Summary: Shuichi has cold stares and it gives Shinori and Yuki the creeps.

Disclaimer: gravitation belongs to maki.. but soon, it'll be mine! Mwuahaha!

–throws a dart on Maki murakami's picture -

A/N: So sorry, chapter 2 was a little short right?

Pls. read: i need your opinion.. is it ok if i put a lemon scene in the next chapter/s?

Honestly.. I'm itchy flaming to write it..

This is not a death fic!

CHAPTER 3: Those eyes II.

"Sorry to disturb you Yuki san, I know it's already midnight."

"Sakuma san, why did you call?" Yuki asked. He wanted to cut the conversation to find Shuichi. If it was Touma, Mika or Tatsuha, he'd hang up immediately. But Sakuma was just nice, it would be rude to hang up.

"Well, see Yuki san.. Shu chan is with me.."

"Tell me your address, I'll pick him up."

"Whoah, ok, but, you have to know that Shu chan went here and cried himself to sleep. What's wrong Yuki san? I don't wanna see Shu chan cry again! Waah!" Ryuichi asked and then cried himself.

"hnn,' Yuki said to himself. " It's nothing Sakuma san, thanks for taking care of him, please tell me your address now, so I could see him.

Yuki arrived in Sakuma's place in less than an hour, it took him a couple of minutes knocking, before realizing that he should be buzzing.

"Where is Shuichi?" Yuki asked as the door opened.

"Ah, Yuki san nanoda, come in, he's sleeping on my bed." Ryuichi said innocently.

Yuki's eyes narrowed, but thinking that Ryuichi is as innocent as Shuichi, he dismissed the thought. He found Shuichi sleeping, the blanket covered his whole body. As Yuki removed the blankets, he can't help but notice a black blue spot at Shuichi's cheek bone, and the red scars on his legs.

"Shu chan, he must have tripped over something and wounded himself.." Ryuichi said.

Yuki just smiled sadly. It was him who caused all the injuries, pain, and sufferings.

I'm sorry Shuichi, Yuki thought.

He carried him out of Ryuichi's apartment and proceeded to the car.

"Arigato Sakuma san. We're leaving now. I'm sorry for disturbing." Yuki said.

"No, it's ok! Hava a nice trip! Ja!" Ryuichi waved.

Yuki placed Shuichi at the back seat so that he could continue sleeping. Shuichi looked - and was depressed, wasted, and pale. When they finally arrived, Yuki carried him and tuck him to bed, like a child. Shinori was watching this secretly. He was sick worried over his chichi, but he does not want to show it.

It's all my fault. If only I didn't say those words! He shut his eyes tight to stop crying.

Chichi, gomen nasai! He wiped his tears and ran to his room.

"Shu chan," Yuki whispered brushing his lover's hair with his hand. "I don't wanna see you cry." He kissed Shuichi gently and caressed the wounded cheek. He climbed next to him, pulling the covers on them.

The next thing he knew, the sun was brightly shining on his face, and Shuichi was out of sight.

"Shu – Shuichi! Shuichi doko ka?" Yuki searched in every room, but there were no signs of Shuichi. He walked over to the living room and there, he saw a familiar figure sleeping on the couch.

Yuki sighed with relief.

But why is he sleeping there.. does that mean.. he does not want to sleep with me? he's angry? Yeah, you have the right to be angry. Hit me on the face if you want. I'm sorry Shuichi..

He played with Shuichi's hair while pondering, which caused the singer to stir.

"Ah, Shu, I didn't mean to wake you up..

Their eyes met for awhile. Yuki stared at Shuichi's eyes, they were blank, expressionless, like the eyes of those whose happiness was robbed. Shuichi got up as if not hearing Yuki and headed to the kitchen. Yuki could only follow him with a stare. He was afraid of that look, a look he never saw on a genki Shuichi. He kept quiet, thinking it was best to give Shuichi space.

Things got worse at noon. Shu was still not speaking even to his son. This gave Shinori the creeps. He wanted to say sorry, but Shuichi was just too scary, he couldn't find a perfect timing. He find it hard to eat lunch too, for it was Shuichi who prepared the food, still saying nothing, and served it without looking at him.

Tonight, definitely, I'm going to say sorry! I'll just wait for him to come back from NG, I'll swallow my pride and then.. sheesh.. damn pride, damn this novel, damn mouth, damn hands, damn this blasted thing, damn this.. damn.. damn everything! Aargh!

And with that, Yuki deleted all new 10 pages for his next novel. He can't find the perfect words, right setting and characters.. Shuichi's behavior was bothering him.

