Hey everyone. I apologize for not posting in a thousand years. A lot has happened since the last update, and I really didn't have any time to post. A lot of good things have happened, but a lot of bad has happened as well. Shortly after the previous update, I was assaulted by a massive wave of inspiration for another Gravitation fic. The inspiration came from two sources; Xenosaga 2 and The Fifth Element. It'll be another epic, a plot that blends qualities from both stories. If I decide to create it, it'll come after 'Kakumei', that's for sure.

I also started to create another fic, which centers on the events that have just changed my life. You see, one of my siblings finally found her wings and left the nest today. I really don't wanna launch into detail about today, but this Gravi fic centers on the ever flowing river of time. Lives change with every passing day, and people's hearts are thrown across different worlds. Is love really enough to hold everything down?

After the fluffy 'Ephemeral', writing Yuki/Shu angst is going to be a little weird, and I'm not really in the best of spirits, but I'll try my best. I know this bears a resemblance to 'Leaving Affections', but please remember that this story was planned in December of last year. I'm not copying anybody...and I love that story.

Sorry. I know I probably sound gloomy, because I feel awful. Thank you for reading, though. I value all opinions; I just don't accept flames.By the way, 'Garren' is a real salon in New York. It's not a figment of my imagination. Doing research for 'Kakumei' is fun.

Theme of 'Broken Songbird': 'Lucy Meets Mr.Tumnus' from Chronicles of Narnia OST.

Yoshi's home was an elegant display of exuberant beauty, endless enthusiasm and thriving passion. The objects of her home each gave off their own message, and made it clear that their owner had a complex personality. Her home didn't exude a single theme; there was a wide variety of intricate, colorful objects. Each of them had a story to tell, but their stories were a little difficult to hear, for they were all being delivered at the same time. Their owner had a loud, unpredictable personality; all of her belongings proved that.

The winds of morning were soaring throughout her home. There wasn't a scrap of music in her home, and the high-definition television was as silent as a mouse. Beams of sunlight gave each of her belongings a jubilant smile-the sun seemed to have a smile about its heart. Birds were greeting the newborn day with open wings, but none of them were releasing any melodies; it was early for them, and so their voices were not up to par at the moment. The city of New York, of course, was wide awake; the city seemed to be suffering from an eternal case of insomnia, for it never closed its eyes.

The owner of the silent, elegant home was not walking throughout her dwelling; she was drenching herself in shower water. Her guest, a brokenhearted young bird, was in her guest room, lost in a dark whirlpool of thought. The beauty of the newborn day was completely lost on him, for his sorrowful thoughts didn't allow any room for happiness. All of his thoughts were consuming him, eating away at his heart and soul.

It was a new day. He was in a new world, a world he knew little of.

He was nowhere near the world he had come to know so well.

Oceans were in his eyes, and his eyes were on fire. His entire face was on fire; he felt as if poison was streaming through his bloodstream. His body, which felt intolerably heavy, was as cold as a glacier, even though it was under several blankets. Diamonds were falling from his eyes at an uncontrollable, excruciating rate, and his heart was throbbing against his chest. He had spent the last couple of months at Eiri Yuki's side...and now he was in on another planet. Yoshi had invited him to her world, she had offered to care for him...she gave him a chance to remove his burdens. At first her offer pleased him; he was actually a little excited about the new adventure. The arrival of the new day had caused the weak excitement to wear off, and reality hit him like a brick. He was alone; he had always been alone.

He had served his heart to Yuki on a silver platter. He had given the novelist not only his heart, but his soul as well. He loved him, loved him enough to die for him...but his dream prince was not interested in returning his affections. The brokenhearted bird believed in true, everlasting love...but his beliefs were shattered when his heart's star tore everything apart.

"Yuki..."

His hands strengthened their grip on the blankets. Oceans soared from his eyes, and each teardrop tormented him. Reality was horrible. He was alone, all alone in a new world...and his fairy tale had been a nightmare all along.

The passage of time tortured him mercilessly. Seconds were hours, minutes were days...everything was excruciatingly long and difficult, too difficult to handle...

"Ahh. Nothing like a warm shower to brighten up a new day!"

Shuichi Shindou's eyes removed themselves from the abyss of darkness, and fell onto the woman that had just emerged from her bathing quarters. The only garment she had on was her towel, but that didn't prevent her from exuding her 'magic'. She treasured her looks, and took every opportunity to show herself off. Even emerging from a shower was a memorable experience for her.

"Sorry if I took too long. I tend to get lost in there, sweet cakes. You know how it is. Nice, long showers draw me away from the world."

She began to remove the towel from her body, but stopped when she noticed the look on Shuichi's face. It was sad enough to break anyone's heart, for he looked as if the entire world had turned on him. He truly was a heartbroken bird, a radiant songbird that had his wings broken. His eyes were shimmering oceans, oceans filled with pain and anguish. They were deep, infinite portals to broken innocence...

...and they were about to be tainted by the songbird's captor.

She spoke to him after a moment of silence, speaking to him the way a girl would speak to an adorable puppy. "Why, what's wrong dollface?" she asked him, her eyes emitting deep concern. "What's the matter?"

Another moment of silence passed before he answered. His voice was small and fragile, the true voice of someone that had all of their dreams broken.

"Nothing. I'm okay."

Anger pierced Yoshi's eyes, but it pierced them in a warm, motherly way. It gave her eyes the deceptive magic she needed; it turned them into radiant, vibrant gemstones of fervent frustration. She grabbed her guest by the arm, failing to realize that her sudden movement caused her towel to fall right off.

