Chapter eight, chapter eight; I can't believe that I'm already at chapter eight. Man, re-reads chapters 1-7 I fit a lot of stuff into seven chapters, too. I don't know if I see an end in sight any time soon, but I guess that when the time comes for an end, that'll be it…

Alright, symbolism… Okay, all of your ideas were very good and some of them (a lot of them, actually) were some sort of symbolism that was in that chapter. The main one that I wanted someone to say something about, however, was at the very end when Yuki threw Shuichi his "balls" before leaving and said "I don't need it anymore". Dun, dun, dun… What's that mean? Does he not need Shuichi anymore? Maybe and maybe not…you'll just have to stay with me to find out…

Okay, guys, I've got finals coming up next week at school, so I'm sorry to say that I won't be able to update again for two weeks. I know, I know. It sucks but hopefully I'll still be able to work, since I'll have free periods in the classes I don't have finals in. Finals suck, but I gotta pass 'em so I can get outta high school sometime…

Welp, I guess that's all I have to say for now, so sayonara until the end…

Disclaimer: The brain gnomes are back…WHOO-HOO…and have given me a new disclaimer! I am not Maki Murakami. I don't look like her, I don't sound like her, I don't live like her, I don't own Gravitation like her; so, therefore, I am not her. The only minor connections I have to her (if they even count) are that I am one of the millions that have bought all four volumes of the anime and/or all of the manga that is out so far. sobs at her own misfortune...

Remember to Forget…

Ryuichi sighed quietly as he flipped through his photo album, his gaze lingering on the few pictures he had of Shuichi. The younger man hadn't talked to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary for a month. No one; not Tatsuha, not Hiro, not Ben, not Suguru, not him, and now he was due to come to America for a tour across the country, alone. Okay, not physically alone, but alone in mind and spirit.

A drop of water hit the page, splashing across the plastic protective surface, and Ryuichi put a shaking hand to his face. He hated crying. Sure, he didn't it more than any normal person would, but those were fake tears. Tears designed to help further bury him under his façade. These tears, the ones that fell now, were real tears. Tears of grief, anger, and guilt; tears that came out in violent sobs and made his head hurt for hours afterward.

He slowly traced the figure of the once pink-haired baka with this finger, smearing the salty tears and letting his sobs become more violent. The tears sent fierce shudders rippling through his body and tore his eyes away from the image, cursing at himself for the hundredth time in guilt. If only he'd paid more attention to the broken man, if only he'd noticed the deep gouges on the man's arms, if only he'd noticed the emptiness in his once cheerful eyes, if only…

Ryuichi slammed the album shut in an attempt to stop the tears, but failed miserably. He lay back on his bed and buried his face in the pillows, now breaking down in hysterics. He now saw so much of his old self in Shuichi that it scared him more than he had been afraid of himself. Not that he was afraid of Shuichi; he was just terrified of what the man might try to do now. Hopefully he would do the same thing he did, nothing. After he had slit his wrists, Ryuichi had been so depressed and so far away that he didn't even have the strength to kill himself.

He tried to ignore the nagging voice of guilt back in the far corners of his mind, but the harder he tried, the louder it got. It wasn't only his fault, was it? What about Tatsuha? And Hiro? If not keeping a close enough eye on the man was the problem, then what about them? Wouldn't they be to blame, too? They spent more time around Shuichi and weren't usually half a world away from him, so wouldn't they be to blame? He thought so, but didn't know.

The sobs slowly began to calm, and Ryuichi lifted his face cautiously from the pillow, drying his face to the best of his abilities with the back of his hand. He stood up from the bed and slowly managed to pull himself to the bathroom, looking at his reflection in the mirror in disgust. With a turn of handle, he turned on some cold water and splashed it on his face. He winced slightly as the cold liquid stung his skin, burying his face in the soft hand towel by the sink. He pulled the towel away from his face and looked, reluctantly, at his reflection.

He looked absolutely horrible. His normally happy blue eyes were bloodshot and rimmed in hideous dark circles, his hair was disheveled and looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, and his once only minorly baggy clothes hung from his limbs as if he were a twig.

