Disclaimer: Gravi doesn't belong to me. Damn.

A/N: I dub this chapter special 'Bad Luck' chapter. For that reason, it's extra long. Enjoy!

WARNING: If you really stretch the definition, I guess there is a little lime in this chapter. But I would hesistate to call it that, since it's just a little kissing. You'll see when you get to it, but it's nothing past a PG-13. The warning is just because my writing (at least up to now) is more the 'I love you' type of romance and the physical stuff doesn't really appear much. Other than that, just mild language as always. Bad Yuki.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my friend, Nichole, just because. She's an awesome friend, one of my best friends, and better yet, she loves Gravi almost as much as I do. Well, she's threatened to kill me for Gravi manga, so there you go. Love ya, Nikki! (even though she hates that nickname. -snickers-)


Disillusionment

Chapter 13-Letting Go

--SPECIAL BAD LUCK CHAPTER--

sunny1388

Hiro opened up his apartment for the first time in days and tossed his keys on the small table next to the door. Kicking his shoes into the corner, he shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it across the back of the couch, stretching his shoulders out. It was good to be home again.

Letting out a breath, he turned to his guest and gestured around.

"Kitchen on the left, living room, down the hall is the bathroom and the bedrooms." It was a two bedroom apartment. When Hiro had been apartment shopping, he knew he would need 2 bedrooms. If it wasn't Shuichi staying at least once a week, his brother would drop in and crash every once in a while. It also served as a little composition room. Sheet music from both himself and Shuichi was scattered around the room and a Yamaha keyboard rested along one of the walls.

He walked down to his room and opened the door. Suguru gasped. The room was practically wallpapered in posters of Bad Luck and even posters of Hiro and Shuichi's early two-person high school band. A framed poster caught his attention and he smiled. It was their first concert.

Suguru had never truly comprehended how much Shuichi and Hiro's friendship was intertwined with Bad Luck. Now he understood why Shuichi had been so against him becoming a true part of the band when Hiro had left Bad Luck right before their first million. The band was a physical form of his and Hiro's friendship. Smiling slightly, Suguru turned to Hiro,

"Hm? I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Hiro repeated his question,

"Are you hungry, thirsty?"

But Suguru just shook his head and turned aside to give Hiro some privacy to change,

"I'm fine, thanks. You don't have to bother yourself about me."

"Hm." Hiro had changed into a pair of plaid pajama pants. Suguru bowed his head to hide his blush. Hiro had a very, very handsome body. The sculpted chest was very…distracting.

"Uh…uh, I…"

Hiro tossed him a small bundle and Suguru caught it, realizing it was a bundle of clothes.

"What…?"

"Well, seeing as how you don't have any of your clothes, you'll have to borrow some of mine. Shuichi has some of his clothes here and he's probably closer to your size, but I can't find them right now. You can take a shower and change, if you want."

Suguru was thankful for the shower and the clothes and tried to bow and mutter his thanks, but Hiro just waved him to the bathroom as he headed to the kitchen.

Stepping into the bathroom, Suguru sighed as he clicked the door closed. He unrolled the bundle and found a pair of boxers and left them out. Hiro's shower had only a glass door but it was enough to keep the water in. Turning on the shower, Suguru quickly dropped his clothes and stepped under the hot spray. He winced. It was a little too hot. But he quickly got used to the temperature and started to get drowsy as he rinsed. A sharp knock on the door woke him up,

"Dinner's ready."

Finishing quickly, he toweled dry and put on the boxers, pajama pants, and a tank top. The clothes were Hiro's and way too big. The pants were rolled up a couple of inches and still trailed on the ground so Suguru had to shuffle around. Nothing could be done about the tank top, which had to be adjusted every few seconds as one of the straps slid down his shoulder.

Before he left the bathroom, Suguru grabbed another towel and rubbed at his hair, making it stick up in every direction. As he sat down at the square table in the kitchen across from Hiro, the guitarist got a funny look on his face.

