Author's Notes: Hello hello! It's me! Kokoro Mizu! Hehe. Well, I'm becoming very lazy...and, of course, that's not the Understatement of the Year. And, well, the new semester started and I'm having a pretty good time so far (ok..it's only been one day) And so I felt so happy, that I had the energy and inspiration to write this chapter. I'm surprised I did it so fast, too. (yay for me!) Well, I hope you enjoy!

Oh! And please excuse my grammar (people complain to me about it a lot) But I'm working on it! Blod words means its in english(Again!)

Warnings: angst (duh)

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation.

Chapter 7

-NEW YORK-

"K-San..." Tohma turned to the other blond, who responded with a grin.

"Yuki is fine. He's too much of a jerk not to be." He assured—in a weird way—but it was assurance and that was what Tohma needed.

"Yes... I do suppose Yuki is a bit too stubborn to die. But still-"

"What about Shuichi and Hiro?" K cut into Tohma thoughts.

He glared at the gunman for a second. "I don't want him to know about anything that goes on here. Got that?"

"Yeah, yeah." He smiled.

"Who are you here to see?" The red-headed nurse asked tiredly. She wore a normal all-white uniform and had a weird shade of pink to her dried lips. Did all American girls look like this? Tohma thought to himself.

"Eiri Uesugi." K said, leaning over the desk with a smirk. "And we're his family."

"Well, I'll call the doctor about his status, but from what I hear... it's pretty bad." The nurse said with a slight smile. Clearly, she didn't care much of anything for the people who came there.

"Too bad we don't care about what you heard. Now, where should we wait? I'm sure a bimbo like you has many other things to do."

Now, Tohma knew English. Not enough to live in New York, but it's always enough to have certain meetings with Americans when it came to NG productions... but what exactly was a bimbo?

"Please sit in the waiting room right down there." She pointed, knowing the blond wasn't intimidated by her attitude.

"K-san?"

"Don't worry about it." He smiled, he just loved America.

Oo

"Hiro..?" Shuichi sat at the edge of the bed while his boyfriend trailed behind him.

"Hn?" He responded blankly. Not much conversation after being attacked by your boss. "Shuichi?"

"It really is my fault isn't it... Everything Tohma said was right. If I had done things diff-"

"Shut up." He cut in.

"What?"

"I said shut up. If you're going to put yourself down about this then I'd rather you not speak at all." He hissed.

"But Yuki-"

"Yuki got into an accident. No one saw it coming. Not even Tohma, so please just shut up. Besides... Yuki left on his own. With all the things he's done to you, maybe time just caught up with him." And as soon as Hiro said that he automatically regretted it.

"How-how could you say that?" Shuichi asked tired and horrified by his lover's words.

Hiro sighed. "I didn't meant for it to come out like that. Shuichi, you know I would never pray for something like that."

"I know..." He smiled sadly. "But still... he wanted to leave and forget about me and this is what happens to him. He didn't deserve it, he wanted to change—I didn't let him."

They stared at one another for another moment. No... I won't let him think about Yuki anymore. Who cares if Yuki really did love him or not. In the end he broke Shuichi's heart anyway... Shuichi's mine. Yuki doesn't deserve Shuichi by his side. Shuichi loves me and I'm with him.

"Shuichi... come here." Hiro demanded softly. Shuichi did what he was told.

"Hiro.. I don't want anything to happen to him. I'm so con-" And before his sentence was finished, his lips were captured in a kiss.

Gently pushing the shorter form on the bed, Hiro roughly took over Shuichi's lips again.

"Nnn Hiro.." Shuichi moaned into the kiss while Hiro smirked.

"Shh." He whispered before pulling the singer's shirt off and working on his pants.

"Hiro, I love you..." The pink haired boy purred.

He smiled. "I know... and that won't change."

Oo-Six months later/ NEW YORK/

"We've done all we can. I have to say, being one of the very few survivors of the accident, he suffered the least injures. Though his injures were great, it could have been much worse. It's up to his willpower now. Sit. Talk to him. Make sure he knows there's a reason for him to hold on." The doctor smiled warmly.

"Thank you, Dr. Marshal." Said the blond with the funny American accent.

"You're very welcome." He smiled again, leaving the room.

"Yuki... you've suffered a lot. I promise that you won't have to go through it again." Tohma steadily took Yuki's—now pale—hand. "Shuichi and Hiro lost all the fame they gained after I fired them. I tired to do more but K-san's fondness for the boy and Miki's rage—stopped me from doing anymore more to them. After they told me about all of your broken bones and fractures..." Tohma trailed off, remembering when the doctors all told him that Yuki's expectancy to live was 98 to 1. "But this will all go to waste... if you just sit and sleep your life away."

Yuki was in a coma.

"Hello!" K burst in with Miki following behind.

"How's he doing?" Miki asked slowly. Her brother looked so peaceful... and that was so out of character for him that it made her heart sink deeper into sadness.

