Hi guys! Sorry that it took me a while to post up my second chapter, I just didn't want to rush it and make it very sloppy. Anyways lets begin:

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, but some day I will!...T-T Maybe in mydreams...
Asho (friend)- pops in NO I WILL OWN GRAVITATION! steals
Me- O-o ... well.. - I'm not the one whos gonna be sued.

:.Hiroshi's Point of View.:

"What a relaxing day!" I yell out. It is a relaxing day, especially since I'm taking a walk through the park, but even on a relaxing day I'm hard at work. I'm listening to some of the newly composed work of Bad Luck through a pair of headphones. I can't hear anything else but the music blaring through the headphones. I guess I have the volume very high, but that is only because I'm listening very closely at my parts for my mistakes, or for parts that I can modify to make the song sound better. Each little mistake and ideas for tweaks, are being written down in a little red notepad. Basically I'm minding my own business while walking through the park.

I was in the middle of writing some notes into my notepad when suddenly, I hear the loud wailing of a siren. The siren was one that symbolized death, or the proximity of death. The siren was that of an ambulance. I turn around to find that I was correct, and that the ambulance was racing right at me. I jump out of its path and land in some bushes. I didn't notice that when I jumped out of its path, that I made someone else fall into the bushes with me. I consider myself lucky that I wasn't run over by that white demon of a vehicle, but as fate would have it, I got myself into more trouble. When I felt the person under me start to struggle, I got up instantly and began to apologize to him. It was then that I noticed that the person I toppled over had friends. The glares at me as he gets up with the help of his friends. They stare at me for a short while and continue on their way. Apparently they were running away from someone or something when I crashed into them.

I stare at them as they leave. For some odd reason, I felt like I knew one of them, but I just can't seem to remember who he is. I shrug it off to be unimportant, and was about to turn around and continue on my way, when I suddenly notice that one of the men was carrying a gun. Instantly, I go into a panic and think "I could've died twice within less than five minutes!" I calm myself down by saying that I should be glad that luck was on my side today. I continue on my way, unknowingly following the trail of the ambulance.

My walk is very pleasant, but it was soon disrupted once again I saw the same ambulance that nearly ran me over just a few moments ago. I start walking in the direction of the vehicle, just wanting to have a chat with the driver on how to avoid having to take more than one person to the hospital on one trip. To my horror, I spot familiar pink-haired boy kneeling in a crimson puddle. I instantly think that he has been hurt, but that was until I spot a blonde man covered in a crimson liquid, being taken away on a stretcher. My mind starts to put what I just saw together, and that was when it hit me. Yuki was hurt, and Shuichi was there with him. I stare in horror as the novelist continues bleeding as he is taken inside of the ambulance. I can't believe that so much blood can come from one man. Then the medics close the doors of the ambulance, and it instantly starts wailing its siren as it goes towards the direction of the fastest route to the hospital. I watch it speed off and disappear among the other cars on the street. When it disappears, I turn my attention back to the pink-haired boy, who happened to be my friend- my best friend. My friend who always came to me whenever he was upset, the friend that always seemed to find a way to brighten up anyone's day, my friend, Shuichi.

I call out to him, but he doesn't seem to hear me. He seems to be hypnotized by something he picked up from the puddle he was kneeling in. The object was small, so I couldn't see it. I grow worried and start running towards Shuichi, calling his name once again, hoping to snap him out of the trance he is in. This time he responds, but he responds in a way that I didn't expect him to. He began to cry. While he was crying, he dropped the object and buried his face into his hands. I stop running and stand only a few feet away from him. His tears start to make my heart ache, which aches because my best friend is crying. Don't get me wrong, but Shuichi always cried about something unimportant and would just laugh about his silly mistake afterwards. This time was very different than all the other times he has cried. This time his tears are full of sorrow, concern and they were also tears filled with love and there was no way of telling if he would even smile again.

Somehow my eyes start searching through the deep red puddle that Shuichi is in. Unknowingly, I was looking for the object that he had dropped earlier. I spot the object, and my eyes grow wide in shock. "How could I have forgotten that today was their anniversary!" was the thought that popped into my head. Tears start forming, "How can life be so cruel to Shuichi? Yuki was taken away from him right on their anniversary. He doesn't deserve to be this sad, he deserves everything good in life." With no doubt in my mind, I knew that Shuichi was broken and he was broken from the inside out, starting with his heart.

The little object that Shuichi dropped was a ring, and it was an important one at that. I know this not by looking at it, but by knowing that the beautiful ring was bought out of the love Yuki has for Shuichi. I put the ring in my pocket and embrace my broken friend from behind him. I know that Shuichi did not care who was hugging him because if I were in his situation, I wouldn't care either. So I let him cry in my arms for what seemed like hours, but in fact, the hours were only a couple of minutes. I thought that Shuichi had cried enough, so I started to slowly lift him to his feet. At first, he refused to budge, but the pink-haired mess eventually gave in.

When Shuichi was finally standing on his feet, he turns around and starts crying on my chest. I hug him once more as he continues to cry his warm sorrowful tears. I look down at his face and notice that he has some dried up blood on his porcelain-like face. Some of the blood was mixed in with his tears and they stained his face with a brown smudge. I dig into my right pocket and take out a napkin that always seem to carry, but never really had any use for. I start to gently wipe the blood off of his face and I do so with fear, the fear of breaking him.

To me, Shuichi has turned into a porcelain doll with a small crack at the chest that seemed to be spreading to other parts of his body. This is why I am afraid to break him. I finish wiping his face and tell him, "Lets go to the hospital." He slowly lifts his head so that he could see my face. I stare into his violet, watery eyes, and feel like all the happiness in the world has faded away. He stares back at me and slowly nods his head.

