Mizu: Whoaa…The story is suddenly darker…Mizu like! It took me awhile but I finally managed to crawl out of the pit called brain block. Hooray! Disclaimer: I don't own Junjou Romantica or Gravitation. I'll tell what would happen if I did when I figure that out.

Just Coincidence:

Chapter Six- They were the same…

"Ah, so you do remember me," Taki smirked, "I'm flattered.

Shuichi jumped up from the bench, pulling Misaki with him. The rock star quickly pushed the slightly younger man behind his tiny frame. When Misaki was about to ask what was going on, Taki slowly approached Shuichi, smirking all the while.

"What's this? Not with Yuki Eiri anymore? Couldn't stand being with a killer?" Taki laughed darkly, reaching for a lock of Shuichi's hair, "Such a shame. Especially after all I did to help you guys out with your relationship."

Misaki watched as Shuichi's body started to tremble uncontrollably. Shuichi gritted his teeth together and tried to send Taki his darkest glare. The younger stared at the rock star's face as a few beads of sweat rolled down his face. It was obvious to Misaki that for whatever the reason, Shuichi was afraid of this Taki person.

"I thought for sure that you two would stick together no matter what," Taki stated, still smirking as he twisted and untwisted the lock of hair, "Cause, well you know. How he beat me and my band members up after that simple understanding."

"Shut up!" Shuichi shouted loudly, slapping Taki's hand away from him, "Just shut the fuck up!" "Ah ha! Feisty today, aren't we?" Taki chuckled darkly, "Good."

"Shit…" Shuichi growled, low enough that Misaki nearly missed it.

"Well, seeing as you aren't with your precious Yuki, why don't you hang with me and the guys again," Taki smirked as he lifted up Shuichi's chin to get a better look at him, "My, you still are quite the cute one." "Bastard," Shuichi spat in Taki's face and brought his slim knee up to meet with Taki's manhood.

As Taki crumbled down to the earth below, Shuichi grabbed Misaki's wrist and ran. Dragging the poor boy behind him, Shuichi ran off of the path and towards the tree line. His eyes were constantly searching for Taki's "friends" praying that they didn't find them.

"Sh-Shuichi, who was that?" Misaki gasped, nearly tripping over a rock.

"Aizawa Taki from the disbanded group A.S.K.," Shuichi huffed.

"W-What was all of that back there?" Misaki asked, looking back over his shoulder.

"…He and several other guys gang raped and beat me a few years back," Shuichi sighed.

"What?" Misaki gaped.

"Taki hated the fact that Bad Luck was better than his group and when he found out I was with the famous Yuki Eiri, he tried to use it to his advantage," Shuichi explained, dragging the brunette male off in a different direction.

"Tried to?" Misaki questioned, trying his best to keep up.

"Well, when right before they did that to me, Taki pulled out a camera. He told me that if I didn't quit Bad Luck, he'd send them to the media," Shuichi stated, finally stopping, "If he did that, not only would it destroy my growing career, it would totally shatter Yuki's."

"So what happened?" Misaki asked, nervous for what the answer may be.

"…I let them do all of it to me," Shuichi whispered, staring down at the ground.

"W-What? Wh-Why?" Misaki stuttered.

"Right before that, Yuki and I had had a fight of some sort," Shuichi said with a sad smile, "that's why I was so distracted and grabbed by Taki."

"That's not answering my question, Shuichi!" Misaki snapped.

"Even so…Even though Yuki and I were having hard times and I swore he was going to leave me, I couldn't bare the thought of hurting him. I couldn't stand that thought of anything that I did to affect him negatively," Shuichi paused, "That's why I let them do that. Because I knew that if I did…that if I stayed quiet about it, Yuki would be safe."

"Sh-Shuichi…" Misaki murmured.

"I managed to drag my beaten body to Hiro's place and stayed there a few days. Then when I made it back to the studio, I had decided that to keep Yuki safe, I'd be willing to quit Bad Luck," Shuichi sighed, running through his hair.

"B-But Bad Luck's-"

"Still together, I know," Shuichi said, smiling warmly, "And that's because of Yuki."

"…Huh?" Misaki blinked, very confused.

"Hiro confronted Yuki about it. Yuki tracked Taki and his group down and beat the shit out of them and took the pictures back from Taki," Shuichi said, "Then that night…He actually acted showed me some of his true emotion. Said that I was just like him now."

