YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! -dances- You guys have NO idea how happy I am! See, whenever I tried to upload a document, it said this:This request takes too long to process, it is timed out by the server. If it should not be timed out, please contact administrator of this web site to increase 'Connection Timeout'. (This isn't mine.I don't own this...)

I was soooooo angry! (I kept telling everyone that I wasn't a happy cookie!) I tried getting it to work from 10:30PM last night to right now! I was so frustrated that I PMed almost everyone I knew to help me! Thanks to all who tried to help me! I'm sorry I didn't update right away, but there was nothing I could do except yell at my computer... Which I did, of course! -

Oh, and I'm also happy because I thought I'd get five reviews an hour ago! I got sixteen! I was so glad and I personally thank all my reviewers! You guys rock! I love you all! (You know what I mean)

Okay, hmm...what else? Ah! This is a very long chapter! The action hasn't even started yet, though! -smiles evilly- Oh, just to let you know, I can easily hate fathers because I hate mine. TT I kinda knew exactly what Shuichi was thinking and wondering about... Well, anyways, thank you all so much for being patient with me! I dedicate this chapter to Kaina Kingdou (sp?) because she gave me advice as to how to get my document manager to be nice. I took her advice, and it worked! YAY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation. -cries- But I will some day, when I rule Thailand and New Jersey!

Last Chapter: "Well, the guy said he was your dad" Yuki said nonchalantly. Shuichi gasped. Everything around him froze like an icicle. 'No' Shuichi thought. 'No, it can't be. It can't be…'

Chapter 2 Pt. 1: Shock!

Shuichi didn't say anything. He just slumped back on to the couch, hoping Yuki would drop the subject. Sadly, Yuki didn't. He raised his brow and walked over to Shuichi.

"Oi brat, are you going deaf or something?" Yuki demanded. He put his face in front of Shuichi's, demanding an explanation. Shuichi didn't say anything. He stared at the walls, hoping to escape reality. "Hello? Shuichi? Wake up!" 'Oh, I wish I could just disappear' Shuichi thought.

"Oh, hi Yuki…" Shuichi breathed, not even looking at Yuki. "What do you want?" he asked politely in an innocent voice. Yuki stared at Shuichi and frowned.

"I just said that your dad called" Yuki reminded his lover. He glared at Shuichi. Shuichi made no response whatsoever. "Are you listening to me?" he demanded. Shuichi nodded wearily.

"Yeah, I'm listening…" Shuichi said sadly. "Go on…" He regretted what he said almost immediately.

"Well, he said that he wanted to see you" Yuki continued. Shuichi cringed. Yuki was a bit confused as to why Shuichi was acting so strange and quiet. It was quite un-Shuichi like, and Yuki was unnerved by it. He shrugged and continued. "He wanted to know if you could meet him at seven o'clock tomorrow at the café. I told him that I'd tell you when you came home. I said I didn't care if you did, either."

"Oh…" Shuichi said. 'How did he get my number?' Shuichi thought nervously. He fidgeted in his spot. 'Oh no, what will I tell Yuki? I know, I won't act worried! Maybe my dad has changed… Hah! Yeah right…' "What number did he use?" he asked flatly. Shuichi tried to act interested. He was failing miserably and he knew it. He just hoped that Yuki would ignore it.

"Oh it was a Tokyo number" Yuki replied, eyeing Shuichi suspiciously. "Is there something you want to tell me?" He had a gut feeling that something was up… His gut never steered him wrong… Then again, he only had gut feelings once per year. Shuichi shook his head.

"No, it's just that…" Shuichi said. He made up an excuse in the moment and tried it, hoping it would fool Yuki. "Well, I haven't seen my dad in awhile. I'm just a bit surprised." 'It's no exactly a lie…' Shuichi thought. 'I haven't seen him in awhile, and I'm surprised. So, I'm not lying to Yuki No, not at all…Why did I sound like I'm trying to convince myself?' Shuichi bit his lip.

"Oh, okay" Yuki said. He seemed satisfied with the answer, sort of. "I'll give you the number so you can call him back, okay?" Shuichi nodded uneasily. 'Yuki's being awfully nice today' Shuichi thought. 'I wonder why...' These thoughts gave him a moment away from reminders of his dad.

