Disclaimer: Gravitation owned by Maki Murakami. Don't sue!
Notes: Ahhh…chapter 4. Yay! Thankies again for all reviews *glomps*
This chapter should have a lot in store…=D
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
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For some strange reason, Yuki was always drawn to this park. He wasn't sure why, but then it held many memories and had the ability calm his nerves. He sat down, perched precariously on the rim of the parks water feature. He placed a hand either side of himself for support, and leant back. His head tilted towards the sky and he closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax. After a few moments of just allowing the wind to blow gently across his face, Yuki straightened his posture, and began to watch the world around him, observing. Although many people wouldn't believe it, Yuki was an avid people watcher; it's where he got his ideas for characters.
It was a bright sunny day, early afternoon, and there were many mothers out with children, people rushing back to work after lunch and school kids hanging around, waiting for their lunch period to end.
People just going about their daily lives.
Yuki zoned out as he watched people pass by him, his mind deep in thought.
He had found that lately his mind had been drifting more and more to the past, and Yuki was finding it harder to concentrate on everyday life.
Yuki's watch beeped, snapping him out of his daze. He checked the time, reading it as one pm.
He sighed, and stood, supposing he had best go back home to go to continue working. He would have to update his editor at the end of the day, but he'd gotten no sudden flash of inspiration from sitting around.
Yuki stretched out his muscles and turned to walk away from the fountain, but the next thing he knew was that someone had collided with him and there was a loud splash.

*

Shuichi hadn't been looking where he was going, which is why he must have careened headfirst into the tall man in his rush.
He somehow managed to stumble, and tripped over his own feet, straight into the parks fountain.
The pink-haired vocalist found himself practically drowning in the shallow fountain. He gasped in a huge lungful of water before being able to pull himself to the surface.
Shuichi choked and started coughing, attempting to get the water out of his lungs.
'Uguuu~' he whimpered, and braced his hands against the stone base of the water feature to hoist himself up. Only he found that someone was offering him a hand, to help him up.
Not looking up, Shuichi took the offered help and was lifted to his feet.
'Ahh, gomen.' He muttered. He still hadn't looked up. 'I wasn't looking where I was going and…'
Shuichi found himself looking up into a pair of very familiar eyes.
'Yuki…' his eyes widened, and in his shock he almost fell back underwater.
He hadn't seen the man for two years, and the sudden unexpected meeting had his heart racing. He was still drastically in love with the man, he realised.
'Get out of the fountain, baka,' Yuki responded coldly, 'you'll catch your death.'
Shuichi pulled himself out of the fountain, slowly and shyly. 'I'm…sorry. I didn't mean to run into you.'
'Its fine.'
Shuichi noticed Yuki holding a cigarette, and almost commented on the fact that he thought his ex-lover had given up. He stopped himself just in time, remembering it was none of his business. 'Well…I better get going,' Shuichi waved his hand in the direction he had been going. He turned to leave, but Yuki touched his shoulder to stop him.
The taller man held out a hand, offering his coat to Shuichi. 'Take it. Its cold and you'll catch the flu,' he stated simply.
Shuichi accepted the coat quietly and clutched it tightly in his hands, but before he got to say a word of thanks, the other man had walked away and was far down the path in the opposite direction Shuichi needed to go.
Shuichi sighed, and watched the other man go. He stared hard at the coat in his hands. Yuki's coat.
Shuichi shivered, Yuki was right, it was freezing, and just another sign that winter was around the corner. He shrugged off his own jacket and wrapped Yuki's around his shoulders. The hospital was closer than his apartment, and he supposed he could always ask the nurses for scrubs to wear.
With a sigh, Shuichi trundled along on his way to hospital.

*

Two years give or take a little. And Yuki had seen him again, for the first time in what seemed like ages.
As he walked away, he had to resist the urge of looking back. There was still a connection between them, no matter how desperately Yuki had tried to destroy it.
'Why did I finish it?' he murmured to himself, walking down the road towards his apartment.
"I felt trapped…I loved him, and I couldn't stand it."
'That makes me an idiot.'
"You're talking to yourself again"
Yuki brought a hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. True, he was beginning to feel like he was loosing it.
He looked up at his apartment building, finally aware that he had arrived. Yuki sighed; he didn't want to be here.
'I need a break,' he muttered, and turned away from the large white building and looked around, attempting to think of where he could possibly go.
Why did it always seem like he was running away?
Yuki shook his head, and continued down the road, wandering aimlessly.
His mind stayed focused on Shuichi for some reason, and he wondered where the man had been in such a rush too. 'Maybe I should've asked,' he mused.
"If you hadn't of let him go, maybe you'd be dashing to wherever with him."

