"I can't, no. I am fine. Now get some sleep." Yuki's words were partially broken, quick and hesitant simultaneously.

"Eiri?" Shuichi called out before the man left the room to take care of his growing urges. He stopped, his back still turned to his vocalist.

"I can help you."

"no, you can't." his words were harsh, stoic and instantaneous. Yuki knew he needed a cold shower, a week without any kind of stimulation has certainly gotten the better of him. With that he walked out, leaving a slightly depressed celebrity in his lover's bed, staring at the picture that was on the bedside table. They were happy then, both with flashy smiles, yuki was laughing and Shuichi was pouncing on him. Shuichi smiled faintly and remembered the time, that was back when Riku had visited. Shuichi missed the kid who went back to Kitazawa's younger brother. Yuki was getting attached to him himself. Maybe he should ask that question he never got a chance to back at the cottage. The question he was afraid of uttering in case they were shot down.

Maybe he shouldn't. this wasn't over, he just knew it! He didn't want to drag the poor kid in to this mess.

But then what was going on?

The questions kept streaming into his head, the faint whisper of the ideas settled in for the night as Shuichi let his eyes close in a graceful slumber. It wasn't until later that he found himself enveloped in warmth. Shuichi recognized those arms, he recognized the sent of the man holding him. Yuki always smelled of the earth with a slight spice. Regardless of when he was smoking, he always smelled the same. This sent was forever etched into his memory. Shuichi cracked an eye open to see that the man beside him was not asleep just yet and felt he should ask his question. At least he could get a response and act on it later if all went well.

"Eiri?"

"Hmm…" His eyes were still closed but his body language told him different. He recognized he was being addressed and shifted in bed to bring the boy closer to the partially asleep writer.

"can I ask you something?"

"You just did." Eiri opened an eyelid and looked at the man before him. He was starting to question if he'd ever get sleep.

"Hey!" The man tried to turn around and face his back to the singer but failed. Shuichi grabbed him to stop rolling over. Normally he would just throw him off or let him keep hold and flip him over himself however there was two differences. The first being where he was grabbed. The second being that the boy was injured.

"Ignore me and I'll give you something else to take care of" The boy had threatened, his hands playing with it's new toy.

"Fine, fine. Just stop. I just took care of that, I don't need another problem."

The man laughed, it was amazing how open the couple had become during the time they were together.

"So? Are you going to tell me or can I go back to sleep?"

Shuichi kissed the man lightly on the lips who was more than happy to return it and asked what he been thinking about for the past couple months.

"How would you feel about adopting Riku?"

The blond opened both his eyes now and returned the gaze. The first thing he noticed about the male he was sharing the bed with was the seriousness in his voice.

"I wanted to ask you before but it wasn't right. Not with Taki and everything going on."

"So this is what you wanted to ask?"

He nodded and began kissing a trail down his chest, prompting for a positive response.

"You know how I feel about the brat"

Shuichi looked up and ran his hand through the hazel eyed man's hair. "But I want to know what you think. I want to hear it from you."

"I love him as much as I love you. Brat jr. had nothing to do with what happened when I was a kid, I wouldn't mind. I especially wouldn't mind because his "mommy" would be taking care of him and since he isn't a damn baby, there would only be one person crying in this house." shuichi laughed at the mention of Yuki's nickname for the kid, it was adorable.

"one?"

Yuki dragged his arm down the man's spine and pinched Shuichi's butt in a gesture to tell him who he was referring to.

"So is that a yes?"

"hai…now can I go to sleep?"

"I love you Eiri!"

"I love you too…brat." with that the man drifted back into the arms of exhaustion as he held the man dearly to his chest.

Little did they know that when they woke, it wouldn't be in the morning.

Yuki woke with a start, Shuichi was in front of him. Fear in his eyes, tear down his cheeks. He was mumbling to the writer who took a moment to understand his words.

"Eiri! There is someone in the house!!"

Panic took hold of the writer.

"Stay here and don't move." He eased out of the bed and grabbed a foreign object he could find. The object being a glass vase on the end table.

He moved to the door and let it open slowly, no noise being emitted from the hinges. And looked around the room, no one.

Then he heard it. A noise in his office. There were two men talking very distinctively in English.

"Did you find it?" the one called out in perfect pronunciation. The language was easily rolling off their tongues, they were foreign.

"No…wait! Here it is! Just like he said!"

'he?' Yuki thought and waited outside the door with the new weapon in hand, he waited for the door to open. He would strike then.

A man walked out, his head turned to face the one behind him. Yuki smashed the vase on his head, knocking him out. Blood splattered on the white walls and new carpet. Yuki didn't care to question his status, he was down and that was all that mattered.