Ryuichi sighed and tore his eyes away from his wreck of a reflection, headed back to his bedroom. He hadn't slept in a week and hadn't eaten since he left Shuichi's hospital room so long ago. Touma had seen this, he knew the blonde had, and so had Noriko, but they hadn't said anything. He knew that Noriko was about to fret herself to pieces, but, unless she decided to surprise him and fly overseas, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't be here with him to make sure he ate, and then make sue that he didn't throw it all up when she wasn't looking. He was now to a point were he considered it a diet. Judging by how much of a glutton he used to be, he figured that his body had some access fat stored somewhere to make up for what he was depriving it of now.

Ryuichi crossed the room to his balcony-like deck and leaned gently on the railing, closing his eyes against the cool, country breeze that played with his bangs. When he'd first moved to America, he had lived in LA, but soon found the glamorous and fast-paced life to be boring. So, he had crossed the county and found a beautiful log cabin home near Lake Placid in the Adirondack Mountains. It was quiet and peaceful and beautiful, completely different from the city-life, and, best of all, isolated. He was alone for miles, separated from his neighbors by trees and the large lake.

He gazed at the moon's reflection in the glassy water, letting the rock of white light fill his vision. The moon was beautiful and made his skin look ghostly pale under its light. He raised a hand in front of his face and wiggled his fingers, smiling at the iridescent glow that seemed to radiate off his fingertips as they danced.

Maybe I am a ghost, after all, he thought.

The smile fell from his face, however, when the phone rang, its scream piercing painfully through his skull. He didn't want to answer it, and wouldn't have if it hadn't of rang again almost immediately. That ring was only saved for one person, Touma was calling…again. This blonde friend had called at least once every hour all day long, maybe hoping to catch the singer, but Ryuichi hadn't answered.

Ryuichi groaned and went back into this home to the phone lying on his bed stand, figuring that answering it once wouldn't hurt and it might even get Touma off his back. "Hello?"

"Ryuichi?" Touma's voice sounded confused, almost surprised. Did he really sound that bad?

"Nope, he's currently dead in the closet and I decided to be one of the stupid murderers and answer his phone," he joked, trying to humor what sounded to be an exhausted NG president.

"That's not funny, Ryu," Touma growled, causing Ryuichi to jump slightly. "Sorry, but I'm worried about you, Noriko too, and it kills us that we can't be there to help you. Have you eaten anything today?"

"No." Ryuichi knew that it was useless to lie to someone who could see through anything.

"Ryuichi," Touma sighed, almost as if he was letting his anger taper off. "Why not?"

"I wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat. What did you expect? Me to stuff myself until I was about to burst when I wasn't even hungry?"

"How can you not be hungry, Ryu? You haven't eaten anything in a month!" Touma said. "Have you been home all day?"

"Yes, I haven't left my bed. I haven't slept in a week and I started the day with a migraine, so I wanted to get some rest."

"Why didn't you answer the phone any other times that I called, then? If you were home all day, you would've heard it."

"I'm too lazy," Ryuichi laughed and sat on his bed. "It must be urgent, though, since you called once an hour. Have you not gotten any sleep, either?"

"No, I was getting prepared to hop on a plane and fly over there if you didn't answer the phone any time soon."

"Don't worry, Touma. I'm not dead, just malnourished and sleep deprived so you have nothing to fret your little self about."

"It's still not funny, Ryuichi," Touma said, seriousness hardening his voice like a rock. "Listen, I have to go, but, please, promise me that you'll eat something."

"Whatever."

"I'm serious, Ryuichi. I don't care if it's even just a pretzel, just eat something."

"Alright, alright, I'll eat a crumb," Ryuichi said, grinning when he heard Touma sigh. "All you said was something."

"Do I really have to be specific?" A quiet pause followed. "Fine, please eat some kind of full course meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner…pick one."

"Sure. I gotta go, Touma. It's one o'clock in the morning here and I'm missing out on actually trying to catch some sleep."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later, Ryuichi. Be looking for Bad Luck if they come near you. I'm sure Shuichi would love to see you," Touma said.

"Already have tickets," he said. "Bye, Touma."

Ryuichi hit the off button of his phone and threw it back onto his bedside table before lying back on his bed. He closed his eyes and let his thoughts wander, reverting back to old memories again. He'd hoped that telling Shuichi about his past would help to let the man open up to him a little bit, but that plan had obviously come back and bit him in the ass. Hard, too. He didn't know what else to do. He saw so much of himself in the man, and he got even angrier at the fact that he couldn't help him. Ryuichi had gone back in time every night for the past month, suffering through nightmares and reality, and tried to come up with some kind of alternate form of help. None came.

