Mizu: Yay~! I finally got this chapter done! No thanks to college…Anyway, wow…The lemon takes up a huge chunk of this story, doesn't it? Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or Junjou Romantica. If I did, Taki would have been kept alive but driven insane and sent to live in an insane asylum like those from the 1960s for the rest of his life.

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Just Coincidence?

Chapter Fourteen: My Shuichi; My light…

"Aren't you afraid?" Misaki questioned the pink haired rock star.

"A little," Shuichi shrugged as he enjoyed a box of pocky.

"Who wouldn't be?" Hiroki sighed, leaning back on the park bench, "Do you always come here when you feel down?"

"Pretty much," Shuichi nodded, "Thanks for coming with me."

"We couldn't just leave you to wander around blind, now could we?" Shinobu scoffed.

"I guess not," Shuichi laughed, "I'll admit though. It is scary."

"What is?" Misaki asked.

"The knowledge that whenever I open my eyes that I won't know the difference," Shuichi sighed, "And that I'll never get to see my precious Yuki's face again. That fear is worse than everything else. It actually was one of my greatest fears before this. So having it at least somewhat proven to be true is a bit heartwrenching."

The three other ukes just looked at the rock star for a moment. He had invited them and just them, to go with him to the park after the recording session. Of course Misaki instantly agreed with Hiroki caving after a second. Seeing as the other two were going, Shinobu decided that he would as well, if nothing more than to try and get some tips from the other three. But this wasn't what any of them were expecting. Shuichi had guarded himself all day and never let any emotion other than joy through his mask. Why drop it now?

"Oh well," Shuichi shrugged, "I at least will be able to still live on with Yuki. I guess that's good enough."

"…So there really is no chance of your sight returning, is there?" Misaki whimpered.

"Nope," Shuichi stated, standing up, "But no worries. I'll get used to it soon enough."

"This sucks," Hiroki sighed, "After everything that you've gone through, we can't help you when you truly need us."

"Hey," Shuichi smiled, "You couldn't have done anything more than what the doctors did. They really did everything that they could trying to give me back any sort of vision. This is just how it's gonna be for the rest of my life. I've come to terms with it. I refuse to let it bug me anymore. It's time for me to stand up again and get moving on with my life."

"But Shindou-san," Shinobu started to say.

"What did I say?" Shuichi chuckled, "Call me Shuichi."

"What are you going to do tomorrow night?" Shinobu asked, "You can't perform blind without memorizing the set and the set won't be complete until right before you go on."

"I'll wing it~!" Shuichi beamed.

"That's your plan?" Hiroki blinked, "Wing it?"

"Yep~!" Shuichi laughed.

"What if you fall off the stage?" Shinobu asked.

"Then I'll have a few fans help me back up," Shuichi stated.

"But then they'll wonder why you didn't see the edge," Hiroki pointed out.

"Hm," Shuichi thought out loud, "Well then, I'll just have to tell them all that I'm blind!"

"How?" Shinobu questioned.

"I'll just say that I was in an accident and that's why I was gone for so long," Shuichi smiled, "And that that's also why I lost my eye sight."

"That could work," Hiroki nodded.

"When you tell them this, you should come up with a code word that they can scream out so that you don't walk off the stage," Misaki added.

"That's a great idea, Misaki!" Shuichi beamed, flinging his arms around Shinobu.

"I'm not Misaki," Shinobu nearly growled.

"Misaki," Usagi-san's voice sounded as he and the rest of the men approached them.

"Hiro-san!" Nowaki beamed, rushing up to his lover.

"What are you guys doing here?" Misaki asked as Usagi-san walked up to him.

"To take you home," Usagi-san smiled.

"Huh?" Misaki blinked.

"Brat," Yuki said as he walked up to the rock star.

"Yuki~!" Shuichi happily cried, quickly standing up.

"Come on," Yuki sighed as he took the pinket's hand, "We're leaving."

"Awww. But I want to hang out with Misaki some more!" Shuichi whined.

"That's alright, Shuichi," Misaki laughed as he hugged his new friend, "I'll see you tomorrow at the concert."

"K~!" Shuichi beamed before Yuki dragged him back to their house.

"You need a bath," Eiri stated as he led his lover to the bathroom.

"Okay," Shuichi nodded, wondering where they were.

Yuki sighed as he turned on the water. He watched as the boy's face lit up in understanding. He watched as a smile slowly appeared on his young lover's face. It was something that Eiri couldn't understand. How could he be so happy? How could he be so relieved just to hear the water running? Wasn't he afraid? Did he understand that he was never going to be able to live an independent live again? And if he ever did manage to become independent, he still would never be able to see again? How could he just smile if that's what he faced?