"The doctors says... it's up to willpower." Tohma answered respectfully. "from what he told me, talking to him will keep him connected."

"Well, we should do what he should." She smiled.

"Yes, we should." Tohma whispered.

Just then the doctor walked back into the room. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'll come back later."

"K-san." Tohma glanced at the gunmen who nodded knowingly, in response.

"We'll be needing Yuki back in Japan." He grinned. "We're taking him home."

"Are you sure? There's no need to take him back while he's still in this state." Dr. Marshal said slowly.

"Yes, but as his family, we would like to bring him home... coma or not." K said. "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Of course not... it's going to take quite a lot of-"

"Don't worry. Money is no object." K said in full confidence.

"Okay... I'll send for your papers..." He muttered before leaving the room again.

"Are you really okay with this?" Miki asked Tohma who simply looked back at the blond novelist.

"Yes... I'm sure."

Oo

HIRO's POV

Six months. Six months since the day Tohma came after us. Six months since Bad Luck was fired and stripped of anything that would make us famous again. Eventually girls stopped coming after us, money stopped flowing to our feet, and music became a simple hobby.

Six months since Shuichi was told that Yuki was still alive, but would never get the chance to see him since Tohma wouldn't let him. He wouldn't even tell Shuichi where Yuki was.

I remembered Shuichi crying so much about it. He demanded that he tell him where Yuki was, but Tohma just smiled and said "Why do you care..? You put him there. And besides... do you really think Yuki would even want you to see you?" And that was the first and last answer Tohma gave him about Yuki.

I tried to make him feel better, but this was something—I've grown to realize—much bigger than me. Yuki was Shuichi's first and only love. And even if I take his role as lover—Shuichi's heart would always belong to Yuki.

At first I thought I could change that clear fact. But as time went on I would notice Shuichi looking off into something I couldn't see. And after some time, I realized it was Yuki that he would see. Yes, Shuichi loved me—he told me everyday—but I can't help but feel that the accident only brought him and Yuki closer; leaving me in the dark.

And that darkness is the only thing stopping me from doing what I really want; marry the pink-haired ball of energy.

Attentively, I stared at the ring in my hand, neatly placed in a small black, velvet box. Would marrying him put me first? It might not but with this ring... Shuichi will be with me forever.

It's sounds so silly to me... I'm jealous of a man who hasn't even been seen in months. I'm jealous of a man who should be hated by most people but is—in turn—loved by the entire world. He has taken—and still has—everything I wanted, including Shuichi's heart.

I am jealous of Yuki Eiri.

"Hiro?" A familiar soft voice rang into my thoughts. I turned smiling at him. "Jeez, it's so dark in here!" He pouted at me with a funny twitch to his brow. "Let there be LIGHT!" He beamed, pulling the curtain, letting in light that nearly burned my eyes out on contact. "Ah! Much better, ne?" He smiled warmly at me. God, I love that smile.

"Yes, much better." I said pulling him into kiss. After we parted, I noticed the clear shade of pink crossing his face from cheek to cheek. He is so adorable.

And as Shuichi walked back over to the desk—my eyes followed his body. His soft skin, his lean figure and small frame...

"You mope too much nowadays, you know that?" He suddenly said—cutting me off from my 'observation'. Of course that's not why I loved him. I loved his heart, his loyalty, his drive, his talent, his passion. Everything he did enlightened me. Everything he did made me feel better. Shuichi didn't have my heart... he is my heart, he is my love.

It's weird... I just never thought about Shuichi this way until I realized that he had feelings for the novelist. Back then, I encouraged Shuichi to follow his heart and be with Yuki any way he can. Am I being selfish? Did I really feel for Shuichi because I knew he was falling in love? No, that can't be. I'm the one who told him to go out and get a girl in the first place... and it just so happens that he came back with feelings for Yuki. Why am I even thinking about this now!

I sighed.

"Hiro! Are you even listening to me!" He shouted to me with big teary eyes.

"Of course... something about pickles?" I said awkwardly. Maybe I am thinking too much... I should be lucky that I'm here and with him, right? I should be lucky. I should be happy. Yes, that's right. I'm lucky. "Come on! Let's go the park." I said brightly, casually taking his hand and leading him out the door.

I am lucky. And Yuki as nothing to do with it.


Author's Notes: Oh no! I'm going crazy with this story. Did anybody like my POV for Hiro? At first I thought I was dragging out the darn plot, but sticking in little things that wouldn't even matter, but I have such a clear vision of the rest of the story that its scary! And sadly, there's only about 2 or 3 chapters left. Oh, yes. The Big Countdown to the end is very near!

Oh, and did anybody notice, in the anime, Hiro said that Shuichi was making him lonely after Shuichi kept talking about Yuki? I actually watched that episode over and over again before I figured out that I could use this for another chapter! Woopey! Reviews are always loved and cared for deeply.