I know…the title is completely off but so am I so that's what's good about it. Not too much to say here except I hope this doesn't take as long as the last couple of chapters and I'm sorry again for the shitty ending last chapter, but it picks up here!...

Okay…I'm done annoying you now, so what are you still doing reading? On with the chapter!…

Disclaimer: I envy Maki Murakami because she's smart and creative and the owner of Gravitation and I'm not…

Time Stands Still…

"So…where do you want to start?"

The answer was obvious. There was so much that the two men needed to talk about that Yuki honestly thought that Shuichi was kidding. But the raven-haired man just sat there, watching Yuki expectantly and waiting for the blonde to pick what he wanted to talk about first.

"I…um…uh…-" Words wouldn't seem to form themselves in Yuki's mind and he growled in frustration, looking at the ground. Finally, he came up with a solution and looked up at Shuichi softly. "Where do you want to start?"

Shuichi's eyes doubled in size for a brief second before closing and he dropped his head into his hands, rubbing gently at his temples. Here comes that hangover headache.

"Why'd you have to do that?" he muttered, gazing up at the blonde in aggravation. "Why the fuck did you have to do that?"

"Just a taste of your own medicine," Yuki muttered, but only loud enough so he could hear it himself.

"What?" Shuichi asked coldly, his eye boring holes into the side of Yuki's head.

"You're the one that's been through the most so I just figured you could choose what you want to talk about. I'm not just trying to sound like a smart aleck; I really just think that you have more interesting things to talk about."

Shuichi snorted and looked away to stare out the window. The sky outside was so beautiful and it was then that he finally realize what or who Yuki had been talking about with his whole sky "proverb".

"It was me," he muttered and looked up at Yuki, who quickly diverted his gaze to the floor.

"What was you?" Yuki lifted his head to look into Shuichi's eyes, but Shuichi looked away.

"The clouds, the sky…you were talking about me weren't you?" Shuichi's finally made eye contact and Yuki nodded. "But why? Is it bad? Is it a problem that I'm like this?"

Yuki shook his head and looked away. "Did I ever say that it was?"

Tears immediately began to fill Shuichi's eyes and he looked at Yuki intensely "Then are you the horrible monster that makes the sky be not so beautiful anymore?" he asked urgently. "Are you?"

Yuki nodded his head and squeezed his eye closed against the onslaught of teas that threatened to spill over. Shuichi looked down at his hands, ignoring the tears that were already trailing down his face, and tried to contain himself. Tried to think of something that would make Yuki change his mind.

What's there to talk about? I loved him, I thought he loved me, he beat me, I still loved him, he left me, and I still loved him, he came back and… There's nothing more for us to talk about.

"None of it was ever your fault, you know?" he said before he could stop himself. Yuki jumped and Shuichi saw the blonde head look up at him from the corner of his eye. "None of it."

"What in the hell are you talking about, Shuichi? What wasn't my fault?"

Shuichi shook his head and managed to make himself look at the blonde. "Everything wasn't your fault."

Yuki dropped his head and Shuichi watched as he started to rub at his own temples. "Don't do this, Shu. Please don't do this."

"Don't do what, Eiri?"

"Don't blame everything on you. I know that it may seem hard for you to believe it in your mind, but nothing's your fault. It's all my fault."

"And how is that, Eiri?"

"Because I'm the one that drank, I'm the one that swung my fist, I'm the one that raped you." A sob hitched in Yuki's throat and Shuichi finally decided that the time was right to look at him. "I'm the one that left, I'm the one that made you cut, I'm the one…-"

"That made me a better person," Shuichi interrupted and looked away again when Yuki looked up at him.

"What! How in the hell did I make you a better person?"

The raven-haired man shrugged and sighed. "I'm not naïve anymore. I know that I shouldn't trust people without getting to know them first. I know not to fall head over heels in love with someone I just met while taking a walk through the park." The blonde winced at that, but Shuichi didn't see it. "I know that I need to deal with my problems and not expect everyone around me to take care of them for me."

"If you can call your solution taking care of them," the blonde muttered.

