A/N: Since I forgot to do this in my last chapter, I should probably do it now so I don't get sued or something, haha.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Gravitation or any of the characters in any way, shape, or form, and all rights go to the author.

Yuki's eyes fluttered open as sunlight hits his face. He groaned softly and covered his face with his pillow. His head was throbbing painfully and he wanted nothing more than to close all the blinds and go back to sleep. "Ungh…Shuichi…please make the sun go away…"

Silence.

Uncovering his face, he glanced over to the other side of the bed and frowned. Why is it em—Oh, right. The argument.

Memories of the previous night washed over him like a flood and he groaned again. He was out of line, that much he knew, but he was in no position to take back his words. He sighed softly to himself and slid out of bed to make himself some coffee. "Wait…"

He blinked and paused right before he got to the door. Why was it in a different place? Not to mention, why the hell was it a different color? He reached out to touch it, making sure it wasn't some sort of illusion. He frowned in confusion and his eyes tightened as he turned slowly around the face the rest of his room. His bed was in the middle of the floor with no sort of elevation. His windows were facing the door, curtains wide open and displaying skyscrapers. What the hell is going on? Why am I in my old room?

He shook his head, attempting to clear it. I need a drink. He walked out and froze as soon as he saw the layout of his old apartment, fully furnished. His body went cold. He dearly hoped for his brother's health and safety that this was some practical joke he was playing on him. But why would he do this, and how?

Yuki walked around his old apartment, dumbfounded and irritated. His headache was building again and he rubbed his temples. He would get to the bottom of this, that much was sure. He ran his fingers through his already tousled hair and made his way to the kitchen, his feet padding softly on the wood paneling. Everything was as he remembered it; neat, and arranged in a certain order. Not to mention, spotless. A shiver ran through his body. This was too much déjà vu. He turned on his heel and promptly walked out of the kitchen, making his way over to the TV. Maybe there would be some answers there.

Yuki picked up the gray remote that lay on his black leather couch and flopped down on it, turning the device on at the same time.

"--up and coming band, Bad Luck is here with us today for an exclusive interview!"

Up and coming?Yuki's eyes narrowed. No, it couldn't be.

Maybe it's best if you and I had just never met.

The words resonated in his mind, echoing in an all but ominous way. Maybe it's best if you and I had just never met.

"No…Shit, no. That wasn't even a real wish. There's no possible way that—is there? No." His eyes tightened again and his right hand flew to his forehead as he ran over the scene in his mind. Stuff like that didn't happen, did it?

Obviously it does if you're in your old apartment and Bad Luck is just starting out.

He groaned. The voice in the back of his head was not helping in one bit. He ran his hands through his tousled hair and groaned once more.

All right, look at the facts. You're in your old apartment. Bad Luck is just now making its debut. The first thing you need to do is find out the date and then go from there. Call people to find out what exactly is going on. There's no need to jump to conclusions. Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic…

But it was too late. Yuki stared at the ground with widened gold eyes, attempting not to hyperventilate. Maybe it's best if you and I had just never met. His eyes involuntarily filled with tears and he tugged at his hair, feeling like his entire world was crashing around him. The television was background noise to him now, barely registering the fact that Shuichi was talking about his latest song, Glaring Dream.

Nausea overtook Yuki. He stood up and turned the TV off, unable to listen anymore. Tohma. He needed to call Tohma. Rushing to his home phone, he punched in his best friend's phone number, pacing around nervously.

"Hello?" Tohma's soft yet firm voice rang out through the phone and Yuki sighed with relief, glad for at least some familiarity.

"Tohma, it's me."

"Yuki, to what do I owe this gracious call?"

Yuki stopped pacing around the living room and took in a deep breath. "What's the date today? And what's up with Bad Luck?"

Tohma's soft laughter resonated in his ear. "Always quick to skip over the small talk, aren't we? Today is March 15th, 1996. And Bad Luck is an up and coming band. We've been sponsoring them for a little over a month now. They're pretty good."

Yuki had to cling to the phone in order to not drop it. 1996…I'm in the past, then. Oh god… "Oh, I see. Uh…thanks. I have to go."

"Yuki, is everything all right?"

He shook his head. No, everything was most certainly not all right. "Uh…yes, everything's all right. I just wanted to call and check on something. I have to go now. Thanks for the information."

Click.

He dropped down to the floor, his body thudding softly on the wood. His head was in his hands and he was glancing down at the ground, afraid to look up at the rapidly spinning room. "What did you do, Eiri?"

A/N: You know the drill everyone, please review because they make me smile. Be honest though! Don't be afraid to critique my work. It'll actually help me improve, especially since I feel like I dropped the ball with this chapter. Haha. Pushing all negativity aside, however….

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GODDESS OF LITERATURE! I hope it's a good one this year. =D