For some reason, seeing Suguru dressed up in his clothes, which were way too big, and his hair looking scruffy and untidy made Hiro want to grin. Suguru looked…adorable. There was no other word for it. The slight pout on his lips completed the picture as the boy tried, unsuccessfully, to get his just-washed hair to stop dripping cold water down his back.

Finally, Suguru slung the towel across his shoulders and dug into the omelet that Hiro had made for him, but even that picture was so…cute. The towel looked way too big for Suguru and Hiro couldn't help but smile. Luckily, Suguru's focus was on his plate and he didn't see the amused expression on his friend's face.

They ate in silence for the most part. The meal was finished relatively quickly, since it was very light. But neither of them had a large appetite that night. When they finished, Suguru insisted on doing the dishes, so Hiro headed to the guest room to get it ready.

When Suguru went into his room sometime later, he found a strangely quiet Hiro sitting at the keyboard. He was staring down at the keys and Suguru suddenly didn't want to interrupt whatever Hiro was thinking, but it was too late. Hiro noticed him and smiled weakly, inviting him in.

"I…I was just thinking. About the time Shuichi pulled an all-nighter to finish that song…" Suguru smiled at the memory. It was a very clear one. Shuichi apparently stayed at NG for an entire night working on a song to meet a deadline. They had found him the next morning, asleep on the keyboard. Crumpled balls of music and lyrics were scattered around him like a battlefield. They weren't able to wake him up, so K carried the exhausted boy to a couch and let him sleep there while everyone else practiced the music he had written. Shuichi had woken up that afternoon looking like hell, but they got the song recorded and edited in record time.

"Why him?" Hiro's whispered to the keyboard, "Why'd it have to be him?" At first, Suguru was confused. His mind was still on Shuichi and his attempted suicide. But then he realized what Hiro what talking about.

"N-Nakano-san…"

"Hiro."

"Um, Hiro. It wasn't…that is to say, Shuichi's cancer. Well…it might get better…right?" Suguru stuttered. He really wasn't any good at comforting and he fervently wished he was. He had no idea what to say, what to do. He wished there was some way he could help Hiro.

"Yeah, I know, but…" it went unsaid, but Suguru understood. The doctor had given them the facts outright and spared no details. She had plainly informed them that it was probably too late, that they had noticed the cancer too late.

"God!" Hiro's fist crashed down on the keyboard and a discord of notes rang through the apartment, "Why didn't I notice?" It was so frustrating. If he thought back, there were so many symptoms, so many signs. But no one had noticed or stopped to consider the possibility of cancer from second-hand smoke. If anyone was to be stricken by cancer, they all would have expected it to be Yuki. He was the smoker, not Shuichi. Hell, even Hiro himself had a smoke once in a while. But not Shuichi; he was a total innocent. Why did he have to be the one? It wasn't fair at all.

"Damn! Damnit!"

Suguru was silent through Hiro's outbursts, but he winced as each word was accentuated by a slap of the keyboard. Finally not able to take it anymore, he crossed the room in 3 steps and grabbed Hiro's wrist.

"Hiroshi! Stop it!"

"No!" Hiro's voice was almost petulant as he tried to yank his wrist free from Suguru's hold, but the boy was holding on too tightly. With a sharp jerk, he knocked Suguru off balance and boy practically fell into his lap, knocking them both over. The chair Hiro was sitting on fell backwards and knocked the wind out of his lungs. Suguru fell on top of him and knocked his breath away a second time. Their joined hands were sandwiched between their chests and Suguru was almost fully on top of Hiro.

Suguru stared down at the man pinned under him and met Hiro's fierce glare. His breathing started to quicken, becoming erratic and breathy. He knew that Hiro could hear his heart pounding because he could hear Hiro's racing heartbeat. Suguru's lips parted slightly as he breathed.

Finally with an impatient growl, Hiro raised his head and sealed the distance between them.