He felt so helpless and he hated feeling helpless. Was he just supposed to sit back and watch Shuichi rot from the inside out? Was he supposed to just let the man continue this tour in America? If he came here, the man would feel even more lost in the foreign land. But if he stayed in Japan he always ran the risk of seeing him again. Eiri Yuki, Eiri Uesugi, Erik Ullman, whatever you wanted to call him. He was the one that Ryuichi really blamed for everything, for Shuichi so much pain, for driving to the extent of committing suicide…he didn't know if he would ever be able to forgive Yuki for that.

Alright, so maybe staying in Japan was the grandest idea, but if he came to America there was only one thing Ryuichi could do to make sure he was never alone.

Face set in solemn determination; Ryuichi picked up the phone and dialed Touma's number. The blonde answered on the second ring and Ryuichi sighed before stating his idea.

"I'm going on tour with Shuichi."

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"Good afternoon, Shindou-san. How are you today?" a fairly young man clad in a white dress shirt and black dress pants asked as he entered the almost too comfortable room.

It was Shuichi's fourth and last therapy session before he left for America and Tatsuha had insisted that he come. Even though he was a little better, just a tiny bit, but anything was an improvement. He now actually talked more than only when words were necessary, but still wasn't known to carry an extremely long conversation.

"Okay, I guess. How about you Ezra-san?" Strangely, his therapist didn't like to be called by his last name; he said it made him feel old. Tatsuha said that the young American man was partially responsible for Shuichi's good change, but Shuichi wasn't so sure.

"I'm good. I'm off to America to spend a couple of weeks with my family today, maybe we'll see you on tour," Ezra said.

"Maybe," Shuichi said and looked out the window at the beautiful, cloudless sky.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Ezra asked. "It's a nice change from the constant rain we've had."

"Yup," Shuichi said and looked back at his doctor as he took a seat across from him.

"So, where's Uesugi-san today? I'm surprised he didn't come."

"Oh, he did. He just didn't want to come in this time. He wanted to see how I did without him being in the room with me," Shuichi said. "So far I guess I'm the same. Plus, he's got an appointment right after mine so I guess that he didn't want to be in here forever."

"That's sensible," Ezra laughed and opened Shuichi's chart. "So, when do you get your bandages off? Can't be much longer now, can it?"

"They won't be off before the tour starts, but I think they'll be off by the end of February. I hope to God that they'll be off before March. These fuckers itch like hell," Shuichi said and rubbed at the lumps underneath the sleeves of his shirt. "I'm going to get them changed today after we leave here, so hopefully I'll find out a close date then."

"That's good news. I'm glad that they are healing well, and more than just your wrists."

"What do you mean, Ezra-san?" Shuichi asked, genuine wonder flashing across his features.

"I mean that more than just your cuts have healed, Shuichi. I think that you have somewhat healed too. You're talking and I think that not conversing with the cause of everything has really helped you heal," Ezra said and smiled at the look on Shuichi's face. "So, where did we leave off last time?"

"I started telling you about how we got our shot at NG," Shuichi said, still somewhat confused by what the doctor had said.

"Oh, yes. So, do you want to continue with that or tell a different part of your story? Either one's fine with me, I'm here to listen, not to talk."

"Um, I think I'm ready to start on a different part of my story. The reason why I think I'm here," Shuichi said almost hesitantly. He wasn't quite ready to tell his therapist about when he met Yuki and the years that came after that, but he knew he had to do it sometime.

"That's good. You can't get better until you get out what's bugging you," Ezra said and leaned back in his chair. "I'm all ears."

And so, Shuichi told Ezra about he and Yuki's "fateful first encounter" and some of what came after that. The calm before the storm, as some would have called it…the happiness before the pain.

Before he knew it, Shuichi's hour was up and he left the confines of Ezra's office, only to sit in the waiting room for an hour while Tatsuha had his appointment. He thought it strange that Tatsuha had a sudden liking of the therapist and had started visiting himself, but the more the merrier.

Maybe he needs therapy because of me, he thought and laughed at his own stupidity. Although, somewhere deep down he knew that he might just be right.

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"Uesugi-san, how are you today?" Ezra asked as he shook Tatsuha's hand. "I'm glad to see that you came back."

"Yup," Tatsuha said absently and sat down across from the doctor.

"So, where did we leave off last time you were here?" he asked and consulted Tatsuha's chart. "Ah, yes. You began to tell me about your friend. Rori, was it?"