We walk out of the park and head towards my motorcycle. When we reach my motorcycle, I put on my helmet and then I hand Shuichi my spare helmet which he mechanically puts on. It seems as if he were programed to put the helmet on since he had a far away stare, as if he were reliving whatever happened in his head. I climb onto my motorcycle and wait for him to get on, after a while I don't sense him moving so I turn around to see what was taking him so long. I discover that he was staring sadly at the ground. I want to take him to the hospital so that he can be with Yuki, but if he keeps staring at the ground, we won't make any progress. "Get on, Shu" I tell him, and he gloomily takes a seat behind me. Then he weakly wraps his arms around my torso, something that won't help me take him to the hospital at the maximum speed of my motorcycle so I tell him, "Hold on tightly, Shu, I'm going to go at full speed so that we can catch up to the ambulance." Wordlessly and instantly, his grip tightens.

I'm worried. Worried that my dear friend will never mend his wounds and become better, for the only one that can make him act his old self, a certain novelist, was on his way to the hospital for reasons that I still do not know about. "Shuichi will tell me eventually," I mutter under my breath and speed off in the direction that the ambulance took to get to the hospital.

I start racing between cars at speeds I have never before thought were possible to reach on my motorcycle. I'll admit that this is the first time that I've ever dared to test the speed of my motorcycle, but I don't care about that, I just want my pink-haired friend to see his love before he is completely broken. One way or another, we hit the afternoon traffic. This forces me to concentrate even harder on what I am doing if I want to continue going at such a high speed, but I don't forget about the fragile arms that are at my torso, not for an instant. As I swerve around the cars and trucks that are causing the traffic, I start to faintly hear the wailing of the ambulance, that was rapidly approaching the hospital. Shuichi must've heard it as well since he tightens his grip on me considerably. His grip is so tight, that I think that he will cause me to suffocate because of the lack of oxygen, I don't mind that because he shows that he cares for Yuki and that he wants to be by his side, no matter what.

We arrive at the hospital shortly after the ambulance had arrived. As we stop in front of the building, my whole body starts shaking. Although I haven't been to the hospital very often, I know what it stands for. It stands for death, sadness, loneliness, heartache, and sometimes... it can bring joy when a baby is born, but overall it stands for death and the emotions that accompany it. Those emotions are what Shuichi is currently feeling in his crumbling heart. As soon as I come to a complete stop, he jumps off and races through the sliding doors. When he jumped off he said the name of his beloved, "Yuki," he said in an almost inaudible whisper.

I stare at the doors for a while, thinking what I should do. "Should I leave him here, alone- No! I can't abandon my best friend when he needs me the most." After pondering what I was going to do, I drive towards the hospital's parking lot that was filled with an endless sea of cars. Luckily I was able to find a space in a matter of seconds. I quickly park my motorcycle and make a dash towards the entrance that Shuichi went through. When I reach the doors, I stop myself and wait for the door to open, when it does so, I walk in and towards the reception desk. As I near the reception desk, I open my mouth to say something, but before I utter a word, one of the nurses behind the desk squeals a high-pitch squeal that must've deafen some dogs nearby.

She begins to ramble about seeing Suguru next, and that Bad Luck is the best, and more pointless and unimportant things which I have no time for. I try to politely interrupt her, but she continues her rambling and I start to slowly lose my patience with her. Suddenly, I just snap and slam my fist on the desk and demand her to tell me where Shuichi was. She jumps back, startled, and I apologize for my not controlling my temper. Then I proceed to tell her that it is very important that I find Shuichi because he is very upset. When I am done telling her this she begins her own apology too, saying, "I'm sorry. It was very unprofessional of me to start acting like a fan-girl when I'm working." then she moves around the desk and asks me to follow her down the white death scented hallways. I follow her down the hallways for what seems like hours, but I'm pretty sure it was just a few minutes. We finally reach one of the many waiting rooms in the hospital and the nurse tells me that Shuichi was in this room then she turns and leaves.

I look around the room and see many pale faces, faces that are pale because of their fear of losing a loved one. Amongst the endless sea of pale faces was a pale face covered by pink hair that was at one of the corners of the waiting room. Shuichi was sitting in a corner sobbing into his hands. I walk over to him and sit next to him and, almost instantly, he turns towards me and embraces me, crying his tears onto my shirt. I embrace him back while he continues to sob into my chest. He croaks out "Why did this have to happen!" My heart goes out to him. I want to cry along with him, but I chose not to because I needed to be strong for him.

I don't know how long we stay like this, hugging each other, but I know it must've been more that three hours. Within those three or more hours, Shuichi tells me bits and pieces of what happened in the park. I guessed that the guys that I bumped into might've been the same people that tired to shoot Shuichi, but instead shot Yuki.

I hear the sound of the emergency room's metal doors being pushed, and I lift my head. I spot a doctor walking through them who seems very tired and somewhat sad, it was almost as if his soul was drained from his body. He walks over to the reception desk and talks to one of the nurses behind it. While he was talking to the nurse I spot some crimson dots on his white coat.

This must've been one of the doctors who attended to Yuki.

Okay guys! that was the second chapter of "Crimson Bullet"
Thank you to my first four reviewers! (I don't know if you want to be mentioned, so I won't mention any names.. )

Note about the third chapter: It won't be up for a while since I have Mid-terms comming up, and after that is done,I'll be going to Washington D.C. (o.o I'm going to steal a bush from the president's yard and sell it on e-bay XD j/k)

Please review, it motivates me a lot... - Also, it would help me a great deal if you gave me a few ideas, suggestions, corrections, anything is good. It will help me write my stories better.

Asho- I WILL OWN GRAVITATION! is being taken away in a straight jacket
Me- o.o um... walks away slowly