"Oi brat, here's the number" Yuki called. A piece of paper was thrown to him, and thankfully he caught it. Shuichi groaned and looked at the number. Yuki was right. Shuichi had been hoping that Yuki was lying or something, even if Yuki would have no motive to do so. 'He's LIVING here, in Tokyo?' Shuichi wondered. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'It's okay' he assured himself. 'Everything is gonna be okay… Just take a deep breath… When I open my eyes, this will all be a dream, no, a nightmare…'

"Uh….Shuichi?" Yuki asked. He sighed and once again walked over to his lover. "You can't call him if you don't have a phone, ya know." He handed Shuichi the phone. Shuichi nodded and opened his eyes. 'Nope, still there…' he thought miserably. "Baka" Yuki muttered.

"….Yeah…" Shuichi said, sounding distant and deep in thought. Yuki didn't like when Shuichi was thinking, because thinking wasn't Shuichi's best subject. It usually led to weird conversations that were utterly stupid and pointless, like, "Are marshmallows made in marshes?" or "Do giraffes ever eat pandas?" (Yes, Shuichi had asked those questions before…)

"Are you gonna call or not?" Yuki demanded. He was getting worried now… Shuichi was acting so weird and quiet! It was weird to even say Shuichi and quiet in the same sentence, unless you were demanding him to be quiet! Shuichi sighed at Yuki's demand.

"Yeah, I'll call right now…" he whispered. He looked at the paper and started dialing. He sighed as the phone started to ring. Satisfied, Yuki left the room and retreated to his study. Shuichi flinched when someone answered the phone.

"Hello?" a voice asked. It was cold, but warm, and evil, but kind. It was the voice that made Shuichi shake with fear. He knew it well, in all of its forms. He hadn't heard that voice in years, but Shuichi remembered it as if his dad spoke to him yesterday.

Shuichi's mouth became very dry. He was very afraid and nervous. He couldn't speak. He gulped and tried to concentrate. "Hello?" the voice repeated. "Who's there? Don't be shy!"

"Uh…it's Shuichi" Shuichi mumbled, finally finding his voice. He started shaking again. "You…uh…called earlier today, or so Yuki said." Shuichi decided to keep talking. If he talked, his dad couldn't, and that made him feel better, safer.

"I was at work, 'cause, ya know, I'm a rock star and stuff" Shuichi continued. "And my band mates were being slow, so it took me awhile to get back. And some girls bumped into me, and… I got home and Yuki told me you called and gave me your number."

"Whoa, slow down!" his dad said, chuckling, almost evilly. It was like he had an evil plan and was just waiting to unleash it into Tokyo. "Who is this Yuki character? Is he the one who answered the phone?"

"Uh, yeah!" Shuichi said. "He's Yuki Eiri, the famous novelist…" His dad cut him off before he could start babbling again.

"Oh, I see" he said. His father didn't seem surprised that he was talking about the famous novelist, which confused Shuichi. "Would Yuki mind if I stole you tomorrow at seven o'clock? It'll be at the café."

"Uh, I don't know…" Shuichi said softly. He was shaking again, and everything was spinning….

"Well, when I told him on the phone, he was okay with it" Shuichi's dad urged. "He'll say it's okay. Don't even ask him again, okay?" Shuichi was getting annoyed at the angel-mask his father was wearing. It was making him nervous and uneasy; well, it was making him MORE uneasy and nervous. His stomach did some back flips.

"Okay" Shuichi answered weakly. "I won't…" He hoped that Yuki wouldn't ask him something about that. After all, Shuichi was a bad liar, as Yuki always said. And Yuki was always right.

Shuichi gulped and resisted the urge to hang up the phone. His gut was telling him to, but a little voice in his head was saying no. And he hadn't thought things through, so he kept talking. His teeth were chattering by the time his father replied.

"Good, 'cause I haven't seen you in ages!" his father said. "I've missed you so much! I can't wait to see you! You're a rock star now, the famous Shuichi Shindou! I knew you could do it! And I'm living in the same city as you!" He paused. "Shuichi, I've changed. I really have. And I'm sorry about what happened before…" Shuichi cut him off immediately, choosing to ignore the "sorry" part.

"T-t-that's good…" Shuichi said shakily. He didn't truly believe his father for a second, but he chose to say he did, just to help slowly convince himself He doubted the latter would happen, but he would try.

"I-I'm glad you did" Shuichi said, practically repeating himself. He paused, trying to think of what to say. He wished he could just hang up the phone so that he could get away from this problem, but he knew that his father would call him back several times if he did. And Yuki would make him talk to his father, because he was trying to work, not listen to the phone ring. Shuichi had thought things through, and he found no exits to his dilemma. He sighed wearily.

Shuichi was trapped. He tried to escape the harsh world he now remembered. He remembered a lot of things that made him shudder with fear, all having to do with his dad. He wanted to jump into Yuki's arms. He wanted Yuki to hold him and tell him that everything was alright. He wanted Yuki to smile at him, to protect him. He wanted Yuki to make the memories go away…

But that wasn't reality. It was a dream, and Shuichi knew it. That's why it stung so badly. He couldn't escape, he just couldn't. He had to talk to his dad, the only person he truly feared.