***

Shuichi stood looking up at the apartment, rucksack slung over one shoulder and a duffle bang held in his hands. All his possessions in the world were held in the bags.
The night was, ironically, nice and calming, playing against Shuichi's emotions.
All he wanted to do was scream at the unfairness of it all. His heart was breaking, bit by bit, he could swear he felt it in his chest.
He turned away from the white structure, and looked down the road, calculating what he would do next.
He didn't want to bother Hiro and Ayaka. Why should they put up with his problems? They were happy together. He shook his head; no, he wouldn't run to Hiro.
His sister? No…He wouldn't run to her either.
'I'm need to be independent,' he murmured to himself, his mind formulated a plan. He need to get away, he decided.
He slowly started on his way down the road, his feet taking him to the nearest train station.

***

After leaving Shuichi behind, with his final decision, Yuki had gotten in his car and driven, not really giving a damn where he ended up.
He needed to get away from the tearful 'Why's?' and pleadings. Unaware of it, Yuki arrived outside the Obaida Amusement Park…their first date location.
He sat in his care, staring up at the Park, and silently cursed himself for not paying attention.
Of course he would unconsciously end up here, his mind so full of Shuichi.
He leaned back in the drivers seat, closing his eyes and wondering if he had done the right thing.
'Of course,' he stated, 'of course I have.' There was little strength in his words, and Yuki doubted he really had.

***

Shuichi hoisted up the scrub pants and attempted to secure them on his hips, but failed. He held the waistband securely in one hand as he practically waddled over to the vending machine.
The nurses at the hospital had been "kind" enough to give Shuichi a change of clothes, which happened to be the too big scrubs he was currently wearing.
Unless he was being self conscious, he could swear certain people were leering at him.
He sweatdropped, and surveyed what was on offer in the machine, finally selecting a packet of pocky and some canned tea.
He returned to the waiting room where Maiko and Suguru were sitting, along with a sleeping Hiro.
'Why are we even here?' Suguru asked when Shuichi returned.
'Because Hiro lost it and panicked, so we're here to help,' Shuichi stated, pulling open the can and taking a sip.
'And also because Ayaka-chan will be in need of a moron who doesn't throw a spazz fit…' Maiko jerked a thumb towards Hiro.
After just ten minutes in the hospital room, Hiro had been kicked out for "causing to much stress" on the staff and the expectant mother.
Not that Shuichi blamed the midwife; Hiro was in a rather panicked state.
'I thought he had been all calm over the birth…' Suguru continued.
Shuichi shrugged and Maiko pinched his tea off of him. 'Oi!' He chibified and attempted to snatch the tea back, failing miserably once he had to stop in order to pull up his scr
ub bottoms for what seemed like the one hundredth millionth time. 'Does anyone have a rope?' He asked, desperate for something to secure his pants to his body.
'All out, Onii-chan. How exactly did you manage to soak yourself, again?'
'I tripped, and fell in a pond. Its not so hard.'
Shuichi had kept quiet about his run in with Yuki. But he now had the dilemma of getting the other man's coat back to him. Shuichi sighed as his sister looked at him disbelievingly.
'Baka,' she muttered, taking another sip of the stolen tea.
Grumbling, Shuichi started in on his pocky.
It was then that Tatsuha decided to arrive and managed to wake up the deep sleeping Hiro.
'Huh--wha? Babies?' The frazzled man babbled as he woke up.
Tatsuha shook his head and dropped into a seat next to Shuichi, who had taken some precautions in protecting his pocky from being stolen.
'No news?' the dark haired man asked.
'No news.'
Hiro looked around the room, 'Don't you all have lives to live?' He asked, 'Why are you all here?'
'Well, Hiro, it all started with your mental breakdown. We decided to keep an eye on you.' Shuichi nibbled on a piece of pocky.
'Oh.' Hiro blinked, 'Is the baby here yet?'
Everyone shook their head in unison.
'Its only been four hours. Kaa-san said she was in labour with Onii-chan for almost twenty-four.' Maiko pondered.
'Always a pain in the butt, eh, Shu?'
Shuichi pouted, unable to think of anything to say in his defence.
And the hours ticked by.

