Gravitation-Yami no Matsuei Crossover

A/N: Hello readers!! Announcement: Since you, my readers are eager enough to read my crossover, and due to irresistible temptation to put in limes and lemons… (Yey!!! I know what they mean now!!! ^_^) and due to the boredom in my bedroom which I was confined in after I um… did something… Anyway, before I get carried away, I would like to thank those who approved of this as something interesting to be read… ( I hope) and nice… ^.^ well… I can't really say anything else but… ENJOY!!!

Warning: Major Cliffhangers… ^o^ Nasty me…. XD

Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this? We all know that this isn't mine… And in the first place if it were mine, would I be writing this anyway? ^.^ Just a thought. Anyway, Yami no Matsuei, and Gravitation are not mine… Thank you, as always… hope you enjoy… ^.^

Yours truly… (and insanely)

Aki Konoe/ devil-angel-asuka

(FOR THE NTH TIME: I AM NOT KONOE KACHOU'S RELATIVE… I GOT MY NAME FROM A CERTAIN GATEKEEPER… AND A CERTAIN SHORT-HAIRED GIRL IN BOYS BE. THANK YOU.)

'Till death tear us apart

Prologue: Answer the Phone

Sigh.

An uneasy outtake of breath, frustration and stress mingling with the sound, echoing through the now-still room… The blond who was sitting in his desk in a rather uncomfortable manner looked up from the laptop he had been typing into for about---what? 3 hours?--- and placed his eyes upon the door.

Sigh.

He had been doing that same rhythmic gesture, that same sigh, that same looking-up-from-the-laptop-and-onto-the-door and he wasn't even aware that the light overhead had been blinking on-off, on-off, every few minutes.

Sigh.

If anyone was in that room besides him, that person would've stood up, walked up to him, and slapped him on the face, alternating the palm and the outer hand with enough force for each cheek to glow red and to snap him out of his daze. If that person was not in his right state of mind… But if he were, he wouldn't even plan on it.

Sigh.

Another glance… then tap, tap, tap… the sound of the keyboard being stricken by the graceful fingers, fast and expertly gliding over the keys, the blond's eyes on the glowing screen, the familiar characters forming to make the words and to finfish, yet another famous story…

Pause.

And for the nth time, he sighed… looked at the door wistfully and then after a while, proceeded to his work. He remembered the silly argument he had with the pink-haired boy a few days ago… Okay, 15 days ago. Pause.

Sigh-Door-Laptop.

The same ritual… Eiri Yuki, as he was called, had a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach; therefore he was not feeling well. There was something really wrong. He recalled the above mentioned argument, and sighed, yet again… He winced. It wasn't normal to see the writer to react like this… But who had seen him like this? (Just me I guess… Oh okay, so maybe not just me… So sue me!)

Shuichi cares for him too much, and loves him just the same. He hates seeing Yuki not getting any rest or sleep from his work. This was a little matter to Yuki, but it was a big matter for Shuichi, and so, it led to an argument… While Yuki tried to keep his voice toned down, Shuichi had screamed it out loud when Yuki said "What do you care about me?!" That was a mistake, and he knows it. "Because I love you, is that too hard to understand?!"

Okay, enough flashbacks.

The house was a lonely one, well, at least, before the hyperactive, pink-haired vocalist came to visit him after Yuki had stated that the lyrics of his song was… "No talent," the boy was in no state of forgiving him after that and he marched his way to Yuki's house, resulting to Yuki using him as an excuse from his sister… Funny though, after that, everything went… Smooth… (Okay so maybe its not the best word to describe it, but what the hey?) And things became lighter than usual with him around… Now, Shindou Shuichi had settled under the same roof with Yuki.

Another sigh. But this time, instead of looking at the door, he finally decided that he should get out of the room, and out of the house to let his mind ease a little. He stood up, switched the laptop to shutdown after saving his work, and as he turned off the light switch of the room, he mentally reminded himself to change the bulb… He descended the stairs, and when he reached the living room, he plopped himself on the black sofa and closed his eyes. Opening the TV to distract him was no use, because he might just see Shuichi again… and that would make the feeling in his stomach worse.

He was going crazy… At least, that's what he thinks. After a year of living with the boy, he never thought he'd long for anybody's company… nor did thought of caring for anybody… maybe for his siblings, of course, but… a lover?

It's been 15 days, and he is so missing Shuichi. Yes. He misses him.

"Well, duh, it's a music video, you idiot…" Yuki grumbled to himself. "And the trailer breaking down with no mechanic in your midst… Sigh…"

He decided that he should really go out of the house and maybe smoke a bit… besides, Shuichi was not around to make his conscience guilty.

Somehow, somewhere, Shuichi's voice sang out to him as he took off the coat that was hanging at the foot of the sofa, he had left it there 3 nights ago, meaning he hasn't done his laundry because of his sleepless nights and work.

"Ne, Yuki… You know those could kill you. You're poisoning yourself deliberately to make me cry, aren't you?"

And Yuki would just reply in a less cold voice w a slight smile on his face.

"It's my body… And my lungs…"

"I don't want you to die, do I?"

"I dunno… I think you're only in love with my body…" And an evil smile would cross Yuki's face as he puts the stick in between his lips.

"Yuki! Stop that! You know that's not true!"

And he would have to surrender the whole packet as a huge puppy topples him over and sits on top of his back, pinning him to the floor, until he has to shout "TRUCE!"

He reaches the street outside and smiles as he remembers all of it… The cool soft afternoon breeze brushing through his hair… And he loves it.

He was almost going prop the cigarette in his mouth when he stopped midway on a thought. Surely he did not want to hurt Shuichi and make him grief when he dies… he loved the boy too much…

After a while of walking aimlessly, his cellular phone rang.

Shuichi's number blinking on the screen, he smiles and presses a button.

"Hello?"

"Yuki!" Came Shuichi's voice. "Help me!"

…to be continued…

A/N: Ha! I'm nasty!!! Wehehehe! Till then!!! I'll continue if you beg for it… ^_^ Nasty me…!!!

Waahahahahahaha!