"Yeah, it's really good that I changed!" his father exclaimed. He seemed proud of himself. "So, I'll see you tomorrow at seven o'clock, PM, right?" Shuichi gulped. His father seemed so innocent…but Shuichi knew it was a lie.

"Y-y-yeah dad…" he said. The word 'dad' felt strange on his tongue. It was like he was speaking another language, or cussing. He sighed and continued speaking. "See you then…" he murmured as he hung up the phone. He collapsed on to the couch and stared at the walls. "Oh great…" he said as he closed his eyes. "Just great…"

Meanwhile, Yuki typed on his laptop like there was no tomorrow. He was at the story's climax and was eager to finish his book. He wanted to finish it so that his editor would leave him alone for once. He hated the story, but he knew it would be a best seller the day it was released. It was too sappy and fluffy for his taste…but that didn't matter. If the public wanted his books, he would write them. No questions asked.

The story was about a beautiful maid in a castle in England. She worked in the prince's room, and immediately fell in love with him. The prince confronted her one day, telling her that she did a good job, and she told him everything. The prince agreed, and they lived a forbidden romance, until the prince's fiancé appeared.

Then the princess discovered their secret, and the maid was murdered. The prince committed suicide the next day. Yeah, it was quite a tragic story, with a depressing ending. Yuki always wrote that way, because he had no experience with happy endings.

'Who really reads this stuff?' he wondered. He sighed and saved the document. 'Done' he thought happily. 'Now I can go check on the brat.' He stood up and closed his laptop, satisfied with his results.

Yuki walked out of his study and towards the couch. As expected, Shuichi was sitting on it, a frown plastered on to his face. He seemed deep in thought again. Yuki growled. 'He has to stop doing that!' Yuki thought. 'It's creeping me out!' He shuddered and calmed himself down.

"Did you talk to your dad yet?" Yuki asked calmly. He was being a bit…nice? Shuichi jumped in surprise. He recovered quickly and responded to his lover.

"Oh yeah, I did" he said. "He seemed glad to hear from me." Yuki nodded with understanding. "He's living here in Tokyo now, ya know."

Shuichi tried to steer clear from where he was going tomorrow night and if he was happy to hear from his dad. He was, after all, a terrible liar. Yuki would know that something was up. He was just surprised that Yuki hadn't asked, "Are you close to your father?" That would've been a disaster…

"Oh" Yuki said coldly. "Well, I'm gonna go make some coffee. See ya brat." Yuki walked over to the kitchen and started making his coffee. Shuichi just watched, amazed at the events that just occurred.

'My dad is back' Shuichi thought. 'And I'm gonna see him…' Shuichi shuddered as more horrible images flashed through his mind. Unfortunately, Yuki noticed this, but he chose to ignore it. 'Is it cold in here?' he thought. Yuki shrugged and fled to the bedroom.

It took a long time for things to sink in. When they did, Shuichi cried silently into his pillow. 'I don't wanna see him…' Shuichi thought anxiously. 'I don't wanna remember… I just want to stay here with Yuki… Oh, what can I do? I can't see him!

Shuichi buried his face in the pillow for an hour until he finally stopped crying. He was glad that Yuki was in the bedroom, out of earshot. Shuichi was still shaking, and the walls were still spinning. But now, everything was also blurry.

Shuichi sighed and let sleep overtake him. He tried to forget about the day ahead of him, the day he now feared almost as much as he feared his dad himself. And that was saying a lot.

A/N: This chapter sucked, I know... -cries- But at least it was longer! -cheers- PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! You guys make me so happy when you do! And I'll always return the favor if you ask! I want 32 reviews before I continue, mainly because I see that a lot of people are reviewing. I won't update the second the 32nd reviewer reviews though, because I'll be shopping all day tomorrow! YAY! I might even get a Gravi calendar or something! Back to my stupidness:

Deji: YES! My computer is FINALLY working! -dances-

Yuki + Shuichi: YEEEES! SHE CAN'T TORMENT US ANYMORE!

Deji: Hey! -slaps Yuki-

Yuki: Why didn't you slap Shuichi, too?

Deji: He's too innocent. And besides, I get no enjoyment when I slap him. When I slap you, it's so fun!

Shuichi: Um...Thanks? Oh, and please read and review!

Yuki: Yeah, so Deji doesn't decided to use us as her plushies to glomp while she waits... -shudders-