Mizu: Another chapter down. This one kinda rambles in the middle of the story though. I was making it up as I went. I really had no idea what to put down so I hope this is okay. Anyways, I don't own Junjou Romantica nor Gravitation. If I did…maybe more yaoi love scenes? I really don't know if I'd actually change anything.

Just Coincidence

Chatper 3: Her Name was Maeda Kiyomi…

"Is he going to ba okay, Usagi-san?" Misaki asked as he and his Usagi-san carried the now unconscious Shuichi into Usagi's room, "Does he always faint like that?"

"No, he really must not be feeling well," Usagi sighed as he gently placed his pink-haired cousin on the bed in his toy-filled room, "It's that Eiri. Shuichi kept trying his damnest to keep Eiri next to him without hurting the stubborn writer, that he ignored his own body. He's probably been in a lot of pain lately and his body finally gave out."

The older man paused as he tucked the singer in, brushing a few locks out of his eyes as he did so, "Not that this kid would even care about that. He loves Eiri more than anything in this world. Unfortunately, the boy also didn't want to be a burden to him."

"So he let Yuki do whatever he pleased with him," Misaki said, following his lover out of the room, "even if that meant just being a hole for that bastard to screw."

"Precisely," Usagi sighed.

"Is Shuichi alright?" Ryuichi asked as soon as they two made it back into the living room.

"He's fine. He just pushed himself too hard and is a little heartbroken is all," Akihiko said as he sat down on one of the couches, "I think his heart is finally starting to realize that Eiri doesn't, and probably never will, love him the way he wants him to love him."

"Poor kid," K stated, rubbing the back of his head.

"Question, Aki-san," Ryuichi stated, raising his rabbit's arm, "Who's Kiyomi? If she's Shuichi's fiance, why is he with Yuki? He's not being unfaithful, is he?"

"No, Shuichi isn't cheating on her with Eiri," Akihiko sighed, "Though I wish that was the case. It be so much simpler."

"What do you mean?" Misaki questioned.

"Kiyomi died almost four years ago," Usami stated, rubbing his eyes.

"What?" K gasped.

"Yeah, and Shuichi blames himself for her death," the novelist sighed.

"What did you just say?" another voice gasped from the doorway.

"Huh?" Akihiko said, looking up to see his front door still open and in it standing a very familiar blonde man, "E-Eiri? Wh-what are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing here, you stupid rabbit!" Yuki snapped, "I'm here to take that brat back with me even if I have to drag him back!"

"I don't think that that's such a good idea, Yuki-san," Misaki said, rushing to block the path towards the stairs from the writer.

"Move brat or I'll move you myself!" Yuki shouted.

"Don't yell at my Misaki!" Akihiko shouted at the fellow writer.

"Then move your damn brat out of my fuckin' way!" Yuki yelled, moving to push the younger male out of his path.

"No!" Misaki yelled back, "I'm not going to move if you're going to be mean to Shin…Shuichi! H-He doesn't deserve to be treated the way you treat him!" "What did you just say, you damn brat!" Yuki shouted once more.

"I said he deserves more than what you give him, baka!" Misaki screamed at the blonde man.

"Enough!" Akihiko snapped, pulling his lover out of Yuki's way, "Why are you so upset now, Eiri?"

"Because that damn brat of mine is hiding here!" Yuki snapped.

"That's not the only reason, is it, though," Akihiko sighed, "You're probably upset cause you just heard about something that you would have never thought possible."

The only response Yuki gave to his fellow writer was his darkest death glare.

"I'm right, aren't I?" Usami questioned, "Shuichi never told you a lot about his life before you, right?"

"He told me plenty," Yuki scoffed, walking over to the couch and plopping down.

"I bet," the other writer sighed, "He probably told you how he went to school with his friend Hiroshi and sister Maiko. How he and Hiroshi formed a band together and were determined to make it even greater than Nittle Grasper. That's what he tells everyone."

"What?" Yuki gaped.

"Shuichi tells that to everyone so that no one can say that he wasn't a normal teen," Usami said, rubbing his forehead, "Damn. Today has turned out to be a giant headache."

