Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or anythin' that goes with it- although sometimes I wish I did. But,as far as I know, I own the suicide knife.

Author's note:I got this idea from reading a poem off this here webpage(actually,I had this planned a long time ago-the poem gave me motivation.Yeah.Thats it.) So thanks to whomever did that. It was a great poem!

Oh! and one more thing-the title is inspired by an Erasure song! It's a line from their Spiralling song. Yes,thats my secret. I listen to Erasure while I write. When you're gone,though I try,how could I carry on!(Get it?)Oh yeah,for those of you who GET it, I will be putting a different song line ther every chapter! Watch for it!(Does anyone actually read this?I do...)

Pairings:I (at least I try) don't do them! So if its dirty boy lovin' you want, go read a YAOI story with a high-ass rating!

You Give Me the Courage to Die-Chapt.2

"Sh-Shuichi?" A soft whisper. No. No. No and no and no. Yuki couldn't believe it. He sat still in his position for at least five minutes. He felt he did not want to know what happened. But his mind still asked questions. Who did this?

Yuki's blood ran a little hotter now. He shifted over and rolled Shuichi onto his back. He could see the blood at the corner of the young man's mouth. And then he saw it just about everywhere else. Tell me…tell me…it's…no. One blow after another, Yuki felt his soul deteriorating. That was when he saw the trail of blood leading from the couch.

Yuki recalled the events from the recent past, now that he was fully awake. He had been sending Shuichi out to sleep on the couch lately. Their small quarrels had been getting larger, and the young man's crying had gotten worse. Contrary to popular belief, Yuki hated it when Shuichi was sad. Even though the pink-haired boy didn't see it, Yuki sent him out because he knew the walls of his seemingly cold soul would crumble. In summary, no matter how bad Shuichi was, or how mean the novelist was, Eiri Yuki still loved him more than anything.

Eiri brought himself to a fairly stable state, and started to investigate the room. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Yuki found that all the wounds were definitely self-inflicted. Why would you do this you fucking idiot, I need you! Eiri surprised even himself. Eiri rummaged around the mess a little more, and found a good-sized knife in the palm of Shuichi's bloody right hand. The kid had slit his wrists, and he had done a bang-up job too. Since the whole suicide had only been a few hours old, the blood was sticky. The knife was hard to remove from the small hand.

Yuki did not bring the knife to a sink to wash it. He didn't have to. He knew where it was from. His own damned kitchen. He threw the knife aside, shut his eyes, and swung his head in the other direction all at the same time. He didn't want to see the tool that had been used to take Shuichi's life away. Away from him.

Please review-comments matter. I need to know if you think this story is goog or real bad. So I can keep it or drop it.

So,I hope you liked this chapter. Blood! Lots and LOTS of it. Can you picture it? Slit wrists, Cuts all over,blood from the corners of Shu-chan's mouth,maybe even his throat.(I don't know about that last one.) Even Yuki's got a SERIOUS nosebleed.

Told yooou! You DO have an extremely weird(not to mention dangerous) fetish!

Blood is gross,dumbass. Howeveer,I dooo have this strange little obsession with swords,knives,anything with a handle that can be used as a sword...

And they make blood. Point proved.

This babble between me and myself isn't actually entertaining you,is it?

That's what I thought.

Shut up.

Have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night/sleep/day/whatever people!