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Warning: Tohma! Him and his very dirty mouth! Violence And Talk of death

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.

Chapter 7

Walking up to Yuki's apartment, Hiro held his breath calmly.

"So... how the heck do I get in here?" He gasped to himself, realizing that the plan was foolproof aside from the fact that he had no way to get in the apartment. "Okay. I'm good.. I'll just break my way in..." He sighed whole-heartedly. "The things I do for love." He smiled to himself, looking for a window that could be opened.

Finally after some time he found said window. It was to Yuki's study.

Hopping up for about a minute or two, Hiro finally got up and through the window, falling head first into a garbage can.

"OW!" He yelped, but remembering that he was in a danger zone, he quickly put his hand over his mouth. "Shhhh!" He said to himself. "Now, time for that lyric." He clapped his hands together, anxiously

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A blond speeded down the highway. Wrath in his eyes. Fire through his veins. Knife in his hand. Yuki will be revenged. Little did that blond know that another blond just happened to be following him.

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It seems that Yuki didn't take anything with him to New York. Everything was placed in a sort of frozen entombment. No was moved, nothing was changed. Did he want to leave everything behind?

"Hmm... not here..." He searched."not here..." Hiro continued to search but failed to find what he came for. "Where is it!" He cried out tiredly, throwing his hands up and accidentally knocking over a bunch of papers to the floor. "Jeez, what's wrong with me?" He whined, picking up the papers he dropped. Suddenly, one paper stole his attention and he leaned over to read it. "It's from Yuki... to Shuichi?" He read...

Calling, the heaviness of the sighs on the endless nights

I am in pain from missing you I can no longer see anything don't let me go don't leave me

Only you I believe in

Aa, to warm my lips

Calling in the night

My emotions make my heart pound Night after Night love is crying out

I can hear silent words in my dreams

Shut out the bitter memories I can no longer see anything

Don't tell me, don't say anything at all

Falling into the heat of the night Aa, It's all just a mirage

Silent all the night

Someday I'll see that remote dream

My feeling for you bares sighs To a faraway place Then

why did you leave?

Hiro read and reread the lyric and was shocked to find that it was dated the first time he and Shuichi kissed. The day Yuki came back... Yuki truly loved him? But Shuichi never got this... Hiro thought before tucking the paper in his pocket. It doesn't matter anymore...Shuichi loves me and Yuki can't change that anymore. And with that fine note, he went into another room.

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The doorbell rang. "That was quick. Hiro must have been rushing."Shuichi smiled and went over to get the door.

But what he saw wasn't a happy and loving Hiro, like he thought, but a clearly enraged Tohma.

"T-Tohma..." His eyes went wide. What's going on?

"You! You ruin everything!" He whispered, closing the door behind him and locking it. "You take everything away like some selfish child and then break it just the same." He dangerously growled, walking one step at a time toward the singer, who, in turn, took a step back.

"W-what did I do?" He asked, fear truly playing his eyes.

"His world was fucked ever since he met you!" He yelled, pulling out the knife that somehow stayed hidden until now.

"No! Tohma!" Shuichi screamed, now trying to make a run for it.

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"This must be the bedroom." What gave you that idea? The huge bed? Hiro scolded himself.

The room itself didn't even deserve to be called a bedroom, considering that it was bigger than most houses on the block. "Yuki got a great deal on this baby." He idly chatted out loud. "Now... it might be here..." He said walking over to what looked like Shuichi's side of the bed since it had pocky crumbs on it. And there inside the bedside drawer he found a lyric but didn't waste time to read it.

"Now time to get home before Shuichi gets worried..."

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"Its your fault they found him half dead." Tohma whispered to the boy, as he cornered him in the kitchen, all Tohma could think of was that he had nothing left. Yes, he was NG's president, Mika's husband, and was filthy, stinking rich with the help of Ryuichi, who was considered GOD to some people. But it didn't mean anything to him. Yuki was everything."You dumped him! You made him go on that plane! You should be the one close to dying in New York all alone!"

"No... Yuki!" Shuichi cried out.

