AN: Welcome back to my house of drama! I'm such a naive sap. It's very pathetic.

Muse: Yes, you are pathetic.

Me: Sticks tongue out Ngh! Mutters Stupid Muse. I hate you!

All right! Back to this stupid drama that I can't get out of my head and that's the only reason I'm writing it. That, and the fact that my Muse gives me nightmares if I don't. So you should thank her, um him umm... It! For lack of a better word, my Muse has become an it!

Woot!

Back to the story.

Disclaimer: (I noticed my failure to post this in past chapters, so here it is.) I'm pretty sure that Maki Murakami's much shorter and much older than I. So obviously, I don't own gravitation. Cries. WAAH!

Flashback

I bounced in my seat. "I can't believe that we're going out! We always have Thanksgiving at home!"

Maiko smiled onmy left and Hiro chuckled on my right.

We all sat in the back of the car as my father drove with my mother up front.

"Well," My Mother commented. "It is to celebrate your new career!"

I could just feel the pride radiating off of my family and friend.

I smiled in happiness.

"We're so proud that a publisher signed you on so soon!" My mother added.

"Thanks mom."

My father turned to smile at me as a truck coming at us swerved into our lane.

"Look out!" I shouted.

I heard this horrible screeching sound and as the two vehicles crashed together my world went black.

End Flashback

I started shaking uncontrollably and a pair of arms wrapped around me, drawing my small frame in up close. The man didn't say anything: He didn't have to.

All I needed was silent comfort, however questionable it was.

Am I attracted to him? I asked myself I was enjoying his company a little more than I should.

Yuki looked at me sleeping his lap. When Quiet, He is really cute. "Boy, you are one messed up kid." He murmured.

He carefully shifted me off of his lap and covered me with a blanket.

Yuki padded into his study and sat down while grabbing his phone.

He pushed speed dial and a cheerful voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Tohma, I need a favor."

"Yes Eiri?"

"Can you do a background check on a certain Shindou Shuichi?"

"Of course. May I ask how you know this Shindou-san and what you currently know about him?"

"He's a..." He hesitated. "Friend. He's and Author, his editor is a Mizuki, and all relatives are deceased."

"All right. How about what he looks like. Age?"

"19. 5 foot.(something, I don't really know his heighth sweatdrop)" He smirked. "Bright pink hair and amethyst eyes."

"Handsome Eiri?"

"No." He said firmly. "Too childish. Find out what you can on his past. Say, how his parents or siblings died."

Tohma chuckled. "Always direct and to the point. Anything else?"

"No." He smirked. "Thanks."

"Anything, Anytime Eiri."

"'Bye."

He turned off the phone and walked to the kitchen. In his experience, he knew that I would be hungry when I woke up.

I woke up to the smell of rice and soup floating through the air. I got up and wandered into the kitchen to see Yuki placing two meals on the table. We sat down and ate in silence. But it was comforting. Yuki reminded me of my old counselor, except he didn't interrogate me constantly; which I was grateful for. I felt like I belonged here. Here with Yuki. Except for one problem.

I set my chopsticks down. "Who are you?"

Yuki started to open his mouth.

"Don't give me any monosyllabic answers though." I interrupted.

He smirked. "I don't have to tell you."

"Huh?"

"You've had your company for the night, and you seem to be finished with dinner." He nodded at my plate. "It's 6pm so go home."

I found myself propelled towards the door and thrown out as the door shut and locked behind me.

I threw myself against the door, pounding on it with my fists. "Yuki!" I wailed. "Let me back in!"

"And you're not my friend!" I heard shouted on the other side.

I slumped down with my back against the door.

Unbeknownst to me, Yuki did likewise.

We both sighed and thought in anguish What is it that draws me towards this person? Of all people, why him?

I got up and exited the building, my head drooping.

"What do I need him for anyways?" I straightened.

"He's a jerk anyways."

I turned off the lane and walked along the rows of dark and empty shops. Empty of people anyways. Something caught my eye though.

