Gawd, I would first like to state how completely lazy I am. . .Sorry it took so long to update. Junior year in high school is a pain in the arse; you'd be surprised. Thanks for your appreciative comments!!! I had no idea people like it when Yuki burns clothes. . .()! Nah, I'm kidding. But I am happy that you guys like my fanfic. . .um, so far, at least. . .

(-o) Thanks again, and keep reading!

Disclaimer: Do I even need a disclaimer to explain to you that I haven't made Gravitation?! GAWD, you're SUCH an IDIOT!!!!

Shuichi looked at the cheesy advertisements on the elevator about Viagra and Celebrex. Enlarge my penis or get high cholesterol. Tough call. The musical notes of the elevator music made his hips sway from side to side. Good elevator music does that. Shuichi wondered what Yuki would say to him once he got through that hotel room door. "Hey, Shuichi, let's have a party." "Hey, Shuichi, go get me a gun." The endless possibilities danced inside his head. Suddenly, the elevator stopped and the door opened.

Yuki on the back of his door he did wait. He glanced at the clock once more. 12:35. Nevermore, TICK TOCK. Knock, knock. Yuki jumped off the door in a fright. Knock, knock, "Yuki?" As of someone rapping, rapping at my chamber door-- Yuki wiped the sweat off his brow and thought himself silly for being frightened at the knock of Shuichi's gentle hand. He put his hand on the knob and opened the door. Shuichi's figure was revealed as if he was behind a curtain. His pink hair was the first thing Yuki looked at, but he quickly reverted his eyes to Shuichi's.

Shuichi was confused. Why is Yuki standing there? Is he going to let me in? It's already been a minute, buddy. . . Shuichi got impatient and shoved the gaudy duffel bag into Yuki's confuzzled arms. Yuki finally moved aside, giving Shuichi the opportunity to go sit down on the bed. Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Shuichi glanced at Yuki's bloody hand. He ran up to Yuki, who was just about to go into the bathroom. "What happened to your hand?! It's all bloody!" Yuki sighed. He laid his good hand on the doorknob to the bathroom. He looked at Shuichi with his sinful eyes. "If I showed you, would it make anything better?" He opened the door. Shuichi gasped. "What happened?! Did someone attack you?! I'll get him!" Yuki grabbed Shuichi's arm before he could get out of the door. "No. I did it myself. Go sit on the bed, I'll change, and then we'll talk." Shuichi looked into Yuki's eyes as if he didn't trust him for that one moment. He looked away and reluctantly went to the bed.

Far away. . .

The woman looked up from the sidewalk at Yuki's apartment. It was as if her sparkling green champagne eyes were made of glass; the way she gazed at the building made it seem as if her eyes were glazed over. She held tight to the string of her shoulder bag, her knuckles growing white. Her face was hateful, and her tears were slight. She closed them tightly, then reopened them with a new determination. She stormed up to the building, and there was never a storm that quite matched the one that would come from her. Her blonde hair was fire, and the fire burned so brightly it was blinding as she walked under the brilliantly lit sky. The rain was gone, but that was only a warning for what would come next.

Author's note: Was it really Celebrex that gives you high cholesterol? Or did it just increase one's risk of heart problems? I forget. Neh, minor detail; I don't think it matters. . .

Yuki pulled a watch out of the gaudy duffel bag. 1:15 pm. As Yuki dressed, he wondered what normal people did at this time. Finish up lunch. . . Not like him, he who burns clothes and scares middle-aged wives. Not normal. What was normal? Yuki stared at the shattered mirror. The bits and pieces were scattered until the toilet. Staring back at him were the thousand Yukis. Each one more scared of the next moment than the last.

Outside, Shuichi had left the bed and ventured to the balcony. The 1:15 air pulled him to the edge, to lean on the banister. He closed his eyes and breathed, the sun making his lids red instead of black. He opened them, and he found a huge band of rainbow tying the clouds together. Shuichi heard something. He looked over to the next balcony. The middle-aged lady was talking on her cell phone. Her hair was curled all the way up to the sky, it seemed, and her clothes were an eyesore. Her purple and mauve belted waist robe clashed significantly with her yellow turtleneck, and her thigh squeezing knee skirt did no justice for the cellulite in her spider-veined calves. She held her hands up and motioned them pompously as she spoke, though no one but Shuichi and her could see. She seemed angry. Shuichi tried listening. "And there was this crazy blonde Japanese man. . .no, Charlene, he was naked! He was burning his clothes in a wastebasket! Honey, yes he did. . .sigh YES, Charlene, his package was nice, but that's not the- . . .Call the police? You think so?" Shuichi's eyes widened. Ack,Yuki! Wha'dyado?! What do WE do NOW!? Shuichi was panicking, but he certainly didn't look it. The middle aged lady caught Shuichi's gaze. She narrowed her eyes and turned indignantly and swept her feet into her room.

Inside, Yuki looked at himself in the mirror that he had failed to destroy. I remember this outfit. . .I still don't think brown and pink go with my yellow hair. . . Yuki looked out to the balcony as Shuichi had his delicate hand on the sliding door. Shuichi looked a little anxious. Shuichi walked in and stared at the floor. Yuki went up to him and grasped the sides of Shuichi's arms. "What's wrong?"

Shuichi looked into Yuki's eyes. "We gotta get outta here."