Shaking his head, the writer pulled the pinket close to his body. He watched as a confused look appeared on the rock star's face. He could see that the boy had a question but didn't want to express it. Sighing, he gently pulled up his lover's shirt. The boy's face instantly flushed as his eyes widened.

"Y-Yuki!" Shuichi exclaimed, shocked to feel his shirt rising up, "Wh-What are you doing!"

"What do you think?" Yuki sighed, "I'm helping you undress so that you can take your bath."

"O-Oh," Shuichi whimpered, lifting up his arms, "A-Are you going to help me take my bath too?"

"That's what the docs told me to do until you could figure out how to do it yourself," Yuki stated, pulling the shirt off.

"But I can do it myself," Shuichi stated, "I don't need to see to wash myself."

"You can't see where everything is," Yuki said, unzipping the boy's tight jeans.

"Then just move it down to where I can feel around for it," Shuichi pouted.

"What about when you need to get out?" Yuki asked, pulling the jeans down.

"I can crawl out," Shuichi whined, stepping out of the material.

"Getting dressed?" Yuki chuckled, pulling down his lover's boxers.

"I-I'll just wear boxers!" Shuichi exclaimed as he stepped out of his undergarment, blushing a brilliant red, "I can still take care of myself just fine!"

Yuki just chuckled again as he picked up the rock star. Setting him down gently into the tub of water, the writer quickly turned the facet off. He smirked when he spotted his pouting lover.

"I said I could do it myself," he pouted.

"Next time," Yuki promised, wetting a washcloth, "For now, let's follow the doctors' orders."

"Fine," Shuichi sighed, closing his useless eyes.

As Eiri washed his small lover, he felt all of the boy's muscles tense and relax at each and every touch. He knew it wasn't the boy's fault. After all that had happened to him, Yuki knew that Shuichi couldn't help it. He was still afraid. And he couldn't see. Adding those two together, the blonde knew that it would be a long time before his little lover was completely back to normal.

But it still hurt. The fact that his lover now was afraid to be touched hurt him a little. That was because before all of this had happened, all he had to do was touch him and the boy would be in bliss. He would respond whole heartedly when Yuki would touch him. Whether it was sexual or not, he could always get the boy to respond. Like when he would tenderly touch his cheek, the boy's face would light up with such joy he couldn't understand. Now he would do anything to see it just one more time.

Eiri froze when he reached the pinket's legs. His eyes locked onto the scar that resided on one of his thighs. It was where he had been shot the day that he and Misaki had escaped Taki's hellhole. That scar would be a constant reminder of what Shuichi had gone through for a week. It would always be glaring at him, blaming him. It would always be taunting him, reminding him that he couldn't save the one that he loved in time.

After washing his lover's body, and dousing his hair, Yuki slowly picked the boy up and carried him into their shared bedroom. He ignored the boy's complaints as he lied the boy down onto the bed. He ignored the way the boy's eyes widened as he felt the soft covers on his back. Before he could say a word, Eiri had climbed onto the bed and now hovered over his small lover. He just looked at him as a blush returned to the now nervous boy.

This wasn't right. A month ago, the boy would have done anything for Yuki to give him this kind of attention. He would have jumped at the chance to do anything with Yuki. Shuichi would have sprawled out on the bed, trying to look sexy, to get the writer to join him. He wouldn't have had the look of fear in his eyes. He had never held that look before, not even after his first rape. But Yuki knew that that would probably never be true again.

Shuichi was afraid now. Taki had broken him and shattered all of the trust that Yuki had worked so hard to gain. The trust that Yuki had worked to gain back after Shuichi found out that Yuki once thought of him as a replacement for Kitazawa-san. The very thing that he thought would keep Shuichi with him. Taki swooped in and shattered it into a million pieces. To make it even worse, Shuichi couldn't even see the soft, comforting looks that his lover was giving him.

Yuki blamed it all on Taki. He even blamed Shuichi being blind on Taki. But no more than he blamed himself. If he had just remembered their anniversary, Shuichi wouldn't have gone to his cousin and none of this would have ever happened. It was all his fault.

"I'm sorry," Eiri whispered, resting his forehead right above Shuichi's heart, "For everything. I'm sorry, Shu."

Shuichi's eyes widened when he heard his precious Yuki speak those words. Why was he sorry? It wasn't his fault that any of this happened. It was his own fault. He should have never gone out without a disguise on. Shuichi had learned to never go out without one now but he had decided that once without it wasn't going to kill him. He was wrong but he was lucky that he didn't die.

