Author's Note: I'm really sorry how long this took, but this has been revised for so many times and been in writing for at least six months. And I hope you'll forgive the course I'm taking, so be forewarned. And it's subjected to change, :sigh: even with all this work thrown in it.

Disclaimer: Nobody of Gravitation belongs to me, and I'm making no profit off of this.

Chapter Four: Damned for Eternity

"Experiment?" Shock seems to slowly effuse through the empty-headed thoughts of one Shindou Shuichi.

Aiwaza, looking more pissed by the moment, grabs a pan full of medical instruments and throws them against the door. " I said, your FUCKING EXPERIMENT IS AWAKE!"

The door opens promptly, and Dr. Saeki steps through the door, strolling in slowly with a smile on her lips, and her hands on her hips.

"He's a human being. I doubt that he'll like for you for him to refer to him that way."

"Oh? So what do you call a guinea pig piled with drugs?"

"Temper, temper. Has someone not been on their medication today?"

"Damn it! He stole my place! Why is he here now? I thought you said this was all for the sake of revenge!"

Aiwaza roughly pulls Shindou shirt. "This piece of shit deserves to die. How could he take the number one spot!"

Suddenly the doctor's eyes grew sharp and intense, but she knelt down, her movements slow in picking up the fallen utensils on the floor. Her tone held no hint of malice. " You know Aizawa, these things here aren't toys for you to throw when you have temper tantrum. I mean, these things could easily piece one's…." She looks up with a scalpel in her hand, and throws with a deft twist of her wrist, " Throat." The scalpel narrowly missed slicing the side of his neck, and crashed harmlessly into the wall. Aiwaza let go of Shindou immediately and slid to the floor, his eyes blank and unseeing.

"Dr. Saekicough cough ….?" Shindou thought Aizawa actions might leave bruises.

"He's not real. He's a program. Fear makes him shut down, just like the real one. This pathetic piece of trash is what you been programmed to love , but the real body and person has been dead several months. Dying of overdose, isn't the way the washed up stars go? "

Shindou could not process this. Was he in some dream where sci-fi conspiracy was normal?

"But , but, why am I here? What did …, it him, what was it, what was wrong with the drugs?"

The doctor smiles brightly, and chuckles. "My, got you there. It's true that Aiwaza overdosed but he's still living and breathing as you can see…" She came closer, feels Aizawa pulse, and frowns.

Shindou avoids the scene and tries to get his bearing by looking around the weird room almost completely covered in stainless steel. "That's odd. He should be…, no matter…"

The doctor looks up and leans across the bed to stare at Shindou's face. " As you might have guessed, Aizawa was very eager to see you ruined. I merely tried to help him, but I guess he wasn't to it." She leans suddenly across the bed, her face right next to his. "Your colors seem better, which is perfect because you must be in the best health for these news." Shindou felt tensed at the unexpected intimacy and news.

The woman positions herself to whisper in the pink haired singer ear seductively, like a song of the devil. "I'm not Dr. Saeki. But I did switch your drugs for an experimental brainwashing conditioning drug, which I assumed would not have worked so well if your lover was well and whole."

The singer pushed the overly intimate and close woman away. Ignoring his actions, she twirls around to fool around with syringes across the room, speaking happily "Ah yes. I heard about your relationship. A true red burning passionate relationship with a …male, which I found quite odd as there were no indications that you were "in the closet" as those quaint Americans like to say."

"I love Aiza, I mean Yuki for Yuki. It didn't matter if he was a guy!" Shindou felt shaken, like his world was being stirred, shaken, and put on display for the world to see.

"Doesn't matter. You liked this guy, this bastard who took my brother away from me." Did he hear right? She turns around again smiling a vacant smile. "See this syringe? It's filled with a drug that is 100 times more lethal than the doses you been taking and more effective as well. But I don't want use it Shindou kun, I don't. So, be a good boy won't you." In a blink of a eye, she was across the room, caressing his cheek gently, "One Uesegri Yuki is hospitalized right now because of almost lethal poison. He is in a vegetable state right now, a coma where his nightmares will definitely play out over and over. I can put him out of his misery, or I'm sure you would rather, bring him back. Of course, there are strings attached."