Shuichi snapped his eyes back onto the blonde and growled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Cutting yourself isn't the healthiest way to deal with your problems, Shu."

"And neither is running away."

Silence fell between the two for a while and they just sat there. It was increasingly uncomfortable and Shuichi didn't think he would be able to stand the awkwardness for much longer.

"I never should have been stupid enough to let you find out," the raven-haired man whispered in a barely audible voice, but he knew that the blonde heard him.

"Why? So I would have stayed and kept drinking and…and beating you?" Yuki asked, surprised to see that the other man was in tears.

Shuichi sobbed and dropped his head, focusing his attention onto his hands. "Anything was better than having to lose you."

Yuki jumped and blinked his eyes in surprise at the other man. Now that…that had been unexpected. He never expected to hear that come out of the boy's…no the man's mouth. Never in his lifetime, never in a million years. Finally, after a few seconds to breathe, think, and breathe again later, Yuki regained his speaking ability. "What?"

Shuichi shook his head and kept his head down…You heard me.

Yuki fell off the couch and to his knees and embraced the other man gently, rocking him back and forth in an attempt to get him to stop crying.

"Shuichi, I would have found out sooner or later and would've left anyway. If anyone was naïve back then, it was me. I thought that leaving was the only thing that would help you get better but I failed miserably."

Shuichi shook his head and his sobs increased so that he was left a wreck in the blonde's arms. He felt so much better there…safer…but he knew that they couldn't do it again. There was no way that they would be able to be together again without hurting each other.

The blonde whispered words of reassurance and condolence into Shuichi's ear and the sobs slowly calmed to the point of just quiet tears. He didn't let the man go though, and Shuichi was somewhat glad because of that. He wasn't ready to try again, not yet, but it felt good just to be held again.

Shuichi pulled away a few minutes later, unable to bear the sweet smell of Yuki's cologne any longer, and smiled at the blonde in a self-depreciating way. He fingered the wet spot on Yuki's shirt lightly and smiled again.

"Sorry I bawled all over you," he muttered.

Yuki snorted and put a hand over the fingers. "It's nothing for you to be sorry about. You're sad and you cried. It's the healthy thing to do," he whispered.

Shuichi snorted again and used his free hand to brush the golden bangs out of Yuki's eyes. "What are you feeling right now?" he asked.

Yuki started but recovered quickly and smiled. "Confused."

"You're not the only one," Shuichi said, "but what are you confused about?"

Yuki sighed and took a minute to think before responding. "Everything. This… Us." The words made Shuichi's heart soar and burn into flames at the same time, but he didn't get a chance to respond before Yuki voiced his thoughts for him. "I know that it will be forever before we can ever be together again like we were before, but…" He paused again, thinking. "…I don't want to lose you again. I can't bear to think about what life will be without you."

The words stabbed straight through Shuichi's heart and tears began to well up in his eyes again. "Eiri,…I-I can't."

The blonde drew the crying man into his arms again and laid his head on top of Shuichi's raven-locks. "I know. I know you can't."

Shuichi cried quietly and Yuki just ran his fingers through his hair. God…when would he grow up and stop crying for once? And all the tears were just making his headache ten times worse.

When they finally pulled apart, Shuichi stood up from the floor and walked away, well aware of the confused eyes that followed his every move. "I-I need to head home. I know that I told K that I wasn't going in, but I need to write and I need to think and…I need to get rid of this fucking headache," he said and rubbed at his head.

Yuki nodded and stood up as well, headed for the door and his car.

"What are you doing?" Shuichi asked.

"Well, last I checked, you didn't have a car to get home in so I was going to take you home. Is that okay?" Yuki cursed at the hints of aggravation showing through his words and quickly tried to recover himself with a smile.

Shuichi nodded and shrugged on his jacket. "Where is here, anyway?" he asked while he and Yuki walked out to the car.

"Just a little place out in the country," Yuki said, climbing into the black Mercedes. "You'll find out on the way back to your house."

Shuichi just nodded and climbed into the passenger side.

