A/N: Thanks to all of my reviewers... for well, reading and taking the few minutes to submit a review! Makes my day that people still like my work... e.e; A special thanks to the two reviewers who actually read my notes (I don't know why you did, but okay) and replied about the Remixes. I didn't find the actual mangas online: I found a few preview pages. It was all Japanese (which... I can't read any of it's language, including Romaji ;-; ) but it... was graphic enough, may I say. Just do an image search on Google: you'll find it... (sweatdrop)

But back on the fanfic... heh. I'm sorry if you have to reread this every update... I wonder if it's because I'm slow on updates, or if I just get confusing and don't review enough of the previous chapter. Yeah, answering this question would be great. Look, I'm sorry about slow updates. If you don't remember previously, I began this fanfic without much clue to where it was going. And I'm slowly shoveling ideas from my head... but... it's really hard! ;-; If you have any ideas, lemme know.

Disclaimer: I haven't said anything funny yet... hm. Oh well. I don't own Gravitation. The end.

Drop Dead?

The next week passed in an easy manner. Shuichi and his fellow band members were able to complete a number of songs (with some help from K and his gun, of course) while Eiri was able to finally get his novel completed and ready for sale. Things seemed to move smoothly, but something was crawling in the back of the singer's mind. Everything was... too right. It was making him uneasy.

Perhaps it was just the insecurity of having life go his own way? The days that he could finally relax and breathe comfortably without having to worry about deadlines or his lover had finally come upon him. And he wasn't used to this feeling, not for this long, or this well. Something was bound to go wrong, there was always something ruining his life.

Another day at the NG building flew by quicker than Shuichi noticed. And he didn't even realize himself entering the cozy apartment lovingly dubbed "home." He began his daily routine, much like a robot: he closed the door, tossed his bag to the side right afterwards, and ran into the den to tell his precious Yuki...

But as he stared into the room, no one was sitting at the desk. His heart was suddenly pounding, the beats ricocheting in his ribcage. He instantly ran into each room, all unoccupied. The last room remained: the bedroom. Shuichi began to laugh as if he were foolish. Of course! He was sleeping last time he hadn't happened to be in the den. Quietly he entered the room, and his eyes instantly fell onto the white bundle on the mattress. "Yuki!" He cheered happily, bouncing onto the springs. But his heart sank as the covers did the same. So, if the blonde novelist wasn't there...

Where was he?

He held the layers of fabric in his fingers, taking in the scent of so many nights slept, and he wrapped himself in them. Before he could react, he was slipping from consciousness.

Drop Dead!

It was late. The sun had set, most likely an hour or so before. The pink-haired man rubbed his eyes and looked around. Still no sign. Why would Yuki leave? No, he hadn't left... he just got caught up in something. But, so late? Oh no, something did happen!Things were going so smoothly for too long, and now Yuki was somewhere: hurt, sick or dead! Or even worse... ...wait, what's worse than dead? (1)

He instantly dug through the closet and switched into his all famous dog outfit. "It looks like I'm gonna have to sniff out for him! My poor Yuki! Where could he be?" he triumphantly shouted, running out the apartment and away from the building.

Meanwhile, at NG...

The dark room was suddenly filled with light at the flick of a switch. A couple pages were extracted from a coat pocket and lightly thrown on a desk. The man was about to leave when another shorter stood in the way. "What are you doing here so late, Eiri-san?" the voiced echoed.

"I should ask you the same." He replied icily. "Shouldn't you be taking care of your wife and her baby?" (2)

"She should be all right. It's not as if she's going into labor at three months, you know." A soft laugh entered. "But, seriously, why are you here? How are you here?"

"I was dropping something off for Bad Luck. Now if you'll excuse me..." The blonde walked up to the other, trying his hardest to throw the hint to move. But the figure still stood there, chuckling more. "What's so damned funny?"

"Nothing, nothing at all."

"Tohma, just go home." With that, he finally pushed the pianist away with one hand and headed for the door. And when he entered the lighted streets, what happened next was totally unexpected...

Passing a couple of closed down stores, he paused. He thought he had heard Shuichi's voice ring throughout the city. But that was impossible. He was most likely at home. Most likely. He finally took time to think over it. He concluded that nothing was impossible for him at this point. He just prayed that he was hallucinating from lack of sleep, and continued on his way home.

But eventually he walked right into a full-on attack by the forementioned lover. His tail wagged excitely, and he licked his face, which, by the way, was disgusting. And thinking about it, how did that tail wag? "Yuki! You scared me! Where were you?" he asked quickly, almost indistinguishedly.

"None of your business, damn brat." But he knew that he'd find out tomorrow. That is, if he could put two and two together.

"Yuki!" He hugged him. Eiri could only pray that few people, hopefully none, saw this, and if they did, they'd keep their mouths shut.

"Get... off! If you want to play, let's at least do it at home. Last thing we need is more negative publicity." The blonde shoved Shuichi off and stood up, extending a hand to him lying on the ground. "Well?"

"Th-thanks," he stuttered, taking it, using it, and holding it. "I guess I got a little carried away. Sorry..."

"Hmph," was all that was given in response. This was normal, no use getting upset about it. They continued to walk down the sidewalks, hand-in-hand. "Look, I've been thinking..."

"Yuki?"

"After writing my novel. I began to--" His voice paused. "No, forget it. I'll tell you later."

"Whaaat? No, I wanna know!" he demanded loudly, a bit too loudly.

"I said later, dammit!" He began to scowl, giving a hard punch to his lover's head.

"Ow! What the hell, Yuki? Come on!"

"Shut-up. Just... shut the hell up."

Shuichi smiled. So nothing was wrong. He really had overracted. But he wondered what he was going to say. Hopefully he'd find out soon. For now, he just prayed that he'd make it back in at least three pieces.

S/N: (side notes:)

(1) The "what's worse than dead?" thing was supposed to be in Shuichi's thoughts... that's why I kept referring to Eiri as Yuki.

(2) Wait... what happened to Tohma's kid? o.o It totally disappeared from the whole manga... sorry, random thought.

A/N: Okay, so... it was, like, midnight when I wrote this.I had to blast Gorillaz in my ear just to keep myself awake, since The Format and Jimmy Eat World were making me fall asleep, and The Aquabats are totally distracting...

I apologize for any stupid mistakes I made, in terms of overall...ness. I edited it before I loaded it, but it was fairly quick because I wanted this up ASAP. I even pulled out a dictionary when I wrote this, so... hopefully everything is right in terms of grammar. So... review!