We're back! With a vengeance! And muffins! And 4 reviews! Do you have ANY idea how pathetic 4 reviews is! perfectionist

Hey, at least we got some reviews. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

Good point…anyway, we've finished chapter two! No thanks to her...

…Eh! What does that mean! I've done plenty, in fact, I've done…more than plenty!

Only because I forced you! You are the biggest procrastinator I know!

Well, you're the biggest workaholic I know, you slave driver!

Without me here we'd never get anything done and you know it!

Without me, we'd…er, we'd…well, I'm not sure what would happen without me, but I know you'd certainly be bored as hell on your own. Grin

…sigh Good point. Anyway, I have to warn you, when we wrote this chapter I was high on muffins, soda, and custard, so it may be a bit strange…

Yeah, and I'm just an all around crack-head. So, yeah.

Oh! And a little update on the guessing on who we are contest thing.

Yes. We can be any OC in here, so don't limit yourself. Also, it would be best to answer at the end of the fic, when all the characters are out. And please, please, please, answer in an e-mail. I don't give a damn if you are lazy, we could get deleted if you answer in a review. I've seen it happen.

(Not like anyone would miss us. Sigh.)

Disclaimer: We don't own Gravitation. We do own, however, some muffins and a DDR mat.

(P.S.: If you don't have an account on here's my e-mail for the contest or whatever: hope you enjoy this chapter, and we'll see you in chapter 3!)

Clicking her chopsticks together, Shibby eyed Shuichi's rice hungrily. "Mmn, gonna eat that rice?" Her lips pulled back to reveal her teeth in a wolfish grin.

"E-Eh…n-no, that's alright," He said, laughing nervously, and almost lost his hand as Shibby all but tore into the tasty white grains. "…you know, you guys really aren't that evil after all."

"That's because you haven't made us angry yet," Akari said matter-of-factly as she reached to steal some of Shibby's lo mein. "Of course, you're so adorable, we'd never think of harming you," she added.

"I-I see…" Shuichi replied weakly, adding another feeble laugh. Shibby looked up abruptly from the now empty rice-bowl, a few white specks sticking to her chin and the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, Shuichi, after dinner, wanna play DDR?"

"Ah! You have DDR! I love that game!" The vocalist cried, his previous trepidation gone and replaced with his trademark hyperness.

Akari sighed. "You do that. I'm getting some green tea and curling up with a good book," she said, getting up to go boil the water. "Try not to break anything this time Shibby, I can't afford to replace another vase," she called as she headed into the kitchen.

"Fine!" Shibby called back scuttling towards the TV room. "I have to warn you, pinky, I'm on Heavy mode." She smirked, but it faultered upon seeing the purely devious look in Shuichi's eyes.

"And I've never lost," He said, grinning smugly, "so don't get your hopes up, onigiri-chan."

Shibby's eyes flashed.

"It's on."

Akari sighed happily as she began to sit down in her favorite chair with Get Backers. She soon flinched as a scream and crash was heard in the other room, followed by Shibby's voice screaming. "SHUICHI DID IT!" Akari groaned and rubbed her temples. "Get over it…it'll all be over so-" she was cut off by another crash.

Meanwhile!

Yuki shut his eyes at the frantic scream of Sakano on the other end of the phone. "HE'S BEEN WHAT!"

Yuki pinched the bridge of his nose. "Kidnapped."

Sakano screamed, "BY WHO!"

Yuki finally lost it. "IF I KNEW I WOULDN'T BE SITTING ON MY ASS DEALING WITH YOU!" he screamed. He heard a sob and the phone being handed to someone else. He got a sense of dread but ignored it.

"Oh, Yuki-san!" A smooth, somewhat boyish voice hummed over the line, "What's this I hear about our precious vocalist being kidnapped?"

Yuki mentally kicked himself for ever calling. "He went shopping and some crazy bitch picked him up. They're asking for 10 million dollars in a giftcard to Border's at the Black Bear café by 6:03."

"10 million?" K repeated, and was echoed by an outburst from Sakano. After a thoughtful pause, the manager of Bad luck continued, "Leave it to me, Yuki-san!" There was the distinct sound of a gun being cocked; one could almost hear K's grin.

Yuki sighed. "Whatever. I'm getting a beer and a smoke. Oh, K, if you hurt Shuichi I'll shove your gun up your ass," he said before hanging up.

"It's so romantic!" K sighed after setting down the phone. "Don't you think so, Sakano-san?" The man in question was currently rolling around on the floor in a puddle of his own tears, muttering a dismal mantra of, 'Shindou-san, Shindou-san, Shindou-san.'

Looking away from the pathetic display on the floor, K placed a hand heroically over his heart. "Fear not, Shuichi-kun! We shall save you from your disgusting kidnappers!"

(Shibby sneezed, thus causing her to slip on her DDR mat and lose the match.)

K grinned maniacally, picking up the phone again.

"I have a plan!"

Yuki grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and grabbed his cigarettes from the counter. He then retreated to his study, plopping in his chair and opening the beer. He then grabbed a cigarette, lighted it, and was just about to put it to his lips when—

BRRRRRRRING!

"What!" Yuki snarled into the phone. K replied, unfazed by the novelist's anger:

"I have a plan, Yuki-san, and if it's going to work, I'll need your complete cooperation."

SOON

"57, 58, 59--It's 6:04, kill the kid," Akari said as they waited in the small café.

"No!" Shuichi squealed, jumping up. "H-He'll be here soon, don't worry! He's just fashionably late for everything."

Akari scowled. "I don't take 'fashionably late,' I take results!" she said angrily as she banged her fist on the table, nearly sending her tea flying.