Shuichi turned back to look directly at Misaki, "Look, it's not that I don't know that Yuki loves me. I do. He shows me how much he actually cares about me in his own special way. It's just that…"

"There you are, brat!" Taki's voice roared from behind Misaki.

"Misaki!" Shuichi screamed, rushing towards his cousin's lover.

Taki quickly grabbed onto Misaki's hair and pulled him up against his chest. Struggling futilely, Misaki tried to land a hit to the same area that Shuichi had with no luck. Shuichi seemed to be frozen on spot, glaring daggers into Taki's heart.

"Now, let's try this again," Taki smirked, "Why don't you come and hang with me and the guys, Shu?"

"…" Shuichi's glare intensified, "Let him go, Taki."

"I don't think I will," Taki hummed, "You seem fond of him so I think I'll use him to get what I want."

"Bastard," Shuichi growled.

"Maybe," Taki shrugged as he pulled out a pocket knife and brought it to Misaki's throat.

"M-Misaki!" Shuichi gasped, about to rush forwards.

"Not so fast, rock star," Taki growled, "One step forwards and say bye-bye to the kid."

"Damn you…" Shuichi cursed, balling his hands up into fists.

"You know something," Taki chuckled darkly, slowly licking Misaki's neck, "I might just have him instead. He looks so much more fun-"

"Wait!" Shuichi screeched, "Leave Misaki alone!"

"Oh? And why should I do that?" Taki smirked.

Misaki watched as Shuichi lowered his head and looked away, body trembling, "I-I'll let y-you have me s-so long as you l-leave Misaki alone."

"Hm…So all I have to do is make sure that none of the guys nor I touch this kid and you'll give yourself freely to all of us?" Taki questioned, smirk growing.

All Shuichi did was nod.

"Sounds good to me," Taki laughed evilly, "But this brat comes with us. Just to make sure you don't change your mind."

Taki pocketed the knife and slowly walked up to Shuichi, dragging Misaki with him. With his free hand, Taki slowly tilted Shuichi's head up. Shuichi's eyes widened as the dark haired man lowered his mouth onto his own. Misaki swore he saw something flash in Shuichi's eyes.

"Mmm. Good boy," Taki smirked yet again, pushing Shuichi in front of him, "Let's go."

"Sh-Shuichi," Misaki whimpered as he watched the pink-haired male walked in front of the two of them.

Shuichi just turned his head enough to look at Misaki. He gave a weak smile before turning back.

'Forgive me, Aki. I couldn't get Misaki away from this mess…' Shuichi thought to himself, dropping a lighter on the ground as he walked, 'But at least this way, someone will know…"

"What do you mean they aren't here?" Tohma yelled at the blonde American.

"Look, we've searched this entire park and we haven't seen heads nor tails of Shuichi or that kid Misaki," K explained for the nth time.

"They probably took off since we took so long to get here," Hiro sighed, "Damn traffic…"

"Find them damn it!" Tohma ordered, "We have to find Shuichi and soon!"

"Don't you think we know that already?" Hiro snapped at his boss.

"Wonder where they could have ran off to," K thought aloud, pulling out his phone, "I'll send Usami-san a message and see if he knows."

"Hm…" Yuki sounded, walking up to a bench on the path.

'Where is he? I know that Shuichi's spontaneous but the brat would never just leave if he was suppose to meet up with someone,' Yuki thought to himself, scanning the area, 'Something's not right about all of this…'

Yuki's eyes locked on a car the sped passed park at an outrageous speed. It looked extremely familiar.

"Geez, what an idiot," Hiro scoffed, "I hope a cop catches him."

"Same," Tohma agreed.

"Bad news," K stated, "Usami-san hasn't heard anything from the two since they left Misaki's hair dresser."

"That's strange…" Hiro thought aloud, "Shuichi always tells people where he is incase he gets ganged up on by fans."

"True…" Tohma and K nodded.

Yuki slowly walked over the path as he continued to look for the familiar head of pink. None of this was adding up. Everything that had happened within the past forty-eight hours, all of it. This wasn't the normal Shuichi. There was a much bigger piece of the story that seemed to be missing from the puzzle. But what was it?

