A/n: Hello everyone. This is my first fan-fic that I have ever written. I'm asking you anyone and those who are highly skilled with writing fan-fics, if you could please tell me how to improve my writing. It would be very appreciated and that I do hope that you all enjoy the first chapter of Frustration fits best.

- Muraki

Disclaimer: As for all fan-fics go with having disclaimers. I do not own Gravitation or any of the characters. They are all property of Murakami Maki.

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How many days, months, and years do I have to spend living in this place called hell? Since I am living with a life-long condition, the blood inside me seems to seep out of my mouth and onto my own hands. It almost looks as if I had killed someone with my bare hands.

Yet, it's surprising how I've struggled to keep myself in one piece. Tohma was there for me after the accident happened. I drove Yuki to the deep end of the pool and he ended up shot because of him trying to rape me that night. Even though it was the only way to stop him, but it wasn't what I meant to do.

I just wish I could say I'm sorry but the images of his devious face haunt me until this day. Reminding me of the day I had first met the "brat." The same pink-haired, pop singer who had fell in love with someone like me.

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KnockKnock. The knocking on the door had kicked him out of his dreadful thoughts. He was sitting at his desk, trying to think of what to write but got distracted by the thoughts of his horrible past. Slowly, he rised from his seat and took off his glasses as he set them down on the desk. He walked over to the door of his office, and opened it. He would walk out into the hallway to greet the person who was at his front door.

"Hey Yuki, do you have a minute?"

He had heard a familiar voice. It was that second-rate guitarist who went by the name of Nakano Hiroshi or just plain Hiro, which is what the brat always called him.

"I was working but what do you want?"

"It's about Shuichi. He hasn't been exactly happy. I was wondering if you'd be able to talk to him, and see what the problem was. He has been ignoring me and the others, and I thought it would be a good idea if you talked to him, straighten it up, and get him back onto his feet."

He seemed a little frustrated at Hiro's words. Shuichi was really naive, and simply wouldn't leave him a lone. But now that it's been about seven months into their relationship. It didn't bother him as much, because he would always come home to this energetic pink-haired brat. But he couldn't admit that he did miss him.

"I'll talk to him when he comes home. I promise!"

Hiro nodded, letting out a sigh. He cared about his best friend. Back when they first started Bad Luck, the both of them stuck together.

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A/n: The fic isn't done but this is what has been writen so far. I will update it with more in it. So, please sit tight. Thank you!

- Muraki