Disclaimers: Gravitation still does not belong to me.

Notes: Um…it might be a while between updates this month, since I'm in that Nanowrimo thing, but I'll try my hardest to squeeze some time in for this fanfic, too. ^_^

I'm starting this chapter off differently! ^_^ Shuichi's point of view again.

~*The Bible of Kumagoro—Getting Closer to Your God*~

            I yawned as I sat on the couch, watching TV. I'd been watching TV since I'd woke up that morning, and I was starting to get very bored with it. There was nothing to do, really. Yuki had locked himself back in his office so I was stuck entertaining myself. Nothing was really on TV around this time, and I'd played Tetris until my head hurt. Therefore, I was stuck watching what had to be the worst TV show of the century. Hey, it had to be better than infomercials, at least.

            I quickly decided maybe it WASN'T better than infomercials and crossed the room to shut it off. I needed to get off of that couch sometime! I walked over to the large window and peered outside, staring at nothing in particular. The sun was setting, turning the sky millions of soft, beautiful colors. It was pretty, but not the most entertaining of things to watch. Although it did keep me entertained for a while. However, as the sky turned a deep blue and the sun disappeared there was nothing left to watch, minus the city lights.

            I sighed and placed my hands against the cool glass gently, knowing Yuki would kill me if he saw me. He didn't like it when I smudged up his windows, and he normally forced me to wash them for him afterwards. Yuki'd spent more time in his office than normal since dinner the other day. I knew I should have kept my big mouth shut. I probably pissed him off or something, why else would he be avoiding me like this?

            I jumped as I felt Yuki's arms wrap around me gently. Damn, I should have known I'd get caught.

            "I thought I told you not to do that," he stated harshly and I removed my fingers from the window, glad there were no marks. I didn't want to make Yuki any madder than he already was. He nodded and let go of me before I could say anything, turning to leave. I turned around as well, and watched as he dropped something on the table before continuing to his office again.

            Curious I ran over to see what it was quietly, picking it up and looking up at Yuki as I turned it over subconsciously so that I could see the front. "I thought you might like that," Yuki offered quietly, not looking back at me before opening his office door and disappearing again, shutting the door quietly behind him.

            As soon as the door was closed behind him I sat back down on the couch, examining my little present. It was a little picture, not any bigger than a small book. It was quite well done, surprisingly. Yuki'd never told me he could draw. I learned something new about him every day, it seemed.

            I smiled as I realized what it was off. It was a picture of me, sitting with my legs spread slightly, elbows resting on them as my hands hung between them in a relaxed fashion. I was smiling slightly, hair swaying slightly with an obviously small breeze. Small wings were folded to my sides, brilliantly white against the dark bricks behind me and the dark shading used on everything else. Only the lightest shading was visible on them, making them prominent in the picture.

            "Yuki." I set the picture down on the edge of the table and stood up again, walking over to Yuki's office. I turned the door handle slowly, glad that he hadn't locked it. I peered inside cautiously, catching sight of Yuki writing. He didn't look any different than he did every other day, which was a bit of a relief to me. For some reason I kept on thinking he was doing something really secret in here that I wasn't supposed to know abo…oh. Well that explained a lot.

            I made my way into his office as quietly as I could manage, which must have been quiet enough since he obviously didn't hear me. When I was trying to sneak in was the only time I was glad his office was so big. "Thank you," I offered as I wrapped arms around his neck gently. He jumped at the contact, standing up and turning to glare at me almost immediately.

            "What the hell are you doing in here?" I blinked a couple times as Yuki continued to glare at me. I could have sworn he was blushing. I smiled and shrugged.

            "You never gave me a chance to say thank you for the wonderful present," I offered happily. Yuki swore and sat back down, returning to his writing. I sighed and sat down next to him, watching him as he worked. It wasn't any more entertaining than watching that TV show, but as long as Yuki was around I was content.

            "What are you still doing here?" he demanded after a while, glaring at me.

            "Watching you work. I'm bored so I might as well." He sighed and went back to his typing, ignoring me. That was okay; I wasn't expecting him to acknowledge my presence any. However, there was still something that was bothering me. "Yuki?" he didn't so much as glance over to show that he'd heard me. "Are you mad at me?" I finished softly, leaning my head against his arm; my chair was so much lower than his.

            I heard the clicking of the keys stop and the sound of his laptop working before it was silent. It stayed that way for a long while, and it wasn't a good silence. It was one of those uncomfortable silences, when you're afraid of what will happen when someone speaks again.

            "I gave you a present, didn't I?" I smiled slightly and nodded, wrapping my arms around his. "No, I'm not mad," he offered after another silence, considerably shorter than the other one. "Why'd you think that?" I shrugged and let go of him, sitting up. I kept my hands over his, however

            "You've been avoiding me lately. I thought you were mad at me about the other day…" He sighed and ran fingers through his beautiful blonde hair.