Most of the trip was made in silence. Well, talking silence. Sometime while on the highway, Shuichi turned on the radio and began singing along. It was hard rock but Yuki didn't seem to mind it, and Shuichi was glad for that. Their first single as a rock band, "Because You Make Me", came on and Shuichi began to reminisce as he sang. Memories of meeting Ben and writing their first CD with him started to surface, but he quickly tuned them out. Those memories also brought forth memories of when he first gripped the blade and carelessly shed his own blood.

Time flies and, a rather short hour and a half later, Yuki pulled into the parking lot of Shuichi's apartment. He cut the engine and turned down the radio that continued to play unless one of the doors was opened and smiled.

"Welcome back."

Shuichi nodded and opened the door. "Thank you, Eiri."

"Anytime," Yuki said and Shuichi climbed out of the sports car, closing the door behind him.

As he walked to the building's entrance, Shuichi heard Yuki start the car and he waved a quick goodbye over his shoulder before disappearing behind the tinted glass doors. There, he watched and waited for Yuki to leave, his heart silently breaking.

When the car pulled out of the parking lot and out of view, Shuichi sighed and turned toward the elevator. Things were going to be different now, he knew they were. He was just wondering how they were going to work out.

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A raven-haired twenty year old sat solemnly walked throughout the empty hallways of NG Records, black sunglasses covering his broken grey eyes. It had been a month since Tatsuha had last talked Shuichi, and that had been when he left without an excuse or reason. Just because he had to. But he wanted to talk to him, wanted to make the man understand that it hadn't been his fault. It had been his past's and everyone else's.

A small sound that sounded somewhat like a snort snuck past his lips and the man shook his head. What in the hell was he thinking? Shuichi wouldn't want to see him again, not after what he had done. And how many times had he seen the man with his brother this past month? Too many times to count. He was really starting to wonder about what was going on between them.

The raven-haired young man sighed and turned around, headed for the elevator. If his head hadn't have been down and if he would have been paying a bit more attention, Tatsuha would have noticed the footsteps that grew faster and faster toward him before it had been to late. Tatsuha was tackled to the ground and his ass landed heavily on the marble floor, almost with a force hard enough to break his tailbone.

"What the fuck!" he yelled, his eyes closed against the pain. "Watch where in the hell you're going next time, won't ya?"

"Why are you so angry, Tat-chan?" Tatsuha tensed at the voice and opened his eyes to see Ryuichi Sakuma sitting on his stomach. "What's wrong?"

Cursing, Tatsuha felt for his sunglasses and found that they weren't on his face. God dammit! The eyes were the window to the soul and his naked eyes were now showing everything that he had felt in the past month and more.

"Nothing," he said and turned his face away from the brunette atop of him.

"Why are you lying to me, Tat-chan?" Ryuichi whined, putting a hand under the young man's chin to make him look at him. Tatsuha closed his eyes. "What did I do to make you angry?"

"You didn't do anything, Sakuma-san," Tatsuha whispered. The feel of his sex-god's hand under his chin was enough to drive him insane. And he hadn't gotten any for almost three months now. If you knew his brother's sex drive, you'd know that Tatsuha's wasn't very far behind.

"Then why do you look so sad?"

Tatsuha opened his eyes and cursed at the pure cuteness sitting on his stomach. The tears that hadn't already fallen down Ryuichi's face were welling up in the brunette's eyes, only to fall and be replaced by even more. He reached out and gently brushed away the tears, sucking in a breath when his fingers came in contact with the god's perfect skin.

"I've had a bad month, Sakuma-san. That's all," he whispered. "You had nothing to do with it."

"Promise?" Ryuichi asked, the tears marring his voice.

"I promise," Tatsuha said and smiled softly.

Ryuichi smiled brightly and the tears cleared almost as quickly as they had appeared. The brunette carefully stood up and extended a helping hand to the young man, which Tatsuha took gratefully.

"What are you doing here, Tat-chan?" the man-child asked. "Are you looking for Shu-chan?"

