Disclaimer: *pouts* Even if I did have an imagination, I doubt I could create such great characters as the ones used in this fic, so obviously, they don't belong to me. -.- DON'T SUE ME!
Also, I do not own "Sometimes" by Ash…but that's seems to have become the "theme" for this fic ^.^ (btw, check it out if you haven't heard it!)
Notes: Third instalment, usual stuff applies (ie. Emily corrupts characters into warped versions of their past selves [or OOC-ness]). Thanks for reviews *glomps* Enjoy!
WARNING: Shounen-ai, hints of yaoi…maybe even some yaoi later. This means maleXmale partnerships. If you happen to disagree with this, the turn back now by hitting the "back" button. *Happens to wonder why you're reading Gravitation fanfiction*

Key-desu!
'…' = Speech
blahblah = flash back
"La li ho!" = thoughts/lyrics

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Two weeks.
Two weeks had passed since Tatsuha's arrival. A week and a half since Kei had given Bad Luck time off (much to Sakano-san's distress). In the past few hours, twenty-five year old Shindou Shuichi had begun to believe he was loosing his mind (again). The partition separating his 'bedroom' and 'living room', was closed, something that rarely happened.
Shuichi dropped face first onto his bed, and attempted to relax. He couldn't.
'I miss work,' he mused to himself. Over the past two years, his work had become his life, well, more so than before. At first, it had been to get his mind off Yuki (after spending three months absent from Tokyo; brooding, and wandering around Japan by his self) and then, as the months went by, work, writing songs and composing, became all he did. Anything to escape.
And he faced an even longer vacation after Hiro and Ayaka's baby was born.
He rolled over, looking up to the bland white ceiling. His fingers tapped a beat on the mattress, one of the songs on Bad Luck's soon to be released album.
Aside from the tapping, there was no other sound in the apartment. Shuichi smiled; they hadn't wanted to leave him alone, they never did. The way his sister and friends looked at him sometimes, like they feared he would do something drastic.
Now there was a notion…people were still worried about him, after all this time.
Yes, true, he hadn't gone about getting over Yuki, or attempting to, the right way. Running away from it all and just vanishing had been stupid.
But it had been a long time since that, aeons from the way Shuichi's brain had made it, a long time. And at least he had returned.
So…why did he feel like a bad child that needed constant watching?
Fake smile.
Not his self.
Heartbroken.
He blinked. The thoughts had occurred to him more than once. He stared at a dark patch on the ceiling a while longer, wistful look in his huge violet eyes. Shuichi sat up sharply, and shook his head.
'I need to sleep,' he ordered himself. He pulled his blankets up around him, and dropped back to lying down. He turned to his left, then to his right, unable to get comfortable and winding the blankets tightly around himself.
After a bit of tossing and turning, he found a comfortable position on his side. He stared at the wall, his eyes drooping…falling slowly too sleep. He shifted backwards a bit, and fell off the side of the bed.

*

The sound of women's voices babbling drifted into the living room. The voices were fast, speaking excitedly, and there were the odd intervals of 'EEE, that is SO cute!' or 'AWWWWW!'.
Shuichi, Suguru and Hiro had all managed to tune it out in order to focus on their own conversation…that had now dwindled into a debate between Hiro and Suguru over which instrument was better; keyboard or guitar.
Shuichi watched the argument as you would watch a tennis match, and was growing increasingly bored. He didn't like tennis anyway.
His attention was quickly drawn in by the PlayStation sitting by Hiro's TV. Five minutes later, the keyboard/guitar dispute was forgotten, and a tournament of Dragonball Z Final Bout commenced.
'Whooo, I kicked your ass, Hiro!' Shuichi cried, waving his controller in the air.
'That's it, I want to change character.'
'No! Its my turn,' Suguru proclaimed, having missed out on ten goes due to Hiro "changing" characters.
'Shuichi, you give up your controller!'
'NUUUUU! You'll steal Chibi Goku from me!'
At that moment, Ayaka marched into the room, a "seriously-pissed-off" look on her face.
'Will you men please keep it down. We are trying to have a conversation in the kitchen, and currently all we can hear is your childish, silly bickering,' hands on hips, she glared menacingly at them, before turning and leaving the room.
Silence descended between the Bad Luck band members.
'Y'know, Hiro, Ayaka-chan is going to make a really good mother. She's so…scary.' Shuichi whispered, eyes wide.
Hiro sighed, and hung his head. 'I really cannot wait until this baby is born,' he stood up from his seat on the floor, and resumed his space on the couch.
Suguru raised an inquisitive eyebrow, 'Surely that should be Ayaka's line. Why are you so fussed about it?'
Hiro opened his mouth to reply, but Shuichi jumped in. 'He's not getting any, why else do you think?'
Hiro glared at Shuichi, and whacked him round the side of the head. 'Pervert.'
'So, Hiro, has the name been resolved?' Suguru asked, continuing the previous conversation from dinner a few weeks before. Shuichi looked confused.
'Nope. Ayaka and I will never be able to agree. Our baby shall end up being known as "child", you watch.'
'I'm sure you'll think of something when the baby is born,' Suguru smiled.
Another burst of laughter came from the kitchen. 'Can we finish our tournament?' Shuichi asked, waving towards the game console.
'I'll kick your ass this time Shindou.'
'Hah, you wish!'