The kiss was rough and passionate, like nothing Suguru had ever experienced. Their lips were open when they met and Hiro wasted no time in invading Suguru's mouth with his hot tongue. He bit at Suguru's lips and sucked on them hard enough to bruise. When they finally had to pause for breath, Suguru wrenched his face away from Hiro's wide-eyed and quickly got up, backing away slightly as Hiro sat up.

Suguru was scared. He wanted Hiro so much that he could barely catch his breath. He loved him so much and had loved him for so long. But still, it scared him. Especially when Hiro finally raised his head towards him and Suguru saw his passion-darkened eyes stare hungrily at him. Hiro slowly got up and stalked over to Suguru, resting his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders. One of his hands slid the strap down Suguru's arm and he bent his mouth down to the juncture of Suguru's shoulder and neck when the obstacle was removed.

Suguru unconsciously tilted his head to allow Hiro better access and whimpered softly at the feeling of Hiro alternating kissing and sucking his skin. It was making the spot feel so hot and warm. Actually, Suguru's whole body felt hot and he was filled with a nervous energy. He didn't know how they made it to Hiro's bedroom, his mind tuned out the irrelevant details as he concentrated only on Hiro's lips. Suguru barely registered being pushed gently onto the bed and Hiro settled himself on top of him. And then he let go of everything.

"I'm not leaving in a wheelchair!"

"He's not leaving in a wheelchair."

Seguchi Tohma sighed as he opened the door to an outraged yell and a lower growl. The poor nurse in the room, this time it looked a young intern, shrunk at the determined twin glares. Yuki's glare was a little more intimidating, though, because although the black eye Hiro had given him had mostly faded, there was still a darker outline around one of his eyes, making him look much scarier. The poor nurse.

"B-but, it's hospital policy! Please, Shindou-san…" she pleaded to who she thought would be the more reasonable of the two.

But Shuichi refused to back down, of course, even when he noticed his boss enter the room,

"I can walk fine, it's not like my legs got hurt!"

Also noticing Tohma, the nurse turned to him, silently begging for help, but the blond man simply cocked his head slightly with a small smile,

"Actually, it won't do for Shindou to be seen a wheelchair," Shuichi looked in surprise at his boss, unbelieving that the man was actually backing him up, "You see, it wouldn't do for his fans to see his incapacitated like that. It would raise too many questions." One of his eyebrows arched elegantly as he met Shuichi's gaze, "And we don't want that, do we, Shindou-san?"

"Uh…no?" Confused but glad that he wouldn't have to leave the hospital in the wheelchair next to his bed, Shuichi just shrugged at his luck.

He was already sitting so standing up was only a matter of swinging his legs over the side of the bed. But when he tried to plant his feet on the cold tile floor and use them to support his body, he toppled over with a yell.

Yuki caught Shuichi effortlessly and supported him as the boy's legs gave out under him. Shuichi tried to stay standing by holding onto the bed, but even that wouldn't work and he settled for sitting back down on the bed. Shuichi leaned against the headboard as he tried to catch his breath.

"I-I…" he panted but couldn't seem to gulp enough air. Tohma's eyebrow arched even higher,

"I was going to say that although we can't have you in a wheelchair, you are in no condition to walk."

"You think?" Shuichi retorted before he could stop himself, "I…I mean, uh…"

But Tohma just smiled and shook his head as he turned to leave, "I'll leave you and Eiri-san to work out your departure." He called over his shoulder as he took the flustered nurse gently by the elbow, requesting that she take him to Sakano to check up on his employee. The nurse reluctantly left but kept glancing nervously back over her shoulder at her patient; it really was hospital policy and she didn't want to lose her job but…who could refuse Seguchi Tohma anything?

"Um…" Shuichi looked up at Yuki uncertainly, "Just how am I going to—"

He was cut off by a wad of clothes thrown into his face which muffled an indignant yell.

"Clothes." Yuki growled irritably and went to shut the door. He had had more than enough of visiting fans who took full advantage of Shuichi's backless hospital gown. That ass belonged to him and him alone. The obvious possessiveness was uncharacteristic of him, but he did have a breaking point and the handsome young male nurse who had playfully groped Shuichi's butt while checking his vitals had crossed it. Yuki growled just thinking about the incident. At least he had scared that man enough that he didn't see him again during the rest of Shuichi's stay.

