I promise they'll be more Eiri in this chapter and Tatsuha! I really can't help how the story turned. I had written down some of it but it obviously didn't go as planned.

And who is the mysterious romance novelist turned reporter at Koinawa Publications? What connection does she have to our mysterious Eiri Yuki? And why is there life threatening action in this chapter?

As a note, Gravitation is not mine, though I wish that Eiri was. And maybe Ryuichi. The novelist/reporter woman belongs to me. And in one part, Shuichi is supposed to be speaking in all caps. Please don't kill me.

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It was this that made Shuichi glance down and at the man who was wearing the outfit of his damnable pink bear. "Ryuichi Sakuma?"

Ryuichi smiled, looking at Shuichi's form and put him down. "Well, yeah! I tried calling, but you didn't answer your phone." The older man laughed and had now started to put Shuichi down as he headed for an open window. "I wanted to see if we could play today!" The excitement in his voice turned serious at the next sentence. "But since you're busy, I guess I'll have to take you with me in order to talk to you."

The pink haired rock star started backing away slowly as Ryuichi said this. "…ahh but Ryuichi…I'm about to do an interview. I can't just walk off on this, you kn----WAHHH!" He was picked up again by Ryuichi.

"Forget your interview. You don't want to see Eiri again. He's just using you."

Shuichi stopped screaming as he glanced at Ryuichi. This side of Ryuichi was scaring him. He honestly did not need someone else telling him that he was not good enough for Eiri, or rather, that he was being used by the man he loved.

"Don't tell me that, Ryuichi. Put me down. I have something to do and---SHIIIIIIIIT!" he screamed as Ryuichi threw him out the open window.

"You better catch him, Tatsuha. This is all part of your idea," Ryuichi whispered as he took off the costume and ran towards the nearest set of stairs, hoping to catch Shuichi in time. "If anyone but Eiri can love him, then Shuichi will be happier. But I'm hoping it's me, and not you, Tatsuha."

Meanwhile, in the studio, Hiro was worried. Shuichi usually was late, but he was not that far behind him when they had arrived. It had been ten minutes later and the show had already started. He swore that when the commercial came on, he would bash Shuichi's head in thoroughly.

"So how is your recording on your new album?" the woman asked, sitting in a comfortable brown recliner chair. "Rumor has it that a song written by Eiri Yuki will be sung by Bad Luck. Is this true?"

Fujisaki, who seemed to be the one answering all the questions, nodded. "Yes. He actually insisted on letting Mr. Shindo sing the lyrics, since he thought Mr. Shindo needed some inspiration." Hiro could see Fujisaki's eyes dart toward the door after every question.

"Well, folks, it seems that Bad Luck will hit the charts in the top ten again. But after this, we'll be talking more about Bad Luck's album, and to a very special guest! So stay tuned!" Smiling, the woman let the commercial cut before glaring at the two other Bad Luck members. "Where the hell is Mr. Shindo?"

"That's what we like to know," Hiro told her. "He was with you."

"And he wasn't very far behind," she had responded. "We can't very well do a world-wide search for him within 40 minutes left of the show." She looked rather worried as she stood up and brushed off her dress. "But I think I know someone who ca—"

Her words were drowned out by someone's screaming near a window.

"SHIIIIIIIIT!"

A wave of pink passed them if they watched close enough, and all three of them were. It was followed by someone crashing into the studio and yelling frantically. "Hiro, Fujisaki! It seems that someone's trying to kidnap Shuichi! Come on!" The blonde haired American then ran out the door, magnum in hand.

"It's only on good days, on actual television shows, that someone decides to kidnap Mr. Shindo," Fujisaki muttered. "This isn't live, is it, Miss…"

"Marian. And no, taped. Given the circumstances, go on ahead. I shall be going along with you in a moment. Let me wrap things up here."

The other two did not really hear her as they had run out the door before her sentence was over.

Marian picked up her Motorola cell phone and had dialed a phone number. "Hello, Eiri? Do you think you can come to the studio for a moment? It seems something happened to Mr. Shindo."

"SHIIIT!"

Shuichi's thoughts, as anyone would think, were not coherent at this point in time. After all, when you are falling from a high height, you always think you are going to die. And this is what our vocalist was thinking right now as he was frantically trying to slow his fall.

"WHY WOULD RYUICHI THROW ME OUT THE WINDOW AND WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE AND HOW WILL YUKI TAKE IT WHEN THEY TELL HIM SOMEONE KIND OF KILLED ME BY THROWING ME OUT THE WINDOW!"

He had grabbed onto a window ledge before, but gravity had pulled him down, along with nearly breaking two of his fingers. Shuichi had let go, and was trying to think on what the hell was going to happen to him. He had really wanted to sing Eiri's lyrics on the show today, but it looks like he was only going to die instead.