***

Yuki sat in Shuichi's dressing room, waiting for the boy to finish his concert.
He was passing the time by playing with a hand held games console he had found lying around the room.
Suddenly, Kei burst into the room, his magnum loaded and ready to fire. 'Where is the little brat? I'll kill him.'
'Kei-san! Calm down,' a panicked (as per usual) Sakano attempted to get the American to put the gun away.
Yuki sweatdropped, and quickly hid the games console under a throw pillow on the couch he was sitting on, hoping no one would pay any attention to it.
Reasoning that the slightly scary American was talking about Shuichi, he asked; 'Whats he done now?'
Kei turned on Yuki, gun still in hand.
Yuki attempted to hide in the cushions.
'He's run off…in his stage outfit. Completely vanished. Boom.'
Hiro ran into the room. 'Ahhh, Kei-san, good. Shuichi says to tell you he's sorry, but he's had to dash to the hospital, because--'
Yuki snapped to attention, and quickly dashed out of the room, worried about Shuichi.
The blonde haired man managed to arrive at the hospital in record time.
"What could be wrong?" Ran through his mind. "What happened to Shuichi?"
He found the boy standing in the waiting room, looking uncomfortable and out of place.
He was wearing what you could call…well…slut-wear.
Yuki stared.
'YUKI! What are you doing here?' Shuichi threw himself at the man. 'You were worried about my imouto?'
"Imouto?"
'Huh? No…I thought you were…--' Yuki cut himself off, realising his mistake.
'WAI! Yuki was worried about me!' Shuichi proceeded to do a little dance.
Pissed off, Yuki dragged Shuichi away to a less public place.
'Uresai.' He muttered.
Shuichi looked at him with a bright expression but fell quiet.
'What happened?'
'Maiko got knocked off her bike by some jerk taxi driver and got kinda beaten up on the fall. She's broken her ankle and cracked some ribs.'
'Is that why you ran off?' Yuki asked suspiciously.
'Hai~.'
Yuki sighed a breath of relief. At least Shuichi wasn't hurt. He looked his lover up and down.
'Nice outfit, very... revealing,' he slid his long coat off his shoulders and put in around Shuichi's.
'Un. Its cool isn't it?'
'If you're a hooker.'
'Huh?'
'Nothing,' Yuki completed his task of doing up the buttons on the coat, successfully hiding Shuichi's outfit and pinning the boys arms firmly to his sides.
'Yuki…I can't move,' Shuichi wiggled.
'We'll have to get costume design to tone down your outfits a bit,' Yuki said possessively. 'Your manager is out for your blood by the way. I suppose you better get back.'
'Yuki…I can't move,' the boy repeated.
'Good,' He leaned towards Shuichi and their lips met in a kiss.