He didn't even want to think of what would have happened to Eiri if he had died. Shuichi was so afraid during his time as Taki's captive that Yuki would go off the deep end again. He knew that his stoic lover loved him with all of his heart. He also knew that if he ever left the blonde, Eiri would either go through a downward spiral or just commit suicide. And Shuichi never wanted to cause Eiri to feel that pain. He loved him too much. That's why he never gave up. All the while he was in that room, the only thought that ran through his head was that he had to get Misaki back to Aki and return to Eiri's safe arms.

But those arms were trembling now. Shuichi could feel his precious Eiri's body shake from fear. He was afraid. He didn't want to hurt Shuichi anymore. He felt guilty for everything that had happened to him. That's not what Shuichi wanted. Yuki wasn't the one that was supposed to be afraid. That was what Shuichi was feeling. His lover didn't have to go through any of that. Pushing his fears to the side, Shuichi was going to ensure that Yuki knew that he was alright.

"It's alright, Yuki," Shuichi whispered, placing his hands on either side of the older male's face, "I'm fine. There's nothing to be sorry about."

"Shuichi," Yuki breathed as the pinkette pulled him up for a kiss.

"I'm fine," Shuichi said again as he wrapped his legs around his blonde lover, "Perfectly fine."

"Wait Shu-" Yuki tried to protest.

"I want you, Eiri," Shuichi whispered seductively.

"You're still hurt," Yuki protested, trying to undo the vice grip of the singer's legs.

"I told you that I'm fine," Shuichi smirked, tightening his legs around him, "See?"

"Let me go-" Yuki tried.

"No," Shuichi laughed playfully, gently nipping at the blonde's ear, "I want you desperately, Eiri."

"But-" Eiri tried to think of an intelligent reason as the devious pinket abused his weak spot.

"No buts," Shuichi whispered, thrusting his hips up into the writer's, "I don't want to wait any longer."

(Skipping the lemon part. XP. Again, I hope you guys won't get mad at me for following the rules)

"I-I love you, Shu," Eiri whispered next to his lover's ear, causing the boy's poor tormented heart to clench before crystal tears slid out of his eyes.

Taking care not to just collapse onto the precious pinket, Eiri looked down at his brat. The boy's own cum splattered across his heaving chest from their intense session together. His voice now hoarse from all of its involvement with that night's activities. His beautiful amethyst eyes were half-lidded as a few more tears rolled out of them. Smiling slightly, Yuki gently kissed his still dazed lover before pulling out.

"I-I love you, t-too, Eiri," Shuichi managed to finally say as Eiri pulled away.

"I know," Eiri chuckled, getting up to clean up the mess.

As he walked to the bathroom to get a damp cloth, Eiri couldn't hide his smile. His Shuichi hadn't changed. He still worried more about Eiri than he did himself. Taki hadn't scarred him mentally like Kitazawa-san had down to himself.

Mentally slapping himself for thinking that, Eiri thought back to the week without Shuichi. It had been hell. He felt more depressed and lost than he ever had before. At the same time, he was angrier at the world but longed for the company from another. Heck, he had even asked his sister to come over for lunch. He was not messed up. And he at least knew why now.

As he walked back into their shared bedroom, Yuki chuckled. The brat was already fast asleep. Shaking his head, the writer quickly cleaned up the mess. Slowly shimmying the boy's boxers up his legs, Eiri froze once again at the sight of the scar on his thigh. Growling softly, he quickly putting his lover's boxers on him. As he got dressed himself, he let his eyes drift over Shuichi's body. He seemed so innocent. It was hard to believe that he had been through so much. It just didn't seem possible.

Crawling into bed, Eiri pulled his small lover into his arms. Burying his face into Shuichi's hair, Yuki tried to put all of his fears to rest finally. Shuichi was back in his arms and that was all that mattered. Upon hearing a sudden gust of wind hitting the apartment, Eiri looked around and noticed something.

'It was so dark in this room when Shuichi was missing,' Yuki thought, looking down at Shuichi's sleeping face, '…I really am glad that his eyes are still the same. Well…minus the whole eyesight thing. They're still Shuichi's eyes. They still have so much life in them. Both seem like the reflect the very soul that resides within that body. They're so bright…

'…Just like he is in life. Shuichi is the most radiate person I've ever seen. And he's all mine,' Eiri smiled as he pulled the boy even closer, "My Shuichi; My light."

Mizu: Here is where I would normally say something about Yuki being a little OOC but since you guys won't be able to read the lemon here then I guess I don't have to worry about that for now.

Shuichi: Yay! Yuki was nice to me!

Yuki: Don't get used to it.

Mizu: Anyway, remember that I love all reviews and suggestions~! Ciao for now!