Tatsuha winced and closed his eyes at the question, cursing himself again when he felt a hand rest on each of his shoulders. He wouldn't cry, he wouldn't cry, he wouldn't… The damn broke and tears began to flow out of Tatsuha's eyes. He barely heard the brunette gasp, but he felt when the man took him into his arms and let him cry into his shoulder. Tatsuha's knees gave out and he slid to the floor, but Ryuichi never once let go of him. He just fell with him.

"Sh…," Ryuichi whispered. "Cry…let it all out. It'll be okay."

Tatsuha shook his head. "No, it won't," he cried. "Nothing will be okay."

Ryuichi sighed and rocked the man back and forth, back and forth. Slowly, Tatsuha's sobs stopped, but the tears wouldn't stop flowing. It was the first time he'd cried about…well, anything since he went to see his brother the day he broke up with Shuichi. Then, he had cried and told the blonde everything, about Rori, about Shuichi, about his fears, about…everything. He left himself completely naked that night, but he didn't know if he would be able to do it again.

He pulled away a few minutes later and diverted his eyes from the worried man beside him. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on the wall across the hallway.

"You're not okay, are you?" Ryuichi asked, and Tatsuha could already sense the man's childish façade wearing off in waves.

He sighed. Did he always manage to make everyone unhappy? Why had he even bothered to keep himself around for so long if all he brought with him was pain and hate?

Tatsuha shook his head and stood up, his mind the clearest it had been in a long time. He knew what he had to do and nothing would keep him from doing it.

"Thank you, Sakuma-san," he whispered and bowed before walking off.

He got in the elevator at the end of the hallway and hit the ground floor button. He was going to go home. Someplace where he didn't have to worry about making anyone happy, just himself, and he knew that that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. The elevator started moving and Tatsuha's stomach shot up into his chest, but he didn't feel it. He was too busy wallowing in his self-pity to realize anything.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened and Tatsuha walked out before they were even open all the way. He didn't fumble for the keys to his car in his pocket, he didn't head over toward his car, he didn't see the person following him. What he did see, however, was the heavy traffic flying by on the street at the edge of the parking lot, past the sidewalk.

He increased his pace and was soon running toward the traffic, a blue Mustang convertible filling his sight as it flew, blindly, toward the place that would end his pain and fear.

"Tatsuha! Don't!" someone behind him yelled and he was pulled back, that person's arms wrapped around his waist. "You don't want that! You don't want to die!"

The raven-haired man struggled against the person's hold and screamed, telling them to let him go, telling them that it was best for him to go and stop hurting everyone. No one looked, no one cared, no one saw.

Tatsuha was whipped around and the person crashed their lips against his in a forceful kiss. The young man struggled to get away, wanted to get back to what he had been preparing himself to do, but the person wouldn't let go. Soon, he found himself melting in the person's embrace and he opened his grey eyes to stare into crystal blue one's. His eyes widened when he realized who it was that was kissing him, and he began to hungrily return the kiss. Tears were falling down the other man's eyes and Tatsuha pulled away, his forehead resting lightly on his god's forehead.

"Why did you have to stop me?" he whispered, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

"Why wouldn't I?" Ryuichi asked, his voice layered with tears. "Why would I just let you go?"

Tatsuha moved his head and looked away. "Because I can't make anyone happy. All I know how to do is make people hurt."

Ryuichi started at the conviction in the man's voice and pulled Tatsuha into a tight hug. "But you make me happy," he whispered into Tatsuha's ear. "You always make me happy, and I hate seeing you sad."

"No, please, don't," Tatsuha moaned and struggled to get away, but Ryuichi wouldn't let go. "I can't."

"You can't what, Tat-kun? What can't you do?"

"I can't love someone again because then I'll just remember and I'll end up leaving. I can't do it," Tatsuha sobbed. "I can't take it anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone else."

Ryuichi's grip relented a little bit and he pulled Tatsuha back so he could look at him. "Who do you think you have hurt?"

"Rori. Shuichi. Everyone. I've failed everyone."

