Hey guys! I can't believe it! I got three reviews! And some people even put me or the story in their favorites and alerts list! –dances- Man, life rules right now! And it's Friday! YAY! Well, the next two chapters (including this one) will be uneventful, just because Shuichi is mostly in the apartment. No conflicts or anything can happen except with inanimate objects, like the TV. But I should tell you, the fifth chapter (I think) will be great! Well, happy reading!

EDIT: I fixed the problem kyogotmilk thankfully informed me of. There's too much blood in the cutting part. I tried to change it a bit… I made it seem like there was only a little bit of blood. Hopefully, that will help. :D I don't know if it made a difference, but I tried:D Yay! On with the story!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Gravitation!

Chapter 3: A Present for Yuki

Shuichi stared at the clock. It was noon the next day. Shuichi felt so tired and weak. His cuts were hurting and he was starving. But he didn't move. He couldn't move. He felt so weak.

"Just go to sleep" Shuichi told himself. He sighed and shrugged. He stared at the kitchen with awe. It looked so inviting, but Shuichi ignored his temptation. He stared at the clock for ten minutes, his pupils dilated.

"Wait!" Shuichi cried. He suddenly felt a burst of energy. "I could get Yuki a gift! Yes, that's it! That will make Yuki happy!" Shuichi searched his pockets for his wallet. "I'll make you happy, Yuki!" Shuichi cheered. He stood up, swaying dangerously. Shuichi caught himself and tried to focus. He walked over to the mirror in the bathroom to get ready.

Shuichi frowned at the man in the mirror. He had bags under his eyes and pale skin. He looked exhausted and skinny. Shuichi shook his head. 'I'll just wear sun glasses' he thought to himself. 'After all, I do it anyway so that fans won't recognize me.'

Once that was decided, Shuichi put on his dark sunglasses and walked out the door. He locked the door behind him of course. All he needed was burglars to rob his house. Then Yuki would be even angrier. He might even die from the stress, or so Shuichi believed.

Shuichi walked down the street. He realized how cold it was outside. The chill was unbearable, and Shuichi didn't think of bringing a jacket. Heck, he was so stressed right now; it wouldn't be amazing if he had forgotten his name.

Shuichi began to think hard as he passed by stores. He shivered whenever the wind blew, which was quite often. He had to buy the perfect gift for Yuki. 'Maybe some drinks?' Shuichi thought. 'Nah… Maybe some cigarettes? …Nah…. How about a new laptop? Nah. His is brand-new. He doesn't need another one.' Shuichi sighed angrily. He looked at the window of a shop and examined what was inside.

It was a jewelry shop. Yuki hated jewelry, so Shuichi stopped looking there. He walked against the wind and cold, looking for the perfect gift for Yuki. There had to be something! Shuichi examined another shop.

It was a bakery. It had all sorts of sweets that make Shuichi's stomach grumble. It reminded him how hungry he was. Shuichi frowned at himself. He knew that if he bought anything, it'd be gone in a minute. He didn't think that Yuki would want a plastic bag from a bakery for a present.

The next shop was a clothes store. It had Goth and Punk clothes inside. Yuki wasn't a punk or a Goth. Shuichi cringed at the dark clothes in the Goth section. It reminded him of death, which reminded him of the thought of Yuki's death. Shuichi walked away from the store very quickly.

Shuichi went into every shop in the city, even a wedding store. He was so desperate to find ANYTHING that would make Yuki happy. There were few things that made the author happy, so it was very difficult. Shuichi leaned back against a wall of a comic book store and sighed. It seemed impossible to find Yuki a gift. It was freezing outside. Heck, it was even starting to snow. Shuichi bit his lip anxiously.

"What would Yuki like?" Shuichi asked himself angrily. He felt disappointed that he could not find his own lover a gift. This made him angry, very angry. Or maybe he was just cranky. Who knew?

Shuichi shook as a snowflake landed on his head. It looked darker when you wore sunglasses. Shuichi liked bright things, not dark things. He was beginning to hate his sunglasses. They made him think of the world in a darker perspective. He didn't like it, not at all.