"Yes," Tatsuha said, wincing slightly at the name he hadn't heard or spoken of in years, "that was his name."

Ezra noticed the grimace that crossed the raven-haired man's face and frowned slightly in concern. "Are you sure you're ready to talk about him? If it's too painful, you don't have to talk yet," he said.

"Why be afraid to finally talk about my worst nightmare when, in a way, I'm reliving it?" he asked and gazed sadly out the window. "It would be a sign of weakness not to talk about it now."

"Sometimes it's afraid to show weaknesses," the doctor said. "You don't have to be afraid of not telling someone your fears. Usually it's the other way around."

"I'm not afraid, I just hate it," Tatsuha said and let the tears fall down his face. "I hate being so afraid and I hate thinking that Shuichi's going to turn into the same thing Rori did. I hate being afraid that he's going to do the same thing that Rori did."

"You don't have to be afraid of that, Tatsuha. Shuichi got help sooner than Rori did; all wasn't lost for him when you brought him to me. If anything, you saved him from turning into what Rori was. You saved Shuichi from trying to kill himself again, and this time actually succeeding. Shuichi won't become Rori, please know that, Tatsuha. He's safe now."

"I…I know, I'm still afraid, though," Tatsuha mumbled. "I mean, walking into the room and seeing him…there…it was horrible. I can still picture it perfectly; I can still smell his fucking blood."

"That's understandable, Tatsuha. Suicide is a hard thing to deal with, especially when someone you loved with your life commits it, and I know that what's happened in the past few months hasn't helped to make things better. Shuichi slitting his wrists made you remember what happened with Rori, but, whether you love him or not, your brother saved him."

"I know," Tatsuha said. "It's still hard, though."

"I know, but Shuichi's gotten better. A lot better. He's talking now, that's a good thing, right? He's telling everyone how he feels and his opinions. He's not locking himself away so much anymore, and that's good."

"He still locks himself away. I don't think he knows how to talk about his emotions, so he cuts to let everyone know how he feels without having to use words," Tatsuha tried explaining, more to himself than to the doctor. "I read a quote once that said: 'How will you know I am hurting if you cannot see my pain? To wear it on my skin tells what words cannot explain.' I forget where I heard it from, but I think about it whenever I see Shuichi."

"It's a good quote, and one that Shuichi relates to very well, but there is a reason that he can't talk about his emotions. And, yes, it's a reason why many people cut, but one that can be treated by just making a person more confident in themselves," Ezra said, smiling when Tatsuha looked at him. "It's called alexithymia and it's the inability for a person to talk about or let out emotions. So when some people keep all of their feelings pent up, it's not because they want to, it's because they physically and mentally can't do it."

"So…you think Shuichi might have it?"

"I'm not sure. He's talked about a lot of things, but I don't think he's said much about his emotions. I don't like to sit there and ask my patients how everything made them feel, you should know that, Tatsuha. A lot of people get uncomfortable when asked about their problems, but can talk about them. They have no idea what it's like to not be able to yell at someone when they make you mad or cry when someone hurts you."

"But, Shuichi used to be so happy. He used to cry, like, once a day and when he wasn't crying he almost always had a smile on his face. He was too hard to resist, but, then, Eiri fucked him up and he became what he is today. I've never said this, but I miss the old Shuichi."

"I don't think you'll ever get the old Shuichi back, Tatsuha. But you'll get the new and improved Shuichi after a while. Just give it some time. The tour should help to loosen him up a bit, it'll let him get back to work and have some fun. I think he's looking forward to it, and you should be too. It'll give you some time to spend with him and try to talk."

"Maybe," Tatsuha said.

"So, do you want to talk more about Rori or do you want to cut our meeting short today?" Ezra asked.

"Would you mind if I cut it short today? Maybe…hopefully, next time I'll be able to talk about Rori. I just need to make sure Shuichi is okay first. Rori was like this before he shot himself, and I don't want to make the same mistake twice," Tatsuha mumbled.

"I understand," Ezra said and stood up. "So, next time, then?"

"Next time," Tatsuha said and shook the doctor's hand before leaving and meeting Shuichi out in the waiting room.

Shuichi was sitting there waiting patiently for him and they walked out to the car in silence, Tatsuha holding his lover's hand in a vice-like grip.

"You alright?" Shuichi finally asked as Tatsuha climbed behind the wheel.