"RYUICHI, IF THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A GAME, IT'S NOT FUCKING FUNNY, YOU PRIIIICK!" Truth be told, Shuichi was scared of heights at a very high length. He also was scared of falling to his death, as he was doing now.

As he fell, he looked down and noticed that a black haired man with a jacket was smirking as he moved under Shuichi. Shuichi panicked more. Not that he might not die, but at the fact that Ryuichi was planning something more then just a talk.

"YOU FUCKER! MOVE AWAY, TATSUHA! I'D RATHER DIE THEN LET HIM SEE ME WITH YOU!"

But it was over in a minute. Shuichi was caught by Tatsuha, and, from the shock of the whole thing, had fainted in Tatsuha's arms.

"Got him, Ryuichi. Get your ass down here before my brother shows up," he muttered.

"What exactly happened!" Eiri did not mask the concern he felt for him. "Did he make it there? Where is he now, Marian!" He gripped the cellphone tighter with each moment, hoping that Shuichi was alright.

"Run outside. Just outside the building. We saw him falling," he heard her say, her voice cracking. "Get to him in time, Eiri." Then the phone went dead.

"The fuck is going on here?" Eiri asked himself as he ran out the door to the studio. He luckily was going outside for a cigarette break, since Marian was allergic to smoke, and had decided to hang outside the studio for Shuichi to show up. But he forgot about his nicotine craving as he saw another person standing outside, looking at something rather interesting.

"MOVE AWAY, TATSUHA! I'D RATHER DIE THEN LET HIM SEE ME WITH YOU!"

Shuichi! Tatsuha! What the hell is going on here? He's stealing my piece of ass!

…wait, Eiri. He's not just your piece of ass, remember? He told himself as he watched Tatsuha catch him tightly, smirking. You fell in love with him. You told Tatsuha that you'd beat his ass if he tried to take him. So why do you hesitate now?

Don't you want to be someone Shuichi isn't afraid to talk to when he's upset or thinks something's going on? Do you want him to just come to you instead of writing signs that say "Drop dead" and having him in a kowtow position for four hours, begging for forgiveness?

Do you actually love him, or are you running away again? He's not Yuki, he's Shuichi. And you can love both. You can do something this time, so do it, Eiri!

All the thoughts ran through his head as he saw Shuichi faint from the shock of everything. He also noticed that the boy was not breathing so well and had ran out toward Tatsuha as he told Ryuichi to show up before Eiri did.

"Tatsuha," he growled, stepping within his vision, "let Shuichi go."

Damn it, I really didn't think he was coming to this publication office! Tatsuha frantically thought as he hugged Shuichi close to him. "Not a chance in hell, Bro. After all, he really doesn't need to be with you."

Eiri's eyes had glared lightning at his brother. He had remembered the encounter at the house, and in his car. He really wished that Ryuichi would come down so that he could take care of Eiri while they loaded him up in the car.

"I told you. Shuichi is mine. I told you, didn't I?" He had walked closer to Tatsuha, slowly. Threateningly. "And you didn't listen. I don't understand how you can be such an idiot."

"Shuichi doesn't need someone as psychotic as you loving him," Tatsuha responded. "He needs gentle love, as only I or Ryuichi could give him."

"What does Sakuma have to do with this!" Eiri yelled, not caring who heard him in the street. "He's in New York, filming some movie! Is this all for the tickets to go an—"

Tatsuha had saw Ryuichi run out of the building and hit Eiri in the head with something. It was enough to make the novelist pass out, whatever it was. He could not figure it out but Ryuichi had saved him a hell of a lot of trouble. "Thanks."

"Hurry up, and get his ass in the car before Eiri wakes up," Ryuichi growled. "This was all YOUR idea, remember, Tatsuha? Besides, you said it'd be a fun little game."

Tatsuha smiled. "It is, Ryuichi. Don't pout about it yet."

"Good, cause I won't lose, Tatsuha. Shu will be mine," he said as he got into Eiri's car. "Bring Shu in and make sure he can't get out. We really need to get Eiri out of his mind."

Somehow, I rather have been beat up by Eiri then be stuck with the psychotic Ryuichi, Tatsuha thought as he got into the car and locked the car doors. He saw in the rear view mirror that Ryuichi had picked up Shuichi's cell phone and was playing with it. "What the hell are you doing? Don't call anyone on his phone!"

"I'm not! I'm playing his Tetris game!" Ryuichi told him. "I don't have Tetris on my phone!" He went back to playing it and smiling happily.

I swear, it's like giving a five year old a gun. Ryuichi's mood changes from happy to psychotic in five seconds or less. Just what did I get myself into?