Shuichi looked up and growled. He muttered several curses under his breath. He slowly walked back to his apartment. He would have to look tomorrow, maybe when it was warmer, and when he wasn't so lightheaded.

When Shuichi got home, he plopped himself on the couch. Shuichi threw his sunglasses into the garbage pail and smiled evilly. He turned on the TV and watched the news until it got boring. News was often boring, but Shuichi felt that he didn't deserve to watch a fun TV show when Yuki was sick. 'I don't deserve any happiness' he told himself. 'After all, I hurt Yuki, the man I love more than anyone else!' He scolded himself mentally for a few minutes.

Shuichi went into the closet and got out some supplies. He had an idea. It had a good possibility of working, so Shuichi gave it a shot. He got scissors, glue, paper and crayons. He started to make something, anything.

Shuichi looked at his finished work. It was an origami red rose that said, 'I love you, Yuki!' Shuichi smiled at his 'masterpiece'. He scowled for a moment, as if examining his gift. 'I wonder if Yuki will like it' Shuichi thought. Yuki wasn't one to like homemade gifts. 'Oh well, it's the best I can think of right now.' Shuichi cleaned off his work area, the table in front of the couch. He smiled at himself, and then looked at the clock. It was 11PM. Boy, time went by fast.

Shuichi stretched and yawned, but he then remembered Yuki. 'What if he's starving, out in the cold, unable to sleep?' Shuichi thought. 'I can't sleep knowing that!' He frowned at himself. 'How can I even think about sleep when Yuki could be dying?' Shuichi slammed his fist against the table. Luckily, it didn't break or crack. Shuichi was still angry with himself. So, he headed to the bathroom, his newest escape.

Shuichi saw his new friend, the razor. It was clean, blood-free. Shuichi smirked. 'I'll change that' he thought. He pulled down his sleeves again. The cuts from yesterday, or maybe two days ago, he wasn't sure, were still there. There were about two cuts on each of his arms. Shuichi ignored them and reached for the razor.

"This will make things even" he told himself. His eyes gleamed at the shiny razor. "I have to punish myself for being selfish and hurting Yuki." He did a few cuts on his arms and smiled. The drips of blood dripped down on to the tiles floor. They made a tiny puddle, the size of an eyeball. Shuichi enjoyed the pain for a moment, and then he cleaned off the little drops of blood with a paper towel. It took a few seconds longer for the cuts to stop bleeding than the last time, but Shuichi didn't mind. Shuichi cleaned off the floor, thinking of Yuki.

"Please be okay, Yuki" Shuichi whispered. He began to clean the blood-stained razor. There was only a little bit of blood, so the cleaning only took a few seconds. Once he was done, he left the bathroom and went back to the couch. And he waited for his Yuki to come home.

'Wait, what if he comes back but doesn't come home?' Shuichi wondered. 'Oh no, that won't happen! No, no, no! Yuki WILL come back, I'm sure of it!' Shuichi started to cry again. He cried throughout the night, hoping that Yuki would come through the doors, punishing his crying lover for being so stupid. Maybe he'd yell at Shuichi again for being such a crybaby. At least, that was what Shuichi hoped for. But at the moment, it was just a faraway dream.

A/N: So, was it boring? Interesting? Let me know! I've gotten a lot of hits. I know that some people like the story and they aren't reviewing! PLEASE REVIEW! IT MAKES ME SOOOO HAPPY! (My genius reason: I have like, 150 hits on the first chapter. I have about 50 or so on the second one. So, some of those people must like the story if they're bothering to read the second chapter. And besides, if they click on the story, they go to the FIRST chapter! Why would they read the second one if they didn't like it? Anyways, that's my long theory.) So, anonymous or verified reviews don't matter! Just review! I don't care! I WOULD LIKE TO THANK MY REVIEWERS! YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY! THANK YOU, THANK YOU! Oh, and I know I've been saying this a lot, but you'll probably LOVE the fifth chapter!