Author note: Alright. This chapter is actually pretty boring. Unless you like mushy stuff. x3 Sorry sorry. I'll get a better chapter out next. I hope you enjoy this one. Thank you to all those who reviewed, I really appreciate it! Oh! And sorry for being a day or so late! Gomen!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. I wish I did though. T T; If I did I would not be wasting my life on this computer.

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Forever with you

Shuichi sat quietly on his bed, those sheets curling around his body. It had been two days since he met Yuki again. Why'd he have to come back? Why'd he have to hurt him like that? The singer dropped his face into his hands, choking back his tears. He had left as soon as Yuki departed with the others, Hiro screaming as the novelist walked off. Shuichi brushed back a strand of hair as he sighed gently, leaning his head backwards to stare at the bleached white ceiling above.

After ten minutes of convincing himself he needed to get out of bed, Shuichi swung his legs over the side and stood up, wincing. He stretched his arms and glanced to the alarm clock. 10:30 am. He had nothing to do today, how fun. Rolling his eyes slightly, the twenty-one year old stepped into the hallway of his apartment, tiredly moving to his kitchen. After grabbing himself a cold glass of milk and some cereal to munch on he turned on his heel and took a seat to his dinning room table.

The young singer stretched once more after completing his meal roughly five minutes later. Shuichi brought his dishes back to the sink, washing them quietly. It was always this quiet in his apartment. As many times as Hiro and his other friends came over to visit, it would never be the same as it use to be. He use to always have someone to come home to, someone to tell his day about. But now it was so different… he was alone. Of course he still had his friends, but no one to love like when he had Yuki. Shuichi averted his violet orbs to the steak knives set up neatly in their holders. His hand reached out towards them, pulling out a long thin one. The light gleamed off the metal, making the singer stare in awe at the beauty.

His body leaned back against the wall, setting the knife to the skin on his wrist before he blinked and shook his head, quickly dropping the knife onto the counter top once again. What the hell was he doing? He had to be going crazy. Shuichi gave a hard long sigh, amazed he even thought of such an act to set upon himself. The phone rang and Shuichi nearly screamed at the sounded sound echoing throughout his apartment. A shaky hand quickly grabbed it and picked it up.

"Hello?" He said softly, not knowing who would be calling him in the morning.

"Shuichi?" Hiro replied, a slight worry in his voice.

Shuichi sighed and leaned back against the wall, sliding down to his butt. He was relieved it was Hiro yet at the same time wishing he could have gone back to sleep.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Just wanted to know what you were doing today. You alright? You seem tired. Is it about the other day?"

Shuichi winced slightly as the memories of two days ago. A frown crossed his lips as he shook his head, thinking Hiro would see it.

"No, it's not about that, just a little bored I guess." He knew in his mind that it was what he saw… Yuki… with a wife and daughter? It was impossible. His hand brushed over his own cheek, wiping away the warm tears that had formed.

"Do you need anything?" Hiro said with a worried tone to his voice.

Shuichi smiled gently to the concern of his friend, knowing that Hiro would always be there for him.

"No thanks, Hiro. I'm fine. I'll call you if I need anything. Thanks." Shuichi turned off the phone after hearing his friend say goodbye.

Setting the phone back down on the counter he stood up and walked into the living room, staring at the blank T.V. His violet eyes turned to gaze out into the large window, overlooking the city. A gentle smile crossed over his lips as he jumped, the phone ringing again loudly. Was everyone trying to give him a heart attack today?

Shuichi ran into the kitchen, snatching up the phone and clicking it on. He became quiet as he quietly gaped at who had called, his fingertips digging into the countertop.

"Yuki?" He said quietly, those violet eyes clenching shut at the sound of his ex lover.

"Listen brat, let's meet up somewhere." Yuki responded quickly, yet softly.

The young singer winced at how gentle the words sounded, his eyes trailing down the cabinet to the ground.

"Why? Where?"

"I need to talk to you. Can I just go to your place?" Yuki said quietly, as if he was trying to avoid someone hearing them.

"Yeah… sure… How about 5? I have work later on…" Shuichi nodded to himself, hearing Yuki give him an agreement. He hung up on the author, slowly walking back into the living room.

He fell backwards onto his couch, sighing softly and staring at the ceiling above. Why the hell would Yuki call him? And how did he know his number? He growled softly to himself and rolling onto his side. It had to of been Tohma. The singer wasn't quite sure if he was happy or pissed about Yuki knowing his number, but he knew Yuki was coming at five o'clock, and he had to be ready to see him again. His eyes fell closed as a soft yawn made its way past his lips, pulling a blanket over his head.

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Cold, golden eyes stared out ahead onto the road, pressing a foot against the pedal slightly harder. Yuki growled quietly, pissed at himself for making this arrangement with the singer. He lifted his hand and stared at the small piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. Tohma had given him Shuichi's number and address earlier that day so Yuki could meet up with his ex lover. Yuki glanced to the clock, raising an eyebrow slightly to the time. It was already 5:10. He was late on their 'date.' Smirking to himself at the thought of it being a date, he hit the gas once more, continuing to pick up speed as he zipped towards the singers home.

Arriving at the complex around 5 minutes later, Yuki stared at the rather large apartment building. He was rather amazed at how nice the place actually was. Stepping out of his car once parking it on the curb, he straightened out his midnight black suit. Slowly making his way into the building, he pressed the button to the elevator, quietly waiting for it to pick him up.