"Tell me about it," Yuki sighed, rubbing his own head.

"I swear that everything about that crazy, pink-haired kid creates headaches for somebody," K stated, sinking down on the couch with Usami.

"He doesn't me to be," Ryuichi said, sitting next to K and Suzuki-chan.

"Misaki, come sit down," Usami said, patting his lap, knowing that his lover wouldn't want to sit next to a coldhearted bastard like Eiri.

"…Fine," Misaki sighed, slowly sitting down on his love's lap, "Just don't try anything funny, Usagi-san."

"Right," Usami smirked slightly before turning his attention back to the blonde man sitting across from him, "So, do you want to know about her?"

"Might as well," Yuki scoffed.

"Aren't you a cool one?" Akihiko nearly growled, "Listen, as of right now, you're on my kill list for what you're doing to my precious little cousin."

"Whatever," Yuki sighed, "Get on with the story. I'd like to grab that brat and get out of here before morning, if that's alright with you."

"Right," Usami sighed, "Look, I'm only telling you what I know, alright? If you want to know the rest, you'll have to talk to him, okay?"

"Didn't I tell you to hurry up?" Yuki sneered.

Akihiko took a deep breath and muttered a few curses under his breath, "Her name was Maeda Kiyomi. Like I said earlier, she and Shuichi were engaged, though not by choice."

"An arranged marriage?" Misaki questioned.

"Yep, you know how my family is about that, Misaki," Usami stated, "As do you, Eiri. You yourself were betrothed to my other cousin Usami Ayaka at one time, weren't you?"

"So what if I was?" Yuki sneered, that is until a confused look, "But if Shuichi is your cousin, why is it that he didn't know Ayaka?"

"Oh, he did," Akihiko said, "But she just didn't know it was him, which was what he wanted."

"What?" the other men in the room gaped.

"Shuichi wasn't always Shindou Shuichi," Akihiko smirked, "He used to go by the Usami name himself."

"What?" the other men shouted.

"B-But I've been to his parents house and they are nothing like the Usami family! Heck, if I had to say, I'd say that they're lower middle class," Yuki exclaimed.

"That's at least partly true," the writer said, "You met his real mother but the man she's with is no where near being his father."

"W-Wait. That means that Shuichi's mom divorced his real dad, who was an Usami," Misaki mumbled.

"That's correct. But Shuichi didn't go along with his mom," Usami stated, "You see, he was the only child of Usami Ryota. So until four years ago, Shuichi kept his father's name."

"And he was betrothed to one Maeda Kiyomi," K thought aloud, "I guess that makes sense. So, when she died, he decided to cut all ties with the family that forced them together and took his mother's new name, setting out for a new life as a vocalist for Bad Luck."

"Close but not quite," Akihiko said.

"What?" K gaped, "How many twists can there be to that kid's life story!"

"A lot more than any of us can even imagine," Usami said seriously.

"How'd the bitch die?" Yuki questioned.

"Wh-what?" Misaki snapped, "Why did you just call her that?"

"What does it matter?" Yuki sighed.

"Calm down, Misaki," Usami stated, rubbing his lover's back, "That's just how Eiri is."

"Get on with the fuckin' story already," Yuki growled.

"Anyways, Shuichi and Kiyomi have always been engaged to each other. They grew up together, both knowing that they'd marry once they got out of school. They were best friends even through high school where everyone knew about their engagement and Shuichi's family," Akihiko said, staring up at the ceiling, "No matter what happened, they stuck together. Shuichi truly did love that girl. Though probably no where as much as he loves you Eiri.

"When those two hit high school, they met up with Hiroshi. The three were almost instantaneous friends. It was actually Kiyomi's idea that those two start up a band. Of course, she was also in on it. She was the band's first keyboardist." Akihiko said, still slowly rubbing his love's back.

"That explains why Shuichi was so against having a keyboardist," K said

"I was surprised that he caved on that one. I didn't think he'd ever let anyone else try and play her part," Akihiko chuckled a little, "Anyways, that's what inspired Shuichi to pursue the dream of being a singing. Let's just say that his dad wasn't too thrilled about it, though."