The writer stopped when he stepped on something that didn't feel or sound like grass. Looking down, Yuki's eyes slowly widened when he realized what the object was. Picking it up, the blonde man could feel the feeling of worry and rage well up inside of him.

"N-No way," Yuki stuttered, barely loud enough for the others to hear.

"What is it, Eiri?" Tohma questioned, walking up to his brother-in-law, "Did you find something?"

"My lighter," Eiri muttered, running his thumb over the picture that Shuichi had glued on it.

"Eh? What's it doing here?" Tohma asked, rubbing his head.

"Shuichi stole it from me the night before he left," Eiri said, staring intensely at the lighter, "He told me that he wouldn't let me have it back until I at least cut back my smoking."

"Is that why I haven't seen you light up once?" Tohma laughed nervously.

'What's going on here?' Eiri thought, still focusing solely on the lighter, 'Why was my lighter on the ground? The brat would never let this thing go unless his life depended on it…'

"Wait!" Eiri shouted, suddenly remembering something.

"Say, Yuki~! What would you do if I ever get kidnapped by some crazed fan or something?" Shuichi asked as the two of them ate dinner.

"Nothing. It would be your own damn fault so you'd have to get out of it yourself," Yuki scoffed.

"Wouldn't you be even a teensy bit worried about me?" Shuichi pressed.

"Nope," Yuki stated.

"Would you try to find me?" Shuichi asked, wrapping his arms around himself, "Would you be my hero and come to my rescue?"

"Hell no," Yuki said, fighting the urge to laugh at his lover's hilarious romantic side.

"Hm…What if I left you a sign?" Shuichi thought, "One that tell you that something was wrong?"

"I'd ignore it," Yuki sighed, wishing for the topic to die, "What does it matter anyways? Who'd want to kidnap you? You're too annoying and loud."

"Hehe, maybe so," Shuichi laughed, "but a sign would be nice to have just incase."

"Whatever," Yuki scoffed again, pointing at the cooling food, "Now shut up and eat."

"Shit!" Yuki snapped, racing back towards the path.

"W-What is it, Eiri?" Tohma demanded, chasing the fellow blonde.

' "What's going on?" Hiro and K asked, following the blonde men out of the park.

"Something's wrong," Yuki snarled, nearly running into his car.

"What's wrong?" the three other men asked.

"Shuichi would never let go of this thing," Yuki said, holding up the lighter, "He'd only let it go if something was deathly wrong."

"S-So what you're saying!" Hiro gasped, realizing the situation.

"Right. Shuichi and Misaki were kidnapped," Yuki nodded grimly.

"Where are you taking us?" Misaki cried, once again trying to struggle from Taki's grip.

"Will you just shut up already?" Taki shouted, punching the brunette in the jaw.

"Misaki!" Shuichi cried out, catching the shocked boy, "You bastard!"

"Aww, now isn't that a cute face," Taki mocked, opening a door to an old abandoned house, "Get in."

Shuichi held Misaki close as they slowly entered the building. He felt his throat suddenly get extremely dry as they slowly walked up a flight of stairs. The feeling of apprehension only grew more intense the further they went into the house. Chancing a glance at Misaki, Shuichi tightened his grip on the poor brunette. None of this was his fault.

"Stop," Taki ordered from behind them, opening yet another door; a very dusty bedroom, "In you go, brats."

Shuichi glared at the dark haired man as he and his cousin's love walked into the room. He led Misaki to a corner and helped the terrified boy sit down. Smiling as warmly as he could, Shuichi gently pulled the brunette into a hug.

"Don't worry, Misaki-kun," Shuichi tried to comfort, "We'll get out of this. I just know we will."

"Sh-Shuichi!" Misaki cried, clinging to the rock star.

"Shhh. It's gonna be alright," Shuichi said, slowly pulling away from the other man and locking eyes with him, "You wanna know something? I bet Aki is looking for us right now. He'll find us, just you wait and see."

Misaki stared at the man before him. Wasn't he afraid? Didn't he know what was going to happen to him? Shouldn't he be even more terrified of Taki than he was?

"Sh-Shuichi…" Misaki muttered.

"Enough," Taki smirked, shoving Shuichi away, "Since I can't do anything to you, I'm gonna have to make sure you don't go running away."

Taki grabbed Misaki's wrists and tied them together before attaching the rope to a closet doorknob. Immediately, Misaki tried to free himself of his bindings. Taki just laughed at the futile efforts of the brunette.