Suddenly the door swung open, a very familiar novelist entering. Akari looked up and smirked slightly. "Konnichiwa Yuki-san," she said sweetly.

"Yuki…" Shuichi breathed, his heart skipping a beat upon the sight of his boyfriend. To tell the truth, he had been faintly worried that Yuki wouldn't show up; now he felt incredibly stupid for ever doubting the blond novelist. Shuichi's vision blurred as tears filled his eyes.

Yuki, you really do care…!

Yuki snarled and stalked over, thrusting out an envelope. "I have what you want, just give Shuichi back!" he yelled.

Akari gently took the envelope and opened it, taking out the card. "Very good Yuki-san," she said, smiling.

"Y…Yu—" Shuichi began, but was startled into silence as a cup of coffee was slammed onto the table, the top being the only thing keeping the hot liquid in.

"There's no fucking cream!" Shibby growled. "What kind of shitty coffee joint doesn't have any damn cream! I can't drink my fucking coffee without cream, don't those bastards know that! What the he—" She blinked, noticing Yuki for the first time. "…Oh, you're here. Hi Yuki!"

Akari sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is why you don't make the negotiations," she said. "Anyway, a deal's a deal, here," she said as she led Shuichi over to Yuki.

Yuki grabbed Shuichi and held him close, glaring at Akari angrily.

Shuichi had only a moment to bask in the warmth of Yuki's possessive embrace, before Shibby snatched him back by the collar of his shirt.

"Thought you could fool us, huh?" She said slyly, keeping a firm hold on Shuichi's arm. "Well, think again, jerk. That card's a fake—I can tell."

"F-Fake!" Shuichi wailed, his bottom lip quivering. Yuki! Yuuuuuki! Let me go to my Yuki, dammit! Yuuuuukiiiii!

A faint voice was heard in the background. "Dammit, time for plan B..." suddenly the two girls were surrounded by cocked guns. Akari's eyes widened. "HOLY CRAP!"

"Freeze, scumbags!" K said, perched on a table with a very dangerous-looking weapon aimed at the two. Shibby twitched.

"'Scumbags'?"

Akari suddenly glared at the American. "SCUMBAG! I took money from my own pocket to feed this brat! Even after he broke a family heirloom! You're the scumbag for aiming that monster at me! Scumbag…" she said, glare never faltering.

Yuki tried to tug Shuichi back, glaring at Shibby.

"You got some moxie, lookin' at me like that, asshole!" Shibby barked, completely transformed from her clumsy, absent-minded former self. "You want this punk, you gotta take him from me!" She shoved Shuichi behind her, standing possessively in front of the panicking boy.

"Waah, Yuki, save me! Waaaah!" He warbled, flailing around uselessly.

"Tch, we've got no choice," K muttered. "Aim—fire!"

Akari's eyes widened and she shoved Shuichi and Shibby away as she heard the triggers. She shoved the table up as the barrage of bullets came, hitting the table. She breathed a silent sigh of relief. "Shibby! Evasive plan Delta!" she yelled over the bullets.

"Aa!" Shibby yelled back, ducking behind the cash register. "Wait—where's Shuichi?"

"Yuki!" Shuichi dodged another barrage of bullets—fucking sucky aim!—attempting to escape the two crazy girls. "Oooi! Yuki!"

Akari's eyes widened. "YOU LOST SHUICHI!" she yelled.

Yuki dodged the bullets. "Shuichi!"

Shuichi's eyes lit up. Maybe he could get out of this, maybe he could get back to Yuki before—

Shibby clapped a hand over Shuichi's mouth, wrapping her other arm around his waist to keep him still. Her eyes met with Yuki's briefly, flashing with something that wasn't quite evil, and then—

Click, bang.

The gun went off—triggered by Akari—and the bullet went straight for Shuichi's temple.

Yuki's eyes widened. "SHUICHI!"

Akari threw down a pellet, the entire area going up in smoke. As it cleared, Shuichi, Shibby, and Akari had disappeared.

Yuki's eyes widened and he fell to his knees. "Shuichi!" he yelled in despair.

Shibby slung Shuichi's limp form over her shoulder, following Akari as they leapt from roof-to-roof. "Well, Yuki's really gonna be pissed now," She muttered dismally, glancing at Shuichi.

Akari sighed. "Yeah, but we have to test his limits…" Akari trailed off, glancing back at Shuichi. "Shuichi won't be happy though…"

"Yeah…but won't he be surprised when he finds out Shuichi's not really dead?" Shibby snickered mischievously.

"Yuki-san," K started, pausing uncomfortably, "I'm…sorry." He gazed solemnly down at the other man.

Yuki buried his head in his hands. "He's….gone…" he said quietly. "He's gone!" he cried out suddenly. He shot a death glare at K. "You and your damn plan! Because of your plan my Shu-chan is gone forever!" Yuki screamed, diving at K. "I'll kill you!"

K dodged, ducking out of Yuki's range expertly. "Yuki-san, this is hardly my fault! I assure you, Shuichi-kun is very valuable to me, if only as a talented vocalist." His eyes glinted, before he added, "If it's anyone's fault, it's those kidnappers. They are the ones at fault, here."

Yuki wouldn't have it. K's plan had scared them off, so K would suffer. Yuki tackled K, strangling him. The other men ran up, forcing Yuki off the gasping K.

"Please calm down Yuki-san!" one yelled, trying to calm the crazed author.

Yuki continued to scream in anger and hopelessness, finally slumping against one of the men in exhaustion. "Shuichi...come back…." He murmured.