*

Tatsuha stopped channel surfing after coming across a music station. The current song had no meaning to him, but he liked the tune, and hey, there was always a chance of a Nittle Grasper song appearing, right?
He was sitting in Yuki's living room, alone. His brother had long since given up listening to Tatsuha's babble and had locked himself in his study.
'Moaney old git,' Tatsuha grumbled, focusing his attention on the TV. It had taken ages to find a decent channel. Tatsuha was beginning to see no point in paying more for cable, there was never anything on TV. Ever.
The song finished, and another one queued.
'Tatsuha…' a voice grumbled from behind him.
'Hai, A-ni-ki?' Tatsuha sing-songed.
'Will you turn that damned racket down…I am trying to work.' His brother stalked over and grabbed the remote, to turn down the volume.
"Sometimes it happens feelings die…four years are lost in the blink of an eye…we once had it all, but events conspired, oh sometimes…sometimes."
Yuki paused, thumb hovering over the Vol. Down button. 'You shouldn't listen to this crap.' He stated, practically muting the volume and hurrying back to his study.
Tatsuha blinked, a smile creeping over his face.
"And now that it is over…it is through, it gets me every time I think of you, and sometimes it happens; feelings die. Oh sometimes… I miss your warm skin, beside me at night…"
'Aniki, you didn't need to kill the sound!' Tatsuha complained, an idea slowly formed in his mind. He had a vague idea why his brother had looked so…sad upon hearing the song. It was a look Tatsuha had never seen before.
'I think…' Tatsuha concluded quietly to himself, 'that you miss Shuichi, my dear onii-chan.'
And, he was going to do anything to match make the pair together again.

*

Yuki rested his head in his hands, eyes closed. What had happened there? Why had he paused?
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud whoop and a raise in volume as a Nittle Grasper song queued on the TV.
He rolled his eyes; his brother was always the same. He resisted the urge to storm out of his office, grab the little brat, and chuck him out, via the balcony.
Yuki allowed a grin. Least then the quiet of his home would resume.
He turned his attention back to his screen, the flickering text cursor resting at the last finished sentence he had typed. The heroine of the story had just discovered her lover in bed with another woman.
Yuki winced; romance was so stale and always took the same roots. He needed variety in his books, but his publishers insisted upon him writing what would sell well.
Over rated tripe.
He poised his fingers, ready to type…only the words that had flowed onto the screen easily before, didn't come.
He cursed. He didn't have time for writers block.
The blonde writer reached for his cigarette packet, withdrew a cigarette and lit up, inhaling deeply in a hope to calm down and get back into creative mode.
After five minutes of sitting in contemplative silence, Yuki gave up. Obviously, he was in serious need of a break. Saving his work to disc, he turned off his laptop and exited his study.
At first, he contemplated having a conversation with Tatsuha, who, after the Nittle Grasper song had finished, had returned to channel surfing.
Yuki shook his head; he didn't want to talk, not really. Tatsuha had been hanging around with Shuichi and his friends for the past two weeks, and would probably want to talk about the pink haired baka.
No. That wouldn't do. Yuki would probably have another sudden wash of nostalgia, and get stuck in the past, something that had become frequent in the past few days. And dammit, he didn't have time.
'I'm going out,' he offered as his only explanation, and before the other man had a chance to reply, Yuki had gotten his coat, and walked out of the door.