Shindou Shiuchi felt the whole situation was becoming more and more surreal.

"One, break up with Bad Luck." Shindou Shuichi almost shot out of bed at that suggestion.

"Two, go solo in America, avoiding all contact with any of NG, including Sakuma, Seguichi, and K."

"Three, endure any and all training that you are forced to undertake."

The fake Dr. Saeki tilts the boy's chin so he looked directly in her face.

"It's really your choice. You'll be able to return to Japan in exactly eight years and four months to this day."

She wrapped her arms around him. To Shindou's surprise, he heard sobbing and droplets of water soaking his back.

Taking a deep breath, and unsure what to do in the situation, Shindou could only blurt out

"Where's Hiro?"

Somewhere else….

"What the fuck is this!" Hiro bolts out of bed, breathing heavily and sweating. "What? Shindou? Seguichi? Sakano? Suugaku?" He was in his own bed, so was it all a nightmare?

Upon getting up to get to the phone, he realizes that he feels intensely dizzy and lies back down. Shindou could wait a day. Even if there were problems, he'll come out fine. Bitterly the thoughts that Hiro seemed to hide in his heart came overflowing out.

"My world circled around him, and my delinquent brother. I was to go to medical school and become a great doctor. My parent's hopes were on me. My brother life seemed so carefree, but I knew what price it came at. Instead I follow the idiot and become an idol guitarist. Why? Why did I give up the promise I made so long ago? It was fun. Did I not want to stop?"

Hiro covered his face as to block the thoughts the pitch-black apartment reflected back at him.

But it was fun, carefree, and almost without worries. Despite the dirty dealings that Shindou may or may not have known, Hiro still stayed, after threatening to quit twice. His charisma and talent drew all eyes to him, but he had eyes only for two things. All else really didn't matter….

Was he part of that group?

Screw it.

"Ayeka…can we talk?"

Somewhere else…

'I knew I shouldn't have gone with them…" Suugaku woke up with a pounding headache. "What the heck was I thinking? Oh right, things weren't going to be boring with him around…."

Shadows cast a umbrage across his face. "And if I weren't such a good copy of Seguichi, would I even be here. It's ridiculous"

The place was dark and damp, fitting Suugaku ill mood. "I'm a brat, so what?"

No one responded to his inane remark.

"I guess I'm stuck here."

"Da din din da don"

The rain of blood that flows

Colors my hair, as it shines and darkens with the light

How could I even consider that normal way, blinded?

K slowly came to, and his foggy vision and sense told him that he was in danger. "What do you want?" he calmly asks the people in dark clothing and scary noh masks that have guns pointed at him.

"Give up on NG"

"No can do. I have debts and a bands to make famous"

"You don't need NG."

"What's that thing that you Japanese, if you are, so proud of? Samarui Spirit? Well, I have it too. I'm not in the habit of betraying my employers."

"Not your friends?"

"Business is business sometimes."

"You're colder than I thought, K-san. You really changed" A feminie voice rang like pretty bells, as a figure stepped forward and took off her mask.

"Andy…you're alive?"

"No shock on meeting your dead ex-wife? I mean you left me to die and everything…"

It was dark, and it was hard to tell, so it could be a fake. He didn't have anything to worry about.

"What can I say? I let bygones be bygones…Cest la vie"

The lights went on in the warehouse, and he could see her very clearly now, and there was no mistake.

The light glinted off those deranged eyes, and the knife she held like her own child.

"This just gets worse and worse…"

Authors Note: Haha, I'm sooooo going OOC. I'm sorry for this turn of events, but here's the thing would you guys like me to follow Shuichi, or flash forward? These loose ends will be tied up soon, and the actual idea I had in the my head when I started this fic hasn't materialized it. I assure you, I am not making any characters Mary Sues, but it's hard to dig up dirty pasts and make the characters go further without introducing anything new. Please forgive me, but tell me what you think.