"Now, back to business," Taki said, walking over to where Shuichi stood.

"Don't think that I'm going to be silent about all of this," Shuichi smirked, "You of all people should know exactly how loud I can be. Someone will hear and then you'll be exposed."

"That's why I brought you here," Taki smirked, grabbing the singer's chin once more, "True, there will be some people that will hear you, but no one will care."

Shuichi's eye twitched, "Wh-Why's that?"

"Because this is a drug house," Taki chuckled, "There are constantly people who are killed here. Those that are raped. Prostitutes come in and out of here every hour on the hour."

Shuichi gritted his teeth together as his glare darkened, "Bastard."

"I think we've already established that," Taki laughed.

"Don't think that you'll get away with this," Shuichi growled, voice as low as it could be.

"Ah, but I will," Taki smirked, pushing Shuichi onto the nearby bed, "Now, what do you say to us giving that brat there a show."

Just as Shuichi was about to struggle, Taki brought his mouth down by his ear, "Don't forget that you brought this upon yourself to save that brat. The second you start to struggle, he's mine."

Shuichi's eyes widened at the dark words and bit down on his lip. No. He wasn't going to let anything happen to Misaki. Never in a million years was he going to let Misaki go through what he had. Fighting his every instinct to resist, Shuichi just laid in that dusty bed as Taki tortured his neck. He felt as Taki forced both of his arms above his head, handcuffing them to the headboard.

'Again…' Shuichi thought to himself, fighting to keep from letting any tears fall from his eyes, 'It's happening again…'

Shuichi made no noise when Taki decided that it would indeed be a wise choice to gag the rock star. Admitting defeat, Shuichi slowly closed his eyes to block out as much as he could. He tried to focus on happier times. The vocalist laughed inwardly. Happier times? He had a happy life with Yuki but then he decided to be an idiot and leave because Yuki was always busy. What a terrible mistake he had made…

"Not going to respond at all?" Taki almost growled at the rock star, "Oh well.

As the man continued his assault on the rock star's tiny, almost fragile body, Shuichi had to force himself not to relive his past experiences. The last thing he needed was to go into an emotional melt down. Biting his lip, Shuichi tried to remember something better than what was happening to him right then and there. He squeezed his eyes shut, praying for anything to come and save him from this torment.

"Your lyrics are awful…"

Shuichi's eye's shot open, 'Those words…both of them told me that. Both Yuki and Kiyomi told me that.'

"Are you serious?" Kiyomi laughed, filling the bustling hallway with her heavenly laughter, "Is this thing really your excuse for lyrics?"

"What's wrong with them?" a younger Shuichi pouted, trying to steal his paper back from his fiancé.

"Your lyrics are awful!" Kiyomi exclaimed, holding the paper just out of reach, "Terrible even!"

"Sh-shut up!" Shuichi protested, dramatically pointing his finger at her, "Those are just a rough draft. They'll get better after I revise them!"

"Yeah yeah," Kiyomi giggled, kissing his forehead gently, "Just keep telling yourself that. Here."

"Th-thanks," Shuichi smiled, "Really though…what would I do without you, Kiyomi?"

Kiyomi thought for a moment before smirking, "Probably become a famous singing and then come out to all of Japan and say "Hello there Japan! Guess what! I'm gay!"

"Kn-Knock it off, K-Kiyomi!" Shuichi shouted, "You know that's not true!"

Shuichi felt the tears slowly leak out of the corners of his eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. He ignored the fact that Taki had finished raping him. That the dark haired male had already left the room. That Misaki was desperately calling out his name.

'K-Kiyomi and Y-Yuki…b-both of you,' Shuichi thought to himself, as he slowly started to pass out into the dark oblivion, 'why did I have to fall in love with you two idiots?'

Mizu: Whatcha think? Too dark?

Yuki: What's this? I don't ever recall the brat being so mean or so prone to glaring.

Mizu: It's the mask of Shuichi~! A blast from the past if you will. The past resurfaces in the next chapters and you won't believe all the stuff that Shuichi has kept under a strict lock and key!

Usami: Why do you sound like your advertising a show or book series?

Mizu: *shrugs* cause it's fun. Remember, all reviews are extremely loved and welcomed as well as suggestions. Ciao for now!