Already established: Tohma/Sakano, Yuki/Shuichi

What do we know about the Characters: They are currently residing in Tohma's beach house/manor

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Gravitation

It was looking to be a beautiful day, as it was already a great morning, a pink haired singer thought as he showered, letting hot water wash down him as he soaped up with his strawberry bath wash and scrubbed off any remains of dirt on him. He was so happy that he was unable to stop himself from humming lyrics as they flowed through his mind, though he did keep himself from bursting into song, Yuki hated loud singing in the morning, well he hated loud singing period, but he at least tolerated it when the sun was high in the sky and he was actually awake and functioning and there was no way, Shuichi was going to spoil his morning by pissing off his lover especially since things had been going so well lately, no way, no how. So humming his heart out would have to do for expressing his joy until he was out of hearing range from the sleeping blonde.

Last night had just been wonderful! Shuichi had cooked for the third night in the row. Finally, it seemed his secret cooking lessons had begun to show profit and he had cooked a delicious if a simple meal of fish and rice. The salmon had for once wasn't brunt, undercook, too salty, too bland or too hot. The rice tasted like rice and fluffy, not crunchy or salty or…well let's just say, the food was fully cooked, edible and actually good.

Shuichi hadn't set anything on fire or broke any dishes, nor had he caused any damage to himself that normally had the blonde kicking him out of the kitchen and forbidding him from touching anything. There wasn't even a huge mess, which got a rare 'Eiri smile', the small real smiles that actually reached his eyes and didn't hold a hint of annoyance or irritation or sarcasm. Yuki hadn't had a deadline coming, so no late nights or pressure that spiked his blood pressure and temper, and had been a very good mood the night before.

Shuichi hadn't even been forced to camp out in his studio, in their new apartment of three months. He started to actually mouth actual words and had to force them down again, as he gave shiver at the that thought. *Their* apartment, both their names on the actual lease, Yuki couldn't kick him out now! Picked out and chosen by the both of them, which he to be honest about was more of a suite, and was rather nice and something four years ago he would never dreamed of owning. But now between Yuki's and his income, they could easily afford it.

It had three big bedrooms, a spacious kitchen and a large living room and even a dining room. With three bathrooms, two were full with baths and one just had a shower. The master bedroom was 'their' bedroom; with the other two rooms were the same sizes smaller than the master bedroom but still larger than their other apartment's master bedroom.

Those two rooms were their respective offices. Yuki's office was his sanctuary, rarely was Shuichi allowed in there.

One wall had a full length white board that he used as a story board, and the other walls were hidden by wall size bookcases, crammed with books he had previous written, books by his favorite authors, dictionaries, and an insane numbers of notebooks. Yuki always had a notebook on him where he would scribble all and every idea that came to him, through to be fair Shuichi was the same. In the center of Yuki's office was a large oak desk with his computer and printer/fax/scanner on it. The last wall had a black leather couch pressed against it, that he crashed on during his all nighters or when he was furious with Shuichi. Above the couch were various awards and a framed letter from an editor accepting to publish his first book.

The other office was Shuichi's home studio and it just as much as his sanctuary as Yuki's was for him. He had one wall with a white board, just as Yuki did, that he used to scribble lyric ideas. The other three walls were covered in wall length mirrors, one mirror having a dancing bar horizontally across it. This room had his keyboard that he had since high school with his large headphones hanging over the side edge. He had a large stereo system that played both CD's and cassettes and also recorded pressed against one of the mirrors, with a guitar next to it. One bookcase pressed against another mirror wall, crammed with notebooks and binders spilling with paper's covered in music and lyrics, music books and occasional novels. The room had been remodeled to have wooden floors, so that he could practice and get a feel of the stage and sound proof walls, so that his music wouldn't disturb Yuki or the neighbors. Also like Yuki he did have a couch, but this couch was couch bed, Shuichi stayed there when he had deadlines or Yuki was pissed or on the rare occasions he was mad at Yuki.