Knock knock..

"What do you want?" Yuki asked from behind his door.

"I.. I w – want t-t-to talk to you d- dad." Was Shinori's nervous reply.

"Come in." Yuki replied. He was somehow relieved that he has someone to talk to, his thoughts were killing him.

"D – dad. I-I just want to ask for some advice."

"What about?" Yuki lighted a cigarette and exhaled the smoke at Shinori's face.

"hey dad, that's rude" Shinori began feeling comfortable.

"so.. stinky punk, what is it?" yuki asked.

"umm.. well, I would want to ask, how you and chichi, umm, how you and him.."

"How he and me what? Spit it out Shinori." Yuki was getting his impatient. "Is it how we met? We told you that when you were young."

"No, I already know that."

"How we kiss, then?"

Shinori blushed and shook his head slowly. "No."

"How we make love?"

Shinori's face grew hot, and he shook his head furiously. "No! no!"

"Then what is it!"

"It's how you guys forgive each other, how do you say sorry?"

"Ah, was that it?" Yuki exhaled again. Shinori coughed. Seriously, Yuki was surprised with this question.

"He's always the first to say sorry even if it's my fault. Then, of course, I'll feel guilty, so I'll make it up with him. Sometimes, when it's his fault, I punish him by making love –

"Dad! I shouldn't know that!" Shinori's face was chili red. "Sheesh, I don't know why I even asked you.' he pouted.

"hmn, punk, you'll have to say it from the bottom of your heart if you really want him to forgive you. Shuichi's a good person, I'm sure he'll understand."

"But, I said totally terrible things, I'm afraid he'll be disgusted with me."

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I'm disgusted with you also." Yuki spat.

"Dad I –

"You know Shinori, we love you very much, but never in my mind did I thought that you were ashamed, with us being your parents. We are happy in this family right? We are very happy, but since you entered that teen life, shit, your'e being rebellious. May I say, I'm quite dissapointed."

"Dad, I'm so sorry." He crawled at Yuki's lap and hugged his waist.

"It's my fault too, we shouldn't be fighting for, like what you say..nonsense." he placed a hand at Shinori's head.

"So, you think he'll forgive me if I say sorry?" Shinori looked up. "How about you dad, if you were him and I'm to say sorry, will you forgive me?"

"No, I won't forgive a stupid punk like you."

"Dad!" Shinori's eyes were watery and then he sobbed.

"Your'e fifteen and your'e still crying? You and Shuichi are really alike. Both of you are brats."

"Fourteen! I'm just fourteen."

"Yeah whatever. You still act as a five year old."

"Thanks dad, now, I'll be able to say sorry.. I guess."

"Yeah, we just have to wait for him to arrive and then –

"But dad, chichi's already here. He came an hour ago."

"What? He's here? Where is he? Why didn't I notice? Yuki asked.

"Yeah, he still wears that creepy stare of his. He went in the hot tub when he arrived and..

"He's in the hot tub!" Yuki yelled.

"Ouch dad, that hurt!" Shinori said, rubbing his ear. "He's in there, maybe he's in the kitchen now, cooking."

Yuki went out of his study immediately and proceeded to the bathroom. It was definitely half an hour since he and Shinori were talking.

And when he stopped in front of the bathroom door, it was still closed, meaning..

"Shuichi! Open the door! Come out!" Yuki forced to open the door, but it was locked.

"Shit, your'e there for an hour and a half! Are you planning to kill –

Is he planning to kill himself? He thought, then his face turned white.

"Shu! Open the door! You'll die in heat! For brat's sake, just open this!" He turned the knob continously while pounding his free hand on the poor door.

"Shinori! Get the keys! Get the keys! Oh stinky punk, why are you looking for it in the refrigerator! It's in our room stupid!" Yuki panicked.

Oh, geez, pls. don't let him die, I'm sure gonna follow him when he dies!

"Dad! Here it is! I got it!" he threw the room keys to Yuki for him to catch.

"Thanks son." He had a hard time figuring which key is which. "Hold on Shuichi, hold on! Please don't die."

"Dad! Don't say that! hurry!"

"Yes, yes, I know.. there, finally.." Yuki manged to open the bathroom door and water splashed like small waves.

"Shuichi!"

"chichi!"

pls. read: aww, there, this chapter is finished. Ackk. Pls don't kill me! This isn't a death fic!

I would like to know your opinion.. will you be offended if I add a lemon scene in the next chapter/s? I'll follow the majority's decision. Thanks. Pls. review! I'll update again tomorrow.