"Shut up!" Tohma's blue-green eyes boiled and reddened with rage. "Shut your fucking mouth!"

Shuichi's eyes steadily followed the knife that raised in the air, it was like slow motion. He had no power to stop it.

"TOHMA!"

Tohma didn't turn. He had to get rid of Shuichi, or Yuki might not make it through another accident because of him. It's his fault! Tohma thought.

And before the final attack on Shuichi was complete, the arms of Hiro stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Tohma, stop this!" He warned, holding the knife away from Shuichi's face. "Why are you doing this!" He screamed, finally getting the knife out and away from Tohma. Then, he tackled the blond to the ground, making sure a dash to the knife was out of the question. "You've got a lot of nerve, Tohma! What the hell is wrong with you!" He yelled at the man under him, who continued to struggle against his strength.

"Hiro... it really is my fault." Shuichi interrupted. "I made Yuki go away... I got him hurt." He keeled down, crying in the corner. With Hiro's eyes locked on him, Tohma found the strength to push the guitarist off of him and get the knife. Now I can get them both, Tohma thought. They deserve it.

"Hold up!" The wall busted open, leaving a huge hole where the door used to be. Apparently using doorknobs weren't in style anymore. And came in K with two shotguns ready and armed.

Scanning the area, it seemed that what he foreshadowed came true after all. It was a good thing he decided to follow Tohma, of course, he was a little late in coming in, but he was there and that was all that mattered.

"K!" Shuichi yelled out, relieved for the first time about seeing K and his gun.

"K?" Tohma also yelled out, more of mild shock than relief. "K, stay out of this." Seconds later a gun was pointed at his head.

"Shuichi, didn't try to hurt Yuki. Just look. Shuichi isn't Aizawa. The plane crash didn't happen because Shuichi left Yuki. The plane crash wasn't meant for you to kill Shuichi or Hiro. Now, drop the knife." He frowned. Of course K lived for this kind of excitement but wasn't the time to be grinning like usual, even though part of him wanted to... really, really wanted to.

"You don't understand."Tohma paused and Shuichi finally saw a Tohma that was never really seen before. The Tohma that loved and feared for the life of him. This Tohma wasn't calm and in control. This Tohma was scared and helpless. This Tohma would never forgive him. "If Shuichi just took Yuki back like he always did, Yuki wouldn't be in New York all alone. If Shuichi just stayed out of Yuki's life to begin with, Yuki would be home and safe." He cried out, finally dropping the weapon and crying on the floor. "Yuki doesn't deserve this!" He cried into his hands. "Shuichi deserves to die! I wont ever forgive him!"

"Shuichi, Hiro, I think it's time to go." K said, thinking it was safe enough to leave. "I'll stay here with Tohma."

With that, Hiro and Shuichi left the apartment.

"Tohma." K said softly. "Tohma it's okay." He reached out and stopped upon looking at his watery eyes.

"It's not. Why did you have to cut in? I would be happy to go to jail if that meant-"

"You don't mean that." K said, crouching down next to the blond.

"And how do you know what I mean? I've done this before. I'll do it again." Tohma whispered, but it was hard to sound threatening when you're crying like a child who lost their toy.

"Well, I'll be there...to shoot you." He grinned at the other man, who, in turn, simply sighed.

"You're so...useless." He sadly smiled. "I still need to get to New York...S.S. Jet?" He turned to the gunman.

"Oh yes." He smiled, putting his thumb up.


Author's Notes: Okay, I think I'll end this chapter here. Actually I was going to end it whereHiro yelled out "TOHMA!" but I thought that would be too much of a cliffy for my readers. Oh, and if your wondering about Yuki...he's dead...ha ha ha...or is he? Hehe. I'm evil! Muhmuhwa! Feel my wrath! My evil,evil wrath! Oh, and S.S. Jet isn't a boat, it's an actual jet (for the people who thought they were gonna take a slow boat to see a dying man) And if anybody thought Tohma was OOC please forgive me! I tried to make him as In Character as possible, but if I got him wrong, please tell me! Okay notes are over! PLEASE REVIEW!