At least three minutes later Yuki made his way down the 10th floor hallway, scanning over each door to find the apartment door that read 312. He paused and fully turned toward the numbered door, those golden eyes running over the smooth metal frame of it. Taking in a deep breath he sighed and knocked loudly on the door, listening for any noise to come from inside.

He heard Shuichi scream and he blinked, knocking on the door again. Once hearing the singer run to the door he frowned, listening to Shuichi fumble with the lock. He stepped back gently as the door flung open, his golden hues glancing towards the other. Yuki raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing over the boy again. The author frowned softly and looked past the other into the apartment. He didn't like seeing Shuichi like this. The boy looked so broken, so depressed. All because of him…

"Yuki…" Shuichi said softly, watching Yuki look into his apartment. What was wrong with him? Did he really hate him so much that he couldn't look at him. Shuichi bit his bottom lip, his darkened eyes moving towards the ground.

He heard Yuki gasp slightly as he threw his arms around the author quickly, hugging him as tight as possible. Shuichi needed to hold Yuki again, it had been so long and he missed being so close to the other.

Yuki reached down his hand, quietly stroking his velvet soft fingertips through those strawberry lochs. He sighed and pulled the boy closer, holding the slim body to his body.

"Yuki…" Shuichi mumbled while hiding his face against Yuki's chest. The singer pulled back slowly, his eyes locked on the ground. Why did he have to hug him? It was a stupid mistake. He cursed at himself for doing it, clenching his hands at this side.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" The author smirked deeply, his fingertips sliding across Shuichi's velvet soft cheeks.

"H… hai…" Shuichi nodded gently and pulled slowly away from Yuki's fingers, turning on his heel to allow the other inside.

The author smirked softly and walked past the singer, brushing against him. His eyes scanned the apartment, amazed at the size of it. Frowning gently, he stepped up to the couch, taking a seat on it and pulling out his box of cigarettes.

Shuichi eyed the author quietly before walking up in front of him, taking a seat on the couch. His eyes glanced to the box of cigarettes before sighing in relief.

"Can I have one? I need one." Shuichi said, getting a surprised look from Yuki.

"You smoke? Damn." He shook his head in shock, holding out a cancer stick to his ex lover. He watched the other place it gently between his lips, reaching out onto his table to grab his lighter. Yuki blinked, wondering how he didn't notice the lighter there earlier. Leaning back into the couch he lit up his own cigarette, taking in a long relaxing drag.

Shuichi did the same, inhaling the deadly smoke into his lungs. He smiled and slowly let the smoke pour from his mouth, holding the cigarette between his two fingers.

After a while of an awkward silence, Shuichi stood up and put the cigarette out on an old gum wrapper on the table. His eyes focused on Yuki before pivoting on his heel and walking towards the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" Shuichi said, tugging open the door of the fridge. He blinked and rummaged through the food and drinks inside, waiting for Yuki to answer.

Yuki smirked and moved up behind Shuichi in a quiet shift motion. His strong arms wrapped around the younger boys waist, pulling him back close to his body.

"Y… Yuki!" Shuichi whined slightly, his face turning beat red. "What about your girlfriend!"

The author closed his eyes, ignoring Shuichi as his lips brushed down the singer's neck. A gentle moan escaped as his fingertips playfully tugged on the lining of Shuichi's pants. He heard the other groan as the authors hand dropped down past the mans boxers. Cold fingertips wrapped tightly around the singer's length, leading to Shuichi moaning out Yuki's name.

Shuichi shook his head and blushed madly, leaning into Yuki's body and touch. He adored being held this way; no one had done so for so long. Violet orbs closed as he held onto Yuki's arm, moving his hips to allow his length to slide in and out of the author's hand.

Yuki smirked and tugged away, turning away. A few blonde lochs brushed over his eyes as he walked towards the apartment door.

"You still have feelings for me, brat." He said and stopped at the door, leaning against the door frame once the door opened.

Shuichi blushed and stared straight at the ground, his hands clenching at his sides.

Yuki stared at the man he once loved, giving off a slight frown before turning his head to look out into the hallway of the tenth floor in the apartment. Sliding a hand into his pocket he turned and walked out of Shuichi's apartment, heading towards the elevator.

Shuichi gasped and ran to his door, watching Yuki retreat into the hallway.

"Yuki…" The singer clenched his teeth, staring at the ground quietly.

The author stopped and turned towards the singer, the elevator doors opening behind him. He smirked gently, leaning his head to the side.

"Brat, get over me." Yuki said and retreated into the elevator. Shuichi stared at the metal doors before running into his apartment, slamming the door shut as warm tears flowed freely from his eyes.

He took in a deep breath, attempting to calm himself but failing miserably. His eyes caught a glimpse of the knife he had taken out earlier, staring at its morbid beauty. Stepping into the kitchen he picked up and held it in front of his face, staring at himself in the reflection. He quickly held out his wrist and in one swift motion dropped the blade to the delicate skin and sliced it.

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Okay! Sorry about the place I chose to end, but really need to get this up, PLUS I'm suffering from a HORRIBLE writers block. I'll have the next chappie out as soon as possible. Please review! Wow... this chapter is short. Gomen!! I'll try to get them longer! XX; Must kill my writers block first. Kyaah.