But dinner had been good and Yuki in a good mood, a really good mood, Shuichi thought blushing bright red as he thought about last night. And then again this morning Yuki had actually woke up when his own alarm clock had gone off, and hadn't let him get up. He had woken up in a playful mood and apparently in the mood for another round. He was still a little sore, the pink haired singer thought squirming a little, and made sure to clean himself there real well. He had learned to be very methodical, Yuki's word of the week, with washing everywhere, but especially he turned pink just thinking about it, there.

If he didn't, then he would end up itching and uncomfortable all day. And that would be embarrassing if he squirmed as bad as had the last time he forgot. Sakano had been very loud in dismay as the realization his lead singer couldn't sit still for pictures dawned on him. And it took a long time for him to be able to live that down…worse than the teasing though was the scary offers of washing him himself from various fans, shuddering at the memory, Shuichi reached for the body wash and poured a larger than needed glop on his hands and scrubbed harder, his stool jerking. Definitely never again would he be that careless.

Getting out the shower, he stood in front of the sink and scrubbed his teeth, allowing the worse of the wetness dripped down to the floor and continued its way to the drain. After his teeth sparkled and his mouth was minty, he wrapped himself in a large fluffy towel, and a grabbed a smaller towel for his head to wrapped in. Delaying long enough to put on his deodorant, he headed out of the bathroom, quieting his humming.

Their bedroom was empty and Shuichi tilted in his confusion at the missing lover, before he shook his head and just began to dress. Yuki probably took advantage of his rare early morning to get started on his writing. He might even been inspired by this morning's activities, he was a romance writer after all. Shuichi hummed louder at thought.

The walk in closet was divided by the obvious difference in clothing. Yuki's side was full of suits while Shuichi's was full of his stage clothing. Scanning the articles, he chooses to get with a simple pair of black jeans and a bad luck t-shirt. He couldn't help himself; maybe it was a little arrogant but every concert had him buying a bad luck t-shirt. But how could he not? It was proof that he had done it, he was living his dream.

That everyone who had laughed and scoffed at his ambitions had to eat their words when they went into stores and saw these shirts. Anyone could get a cd out, you could self-publish but not everyone would get their own clothing line!

No those were for the people, the actual groups that were made it! Those who proved they didn't just have one good song that they were just there for a season, a fad that would be forgotten. A one hit wonder. No these shirts were physical proof that they existed, that even if they never performed another song, held another concert, even if he stopped singing right now, he had existed, and he had reached his dream. A sudden goofy grin crossed his face as he realized what he was thinking. Give up singing? Not ever, they still had the sky to reach for, before they were done.

Shaking his head at his silliness, he threw the clothes on the bed, hung his towels up, not eager for a lecture after such a great day and slipped on a pair of briefs and then his jeans. The shirt came on next, followed by nettle grasper socks and his favorite black boots, which went up to just below his knees. Running a brush though his now dry pink hair, he hurried out of the room, to see what he could scavenge up for breakfast and the humming died in his throat.

"'Bout time brat, I was beginning to think you drowned in the shower." Yuki remarked as placed a pitcher of orange juice on the table that was set for two. There were two steaming plates already sitting at the table waiting for them.

"Y-Yuki?" Shuichi stuttered, not sure he wasn't still dreaming. The words made sense and fit in his reality, but the scene. "W-what?"

"What you don't like western breakfasts?" Yuki turned to look at Shuichi with a smirk, knowing the singer was never picky about food, and the real reason for his surprise, before he was bowled over by a pink blur "YYYYYYUUUUUUUUUKKIIII!"

"-BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME! HOW COULD I NOT FALL IN LOVE-!"

By the time Hiroshi Nakano had arrived to pick him up, he had been floating past cloud nine and headed to ninety-nine. Shuichi felt like he was floating and just climbed behind his friend, still ecstatic about his romantic breakfast. Already humming a new song that he was writing on the spot, on the way to work he had gone from humming to full blown singing.

His lungs carrying his voice from his spot to ten meters in every direction, helped along by the wind.