A hand connected with Tatsuha's cheek and his eyes snapped open, his hand rising to touch the red spot. He looked at the seething man before him and quickly looked away. Ryuichi was never meant to look as mad or as worried as he was now. He was never born to show those two emotions on his face.

"Dammit! Snap out of it, Tatsuha!" the man yelled. "You haven't failed anyone and you're crazy if you think that you have. Everyone cares the world about you. Can't you see that?"

Tatsuha squeezed his eyes tighter and a sob snuck past his lips. He was lying, he had to be. No one cared about him and no one ever had. Tatsuha's hands flew up and he gripped his head.

"No!" he screamed. "Stop lying! Don't lie to me!"

The strong arms wrapped around the crying man tightened and Tatsuha laid his head on Ryuichi's shoulder.

I'm not lying to you, Tatsuha," Ryuichi cooed. "Why would I? You mean the world to me."

"No, I don't. No, I don't," Tatsuha chanted, shaking his head. "I can't. I won't. No!"

The boy tore out of Ryuichi's grasp, too fast for the god to react, and dashed into the street.

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Cat-like silver eyes coldly looked out on the crowd surrounding the stage, the man's long auburn bangs hiding the glare from the crowd. The band was back out for an encore and he wanted to make it a good one, no matter how angry he was.

He struck a cord on his guitar and the crowd screamed. Next, Fujisaki hit a sweet ass beat on his synthesizer, followed by an extended solo by Ben. The lights flashed insanely, making the man pray that no one in the crowd had epilepsy, and then stopped. The entire stage was left in black and Fujisaki started a disturbing beat on his synth. It was just the noise of water dripping, but, if you knew what the lyrics that followed were, it would give you the chills too.

The unhindered voice of Bad Luck's vocalist poured out over the crowd…sad, dejected, broken.

Drip, drip, drip…
The sound's addicting
Feel the pain? You wanna scream?
Nothing's left, you're alone.
Alone to hurt…
alone to die.

The song didn't have any kind of direct chorus, but the dripping was somewhat muted by the kicking up of the band. Hiro and Shuichi strummed at their guitars and Ben started to beat on his helpless drums. It was the most metal song that Bad Luck had ever played, and possibly the most depressing.

Drip, drip, drip…
The tears don't come
as easily as they used to,
letting it all build insurmountably.
You're about to burst,
you need a release.
You grab the blade,
drag and press down

Pause, drip, continue…

Hiro's guitar solo…finally, his time to shine. He stepped forward and let the burning lights fall onto his figure as he played his guitar forcefully. They were his own tabs, something for him to be proud of, and he played like there was no end. Even though he knew that there was.

He played out the last long chord after Shuichi started singing again, the guitar screeching.

Drip, drip, drip…
No one knows, no one sees
the cuts that heal scarlessly.
You wanna run, wanna hide,
wanna scream, wanna cry.
You want someone to see
you're not invisible.

Silence except for the drip, drip, dripping of the synth fell, and Shuichi belted out the last verse as if it would be the last thing he would ever do.

Drip, drip, drip…
It's too much for you to handle.
You want it all to go away.
Reach out, grasp your salvation.
Set it down and pull.
It's all fading now,
everything is gone.

Drip, drip, drip…Fujisaki played out the end of the song and finished it off slowly. The crowd erupted into cheers and the band bowed, Ben beating at his drums again.

"You guys rock!" Shuichi yelled and bowed one last time before retreating back stage.

The silver eyes followed, never once leaving the black clad back of the man. They needed to talk, really talk.

Hiro followed Ben and Fujisaki off stage and was headed for his dressing room when his cell phone rang.

He sighed and answered.

"Hello?" he asked, his eyes widening at who and the tone of voice that who had on the other line.

"S-Sakuma-san? Calm down, what's the matter?"

Panic was weaved through the man-child's voice when he spoke, just making Hiro's blood pressure and own panic rise.

"Tatsuha? WHAT! Is he okay? What happened?"

Hiro's breath hitched in his throat and tears immediately began to form in his eyes when the god told him what had happened earlier that morning.

"He ran out into heavy traffic? No… Okay. We'll be there as soon as we can!"