"Yuki?"

Yuki turned back around and immediately winced, wishing that he had thought to pick out a paler shirt; the black one that Shuichi was wearing accentuated his paleness. Even with the blood transfusions, Shuichi was still missing a good amount of blood and it would take a while for his body to replace all that he had spilt.

"Uh…I can't…I mean, can you, uh…help me?"

Yuki was confused and his face showed it. Shuichi flushed a bright red and he looked away as he clarified,

"Uh..can you…helpmewithmypants?"

Yuki choked as he realized that Shuichi was fully dressed from the waist up but had nothing on from the waist down. Luckily the T-shirt was a longer one and afforded Shuichi some cover. Yuki smirked and walked over, picking up Shuichi and steadying him so he could pull up his boxers and pants with one hand, which he had been unable to do while sitting.

Shuichi's elbow was wrapped in gauze and the plastic supporter went over it, immobilizing the arm. A sling kept it near his body. Yuki wondered how he had even managed to get the T-shirt on by himself. He realized that Shuichi was having trouble with the button on his jeans and suppressed a chuckle as he reached down and helped him with it. Since his hand was down there anyway, Yuki let his hand trail south, just a little.

Shuichi squawked and jumped with surprise as he felt Yuki's hand grab him through the jeans,

"Yuki!!" this time Yuki did laugh and Shuichi stared wide-eyed up at his lover. It wasn't often that Yuki laughed. Or publicly groped him, for that matter. The novelist's undignified snickering ended quickly, but a tiny, smug smirk stayed on the novelist's lips and Shuichi snorted and muttered 'baka', which only made Yuki smirk wider.

Still blushing a tomato red but at least fully clothed, Shuichi finger-combed his hair and stepped into his shoes while still being supported in the circle of Yuki's arms. When he was done, on a sudden impulse, Yuki bent down and hooked an arm behind Shuichi's thighs and his other arm wrapped around the boy and cradled him to his chest.

"Y-Yuki?! What…?" Shuichi stuttered as he hung on to Yuki's shoulders with one hand. The injured one rested on his stomach with his body instinctively curled protectively around it.

"We're leaving. Tohma'll take care of the paperwork." And he carried Shuichi to the door, kicking it open, and proceeded calmly down the hall. Shuichi didn't feel calm at all. He flushed a bright red at the sight of all the people in the halls who stopped and stared at the couple. While he was savoring the fact that Yuki was being so caring so openly, the embarrassing extra attention made him bury his face in Yuki's neck.

Unfortunately, the media had somehow gotten wind that Shindou Shuichi was being released from the hospital and media crews and trucks, reporters and cameras were swarming the parking lot. As soon the sliding doors opened for Yuki and Shuichi, they were mobbed. The crowd jostled around them and closed behind them so there was no escape. Shuichi looked up once, but all the lights shining in his eyes and the microphones stuck in his face were making him claustrophobic, so he went back to hiding against Yuki.

Unfortunately for the crowd, Yuki's fuse had been dangerously short already and it finally snapped. He was about to start kicking people out of his way when rescue appeared. The crowd parted like the red sea for the black jeep that plowed insistently through. It stopped in front of Yuki, who snarled at the vehicle that was cutting him off.

Suddenly, a few rounds were fired into the air and people stumbled over themselves trying to get away from the jeep. The door opened and Yuki didn't hesitate to toss Shuichi in, jumping in after the boy.

K floored it out of the parking lot and was a few miles away before the panicking reporters thought to climb into their vans to follow the jeep.

Yuki turned to Shuichi, who was gasping for breath while leaning bonelessly against the opposite side of the car.

"Those fucking bastards!" he cursed. K worriedly glanced back at them through the rearview mirror.

"Is Shindou okay?"