The second man behind the knocked out counterpart had realized at once what was going on and punched Yuki in the face who fell back a couple steps in shock. The attacker running towards the open door. Yuki ran after him only to see him speed off with a get-away car. He escaped.

Yuki wasted no time calling the authorities.

Rubbing his cheek he checked the man, there was a lot of blood but he was alive. Maybe they could get to the bottom of this. Yuki went to the office to see what the item in question was that they were breaking into his house for. It was a mess, everything was broken or torn up. His laptop still sat there untouched. Yuki took a quick inventory and didn't notice much of his things being missing. That was until he noticed one drawer. The one drawer he had padlocked was broken open. Not even Shuichi ever saw what was in there. How did who ever it was that told them to get there know of it?

He knew immediately what was missing and swore up a storm. They took the pictures from four years ago. The ones he retrieved from Taki after his escapade with his lover. Yuki never knew why he kept them. Maybe to remind him of what was done to him? Maybe because he was afraid if he disposed of them that they would be found and somehow resurrected. He didn't know for sure but the only three items in there were that, the gun he used to slay his victims at an early age and a picture of his first love. He wasn't sure why all those things were in his possession but had them none the less. The gun was still in the drawer. Yuki could have been easily shot…again.

Yuki made his way to the bedroom, knowing he had to tell his lover what was going on.

He reached the doorway to an unsettling view. Shuichi was curled under the covers, shaking and afraid. How did they get in the house? Yuki made sure the door was locked and dead bolted. One thing was for sure, he didn't feel safe at home anymore.

"Hey Shu. It's me" he called out as he gently placed a hand on the mass of sheets before him. The mass flinched and the covers drew down to reveal a pink haired bed head. The boy was crying, afraid and cling to Eiri.

"Are you ok? What happened? What…" Shuichi was kissed passionately, thankful that they were both alive and well after an surprising experience.

"I'm fine. Look, we need to talk." without waiting for him to ramble, he continued. "Remember the photo session that Taki had with you all those years ago? Well, I got the pictures back. I don't know why I had them, probably because I was afraid of anyone finding them in case it wasn't disposed of right. They came for them. They took them. I knocked one guy out, the other escaped. I'm going to call Hiro alright."

"What! Why?"

"why call Hiro?"

The boy nodded.

"Because I called the police. No surprise if they want to question me and I want you taken care of. I wont leave you alone after what just happened. Also Shu. I think your right. This isn't over."

Yuki was going to pick up the phone when Shuichi snapped his hand down, laying it back on it's base.

"I'm staying with you. I don't care what you say or do hun. I am with you. I was the one who heard them first after all."

"But…" Shuichi was the one who quieted the other for once. This time, all he did was place his hand on the bullet wound and replied "I am only safe with you."

The sirens were close by, all hope of getting the boy out was long since passed up.

Shuichi was going to get up and move out of bed but Yuki retrained him.

"I don't want you to see what happened."

"why?"

"just….trust me." Shuichi kissed him again, unable to resist his luscious lips. They broke off, the police would soon be there.

It was another five minutes before they arrived, guns up and aimed for hostility. Yuki met them at the living room and got on his stomach. They had to make sure the house was clean and that there was no threat.

They were going to order Shuichi around until Yuki shouted that he was injured from a gun shot wound some time ago and couldn't. feeling secure, the police lowered the weapons and helped Eiri to his feet.

They surveyed the injured man, an ambulance soon following after for the uncurious man.

In the end, Eiri managed to weasel out of interrogation with an autograph from both himself and his lover. Apparently their fame knew no bounds.

Yuki let the boy sleep peacefully on his lap, his arms around the man's neck and head buried in his shoulder. Yuki refused to sleep. He made calls that day. There was no way he was going to stay in that house. Not only did everyone know how to reach him, both family and fans alike but he was reminded how unsafe his house had been. He managed to get a hold of real estate early that morning and schedule to look at some houses that day but they weren't free until that afternoon. That gave Yuki time to call Hiro and explain what had happened. The boy couldn't walk to much yet so he would have to stay home, Hiro was willing to watch over him.

Yuki got up and managed to move a slightly snoring singer to the bed as he went to make breakfast. He completed it and brought it to his soon to be husband in time for the door bell to go off.

Yuki was hesitant and but ready for anything. A lack of sleep and the break in done wonders to his already shot nerves. His stomach was already in pain from his ulcers.

It was Hiro.

"Hey, they was hanging on your door knob."

Yuki looked at the piece of paper and read it.

'check your email. It is all over the net.'

"what does that mean?" Yuki commented to himself and left the door open for the man. There was still blood stains where the man was beaten down but paid no heed to them as he went to his laptop and booted his computer up.