Hiro and the others struck in traffic were very glad that he had such a great voice to go along with his large lungs and many rolled down their windows, turning off their radios for a sneak peek of Bad Luck's newest song. Some who hadn't saw the point of Bad Luck, and thought it was a conspiracy and lots of editing, were suddenly converted and on their way to becoming hard core fans, and made a stop to the music store before work. Not caring that they were going to be late, too enchanted by that voice to even worry about it.

Shuichi didn't stop. Not even when Hiro pulled up to N-G, and pulled him through the entrance doors, he just on singing, now on his third new song that morning. Through now off the motorcycle he had begun to add dance moves with his singing, and had to be guided by Hiro to their studio.

The N-G employees immediately stopped what they were doing and gravitated towards the voice. A few hopeful bands, who thought they might be able to compete against Bad Luck for a label, certain that the band wasn't all that great without extra technical help, found that they couldn't find their voice for their audition.

The rest of bad luck came peeking around the corners, recognizing the voice blaring though not the words.

"You have been recording, ne Hiro?" K, bad luck's manager suddenly asked making Hiro jump as the question came right at his ear.

Hiro laughed nervously, a hand going to the back of his head…and then let go of Shuichi and ran for it. Ducking just in time to miss the bullet aimed at his head, he shivered as the heat of the bullets that chased after him. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, click, click. Suguru Fujisaki ignored the commotion, having long learned that it was just better for his sanity if he ignored what didn't fit in his reality and finished dragging their lead singer into the studio. Placing him at a table with a pin and paper, he began to set up his keyboard.

Shuichi was going on to his next song by the time, a traumatized Hiro was dragged in by K. Suguru ignored newest the commotion focused only on business, sitting at his keyboard, he plugged in the head phones and began to start putting the new songs to music.

Discovering that this was Shuichi's fourth new song, K had been torn, both thrilled at the new songs, but also annoyed that Shuichi just couldn't sit still and pen down the lyrics. On Hiro's advice, who had told the group this was really nothing new that it was just best to record him as this how Shuichi really got when he was inspired.

K just kept Shuichi well supplied with hot honey tea and placed hot towels wrapped around his neck, every half hour, so he wouldn't damage his voice. Placing him in front of a microphone, they turned on the recording and began their own work. Hiro fell back into their high school routine just playing tuneless tunes to give Shuichi background.

Suguru wasn't to put off by this newest quirk of his singer. He was just relieved that there would be no struggle or drama, real or imaginative, beyond the love high attitude the singer had adopted. Suguru just worked with his head phones plugged in, though only one was on his ear. So that he could set up music to the lyrics, without disturbing or influencing Shuichi's muse, but still hear how the tune was going in Shuichi's mind, so he could do his best to match it. As he played he marveled at the voice and the talent, that wasn't just in singing.

He remembered their first meeting, how he had convinced himself to make his own alterations of Shuichi's work not caring that he was bound to piss of the writer. Feeling smug at his small petty revenge still angry at his cousin for putting him with a fad talentless band.

He knew his cousin had, at the time been working on nurturing on another group, the band, Ask, a very short lived band and hadn't really spared much attention to his newest label, the band, Bad Luck. The group that he had thrown his cousin on, and had assumed that it would be true to its namesake and be bad luck.

Of course that was until he heard Shuichi seriously sing and realized that he wanted on in more than anything in the world. But now he thanked his cousin every day, between his curses at the craziness his band brought into his life.

And understood just how well his cousin had played the world once again, seeming not to care about this newest band, but then bringing Ryuichi Sakuma to their first opening, putting his old team mate Noriko Ukai on it, placing his second in command Sakano, who while crazy was an utter genius in music, as Bad Luck's producer.

Speaking of Sakano, Surgu glanced at the clock in surprise that Sakano wasn't there yet. He had ran off this morning to do whatever errands he was running for the president and had only now realized that the producer was still missing. No one wanted Shuichi distracted. They had been skating for a while now with Shuichi just barely making the deadline even with weeks of notice.

And now, for once there was no approaching deadline, and he was coming out with song after song. What's more that songs made sense and were better quality than normal. The rest of the band exchanged determined glances; they were going to find out what was so different this morning than the other mornings and found out a way to get it to happen again.

"IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!"

Hiroshi jumped, his hand slipping from the chords, he had been replaying on his guitar, giving Shuichi background noise to work with and Suguru paused in his writing. They both turned and stare at the open door blinking, as a huge crowd raced through the hallways, screaming and crying and throwing things. Shuichi was still in his own world, eyes closed and blaring out words, through his voice had grown quieter throughout the morning from constant singing. It was obvious that by the time the day was over, even with K constantly supplying their sing with hot tea and hot towels, Shuindu was going to be without a voice.

"THE END IS NEAR!"

"RUN FOR IT!"

The noise was cut off by a glaring K closing the door and locking it. While Hiro and Suguru stared speechless, K began to pile furniture in front of the doors. Once he had loaded as much furniture in front of the doors, he yanked out a bazooka out of nowhere and stood in front of the pile, looking quite crazy and mad.

"I don't think so." He hissed, he glared daggers at the guitarist and pianist "it's a conspiracy I tell you, a conspiracy. They know. They knooooww! Shuichi is finally inspired on working and they want to sabotage him. Well that's not happening. No one is leaving this room while he's still singing!"

Hiro and Suguru looked at each other blankly, and the glances exchanged, they agreed that the crazy gun wielding manager might for once have a point to his madness. They weren't going to let anything distract Shuichi until his inspiration ran dry. They damned if they were going to let the world end when Shuichi was this inspired.

Shuichi sung all morning. Even when he had to take a break and go to the bathroom he had been forced to carry around a recorder. They were weary of doing anything to break his muse. He was on to the eleventh new song, and they wanted to see how many they could get out of him. And with Hiro helpfully filling in times when his muse was broken because the singer had been forced to try and pen his words rather than just sing his heart out, well… they were weary of doing anything to break his muse.

K might have kept them blocked in even through lunch, but the minute Yuki stepped though the N-G building, he had no chance in prayer of keeping Shuichi focused on singing.

The singer had paused in singing and ran to the front of the door, and began throwing things out of the door way, finishing clearing the way just in time for the blonde writer to walk through the door unhindered and unaware of the previous blockade.

Shuichi had been confused but pleased when Yuki had came to the studio. He was flying high on love and could only be pleased he got to share it with the one who caused him this joy. All morning he had been replaying the evening before and the early morning, fuel his songs with all the emotions Yuki caused. It had been so long since he had felt so free of worries and concerns, but he was enjoying it.

He let Yuki pull him out the studio, with himself giving a cheery wave to his band. It was time for a break, and his throat was so tired and dry. However his confusion increased and his glee had decreased as Yuki led him out the N-G building not in the direction of a parking lot but to an alleyway. An empty alleyway.

The blonde didn't even give an acknowledgement. Just glanced around, and then yanked him into his arms.

"Yuki…?" Shuichi found himself having to speak despite his promise to Yuki that he would be quiet, and found him unable to speak as pressure closed all around him and his eyesight blurred as scenery steamed pass him as if he was in a car. And he was no longer in the parking lot but in front of a manor.

Despite what the Europeans magical governments would have the world believe, the Japanese magical community was not weak nor were they were disorganized. They simply had a different approach to keeping the magical world's existence hidden. While Europe was obsessive in hiding all traces of their existence and rarely ever meeting an actual Muggle for fear of contamination, Japan did it differently. Japan had chosen not to isolate themselves and live in paranoid fear and hindering their knowledge of the muggle world. They kept their secrets by hiding in plain sight. After all no one would bother searching hard for something they don't believe to be hidden. They didn't struggle to keep their tales out of the non-magical populations' reach, and in fact shared them willing, amused and chagrined to find out how the truth was twisted and bent by many creative muggles.

Many of the muggle Japanese knew of the existence of magic. They might not have believed it, but they knew of it. Young children could recite tales of dragons and the foolish men who changed into animals and forgot how to turn back. They knew rhymes and riddles that warned to be weary of trying to control nature, for nature would overcome you and control you instead. And everyone knew that magic once existed but had died out due to the breaking of traditions and the acceptance of the western ways into their lives.