***

It had now been seven hours since Hiro's panicked call to Shuichi, and there was still no baby.
Hiro had resorted to pacing. Suguru and Maiko had both fallen asleep. Tatsuha had wandered off somewhere.
Shuichi sat, deep in thought, wondering how he was going to get Yuki's coat back to him, without seeing the man again.
He could give it to Tatsuha, but then he'd have to explain what really happened at the park, and for some strange reason he didn't want to.
He could leave it at work one day, and hope Seguchi-san picked it up or something.
No. He shook his head. It wouldn't do. He resolved that he would just have to return it himself.
He sighed and watched Hiro pace. It made him feel nervous. 'Hey, Hiro. Why don't you sit down?'
The man shook his head and continued his pacing. Shuichi rolled his eyes, it was unlike Hiro too lose his cool, but now that he had, it was rather funny.
They sat in silence for a while, the only sound was Hiro's footsteps on the floor.
Shuichi pondered leaving to complete his task of returning Yuki's coat. He watched Hiro a bit, noticing that his best friend hand taken to punch his hand with his other fist to calm his nerves. Maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea, Hiro might loose it again. There was a knock on the door of the waiting room, and a mousy looking nurse entered.
Shuichi recognised her as one of nurses who had been willing to give him his scrubs. She blushed when she looked at him, and looked to Hiro quickly.
'Anou. Nakano-san…you're wife is asking for you.' She bowed, 'And I'd just like to say congratulations.'
Hiro stopped his pacing and dashed out of the room, almost knocking the nurse over in his rush. She looked after him, startled.
'Ah, I'd like to apologize on Hiro's behalf. He's a bit highly strung. Are you okay?' Shuichi asked.
The nurse blushed a deep shade of red.
Shuichi almost gulped. Fans tended to be scary, he hoped the nurse wouldn't do anything that could be classified as "fangirlish".
'H-hai. Thank you Shindou-san,' she scampered out of the room.
Shuichi breathed a sigh of relief and decided to budge his sister and Suguru awake.
'Oiiiii.' He hissed.
'Get lost, Onii-chan,' Maiko snapped, waking up immediately. Suguru took a bit more coaxing.
'What is it?'
'The baby's here. Hiro just ran off.'

*

Shuichi walked back through the park on his way home.
Ayaka and Hiro had had a boy, deciding on the name Hijiri.
Maiko wouldn't leave the hospital because she was too busy fawning over the poor little thing and going all maternal, worrying Suguru.
Tatsuha had stayed behind with them, much to Shuichi's relief.
He would be able to stop at Yuki's the same night, and finish his "task" without having to stew on it.
He stopped outside the familiar apartment building and gathered some courage. He had no idea why he was so nervous. He looked down at himself, and realised he was still wearing the scrubs the nurses has given to him.
Damn. Maybe he should go home and change first.
He shook his head, and decided to just get it over with.
He entered the building.
'I haven't been in here for two years,' he mused to himself, making his way to Yuki's apartment.
Hesitantly he knocked on the door. There was no response for a while, and Shuichi realised how late it was. Maybe Yuki was asleep?
Oh, he would just come back tomorrow then.
There was the sound of locks clicking undone and Shuichi froze as the door opened.
He came face to face with Yuki for the second time that day. The other man's golden eyes widened.
'What are you doing here?' he demanded.
'I--I-I cam to return your coat. Thank you for lending it to me,' Shuichi held the coat out for Yuki to take.
The taller man opened the door wider and stepped back.
'You realise what time it is, ne?' He asked, yawning.
'Er--hai. Gomen ne,' Shuichi bowed, still holding out the coat.
'Come in,' Yuki requested.
Shuichi looked up in shock. 'I-'
But Yuki had vanished inside the apartment. Shuichi sighed and hesitantly entered the familiar space, slipping off his shoes. 'I only came to return your coat,' he avoided adding Yuki's name to the end of his statement for some reason. It was all too familiar.
'And I'm making you tea to thank you for returning it so quickly,' Yuki exited from his kitchen, handed Shuichi a cup and took the coat off the man. 'You can sit down.'
Shuichi felt so uncomfortable. Nothing had changed since he had last been here, leaving the apartment for what he had thought was the last time. Obviously, fate had other ideas.
The two man sat in silence as they drunk their tea.
'Well…I bet be going,' Shuichi set down the half finished cup on the coffee table and stood.
'Fine.' Yuki stood with him, intending to show Shuichi out.
'Thanks for the tea…' Shuichi just stood there, unable to move. He wanted to touch Yuki, to feel his skin…to kiss him again.
"I miss you," he thought.
And he wasn't quite sure what happened, who moved first, but Shuichi found himself embraced by the arms he had been so desperate to have round him, and was embracing back.
He stopped himself from whispering the other man's name.
"Are you going to hurt me again, Yuki? Whats happening?"
They were in the bedroom, Shuichi's shirt had been discarded as had Yuki's. Everything went by so fast, Shuichi barely had time to register anything.
Yuki pushed him back onto the familiar bed. Shuichi looked up at the man, masking his emotions as best as he could.
"I won't let you hurt me again." Yuki straddled Shuichi and their lips met in another kiss…

To Be Continued…