Eiri was in shock.

There in his e-mail was not only the missing pictures but the video of their capture, the things Taki did to Shuichi and worse off, himself and Shuichi forced to have sex.

Where the hell was the cameras for the other stuff? How the hell did it get on there! Yuki then remembered the note. 'All over the net'

"Shit!"

Hiro looked over to the man with a questioning glance.

"Turn the TV on to the news!" Yuki shouted as he checked the web. Sure enough everywhere you looked was the video and pictures and comments from hundreds to thousands of people who already seen it.

It was on the news as well.

It wasn't long before there was a mass of media outside the apartment.

Yuki decided to attack it head on, so as he went outside to tell them what had happened during that time. People were thinking Yuki had done that to Shuichi. That wouldn't slide.

Hiro made his way to the office door, Yuki's laptop still on, the video and pictures being displayed. Hiro was in shock. Of course he heard what happened but this was the first he had thought of it so graphically. The first he seen it.

Hiro felt rage boil with in and heard Shuichi whimper in the bedroom, still in the dark as to what was going on. Hiro just couldn't tear his eyes from what was going on. He soon found himself sitting in the chair, watching in horror as they victimized his friend and Yuki.

A hand fell to his shoulder.

"Pissed me off too." the voice was cold but familiar. Yuki had returned and found him in his chair. Hands clenched into fists, digging his nails into his flesh.

He stood up , knocking that hand away. And went to Shuichi who was calling out.

"Hiro."

He stopped at his name being mentioned by the blonde.

"They know everything now and will keep bothering you two. " he was referring to the media. "I don't care what you do just protect him. I need to take care of this. Please tell him what is going on."

Hiro nodded and let the man leave to take care of the business that needed to be given attention to.

"So it's not over then?" Hiro had to question before the man had left. Yuki turned slightly and muttered out.

"No" he left, his black coat the last visible part of him.

Hiro made his way to Shuichi to let him know of the new developments. Hiro could only think of one thing as the flashes of the video he seen earlier came to the surface. Hiro saw the branding on the boy and could remember the horrible scream he gave off. He saw the gun shot wound and remembered when he was lifeless and unresponsive. Hiro wanted to kill someone for the first time in his life.

Meanwhile Yuki had calmed the furry of tabloids and news reporters but their was one place that he couldn't control.- the internet. Of course word would spread of the truth but people would voice opinions as facts, distaining the truth. Yuki made it out of his car to the real estate agent, his stomach doing back flips.

"Hello! It is a pleasure to meet you. We have five houses set up for your tastes. I can assure you that whatever it is you need or looking for we would be glad to accommodate." The girl was obviously flirting, Yuki decided to ignore that fact, a certain pink haired man slave at home was more than enough for him. Yuki smiled slightly at what he referred him to. 'wonder what would happen if I called him a man slave'. Shuichi was in his thoughts all the time, it was hard to remove him from there.

Later that day he found what he was looking for. A large kitchen, two bathrooms. One connected to the master bedroom which was large and spacious and one for public use. Two other rooms in the house a bit farther than the bedroom. The best thing of all - thick walls and no neighbors.

"Would it be possible for added security in this place?"

"Of course, how secure do you want it?"

"Well, you see we just had a break in and I am a bit shaken up after in. I want this place so secure that no one can get in unless they have a code or key or whatever it is that lets them in."

"Of course sir, we would be happy. Anything else?"

"What can I do to make it available today?" 'Might as well flirt back if it will get Shuichi out of that house.' Yuki thought to himself.

"Could I have your autograph?" 'how predictable' he thought

"Of course"

"So by what time would I be able to move in. I am sure you understand my haste." Yuki mentally slapped himself for the old English word choice but played it off. He could easily have the movers be there today and with luck, sleep in their new house that night. What Shuichi would like the most was that it was pretty close to NG and a block away from Hiro's house. This thought alone let him feel a bit more secure, knowing that should anything happen that the man was close by to be called on.

"Would 4pm be acceptable?"

"It is perfect."

With that he made his way back to his house and made arrangements to get things taken care of for the shift in furniture and belongings. He walked in to hear the two of them talking about giving Hiro and Suguru an all instrumental piece to show them off for once. Hiro seemed excited.

That night Shuichi slept in Yuki's arms in the new house as the man just looked at one solitary e-mail.

All it read was:

'it's not over'

A/N -sooo,….I am hoping for more reviews people! I want to make sure SOMEONE is reading it. Yes, I did go against my claim of only 6 reviews a chapter but hey, I felt inspired. Also, the next couple chapters will be dark, let's just say things change up a little and everything comes to light. Only for more violence.