Some witches and wizards choose to transcribe tales of heroes and adventures to the Muggle world. Wanting to immortalize the existence of brave men and women who suffered and sacrificed their very lives for others to be saved. One tale was about Naruto, whom from birth was born into tragedy and hardship, chosen by his secret father to hold a source of great evil power and rose to greatness by never giving up. Another was about a love story of a royal princess trapped in another kingdom only to discover the one peasant she fell in love with was really the crown prince though her brother, Yosho.

If the non-magical community saw the magical creatures who could not or would not hide their strangely colored hair or their gravity defying hair or their unnatural strength, it would be taken as nerds who loved mangas just a little too much. The muggles even unknowingly helped hide their secrets by being fans and styling their own hair after their beloved animes.

Yes the best way, Japan's magical government had decided to hide their magic was by hiding it in plain site. The muggle community was very content in their knowledge of magic, and would laugh at anyone trying to make claims that people were hiding the existence of magic from them.

Shuichi himself had heard the tales of magic and dragons since he was a toddler sitting on his grandmothers' knees. He had been obsessed with the idea of magic when he was boy, but later his obsession changed to the love of music when he heard Nittle Grasper. He had felt he had outgrown the tales of magic and his crazy grandma who actually thought magic still existed, and was more content to listen to his mp3 player and compose songs for his band bad luck. Later his interests had spread to Yuki and he had been content to be the lead singer of his band and the lover of Yuki.

Yet as Yuki lead him to him to the parking lot, oddly abandon, Shuichi wanted to turn around, he had forgotten to tell Hiro something every important he needed to go tell him right now, Yuki refused to let go and just pulled him along, ignoring Shuchi's protests. The further they got into the lot, Shuichi forgot that he had something very important to tell Hiro and began to fear instead.

There was something very bad in here, something scary and dangerous and they needed to get out of here, but his pleas were ignored as his lover just yanked him further into the parking lot, and pulled him close, and their world spun around him, leaving him staggering in front of a large manor, the tales came whirling back, along with his hate for the love of his life.

Shuichi was sharply reminded how of how much he love Yuki, he hated him with equal passion, as he was pulled though the front door with no explanation, but a curt reminder not to ask any questions.

Oh he knew he couldn't explain to those who have never been in love. They wouldn't have understood, would have been appalled that he could hate someone he loved. It didn't matter how long he explained it, or the examples given, they wouldn't be able to wrap their minds around it. Because for Shuichi his hate was only outmatched by the love he bore him.

If Shuichi ever revealed that bit of shame, the truth of his hidden hate. They wouldn't understand or worse they would assume they did. They would nod their heads knowingly and assume that it's because he's mean and a bastard at times, forgetting that's what attracted Shuichi to him in the first place.

Their first meeting that February, hadn't been of soft gentle words and instant attraction. Shuichi had been terrified of him as he reached the stranger walk towards him that night in the park, his lyrics clutched in his hands. And Yuki hadn't been kind when he told him his opinion of his lyrics. He couldn't call what they had in the beginning as love, as he naively called it when he had been forced to reveal his feelings for the writer. No, not when he now had experienced what love truly was.

At the time they had been drawn to each other, found each other attractive and had felt possessive of the other's regard. They had felt the beginning seeds of love. He hadn't known that to truly love Yuki, until he had learned to hate him. It sounded stupid and confusing and crazy, but Shuichi knew that those who actually loved, would realize he was right if they thought about it.

It was why so many relationships didn't last, despite the feelings they had in the beginning. To love someone you had to become vulnerable, you had to let go all your masks and secrets and give to the others safe keeping. You had to learn to trust and to bare your heart and soul. Not knowing if the other would take it and crush what you have given. In fact it was a necessary thing, to experience that violation of the trust. Because it took off your blinders, forced you to see their flaws and the ugliness in the beauty you had loved.