"I can imagine so," K nodded, "If my kid told me that he wanted to be a singer instead of something else, I'd think I'd flip."

"He flipped alright," Akihiko sighed, "Unfortunately for Shuichi, that meant being yelled at for every little thing he did wrong. But it never got the kid down. So long as he had Kiyomi, he could do anything. Kinda corny, huh?"

"Kinda," K and Yuki agreed.

"So what happened to her, Aki-san?" Ryuichi asked, squeezing his bunny tightly, "Did she get sick and die?"

"No. The three of them were walking home one day when a drunk driver ran a red light. Shuichi was the only that saw the guy. Pushing the other two out of the way, he took the full hit," Usami said, slowly pulling out of his almost empty package of cigarettes, "It was horrible. The kid shouldn't even be alive today. His body was such a total mess. Broken bones galore. Internal bleeding. Severe hemorrhaging. The kid was almost paralyzed from the waist down, too."

"R-Really?" Misaki gulped.

"Yeah, the kid actually damaged his windpipes too. That one was the only one that scared Shuichi though," Akihiko sighed, "But it's not what scared Kiyomi."

"None of that scared her?" Ryuichi gasped.

"Of course it scared her, you idiot," Akihiko stated, "But there was one other thing that happened to Shuichi."

"Which was?" Misaki urged on.

"He temporarily lost his eyesight," Usami said, lighting a cigarette, "Though, why that's what she was the most afraid of, I have no clue."

"This isn't explaining how she died, you stupid rabbit," Yuki growled, lighting a cigarette of his own.

"Right. Anyways, I don't know how or why, but Kiyomi someone got the notion that it was all her fault for what happened to Shuichi. That all she did was bring him pain," the writer said, blowing out some smoke, "Whatever happened, Kiyomi got really depressed. Not even the fact that Shuichi was slowly getting better brought it out of the depression. Then one day, it grew to be too much for the poor girl.

"Shuichi had just been released from the hospital. He go about his normal life so long as he didn't push himself too hard. He wasn't aloud to talk a lot for another four months. One of his eyes had gone back to normal already; the other just extremely blurry. The kid was so excited. That entire first day back to school he had been extremely giddy, according to his teachers that is. Unfortunately, Kiyomi had called in sick. He was disappointed but then decided on the spur of the moment to go visit her.

"That day, after school, both he and Hiroshi went over to Kiyomi's home. Her parents were gone for the week so they couldn't wait to take her out on the town to celebrate. Shuichi had gone in first and went straight to her bedroom. That's when he noticed something unusual. Her door was locked. She never locked it. Being put on edge a little, Shuichi started banging on the door, hoping that she would answer. When she didn't, he knocked down the door before Hiroshi could stop him.

"That's when he saw her. There she was. His first love dangling from her ceiling by a make-shift rope. Hiroshi by then had made it to the door and stood next to him, both totally stunned. Shuichi was the first to move towards her. From what Hiroshi and Shuichi himself told me, Shuichi staggered towards her and somehow managed to pull her free from the noose. When she flopped down into his arms was when he lost it. He screamed out for her using that forbidden voice. His eyesight came back then, showing him the total sight of lost love then. He clung to her, rocking back and forth, trying to get her to open her eyes. Hiroshi had the presence of mind to call for an ambulance. Then he called me.

"When I got there, I couldn't believe what I saw. Shuichi was just sitting on the floor, refusing to let go of his love. The paramedics were trying their hardest to convince him that she had died. He just kept refusing the truth that they fed him. Finally, Hiroshi and I had to rip him away from her body. The entire time, he was screaming as loud as possible, ignoring the pain in his throat. It took us at least an hour to get him to calm down enough for a police officer to take his statement. After that, Shuichi just kept saying the same thing over and over again."

"And that thing would be," K asked, trying to ignore the crying Ryuichi by his side.

"It's all my fault. Kiyomi's dead and it's all my fault." Usami said, "He stayed like that for a while, falling into his own depression. We were all afraid he'd try to follow her to the grave. I think he even tried once or twice."

"So why'd he change his last name?" Misaki asked.