"Yeah, talking to Ezra-san just got me thinking about some stuff, and I'm just worried. That's all," he answered and smiled a strained smile.

"If you're worried about me, then don't waste your time. I'm getting better, Tatsuha, so you don't have to worry your little ass off," Shuichi said and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I promise."

That's what he said, Tatsuha thought and shivered slightly as the words echoed around his mind.

"Okay," he said and pulled out of the parking lot, headed for the hospital so Shuichi could get his bandages checked and replaced one last time before heading off for America.

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February 23. It was his twenty-seventh birthday and he was damned to spend it alone. God, he was getting too old. He couldn't believe that he was almost thirty, and enough to fill a person's entire lifespan had happened to him in five years. Man, he just felt old.

Yuki stood up from his couch and sighed as he looked at all the boxes and bags lying on the floor of his living room. He was doing it again…running away. He knew that running away made a person weak, but if what he had done over the past two months didn't claim him as weak, he didn't know what would. Loving Shuichi was always his downfall, and always would be. That was why he had to run. He had to get away from Shuichi before he caused the raven-haired man any more pain.

He hadn't talked to Shuichi since their meeting in his hospital room and it was tearing him up inside. He wanted to make sure he was okay, that he wasn't as dead as he had acted in the hospital, and wanted to tell him that everything would be okay because he was there. But he wasn't and never would be. It would always be Tatsuha, his younger brother, until the day they both died.

He hated himself for wanting to see and talk to the broken man, but he couldn't deny his feelings. He wanted the last words he had said to Shuichi to be true, but he knew that they weren't. And that just helped to infuriate him. He wanted to let him go because loving Shuichi hadn't only destroyed the raven-haired man, but had destroyed from the inside as well.

Yuki growled and kicked the closest box to him, leaving the living room in haste to check all of his other rooms and make sure that he packed everything up. His search proved positive and Yuki returned to his living room just in time for the movers to ring his doorbell.

"Hi," he said as he answered the door, putting on his best polite face and smile. "Everything's here in the living room. You can leave the bags; I'm taking those with me."

The head-mover nodded in understanding. "Thank you, sir," he said and lead his team of workers into Yuki's apartment while Yuki retreated to his empty bedroom.

He stood in the window and looked out over the city, cursing at Shuichi for getting the good view. Shuichi's home looked out over a large lake, and he had to get the city? Oh, well. That's what he got for trusting Touma to get his home.

Touma. Yuki growled at the name and finally realized who was to blame for everything that had happened. It was almost as if Touma had planned it. Well, maybe he didn't plan on Shuichi trying to kill himself, but he did hate the singer with a passion, so who knew? The blonde most likely just thought of it as an added bonus in his never-ending duty of fucking up his brother-in-law's life.

Making a mental note to beat the blonde man to the last threads of life, Yuki left his room to see that the movers were already gone, along with all of the boxes. The two bags lay untouched on the floor, as he had asked, and Yuki took one last long look around the empty home before picking the bags up.

He walked out the door and pulled it shut behind him, standing there for a second with his forehead lying against the door. He took a couple of deep, stabilizing breaths, trying to get the tears in his eyes to go away, before he turned and looked at the door across the hall. No one was home; he had heard them leave earlier that morning, so Yuki crossed to the door and kissed it softly before leaving his love…his life…behind him.

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"Are you ready to go to America?" Ben yelled as he, the band, and a few extra passengers waited as patiently as they could for their manager and producer to show up at the airport.

"Hell yeah!" Shuichi yelled, resulting in a surprised look from everyone around him. "What? I can't wait! This is gonna be so awesome!"

Ben blinked a couple of times in surprise and then smiled. He hit Shuichi softly on the back and almost had to wipe a tear from his eye when he spoke. "Now that's the Shuichi I want to go on tour with!"

Shuichi grinned in an embarrassed sort of way and pushed Ben off of him. "Hey, man! Stop getting all touchy. You're gonna make me cry."

"Good, you deserve to cry after scaring the shit out of us like that!" Ben said jokingly but saw the depressed look float briefly across Shuichi's face. "Hey, I didn't mean it. But we were scared."

"I know," Shuichi sighed, "and I'm sorry. But I'm better now, I hope."

"And so do we," Ben said and looked up with a grin as he saw a familiar flash of blonde hair over the crowed. "K-san! Over here, man!"