Shuichi started coughing then as he tried to answer but managed to gasp out after a few seconds,

"Yeah, fine." Worry seeped into Yuki's stare as Shuichi struggled to catch his breath. Shuichi avoided it and managed not to rub at his burning chest. After a quarter of an hour, he finally toned down to the coughs to no more than a couple a minute and could actually breathe again.

"He's not catching something, is he?" K asked Yuki, looking in the mirror again, but Yuki didn't reply. Both of them were worried about the possibility of something like pneumonia. The chances were increased because Shuichi's immune system was vulnerable. The drugs that typically followed a transfusion weakened the immune system so it wouldn't attack the foreign blood. But the tradeoff was a generally weakened system that turned even a common cold into a life-threatening illness. Temporary AIDS in a bag.

That was one of the things the doctor had warned them about time and time again when Shuichi had decided to go home so soon. The doctors had tried to convince him to stay at least a few more days, but Shuichi wasn't going to risk anyone else finding out about his little secret.

Most of the trip was made in silence as each man kept to their own thoughts. K would glance at them in the mirror every few minutes. Yuki only stared out the window expressionlessly. Bored to death, Shuichi shifted around trying to get comfortable, but not succeeding. His injured arm kept getting in the way and the sling around his neck was starting to itch annoyingly. Blowing out air that ruffled his bangs, Shuichi leaned back against the leather seat and sulked.

He was caught totally off guard when Yuki reached over and grabbed his shoulders, sliding him along the bench seat until his head was in Yuki's lap. The jeep was wide enough that he could stretch out a little and his injured arm could lean against the back of the seat out of his way. Sighing contently and closing his eyes, Shuichi smiled brightly up at Yuki, who leaned down to gently press a kiss on his forehead. Shuichi had no idea what was making Yuki so tender and loving, but he wouldn't complain.

"Hey, Yuki?" Shuichi murmured as Yuki absently ran his fingers through pink bangs as he continued staring out the window.

"Hm."

"Did you know my concert's in a month?"

"3 weeks." K interrupted from the front in a flat voice,

"Nani?!" Shuichi exclaimed, his head jerking up from Yuki's lap.

"You were in the hospital since Thursday, it's Sunday."

Deciding not to repeat himself, Shuichi collapsed back into Yuki's lap. He couldn't believe that it had been 4 days. He had been in the hospital for 4 days?! It didn't seem that long. But then again, he had been asleep for much of that time. Then K's words really struck him and he sat up again,

"3 weeks?! But we still have to record that song and I still have to write another one!" Through the mirror, Shuichi saw K nod and couldn't make out his manager's expression with the sunglasses. "I'm screwed." Closing his eyes and letting his head fall back into Yuki's lap hopelessly, Shuichi opened them again when he heard an annoyed sigh.

"Stop moving your damn head so much." Yuki growled at him, refusing to meet his eyes. Shuichi's eyes widened as he realized what Yuki was referring to and a sly grin flashed across his face. He started to leisurely move his head around in Yuki's lap and snickered as he felt his 'pillow' hardening.

"What the hell!" Yuki cursed as he struggled to get Shuichi off him, but stopped when he realized the manager was looking back through the mirror at them curiously. It wouldn't do to have the American see his 'little problem'. Yuki leaned close to hiss in Shuichi's ear,

"You will pay for this."

Shuichi shivered at the lustful voice before grinning cheekily at his lover,

"Promise?"

Yuki snorted and drawled sarcastically, "Scout's honor." Shuichi raised an eyebrow and snorted and was answered by another snort,

"Wait until you get home. I don't want stains on my seats." K said flatly as Shuichi choked. He didn't know his manager had overheard them. Yet again, Shuichi felt a blush spread from his hairline to his neckline.

"Mind your own fucking business," Yuki growled, mad at being interrupted in their foreplay. He sulked the rest of the trip.

