A/N: WHOOOOO! GUESS WHO GOT VOLUME 11! GUESS! ...You ruin all the fun!.:runs away sobbing: Haha, I'm just kidding. But... TOTAL KYA-NESS! Eiri wants to be Shuichi's main man... AWWW!.:hyper-mode: It was so short though... :sigh: I can't wait to get the last volume! RYU! AUUUUGH!

Disclaimer: If I owned Gravitation, it'd die. Trust me. It'd suck.

Mmmmmmmm HERE IT IS!

Drop Dead!

"Shu... Shu? Shu!" The pop star jumped out of his sleep and onto the floor, chin smashed into NG's carpet. "Someone got romantic last night."

"What? No, it's not like that! Actually, I couldn't sleep..." His eyes became downcasted.

"Couldn't sleep? Why not?" Hiro had a hunch for the reason, but pressed the question on anyway. "Was it Yuki?"

"Was it ever." Shuichi sat up on the floor, sighing slightly.

"If you're in one of your moods again, we're not going to get anywhere today, are we?" Fujisaki immediately rose from his seat and headed for the door. "So we might as well go home."

"What kind of attitude is that?" The blonde gunslinger walked from behind the young pianist and tugged the collar on his sheet quite severely, convincingly enough to pull him back into his chair. "Maybe it's time for a little lyric writing, Shuichi?"

"But, I can't. I've... just lost all inspiration."

"Oh, come on, Shu! Don't you remember when the days when it was just the two of us?" The redhead got up and kneeled down by his friend's side. "No matter how you felt, you always managed to come up with lyrics! So you're gonna let one ass pull you down? Write what you know!"

"Write... what I know?" He looked at Hiroshi, who nodded, smiling. "I know... he loves me, but he doesn't say so..." Before he knew it, a pad of paper and a pen were working together with his mind and hand.

"How did you?..." Fujisaki glanced at the singer, then at the guitarist. "Why didn't you do that before!"

"It only just came to me now."

"...oi."

"Kitties chase fishies..."

"Scratch that out, Shu."

"Yuki, I'm home!" Throwing down his bag near the door, Shuichi ran in and searched for his cold lover. "Yuki?" But the room was silent. Jumping to the conclusion that he had driven the novelist away once more, he frantically ran about the rooms. He stopped once he reached the bedroom: Eiri had been dead asleep. Wondering how he hadn't woken up, the pink-haired uke walked closer to the bedside. Curled in the blonde's hand was a pen, leaving a small inkblot on the sheets. Under his arm was a small book, words etched into it: obviously with some hurry. Carefully lifting the his limb by the sleeve, Shuichi snatched the notebook and started to read it.

"Damn it. Shuichi's upset and it's all my fault. But, I can't simply say 'I love you.' There's something in my heart that I feel, but I can't describe it. It's so much different from Kitazawa, and yet... there's things that seem the same. Who knows? It could be love. But why should I say something I'm so unsure about? He--"

The remainding part of the entry was unreadable lines scribbled across the page in a messy manner. Eiri must have fallen asleep as he was writing. But, was this his diary? Closing the book, he read the cover: Yuki's Journal. Okay, it was his journal. Same thing. He slid the pen from his lover's hand and set that on the journal, which had been placed on the night stand. He went to leave quietly, but halted when a soft voice fell on his ears. "Shuichi?" That was a surprise. How often was he called by his first name by Eiri? "What are you doing home?"

"It's after four! What am I doing home? What are you doing asleep?" Shuichi couldn't help but laugh at the messy bedhead, half closed eyes staring at the clock, until the time finally registered in his head. (1)

"Oh geez, what was I doing?"

"You were writing in your journal--" He stopped as soon as he realised what he was saying, but the important part had already slipped. Two emeralds were glaring at the singer. "You fell asleep, so I put it there for you. And you have a stain on the bed-- an ink stain, I mean." His eyes peered to where Shuichi's wondered to, and, indeed, a black mark was on the white sheet.

"You read it, didn't you?"

"I did not!"

"You're lying. Damn brat." Rolling his feet onto the floor, he stumbled over to the pink-head, whom was wondering what was to come."Luckily, I'm not in the mood to make you cry again." And he walked by, mumbling to himself. His head cocked to the side. What the hell?

"Yuki? You're not mad?" He followed him to the kitchen. Eiri was staring into the refrigerator, half awake. "I didn't read much, just the last page you were writing..." He stopped when he received another look, this time, with some curiousity.

"You're not upset anymore?"

"What? Oh, no! That's what I was trying to tell you when I got home!" He smiled. "We did really well at the studio today! I wrote lyrics to not one, but two songs, and we're almost done with the tracks on our new CD!"

"Impresssive." Uninterested, the novelist grabbed a beer and closed the small door. It hissed as he opened it. "Glad to hear you're not crying anymore."

"Yuki, there's something I'd like to ask..."

He looked up from his can before he had the chance to take a sip. "Well, ask it."

"Do I... no, never mind. I'll ask later." Eiri raised an eyebrow as Shuichi scurried to the room, grabbed his pad and his lover's pen, and began to write.

I know that you care for me
But the words do not exist to describe
So I'm left with the feeling of wonder
Maybe you'll figure it out with time

Hold me the way you do
Because it feels like love
Don't leave me
This is enough

We'll make it
We won't be in mystery forever
Don't stop now
The pieces are finally coming together...

A/N: Again, short! But it's been a while since I updated. Yes, the lyrics suck. They weren't as cool when they didn't rhyme. Look, I write what I know. I really don't know this. Therefore, they suck. A number! Holy crap!

(1) Haven't you ever stared at a clock forever, trying to read it, until it finally clicks? Or maybe I'm just stupid...

Anyway, thanks for the reviews! They're about the only reason why I've bothered to keep writing. (Plus... I have this thing, that I like, have to finish my fanfics.) What will be in store? WILL THEY BE IN MYSTERY FOREVER! WILL EIRI EVER DRINK HIS FRICKIN' BEER! FIND OUT... sometime. O.o;