He hung up his phone and stomped back to the dressing room, his anger flaring at Ryuichi's words. It was all his fault. All his goddamn fault!

Hiro made it to the dressing room and threw open the door, not the least bit surprised to see Yuki there talking with Shuichi while he got ready to leave. Shuichi peaked his raven head out from around his curtain and grinned when he saw that it was Hiro, basically skipping out to met the auburn-haired guitarist.

"Damn, dude, we kicked ass tonight!" the man yelled, engulfing his friend in a hug.

"Hm…" was all that Hiro said in response.

Shuichi stepped back, first bad move, and put a hand on Hiro's shoulder to ask what was wrong, second bad move. Hiro lunged out at the man and punched him across the face, making the surprised man fall back onto his ass.

Shuichi put a hand to his cheek and drew it away, looking at it in disbelief, before narrowing his eyes in anger. "What the fuck's your problem!" he growled, standing up from where Hiro laid him down.

Hiro stood back and had to refrain himself from lashing out again.

"I was just informed that Tat-chan tried to commit suicide. He ran out in front of heavy, moving traffic," he said as casually as he could, even though he was a ticking time bomb inside. "Sakuma-san said that it was because he was depressed about you."

"Tatsuha what!" Yuki yelled, his eyes wide with fear. "He wouldn't!"

Shuichi's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed once again in anger. "Don't you dare blame this on me, Hiro. Don't you dare."

Hiro snorted and turned his head away from the man before him. "Oh, he would Yuki. And why not? Shuichi tore his heart to shreds, so why wouldn't it be his fault? Huh, why not, Shuichi!"

"Because he left me, you dumb ass!" Shuichi growled and returned the punch that Hiro had dealt him.

Hiro chuckled and put a hand up to his cheek. "You hit like a girl, Shuichi."

Shuichi growled and lashed out at his friend again, but Hiro grabbed onto his wrist before he had time to do anything.

"And what do we have here?" he asked and grinned, turning the man's arm so the underside of his forearm showed. "One, two, three, four,…" Hiro counted the rest of the cuts silently and grinned again. "Someone's been a little mad at themselves lately."

Shuichi ripped his arm out of the man's grasp and pulled the sleeve of his jacket down. "It's none of your business!" he yelled and turned around, headed for his car keys.

"We're not done here!" Hiro yelled and grabbed Shuichi's shoulder, hard enough to make the man screech.

"Dammit, Hiro! What the fuck is your problem! I haven't done a damn thing wrong! He's the one that left me so he shouldn't want to kill himself because of that. I was the one that wanted to die." He said the last part in a whisper and ripped his shoulder out of Hiro's tight grasp. "But that's not what matters now!"

Hiro stood and watched as his friend walked over to the small dressing table and grabbed his car keys, sticking his cell phone in his pocket.

"Which hospital was it?" the man asked when he turned around.

"I thought it didn't matter," Hiro sneered.

Shuichi growled and turned his face away. "Why are you being such a dickhead, Hiro? Tatsuha is my friend and I want to see how he's doing. Am I not allowed to do that?"

Hiro started and then smiled, having fun toying with the man. "Why am I being such a dickhead?" he laughed out loud, throwing his head back as he did. When he looked back at the man, all that shown in his eyes was anger and pain. "Because you go back to this dickhead," He pointed at Yuki. "and leave Tatsuha out in the cold. My relationship is falling down around my ears because of all the shit that's been going on and I can't do anything to stop it. You've started to fucking cut again and I've always gotta be paranoid and worried that you just might end up slipping one time." He paused to take a breath, thinking as he did. "Do you still want to know what the fuck my problem is, Shuichi? 'Cause I can go on all night!"

"Eiri and I aren't together, thank you very much!" Shuichi yelled. "And we probably never will be."

Hiro laughed again. "So that's why he visited the first half of our tour in February?" He grinned devilishly when Shuichi's eyes widened. "Yeah, I saw that. You can tell me that you all didn't have a little fuck every other visit or so."