Shuichi sighed and sat up, leaning his forehead on his window as he watched them pass cars and looked at the changing colors of the leaves of the trees. The boredom was giving him too much time to think about things that…he didn't want to think about. Like his life. He sighed quietly, his breath misting on the cool window. Truthfully, there was no other choice. But, sometimes, it was just so hard to let go.

A/n: Hm...well, I'm happy with the length of this chapter. It's, as you see, very long. About twice as long as my normal chapters. It's such a different style though, and that's what made it long, not really any more content. Hey, K is back! Yay! And Hiro is seriously messed up. I swear just last chapter he got all mad at Suguru after a little kiss and now they're sleeping together?! What the heck?? Hiro, you are starting to be a messed up guy.

And Yuki's being sweet. Too sweet. O.o; Why's Yuki so OOC and nice? Why's he...flirty?!

But the all-important question...is the jeep good for K? I was thinking about making it a Hummer, but then decided, nah. Just kidding. The real all-important thing is...what will happen next time?

The answer is...a little walk, a little talk, and a little tiny kiss. Okay, maybe not so tiny. I'll leave you all wondering what I'm babbling about. Think about it! (all of it. This whole a/n is filled with clues)

REVIEWS:

Kadzuki Fuchoin: Kill Shuichi?? Ack, I don't know about that. I love him so much! But it'd be the easy end to the story. Should I take the easy way out or work at a convincing way to save him? I don't know!! We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Shuichi has, give or take a month at least. We'll see what happens in that time. Seki Tomokazu is wonderful isn't he? I want to marry that man someday. If I can get my hands on Initial D, I'll try to watch it. Anything for Seki, hehe.

Mischa Kitsune: Wow, 12 reviews! And I'm replying every single on of them. Here goes...

ch1-Grammer...ack, I can't stand the technical. If it sounds good, I go with it. Sentence structure collapses in my fics, but I can't give up one word sentences for dramatics. Enjoy!

ch2-Cancer? nervous laughter Whatever makes you think that at such an early chapter? Wow, am I being too obvious or are you just too observant? Feel free to review like this, I thought it was very fun, especially responding to all these. I get to ramble. Hehe

ch3-I'm glad Yuki's IC. His subtleness is so much harder to write than Shuichi's hyperness. Plot, what plot? hehe

ch4-Yuki or Hiro? Hehe, guess you go for the tall, quiet type. I'm stuck between Shuichi and Ryuichi myself. But they're so alike that it's impossible to decide.

ch5-hehe, you guessed right. I also do have something against smoking, it's not healthy, but this story isn't an allegory, well, not much, at least. That's great that you can skip over the mistakes. I know they're there, but I just haven't had the time to go back through and fix them, to be truthful. I should, since I hate it when an awesome flowing sentence gets broken by a stupid spelling/grammer typo.

ch6-Hehe, yes, I have a fondness for cliffhangers, but I think I'm getting over it. At least you started reading when there was another chapter to go on to, instead of waiting weeks for me to update! hehe

ch7-I love Yuki, Shuichi, Ryuichi, Suguru, Hiro, and a bunch of others, hehe. They're all so cute and when you look beyond that, such complex and memorable characters. Are you sure it was the nurse? I think you might mean the doctor. Personally, I try to avoid OCs, but I liked her. Very calm, hehe. Suguru, I wasn't really sure on until I started this fic. Then when I had to describe him, I looked up some pics of the anime. It's a very unique green, I like it. IC?! Wow, that's awesome!

ch8-lol, thank you. I need more fluff though, hehe

ch9-Yeah, Chapter 9 really wasn't my favorite chapter. I've contemplated taking it down since I first put it up. It's very depressing and angsty and scary in a way.

ch10-Feed the mules? lol, that sounds fun! Bestseller?! No way. I actually don't really like my writing style much. At all. hehe, I'm constantly trying to change it. But I'm glad someone likes it!
ch11-Yeah, I have a bunch of Gravi songs, almost all of them. One of the ones I know I'm missing is 'Welcome to My Romance' and I've been looking for it forever. If you have it, I'd be so thankful if I could get it from you! Or any other songs that I don't have. I do have MSN messenger, e-mail me sometime and I'll send you my e-mail for it privately. I haven't seen any animes with Seki-san other than Gravi, but I've been dying to read/watch Weiss Kreuz. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to get my hands on any english translations.