Shuichi had to be broken, and shattered so he could learn to love all of that. He had to love the ugliness, the scars, the cruelty, take the bad with the good. And had to see if his 'love' could actually withstand the storm of life and time. Shuichi had learned to hate Yuki, because he didn't just become aware of Yu- Eiri's darkness, but of his own. Eiri had shown him, in his rush head first to love him, that he had a darkness in his own self. That he just as many flaws and that he was just as capable of causing the same pain.

And at this time, he could feel that darkness rise to the surface. His joy and contentment from the morning before was gone. He could barely remember the joy that had filled his morning. Staring after his lover he didn't see the man who cooked his breakfast this morning, with his favorite foods, but the man who delighted in taking his love and mocking it. Took his dreams and crushed them with a laugh. Knowing with such dark certainty that he'll keep coming back, that despite his resolve, he was far too much in love with this man. And he wondered why, because there was only hate he felt when he stared after him.

Shuichi felt dizzy and afraid. He had grown up with the knowledge that sorcerers and magic was a time long past, and now real only in legends. He tried to keep himself open minded and flexible, not some stubborn bastard who refuses to learn how to accept know things, but this…this was pushing it. He felt torn between fury, anger, fear, curiosity and awe.

He followed Yuki through the hallway, his mind whirling with questions and stories half remembered and half forgotten. The singer wasn't quite sure where they were, it wasn't a place he recognized, not that he knew that meant anything. No matter how his mind whirled he couldn't ignore the grandness of the place. The spacious hallways and the tasteful but obviously expensive décor. He itched to be allowed to explore. Still not use to be around rich things despite five years of being a pop star and being in a relationship with a famous romantic writer. But then again, both Yuki and Shuichi were simpler in their needs. Shuichi had always felt that despite Yuki turning his back on his family temple, the teachings were strong in him, and he was no one for futile riches. While Shuichi had no desire to own fancy things, he did enjoy seeing what rich people actually had.

But his desire to explore was pressed under so much concerns and fears, that he was amazed that he even managed to feel desire to check things out. His musings were put on hold, when Yuki lead him into an open living room, and Shuichi blinked in surprise at the sight of who was there. His boss Tohma and his producer Sakano were sitting on a couch, curled close to each other, obviously distressed.

Something he was used to seeing on Sakano, he had to admit, through this was different from his usual theatrics, instead of running around wildly through the room, he was sitting perfectly still. But Tohma, his boss had never been anything but composed, a smile normally on his face. Shuichi could count on a few hands, how many times he actually seen him, disheveled and without his polite smile. And each time it had involved Yuki and his health.

But as Yuki was well and next to him, even if he was freaking him out and had him scared out of his mind…he didn't know what it could be. And to be honest he was scared too, whatever was going on, was beyond his understanding and had left him without solid ground to stand on.

"Where is he?" Yuki's words were brisk and tense, seemingly unaware of the moods of the two men in the room, but contrary to his words and tone, Yuki moved completely into the room as he spoke, going to Tohma's side, and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"He's in his usual room, resting." Tohma answered tiredly, raising the hand not holding Sakano's to touch Yuki's hand, "He…he used too much. Ryu's taking care of him now, if he hadn't arrived when he did… well we were lucky, both of them of them will live. Still, he's going to be out for a while."

Shuichi understood nothing of the conversation. The more they spoke, the more uncomfortable he became. Why was he even here? This was obviously something that had nothing to do with him. Kami. He had been with Yuki for over five years now, and he was still missing key things about his lover, that everyone already knew. He stopped himself from inhaling, forcing his thoughts to stop. He had promised Yuki that he would wait, and it sounded like someone was seriously hurt, so his confusion wasn't as important. He just needed to be patient, just be patient a little longer…

He had apparently tuned out the rest of the conversation, because Yuki was gesturing for him to leave the room first. Yuki followed him, before quickening his pace so that he was just an little in front of him.

"I'll take you to our room, first. Then I need to check on my brother." Sigh, and a hesitant, "Then I will explain."

"Everything?" Shuichi asked quietly, surprised by the evenness of his voice and how calm it sounded. He surely didn't feel that way.