"Wow, records shop!" I had been so busy working that I hadn't been to one in a long time. Even pressing my face up against the window and drooling sounded appealing.

I cupped my hands around my face and peered in. There was a bright display featuring Yuki Eiri and The Unfortunates.

I shrugged and started to walk off.

"Matte. Yuki Eiri?" I plastered my face back onto the window. "He's a famous pop star!" I shrieked.

A week later Yuki sat back on his couch with a manila envelope hanging limply in his hand.

He puffed on his cigarette for a moment then went, to his study. He sat down in his chair and spread the contents out on his desk.

Pictures as well as Bios met his eyes. Smiling individual portraits as well as group photos flashed at him. Apparently all the people (Excluding Shuichi of course) had died in a car wreck on their way to have dinner out on thanksgiving last year. All had dies on impact, including the freight truck driver who had crashed into them.

Yuki felt his throat constrict. This boy is all alone with depression and is trying to make a living off of writing. He shook his head in wonder and read on. The boy wasn't even mentally stable in the first place. He was teetering on the edge and finally got shoved off.

"By a freight truck." He added dryly in a dead pan voice.

He heard the front door open and the thudding of feet running down the hallway.

"Shit. I should've locked the door."

He opened an empty drawer and hurriedly made sure all of the info went in. Then, locked it and grabbed a book.

I thudded down the hall and slid to a stop in front of the door.

Yuki looked up from his book at me. "What are doing here? You know, I can report you for breaking and entering."

"Why didn't you tell me that you were the famous pop star Yuki Eiri!"

"I didn't hide it from you or anything. I thought that maybe you already knew."

I looked at him in disbelief. "Why would you think that?" I mean, I did ask you who you were the other day.

I guess I took it for granted that most people who want to be close to me are obsessed fans."

"Well I'm not." I said furiously.

"It never occurred to me that someone would be so stupid as to fall for me on their own."

I ignored that comment. "Is that why I haven't been able to get a hold of you?" I frowned. "Are you out all of the time because you're famous?"

"Why are you here?"

I looked at my feet. "I had someone approach me about you not long ago."

He grunted but did not look up from his book.

"He wants you t visit your family."

"Tohma." He muttered scathingly. He stood up and slammed his book on his desk. "What does he think he's doing? Did he pay you to convince me to talk to my father? If he did, why did you tell me about him?"

I looked up with unshed tears in my eyes. "I told you because I didn't except money or anything form him. I told him it was your choice and that you had to realize on your own that you needed to go."

"You're lying. How much did he pay you? $100? $500?" He advanced closer with a mask of pure malice on his face.

"$1000?"

"Yuki." I stated bravely. "Even if I do convince you to go, know that I would never do it for money."

"Why. Why should you bother to help me if you're the one who needs help?" He asked, taken aback.

"Because you are more important!" I threw myself into a kiss with him. "I care about you, Yuki!" I announced when I drew back. "I'd do anything for you." There. I admitted it. That wasn't so bad, now was it?

Why does he care so much about a messed up person like myself? Yuki thought as he frowned in distaste. How could he tell that I needed help anyways?"Nobody does something for nothing." He said as he stalked off.

"I need you too, Yuki." I commented to keep myself from crying. Dammit. Why does this man make me cry so much?

"Why do you think I need you?" He asked curiously as he paused in the doorway for a moment.

"Don't you feel gravitated towards me? Weren't you the one to kiss me first? I think that you keep saying that you don't like men because you are in denial."

"What if I am?" Yuki asked, surprising the both of us.

"Fine." He sighed. "I'll give you a chance." He turned to face me with a ticket in his hand. "Be at my concert on Friday." I walked to him and reached for the slip of paper.

As I grabbed it, he didn't immediately let go and his hand covered mine. He leaned close until I felt his hot breath on my neck.

I shivered.

He lipped my ear and whispered "I'll be waiting."

I'm getting to love these cliffies. Aren't you? MWAHAHAHA! I'm so evil.