            "I've been thinking." I nodded and stood up again, walking to the back of his chair and wrapping arms back around his neck.

            "You…don't really mind me being here, do you?" He shook his head and went back to typing. We stayed like that for a while, me reading over his shoulder while he worked, kissing the top of his head every so often. His typing was slower than normal, but I guessed it was just because he was having troubles writing. He has his occasional case of writers block, after all.

            After a couple minutes he stopped typing and buried his face in his hands, not making a sound. Immediately I let go of him and moved to sit in front of him, squeezing between his chair and writing desk (and also underneath him, seeing as he was leaning on his desk).

            "What's wrong, Yuki?" I asked softly, reaching a hand up to rest on his shoulder, my other hand resting on his knee. "I'm sorry if I did anything wrong." Yuki shook his head again and sat back up, sighing and staring at the screen blankly. His breathing was considerably heavier, but he showed no outward signs of it.

            "Shuichi, leave," he demanded softly, pointing to the door. I couldn't help the pang of guilt and rejection I felt at that moment, but I smiled anyway. I wanted to help Yuki, but I'd only make things worse if I stayed there, I understood. I wasn't helping him at all.

            "Okay. I'll…see you later then," I offered softly, making my way across the room slowly. As I shut the door behind me I leaned against it and sighed. Pushing myself away from the door I walked back to the couch, lying down and burying my face in my pillow. He was mad at me, I could tell. He didn't have to lie to make me feel better; he should know that by now. Why couldn't he have just told me to leave from the beginning? It would have been easier.

            I reached over and picked up the picture he'd drawn for me from the edge of the table, flipping over onto my back. He said he'd just been thinking, but what in the world could have him so stressed out? He was up before me and asleep after me, I hardly ever got to see him anymore. I didn't care if he said it anymore, I just wanted to be able to see him every once in a while. I didn't know he'd disappear from me like this just over that. If I would have, I would have kept my big mouth shut and never said a word about it.

            It had to have been a half hour later when I heard Yuki's office door open and close. I sat up almost immediately, staring at Yuki as he stood in front of his office door, staring back at me. "I'm not mad at you," he stated firmly, as if reading my thoughts from earlier, crossing the room to sit down next to me on the couch. I sat up quickly so he could sit comfortably. "I'm not, okay," he stated again, and I nodded, not looking up at him.

            "Okay…"

            "It's just…I've been thinking about a lot of things. About…things I can't do, and the things you do for me. And the things I want to be able to say, and the things I want to be able to do for you. How can you be happy like this?" I smiled and crawled over to where Yuki was sitting, burying my head under his arm so that he wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

            "I'm happy because I know, even if you don't say and do the things I dream about, I know that some part of you wants to. You're willing to stay here with me, despite all my bad points, right? Well, I'm willing to do the same for you. You may complain about my bad points all the time, but they're who I am. If I were so annoying you'd tell me, right? You wouldn't let me stay here." Yuki nodded and I felt his arm tighten around me. "Well, I'm willing to live with you despite the fact that you don't tell me anything on how you feel, or treat me like royalty. I'm here because I like the rest of you, and I know you must like at least a part of me, or I wouldn't still be living here." I finished softly, hoping Yuki wouldn't get mad at me for assuming he liked me. You could never really tell with Yuki, sometimes.

            "I…" I blinked as Yuki hugged me tightly, burying his face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around him gently and we stayed like that for a while. I could feel Yuki's breath against my skin, and the wetness dampening my neck slowly. I kept my mouth shut and just enjoyed the moment. I hated seeing Yuki cry, but it felt wonderful to know that he needed me. That's why I'd wanted to hear it. I wanted to know for sure that he needed me as much as I needed him. I could hope, guess, and dream as much as I wanted, but I could never be sure. He was always so silent about it. "I don't think you're horribly annoying. Maybe sometimes, but…it's too quiet around here without you being annoying like that. I'm sorry I can't be what you want, really sorry. It seems like I'm the only person getting everything I want out of this…" I shook my head and held him tighter.

            "No no no. I enjoy every day here, really I do. I would never trade it for anything."

            "Not even if it meant I'd tell you how I felt?" I shook my head again and smiled.

            "Not even if you told me you love me until you couldn't breath anymore. I want to be able to come home to this house forever."

            "Me too." I smiled and lay back down, dragging Yuki to lie down on top of me, pulling as much of the blanket as I could over us, still holding him.

            "Stay here with me," I practically begged and he didn't make any sort movement otherwise.

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YIPPIE! I finally got this chapter done! Dialogue is my killer. Okay, I don't really know where I got the idea to have Yuki draw him a picture, but I decided it was an idea I didn't want to trash. I want as much of this to be original as possible, and if by some strange coincidence I DID steal that idea from a fanfic, sorry! Okay! So I'll be slow with updates for a while, but I'll seriously try. Too many ideas at once.

PLEASE review! It's really motivational for me!