K jogged up to where the small group of people was standing and dropped his luggage by his feet. "Good afternoon, Bad Luck and company," he said, looking from face to face just to make sure everyone was there. "I have good news!"

The group, Tatsuha and Alexis included, sighed heavily and gave each other concerned glances. Whenever K said that he had "good news", it was normally not for the good of the people, but only for the good of him.

"And what is that news, K?" Shuichi asked, finally being the brave soul to find out.

K sighed and smiled heavily before continuing, almost making it sound like he had bad news. "Ryuichi Sakuma will be meeting us in America to join our happy little family!" he exclaimed, voice getting louder with every word.

"W-what?" Shuichi gawked. "Since when?"

"Since this afternoon," K said with a large smile. "He informed Touma of it at two o'clock this afternoon."

"Sweetness!" Shuichi exclaimed, remembering how much he wanted to tell Ryuichi after the brunette's visit to his hospital room. "This is so awesome!"

"Indeed," a voice from behind K said, and the blonde moved to the side to reveal a pasty-faced Sakano.

"What's the matter, Sakano-san? You look upset," Tatsuha asked reluctantly.

"Nothing, nothing, Sakuma-san is more than welcome to join us on the tour." He said the last few words in a whisper, as if he didn't even want to say them.

"LIAR!" Ben said in his best hick voice. "You don't want him to go, do ya?"

"No, no, Sakuma-san is more than welcome to join us on the tour," Sakano repeated and the band watched as the color slowly came back into his face. "As long as you can stay on task and not lose yourselves in partying and whatnot, Sakuma-san is more than welcome to join us on the tour."

"Yes!" the band and company shouted and jumped into the air.

"Thank you, Sakano!" Shuichi yelled and engulfed the man in a hug, causing the producer to stumble backwards a couple of steps.

"Not at all, Shindou," Sakano muttered and patted the man's back precariously.

Shuichi smiled and pulled away from the producer before running over to Tatsuha and engulfing him in a hug as well. "Ryuichi's coming with us, Tat! This is gonna be fun!"

Tatsuha nodded and hugged Shuichi back. He was beginning to like the sporadic returns to the old Shuichi more and more, but still had a slight edge around his lover. He couldn't stop thinking about him. "Yup, it's gonna be loads of fun.
"Alright, who's ready to go to America?" K asked and led the way to the private jet Touma had bought just for the band.

The band followed and boarded the deluxe airplane, headed off for a new adventure in a somewhat new land. But for the better or worse had yet to be decided.

TBC…

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A/N: I know, this is VERY short (especially compared to my last chapter) and sorry if it sucked, but I wanted to get something out to keep y'all happy. This chapter was a bitch to write! I had writer's block from last Tuesday until Saturday! Ugh!... Okay, I'm not lying about the two week break thing this time. I have to cram for finals and it was hard enough for me to come up with what to write for Yuki's part, so I have a feeling that it's gonna be even harder for me to decide how to start chapter nine. Hopefully it won't be too hard, but I'm gonna have some time to think so hopefully it'll come easier. Hopefully…

What to you all think of happy Shuichi? Did I make him too happy too fast? Or…since you can't read my mind, I won't tell you what I'm thinking 'cause that'll give everything away. But I'm serious about what you all think of him. I like the happy Shuichi, but I like the angsty Shuichi, as well. It's the same with Ryu. Ugh! I'll decide later…
Thanks to Cassie+Cats, Guren, CassiToTheStars, Sammy -.-zzz, clueless97, Darkness Flames, Misa-chan, YunaFromBesaid, Kitty in the Box, subzero13, tangerine-asuke, KageKitsune16, and GravityNeko for reviewing. I got sooo many reviews for this chapter and they all made me very happy! Please, keep reviewing and ideas are ALWAYS appreciated. Maybe they'll even help me write, and not make it take three weeks 'til I can get another chapter out…

Oh yeah! Look for another new fic by me! It's called "You Still Have All of Me", but I'm not gonna give away what it's about. Yeah, it to "My Immortal" by Evanescence but it's not the whole "Shuichi dies, Yuki reminiscences" type thing that everyone else writes about. What I wrote about is what I think of whenever I link Gravitation and "My Immortal". Yeah, you know it's sad when you unconsciously related an anime to a song perfectly, huh? Oh well, I posted it right after I posted this chapter so it should be up by now. I hope you all review it and like it 'cause it's what kept me sane enough to write this chapter…

Okay, ja 'til chapter nine!