Shuichi scowled and punched Hiro across the face again. "Dammit, man! There's nothing between us! Now, will you please tell me what the address is so I can see how Tat-kun is doing! I want to make sure he's okay!"

"It's the downtown hospital," Hiro muttered and watched as Shuichi ran out the door, Yuki followed after in silence.

He stood there in the empty dressing room and finally let the damn he had built to hold back his tears while fighting break. The tears fell from his eyes and left burning trails down his face. Hiro screamed and fell to his knees, burying his hands in his hair.

Why was everything around him going so horribly? Why did he have to be so harsh? So mean? Had he just lost his best friend? His brother?

"Dammit!" he yelled and pulled at the long locks in anger. "Why in the hell is everything so wrong!"

He pounded his fists into his head and his tears turned to sobs, letting all the pent up anger and frustration of the past week pour out of his heart.

TBC…

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A/N: Can you say depressing? Whoo…damn that was sad. And I cried, too. But I had a bad…no, horrible week and needed to let my anger out somehow. This seemed to be the best and healthiest way…

Sorry that this took so long to come out. As I just said, I had a BAD week so it took me forever to write. And sorry for any spelling errors. I kinda didn't have time to edit it before posting it…

Okay…review of reviews…

Celina: For being the first to read and reply…THANKS SO MUCH! I'm glad you liked it! glomp…; GravityNeko: blushes Thanks, Neko-chan…; shadow0: cries I'm so sorry! Please don't hate me!…; Guren: Yeah, I hope you kinda got a little bit of Hiro's problem with this chappie. If not, I'm sorry. I'll work harder…; Tara-Yuki Uesugi: You're lucky! I wanted my tongue pierced so bad!…; Crystal Flowers: He, he…feelings to himself. smiles But I got what you meant…; tangerine-asuka: I really hope this was good enough!…; The Mysterious S: Ooo…LONG review. I like the big 'uns. I'm glad that you liked the piercing thing too, but I'm sorry that I made you cry. I didn't mean it! But I cried too…; Sour-Skittlez: I'm tryin'! And thanks for the love! It's much appreciated…; animegirl12182: I think you need more sleep, girl! You're always sleepy! smiles But I can't talk. Night's the best and only time to write…hugs…; eiri-chan: He, he…thanks…; Ryuichi Sakuma: I hope I made Kumagorou happy! And you too!…; sakuryo: Okay…not much of a genki baka, but I'm workin' on it. I promise!…; CassiToTheStars: Ooo…another big 'un. sighs I'm glad that you liked it! I always looked forward to your reviews! I hope you liked the update…; Sammy -.-zzz: He, he…yeah…I get what you meant…; shadowcat06: I'm glad that you enjoyed it…; subzero13: Thanks! I hope you enjoyed!…; LadyRave: Was the break-up bad? I've had mixed reviews and I don't know if ya'll hate me or not. Do you? pouts And I promise to read your fic A.S.A.P…; Dhampir: Don't worry. I'm just glad to have a review from you because I LOVE your stuff! And I really think that your stuff is better than mine, but hey…everyone's their own worst critic, right? hugs THANK YOU SO MUCH!…; Cradle 2 the Grave: Ooo…good movie. Wait…he, he. DAMN, this is scary! You sound just like me. Ooo…creepy. And don't worry about venting. I've done it plenty of times this week and I even now about the whole bastard school counselor thing. It sucks! If you ever really need to vent…you can e-mail me…it's in my profile…; animesnowprincess: Details revealed in chapter 2…; Hiyruuthewarrior: Dude! You rock! Evvy and LC kick ass! And I'm glad that you're not angry anymore! I hate when people get mad at me for it so I'm glad that you're not mad a Shu anymore…; Trina: Ooo…thank you! I do want to be an author so bad! And Stephen King kicks ass!…

Damn…twenty-three reviews! glomps everyone Thank you all soo much! You have no idea how happy this made me! Well, I guess I should go. It's midnight-thirty and I'm falling asleep while I'm typing. It's kinda funny, but sad at the same time…

I'll see ya'll at the beginning of chapter 16! Ja!…