disclaimer: Gravitation, and the Gravitation characters, are not mine. They belong to Maki Murakami. Except Naomi and Damien and Shawn, they are mine.

My Wish chapter three: Cafe

Chaos. Complete and utter chaos. Suguru was actually standing on the table, flapping his arms like a chicken and yelling for peace. Hiro was pushing the crowd back, or trying to. He had resorted to pushing chairs in front of Shuichi so that they couldn't reach the boy.

Shuichi's wide violet eyes stared up at Tohma, one would only have to look at a TV screen to see the singer's eyes. His mouth formed the question "why?", a question only the president of NG could hear. Fingers came up to clench Tohma's vest as Tohma gently began pushing Shuichi towards the back door and away from the press.

"Unbelievable."

Eyes looked over to a man sitting across from him. "That's all you have to say?" he asked as the man raised his fist and struck the table to get the waiter's attention so that they might order. All eyes were currently still on the TV and the man rapped harder.

"Why should I care?" the man asked as he finally caught the attention of one of the people who started to walk over. "I haven't seen him for years." A breif pause in which they ordered their lunch. "Besides, he isn't what I came for."

Hiro finally walked into the hall, his eyes immediately catching the form of the young man standing before the window. Shuichi was standing with his back to him, his eyes focused on something outside. His arms were crossed over his chest, fingers picking at the cloth on his sleeve.

Hiro stopped outside the door he had stepped out of. He hadn't been expecting Shuichi to still be here. Well, he expected him to be here, but not here, up in the hall instead of down in the lounge.

Shuichi's head had tilted slightly to the side, an indication that he knew his friend was there. He still didn't turn around. Hiro took a step forward.

"Hiro, could you do something?" The voice was so soft Hiro almost didn't hear it.

"What is it?"

"Could you stay where you are?" Hiro stopped and sighed as he leaned wearily against the wall. He ran a hand through his hair, fingers combing through the strands before his arm dropped to the side.

"Shuichi, please, tell me what's going on. I don't know what to think anymore. You're not acting like yourself," Hiro explained as Shuichi finally turned to look at him. Their eyes met.

"I don't know how to act." Shuichi was silent for a moment. "My whole life just fell apart, Hiro. I don't know anything anymore. I don't know what's going to happen next, and that scares me more than anything."

"It isn't the end of the world, Shuichi!" Hiro exclaimed violently hitting the wall with his fist. "It's not like-"

"What? Not like I'm going to die?" Shuichi asked softly, almost coldly.

Hiro stepped back, eyes wide. "You're not..."

Shuichi stepped away from the window and walked toward the guitarist. "It's not the same as the one my father had, Hiro. It's different. I wouldn't survive surgury like he did. And he ended up going into relapse anyways. He wasn't that strong. I'm not that strong." He was beside Hiro when he stopped.

"I don't know how to act anymore. I'm going away now." Hiro's eyes turned sharply to him. "And do us both a favor, Hiro." Shuichi's own eyes turned to him. "Don't come after me." And Shuichi was gone out the door across the hall, disappearing from Hiro's life, and from his old life.
Naomi walked down the street towards one of the bookstores. It was one her mother had worked at for awhile when she was back in college, and now they were happy to supply a job for the daughter.

"I'm here," she called as she stepped into the back, dressed up in her maroon uniform.

"Oh, there you are!" the manager said as he hurried towards her. Naomi blinked in her confusion.

"What do you mean? I'm five minutes early."

"Don't worry. He's always like this," her coworker said as she pulled a cart out that someone plushed to her. "I'll show you around."

Thirty minutes later Naomi found herself shelving her own set of books when two girls walked up to her. They were giggling.

"Do you know Yuki Eiri?" one asked as they stared down at her. She hated being so short.

"Uh...no." The girls shared a look.

"You are a Shindou, are you not? As in related to the singer Shindou Shuichi?"

"Yes," Naomi responded, smiling at them somewhat cheerfully, all the while weary as to who they were.

"But you don't know Yuki?"

Naomi shelved another book before standing up and turning to them irritably. "I already said no. And what does he have to do with Shuichi?" she snapped at them.

Another exchange of glances before Suzuki came and gently pulled her away. "Is there something you are looking for?" Suzuki asked as she pointed at a table in the cafe for her friend to sit.

The girls shook their heads and giggled. "No, thank you anyway." They cast a look at Naomi before heading off in another direction.

"Who's Yuki Eiri?" Naomi demanded as soon as Suzuki sat down across from her.

"Who wants to know?" They both looked over to see another woman sitting at a table not to far away.

At Naomi's stony glare, the woman sighed as she put down a thick pile of papers and reached for her coffee. "I'm Mizuki, his editor. He's an author. Hard to believe someone who lives in Japan doesn't know who he and Shuichi is."

"I know who Shuichi is," Naomi said, flipping her hair over her shoulder angrily. "He's my brother. Now who is Yuki to him?"

A look of shock passed over Mizuki's face before she smiled and turned to fully face the two girls. "You want to know who he is?"
Shuichi was walking out in the park again, deciding to wonder around instead of bothering his sister. Really it wasn't a good idea to go over there.

He found himself in the park often. Usually at the same place he had met Eiri for the first time. He was humming another tune. His song in his head just would not make any sense. Not like he'd be able to sing it if it ever did.

He walked right on past the bench this time and stopped instead in the same exact place Eiri had picked up his lyrics and read them. He looked around him.

It was so quiet out, and so cold, even with his jacket. He was coughing again. He could still hear Hiro call out his name as he left. He could still see Tohma's eyes as they looked up to where he was from his place in the crowd of reporters. And he was feeling dizzy again.

Shuichi didn't see the figure, or hear the footsteps, but the voice cut through his thoughts. An achingly familiar voice.

"Shuichi?"

Shuichi looked up slowly, everything in his eyes a blur as the world just kept spinning and spinning around.

"Eiri?" It was more like breath that had been let out instead of him speaking. And then he collapsed.
Let's just say Shuichi has something from his father that doesn't allow chemo to work. It would do more harm than good. (And I don't want to see a bald Shuichi. His hair is just to precious.)

Golden Wings- Sorry. Eiri's not in this chapter.
Kitty in the Box- I love angst! Poor poor Eiri Yuki. To have authors out there who would put him through all forms of pain.
Hikaru Itsuko- I TRIED to hate Tohma, but I just can't. He just looks too much like Quatre Winner from Gundam Wing. And supposedly they both had the same voice actor.
CuteMooglez- Will he become a caring lover? Is that even possible? ...well, yeah I guess it is. But in this story? shrug Who knows (besides me that is?
Bishie Lovers 'R' Us- Interesting name. Cute. I didn't want to give Shuichi cancer. But I felt like a had to do it. Teach Eiri a lesson in true pain.
Akina Tsukana- Will Shuichi die? Or will he miraculously live? Does Shuichi seem to be running away a lot?