"You can't sneak anything by me. I can detect a lie coming from miles away. You're not okay-you're still thinking of the jerk that broke your heart! Listen to me, baby-now's the time to spread your wings and fly! Turn on a new light!"

Shuichi's delicate voice became louder. The vocalist's voice was passionate; it emitted the true, immaculate depth of human emotions. Every time he spoke, pictures were painted in the minds of his audience. He was a jewel in Japan's music industry...but, at the moment, his singing voice was asleep...and it was going to be asleep for quite a while.

"I can't! It's not that easy! I loved him! I really loved him!"

His eyes overflowed with tears. The young vocalist broke into sobs, unable to remove his heart from his newborn sorrow. His eyes continued to burn, his body shivered and shivered...the world was just too cold...

After an eternity, he found the arms of his new friend around him. They were warm and comforting...soft and soothing...

...but her true intentions were completely hidden from view.

She spoke to him again, her voice firm and filled with the courage of a lioness. Her eyes were no different.

"Listen to me. I know break-ups are hard, but get this. You can't spend the rest of your life wallowing in pain; life's too precious for that! There's so much to see, so much to do...so you can't waste any more time crying over your so-called prince! If anything, you should be laughing right now! He obviously didn't understand anything you had to offer! You're a gem, Shuichi, and you deserved to be treated like one!"

It took him a moment to digest her encouragement, but when the process was complete, he gave her a facial expression that pleased her.

I've got him. I've got him right where I want him. All I have to do is reel in him, and he's mine.

His eyes were paintings of fragile hope. They were the eyes of a frightened, betrayed child...a child that was afraid to renew his hope in true love. She placed a strong, enthusiastic smile on her face and pushed her hook in even further.

"I'll take care of you. I'll treat you like a king, dollface. I'll take you on a grand tour of my home, and give you a chance to forget the bastard that dumped you."

An idea struck her, and it caused her to snap her fingers. It was an idea that would weave well into her plans, an idea that would increase her chances of victory.

"Tell you what. You're going to check out my friends in Garren. You're going to get a brand-new look; something that'll turn your world around! You'll love it there, I know you will. You've got to change your look if you want a new spin on things!"

The idea of a 'new look' gave birth to fear in Shuichi's eyes. The vocalist knew that getting a 'new spin on things' meant that he would have to shake off everything from the past...he would have to shake off his relationship with Eiri Yuki. Many people threw themselves into new appearances after bad break-ups...and he was about to become one of them. Yoshi saw the fear in his eyes and shook her head, still wearing the mask of deep, immaculate enthusiasm.

"Don't worry about a thing. I'd told you I'd take care of you, and that's exactly what I'm going to do! We'll find you the perfect hairstyle, and we've got to get rid of that pink. I think it's adorable, but pink isn't really common in my neck of the woods."

That made his face fall even further.

"My...my hair...?"

"You're right on the money, sweet cheeks. You're going to get a makeover. Afterwards I'll lock you up in my closet and spend the rest of my life pinching your cute little body."

She laughed right here, acting as if she had made a joke.

"Just kidding, puppy. I crack myself up sometimes. But you are the cutest thing I've ever laid my eyes on. Seriously."

Her sexual advances flew right over the innocent bird's head. Her true intentions weren't visible to him at all. Ryuichi's words were true; Shuichi only saw the best in everyone he met. In his eyes, 'Yoshi' was an eccentric, seductive enchantress with a heart of gold.

He was nowhere near the truth.

To make things worse, he was vulnerable. He was still in shock, the poor thing. He was in such a delicate, weak state...

He was the perfect prey for her.

"Yoshi?"

Her smile became sweeter, sweet enough to suffocate a knowledgeable heart. Her smile was so deceitful, so cruel...

"What's up, doll?"

He gave her a smile that broke all boundaries of description. It was smile crafted from the depths of reborn hope, a smile filled with the promise of a sunny melody...a smile that would have brought tears to another's eyes. His voice would have caused an old man to break into sobs.

"I hope I'm not causing too much trouble."

"Like hell you are! I love having you here! Listen, baby. I've got a loooong list of friends here, but as you can see, none of them live here with me. This place can get too quiet, you know?"

"Thank you...for having me. I really appreciate this. Thank you."

Her eyes widened with shock, and her heart jolted.

Damn it all! He's too cute for words! There's no way I'm letting this one off the hook! I'm going to make sure Uesugi suffers for throwing such a prize away!

"It's no problem! Leave it to me, dollface. You and I are going to have a ball!"

Tohma Seguchi was in charge of a delicate diamond.

The softhearted member of Nittle Grasper was trying his hardest to support his companion, but his companion was completely unpredictable. He was in an extremely fragile condition, and it frightened the Seguchi. The novelist was silent, and his emotions were deep...deep, complex and heart-rending. It was excruciatingly hard to even look at the author, but the Seguchi knew he had to hold up his beloved friend.

Neither one of them had found anything within the last couple of hours. They felt as if the one they were searching for...was no longer on their planet...

You're so far away from me...and I miss you.

I miss you...and I just want the two of us to go back home...

I'm going to dig deeper into Yoshi's intentions soon. Eiri's angst is also going to be explored. The journey has just started; where will things turn next? Stay tuned for the next exciting episode.

Thank you all for reading. Bye for now.