ch12-I love Hiro and Suguru, heck, I love almost all the Gravi chars. I'm glad you liked the bit about Sakano. Yuki plushie?? I already have a Kuma plushie and some Gravi pins, but no character plushies. Cool!! grabs

Kitty in the Box: Nope, not letting the cat of the bag yet. Or kitty out of the box. Hehe, sorry, bad joke/pun, whatever that was. Yuki won't know for a while and there'll be parts that'll just make your heart ache, because they're so bittersweet. A little Hiro/Suguru thing? Well, that kinda grew, just a little. Hehe, Hiro really moves fast. Ryuichi's mind...well, don't worry. I don't think I'll make him into a psychotic or anything, but his part is definitely NOT going to be an adorable idiot. It's such a...degrading role for a genius like Ryuichi. He's misunderstood, that's what I think. Anyway, hope this update was soon enough for you!

Wonderful Teru: Thank you! I agree, I think this is getting better as it goes. Or at least I hope so! Hehe, we'll see, ne?

goku-the-saru: Yuki is going into the self-pity a little, but I think it's justified. Usually I hate self-pity, it always seems so whiny, but Yuki can complain a little about his life. I give him free reign to pout, hehe.

Ikari Shinji-kun: Hey, this chapter lightened up a bit! I tried to change the pace a little, the angst was getting a little heavy. Just a bit. There's some humor at rather inopportune moments though. And much of it seems to come from K. O.o; I like the guy, but I can't help thinking that Murakami-san treats him like a joke most of the time. So I guess I will too. Hehe, we'll see how things work out, if they do.

Aya Sanguinis: Hehe, I love stories that I can cry to! Poor Yuki, yes. Poor all of them, I make them all suffer so much! lol, I'm such a sadistical writer

Anime Writer2: Yep, uh, I think it's called dramatic irony. The reader knows something but the character doesn't. Wonderfully frustrating, isn't it? Hehe, anyway, I don't plan on Yuki finding out for a while, but yes, it will be so sad when he does! Poor Yuki. I like the whole unrequited love with Hiro and Shuichi, but I thought I'd try to write Suguru in the story more. I like him a lot, and I don't like how he gets treated in the manga. So in my fic, he gets a better, part, hehe. Personally, I like Hiro as straight better than him and Shuichi together, but that's just me. But I'd also rather him be paired with Shuichi than Ayaka, so is that a contradiction?? Anyway, glad ya like Ryu and thanks for the great review!

clari chan: Hehe, thank you, I'm glad you liked it. I understand the bloodiness (especially Chapter 9) is not for everyone. I had trouble even writing it. Anyway, I'm glad you still like my fic anyway, hope you liked this chapter!

sweet chaos: hehe, I know what you mean. Sorry for not updating for so long!

Inuyashagurl: Thanks! I'm glad you like it!

futagoakuma-tenshi02: Oh, I'm sorry you're sick! I have whatever fall cold is going around too and the coughing, sneezing and sniffling is so annoying. Hope you get better soon!

demonic faye: Hehe, I'm glad you still like it! Hehe, my fic is a drug. How fun. I guess that makes me the drug dealer then? Oh yep. I can just see myself in a dark alley with one of those trenchcoats with the collar up. lol

Megamie: I am loving the HiroxSuguru thing. Especially since the YuShu relationship in this fic is already pretty much established. It's fun to write a new, bumbling relationship! Hope you like it!

Wow, I am loving this feedback. You guys are so awesome and I'm just blown away by these reviews. As always, keep them coming! (by the time I get here to the end, my creativity is sucked dry. Sorry I can't think of better ways to ask for reviews!) But seriously, tell me what you think, especially of this long chapter. Is it too long? Should I go back to what it was like before? Yes/No? Review!