Disclaimer:I don't own Gravitation, but I DO own my pride...(I hope)...The rightful owner of all the legal jazz is Tokyopop, Rightstuff(I hate them),Maki herself,etc.

Authors Note: This was my first fanfic, and I like my other one much better. But since 1 person asked what comes next, I shall honor them...

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Gravific-Chapter 8-The Beating

Yuki swerved into the little garage attached to his house. He leapt out and his door fell off.

"Oh fer' fuck's sakes! One thing after another!" Yuki was really pissed. He ignored the mess, and tramped into the house. "Shuichiii!" he called in a sickly sweet voice.

"What?" Shuichi's melodious voice wafted through the air. He thought for a moment that Yuki finally realized that he wanted him.

"Come into the kitchen!" he yelled down the stairs.

"Okaaay!" Shuichi was in ecstasy.

Yuki waited for a few minutes leaning against a cupboard. Shuichi flew up the stairs.

"whatisitcomeonandtellmeohgodiloveyouwhydon'tyoulovemeanywayohandbythewayiwasshoppingtheotherdayandsawtheMOSTbeautifulringandI…" this went on for a couple of minutes, but Yuki waited patiently.

It was a big shock to Shuichi, here he was just talking to Yuki, and there was pain out of nowhere. Yuki had just flat out hit him in the shoulder! Yuki started to wail on Shuichi mercilessly.

However, Shuichi took this the wrong way completely. It looks like I won't have to commit suicide! I can just be beaten to death by true looove…

The swift motion caught Yuki off guard. One minute Shuichi was just laying there, taking the beating…well…rather well, and then he had his lips planted on Yuki's. He pulled away in disgust, spitting in the other direction. "What in the hell were you thinking!"

Shuichi started to speak in a dreamlike tone. "Although you don't realize it, I love you and-"

"I know you love me brat. Haven't you figured out why I make you slam your head on the dash every time you ask for my hand in marriage? Dumbass."

"As I was saying, I accept that you will never want to be with me, so I decided to have one real kiss from the real you, and than kill myself! Cool huh? It'll be so dramatic! But then when you started beating me up, I found that this was meant to be! This is the way I was destined to die! Kill me bitch!"

Yuki wore a confused face. His cigarette dropped from his mouth. His face quickly converted to a scowl. "Ever the idiot, aren't you. I am not going to kill so you can enjoy some kind of masochistic fantasy!"

"Oh, you'll kill him Eiri." A familiar voice wafted through the room. "And then you will die too. Don't pout, it's for your own good!"

Yuki turned around to see a bazooka wielding Maki Murakami with a crazed look in her eyes.

Well, this crazy-ass fanfic is almost over-sorry if you don't like the ending. I love you,GravityNeko,for being my ONLY supporter. Thank you,very much so.

I'd like yo point out that if the chapter about maki creating the characters completely confused you,I'm sorry. I am also confused.