Title: Scars

By: Aizawa Sakura

Disclaimer: Gravitation, and all its characters, belong to Maki Murakami. That's not me.

Summary: Shuichi loses his will to live. Tatsuha falls in love with him and is prepared to do anything to save his life. Even send him to Japans no.1 Casanova.

Authors Note: Thanks for the reviews. Sorry I haven't updated for so long, hope you're still with me.

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Chapter 3

Tatsuha was lying on his back. His bed was soft and warm and sleep was luring just around the corner. But he didn't want to fall asleep. Not yet. He wanted to go through the day once more first. The walk in the park. How he had managed to make Maiko angry, by saying the wrong things. It hadn't gone too well, he supposed. During their walk, she had looked over at him a couple of times. What he had seen in her eyes had frightened him. He thought it was hate. If Maiko was angry with him she might not allow Shuichi to see him again. And she seemed strong enough to stop him from seeing her brother. Her father had seemed sceptical too. And the mother… He didn't want to think so, but she appeared to him as someone who was on their way to become crazy. Remembering the feeling of Shuichi's hand in his, he hoped he was wrong. And he hoped he would be able to see the boy again. Soon. Maiko hadn't seen it, but Shuichi had reached out for him. And then there was the look he had given him. Those purple orbs had been so full of pain, but he had seen something else as well. He didn't know exactly what it was, but he thought it was something good.

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Maiko had never been able to sleep on her back, therefore, she was lying on her stomach. She was hugging her pillow. Okay, so she wasn't really hugging it, she just had it pressed against her face. That way she could cry as much and as loud as she wanted, and still, no one would hear it. She wanted to be alone. She didn't want anyone to come for her. Didn't want to be comforted. She didn't want to cry either. She wanted to do something physical. Something that would make her tiered, so she could sleep. She prayed that she would fall asleep soon, because she hated the feelings that were forced upon her when she was awake. The burning desire to help her brother. When she had met Tatsuha, it had been like meeting an angel. A saving angel. Perhaps it was ridiculous, but that day when she had looked into his eyes, she had felt like she was looking at a saviour, that this man could really help. But she had misjudged him. Perhaps he could help, but he wouldn't do it for the sake of helping. He would do it for himself.

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"So, what do you think? I mean, what do you really think about this?" Maiko's and Shuichi's father asked his wife after he had taken the seat opposite her. She didn't answer at once, instead she kept looking out through the window.

"I don't know" she said.

Her husband offered her a cup of tea.

"I just don't know anymore, I feel so…"

"So?..."

"I don't know. Helpless, perhaps. Lonely. Scared. I don't want to lose him. But I don't know what to do to stop it from happening."

"Were not going to lose him" being a father, he felt he had to say that, but he didn't know how much he believed in it anymore. His wife, however, seamed to believe him.

"You're right, we are not going to lose our son, I think these people can help us. At least it's worth a try. Isn't it?"

"Yeah, I suppose it is" he really wasn't sure. "I call them from work tomorrow, don't worry about it".

"Okay, I wont."

So, his dear wife didn't worry, but he did. He was worried about her. About Shuichi, yes, his son didn't seem like he wanted to live anymore, and that was bad, really bad. But now it seemed like his wife was on her way to lose her grip. And Maiko, his beloved daughter, she had changed as well, he didn't know if anyone else had noticed it, but Maiko had become very different. She didn't speak much, she always looked tiered and she didn't seem to care about school or friends any longer. Maybe, he thought later that evening, maybe the best thing would be if Shuichi wasn't with them anymore.

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Tasuha awoke early. At least he thought so. That is, until he opened his eyes and looked at the clock. 12.32. That sure wasn't early, that was late. The middle of the day, for crying out loud. He got out of bed and dressed as fast as he could. Then he went downstairs. Not very happy. His father would probably be angry with him for sleeping so late. He entered the kitchen and found his father standing by the window, big cup of tea in one hand, the telephone in the other.

"Don't worry about it" he heard his father say to the person he was on the phone with. "Today at four. Yes, that's fine. We have a spare room so it's no problem. Good, bye then."

He hung up and turned around.

"What's so great about sleeping?" he asked.

Tatsuha didn't answer.

"What was that about" he asked instead.

"Good thing you're awake now though, we need to prepare a room."

"Why?"

"Young Shindou-san is coming to live with us."

"What?"

That meant Shuichi, right? Who else? Must be. It couldn't very well be Maiko.

"Shuichi?"

"Yes. Now, get the room done."

"Which room?"

"The one opposite yours is probably the best."

Okay, so that was a surprise.

"Eiri'r room?" Tatsuha asked, almost chocked. His father gave him a cold glare. Very cold.

"The guest room" he said.

Yeah, that was it. It made Tatsuha sad, but it was the truth and he couldn't do very much about it.

"Of course" he said, "the guest room".

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AN: That's the end of chapter 3. What's going too happened next?

I know it was short, I'll try to make the next one longer. While I wrote the first part of this, I was eating an apple.

Now, what did you think? Good? Bad? Suck? Best thing you've ever read?

Just stick around, review and take care, okay… You are our sunflower.

And, one more thing! If someone know the first name of Shuichi's parents, please tell me!