Yuki paused for a moment, before he answered, his own response as soft as Shuichi's as he agreed, "Everything."

Shuichi nodded, though he doubted Yuki saw it, and let himself be led to a room. It was spacious, just like the rest of the house, but unlike it there wasn't much cluttered. There was a large bed, an arm chair, a large dresser, two small ones, a coffee table and a book shelf. But there was something comforting about this room. The door clipped behind him, and he took a seat on the bed, for lack of better options. Sinking into the soft mattress, Shuichi found himself shaking terribly as he suddenly was by himself and able to think without the presence of Yuki.

Lying back as tried to suppress sudden tears, needing an outlet for the confusion, anger and fear that was building in his so badly, that his body was overreacting and rebelling against he command. He didn't know how long he lied there, tears escaping despite his tightly suppressed eyelids and his body shaking despite his demands to stop. But the next thing he knew was that he was blinking at Yuki, who was sitting in the arm chair, watching him.

At first he was a little confused and disorientated, but memory quickly came back. And he scrambled back up, taking a sitting position on the bed. Unable to believe that he had actually just drifted off like that. Yuki said nothing, but Shuichi was in no hurry to break the silence. The feelings had been suppressed were back and he was barely stopping himself from trembling in anger and the sinking feeling of betrayal.

He remembered the two sides of love, he felt the hate thick in his mouth. But he refused to break the silence. He knew Yuki was counting on him being impatient and desperate to understand. That he wanted him to make it easy for him, give him questions to answer, give him a point to start. Find out what he had pierced together and fill in only that puzzle piece. But he was so sick of half truths and being left in the dark.

"You reached out to me." Yuki suddenly stated, breaking the quiet. Shuichi looked up, startled from the guest bedroom that he had guided into. He had known it was useless to force Yuki to do what he was digging his feet from not doing, and had chosen to hold his peace. Not really sure what to say anyway, and not wanting to sound hysterical. He knew it was hard sometimes for Yuki to take him seriously, and this was not one of those areas, he wanted him to be in.

"What?"

"You reached for me." A startling smile appearing on his face, it was a rare one, not one he often saw, this one he count on one hand on seeing, and have fingers to spare. He honestly didn't know why he was seeing it now, and apart of him softened, another part resented it. He was scared, freaked out and angry and Yuki was acting well different. Not his usual self, something Shuichi desperately needed to be able to anchor himself too, to be able to push aside his emotions again, and be his usual self.

"I'm sure you figured out by now, magic is real." Shuichi saw it, felt even but he was still reeling from the knowledge, "Magic is like a finger print. It's unique and no one else has the same print. Because of that, people try to reject the other person's magic. We naturally repel another's signature, because it's foreign. It takes more work for magic to stick to another. It takes us years to learn to condition ourselves not to fight it, but to accept the others magic. And you…no formal training or anything and just didn't just accept it, but you embraced mine. My magic was causing you pain, and you still reached for me in comfort, for anchoring."

What the hell did that even mean?

"Even now." He said softly, his eyes still glowing as he leaned forward, "Even after feeling my magic and receiving no questions for your millions of questions, you still trust me. Trust me enough to even sleep here in my room, so saturated with my magic, that even my sister avoids this room."

Shuichi frowned, he had noticed that the room had been comforting but he didn't see what this all had to do with anything. And magic…really? He knew he had seen some odd stuff that defied logic but since he had joined bad luck that had seemed to be the norm not the exception. Still through, he can handle managers that actually shoot at him, and unending bullets, K was a fast loader and Shuichi was normally dodging to notice him, and how any physical damage N-G suffers is always fixed within the same hour but that just good contracting, and, okay being squeezed through some invisible tube and ending up elsewhere was…MAGIC WAS REAL!

Then was…Shuichi's eyes went wide, GRANDMA ROSE REALLY WASN'T CRAZY!

Author's note: For those who are not Harry Potter fans don't worry neither is Shuichi, so I made it so you can learn with him. Anyway being a HP fan won't be that much help, other than knowing characters since Harry Potter will be AU since 5th year and not the focus.