***

'Gyah! I'm late!'
'You're always late,' Yuki responded absently.
'Nuuuu, this is different. If I'm late today, it won't be Kei threatening me with a magnum, it'll be Hiro strangling me with a bow-tie.'
Yuki snorted at the ridiculous mental image.
'Where is it? Where is it? Ohhhh, I'm so dead.'
'What are you looking for?'
'Ring.'
'Huh? Why?'
'Ring for wedding. Y'know, a wedding ring. Hiro will kill me if I've lost it!'
Yuki attempted not to take this the wrong way…why the hell would his beautiful pink haired baka want a wedding ring for Nakano?
'YUKI! You could help me!' Shuichi stomped his feet and pouted.
The man looked up from his book, and did a double take when he saw his lover.
The shorts and tank tops combo had been forfeited for a crisp white shirt and black pants. Even the untidy hair had been tamed and slicked back.
'Where are you going?' Yuki asked suspiciously.
'Uwa…I'd tell but I'm not allowed. Help me look for this ring!' Shuichi went back to rummaging through his backpack, frenziedly throwing out the junk he kept in there.
Yuki rolled his eyes, and looked around the room, spotting a small black box almost straight away, under the coffee table.
He picked it up, and examined it. Really, why on earth would
Shuichi want a wedding ring? Who was getting married?
'Maybe I should pay more attention…' he said to himself.
Shuichi looked frantic. 'WAH! I can't find it…' he wailed, tears brimming in his eyes.
Yuki almost took pity on him, but where was the fun in that?
He wrapped his arms around the other man's waist and pulled him close.
'Yu-ki…I need to find that ring!'
Yuki silence his lover's pleading with a kiss, and slipped the ring into Shuichi's back pocket.
Shuichi snuggled up to Yuki. 'I really need to find that ring…' he mumbled as his only way of protesting.
'What for…?'
Shuichi pulled away. 'I'm not allowed to tell! Ahah! Found it!' He pulled the ring out of his back pocket.
Yuki rolled his eyes.
'Yay, Hiro won't kill me. On that point, neither will Ayaka-chan,' Shuichi laughed.
Ah, it all came together now. Yuki concluded. The infamous engagement. He had had idea that Nakano and Ayaka would get married in secret, thus Shuichi's forever 'I'm not allowed to tell' line.
Devilish grin in place. 'Maybe they'll still kill you…Y'know Shu-chan, you look rather nummy today.'
'Huh? Wha-? No, Yuki…I'll be late!'
'I don't care.'

***

Shuichi dropped his keys onto the hallway table.
'Tadaima…' he muttered, looking around. Tatsuha didn't appear to be back yet.
He padded into the kitchen, and pulled out a carton of juice, before entering the main room of the apartment and flopping down on the couch. He was about to turn on the TV, when the phone rang. He hopped out of his seat and answered it.
'Moshi--'
'Shuichi!' came the panicked voice of Shuichi's best friend, Hiro, 'thank god. I think…gyah. Ayaka's gone into labour.'
Shuichi's eyes widened, 'Hiro…are you hyperventilating?' He quizzed.
'Shuichi! What am I supposed to do?' the other man pleaded.
'Okay okay…calm down. Urm…how about calling an ambulance? I'll---'
The phone had cut off; obviously Hiro hadn't given a second thought and had followed Shuichi's suggestion.
Shuichi had to resist the urge to laugh, it was unusual that anyone ever asked him for advice.
He hung up the phone, and, deciding it best to go and make sure Hiro didn't die from panic, pulled on his shoes and dashed out of the apartment.

To Be Continued…

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Footnotes: Sorry, this chapter was very bad (and short at that). I had difficulty, as nothing really happens, and I have no good flashbacks to go with it -.-
Next chapter will be an improvement, I promise! =D *waves white flag* Its allllll planned out *evil cackle*