Disclamer: I do not own Gravitation or its characters, I do however own my plot, not that anyone would want to take it anyway.

This is the first chapter of Words That Hurt Us, and as a warning there is some language, and some OOC.

Written from Yuki's POV.

"Tohma, you bastard what did you do to Shuichi?" I yelled, staring at the blond Grasper member sitting in front of me. He smiled that calm, sugary smile that I have grown to despise in the past few months. "Whatever do you mean Eiri?" He replied brightly.

"What do you mean, what do I mean! He's locked himself up in the bathroom and won't come out. He hasn't eaten in three days," I said, my voice lowered threateningly. "Now tell me what you did to him!"

"Now why would he do something like that, did you guys have another fight?"

"No! He came home, and after seeing me take my medication, he locked himself up."

"Maybe it's something someone said to him."

"That's what I've been trying to say! It was you wasn't it!"

I stared at him and his calm smile…how I hated him right now. He had said something to Shuichi, and for him to lock himself up for this long, it must have been something bad. Shuichi was pretty quick about picking himself up after a fall. "I merely told him that you had to go into the hospital again while he was on tour with his band. He seems to think that he had something to do with it. When I told him, he started crying about how even the memory of him caused you pain, or something like that," Tohma told me standing up to walk over to me.

"You bastard, you fucking bastard! It was you that caused him to lock himself up!" I was yelling again. "No Eiri, it wasn't me; it was you. You're the one who told me not to tell Shuichi where you were, but when he tried to call and never got an answer from you I had to tell him or call off the tour. He was certain something horrible had happened to you. I simply made a business move, nothing more." He said, closing those blue-green eyes.

I stood in stunned silence; it was me that did this to him. God why am I such a fucking bastard! But still, it was partly Tohma's fault and I'd burn in Hell before I'd admit to Tohma that he was right.

Without saying anything more to my sister's husband I left the room. On the way to my car, I thought about the night that Shuichi left for his tour.

"Yuki, can I call you every night!" Shuichi asked me, shoving clothes into a suitcase.

(Flashback)

"No!"

"But Yuki, why not?"

"Because your voice annoys the hell out of me."

"Yuki you know you'll miss me while I'm not here," he told me smiling his irresistible smile, the one that made me fall in love with him.

"Fine, if you must" I replied my exterior scowling. But inside I was smiling; that pink-haired pop star of mine made me feel important and loved. Feelings I didn't think would ever exist for me again... not after Kitazawa and what he put me through. I shook those feelings away and watched as Shuichi sat on his suitcase so that he could close it.

(end Flashback)

Dammit, I gotta fix this, and now, I thought to myself as I jerked my car into gear. I'll bring him out if I have to break down the damn door and drag his ass out of there!

It was true I had coughed up blood again, but it wasn't because of Shuichi, it was because of all the damn reporters that camped outside of my house when he left. They kept saying that we had had a fight, or that he caught me cheating on him with some blond bimbo. There were piles and piles of those kinds of headlines on the papers I kept around the house. I only read them because I thought it was funny how the reporters didn't have the first clue about our relationship. (I mean, didn't they know that his band, Bad Luck, was on tour?) But Shuichi didn't know that, he didn't know what hell they were giving me, but right now that didn't matter. I had to get Shuichi to realize that it wasn't his fault.

"Shuichi! Shuichi this is stupid, open the damn door!" I yelled through the door. Shit I want him to come out, not stay in there forever! Why did I have to yell? "Shuichi I'm... sor...sorry" I had to force the word out, I didn't use it very often after all. "Yu..ki... I didn't... mean to... I made you... I mean... the blood and... Hospital." He spoke so softly that I had to put my ear to the door in order to hear him.

"You idiot! It wasn't you, but if you keep this up, I will end up throwing up blood from the stress you cause!" I said heatedly. "If you want to stay in there, then stay, but as for me I'm hungry I'm going to fix some dinner," I told him as I walked away.

A movement from the hall caught my eye. It was Shuichi. His eyes, those lovely violet eyes, were red, from crying I suppose. He shuffled over and sat down hesitantly. I had already put a plate out for him, but he just stared at it. "It wasn't...it wasn't me?" he asked me softly. "No, you know those reporters camped outside, they did it. Haven't you seen a paper in the last two weeks?" I asked. "No... Hiro wouldn't let me," Shuichi said comprehension beginning to dawn on him.

"Yuki what did they say about... about you!" He said loudly. Me...? Wasn't he worried about what they might have said about him? "Go see for yourself," I said pointing to a stack of papers that were waiting to be carried out for recycling.

"Master Novelist and J-pop singer break up... Eiri Yuki having an affair," Shuichi read out loud

"Yuki... why didn't you tell Tohma to stop these stories from printing?" "Because I don't need that bastards help all the time!" I replied sourly.

"Oh Yuki, I'm so sorry. It's just when I heard that you were in the hospital again, I thought that you might leave me for New York again or-" "Shut up," I interrupted pushing my hair back from my eyes. Damn it was getting long. "Sorry Yuki." Then suddenly as if he had only locked himself up in the bathroom for three days so that he could take a dump, he smiled up at me. "I just… I just didn't want to see you hurt again, Yuki…" Shuichi, my Shuichi told me, coming over to put his arms around my neck. "I love you, Yuki," he whispered in my ear. His warm breath on my ear sent shivers through my body.

Coughing, I told him to sit down and eat. My pop star obeyed

(Like always) and began to stuff his face. Holy Crap hungry is he? I thought, a look of shock on my face.

After he finished eating he tried to help me clean up. As I picked up the pieces of broken plate that littered my floor, I yelled at him, "Shuichi you idiot, that was not helping!" "But Yuki I just wanted to help you," he bawled. "Shouldn't you go tell Hiro you're all better now? "But Yuki… it's getting dark!" He told me.

"What are you some kind of baby, now get your ass out of my house and go tell Hiro that you'll see him at work tomorrow," I said throwing, the plate out. "But why can't I tell him on the phone?" Shuichi asked. Dammit is he trying to be difficult or is it a gift that he has? It's a gift. "Just go and do as I say!"

"Call me on your way home and I'll come and pick you up," I called after Shuichi as he ran down the sidewalk into the sunset. He just waved at me and flashed on of his huge smiles that were so contagious.

Now to plan the special surprise I had in store for him when he returned.

I looked at the clock for the hundredth time. Midnight. I had told him to call me on his way home; maybe he was staying at Hiro's tonight. Just then the phone rang, finally… it's about damn time I thought, boy am I going to yell at him.

"Hello," I answered

"Oh Yuki-san, is Shuichi any better? Has he come out of hiding yet?"

It was Hiro's voice on the other end, not Shuichi.

"Hiro, don't fuck with me, is Shuichi coming home tonight?"

"Um…Yuki-san, what are you talking about? I haven't seen Shuichi in three days"

"But he left here around six to go and see you"

"Man he's not here; did you guys have a fight?"

Why was everyone asking me that? "No we didn't. Why does the whole fucking world think we fight all the time!"

"Hey cool it, I'll go outside and look for him."

"Okay…call me if you find him"

Where was he? Did something happen to him on the way to Hiro's? I grabbed my coat and almost ran outside. Putting my keys in the ignition of my car all I could think was: Where is he, and what happened to…the one I love.

Notes: This is the corrected story that was up before, I just had some minor changes to add.