"Because his dad was trying to force him to pick a new bride about a month after Kiyomi's death," Akihiko sighed, running a hand through his hair, "After she died, he and his father's relationship got worse and worse, far worse than my own relationship with my dad. Then one day, Shuichi was finally fed up. He ran away from home and came straight to my door, knowing no one would think to look for him with me.

"That's when he begged me to help him change his identity. To find his real mother and to start all over. I reluctantly agreed on the condition that we tell Hiroshi," Usami said, rubbing his neck.

"Change his identity?" Yuki and K questioned.

"Yep. Dying his hair that outrageous color, all new outfits, remove the few tattoos that he had on his body, find his real mother and get her new husband to adopt him as a son so he could take their name, cut all ties within the Usami family other than to me, etc." Akihiko said, trying to remember everything.

"Wait…but the brat's pubic hair is even pink," Yuki pointed out.

"H-huh? No way!" Usami exclaimed, "The boy went all the way! Boy, he really didn't want anyone to know his hair used to be jet black."

"It was black?" the other men exclaimed.

"Yep. I bet he even shaves his legs so that he doesn't have to deal with that hair," Akihiko chuckled.

"That would explain why he keeps his legs so smooth…" Yuki muttered.

"Yes it would," the others agreed.

"So you helped him, Usagi-san?" Misaki questioned.

"Yep. And now I'm the only Usami that knows that he's even still in this country. He and Hiroshi transferred to Shuichi's half-sister's, Maiko, school. By then they were in their last year and weren't planning on going to school. Shuichi made sure that no one would get suspicious of who he really was, changing his entire personality from his mask to his true self. The self he only showed to Hiroshi and Kiyomi." Akihiko finished, "And that's it. The rest you guys know. Somehow that brat fell in love with you, Eiri, and thought that he was finally free from whatever curse he was under. That he had finally found someone that would save him from himself and set himself free."

Yuki just sat there for a few moments before standing up and heading straight for the stairs, "Where's that brat, baka Usagi?"

"Huh? You're still not thinking of taking him away, are you?" Usami snapped, "I won't allow you to do that! The boy needs to rest!"

"Like I care!" Yuki snapped back, starting to head up the stairs, "He's going to explain this shit to me right now."

"No!" Akihiko shouted, carefully plopping Misaki down onto the couch and racing after the other writer, "You can't tell him that I told you! I'm the only one other than Hiroshi that he can turn to! He'll be crushed if he found out that I told you of all people about Kiyomi."

"Again, like I care!" Yuki shouted, stopping only when he heard K cocking his gun.

"I can't let you take him with you, either," K growled, "Cause as it is now, he probably won't be able to sing for at least a week. If I let you go and upset him more, that could easily turn into at least two months. Bad Luck can't take that. So I suggest you go home, work on a novel or two, and I'll try to send him your way tomorrow after work."

"…whatever," Yuki scoffed, turning and walking out the door.

"Good…" Usami sighed, "Now if you'd be so kind as to leave as well. I'd like to get to bed now and Misaki has work at eight tomorrow morning so I think it's best that we all retire for the night."

"Right. Let's go Ryuichi," K said, grabbing the crying vocalist by the scuff and dragging him to the door, "Oh, and I'll come by to pick Shuichi up."

"That's fine. Just go," Akihiko sighed, starting up the stairs.

Once he heard the door click shut, Usami slowly turned to his lover and smiled a bit, "Looks like I'm bunking with you, Misaki."

"Huh?" Misaki gaped, "You planned this!"

"So what if I did?" Akihiko chuckled picking up his lover and quickly entered the boy's room.

"Why?" Misaki shouted out in desperation.

Mizu: So what do you guys think? Did I make Shuichi seem to depressed? Do you guys have any suggestions on what you'd like to read? Do you want some lemon sections? Review and tell me! J

Yuki: So I just come in and leave again…really?

Mizu: What? You do that a lot!

Yuki: So? Isn't this a bit more important?

Mizu: Look at who's talking about what's important?

Yuki: What is that suppose to mean?

Mizu: Nothing, Yuki. I think that's everything. Ciao for now!